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Warning! Warning, warning: Sexytimes!

Chapter 26:

Girl's night and morning sex.

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"Inviting me over."

"You're my friend Jenny."

"I know. I just didn't want to intrude or anything. I mean I know Rachel and I had a little trouble to get along, but I think we're cool now."

Quinn sighs tiredly. She and Jenny are in her kitchen as they are setting things up to the girl's night. The night they get guilt free and can eat everything they want. And of course drink as much too.

"Yeah. I'm kind of relieved. You know… it's Rachel… I…"

Jenny waves her off.

"It's okay. I understand that if it was the case you'd choose her."

"But you have to know that she'd never do that." Quinn smiles reassuringly. "She is just a little stubborn, but once you have her trust and friendship it's forever."

"Cool."

The green eyed actress nods as right then Santana and Brittany walk into the house.

"We're here!" Santana shouts. "Hope you guys are decent."

"I'm in the kitchen." Quinn shouts back.

"I don't want to see Berry smeared in chocolate or something…" She says as she walks into the kitchen.

"Where's Rachel?" Brittany asks placing the stuffs she is carrying on the kitchen's counter.

"That's exactly what you wanted to see right?" Jenny says mischievously. "It's called denial. Freud explains it wonderfully."

"What you're talking about?" Quinn questions her friend.

"Santana's desire to see Rachel smeared in chocolate."

Santana chuckles.

"There's no desire believe me. It's more like I don't want a repetition."

"Repetition?" The blonde actress asks intrigued.

"You don't want to know."

"Try me." Quinn says smiling.

"Rachel is crazy. One time when we were living together she decided she needed to try something she saw in a magazine. She said it was for her skin. After that night Kurt and I needed therapy."

"Oh… I bet it wasn't that bad…" Brittany smirks at her fiancé. "Rachel is hot. You know it."

"Yeah, but it was traumatic. She was all covered. I needed a glass of water. Everything was dark…" She frowns dramatically.

"Okay, I'll let go and forget you saw my girlfriend naked."

"Hello! She wasn't naked. She was covered in chocolate." Santana raises her hands in the air. "Pay attention." She tries to hold back her grin.

And of course Quinn zoned out. She starts thinking about her girlfriend. Her girlfriend covered in chocolate. Why did she agree with this girl's night anyway? Especially when they have yet to use certain things in that box; they didn't have time. After the party they were too tired to do anything and during the week they were always too busy.

"But where's she by the way?"

Santana asks, but is not listened as Quinn is distracted. The blonde licks her lips, still thinking about Rachel.

"Quinn?"

"Yeah?"

The singer rolls her eyes.

"Rachel."

"She is coming. So…" She cleans her throat. "Let's take everything to the backward."

Brittany giggles amused. "Someone was thinking about Rachel covered in chocolate."

"And I'm not ashamed of that." She says with her husky voice. "It actually gave me some ideas."

"Please keep it in your mind." Santana warns in faux seriousness.

"Better yet. I'll keep it in my bed." She gets close and kisses Santana's cheek. "And Rachel's too."

She takes the snacks and the beers and goes toward the backyard as the others do the same. Girl's night was only beginning. Kind of…

"I want to tell you how I feel, I want to tell you everything, I should tell but I'm afraid… I don't want to make a mistake…"

She tries some accords on the piano.

"My heart is broken, cause you're so distant… I don't know when all this started, but I know how it can be stopped."

She exhales heavily and stretches her arms.

"Ugh!"

"We can continue tomorrow."

"It was ready. It's just… I don't know" She exhales soundly. "Maybe you're right." She smiles tiredly as she turns around on the piano bench to face her producer. "I can proceed with this tomorrow."

"I have a meeting, but I think I can pass by here right after lunch."

"Okay." She nods. "But what do you think?"

"The song?"

"Yeah."

"It's good; we need to work on it more. It's really not album material yet."

"Uh… Brian… I was thinking about what you told me."

"What?"

"My career. What path I want to take."

"And?" He asks, concerned.

"I understand your point. I know how this industry works. But I don't know… I still want the freedom I have now to write and perform."

"Rachel you are very talented. I could make you the next Katy Perry."

"Katy Perry wasn't made." She frowns annoyed. "But if it was the case I don't want to be the next anything. I want to be me."

He gets silent, mulling everything over.

"I still think you're not using your full potential."

"Maybe you're right. But I want to do it at my own pace. I'm a Broadway star and of course my album was very successful and I have two Grammies, but everything is very new for me. Yes I think I'm ready to go international but I want to do it slowly."

He sighs and scratches his head. "We'll see. I have to go now. See you tomorrow."

"Okay. Bye."

She takes her cell phone and gasps.

"Shit!"

She immediately calls her girlfriend.

"Hey baby! Sorry I'm late, I lost track of time-"

"Rachel?"

"Yeah? Who is it?"

"Jenny."

Rachel bites her bottom lip and takes a deep breath.

"Where's Quinn?"

"She is a little busy right now. But hey! Aren't you coming?"

"Yes. Tell her I'm on my way."

"Okay."

When she hangs up the phone she is taken by a strange feeling. Maybe it was something related with those three words, three words that carries a lot of memories.

She comes out of her musings and leaves the studio.

Outside of the studio she walks slowly as she checks her phone messages at the same time.

"Well, well… look who I found here."

When she is close to her car she hears a very familiar voice behind her.

"Oh my God!" She beams excitedly when she turns around. "What are you doing here?"

"That's a good question."

"Well…" Rachel trails off playfully demanding the blonde to go on.

"I was stalking you."

"Stop that Ronnie I'm serious."

"I am serious too."

Rachel gets close to her blonde friend and hugs her tight.

"Business."

"Something boring?"

"Very."

"Then I don't want to know."

"I figured. And I was really stalking you, I have my contacts…"

Rachel chuckles as she rolls her eyes.

"You and your contacts."

"Yeah… I was told that you could be here at the studio, but when I got there you were gone and then they told me you had just left. So here I am."

"Should I fire someone in there for spilling confidential information to strangers?"

"Not really her fault. I can be very persuasive. You know it." Veronica says seductively.

"Her? I should know it was a woman. So you found me. What exactly do you want? I'm dating remember?"

"Yeah. I do." She grimaces. "But don't worry; I'm not going to try anything. Are you busy or something?"

Rachel presses her lips together in a thin line; she hates to let people down.

"Actually I'm going to Quinn's now. It's girl's night. Santana and Brittany will be there too."

"Aw so cute."

"I'd invite you over but you know Quinn."

"Yes I do. I don't blame her. She is very lucky." Veronica stares at Rachel intensely. "I could say I should've fight for you but I don't think I'd have a chance."

"Yeah, It's hard to find what we have, but hey!" She taps Ronnie's shoulder playfully. "I didn't know you were looking for something serious. I thought you were more into casual dates."

"I was. I'm getting old I guess." She struggles.

"You're 26." Rachel glares at her. "Oh no." She covers her mouth dramatically. "No way! Who is she?"

"What?"

"You're seeing someone!" Rachel shouts animatedly.

"Maybe…" Veronica mumbles.

"What you mean maybe? I want details. Do I know her?"

"Yes…" She trails off nervously. "She is your assistant."

"Come again?" Rachel questions the blonde woman looking very surprised.

"I met her a couple of months ago she was in New York. You sent her to a negotiation?" She raises her eyebrow inquiringly.

Rachel nods, eyes glazed on the blonde. "It was a magazine I'm going to be the cover, anyway… go on."

"I tried to work my charm on her but apparently she had a boyfriend."

"She has a boyfriend." Rachel adds still shocked. "How do you guys met? She didn't tell me about you."

"It's a long story. It was an amazing night, we had a connection. I felt it. Then I tried to take her to a date the whole week but you know… the boyfriend…" She huffs frustrated. "She never mentioned me? That's not a good sign right?" She pouts.

"Yeah…" Rachel grimaces. "But what is more important here is that I don't think she is into… you know…"

"Girls?"

Veronica smirks what makes Rachel remember old times. She knows that face pretty well. The blonde is plotting something.

"I have an awesome gaydar and you could always check for me."

"Not happening." She shakes her head adamantly. "Ronnie…" She whines. "She has a boyfriend. I'm sorry I can't do that."

"I'm just asking you to check if I have a chance." The blonde pouts.

"You don't. She has a boyfriend, and she is a nice girl, go throw your charm on a single girl. I won't let you mess with her."

"I don't want to mess with her."

Rachel stares at her in a serious manner.

"I'm serious. Do you think I'd come here just for a one night stand?"

"I know you. You're ego is bruised because she dumped you."

"You're wrong. I'm not a teenage anymore okay?"

"Is either that or you're interested in her because she is my assistant."

"Don't get all cocky." She crosses her arms over her chest petulantly. "It's not that. Maybe at first, but I swear my intentions are good now. I don't want to use her or anything." She sighs. "She is very nice, a little bit uptight, but I can't work on that."

Rachel smiles openly now.

"Aw… It's happening, you like her. I never thought you could have real feelings for anyone."

"That's unfair. I fell in love once. She just didn't reciprocate the way I wanted."

"You didn't know what you wanted."

"I wanted you. And you dumped me."

"We weren't dating Veronica don't be a drama queen."

"Oh yeah? And why weren't we dating?"

"You reminded me of her…" Rachel says in low voice.

"What it's really inaccurate. We're so different." Ronnie says annoyed.

"True. I think I was always thinking about her too much."

"Ew…" Veronica's face contorts in disgust.

"What?" Rachel looks at the blonde woman curiously. "Oh." She figures out. "No! No… I never… I mean… no, when we were, you know… I never thought about her, not in a direct way."

"What you mean not in a direct way?"

Rachel shakes her head as she blushes a little. She is being completely honest, besides she was very much in denial back then. It had never occurred to her that the reason why she went to Veronica that night was because she was jealous. She was jealous of Alex, Quinn's girlfriend at that time. The fact on the matter is that she never really dealt very well with jealousy. So she ran after Veronica, because she was Quinn's friend. Deep down she wanted Quinn to feel what she was feeling. Of course it was all unconscious.

"I meant that when we were fucking I wasn't thinking about her!" She says a little louder than she intended. "But somehow what motivated me to go after you that first night was my feelings for her."

"I know. She was dating Alex."

Rachel nods and narrows her eyes observing Veronica's face lighting up with a mischievous smile.

"You were using me." The blonde woman pouts, faking a sad face.

"No no. I know what you're doing."

"Rachel you own me. Just ask her. It's plain simple. Besides you're her boss, and she likes you very much. She said you're an awesome boss."

"She does?"

"Yes." She nods cynically.

"You're liar you're manipulating me!" Rachel taps her shoulder again, only this time she hits the blonde harder.

"Ouch! I'm serious Rach… Come on, please?" Veronica gets closer and cornering Rachel between her and the singer's car she places both of her hands on each of Rachel's side.

"Ronnie don't do that." The singer looks around quickly.

"What's wrong?" The big smile that was plastered on the blonde's face drops as she also looks around, mimicking Rachel's motions.

"Paparazzi."

The blonde backs away.

"Sorry."

"No, it's okay. It's just that… you know…"

"You don't have to apologize." She lifts her hand and caresses Rachel's cheek tenderly. "I'll never judge you. It's me, I'm your friend, remember?"

Rachel smiles. "Yeah, but could you just." She points to Veronica's hand.

"Sorry again."

"I really have to go."

"Can I see you one of these days, and the girls too? I'm not going to be back to New York any time soon."

"That'd be great."

"It seems weird, but I really want to see Quinn."

"I'm sure she wants to see you too."

"I'm not so sure."

Rachel giggles, shaking her head as she looks at the other woman affectionately.

"Okay I'll let you go."

She smiles happily watching as Rachel opens her car's door and enters inside. The singer turns on the engineer and opens the window.

"Are you sure you're not going to mess with Claire?"

"Yes." She smiles genuinely. "I just want to know if I have a chance. Otherwise she can be happy ever after with her boyfriend."

"Okay." She takes a deep breath. "I'll do it."

"Thank you."

Veronica observes as Rachel leaves and she notices that the singer is followed by a car. She frowns irritated and runs toward her car right away.

Thanks to L.A traffic and its traffic lights she manages to catch up the singer. She sees the same car she saw before and notes that the vehicle is indeed following Rachel's. She takes her cell phone intending to warn the brunette, but Rachel kicks off abruptly as soon as the lights turn green.

The blonde does the same and after awhile she manages to call the singer.

"Hello? Ronnie?"

"Yes, it's me. Listen, there's a car following you."

"Yeah, I know. It's a paparazzi don't worry."

"Are you sure?"

"Mmhm. I'm going to hang up the phone. My dads hate when I talk and drive."

"Sure."

"Bye."

She hangs up the phone, but moments later when she notices that Rachel gets even faster she calls again.

"Rachel, slow down. It's just a paparazzi."

"Yeah, but he is a very annoying one. I know what he wants. He wants a photo of me getting inside Quinn's house."

"You're overreacting. She is your friend, you said so. End of story. Your personal life it's nobody's business."

"You're right. Okay, I'll slow down. Bye."

Right in the moment Rachel hangs up her phone a motorcycle gets on the paparazzo's car side. The driver and the motorcyclist start arguing with each other.

Rachel stops and because he is distracted, the paparazzi doesn't see the red light of the semaphore and hits the rear of Rachel's car hard.

Veronica pulls over immediately and gets out of her car. She goes toward Rachel's and helps the brunette out.

"Are you okay?"

Rachel nods and goes straight toward the paparazzi with fury in her eyes.

"Did you do this on purpose? Are you fucking blind?"

"Hey I didn't see the red light." He shouts back.

"Of course not!" Veronica interjects irritated stepping between Rachel and the man. "You weren't paying attention on the road. I saw you and-" She huffs. "You're fucking kidding me?!" She shouts to the other man, the one with the motorcycle, he is now taking pictures. She goes toward him to try and take the camera.

"Ronnie let it go." Rachel holds her. "It's not worth it."

The blonde looks at her and opens her eyes widely.

"You're bleeding!" She cups Rachel's face and gets closer as to take a better look at Rachel's wound.

"I'm…" Rachel takes her hand to her forehead. "Shit!" She shouts as she sees her hand covered with her blood.

"You need to go to the hospital."

"I'm okay. I wasn't using the sit belt. I just hit my head on the wheels, look it was my ring." She lifts her hand and shows her ring. "It caused the cut."

"You're going to the hospital, now."

"Ronnie."

"Now." The blonde says adamantly so Rachel nods her head.

After the proceedings, Rachel pressed charge against the paparazzi, Veronica takes her to the hospital.

"Who was it?"

"What?"

Quinn is a little bit intrigued with the fact that Jenny answered her phone rather than just pass it to her. Maybe Rachel was right, sometimes she crosses lines.

"On my phone?"

She mentally reprimands herself. She is overreacting; Santana does that all the time.

"Rachel." Jenny informs.

Okay, now she crossed a line.

Quinn pinches the bridge of her nose trying to be patient.

"Why did you hang up?" She asks upset.

"Hey, what's going on?" Brittany gets in the kitchen too. "What are you guys doing, we're waiting the beers."

"What did she say?" Quinn keeps her eyes on Jenny.

"Hey, don't worry. She said she is on her way."

"What did she say?"

"She is on her way." Jenny repeats herself. "Come one. Let's go." She leaves the kitchen.

Quinn gulps apprehensively.

"She is okay." Brittany rubs Quinn's arm. "She will be here any minute." The blonde actress nods and follows her friend.

But as time passes and she gets more concerned she calls her girlfriend.

"Voicemail again." She runs her fingers through her hair nervously.

"Maybe her phone ran out of battery." Santana ponders in an attempt to calm down her friend.

Moments later when Quinn is freaking out, Rachel finally calls her.

"Rachel!" She answers almost screaming.

"Hey baby."

"What happened? Where are you? I'm calling you like a crazy! I was freaking out here." She speaks nonstop.

"Uh…it's nothing serious."

"What?" Quinn panics.

"I said: nothing serious baby."

"Where are you?"

"I'm getting inside the hospital now. But as I said it's nothing serious. I was leaving the studio and driving to your house; some idiot didn't see the red light and hit the rear of my car."

She didn't mention the paparazzi because she knows Quinn is going to freak out.

"I'm going there."

Rachel has no time to argue. Not that she wanted anyway. She knew Quinn was going to come to the hospital as soon as possible regardless whether it was or not necessary.

"She is coming."

"I think I'd better leave. I don't want to cause any more stress."

"You don't have to Ronnie."

"I know, but if I want us to be cool again I think I'd better not push her, even though I really like to tease her," She smiles. "Anyway... Are you going to be okay?"

"Yes. Come here."

They hug each other fondly.

"Okay. Bye." Ronnie kisses Rachel's cheek and leaves.

No longer after Quinn arrives, and she is not alone. The three others came too as they were also worried.

The blonde actress tries at all coasts to see Rachel right away, but she is informed that the singer is in the middle of the medical procedures, which means she is now cleaning her wound as she already was checked by the doctor, and that it won't take long for her to be released.

So they settle in the waiting room.

"Here she is."

Santana informs them as she is the first to spot Rachel walking toward the waiting room.

Quinn quits biting her nails and raises her head to face her girlfriend. She immediately stands up and runs to Rachel. When she gets close she wraps her arms around the brunette and hugs her tight.

Rachel hugs her back and as she hears Quinn's heart beating in a very fast pace she pulls away.

"Hey. I'm okay." She rubs her girlfriend's arms. "It was nothing." She smiles trying to put Quinn at ease.

"She said you said you were on your way." Quinn says in a low voice, concern plastered on her face. Rachel nods knowingly "I… I kind of had a panic attack." She shutters.

"I'm fine. Just a small cut." She points to her forehead and Quinn caresses it fondly. "It was my ring actually."

"Were you using the sit belt?"

"No?" Rachel grimaces guiltily.

"Rachel…" Quinn whines.

"Can we go home now?"

The blonde nods.

"Hey guys." Rachel greets the others.

"What happened exactly?" Santana demands in a serious tone. "You weren't here this whole time. Not because of this." She points to Rachel's forehead.

"I was at the police station."

"What? Why?" Quinn asks worried.

"A paparazzi was following me he was having an argument with another paparazzi and got distracted. So when I stopped because of the traffic light he hit my car."

"Who was it?" Quinn asks between gritted teeth.

"Yeah, who was the son of a bitch?" Santana adds irritated.

"Nobody, baby can we go home?" Rachel pouts pleadingly.

Quinn cups Rachel's face with one hand and leans to press her lips on her girlfriend's forehead.

"Yes, but you're going to tell me everything later."

"Okay. So, let's restart girl's night?" Rachel asks the others animatedly.

"Are you sure baby?" Quinn inquires her, holding her hand fondly.

The singer nods. "I need a drink and I'm hungry. Let's go!"

"What ya doing?"

"What do you think?"

"You're not going to get naked?" Santana asks rhetorically as Rachel keeps taking her clothes off.

They left the hospital on Quinn's car, Rachel's car was towed, and headed to the blonde actress house to hang out and enjoy the end of the night.

"No… not exactly." Rachel answers Santana with a smirk on her face.

"Baby do you-" Quinn stops mid sentence as she gets out of the house, holding Rachel's beer. She stares at her girlfriend's body, practically devouring the brunette with her eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Too many questions…" Rachel steps out of her jeans and tosses it away with her foot. She then winks at her girlfriend and jumps in the pool wearing only her underwear and her bra.

After a good amount of time under the water she finally comes to the surface. She smiles at her girlfriend as Quinn sits on the edge of the pool. She then cups the blonde's neck and pulls her into a passionate kiss.

Distracted with the kiss Quinn has no time to react and before she can protest, Rachel pulls her into the pool.

"Rachel!" She cries out as she emerges to the surface.

Watching Quinn cleaning away the excess of water in her eyes Rachel is laughing loosely.

"It's not funny."

"Baby I just wanted you here with me."

She gets close and grabs Quinn waist, pulling the blonde into her and kissing her neck. When she bites it Quinn's frown disappears right away. In fact the blonde lets out a very contented moan.

"You're forgiven."

She says as she lifts her girlfriend up and captures Rachel's lips. Rachel wraps her legs around Quinn's waist and her arms around the blonde's neck. Quinn tickles the outside of Rachel's mouth with her tongue and Rachel's mouth opens eagerly. They deepen the kiss, exploring each other lips and tongues.

"Okay enough." Santana complains from her chair, sipping her beer absentmindedly.

They eventually stop. Rachel approaches the edge and climbs up, flexing her muscles as she does so, showing up all of her toned body to her girlfriend.

"Stop drooling Fabray." Santana teases, but it is ignored as Quinn keeps staring at Rachel's ass.

Now completely off the pool Rachel walks toward the brunette with a smile on her face.

"Don't even think about it."

"What? Just want to kiss you. I missed you this week. Come here."

She places each of her hands on both arms of the chair and leans down to kiss the Latina who is doing her best to avoid it.

"Stop! You're making me wet."

"Wow!" Brittany shouts playfully. "I thought I was the only one to make you wet. Baby!" She reprimands in faux seriousness as Quinn laughs hard in the pool.

"Guys! Pizza! They've been just delivered." Jenny shouts as she gets out of the house. "Wow! What happened here? Guess you get to see Rachel naked after all Santana…"

"Haha." Santana rolls her eyes.

"What is she talking about?" Rachel questions them smirking.

"Nothing." Santana states. "Move." She demands pushing the other brunette.

"There's your favorite Rachel." Jenny informs the singer as she puts the pizzas on the table.

"Mmm." Rachel licks her lips. "I love you." She kisses jenny's cheek. "I'm starving."

She takes a piece and devours it with gusto, drinking her beer as well.

"Hey B, come in." Quinn calls her friend as she takes her shirt off.

The blue eyed girl grimaces slightly. "I'm tired Q. The tour is killing me."

Brittany is still on tour with Rihanna but she is in town as she has a couple of days off.

"Yeah. She needs to save her energies for later." Santana informs putting her hand on her girlfriend's thigh and squeezing it slightly.

"Please?" Quinn pleads her again.

"Okay…" She stands up. "And baby, I have lots of energy to fuck you tonight, don't worry."

"Wanky." Santana says smiling and in love. But her smile disappears as Brittany starts striping in front of her. "Fuck me." She says under her breath.

"Fuck meee. How can you do that so well?" Rachel says marveling at Brittany's strip tease abilities and well, her body too.

"Fuck off Berry."

"Just saying." She gets back to her pizza as Brittany in a very fast movement takes her girlfriend on her arms and runs toward the pool.

"B!" Santana screams, but it's too late. They both dive into the water.

"So?" Rachel turns to Jenny.

"Alright." The actress raises her hands. "I'm going. Could you guys please?" She does a circular movement with her index finger.

"What? Just because we're lesbians it doesn't mean we're going to ogle you or anything." Santana says petulantly and Jenny starts undressing.

"Although that's exactly what we're going to do cause you're super hot." Brittany says matter of fact.

"Britt!" Santana reprimands her though she has a smile on her face.

Jenny rolls her eyes and strips faster, and then she gets in the pool.

Moments later they are playing like teenagers.

A battle.

Santana on Brittany's shoulders and Rachel on Quinn's.

"No hair guys. Keep it classy." Jenny warns once again.

"Take it!" Santana yells as she takes Rachel down. "That's how we do in Lima heights bitch!"

"Quinn!" Rachel complains irritated.

"What? It wasn't my fault…"

"Okay, one more time." Rachel demands as she returns to Quinn's shoulder.

In the end of the night they are exhausted.

She wakes up spooning her girlfriend, the sun light filling the room and illuminating Rachel beautiful face. She kisses the brunette tenderly on the head and stands up. After her trip to the bathroom she heads toward the kitchen.

Not long after and she is back.

"Morning beautiful."

Quinn says in a low tone, sitting on her side of the bed.

"Morning." Rachel replies smiling happily.

"Made us breakfast."

"I'm seeing." Rachel looks at the breakfast tray.

"What are your plans for today?" The blonde asks as they start eating.

"Fuck you all day." Rachel smirks.

"That's a good plan. I'm going to check my agenda."

"Dumbass." She narrows her eyes at Quinn.

They keep eating, enjoying each other's company and sometimes feeding each other.

"You have yet to tell me what exactly happened yesterday." Quinn says as she finishes her juice.

"Later love." Rachel sighs. "I'm serious about my previous statement. I'm free today and I'll take advantage of that fact quite a lot."

Quinn laughs, taking the tray and placing it on the night stand.

"What?"

"I love how sometimes you sound like teenage Rachel."

"I'm horny and I want you to fuck me. Does that sound like teenage Rachel?"

"The one in teenage Quinn's dreams, yes." She nibbles her bottom lip seductively.

"Fuck…"

Rachel moans and jumps into her girlfriend's arms kissing her greedily.

"Hold on a second." She pulls away, "I have to pee." She states, though she still has her lips on Quinn's.

"Okay." Quinn nods and Rachel finally gets out of the bed. "Can we use it now?"

Rachel turns around and smirks.

"Yes."

"Okay." Quinn stands up eagerly and goes toward her closet.

When Rachel exits the bathroom the box and the blonde are already in bed waiting for her.

Rachel stops and stares at her girlfriend.

"What's wrong?"

"You want to do it so much don't you?"

Quinn nods her head eyes shining in excitement.

"What are you waiting for?" She says as she takes her nighty off and walks just in her panties toward the bed.

"Right…" Quinn gulps and opens the box. She takes off her clothes quickly.

Lying on the bed Rachel watches as the blonde slips the straps around her hips and buckles them in place.

With their eyes locked onto each other, Quinn crawls up hovering Rachel's body. She presses their lips together sucking hard on the brunettes tongue. They open their mouths wide and lick each other's tongue all over top and bottom, kissing ferociously.

Quinn holds the waistband of Rachel's panties and slides it down, raking the long toned legs with her eyes. When it's totally off she holds on her hand tenderly to then toss it away. She opens Rachel's legs widely and positions herself between them.

She leans down and sucks her girlfriend's breast.

"Mmm." Rachel moans in approval as Quinn licks the valley between her breasts and goes down toward her belly. The blonde doesn't stop until she reaches her target. "Oh fuck!" Rachel lets out a scream when Quinn sucks her clit.

Quinn slides her fingers on Rachel's folders and into her core, checking the wetness in there. She then sticks her tongue inside Rachel's sex and moans.

"Fucking good..."

"Baby…" Rachel whines as she holds blonde hair.

Quinn pulls away and gets back up pressing their lips together. She positions the dildo in Rachel's entrance and looks down, getting even more aroused just with the mere thought of what she is about to do.

"Just fucking do it." Rachel pleads.

She slides the entire length deep inside.

"Fuck!"

They say in unison.

Quinn starts slowly; fucking Rachel in and out with deep strokes. She puts one of her hands around Rachel's neck and one on the brunette's hips, pulling her back onto the strap-on cock.

"Oh… yesss…oh… can't believe we took this long to do it."

Rachel says between moans. She wraps her legs around Quinn's gorgeous ass, urging her to go faster, deeper, wanting the blonde to pound her. Rachel's hand goes to her girlfriend's breasts and pulls her closer so she can reach to suck the blonde stiff nipples as she fucks Rachel.

"Oh yess!" Quinn screams as Rachel bites her.

"Fuck me baby. Fuck me!"

Quinn is thrusting in and out of Rachel as she is screaming in earnest now, with her hand twisting the sheets, she is screaming for Quinn to fuck her harder.

The blonde places her hands on each of Rachel's side and props herself up, shoving it in all the way. She stays there for a minute, moving it around inside the brunette, before she pulls it out and pushes it all the way back in.

"Oh yeah! Mmm… baby, oh oh… oh fuck…" Rachel feels the orgasm building within the very pit of her.

"Oh Rachel you're so good… oh yesss… oh fuck…" Quinn moans in pleasure as the harness is hitting her clit with every thrust into her girlfriend, and she is close to go over the edge herself.

"Fuck me baby. Fuck me like only you can do."

And just then Rachel has a clarification. Quinn is the one - not that she didn't know it already- and no one never made her feel like this. She is so fucking gay for Fabray. She thinks as she sees her girlfriend gripping her leg behind the knee and pulling it up around her hip to start driving deeper and harder into Rachel.

"Ooooh… fuck yes…" She cries out. "Baby?"

"Yeah." Quinn asks, never stopping her motions, sweaty forehead.

"I love you."

"I love you too." The blonde smiles as she slow down a little. "And I'm going to make you come so hard."

"Do it. Make me come… Oh fuck…"

Pushing it in hard and fast, their hips slamming into each other on each thrust she feels the back of the dildo ramming into her clit. Rachel can feel her pussy burning with desire as it was constantly filled by Quinn.

"Oh yeah. Fuck Rachel… are you close? I'm so…"

"Yes. So close… fuck yesss… Quinn!" Rachel screams as she starts to tremble uncontrollably.

"Oh Rachel…" Quinn keeps thrusting it in as she goes over the edge as well.

She tumbles down; her head tucked on Rachel's neck.

"Oh God…" Rachel says her breathing erratic. "You're really good at that."

"Practice…"

Rachel beats her girlfriend's shoulder as Quinn giggles happily.

"Ouch."

Smiling from ear to ear Rachel wraps her arms around Quinn, kissing the blonde's head tenderly.

"I'll send a note to Alex thanking her then."

Quinn bursts out in laugh.

"Silly." She props herself on her elbows, kissing Rachel sensuously. "Do you want to know a secret?"

"Mm?"

"Nobody has ever done it to me."

"You mean…" They look down at the same time and Rachel smiles mischievously. "Well, I always thought Alex was stupid."

They might not have had the time to explore it, but the box Santana gave to them picked their curiosity. They talked about their preferences and their previous experiences. Quinn mentioned that she enjoyed strap on sex very much. She had a relationship before, what Rachel has never had. Not with a girl.

"She was not…" Quinn bites Rachel's bottom lip.

"Yes she was." Rachel states childlike. But then she smiles and presses her mouth on the blonde's ear. "I on the other hand have full intention to fuck your brains out Fabray."

"Maybe later. As I recall. You said you wanted me to fuck you all day."

She presses their lips together and pulls away quickly.

"Before though, legs open I want to taste my woman."

"Oh fuck yes…" Rachel moans doing as she was told.

The day is just beginning.

Next: Some paparazzi photos…

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