A/N – Welcome to my new story! I know, I know… I still have my others to finish, and I will. But this idea came to me and I decided to run with it.

Enjoy!

Agent to the President

Newly elected President Rachel Berry now has Secret Service agents following her everywhere. And she means Everywhere… lucky for her, one happens to be the gorgeous Agent Quinn Fabray. Spending so much time together, they can't help but fall in love.

Chapter 1

"This is Jacob Ben Israel reporting for CNN news. We can now confirm that Rachel Berry, the Senator from Ohio, has captured enough electoral votes to become the 47th President of the United States, and the first woman ever to hold this office. For more on this historic victory, and to get the inside scoop on the private life of President-elect Berry, we go to CNN political correspondent Kitty Wilde…"

Rachel switched off the TV and shook her head in disbelief as she looked over at her close friend and campaign advisor Tina. "I still can't believe it, Tina. I freaking won! Everyone said it was impossible. Me, a young relatively inexperienced political single woman, President of the United States. They said it couldn't be done. But we did it!"

"I'm honestly not surprised, Rachel. The American people see in you what your supporters have seen all along—a competent, intelligent, dedicated, passionate leader. Who wouldn't want someone like that running the country?" Tina said with a wide grin. She pulled Rachel in for a warm hug. "Congratulations, Rach!"

Rachel let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding as she hugged her friend. The past several months of campaigning and traveling and speeches was finally over. She just couldn't believe it. Shocked actually. And very honored. Honored that her fellow Americans trusted her enough to lead their country.

Finally, Tina pulled away. "Now come on. It's time to stop hiding in this room and go out and meet all your adoring fans and supporters. You've got a victory speech to give, Madame President" she said with a wink.

"I'm not President yet, Tina," Rachel said, suddenly a bit overwhelmed.

Tina rolled her eyes. "Fine. Madame President-Elect. Now stop debating the details and go out there and wow that crowd."

Rachel nodded and took a deep breath before following Tina from the room.

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Quinn Fabray sighed as she made her way to Director Sylvester's office. She'd been summoned, more like ordered by a very intimidating Becky Jackson, to a meeting with her boss, but she had no idea what she'd done… this time. She'd been with the Secret Service for three years, and had been a successful FBI Agent before that. She'd always been at the top of the pyramid, so to speak, with everything she did. However… she did have a rebellious streak. She had a take-no-prisoners attitude that sometimes didn't jive well with the rigid structure of federal law enforcement. But despite her tendency to revolt against authority every now and then, she was damn good at her job and she knew it.

So as she followed the short blonde Assistant-to-the-Director down the hallway toward her boss's office, she was confused by the unexpected summons. She knew she hadn't broken protocol… this week at least.

Quinn nodded respectfully at the Director as she entered the large and obscenely decorated office. Quinn had never seen so many trophies and certificates and plaques all in one place before. She and her fellow agents had a bet going about how many of Sue Sylvester's awards were fake, made up by the Director herself.

Sue motioned to one of the chairs in front of the desk. "Have a seat, Agent Fabray."

The older woman's stern nature always made Quinn slightly nervous, but over the years, she had mastered the ability to hide unwanted emotions from her expression. "Director, I'm not sure what I did to merit a meeting with you-"

But Sue held up a hand to silence her. "Agent Fabray, I didn't call you here to reprimand you."

"Oh…" Quinn replied, her eyebrow arched, confusion settling over her. "So then why am I here?"

The Director stared at the young agent, her pale blue eyes digging into the soul. "Agent Fabray, as you know, Senator Berry was elected to be the next President. As such, we'll be assigning a detail of agents to protect her at all times, making sure that at least one agent is shadowing her at all times. We'll have a rotation of three agents sharing this role in order to provide full coverage, while allowing the agents time off for their own personal matters. Because the coverage is twenty-four hours a day, and can include private and personal matters of the President, we'd like these agents to be female. I've decided that you will be one of those agents. The other two will be Agent Lopez and Agent Rose."

Quinn nodded as the stunning news washed over her. This was the biggest assignment of her career. It didn't get any bigger than being assigned to the Presidential detail. It was what she'd worked towards for so long.

"Congratulations, Fabray. You've earned it," Sue complimented, which was a very rare occurrence. "You start tomorrow."

The young agent nodded, still stunned. "Thank you, Director. I won't let you down."

Sue waved her dismissively out of her office. "Now go. I'm sick of looking at your Malibu Barbie face."

Quinn rolled her eyes at the woman's comment and left the room.

She headed down the hall to her own office and flung herself down in her chair behind her desk.

Rachel Berry…

She couldn't believe she'd be guarding the sexy body of Rachel Berry.

Quinn had followed Rachel's political career ever since the brunette came onto the scene. She had to admit that she was impressed with the way Rachel handled the political snake pit, and how she always stood up and accomplished everything she showed a passion for. Many senators would never admit it, but they were scared of little Rachel Berry. She could command any room she was in; from a small boardroom to the great arena of Congress. She was feisty and never backed down from a challenge. Quinn respected her for that.

Deciding she needed a distraction, she went to seek out her best friend and fellow agent, Noah Puckerman.

Walking into Puck's office, she unsurprisingly found him flirting with one of the secretaries. She rolled her eyes and cleared her throat. The woman's gaze (quickly looked) over at her in embarrassment, then she straightened her skirt and quickly left the room. "Some things never change, do they, Puckerman? You're already trying to get up into that poor new secretary's skirt?"

"Hey! A man's got needs, Fabray," he defended, but the smirk on his face told the whole story.

Quinn snorted. "Right. If that excuse helps you sleep at night." She smirked. Despite his flirty tendencies, Quinn knew Puck was a decent guy at heart and he'd been a good friend to her, even when others had left her high and dry in the past. "So…" she began. "I just got assigned to the Presidential detail."

"No shit?! Really? That's great, Q!" Puck crossed the room and gave her a congratulatory hug. "You deserve it."

A smile grew on her lips. "Thanks, Puck. I start tomorrow."

"You'll do great. Besides, there's plenty of worse assignments to pull. JewBabe… I mean Madame President-Elect, is hot as hell. Wish I were so lucky. But after that little incident with the Russian ambassador's daughter, Sylvester's been giving me nothing but shit assignments. Covering ex-President Comb-Over's vacation was awful. Not only will I never recover from seeing his wrinkly old man-boobs and tiny speedo, but that dude's got some serious problems with gas. Sylvester definitely has it in for me."

Quinn laughed. Puck was right about one thing… Rachel Berry was hot. Beyond hot actually. That was going to be a major job perk. And even though she knew the President-Elect was straight—in fact Rachel Berry was quite the playgirl being linked to a new guy every other week—Quinn definitely didn't mind having the job of literally watching the woman all day. There were a lot worse hardships one could face in this world.

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The next day, Quinn stood in her best suit, alongside Santana and Marley, as they waited for Director Sylvester to arrive with the President-Elect. Quinn was glad she'd splurged on the expensive outfit. There was something about the finely tailored black ensemble that made her feel like a badass. And with the nervous energy raging through her body, she could use any confidence boost she could get.

The three agents stood in a row, backs straight, earpieces in place, as they stared straight ahead.

"What do you think she's like? Do you think she's nice?" Marley whispered nervously.

"Does it matter? She's going to be the President of the United States, Rose," Santana said, her tone hard. "It's not like you and her are suddenly going to become BFFs. I hate to break it to you, but you're not going to be staying up late with her talking about boys and braiding each other's hair."

Quinn cracked a smile and rolled her eyes. She loved Santana and her snarky attitude.

At that moment, Director Sylvester walked into the room with the woman in question, along with Rachel's assistant, Jesse St. James.

Quinn's heart suddenly threatened to pound right out of her chest. Her breath caught in her throat as she struggled to keep her eyes straight ahead and to retain the professional emotionless mask she'd so finely crafted over the years.

"Madame President-Elect, as I was telling you before, these are the three agents who will be assigned to your personal detail from this point on." Sylvester motioned toward Quinn and her colleagues as she spoke. "They will be your shadow wherever you go. At least one of them will be with you, or in your immediate vicinity, at all times. Your safety is our main priority. And these agents are the best of the best. You'll be in very safe hands."

Rachel nodded and smiled at the Director.

"Thank you so much, Director Sylvester. Will you please introduce me?" Rachel asked as she gestured towards the agents.

St. James cut in. "Madame President-Elect, these agents are here to serve and protect you. There's no need for an introduction. It's their job to be seen and not heard-"

Rachel shook her head, cutting him off. "No, if we're going to be spending so much time together, I would like to know who they are."

Sylvester nodded. "This is Agent Rose," she said, motioning toward the first agent.

Rachel smiled and approached the young brunette agent who looked nervous. "It's good to meet you, Agent Rose." Rachel smiled warmly and took Marley's hand, clearly attempting to put her at ease.

Sylvester then gestured to Santana, who wore a look of complete indifference. "This is Agent Lopez."

Rachel smiled, clearly expecting one in return, but was met instead with a standoffish nod. Keeping her gaze straight ahead, Quinn tried not to laugh at the Latina's attitude. Santana took "all business" to new heights. "It's great to meet you, Agent Lopez," Rachel responded, before moving on to Quinn.

"This is Agent Fabray."

Quinn's breath caught in her throat when she was finally able to lay her eyes on the gorgeous woman staring back at her. The soon-to-be President was breathtakingly stunning, and even more beautiful in person. She was indeed young for someone who was to become the Leader of the Free World, but Quinn could see the wisdom and life experience in those sparkling brown eyes, which were lit up with enthusiasm and seemed to make the room brighten just from her presence. Or perhaps, that was only Quinn's mind playing tricks on her. No one else seemed to be that affected by the brunette's presence.

She offered Rachel a small smile as she took her outstretched hand. The minute their fingers touched, Quinn felt a bolt of lightning course through her entire body.

"It's… uh… it's great to meet you, Agent Fabray," Rachel stuttered as her eyes locked on Quinn's. "I can't wait to get to know you better."

Quinn couldn't tear away from that intense gaze. There was something about this woman that lit a fire inside of her. Quinn nearly died as Rachel smiled at her, flashing her trademark dimple. This woman was doing things to her that she'd never felt before. Those sparkling brown eyes, the subtle hint of her citrusy perfume. And then… when they'd touched… Quinn struggled to remain upright. Every last ounce of her being was ablaze. And that dimple… oh, that sexy dimple…

Finally, Jesse St. James cleared his throat, breaking their little moment before it became too overly awkward. "Madame, we should be going. You've got a meeting with Senator Abrams in 20 minutes."

Rachel reluctantly nodded and released Quinn's hand, the blonde immediately mourning the loss of her touch.

Sue gestured to Quinn. "Fabray, you know the drill. You're to accompany President-Elect Berry everywhere she goes. Lopez will relieve you tonight at 8pm."

Quinn nodded curtly and followed Rachel from the room. She silently cursed Jesse St. James and his interruption. She never wanted to let go of that warm, soft hand, never wanted to leave this woman's side. Maybe she was delusional, but it felt like maybe Rachel had felt something between them too. Their little moment sure hadn't felt one-sided, but Quinn knew it was probably her own delusions.

After all, the brunette woman was a politician. It was her job to make each person she met feel as though they were the most important person in the world.

Either way, Quinn knew she was going to enjoy this assignment, so long as she didn't lose her professional cool.

As she walked, she silently thanked her lucky stars that her job description required her to tail Rachel Berry everywhere. She smirked, checking out the brunette's gorgeous ass as she followed her down the hallway.

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A/N – So what do you guys think?