Summary: Sequel to Dirty Little Secret

Pairing: strong Rachel/Quinn

Notes: Hey guys, so I know that there was mention of New York being one chapter but it's surprisingly long and I haven't even finished it yet so after some discussion I have decided that I'm going to post New York as one chapter = one day. I have written all of Saturday and I'm currently working on Sunday. I've been writing non-stop for a week now and feel confident that it won't be long before I have Sunday and Monday written (I also have a bunch of other chapters lined up, I've written down the ideas for them and everything). Just a reminded, it's not all about seeing New York, it's about the girls getting to be teenagers. Right, that's far too much chit-chat from me, I'm gonna shut up now. Enjoy.

Warning: contains sex. If it sucks, I'm sorry.

Disclaimer: I own nothings but the random rambling of which occur in my brain. Glee and any other copyrighted content used belongs to their respective owners.

FRIDAY

She stared out of the small oval window at the never ending crystal clear blue sky, her eyes following the clouds that danced past her window only to be sliced in half by the plane wing as though it were mere candy floss falling a freshly sharpened butchers knife. They were so high that she couldn't make out any shapes of land masses below them, even though she knew they were there. Being that high above the rest of the population gave her a sense of freedom she hadn't felt in a long time, she was truly free of him. No stares of pity from people when they realised she was the girl that had been in the newspaper or judgemental stares as she went about her life with her daughter. No whispers in the hallways from school from students that weren't sure what to believe still and teachers who couldn't believe that she'd had the courage to come back. No exams sneaking up on them. No reports to write. No studying to be done. Right then, she truly was above it all. "I wasn't sure about this trip," she chatted idly, "I'm still not sure about leaving Charlie for four days, but I think that may this trip was a good idea."

"Uh huh," the young blonde grunted in response as though she were only half listening to what her girlfriend had to say. There was a partial truth to that, she wasn't entirely listening to Rachel's words, not because she wasn't paying attention or didn't care about what the other young woman had to say but more due to the fact that she was concentrating all her energy on remaining calm. She wasn't doing a very good job of it.

"Quinn?" Rachel turned her back to the window so she could look at Quinn directly, "are you ok?" she asked cautiously, she had never seen the expression on Quinn's face before and wasn't entirely sure what to make of it.

"I'm fine." Right then she'd give anything not to be having a conversation, she needed to keep herself from panicking.

"No, you're not," Rachel stated simply. "What is it?" she placed a hand gently on her lovers knee, "Have you never flown before? Do you not like planes?"

Quinn took in a deep breath, more to calm her nerves that to prepare herself for talking, "I've flown."

Rachel noticed the way pale hands gripped the arm rests in a vice like grip turning the already pale skin almost as white as the clouds that were passing by outside the window. Delicately she pried the strong slender fingers from the left arm rest and laced their fingers together. "Hey," she uttered softly, "look at me."

Reluctantly she did as she was told and slowly turn her head so that she was facing the face of the woman she loved.

"I know saying try not to think about it is about as useful as a sock with holes in it, so instead I want you to listen to me and think about the things I'm telling you, ok?"

Quinn nodded slowly, afraid that if she were too vigorous with her movements that she may make herself sick.

The brunette offered a warm smile, a soft chuckle touching her words as she spoke, "We are officially baby free until we return on Monday. Do you realise what that means? Let me tell you." She beamed, "Three nights of no diaper changes or late night feeds. No waking up early to make up the bottles and get everyone ready. No being spit up on, I think that's one of my favourites. Uninterrupted showers. Getting to spend the entire night in bed." Rachel stroked the outer edge of Quinn's palm with her thumb as she spoke meaningfully, "Uninterrupted time together."

The start of a smile tugged at the corner of Quinn's lips.

"And," Rachel continued, "we're going to be in the greatest city in the world and we can do whatever we want, go wherever we want, eat whatever we want, whenever we want. The only thing we can't do is drink but we both know that we don't need alcohol to have a good time. Think about the places you're going to get to see. Central Park. The Rockefeller Center. Broadway, Quinn! Broadway!"

"Of course that's the most important one of them all," she managed with a weak laugh.

"Exactly!" Rachel grinned, "Wait a minute..." she frowned, "you're mocking me, aren't you?" Her plan of distracting the blonde from their flight seemed to be working, she had noticed that Quinn's tight grip had lessened and was no longer pinching her skin.

"Maybe a little," she teased.

"I'd be nice to me if I were you," she mock warned.

"Why?" Quinn challenged, "Because you know your way around New York and I don't?"

"Well there is that, I suppose," Rachel said sporting a devilish grin, "but I was thinking more along the lines of I have you to myself the next few days and I can make you pay for being mean to me in ways I haven't had the opportunity too before."

Quinn licked at her lips unconsciously as she swallowed the small lump in her throat, her mind working feverishly as it concocted the ways in which Rachel could make her pay, "You do realise that we will need to leave the hotel room?"

"And we will," Rachel said almost innocently, "but I do plan to enjoy the times when we don't need to leave the room."

A loud 'dong' interrupted the young couples banter and a voice came over the intercom, "Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has switched on the seatbelt sign. If you could all return to your seats and fasten your seats, we will begin our descent shortly."

"We're nearly there already?" Quinn asked quite surprised at how fast the journey seemed to have taken.

"We're nearly there already," Rachel reiterated as she fastened her seatbelt with one hand, not the easiest task in the world. "It's only a short flight, an hour and a half."

"Thank you," she uttered sincerely.

"What for?" Rachel asked, puzzled.

Quinn leant across the seats and pressed a kiss to a warm cheek, "For keeping me from freaking out."

"Any time," Rachel smiled.

Quinn sat on the bed in nothing but a towel for this first time in over a year, she couldn't remember the last time she'd had the luxury of sitting down for a moment before having to get herself ready but she knew it was before she had had Beth. The young mother couldn't believe that they were actually in New York. It was on a long list of places she'd like to visit but she hadn't really anticipated being able to go to any of those places until Beth was much older and yet, here she was with her daughter back in Lima, Ohio with the family they had somehow procured. Once upon a time she would've had severe reservations over leaving her daughter with her mother but the relationship between her and Judy had gone from strength to strength, especially since Quinn had come out to her mother about her relationship with Rachel. Rachel, a whole weekend with Rachel. The possibilities that held and she wasn't thinking about the sight seeing that they would inevitably do. No, her mind was entertaining thoughts of a more libidinous variety. She had briefly entertained the thought of discarding her towel and joining her sweetheart in the shower but felt that that particular activity could be saved for another time, besides, the plan was to shower and freshen up to rid themselves of that horrid 'just been sat on a plane' feeling that you seemed to get regardless of the length of the flight and then they would head out to take in the sights of the city as they ambled their way along to a restaurant of some sorts and enjoy a meal together. Laughter interrupted her thoughts.

"I know New York is known for fashion and being on top of the freshest, risqué trends," she spoke as she walked out of the bathroom, towel drying the ends of her hair as she went, "but somehow I don't think that wearing a bath towel as a dress would be the next trend."

"Ha ha," the golden haired young woman retorted dryly.

Rachel draped the towel she had been using on her hair over the arm of a chair before going to stand directly in front of her counterpart, "I'm funny and you know it," she teased.

Quinn leant forward and wrapper her arms around the back of the darker girls thighs, her hands snaking up beneath the towel currently separating her from the skin she wished to claim, her fingers traced the curves of butt cheeks, "Nope, not funny."

Dark chocolate pools stared down at the innocent looking features that stared back up at her, "It's not funny now," she said, her voice in a lower register than normal.

Her hands travelled further, kneading the cheeks as they passed by them. They took a short stop on hips and took the chance to pull the rapidly warming body towards her even closer.

Rachel wrapped her arms around her beloveds neck and relished the sensations that were being inflicted upon her.

Quinn's fingers mapped her girlfriends stomach inch by inch and continued upwards until she was tracing the swell of Rachel's bosom. She could feel the way the brunette was leaning into her touch, hear the way her breath hitched with each touch and knew she was having the desired effect that she had hoped for. Slowly she raked her nails down the tan torso and along the tops of well defined thighs before reaching the edge of the towel, gripping the material between her fingers and tugging firmly until it fell loose and pooled around Rachel's ankles.

Before Rachel had a chance to form a coherent thought to offer a reaction to the sudden absence of towel encompassing her body she felt the searing hot burn of lips littering kisses and tongue leaving trails across her midsection. Firm hands kneaded the skin at the apex of her thighs. She could feel her arousal building and couldn't prevent the guttural moan that burst from her throat.

The golden haired beauty smirked against heated skin at hearing the moan above her and feeling it against her lips as it reverberated through her lover. The moan was all she needed to spur her actions on. Her lips traveled almost of their own accord, capturing as much flesh beneath them as possible as they worked towards Rachel's hips, first to the left, lavishing it with attention with kisses and then to the right, trailing a firing pathway with the tip of a tongue before nipping at the skin and illiciting a mewling sound from above once again. Her head dipped lower and she placed a kiss to the top of Rachel's right thigh and then the top of Rachel's left thigh before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the mound nestled between them. Quinn slid from the bed so that she were kneeling before her lover, her hands gently nudging thighs apart and pressing another attentive kiss to the place she was eager to taste.

She couldn't help the surge of arousal that flooded through her as she took in the sight of her stunning girlfriend kneeling before her, her own towel had started to loosen and revealed more of her porcelain breasts that Rachel loved. "W-what are you doing?" she forced herself to ask.

Quinn looked up at her girlfriend, arousal and love filling her eyes, "Exactly what our parents told us to do, I'm being a teenager." Noticing the way the pupils above her grew she knew she had permission to continue. Once again the blonde dipped her head and reached out to touch her lover with her tentative tongue. She had no idea what she was doing but what she did know was that over the last few months as their intimacy with each other grew deeper so did their curiosities and Quinn was most curious as to how the beautiful being looming over her tasted. Her tongue took a slow, deliberate path of outer lips, catching the faintest hint of the nectar she was so eager for. She repeated the movement, once, twice, three time when the tip of her tongue slipped between the lips and came into contact with the bundle of sensitive nerves hidden within them, sending a jolt through Rachel that almost caused her to lose balance and resulted in her hands firmly planting themselves on her girlfriends shoulders. Wanting more than the tiny sample she had been given of Rachel, Quinn gently used her fingers to part the swollen lips that were keeping safe the thing she sought after. With a broad stroke of her tongue the blonde felt her eyes roll up into the back of her head at the taste that assaulted her tastebuds. She had never encountered another taste quite like it. It was sweet. It was musky. It was uniquely Rachel and she wanted every last drop of Rachel. With every touch, broad and probing, Rachel's grip tightened on Quinn's shoulders. Gasps and whimpers floated from above and it only fuelled Quinn's thirst. Quinn knew what she wanted but she knew that her current position wouldn't allow her to reach the areas she wanted. She shifted back slightly until her back was against the bed and slipped her legs out from beneath and between Rachel's before pulling the standing girl even closer to her face. Satisfied with the new arrangement once again her fingers parted her lovers folds and allowed her tongue a few slow strokes, gathering as much taste as she could before letting her tongue probe Rachel's clutching entrance. Quinn's tongue had barely dipped into her entrance when a breathy "Oh!" of surprised escaped her lips, the "Oh!" quickly morphed into a long drawn out moan as Quinn's tongue slid even deeper into her tight channel. At first Quinn's movement were slow and deliberate, each movement conjuring a new sound from Rachel, wanton whimpers, needy moans, but when the blondes tongue slid even deeper a loud cry of "FUCK!" filled the air and one of Rachel's hands found itself ensnared in long blonde strands. Quinn knew she had found exactly what was needed and strived with every thrust of her tongue to graze the spot that would bring Rachel to her knees. The blondes nose bumped against her lovers clit and it wasn't long before the combination of tongue hitting her sweet spot and a nose working against her clit before Rachel's body tensed and she flooded with pleasure, Quinn grinning as she reaped the rewards and drank all of Rachel's juices as they flowed out of her. Her orgasm wracked her body and she fell forward collapsing half on the bed, after a few moments she was able to regain enough coherent thought to lower herself so that she was sat beside her love as opposed to pinning her between her body and the bed.

Quinn took in the flushed appearance of her girlfriend and kissed her deeply, allowing her to taste herself on Quinn's tongue.

Quinn took in the flushed appearance of her girlfriend and kissed her deeply, allowing her to taste herself on Quinn's tongue. She grinned like the cat who just got the cream, mainly because that's exactly what just happened and said, "God, I love New York."

Author's note: so how terrible was that chapter? I promise Saturday is better but I just wanted to sort of have time for just the girls away from all their responsibilities and all of that jazz. Plus, what couple (especially a teenage couple) goes away from their kids and doesn't have a weekend full of sex? You know I'm right lol Question time for you - I have Saturday all typed up and I can have it posted ASAP, I thought I might give you a couple of days before I post it while I work on Sunday BUT if enough of you would like me to post Saturday first chance I get then all you have to do is say so. I will say that my original intentions for New York haven't quite happened the way I thought they would but I actually think that what I've written is even better. TTFN!