Summary: Sequel to Dirty Little Secret
Pairing: strong Rachel/Quinn
Notes: Puck takes the girls for the weekend, giving Rachel and Quinn a nice little break resulting in a very nervous Rachel
Warning: Sexy times (apologies if it sucks, you guys know I hate writing sex scenes)
Disclaimer: I won nothings but the random rambling of which occur in my brain. Glee and any other copyrighted content used belongs to the respective owners.
"Thanks again for this, Puck," Quinn smiled as she shut the trunk of the car.
"Are you sure about this, Noah?" Rachel questioned nervously.
He placed his hands firmly on the diminutive brunettes shoulders,"Rachel, I got this." Puck chuckled softly, "I've had plenty of practice with Beth."
"I know," Rachel fiddled with the ends of her hair. "I know, but there was only one of Beth and now there's two of them and only one of you..."
Quinn sidled up to her girlfriend and slipped an arm around her waist, ''Baby, breathe," she instructed soothingly. "Puck isn't alone, his mom will be there and he knows to call us if he has any problems," she eyeballed the boy in question, "isn't that right?"
Puck rushed to agree, "Absolutely, you have nothing to worry about. It's like Quinn says, Mom will be there and so will my sister, and they are both dying to spend time with Charlie and Beth."
Rachel looked at the young father sheepishly,"You promise you'll call, even if it's for something little?"
"Even if she sneezes," he promised with an amused look.
"I mean it, Noah!" Annoyance resonated clearly in her voice.
Quinn sniggered before deciding to come to Puck's rescue. "Noah, don't be an ass. Tell Rachel you're serious and will call so you can get home and get the girls out of the car."
"Ok, Ok, I'm sorry," he held his hands up in submission, he knew better than to argue with his daughters mothers."I promise I'll call if something is wrong or if I need any help, but I promise I won't need to. The three of us will be just fine."
Rachel looked to the car, her face full of apprehension.
"They'll be ok, Rach," Quinn muttered gently before pressing a soft kiss to her girlfriends temple, "I promise you. I wouldn't let Puck take our girls if I didn't think he could handle them."
"Really?" The brunette asked timidly.
"Really, baby," she offered a small smile, "he can handle this and we need this, we need a break every now and then otherwise we'll go crazy."
"Go crazy?" Puck interjected.
"Shut it, jackass," the blonde spat before turning her attention back to her girlfriend, "Charlie's going to be ok, I promise you. If it makes you feel any better we can swing by tomorrow to check on the girls?"
Rachel nodded, avoiding looking at anyone, before relenting, "Ok."
"Ok," Quinn repeated.
"Guess that's my cue," Puck started taking steps to the drivers door, "best get home so I can get the girls more comfortable."
"Text me to let me know that you all made it there safely?" Rachel asked.
Puck laughed, "You couldn't have said a more mom thing if you tried."
The young girl blushed before responding confidently, "Unless it escaped your keen notice, Noah, I am a mom and that's my daughters you have in the back of your car so you will text me when you all arrive safely."
"Yes ma'am," he saluted with a playful smirk before rolling his eyes and shaking his head as he got into the car, "you guys have a good weekend."
"You too," Quinn called out, "thanks again."
"Drive safe!" Rachel chastised.
Puck waved out of the window and tooted the horn once before pulling out of the driveway and heading off in the direction of his house.
"They will be ok, won't they, Quinn?"
"Yes, baby," she laced their fingers together and gave a reassuring squeeze, "it's no different than your dads or my mom watching the girls."
"I just worry...he's never had both of them overnight before."
"Puck will be just fine, and his mom is there as backup if he needs it," she reiterated.
"Ok..." She answered distractedly as she was led inside the house.
"Baby," Quinn stopped them and pulled her girlfriend into a hug, "I promise the girls are going to be ok." She pulled back and looked Rachel in the eyes, "Why don't I distract you for a while until your nerves die down?"
Rachel sighed, she knew that Quinn was right, that Charlie and Beth would both be ok but she couldn't help but worry, it was the first time she'd left Charlie with Puck overnight, never mind a weekend. "Yes please," she nodded.
"Good," she took a small olive kissed hand within her own and started to lead them up the stairs, "because I have a surprise for you."
"A surprise?" She asked quizzically.
"Just wait and see," the blonde teased.
"What have you been up to, Quinn Fabray?"
Quinn stopped them just outside of their bedroom and opened the door to reveal a blanket spread out on the floor, with wine glasses and a picnic basket sat in the middle of it.
"When did you do this?" Rachel couldn't hide her surprise, she'd been with Quinn and the girls all day.
"You've been pretty focused on the girls all day so I took the opportunity to focus on something for my girl," she smiled genuinely.
Rachel pressed a kiss to her loves cheek, "You spoil me."
"Impossible," she chuckled softly, "now, sit, come see what goodies I have in this basket for you." The golden haired beauty laced her fingers with her brunette counterpart and led them to the blanket before gently guiding them to sit.
"You really didn't have to do this," Rachel gushed, touched that her girlfriend had gone through the trouble of surprising her like this.
"I know, but I wanted to," Quinn reassured her as she shuffled back against the wall and drew Rachel between her legs.
The small brunette reached for her counterparts arms and wrapped them around herself as she leaned back into the warm body she was so accustomed to being enveloped by, "You're so good to me," she uttered contently.
"I try," she singsonged before pecking a kiss to a shoulder. "Remember those vegetable samosas you went nuts for when you were pregnant?"
"I was so sad when that deli closed," she replied forlornly.
"Well," she drawled, "they didn't close."
"They didn't?" She asked, thoroughly confused.
"Nope," she popped her p, "they relocated and..." She nudged the basket with the tip of her shoe.
"You didn't?!" She questioned disbelievingly.
"I did," the blonde grinned, "I remembered how much you loved them and when I saw their new place there was no way I couldn't go inside and get some for you."
Rachel lifted one of the hands interlocked with her own and pressed a kiss to the heel of the palm, "I have the best girlfriend ever," she mooned.
Quinn shrugged before replying nonchalantly, "I try."
The pair sat in comfortable silence, just content to be with each other, neither really thinking of anything. Rachel's phone buzzed in her pocket breaking them out of their blissful quiet.
The diva reluctantly let go of her girlfriends hands and pulled her phone out of her pocket, "It's Noah," she uttered quietly, her mind suddenly back to the fearfulness of leaving the young man alone with their daughters.
"Hey," pale fingers slipped beneath the cotton barrier of the brunettes shirt and began massaging against a hip, she knew it was cheating, she even felt remotely guilty but she needed to get Rachel to relax, "they're going to be ok."
"I know," Rachel sighed, "I just worry. What if it's too much and he can't handle it, Quinn?"
"Don't ever let Puck hear you say that he can't handle anything," the blonde pressed a kiss to a warm cheek, "he'll be fine, ok? It's not like he hasn't had both the girls before."
"He's never had them overnight though, never mind a whole weekend."
"It'll be ok, Rach. We can call him later tonight and we're going to see them all tomorrow."
"I know," she slumped further into the golden haired mother, "it's just that..."
"It's just what?"
"I feel so guilty. When I had Charlie, I knew that I'd be in this alone and that I wouldn't be able to pass her off onto someone else so I could have a break and now that's exactly what I'm doing and I feel bad because she's my responsibility and no one else's and I've somehow managed to encroach on you and Noah and-"
"Rachel, shut up."
"I-what?"
Quinn rest her head on Rachel's shoulder, "I said shut up. You're not encroaching on anything with anyone. You shouldn't feel any kind of guilt because we're a family, granted we're a weird little family but we're family and we make it work. I know that when everything started out you thought you'd be alone in having to raise Charlie, but you're not and you know that and I think that it scares you a little bit and that's ok but Charlie, she has a big sister and a Mama who love her more than anything on this earth and a dad who I'm pretty sure feels exactly the same way. As for you, you are definitely not alone. You have your dads, Artie, San, Puck, Mercedes, everyone else in Glee, you have my mom because believe it or not she thinks the world of you and you have me and while I can't make promises for everyone else, I can promise you that I'm not going anywhere."
Rachel closed her eyes and let her girlfriends words wash over her, she had absolutely no idea how she'd ended up so lucky and that's what scared her, because as hard as it'd been to get to where they were she knew that life could change in the blink of an eye and how easily everything could all slip away.
"I know everything started because..." she tried to think of the best way to phrase this, "life took an unfortunate turn, but it's not always going to be unfortunate turns, Rach. There's still so much good and it's ok to want that and to hope for it. It's not all going to come crashing down on you and even IF and I mean IF it did, I'll be by your side through all of it, the good and the bad."
"I'm so very lucky to have you," she uttered quietly.
"Yeah, well," she could feel the blush rising in her cheeks, "you're not so bad yourself."
Silence lapsed back between the two, pale fingers still working against soft skin.
"Quinn..."
"Rach..."
"What are you doing?"
She heard the subtle hitch in her girlfriends breath, felt the slight shift against her body. I guess we're done talking then. "You were thinking too loud."
Rachel chuckled breathily, "If you don't stop, I'm going to have a problem."
Quinn's free hand came up and moved the veil of dark hair, revealing her lovers neck so that she could press kisses against the goose pimpled column, "Want me to stop?"
"No, not really."
"I didn't think you would," she smirked against skin.
Quinn's hand continued massaging Rachel's sensitive hip, her other hand joining it's counterpart beneath the material and tracing patterns against the skin of the diva's abdomen.
Rachel pressed herself further into the blonde, her head lolling back onto the shoulder behind her.
Skilful fingers drifted from their place on olive skinned hips, tracing the denim waistband until they reached the fastening and set to work on the button and zipper in their way.
The brunette was still amazed at how easy she found it to give herself over to her girlfriend, how she had no fears about being so vulnerable around the other girl, she knew that she trusted Quinn inexplicably in ways she had never allowed herself to trust anyone before and she knew that what she shared with the blonde was something rare, especially given what had happened to her.
Quinn slipped her hand beneath the barrier of Rachel's panties and released a breath against the shell of an ear, "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" she shot back shakily.
Fingers slowly traced along the heated slit and she swallowed the moan that wanted to fall from her lips, "I have a pretty good idea right now."
Rachel's hand reached back and tangled in gold tresses, her breathing picking up speed from the tortuously slow touch of her girlfriend.
Hot, open mouthed kisses scorched a path along the side of the brunettes throat.
Nimble fingers slipped between swollen lips to be rewarded with silky wet and traced a path from top to bottom, gauging how much room the jeans would allow.
"Oh God..."
Her free hand slid further under the material of her lovers shirt, skirting up to trace the cup of the bra, her fingers lightly grazing against skin.
"Quinn..."
Fingers splayed against a breast, squeezing lightly, still aware of how sensitive the mounds were and fingers began tracing circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves nestled between thighs.
"You're trying to kill me," she half moaned.
Hazel eyes delight in the pleasure she's inflicting, ignoring her own need only made more persistent by the body pressing and squirming against her.
Rachel's head turns and buries against Quinn's collarbone as a moan rips through her chest.
A tongue darts out against rose pink lips.
Fingers begin tracing tighter circles.
Hands clutch desperately at the thighs encasing her as she shakes with need.
"Fuck..."
A breathy whimper enters the air that's filled with panting gasps, she knows her girl is close, knows that cuss words only reach the surface when she's near. She doesn't bother to control her breathing, she knows that her desperate pants only highlight her own arousal. She wants desperately to be incased in tight heat but knows the confines of the jeans won't allow for it but she's too lost in the sounds she's provoking from her girlfriend to find the will to stop to remove them.
Her hand forces it's way beneath the cup of the bra, her fingers drawing circles around the pebbled nipple as her fingers speed up their movement against quivering flesh.
She can feel the coil within her winding tight, she's close to letting go but she's desperately trying to hold out, not wanting her girlfriends touch to come to an end.
"God, I want you."
And just like that, she let's go, the desire in the blondes voice pushing her over the edge as she bucks and spasms against the hand that's so intent on drawing out her pleasure for as long as possible, her girlfriends name drawn out as she gives in to her release.
Slowing her movements as the quivering mess against her comes down from her high she carefully extracts her hands from their confines and wraps them protectively around the tiny divas waist and places kiss atop the dark mess of hair.
"Fuck..." she pants, her senses slowly returning to her.
"Yeah," she agrees, trying to reign in her arousal.
"That was..."
"Yeah."
"Cheating."
Quinn chuckled, "I have no idea what you're on about." She pressed a kiss to Rachel's temple, "But are you really complaining?"
Rachel shook her head with a soft laugh, "You know it was cheating." Slowly she sat up, slightly distancing herself from the blonde so that she could turn around, "I have one thing to say to you, Quinn Fabray."
An eyebrow quirked inquisitively, "And what's that, Rachel Berry?"
She flashed her girlfriend a wicked grin, "My turn."
Author's note: Guess who's back from the dead?! Did you miss me? Haha probably not. Long story short, I was on some meds that seriously screwed me up and prevented all creativity so I literally couldn't write even if I wanted to but I've come off them and now I'm getting ideas back in my head and working on things. I've spent the last 3-4 days on a mass writing spree (I'm currently working on chapter 42), all sorts of things are happening with our girls. I haven't decided yet if I'm gonna mass dump the chapters or try and space them all out, thoughts?