Backlog: You know it's been so long... Part Two
Who: Quinn and Rachel
When: Wednesday, 2nd February 2019
Where: Rachel’s House
What: You know, it’s been so long...
Status: Complete
***WARNING: Rated NC-17 for briefly at the beginning and at the end.***
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“See?” Rachel grinned, bringing her fork to her mouth. “A clothing optional meal is a great idea.” She slid the fork into her mouth as she lifted her foot onto the edge of the blonde’s chair and nudged Quinn’s naked thigh with her toes.
Quinn grinned over at her. “You just wanted to have a naked dinner. Sorry I ruined your plans by putting on a shirt. I just didn’t think running the risk of having one of our kids throwing up on my freshly clean body sounded like a smart idea.” She took a bite of her dinner and chewed thoughtfully. “But I like this look on you.”
“Well, I like that you’re only wearing the top. Much easier access to what I really want for dessert,” Rachel replied as she let her eyes burn a path down to Quinn’s thighs.
Groaning, Quinn shook her head. “Rachel...behave,” she said, though she flushed with arousal. “We can actually make it through dinner without going at it like rabbits.”
Smirking, Rachel cut a piece of her cannelloni. “You’re the one that’s been thinking about me all day,” she replied. She brought her forkful to her mouth and wrapped her lips around her fork, slowly pulling it free. She moaned softly at the delicious taste, her eyes filled with mirth as Quinn shifted in her seat slightly.
“If I hadn’t had a little ‘me’ time in the tub, that would work,” Quinn said with a smirk of her own. “Dinner’s great. I’ve missed your cooking.”
Rachel shrugged and smiled. “A girl’s got to try, even if you have found a substitute,” she replied with a dramatic sigh.
“You should know by now that there is no ‘substitute’ for Rachel Berry. I’m pretty sure they broke the mold. A fact I am grateful for daily for various reasons. I was just really worked up earlier and once wasn’t enough,” Quinn said casually, taking a sip of her water. “So what did you do today?”
“I am pretty spectacular,” Rachel replied with a smile before ducking her head and cutting off another piece of her dinner. She moved her foot from Quinn’s chair to the floor and turned to sit properly, pressing her knees together. “Brittany came over for a visit to meet the twins,” Rachel offered with a grin, taking Quinn’s lead to shift the conversation away from sex. “She gave Olivia her first nickname. Actually,” she began. “She received two nicknames today. You gave her the second one tonight.” Rachel leaned forward slightly over her plate and rest her left forearm on the edge of the table in front of her, causing her shoulders to hunch slightly as she took a bite of her food.
“Yeah? What did she call her?” Quinn asked, taking another bite of her cannelloni. She was slightly disappointed that she’d missed Brittany’s visit. She hadn’t seen her best friend in over a week and she was missing her. “What did you guys get up to?”
Rachel shrugged again. “We just talked about the babies mostly,” she began before ducking her head and blushing slightly. “I might have mentioned something about you being ‘it’ for me and then we talked about how things with Emma were going.” Rachel cut another piece off her dinner, bringing it to her lips and quickly taking a bite.
Quinn watched her for a moment, taking a sip of her drink as she let Rachel’s words settle over her. “Do you really believe that, Rach? Do you think I’m ‘it’ for you?” She asked slowly, her heart starting to beat faster. She knew that she loved Rachel. She knew that she loved their children and that one day she wanted to have a future with her, but Quinn’s life had never really left room for thinking like that. “The one” was something she’d given up believing in long before her first marriage had ended, but she felt ...an indescribable feeling when she heard Rachel say it. It scared her, but she didn’t want to run away. It just made her want to stay even more.
Rachel let her fork hang from her fingertips as she looked over at Quinn and slowly chewed her mouthful. Did she really think Quinn was ‘it’ for her? Yes, she did. She wouldn’t have told Brittany that if she hadn’t meant it. Rachel swallowed carefully and nodded her head slightly. “I do think you’re ‘it’ for me. I’m not naive enough to think that we don’t still have a lot to learn about each other, and a lot to work on to stay together, but I want my life to be with you,” she said. Rachel sat up slightly straighter. “Mark my words, we’ll be engaged within the next twelve to fourteen months, and will need to discuss extensions on the house, because I assume we’re all going to be living here and the children need their own rooms. We also have to think about the future children we’ll be having and make sure we have the space for them, too.”
“Slow down. I’m still pregnant with the fourth. I just wanted to know how you felt,” Quinn said with a soft smile. “I want my life with you too. I just worry a lot,” she admitted, looking down at her plate. “We’ve only been together about two months. There’s a lot of things that come into this like our history and the kids and I love you so much. I just get scared this is all going to get messed up sometimes.”
Rachel was silent for a few seconds. “I understand you probably have a need to worry about those things, but if you dwell on those issues too much, you’re going to miss out on just enjoying our relationship,” she said with a small smile. She set her fork down and reached toward Quinn and let her fingers caress the back of her hand. “I’m not saying don’t worry about them, but there are so many good things to look forward to.”
Quinn nodded. “I know. It’s just hard not to focus on everything that could go wrong when the bottom has actually fallen out of your life and it took so long to rebuild it. I know I’d have support and I’m not saying I doubt you. I just-I don’t know. I think this is why I never talked to Mike about the future. I just couldn’t bring myself to think about it, but with you, I find myself thinking about it a lot and it’s scary. But I don’t want to leave. I want it so bad. I just guess I’m afraid I’ll never have it. I’m afraid it’s too soon to know. I don’t want to be wrong and hurt our kids, but a part of me thinks I’d be worried like this even if it had been you and I together for two years. Does that make sense?”
Rachel nodded in understanding. There were a lot of things she thought weren’t going to be possible after Isobel left her. She’d had to re-evaluate a lot of aspects of her life since deciding to keep the twins and not everything had yet been sorted. “What are the things you want for your future?” They’d talked, actually, Rachel had spoken a lot about the things she saw for her future with Quinn, but Quinn had never discussed what she wanted out of life, even just in general.
“I don’t know,” Quinn answered honestly, frowning that she hadn’t ever considered the question. “I mean I know what I want for my kids. I don’t want to have to worry about money forever. I want to be able to afford to help send them to college and for them to just grow up happy and healthy, but...I don’t know. Before I would have said I wanted to have another baby and in theory, I hoped that meant I’d be married again, but actually seeing myself getting married again...I don’t know.” She sat back in her seat and ran her hand over her stomach. “I just want the dream, you know? Like married and happy. It’s what I always wanted, but when Puck left, I guess I figured I’d be okay if I never got married again.”
Rachel was thoughtful for a few moments. “I wasn’t sure I wanted marriage after everything with Isobel happened. I mean, we were weeks away from “wedded bliss” and then suddenly I was single and pregnant and without anyone to support me.” She took her second to last bite of her meal and chewed quickly. “You can probably imagine that I have my ideal wedding planned out, location, guest list, flowers and even the cake... I know what I want, but maybe we should be discussing what we can get from a marriage that we can’t get from our relationship without a piece of paper saying we belong to each other,” Rachel suggested with a slight frown. “What are your reasons for wanting to get married?”
“I think that’s not the right way to think of it. Most marriage counselors say the reason most marriages fail is because people go into it thinking it’s going to be some major change, but it isn’t. I think I married Puck for the wrong reasons. He made me promises. I wanted a family for Abby and I loved him, but it wasn’t the right kind of love. I loved him because of Abby and because I thought I should. I don’t think- scratch that- I know it wouldn’t be why I married you. Even if I’d married Mike it would have been out of some sense of obligation. A commitment to you would be that a commitment. I don’t need the paper I don’t think, but I want it,” Quinn answered as a strange feeling settled in her chest. “I think that’s what scares me. I’ve never wanted to be this committed.”
Rachel beamed over at Quinn and sat up straighter, bringing her right leg up and under her bottom on the chair. She leaned forward, her loose hair falling forward to brush over the top of her breast. “You want to be married to me because you don’t need the piece of paper, but you want it?” Rachel’s left foot began to bounce against the floor in excitement. She stared at Quinn for a few seconds, a wide grin still in place. “I’m more selfish. I want my day in a white dress and matching rings. I want gifts and the wedding night and the child-free honeymoon.”
Quinn chuckled, taking the moment to relax a little. “Well yeah, there’s that too, but I guess I wonder why, if you already know this is what you want, why you want to wait a year before we got engaged...” She wasn’t bringing it up because she wanted Rachel to propose or make things go any faster than they already had. She just wondered what Rachel’s motivations were.
Rachel waved a hand between them. “Oh, that’s purely for selfish reasons. We need to design the rings and then have them made, and we need to save for at least one family holiday before the engagement and then my whole proposal trip which the children need to be old enough for us to leave for ten days. Don’t forget we also need to plan the wedding and let’s try for neither of us to be pregnant during that because I’d like both of us to have a glass of Champagne at the reception. Oh! and I’d very much like for ample opportunity to get my body back to its previous measurements. I feel like we won’t need to wait too long after the actual engagement before we have the wedding. What are your thoughts? Is there anything you’d like to add to the plans?” Rachel looked curiously at Quinn as she took her last mouthful.
Left hand running over her face, Quinn shook her head. “No, I have nothing to add, but promise me you won’t be too offended if I want to utilize that time to make sure we’re good in our relationship,” she said slowly. Rachel made her head spin sometimes. She wondered what went on in the brunette’s mind most days. She was sure it would terrify her.
Shrugging a shoulder, Rachel swallowed. “Well that was expected. Just try not to focus on just the negatives. Now, how about timing? Is twelve months too long for you to wait for that ring?” She asked, reaching for her glass of water and taking a few sips.
“I believe my last statement is indicative that I think the timing is great, preferred even,” Quinn answered, meeting Rachel’s gaze. “We don’t even live together yet. So really, one giant relationship step at a time.”
“Hmmm, a conversation about cohabitation. In my original plan, this discussion would have occurred a little earlier in our relationship due to the arrival of the twins, but unforeseen circumstances such as my hospitalization have taken us off course,” Rachel began sitting back slightly and moving her leg out from beneath her. “What are your thoughts on our living arrangements?”
Quinn shrugged. “We’ve basically been living together for over two months unofficially. It’s not that I hate it. I love being with you and the babies everyday and I miss Abby and I want her here with us.”
“What would make it official for you, then?” Rachel asked, pushing her plate away and crossing her arms loosely over her chest.
“I don’t know, a discussion about it maybe? We haven’t done a lot of that. You said you wanted my name on the birth certificate then you seemed surprised I expected to live with them. I’m just not sure what you expected to happen,” Quinn said as she pushed her plate away.
Rachel used her index finger to trace the rim of her glass. “Honestly, I had never expected to move in with you after Thanksgiving. I think that’s why I was surprised you were moving in after the birth.” She glanced up at Quinn. “Your name on the birth certificate wasn’t a rash decision on my part, but I also didn’t it want it to act as a reason you had to move in. I don’t want you to think that I am forcing you into a situation you don’t want. I don’t want you feeling like you need to give up the life you had before I came along.”
“I don’t. I just want to be with my children. It really has little to do with you as weird as that will sound. I mean I do like that you’re a part of it, but I just...want to be there for them as much as I can and I want to be with them,” Quinn explained with a shrug.
“I understand that, more than I ever have before, but what do you want for you?” Rachel asked, a small frown forming on her face. “What do you want to achieve in your career? What do you want to achieve just for you?”
“I just want to get to a place where I don’t have to worry about money. I don’t think I ever will with another mouth to feed. Three more mouths to feed. I’ve never really thought beyond that,” Quinn said, shifting in her seat.
Rachel suddenly felt sad for a moment. Quinn was twenty-four years old and had no other aspirations other than to have enough money to support her family? It wasn’t that she felt that Quinn’s priorities and concerns weren’t important, but surely there was something she wanted to do that was just for her. Rachel reached over and grabbed Quinn’s hand. “Don’t you want to visit the Louvre in Paris, sunbathe on the beaches of Greece, ride a double-decker bus in London? Or even write a book? Or I don’t know, take a road trip across America? When all our kids are out of college, when they have their own families, isn’t there something you want to do or say you’ve done?” Rachel moved her hand up to brush away a few strands of blonde hair behind Quinn’s ear. “We both bear the burden of providing for our kids, but we’ll make it work. It doesn’t mean that we can’t plan to do things for ourselves, too. You know that, right?”
“I guess. I mean all of those options sound great. I’d like to do all of them someday...maybe. I just don’t need them to be happy. Being stuck in Lima used to be like a fate worse than death when we were kids. Now, I’m pretty content here. I know you aren’t though,” Quinn said, sighing as Rachel’s fingers grazed her neck.
Rachel sighed. “I am content. In fact, I’m downright happy, right now. This is where I want to be and where I need to be. I want the twins to grow up here and you’re here. That’s enough for me,” she said in earnest. Rachel moved her thumb to caress Quinn’s jawline. “I just... I want to be able to show our kids that they have a whole world out there. I don’t think Lima is a horrible place for them to grow up, but I don’t want to limit them either. I’m going to support them in whatever decision they make for their future, but how can they make an informed decision without having experienced what there is to offer? I just want to know that we’re giving ourselves and them, all the opportunities we can.” Rachel drew her hand back away from Quinn’s neck and ducked her head.
Her immediate reaction was to be affronted by Rachel suggesting that hers and Abby’s lives weren’t as fulfilling as they could be. She knew Rachel didn’t mean it like that, but it was difficult not to feel like Rachel thought she wasn’t as good of a mother as she could be. “I don’t know Rachel. You were raised here and you don’t seem to have any issues being ambitious.”
Rachel frowned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean... this is coming out all wrong, I suspect. You have given everything you could give to Abby, and I know you probably see it as depending on me, or something ridiculous, even if we’re going to be married one day, but have you thought about all the opportunities we can give all of our children together?” Rachel’s eyes bore into Quinn. “I’m not saying they have to go overseas to experience life, they can have so many experiences here, but I don’t want us to limit their opportunities. If you could take Abby and the twins anywhere in the world where would it be? What’s one thing that you would want Abby to experience? What is something we, you and I together, can work toward for her?”
Quinn bit her bottom lip, not wanting to say for fear that Rachel would take what she said and run with it. “I don’t know,” she said instead, looking away.
Rachel leaned forward. “There is something you want for her. Please don’t think you can’t make it happen, because you can. We can.” Rachel reached out to cup the side of Quinn’s face. “Tell me. Please,” she pleaded in a soft voice.
“I can’t,” Quinn insisted quietly. “We haven’t even discussed when you’ll be going back to work and I don’t just mean at the high school. I mean your actual job.”
Rachel shook her head. “No, no, no. This isn’t about me. Broadway isn’t going anywhere and I can continue doing bit parts here and there once the twins are old enough and we have the support in place. As long as I’m singing, I’m going to be happy. Now, stop being a stubborn, but cute, ass and tell me,” Rachel replied, begging Quinn to confide in her. If Quinn couldn’t see the potential their relationship had for their family, Rachel was just going to have to try harder.
“Okay, I’ll tell you, but you have to make me a promise.” She paused and looked at Rachel expectantly. The brunette rolled her eyes but nodded, encouraging her to continue. “Promise you won’t go out and do this on your own as a surprise, okay? I want this to be my gift to her someday.”
Rachel rolled her eyes again. “Okay, okay. I promise not to do this on my own.” Rachel rolled her hand between them in circles, trying to hurry Quinn up with her secret.
“I want to take her to England, show her where the Beatles are from. I think she’d really love that. I mean we could visit all of the historic landmarks and such, but I’d really go there to show her about them. I know she won’t necessarily always love the Beatles, but they’re such a big part of her now,” Quinn said softly.
Rachel sat up straight, grinned and let out a squeal, causing Quinn to jump in fright. Leaning forward across the table, her left breast knocking her fork off her plate, Rachel grabbed for Quinn’s shoulders and shook her slightly. “Oh my gosh, Quinn! This is totally doable. If we aim for the trip in two to three years time, the babies will all be walking and we can take them to Abbey Road and have them walk across the famous crosswalk. We can line them up by age! Abby in the front, then Benjamin, then Olivia and then this little one,” Rachel rambled as she placed her hand on the top of Quinn’s belly. “You know, we really need to think of a name for him.” She waved a hand between them. “Doesn’t matter, there’s plenty of time for that. We could have them wear matching outfits and they would look so adorable, Quinn.” Rachel saw Quinn open her mouth to interrupt, but Rachel quickly placed a hand over it. “I only promised that I wouldn’t do it on my own. You never said I couldn’t help. Just, remember that,” she said with a pointed look and a pointing finger before she slowly removed her hand from Quinn’s mouth.
Quinn looked over at her, raising an eyebrow. “We’ll see,” she said noncommittaly. She didn’t know about matching outfits and having toddlers walking on Abbey Road, but Rachel’s enthusiasm was contagious. She leaned over and kissed the brunette softly.
Rachel deepened the kiss and brought her hand up to bury her fingers in Quinn’s hair, tugging her closer. “Are we moving to dessert now? Because you have no idea how badly I want to bury myself between your legs right now.” Rachel whispered against Quinn’s lips when she pulled away slightly. “You have no idea how much planning our future turns me on.” And without any opportunity for Quinn to protest, she leaned in and captured Quinn’s lips in a heated kiss.
Squeaking in surprise, Quinn let herself get lost in the kiss before she pulled away, panting. “W-We can do that, but can we finish this conversation first? We didn’t actually make any decisions about living together,” she said, managing to catch her breath.
Rachel began to practically crawl across the corner of the table as she moved her lips down to Quinn’s neck. “You want decisions? Move in with me and the twins permanently. There’s enough room for another crib with the twins until we can expand. We can set up the spare room and make it Abby’s room.” Rachel bit Quinn’s neck, her right hand moving to the hem of Quinn’s top and sliding up underneath it. “You can either sell your house,” she began before licking the bite mark she’d left. “Or, you can put it on the market for rent. Supplement your income,” she added, her hand now cupping Quinn’s breast. Rachel pulled her head back. “Dessert, yet?”
“Just like that? This how you want to make a major relationship decision?” Quinn asked, whimpering as Rachel’s thumb brushed over her nipple. She was used to her body reacting to Rachel’s touch and sometimes just the thought of Rachel’s touch, but her hormones were starting to go crazy and she was having a hard time focusing.
“We can keep discussing it, but I’m going to keep touching you, kissing you, licking you... even biting you,” Rachel replied in a husky tone, her teeth nipping at Quinn’s ear lobe as her fingers pinched Quinn’s nipple. “Ask your questions, Quinn. You have my complete attention.”
Quinn moaned, arching forward. “I can’t concentrate if you do that and I need to know how you really feel about Abby moving here permanently.” The blonde grabbed Rachel’s hand before she could pinch her nipple again. “I’m serious. Not that she can as long as my ex-husband is living in the backyard.”
Rachel let her head drop forward to rest against Quinn’s shoulder. She carefully began to sit back in her chair. “Okay, I’m sorry,” Rachel apologized, feeling Quinn’s hand loosen around her fingers. She slid her hand down to rest on the top of Quinn’s thigh. “Let’s discuss Abby.”
“How do you feel about her being here? I mean honestly. I know you care about her and everything, but she’s an older child and she’s noisy and makes messes. That’s a big change for you,” Quinn said, studying Rachel’s expressions as she spoke.
Rachel slid herself and her chair toward Quinn before resting her elbow on the corner of the table. “It’s going to be a big change for both of us. I want to make this her home, so she feels comfortable, but it will be difficult. There are things here she won’t be able to do, like she was allowed to at home. When the twins are sleeping, she’s going to have to be quieter, and a lot of our attention will need to go to them.” Rachel paused and took a breath. “I would like her here, with us, because I think this is where she belongs, I am just concerned for her, too.”
“You’re right. It is going to be an adjustment,” Quinn said evenly, clearing her throat because she wanted to make sure she was as clear as possible. “I just don’t want her to feel like you favor them over her. This is hard because I’m usually the only disciplinarian she has. Even Finn and Mike kind of deferred to me.” Quinn ran a hand through her hair and sighed. “Look. I just don’t want this to become like Cinderella. I won’t let her disrespect you, but I think for now, I should probably remain the one that handles all of the discipline problems that might arise.”
Rachel frowned slightly. “I understand and I don’t disagree. You and I and my relationship with Abby is nowhere near a comfortable place where it would be okay for me to be a disciplinarian,” she began sincerely. “But, there may be times when I do have to step in if you aren’t home at the time. I predict they will be few and far between, but a lot has happened in a short time for her, so a little adjustment period is certainly expected.” Rachel sat back in her chair, her shoulders straighter. “I understand your concerns regarding a Cinderella-like household, but the twins will need a lot more attention than Abby does for a while. Not that I won’t make time for her, because the twins do nap a lot, I just mean that their needs will probably come first a lot.”
“I know, but I just don’t want you to judge me and my parenting skills when it comes to handling it,” The blonde clarified. “This isn’t going to work is it?” Quinn asked with a frown.
“Wait, why won’t this work?” Rachel asked, her heart beginning to pound in her chest. “We can make this work. We just need to sit down with Abby and talk about things. I’m sure she has her own concerns as well. I mean, we can make this work,” Rachel insisted, her hand reaching out to squeeze Quinn’s knee.
Quinn met Rachel’s gaze and nodded. “I think we should sit down with her because if she really has a problem with this...I’m not saying I want to end us. I think we’d just have to wait to make this more permanent.”
Rachel pulled back and buried her hands in her lap. “And if we have to wait? What does that mean for us? For the twins?”
“It means...I don’t know. I’ve never done this before, Rachel. A part of me knows I can’t let an eight-year-old dictate the lives of six people. I know that. I want to just say, this is how it is and if you don’t like it, then that’s just too bad,” Quinn started. She could feel herself starting to get frustrated, but not at Rachel, at the situation. “I also know that I hated when my parents did that to me. I’ve already kind of been doing that to her, but this isn’t simple like when you got sick. She was still in the comforts of her own home. I might be worrying for nothing, but I want her to feel like she has a voice. You’d want to do the same for the twins. I’d want to do the same for the twins. What do you think that means for us?”
“This is why I suggested we sit down and talk to her. If you feel it should just be the two of you, that’s fine. I understand,” Rachel replied, leaning on her forearm. “But it didn’t really answer my question. If here is not where she wants to be, and it’s perfectly fine for her to feel that way, then what does become of us? How will the situation with the twins work?”
“It will work. I’m not walking away from any of you. I guess I just need to know that you’re with me on this. That you’ll help me make it work. Even if it takes time. You have to know I’ll do whatever I have to to make sure everyone is taken care of,” Quinn answered, reaching for Rachel’s hand. “We’ve just been sort of living in a bubble. As much as I’ve tried to be realistic when it came to us, it still hasn’t changed that. This is what I’ve been saying all evening. These were the things I always avoided thinking about with Mike. With you, I want to think about them, but I need to know that you’re going to stick with me while I figure it out. I need to know you’re going to help me and that you understand that there might not always be an easy answer.”
“When it comes to issues regarding Abby, I’m always going to defer to you. Maybe, one day, it will be different, but until then, I understand how this will work. I don’t want her to feel like a stranger in this home. I will do what I can to make her feel welcome, but Quinn, I am with you on this,” Rachel said, reaching forward to run her fingers through Quinn’s hair.
Quinn nodded. “Then all we can do at this point is have a talk with her. I will take her out on Sunday for breakfast and talk with her one on one and then we can come back here and talk with you. I don’t want to leave you out, but I don’t want her to feel cornered either, you know?”
Rachel smiled softly. “I won’t feel left out, Quinn. This is something you need to discuss with her on your own. Depending on how that goes, then we can sit down and talk to her together. I don’t want her to feel any more ambushed than you do,” Rachel replied, her hand moving to the side of Quinn’s neck. “It’s going to work out. Trust me,” she said.
“I’d say I was sorry that this was so difficult, but I’m not sorry for having to worry about how this is all going to affect her. I am sorry that it’s just coming up now. I feel like I should have prepared her more for this,” Quinn said, leaning into Rachel’s touch. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay, Quinn,” Rachel insisted with a smile. “I think if we had been dating before I was pregnant, if I hadn’t just turned up in your lives and turned it all upside down, then this would probably be easier, but it’s not how things happened. I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves, only because we don’t know how Abby is going to take the news of you wanting to move in permanently. I won’t be surprised if she doesn’t react well, but she’s also a great kid, Quinn. She’s going to be fine, and if she’s not, then we can deal with it when it happens. But let’s give her a little credit as well, okay?” Rachel replied with a grin. She leaned forward and kissed Quinn on the lips. “Let’s leave the dishes in the sink. We can clean up in the morning.”
Quinn pressed her lips to Rachel’s again. “Okay, we should probably make the most of the time we have left before the twins wake up.”
“Which probably isn’t long, but let’s hope they decide to make this break a long one,” Rachel replied with a grin before pecking Quinn on the lips and pushing herself up out of her seat. She collected hers and Quinn’s plates and took them over to the sink, running water over them before setting them down inside the basin.
“I’m sorry I ruined your plans tonight,” Quinn said quietly, slowly rising from her seat and rubbing her lower back. “I know you had everything plotted out and I kind of threw a monkey wrench in them.”
Rachel shrugged and offered Quinn a smile. “You’re the one that really lost out. I had a whole massage planned, and there were going to be candles and soft music and I even managed to change the sheets, just so we could dirty them again,” Rachel replied, making her way over to Quinn with a grin as she waggled her eyebrows. She began walking the blonde carefully backwards and toward the hallway, leaving their chairs out and the glasses on the table.
Quinn frowned. “I really did miss out. Now, I’m sad.” She wasn’t really. She could see the gleam in Rachel’s eyes. It was telling her she hadn’t actually missed out on anything.
“Poor Quinn,” Rachel said with a pout. “However else are we going to spend the remainder of our evening?” She asked as her right hand began to slide a path up and under Quinn’s top, all the while directing her toward the staircase.
“I don’t know. You tell me. You’re the one with all the plans,” Quinn answered breathlessly. She needed to pay attention to where she was walking or risk falling on the stairs. “Can I at least turn around?”
Rachel shook her head and grinned, leaning in to nuzzle Quinn’s neck. She let both her hands sneak up under Quinn’s top. She gripped Quinn’s hip with her left hand and gently massaged Quinn’s breast with her right hand. They backed up into the bottom step and Rachel grinned. “There are twenty-five steps,” she murmured against Quinn’s neck. “We’re going to take them nice and slow and you’re going to count them off, one by one.”
Quinn’s eyes widened. “Like count them off by orgasm or something? Because you’re good, but I don’t think I could come twenty-five times,” she breathed, her heart pounding at the thought as arousal moved through her rapidly.
Rachel chuckled, her thumb caressing Quinn’s nipple. “If we went by that, we’d definitely miss the twins’ next feeding,” she said. Rachel kissed Quinn’s jaw a few times. “Let’s try something different. Pick a number between one and twenty-five.”
“What am I picking it for?” Quinn countered.
Rachel pulled back. “Well, that would ruin it,” she retorted with a grin. “Pick a number Quinn,” she ordered the blonde before her lips reattached themselves to Quinn’s neck.
Moaning, Quinn’s eyes slipped shut. Rachel’s touch and smell were wreaking havoc on her libido. “I don’t know,” she sighed, softly, tilting her head to give Rachel better access. “Fifteen?”
Rachel slid her right hand from Quinn’s breast down to Quinn’s belly, caressing it in soft circles. “Fifteen? That’s your final answer?” Rachel asked in a low voice, her lips moving to Quinn’s ear. She used her tongue to trace the outer shell before her teeth nipped at her ear lobe.
“Rachel, I have no idea what you’re going on about, but let’s just say yes because I really need you to touch me right now.” Quinn whined in the back of her throat as Rachel’s teeth nipped her again. She was starting to get wet and she wasn’t wearing any panties. She really wanted to make it upstairs to the bedroom.
“Get us to the fifteenth step, Quinn,” Rachel said leaning into Quinn, forcing her onto the first step. “One,” Rachel whispered, her hand sliding lower on Quinn’s belly. She placed her foot on the first step and began to walk into Quinn, her left hand on Quinn’s hip guiding the blonde back onto the second step. “Two,” she whispered with a grin.
“I still don’t know what you want me to do, but I’ll do it,” Quinn gasped as she gripped the banister and moved up the steps backwards. “I’d just rather not risk falling on the stairs.”
Rachel grinned up at Quinn, their height difference more noticeable with her a step below. “I know. You’re going to be fine. Just go slow,” Rachel said, her voice soft and her grip on Quinn’s hip tight. They moved up a few steps. “Seven,” Rachel counted. “Only eight more to go.”
Quinn frowned in confusion as she moved up two more steps. Their movements were bumpy and uneven due to their height differences and the stairs. She was mostly just hoping she didn’t fall. It wasn’t proving to be an easy task. On the third step, she nearly slipped when Rachel pinched her nipple. “Fuck! This is getting dangerous.”
Rachel squeezed Quinn’s hip. “It’s only dangerous if you don’t trust me. I won’t let you slip. Just go slow,” she insisted. She let her thumb caress over Quinn’s nipple, soothing it from previous abuse. “Nine, by the way,” she added with a giggle.
“Nine?” Quinn asked, unable to focus on Rachel’s word as arousal pooled in the lower part of her stomach. “What?”
Rachel moved Quinn onto the next step. “That’s ten. Only five more to go, Quinn. Just focus on that,” she said as she watched Quinn’s hand slide up the railing as she readied herself to ascend to the next step. “It really is a pity that you chose such a high number,” Rachel said conversationally.
Quinn tried to focus on her breathing moving up three more steps. “I want to know why I had to pick a number at all. So, why don’t you tell me?” She rasped, as she watched Rachel’s teeth sink into her bottom lip.
Rachel glanced down at the steps. “Why don’t you take a seat, Quinn?” Rachel suggested, already beginning to move down to her knees in front of Quinn.
Frowning again, Quinn sat on the carpeted stairs carefully. “I don’t understand.”
Rachel smirked as she placed her hands on Quinn’s knees and gently pried them apart, all the while leaning forward to press a kiss to Quinn’s lips. Rachel’s hands slid up the inside of Quinn’s thighs stopping a few inches short of Quinn’s entrance. “I would highly recommend gripping onto that railing and leaning back, just a touch,” she whispered as she moved her knees down a step and used her hands to push Quinn’s thighs apart a little further.
Quinn eyed her for a moment, trying to gauge how serious she was. “What? Really? On the stairs, Rachel?” She asked incredulously, but she could feel herself already getting wetter at the idea of it.
Rachel scraped her teeth along the inside of Quinn’s thigh. “You’re actually surprised by this?” She asked. “I mentioned wanting to do this earlier. Who knew we would come full circle tonight.” Rachel bit into the creamy flesh of Quinn’s thigh while her right hand began to slide higher, stopping when her thumb brushed against the crease of Quinn’s thigh close to her entrance.
A whimper escaped from her lips, betraying her need as she tried to remain unaffected. “No offense, but you talk a lot. You say a lot of things. I didn’t think you were being serious.” She gripped the banister hard as Rachel bit down again. “Fuck! Go easy, Rach. I want to be able to walk tomorrow without my thighs hurting”
Using her tongue, Rachel licked over the bitten areas. “You should really learn to take me more seriously,” she replied as her left hand pushed the hem of Quinn’s top up and over her belly. Rachel’s gaze was trained on Quinn’s wet entrance. She let her thumb brush over Quinn’s short, wet curls and listened as Quinn’s breath hitched in her throat.
Rachel’s thumb brushed over her clit and Quinn was pretty sure that she couldn’t move from the stairs if she’d tried. “Rachel, are you going to play tease or are you going to do what you’ve mentioned you’ve been thinking about since at least before dinner?”
“I thought I might stare at you a while,” Rachel replied in a cocky voice. “I do love to watch your muscles clench when I barely touch you. You must be so wet, Quinn.”
Quinn groaned in frustration. She didn’t think Rachel was fully appreciative of her current situation. She was near tears, though she couldn’t really tell if it was from how wound up her body was or the baby hormones. She just knew that she needed something. “Rachel...”
“Yes?” Rachel asked with a raised eyebrow, her thumb lightly tracing a circle around Quinn’s clit.
“Please don’t tease me. I can’t handle it right now. My hormones are going crazy,” Quinn practically begged.
“You’re not even going to let me take time to appreciate my fine work?” Rachel said, suddenly sliding her index finger through Quinn’s wet heat and up inside her, slowly rotating her wrist.
Quinn’s whole body tensed almost painfully as she leans back onto her elbows. Her right hand gripped the wooden spoke of the railing and she spread her thighs slowly. “God...yes, I needed this...needed you...” She could feel herself getting even wetter with every movement of Rachel’s finger inside of her and she was almost embarrassed by how turned on she was.
“Beg me, Quinn,” Rachel ordered. She slowly slid her finger out and circled Quinn’s entrance with two fingers.
“Beg you?” Quinn moaned out. “Rachel, I-I don’t know if I can. I just want you so much. Can’t you feel that? Feel what you do to me...isn’t that enough?” She whimpered as Rachel’s fingers continued to tease her, dancing just outside of her opening. “Please?”
Rachel let her fingers dip inside Quinn briefly. “No, it’s not enough. Tell me what you want from me, Quinn,” she said, her head ducking lower. She pursed her lips and blew softly over Quinn’s center.
Quinn’s grip tightened. “I want you to touch me. I want your fingers inside of me...I want you to taste me,” she said firmly. Her hips jumped as Rachel moved over her clit. “Rachel, please...”
Rachel rolled her eyes. She wasn’t going to push it this time because she just felt a rush of wetness from Quinn, but she did make a mental note to work on making Quinn a little more vocal in her wants and needs. Leaning forward, Rachel circled Quinn’s clit, sliding over it once, twice and then a third time. Further down, Rachel used her tongue and slid it up inside Quinn, tasting her and relishing in having Quinn in this position finally.
Contorting awkwardly, Quinn let her head fall softly against the step above her. She tried to find a way to sit comfortably and push her hips forward, but growled when she couldn’t seem to get it right. “This would’ve worked better if I weren’t pregnant,” she panted.
“Sex on a staircase is awkward pregnant or not,” Rachel replied when she pulled away for a few seconds. “Now, don’t move,” she ordered, moving back in, her tongue circling Quinn’s entrance before plunging in again. Using her thumb, she pressed against Quinn’s clit, rubbing back and forth over the bundle of nerves. With her left hand, she used her nails to dig into Quinn’s thigh, marking her.
“H-Have you done this a lot?” Quinn asked with a frown, momentarily distracted until Rachel bit down on her clit lightly and she nearly came undone. “Ah...fuck! That feels good.” She cried out as Rachel’s tongue plunged into her again. “Rachel...it won’t take long. Then we can move to the bed.”
Rachel knew Quinn was close, she could feel it around her tongue, taste it, even. Rachel rotated her tongue a few times as her thumb continued to rub against Quinn’s clit, gaining speed. She mumbled a “no” into Quinn replying to her question.
Quinn couldn’t hear what Rachel’s was saying, but at the moment, it didn’t really matter. She was teetering on the edge and she just needed on final push. Rachel’s fingers beat against her clit rhythmically and her tongue pressed against that hidden spot inside of her and she let out a silent wail. Her body began to shake and she clenched hard around Rachel’s tongue, coming in her mouth.
Rachel swallowed as her fingers continued to rub at Quinn’s clit, helping her to ride out her orgasm. She felt Quinn’s muscles clench rapidly around her tongue. Quinn tried to rock her hips and Rachel used her left hand to hold Quinn in place. She was completely aware how dangerous this could be if they weren’t careful. Above her, Rachel heard Quinn swear and arch her back. Rachel couldn’t help but grin.
Letting go of the railing, Quinn relaxed, the last aftershock moving through her. Her eyes opened slowly and she blinked, taking a shuddering breath. “God Rachel...” she panted. She ran her left hand through her hair and she sat up. “I’m grateful to you for what just transpired, but my back is starting to protest.”
Rachel sat up, moving her hands to the edge of the step on either side of Quinn’s hips. She watched Quinn for a few seconds, licking her lips. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to Quinn’s, kissing her slowly before deepening the kiss. Rachel felt Quinn’s fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her closer.
Quinn nipped Rachel’s bottom lip, moaning at her taste on the brunette’s lips before moving away. She tried to stand, but found herself stuck. “Rach, I need some help.”
“Ah, the tables have turned,” Rachel replied with a grin before carefully moving to stand up. She gripped the railing with one hand and stood up, holding a hand out to help Quinn. It really was a pity that the stairs were so uncomfortable. The way Quinn looked, sprawled across the stairs, her legs spread, top bunched around her breasts, Rachel would gladly go for round two if Quinn weren’t in pain. “Come on, Beautiful. I’ll give your back a short massage before the twins wake up.”
The blonde took Rachel’s hands and moved to her feet with a groan. “Ow...that was great, but a terrible idea,” she said with a sigh. “Remind me again why I thought it was a good idea to get pregnant again.” She rubbed at her lower back and moved the rest of the way up the stairs. “My body hurts everywhere.”
Rachel just grinned and followed Quinn up the remaining steps. “Come on. To bed. I promise to make you feel much better.”
When: Wednesday, 2nd February 2019
Where: Rachel’s House
What: You know, it’s been so long...
Status: Complete
***WARNING: Rated NC-17 for briefly at the beginning and at the end.***
~*~*~
“See?” Rachel grinned, bringing her fork to her mouth. “A clothing optional meal is a great idea.” She slid the fork into her mouth as she lifted her foot onto the edge of the blonde’s chair and nudged Quinn’s naked thigh with her toes.
Quinn grinned over at her. “You just wanted to have a naked dinner. Sorry I ruined your plans by putting on a shirt. I just didn’t think running the risk of having one of our kids throwing up on my freshly clean body sounded like a smart idea.” She took a bite of her dinner and chewed thoughtfully. “But I like this look on you.”
“Well, I like that you’re only wearing the top. Much easier access to what I really want for dessert,” Rachel replied as she let her eyes burn a path down to Quinn’s thighs.
Groaning, Quinn shook her head. “Rachel...behave,” she said, though she flushed with arousal. “We can actually make it through dinner without going at it like rabbits.”
Smirking, Rachel cut a piece of her cannelloni. “You’re the one that’s been thinking about me all day,” she replied. She brought her forkful to her mouth and wrapped her lips around her fork, slowly pulling it free. She moaned softly at the delicious taste, her eyes filled with mirth as Quinn shifted in her seat slightly.
“If I hadn’t had a little ‘me’ time in the tub, that would work,” Quinn said with a smirk of her own. “Dinner’s great. I’ve missed your cooking.”
Rachel shrugged and smiled. “A girl’s got to try, even if you have found a substitute,” she replied with a dramatic sigh.
“You should know by now that there is no ‘substitute’ for Rachel Berry. I’m pretty sure they broke the mold. A fact I am grateful for daily for various reasons. I was just really worked up earlier and once wasn’t enough,” Quinn said casually, taking a sip of her water. “So what did you do today?”
“I am pretty spectacular,” Rachel replied with a smile before ducking her head and cutting off another piece of her dinner. She moved her foot from Quinn’s chair to the floor and turned to sit properly, pressing her knees together. “Brittany came over for a visit to meet the twins,” Rachel offered with a grin, taking Quinn’s lead to shift the conversation away from sex. “She gave Olivia her first nickname. Actually,” she began. “She received two nicknames today. You gave her the second one tonight.” Rachel leaned forward slightly over her plate and rest her left forearm on the edge of the table in front of her, causing her shoulders to hunch slightly as she took a bite of her food.
“Yeah? What did she call her?” Quinn asked, taking another bite of her cannelloni. She was slightly disappointed that she’d missed Brittany’s visit. She hadn’t seen her best friend in over a week and she was missing her. “What did you guys get up to?”
Rachel shrugged again. “We just talked about the babies mostly,” she began before ducking her head and blushing slightly. “I might have mentioned something about you being ‘it’ for me and then we talked about how things with Emma were going.” Rachel cut another piece off her dinner, bringing it to her lips and quickly taking a bite.
Quinn watched her for a moment, taking a sip of her drink as she let Rachel’s words settle over her. “Do you really believe that, Rach? Do you think I’m ‘it’ for you?” She asked slowly, her heart starting to beat faster. She knew that she loved Rachel. She knew that she loved their children and that one day she wanted to have a future with her, but Quinn’s life had never really left room for thinking like that. “The one” was something she’d given up believing in long before her first marriage had ended, but she felt ...an indescribable feeling when she heard Rachel say it. It scared her, but she didn’t want to run away. It just made her want to stay even more.
Rachel let her fork hang from her fingertips as she looked over at Quinn and slowly chewed her mouthful. Did she really think Quinn was ‘it’ for her? Yes, she did. She wouldn’t have told Brittany that if she hadn’t meant it. Rachel swallowed carefully and nodded her head slightly. “I do think you’re ‘it’ for me. I’m not naive enough to think that we don’t still have a lot to learn about each other, and a lot to work on to stay together, but I want my life to be with you,” she said. Rachel sat up slightly straighter. “Mark my words, we’ll be engaged within the next twelve to fourteen months, and will need to discuss extensions on the house, because I assume we’re all going to be living here and the children need their own rooms. We also have to think about the future children we’ll be having and make sure we have the space for them, too.”
“Slow down. I’m still pregnant with the fourth. I just wanted to know how you felt,” Quinn said with a soft smile. “I want my life with you too. I just worry a lot,” she admitted, looking down at her plate. “We’ve only been together about two months. There’s a lot of things that come into this like our history and the kids and I love you so much. I just get scared this is all going to get messed up sometimes.”
Rachel was silent for a few seconds. “I understand you probably have a need to worry about those things, but if you dwell on those issues too much, you’re going to miss out on just enjoying our relationship,” she said with a small smile. She set her fork down and reached toward Quinn and let her fingers caress the back of her hand. “I’m not saying don’t worry about them, but there are so many good things to look forward to.”
Quinn nodded. “I know. It’s just hard not to focus on everything that could go wrong when the bottom has actually fallen out of your life and it took so long to rebuild it. I know I’d have support and I’m not saying I doubt you. I just-I don’t know. I think this is why I never talked to Mike about the future. I just couldn’t bring myself to think about it, but with you, I find myself thinking about it a lot and it’s scary. But I don’t want to leave. I want it so bad. I just guess I’m afraid I’ll never have it. I’m afraid it’s too soon to know. I don’t want to be wrong and hurt our kids, but a part of me thinks I’d be worried like this even if it had been you and I together for two years. Does that make sense?”
Rachel nodded in understanding. There were a lot of things she thought weren’t going to be possible after Isobel left her. She’d had to re-evaluate a lot of aspects of her life since deciding to keep the twins and not everything had yet been sorted. “What are the things you want for your future?” They’d talked, actually, Rachel had spoken a lot about the things she saw for her future with Quinn, but Quinn had never discussed what she wanted out of life, even just in general.
“I don’t know,” Quinn answered honestly, frowning that she hadn’t ever considered the question. “I mean I know what I want for my kids. I don’t want to have to worry about money forever. I want to be able to afford to help send them to college and for them to just grow up happy and healthy, but...I don’t know. Before I would have said I wanted to have another baby and in theory, I hoped that meant I’d be married again, but actually seeing myself getting married again...I don’t know.” She sat back in her seat and ran her hand over her stomach. “I just want the dream, you know? Like married and happy. It’s what I always wanted, but when Puck left, I guess I figured I’d be okay if I never got married again.”
Rachel was thoughtful for a few moments. “I wasn’t sure I wanted marriage after everything with Isobel happened. I mean, we were weeks away from “wedded bliss” and then suddenly I was single and pregnant and without anyone to support me.” She took her second to last bite of her meal and chewed quickly. “You can probably imagine that I have my ideal wedding planned out, location, guest list, flowers and even the cake... I know what I want, but maybe we should be discussing what we can get from a marriage that we can’t get from our relationship without a piece of paper saying we belong to each other,” Rachel suggested with a slight frown. “What are your reasons for wanting to get married?”
“I think that’s not the right way to think of it. Most marriage counselors say the reason most marriages fail is because people go into it thinking it’s going to be some major change, but it isn’t. I think I married Puck for the wrong reasons. He made me promises. I wanted a family for Abby and I loved him, but it wasn’t the right kind of love. I loved him because of Abby and because I thought I should. I don’t think- scratch that- I know it wouldn’t be why I married you. Even if I’d married Mike it would have been out of some sense of obligation. A commitment to you would be that a commitment. I don’t need the paper I don’t think, but I want it,” Quinn answered as a strange feeling settled in her chest. “I think that’s what scares me. I’ve never wanted to be this committed.”
Rachel beamed over at Quinn and sat up straighter, bringing her right leg up and under her bottom on the chair. She leaned forward, her loose hair falling forward to brush over the top of her breast. “You want to be married to me because you don’t need the piece of paper, but you want it?” Rachel’s left foot began to bounce against the floor in excitement. She stared at Quinn for a few seconds, a wide grin still in place. “I’m more selfish. I want my day in a white dress and matching rings. I want gifts and the wedding night and the child-free honeymoon.”
Quinn chuckled, taking the moment to relax a little. “Well yeah, there’s that too, but I guess I wonder why, if you already know this is what you want, why you want to wait a year before we got engaged...” She wasn’t bringing it up because she wanted Rachel to propose or make things go any faster than they already had. She just wondered what Rachel’s motivations were.
Rachel waved a hand between them. “Oh, that’s purely for selfish reasons. We need to design the rings and then have them made, and we need to save for at least one family holiday before the engagement and then my whole proposal trip which the children need to be old enough for us to leave for ten days. Don’t forget we also need to plan the wedding and let’s try for neither of us to be pregnant during that because I’d like both of us to have a glass of Champagne at the reception. Oh! and I’d very much like for ample opportunity to get my body back to its previous measurements. I feel like we won’t need to wait too long after the actual engagement before we have the wedding. What are your thoughts? Is there anything you’d like to add to the plans?” Rachel looked curiously at Quinn as she took her last mouthful.
Left hand running over her face, Quinn shook her head. “No, I have nothing to add, but promise me you won’t be too offended if I want to utilize that time to make sure we’re good in our relationship,” she said slowly. Rachel made her head spin sometimes. She wondered what went on in the brunette’s mind most days. She was sure it would terrify her.
Shrugging a shoulder, Rachel swallowed. “Well that was expected. Just try not to focus on just the negatives. Now, how about timing? Is twelve months too long for you to wait for that ring?” She asked, reaching for her glass of water and taking a few sips.
“I believe my last statement is indicative that I think the timing is great, preferred even,” Quinn answered, meeting Rachel’s gaze. “We don’t even live together yet. So really, one giant relationship step at a time.”
“Hmmm, a conversation about cohabitation. In my original plan, this discussion would have occurred a little earlier in our relationship due to the arrival of the twins, but unforeseen circumstances such as my hospitalization have taken us off course,” Rachel began sitting back slightly and moving her leg out from beneath her. “What are your thoughts on our living arrangements?”
Quinn shrugged. “We’ve basically been living together for over two months unofficially. It’s not that I hate it. I love being with you and the babies everyday and I miss Abby and I want her here with us.”
“What would make it official for you, then?” Rachel asked, pushing her plate away and crossing her arms loosely over her chest.
“I don’t know, a discussion about it maybe? We haven’t done a lot of that. You said you wanted my name on the birth certificate then you seemed surprised I expected to live with them. I’m just not sure what you expected to happen,” Quinn said as she pushed her plate away.
Rachel used her index finger to trace the rim of her glass. “Honestly, I had never expected to move in with you after Thanksgiving. I think that’s why I was surprised you were moving in after the birth.” She glanced up at Quinn. “Your name on the birth certificate wasn’t a rash decision on my part, but I also didn’t it want it to act as a reason you had to move in. I don’t want you to think that I am forcing you into a situation you don’t want. I don’t want you feeling like you need to give up the life you had before I came along.”
“I don’t. I just want to be with my children. It really has little to do with you as weird as that will sound. I mean I do like that you’re a part of it, but I just...want to be there for them as much as I can and I want to be with them,” Quinn explained with a shrug.
“I understand that, more than I ever have before, but what do you want for you?” Rachel asked, a small frown forming on her face. “What do you want to achieve in your career? What do you want to achieve just for you?”
“I just want to get to a place where I don’t have to worry about money. I don’t think I ever will with another mouth to feed. Three more mouths to feed. I’ve never really thought beyond that,” Quinn said, shifting in her seat.
Rachel suddenly felt sad for a moment. Quinn was twenty-four years old and had no other aspirations other than to have enough money to support her family? It wasn’t that she felt that Quinn’s priorities and concerns weren’t important, but surely there was something she wanted to do that was just for her. Rachel reached over and grabbed Quinn’s hand. “Don’t you want to visit the Louvre in Paris, sunbathe on the beaches of Greece, ride a double-decker bus in London? Or even write a book? Or I don’t know, take a road trip across America? When all our kids are out of college, when they have their own families, isn’t there something you want to do or say you’ve done?” Rachel moved her hand up to brush away a few strands of blonde hair behind Quinn’s ear. “We both bear the burden of providing for our kids, but we’ll make it work. It doesn’t mean that we can’t plan to do things for ourselves, too. You know that, right?”
“I guess. I mean all of those options sound great. I’d like to do all of them someday...maybe. I just don’t need them to be happy. Being stuck in Lima used to be like a fate worse than death when we were kids. Now, I’m pretty content here. I know you aren’t though,” Quinn said, sighing as Rachel’s fingers grazed her neck.
Rachel sighed. “I am content. In fact, I’m downright happy, right now. This is where I want to be and where I need to be. I want the twins to grow up here and you’re here. That’s enough for me,” she said in earnest. Rachel moved her thumb to caress Quinn’s jawline. “I just... I want to be able to show our kids that they have a whole world out there. I don’t think Lima is a horrible place for them to grow up, but I don’t want to limit them either. I’m going to support them in whatever decision they make for their future, but how can they make an informed decision without having experienced what there is to offer? I just want to know that we’re giving ourselves and them, all the opportunities we can.” Rachel drew her hand back away from Quinn’s neck and ducked her head.
Her immediate reaction was to be affronted by Rachel suggesting that hers and Abby’s lives weren’t as fulfilling as they could be. She knew Rachel didn’t mean it like that, but it was difficult not to feel like Rachel thought she wasn’t as good of a mother as she could be. “I don’t know Rachel. You were raised here and you don’t seem to have any issues being ambitious.”
Rachel frowned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean... this is coming out all wrong, I suspect. You have given everything you could give to Abby, and I know you probably see it as depending on me, or something ridiculous, even if we’re going to be married one day, but have you thought about all the opportunities we can give all of our children together?” Rachel’s eyes bore into Quinn. “I’m not saying they have to go overseas to experience life, they can have so many experiences here, but I don’t want us to limit their opportunities. If you could take Abby and the twins anywhere in the world where would it be? What’s one thing that you would want Abby to experience? What is something we, you and I together, can work toward for her?”
Quinn bit her bottom lip, not wanting to say for fear that Rachel would take what she said and run with it. “I don’t know,” she said instead, looking away.
Rachel leaned forward. “There is something you want for her. Please don’t think you can’t make it happen, because you can. We can.” Rachel reached out to cup the side of Quinn’s face. “Tell me. Please,” she pleaded in a soft voice.
“I can’t,” Quinn insisted quietly. “We haven’t even discussed when you’ll be going back to work and I don’t just mean at the high school. I mean your actual job.”
Rachel shook her head. “No, no, no. This isn’t about me. Broadway isn’t going anywhere and I can continue doing bit parts here and there once the twins are old enough and we have the support in place. As long as I’m singing, I’m going to be happy. Now, stop being a stubborn, but cute, ass and tell me,” Rachel replied, begging Quinn to confide in her. If Quinn couldn’t see the potential their relationship had for their family, Rachel was just going to have to try harder.
“Okay, I’ll tell you, but you have to make me a promise.” She paused and looked at Rachel expectantly. The brunette rolled her eyes but nodded, encouraging her to continue. “Promise you won’t go out and do this on your own as a surprise, okay? I want this to be my gift to her someday.”
Rachel rolled her eyes again. “Okay, okay. I promise not to do this on my own.” Rachel rolled her hand between them in circles, trying to hurry Quinn up with her secret.
“I want to take her to England, show her where the Beatles are from. I think she’d really love that. I mean we could visit all of the historic landmarks and such, but I’d really go there to show her about them. I know she won’t necessarily always love the Beatles, but they’re such a big part of her now,” Quinn said softly.
Rachel sat up straight, grinned and let out a squeal, causing Quinn to jump in fright. Leaning forward across the table, her left breast knocking her fork off her plate, Rachel grabbed for Quinn’s shoulders and shook her slightly. “Oh my gosh, Quinn! This is totally doable. If we aim for the trip in two to three years time, the babies will all be walking and we can take them to Abbey Road and have them walk across the famous crosswalk. We can line them up by age! Abby in the front, then Benjamin, then Olivia and then this little one,” Rachel rambled as she placed her hand on the top of Quinn’s belly. “You know, we really need to think of a name for him.” She waved a hand between them. “Doesn’t matter, there’s plenty of time for that. We could have them wear matching outfits and they would look so adorable, Quinn.” Rachel saw Quinn open her mouth to interrupt, but Rachel quickly placed a hand over it. “I only promised that I wouldn’t do it on my own. You never said I couldn’t help. Just, remember that,” she said with a pointed look and a pointing finger before she slowly removed her hand from Quinn’s mouth.
Quinn looked over at her, raising an eyebrow. “We’ll see,” she said noncommittaly. She didn’t know about matching outfits and having toddlers walking on Abbey Road, but Rachel’s enthusiasm was contagious. She leaned over and kissed the brunette softly.
Rachel deepened the kiss and brought her hand up to bury her fingers in Quinn’s hair, tugging her closer. “Are we moving to dessert now? Because you have no idea how badly I want to bury myself between your legs right now.” Rachel whispered against Quinn’s lips when she pulled away slightly. “You have no idea how much planning our future turns me on.” And without any opportunity for Quinn to protest, she leaned in and captured Quinn’s lips in a heated kiss.
Squeaking in surprise, Quinn let herself get lost in the kiss before she pulled away, panting. “W-We can do that, but can we finish this conversation first? We didn’t actually make any decisions about living together,” she said, managing to catch her breath.
Rachel began to practically crawl across the corner of the table as she moved her lips down to Quinn’s neck. “You want decisions? Move in with me and the twins permanently. There’s enough room for another crib with the twins until we can expand. We can set up the spare room and make it Abby’s room.” Rachel bit Quinn’s neck, her right hand moving to the hem of Quinn’s top and sliding up underneath it. “You can either sell your house,” she began before licking the bite mark she’d left. “Or, you can put it on the market for rent. Supplement your income,” she added, her hand now cupping Quinn’s breast. Rachel pulled her head back. “Dessert, yet?”
“Just like that? This how you want to make a major relationship decision?” Quinn asked, whimpering as Rachel’s thumb brushed over her nipple. She was used to her body reacting to Rachel’s touch and sometimes just the thought of Rachel’s touch, but her hormones were starting to go crazy and she was having a hard time focusing.
“We can keep discussing it, but I’m going to keep touching you, kissing you, licking you... even biting you,” Rachel replied in a husky tone, her teeth nipping at Quinn’s ear lobe as her fingers pinched Quinn’s nipple. “Ask your questions, Quinn. You have my complete attention.”
Quinn moaned, arching forward. “I can’t concentrate if you do that and I need to know how you really feel about Abby moving here permanently.” The blonde grabbed Rachel’s hand before she could pinch her nipple again. “I’m serious. Not that she can as long as my ex-husband is living in the backyard.”
Rachel let her head drop forward to rest against Quinn’s shoulder. She carefully began to sit back in her chair. “Okay, I’m sorry,” Rachel apologized, feeling Quinn’s hand loosen around her fingers. She slid her hand down to rest on the top of Quinn’s thigh. “Let’s discuss Abby.”
“How do you feel about her being here? I mean honestly. I know you care about her and everything, but she’s an older child and she’s noisy and makes messes. That’s a big change for you,” Quinn said, studying Rachel’s expressions as she spoke.
Rachel slid herself and her chair toward Quinn before resting her elbow on the corner of the table. “It’s going to be a big change for both of us. I want to make this her home, so she feels comfortable, but it will be difficult. There are things here she won’t be able to do, like she was allowed to at home. When the twins are sleeping, she’s going to have to be quieter, and a lot of our attention will need to go to them.” Rachel paused and took a breath. “I would like her here, with us, because I think this is where she belongs, I am just concerned for her, too.”
“You’re right. It is going to be an adjustment,” Quinn said evenly, clearing her throat because she wanted to make sure she was as clear as possible. “I just don’t want her to feel like you favor them over her. This is hard because I’m usually the only disciplinarian she has. Even Finn and Mike kind of deferred to me.” Quinn ran a hand through her hair and sighed. “Look. I just don’t want this to become like Cinderella. I won’t let her disrespect you, but I think for now, I should probably remain the one that handles all of the discipline problems that might arise.”
Rachel frowned slightly. “I understand and I don’t disagree. You and I and my relationship with Abby is nowhere near a comfortable place where it would be okay for me to be a disciplinarian,” she began sincerely. “But, there may be times when I do have to step in if you aren’t home at the time. I predict they will be few and far between, but a lot has happened in a short time for her, so a little adjustment period is certainly expected.” Rachel sat back in her chair, her shoulders straighter. “I understand your concerns regarding a Cinderella-like household, but the twins will need a lot more attention than Abby does for a while. Not that I won’t make time for her, because the twins do nap a lot, I just mean that their needs will probably come first a lot.”
“I know, but I just don’t want you to judge me and my parenting skills when it comes to handling it,” The blonde clarified. “This isn’t going to work is it?” Quinn asked with a frown.
“Wait, why won’t this work?” Rachel asked, her heart beginning to pound in her chest. “We can make this work. We just need to sit down with Abby and talk about things. I’m sure she has her own concerns as well. I mean, we can make this work,” Rachel insisted, her hand reaching out to squeeze Quinn’s knee.
Quinn met Rachel’s gaze and nodded. “I think we should sit down with her because if she really has a problem with this...I’m not saying I want to end us. I think we’d just have to wait to make this more permanent.”
Rachel pulled back and buried her hands in her lap. “And if we have to wait? What does that mean for us? For the twins?”
“It means...I don’t know. I’ve never done this before, Rachel. A part of me knows I can’t let an eight-year-old dictate the lives of six people. I know that. I want to just say, this is how it is and if you don’t like it, then that’s just too bad,” Quinn started. She could feel herself starting to get frustrated, but not at Rachel, at the situation. “I also know that I hated when my parents did that to me. I’ve already kind of been doing that to her, but this isn’t simple like when you got sick. She was still in the comforts of her own home. I might be worrying for nothing, but I want her to feel like she has a voice. You’d want to do the same for the twins. I’d want to do the same for the twins. What do you think that means for us?”
“This is why I suggested we sit down and talk to her. If you feel it should just be the two of you, that’s fine. I understand,” Rachel replied, leaning on her forearm. “But it didn’t really answer my question. If here is not where she wants to be, and it’s perfectly fine for her to feel that way, then what does become of us? How will the situation with the twins work?”
“It will work. I’m not walking away from any of you. I guess I just need to know that you’re with me on this. That you’ll help me make it work. Even if it takes time. You have to know I’ll do whatever I have to to make sure everyone is taken care of,” Quinn answered, reaching for Rachel’s hand. “We’ve just been sort of living in a bubble. As much as I’ve tried to be realistic when it came to us, it still hasn’t changed that. This is what I’ve been saying all evening. These were the things I always avoided thinking about with Mike. With you, I want to think about them, but I need to know that you’re going to stick with me while I figure it out. I need to know you’re going to help me and that you understand that there might not always be an easy answer.”
“When it comes to issues regarding Abby, I’m always going to defer to you. Maybe, one day, it will be different, but until then, I understand how this will work. I don’t want her to feel like a stranger in this home. I will do what I can to make her feel welcome, but Quinn, I am with you on this,” Rachel said, reaching forward to run her fingers through Quinn’s hair.
Quinn nodded. “Then all we can do at this point is have a talk with her. I will take her out on Sunday for breakfast and talk with her one on one and then we can come back here and talk with you. I don’t want to leave you out, but I don’t want her to feel cornered either, you know?”
Rachel smiled softly. “I won’t feel left out, Quinn. This is something you need to discuss with her on your own. Depending on how that goes, then we can sit down and talk to her together. I don’t want her to feel any more ambushed than you do,” Rachel replied, her hand moving to the side of Quinn’s neck. “It’s going to work out. Trust me,” she said.
“I’d say I was sorry that this was so difficult, but I’m not sorry for having to worry about how this is all going to affect her. I am sorry that it’s just coming up now. I feel like I should have prepared her more for this,” Quinn said, leaning into Rachel’s touch. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay, Quinn,” Rachel insisted with a smile. “I think if we had been dating before I was pregnant, if I hadn’t just turned up in your lives and turned it all upside down, then this would probably be easier, but it’s not how things happened. I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves, only because we don’t know how Abby is going to take the news of you wanting to move in permanently. I won’t be surprised if she doesn’t react well, but she’s also a great kid, Quinn. She’s going to be fine, and if she’s not, then we can deal with it when it happens. But let’s give her a little credit as well, okay?” Rachel replied with a grin. She leaned forward and kissed Quinn on the lips. “Let’s leave the dishes in the sink. We can clean up in the morning.”
Quinn pressed her lips to Rachel’s again. “Okay, we should probably make the most of the time we have left before the twins wake up.”
“Which probably isn’t long, but let’s hope they decide to make this break a long one,” Rachel replied with a grin before pecking Quinn on the lips and pushing herself up out of her seat. She collected hers and Quinn’s plates and took them over to the sink, running water over them before setting them down inside the basin.
“I’m sorry I ruined your plans tonight,” Quinn said quietly, slowly rising from her seat and rubbing her lower back. “I know you had everything plotted out and I kind of threw a monkey wrench in them.”
Rachel shrugged and offered Quinn a smile. “You’re the one that really lost out. I had a whole massage planned, and there were going to be candles and soft music and I even managed to change the sheets, just so we could dirty them again,” Rachel replied, making her way over to Quinn with a grin as she waggled her eyebrows. She began walking the blonde carefully backwards and toward the hallway, leaving their chairs out and the glasses on the table.
Quinn frowned. “I really did miss out. Now, I’m sad.” She wasn’t really. She could see the gleam in Rachel’s eyes. It was telling her she hadn’t actually missed out on anything.
“Poor Quinn,” Rachel said with a pout. “However else are we going to spend the remainder of our evening?” She asked as her right hand began to slide a path up and under Quinn’s top, all the while directing her toward the staircase.
“I don’t know. You tell me. You’re the one with all the plans,” Quinn answered breathlessly. She needed to pay attention to where she was walking or risk falling on the stairs. “Can I at least turn around?”
Rachel shook her head and grinned, leaning in to nuzzle Quinn’s neck. She let both her hands sneak up under Quinn’s top. She gripped Quinn’s hip with her left hand and gently massaged Quinn’s breast with her right hand. They backed up into the bottom step and Rachel grinned. “There are twenty-five steps,” she murmured against Quinn’s neck. “We’re going to take them nice and slow and you’re going to count them off, one by one.”
Quinn’s eyes widened. “Like count them off by orgasm or something? Because you’re good, but I don’t think I could come twenty-five times,” she breathed, her heart pounding at the thought as arousal moved through her rapidly.
Rachel chuckled, her thumb caressing Quinn’s nipple. “If we went by that, we’d definitely miss the twins’ next feeding,” she said. Rachel kissed Quinn’s jaw a few times. “Let’s try something different. Pick a number between one and twenty-five.”
“What am I picking it for?” Quinn countered.
Rachel pulled back. “Well, that would ruin it,” she retorted with a grin. “Pick a number Quinn,” she ordered the blonde before her lips reattached themselves to Quinn’s neck.
Moaning, Quinn’s eyes slipped shut. Rachel’s touch and smell were wreaking havoc on her libido. “I don’t know,” she sighed, softly, tilting her head to give Rachel better access. “Fifteen?”
Rachel slid her right hand from Quinn’s breast down to Quinn’s belly, caressing it in soft circles. “Fifteen? That’s your final answer?” Rachel asked in a low voice, her lips moving to Quinn’s ear. She used her tongue to trace the outer shell before her teeth nipped at her ear lobe.
“Rachel, I have no idea what you’re going on about, but let’s just say yes because I really need you to touch me right now.” Quinn whined in the back of her throat as Rachel’s teeth nipped her again. She was starting to get wet and she wasn’t wearing any panties. She really wanted to make it upstairs to the bedroom.
“Get us to the fifteenth step, Quinn,” Rachel said leaning into Quinn, forcing her onto the first step. “One,” Rachel whispered, her hand sliding lower on Quinn’s belly. She placed her foot on the first step and began to walk into Quinn, her left hand on Quinn’s hip guiding the blonde back onto the second step. “Two,” she whispered with a grin.
“I still don’t know what you want me to do, but I’ll do it,” Quinn gasped as she gripped the banister and moved up the steps backwards. “I’d just rather not risk falling on the stairs.”
Rachel grinned up at Quinn, their height difference more noticeable with her a step below. “I know. You’re going to be fine. Just go slow,” Rachel said, her voice soft and her grip on Quinn’s hip tight. They moved up a few steps. “Seven,” Rachel counted. “Only eight more to go.”
Quinn frowned in confusion as she moved up two more steps. Their movements were bumpy and uneven due to their height differences and the stairs. She was mostly just hoping she didn’t fall. It wasn’t proving to be an easy task. On the third step, she nearly slipped when Rachel pinched her nipple. “Fuck! This is getting dangerous.”
Rachel squeezed Quinn’s hip. “It’s only dangerous if you don’t trust me. I won’t let you slip. Just go slow,” she insisted. She let her thumb caress over Quinn’s nipple, soothing it from previous abuse. “Nine, by the way,” she added with a giggle.
“Nine?” Quinn asked, unable to focus on Rachel’s word as arousal pooled in the lower part of her stomach. “What?”
Rachel moved Quinn onto the next step. “That’s ten. Only five more to go, Quinn. Just focus on that,” she said as she watched Quinn’s hand slide up the railing as she readied herself to ascend to the next step. “It really is a pity that you chose such a high number,” Rachel said conversationally.
Quinn tried to focus on her breathing moving up three more steps. “I want to know why I had to pick a number at all. So, why don’t you tell me?” She rasped, as she watched Rachel’s teeth sink into her bottom lip.
Rachel glanced down at the steps. “Why don’t you take a seat, Quinn?” Rachel suggested, already beginning to move down to her knees in front of Quinn.
Frowning again, Quinn sat on the carpeted stairs carefully. “I don’t understand.”
Rachel smirked as she placed her hands on Quinn’s knees and gently pried them apart, all the while leaning forward to press a kiss to Quinn’s lips. Rachel’s hands slid up the inside of Quinn’s thighs stopping a few inches short of Quinn’s entrance. “I would highly recommend gripping onto that railing and leaning back, just a touch,” she whispered as she moved her knees down a step and used her hands to push Quinn’s thighs apart a little further.
Quinn eyed her for a moment, trying to gauge how serious she was. “What? Really? On the stairs, Rachel?” She asked incredulously, but she could feel herself already getting wetter at the idea of it.
Rachel scraped her teeth along the inside of Quinn’s thigh. “You’re actually surprised by this?” She asked. “I mentioned wanting to do this earlier. Who knew we would come full circle tonight.” Rachel bit into the creamy flesh of Quinn’s thigh while her right hand began to slide higher, stopping when her thumb brushed against the crease of Quinn’s thigh close to her entrance.
A whimper escaped from her lips, betraying her need as she tried to remain unaffected. “No offense, but you talk a lot. You say a lot of things. I didn’t think you were being serious.” She gripped the banister hard as Rachel bit down again. “Fuck! Go easy, Rach. I want to be able to walk tomorrow without my thighs hurting”
Using her tongue, Rachel licked over the bitten areas. “You should really learn to take me more seriously,” she replied as her left hand pushed the hem of Quinn’s top up and over her belly. Rachel’s gaze was trained on Quinn’s wet entrance. She let her thumb brush over Quinn’s short, wet curls and listened as Quinn’s breath hitched in her throat.
Rachel’s thumb brushed over her clit and Quinn was pretty sure that she couldn’t move from the stairs if she’d tried. “Rachel, are you going to play tease or are you going to do what you’ve mentioned you’ve been thinking about since at least before dinner?”
“I thought I might stare at you a while,” Rachel replied in a cocky voice. “I do love to watch your muscles clench when I barely touch you. You must be so wet, Quinn.”
Quinn groaned in frustration. She didn’t think Rachel was fully appreciative of her current situation. She was near tears, though she couldn’t really tell if it was from how wound up her body was or the baby hormones. She just knew that she needed something. “Rachel...”
“Yes?” Rachel asked with a raised eyebrow, her thumb lightly tracing a circle around Quinn’s clit.
“Please don’t tease me. I can’t handle it right now. My hormones are going crazy,” Quinn practically begged.
“You’re not even going to let me take time to appreciate my fine work?” Rachel said, suddenly sliding her index finger through Quinn’s wet heat and up inside her, slowly rotating her wrist.
Quinn’s whole body tensed almost painfully as she leans back onto her elbows. Her right hand gripped the wooden spoke of the railing and she spread her thighs slowly. “God...yes, I needed this...needed you...” She could feel herself getting even wetter with every movement of Rachel’s finger inside of her and she was almost embarrassed by how turned on she was.
“Beg me, Quinn,” Rachel ordered. She slowly slid her finger out and circled Quinn’s entrance with two fingers.
“Beg you?” Quinn moaned out. “Rachel, I-I don’t know if I can. I just want you so much. Can’t you feel that? Feel what you do to me...isn’t that enough?” She whimpered as Rachel’s fingers continued to tease her, dancing just outside of her opening. “Please?”
Rachel let her fingers dip inside Quinn briefly. “No, it’s not enough. Tell me what you want from me, Quinn,” she said, her head ducking lower. She pursed her lips and blew softly over Quinn’s center.
Quinn’s grip tightened. “I want you to touch me. I want your fingers inside of me...I want you to taste me,” she said firmly. Her hips jumped as Rachel moved over her clit. “Rachel, please...”
Rachel rolled her eyes. She wasn’t going to push it this time because she just felt a rush of wetness from Quinn, but she did make a mental note to work on making Quinn a little more vocal in her wants and needs. Leaning forward, Rachel circled Quinn’s clit, sliding over it once, twice and then a third time. Further down, Rachel used her tongue and slid it up inside Quinn, tasting her and relishing in having Quinn in this position finally.
Contorting awkwardly, Quinn let her head fall softly against the step above her. She tried to find a way to sit comfortably and push her hips forward, but growled when she couldn’t seem to get it right. “This would’ve worked better if I weren’t pregnant,” she panted.
“Sex on a staircase is awkward pregnant or not,” Rachel replied when she pulled away for a few seconds. “Now, don’t move,” she ordered, moving back in, her tongue circling Quinn’s entrance before plunging in again. Using her thumb, she pressed against Quinn’s clit, rubbing back and forth over the bundle of nerves. With her left hand, she used her nails to dig into Quinn’s thigh, marking her.
“H-Have you done this a lot?” Quinn asked with a frown, momentarily distracted until Rachel bit down on her clit lightly and she nearly came undone. “Ah...fuck! That feels good.” She cried out as Rachel’s tongue plunged into her again. “Rachel...it won’t take long. Then we can move to the bed.”
Rachel knew Quinn was close, she could feel it around her tongue, taste it, even. Rachel rotated her tongue a few times as her thumb continued to rub against Quinn’s clit, gaining speed. She mumbled a “no” into Quinn replying to her question.
Quinn couldn’t hear what Rachel’s was saying, but at the moment, it didn’t really matter. She was teetering on the edge and she just needed on final push. Rachel’s fingers beat against her clit rhythmically and her tongue pressed against that hidden spot inside of her and she let out a silent wail. Her body began to shake and she clenched hard around Rachel’s tongue, coming in her mouth.
Rachel swallowed as her fingers continued to rub at Quinn’s clit, helping her to ride out her orgasm. She felt Quinn’s muscles clench rapidly around her tongue. Quinn tried to rock her hips and Rachel used her left hand to hold Quinn in place. She was completely aware how dangerous this could be if they weren’t careful. Above her, Rachel heard Quinn swear and arch her back. Rachel couldn’t help but grin.
Letting go of the railing, Quinn relaxed, the last aftershock moving through her. Her eyes opened slowly and she blinked, taking a shuddering breath. “God Rachel...” she panted. She ran her left hand through her hair and she sat up. “I’m grateful to you for what just transpired, but my back is starting to protest.”
Rachel sat up, moving her hands to the edge of the step on either side of Quinn’s hips. She watched Quinn for a few seconds, licking her lips. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to Quinn’s, kissing her slowly before deepening the kiss. Rachel felt Quinn’s fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her closer.
Quinn nipped Rachel’s bottom lip, moaning at her taste on the brunette’s lips before moving away. She tried to stand, but found herself stuck. “Rach, I need some help.”
“Ah, the tables have turned,” Rachel replied with a grin before carefully moving to stand up. She gripped the railing with one hand and stood up, holding a hand out to help Quinn. It really was a pity that the stairs were so uncomfortable. The way Quinn looked, sprawled across the stairs, her legs spread, top bunched around her breasts, Rachel would gladly go for round two if Quinn weren’t in pain. “Come on, Beautiful. I’ll give your back a short massage before the twins wake up.”
The blonde took Rachel’s hands and moved to her feet with a groan. “Ow...that was great, but a terrible idea,” she said with a sigh. “Remind me again why I thought it was a good idea to get pregnant again.” She rubbed at her lower back and moved the rest of the way up the stairs. “My body hurts everywhere.”
Rachel just grinned and followed Quinn up the remaining steps. “Come on. To bed. I promise to make you feel much better.”