faberry:one shot
Title: The Lazy Song
Chapter: One shot
Author: lifeawakening
Pairing Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray
Rating: R
Summary: Based on this prompt from the fluff meme. In a nutshell? Rachel and Quinn have the house to themselves on a Sunday, so they have a lazy day spent together.
Quinn woke up Sunday morning, sprawled face-down across Rachel Berry’s bed. This was nothing new for her. What was new was the fact that Rachel and Quinn had the Berry household all to themselves that day. She blinked a couple of times before looking towards the window. Minimal light. Good. She smiled to herself as she realized it was still fairly early and she still had time to sleep. She laid her head back onto the pillow before feeling movement next to her. Her right arm rose as Rachel took a deep breath and rolled over, wrapping her small arms around Quinn’s waist as she burrowed her nose into the blonde’s neck.
Quinn turned her head to the right and placed a kiss to Rachel’s head before inhaling the smell of Rachel’s shampoo. She left her lips pressed to Rachel’s hair as she whispered, “Go back to sleep.”
She felt Rachel groan into her neck before the brunette mumbled, “I should get on the elliptical,” her voice raspy from sleep.
Quinn shook her head and pulled Rachel closer with her arm. “No.”
“Quinn…” Rachel half whined, nuzzling her nose into Quinn’s neck.
Quinn smiled into Rachel’s hair before shaking her head again. “No. This is our day off. Go back to sleep.”
Rachel mumbled something incoherent into Quinn’s neck before her breathing slowed down. Quinn waited a few minutes before shifting in Rachel’s arms in order to see her girlfriend’s face. She grinned sleepily when she saw that Rachel had fallen back asleep. She laid her forehead against Rachel’s for another minute, just watching Rachel sleep, before she kissed her softly on the jaw and let herself fall back asleep. This would be a perfect Sunday.
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Quinn woke up when she felt a weight press down on her stomach. She opened one eye and peered up at Rachel, who had taken it upon herself to straddle Quinn. The blonde opened both eyes and blinked a few more times just to make sure she was actually awake.
Rachel smiled down at Quinn, clearly just having woken up herself. The diva’s hair was in disarray. Her pink t-shirt clung to her chest and her red McKinley High shorts were riding up a little high on her tan thighs. She smiled sleepily at Quinn, ignoring the light that was just starting to stream through the window into her eyes. “It’s 6:46, Quinn.”
Quinn’s lips parted as she strained to figure out how her girlfriend was just so damn gorgeous. Rachel’s brows furrowed as Quinn just continued staring at her. “Are you awake? Quinn, you need to get up!”
Quinn blinked and shook her head, waking up enough to realize that her girlfriend actually expected an answer from her. “Of course I’m awake. Why are you waking me up so early? And why are you all of the way up there?”
In one quick movement, Quinn bucked her hips up and knocked Rachel off of her and onto her back. Quinn quickly rolled on top of Rachel and braced her elbows on either side of Rachel’s head. “Now, why are you waking me up this early?”
Rachel’s surprised eyes roamed over Quinn’s eyes before she smiled slowly. “As much as I love your forcefulness and would love to take advantage of this position, I woke you up at this exact time for a reason. If you remember correctly, I have the satellite package that you do not have, and it is Sunday morning…” Rachel trailed off as her girlfriend’s eyes lit up. Quinn’s body left Rachel’s as quickly as it came as the blond jumped off of the bed and raced out of the room.
Rachel blinked, still on her back but now very much alone, as she sighed. “And I thought I’d wake you up so you could watch your cartoons. Why, yes Quinn, that was very thoughtful of me. Oh, I know that I’m the best girlfriend ever, but it’s so nice to hear that every now and then. No, no, please. I know it’s difficult for you to take your eyes off of me, but I must insist that you watch your cartoons, I’ll be fine.”
Rachel heard a low chuckle from the doorway. She raised her head and saw Quinn leaning in the doorway with her arms folded over her chest. “Are you done patting your own back, yet, best girlfriend ever? We only have nine minutes until ChalkZone starts and you know I can’t watch that without you.”
Rachel grinned as Quinn came over and grabbed her hand, hoisting her off of the bed and pulling her into the side. Rachel moved to make her way out of her room when Quinn tugged her back by her hand. The blond smiled down at Rachel before she leaned down and pressed a good morning kiss to her lips. Rachel tugged at Quinn’s bottom lip with her teeth before pulling away. “Come on, if you want bacon before the show you’re going to have to make it yourself.”
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“God, I want that so bad,” Quinn practically moaned, basically drooling in Rachel’s lap.
The brunette cocked an eyebrow as she glanced down at the back of Quinn’s head. “The kid or the cartoon chocolate bar?”
Quinn rolled her eyes as she lifted her head off of Rachel’s head and sank back into the couch. “The Reptar bar! Don’t they look so insanely good?”
Rachel turned inquisitive eyes back to the TV as she watched Tommy Pickles devour the candy bar, sticking his tongue out after to show that it did indeed turn your tongue green. “I must admit, it looks pretty tasty. I still hold on to the notion that a Krabby Patty would taste better than any other animated food item.”
Quinn whipped her head to the right as she stated, “But you’re a vegan.”
Rachel kept her eyes glued to the TV as she shrugged. “Quinn, sometimes certain rules need to be broken. Namely, if I was given a Krabby Patty, there’s no doubt in my mind that I would devour it just for the sake of having one.”
The cartoon-loving nerd in Quinn swooned as the sixteen-year old Quinn gaped at Rachel. After a beat of silence, Quinn was on her feet, wrapping her arms under Rachel’s thighs and pulling until the girl was lying on her back on the couch. Rachel squealed in delight as Quinn jumped onto the couch, her knees hitting the couch on either side of Rachel’s thighs. She peppered Rachel’s lips with slow, lingering kisses for a few minutes before she felt small hands trail up the front of her thighs. She smiled and pulled back when she felt Rachel groan into her lips. “What’s wrong?”
Rachel tugged fervently at the material of Quinn’s red Cheerios sweatpants. “Why are you wearing sweatpants?”
Quinn scoffed as she lowered herself until she was fully lying on top of Rachel. “Because you’re a friggan cover hog, and I didn’t want to freeze last night.”
Rachel chuckled lightly as she skimmed her fingertips along Quinn’s back, under her shirt. “You say that like you had a chance to be cold last night, Quinn.”
A faint blush tinted Quinn’s cheeks as she smiled. She met her girlfriend’s eyes and caught her breath when she saw the look Rachel was wearing. “I don’t like that look.”
Rachel grinned devilishly as she surreptitiously gripped the bottom of Quinn’s shirt with her fists. “There are a grand total of eight rooms in my house, Quinn. We have only ever taken advantage of one.”
Quinn gaped at her girlfriend as she felt her back start to get cold. “Rachel Berry, I am appalled at you.”
Rachel giggled as she leaned up, pressing a deep kiss to Quinn’s lips before quickly pulling Quinn’s shirt off of her. She only broke the kiss long enough to get Quinn’s shirt over her head and onto the floor.
Quinn guessed they were going to start in the living room.
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Two hours later, Quinn lifted her head off of the kitchen cabinet as she watched her girlfriend wash her hands. “Is it lunch time now?”
Rachel threw a grin Quinn’s way as she walked towards her girlfriend. Rachel resumed her spot standing between Quinn’s legs as the blonde sat on the countertop. “It can be. It’s 11:30 anyway.”
Quinn nodded as she realized she was suddenly craving pizza. She frowned. Rachel wouldn’t let her get pizza. Pizza and vegans don’t mix. Rachel frowned upon giving money to fast food restaurants.
Rachel watched as the gears in Quinn’s head began turning. After a few seconds, she asked Quinn in an amused tone, “What are you thinking?”
Quinn snapped her head back towards Rachel’s direction. “Huh? Oh… I was just craving something and trying to figure out how… to… get it…”
Rachel placed her hands on Quinn’s knees. “Is it something that I have here?”
“Well, no…”
“Is it something I could make?”
“It wouldn’t taste the same…”
“Not even if I let it soak in grease for an hour?” Quinn pouted. Rachel gave in. “Fine. But I’m not paying for your murderous ways.”
Quinn beamed as she grabbed her cell phone from her pants pocket and scrolled through her contacts until she landed on Pizza Hut. Rachel’s eyes widened. “You have their number programmed into your phone?”
Quinn’s finger hovered over send as she guiltily met Rachel’s eyes. “Uhm, no?”
Rachel’s hands curled into fists as she punched Quinn’s thigh, growling out, “I’m buying you that pet cow so you can fall in love with it and realize that you can no longer eat beef or dairy.”
Quinn bit back a laugh as she mumbled, “You punch like a girl. And I’d love a cow! Once it got old -”
“Don’t you dare say it, Quinn Fabray.”
“Well, what else would I do with a dead cow?!”
Quinn regretted the words as soon as they left her lips. Her girlfriend gasped, pulling her hands off of Quinn’s thighs as if she’d just been burned, and spun around. Quinn shut her eyes as she tried to stop her laughter. “No, babe, come on! You know I was just - Oh, Rach! Don’t lock me out of the living room!”
Her words fell on deaf ears as the door the living room slid shut and clicked as it locked. Quinn stared at the door for a few minutes before pressing send on her phone. “Hey! It’s Quinn Fabray, and I’d like my usual. Yep, send it to Rachel’s house. No… you don’t need to go around the back this time, she knows.”
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Ten minutes later, Quinn was back in her girlfriend’s arms. Just, not the way she would have hoped.
“Quinn, give it to me!” Also not the way Quinn would have hoped to hear those words. She held tight to Rachel’s autographed Wicked playbill as her girlfriend had her tackled on the floor.
“No! This was the only way I could get you to let me back into the room! If I let go then you’ll lock me out again.”
“You’re going to rip it!” Rachel shrieked, crawling up Quinn’s body as Quinn’s back pressed hard into the living room floor.
Quinn scrambled to push herself backwards across the floor. Unfortunately, Rachel was strong for a midget. She grabbed Quinn’s ankles and pulled the blonde towards her before prying apart and pinning Quinn’s arms on the ground next to her.
Quinn let out a breath as she blinked up at Rachel. “When the hell did you get so strong?”
Rachel grabbed the playbill off of Quinn’s chest and stood up. “It’s what happens when you don’t eat your dead pet cows. I’m going to put this back in its frame. I expect you to behave and watch daytime television until I get back.”
Quinn stared up as Rachel stepped over her and made her way out of the room. The blonde cracked up as she threw her arms over her face. “God, I’m dating a mental patient.” She cringed as she remote came flying into the room, hitting her in the head.
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Quinn flew to the front door when she heard the doorbell, her wallet clutched in her hands. She opened the door with a grin on her face and a twenty clutched in a sweaty hand.
The pizza delivery dude smiled at the blonde as he unzipped the warming package. “How are you doing today, Quinn?”
Quinn watched him pull the box out and smiled. “I’m great, Greg. Just having a day in with Rachel.”
The teenage boy nodded in understanding as he held the pizza with one hand, reaching out to grab the twenty from Quinn with the other. “Well, I certainly hope that you two -”
“Take. It. Off!” Quinn’s jaw dropped as the pizza dude mirrored her expression. She glanced over her shoulder back into the house as Rachel’s voice traveled through the air again. “He is most certainly not the daddy! He did cheat on you though! A girl fight is necessary!”
Quinn closed her eyes as her face went red. Greg’s jaw dropped further as his gaze flew back to Quinn’s. “Dude, you are so lucky.”
Quinn’s eyes snapped open as she pinned Greg with a death glare. “Don’t you have a job to do? Go away.” She turned and slammed the door in his face as she slammed the pizza box down onto the table by the front door. She stomped into the living room doorway as she saw her girlfriend with her feet propped up on the table doing an actual fist pump. “Tits or get the fu-”
“RACHEL BERRY!” Quinn bellowed, looking a brighter shade of red than a Cheerio’s uniform. “I can’t believe you watch Jerry Springer.”
Rachel froze, quickly muting the TV and dropping her feet off of the table with a heavy thump. “Quinn… I thought you left to pick up the pizza.”
Quinn cocked an eyebrow. “You didn’t hear the doorbell?”
Rachel shrugged sheepishly. She glanced back at the TV as Quinn turned around, picking up the pizza box and dropping it onto the living room table. Rachel watched her girlfriend carefully as she sat down on the couch. Quinn watched the TV for a few moments before cocking her head. “He cheated on his wife with her sister?”
Rachel bit her lip as she hesitantly un-muted the TV. “No, he cheated on his wife with his sister.”
Quinn looked disgusted and her girlfriend nodded. “So, who is the baby daddy then?”
Rachel smiled shyly as she shrugged, “We think it’s his landlord’s. Or his brother.” Quinn cringed as she grabbed a piece of pizza and started chewing.
“Is anyone doing a paternity test?”
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Quinn chewed a piece of gum (Rachel wouldn’t kiss her until she got the meat taste out of her mouth, and brushing her teeth hadn’t been enough) as she flexed her arms around Rachel’s waist. They had decided to pull the couch out into a bed so they could recline while watching TV.
Rachel rested her head against Quinn’s collarbone as she blinked a few times. “Does Snooki always wear a baseball cap into the hot tub?”
Quinn shook her head while lightly smacking her gum. “I don’t think so, no.”
A few minutes later and Rachel reared her head back. “Are they going to make love in the hot tub?”
Quinn chuckled and nodded. “Uh huh.”
“This is disgusting. There are other people present in this hot tub, does that not matter?”
Quinn’s head dropped back onto the couch. “No, it doesn’t matter. I’m sure they’ll join in, anyway.”
Rachel’s expression grew from disgusted to absolutely appalled as she watched Jersey Shore progress. The scene got particularly steamy and Quinn piped up. “This is the part where we fist pump.”
Rachel elbowed Quinn as she stated, “That’s positively disgusting.”
“Says the girl who watches Jerry Springer.”
Rachel opened her mouth to form a retort but promptly shut it, pouting when she realized there was no way to rebuttal that.
A few seconds of silence passed before “how does she keep her hair poofed up like that while in a hot tub?” was asked.
Quinn was silent for a moment before perking up. “I have an idea. Let’s poof your hair up and then get in the bath and try to make it stay that way.”
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Quinn stepped out of Rachel’s dad’s master bathroom wearing her white Cheerio sweatpants and Rachel’s yellow glee club shirt. Rachel followed her out wearing Quinn’s red Cheerio short shorts and the blonde’s red Cheerio sweatshirt.
Quinn smiled as she turned and pulled Rachel’s hair from the poof. “That’s how.”
Rachel beamed up at her girlfriend as she turned to her father’s vanity mirror. “I cannot believe that you talked me into using their tub.”
Quinn shrugged as she rested her chin on the top of Rachel’s head, watching the brunette fidget with her hair in the mirror. “It was the closest thing to a hot tub that we had. Besides, you were the one who wanted to try out all of the rooms.”
Rachel smiled with a shake of her head as she glanced at the clock on the counter. “Oh, Quinn! The Lima Theatre Group is doing a revamped production of Hamlet at the park down the street from here in ten minutes!”
Quinn groaned as she firmly said, “No.”
Rachel pouted.
“Fine, but I’m not changing. And you better hope no one sees us. You’re a damn walking poster for being the head cheerleader’s girlfriend.”
Rachel turned around and eyed Quinn’s shirt, which just so happened to say “Glee Club Captain!” on it with a golden star by it. Rachel’s lips formed a straight line as she nodded. “Yes, this is all me.”
Quinn looked down at her shirt before looking back up to Rachel. “Let’s just go.”
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An hour later, Rachel gripped Quinn’s hand with both of hers as they made their way back towards Rachel’s house. Quinn held her face up to the wind as a cool breeze blew through her hair. It was a fairly cool day for October, which Quinn was fine with, since she loved autumn.
“I could have played a much more believable Gertrude, but I still surprisingly loved the production. Although the Los Angeles gang theme was a bit out there.”
Quinn laughed as her flip flops slapped against the sidewalk. “Yeah, just a bit. I can’t believe we had to pay five bucks for that.”
Rachel nuzzled her face into Quinn’s arm as she pulled down on the blonde. “Thank you for taking me, Quinn.”
Quinn smiled with the corner of her mouth as she stroked Rachel’s hand with her thumb. “You’re welcome, but you owe me a nap now.”
“Deal.”
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Quinn woke up with her head at the foot of the couch bed and one leg propped up on the arm rest. She groaned lightly as she felt Rachel move above her. She raised her head slightly and saw that the brunette hadn’t switched positions during sleep. She was still lying on top of Quinn, her head right under Quinn’s chest and her arms wrapped around her thighs. Quinn laid her head back down and craned her neck to see the TV when she heard music.
Huh, Bruno Mars. Quinn suddenly remembered that Rachel had turned it to Fuse before they had fallen asleep because it was supposedly calming to sleep to. Quinn watched the TV upside down as she began swaying her head side to side and mouthing along the words to the song. “Bruno Mars marathon, hell yeah.”
Her feet began to lightly sway with her head as Quinn began to quietly sing, “Today I don’t feel like doing anything, I just want to lay in Rachel’s bed. Don’t feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone, ‘cause today I swear I ain’t doing anything. No, I ain’t gonna comb my hair ‘cause I ain’t going anywhere -”
She heard a small laugh and Rachel’s hands suddenly slid up Quinn’s back. The blonde lifted her head and smiled at the girl. “Hey, sleepyhead.”
Rachel smiled back groggily, “Hey, yourself. Is it Bruno Mars day or something?”
Quinn shrugged, “I guess.” The song ended and Marry You started to play. Quinn craned her head back to watch the TV and smiled, mumbling, “I love this song.”
She raised her head back up to look at Rachel, who was staring at Quinn with sparkling eyes. Quinn cocked an eyebrow. “What?”
Rachel bit her lip as she slid her body up Quinn’s until she was level enough to rest a hand on Quinn’s collar and kiss her deeply. She traced her tongue along Quinn’s teeth and swallowed the moan that Quinn let escape. Rachel pulled back enough to whisper an “I love you” that ghosted over Quinn’s lips. Rachel felt Quinn smile into her mouth as the blonde trapped Rachel’s bottom lip gently between her teeth.
“Tell me right now baby,” Rachel whispered into the kiss.
“Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you,” Quinn whispered back, earning a giggle from Rachel. Quinn began tugging at Rachel’s (well, Quinn’s) sweatshirt until the brunette helped Quinn pull it off of her.
Rachel slid her body back down until she was straddling Quinn’s waist. She ran her hands up Quinn’s body under her t-shirt as Quinn arched up into the touch. “Off,” Rachel muttered, fisting the bottom of the glee shirt and gently tugging it over Quinn’s head.
Quinn breathed heavily as she gently intertwined hers and Rachel’s hands, using the leverage to slowly lower her girlfriend down until there was no space in between them.
Quinn’s hands rested at the small of Rachel’s back as they took their time, going slow for the first time that day. Quinn pulled Rachel in for another kiss. Rachel parted Quinn’s lips as they kissed lazily and deeply, their tongues meeting and throaty gasps being exchanged.
Slowly, Rachel broke the kiss, quickly trailing kisses down Quinn’s jaw and up to her ear before whispering a broken, “I love you,” into it before kissing her way back down Quinn’s jaw.
Quinn groaned low in her throat as her head dropped back further and her eyes stared at the fan overhead before closing tightly. Her throat constricted as she sucked in a breath and gulped as Rachel kissed her way down Quinn’s exposed throat.
It wasn’t long before Rachel was tugging at Quinn’s sweatpants. Quinn felt her waist being lifted up and cool air meeting her legs before Rachel had laid back down on top of her. Quinn lifted her head and met Rachel’s eyes as a lazy smile spread over her face. Rachel smiled back as she kissed her way down Quinn’s chest, intertwining their fingers above Quinn’s head.
Quinn’s breath came in sharp gasps as Rachel hit her mark, twice, all the while singing whatever song was on the TV at the time into Quinn. Quinn wasted no time getting her bearings as she blindly grabbed for a part of Rachel that she could use to yank her girlfriend back up to her.
Rachel happily obliged as Quinn pulled her up by her bicep, pulling her in for a searing kiss that Quinn used as a distraction. She managed to get Rachel’s (or, well, her) pants off of the girl in one fluid motion without breaking the kiss. Quinn rolled her hips. Rachel gasped.
Quinn built a steady rhythm as Rachel’s hands fisted the blanket that they’d thrown onto the couch hours before.
Somewhere between Rachel calling out Quinn’s name and Quinn repeatedly whispering “I love you too” into Rachel’s ear, the sun had set and the moon had taken the stage.
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Quinn walked into Rachel’s kitchen in one of Rachel’s oversized night shirts. She saw the brunette fixing them dinner and couldn’t help but smile. As she passed through the kitchen she glanced at the clock and frowned slightly. The day was almost over.
“What’s for dinner?”
Rachel turned from the oven with raised eyebrows and a questioning look on her face. “Hm?”
Quinn let out a laugh through her nose and closed her eyes, carefully pulling the iPod headphones out of Rachel’s ears. “I asked what’s for dinner.”
“Oh!” Rachel said cheerily, stepping back from the stove. “Sloppy Janes!”
Quinn glanced down at the stove top at what resembled beef for a sloppy Joe. She knew Rachel better though. “Oh?”
Rachel smiled softly at the hesitancy on Quinn’s face. “It’s made out of tempeh. I bought some the last time daddy and I were at the store because I wanted to try this out for you. I want us to be able to reach a happy medium and I know that sloppy Joes are your favorite and… well… I figured we could try this.”
Quinn bit her lip as she shook her head, furious with herself that she was seriously almost about to cry. She captured Rachel’s lips instead, trying to show Rachel how much that meant to her. “Thank you,” she whispered as she pulled back.
Rachel got a bemused look before laughing, “It’s just food, Quinn.”
Quinn shook her head as her gaze swept over the kitchen and her girlfriend. “No, not really. It’s everything, Rach. This whole day has just been perfect.”
Rachel reached behind herself and turned off the burner on the stove before nodding slowly. “This whole day I’ve been thinking how well we work together and how… well, how perfect it would be to have this every day. Just us.”
Quinn’s eyes squinted as she stared her girlfriend down. “Rachel Berry, are you asking me to move in with you?”
Rachel blushed as she ducked her head. “Actually… I was thinking that after high school if you figured out where…”
“Columbia.”
Rachel drew her head back and met Quinn’s eyes. “Are you sure?”
Quinn nodded. “I planned it all out. It's been decided. So, continue with your question.”
Rachel shyly played with the collar of Quinn’s shirt as she bit her lip. “Well, Quinn… I was wondering if you wanted to move in together in New York after high school.”
Quinn pretended to mull this over for a few seconds before shrugging. “A lifetime full of Sundays like this?”
Rachel smirked. “I’ll even sweeten the deal. We’ll get an apartment right next to a pizza shop, which shouldn’t be hard.”
Quinn laughed warmly as she pulled Rachel into her arms. She glanced over her girlfriend’s shoulder to the pot full of sloppy Jane’s and back to her girlfriend in her old Cheerio’s sweatshirt, and Quinn nodded. “Deal. But we have to seal it with a kiss.”
“Deal,” Rachel said through a smile as their lips met. The clock struck twelve a.m. just as Quinn was lifting Rachel up onto the counter.