Part 4
"Mmm. Lower." Rachel directs her fingers lower, to massage the lower part of her tummy.
"Here?" Holding her from behind, she keeps on caressing her stomach, lips against her neck and shoulder.
"Yes." She pushes back into the blonde, who just kisses along her neck and up, to her ear.
"How are your cramps?" She nuzzles behind her ear.
"Better now." She holds Quinn's palm there.
"Do you need me to make you a hot tea?" She kisses the skin behind her ear and cuddles up behind her.
"Later, just hold me." Rachel curls more on herself and the blonde cheerleader does the same, adjusting around the brunette.
"You got any painkillers?" She keeps on rubbing her stomach and when Rachel whimpers, she gently rolls her on her stomach, with her hand under her to keep it pressed. "Here, try this."
"I am sorry." She wipes a lone tear.
"What are you even apologizing for?" She shifts to kiss her cheek.
"You came over thinking we could…" She nods between them. "And you have to take care of me."
"We're not together just to have sex, even if it's quite spectacular." She nuzzles her cheek. "I like our moments together and you'd take care of me, if roles were reversed."
"Of course." She sniffles.
"Then, don't worry about it and let me take care of you." She kisses her forehead. "Why don't you try and get some sleep?"
"Don't leave." She brings her arms around her and nuzzles her face into the pillow, curling on herself.
"I won't." Quinn settles against her back, hand pressed over her stomach. Once she feels the brunette completely relax, she brings her lips to her ear. "I love you." She whispers it in less than a breath. She says it to get it out of her chest and her mind. But not out of bravery.
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"Quinn, you can't fall asleep. Did you hear what the doctors said? You might have a concussion, so you have to stay alert." She shakes her, pulling her back from her semi
sleep state.
"I'm awake. I'm awake." Quinn groans, fighting to keep her eyes open for the lights around them. "Can we just turn the lights off? My head is killing me."
"Of course, but I'll keep the lamp on." She stands from the couch to turn the living room off, safe from the lamp on one of the small tables, that keeps the room in a yellow
glow.
"Mmm." Quinn breathes slowly, adjusting her seating position not to bother her ribs too much.
"Do you need some more ice?" Rachel kneels beside her, brushing her bangs out of her eyes.
"No, I'm fine." She groans, leaning her head back to stare at Rachel. "I told my Mom."
"About what?" She keeps on brushing her hair back and kisses her temple.
"About us." When she says it, Rachel freezes. "It's been a few days already, but with Regionals and us…" She sighs. "We weren't exactly speaking much and I didn't have the chance to tell you."
"You're so frustrating." Rachel pulls back and sits at the far corner of the couch, away from her. "You keep doing these things, on your own, as if…as if you don't trust me that I can help you deal with it."
"Geez, Rachel, I didn't want to distract you." She winces when her ribs ache, as she turns towards her. "And I didn't know where we exactly stood last week, since you didn't even talk to me."
"Is it my fault now?!" She raises her voice and when Quinn doubles over, holding her head, she rushes to her side. "Quinn…"
"Painkillers are on the coffee table." She points to it and as soon as the brunette hands her a couple of tabs, she swallows it with a good amount of water.
"I'm sorry." Rachel helps her back against the couch and cups her face. "I shouldn't have yelled at you."
"I should have told you." She forces a smile.
"How did it go?" Leaning down she brushes a tentative kiss on her lips.
"Well, I still got a roof over my head and my car." She brushes the back of her hand over her cheek. "I think she suspected something though."
"Because, apparently, you cannot stop talking about me?" She smiles and kisses her softly. "Or because you chose Yale over Harvard to be closer?"
"That too." She grins and Rachel gets closer, kissing her once more. "I wanted to introduce you officially as my girlfriend, at the restaurant."
"We'll reschedule it, when you're better." She nips at her bottom lip. "She took it well."
"It looks like my sister is not the same bigot bitch I remember and she actually talked it out with my Mom. I had no idea Frannie changed that much." She whimpers when Rachel's lips trail along her jawline. "Rach…"
"I'm sorry." Pulling back, she kisses her apologetically. "Do you want to lie down in your room? But we have to keep you awake."
"I've got a couple of ideas about how you can do that." She smirks.
"We'll have to postpone that too. Remember? No strenuous physical activity." She pecks her pout. "No Cheerios and no sex." She whispers.
"That's rude." She groans.
"You'll make it up to me." Rachel kisses her once more and then, she helps her up the stairs towards her bedroom.
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"Rachel, hey." She rubs her eyes, clearly still half asleep. "What are you doing here?"
"I am here to pick you up? For our…" She trails off.
"Oh, what time is it?" She yawns behind her palm.
"It's past 6. Our reservation is at 7." She checks her watch. "You have plenty of time to get ready."
"Right, I totally forgot." She steps aside to let her in. "I had trouble sleeping last night and I dozed off on the couch."
"You look tired, are you sure you want to go out? I can still cancel it." Rachel closes the door behind her.
"No, we can go." Quinn yawns and leans against the doorway going into the living room. "Give me 15 minutes to have a quick shower."
"Quinn, let's cancel it okay? You look like you're about to fall asleep any minute now." She grabs her phone and dials the restaurant's number. "Yes, Hi. I booked a table for two under Berry but unfortunately, we are not able to come for dinner. Would you please cancel our reservation? Thank you."
"You didn't have to do that." She leans against the arm of the couch, rolling her head around until her neck cracks.
"Ouch, what was that?" Rachel rubs the back of her own neck.
"It sounds worse than it is." Tugging her by the front of her dress, she drops her forehead against her sternum and hugs her around the waist. "You look very pretty."
"It's a new dress, do you like it?" She runs her fingers through her hair. "Your hair is getting longer."
"I was thinking of having a drastic make-over." She nuzzles her chest.
"Like what? Getting a mohawk?" She chuckles.
"Having a cut and dying it pink." She looks up at the brunette. "I also could get a tattoo."
"A tattoo? Really, Quinn?" She shakes her head.
"Yep, right here." She points to her lower back. "What do you say?"
"You're not serious." Rachel looks at her, incredulous.
"Am I?" Quinn smirks up at her and stands back up, looking down into her eyes.
"Lucy Quinn Fabray." Rachel stomps her foot down, when she cannot break that smirk that sort of unnerves her but that, at the same time, turns her on.
"Rachel Barbra Berry." Quinn takes her hands and pulls her flushed against her. "Do you want to go for a swim?"
"Now? I didn't bring my swimsuit." She looks at the backyard, where she can get a glimpse of the illuminated pool.
"You can borrow one of mine or…" Peering down the front of her dress, she licks her lips. "We can go skinny dipping."
"I am not going to give your neighbors a free show just because you want to have sex in a pool." She pushes her back.
"No one can see us. I promise you," She dips her head down to brush her lips along her neck. "Rachel…"
"Quinn, no." She whimpers when teeth nip up to her earlobe.
"Fine, let's get you a swimsuit then." She pulls back and makes her way upstairs. "You're coming?"
"Damn it." Rachel catches up with her and follows her into her room.
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"Hello?" Rachel gets to the front door on Quinn's behalf.
"Hello, does Quinn Fabray live here?" A woman in what she is assuming is her 30s stands on the porch, holding a little brunette girl's hand.
"Yes, she lives here. How may I help you?" The brunette looks back at the living room, where she has left the blonde.
"Quinn!" The little girl, no older than 5, slips away from her mother's grasp at the cheerleader's sight, who braces herself when the smaller body collides with hers.
"Ouch." Holding her ribs, she stands upright despite the impact.
"I found you." She nuzzles her face against the fabric of her sweatpants, clinging to her.
"Would you like to come in?" Rachel invites the older woman in, following her girlfriend back into the living room.
"Allie, stop bothering Quinn so much. She is still recovering and you don't want to hurt her, honey." The woman sits on the armchair across from them.
"It's fine, Sarah." Quinn keeps the little girl in her arms and tickles her tummy with her good hand. "You've gone back to school?"
"Monday, but here…" She takes her Hello Kitty backpack off and rummaging inside, she gets a drawing out.
"Is it for me?" Quinn smiles and takes it. "Who is this girl with a cape?"
"You." Looking down shyly, she drops her head against her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I am kind of lost." Rachel has been witnessing the scene for the whole time. "How do you know Quinn? From the church?"
"Rachel…" Quinn looks up at her girlfriend. "It's a long story."
"Quinn saved me." The small girl clings to Quinn's shirt.
"She saved you?" She is even more lost.
"You didn't…I thought you told your family what happened." The older woman looks between the two high school girls.
"I didn't exactly have the chance to say what happened that night." Quinn kisses Allie's forehead.
"What? When?" Rachel sits beside her.
"The night of my car accident, I wasn't the only one involved. It was kind of dark and I was rushing to pick my Mom for our dinner when I almost crashed into someone else." She looks over at Sarah. "There was a car in the middle of the path and I swerved right to avoid it, but I hit one of the fences and I bumped my head against the steering wheel."
"That explains that, but what happened next?" She looks between her girlfriend and the other woman in the living room.
"Well, when I got out of the car, I had a bump but nothing major. I wanted to call my Mom when I heard someone cry for help and that's when I saw her car in the ditch." She looks down at Allie. "They were trapped in, about to fall off the cliff."
"Our doors were stuck and I didn't know how to get Allie out of there." She looks at her daughter. "I didn't care about anything else."
"Of course." Rachel turns to Quinn. "There was no one else who could have helped you?"
"I didn't think of asking for help and I just…I just acted you know? I broke into the rear window and helped them out, before the car crashed into the ground." She looks
at the small girl and her heart aches, thinking about the baby she has carried for 9 months and that she cannot even call her daughter.
"Hadn't it been for Quinn, we wouldn't be here to tell this story." Sarah wipes the corner of her eyes. "Allie lost her Daddy eight months ago."
"Everything turned for the best." Quinn smiles when the smaller girl's hands wrap around her golden cross.
"We should get going now, we have some errands to run." Sarah stands back up. "We wanted to drop by to see how you were doing."
"That was very kind of you." She helps Allie down and kisses her forehead. "Thanks for the drawing, I'll always keep it with me, also when I move out next year."
"Oh, where?" Her smile drops.
"Not too far, I promise." She stands up, with Rachel's attentive eyes on her.
"Okay." She goes back to her Mom, who just lifts her up in her arms.
"Thank you for dropping by." Quinn smiles and walks them to the door. "You have my number, yes?"
"Yes. Right, Allie?" Sarah turns to her daughter, who looks at her new friend with her big green eyes.
"Bye Quinn." Allie waves at her.
"Bye Allie." Quinn squeezes her hand. "I'll see you soon."
"Have a speedy recovery and thank you again." Sarah pulls her in one arm hug and just walks out of the door.
"When I think there's no way I can fall even more in love with you, you do this…" Rachel leans against the archway of the living room, watching her with a soft smile.
"I didn't know they'd be coming, I swear." Quinn walks back to her, holding onto her ribs as she gets closer.
"I know." Standing on her tiptoes, she circles her neck with her arms. "You saved their lives."
"I did what anyone would have done in my shoes." She braces herself against the wall with her good hand.
"Maybe or maybe not." She tries her fingers along the collar of her polo shirt. "You're that little girl's hero."
"Until the next Marvel superhero comes along." She leans down to drop a kiss against her smiling lips.
"Well, you're my hero then." She kisses her slowly. "And it's not easy to impress me."
"Oh really? What if someone serenades you under your window?" She opens her mouth to graze her tongue over Rachel's.
"Is that your surprise for our anniversary?" She tugs her closer, pressing their bodies together.
"Damn, you got me. I'll have to think of something else." She smirks and Rachel surges forward, kissing her a little harder.
"What time is your Mom coming home?" Her hands slip under the hem of her polo, to scratch along her abs.
"Not before 5. We've got some time." Quinn nuzzles her nose against hers.
"Let's go up to your room. I've got something to show you." She grabs her by the hand and tugs, mindful not to rush her too much.
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"Welcome back to McKinley!" Ben Israel shouts in his microphone. "Finn! Finn Hudson! How was your summer?!"
"Get away from me, JewFro." He pushes him back, already struggling to get his locker open. "Damn it."
"Are you sure it's your locker?" He chips in and Finn checks the number. When he storms away, kicking the lockers, he gets his answer. "Rachel? Rachel
Berry?!" As soon as he spots her, his eyes fill with imaginary hearts for the love of his life.
"Hi, Jacob." She closes her locker and leans against it, hiding the new pictures she has stored inside. Pictures of herself, her friends and Quinn, of
course.
"My dear Rachel, how was your summer?" He gets a little too close. "Your better half doesn't want to release any statement."
"My better half?" Her eyes search for a familiar blonde, but she's nowhere in sight.
"Yes, Finn was too busy fighting with his locker to drop us a comment but our viewers are just curious. Are you going to make it work? It's your last year." He holds the microphone in front of her.
"Well, Jacob, I am afraid you've been misinformed but Finn and I haven't gotten together after Nationals." She tucks her hair behind her ear, staring at his camera. "We realized it would never work and well…we are just friends and co-captains of the Glee club."
"Whoa! What a scoop!" He points the camera to himself. "You're broken up for good? And is there someone else in your life?"
When she spots Quinn, down the hallway, she just holds her hand up, cutting the interview short. It's easy to follow the blonde, who is still parting the crowd with her eyes and no one dares to stand in her way.
She follows her through the empty gym and out of the back door, until they're alone under the bleachers.
"Quinn…" Rachel calls for her, but she stops dead in her tracks when she sees the cigarette dangling from her lips. "You smoke?"
"From time to time." She lights it up, blowing the smoke through her nostrils. "What's up?"
"I…" She looks at the "non-smoking sign" behind her and back at the blonde, who seems not to care about trespassing and breaking the rules. "I hoped to run into you before we got to class."
"Here I am." She inhales again and looks at her.
"Did I do something wrong? You sound mad…" She holds onto the straps of her messenger bag.
"I'm peachy." She throws the cigarette to the ground and just kills it with her tennis shoes. "I am supposed to meet Santana in the locker room, can we talk later?"
"Sure, of course." She nods and turns her head, when Quinn drops a kiss against her cheek as she passes her by.
She turns to look at her and just sighs.
Why does it feel like they're starting all over again?
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"Kurt, have you seen Rachel?" She finds him in the choir room, but there is no sign of her girlfriend.
"We were in the auditorium rehearsing for our NYADA audition. She must have stayed behind to practice some more." He gathers his music sheets and stores them away in his
bag.
"NYADA audition? She got in?" She furrows her brows.
"Yes, we both made it to the shortlist. I thought she had told you." He walks out of the room, shutting the lights off.
"No, we didn't talk about that. Thank you for letting me know." She turns on her heels to walk towards the auditorium.
"Quinn?" Kurt calls out for her and when she turns, he keeps going. "I think she needs your support in this, more than she even wants to admit."
"Thanks, Kurt." She nods with a smile and resumes her walk down the hallway. As soon as she gets to the auditorium, she pushes the doors open as quietly as possible so as not to bother the girl on stage.
In the dark, she finds the nearest seat and she just leans forward, listening to Rachel's voice. Despite how many times she has heard her, it always feels like the first
time all over again and her heart fills with love for her.
'Cause I'm a commer
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody
It's gonna rain on my parade!
She holds her breath as Rachel belts the last note out, hitting it perfectly just like Barbra would have. And she knows it so well, given how many times they have watched it together.
She can't help herself and just stands, clapping loudly.
"Who's there? This is a private session!" Rachel squints her eyes, trying to see in the dark. Her scowl turns into a smile when her eyes recognize the familiar cheerleader.
"I am supposed to drive you home, have you forgotten about that?" Quinn uses the stairs on the side to join her on stage.
"What time is it?" She reaches for Quinn's wrist to check the time out. "Oh, I must have lost track of it. I was…I was trying something for Nationals."
"Why didn't you tell me you heard back from NYADA?" She is not mad, but a part of her is sad that Rachel has kept it from her.
"I was supposed to tell you after Regionals but…" She steps up into Quinn and leans up on her tiptoes to kiss the corner of her lips. "Sorry."
"When is your audition?" Her hands land on her hips, playing with the hem of her argyle vest.
"Next week and it's in Columbus." She looks down. "Burt is taking us. I mean, he is taking Kurt and I'll go with them."
"No need, I can take you." She tilts her chin up. "We can take a day off school, without ruining our perfect track records."
"Speak for yourself, Miss Valedictorian." She leans up to nuzzle her forehead against her chin. "You don't have to drive me."
"But I want to." She pulls her a little closer. "In two weeks I have to fly to Texas, but I don't want to miss your audition as long as you want me there."
"Of course." She grips the front of her uniform and when their heads tilt, she captures her lips for a tender kiss. "Thank you."
"For what, Superstar?" She cups her face and tilts it to kiss her a little longer.
"For the way you make me feel." Rachel nuzzles their noses together and kisses her again and again.
"No need to thank me." She pushes her forehead against hers. "Do you remember the last time we were here on our own?" She looks around.
"When you tried to send me on my way." Rachel looks over at the piano and back at her.
"I still want you to achieve your dreams." Quinn meets her eyes.
"But I won't be alone.." She holds their laced hands between their chests. "I am not going anywhere without you."
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"You set the piano on fire! You realize how irresponsible that was?!" She shouts at Quinn, who winces. "You damaged a school property and you could be suspended for it!"
"No, I won't be suspended." She chuckles.
"Oh right, because this was just another brilliant idea of that psycho of your Coach. Congratulations, Quinn, you made her proud!" She claps sarcastically. It's just the two of them in the locker room, where she has followed Quinn after everyone else has left.
"Geez, can you chill out? No one will care about a freaking purple piano." She drops on one of the benches, to tie her shoes. "People are going to thank me because I stopped another Blaine's One Man Show. God knows we've got enough of his solos."
"At least he tries to do something for our Glee club. What do you do huh? Besides sabotaging our numbers, of course." She scoffs. "You have been working against it for years, that I don't even know why you are still with us."
"Really? You don't know?" She looks at her, brow raised. "You don't think I am staying for you?"
"For me? You can't even look at me when we're in Glee and you're staying for me? For us?" She laughs. "That's bullshit and you know it."
"Look, do you want me to apologize for having ruined Blaine's solo? Fine, I'll apologize to him. Happy?" She reaches for a fresh t-shirt to wear over her bra.
"No, I am not happy." She crosses her arms over her chest. "What's happening to us, Quinn?"
"What do you mean?" She furrows her brows.
"God, you don't even see it?" She wipes her cheeks angrily. "We had a summer of bliss until it was just the two of us but when it's not us, you…you're just someone else. Someone I don't even know."
"Rachel, that's not true." She stands to get closer to her. "It's me. I'm the same girl who…"
"You can't even say it. Do I mean anything to you? Or was it just a summer fling to you? Maybe, it was just a bet huh? Did you date me to prove something to someone? Maybe to Santana or some of your Cheerio friends?" She pushes against her chest.
"Hey, that's not fair." Quinn yells back at her, clearly hurt. "What I feel for you is real, it's not some sordid plan to hurt and humiliate you. You mean something to me." She looks at her, with tears in her eyes. "You mean everything to me."
"Prove it! Prove it, Quinn." She shouts back in her face. "Prove it to me, because I only hear words and I'm tired of your empty promises."
"Rachel, you don't mean it." She wipes her cheeks and tries to get to the brunette.
"I…I have to go. My Daddy is going to wonder where I am." She storms out of the locker room, with tears blurring her vision and her heart aching in her chest.
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"Hey." Finn finds her sitting on the bleachers, eyes on the field where Quinn is leading another training session. The second of the day.
"Hello, Finn." She lifts her sunglasses over her head and looks at him, with a soft smile.
"She doesn't know how to give them a break, does she?" He sits beside her, wincing at the way the blonde captain is shouting at the rest of the cheerleaders. "I would have passed out by now."
"She is programmed to win, but it doesn't surprise me since competition runs in the family." She leans her chin on her hands, perched on her knees. "Her sister won a title and so did her Mom. She wants to make them proud."
"I think a part of her wants to make you proud too." He nudges her. "We could win this year."
"As long as you keep your mouth away from me." She chuckles. "And it's not Santana that you should really worry about, this time."
"I didn't strike her as the jealous type." He looks over at Quinn, waving as her eyes find them on the bleachers. "Can you tell her I come in peace? I am not going to try anything."
"You're scared of Quinn? You dated her." Rachel smirks at his slouched stance. "You had guys twice her size tackling you, I am sure you can handle a girl."
"A girl who aims for my balls? No thanks. Guys tend to steer away from where it hurts the most." He covers the front of his pants, when he feels Quinn's eyes on him again.
"How have you been?" She looks at him. "I haven't seen you in the last couple of games but maybe I just didn't pay enough attention. Football has never been my thing."
"But Cheerleading is your thing?" He holds his hands up in surrender. "I'm just teasing you. Coach benched me."
"I am sorry to hear that." She squeezes his hands. "I am sure it's a temporary thing and you'll be our Quarterback soon."
"The season is almost over and she clearly prefers Sam, we have managed to win a couple of games since then." He shrugs. "I don't mind it, really. I think football was never my thing. I got into it because Quinn would have never dated me otherwise and I ended up liking the popularity."
"What are your plans for the future? Did you apply for college?" She nods.
"Burt needs some help at the tire shop and I might just take a year off. We'll see what happens next." He tucks his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "Kurt told me about your audition next week. Burt has some business out of town, so I'll be driving you Kurt. You're coming with us, right?"
"Actually, Quinn offered to drive me and be there during the audition." She looks over at the field, to see her standing at the top of the pyramid before being launched in the air, flipping backwards. "Jesus." She holds a hand over her chest when she is caught by the cheerleaders under her.
"Oh, we could all drive together if you want. There's enough room in my truck." Finn nods. "It's like a small field trip."
"I'll run it by Quinn and get back at you, sounds good?" She looks at the taller guy, who nods and stands up. "Thanks for the offer."
"Anytime." He dusts his pants and looks over at the football field. "Say hi to Quinn for me."
"I will do." She sends him one last smile and when he smiles back at her, in the same way he used to, she realizes there are no feelings left for him.
All of her belongs to Quinn and only Quinn.
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"Are you going to sing a duet with him?" She is the one storming in the choir room, sure she would have found her still there, practicing on her own.
"Finn is my co-captain and our voices mix very well together. We won competitions by singing duets, so why shouldn't we try again for Sectionals?" She
shrugs.
"Did you forget you caused us to lose Nationals last year? Your great chemistry did more damage than good." She scoffs.
"I realize Finn's gesture was too impulsive, but he, at least, is not scared to show his feelings." She gathers her music sheets in her bag.
"Oh right, he's not like me right?" She crosses her arms over her chest. "Precious Finn is not afraid to get what he wants and to throw it away when he's
done playing with it. Didn't he do that to you?"
"And so did you, when you cheated on him behind his back. You're not that different." Rachel turns her back to her.
"Really now? How many times did he bother to take you out for dinner, making sure you could actually eat something more than stale breadsticks and tap water?" She takes a step closer. "How many times did he let you pick a movie and go through it, without asking to cop a feel or make-out because he was frigging bored after 10 minutes?"
"Stop it." Rachel looks at her.
"How many times did he really listen to you because he was really interested in what you had to say?" She takes another step closer. "How many times he picked you up from your dance class, so you didn't have to walk or take the bus because you're kind of an awful driver?"
"Quinn, I mean it…" She stops her from coming any closer but her hands grip onto her uniform, rather than push her away.
"How many nights have we laid in each other's arms, just because it was all we needed to feel happy?" She reaches for her wrists, caressing them. "How many nights have we made love for hours, feeling like it was never enough?"
"Stop it." She drops her forehead against her collarbone and sinks into her arms. The arms of the girl she has fallen so madly in love with.
"All of these things? I do them because I care for you." She kisses the crown of her head. "I have so many feelings for you that my heart beats so hard in my chest, when I see you or hear you or touch you." She nuzzles her hair. "Or kiss you." She kisses her temple.
"You know I feel the same for you." She slips her arms around her waist and rests her head against her shoulder, breathing slowly.
"Why can't that be enough?" She whispers and holds Rachel a little closer.
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"What did Finn want?" She reclines back, hands behind her head, as Rachel snuggles into her side, pressed up naked under the blanket they're sharing.
"He says 'Hi'." She chuckles and plays with the cross dangling around her neck.
"Really? He sits with you for that long just to say 'Hi'?" She looks down at the brunette, who grins up at her. "What?"
"Your jealousy over Finn is so endearing and funny." Rolling on top of the blonde cheerleader, she reaches for her hands and stretches their arms to the side, resting completely against her.
"He meant something to you, even if I don't know what you found in him that you almost gave up on your future to be with him." She rolls her eyes.
"If I recall correctly, you were ready to marry him and become a real estate agent just to keep him away." She leans down to kiss her slowly. "What did you see in him?"
"I saw you and I just wanted him the farthest away from you." She laces their fingers together. "You deserved more than being stuck here with him."
"And so did you." She looks down into her eyes. "You're running for Valedictorian and you got into Yale. Quinn, you're amazing, do you realize that?" Perching herself on her hands, she pecks her again. "You could have anyone. You could meet someone at your level at Yale."
"Rachel, how many times do I have to say it to make you believe me? I want you." She cups her face. "I choose you." She leans up to kiss her. "I love you and only you."
"But…" Sitting up, she brings the blanket with her, covering herself. "Quinn, it's Yale. It's the place where future Presidents or Nobel Prizes get educated and you…why do you want to tie yourself to me? I am no one. What if I fail my audition? I'll be stuck in Lima."
"Have you ever thought that I could care less about Politicians or Nobel Prizes? Maybe and just maybe, I want to build a future with a future Broadway star and EGOT winner?"
She sits up as well, hands tugging the blanket from around her.
"Do you know what an EGOT is?" She circles her neck with her arms.
"Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, Tony." Her palms brush along the sides of her ribcage and up, cupping the underside of her breasts. "Surprised?"
"Not exactly." She lifts herself until she can circle her waist with her legs, pressing her against her lower abs.
"Nope, you're right." She drops her right hand between her legs, cupping her. "This is something else."
"Are you going to do something about that?" She whimpers when her fingertips slide between her folds.
"Maybe." With her other arm, she circles her waist and just rolls them over, sliding two fingers in as their lips crush once more.
"Quinn…" She moans against her lips and just bucks her hips up, meeting her fingers moving inside of her.
"Move with me." She slides in and out, breathing against her parted lips.
"Yes. Harder." Her nails scratch down her girlfriend's back, to cling onto. "My…my clit."
"Oh really? You need me to touch you here?" Her thumb rubs the underside of it, making Rachel arch more under her. "You're so fucking beautiful."
"More. More, please." She nips along her jawline and down to her neck. She leaves angry marks on her porcelain skin. She leaves her mark on the girl, who is getting her closer to the edge.
"Mm yes. You're tightening so bad for me." With more pressure against her nub, she feels the brunette cling to her with so much need that she will hurt in the morning.
"Make me come." She sobs in pleasure and grabs the nearest pillow to muffle her moans. They should think of making Quinn's room soundproof like hers, so they don't have to worry about being heard.
"Come for me, Superstar." Lowering her head, she latches her lips around her right nipple and the added pleasure is enough to trigger Rachel's orgasm.
It is enough to let her see stars and white behind her lids. It is enough to make her thrash, from side to side, trying not to lose grip on reality as her body aches in pleasure.
"Quinn. Quinn." She chants in the quiet room. No sounds are made besides the rustling of the sheets and the whimpers coming from her.
"You're alright. You're fine, babe." Quinn kisses her flushed cheek, pulling out to caress her thigh and up her side.
"Quinn…" She nuzzles her cheek against the blonde's, who cradles her head between her forearms and just showers her face with tender kisses.
"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." She whispers against her forehead.
"I love you." She whispers against her ear.
"I love you too." Resting her cheek against her temple, she settles against the brunette who is recovering from her high.
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She never misses school. Even pregnant or sick, there wasn't a day she has missed and not seeing or hearing from her for five days straight just worries her. No one else has been in touch with Quinn, not even Santana and that's odd even for their dysfunctional friendship.
That's why she stands on her front porch, sure that Quinn will be home since her red car is in the driveway.
"Quinn?" She rings the doorbell. "Quinn? It's me." She knocks on the door but when she gets no answer she gets even more worried. "Quinn!" She slaps her firmly on the door and when the door finally swings open, she sighs in relief.
"Where's the fire?" Her words are kind of slurred and she looks like a truck came out of nowhere and hit her. "Oh, hi." She grins stupidly.
"Quinn, what happened to you?" She moves forward to catch the blonde, when she stumbles forward reaching for her.
"What do you mean? I am peachy!" She giggles and leans heavily onto the brunette, who helps her back inside and walks them to the living room, to drop her on the couch. "Peachy Vodka!" She grins.
"You're drunk." She checks the empty bottles on the table. "What the hell, Quinn?"
"Ouch, my ears." She holds her hands over her ears. "You remind me of someone."
"I'll get you some water and a good cup of coffee." She shakes her head and walks to the kitchen, to get her a bottle of fresh water and make a fresh
pot.
"There's more booze under the sink. The good stuff." Quinn leans heavily against the doorway. "Gimme some more."
"You're going to get sick if you don't stop drinking and take a seat." She scowls and pours a good amount of coffee in Quinn's NYC mug. "Here."
"I don't want this." She pushes it away and Rachel almost drops it. "I want more vodka. I need it."
"Why? Why do you need to drink so badly?" She sits the mug down and catches the blonde around the waist, when she bends and almost trips over herself.
"Oh, you want this?" Turning around, she pulls her closer. "You've always wanted me didn't you?"
"You know I did but you're drunk." She stops her wandering hands.
"It happened before." She laughs bitterly.
"Not with me." She's hurt. "Do you think I could ever take advantage of you like that?" Pulling back, she crosses her arms over her chest. "Who do you
think I am?"
"Babe, I was kidding." She hiccups. "I am consenting to whatever you want to do to me." She grins but it just infuriates her more.
"I can't be here when you're like this." She gets her phone and sends a quick text to her contact. "You're going to forget about this, but I don't want to end up saying things that I don't really mean."
"Rachel, where are you goinggg?" She slurs and tries to go after her, but she stumbles again. She is too drunk to catch up with her.
"Is everything alright!?" Sam pushes his blonde bangs back with his sunglasses and looks between the girls.
"Can you handle her? I can't do this when she acts like that." She looks at the blonde girl, bent over the kitchen island and laughing to herself.
"Is she drunk?" He furrows his brows
"Wasted. Can you drop me a text when she's asleep? I hope her Mom doesn't catch her like this or she'll be grounded for life." She sends her one last glance.
"I'll take care of it." He nods softly. "Don't worry."
"Thank you, Samuel." She leans up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek and then, she slips out of the door without Quinn even noticing her absence.
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She can't stop pacing. She goes back and forth in the hallway outside the auditorium, where the auditions take place.
She goes back and forth and she stops.
She stops to take a look at the wristwatch she has borrowed from Quinn's wrist. When she realizes no time has really gone by - besides seconds - she resumes pacing down the hallway, until she stops again.
"God, you're making me dizzy." Finn looks away from her, trying to focus on the sports magazine he brought along. "Can you stop doing that?"
"Finn, I don't think you realize how important and what a pivotal moment of my life this is." She huffs. "This is like a sliding door into my future. If I go in there and make an impression, my dream to become an EGOT winner will be a little closer." She throws a glance at Quinn, who just smirks while reading through her book.
"Didn't you want to be a Broadway? What does an egg have to do with it?" He rubs the back of his head.
"EGOT, not egg." Quinn mutters a word that totally sounds like 'moron', under her breath.
"Hey! I heard that." He feels offended. "Cause you know what that means?"
"Really?" Quinn raises an eyebrow at her. "Do you know who my girlfriend is?" She looks over at Rachel, who just swoons at the word coming out of Quinn's lips so naturally. "Finn, can you go get some coffee? Or anything really."
"Fine, but I am not one of your cheerleaders that you can boss around." He stomps down the hallways, in search of something to relax Rachel but also himself.
"Yet, you're going." She snickers and stands, dropping the book to the side. She watches Rachel pace back and forth, nervously looking at her watch. "Rach…"
"I know, okay? But I can't..," She turns on her heels to walk the opposite direction. "I am too worried to stop or sit down or just…" When she turns again, she walks right into Quinn's open arms, who pulls her to a stop.
"It's okay, I've got you." She rubs up and down her back, resting her hands against the small of her back.
"What if they don't like my song? Carmen Tibideaux is the Dean of Vocal Performance and Song Interpretation. She is not easy to impress and the rate of people that she dismisses is almost 70%."
"Well, you won't have to worry because you're going to be falling in the remaining 30%." She pulls back to look at her. "I don't know anyone who is more talented than you."
"You're certainly biased because of our relationship and your feelings for me. Your trust in me is very inspirational and appreciated but there are many other guys and girls who want my same thing and would like a chance." She looks back at her.
"Probably, but I knew you were talented since you decided to sing Defying Gravity at the school show when we were in 7th grade. I saw it, right there, and I got so jealous because I would have never been so talented." She smiles. "But now I get it and I am just proud of you."
"You remember that show?" Rachel grips her by the sides and tugs her.
"Of course, I do." She leans down to kiss her quickly. "You're going to get into NYADA and take Broadway by storm."
"I love you, you know that?" She cups the back of her head and leans up to kiss her a little longer, taking the strength from her. Taking her confidence.
"I love you too." She whispers against her lips.
"Ahem." Finn coughs, looking away.
"Oh can it, Finn. We were just kissing." Quinn rolls her eyes at him and pulls from the brunette. "Nothing you haven't seen, we all kissed here."
"Mailman." He mutters and just leaves the coffee cups on the seats, heading for the nearest bathroom.
"I think you broke him, Quinn." She kisses her cheek.
"Guys…" She reaches for a cup and hands it to Rachel, who shakes her head. "I'll get you a fresh one when you're done."
"Rachel Berry?" A red haired woman, with a tablet, comes out of the audition room and calls for her.
"Good luck, Superstar." Quinn kisses her forehead and Rachel squeezes her hand.
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"I texted you." As usual, she finds her in the choir room, alone.
"I'm aware you did." Rachel barely looks up from the music sheets in front of her.
"You haven't returned my calls." Quinn moves further in the room, closing the door after herself.
"I've been busy drafting the songlist for Sectionals, since it seems I'm the only one who really cares about this club." She slaps the sheets on the piano, in frustration.
"Maybe if you asked for help, people would show they actually care." She looks at her.
"You're speaking from experience, are you? You're an expert in reaching out for help, when you need it." Her brow raises at her. "Like last week, when
you were drinking yourself as a coping mechanism for whatever was going on in your life."
"Okay, I deserve that and I know you're mad but…" She tries.
"No, Quinn. I am not mad." She looks at her. "I'm hurt and sad and I am so tired of this." She wipes the corner of her eyes. "Do you even know how much it pains me to see you like that without being able to help? Without being able to be there for the person I love and who should trust me?"
"I'm sorry, but there are things that I just need to handle on my own." She tries to take a step closer. "Rachel…"
"Getting drunk like that is not how you should handle things, but if that works for you, suit yourself." She gathers her things. "I don't think there's anything else I can do for you."
"Don't say that." Quinn follows her around the room. "I was in a very bad mood, but I appreciate you being there for me. I really do."
"Good for you." She lifts the messenger bag strap over her shoulder. "At least one of us thinks I was useful to something. Why were you in a bad mood?"
"It's in the past now, can we let it go?" She stops and looks away.
"You said you appreciated me being there for you, no? So, tell me what caused you so much pain that you had to raid your Mom's liquor cabinet." She taps her foot on the ground. "I'm waiting."
"Let's forget about it and just move on, okay? C'mon, I'll drive you home." She holds her hand out.
"No, Quinn. It's not okay and I am not going anywhere with you, until you tell me what happened." She presses. "We can stay here all night long, for all I care."
"Drop it, Rachel." She looks away.
"No, I am not going to drop it." She urges her on. "I am not going to ignore that you had a problem and you don't trust me, your girlfriend, to handle it."
"For God's sake, drop it!" She snaps at the brunette, who takes a step back.
Rachel reaches in her bag and just picks up her phone, sending a quick text before dropping it back inside.
"What did you do?" She furrows her brows.
"My Daddy will be picking me up in 10 minutes, you don't need to worry about driving me around anymore." She pushes her past her, to leave the choir room.
"What? But I was going to take you." She follows after her.
"I don't think it's a good idea." She keeps walking but Quinn just jogs until she stands in front of her. "Move."
"No. I am sorry, I shouldn't have snapped like that." She steps in her way. "Let me take you home or out, for dinner, so we can talk this through."
"I have nothing else to say to you, Quinn. It's clear where we stand and I am just sorry that we couldn't figure it out earlier." She holds onto her bag. "It could have spared us time and pain. I realize that it was probably a mistake."
"A mistake? You think we've made a mistake by dating each other?" She lowers her voice.
"God, if you feel like you need to whisper it even when it's obvious no one is here, besides us, it just proves my point. We shouldn't have tried for so long." She circles around the blonde, who grabs her by the wrist and keeps her from leaving. "Let me go."
"No, I can't." She turns the brunette to stare down into her eyes. "I can't let you go."
"But you can hurt me, like that." She looks up at her, with her eyes full of unshed tears. "You can throw me aside like I just don't matter but it hurts, Quinn. It hurts to see you in such pain without being able to help you, because you don't want me to."
"Rachel…" She cups her cheeks.
"I can't do this anymore, Quinn. I thought I could break through your walls, but there are too many and I have no strength to go on." She sniffles.
"You're breaking up with me?" She drops her hands from her face.
"I…I think we need to take a break. Maybe, spending some time apart will help us put things in the right perspective." She wipes her cheeks.
"I can't believe you're breaking up with me." Quinn is crying. Her tears stream down her face, landing on her letterman jacket.
"I'm sorry, Quinn." She tries to take her hands, but it's Quinn holding back now.
"Yeah, sure you are." Quinn is the one storming away, running down the hallway with her own tears running down her face.
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"I saw Russell." It's quiet now. It's quiet now that they have stopped rolling around in bed, celebrating the way the audition has gone. Celebrating Rachel's steps towards the future she has ever wanted.
"What?" Rachel rolls on her other side, to face the blonde who has been holding her from behind. "When did you see him?"
"Months ago." Her knuckles brush along her side, under the comforter draped over their naked bodies. "It was around Sectionals, more or less."
"You got wasted because of him." She furrows her brows and then looks back at Quinn. "It's always been because of him, but why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I needed to process it on my own and I know it's stupid, but it's how we work." She circles her waist with her arm and scoots closer, leaning down to kiss her softly. "I had to deal with it in the only way I knew."
"By pushing me away so I couldn't see how bad you were hurting?" Her palm cups her face. "Do you think I really couldn't see past those high walls you put all around you? I always saw you, Quinn."
"Even when I was just Lucy?" She looks away.
"Even then." She is the one leaning forward to drop a kiss on her lips. "I love Lucy as much as I love Quinn, because it's always you." She whispers against her mouth. "What did he say to you?"
"Nothing." She trails her fingers along the small of her back. "He's got a new girlfriend and got her pregnant, but maybe it's not even his child." She chuckles.
"Why do you say that?" She looks at her.
"It's some tattoo freak that lives in the trailer parks outside Lima." She shrugs. "He saw me and just looked at each other. He didn't say anything nor did he try to approach me. I was a complete stranger to him."
"You're not a stranger to him, you're still his daughter." She tilts her head to rest their foreheads together. "He doesn't know what he's missing."
"You know what's sad? I think he does but he just doesn't care." She sniffles. "He doesn't care about me, because he never wanted me. After Frannie, they kept trying to get a boy but my Mom lost a couple of babies before she could give birth to me. He wanted a boy so bad that my second name was. Quinn to honor his Father."
"What a moron." She shakes her head. "He's still paying alimony to Judy though and will help with Yale?"
"He'll try to find a way to get out of that, but between my scholarship and trust fund, I should be settled." Pulling her flushed against her, she kisses her gently. "My Grandparents from my Mom's side of the family will help somehow."
"Even if your Grandpa wanted you to follow in his steps?" She chuckles. "Harvard, Yale…sometimes I forget I am dating someone who could fit into Gossip Girl so well." She
smirks.
"Stop it. I am no way closer to that kind of lifestyle." She rolls her eyes. "That will be you in a few years."
"I do hope so." She pecks her lips. "Do you know how expensive it is to live in New York?"
"I can just imagine that, but that's the price for all the success and the glamor." Quinn tips them over and pins her down, hands each side of her head. "I'll have to beat all theater geeks and fans off you, before someone sweeps you off your feet."
"Impossible." Rachel gets her hands free and loses them in her blonde tresses, pulling her down by them. "My heart has been stolen by a future novelist."
"Someone I know?" Quinn smirks against her lips.
"Maybe." She giggles when Quinn throws the covers over their heads and they end up wrestling under them, tickling each other until the playful banter quickly evolves into something else.
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"So, Mercedes and I wanted to go see that new action movie downtown on Friday. Are you and Rachel interested in tagging along? We can have a double date." Sam leans against the closed lockers, looking at the blonde cheerleader, who almost flinches at the mention of that familiar name.
"I'm afraid we'll have to take a raincheck on that, Sam." She stares longingly at the picture inside her locker and then shuts it hard.
"Oh, you've got other plans? It's your anniversary? What have you planned?" He grins at her.
"None of that." She holds her books against her chest. "We…we are on a break."
"On a break? Why?" He says it so loud that a couple of heads turn. "Sorry."
"We just need to focus on ourselves for a while and then…" She looks down the hallway at the brunette who is chatting with Kurt and Mercedes. "I screwed it up, Sam. The best thing that ever happened to me, along with Beth."
"God, what did you do? You didn't cheat on her, right? 'Cause I am gonna metaphorically smack some sense into you and then kick that someone else's ass hard." He cracks his knuckles.
"No! I haven't done that." She looks at him. "I have learnt my lesson and I could never do that to Rachel. She means too much to me to hurt her like that." She looks briefly away. "Sorry."
"It's alright. I accepted that you never loved me like you love her." He shrugs with a smile. "Have you told her right? It's so obvious."
"Well…" She keeps walking.
"Jesus, Quinn. Anyone can see how much you love her. What's wrong with you?" He angrily whispers in her ear. "If you weren't a girl, I would have slapped you right now."
"Maybe I'd deserve that." She meets Rachel's eyes as they pass each other, down the hallway. "I never told anyone without really meaning it fully."
"So? There's a first thing for everything." He makes it sound like it's just obvious. "You muster the courage to talk to her and you say it. You climb human pyramids and you can't tell her what you feel?" They take their seats in the first period class.
"That's a different thing. I do it because I have to." She looks ahead.
"That is so brave of you, Quinn." He covers her hand with his. "But you need to find that same courage and talk to her."
"Maybe you're right." She sighs looking out of the window, waiting for the lesson to start and contemplating on what's next for them.
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"Here, give me that." Rachel takes the shining trophy from her hands, as Quinn opens the front door of her house.
"I just want to take a shower and drop on my bed, with some trash TV show and you cuddled up to me." Quinn turns to the brunette, who looks almost ashamed. "You've got other plans?"
"Not exactly." She rubs her hands together. "I swear it wasn't my idea, Quinn." She sits the trophy down on the table by the door.
"Rachel, what are you talking about?" She raises her eyebrows and when the brunette flips the lights on, in the living room, everything becomes all clear. The lights are on and she has time to survey the living room before everyone comes out from their hiding place and shouts her name.
"Surprise!" It's only the Glee club but there's enough noise to cause her to wince.
"That's why you took that long at the airport bookshop? To give them time to come here?" She looks over at Santana and Brittany, still in their comfortable clothes, that they all have worn on the flight back home.
"Guilty." She beams at her and Quinn cannot really stay mad. Not with that smile.
"You beat them good, Cap?" Sam pulls her in a bear hug.
"We destroyed their sorry asses." Santana grins, with a beer in her hand. "What's this cow piss?"
"C'mon, I didn't have enough time to get the good stuff. The Jew princess here didn't want to jinx it." Noah shrugs, drinking from his. "You've had worse."
"Yeah, I had you." She snickers, earning a giggle from Brittany. "Where do you hide the good stuff, Tubbers?"
"Somewhere safe." Quinn rolls her eyes. "I'll go change quickly, Sam you're in charge." She starts walking up the stairs.
"Why me?!" He whines, knowing he would never win it with Santana.
Rachel follows Quinn walking up the stairs with her eyes, biting down on her lower lip in contemplation. Has she pissed her off? Maybe, she should have said something.
"What's that frown about?" Kurt offers her a cup.
"Do you think she's mad? I should have given her a heads-up maybe." She looks up above their heads.
"She must be tired, don't worry so much about it." He nudges her. "You know how she is."
"Yeah. I'll go check on her." She puts the cup down and goes for the stairs.
"No funny business, Hobbit." Santana smirks. "I'll get both of your asses down here, if I have to."
"We're not rabbits, Santana. We know how to behave." She holds her head up and walks up the stairs. Once down the hallway, she goes straight for the blonde's room whose door is slightly open. "Quinn?"
"Come in." She hears over the sound of the hairdryer.
"You showered." She walks in and leans against the closed door, staring at her girlfriend's back.
"Just a quick shower, really. But I needed to freshen up after that flight." She lifts her hair in a high pony and leaves the hairdryer on her vanity.
"Are you mad?" She looks at her through the mirror.
"Mad? Why should I be mad?" She fixes the necklace around her neck and puts some perfume on, behind her ears and on the inside of her wrists.
"Because you wanted to spend a quiet night at home and I dragged you into this." Leaning back, she tilts her head to stare at Quinn who approaches her. "And you kind of hate surprises."
"I do, but we can have an indoor date tomorrow afternoon." Bracing herself against the door, she leans down to whisper against her lips. "You, me and a homemade dinner?"
"As long as you are the one cooking." She cups each side of her neck and brings her lips on hers.
"Mmm." Her free arm circles her waist, pulling her closer and off the door. "Is it too late to send everyone home?"
"I'm afraid so and if we don't get downstairs in the next few minutes, they'll send a search party and I don't want to deal with Santana more than I have to, for you." Her palms brush down her shoulders and forearms, to lace their fingers together.
"Fine, but you totally owe me." She nods with a smirk and gets the door open for her, letting her walk out ahead of her.