12

The next week passed in a blur of faces for Quinn: doctors, counselors, pharmacists, physiologists, Rachel, nurses, Rachel, Rachel, Rachel…

There was so much new information Quinn felt like she might burst. If it hadn't been for Rachel – who had listened to Quinn many different times as she ranted – she might have gone insane. Or, rather, more insane than she already was…

Over the course of the week, she had seen three different counselors, gotten put on many different types of medicines, and cries countless times. And then there was also the matter of her biological parents. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't overflowing with curiosity. Who were these people whom she once called Mom and Dad? She had the opportunity to find out, but there was something holding her back…

Someone named Rachel.

Quinn couldn't explain it, but she felt like if she did go and meet her 'real' parents that it would be making some ultimate betrayal to the people who had taken her in and loved her as if she were their own the past few months. She knew this wasn't exactly fair to herself to think that or to Leroy and Hiriam. In fact, her adopted fathers highly encouraged her to go meet them. But she knew Rachel didn't agree.

Though Rachel denied it every time Quinn had confronted her about it, the blonde Cheerio knew she disagreed about her going to meet them. Once, when Rachel kinda-sort-of-not-really admitted to it, she also said she didn't want to see Quinn get hurt.

But how could they hurt her?

When Quinn had voiced this question allowed to the diva, it looked like she had had something to say in reply but she had kept her lips shut tight and abruptly changed the subject. Quinn wasn't going to lie; it was frustrating with her sometimes.

But still, Quinn couldn't deny that she had a sort of… adoration (if you will) with the other girl. If adoration is the correct word for wanting to kiss her multiple times, anyway. Ah, screw it! Quinn knew that there was a better word to describe her, uh… sexual urges with the diva but she just couldn't admit to herself. There was a part of her that was still in denial that the kiss even happened in the first place and there was another part of her (the Will part of her) that was mentally chanting 'wrong, wrong, wrong! You are going to hell, Quinn!' even though she knew whole-heartedly that that wasn't true.

It wasn't a sin to love someone, was it? Not that she loved Rachel, that is! She just – really, really appreciated her friendship! And other things, too…

Shaking her head to rid her mind of her horny teenage boy like thoughts, she cleared her mind and went on a search to find girl in question.

She eventually found Rachel in her room, sitting cross legged on her bed and reading a magazine. Quinn quietly entered the room and sat down next to her on the bed. "You read magazines, Rachel Berry?"

Rachel scoffed, apparently offended by the question. "Well, of course I do, Quinn! It's good to read so I have a taste of what jealous, B-list journalists' will be writing about me when I'm a star in New York. And well, it is fairly entertaining…"

The Cheerio snorted. "Yeah, okay, sure," she replied with sarcasm as she gently pried the magazine out of her hands, "why don't you put that… interesting brand of entertainment down and watch a movie with me?"

Rachel gaped at her.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" the blonde's hand flew up to her face, rubbing furiously at her dry skin.

The brunette giggled, putting her hands over the blonde's and lowering them from her face. "No, it's not that. It's just… sometimes you remind me of a little Sue Sylvester."

"Should I be offended by that?"

"No, no, not in the way you think," Rachel quickly reassured her, "more in the… you're very… not quite intimidating – influential? No, no… You possess a certain quality that makes it very difficult to say no to you."

Quinn smirked and leaned back against Rachel's pillows. "I'll remember that next time I need something out of you, Rach."

Rachel shook her head and smiled. "Only you wouldn't purposely use that on me."

"Oh, I wouldn't?" Quinn raised an eyebrow at her.

"No, you won't." The diva replied confidently.

"And what makes you think that, Rachel Berry?" Quinn pressed, pronouncing every syllable of the other girl's name slowly, as if to torture her.

The singer seemed at a momentary lost for words. Finally, she breathed out, "Because you're Quinn. You wouldn't manipulate me like Finn or Santana or any of the glee clubbers would."

Before Quinn could even think of a reply, a pair of warm, full lips was pressed against hers. Letting out a small gasp of surprise, Quinn moved closer into the other girl. She could feel every edge of the other girl's toned body and groaned. She needed to be closer…

As if reading her mind, Rachel suddenly was on top of her and deepening their kiss. Her small, soft hands were messing up her hair and getting tangled in her mess of blonde curls. But Quinn couldn't even let out a grunt of complain, even though it did hurt quite a bit – how could a girl so tiny possess so much strength? – Because her hands felt right there. Like they were made to be there.

"Rachel," she moaned.

"Shhhh," Rachel replied immediately, "don't speak. Don't ruin it."

Quinn nodded and shut her mouth. Suddenly, she couldn't take it anymore. She had had Rachel have her turn, now it was hers. She spun her around and laid on top of her in a one graceful movement, leaving the smaller girl temporarily breathless. Quinn smirked and slowly pressed her lips back to Rachel's.

Oh, God, they were so soft… And they had a slight taste of vanilla on them. Quinn guessed it must be Rachel's lip gloss.

Feeling that urge for closeness again, Quinn pulled her left knee out and dipped it in the mattress to the left of Rachel, bringing their bodies dizzyingly close. The blonde felt Rachel gasp beneath her and smirked once more.

Soon, Quinn's hands were running all across the diva's chest – something she never would have let fly with Finn or Jesse. But with them, it felt clumsy and awkward and not at all like Quinn's soft caresses. While the boys' had been full of greedy demands, Quinn's held only a gentle request and nothing more. So Rachel let it continue.

And it felt great.

Suddenly, Quinn pulled away and planted soft kisses along her cheek. Her words came out muffled between the kisses. "Did – you – still – want – to – watch – that – movie?"

"Are you kidding me?" Rachel snorted. "Absolutely not! This is a way more adequate way to spend my time than watch some movie I've seen many times."

Quinn nodded eagerly in agreement before diving into her neck, sucking her skin. Rachel felt a chill go up her spine in pleasure.

The blonde's movements then began to slow. Panting she rolled over so she lay next to the girl on her side. She felt a wide grin take over her face as she began to stroke the brunette's hair away from her sweaty forehead.

"Quinn, you – you are a fantastic kisser! How I didn't notice it the first time…" Rachel muttered the last part. And it was true. How could she have not noticed before? But then, the first time the two had kisses she had been so shocked and her mind had went blank.

Now, however, it was very much on over drive.

Quinn snickered. "You aren't so bad yourself, Rach."

The singer blushed a deep strawberry red. "Thank you."

"You are… very much so welcome." Quinn whispered as she interlaced their fingers. She paused. "I think your dads are home."

Rachel groaned. "I do hope they don't walk in before I get the chance to straighten up."

The cheerleader nodded in agreement and got up to help clean up the room and smooth out her appearance. Within ten minutes, they were done and downstairs to greet Hiriam and Leroy.

"Hello, Dad, Daddy!" Rachel chirped enthusiastically.

"Well, aren't we in a good mood today?" Leroy grinned and hugged his daughter. He eyed Quinn questioningly. "Quinn, did you let her watch Funny Girl or something? If you did, Phew, I'm sorry. She probably won't leave you alone with musicals now! The good side is she'll finally leave us alone about it."

"Not that we mind, of course." Hiriam joined in as he set some groceries down on the table.

Quinn chuckled. "I think I can handle it, Leroy."

Leroy winked. "That's a girl! But seriously now, what's going on? Something obviously happened before we got here. You two are glowing…"

Thankfully, before either one of the girls could attempt to answer and embarrass themselves, Hiriam stepped in and saved them.

"Ah, let them be, Leroy. I'm sure they'll tell us if they wish – which, judging by their faces, they don't."

Leroy shrugged and decided to drop the subject. But after the girls had helped putting away the groceries and returned to their rooms, he eyed his husband with a questioning look. "You don't think…?"

"Honestly?" Hiriam replied, doing a quick look behind him to make sure both girls were definitely out of earshot. "I wouldn't be surprised. It was only a matter of time. Quinn broke my gaydar first time I met her, and we obviously know our Rachel…"

Leroy nodded. "Think we should confront them about it?"

Hiriam quickly shook his head. "Nah, let them figure it out for themselves first. Remember when we were in that stage? Oh, boy, what a sight we were…"

Leroy grinned at the memory. "Two very scared closeted young boys…"

"Yet here we are now."

"Yet here we are now…" Leroy repeated softly, placing a quick kiss on his husband's mouth before turning away to put away some dirty dishes.

Hiriam smiled softly at the sight of his husband. He was incredibly lucky to still have his husband after all this time. If anything he wished for the two girls, he wished them long, happy relationship such as theirs.

Because if anyone deserved it, it was defiantly those two.