Part 4
Quinn is seventeen when it first happens.
New Directions are in New York City for Nationals, and Quinn and Rachel are holed up in their hotel room. Tina and Mercedes have graciously given them some alone time—something that is hard to come by now that Rachel's parents are aware of the nature of their relationship.
"Are you sure you don't want to go explore the city with the rest of the club?" Quinn asks from her seat on the bed, admiring the view of her girlfriend's legs in red booty shorts as Rachel puts the chain on the door to ensure their privacy.
"We can explore later," Rachel replies, climbing onto the bed and straddling Quinn. She leans in and presses her forehead against Quinn's, gazing at her with smoldering eyes as she pushes her onto her back. "It's been too long since I've had you all to myself and been able to properly take advantage of it."
Rachel wastes no time capturing Quinn's lower lip between her own. Quinn's hands find purchase on Rachel's backside, squeezing it through the thin material of her girlfriend's shorts as she deepens their kiss. Every brush of their lips and swipe of their tongues makes Quinn's arousal grow, and she thrusts her hips up, her erection pressing deliciously against the warmth between Rachel's legs, causing Rachel to moan into her mouth.
Wanting to be on top, Quinn rolls them over, her skirt riding up as she settles herself between Rachel's legs. She dips her head to the curve of Rachel's neck, placing open-mouthed kisses to the soft skin there as her hips slowly begin to rock against her girlfriend.
Rachel's hands fly to Quinn's upper back as she starts to thrust up against Quinn's length—the two of them moving against each other in tandem.
Quinn absolutely loves being like this with Rachel. Even though they're fully clothed, it feels so intimate—like they're coming together as one.
Their breaths grow heavier with every movement, and a light sheen of sweat forms on Quinn's brow from the exertion. Long, bare legs hook themselves around Quinn's waist, and Quinn licks her lips before nipping lightly at the underside of Rachel's jaw—the new angle making her feel even closer to Rachel. It's not quite enough for Quinn to get off, but she can tell that Rachel's getting closer.
"Quinn," Rachel whimpers against her neck, and Quinn rocks harder against her girlfriend's center, determined to make her come.
"Come for me, Rach," she pants against her jaw.
"Oh," Rachel cries out softly, her body spasming beneath Quinn's, and Quinn holds Rachel close as she falls apart in her arms.
Quinn draws back, gazing down at Rachel as her breathing slowly begins to even out. Small hands thread through her hair and pull Quinn down into a deep, sensuous kiss that she can feel all the way down to her core. Her hips buck lightly against Rachel, and she shivers as fingernails lightly scratch their way down her back.
"Your turn," Rachel says, breaking their kiss with an impish smile, her hands moving to the zipper on the back of Quinn's skirt.
Quinn helps her remove it, stripping herself until she's in nothing but her shirt. She hovers over Rachel on her hands and knees—her penis standing at attention, hard and aching for release. Rachel's hand fists around Quinn's length then, pumping her slowly, and Quinn moans softly at the sensation, her eyelids fluttering closed.
"I want to try something," Rachel says after a few moments, slowing her strokes.
"What?" Quinn asks, opening her eyes and gazing down into the darkened eyes of her girlfriend.
"I want to go down on you."
Quinn groans and her penis twitches in Rachel's hand. "Are you sure?" she asks, wondering if she's dreaming.
Rachel bites her lower lip and nods. "I need you to get on your back first. And take off your shirt."
Not needing to be told twice, Quinn quickly removes her shirt and tosses it in the pile of clothes next to the bed. Excitement and arousal thrum through her veins as she settles down on the bed, using the pillows to prop her upper body up.
Rachel nudges Quinn's legs apart, and Quinn watches intently as she crawls along the bed and settles between her legs.
It's then that she realizes that she's completely bare and Rachel is still fully clothed, and it sends another pulse of pleasure through her. There's absolutely no one else in the world that she would let herself be exposed to like this, but with Rachel, she feels comfortable, safe, and, most of all, desired.
Especially with the way Rachel is looking at her body—her eyes hungry—and Quinn shivers in anticipation. Rachel's hand wraps around her erect shaft as she leans in—her warm breath washing over Quinn's length—and then Rachel pokes her tongue out, taking an experimental swipe of the head of Quinn's penis.
A strangled moan escapes Quinn's lips at the feeling, and her hands grab onto the sheets beneath her. Rachel looks up at her, meeting Quinn's eyes with her own, as she wraps her lips around the entire head, taking it into her mouth.
Rachel's tongue swirls around the tip as she suckles on it, and Quinn's hands fist into the sheets as she tries not to thrust into Rachel's mouth, thinking her girlfriend probably wouldn't appreciate it. But God, does this feel incredible.
Quinn watches as Rachel slowly lowers her mouth, taking more of her in as she releases her grip on her shaft. Her fingertips brush against Quinn's small sac, and, oh. She can't stop her hips from bucking up at that.
"Sorry, I'm sorry," Quinn apologizes, pressing her hips back against the bed, trying to keep them still.
Rachel pulls back a little, removing her mouth from Quinn's length. "It's okay, Quinn." Her lips quirk up mischievously then, and Quinn wonders what she's thinking.
Before she can even think to ask, Rachel's warm, wet mouth is on her once more. She lets out another moan at the feeling of Rachel's tongue working against her as her mouth sinks a little lower. And then Rachel lowers her mouth until her nose is brushing against light brown curls, causing Quinn's mouth to fall open in pleasure.
She can feel her head pressing against the back of Rachel's throat as Rachel's tongue works along the underside of her shaft, sending ripples of pleasure through her entire body. The sensations caused by Rachel's mouth combined with the sight of Rachel taking all of her in is driving Quinn to new heights of pleasure, and she doesn't know how much longer she'll last.
Rachel's head starts bobbing up and down then, while her fingers continue to play with the sensitive skin of Quinn's sac, and the combination has Quinn going into sensory overload—her entire body alight with pleasure.
"Rach," she breathes, feeling the tell-tale tightening in her groin. "Rachel, I'm so close. I'm gonna-"
Rachel's hand reaches up to wrap around her shaft as her warm mouth releases Quinn with a soft pop. She strokes her length, and Quinn's hips jerk as her orgasm rips through her, her cum landing on her belly.
As Quinn's breathing gradually slows, Rachel leans down and tentatively licks some of the sticky, white fluid off Quinn's stomach, making her half-hard penis twitch and her stomach clench. "It's not bad," she murmurs, looking up to meet Quinn's gaze. "Maybe next time I'll try swallowing."
Quinn lets out a strangled whimper at the thought. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?"
Rachel smiles, mirth dancing in her eyes. "So was that good?"
"Rachel… that was incredible," Quinn says, feeling her heart swell with affection as she reaches for her. "Come here."
Rachel shifts up on the bed and settles beside her, and Quinn turns her head, capturing plump lips with her own. She flicks her tongue against Rachel's lips, seeking entrance, and Rachel parts her mouth, allowing Quinn to deepen their kiss. There's a salty flavor on Rachel's tongue that Quinn's never tasted before, and it's then that she realizes that it's her own cum that she's tasting. The sheer intimacy of it all makes warmth blossom in her chest, and she draws Rachel closer, kissing her as deeply as she can.
"I love you," she says upon breaking apart, gazing intently into Rachel's eyes. "Thank you for that."
"I love you too," Rachel replies with a soft smile. "And I'm glad you liked it. I like making you feel good."
Quinn feels herself fall even more in love with Rachel as she kisses her again.
Even though it's early May, it's unseasonably hot and humid in New York City, but Quinn finds she doesn't mind too much. It's hard to be irritated with the weather when she can walk down the street hand-in-hand with her girlfriend and not have to worry about how other people will react. No one bats an eye, and a few people even smile at them.
It makes Quinn feel more at home here than she ever has in Lima.
She and Rachel are currently sitting in a subway car heading downtown toward Greenwich Village, ready to explore a new neighborhood—Columbus Circle and Times Square already under their belts.
"Here we are," Rachel announces as they walk up the steps of the N/R 8th Street-NYU Station, stepping foot onto Broadway. Rachel's eyes are alight with excitement as they walk further down the sidewalk. "New York University. That building right there is Tisch School of the Arts," Rachel tells her, pointing at a large building across the street as she bounces on her feet a little. "My future school. I can't wait until I can officially call this place home."
Quinn smiles at Rachel's enthusiasm, but there's an undercurrent of sadness in her heart. She knows she needs to start planning for life after high school, but the thought is incredibly daunting. And then there's the fact that she'll undoubtedly be apart from Rachel.
"Have you given any thought to where you might want to go after we graduate?" Rachel asks as they cross the street.
"I don't know. My grades are good enough that I could probably get a scholarship somewhere. But it has to be someplace I can afford to live, which, unfortunately, isn't here," Quinn says with a sigh as she looks up at the tall buildings that make up the university's campus.
"Quinn, you know my dads will help you," Rachel says, squeezing Quinn's hand gently. Before Quinn can open her mouth to argue, Rachel presses on. "And think about it. If we both end up here in New York for school, we can share an apartment. That would cut down on expenses, especially since they'd be paying for my room anyway."
"We'll see," Quinn says non-committally, her eyes landing on a small food cart at the edge of what she thinks is Washington Square Park. "I could use a drink," she says, trying not to get her hopes up over Rachel's suggestion.
She would love to be able to go to school in New York City and have a little place with Rachel, but she knows there's a good chance that won't happen. And while Rachel's dads have been amazing over the last ten months, Quinn wouldn't feel right having them pay for expenses after she turns eighteen and the child support payments stop coming. It's why she's been trying to save as much money as she can and praying that she can get a full-ride scholarship somewhere.
"You're thinking too hard," Rachel says after they pay for their waters, leading Quinn over to a bench near the fountain.
Quinn mentally shakes her head and takes a swig of water. Her fingers play with Rachel's for a moment as she gathers her thoughts. "I would love for this to be our life one day—taking walks through this park, getting lunch at a little café, shopping in SoHo, and going home to our shoebox apartment," she explains wistfully, Rachel's face growing more smitten with every word. "I just… I don't know if it's in the cards for me to end up here for school."
"If being here is what you really want, you shouldn't settle for something else," Rachel says, resting her head against Quinn's shoulder. "We'll figure it out, Quinn. We always do."
Quinn presses her nose against the top of Rachel's head and breathes her in, deciding that she'll do whatever it takes to make this work.
Sheets-n-Things isn't the greatest job in the world, but Quinn's grateful for it all the same. She's managed to save a few thousand dollars in the nine months she's been working here, and now that summer has officially started, she'll be working even more hours, which means more money.
Today is a particularly busy one—a ton of new inventory has to be put on the shelves—but Quinn is glad for it. It keeps her busy and, more importantly, able to avoid thinking about things.
Specifically, what happened exactly a year ago today.
But eventually, she has to clock out and head home—to the Berry household, not the Fabray household—and everything about that fact makes it harder to keep the memories at bay.
Quinn tries to take her time driving back to Rachel's house, especially since she's using the car that Rachel's dads have let her drive since she got her license, but she's anxious to get there.
Unfortunately, the house is empty when she arrives, and Quinn lets out a frustrated sigh, wishing that Rachel was back from her afternoon ballet lesson. She needs to keep herself distracted.
Quinn rubs her palms over her face, trying to push away the thoughts that are threatening to rise up before trudging up the stairs to her bedroom. She pushes the door open and pulls her brown smock over her head, tossing it in the small hamper in the corner of her room, before opening her closet and looking for something to change into.
Her fingers linger on the yellow and white sundress she wore when she got kicked out of her house, and before she can even think to try and stop it, the pain from that day comes rushing back in full force.
The feeling of rejection and abandonment is overwhelming, and she staggers over to her bed, sinking down on it and burying her head in her hands. Tears sting her eyes, and she angrily wipes them away. She doesn't want to cry over this. She's wasted too many tears on her family, especially because she's sure they've never shed a tear over her.
She knows they were glad to be rid of her. After all, they never once made an effort to contact her in the last year—her things were left in black trash bags on Rachel's front porch a few days after she'd left. All that's left now is the court-ordered child support payments and health insurance coverage—the only consequence her parents faced after being charged with child abandonment.
She doesn't regret standing up for herself, but it doesn't stop the hurt that lingers from their rejection. She couldn't help that she was born this way or who she fell in love with, but they didn't care. They never cared, she thinks bitterly.
Rachel's fathers, on the other hand, have shown her nothing but care. After she was kicked out, they didn't hesitate for a second, taking Quinn into their home and making her feel more welcome than she ever did with her own family. And when she reluctantly opened up to them about her condition—because she needed a way to get to her doctor's appointments—they didn't look at her any differently.
Unlike her own father, who last looked upon her with nothing but disgust in his eyes. The memory has her clenching her fists as she lets out a shuddering breath.
"Quinn?" is softly called out from the doorway.
She doesn't reply. Her upper body shakes from the sobs she's unsuccessfully trying to hold in.
Light footsteps sound behind her, and then, the bed dips. Seconds later, Rachel's warm body is pressed against her back, and a strong arm wraps around her. Quinn seeks out Rachel's hand and tangles their fingers together as she draws Rachel into herself, trying to soak in the comfort her girlfriend is giving her.
A soft kiss is pressed to her shoulder. "What's wrong?" Rachel murmurs.
Quinn swallows, unable to answer as she continues to cry, but she finds it somewhat cathartic.
Rachel holds her tighter. "It's been one year," she realizes quietly. "Oh, Quinn, I'm so sorry."
After a few minutes, her tears finally subside. "It's so stupid," Quinn finally sniffs. "I don't even miss them. Not really. But even after all this time, it still hurts knowing that I'll never be good enough for them."
"It's their loss," Rachel says softly but resolutely. "You're perfect, inside and out. I love you more than anything in the world, even more than singing on stage. Being with you is better than receiving all the applause in the world. That's how wonderful you are."
Quinn smiles tearfully and turns in Rachel's arms, looking into warm, brown eyes. "How did I get so lucky?"
"Just by being you," Rachel says with a gentle smile, before softly singing, "'cause you're amazing just the way you are."
Quinn ducks her head bashfully, but her smile grows—the ache in her heart fading with every word Rachel sings.
"I feel like I need a change," Quinn says, pulling her hair back into a low ponytail as she examines herself in Kurt's mirror.
"Maybe you should try dying your hair," Tina suggests from her seat on the bed. "Pink would actually look really good on you."
"Are you crazy?" Kurt interjects before turning his gaze toward Quinn. "No way you should ruin your hair with those chemicals." His eyes narrow as he taps his chin thoughtfully. "No, I have a better idea," he says, his face breaking out into an excited smile. "You're going to look amazing, Quinn."
Kurt takes her to his hairstylist, Giovanni, who immediately agrees with Kurt's idea, and Quinn lets him work his magic.
As her hair falls away, Quinn feels strangely liberated. She thinks of all the things she's been trying to let go of—the memories of her family that she doesn't need weighing down on her, because their approval doesn't matter anymore—and imagines them being cut away from her along with her hair.
"All done," Giovanni announces with a proud smile as he finishes running his fingers through her hair. "You look stunning."
Quinn gazes at herself in the mirror, taking in the finished product. She rubs her palm against the back of her neck, her fingers brushing against the edges of newly cut hair. Her lips curve up into a smile. She looks good.
Kurt and Tina are in instant agreement, and Quinn can't help but enjoy their praise. It's always nice to hear that she looks good, and, besides from Rachel, she doesn't really get compliments all that often.
Quinn finds Rachel in the kitchen making a snack when she comes home. "Hey, you," Quinn says playfully from the doorway, getting Rachel's attention.
Rachel's eyes widen in surprise as she takes in Quinn's new haircut.
"What do you think?" Quinn asks, suddenly a little nervous that maybe Rachel isn't going to like it.
Rachel cocks her head to the side and bites her lower lip contemplatively. "I like it." She steps forward, running her fingers through Quinn's shortened locks. "It's different, but I really like it. It suits you."
"I'm glad you think so," Quinn says, feeling a measure of relief. "I like it too. I feel more like me, if that makes sense."
Rachel smiles. "It makes perfect sense."
The best part about summer is spending her days with her friends in the Berrys' backyard—swimming.
Or, more accurately, splashing around in the pool in her bathing suit—a bikini top and a pair of board shorts that easily does the job of concealing her condition. She's still learning how to actually swim. Kurt's boyfriend, Sam Evans, has been teaching her how, and she's thankful for his patience.
Currently, Rachel is sitting on her shoulders while Sam stands across from them with Kurt on his.
"You're going down, Hummel," Rachel taunts.
"Not a chance, Rachel," Kurt smirks as Sam takes a step forward, an amused smile playing at his lips, which Quinn knows she's matching. Their significant others are both ridiculously competitive. Then again, so are she and Sam.
The chicken fight lasts less than a minute and results in both Kurt and Rachel screaming and falling backwards into the pool, dragging Sam and Quinn in with them. Quinn comes up from the water, smiling and feeling almost giddy as her eyes land on Rachel, who smiles at her with a knowing look in her eye.
She wades over to her girlfriend and leans down, brushing her nose against Rachel's. "What are you thinking about?"
"About how happy I am that I can ogle you in a bikini. Your abs are to die for," she replies, splaying her fingers against Quinn's stomach.
Quinn bites her lower lip as her skin tingles from Rachel's touch, but she manages to raise an eyebrow. "Seriously, Rach."
"I'm deadly serious," she replies before lowering her hands onto Quinn's hips. "But also, I'm just really happy that you're comfortable enough with your body to be out here like this. Last summer, I couldn't get you in the pool unless it was just the two of us. I love seeing you enjoy yourself and let go like this."
Quinn wraps her arms around Rachel, holding her close, the feeling of familiar warmth spreading in her chest.
"Enough canoodling, love birds!" Mercedes voice playfully cuts in, and Quinn looks up to see her stepping into the backyard with her boyfriend, Anthony Rashad, along with Tina and Artie Abrams. Across the pool, she sees Kurt and Sam in a position not too dissimilar from the one she's in with Rachel.
Quinn smiles as she looks around the backyard at all her friends, hugging Rachel a little tighter. Yeah, this is definitely the best part about summer.
A hot and sticky August night finds Quinn and Rachel sprawled out side-by-side on a blanket in the backyard—the sounds of a Jason Mraz album playing softly in the background as they stare up at the stars, their fingers tangled together.
As the final notes of "I'm Yours" finish playing, Rachel shifts beside Quinn and onto her side. "I've been thinking about something lately," Rachel begins, and Quinn turns her head, gazing questioningly at her. "I want to take the next step in our relationship."
"Yeah?" Quinn replies, feeling a flutter of excitement at the prospect. She rolls onto her side and wraps her arm around Rachel, drawing her in.
Rachel smiles, her eyes darkening slightly. "Yeah. Honestly, I think about it every time we're intimate in some way," she confesses. "I love you so much, Quinn, and… it leaves me speechless sometimes. Like there isn't a song in the world that could convey what I feel, and I can only show you."
"I feel the same way," Quinn replies. "I know I'm not always good at expressing myself… especially not with words… but I hope you know just how much I love you." She pauses, resting her forehead against Rachel's. "And as for taking the next step… I'm ready," she says, gazing intently into warm, brown eyes. "I want to make love to you, Rachel."
She caps off her declaration with a slow, sensuous kiss, pouring her love into every movement of her mouth. Her hand slides down to Rachel's legs, caressing the smooth skin of her thigh. Rachel's hand travels up between their bodies, squeezing Quinn's right breast through her shirt, causing her to gasp softly.
Rachel takes advantage and slides her tongue easily into Quinn's mouth. Their tongues continue to move against each other as their legs tangle together. Her erection strains against her shorts and needing some kind of relief, Quinn grabs onto Rachel's backside, pulling her hips flush against her own.
Rachel moans, and Quinn smiles, sliding her fingers down between Rachel's legs and slipping them beneath her tiny, black shorts. She can feel how turned on Rachel is right now—her underwear is soaked through. She pushes herself further against Rachel as she slips her fingers beneath damp cotton, her fingertips dipping into wet heat.
The sliding glass door opens then, interrupting the moment. "Time to pack it in, girls!" Leroy calls outside.
Quinn groans slightly as she removes her hand from Rachel's underwear. She swears Rachel's dads have radar or something.
"Coming, Daddy!" Rachel replies, extracting herself from Quinn.
"Not tonight, we're not," Quinn grumbles under her breath.
"Quinn!" Rachel hisses, smacking her arm playfully.
She chuckles a little. "What? It's true."
Rachel rolls her eyes, but she smiles. "We're going to plan this out and do this when the time is right. That obviously isn't right now. Or anytime when my fathers are home for that matter."
Quinn knows she's right. Their first time should be without risk of interruption. But most of all, their first time should be special, and she's going to make sure that she makes it so for Rachel.
"I got us something," Rachel says, handing Quinn a few small, red packets before plopping down on Quinn's bed and sitting across from her.
"What's this?" Quinn asks, furrowing her brow as she reads the words "Glyde Slimfit Lubricated Condom."
"I know you can't get me pregnant or anything," she explains. "But I wanted to make sure we had some condoms on hand in case you felt it was something you wanted to use when we finally have sex. And the great thing about this particular brand is that they're vegan!" she finishes with a pleased smile, and Quinn can't help but smile at her girlfriend's antics even as she flushes a bit.
She places the condoms next to her on the bed and shakes her head. "I don't think we'll be needing these. You're the only one I've ever been with, and you're the only one I ever want to be with," Quinn says, gazing intently at Rachel. "When we do this, I want to be able to feel all of you."
Their first time finally happens in late September.
For the first time since Quinn started living with Rachel, they have the house all to themselves. Rachel's dads won a trip for an LGBT cruise, and while they were at first extremely reluctant to leave Quinn and Rachel alone, after a lot of coaxing from Rachel, they eventually relented.
Quinn shuffles Rachel out the door in the early afternoon on Saturday, sending her off with Kurt to get ready for tonight. She wants everything to be absolutely perfect for Rachel—to make this a night neither of them will ever forget.
She spends the late afternoon preparing dinner for Rachel—making sure to include some of her favorite foods. She's excited and a little nervous for tonight, which she thinks is a little strange considering they've been together for two and a half years, but cooking gives her something to focus on.
Once everything is finished, Quinn pops it into the fridge and then runs upstairs to get ready. She glances at the clock on her nightstand and sees that she has a little over an hour until Rachel will be arriving back home.
She strips down and hops into the shower, feeling herself growing more nervous by the second. As she rinses the shampoo from her hair, Quinn tries taking long breaths to calm herself down. It's just Rachel, she tells herself. There's no need to be nervous.
Quinn had picked out her outfit for tonight weeks ago. After a lot of hemming and hawing, she finally decided on a black, sleeveless dress, and as she slips into it now, she knows she made the right choice. It makes her feel a little sexy while still looking classy.
She's still looking herself over in the mirror, making sure her hair and makeup are perfect when the doorbell rings, causing a fresh wave of nerves and excitement to roll over her.
Quinn runs down the stairs before pausing to smooth down the front of her dress. She lets out a steadying breath and opens the front door.
"Hi," she says a little breathlessly, taking in the sight of Rachel standing on the front porch in a light pink dress, and Quinn is awestruck by just how beautiful she is.
"Hi," Rachel says, biting her lower lip and smiling adorably as she hands Quinn a bouquet of white flowers. "These are for you."
"Thank you," Quinn replies with a soft smile as she takes them from Rachel, wondering if it's possible to fall even more in love with her.
"They're gardenias," she explains as Quinn brings them closer to her face to breathe in their sweet scent.
"They're beautiful," she says, her smile growing wider as she presses a soft, lingering kiss to Rachel's lips. "Almost as beautiful as you," she says once they break apart.
Rachel smiles bashfully at her and interlaces her fingers with Quinn. Pulling Rachel lightly by the hand, Quinn leads her into the house and to the dining room, only letting go of her hand to pull out her chair. Rachel looks positively smitten, and it helps settle Quinn's nerves.
"I'm going to put the flowers in some water and get the first course," Quinn tells her as she lights the candles on the table. "Feel free to put on some music if you want," she adds, placing the iPod dock remote next to Rachel, fingertips brushing against the back of her hand.
Rachel's hand curls around hers then, and Quinn shifts her gaze to meet Rachel's. "Thank you for doing all this tonight," Rachel says.
Quinn shakes her head as her lips quirk up into a half smile. "Don't thank me yet. You might end up hating everything I made."
"I highly doubt that," Rachel disagrees. "Your food is always delicious."
As often seems to be the case, Rachel is right. To Quinn's relief, dinner is a success. Rachel loves the pumpkin soup she made to start their meal, and the mushroom and asparagus risotto actually has Rachel humming in pleasure as she eats it. For desert, Quinn has prepared chocolate covered strawberries, which are Rachel's absolute favorite, so Quinn knows she's good on that front.
Conversation is light and easy, just like it always is, but as the meal draws closer to its end, Quinn begins to feel her nerves to creep back in. As Rachel finishes off the last of the strawberries, Quinn reaches across the table and tangles her fingers with Rachel's to steady herself. There are things she needs to tell Rachel before things go any further tonight.
"The last three years of my life have been… tumultuous, to say the least," she begins, gazing into compassionate brown eyes. "But throughout it all, you've been my constant. I don't even want to imagine what my life would be like without you, and I can only hope that I bring you even a fraction of the happiness you've brought me."
Rachel's enamored smile grows as Quinn attempts to explain just how much she loves her. "That makes two of us," Rachel says, rubbing her thumb gently back and forth across the back of Quinn's hand. "I think I fell a little in love with you the first time I laid eyes on you, and I feel like I've been falling ever since."
Quinn shakes her head in awed disbelief. "Sometimes I can't believe that you're mine."
Rachel gets up from her seat then, walking over to stand beside Quinn. "Then let me show you," she says, locking her eyes on Quinn and laying herself completely bare through her gaze. Quinn's breath catches in her throat as she feels the air around them shift, feeling a subtle rush of excitement at the promise of what's to come as Rachel pulls her to her feet.
They walk up the stairs together hand-in-hand and head into Rachel's bedroom. Before they even make it onto the bed, Quinn has Rachel's head between her hands, drawing her in for a slow, sensuous kiss that immediately has her stirring below the waist. She slants her mouth to the side, and Rachel instinctively parts her lips, allowing Quinn to deepen their kiss. She can taste hints of chocolate on her tongue.
Rachel's hands wander to Quinn's back, her nimble fingers easily finding the zipper of Quinn's dress. Rachel breaks off their kiss and instantly attaches her mouth to Quinn's neck as she slowly lowers the zipper, exposing Quinn's back to the cool air of Rachel's bedroom. Quinn's hands slide down to Rachel's waist, her eyes fluttering closed as Rachel's mouth continues to work against her neck.
The straps of her dress slide down her arms, and Rachel's tongue laves against Quinn's collarbone causing her arousal to grow. Soon her dress is pooled around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.
"As much as I liked that dress on you, I like it much better off you," Rachel says as she gazes at Quinn's body with lust-filled eyes.
Quinn swallows thickly at Rachel's appreciation of her body, still so amazed by how much Rachel desires her—all of her.
Spurred on by that fact, Quinn latches her mouth on Rachel's pulse point, nipping lightly before suckling at the skin. Her slender fingers seek out the zipper on Rachel's dress, needing to see and feel her. As she slips the dress from Rachel's body, her mouth eagerly moves to explore the newly exposed skin of Rachel's shoulders.
Rachel's hands wander up and down her back, her nails occasionally scratching at her skin, before finally settling on her backside and squeezing, sending a surge of arousal through Quinn. Her lips falter against Rachel's skin as Rachel subtly grinds her lower abs against her clothed erection, causing her to let out a low moan.
They wind up atop the bed, side-by-side, hands drawing away the remaining barriers between them. Rachel leans down and captures one of Quinn's nipples in her mouth as her hand snakes down and fists around Quinn's hard shaft, swiping her thumb against the head and causing Quinn's hips to jerk. Quinn always finds it difficult to focus on anything when Rachel is touching her like this, but she's determined to show her girlfriend just how much she loves her.
She palms the curve of Rachel's hip before sliding her hand down between Rachel's legs. She smiles when she feels just how wet Rachel is, and when her slender fingers slide through her folds, Rachel moans against Quinn's breast.
Rachel's lips trail up Quinn's chest, nipping lightly at her collarbone and her neck, before locking them onto Quinn's once more.
Quinn pushes two fingers inside Rachel with ease, slowly pumping them in and out, while Rachel continues to slowly stroke Quinn's length. Eventually their kiss breaks, their hips thrusting into each other's hands as they pant against each other's mouths, gazing into each other's eyes—the fire between them steadily building.
"Quinn," Rachel whimpers, a neediness to her tone that Quinn hasn't heard before. "I need you."
Her words and the look in Rachel's eyes send a throb of pleasure through her core and a desire to please Rachel in every way she can. She rolls them over and settles on top of Rachel, their naked bodies pressing together deliciously and sending a feeling of desire and contentment through Quinn. Her erection brushes against the inside of Rachel's thighs, and she can feel the heat radiating from Rachel's center—so close to where she wants to touch most.
It's then that Quinn hesitates. "I've heard that… that it hurts the first time," she says, searching Rachel's eyes. "I don't want to hurt you, Rachel."
"You won't," she insists, cupping Quinn's cheek and lightly running her thumb back and forth. "And even if it's a little uncomfortable at first, it fades and becomes pleasurable. At least, that's what I've read."
Quinn worries her lower lip with her teeth, still uncertain.
"I want you, Quinn," Rachel says, lacing her fingers through blonde hair as she pulls her head down for a kiss. Rachel's hips slowly begin to rock, her clit bumping up against the head of Quinn's penis, eliciting a soft gasp. "I need to be closer to you. Please."
That word combined with Rachel's body pressing against her is Quinn's undoing, and she's powerless to do anything but what Rachel asks.
She reaches down with one hand, wrapping it around her shaft and guiding herself toward Rachel's entrance. She presses the tip of her penis against Rachel's wet folds, enjoying the feeling of her girlfriend's heat against her sensitive head. Hazel eyes travel up the length of Rachel's body before capturing brown eyes—dark with desire and shining with love.
Quinn lets go of her penis and wraps her arms around Rachel, grabbing onto her shoulders as she gently begins to push herself inside Rachel, never taking her eyes off Rachel's face. Quinn moans softly at the feeling of her length being enveloped by tight, wet heat. But her pleasure is muted when she sees Rachel's face screw up a little in pain—her breath hitching as she tenses beneath Quinn.
She stills her hips as guilt begins to creep in. "Are you okay?" she asks worriedly.
Rachel lets out a steadying breath and nods. "Yeah. Can you just… stay like this for a moment?"
"Whatever you need, Rachel," Quinn says softly, leaning down and pressing a soothing kiss to her lips. "I'm sorry."
"Shh, it's okay," Rachel assures her, wrapping her arms around Quinn's back. "It's a good kind of hurt—knowing that you're finally inside me."
Quinn feels herself grow impossibly harder at those words, and hearing them while actually being inside Rachel makes love and warmth blossom in her chest. "God, I love you so much," she breathes reverently, brushing her nose against Rachel's and gazing into her eyes.
"I love you too," Rachel replies just as reverently, looking at Quinn with nothing but adoration.
They stay together like that, just breathing each other in, keenly aware of how connected they are.
"I think I'm ready now," Rachel says softly after a few moments.
"Okay," Quinn nods, drawing her hips back slowly, hyperaware of the sensation of moving through tight heat, before sliding back in. Her mouth falls open in pleasure, and Rachel lets out a soft moan. "Is this okay?" she asks as she continues to carefully move in and out of Rachel.
Rachel licks her lips and nods. "More than okay," she says, tightening her hold around Quinn's back, and Quinn sinks into her embrace as her movements below her waist grow more confident.
The feeling of moving against Rachel like this—their naked bodies sliding against each other, being inside her—there's nothing else like it. "You feel so good, Rachel," Quinn moans, slowly picking up the pace of her thrusts.
Rachel gasps, burying her face in Quinn's neck. Her breathing comes out in soft pants that match every thrust of Quinn's hips, and it spurs Quinn on. She has never felt more alive or connected to Rachel, and her entire body tingles with pleasure.
The movement of her hips grows more erratic as she feels herself building toward her climax. She hopes Rachel is close too—she would love nothing more than to come together while so intimately connected.
"Rachel," Quinn gasps out, tightening her hold on her girlfriend. Her hips jerk, her body stiffens, and her mouth falls open in a silent cry as she feels a bolt of white-hot pleasure rip through her—a burst of warm wetness shooting out and filling Rachel up.
"Oh, God," Rachel moans, and Quinn can feel her walls clamping down on her penis. "Quinn," she cries softly as her body arches up into Quinn, trembling as she comes with a shuddering breath.
Quinn lifts her head and feels her heart swell with love as she gazes down at Rachel. There are tears of happiness in their eyes, and Quinn rests her forehead against Rachel's, savoring the feeling of being with her in the afterglow.
"I love you," Rachel says with a tearful smile, sniffling a little as she hugs Quinn.
"I love you too," she replies before leaning in and capturing Rachel's lips in a long, loving kiss.
Quinn holds Rachel close—feeling sated, warm, content, and, most of all, loved. She remembers a time when she had been convinced that she would never have this—that she was too defective and destined to be forever alone—but Rachel's love and acceptance has changed all of that. Quinn will never be like every other girl, but it doesn't matter quite so much anymore because here, in Rachel's arms, she knows she has found a home.
End