"I'm in love with you."

And suddenly, she feels like the weight of the world has just been taken off her shoulders. Why didn't she say it before? Was it the fear of being rejected? Which, she concluded years ago, was a great possibility. But that's part of the past now, she thinks as she remembers (Not that she forgot) that she has Rachel right on top of her, straddling her, with that sinful combination of short skirts and toned legs. So deliciously close…

"You have no idea how good it is to hear this…"

Rachel says serenely as she presses her forehead on Quinn's forehead.

"Rachel…" Quinn whispers. "I need…" She nibbles on her bottom lip as she is almost touching Rachel's lips.

"We can't." The brunette says a little upset. "We can't let her win."

"I'm more than okay with letting her win if that means I get to kiss you."

Taking a deep breath, Rachel pulls away slightly. She looks down for moment. Then something catches her attention.

"You're wearing jeans." She smiles delighted as she takes sight of Quinn's clothes more intently now. At least she is trying, since she still is on top of the blonde. Quinn is wearing jeans and a T-shirt combination. She would never leave her house like that in a normal day.

"Well, yeah…" Quinn tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "I was at home. I came in a rush."

"I love when you wear jeans…"

"I'm not even wearing makeup."

"Still the prettiest girl I ever met. Actually…"

She trails off as she looks at Quinn with rapt attention.

"You're even more beautiful." She sighs. "So pretty…" She adds in awe. "23 looks good on you."

Quinn doesn't say anything. She lifts her hand and with her thumb, she caresses Rachel's lips, outlining them with the tip of her finger.

Slowly, they get closer and closer to each other with Quinn cupping Rachel's neck, pulling the brunette more and more into her. When their lips are almost touching as Rachel places her hand on Quinn's thigh, she feels something on the blonde's pocket.

"Are you that aroused?" She teases, she knows it's a cellphone, it just hasn't sunk in yet. "Wait a minute…"

"That's my phone, my mother's phone actually. I lost mine. Actually, I think Sue told Becky to steal it." Quinn gets lost in her thoughts.

"I can't believe you had a phone with you all this time!" Rachel squeals.

"What?" Quinn frowns in confusion. "Of course I have one… I borrowed it from my mother before I came here."

"And why you didn't tell me?" Rachel says exasperated as she tries taking the phone from Quinn's pocket with no success.

"Hey, calm down." Quinn takes the phone and hands it to Rachel. "Here. Take it."

Rachel takes it rather roughly and unlocks the screen right away.

"It has no signal…" She deflates. She stands up and paces around the room, but nothing.

"Yep." Quinn watches her, still on the floor and already missing Rachel's closeness. "I figured that was going to be the case as the same happened with Kurt and Blaine."

"Sure, I'm an idiot." Rachel hands the phone back to Quinn as the blonde stands up as well.

"You are not. You could just kiss me you know…" Quinn looks at her seductively. "And then we'll talk outside."

"I'm going to eat. And you should at least drink the water."

Rachel sits on the mattress again, takes her lasagna and starts eating her food.

"Rachel, don't be stubborn."

"I'm not going to kiss you."

Slightly dejected, pressing her lips together in a thin line, Quinn looks down for a moment.

"Not here." Rachel adds as she notices Quinn's reaction.

"That's not really good to my anxiety you know? Knowing you wanna kiss me, but unable to just do it." She jokes and Rachel smiles.

"Drink the water."

"I'm not going to drink it. I don't wanna have to hold my pee."

Induction is an interesting thing, for instance, Rachel was good, but now that Quinn brought it up, she is desperately in need to pee.

"Oh my God." She opens her eyes widely. "Now that you said that, I want to pee. No, I need to pee."

She stands up and starts bouncing, leaning on one leg and then on the other.

"Sue! Let me out, I need to pee!" She shouts.

"Oh, there's no need to desperation." Sue's voice comes out of the speaker.

Suddenly, on the left of the mattress, the wall slides to the side revealing a small bathroom.

"See?"

"You're crazy coach…" Quinn says impressed.

Unceremoniously, Rachel goes to the bathroom right away. The bathroom is really very small, so Quinn can see the toilet from where she is standing. She sees when Rachel slides her panty down her legs and turns around immediately.

"Sorry." She says as Rachel holds her skirt and sits on the toilet.

"Nothing that you haven't seen, right?" Rachel smirks as she looks at the blonde's back.

"What?" Quinn turns her head around, outraged, but turns back again immediately. "That was an accident. You should've locked the door. And by the way I didn't see anything. It was all steamy."

"That hotel door was defective, you knew that. The other girls didn't burst in like that…"

"What are you insinuating?"

"Nothing." Rachel smiles as she is now washing her hands. "And you can look at me now, I finished."

"Maybe I don't want to look at you."

Amused, Rachel tilts her head to the side, a lovesick smile plastered on her face. She then walks toward Quinn and embraces the blonde from behind. With a sigh, Quinn leans a little more into the embrace as a sign of total delight. Tightening her hold ever so slightly, Rachel places her chin on Quinn's shoulder. They remain like this, just enjoying each other's closeness for a moment until Rachel starts laughing.

"What?" Quinn questions her.

"I'm just thinking how surreal this is."

"What is?"

"We. Me holding you like this."

"Is it that surreal?"

"Well… It is…"

As Quinn remains silent, Rachel gets thoughtful.

"Isn't it? I mean, don't you think it's a little surreal?"

"I guess I always craved for that… so…" She turns her head, Rachel's nose caressing her cheek. "I fantasized about this a little too much for my own good, actually."

"And that's even more surreal. At least to me." Rachel starts planting light kisses across the blonde's chin. "I think you don't get it. You don't get what you mean to me." She moves to the neck.

"I know you're a passionate person. I know you care. That's not…" She trails off as she sighs, enjoying the sensation of Rachel's lips on her skin. "You care. You're like that with everybody."

Rachel stops the kisses.

"Except, do you think I do this to everybody?" She kisses Quinn's neck for good measure, but with an open mouth kiss this time.

"I hope not."

The blonde turns around and they get face to face. She cups both of Rachel's cheeks as she looks at the brunette passionately.

"Rachel…" She says with longing.

"They know we're here. She won't keep us here much longer…"

Rachel says, sounding more like she is pleading as she is almost losing her resolve. She could just kiss Quinn, right here, right now. God knows how she wants it more than ever, especially with Quinn so close to her, pleading her and looking at her with those bewitching hazel eyes.

But at the same time, that's not how she wanted them to work out their relationship, or rather, to figure out the nature of their relationship. When she went to Mr. Schue to talk about Quinn, she was looking for clarification. Something their friends could've given to her, only they were not going to be reserved like Mr. Schue were. And for the sake of her insecurity, she didn't want to open up to her friends before she and Quinn had everything settled.

Her plan is ruined, but now she wants their kiss to be a personal experience, rather than something filmed and forced. Not that kissing Quinn is something she doesn't want.

"She is persistent…"

"So am I."

Quinn takes a deep breath, her eyes on Rachel's lips.

"Are you comfortable with yourself?"

"Uh?" The blonde questions as she is confused with the change in the subject.

"Are you okay… I mean, that you're gay?"

"Yes." Quinn says with sincerity. "I mean. If you had asked me this question years ago I would've said no. Did I want to kiss you senseless every time I saw you? Yes. Was I ready to come out? No."

That puts a smile on Rachel's lips and she goes back to her spot on the mattress, she still has to eat her now almost cold food.

"What about you?" Quinn asks as she is a little anxious to know this answer.

"You were dying to make this question, weren't you?" Rachel smiles amused.

"So…"

"I know since I was thirteen years old. I had a crush on a girl from my ballet classes. I mean, I loved her smell, her smile, everything about her. I just figured it was a crush." She giggles a little. "Anyway, then high school happened and you know, I was never the coolest kid around. I had a lot of things to worry about. I didn't want to add this to the list of reasons why people bullied me. Besides I had my fathers to care about. I knew I had to be one hundred percent sure because the backlash was going to be awful. You know, the gay parent's kid turning gay. Or in my case, bisexual." She smirks. "Is it satisfying for you?"

"You have no idea how satisfying it is to hear that the Rachel Berry is not straight." Quinn says with her husky tone.

"Are you kidding me? I don't think it's more satisfying than to know the Quinn Fabray is gay…"

"Oh, you have no idea."

"You should show me someday."

"I intend to."

Quinn teases and Rachel bits down on her bottom lip in anticipation.

"Seriously though, I can only imagine how hard it was for you…" She says a little emotional.

"Not as much as it was for you. I have amazing dads. They support me. The rest of the world could go to hell, I knew I had them and their unconditional love. You didn't have that."

"My mother is really different. Sometimes it's surreal even." The blonde explains, smiling from ear to ear.

"That's so good to hear Quinn. I'm happy for you."

Lying on the mattress, Quinn has Rachel's head on her chest. She is caressing the brunette's hair as Rachel talks.

"… She moved out of the city. We lost touch."

"Thank God."

"Quinn!" Rachel complains, although she is smiling. "That's mean."

"What? She was your first crush. Even before Finn. How can I compete with her?"

"She actually moved out of the city after I met you and Finn… so… Anyway, as I was saying. We lost touch and then I met Finn and you know how it goes from here. I knew I was attracted to girls, but I just didn't want to talk about it. I know it sounds like a big hypocrisy, but… I don't know…"

"Rachel, it's not easy, to anybody. We're lived in Lima, Ohio."

"I know, but… I could've talked to Kurt at least."

"Maybe. Maybe not. That's personal, I know he can relate to it, but you didn't have to do anything you weren't ready for. Besides, you're bisexual, you're supposed to date boys too. It's not like you were fooling yourself…" She sighs as she remembers her struggle.

"We should talk about something lighter now." Rachel suggest, embracing Quinn's waist.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything. I want to get to know you more. You were always some sort of mystery to me."

"Ask away."

And then, completely comfortable with each other, they start talking about everything. That is, until they both fall asleep.

Sorry the wait, had some healthy issues this week. I'll try to update tomorrow.

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About my other stories, I'm going to update them this weekend. See you all!