Guest: Okay, so I did change it but can I just say, Really? Sorry but how am I supposed to know from watching an episode of a television show how a character spells their name? I'm not a pop-music fan and I have no idea how Ms. Spears spells it so I went to my default spelling of the name based on how everyone I've ever known with that name spelled it.
SuperGleek18 I love the unholy trinity and I just couldn't resist. I'm looking forward to expanding this from a Faberry story to a Faberry and friends story. It should be fun. As for other Gleeks, maybe. Depends on if I can think of a way to fit them in. Any requests on who you'd like to see make an appearance.
Jaely Thank you. I had fun writing Quinn's reaction, going from mortified to laughing. Agreed. I think the Rachel/Santana characters should be played off each other more, it's such an interesting dynamic and they're good for each other.
gllover22 Thank you. I didn't think it'd be funny if Quinn didn't eventually come around to see it that way as well. And yeah, she fnally got some of hers back after having to endure Santana and Britt in high school. I'm trying to write Rachel as a bit more mature but still a good target for Santana to tease because she still gets riled. It's fun but challenging.
LaurenKnight13 It seems to be common amongst the fandom that Britt's got a good feel for people and I couldn't help but bring that in as well. I see them both as romantics but Rachel a little more so, a bit more starry-eyed and fairy-tale ending type. There will definitely be more of them hanging out as a group. And more sweet-Faberry kisses.
Linksys: :) I love Santana. She is my favourite character to write. Ever.
Guest: I know, right? It's weird. But I live in a small town and I've been coming home from the bars at that time and saw old-ladies out walking their dogs and joggers out for some excercise so I figured if it happens here, it could happen in NY. City never sleeps, right?
Chapter 11
They finished their brunch quickly but lingered over coffee and conversation. It was just after two when Santana announced that she and Brittnay needed to be going. It had been a fun, somewhat unreal morning and Quinn was still having a little trouble wrapping her mind around the events of the last few hours as she stood beside Rachel at the door as the other woman saw her (their?) friends off.
She watched in something akin to awe as Santana and Rachel hugged goodbye, their bodies sliding together with famliarity and practised ease. And she felt her eyebrows shoot up into her hairline when she witnessed Santana brush a kiss against Rachel's cheek with what could only be described as tenderness before she pulled back and draped her coat over her arm. Seeing Brittnay move in and wrap Rachel in a bear hug wasn't quite so surreal. Britt had always been much more tactile and a little less openly hostile than Santana had been but she'd had her share of mean and snarky things to say to and about Rachel back in the day.
She knew that none of this should surprise her, they'd all been friendly in the last year or so of high school and Rachel had said that she'd gotten close to Santana and Brittnay in the past few years but having not been witness to the growing friendship it was a little strange to step into it when it was now at this point.
"Sorry we have to leave early, Rach," Brittnay said as she pulled back, brushing her own kiss against Rachel's cheek.
"No problem. Have a great shoot," Rachel said as she gave Brittnay one last squeeze before letting her arms drop.
"We'll be seeing you again soon, right?" Santana's voice in her ear made Quinn jump. She'd been so focused on watching Brittnay and Rachel interact that she hadn't noticed Santana make her way around them and appear at her side.
Ignoring the latina's smirk she nodded. "I'd really like that, yeah."
"And it doesn't have to just be with Berry, you know. You wanna grab coffee, lunch or something. Gimme a call."
Quinn felt the smile tugging at the corners of her lips at the decidedly casually worded invitation, knowing that it was Santana's way of saying that she'd like for them to get together.
"We'll do lunch. Sometime this week," she said, putting it out there as definitively as she could. She had a lot of work ahead of her getting this play off the ground and she was going to be insanely busy over the next few weeks so she couldn't commit to a time or date just yet. She'd have to look at her shedule and see when she could carve out a few hours but she definitely would. She refused to let this be one of those situations where they said they'd get together and then just never get around to it. She'd made the mistake of letting Santana and Brittnay slip from her lives once and she wasn't going to make it again.
"Sounds good," Santana agreed before stepping in for a hug. Quinn fell into the other woman's arms with a soft sigh. "It was really good seeing you, Quinn," Santana said softly into her ear before giving her an extra squeeze and pulling away.
"You too, Santana." Quinn pressed a kiss to her cheek before stepping away and turning to face Brittnay, who was hovering at her elbow. Brittnay didn't say anything, just opened her arms and Quinn stepped into them.
A moment later they pulled apart and Brittnay turned, linked arms with Santana and the two of them slipped out the door. Rachel flipped the lock behind them and turned to face Quinn.
"I'm sorry they interrupted our morning," she said, closing the distance between them and looping her arms around Quinn's waist. "But, I had a good time. I'm glad we did this."
Quinn nodded as she brought her arms up and draped them around Rachel's shoulders, lacing her fingers together at the base of the other woman's neck and cradling her head. "Me too. It was good seeing them again. I didn't even realize how much I'd missed them until I walked out and saw them standing in your kitchen. I'm glad that you guys kept in touch. And became such good friends. But I gotta be honest, it's a little weird to me that you and Santana-"
"I know, right?" Rachel interrupted with a large smile and a faint chuckle. "Another one of those things that, if you'd told my fifteen year old self I would have thought you needed treatment. "
Quinn laughed softly. "Right there with you on that one, Rach."
Rachel beamed up at her and then slowly her smile turned sly. "Now that they're gone though..." She trailed off, abandoning the sentence halfway through as she raised up on her toes just slightly and pressed her lips against Quinn's.
"Mmm," Quinn hummed into the kiss and unlaced her fingers. She slid her hands around to grip the collar of Rachel's robe and used it to pull the other woman into her as she parted her lips and deepened the kiss.
Rachel's hands splayed out across her back, fingers digging in gently as her tongue slipped out to slide along Quinn's lower lip.
"God, Rach," Quinn murmured as she loosened her grip on Rachel's robe and slid her hands beneath it instead, cupping the other woman's neck and gently running her thumbs down the column of her throat as she eagerly sucked Rachel's tongue into her mouth.
Rachel's lips tasted faintly of the coffee they'd been drinking and were soft and warm and Quinn never wanted to lose the feeling of them sliding against her own but she really couldn't stay. She'd already stayed longer than she should have. And while it was well worth the amount of catch up she'd have to play later today to have spent this morning making love to Rachel and then having brunch with her, Santana and Brittnay she knew that she really couldn't afford to lose any more time.
"As much as I would love to spend the rest of the day doing this," she rasped as Rachel's mouth left hers and began pressing kisses along the line of her jaw, "I really need to be going."
"What? No." Rachel's nipped at her earlobe and swirled her tongue around the hollow just behind it, making Quinn hiss softly and press more firmly against her.
"I'm sorry, Rach," Quinn managed to get out as Rachel worked her way down the side of Quinn's neck, placing hot, open mouth kisses against sensative skin. "I've got...got a ton of work to do for...the play." Her voice hitched as Rachel's teeth scraped along her collarbone. "Oh, God." She moaned, her head tipping to the side to give Rachel more access to the side of her neck. "I really can't...I need..."she trailed off, her mind going blank as to why exactly she was trying to stop this as Rachel's lips ghosted across the hollow at the base of her throat and the tip of her tongue peeked out to press lightly at the pulse point there. She groaned lightly and arched into the touch.
"You're not going anywhere just yet," Rachel murmured into the skin of her neck. "Do you know how hot you look, wearing my clothes?"
Quinn really hoped that she wasn't actually expecting an answer because her thoughts were fractured right now.
"I've been dying to get my hands, my mouth, my tongue on you, into you since the moment you walked out of my bedroom wearing a pair of my running shorts and that ratty old t-shirt."
Quinn shivered at the words.
"God, you looked so sexy." Rachel's voice was heated, desperate and yet also somehow reverent. "And that was nothing, nothing compared to how you look right now. You've got me all worked up," Rachel husked as she continued to press kisses across the top of Quinn's chest. "So you, Quinn Fabray are going to stay here and finish what you started."
Quinn's knees turned to jelly at the low growl that entered Rachel's voice as she uttered the words. "Oh, God," she groaned and felt the throbbing between her legs intensify. "Rachel."
She didn't know if it was a protest or a plea, all she knew was that Rachel's words, the heat in her voice as she said them and the insistant way that her mouth was plying her skin had set her body on fire.
She felt the world tilt and tip dizzily as Rachel spun them around. She let out a soft grunt as she was pushed not so gently into the door, Rachel's body pressing in and holding her there. Her thigh slid firmly between Quinn's legs and on instinct, she rolled hips, sliding along Rachel's leg and letting out a faint sigh at the small relief she found in the friction.
Rachel's lips found hers again, pressing firmly, roughly against hers as her hands slipped beneath Quinn's shirt, sliding up her sides to cup a breast in each hand. She kneaded them in her fingers, tugging and pulling on Quinn's nipples, working them into hard, throbbing points as her tongue plundered Quinn's mouth.
It was all Quinn could do to hang on, her hands clutching tightly to Rachel's ass as she struggled to breath through her nose. Her hips rocked frantically against Rachel's thigh, pushing forward only to be thrust back with a thud against the door. She was pretty sure she was going to have a bruise on but couldn't find it in herself to care. She couldn't find it in herself to do anything but cling to Rachel and tremble under the intensity of her arousal.
All thoughts of leaving, all thoughts of anything escaped her. Her entire awareness narrowed to include only what Rachel was doing to her and the sensations that it invoked. She lost herself in the feeling of Rachel's mouth, hot and wet against the curve of her breast. In the shivers that tore through her body as Rachel's tongue swiped, coarse and firm against her nipple.
She murmured and moaned, incoherent and hoarse as Rachel worked her way down her body, dropping to her knees in front of Quinn as she slid her pants down and let them pool on the floor between them.
"You're so wet," she murmured, sounding somewhat in awe and Quinn couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the observation. Though the sound that tore from her throat was strangled and raw.
"I should fucking think so," she rasped, the last word hitching in her throat as Rachel's breath ghosted across her center a split second before her tongue thrust roughly inside.
"Ah...fuck..." She gripped at the door, her fingers curling and her nails digging into the wood for purchase as she went up onto her toes with the force of Rachel's tongue entering her. "Fuck."
Rachel hummed and Quinn felt the reverberations though her entire body.
Sparks flared behind her lids as she squeezed her eyes shut and her head thumped back against the door as Rachel began to to work her tongue in and out, quick, hard thrusts followed the the occasion flick against her clit, just enough off rhythmn to keep Quinn twitching and writhing as she begged for release.
Her muscles clenched and then began to spasm and a wave of static overtook her brain. A hoarse scream ripped from her thoat as wave after wave rolled over her.
Slowly she slipped down the surface of the door, her legs refusing to hold her up. She landed in Rachel's lap with a soft sigh.
"Oh, my god." It was all she could manage.
She heard Rachel chuckle softly as the other woman's arms wrapped around her shoulders and snuggled her in close. She was drifting somewhat, not quite sleeping but definitely not aware either and it was a pleasant, warm feeling. She could hear Rachel's heart beat pounding steadily in her ear and feel the faint rise and fall of her chest with each breath.
Slowly her awareness began to come back to her and with it came the memory of everything that Rachel had just done to her. Her insides fluttered in sense memory and she was amazed to realize that the dull, throb of arousal had returned. Her eyelids drifted open and she turned her head to look at Rachel.
"Hey," she said, offering up a wide, lazy smile.
"Hey yourself." Rachel tipped her head to meet her gaze, a smile of her own playing at the corners of her lips. She looked downright smug, in Quinn's opinion. "Really?" she let out an incredulous laugh as she correctly read the desire in Quinn's eyes. "You're insatiable."
Quinn gave a half-hearted shrug. "It's all you, Rach. You wear me out and I still want more."
Her limbs were still leaden and clumbsy but she had enough control of movement to grasp Rachel's shoulders and push her down onto her back on the floor. Quinn shifted so she was straddling the other woman and leaned over her. She brushed her lips lightly against Rachel's, a barely there touch that had the other woman straining up to meet hers. But Quinn held her down firmly by the shoulders, controlling the pressure of the kiss and keeping it faint and fleeting.
"Talk about me in your clothes. Let's talk about you in that robe," Quinn husked, her lips ghosting against Rachel's lips, cheek and across the line of her jaw as she spoke "So short, barely covers the tops of your thighs." She released her grip on one shoulder and brought a hand down to stroke along the curve of Rachel's hip and across the top of her leg in demonstration. "And all it would take is one little tug of that sash and it'd fall open." She slid her hand up and tugged at one end of the knot, undoing it in one fluid motion and then slipping her hand inside as the fabric fell open. Her fingers skated across the smooth skin of Rachel's stomach, causing the brunette to whimper and arch up into the touch.
She traced idle patterns along the ridges of Rachel's abs and up the valley between her breasts, nails scratching lightly against smooth, supple skin. Circling along the under sides of her breasts and along the contours of her ribcage. Feather light touches around her aerolas and the pads of her fingers across hard, pebbled nipples as her lips brushed lightly down Rachel's neck.
"Please, Quinn." Rachel was all but whining as she writhed beneath her. "Don't tease."
"You mean, like you've been teasing me all morning?" Quinn murmured into her skin. "Hmmm?" She rocked her hips down against Rachel's, pressing her thigh firmly against her center.
"Quinn." Rachel gripped at Quinn's hips, pulling her down harder into her as she bucked upwards.
Quinn allowed Rachel to increase the pressure but she didn't let her alter the pace, she continued rocking slowly, a deep, rolling glide that had Rachel moaning as her clit slid along Quinn's thigh.
She slid her hand down Rachel's body and between her legs, sliding two fingers inside her and sighing at the feeling of silky wet heat surrounding her.
She pulled back so she could watch and felt a flood of arousal and affection as Rachel's eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted with each soft, panting breath. Her head rolled one way and then the other and her hands clutched convulsively at Quinn's waist as a low, keening whine rumbled from somewhere in the back of her throat.
"So beautiful," Quinn whispered, leaning down to kiss Rachel's lips softly before pulling back and once again to watch as she continued thrusting into her, riding Rachel's thigh as she moved steadily in and out of her, her thumb positioning itself against Rachel's clit, rubbing tight circles against it.
She could feel her own orgasm approaching, a white hot coiling in the pit of her stomach and she increased the pressure and speed of her thrusts. Beneath her, Rachel tensed, her body arching up off the floor and then with a long, low moan her muscles relaxed in a series of shivers. Quinn let go, trembling above Rachel with a cry of her own.
She collapsed with a sigh onto the floor beside the other woman, lying on her back with her eyes screwed shut as she struggled to draw breath into her lungs. Beside her, Rachel's breathing rasped in similar effort.
A part of her couldn't believe that they'd just done it on the floor of Rachel's front door. Or against Rachel's front door for that matter. It's not that Quinn wasn't sexually adventerous. She was well versed in the ways in which you could have sex in places other than in bed in the missionary position. It was just, sex against the door, floor sex that seemed to her like it was either the territory of lovers or cheap, torrid affairs and this was neither. Despite their thirteen year history they were not long time lovers. Nor was this a fling. At the moment, they weren't really anything yet. They knew each other so well and yet not at all. The children they were had a place within the women that they were but there was so much to learn and reveal and normally in that stage of a relationship, for Quinn at least, it was all about the courtship, the romance.
She was a little old-fashioned, she supposed compared to her peers when it came to dating. She believed that there was a certain course to be taken, steps, if you will. She rarely, if ever, slept with someone on the first date. She preferred the slow build, getting to know each other, flirting and letting the attraction simmer until finally, when the moment was right they fell in bed together.
This, how things were developing with Rachel, it felt out of step. They'd spent one night together, not even a real, official date and they'd already made love. Then this here, more fucking then love making. It should feel utterly wrong to Quinn at this stage because there weren't there yet but lying here with Rachel at her side, sweaty and exhausted and weak she didn't feel even the least bit regretful. It felt right.
That didn't mean, however, that she didn't want to take those steps. That she didn't want to date and flirt and let the attraction simmer until they fell into bed together.
She lolled her head to the side and caught Rachel staring back at her.
"Hi," Rachel said, a soft, sweet smile lighting up her face.
"Hi, back," she said softly, a smile forming on her own features as well. "Go out with me?"
Rachel laughed lightly. "What's that?"
"Go out with me. Let me take you out on a date."
"Did you seriously just ask me out. Now?" Rachel asked, laughter coloring her voice.
"Why not?" Quinn grinned back at her, though her question was completely serious. "Unless...unless you don't want to?" She felt some of her happiness dim.
"What? Quinn, no. Of course I want to." Rachel rolled onto her side to face and propped her head up on one elbow. "We talked about this last night, remember?"
"Actually, I talked," Quinn reminded her. "And you dragged me upstairs."
"Dragged?" Rachel arched an eyebrow at her and Quinn offered her most winning smile in response. "Thought so," Rachel scoffed. "And I only invited you up because I agreed with everything you said last night. I want to see where this goes just as much as you do. It's just a little...strange to be asked out when we're both lying half-naked on the floor in my living room."
Quinn nodded. "It is at that," she chuckled in agreement. "But that doesn't change the fact that I want to take you out," she said. "A proper date, where I pick you up and give you flowers and tell you how beautiful you look. And I pull open doors and pull out chairs and hold your hand and walk you to your door."
In all of her past relationships, Quinn had been the one who was taken out. The one who was persued. So it was an odd feeling for her, wanting to be the one doing the taking but she had a sense that Rachel would appreciate it. Rachel was even more of a romantic than she was.
"And kiss me goodnight?" Rachel asked.
Quinn bit her lip against a frown. "If that's what you want," she said. Although that wasn't how she hoped the evening would end.
Rachel nodded. "If we're doing this whole date scenerio, then yes that's what has to happen. You kiss me goodnight and then I ask you if you want to come upstairs."
Quinn scowled at Rachel. "You had me worried for a moment," she admitted.
"Really?" Rachel questioned. "You really thought that after last night and this morning I'd be able to kiss you goodnight and send you on your way?"
Quinn shrugged. "I was hoping not. But I really had no idea."
Rachel shook her head, a grin playing across her lips as she leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Quinn's forehead.
"So, when is this date?" she asked once she'd pulled back.
"Tonight?" Quinn suggested, meeting Rachel's gaze with a hopeful one of her own. "I really do have to get some work done today but I'd love it if you'd let me take you out tonight."
"You're leaving? I thought that..." Rachel trailed off and waved her hand over Quinn's and her own bodies "would entice you to stay."
"Oh, it was enticing all right. But, unfortunately, I do have to go. I'm not here on holidays, Rach. I've got a lot of people and a lot of money invested in this play."
Rachel huffed out a sigh and Quinn couldn't help but laugh at how adorable she was. She propped herself up on her elbows and brushed a quick kiss across her lips and then pushed herself up into a sitting position.
"So, tonight?" she confirmed, staggering slightly to her feet and then offering a hand down to Rachel to help haul her up.
Rachel nodded. "Tonight."
"Okay. Eight o' clock. I'll pick you up. Wear something nice."
"I can't wait."
"Me neither." Quinn pressed another kiss to Rachel's lips then leaned down and pulled her borrowed pants on.
"I don't want you to go."
"I don't want to go either," Quinn said. "But, it can't be helped. I'll see you tonight." She stole one last kiss then stepped away before Rachel could grab her and distract her any further and then was out the door, combing her fingers through her hair in an attempt to tame it and straightening her clothes in the elevator. As she hit the street and raised an arm to hail a cab she was pretty sure that she still looked freshly fucked and that everyone, including her cabbie knew that she was making a Saturday afternoon "walk of shame" home in borrowed clothes but she really, truly, did not care.