A/N - Hi everyone!

Chapter 26 - Being Famous is Bad for Your Relationship

The second New Directions concert was just as crowded and wild as the first one had been. The band had a blast and the energy was through the roof.

When the concert ended, the band did a small meet-and-greet with their fans.

"I hope you enjoyed the show," Rachel said to the next fan in line.

"I-I… I uh… Yeah-Yes," the blonde teenager stammered out, about ready to fall over knowing she was actually talking to the singing goddess.

Rachel grinned at her nervousness.

The members of New Directions were sitting behind a long table in one of Madison Square Garden's large conference rooms, signing autographs and taking pictures with fans. The line was long, but Rachel was in such a great mood, she didn't care if she was there all night.

"Would you like an autograph or a picture?" Rachel coaxed the stumbling girl.

The teenager's eyes grew wide. "Yeah… Yeah, that would be… be great!"

Rachel giggled and stood up, walked around the table and off to the side, motioning for the girl to follow her. Rachel stood in front of the band's backdrop, pulling the girl over to her. And as if she was in a dream, the teenager stood next to the famous singer and smiled as the photographer snapped their picture. He quickly printed it out then handed it to the girl.

"Wow!" she whispered, "Thank you, Rachel."

"It's no problem. Would you like me to sign it?" Rachel asked, holding her hand out.

The blonde nodded. "Yes please."

"What's your name?" she asked, taking the photo and pulling out her marker.

"L-Lucy."

A big grin covered the diva's face. "Really? That's awesome! My girlfriend's first name is Lucy."

The fan's eyes grew large again. "Seriously? Wow. I-I didn't know you had a girlfriend," she said with a touch of disappointment in her voice, but overall excitement.

"Yep. It's a beautiful name," Rachel told her as she wrote on the photo.

'To Lucy, Keep smiling and reaching for your dreams! With a beautiful name like yours, the sky's the limit! xoxo Rachel Berry*'

Lucy took the picture from the singer and just gazed down at it in awe. "Rachel, before I leave… can I… can I have a hug?" she asked nervously.

Rachel grinned. "Of course, Lucy!" She wrapped her arms around the teenager and whispered in her ear, "You're going to do great things with your life. Always remember that." She pulled back and gave her a wink.

Lucy left with the biggest grin on her face.

Rachel went and sat back down in her chair behind the table with the rest of New Directions.

"Looks like you captured another heart," Blaine told her as he watched the dazed blonde teenager walk away.

Rachel laughed. "She's a sweet kid."

For the next hour, the group had a great time meeting and talking with fans.

Rachel took a break and headed over to the catering table on the side of the room to grab another beer.

"Hi, sexy."

Rachel turned around at the husky voice and saw a gorgeous brunette with long wavy hair, she was tall and looked like a model. Her eyes were a light blue and her lips were pouty. She wore… actually, she wore very little clothing. A short short mini skirt that Rachel could see the purple lace of her panties and a small tube top. Her breasts barely being constrained.

"Well… hello to you too," Rachel said. "Do you want something to drink?" She swept her arm over the heavily stocked table.

The brunette licked her lips slowly, then shook her head. "No… Not yet. First I want your autograph."

Rachel perked up. "Okay. No problem." She pulled her black marker out of her pocket. "What would you like me to sign?"

Then before the singer could even blink, the model pulled her tube top down, exposing her very very nice breasts. Her large and perky breasts. Rachel swallowed hard and bit her bottom lip.

Think about Quinn. Think about Quinn, the singer kept chanting in her mind. It's just a pair of breasts. You seen thousands of them before… but, wow those are really nice breasts.

The brunette smirked as she watched the singer ogle her assets. "You can touch them," she husked into Rachel's ear as she stepped into her personal space. "I don't bite."

Rachel closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She uncapped the marker and signed her name on the peak of the woman's left breast, then took a much-needed step back. "There… There you go," she managed to get out as she quickly turned away and hurried back to the table with her friends.

"Wow, JewBabe," Puck leaned over and said with a smirk. "You still have the ladies pulling off their shirts for you, don't you?"

"Shut up, Noah," Rachel told him, then gratefully went back to signing autographs and talking to the fans.

For the next hour, Rachel had been walking around and talking to everyone instead of staying behind the table. She liked the freedom and closeness she could have with the fans that way as she moved from group to group. Besides, her hand was getting sore. She swore she had never signed that many autographs before. And Miss Model wasn't the only fan to want Rachel to sign her breasts. She even signed inside a couple thighs, on a hip, on several butt cheeks, and one… in a very private place, where she hoped Quinn wasn't in the room when she did it.

Unfortunately Rachel wasn't that lucky.

Quinn was getting bored waiting for the band to finish the meet-and-greet. She should have had Matt escort her back to the hotel, but she decided to just stay and wait. She ate some food and drank more alcohol than she should have. Tina stopped and talked with her for a while before Quinn excused herself to go to the ladies room.

When Quinn stepped back into the conference room, she was met with the site of her girlfriend kneeling on the floor, her face inches away from another woman's bare pussy. The woman had her legs spread apart, her skirt hiked up around her waist. Pure lust could be seen in the dark haired woman's eyes as she looked down at Rachel as the singer signed her name to the woman's nether lips, where she planned on having a tattoo artist trace the signature so she would forever be marked by Rachel Berry, the sexiest person in the world.

All Quinn saw was her girlfriend enjoying the body of another woman. And the jealousy soared.

As soon as the happy dark haired recipient of said autograph turned away from the diva to head over to Puck, Rachel looked across the crowded room and her eyes fell on her very livid girlfriend.

Shit. Rachel watched Quinn turn and stomp out of the room. The singer quickly excused herself from the fans standing around her and began to hurry after her girlfriend. She saw her go into one of the other dressing rooms and followed. As soon as the door was closed behind them, Quinn paced the floor, raking her hands through her short hair and making a frustrated sound that sounded like a growl.

Quinn couldn't believe what she had just seen Rachel do. Tears were streaming down her face. She jumped out of her skin when she heard Rachel's voice behind her.

"Quinn, let me-" her words caught in her throat when she saw the devastated look in her lover's hazel eyes. "Please, let me expl-" She gasped when Quinn shove her against the door.

Quinn was furious. She hadn't fully understood what the behind the scenes life was like for rock and roll artists and their crazy fans. She never really took into consideration how physically close and personal those fans got to Rachel.

She saw the large brown eyes, begging her to understand. But Quinn's insecurities, mixed with a fair share of alcohol, caused her anger to bubble to the surface.

"I know you're angry at me," Rachel stated softly, it wasn't a question.

Quinn looked at the brunette, her glare hard. "I'm not mad at you, Rachel," she sighed, but it still had a distinct growl to it.

Rachel didn't believe her for one second. "Well, you sure as hell sound and look mad."

"Okay, fine… I'm pissed! I'm mad at those… those sluts," she spit out, pointing toward the door. "They keep flirting with you and touching you. It just…" she couldn't even finish her sentence she was so upset. "For both concerts, they have been all over you! And I hate it!"

Rachel took a step forward and tried to wrap her girlfriend in her arms, but Quinn pushed her away.

"And do you know the kicker, Rachel?" she asked, her eyes growing cold. She continued without even letting Rachel answer, "You encourage it! You smile at them, you laugh with them… hell, you even sign every body part imaginable!"

Rachel could see Quinn's point, but the blonde didn't know the music business, how it is to have fans. "You don't understand, Quinn. That is part of my job!" she shot back. She knew she should just shut up and grovel to her girlfriend, but… she was Rachel Berry and she was stubborn. "It's my job to make the fans happy!"

Quinn scoffed, rolling her eyes. "And that's how you're supposed to make them happy? By flirting with them, and touching them. Making their fantasies come true?"

Rachel's defenses were building quickly and she felt she had to defend her profession. "They got me to where I am today, Quinn! I am nothing without them!" she yelled, her eyes showing her frustration.

Silence grew heavy in the room and everything stood still for several moments.

"You're nothing without them?" Quinn mocked the singer. "Your entire happiness depends on them and only them?"

The singer rubbed her temples, trying to sooth the pending headache. "That's not what I meant, Quinn, and you know it. You and Jax-"

"Don't you dare say his name!" the blonde roared, her finger pointing in the singer's face. "This is exactly why I didn't want you in his life, Rachel! I knew you would hurt him. Hurt us!"

Rachel's head began to pound and she let out a long breath. "Quinn, you and I are both very tired. It's been a long week. Can we… Can we talk about this tomorrow, please?"

"Why? Why can't we talk about it right now, Rachel?! With all that whispering you were doing with those women, do you have plans to meet them somewhere? Are you planning on fucking them?!"

The singer's mouth hung open. "What the hell, Quinn! Where is this all coming from? And why would you even think that?! You are my girlfriend! I love you! You are everything I need!"

Quinn knew she was being unreasonable. She knew she was blowing the whole thing out of proportion. She was 100% jealous and intimidated by all Rachel's fans. But with too much alcohol fueling her emotions, she just couldn't stop her mouth from word-vomiting at her girlfriend. "Like you said, Rachel, you are 'nothing without them'. So why don't you just go and be with them? Go have sex, do some drugs. Isn't that what rock and roll is all about? Isn't that the life you chose?"

Rachel stood dumbfounded, staring at the love of her life. "What are you saying, Quinn?" she murmured, dread pooling in her stomach.

"I'm saying… I'm saying, go and be with your fans, Rachel," Quinn told her, giving up the dream she had of a life with Rachel. She knew she wasn't enough for the singer to be happy in the long run. "They need you and you need them. So go and be happy. Just… Good-bye, Rachel." And then she turned and walked out.

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A/N - Ooohhhh… Rachel's in trouble!