Fic: I Remember Our Love (4/?)
Title: I Remember Our Love (4/?)
Pairing: Quinn Fabray/Rachel Berry
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Just having a little fun.
A/N 1: Huge thank you to everyone that continues to review! It means a lot to me.
A/N 2: Next chapter we get to see Rachel at the doctor. So just in case anyone was wondering about her memories, they'll be dealt with.
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Quinn thinks it’s funny. Well not funny, maybe weird is better. She remembers, somewhere in the back of her mind, telling Rachel that she wasn’t going to be visiting her house very often. She wasn’t supposed to get close to the brunette because her job was to make Rachel fall in love with her then dump her. She hadn’t anticipated the whole thing blowing up in her face. Hadn’t anticipated liking the girl. But she did like her, as scary as that sounded. And because she liked her, Quinn had been over the girl’s house every time she was asked. Which was, of course…everyday.
“And that concludes Lady and the Tramp,” Rachel says, as she hops off the bed she and Quinn were occupying to turn off the movie.
She carefully places the limited edition DVD, which she stood in line for three hours for, in its case and turns back to Quinn. “Did you enjoy the movie?”
Quinn sits up against the headboard and focuses her attention on Rachel. “Yeah. Although Disney isn’t really my thing, the movie wasn’t that ba-”
“I think that although the movie featured two animated canines personifying the love that only two humans have the capacity to feel, the movie was still pretty accurate with reference to how powerful love can-”
“Berry,” Quinn says firmly. Full lips open and close in the best impersonation of a fish that Quinn’s ever seen and she chuckles at the shorter girl’s surprised expression. “Can I have a chance to talk? I mean, you did ask me what I thought after all.”
Blushing hotly at her own embarrassment Rachel acquiesces and allows Quinn to finish.
“I was going to say that I’m not really into Disney.” Rachel opens her mouth for a rebuttal and Quinn rushes her next words out. “However, the love that was shown in the film was greatly inspirational and a true testament to the old adage that love transcends all.” She finishes her critique of the movie in a quiet voice that makes Rachel’s heart melt.
She walks back over to the right side of the bed and motions for Quinn to come closer. When she does, Rachel cups warm cheeks in the palms of her hands. “Quinn, that was beautiful.” She presses a gentle kiss to the blonde’s lips and smiles when she feels the other girl respond.
Encircling tan arms around a slim waist, Rachel pulls the blonde impossibly closer, moaning when body heat meets more body heat.
Now Quinn feels hot. She’s barely been making out for two minutes and she’s already panting into the brunette’s mouth. She fists her hands in Rachel’s hair, needing more. And now it’s her tongue thrusting into Rachel’s mouth. It’s her moaning low and throatily at the unique taste that is all Rachel Berry.
Rachel squirms in the spot she’s standing in at the sound of Quinn’s moaning. She clenches her thighs together in an attempt to relieve rapidly building tension that’s coiling low in her stomach.
Quinn moves from Rachel’s lips, peppering kisses along her cheek and jaw. When she reaches her neck, she buries her face into the smaller girl, placing hot, opened mouth kisses to tender flesh.
Rachel grabs fistfuls of Quinn’s hair, holding the blonde in place as she moans her approval. “This is…so much better than I imagined,” she pants to the other girl.
Licking a hot trail from Rachel’s collarbone to just below her chin, Quinn comes up for air, looking Rachel in the eye. “You’ve thought of this?”
“All the time,” she breathes, as she stares right back at Quinn’s now dark eyes.
Full lips curve into a smug grin. “Do you, now? Not that I can blame you,” Quinn jokes as she lies back on the bed. “I am pretty hot.”
Rachel rolls her eyes at her girlfriend’s ego and sits down on the bed beside Quinn. “Another movie?”
Quinn places her index finger on her chin as she pretends to weigh her options. Finally her contemplative face cracks and a wide smile appears on her face. “It better not be a musical.”
“Hey!”
“‘Hey’ nothing. Those things are boring.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Rachel grumbles as she looks through her DVD collection. “Have you ever seen Les Misérables?"
Quinn raises a skeptical eyebrow in Rachel’s direction. “It’s not a musical, is it?”
“Not at all.”
“No singing? Show tunes? None of that?’
“Nope,” Rachel responds with faux innocence.
Sighing as she rests against the pillows of Rachel’s bed, she replies. “Alright, let’s watch it.”
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“G-guys, I need help deciding what to get Artie for Valentine’s Day,” Tina informs the group over the phone. She’s currently walking down the hallway of the second floor talking to Kurt, who’s on the third floor, Rachel, who’s on second, and Mercedes…who’s right beside her.
“What is-” Rachel begins.
“Why don’t you buy him a video game? Guys like that type of stuff, right?” Mercedes asks, as she temporarily leaves Tina’s side to get a drink of water.
Once she’s beside Tina again, the girl answers. “I j-just don’t think Artie’s that type. He’s more sensitive. I-if I get him s-something it’ll have to be from the heart.”
“Umm, excuse me-” Rachel tries again.
“I have Dido’s latest CD if you wanted to give him that,” Kurt chimes in as he discretely checks out Finn’s ass while walking down the hallway. “If he enjoys a good cry, then this is the thing for him.”
“I said he was sensitive, Kurt, not gay. No offense.”
“I have a que-”
“None taken,” Kurt says, nonchalantly.
“I have a question!” Rachel shrieks into the phone.
“Calm down, Ms. Drama. You’re coming through loud and clear over the PA system,” Kurt informs the brunette.
“What’s your question, Rach?” Mercedes asks as she stops at her locker with Tina.
“What’s a ‘Valentine’s Day?’” she inquires with a crinkle in her nose.
“It’s a holiday that you share with the person you love!” Tina exclaims, with enthusiasm. “You get each other gifts and spend the day together.”
The prospect of getting her girlfriend a gift and spending the day with her warms Rachel’s heart. “That sounds so perfect! Ok, I have to go find Quinn. Bye!”
Rachel hangs up the phone and begins to search the school for the blonde.
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“Alright, Q,” Santana pants after a particularly rigorous routine, “tell me something good.”
They’re standing off towards the sidelines of the gym with the other Cherrios, whom are trudging tiredly to the locker room. Brittany wasn’t there because when Coach Sylvester said that practice would be at twelve, she didn’t know whether Sue meant ‘12 o’clock a.m. or 12 o’clock p.m.’ This lead to Brittany trying to sneak into school for what she thought was midnight Cherrios practice. This, in turn, lead to neighboring houses calling the police, fearing someone was breaking and entering. She’s currently grounded and unable to attend practices.
Feigning ignorance, Quinn turns away from the girl’s inquiry. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Uh, yeah ya do,” Santana persists, not letting up. “What’s going on with you and forget-me-not?”
A long blonde ponytail whips around as Quinn faces Santana and gets into her face. “Don’t make fun of her amnesia. That’s just cruel.”
“I’ve hit a sore spot,” she says with a bit of bewilderment. “You cannot possibly be sticking up for her right now. I must be delusional. Maybe I spent three days in a desert, thirsting and am now starting to see and hear things. Or maybe,” she says, eyes narrowing in suspicion, “maybe you have feelings for that thing.”
“Shut the hell up, San,” Quinn growls. She’s not sure what she’s telling her to shut up for. Shut up about calling her out on liking the other girl, or shut up about making fun of Rachel again. Both seemed like dangerous places to go.
“You do realize that time is running out, don’t you? That you only have a month?” Santana questions, reminding the blonde that she was dating Rachel for a very specific reason.
Sighing tiredly, Quinn walks over to the bleachers and takes a seat. “I know how much time I have.”
“Then you should also know that you have a job to do.”
“I know that too,” she says quietly. Why were things so complicated?
Santana pushes forward, antagonizing the blonde. “You had better not back out on this, Fabray. I don’t care how many feelings you have for her, you promised the embarrassment of the century and you had better deliver.”
Never one to take anything lying down, Quinn hops to her feet in defense. “Oh, really?” she asks with a perfectly sculpted eyebrow lift. “And if I don’t? Just what the hell are you of all people gonna do to me?”
“I’ll tell Berry.”
Those three words stopped the HBIC Quinn dead in her tracks. All of the fight she had just seconds prior is gone, and she instantly deflates. She hadn’t anticipated this and has no way to counter the other girl.
“You can’t be serious. San, what the hell would you get out of doing this? What satisfaction would you get out of ruining the plan?”
“You misunderstand, Q,” Santana says, shaking her head back and forth. “I don’t care how Berry finds out about this, just as long as she finds out. And if you don’t follow through with the original plan, then I get to see the girl in tears and continue sexting Puck. This is a win, win, Quinn. A win, win, for me.”
Santana gives Quinn a once over before she stalks out of the gym.
With a blank expression, Quinn slumps back into the bleachers, burying her face into her hands. This was a fucked up situation. How was she going to make it out of this with her relationship with Rachel intact? Did she even want a relationship with the other girl? Sure, she liked her, but did that ‘like’ warrant commitment? And what about Puck?
“Fuck Puck,” she whispers to herself, finally coming to the conclusion that he didn’t matter to her anymore. She hadn’t thought about him much, if at all, since this whole thing with Rachel started.
“Quinn?”
Lifting her head up, Quinn is met with Rachel, hands clasped behind her back and a question burning through her eyes. Adorable. And right away, one of Quinn’s previous questions is answered. Hell yeah she wanted a relationship with Rachel.
“Hey, Rachel,” she says with an exhale. She pats the space beside her and waits for the girl to take a seat.
“Are you alright? You seem to be sulking.”
Quinn puts up a brave front and responds to the shorter girl. “I’m fine. Was there something you needed?”
Remembering why she needed to talk to the blonde in the first place, Rachel practically bounces in her seat with excitement. “Quinn…” she pauses to build suspense.
Letting out an easy chuckle, Quinn rolls her eyes at how dramatic Rachel was being. “Are you going to spit it out at some point?”
“Quinn, I think you and I should participate in the romantic celebration known as Valentine’s Day.”
Quinn’s quiet for a moment as she processes what this means with relation to what just happened with her and Santana. Finally, she speaks with apprehension. “Valentine’s Day, Rach?”
“Of course!” Rachel exclaims, not at all noticing her girlfriend’s apprehension. “I think it would be very romantic and further solidify the undying love that you and I will always share.”
The corners of Quinn’s mouth quirk up against their own accord and she finds herself unable to deny the smaller girl something that seems to mean so much to her. “Alright,” she breathes with mild uncertainty. “Umm, how is this going to work?”
“I already have everything set up!” She begins to get so excited that she starts gesticulating with her hands. “We are going to have a romantic picnic at the local park of your choice. During this picnic, we will alternate feeding each other an array of fruits. Then, we will snuggle on the blanket and look up at the sky, whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ear.”
“Wait,” Quinn says, once the girl pauses to take a much needed breath, “everything you just said is happening at the park?” When Rachel nods, she continues. “Just how many hours are we going to spend together?” Quinn has to hide a smile because she already knows the answer.
“All day,” Rachel says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Then, a thought strikes her. “I have an appointment with my doctor early in the day, but after that I’m all yours. Do you object to the mental itinerary I’m conjuring up for us?”
“Not at all.” Quinn smiles warmly at the brunette. “All day sounds perfect.”
Rachel returns the smile before continuing. “After we have exhausted phase one of our date, we will then move on to phase two.”
“And what is phase two?”
“Phase two is gift giving!” She says, accentuating her point by poking Quinn on the nose. Quinn crinkles her nose as her eyebrows furrow. A gift? What was she supposed to get Rachel? What did the other girl even like, besides Broadway plays and Streisand?
“Quinn? You’ve spaced out on me again.”
Her head shakes back and forth, clearing her thoughts before she addresses the other girl. “Sorry. So, phase two is the end?”
Rachel smirks as she eyes the girl lecherously. “Well, I don’t know, Quinn. If everything goes well, then there might be a phase three.”
Quinn instantly knows what she’s talking about and her face grows hot at the mental image her brains draws up. “Yeah, that sounds great,” she sighs out without realizing it.
Giggling at the blonde, Rachel rises from her seat and pulls Quinn with her.
“I have to go to class,” she whispers as she slips her arms around the taller girl’s waist. “Will you come over later?”
“Don’t I always?” Quinn whispers in return, leaning down to give Rachel a chaste kiss.
And really, she should have known that kissing Rachel would be anything but chaste. Without preamble, Rachel’s greedy hands fly to Quinn’s ass, causing the blonde to give a gasp. Taking advantage, Rachel slips her tongue into the other girl’s mouth and explores. But Quinn doesn’t resist. Instead, she arches back into small hands, and sucks on the tongue in her mouth, moaning at the dual assault on her body.
Finally remembering that anyone could walk in on them at any moment, Quinn pulls back with reluctance. “You’ll be late to class,” she whispers in a husky voice that makes Rachel whimper.
“I don’t want to leave,” she whines, even stomps her foot a little, to Quinn’s amusement.
She plants a reassuring kiss on the other girl’s nose before pulling back. “I’ll see you in glee,” she says as she plants a kiss to the girl’s pulse point. “And I’ll drive you home.”
Rachel shivers at cool lips that are now at the base of her throat, teeth scraping. “And you’ll stay over for a long time?”
“For a very, very long time,” Quinn promises. She pulls back and spins the girl in her arms so that Rachel is facing away from her. “Now, go.” With a playful smack on the ass, Quinn gently pushes the other girl forward.
“Yes, Ms. Fabray,” Rachel says in a flirtatious tone as she saunters toward the exit.
Once Rachel’s gone, Quinn once again slumps back against the bleachers. What was she going to get the other girl? Whatever it was, it had to be special. Rachel deserved nothing but the best.
“I wonder if she’d like…no. That’s embarrassing.” She mulls over different ideas in her head. Trying to think of something.
“I’ve got it!” She says with excitement. “But wait. That’s even more embarrassing. It’s mortifying.”
She thinks back to the smile on Rachel face and how she was bouncing in her seat with excitement. “Still,” she says to herself, “she’d like it. Hell, she’d love it…”
Putting aside her own pride and overall sense of cool, she resigns to making the brunette happy. “I must really like this girl.”
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“You tricked me.”
“I most certainly did not trick you and I am appalled by this accusation.”
“You tricked me.”
“It does not matter how much you raise your voice or use inflections, the results will be the same.”
“You tricked me!”
“Stop shrieking in my ear. Honestly, you’re acting like a diva.”
That accusation stops Quinn in her tracks. She stares at Rachel with a dumbfounded expression. Rachel was saying she was acting like a diva? The world was going to end.
“Now, that’s better,” Rachel says to the mute girl as she turns towards her DVD collection. “Let’s find something else to watch.”
Quinn regains her senses. “Oh, no! I’m picking the movie this time. You don’t get to choose. You tricked me.”
“Really Quinn, this is getting old.”
“There were show tunes,” Quinn exclaims, gesturing wildly. “And singing, and drama, and geez. What the hell was that, Rachel?”
Rachel takes on a scholarly tone as she responds. “It’s called Les Misérables, Quinn, and it is a very brilliant production.”
“Rachel,” the blonde says, practically pleads with the smaller girl, “can we watch something else, anything else? I don’t think I can take another musical.” She finishes off her sentence with a whimper that she’d never admit and Rachel crumbles.
“Fine,” she sighs as she looks at her girlfriend. “We can watch The Notebook!”
“I like that one,” Quinn says with a smile. “That one I can do.”
After putting the movie in, Rachel climbs onto her bed and snuggles beside Quinn, her back to the blonde’s front. Quinn wastes no time and wraps an arm around the girl’s waist, pulling her closer. She idly strokes the tan skin of Rachel’s stomach as she immerses herself into the movie.
“Quinn?” Rachel asks after a moment of silence.
A soft grunt is the only indication she gets that Quinn is listening because the girl’s favorite part is on.
“Are you excited for Valentine’s Day?”
“Yeah, I’m excited.”
Rachel smirks at the blonde’s preoccupation. She brings her hand up to rest on Quinn’s own that’s located possessively over her stomach. “I’m excited too. I am grateful for any copious amount of time that we get to spend together.”
“Me too,” Quinn murmurs distractedly. “Copious…grateful…yep.”
Strong, ballerina shoulders shake with mirth as Rachel continues to laugh at Quinn. She decides to be sneaky and begins talking to her again. “You’re the best girlfriend, Quinn.”
“No, that’s all you, Rach,” Quinn replies.
After realizing what she said, Quinn stiffens for a moment. Now Rachel’s nervous. Had she done something wrong? Did she go too far? Would Quinn leave? She holds her breath and waits.
Finally, finally, a quiet, almost shy voice breaks the silence between them. “You’re the best person ever.”
Rachel breathes a sigh of relief as she settles further into Quinn, melting into her. Quinn leans down and plants a brief kiss to her cheek before falling into the movie once more.
Fifteen minutes later, Rachel starts again. “Quinn?”
“Just watch the movie, Rach.”