There's Always Brooklyn - Chapter Twenty-Nine
Title: There's Always Brooklyn
Author: Sio and Maura
Artist: raingoddess2040
Type: AU Post On My Way, future femslash with a het side pairing
Word Count: 195,092
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Characters/Pairings: Rachel/Santana, Quinn/OMC, past Quinn/Rachel, Santana/Brittany, near miss Quinn/Santana, Quinn/Rachel
Warnings (highlight to read): Explicit sexual content in later chapters, talk of presumed non-con (no actual), minor off-screen violence, strong language, external/general homophobia, child (not kink), parenting (not kink)
Summary: Six years ago, Santana Lopez disappeared following graduation. The costs for therapy and rehab to get out of her chair, made Quinn Fabray realize she couldn't have Yale, so she went with her second acceptance - NYU. Rachel Berry missed out on NYADA but made it into Tisch, only to find herself as roommates with Quinn after tearing herself away from Finn to go to New York. Eventually a gin soaked night led to a tormented relationship that eventually was surrendered to save their fading friendship. When Rachel finally managed to land a Broadway lead under Quinn's management, they were shocked by who showed up for the latest opening as Rachel's assistant.
What neither of them had ever expected was that she'd have a child with her. One she'd ran away to New York to be able to have without the shame Quinn had gone through.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
The sun was still up when Rachel logged into her computer and clicked open her Skype connection. Scrolling through her contacts, she quickly found Santana's name and grinned as she clicked on it to start the call and set her webcam up. Today's shoot had gone very well and she was in a great mood that could only be made better by being able to see her favorite people before she had to go out on a "date" with Ray that evening.
Santana was sitting at the coffee table writing on her computer her new story she had been working on. She smiled when she heard the Skype chime. "Hi, you," she said as Rachel's face filled her screen.
"Hi," Rachel waved, smiling at the camera. "Is Brooklyn still at her playdate? I thought I might get a chance to say goodnight before I have to leave to go out with Ray tonight."
"She's reading in her bedroom," Santana said. "Do you know why you have that date yet?"
"Do I know why?" She raised a brow, "Santana, Ray and I go out about once a week to be seen. You know that. Why?" She looked worried, "Did something happen? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah... There were photos taken... At the beach." She swallowed, "of us."
"That's really not a funny joke, Santana," Rachel tried smiling but it was hard. After a moment, her face fell. "You're not joking. Oh God... was Brooklyn in them?" she asked worriedly, her first concern being the safety of the little girl.
"No, thank god..." Santana said softly, but they have one from when you kissed me." She looked down. "The studio is pissed."
"Because I kissed you?" She looked irritated. "They can go jump off a pier. That's my private life and they don't get to tell me who to love. It's bad enough they insist on controlling my public private life. What's the worst they can do? Fire me? I'll be sure to go to the press and the ACLU as soon as I receive my walking papers. This is California and they do not have the right to fire me over my sexual orientation, and believe me, I will insure that is all they will be able to fire me for."
“You're in the middle of a movie. You will break your contract if you do anything more than just finish the film.” Santana sighed, “They’re not going to fire you... though they wanted too.”
"What?" Rachel's eyes narrowed, "Why not?"
“Because I told Quinn to let me go instead.” She said softly, not looking at Rachel.
"You... what?" She sounded scared and a little lost, "But... Santana, we work together. It's why we can see each other so often..."
“You are almost done filming. We can figure it out until you're done.” She said softly, “I’m still here for you, I still... You’re still my heart okay?”
"And you're mine," Rachel's face crumpled slightly. "I'm going to miss you all the time now! This isn't fair, Santana!"
“We still have this. We still have reading to Brooklyn at night and I’ll still handle your online stuff...” She sniffled, “I’m just... someone needed to take the fall.”
"Why did it have to be you?" she mumbled, wiping a finger under her eyes. "You shouldn't have to take the fall all the time, Santana. Quinn'll make me get another assistant now, and I don't want to work with anyone but you... and what are you going to do now?" she looked worried.
“I had to take the fall because I was the easy blame. It was my idea, Rachel...” She said softly, “I can’t be the reason you don’t get to follow your dream. Just finish the movie, okay? I’ll find another job.”
"I don't like this," Rachel shook her head. "What this studio is forcing us to do is wrong. I don't ever want to work for them again after this."
“Once the movie is done you don’t have too,” Santana said. “Just come home to me.”
"I want to come home," she whispered, smiling sadly at the camera. "I wanted to come home with you when you left on Sunday. I hate being here without the two of you."
“Same,” Santana replied, “Would talking to the kid make you smile?”
"Just... talk to me for a little before she comes on so I can compose myself?" Rachel asked hopefully, "I don't like her seeing me upset. What have you two been doing since you got back? Anything interesting?"
“Were getting ready for her camping trip thing,” She rolled her eyes, “Had lunch with Q today, both of us...Working on some writing.”
"Camping," Rachel rolled her eyes, "I'm glad I'm not there for it. How's Quinn? And writing? Like what Brooklyn told me about a few months ago? She said you make her books."
“Yeah not really loving the camping thing, but Brooke is excited.” She shrugged, “Q’s good, she was good with Brooklyn so thats pretty good.” She smiled and took a sip of her tea, “Yeah, I used to draw and write her first couple books.”
"Really," Rachel smirked, teasing Santana with her smile. "You should show me some time. I'd love to see them."
“Maybe, but i’m kinda nervous about them.” She said bashfully, “I like drawing and writing though, I’ve always done it.”
"Well, you know how I feel about artistic aspirations," she teased, wiggling her brows. "Though I admit music is a far greater turn on, but then... I already know what an amazing voice you have."
“Not anymore,” She shrugged, “But Brooklyn seems to like my stuff and I hope to keep the books in case I ever have more kids.”
"Nonsense, Santana. Your voice doesn't go away just because you have a child," Rachel scolded gently. "I'm sure with a little practice you would still sound amazing considering how little you seemed to practice in Glee. Do you," she looked shy, "do you want more kids? Some day, I mean."
“Yeah... as scary as being pregnant was... I loved it. The three am feedings... holding her bare on my skin.” She smiled softly in memory. “Plus, Brooklyn wants to be a big sister.”
"Well, um... maybe in a few years, maybe," she blushed, stammering as she tried to push the words out past her shy smile, "maybe it won't be so scary because I could maybe... help?"
Santana blushed, “Okay.”
"I don't know the first thing about pregnancy or being a parent or any of that, but," she smiled shyly, peering up at the camera, "I like to imagine being with you that long. And... maybe I like the idea of being a family with you and Brooklyn and isn't having a child together part of that? Not now of course, but... someday. I think I'd like that."
“I had Brooke in my teens... don't be that scared,” she smiled, “but that sounds nice.”
"Good," Rachel smiled lopsidedly. "It'll give me a goal to look forward to while I'm trapped here in the land of sun pretending to be my gay co-star's loving girlfriend." She rolled her eyes, "So where's our girl?" She grinned. "I need to say goodnight and get my Brooklyn fix before I go!"
She smiled and leaned back, "Brooke!" She hollered before the soft thuds of footsteps ran over and the tiny girl plopped on Santana's lap.
"Hi, Rachie!" She smiled, "I miss you!"
"I miss you too, sweetie," Rachel smiled at her. "Have you been being good for your mom?"
"Yes," She smiled as Santana wrapped her arms around the little girl's body. "We went shopping for a sleeping bag today! Mine has Spider-man on it!"
"Spider-man, huh?" Rachel laughed softly, "That sounds really cool, Brooklyn. I'm sure you're going to be the warmest person at the camp. Are you looking forward to it?"
"Yes, mommy keeps grumbling about peeing in the woods!" She giggled, "I keep telling her we are not in tents we have a little house."
"Still out in the damn woods," She mumbled, her chin resting on Brooklyn's shoulder.
"Your mommy's right. The woods are not comfy like a hotel," Rachel chuckled, smirking at Santana. "Make sure to give your mom lots of extra cuddles for me while you're out there. I'm going to miss talking to you two so much while you're in the woods!"
"You can call mommy's phone right?" Brooklyn asked worriedly, "Right?"
"I'll try, but we don't know if your mom's phone can get any signal out there yet," Rachel explained. "If I can't, you'll tell me all about your adventures when you get back, right?"
"Okay," She pouted, "I get to ride a pony and go swimming in the lake." She said excitedly.
"Oh that sounds like fun! I wish I could see it," she smiled at her. "Maybe your mom will take pictures or video?" she looked at Santana curiously.
"Of course I will." Santana smiled, "I'll send them to you as soon as we get home."
Rachel shook her head, "No, save them until we're together again. I'd like that a lot more. It's just not as much fun to look at pictures and things like that alone," she smiled lopsidedly with a little shrug.
"When are you coming back to New York?" Brooklyn asked, "I want to be here with you."
"Hopefully not too much longer. You and your mom are still going to come out with Quinn and Jay for Christmas break, right?"
"I think so," Brooklyn looked up in question and smiled when Santana nodded. "Yes, but how will Santa find me if i'm not at my house?"
"Santa always knows, sweetie. He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake," she sang with a smile. "He keeps an eye on all the boys and girls. That's how he found you last year at my home, remember?"
"Oh yeah." She smiled, "I just want to see you for Christmas.' She said and blew kisses to Rachel. "I'm gonna go play, I talk to you tomorrow?"
"Okay, but don't forget it's bedtime soon," Rachel reminded her gently. "Don't give your mom a hard time about going to sleep or I'll be sad."
Brooklyn pouted and nodded, "Love you, Rachie! Sleep good!" She smiled and waved at the screen.
"Love you too, sweetie," she blew her a kiss. "Sleep well tonight."
Brooklyn blew a kiss and ran back into her room. "That child..." Santana smiled as she looked at Rachel's face.
"Is adorable and I wouldn't change a thing about her," Rachel finished, smiling at Santana. "I wish I was there with the two of you."
"That would be nice," she said softly. "You know how much better I sleep when you're here."
"Me too. But we're working hard and hopefully it won't be too much longer. I'm looking forward to spending the holidays with you out here though and before you suggest it, I don't care what the studio thinks. They don't get to dictate who my family is or who I can spend the holidays with."
"Of course. We wouldn't want to go anywhere else. Though, i kind of wish you could just come back to New York for the holidays," Santana said softly.
"I'm doing my best to come home as soon as I can, Santana," Rachel murmured softly with a sad smile.
"I know." She looked down and picked up a notebook with a picture of a flower she had drawn. "Flowers for you."
Rachel smiled softly at the picture, reaching out as if she could touch it before remembering at the last moment and letting her hand fall. "It's beautiful, Santana. Thank you."
"I'll mail it to you." Santana smiled, "Along with the other things I draw when I can't sleep."
"I'll keep them in a scrapbook by my bed to look at when I can't sleep," Rachel smiled lopsidedly. "I love you," she whispered after a moment, looking off to the side when the sound of a knock filtered through the microphone. When she turned back, she was smiling sadly. "Ray's here. I guess I have to go..."
"Have fun okay?" Santana whispered, "Te amo." She said nervously, not having said I love you before.
Rachel smiled shyly, but didn't press Santana on what she'd said to avoid scaring her off, "I wish I was going out with you. Maybe someday after I come home we can go on something more like a real date?"
"Please." Santana smiled, "Go have fun with Ray, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"I send you a text when I get home," she blew Santana a kiss. "Love you, Santana. Sleep well."
"Night." She smiled before closing her computer and going and sliding onto Brooklyn's bed behind her. "Tell me a story, baby girl."
"What kinda story, Mommy?" Brooklyn asked, snuggling back into the comfort of her mom's embrace.
"Anything you want." She said closing her eyes and resting her head against her daughter's body.
"Can I tell a story about kittens?" she asked. "I like kittens. Do you think we could get a kitten when Rachie comes home?"
"Maybe," she murmured, "You gotta prove that you're a big girl and can take care it it."
"I can be big!" She clapped excitedly, "Okay! Story time! Once upon a time there was an itty bitty kitty. She was just a baby kitty but her mommy was a big kitty and very brave."
"Really now?" Santana smiled softly, "Did the kitten frolic and play? or did she like to sleep?"
Brooklyn giggled, "She liked to play but her mommy kitty liked to sleep lots."
"Maybe her mommy kitty was tired from working and running after her baby." She teased.
"Maybe," she giggled, squirming a bit. "All the other baby kitties at school said the itty bitty kitty needed a dog, but she didn't want a dog." She looked up at her mom with a smile, "She wanted another kitty mommy to make her mommy laugh and smile."
Santana's eyes opened and tried to follow, "Okay..." She said softly, "That sounds good."
Brooklyn nodded, "Uh-huh. The itty bitty kitty didn't need a daddy dog. She wanted two kitty mommies to cuddle with. Then one day her mommy kitty met a pretty brown and white kitty."
"Did she now?" Santana asked softly, "You like the idea of two mommy kitties? No doggie?"
"Uh-huh," she nodded, "two mommy kitties is the best. The pretty brown and white kitty had a yellow kitty friend, but the yellow kitty liked doggies and the itty bitty kitty made her nervous. The pretty brown and white kitty loved the itty bitty kitty though and played with her lots."
"That's what mommy kitties do, beautiful." She smiled and nuzzled her neck.
"The pretty brown and white kitty would be a good mommy, I think," Brooklyn nodded, snuggling with her mom and giggling as Santana's breath tickled her. "But she had to go away and the itty bitty kitty and her mommy kitty were sads. They could talks to her on the magic box, but they was still sads without her."
"I'm pretty sure this story ends with the other kitty coming back to the mommy and baby." Santana smiled, "Then the mommy kitty and her kitten will be happy."
"Uh-huh," she nodded, curling into her mom, "and then they all lives together happily ever after and have more baby kitties!"
"You are one crazy, kitten." She whispered, kissing her daughter's face.
"I'm itty bitty and you loves me," Brooklyn grinned up at her, wrinkling her nose. "We lives with Rachie when she comes home, right?"
"We'll see," She whispered, "We need to ask her when she comes home." She said as she kissed her nose.
"Hope she says yes," she yawned. "Everybody happiest when Rachie's with us."
"This is true little one." She whispered as she kissed her daughters eyelids. "You are my favourite thing, Brooklyn. You know how much Mommy loves you right?"
"Uh-huh," she nodded, closing her eyes and snuggling into Santana's chest, "I loves you most too. And we loves Rachie."
"That we do, Brooklyn." She said as she cuddled with her. "Baby? Can Mommy sleep with you for awhile?"
"Please?" Brooklyn yawned, squirming around until she could hug her mom and close her eyes. "I like when you sleeps with me, Mommy."
"I like it too." She said as she held the little girl to her chest and drifted off to sleep.
Quinn was leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed and her fingers tangled in her hair when Jay got to her office door. He smiled softly, watching her for a moment before knocking gently on the door frame and holding out the small bundle of lilies he'd brought for her.
"Hi there, angel," he murmured, coming in to lean down and kiss her. "I've missed you this past week."
She smiled and sat up. "Hey, you," she said softly. "I didn't know you were stopping by or I would have looked better today."
"I know, but I think you look beautiful anyway," he smiled lopsidedly down at her, offering the flowers. "I just got off work a bit ago and saw these as I was heading home and thought of you. Want to get some lunch or would dinner be more appropriate at this hour?"
"Dinner," she said, "I would love to have dinner with you." She moved to tuck herself in his arms and sigh. "This week has been hell."
He held her close and took a deep breath of the warm scent of her, his nose lightly nuzzling the top of her head. "Well, it hasn't been hell for me, but it's certainly been long. I'd love to listen if you want to talk though." He pulled back to smile down at her, "Are you done for the day? Think you'd like to come home with me after dinner?"
"Please," she said, "I'm more than over today." She sighed.
"Come on," he murmured, grabbing her jacket and helping her into it. "Let's go so I can get some food into you and you can tell me what's on your mind, okay?"
She nodded and followed him out. Once they got to a small Thai place and sighed, "Rachel is pissed at me."
"Now what?" He smiled at her easily, helping her into a seat before taking his own. "I got the feeling that was kind of part of the dynamic you to have. Half the time you seem like you want to slap each other and then half of the rest of the time I'm half afraid you're cheating on me," he grinned to let her know he was just joking, "while the rest you actually seem friends. So what's going on with the mighty midget?"
"While at the beach with the kid and San, someone got and sold photo of them. The studios pissed and San had to quit." She sighed, "so because I pushed I'm the bad guy."
"You pushed?" He cocked a brow at her, confused. "You pushed what? I'd think she'd be more pissed at the studio and isn't that kind of thing illegal out there? You know, sexual orientation discrimination."
"It's part of her contact that she signed." Quinn sighed, "They don't blatantly discriminate. They just make life hell and make her crazy until the film is over."
"Well, don't work with them again," he shrugged. "Santana and her seemed pretty tight when I saw them last. Doubt this will faze them in the long run." He smiled at the waiter when he came over and ordered.
“Maybe not,” she sighed, “But, this whole thing was my fault... and I’m not sure Santana even wants to be out in public with Rachel.”
"Does Rachel want to be out in public?" He asked, squeezing the lemon that came with his tea into it and gesturing to her with the rind before dropping it in the glass. "I mean, that's kind of something they need to work out between themselves, don't you think?"
“She wanted to be public with me,” Quinn shrugged, “San just gets nervous at the thought...”
"Okay, but you're not Santana either," he pointed out, taking a sip of his tea. "Just because she wanted something with you doesn't necessarily mean she wants the exact same thing with Santana. I mean, they got a little girl to think of too. You didn't," he shrugged, "and I'm not referring to your little girl. That's a different scenario."
“I know, Jay.” Quinn said as her red curry came. “What about you? I miss you. What's been going on?”
He rubbed his face and shrugged, "What hasn't? Morgan was out on family leave to take care of her kids when they got sick and Greg had to go out of town for family so I've been working with pretty much any warm body they could find to partner me. Kind of stressful when you don't really know your partner and you have to go in a house on a domestic."
“Just be careful... I don’t think I could handle you getting hurt.” She said softly.
"Of course I'm careful," he reached across the table to squeeze her hand, smiling softly. "I wear that awful vest all the time and even popped for side plates because I want to be able to come home to you. I just don't like not having Morgan at my back. I trust her, you know?"
“Does this mean you’ll finally leave Queens and move in with me? Save you time coming home...” She said bashfully.
"You want me to?" he asked shyly. "I only have another month before my lease is up if you do..."
“I think that my place would very much enjoy having a officer of the law around, and I have several things that need fixing,” she teased as she took a bite of her food.
"I don't know how handy I am," he laughed before smiling lopsidedly, "but I know I'd love to come home to you after a long shift. Love to wake up to you more often too. Sure your place is big enough for the both of us though?"
“We could look for another place if you want... my building may have something.” She said as she watched him, “But I’d love to have you there with me everyday.”
"Quinn," he reached across the table for her hand, smiling softly, "I'd happily live in a tiny one room walkup if it meant I got to have you with me every day. We don't have to look for another place, just a storage unit for some of my furniture. Okay?"
“We can think about what we want, it’ll be your place too...” She smiled at the words, “I like saying that.”
He grinned at her. "I like hearing you say it. But I like your place. And we can always look for somewhere else if we decide it's too small, right?"
“Mmhm,” Quinn smiled, “So, any odd habits I should know before we live together?”
"Um," he thought about it, eating his food for a bit. "You mean any that my sisters or mom haven't already blabbed to you?" he teased. "I don't know. I work crazy hours and occasionally talk to myself after work... but then, I'd have you around to talk to, now wouldn't I?"
“Very true,” She smiled, “I like the thought of you climbing into bed when you're done on a late night.”
"I like the thought of knowing you'll be there to climb in with," he admitted with a shy grin. "And maybe sometimes you'll be the one coming home to me. Kind of like that idea too."
“I think this is a very good idea and you should come home with me tonight.” She smirked.
"I think that sounds like a great idea," he agreed with a smirk. "As does the fact that tomorrow is my scheduled rest day. How do you like the idea of my bringing you lunch if I can't talk you out of going in to work?"
She smiled, "Sounds perfect."
"So, it's settled?" He raised a brow, smiling lopsidedly. "At the end of the month, I give up my apartment and just... move in with you? Because if it is, I have to tell you that I'll probably be looking for a storage facility and begging my buddies to help me get my stuff packed up by the end of the week."
"Awesome," she smiled. "I'll start cleaning and putting stuff into Goodwill."
"Want any help with that?" he offered. "You know you're more than welcome to help with the accumulated detritus of my single life if you want," he teased.
"This could be fun," she smiled, "I like the idea of helping each other move."
He laughed. "Wait until you see the random assortment of things I've managed to collect over the years."
"Same." She smirked, "Mine are probably dirtier than yours unless you have a porn collection." she teased.
He smirked, raising a brow curiously, "Are you suggesting you do, Miss Fabray? Or am I hearing hints of naughty toys?"
"I'm a lady," she blushed, "I will not validate that in an answer."
"You're my lady," he reminded her with a teasing smirk, reaching over to squeeze her hand, "and why not? Could be fun, right?"
“I’m not talking about this,” Quinn said shyly, as she moved her curry around in her bowl with her spoon. “Not in public.”
"Oh," he murmured, turning back to his food with a blush darkening his cheeks. "Sorry, Quinn. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
“We can talk about it at home,” she said reaching out and holding his hand.
"I like the sound of that," he murmured, smiling shyly at her. "Hearing you call it home, that is."
“Not the talking about dirty things?” She whispered and bit her lip.
"Talking about dirty things can wait for home, don't you think?" He grinned at her, letting a finger trail over the inside of her wrist, "Plenty of time to explore those sorts of things in private..."
She nodded and continued to bite her lip, “Can we go home now?”
"Sure. Just let me pay and we can be on our way." Picking up the bill off the table, he smiled at her and headed over to the counter to pay.
She gathered her bag and followed him up to the front and slid his arm around her shoulders.
He smiled down at her as he accepted his change and led them back out to his bike. "Ready to go home, angel?" he asked, offering her helmet with a smile.
She nodded and put it on and slid on behind him. She snuggled into his back and wound her arms around his waist as he headed towards her building.
Pulling up, he headed back to the tenant parking and pulled into her spot before kicking the bike up on its stand and shutting it down. Smiling back at her, he pulled off his helmet and reached back to help her off before getting off himself. "Have to say," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her gently, "I'm rather intrigued to learn about your dirty side, angel."
“How do you know it’s not just a lie?” She teased as she headed inside, she kicked off her shoes and put down her bag. “Or maybe I have a drawer of toys for when you work long nights.”
"Well, if it is just a lie, maybe I should teach you not to tease your boyfriend," he teased, reaching out and pulling her against him. "And if it isn't," his voice lowered, "well, maybe you should show me?"
“Y-you... don’t think it’s gross?” She asked shyly, as she leaned against him.
"Why would I think it's gross?" he raised a brow, curiously. "I find you incredibly sexy, Quinn. I can't even imagine you doing something sexual that I could possibly find gross."
She shrugged, “Because it....” she almost said wrong but she just pulled him into her bedroom.
"Because it what, Quinn?" he asked softly, following her.
“Wrong...” She mumbled and sat down, not liking her insecurities being exposed.
"That's silly," he murmured, sitting down next to her with a soft smile. "There's nothing wrong with finding how you like to be pleasured by experimenting on yourself," he reached over and lifted her chin. "You don't think it's wrong that I touch myself sometimes when I can't be with you, do you? Or that I imagine you while I do," he admitted softly, with a blush.
“No... but you're a guy,” she said softly. “You're allowed.”
"Quinn, if there's anything growing up surrounded by women taught me, it's that men don't have any special permissions that women aren't allowed," he reassured her. "Men are no different from women except that we're not strong enough to bear a child. The Good Lord knows that I'd sooner die than try to experience even a fraction of that pain!" He grinned, trying to cheer her up.
“You are odd,” She said, resting her head on his shoulder. “I was told it was wrong growing up. Rachel was the one who tried to tell me it was okay when I was pregnant.”
He laughed, "Rachel did? No wonder she was your gateway into the wonderful world of lady love," he teased. "Does she have an ounce of modesty in her?"
“Not when it comes to sex,” She smirked, “Did you think about that when you were all alone, touching yourself?” she asked as she ran her hand over the length of him under his pants.
"Maybe," he whispered, watching her, "but you better be careful what you start, angel. I thought you were going to tell me about your dirty side?"
“My time spent fucking Rachel isn't dirty enough?” She asked innocently.
"Mmm," he murmured, stroking her chin with his thumb, "I prefer to think of you alone when you're not with me, actually. I imagine it's a beautiful sight," he whispered, feeling himself stirring as he thought of it. "You on your bed... naked... alone... your fingers working over your breasts and between your legs," his voice deepened, growing husky with want. "I like it. I can imagine you're preparing yourself to be with me that way. Makes it more," he licked his lips, a hand slipping down to grip his thigh, "enjoyable."
She whimpered at his words, “You’d like that wouldn’t you.” She husked, “Maybe I’ll have to let you walk in on that one day.”
"I think I'd enjoy that," he breathed, watching her closely. "I'd especially enjoy being able to come in, taking off my clothes and pulling a condom on before crawling on top of your naked body," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her gently.
“W-would I just be using my fingers?” She asked as she squeezed his hardening length.
He drew in a shaky breath, "W-well, that's all I've had to imagine up until you suggested otherwise. Why don't you tell me what you'd use?"
“I...” She licked her lips, “I.. have a... thing... it vibrates.” She said softly, “And like a thing for penetration.”
"So you have," he raised a brow with a little smirk, "two... things? Do they look... real?"
“Uh, the inside one...” She said with a blush rolling back to her nightstand and opening it and taking out a 6 inch yellow dildo and then a small device. “This just goes on my clit and vibrates.”
"Amazing," he whispered, looking them over with a tiny smirk. "Think you could show me how they work some time?" He licked his lips, "So I can imagine it better after all..."
She nodded nervously, “Y-yeah I could.” She said, “Not tonight right?”
He shook his head, reaching over to stroke her cheek. "Not tonight," he husked, leaning in to kiss her.
She pushed the toys off the bed and kissed him back, her hand sliding back onto his thigh and stroking him once more.
"Quinn," he breathed, a hand dropping to cover hers over his hardening member, "don't unless you're prepared for what will follow."
“Why wouldn’t I be prepared?” She asked curiously.
He smiled slowly, "I just like to be sure." He pushed her back gently, hovering over her for a moment before leaning in to kiss her, "Shall I undress you, angel?"
“Please,” She whispered against his lips.
He kissed her slowly as he let his hands trail down to carefully undo the buttons of her shirt one by one before tugging it from the waistband of her skirt. "I love you," he whispered as those same fingers found the clasp of the skirt and fumbled it open, sliding inside the waistband to push it down over her hips.
She lifted her lips and smiled, “I love you too.”
Pushing the skirt down off her legs, he reached back up to help her sit up so he could slide her shirt off, leaving her in just her undergarments. "So beautiful," he breathed, his eyes roaming over her pale skin. Kneeling beside her, he kissed her, tongue brushing over her lower lip and begging entrance as he reached behind her to unsnap her bra and slide it off.
She kissed him deeply, a soft whimper coming out when he slid her bra down her arms and threw onto the floor. She wrapped a leg around his hips and pulled him closer.
He pressed himself against her almost bare body, the cotton of his shirt rough against her sensitive nipples as they kissed. His hands slid down her sides, callouses lightly scraping soft skin as he reached her panties and hooked his fingers into the waistband, beginning the slow push to remove the last barrier from her body.
“Jay,” She breathed, tugging at his shirt. “Off.”
He chuckled softly, crawling off the bed as he tugged her panties down and off her body. When he finally got them off, he dropped them to the floor and stood at the side of the bed watching her with a smile as he worked to undo his shirt and pull it off. The bulge of his arousal was noticeably tenting his slacks as he worked his belt free. "Condom?" he asked, knowing he had one in his wallet, but wanting to know if she had any too.
“Drawer,” She pointed to the nightstand and took over where his hands were undoing the belt. She leaned forward and kissed his stomach and worked his slacks down to the floor.
"God, woman," he gasped, reaching for the nightstand and fumbling for the strip of condoms inside, "what you do to me..."
She smiled and carefully slid him out of his boxers and licked his length, “What do I do to you?”
"God," he moaned, his stomach muscles jumping as he fought to control his reaction. "You're going to make me come if you keep that up," he muttered, ripping a condom off the strip but dropping it on the bed between them, "dammit..."
She just chuckled and took him into her mouth and sucked slightly as she watched his face.
"Fuck," he hissed, one hand going to her bedpost to keep himself upright. "Quinn," he whined, "I want to make love to you... this isn't h-helping, angel..."
She let his damp member slide out of her mouth and she slid back on the bed and raised her eyebrow. “Okay.”
"Devil," he grumbled, picking up the condom and tearing it open before fumbling it onto his member. "You're lucky I love you sometimes," he teased, crawling over her to kiss her. "Guide me in?" he whispered, taking one of her hands and tugging it between them to press it against his thick dick.
She nodded and slid her thumb over the tip then slid it through her wet folds. She teased her clit first while she watched his face.
His eyes were half open as he struggled to keep control, his lips slightly parted as he panted. "Quinn," he whispered, reaching between them to stroke her clit with his fingers to try and encourage her to move on, "please... angel, please let me be inside you."
She nodded and slid him down and nudge his head inside with a whimper. “B-babe...” she moaned as her hips started to rock.
He groaned as he finally felt himself sinking into her tight channel. "God, Quinn," he mumbled as he slid inside until they were hip to hip, the tip of his head just barely brushing the bottom of her channel, "you feel amazing."
She whimpered, her hips rocking. “You feel so...” She started but was cut off by a moan. “I love you.”
He kept himself mostly propped up on one arm so he wasn't crushing her with the weight of his body as he began to move, sliding in and out of her, but he lowered himself until their chests were pressing against each other as he moved to kiss and nip along her neck and shoulder. His free hand moved between them, stroking over her clit in an almost erratic counterpart to his thrusts.
"C-close," he groaned against her skin as the sensations of being gripped in her wet warmth began to overwhelm his control.
She nodded and reached over to her nipple and tugged as she arched up into him.
He panted, his face buried in the crook of her neck as he moved with increasing urgency, feeling the pressure of his impending orgasm building. "Oh god," he panted, trying to maintain enough coherence to pinch and tug gently on her clit as he thrust faster and increasingly more erratically.
Quinn rocked with him, urging him deeper and harder. She gasped out a moan as her back arched and she started shivering. She was close, her hand twisted and tugged on her nipple as she got closer to her climax.
He fumbled, trying to help her by lowering himself and arching his back to let him keep the pace and depth as his lips found her neglected breast in a hard kiss. He was too close to the edge for the typical gentleness, but there was still an edge of restraint that kept him from being too rough as he sucked and tugged at the stiff peak.
“Harder,” She groaned, needed that last bit to get her over the edge.
He let out a sound around her nipple that was half groan and half whimper as he clung to control by the skin of his teeth. Nipping at her, he caught the tip of rosy flesh between his teeth and tugged, lashing it with his tongue as he started falling over the edge with erratic thrusts that sank all the way to the bottom of her core. He could feel his release ready to burst out of him and pinched her clit roughly as he bit at her with just barely controlled roughness as he tried to push her over the edge with him.
She gasped, a muffled scream into his shoulder signaled her release. Her body quaked as she tumbled over the edge of pleasure. Feeling her clench around him, he let go with a grunt, releasing his seed into the condom as her breast fell from his mouth so he could all but collapsed on top of her, barely rolling slightly to the side to avoid his full weight on her.
"Oh God," he panted with a lazy smile as his free hand reached up to gently cup one of her breasts, "please say that can be a regular part of living together. I do believe I would like that very much if it could."
“Please,” She groaned as she snuggled into him. “Some day you’ll have to suprise me with this... or I’ll wake you up with sex.”
"I have to surprise you with sex now?" he laughed tiredly, rolling over so Quinn was on top of him. "What am I supposed to do? Be waiting on the bed like your police officer Adonis all naked and oiled and stroking myself hard while waiting for you?" he teased.
Quinn thought about it for a minute then smirked, “Yes.”
"Demanding wench," he growled with a smirk, pulling her down into a kiss. "What next? Role play with my uniform? Or coming to bed in just my duty belt and cap?"
“Handcuffs,” she said softly as she kissed him.
"Oh don't tease," he laughed. "Who'd be the one being arrested here, Miss Fabray? You or me?"
“You,” she said, “I like being in control.”
"Oh," he smirked, running his hands over her sides and back, "I think I can definitely get behind that plan. Might need to buy a second set of cuffs though. Zip-ties chafe and if we're going to play that game, might as well look authentic don't you think?"
She smirked, “I want the real ones,” she said, “I want to do anything I want to you.”
"I think I could live with that," he smirked up at her, squeezing her hips. "Better be on a night before a day off though, cause I don't think I could go to work after that."
She smirked as she nipped at his lips, “Okay,” She smiled as she held him close.
Chapter Thirty
Author: Sio and Maura
Artist: raingoddess2040
Type: AU Post On My Way, future femslash with a het side pairing
Word Count: 195,092
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Characters/Pairings: Rachel/Santana, Quinn/OMC, past Quinn/Rachel, Santana/Brittany, near miss Quinn/Santana, Quinn/Rachel
Warnings (highlight to read): Explicit sexual content in later chapters, talk of presumed non-con (no actual), minor off-screen violence, strong language, external/general homophobia, child (not kink), parenting (not kink)
Summary: Six years ago, Santana Lopez disappeared following graduation. The costs for therapy and rehab to get out of her chair, made Quinn Fabray realize she couldn't have Yale, so she went with her second acceptance - NYU. Rachel Berry missed out on NYADA but made it into Tisch, only to find herself as roommates with Quinn after tearing herself away from Finn to go to New York. Eventually a gin soaked night led to a tormented relationship that eventually was surrendered to save their fading friendship. When Rachel finally managed to land a Broadway lead under Quinn's management, they were shocked by who showed up for the latest opening as Rachel's assistant.
What neither of them had ever expected was that she'd have a child with her. One she'd ran away to New York to be able to have without the shame Quinn had gone through.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
The sun was still up when Rachel logged into her computer and clicked open her Skype connection. Scrolling through her contacts, she quickly found Santana's name and grinned as she clicked on it to start the call and set her webcam up. Today's shoot had gone very well and she was in a great mood that could only be made better by being able to see her favorite people before she had to go out on a "date" with Ray that evening.
Santana was sitting at the coffee table writing on her computer her new story she had been working on. She smiled when she heard the Skype chime. "Hi, you," she said as Rachel's face filled her screen.
"Hi," Rachel waved, smiling at the camera. "Is Brooklyn still at her playdate? I thought I might get a chance to say goodnight before I have to leave to go out with Ray tonight."
"She's reading in her bedroom," Santana said. "Do you know why you have that date yet?"
"Do I know why?" She raised a brow, "Santana, Ray and I go out about once a week to be seen. You know that. Why?" She looked worried, "Did something happen? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah... There were photos taken... At the beach." She swallowed, "of us."
"That's really not a funny joke, Santana," Rachel tried smiling but it was hard. After a moment, her face fell. "You're not joking. Oh God... was Brooklyn in them?" she asked worriedly, her first concern being the safety of the little girl.
"No, thank god..." Santana said softly, but they have one from when you kissed me." She looked down. "The studio is pissed."
"Because I kissed you?" She looked irritated. "They can go jump off a pier. That's my private life and they don't get to tell me who to love. It's bad enough they insist on controlling my public private life. What's the worst they can do? Fire me? I'll be sure to go to the press and the ACLU as soon as I receive my walking papers. This is California and they do not have the right to fire me over my sexual orientation, and believe me, I will insure that is all they will be able to fire me for."
“You're in the middle of a movie. You will break your contract if you do anything more than just finish the film.” Santana sighed, “They’re not going to fire you... though they wanted too.”
"What?" Rachel's eyes narrowed, "Why not?"
“Because I told Quinn to let me go instead.” She said softly, not looking at Rachel.
"You... what?" She sounded scared and a little lost, "But... Santana, we work together. It's why we can see each other so often..."
“You are almost done filming. We can figure it out until you're done.” She said softly, “I’m still here for you, I still... You’re still my heart okay?”
"And you're mine," Rachel's face crumpled slightly. "I'm going to miss you all the time now! This isn't fair, Santana!"
“We still have this. We still have reading to Brooklyn at night and I’ll still handle your online stuff...” She sniffled, “I’m just... someone needed to take the fall.”
"Why did it have to be you?" she mumbled, wiping a finger under her eyes. "You shouldn't have to take the fall all the time, Santana. Quinn'll make me get another assistant now, and I don't want to work with anyone but you... and what are you going to do now?" she looked worried.
“I had to take the fall because I was the easy blame. It was my idea, Rachel...” She said softly, “I can’t be the reason you don’t get to follow your dream. Just finish the movie, okay? I’ll find another job.”
"I don't like this," Rachel shook her head. "What this studio is forcing us to do is wrong. I don't ever want to work for them again after this."
“Once the movie is done you don’t have too,” Santana said. “Just come home to me.”
"I want to come home," she whispered, smiling sadly at the camera. "I wanted to come home with you when you left on Sunday. I hate being here without the two of you."
“Same,” Santana replied, “Would talking to the kid make you smile?”
"Just... talk to me for a little before she comes on so I can compose myself?" Rachel asked hopefully, "I don't like her seeing me upset. What have you two been doing since you got back? Anything interesting?"
“Were getting ready for her camping trip thing,” She rolled her eyes, “Had lunch with Q today, both of us...Working on some writing.”
"Camping," Rachel rolled her eyes, "I'm glad I'm not there for it. How's Quinn? And writing? Like what Brooklyn told me about a few months ago? She said you make her books."
“Yeah not really loving the camping thing, but Brooke is excited.” She shrugged, “Q’s good, she was good with Brooklyn so thats pretty good.” She smiled and took a sip of her tea, “Yeah, I used to draw and write her first couple books.”
"Really," Rachel smirked, teasing Santana with her smile. "You should show me some time. I'd love to see them."
“Maybe, but i’m kinda nervous about them.” She said bashfully, “I like drawing and writing though, I’ve always done it.”
"Well, you know how I feel about artistic aspirations," she teased, wiggling her brows. "Though I admit music is a far greater turn on, but then... I already know what an amazing voice you have."
“Not anymore,” She shrugged, “But Brooklyn seems to like my stuff and I hope to keep the books in case I ever have more kids.”
"Nonsense, Santana. Your voice doesn't go away just because you have a child," Rachel scolded gently. "I'm sure with a little practice you would still sound amazing considering how little you seemed to practice in Glee. Do you," she looked shy, "do you want more kids? Some day, I mean."
“Yeah... as scary as being pregnant was... I loved it. The three am feedings... holding her bare on my skin.” She smiled softly in memory. “Plus, Brooklyn wants to be a big sister.”
"Well, um... maybe in a few years, maybe," she blushed, stammering as she tried to push the words out past her shy smile, "maybe it won't be so scary because I could maybe... help?"
Santana blushed, “Okay.”
"I don't know the first thing about pregnancy or being a parent or any of that, but," she smiled shyly, peering up at the camera, "I like to imagine being with you that long. And... maybe I like the idea of being a family with you and Brooklyn and isn't having a child together part of that? Not now of course, but... someday. I think I'd like that."
“I had Brooke in my teens... don't be that scared,” she smiled, “but that sounds nice.”
"Good," Rachel smiled lopsidedly. "It'll give me a goal to look forward to while I'm trapped here in the land of sun pretending to be my gay co-star's loving girlfriend." She rolled her eyes, "So where's our girl?" She grinned. "I need to say goodnight and get my Brooklyn fix before I go!"
She smiled and leaned back, "Brooke!" She hollered before the soft thuds of footsteps ran over and the tiny girl plopped on Santana's lap.
"Hi, Rachie!" She smiled, "I miss you!"
"I miss you too, sweetie," Rachel smiled at her. "Have you been being good for your mom?"
"Yes," She smiled as Santana wrapped her arms around the little girl's body. "We went shopping for a sleeping bag today! Mine has Spider-man on it!"
"Spider-man, huh?" Rachel laughed softly, "That sounds really cool, Brooklyn. I'm sure you're going to be the warmest person at the camp. Are you looking forward to it?"
"Yes, mommy keeps grumbling about peeing in the woods!" She giggled, "I keep telling her we are not in tents we have a little house."
"Still out in the damn woods," She mumbled, her chin resting on Brooklyn's shoulder.
"Your mommy's right. The woods are not comfy like a hotel," Rachel chuckled, smirking at Santana. "Make sure to give your mom lots of extra cuddles for me while you're out there. I'm going to miss talking to you two so much while you're in the woods!"
"You can call mommy's phone right?" Brooklyn asked worriedly, "Right?"
"I'll try, but we don't know if your mom's phone can get any signal out there yet," Rachel explained. "If I can't, you'll tell me all about your adventures when you get back, right?"
"Okay," She pouted, "I get to ride a pony and go swimming in the lake." She said excitedly.
"Oh that sounds like fun! I wish I could see it," she smiled at her. "Maybe your mom will take pictures or video?" she looked at Santana curiously.
"Of course I will." Santana smiled, "I'll send them to you as soon as we get home."
Rachel shook her head, "No, save them until we're together again. I'd like that a lot more. It's just not as much fun to look at pictures and things like that alone," she smiled lopsidedly with a little shrug.
"When are you coming back to New York?" Brooklyn asked, "I want to be here with you."
"Hopefully not too much longer. You and your mom are still going to come out with Quinn and Jay for Christmas break, right?"
"I think so," Brooklyn looked up in question and smiled when Santana nodded. "Yes, but how will Santa find me if i'm not at my house?"
"Santa always knows, sweetie. He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake," she sang with a smile. "He keeps an eye on all the boys and girls. That's how he found you last year at my home, remember?"
"Oh yeah." She smiled, "I just want to see you for Christmas.' She said and blew kisses to Rachel. "I'm gonna go play, I talk to you tomorrow?"
"Okay, but don't forget it's bedtime soon," Rachel reminded her gently. "Don't give your mom a hard time about going to sleep or I'll be sad."
Brooklyn pouted and nodded, "Love you, Rachie! Sleep good!" She smiled and waved at the screen.
"Love you too, sweetie," she blew her a kiss. "Sleep well tonight."
Brooklyn blew a kiss and ran back into her room. "That child..." Santana smiled as she looked at Rachel's face.
"Is adorable and I wouldn't change a thing about her," Rachel finished, smiling at Santana. "I wish I was there with the two of you."
"That would be nice," she said softly. "You know how much better I sleep when you're here."
"Me too. But we're working hard and hopefully it won't be too much longer. I'm looking forward to spending the holidays with you out here though and before you suggest it, I don't care what the studio thinks. They don't get to dictate who my family is or who I can spend the holidays with."
"Of course. We wouldn't want to go anywhere else. Though, i kind of wish you could just come back to New York for the holidays," Santana said softly.
"I'm doing my best to come home as soon as I can, Santana," Rachel murmured softly with a sad smile.
"I know." She looked down and picked up a notebook with a picture of a flower she had drawn. "Flowers for you."
Rachel smiled softly at the picture, reaching out as if she could touch it before remembering at the last moment and letting her hand fall. "It's beautiful, Santana. Thank you."
"I'll mail it to you." Santana smiled, "Along with the other things I draw when I can't sleep."
"I'll keep them in a scrapbook by my bed to look at when I can't sleep," Rachel smiled lopsidedly. "I love you," she whispered after a moment, looking off to the side when the sound of a knock filtered through the microphone. When she turned back, she was smiling sadly. "Ray's here. I guess I have to go..."
"Have fun okay?" Santana whispered, "Te amo." She said nervously, not having said I love you before.
Rachel smiled shyly, but didn't press Santana on what she'd said to avoid scaring her off, "I wish I was going out with you. Maybe someday after I come home we can go on something more like a real date?"
"Please." Santana smiled, "Go have fun with Ray, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"I send you a text when I get home," she blew Santana a kiss. "Love you, Santana. Sleep well."
"Night." She smiled before closing her computer and going and sliding onto Brooklyn's bed behind her. "Tell me a story, baby girl."
"What kinda story, Mommy?" Brooklyn asked, snuggling back into the comfort of her mom's embrace.
"Anything you want." She said closing her eyes and resting her head against her daughter's body.
"Can I tell a story about kittens?" she asked. "I like kittens. Do you think we could get a kitten when Rachie comes home?"
"Maybe," she murmured, "You gotta prove that you're a big girl and can take care it it."
"I can be big!" She clapped excitedly, "Okay! Story time! Once upon a time there was an itty bitty kitty. She was just a baby kitty but her mommy was a big kitty and very brave."
"Really now?" Santana smiled softly, "Did the kitten frolic and play? or did she like to sleep?"
Brooklyn giggled, "She liked to play but her mommy kitty liked to sleep lots."
"Maybe her mommy kitty was tired from working and running after her baby." She teased.
"Maybe," she giggled, squirming a bit. "All the other baby kitties at school said the itty bitty kitty needed a dog, but she didn't want a dog." She looked up at her mom with a smile, "She wanted another kitty mommy to make her mommy laugh and smile."
Santana's eyes opened and tried to follow, "Okay..." She said softly, "That sounds good."
Brooklyn nodded, "Uh-huh. The itty bitty kitty didn't need a daddy dog. She wanted two kitty mommies to cuddle with. Then one day her mommy kitty met a pretty brown and white kitty."
"Did she now?" Santana asked softly, "You like the idea of two mommy kitties? No doggie?"
"Uh-huh," she nodded, "two mommy kitties is the best. The pretty brown and white kitty had a yellow kitty friend, but the yellow kitty liked doggies and the itty bitty kitty made her nervous. The pretty brown and white kitty loved the itty bitty kitty though and played with her lots."
"That's what mommy kitties do, beautiful." She smiled and nuzzled her neck.
"The pretty brown and white kitty would be a good mommy, I think," Brooklyn nodded, snuggling with her mom and giggling as Santana's breath tickled her. "But she had to go away and the itty bitty kitty and her mommy kitty were sads. They could talks to her on the magic box, but they was still sads without her."
"I'm pretty sure this story ends with the other kitty coming back to the mommy and baby." Santana smiled, "Then the mommy kitty and her kitten will be happy."
"Uh-huh," she nodded, curling into her mom, "and then they all lives together happily ever after and have more baby kitties!"
"You are one crazy, kitten." She whispered, kissing her daughter's face.
"I'm itty bitty and you loves me," Brooklyn grinned up at her, wrinkling her nose. "We lives with Rachie when she comes home, right?"
"We'll see," She whispered, "We need to ask her when she comes home." She said as she kissed her nose.
"Hope she says yes," she yawned. "Everybody happiest when Rachie's with us."
"This is true little one." She whispered as she kissed her daughters eyelids. "You are my favourite thing, Brooklyn. You know how much Mommy loves you right?"
"Uh-huh," she nodded, closing her eyes and snuggling into Santana's chest, "I loves you most too. And we loves Rachie."
"That we do, Brooklyn." She said as she cuddled with her. "Baby? Can Mommy sleep with you for awhile?"
"Please?" Brooklyn yawned, squirming around until she could hug her mom and close her eyes. "I like when you sleeps with me, Mommy."
"I like it too." She said as she held the little girl to her chest and drifted off to sleep.
Quinn was leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed and her fingers tangled in her hair when Jay got to her office door. He smiled softly, watching her for a moment before knocking gently on the door frame and holding out the small bundle of lilies he'd brought for her.
"Hi there, angel," he murmured, coming in to lean down and kiss her. "I've missed you this past week."
She smiled and sat up. "Hey, you," she said softly. "I didn't know you were stopping by or I would have looked better today."
"I know, but I think you look beautiful anyway," he smiled lopsidedly down at her, offering the flowers. "I just got off work a bit ago and saw these as I was heading home and thought of you. Want to get some lunch or would dinner be more appropriate at this hour?"
"Dinner," she said, "I would love to have dinner with you." She moved to tuck herself in his arms and sigh. "This week has been hell."
He held her close and took a deep breath of the warm scent of her, his nose lightly nuzzling the top of her head. "Well, it hasn't been hell for me, but it's certainly been long. I'd love to listen if you want to talk though." He pulled back to smile down at her, "Are you done for the day? Think you'd like to come home with me after dinner?"
"Please," she said, "I'm more than over today." She sighed.
"Come on," he murmured, grabbing her jacket and helping her into it. "Let's go so I can get some food into you and you can tell me what's on your mind, okay?"
She nodded and followed him out. Once they got to a small Thai place and sighed, "Rachel is pissed at me."
"Now what?" He smiled at her easily, helping her into a seat before taking his own. "I got the feeling that was kind of part of the dynamic you to have. Half the time you seem like you want to slap each other and then half of the rest of the time I'm half afraid you're cheating on me," he grinned to let her know he was just joking, "while the rest you actually seem friends. So what's going on with the mighty midget?"
"While at the beach with the kid and San, someone got and sold photo of them. The studios pissed and San had to quit." She sighed, "so because I pushed I'm the bad guy."
"You pushed?" He cocked a brow at her, confused. "You pushed what? I'd think she'd be more pissed at the studio and isn't that kind of thing illegal out there? You know, sexual orientation discrimination."
"It's part of her contact that she signed." Quinn sighed, "They don't blatantly discriminate. They just make life hell and make her crazy until the film is over."
"Well, don't work with them again," he shrugged. "Santana and her seemed pretty tight when I saw them last. Doubt this will faze them in the long run." He smiled at the waiter when he came over and ordered.
“Maybe not,” she sighed, “But, this whole thing was my fault... and I’m not sure Santana even wants to be out in public with Rachel.”
"Does Rachel want to be out in public?" He asked, squeezing the lemon that came with his tea into it and gesturing to her with the rind before dropping it in the glass. "I mean, that's kind of something they need to work out between themselves, don't you think?"
“She wanted to be public with me,” Quinn shrugged, “San just gets nervous at the thought...”
"Okay, but you're not Santana either," he pointed out, taking a sip of his tea. "Just because she wanted something with you doesn't necessarily mean she wants the exact same thing with Santana. I mean, they got a little girl to think of too. You didn't," he shrugged, "and I'm not referring to your little girl. That's a different scenario."
“I know, Jay.” Quinn said as her red curry came. “What about you? I miss you. What's been going on?”
He rubbed his face and shrugged, "What hasn't? Morgan was out on family leave to take care of her kids when they got sick and Greg had to go out of town for family so I've been working with pretty much any warm body they could find to partner me. Kind of stressful when you don't really know your partner and you have to go in a house on a domestic."
“Just be careful... I don’t think I could handle you getting hurt.” She said softly.
"Of course I'm careful," he reached across the table to squeeze her hand, smiling softly. "I wear that awful vest all the time and even popped for side plates because I want to be able to come home to you. I just don't like not having Morgan at my back. I trust her, you know?"
“Does this mean you’ll finally leave Queens and move in with me? Save you time coming home...” She said bashfully.
"You want me to?" he asked shyly. "I only have another month before my lease is up if you do..."
“I think that my place would very much enjoy having a officer of the law around, and I have several things that need fixing,” she teased as she took a bite of her food.
"I don't know how handy I am," he laughed before smiling lopsidedly, "but I know I'd love to come home to you after a long shift. Love to wake up to you more often too. Sure your place is big enough for the both of us though?"
“We could look for another place if you want... my building may have something.” She said as she watched him, “But I’d love to have you there with me everyday.”
"Quinn," he reached across the table for her hand, smiling softly, "I'd happily live in a tiny one room walkup if it meant I got to have you with me every day. We don't have to look for another place, just a storage unit for some of my furniture. Okay?"
“We can think about what we want, it’ll be your place too...” She smiled at the words, “I like saying that.”
He grinned at her. "I like hearing you say it. But I like your place. And we can always look for somewhere else if we decide it's too small, right?"
“Mmhm,” Quinn smiled, “So, any odd habits I should know before we live together?”
"Um," he thought about it, eating his food for a bit. "You mean any that my sisters or mom haven't already blabbed to you?" he teased. "I don't know. I work crazy hours and occasionally talk to myself after work... but then, I'd have you around to talk to, now wouldn't I?"
“Very true,” She smiled, “I like the thought of you climbing into bed when you're done on a late night.”
"I like the thought of knowing you'll be there to climb in with," he admitted with a shy grin. "And maybe sometimes you'll be the one coming home to me. Kind of like that idea too."
“I think this is a very good idea and you should come home with me tonight.” She smirked.
"I think that sounds like a great idea," he agreed with a smirk. "As does the fact that tomorrow is my scheduled rest day. How do you like the idea of my bringing you lunch if I can't talk you out of going in to work?"
She smiled, "Sounds perfect."
"So, it's settled?" He raised a brow, smiling lopsidedly. "At the end of the month, I give up my apartment and just... move in with you? Because if it is, I have to tell you that I'll probably be looking for a storage facility and begging my buddies to help me get my stuff packed up by the end of the week."
"Awesome," she smiled. "I'll start cleaning and putting stuff into Goodwill."
"Want any help with that?" he offered. "You know you're more than welcome to help with the accumulated detritus of my single life if you want," he teased.
"This could be fun," she smiled, "I like the idea of helping each other move."
He laughed. "Wait until you see the random assortment of things I've managed to collect over the years."
"Same." She smirked, "Mine are probably dirtier than yours unless you have a porn collection." she teased.
He smirked, raising a brow curiously, "Are you suggesting you do, Miss Fabray? Or am I hearing hints of naughty toys?"
"I'm a lady," she blushed, "I will not validate that in an answer."
"You're my lady," he reminded her with a teasing smirk, reaching over to squeeze her hand, "and why not? Could be fun, right?"
“I’m not talking about this,” Quinn said shyly, as she moved her curry around in her bowl with her spoon. “Not in public.”
"Oh," he murmured, turning back to his food with a blush darkening his cheeks. "Sorry, Quinn. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
“We can talk about it at home,” she said reaching out and holding his hand.
"I like the sound of that," he murmured, smiling shyly at her. "Hearing you call it home, that is."
“Not the talking about dirty things?” She whispered and bit her lip.
"Talking about dirty things can wait for home, don't you think?" He grinned at her, letting a finger trail over the inside of her wrist, "Plenty of time to explore those sorts of things in private..."
She nodded and continued to bite her lip, “Can we go home now?”
"Sure. Just let me pay and we can be on our way." Picking up the bill off the table, he smiled at her and headed over to the counter to pay.
She gathered her bag and followed him up to the front and slid his arm around her shoulders.
He smiled down at her as he accepted his change and led them back out to his bike. "Ready to go home, angel?" he asked, offering her helmet with a smile.
She nodded and put it on and slid on behind him. She snuggled into his back and wound her arms around his waist as he headed towards her building.
Pulling up, he headed back to the tenant parking and pulled into her spot before kicking the bike up on its stand and shutting it down. Smiling back at her, he pulled off his helmet and reached back to help her off before getting off himself. "Have to say," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her gently, "I'm rather intrigued to learn about your dirty side, angel."
“How do you know it’s not just a lie?” She teased as she headed inside, she kicked off her shoes and put down her bag. “Or maybe I have a drawer of toys for when you work long nights.”
"Well, if it is just a lie, maybe I should teach you not to tease your boyfriend," he teased, reaching out and pulling her against him. "And if it isn't," his voice lowered, "well, maybe you should show me?"
“Y-you... don’t think it’s gross?” She asked shyly, as she leaned against him.
"Why would I think it's gross?" he raised a brow, curiously. "I find you incredibly sexy, Quinn. I can't even imagine you doing something sexual that I could possibly find gross."
She shrugged, “Because it....” she almost said wrong but she just pulled him into her bedroom.
"Because it what, Quinn?" he asked softly, following her.
“Wrong...” She mumbled and sat down, not liking her insecurities being exposed.
"That's silly," he murmured, sitting down next to her with a soft smile. "There's nothing wrong with finding how you like to be pleasured by experimenting on yourself," he reached over and lifted her chin. "You don't think it's wrong that I touch myself sometimes when I can't be with you, do you? Or that I imagine you while I do," he admitted softly, with a blush.
“No... but you're a guy,” she said softly. “You're allowed.”
"Quinn, if there's anything growing up surrounded by women taught me, it's that men don't have any special permissions that women aren't allowed," he reassured her. "Men are no different from women except that we're not strong enough to bear a child. The Good Lord knows that I'd sooner die than try to experience even a fraction of that pain!" He grinned, trying to cheer her up.
“You are odd,” She said, resting her head on his shoulder. “I was told it was wrong growing up. Rachel was the one who tried to tell me it was okay when I was pregnant.”
He laughed, "Rachel did? No wonder she was your gateway into the wonderful world of lady love," he teased. "Does she have an ounce of modesty in her?"
“Not when it comes to sex,” She smirked, “Did you think about that when you were all alone, touching yourself?” she asked as she ran her hand over the length of him under his pants.
"Maybe," he whispered, watching her, "but you better be careful what you start, angel. I thought you were going to tell me about your dirty side?"
“My time spent fucking Rachel isn't dirty enough?” She asked innocently.
"Mmm," he murmured, stroking her chin with his thumb, "I prefer to think of you alone when you're not with me, actually. I imagine it's a beautiful sight," he whispered, feeling himself stirring as he thought of it. "You on your bed... naked... alone... your fingers working over your breasts and between your legs," his voice deepened, growing husky with want. "I like it. I can imagine you're preparing yourself to be with me that way. Makes it more," he licked his lips, a hand slipping down to grip his thigh, "enjoyable."
She whimpered at his words, “You’d like that wouldn’t you.” She husked, “Maybe I’ll have to let you walk in on that one day.”
"I think I'd enjoy that," he breathed, watching her closely. "I'd especially enjoy being able to come in, taking off my clothes and pulling a condom on before crawling on top of your naked body," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her gently.
“W-would I just be using my fingers?” She asked as she squeezed his hardening length.
He drew in a shaky breath, "W-well, that's all I've had to imagine up until you suggested otherwise. Why don't you tell me what you'd use?"
“I...” She licked her lips, “I.. have a... thing... it vibrates.” She said softly, “And like a thing for penetration.”
"So you have," he raised a brow with a little smirk, "two... things? Do they look... real?"
“Uh, the inside one...” She said with a blush rolling back to her nightstand and opening it and taking out a 6 inch yellow dildo and then a small device. “This just goes on my clit and vibrates.”
"Amazing," he whispered, looking them over with a tiny smirk. "Think you could show me how they work some time?" He licked his lips, "So I can imagine it better after all..."
She nodded nervously, “Y-yeah I could.” She said, “Not tonight right?”
He shook his head, reaching over to stroke her cheek. "Not tonight," he husked, leaning in to kiss her.
She pushed the toys off the bed and kissed him back, her hand sliding back onto his thigh and stroking him once more.
"Quinn," he breathed, a hand dropping to cover hers over his hardening member, "don't unless you're prepared for what will follow."
“Why wouldn’t I be prepared?” She asked curiously.
He smiled slowly, "I just like to be sure." He pushed her back gently, hovering over her for a moment before leaning in to kiss her, "Shall I undress you, angel?"
“Please,” She whispered against his lips.
He kissed her slowly as he let his hands trail down to carefully undo the buttons of her shirt one by one before tugging it from the waistband of her skirt. "I love you," he whispered as those same fingers found the clasp of the skirt and fumbled it open, sliding inside the waistband to push it down over her hips.
She lifted her lips and smiled, “I love you too.”
Pushing the skirt down off her legs, he reached back up to help her sit up so he could slide her shirt off, leaving her in just her undergarments. "So beautiful," he breathed, his eyes roaming over her pale skin. Kneeling beside her, he kissed her, tongue brushing over her lower lip and begging entrance as he reached behind her to unsnap her bra and slide it off.
She kissed him deeply, a soft whimper coming out when he slid her bra down her arms and threw onto the floor. She wrapped a leg around his hips and pulled him closer.
He pressed himself against her almost bare body, the cotton of his shirt rough against her sensitive nipples as they kissed. His hands slid down her sides, callouses lightly scraping soft skin as he reached her panties and hooked his fingers into the waistband, beginning the slow push to remove the last barrier from her body.
“Jay,” She breathed, tugging at his shirt. “Off.”
He chuckled softly, crawling off the bed as he tugged her panties down and off her body. When he finally got them off, he dropped them to the floor and stood at the side of the bed watching her with a smile as he worked to undo his shirt and pull it off. The bulge of his arousal was noticeably tenting his slacks as he worked his belt free. "Condom?" he asked, knowing he had one in his wallet, but wanting to know if she had any too.
“Drawer,” She pointed to the nightstand and took over where his hands were undoing the belt. She leaned forward and kissed his stomach and worked his slacks down to the floor.
"God, woman," he gasped, reaching for the nightstand and fumbling for the strip of condoms inside, "what you do to me..."
She smiled and carefully slid him out of his boxers and licked his length, “What do I do to you?”
"God," he moaned, his stomach muscles jumping as he fought to control his reaction. "You're going to make me come if you keep that up," he muttered, ripping a condom off the strip but dropping it on the bed between them, "dammit..."
She just chuckled and took him into her mouth and sucked slightly as she watched his face.
"Fuck," he hissed, one hand going to her bedpost to keep himself upright. "Quinn," he whined, "I want to make love to you... this isn't h-helping, angel..."
She let his damp member slide out of her mouth and she slid back on the bed and raised her eyebrow. “Okay.”
"Devil," he grumbled, picking up the condom and tearing it open before fumbling it onto his member. "You're lucky I love you sometimes," he teased, crawling over her to kiss her. "Guide me in?" he whispered, taking one of her hands and tugging it between them to press it against his thick dick.
She nodded and slid her thumb over the tip then slid it through her wet folds. She teased her clit first while she watched his face.
His eyes were half open as he struggled to keep control, his lips slightly parted as he panted. "Quinn," he whispered, reaching between them to stroke her clit with his fingers to try and encourage her to move on, "please... angel, please let me be inside you."
She nodded and slid him down and nudge his head inside with a whimper. “B-babe...” she moaned as her hips started to rock.
He groaned as he finally felt himself sinking into her tight channel. "God, Quinn," he mumbled as he slid inside until they were hip to hip, the tip of his head just barely brushing the bottom of her channel, "you feel amazing."
She whimpered, her hips rocking. “You feel so...” She started but was cut off by a moan. “I love you.”
He kept himself mostly propped up on one arm so he wasn't crushing her with the weight of his body as he began to move, sliding in and out of her, but he lowered himself until their chests were pressing against each other as he moved to kiss and nip along her neck and shoulder. His free hand moved between them, stroking over her clit in an almost erratic counterpart to his thrusts.
"C-close," he groaned against her skin as the sensations of being gripped in her wet warmth began to overwhelm his control.
She nodded and reached over to her nipple and tugged as she arched up into him.
He panted, his face buried in the crook of her neck as he moved with increasing urgency, feeling the pressure of his impending orgasm building. "Oh god," he panted, trying to maintain enough coherence to pinch and tug gently on her clit as he thrust faster and increasingly more erratically.
Quinn rocked with him, urging him deeper and harder. She gasped out a moan as her back arched and she started shivering. She was close, her hand twisted and tugged on her nipple as she got closer to her climax.
He fumbled, trying to help her by lowering himself and arching his back to let him keep the pace and depth as his lips found her neglected breast in a hard kiss. He was too close to the edge for the typical gentleness, but there was still an edge of restraint that kept him from being too rough as he sucked and tugged at the stiff peak.
“Harder,” She groaned, needed that last bit to get her over the edge.
He let out a sound around her nipple that was half groan and half whimper as he clung to control by the skin of his teeth. Nipping at her, he caught the tip of rosy flesh between his teeth and tugged, lashing it with his tongue as he started falling over the edge with erratic thrusts that sank all the way to the bottom of her core. He could feel his release ready to burst out of him and pinched her clit roughly as he bit at her with just barely controlled roughness as he tried to push her over the edge with him.
She gasped, a muffled scream into his shoulder signaled her release. Her body quaked as she tumbled over the edge of pleasure. Feeling her clench around him, he let go with a grunt, releasing his seed into the condom as her breast fell from his mouth so he could all but collapsed on top of her, barely rolling slightly to the side to avoid his full weight on her.
"Oh God," he panted with a lazy smile as his free hand reached up to gently cup one of her breasts, "please say that can be a regular part of living together. I do believe I would like that very much if it could."
“Please,” She groaned as she snuggled into him. “Some day you’ll have to suprise me with this... or I’ll wake you up with sex.”
"I have to surprise you with sex now?" he laughed tiredly, rolling over so Quinn was on top of him. "What am I supposed to do? Be waiting on the bed like your police officer Adonis all naked and oiled and stroking myself hard while waiting for you?" he teased.
Quinn thought about it for a minute then smirked, “Yes.”
"Demanding wench," he growled with a smirk, pulling her down into a kiss. "What next? Role play with my uniform? Or coming to bed in just my duty belt and cap?"
“Handcuffs,” she said softly as she kissed him.
"Oh don't tease," he laughed. "Who'd be the one being arrested here, Miss Fabray? You or me?"
“You,” she said, “I like being in control.”
"Oh," he smirked, running his hands over her sides and back, "I think I can definitely get behind that plan. Might need to buy a second set of cuffs though. Zip-ties chafe and if we're going to play that game, might as well look authentic don't you think?"
She smirked, “I want the real ones,” she said, “I want to do anything I want to you.”
"I think I could live with that," he smirked up at her, squeezing her hips. "Better be on a night before a day off though, cause I don't think I could go to work after that."
She smirked as she nipped at his lips, “Okay,” She smiled as she held him close.
Chapter Thirty