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Chapter 44 - Routines

It was a familiar scene for Quinn and Shelby, but to Rachel it was the most… disturbing experience she ever had in her entire life.

The singer was in disgusted shock as she sat on a chair in the examination room, watching her own mother pull off a pair of plastic gloves after she had just stuck her hands on - and in - Quinn's body, places Rachel didn't even want to envision her mother ever touching.

Rachel sat in stunned silence, shifting around in her chair uncomfortably.

For the last few days, Quinn had been reminding the brunette about their first doctor appointment for the baby was going to be on Friday. Rachel was ecstatic! She would actually get to be with Quinn during this pregnancy and experience it all for the first time. So she was excited that morning as she and Quinn left Jaxon in Brittany's capable hands and drove over to Shelby's office.

Rachel could see how thrilled her mother was about having another grandchild and she had to laugh at the older woman's giddiness when they had first arrived.

The doctor took Quinn's vitals and weight, entering all the information into the computer. She gave the blonde a paper gown and left the exam room, telling the couple she would be back in a few minutes.

Rachel sat on the chair, watching in confusion as Quinn began taking all her clothes off. "Um, Quinn? What are you doing, baby? My mom will be back in a couple minutes, there isn't enough time for a quickie," she whispered, glancing over toward the door.

Setting her shirt on the chair next to her girlfriend, Quinn arched her eyebrow as she looked at Rachel like the brunette was mental. "She has to examine me, Rachel, to make sure I'm healthy and the baby is okay."

Rachel nodded in understanding. "I get that. But why do you have to take off all your clothes? I thought they just used that wand thing on your stomach."

Pulling her pants off, Quinn chuckled, reminding herself that Rachel was new to this whole process. And not just the pregnancy side, but since Rachel didn't even have a vagina, she was new to the female medical exam experience. This was definitely going to be an… interesting next few minutes.

Quinn climbed up on the exam table, only wearing the flimsy paper gown. She opened her mouth to explain the situation to her girlfriend, but just then there was a knock on the door and Shelby popped her head in.

"Are you ready?" she asked the pregnant blonde.

Quinn nodded.

The doctor walked into the room and sat down on the stool. She assembled the stirrups and made sure they were ready, then pulled on a pair of plastic surgical gloves.

Rachel looked wide-eyed from her mother to Quinn, then back to her mother. "What are you doing, Mom?"

Shelby scrunched her eyebrows, looking at her daughter in confusion. "I need to exam Quinn to make sure everything's fine." At Rachel's still questioning eyes, she added, "I need to collect some samples from inside Quinn to test. Come on, Rachel, don't tell me you don't know any of this."

"Mom, I have a penis! Why the hell would I know any of this?!" Rachel exclaimed. "I don't know what happens during a girl exam!"

So, much to Rachel's horror, her mother explained everything she was doing and why as she went through the exam. Rachel just sat and listened, thanking the gods that she was born with a penis.

When the doctor was finished, she removed her gloves and washed her hands while Quinn sat up on the exam table. "I'll get these samples to the lab and let you know once we have the results, but I know everything is fine. You're healthy and young, and your pregnancy with Jaxon went smoothly. There shouldn't be anything to worry about." She smiled at Quinn and Rachel before leaving.

Once the doctor was gone, Quinn slipped back into her clothes. Rachel stood up from her chair, frowning down at her phone.

"What's wrong?" Quinn asked, slipping her hand in Rachel's.

"Nothing really," Rachel responded. She shoved her phone back into the pocket of her black jeans and looked over at Quinn. "My meeting for this afternoon was cancelled – so I have the rest of the day free." Quinn's eyes lit up, and Rachel smiled. "Come on," she said, pulling her girlfriend toward the door. "Let's go to lunch before we head back home."

After lunch they stopped by a bookstore and Rachel bought every pregnancy book she could find. She had been doing all she could to be prepared for what was to come with the baby. She was so excited, but nervous at the unknown. Quinn cautioned her girlfriend to make sure she still spent a good amount of time with Jaxon, so the little boy didn't feel like he was being overlooked by the baby who wasn't even born yet.

Rachel started taking Jaxon with her down to the studio a couple times a week. It depended on whether or not Rachel was producing another artist's album that day or just doing random tasks for New Directions. And Jaxon loved going with his mom. Especially some everyone down at the studio treated him like a rockstar, which he absolutely loved.

As each day passed, Quinn noticed the small changes in her body. Her breasts were more tender and she could tell they were getting a little bigger - Rachel, being a 'hands on' partner, insisted on personally checking them every single day. Which led to Quinn's giggles, a chase around the bedroom, and a long lovemaking session.

Quinn's back hurt at times and her sense of smell had multiplied. She felt like she could smell things from miles away if the wind was blowing just right. She shared each and every one of these symptoms with Rachel, and the singer would get so excited with every detail, wanting to know more.

Quinn spent some time with Shelby. It was really nice to have the older brunette as a mother figure, since her own mother was completely out of her life.

Shelby enjoyed hearing about how Rachel was handling the pregnancy and would laugh at all the crazy things her daughter was doing, but was so thankful Rachel was in Quinn's life for this pregnancy.

"I still don't understand why she insists on watching me throw up," Quinn told Shelby as the two women sat on the couch in the older brunette's living room drinking freshly squeezed lemonade and eating strawberry cheesecake, Quinn's absolute favorite. "Plus she wants to hire a bodyguard who has medical training to follow me around all the time!"

"She can be rather overprotective, can't she?" Shelby laughed, setting her empty plate on the coffee table. "I'm just surprised she doesn't make you stay in bed all the time so nothing could happen to you."

Quinn scoffed, "Actually, she already tried that one. But she's quickly finding a whole new level to my independence. I've never been one to take orders."

"How is Jaxon handling everything with the baby?"

The blonde giggled as she thought of her son. "He is the cutest. Every morning he nuzzles my stomach and then blows a raspberry on it. Followed by mumbling words against my stomach that are too quiet for me to hear."

"He's probably reverting back to what he remembers as 'baby talk'. A lot of young older siblings do that to communicate with the unborn baby." Quinn looked at her skeptically. "I'm serious," Shelby told her. "It's actually really common - and a very good thing. It helps the older sibling feel closer to the baby and a part of the pregnancy."

"I thought he got it from Rachel since she's always rubbing my stomach and talking to the baby," Quinn laughed.

Shelby chuckled. "I'm sure that's probably part of it too. That little boy idolizes his mom."

Quinn saw the evidence of that statement when she arrived back home to experience a deja vu moment of Jaxon running around naked, with Rachel, just as naked, chasing after him.

The blonde caught the little boy in her arms and lifted him up, smiling at his toothy grin. "What are you two doing?" she asked, looking between the two brunettes.

Jaxon pointed at Rachel, "Mom 'Chel monster!" he exclaimed, his brown eyes wide.

"And I almost got you too!" Rachel told him, tickling his sides and grinning when he erupted into squeals. "Now it's time for your bath."

"Bath!" he cried, bouncing in Quinn's arms.

Quinn watched with a warm smile as Rachel took their son upstairs for his bath. It still amazed her at how happy she was.

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Saturday mornings at the Berry estate began to fall into a sort of rhythm. Quinn would always wake up at 7am sharp to go on her morning walk. Brittany would come over to the main house and start fixing everyone breakfast. Quinn had told her friend several times that she didn't need to cook for them, but the dancer would just smile and tell her that she loved to cook and since she had been away on tour for so long, she missed all the time she used to spend with Jaxon and wanted to make up for it.

Jaxon usually came downstairs around the same time that Quinn got back from her walk. He would be carrying his blanket over his shoulder, rubbing his tired eyes with one hand while sucking on his thumb. And every Saturday he was welcomed by an enthusiastic Brittany, who would cook the little boy all his favorite breakfast foods.

However Rachel and Santana were a different story.

Firstly, it was no secret that Rachel loved her sleep. There was only one thing that could wake the diva up before 9am on Saturday morning - Quinn giving her sexy times.

But Santana was far worse.

She usually worked late at the strip club on weekends and everyone learned not to wake the Latina up… unless you needed to go to the hospital and she was the only possible ride.

Even Brittany offering her sexy times wouldn't work most of the time.

That was how their typical Saturdays worked, it was routine, it was expected.

Which was exactly why the sight of the Latina storming out the front door of her and Brittany's house at 9am in only her pajamas had the four people at the kitchen table bewildered as they stared at her through the window.

They all watched as Santana ran around the backyard, waving her arms above her head furiously. They could hear faint shouts filled with expletives as the Latina stopped at the foot of one of the trees, shaking her fists up at the branches.

Rachel and Quinn both looked over at Brittany with their eyebrows raised in question. Brittany shrugged her shoulder, then turned back to watch her girlfriend continue yelling at the tree in Spanish.

"Mama?" Jaxon asked after taking a drink from his cup of chocolate milk.

"Yes, honey?" Quinn asked, turning to her son.

The little boy's eyes were doe-like and innocent as he asked, "Why Tana crazy?"

Orange juice came out of Rachel's nose as she fell into a fit of giggles.

Quinn bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing as she answered her son, "Um, Jax… I'm not sure, honey."

They all looked back through the window. The Latina's hair - which had once been piled in a messy bun, was spilling in tangled spirals around her face. Her bare feet were swallowed up in her too-long pajama bottoms, and her tank top looked as if it had been thrown on in a hurry. Quinn was just glad her best friend had clothes on at all; knowing she and Brittany always slept naked.

Rachel scrunched her eyes to see better, and was surprised to find that the Latina was waving a curling iron furiously at the large tree.

Rachel, Quinn and Jaxon watched as Brittany calmly stood up from the table and made her way to the back door.

Once the door was shut behind her, Brittany slowly made her way towards the tree, careful not to startle her apparently very angry girlfriend.

"San?" she called out softly, hoping to diffuse the situation.

But Santana seemed to not hear her over the steady stream of expletives tumbling out of her own mouth.

Brittany reached out and placed a soft hand on her girlfriend's shoulder. "Santana?" She quickly ducked out of the way as the brunette swung around.

"Fucking punk-ass little bitch!" the Latina screamed.

"Hey now, you're not supposed to call me that unless we're in the bedroom," Brittany joked, trying to lighten the situation.

"Not you! That piece of shit up there!" She turned back to the tree, curling iron shaking at it once again.

"The… tree? What did it do to you this time, San? Because you know it already apologized to you for giving you a splinter on your ass when I fucked you against it."

"No! Not the tree! That stupid son of a bitch squirrel that won't shut the fuck up!" she exclaimed, pointing up toward the branches.

"Squirrel?"

"Or chipmunk, or whatever the fuck it is! How am I supposed to know, I'm not a damn Disney princess! I don't have forrest animals that follow me around and do my hair! I'm just trying to sleep and this asshole won't shut up!"

Brittany shielded her eyes from the glare of the early morning sun as she looked up into the branches.

Sure enough, there it was, a tiny little squirrel gnawing on an acorn; and if she listened closely, she could hear a faint chittering noise.

"Oh! He's so cute, San!" she exclaimed, a huge smile on her face. "Maybe we could keep him!"

Santana looked at her girlfriend like she was insane. "No way, Britt! He's the devil! He won't shut the hell up so I can sleep!"

Brittany looked back to her lover and saw the exhausted anger on her face and knew now was not the time to suggest a pet, no matter how cute he was. "Come on, San," she said softly as she took her girlfriend's hand. "Let's go inside. I'll fix you pancakes, and then we can take a shower and have some sexy times. Afterwards, we can snuggle and take a nap together."

"How am I supposed to nap with this fucker out here singing the song of its people?!" Santana growled out through gritted teeth.

"We can turn on some music and you won't even know it's out here, I promise. Now come on," she said, tugging on her hand.

Santana sent one more threatening glare toward the rodent, then followed her girlfriend into Quinn and Rachel's house. "Can I at least have some chocolate chip pancakes," she asked with a very uncharacteristic pout.

Brittany giggled then kissed her on the nose. "Of course, baby. Just for you."

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"Whatcha up to, Rach?" Brittany asked as she plopped down in the living room and peered over at the singer on the other couch.

"Hey, Britt, just… jotting down ideas," Rachel muttered as she stared down at the well-worn notebook in her hands. She was deep in thought as she tapped out a beat with the pen in her hand.

"Ideas about music?" the blonde queried.

"Yeah…" Rachel let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm writing a couple songs for the new artist who just signed with my label. She has an excellent vocal range and her style is a lot like Celine Dion, so I'm working on something special for her first album. But I seem to be lacking in inspiration."

The dancer grinned. "If there's one thing I'm good at, besides going down on Santana, is inspiration."

Rachel just stared at the blonde, then shook the gross visual of her friends having sex out of her head. It was quite a disturbing image. "Thanks, Britt, but I think I'm going to head down to the studio. I've learned over the years that when I constantly think about writing a particular song, it only causes me stress and most likely won't lead to anything."

It was a lesson the singer had learned early on in her career. In order to write a great song, she had to just relax and let her mind loose, not think about forcing the lyrics out. That way she didn't overanalyze every single word, making it sound mechanical. She relaxed and the song would pour out naturally. Being a musician was probably one of the most rewarding things anyone could ever do.

And writing…

The entire writing process – especially the beginning of it - was just so satisfying to Rachel. Sitting around and playing the instruments to create her own music had always been amazing. It was a high like nothing she'd ever experienced.

She invited Quinn and Jaxon along to go with her to the studio, which they happily agreed to.

As they stepped out of the car at the studio, Quinn took hold of Jaxon's hand and they walked with Rachel toward the tall building. The singer glanced down at her phone then typed out a quick text message. She reached over and took Quinn's hand, giving her girlfriend a peck on the cheek.

"So who are you working with today?" Quinn asked.

"Her name is River," Rachel answered. "One of my contacts at Sony endorsed her quite heavily, but thought I would be able to help her more than him since her vocal range and style are closer to my specialty than his."

"Have you listened to her?"

Rachel nodded, opening the glass front door for Quinn and Jaxon. "She's got potential, but she's awfully young."

Entering the lobby, the singer seemed to brighten, greeting each of the staff by name. Inside the elevator, Jaxon insisted on pressing the button for the top floor.

Jake and Sam were in the rehearsal room jamming out, so they happily invited Jaxon to come play with them while Quinn and Rachel went to the recording booth.

Rachel's two assistants informed her that River hadn't arrived yet.

Rachel looked down at her watch and groaned; being late to appointments was one of her biggest pet peeves. So far River was not making a very good first impression.

Fifteen minutes later, the studio door swung opened and a young man with frosted tips sauntered in, buttoning the jacket of his dark shiny suit. He looked stuck up and too new for a seasoned music executive. He nudged a pair of square-framed, yellow-tinted glasses higher up his nose as he cast a glance around the studio. His eyes took in Rachel and Quinn and he opened his mouth to say something when he was shoved to the side.

River stormed passed him and came to a stop in front of Rachel, a distraught look on her face.

"I'm so sorry we're late," she babbled, brushing her long auburn hair over her shoulder. "I really wanted to be early, but someone…" she shot a dirty look at the guy in the bad suit, "tried to tell me that being fashionably late was an acceptable thing."

"It's not," Rachel stated plainly, sending a scathing look toward the man, who just stood in the corner typing away on his phone and ignoring everyone around him. The producer rolled her eyes then turned back to the young singer.

Quinn watched the interaction with interest. One thing she hated about the entertainment industry were the people who thought they were mightier than everyone else, and expected to always have their ass kissed. This douche bag in the corner definitely fell under that category.

She turned her attention to River. She was young, probably no older than nineteen. She was cute and looked like the typical girl-next-door. Her shiny auburn hair contrasted nicely with her bright blue eyes and pale skin.

Rachel smiled at the girl, holding her hand out. "It's nice to meet you in person, River."

River took the producer's hand, shaking it eagerly. "It's really great to meet you too, Rachel." She blushed. "At the risk of sounding totally nerdy, I'm such a huge fan. I was so excited when Mr. Garner said I'd be working with you."

"Well, he gave you a glowing recommendation. But first things first - never be late again. My time is valuable and I only work with those who respect that. You respect my time, and I'll respect yours. Okay?"

River nodded, looking sufficiently chastised. "I apologize, Rachel. It won't happen again, I promise."

Rachel smiled. "Good. Now, are you ready to get started?"

River nodded excitedly.

The producer introduced the girl to Quinn, and River's eyes brightened even more, telling the blonde how much she loved seeing her in pictures with Rachel, and asked about Jaxon. Quinn smiled at the girl, knowing she would be a good artist for Rachel.

Rachel led River over to a computer next to the mixing console, showing her the first track they would be recording. She handed her the lyrics sheet and went over it, pointing out certain places she wanted the young singer to focus on.

As they started recording the track, it was clear to everyone exactly what role Rachel played in the overall process. Every decision was deferred to her, giving the producer the final say in everything. Quinn was impressed with Rachel's assistants. They moved almost mechanically as a unit, rotating around each other, knowing when Rachel wanted something tweaked or changed.

Quinn watched Rachel as she worked with River. She could tell from the brunette's posture that Rachel took pride in her abilities to create musical magic. And River was making it easier by being a good student and learning from Rachel's experiences. The blonde was impressed by how good a teacher her girlfriend was; Rachel would thoroughly explain to River how to do something and the why. She made everything very clear and easy to understand. And it worked! Quinn grinned as she witnessed River's soaring, soulful voice grow even better from Rachel's coaching.

As soon as the last note faded from the playback, Rachel let the tape keep rolling before shutting it off. She leaned back in her chair, analyzing the vocals they just recorded.

Still standing in the recording booth, River bit her lip nervously as she watched Rachel. "How was that? Is something wrong?"

Rachel pushed the intercom button. "No, that was good. But… it's missing something." She listened to the playback again, brow furrowed in concentration. "Do me a favor. When you reach for that high note, instead of just going for it and holding it continuously, try staggering a bit."

River tilted her head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Rachel demonstrated. "Instead of…" She sang the last few words, her voice going straight for the high note and holding it. "Go higher with each beat…" She then sang the last word on an ascending scale.

River bit her lip. "I don't know," she admitted skeptically. "Are you sure that will sound better?"

Quinn's eyes widened in surprise. Did that young girl just question the advice of a multi-platinum Grammy winner?

But Rachel only smirked. "How about you trust me on this one?"

River nodded as the playback rolled again. She sang through the chorus, reaching for the note on the last word like Rachel had showed her, letting her voice resonate strongly through the microphone.

"Excellent!" Rachel cut the tape. "Let's hear what we've got."

She replayed the recording, layering the track on top of River's vocals. Rachel merely leaned back in her chair, a satisfied grin on her face.

As River listened to her voice, lending the vocal drama to complement the building drama in the beat, her eyes widened at the end result. Rachel was right. It did sound better.

"I don't like it."

Rachel and Quinn turned around at the sound of the voice. Their eyes fell on the wannabe executive guy.

"Excuse me?" Rachel asked, her eyebrow raised.

The man stood up straighter, trying to show his superiority. "I said, I don't like it."

"And why not?"

"It sounds too… extravagant," was the only thing he could come up with.

Rachel scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Well, nameless man," she jeered, "When you have multiple Grammys under your belt, feel free to give me advice. Until then, shut the hell up."

The man colored brightly before nudging his tinted glasses higher up his nose. He looked like he was mustering up the courage for a comeback, but Rachel merely leveled a piercing stare his way, and he deflated, complying with her scathing demand. Retreating back to a corner of the studio, he hunkered down, trying to look busy on his phone like he had important business to take care of.

Rachel rolled her eyes again, turning back to the mixing board with a scoff.

Quinn chuckled at her girlfriend's expression and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Rachel winked at her and pulled her into a deep kiss, moaning at the passion.

After a few moments, she sat back and refocused her attention on River. "You ready to get back to work?" she asked the young singer.

River nodded fervently. "Absolutely. Tell me what to do."

"If you do exactly what I tell you, I can promise you'll have a hit on your hands," the producer told her. "Work hard, and we'll make you a star."

Quinn watched the brunette, currently immersed in her producer persona and felt a wave of heat spike in her core. She found Rachel's confident display of arrogance completely arousing.

And thirty minutes later, after River and the douche bag left, Quinn expressed her arousal as she slammed Rachel up against the door of the brunette's office and took her over and over again. Confident and bossy Rachel Berry was sexy as hell.

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The next morning…

Sunlight filtered into the bedroom through the open curtains, warming Quinn's skin as she slid out of bed and started towards the bathroom. However, before she could move very far, Rachel slid across the sheets and reached out for her lover, catching her by the hips.

"Come back to bed," she murmured as her thumbs teased over Quinn's hipbones.

Rachel's reluctance to let her go charmed Quinn, and she laughed softly. Then she sighed in contentment when she felt the brunette's lips press against the small of her naked back.

"I have to go to work, babe," Quinn murmured, though her voice melted into a pleased moan when Rachel's lips traced the curve of her ass.

"And you can," Rachel murmured, scraping her teeth lightly against Quinn's flesh before she began to kiss the lovely expanse of skin before her once again. "Later," Rachel whispered, enjoying the shudder that ran through her lover's body before pulling the blonde down onto her lap.

Quinn moaned, feeling Rachel's evident hard-on against her lower back as the brunette's hands moved around to her front, running lightly up and down her bare thighs, "I'm going to be so late," she sighed, allowing her legs to fall open invitingly.

Rachel laughed softly at that and brushed her lips against Quinn's shoulder. Her fingers glided to Quinn's inner-thighs and began to slowly, teasingly trace higher until they were brushing over damp folds.

"Late, but very happy," Rachel promised, stroking Quinn's folds gently as she placed tender kisses across her lover's shoulders.

Quinn groaned and leaned back into Rachel, giving herself over to the talented fingers. There was no point in pretending that she cared about arriving on time to work when Rachel's fingers were slowly circling her clit, making her sex drip and blossom open, begging for her lover to explore further. There was no place that Quinn would rather be, and they both knew it.

"You feel so good, baby," Rachel groaned as she pressed her lips to Quinn's neck and sucked hard, not caring that she was leaving a mark. Quinn shifted on her lap, straining into Rachel's fondling hand. "I could touch you forever," she breathed out as she dipped a finger inside her lover, drawing a deep satisfied moan from her at the intrusion, her inner-muscles clamping down on Rachel's fingers, trying to trap her inside.

"Please," Quinn sighed, too overcome with desire to say anything else.

"More?" Rachel asked, positioning another finger at Quinn's entrance, slowly teasing her opening.

"More," Quinn whimpered, bucking her hips forward in an attempt to drive more of Rachel's fingers into her.

Rachel smirked, then smoothly pushed two more fingers inside Quinn, using her thumb to stroke the blonde's clit, which caused Quinn to cry out softly and reach desperately behind her for Rachel. Searching behind her, fingers anxiously brushing across the dark sheets until Quinn's fingers were finally able to find purchase on Rachel's ass. Her fingers dug into the firm flesh, and Rachel moaned, biting down on Quinn's shoulder as she pushed deeper inside her lover.

The ability to speak soon left Quinn, but the soft whimpers and ecstatic moans that tumbled from her spoke to Rachel as loudly and clearly as her words would have. Every arch, twitch and tremble of Quinn's body spoke to Rachel, communicating to her where to touch, when, how hard and for how long. Quinn panted on her lap, taut as a string, and Rachel expertly strummed her like a guitar, drinking in the sound of Quinn's staccato breaths until finally Rachel whispered, "I love you," into Quinn's ear and the blonde's body arched one last time in crescendo, and she flooded Rachel's fingers with her warm pleasure.

Rachel held onto Quinn tightly as her body shook with pleasure.

After several moments, Rachel carefully withdrew her fingers – Quinn shivering as she pulled out – and then she picked Quinn up and gently laid her down on the bed, placing kisses everywhere she could reach as Quinn's breathing slowly began to even out.

"I can't move," Quinn sighed as Rachel kissed her way between her breasts. "I think I may be dead."

"Is that your way of telling me I'm an angel?" Rachel teased as she made her way up to Quinn's lips and kissed her softly.

As they kissed Rachel shifted her hips slightly, positioning her erection at Quinn's opening. The feel of Rachel's warm and pulsing member sent a rush of desire through Quinn, and she moaned into her girlfriend's mouth and pressed her hips closer, arousal pounding through her again even as her body still recovered from the orgasm Rachel had just given her.

"I'm going to be so late," Quinn moaned into Rachel's mouth as her hands started to trail down the brunette's torso until she was able to grasp Rachel's ass and pull the brunette more firmly against her, causing Rachel's cock to impale her.

Rachel moaned as she slid all the way inside Quinn's body. She rotated her hips to create more friction as Quinn leaned up and brought their lips together in a hungry kiss.

With Rachel inside her, Quinn could be late for everything, forever, and she wouldn't have cared at all. As long as she had Rachel.

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