Summary: Sequel to Dirty Little Secret
Pairing: strong Rachel/Quinn
Notes: Hey guys, so here's Saturday for you. Someone left a review last time about breaking up the sex stuff so it wasn't in one large clump so I've done that the best I can. I'm sure I could say a lot about this chapter, I worked really hard on it and I think I'm actually quite pleased with it. I just hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Catch ya laters, I'm off to work on the next chapter.
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.
When Rachel returned to the hotel room, she found Quinn exactly as she had left her, face half hidden by the mess of tangled blonde tresses with an arm slung over the covers, a bent knee poking out from beneath the side of the covers and the note that she had carefully written still propped up on the bedside beside the sleeping beauty. She placed the items she had left the room to get on the large dresser and went over to the bed. Just the sight of her girlfriend filled her with a happiness she knew she was blessed to have found. Rachel expertly unearthed Quinn's face from beneath her hair, something that she had done on more than one occasion when the blonde was able to sleep and she wasn't, and stroked her jawline softly with the outer edge of her hand, "Quinn..." her voice was full of warmth.
"Hmmm?" she answered sleepily. Had it not been so late in the morning it would've taken her much more than a soft voice and delicate touch to rouse her. She opened on eye to peek at her girlfriend, "Why are you dressed?" A yawn took hold that stretched her entire body, "God, what time is it?"
Her eyes dart to the electronic clock on the bedside table, "Almost nine," she answers.
"What?!" Quinn sat upright, "How the hell did I sleep this late?"
"I think last nights activities might have had something to do with it," Rachel chuckled heartedly as she got up from the bed, "and because I'm responsible," she retrieved the paper bag and tray with two cups of coffee and returned to the bed, "I bought you a gift."
Quinn perked up at the sight of coffee, "I do believe both of us are responsible." She took the coffee cup offered to her and inhaled deeply, "God, that smells good."
Rachel opened the paper bag and brought out two wrapped parcels, "First morning in New York requires New York coffee, and," she took a second to check which parcel was which and handed one to her counterpart, "and New York breakfast bagel, complete with bacon."
Opening the parcel to reveal her breakfast the blonde licked her lips in anticipation of the delicious smelling food and looked back up at Rachel, "Best girlfriend ever!"
A smirk played over the dark haired diva's lips, "I believe you said that last night." As she opened her bagel Rachel continued, "I thought we could have breakfast, call home and speak to the girls, get dressed and head out on our adventures."
Quinn nodded, a muffled, "Sounds good," making its way round the bagel she was currently chewing. "This is so good!"
"Wait till you've tried the coffee," her lover beamed.
She took a tentative sip of the alien coffee because drinking deep from the cup, eventually coming up for air, "God, I love you New York."
Rachel grinned, "You said that last night too."
As they sat in Central Park, Quinn couldn't help but reflect on the things she had noticed since they had left Ohio. Rachel was different, that was one way of putting she supposed although it wasn't the right way but it was true. Something was fundamentally different with the woman she was madly in love with. It was as though she was more herself, or what people considered to be her old self. She walked with confidence, was sure of herself and her decisions, took charge of situations. She wasn't sure if it was because there were far from Lima, Ohio or if it was because they were in New York, the place that Rachel had always thought of as her second home but whatever it was Quinn found herself wishing she knew so that she could make it a more permanent solution for them. It all boiled down to one thing, Rachel was truly happy and Rachel's happiness was the one thing Quinn wanted more than anything in the world and she would do everything within her power to give it to the girl. She shook herself of these thoughts and chose to focus on the situation at hand an enjoy the experience. Here she was in Central Park, in the arms of her love (see? Things were different here), enjoying the gorgeous albeit slightly chilled day.
"What you thinking about?" lips whispered against a pale ear.
The golden haired woman tilted her head so she could see her other half, "About you actually."
"Oh?" her fingers danced along the arm she had herself half wrapped around, "Should I be worried?"
"Never, baby," she rest her head back against a shoulder, "just thinking about how much you obviously love it here, and I can see why."
"Falling in love with New York already?" the brunette teased.
"Not exactly," she rolled her eyes, "more like falling in love with being in New York with you." She took in the sight of the city skyline after the lush life of the park, "We should bring the girls here," she added as an afterthought.
"We could take them to the zoo," Rachel agreed, her voice a low hum.
"We could," she toyed with the idea that popped into her brain a moment before adding, "we could get an apartment close by so they'd be able to come to the zoo whenever they want."
She sat upright from her slouched against the tree position, "And what about school?" she asked in all seriousness. She knew that Quinn had applied to some schools in New York but she wanted her to make the right choice for her education, not because she knew that Rachel liked a certain location.
"I'm sure there are plenty of schools for the girls but that's not something we have to worry about just yet," Quinn deflected.
"That's not what I meant and you know it," she leant forward and rested her chin on her girlfriends shoulder.
"I know," she deliberated a moment, could she reveal a thought she'd been keeping to herself, not even her best friend knew of it, "what if...what if I didn't go to school?"
"What do you mean?" Rachel was perplexed, "Are you saying you don't want to go to school after we graduate?"
"I don't know." Quinn untangled herself from Rachel and turned so that she was facing the other girl properly, "It's something I've been thinking about."
"Since when?"
"Since every time I look at you and our two beautiful baby girls," she answered honestly.
"You can't not go to school because of us Quinn," she reached for the blondes hand, "you know that wherever you decide to go to school that we will be right there with you."
"It's not that, Rach." She chewed her lower lip slightly, "When I think about the future...I already have everything I want. Beth, Charlie, you. I want our family. I want to watch our girls grow up, I want to do things as a family, even the little things like eat dinner together. I know that I'll have to get a job if I'm not at school, but there's nothing to say I can't get a nine to five job that will let me come home and be with my family and have weekends with my family. If I'm at school I don't know if I'll get that. The girls will be in daycare during the day and then I'll get home and I'll still have to study and write papers and that's time that could be spent tucking the girls in and reading them a bedtime story and cuddling up on the couch with you to watch a movie." She rubbed nervously as the back of her neck, "I don't want to miss out on any of it. I'm not saying that I'm never going to go to school but maybe I could do a correspondence course or maybe wait until the girls are in school so it won't matter as much when I'm at class."
"You really have been thinking about it," Rachel said in awe.
"What do you think?" Quinn timidly asked.
"I think," she was slow and deliberate with her words, "that I will support you no matter what decision you make. School, no school, it's ultimately your decision but Quinn, I understand that you're worried you'd miss out on things but I know you. Look at all you've done. Not only did you have a baby and raise her to be a remarkable little girl, you did that and still worked your butt off to get top grades which you do, even when you write a paper the night before it's due." Quinn lowered her face in embarrassment at that remark. "But you did so much more than that. You did all of that while helping put me back together, helping me through my own pregnancy and now you're raising two little girls and maintaining a relationship with someone who may or may not have a tonne of baggage after a rough experience." Rachel reached forward and gently lifted the blondes chin, "Don't underestimate what you are capable of. I know without a shadow of a doubt you can do school and not miss out on anything important with the babies, and don't forget you're not alone in any of this, you have me. I will always help you with school, I'll be the one that pesters you when you've studied for long enough and need to come watch a movie with me or to take a break and go read the girls a bedtime story. You can do anything, Quinn, never doubt that."
"I am so lucky to have you," the blonde gushed, "I mean seriously, thank God for blessing me, lucky."
"I could say the same thing about you," she pointed out, "did you not just hear me say about how you helped put me back together?" she smiled softly.
"I think you helped put me back together...I just didn't realise I was broken."
"You were never broken, Quinn, just lost," she remembered the way Quinn had told her it was ok to get lost sometimes and that everybody did now and then, it seemed like a lifetime ago that they had that conversation. Not wanting to take the trip down that particular memory lane Rachel decided she needed to bring the conversation to a more light hearted side, "Come here," she requested, her arms open for the return of the body that had left them.
Quinn readily returned to her previous position and reached for her girlfriends arms and pulled them around her, "Think about it though, Rach...we could make a home here."
"When the girls are bigger we could take them ice skating in the winter. Bring them to fly kites in the spring," she mused, "but you'd have to be in charge of that one."
A short laugh escaped delicate lips, "And why's that?"
"I've never been any good at kites," she explained, "when I was little I would always get annoyed that I couldn't seem to get my kite as high as everyone else's and I almost always ended up crashing it into a tree and getting it stuck. I've lost count of the number of times Daddy had to clamber a tree just to retrieve my kite."
"Your poor father," she giggled, "Ok, I'll be in charge of kites in the spring. Tell me about summer and autumn," she urged.
"Summers would be filled with ice creams and trips to the zoo," Rachel continued, "and in the autumn we will watch in amusement as our girls jump in and out of the ridiculously huge piles of leaves, possibly with accompanied by a puppy."
"A puppy?" shapely eyebrows arched.
"Maybe," she pondered, "I see either a puppy that the girls will beg us for, or in a few years another stroller."
"Another stroller?" Quinn tried to keep the surprise from her voice.
"Who knows?" Rachel shrugged, "we're just dreaming scenarios, right?"
"This is very true," she agreed.
"Dream scenario; us walking through the park, hand in hand. Our two wonderful girls, growing up to be more beautiful with each day that passes by, chasing after their puppy that has disappeared in a pile of autumn leaves. Finding a park bench to sit and watch as Beth and Charlie are in fits of giggles as their puppy's head pops up every now and then in the pile of leaves and my hand resting upon the bump that no one knows about yet, apart from us."
"Whose bump?" Quinn asks eagerly wanting to have the last piece of the puzzle to finish the picture that her partner just painted for her.
Rachel paused for thought and answered, "Whose would you like it to be?"
Quinn couldn't help but feel excited, here she was in New York, Broadway no less, with the girl she knew to be the love of her life about to share in an experience she knew brought great joy to Rachel's life. The golden haired beauty had never told her raven counterpart that she had borrowed Wicked from the bookshelf that housed a rather impressive collection of books that had been adapted to musicals, although it wasn't something she had deliberately kept secret. It had happened one night when Beth refused to settle back in her crib after an ungodly hour diaper change, Quinn had plucked the book from the shelf before settling in the chair by the window, knowing that Beth would happily drift to sleep clung to her mothers chest, and proceeded to strain her eyes reading by the light that filtered through the window from he street lamps. It had taken her just over a little two weeks to read the entire book, the first week consisted of reading during the night whenever Beth had woken her from her slumber while the second week was spent reading it during the times that Rachel was otherwise occupied, taking a shower for example. She could feel her girlfriends eyes on her as she took everything in. The size of the stage. The gigantic map of Oz on the stage curtain with a green light emanation from the centre behind the Emerald City. The time dragon looming about them. It was all so spectacular and the show hadn't even started yet.
"what's going on inside that pretty little head of yours?" Rachel asked, amusement ringing in her voice. It filled her with happiness to witness Quinn's first Broadway experience.
"Just taking it all in," she turned to face her partner, "I've got to admit that I'm pretty impressed that they managed to incorporate the time dragon into the set."
Dark eyes blink rapidly in confusion, "You know about the time dragon?"
"I do," she nodded with a grin.
"But how?" Rachel was baffled, she knew that her spouse loved to read but the woman in question was more partial to classic literature, the likes of Hemingway and Steinbeck. Now that she thought about it the brunette couldn't recall a time when she'd caught her girlfriend reading any contemporary literature.
"I read the book." The blonde chuckled at the expression on her partners face, "I was between books and Beth wouldn't settled back in the crib so I borrowed it from your shelf, I wanted to to understand why you love it so much so I thought I'd find out first hand wha the big deal is."
"I kind of really love you," Rachel gushed.
"I love you too, Rach. Although I'm not sure how my reading Wicked warranted a declaration of love."
She was just about to answer her girlfriends veiled question when the lights dimmed and the orchestra swelled the dramatic introduction. A glance to her other half told her that the question was already completely forgotten as hazel eyes stayed focused on the stage as performers brought the production to life.
Chocolate and hazel orbs watched in wonder as though it were the first time either of them had witnessed the spell binding spectacular that is Wicked, when the truth of the matter was that Rachel had to use both hands to count the number of times she'd seen the show and would soon have to starting counting toes.
As soon as the opening notes for 'Defying Gravity' floated through the air she couldn't prevent the smile that tugged at the corners of her rosé lips, she was fairly familiar with all of the songs of Wicked, she'd heard them plenty of times playing over her girlfriends iPod speakers but she knew this song from what back when, from before she had even entertained the notion of simply being friends with the body sat beside her. Even as she listened to the woman on stage belt out the tune her mind cast back to the ridiculous diva-off between Kurt and Rachel, and while Kurt had thrown the competition there was no doubt in Quinn's mind that Rachel was the superior of the two, no offence to Kurt of course. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, Elphaba was amazing but she knew in her heart and first hand that Rachel would be a far better Elphaba and could in fact sing circles around this woman, and t was that thought that broke a piece of her heart because her beloved was adamant that all dreams and aspirations of a career on the stage where she truly belonged had ceased to exist the moment that teeth broke skin. As subtly as she could Quinn dabbed at the corners of her eyes and reminded herself of where she was and who she was with, soft hazel chanced a glance at Rachel and the long on the girls face was enough to flip her heart around and fill it with bliss as she witness the rapture and contentment radiating from her love.
Rachel thought she'd spotted Quinn out of the corner of her eye wiping away the threat of tears but upon her next glance her girlfriend was completely enraptured. Being a part of Quinn's first New York Trip and first Broadway experience meant more to her than she'd ever truly be able to express, sharing something that was so important to her with most important person in her life (after Charlie) was something she hadn't thought would be possible until at least some time after high school. Despite being in her favourite place in the world with the woman she was utterly devoted to, there was something niggling at the back of her mind, just below the focused her attention back on the stage and hearing 'For Good', instantly sought out her lovers hand. They had both been through more than their fair share of life changing events in their young lives, but she also knew that they had changed each others lives, for good.
The journey back to the hotel was made in tense silence. It wasn't long after the show had finished that the niggling at the back of Rachel's mind transformed into a full blown thought and brought along with it a tidal wave of anger.
As they entered their hotel room Quinn couldn't take the silence any longer, "Rach, what's wrong? You haven't said a word since we left Wicked."
"Wrong?" Rachel shut the door with more force than necessary, "They're conniving assholes, that's what's wrong!"
Quinn looked taken back at her steaming girlfriend, "Who?"
"My parents," the pint sized volcano spat, "they think they're so damned clever, like I wouldn't figure it out."
"Slow down, Rach. Figure what out?"
"Don't you get it, Quinn? This entire trip is a lie! It was never about giving us a break! It was about getting me back to Broadway. It was about making me..."
As Rachel;s words trailed off Quinn felt the end of her partners sentence fall from her own tongue, "Realise that you still want it."
"I don't want it," she fired.
Her face softened as she took a step closer to her girlfriend, "It's ok to still want it, Rachel."
"I can't want it anymore," Rachel parroted Elphaba's earlier words.
"Yes, you can," Quinn's words were soft but firm, "You can't let him hold you back, you-"
Her words were cut short, "Don't you dare!" she seethed, "Don't you dare bring that into this!"
"Why not?" The defiant mother shot back, "It's true and you know it! I hate seeing him stop you from your dreams."
"Exactly," the distance between the pair was lessening, "MY dreams, Quinn, MY life!"
"It's not a life when you're too afraid to live!" she pointed out heatedly.
"I'm not you, Quinn!" she reached boiling point, "I didn't screw the nearest body because I was having a bad day and get myself pregnant! I didn't get a choice! I didn't ask for any of this!"
Quinn stood stunned as though she had just received a sharp slap to the face, "Fuck you!" she spat bitterly.
Rachel stepped so that she were almost toe to toe with her infuriated other half, "No, fuck you!"
She felt the animalistic urge rile up in her and surged forward like a lioness pouncing on her prey. She was done with treating Rachel as though she might break, she grabbed her face and mashed their mouths together.
Fuelled by anger and frustration she seized the blondes shoulders in a game of tug of war, pushing her away and pulling her closer all at the same time.
Quinn pulled back, her lungs burning with the need for oxygen but that didn't slow her actions as she hands worked Rachel's blouse from the waistband of her jeans and made short work of the buttons, almost ripping some of the buttons from their stitching.
No words were spoken, both girls spurred on by anger and hurt, it was much simpler to give into their primal desires and worry about the damage afterward.
Rachel hands fumbled for the zipper of Quinn's dress, a gravely moan rippling from her throat as the blondes mouth worked against the column of her neck while ivory fingers groped blindly as the buttons of her jeans. As soon as the last button on her jeans popped Rachel took firm hold of Quinn's hands and pulled them away from their inevitable destination long enough to hurriedly work Quinn's dress down her shoulders and bunch at her waist.
Quinn didn't give Rachel the opportunity to pool her dress at her feet as she claimed her mouth once more. Teeth nipped and tugged at lips and tongues combat each other as the two lovers attempt to consume one another. A hand slipped past denim and pressed firmly against cotton, rocking back and forth within the confined space. A moan escaped one mouth only to be swallowed by another. Fingers circled, spreading the rapidly building juices until the cotton barrier is completely soaked through.
Bodies stumble in search of the bed but someone looses balance and an entanglement of limbs crash to the floor, it doesn't stop them. Quinn frees her hand long enough to work Rachel's jeans and panties down her thighs to her calves where Rachel does the rest of the work kicking them off. Quinn's tongue lights a fiery trail up Rachel's neck as she hand resumes it's previous location and positions herself at Rachel's entrance. Two fingers slide all the way home. A
pleasurable cry of "Holy fuck!" reverberates off the walls, it'll occur to them later that they were loud enough to be heard in the halls.
Quinn begins at an unrelenting paces, the body beneath her thrashing wildly. Rachel somehow works a thigh between milky legs and pressed against the radiating centre. They gasp and moan moan between teeth chattering kisses. As Rachel writhes beneath her Quinn can feel her own arousal building at the pressure between her thighs.
Blonde hair falls to a tan shoulder, her breath hot against the side of Rachel's face. She thrusts as deep as her fingers will allow her, needing Rachel to feel as much of her as possible, to know that she was the one filling her, the one causing the moans, whimpers and cusses, it was all her and as she worked her lover over a single word tumbles from her lips, "Mine."
Rachel turns her face so that she's eye to eye with Quinn, flushed skin and blown pupils, her earlier anger fading as she pants, "Say it again."
She can feel how close to the edge her lover is, feel the way she's fluttering around her fingers. Quinn kisses Rachel deeply, tugging on her lip as she pulls back, "Mine," she says clearly, the possessiveness carrying in her voice, it was all Rachel needed to fall over the edge, her fingernails raking against Quinn's back as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
Soon the young women were rid of all their remaining clothes and although their anger had abated, their carnal need for each other continued into the early hours of the morning until exhaustion claimed them.
Author's note: right guys, it'll be a few days before I get Sunday posted. I'm still writing it but I have a family thing tomorrow so I won't be able to get anything done until I get home. What do you make of this chapter? It ended up being completely different from what I originally had planned but in a way I think it's better. Seeing as Sunday and Monday are still in the works is there anything you would like to see the girls do while they're in New York?