I am terribly sorry for not updating this or my other stories in a long time, life is a bitch that sucks your time away and writer's block doesn't help at all!
I hope you are still interested in this fic and I'd love for your reviews. I know some of you are turned off by the lack of Present!Faberry but I guess things might be slightly different in this chapter, up to you for judgement :D
Warning: G!P Quinn, if it's not your cup of tea...you are not forced to read it
Flashbacks are in Italics
A/N: didn't proofread the chapter, so forgive my mistakes.
Enjoy! Reviews are welcomed! :D
CHAPTER 8
For the whole ride back home, Rachel kept on playing Quinn's words in her mind and, as much as she hated to admit it, she was right about Brody and having ruined their marriage. She had ruined everything because of her fucking insecurities, falling into his arms after downing a couple of strong drinks. Looking in the review mirror, the brunette sighed at the sight of their daughter asleep in the backseat, with a serene look on her face; not only she ruined her marriage, but she caused Harmony and Quinn so much pain and she still wasn't making it up to them. What the fuck was wrong with her?
When she carried Harmony inside, Brody met her in the foyer with his arms crossed and what was supposed to be a pout on his face; Rachel rolled her eyes at that and moved past him, wanting to get the sleeping brunette in her bed as soon as possible, since she didn't weigh like a feather anymore. The guy didn't even follow her upstairs and just headed to the living room, probably checking the football game score to entertain himself; the Broadway singer placed her daughter in her bed, taking her shoes off and tucking her under the thick comforter. After dropping a soft kiss on her forehead, she headed back downstairs to confront the other adult inside the house.
"Could have offered to help, you know?" She grabbed the remote and switched the TV off, before throwing it aside. "Where have you been for the whole day? Just sitting home and watching TV?" She looked down at his face, watching a frown appear on his face.
"Hey, chill. Don't know what you are pissed off, but unless you turn that attitude in something hot, calm down." He leaned forward and grabbed his opened beer from the coffee table, chugging it down before playing with it. "The kid wasn't home, you were at rehearsals what was I supposed to do?"
"I don't know, find something productive to do? When are you going to start doing something with your life, instead of living off your folks' money?" Rachel grabbed his beer and dumped it into the bin beside the coffee table. "When we first met you had ambitions. You wanted to do something with your life, instead you are practically living here without helping at all."
"I told you babe, when my dad decides to retire from his company I'll take over and we can have a bigger place and even a kid of my own." Brody stood up and rested his hands on her hips, smirking down at her. "Speaking of, why don't we go upstairs and practice some? It's been a while since we did that."
"That's all you can think of? I have a daughter already and I don't plan to have any more kids." The singer pulled back from his embrace and grabbed the trashcan from off the floor. "You don't even try to show her some affection, so why should I want to have a baby with you? We are not married nor I plan to support you for the whole time like a kid. Take some of your responsibilities, Brody, and then we'll talk about this." She pushed the bin against his chest and pointed to the kitchen. Before storming upstairs without looking back at him.
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When Quinn walked inside her office, she was surprised to find her soon to be ex-wife there, looking down at the photographs messily discarded on her desk. For some reason, the blonde couldn't help the warmth filling her heart at the sight of the brunette taking interest in her work, something she was used to see when they were happy and together. Closing the door behind herself, Quinn slipped her sunglasses over the top of her head and cleared her throat, not wanting to scare the other woman.
"Hi, sorry for going through your stuff." Rachel stood up and smoothed the front of her dress, fidgeting with its hem as she looked at her ex. "I…I know I was a bitch last night and I came to apologize, I was out of line." Looking up, she watched the blonde nod for her to go further without butting in. "I had a rough day at the theater but I should have never taken it out on you. You have every right to move on and do whatever you want in your private life; I know you would never put our daughter in an uncomfortable situation like…"
"Like you did?" Quinn walked to the desk and sat her messenger bag down, beside the Starbucks' bag on her desk. "Look, Rachel, I cannot tell you how to live your love life, but you perfectly know why I dislike Brody so much. He has no interest in knowing our daughter at all and we both know it." Leaning against the desk, she looked at the silent brunette who adverted her gaze. "I don't know if he makes you happy, but he surely wants to keep a part of your life separate from his and I am sure you realize how wrong is that, without having me say it."
"I know, Quinn." The Broadway star stood back up and squeezed her left hand gently, looking back into her hazel eyes "If you'd like, you could keep Harmony for more days this week; I'll be very busy at the theater and I'd feel better if she stayed with you, here or at your apartment instead with the Nanny at home."
"No problem, I'll pick her up from the theater ok?" Quinn nodded and walked the brunette to the door, before opening it for her. "Thanks for dropping by, Rach." The photographer watched her go and then went back to her desk, opening the brown bag and finding a cup of Vanilla Flavored Latte and a dark chocolate muffin.
"Did I really see Rachel just leave?" Marley walked through the door and smiled at the blonde, who looked up from the breakfast bag to receive a gentle peck on her lips. "I talked to those buyers in Los Angeles, they are willing to meet us next week for their proposals; but I am pretty positive about it."
"That's great, thanks for dealing with this business stuff. My partner used to do that, I was in charge for the artistic branch of the company." The blonde moved behind her desk and started her iMac, needing to go through some of her pictures for the buying process. "Do you want to have lunch, later?"
"I'd love to." The brunette blushed lightly and then walked toward the door, needing to attend to her own tasks. "Do you want me to get you some coffee or something?" She stopped in the doorway and looked at the puzzled blonde.
"It wasn't you that…" Quinn's eyes shifted to the paper bag sitting on her desk and a soft smile crept over her face. "No, thanks." She nodded toward the brunette, who closed the door behind herself and left the photographer alone. Sitting back, the blonde pulled the bag closer and inspected the contents: it was a Vanilla Flavored Black Coffee and Dark Chocolate Muffin. Of course it couldn't have been Marley, only few people knew her precise breakfast tastes and Rachel was one of those.
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Moving in together had gone smoother than they had hoped for. They both had adjusted to their schedules and kept some of their personal space, in order not to suffocate each other with their relationship. Rachel switched back and forth between the theater and some of new photoshoots and Quinn had finally managed to save up enough to create her own photography agency, along with another photographer she had met during her last work experience.
Noah Puckerman, called "Puck", was another Midwest guy who had come out from his poor roots by juggling between side jobs until he finally landed in NY, where he had rented a small condo in Brooklyn. Photography had always been his passion, but thanks to cleaning pool business he had been involved into, he had developed a sixth sense for business. They were quite similar. Both players with a smug attitude that had gone them places, although Quinn had retired from her "post-work" activities since she had gotten with Rachel.
"Dude, which one? The brunette or the blonde?" Puck winked at the two models sitting a few stools away from theirs, raising his half full glass before turning his attention to the blonde, who rolled her eyes at him.
"Go ahead and unleash the Puckasaurus, you know I am with Rachel and I wouldn't do something like that to her." Quinn downed her shot and ordered a cold beer for her, eager to see her girlfriend and spend the rest of their weekend together.
"You are so boring, Q." The guy rubbed his mohawk and smirked at the two girls, who pointed to the dance floor for him to follow them. "Rachel is such a hot piece of ass, but you are young and you should have fun as much as possible. There's time for you to get a ball and chain." He slammed the beer on the counter and stood up, fixing his jacket. "Rachel wouldn't even have to know and I don't fuck and tell."
"Not interested, Puck." Quinn shoved him toward the dance floor and turned around to glare at the main door, waiting to see her brunette walk through it. Her eyes brightened when the singer spotted her among the crowd and sauntered toward her, swaying sexily enough to make her heart skip a beat and her cock stir in her pants.
"Do you need some company, sexy?" Rachel's arms sneaked around the photographer's neck, purring against her lips before claiming them in a hard kiss. Mouths clashed and hands roamed above clothes, gripping and tugging closer until they were flushed against the bar counter. "Is it a gun in your pants or are you happy to see me?"
"I am very happy to see you, Rach." Quinn tugged the petite brunette in her lap and ordered a Margarita for the brunette, who nuzzled her cheek and looked around the club with an inspective eye. "How was rehearsal, baby?" The blonde looked at her distracted girlfriend, who had eyed the brunette dancing with Puck for stealing glances at her lover.
"I should teach that girl a lesson, since she has been eyefucking you since I came here." Rachel's head was turned to meet her girlfriend's eyes with hers, before soft lips pressed a calming kiss upon her mouth. "Sorry, I just wish they left you alone."
"Baby, I have no eyes for anyone else but you." Quinn's fingers slipped under the hem of her loose blouse, stroking the small Venus dimples on her lower back as her other hand brushed along her outer thigh. "I know we've been very busy lately, but we can make up for it during this weekend." She brushed her lips along the underside of the singer's jaw, who shuddered and led her hand under the hem of her skirt, against her damp panties.
"Bathroom. Now." Rachel grabbed her girlfriend's hand and dragged her up from her stool, pushing through the crowd toward the restrooms where, hopefully, she'd be able to work her sexual frustration out with Quinn.
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It was past 1 AM and Quinn was sorting through some of her latest pictures, unable to choose which one could fit the buyers' requests from LA. She was due to leave on Monday morning, with Marley, and she was still trying to figure out what to sell. What a way to spend her Friday night, at least Harmony was there with her and she could spend time with her daughter. Resting back against the couch, she pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes, trying to rub the exhaustion away.
"Mommy…" a soft whimper came from the brunette's room and it soon brought Quinn to her feet. The blonde padded barefoot across the hardwood floor to reach the girl's bedroom and the sight of her whimpering daughter, alerted her senses. "Mommy, it hurts. Make it stop." Harmony rolled around, throwing the covers away as held onto her right side.
"I am here, baby." Quinn pressed a hand to her forehead and didn't need to check twice to know she was running a high fever. She needed to get her to the nearest hospital and call Rachel, as soon as she got there. "We are going to a hospital baby, don't worry. Mommy is here." The blonde wrapped the brunette in a blanket and quickly walked to the door, stopping to slip her shoes on and grab her iPhone and keys from the table by the door.
On her way to the hospital, she had made sure to text both Finn and Santana about what happened and make a quick call to Rachel, in order for her to hurry to the NY Presbyterian Hospital where Harmony's pediatrician worked. The singer was obviously panicking for not being able to be with her daughter in that critical moment, but she was relieved that Quinn had been prompt enough to get in the first cab and get their precious kid there. For the whole ride, the small brunette gripped her mother's hand tightly, wincing for the pain in her right side while Quinn rocked her gently and pressed soft kisses on her sweaty forehead.
20 minutes later, Quinn was pacing back and forth in front of the surgery room where they had taken Harmony, with urgency. The blonde was at loss and she didn't even know what was going on with her baby girl; she had barely heard the words "appendix" before the small brunette was rushed into the OR and she couldn't go further than the waiting room.
"I demand to see my daughter! She was brought here!" Rachel's loud voice could be heard through the hallways from the nurse station. She was lashing out at the nurse who couldn't read her mind nor know whose girl she was talking to, until Quinn walked there to save them both from aggravating their worries. "Quinn! Where is she? How is our baby doing?"
"They took her to the OR, Rachel." Quinn wrapped an arm around the shivering brunette's waist and led her toward the seats, where they would be waiting. "I think it's an appendicectomy because she was running a fever and she got pain in her right side. God I felt so powerless and I couldn't do anything to make her pain go away." The blonde rested her head back against the cold wall, closing her eyes in frustration when familiar fingers laced with hers, conveying the support they both needed to go through this.
It felt like hours for them. They just sat there, holding hands and praying to a God Quinn had stopped believing into, years ago. She kept her eyes closed and hoped their daughter would be safe In the surgery room; it was the most important thing in their messed lives and nothing would be worse than having something happening to her or Rachel. No matter what had happened to their marriage, the two brunettes were the most precious things she had and she would have rather given up on her own life, rather than seeing them suffer.
"I brought you some coffee, it's going to be a long night." Finn handed them both a cup of fuming coffee, that tasted horribly but was the strongest thing he could find that was not alcoholic. The tall man had paced back and forth in the hallway, hands behind his head and with dark circles under his eyes. Harmony was like a daughter to him and of course he couldn't not be there for his best friend, during such a rough time.
"Thanks, man." Quinn smiled at him and inhaled the smell of coffee, closing eyes just for a second before settling on their friend sprawled on the seats in front of them. Brittany was asleep in Santana's lap, who kept on running her fingers through her golden hair while Kurt and Dave were sitting few seats from them, dozing off against the wall.
"Why is it taking them so long?" Rachel sat her cup down and looked at the blonde, who shook her head sadly and looked up at the clock above the wall, signaling 2 hours had gone by since Harmony was rushed in there. "Maybe I should go ask the nurse or a doctor or…" Tears filled the brunette's eyes and before she knew it, strong arms wrapped around her shoulders as she sobbed into the photographer's neck "She is just a kid, Quinn".
"She is going to be okay, Rach. Our baby is strong. She is a fighter, like me and you." Quinn's lips brushed against her temple, kissing it gently as she rubbed soft circles on her quivering back and held her tightly in her arms. She was really trying to be the strongest between the two of them.
She needed to do it for their sake and for Harmony's one.
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Meeting her own parents hadn't gone well, but the Berry's were nothing like the Fabray's. They were welcoming and open people, that loved their daughter like they had pushed them out of their own wombs even if not biologically possible. Hiram Berry, probably the one Rachel had taken after the most, looked like a male and older version of her girlfriend; so bouncy and Broadway obsessed, while Leroy was more silent, yet never his 30 seconds smile had made her feel more welcome than 20 years in her household.
"So I think dinner was a success, my parents adore you almost as much as I do." Rachel slipped under the covers and crawled on top of her girlfriend, who was reading a book propped up against the pillows. "Did I ever tell you how hot you look with reading glasses on?" The brunette's lips brushed against her shell, nipping at it with soft bites as her hands slipped under the hem of her tight wife beater.
"Baby, your parents are just across the hall." Quinn muttered closing eyes, trying to fight the desire slowly building in her own body but how could she? Her sexy girlfriend was purring in her neck and teasingly grinding against the bulge in her boxers, that wasn't so subtle anymore. "You are going to get me in trouble and I am actually scared of your Leroy."
"Oh baby, he is harmless." The singer's hands reached the straps of her own nightgown and pushed them down her shoulders, letting the silk garment pool around her waist and exposing her bare body. "He is no longer a cop and I promise you, I wouldn't let him scare you away with his shotgun." She chuckled and tugged at the waistband of her lover's boxers, tugging them down to free her rigid member, that bounced back against the girl's taut stomach.
"You are not helping me at all, baby." Quinn growled under her breath at the feeling of a soft thumb swiping over the tip of her member, spreading her leaked wetness as her back arched off the bed to meet the intimate caresses. "Fuck, Rachel." Closing her eyes, she fisted the blanket at their sides and slowly thrusted her hips upwards, fully meeting the hand that was pumping up and down her erect member.
"You are so gorgeous and I love you so much." The petite brunette slipped her free hand behind the photographer's head to join their lips in a soft, yet hungry kiss. Mouths seeked each other, as if they needed each other's taste to fully breathe while her busy hand slipped along the length of the blonde's cock to fully cup her base.
"You drive me crazy." Quinn's hands moved under the nightgown, holding onto the girl's backside to encourage her hips to thrust forward against her. "I love you more than anything else in this fucking world, baby." After a strong nibble on her bottom lip, she turned the girl around in her lap and cupped her from behind, turning the tables to her own advantage. "Not so smug now, huh?" The blonde's tongue slipped behind her left ear, brushing against one of the brunette's most sensitive spots as her fingers worked on her engorged clit with expertise. Her thumb swiped over its length as her fore and middle fingers tugged at it from the bottom up, making the girl's hips buck up to meet her.
"Please, get inside of me." Rachel whimpered breathlessly. Her fingers tugged at the wife beater that separated their frames from pressing intimately and Quinn just let her take it off, as they slipped down to lie against the mattress more horizontally. Having thrown the garment to the side, the brunette's hands slipped behind her partner's head to tug her lips back on hers, whilst her core lined up with the rigid appendage before lowering herself on it.
"You are so fucking tight, baby." Quinn moaned in her mouth. Her hands dragged the silk blanket around their lower bodies, keeping them hidden beneath the soft fabric as their hips moved sensually against each other. Pale fingers trailed up and down the bronzed flat stomach, gently pushing her lower body down to meet her deep but slow thrusts. Their lovemaking had turned into a slow and sensual dance beneath the sheets. Hidden from the plain sight but clear in their minds and souls. It was intense and for their own exclusive pleasure.
"Don't ever stop, Quinn." Their lips were bruised and swollen. The taste of each other lingered on their tongues as the photographer's fingers slipped under the hem of the dark blanket, tugging at the short curls before venturing lower where the brunette ached the most. Slowly, she dragged her nails across the girl's upper folds, opening her to the warm air trapped under the sheet that reeked of raw pleasure. "Oh god, Quinn…" Her head dropped against her girlfriend's shoulder, who kept on massaging her swollen nub as her hips thrusted harder into her. Both their pleasure had almost reached their peak but she wanted to make the brunette come harder than before. She needed that.
"You are so beautiful baby. So sexy." Quinn whispered in the girl's mouth as their lips brushed for a slower kiss, that didn't match the tempo set with their lower bodies. The blonde's hand pressed on her clit and kept her hips still as her member slammed into her from behind, making sure to brush the base of her cock between her tight asscheeks. With one last swift movement, the older girl had rolled them over, pressing the brunette's front to the mattress with her draped over her back.
"Oh yes. Fuck me harder, Quinn." Rachel moaned into the mattress. Forgotten were the pillows or her parents sleeping just down the hallway. It was all about their pleasure and their need to release it. Her forehead dropped against the squeaking mattress as the blonde pounded into her from behind, with her hand still firmly palming her nub with no intentions to stop unless she came.
"As you wish, star." The blonde nudged her right leg upwards, bending her toward her own chest as it exposed her pink pussy to her aching member. Slipping out of her core, Quinn brushed her wet length against her folds, parting them with it before thrusting back inside to hit the spongy spot that she always managed to find, whenever they had sex. "You like this, don't you? So open and exposed to me." Quinn's words were whispered against her cheek, sweaty like every other part of her naked frame. The heat in the room had surely reached high levels and the smell of sex had taken over the spicy scent of the ambiance.
"Make me come, baby." Rachel's arms reached behind her lover's head, circling it slowly as they moved frantically against the bed. The headboard kept bumping into the wall, adding more noise to the whimpers and the slaps of their naked frames. Quinn thrusted harder into her girlfriend's core, making sure to drag her cock almost all the way out before pounding back in. Just the way Rachel liked it.
"Cum with me, baby." Her perfect nose brushed the angle of her mouth, grunting lowlier as her balls throbbed in excitement. "Fuck, here it comes." She moaned louder and closed her eyes, letting the tingles take over her body and her cock spurt out thick ropes of her release, filling the girl's tight channel. The brunette's hips arched off the bed at the feeling of being filled from the inside, making her top over the edge as her walls fluttered around the member inside of her.
"Fuck, Quinn!" Rachel arched off the bed, almost sending the blonde to the floor hadn't it been for the way they both moved together, to ride their intense orgasm off. "You fill me so good." She moaned into her girlfriend's jaw, as more wetness mixed inside of her core that throbbed with pleasure.
"I love you, Rachel." Quinn collapsed against the girl's back, her cock softened inside the girl's core before she pulled it out and rolled on her back beside her, panting to catch her breath. With her eyes closed, she tugged the breathless brunette in her arms and against her front, needing to hold onto her as they recovered from their shared high.
"I love you too." The Broadway starlet nuzzled her girlfriend's strong shoulder and wrapped a loose arm around her waist, to cuddle into her side. Nuzzling her sweaty skin, the brunette cuddled even closer to the other girl, who pulled the blanket over them and dropped a soft kiss on her damp hair. "Quinn…do you think about us and the future?"
"Of course I do." Quinn looked down at the brunette and kissed the tip of her nose, gently. "When I was younger, I always thought that marriage or settling down wouldn't be something I'd do. My parents' marriage is a wreck and I never wanted to go through that kind of pain. It must be very sad for someone to wake up and realize you don't love the man or the woman lying beside you and that, maybe, you never loved them in the first place." She whispered softly and pulled the silent brunette closer as she kept going. "But then I realized it is worth the shot, you know? I'd rather try and fail, rather than not try at all and I like to think that not everything falls into pieces. I am hopeful that we can really make it in the long run, Rachel."
"I am holding on that hope as well, Quinn." A smaller hand cupped the side of the blonde's face, tugging her closer as their lips met for another loving kiss that sealed the hope they both held onto.
So many dreams, so much faith…
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