Disclaimer: I, by no means, claim to own anything remotely related to the Glee Universe. No copyright infringement intended.

AN: This story is a little inspired by the shows Gone and Criminal Minds.

Part One

Rachel Berry is ten years old when she first hears the name Lucy Fabray.

It's whispered between her fathers first, and then it's on all the local news channels in the morning, and she watches the first of many segments while she's eating breakfast.

Lucy Fabray, a little blonde girl with deep, hazel eyes has gone missing.

She's been taken.

Rachel knows it's something serious, based on the way her father, LeRoy, says the girl's name when he finally comes home after three days of working tirelessly.

He's one of the lead FBI agents on the case, and it's fallen on his shoulders to find and return this disappeared preteen, and it's weighing on him.

He's tense, and he barely acknowledges when Rachel hands him her spelling test that she got a hundred percent for.

She doesn't realise it in that moment, but it's just the first of many times LeRoy will disappoint her.

The name is a constant in her house for three months and four days, and then she doesn't hear it for another two years.

When Rachel hears it again, it's during a fight between her fathers. They're yelling at each other, and Rachel catches things like you need to give this up, Lee and don't tell me that and you have to accept she's never coming back and you're going to end up losing your family to this obsession.

There's a door slam, and then silence.

It's the first of many fights she'll hear in the next four months, and she'll cry every time.

Her father moves out three months after that, and they get divorced four months later. She cries herself to sleep for six weeks straight after.

Rachel doesn't hear the name Lucy Fabray again for a while, but she knows she absolutely hates this girl, who's torn apart her family, and it's a rage that unsettles her.

She doesn't want to blame a little girl with such kind eyes, but she can't help it.

How can she, when her father seems more interested in a missing girl than he is in her?

It's years later, February of her senior in high school, that Rachel hears the name again. It's not from either of her fathers, but from her boyfriend, Finn Hudson.

"Did you hear?"

She's standing at her locker, a little distracted, but she snaps to attention when he says the name.

"What?"

"It's all over," Finn says. "They found her."

"What?"

Finn pulls out his phone, types something, and then hands it to her. "Look," he says; "they found Lucy Fabray. She's actually alive. Can you believe it?"

Rachel doesn't know what to feel about it, but the guilt of thinking the worst about this innocent girl is in the forefront of her mind. She's thought horrible, terrible things about her, and she can't bear to read anything about the horrors this girl must have gone through wherever she's been for the past eight years.

She hands the phone back to Finn, saying nothing, and tries to push the entire thing from her mind.

She can't, though, and she goes to the library during lunch to read up on what's already known about the case.

Apparently, Lucy Fabray has been living with a man, Kenneth Jones, her kidnapper, who is the leader of a nationwide child-trafficking ring.

He identified her when she was ten years old, and decided he wanted her.

The girl, a teenager now, has been well-fed, educated and surprisingly cared for.

She's still undergoing physical and mental tests, and then she'll be returned to her family.

There are no pictures of her.

Of her face, anyway.

Rachel thinks it's what's best.

For whatever reason, Rachel is both relieved and disappointed that the girl is so... fine. It makes her feel sick, and she quickly closes the windows.

She can't even imagine what it must have been like for Lucy, being taken from her local park, separated from her family and probably brainwashed into viewing this Kenneth Jones as someone who cares for her.

Rachel wipes at her eyes, surprised by her own tears.

Anything could have happened to Lucy in that time, and Rachel hates herself for sometimes wishing it did.

Rachel knows her father, Hiram, has heard the news when she walks through the front door of their home to find him hunched over on the couch in the living room with the television tuned to the news.

Lucy Fabray, Missing Girl, Found.

Rachel can barely look at the screen, even if all she's seeing is the back of a blonde girl, shoulders draped in an FBI jacket, with LeRoy's arm wrapped around her shoulders.

Rachel hates that she's jealous.

"I wished her dead so many times," Hiram confesses painfully, whispering the words into the dimly lit room. "I told him repeatedly she was gone; that she would never be found. I blamed her for everything, but she's only a child. She's just a child."

Rachel wraps her arms around him, saying nothing, because she's feeling exactly the same way.

Rachel phones LeRoy four days later, because she knows he won't be the one to do it. He's all too aware of her feelings about Lucy Fabray, just from the few times Rachel has screamed bloody murder at him that he cares more about her than he ever did his own daughter.

"Rachel," LeRoy answers, surprised. "Sweetheart, hi, how are you?"

Rachel gathers herself. "I'm good," she says. "How are you?"

LeRoy seems to take a breath. "I assume you've heard?"

"I have."

"She's alive, Rachel," LeRoy says, and his voice is full of wonder and disbelief.

Rachel feels something ugly twist in her chest. "Is she okay?"

"Surprisingly, yes," he says. "It's still early days, but she seems to be adjusting."

Rachel nods her head, unsure how she feels about all of this. Still, she says, "I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Sweetheart, no," he says. "I'm the one who should be sorry."

"You've already apologised," Rachel says.

"I can't apologise enough," he says.

Rachel closes her eyes. She doesn't know how any of this gets fixed, because this is the first time they've even spoken in months, but Rachel's own guilt is paramount.

This phone call isn't going to help, but she likes to think it's a start.

The name Lucy Fabray isn't heard by Rachel for years, and she doesn't actively go looking for it.

The guilt still sits on her brain, but the novelty of the girl's return fades quickly, and Rachel goes through life where Lucy Fabray is not a name she hears.

She does, however, hear about someone named Quinn.

LeRoy mentions the name once or twice, coupled with the words Yale, Criminal Justice and Self-Defence.

In that time, Rachel graduates high school, goes to college in New York, and then hits the Broadway stage with a vengeance, setting her lifelong plan into motion.

It's when Rachel is twenty-six that she first meets this elusive Quinn.

It's by accident, because she's really supposed to be meeting LeRoy at his hotel in New York, because he's in the city working a case.

She hasn't talked to him in months, and they haven't seen each other for even longer. Their relationship has been strained since she was an adolescent, and she really doesn't know how to talk to him.

So, Rachel is trying to make an effort, and she goes to meet him at his hotel room after her show. She expects an awkward evening, but she doesn't anticipate coming face-to-face with the most stunning blonde woman she's ever seen when she gets to her father's hotel room door.

"Oh."

The woman, whose eyes are striking, startles at the sight of her, and then she smiles this smile that makes every nerve in Rachel's body come to life.

"Hi," the woman says.

Rachel just stares at her, definitely not missing the way hazel eyes track the length of her body.

LeRoy appears in the doorway. "Oh, hey, Sweetheart," he says when he sees her, and he's aged in some ways and he looks younger in others. "It's good to see you."

Rachel opens her mouth to say something, but the blonde woman beats her to it.

"You're Rachel," she says, her eyes wide. "Lee, you didn't tell me she was coming here." She accusingly looks at LeRoy, who appears sheepish. "We could have just waited at the theatre."

LeRoy's eyes widen, and Rachel frowns.

"The theatre?" Rachel finds herself asking.

Quinn smiles again. "You were wonderful, by the way," she says. "I didn't really know what to expect from something called Jane Austen Sings!, but it was amazing. You're very talented."

Rachel feels heat rise up her neck, because this woman is looking at her with such undisguised fascination, and she doesn't know how to handle it. "You saw the show?"

Quinn nods. "The entire team did," she says. "Lee hasn't stopped talking about it since we got the tickets."

LeRoy clears his throat. "Quinn," he says, and there's a certain edge to his voice.

Quinn looks at him, and then at Rachel before looking at LeRoy again. She seems to sense something amiss, so she takes a tiny step back. "Well, I'm going to head to my room," she says. "Good talk, Lee, and it was nice to meet you, Rachel." With one last smile, she spins on her heel and walks away.

Both LeRoy and Rachel watch her disappear into the adjacent room, and Rachel forces herself to breathe steadily.

"Daddy," she eventually says. "You saw my show?"

LeRoy just waves her inside. "We should probably talk. Are you hungry?"

Two days later, Rachel meets LeRoy for lunch near the theatre, and he's just finishing up a call when she arrives.

"Okay, Q," he's saying; "Let me know when you get the lab results, and then we'll go from there. Later."

He's smiling as he rises to his feet when she approaches the table, and Rachel is slightly thrown by his entire demeanour. She hasn't spent a lot of time with him in years, but she doesn't remember him being so... open; so at ease.

Not since before Lucy first disappeared.

It sits on her brain until it just clicks while she's mid-chew.

The tension is gone, because Lucy has been found.

She's been found, and LeRoy can breathe.

Rachel hasn't felt the jealousy in years, but it hits her from time to time. She wants to ask him about the girl, who's probably not a girl anymore, but she doesn't know how to bring up a topic that's always been so volatile between them.

What she does ask is this: "Why have you never remarried?"

LeRoy seems to choke on the bite of his steak in his mouth. "What?"

"You're still single, aren't you?"

LeRoy nods. "I am."

"Why?"

He dabs at his mouth with his napkin. "You do know your father and I didn't get divorced because we fell out of love with each other, right?"

Rachel blinks. "You still love Dad?"

"Of course."

Rachel presses her lips together.

"And, I love you, Rachel," he says. "I know things have been... bad with us for a long time, but you're my daughter, and I love you."

"What about Lucy?"

LeRoy frowns. "What about her?"

"Do you love her?"

LeRoy takes a breath. "Yes," he says. "I've got to know her, and she's worthy of it." He meets her gaze, steady and unflinching. "My loving her doesn't mean I love you any less. I hope you know that."

Rachel doesn't know that's what she needs to hear until he says the words.

The next evening, LeRoy shows up at Rachel's apartment with Quinn and takeout.

"We just finished our case, and we're leaving in the morning," LeRoy says, holding up a packet that smells like Thai. "Have dinner with us?"

Rachel looks past him at Quinn, who is smiling warmly, almost hesitantly. "Us?"

"Hi," Quinn says, waving awkwardly.

Rachel steps back, silently inviting them inside. "This is unexpected," she says, secretly relieved that she's wearing decent clothes and her apartment isn't a complete mess.

LeRoy winces. "We know," he says; "but Quinn insisted."

"Oh?"

Quinn shrugs. "Who knows when you'll next see each other?"

Rachel can agree with that, and she leads them into the kitchen. "So, the case is closed?"

"We caught the bad guy," Quinn says, grinning at her.

Rachel's heart thumps in her chest, and she's unsure how she's supposed to survive this dinner with this gorgeous creature, with her father in the same room.

Somehow, she manages to get them all plated, and they sit at her kitchen table with glasses of wine. They make small talk about their time in New York and about Rachel's show, right until LeRoy asks her about Jesse.

"Oh."

Quinn glances at her.

Rachel clears her throat. "We broke up," she finally says. "It just... wasn't working."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Sweetheart," LeRoy says.

"I'm not," Rachel says. "I've discovered several things about myself since then."

LeRoy looks like he wants to ask her about it, but Quinn is sitting right there, and he doesn't want to pry in front of someone who is, essentially, a stranger to Rachel.

Rachel bites the bullet, both to surprise her father and to put it out there for this woman who hasn't stopped looking at her as if the great big world doesn't exist.

"I've actually been dating women lately."

LeRoy chokes on his wine, and Rachel can't stop her laugh, even as Quinn rubs his back.

"Jeez, Daddy," she says; "you're gay yourself."

LeRoy clears his throat. "It's not that," he says. "It's just a surprise."

"It is?"

"Jesse, Finn, Noah, Brody," he says, listing the boys she's dated in the past. "It's a little out of the blue." He pauses. "At least, to me."

Rachel concedes to that, and she risks a look at Quinn, whose own smile has taken on a certain edge. Her eyes are slightly darker, and Rachel feels an underlying excitement ripple through her body. She's had a few women look at her like this, but she's never reacted this way, before.

She's definitely interested.

"I'm just happy you're happy," LeRoy eventually says.

"I wouldn't go that far," Rachel says with a slight shrug; "but, we're trying."

And, the thing is, she is trying.

Trying involves this Quinn woman, she realises, when LeRoy gets up to go to the bathroom and Quinn very carefully raises her wine glass to her lips and lets her gaze rake in the length of Rachel's body.

Well.

Rachel leans forward, giving Quinn a better view of her chest. She almost smiles in victory when Quinn's breathing changes, but she can't, because the woman says, "We can't."

Rachel frowns. "Why not?"

Quinn glances over her shoulder to where LeRoy has disappeared.

"He doesn't have to know," Rachel says. "You said it yourself: we don't know when or if we'll see each other again."

Quinn nibbles on her bottom lip, contemplating it, but LeRoy returns before she can respond.

Rachel is forced to accept that she might have overstepped, and she watches Quinn and her father leave her apartment, feeling oddly disappointed.

Which lasts only twenty-two minutes and forty seconds, because there's suddenly a knock on her door and Rachel opens it to come face-to-face with a flushed Quinn.

"We can't," is the first thing the blonde says, but then she's surging into the apartment, her hands reaching out, and Rachel finds herself locked in the kind of kiss that makes the entire world suddenly very, very unimportant.

Apparently, they can.

Repeatedly.

In the morning, Quinn is gone.

The only thing Rachel has from the night is extreme satisfaction, delightful bruising and a scribbled phone number on her nightstand.

It takes Rachel twelve days to call the number, and a very distracted voice answers with, "Q's phone."

Rachel lets out a breath. "Hello, can I please speak to Quinn?"

"Who's this?"

"Rachel."

"Rachel? Sex-on-legs-Rachel?"

Rachel lets out a laugh. "I hope I'm the only Rachel she would refer to that way."

"Hold on," the voice says. "Quinn's just getting us some drinks, and I'm trying really hard not to slap this bitch who keeps staring at my woman."

Rachel sucks in a breath.

"Oh, my woman's not Quinn," the voice says. "Gross. She's like my sister." Then: "But, I have to ask, is she as good in bed as she looks like she is?"

Rachel flushes, even as she sits alone in her apartment.

Before Rachel can respond, there's a lot of shuffling, a few swear words, and then a muffled voice says, "Hello."

"Quinn?"

"Rachel, hi," Quinn says, and she sounds positively happy to hear from Rachel, which is a relief to the brunette. "You actually called."

"I did," Rachel says. "Where are you?"

"At a bar in Columbus," Quinn says. "Hold on a second, I'm just headed outside, so I can hear you better."

Rachel waits, and then asks, "What are you doing in Columbus?" when Quinn is back.

"I actually live here," Quinn says. "I guess we probably should have covered the basics before we fucked on your carpet, huh?"

Rachel flushes at the memories, goosebumps erupting on her skin.

"It's where the team is based," Quinn says.

"My father's team?"

"We're kind of a special team, yeah," Quinn explains. "Dealing with kidnappings, mainly, so we travel around the country."

Rachel sucks in a breath, because she doesn't even know that about her father. "Is that what you were doing in New York?"

"We were actually working on the murder of a suspected kidnapper," she says. "He had information someone was looking for, but it ended up being a bust."

"Sorry."

"We'll figure it out," Quinn says. "How are you, though?"

Rachel smiles softly. "I'm good. How are you?"

"I've been waiting to hear from you."

"You have?"

Quinn hums. "I know we didn't really talk about anything."

"You mean between the all the moaning and begging?"

Quinn laughs. "Exactly," she says. "I also know we agreed we probably wouldn't see each other for a while, but I - "

"I can't stop thinking about you," Rachel finishes.

"Is that why you've taken twelve days to call?"

Rachel laughs lightly. "I've been recovering."

Quinn must know what she's actually saying, because her voice is almost too sultry when she asks, "From what?"

Rachel's heart rate quickens and, as crazy as this all is, she's willing to throw herself right into it, feet first.

Throwing herself into whatever this is, involves regular phone calls, where they exchange very few personal details about themselves, and send texts to each other that definitely aren't for public viewing.

Even though they've spent only one night together, Rachel's pretty sure she's existed in a constant state of arousal since she laid eyes on Quinn.

The words the blonde says and types also definitely don't help.

It's a wildly sexual relationship that Rachel doesn't tell anyone in her inner circle about, because how does one explain what she doesn't even understand is going on with a woman who lives ten hours away?

Rachel has to wait three months to see Quinn again.

She's home visiting her father in Lima for a few days, and she lands in Columbus a day earlier than she informed Hiram, and Quinn is at the airport with a single white gardenia and a flushed face.

"Hi," Rachel says when she sees her.

Quinn grins at her, and then grabs for her suitcase. "Come on," she says. "Santana's dying to meet you, and I promised we would have drinks with her and Britt before we head to my place."

Rachel finds it almost funny how nervous she seems, and Rachel waits until Quinn has her suitcase in the back of a black SUV to reach for the woman's collar, tug her down and kiss her soundly.

Quinn smiles into the kiss, and she's definitely more relaxed after that. She even reaches for Rachel's hand when they get to their destination, and Rachel interlaces their fingers.

It's not a relationship.

They've discussed it.

Kind of.

Between all the phone sex, they've talked a little bit about what they're doing.

All Rachel really knows is she likes this woman far more than she thought she would, and she knows barely anything about her, beyond the way she sounds when she comes and she has a cat named Roosevelt.

"'Sup, Bitches," a voice calls out, and Quinn leads them to the right, weaving them through a crowd of people in this busy bar. "Whoa, she is hot, Q."

Quinn tugs Rachel until she's come to a stop at the blonde's side. "When have I ever lied to you, asshole?" Quinn shoots back. Then, she says, "Santana, Brittany, this is Rachel. Rachel, meet Santana, my awful, terrible best friend, and this is Brittany, her much better half."

Rachel greets them politely, and then allows Quinn to guide her into a booth, ask for her drink order and then disappear.

Leaving her to the lions.

Well, lion.

"So, Rachel," Santana starts; "You here to visit Q, huh?"

"I'm really visiting my father, but yes," Rachel says.

"Lee?"

Rachel presses her lips together, because she wasn't aware anyone even knew she and LeRoy were related. They don't share a surname. "No," she says; "the other one."

She feels momentarily awful that she's in Columbus, and she hasn't even told LeRoy, but they're still working on rebuilding a relationship.

Maybe she'll see him on her way back.

Santana nods her head. "So, what's really going on with you and Q?"

Rachel isn't sure how to respond to that.

"Do you like her?" Brittany asks excitedly. "Because, she really likes you. Like, a lot. She talks about you all the time."

Rachel feels her heart thump wildly in her chest, and she's saved from a response by Quinn's arrival, a tray of shot glasses, a vodka cranberry and a whiskey lime in her hands.

Quinn settles in beside Rachel, hands out the shots, and nobody talks about what may or may not be going on between blonde and brunette again.

For the most part, Rachel thinks she knows what to expect, but she doesn't.

They barely get through the door of Quinn's apartment before Rachel is pressed against a wall with Quinn's tongue in her mouth and her hand down her pants.

"God, you're so wet," Quinn growls against heated skin.

"I have been since I laid eyes on you," Rachel tells her, gasping when Quinn slides two fingers into her with zero preamble. "Oh, God," she moans, squirming in place.

Quinn presses closer, lips sucking on a tanned neck as her fingers move.

Rachel lifts her one leg, wrapping it around Quinn's hip. She throws her head back when Quinn's thumb brushes over her clit, and god god fuck fuck yes yes yes.

She comes two minutes later, practically screaming Quinn's name.

So, okay, maybe Rachel really kind of likes her, a lot, too.

Maybe more than that.

Rachel doesn't meet Roosevelt until three hours later, when she and Quinn are in the kitchen scrounging for late night snacks.

"I have Gatorade," Quinn says, her head buried in her fridge.

Rachel can just marvel at the sheer beauty of her, the only thing she's wearing her wrinkled, white work shirt.

"It'll help replenish the electrolytes," Quinn says, grinning wickedly when she emerges.

Rachel finds herself blushing... and then yelping when something furry touches her foot. She jumps back, even as Quinn bursts out laughing.

"Easy there, Rach," Quinn says, and Rachel almost melts. "That's just Roosevelt. Roosevelt, meet Rachel." She pauses, and her eyes glint with mischief as she says, "My other pussy."

And, okay, Rachel likes dirty talk as much as the next person, but Quinn and those words and that voice and the possessiveness in her eyes has her drenched in seconds.

Fuck electrolytes.

She passes out after her twelfth orgasm.

Rachel wakes to the sound of someone hopping around the room, and her eyes open to a half-dressed Quinn trying to put on her pants as she balances her phone between her shoulder and ear.

"No, Lee, I'm on my way," she's saying into the phone. "I overslept, but I'm about to leave. Oh, fuck. No. Okay, I'm coming. Jesus. Calm down, old man. Okay. Bye."

Quinn huffs out a breath when the call ends, and she startles when she sees Rachel's open eyes. "Hey, sorry if I woke you."

Rachel shifts on Quinn's ridiculously soft bed, sitting up slightly. "You're okay," she says. "Work?"

Quinn looks sheepish as she nods. "I'm exhausted."

"As you should be."

Quinn grins this happy thing, and Rachel just wants to reach out to touch her. "I really have to go," she says. "What time do you have to leave?"

"I told my Dad I would be in Lima before the end of the day."

Quinn gives it some thought as she walks around the bed and comes to sit at Rachel's side. "So, if, say, I could come home for lunch, would you be willing to hang around here?" She pauses. "Or, I mean, you're not like some kind of prisoner, so maybe we could meet up somewhere?"

Rachel reaches out for her this time, her fingers closing around the fabric of her shirt. "I don't mind whatever," she says; "as long as I get to see you."

Quinn's smile is soft, genuine and absolutely beautiful. "I'll call you," she says. "I'm not really sure what we're dealing with at HQ, but I am going to see you before you leave."

"Okay."

And, then, Quinn leans forward to kiss her.

It's a good morning, goodbye kiss that speaks of years or practice and familiarity, and Rachel bathes in what it means long after Quinn has left.

Quinn's apartment isn't really what Rachel expects.

It's oddly impersonal, with just a handful of pictures of her with Santana and Brittany, and with her with LeRoy. It's sparsely furnished and minimally decorated, as if she's just recently moved in, but Quinn mentioned she's lived in Columbus since she graduated from Yale.

These are all pieces to the Quinn puzzle, but Rachel still gets the feeling they've got a long way to go before she gets anywhere near the full picture.

Quinn doesn't talk about her family beyond the fact she has parents and an older sister, and she doesn't talk about her childhood beyond that it wasn't particularly pleasant.

They've bonded over the fact they were both bullied as adolescents, but they really don't talk all that much about the deeper details.

It's something Rachel vows to change going forward in this, uh, non-relationship.

Quinn blows in like a hurricane at 13h24, a packet of takeout in her hand and her face flushed.

She smiles widely at the sight of Rachel on her couch, wearing one of her Yale sweatshirts, and Quinn can't help wanting to come home to this every day. It's a terrifying thought, given whom they are and whom she is, but she's just going to take it as it is.

Rachel can't make sense of the look on Quinn's face, but she has an idea of what it might mean when the blonde sets the food on the coffee table and immediately drops right onto her, kissing her in greeting.

Rachel giggles softly, wrapping her arms around Quinn's shoulders and holding her in place for several moments.

Eventually, Quinn pulls away from the kiss, a smile on her face, and says, "I don't have much time. We should eat."

Rachel smiles slyly. "We should eat, shouldn't we?"

Quinn meets her gaze, and something very significant passes between them. For the most part, their relationship is largely physical, but this past night is shifting things into new territory.

Waking them both up to the fact they've managed to build something over the phone without even realising it.

They could have sex, but they don't.

Quinn rather just kisses her softly, and then they eat their lunch. They talk a little about Roosevelt. Quinn adopted the rascal when she first arrived in Columbus, mainly to battle her loneliness at her therapist's suggestion.

That's very telling for Rachel, and she kisses Quinn's cheek.

Quinn smiles at her, her hazel eyes unguarded. "I'm really glad you're here," she says.

"Me too," Rachel replies, and she really, really means it.

Before Quinn leaves again, they spend a few minutes kissing softly in the open doorway. Rachel likes being able to kiss her just for the sake of kissing, and she feels oddly hollow when Quinn eventually pulls away.

"I have to go," she reluctantly says.

Rachel just hums in acknowledgement.

"Travel safely, okay?" Quinn instructs gently; "and let me know when you arrive."

Rachel has to kiss her again, because this side of Quinn is overwhelming and perfect, and she doesn't know how any of this can be something not serious.

At some point, they won't be able to hide it from LeRoy, and Rachel, who is reaching levels of fame that are astounding won't be able to avoid publicly acknowledging her own sexuality and Quinn is probably going to be part of it.

"I'm so glad I got to see you," Quinn says, tucking a lock of hair behind Rachel's ear.

"It was the sex marathon, wasn't it?"

Quinn just shakes her head, a steady smile on her face. "It's you," she says. "It's definitely you."

Rachel arrives in Lima much later, having caught a nap in Quinn's bed - because she barely got any sleep the previous night - before finally leaving.

She cooked some soup for the blonde, which she left in a pot, and she did the thing and left little notes all over the apartment.

She also stole Quinn's sweatshirt.

She has no idea when next she'll see the blonde, and she needs to give her incentive if she wants it back. It's just that it smells like Quinn, and she doesn't want to take it off, which is worrying, because they're three months into this completely different and new relationship, and she has no idea what she's doing.

Just that, whatever it is, she doesn't want it to end.

Rachel finds her father, Hiram, sitting in his study, and the first thing he asks is, "Who's sweatshirt is that?"

Rachel glances down at herself, caught between smiling and panicking at the sight of Quinn's sweatshirt. She doesn't know how to explain it, so she just smiles and says, "It's a friend's."

Describing Quinn as a friend seems disingenuous, though, because they're both more and less than that. It's weird, because she actually misses the blonde, and she doesn't know how that could be.

Hiram eyes her critically. "Which friend is this?"

Rachel rolls her eyes. "Hello to you too, Dad. It's nice to see you, too. I missed you."

Hiram lets out a chuckle as he gets to his feet to give her a hug. "I've missed you, too, Sweetheart."

Rachel knows she can probably talk to her father about what's happening with Quinn, but she's not ready to explain that she started a sexual relationship with someone she'd barely said a handful of words to at the time.

He knows she likes women, but she rarely talks about any one woman.

Also, Rachel's pretty sure the name 'Quinn' would be recognised as the woman LeRoy works with.

God, this could end up as such a mess.

Still, Rachel isn't willing to give it up.

It's a relaxing time being back home, but she drives herself a little crazy three days into it.

Because, God, she's totally bored

She also wants to see Quinn, and it's not every day she's actually this close to the blonde. A two-hour drive is much shorter than a ten-hour one.

So, on a night Hiram is busy at a faculty function, Rachel does the thing and drives to Columbus to surprise Quinn.

And, well, she is surprised.

She's also not alone.

There's a girl sitting at Quinn's breakfast counter, seemingly working on homework, and there's something so domestic about the setup that Rachel feels deeply out of place, as if she's intruding.

Quinn's eyes are wide, but so is her smile. "Hey," she says. "What are you doing here?"

Rachel blinks once, twice, and then says, "I wanted to see you."

Quinn's smile grows. "Well, come on in," she says. "We're just working on homework, and then we're going to have some dinner."

Rachel looks unsure. " I should have called first," she says.

"Maybe," Quinn allows; "but you're here now, so you're staying." She tugs Rachel into the apartment, dropping a quick kiss to the top of her head. "You can meet Beth."

Rachel feels uneasy for several moments, but then Quinn laces their fingers, and she breathes out slowly.

"Beth," Quinn says, guiding them towards the open-plan kitchen. "This is - "

"Oh, my God, you're Rachel Berry!"

Both Quinn and Rachel wince at the volume.

"Uh, hello," Rachel awkwardly says.

Beth gets to her feet, and she's almost as tall as Quinn, with dark blonde hair and grey eyes. She's dressed in a cheerleading uniform, and Rachel places her age at fifteen or sixteen. "Quinn, what is Rachel Berry doing here?"

Quinn looks a little stumped. "She's having dinner with us," she eventually manages to say, sufficiently thrown by Beth's reaction.

Beth looks at Rachel. "Seriously?"

"Seriously," Rachel confirms.

Quinn shakes her head. "Have you finished your homework?"

"Screw homework," Beth says. "Princess Angelica is literally in your living room right now."

Rachel flushes crimson at the mention of her Disney princess counterpart. She feels Quinn's fingers tighten around her own, and Beth's gaze seems drawn to it.

"No ways?" she says. "Quinn, you are totally not dating Rachel Berry?"

Quinn sighs. "Can you just calm down for a second, please?"

"I'm calm," Beth says. "I'm totally calm."

Quinn glances at Rachel. "I promise she won't say anything," she says. "She's just excitable. Like a puppy."

"I can hear you."

"You're supposed to," Quinn returns. "Look, you can't tell anyone about this, okay?"

"Why not? This is the coolest thing to happen to me since some depraved lunatic kidnapped me from the mall parking lot and kept me locked up."

Rachel's eyes widen, because just what the fuck?

Quinn winces. "Beth, honey, remember our filters."

"Oh," Beth says, looking at and registering the horrified look on Rachel's face. "Sorry about that. Apparently, openly talking about it is a sign I've sort of dealt with it, but I forget that people can be sensitive to that kind of thing. I'm lucky to hang around people like Quinn, who just gets it. She knows what it's - "

"Beth," Quinn interrupts.

Beth's mouth snaps shut.

"Finish your homework while we get started on dinner, okay?"

Beth nods her head repeatedly, like a puppy. "Wait, why can't I tell anyone about this?"

Rachel sighs. "I'm not exactly... out," she confesses quietly.

"Oh," Beth says. "Gotcha. Your secret's safe with me. I'll carry it to the grave."

Rachel smiles at her. She seems like the type to grow on you.

"You're so dramatic," Quinn teases, and then drops a kiss to Beth's head. "Can you channel all that nerdy energy into writing about the Berlin Wall?"

"I can try," Beth grumbles.

"That's my girl."

Beth sticks out her tongue, and then drops into her seat once more.

Quinn tugs on Rachel's hand, and she leads her towards the stove. "From the soup you left, I'm going to assume you can handle yourself in the kitchen."

"I'm not terrible," Rachel says, glancing over her shoulder where Beth is frowning at her textbook. She's even pouting like a puppy, and Rachel has so many questions.

Quinn hands her a knife and chopping board, and gets her busy with some vegetables. It's simple, domestic work, and Quinn floats around the kitchen with ease. She's obviously in her element, tossing spices into a wok and stirring like some kind of sous chef.

She also keeps checking in with Beth, making sure she's actually working, and she constantly comes up behind Rachel, looking over her shoulder and pressing chaste kisses to tan cheeks.

Rachel actually lets out a squeak when Quinn moulds her body around Rachel's and slides her arms around a thin waist. She feels Quinn press her lips to her neck, and then hum.

It feels like everything and nothing, and she wants this.

She wants Quinn.

"So, what are you doing in Columbus?" Beth asks around a mouthful of chilli paste cashew stir fry.

Rachel shifts in her seat. "Well, I'm actually visiting my father in Lima," she explains. "And, I wanted to see Quinn."

"That's sweet," Beth says, almost dreamily. "How long have you been dating?"

Rachel and Quinn exchange an uneasy look, and it's Quinn who says, "Not very long."

"This is so cool," Beth says. "I know I'm not supposed to tell anyone, but Hannah and Maria would totally lose their shit."

"Beth, language," Quinn chastises.

"Sorry."

Rachel just smiles at their interaction, a little confused by it, but suitably charmed. Everything about this moment is perfect, even the pressure of Quinn's hand on her leg.

It's not too much, and not too little.

It's perfect.

After dinner, Beth does the dishes while Quinn reads over her essay, editing with a pencil. Rachel watches it all with curious eyes, and she smiles back every time Quinn glances at her.

Rachel sits comfortably on the couch, her phone in her hands. She's texting her best friend, Kurt, trying to convince him to fetch her from the airport when she lands at LaGuardia in a few days.

Naturally, he's proving to be difficult.

She glances up when Beth starts packing away her things, and Quinn tells the teenager that she'll definitely be at Beth's soccer game on the weekend.

"Promise?"

Quinn wraps an arm around Beth's shoulders. "Barring depraved lunatics on the prowl, I'll be there."

"They're so inconsiderate, aren't they?"

Quinn kisses her temple. "We'll get them."

"I know you will. You always do."

Quinn releases her to grab a food container from the kitchen counter. "Here you go," she says, handing it to Beth. "Have you got everything? Car keys? Calculator? I'm not bringing it to you at school again."

"I've got everything," Beth says, rolling her eyes. "And, it was one time."

"I was working a case," Quinn says.

"I'm more important."

Quinn's features soften. "Of course, you are."

Beth wraps her in a sudden, unexpected hug, and Rachel is sure she falls in love with the content smile on Quinn's face.

A few seconds later, Beth is releasing Quinn and moving to stand in front of Rachel. "This has been an awesome day," she says. "I got to meet Rachel Berry."

Rachel slowly gets to her feet. "I know you can't really say how you met me, but you can say you did meet me, you know?"

"Oh?"

"Do you want to take a picture together?"

Beth practically jumps in place, and then she shoves her phone in Quinn's face, instructing her to take the picture.

Quinn takes four of them, because Beth isn't satisfied, and then Rachel complains her nose looks too big. "You're made for each other," Quinn grumbles, handing the phone back to Beth. "Now, get out of here."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going," Beth says; "I can totally tell when I'm not wanted."

Quinn doesn't bother to respond.

Beth hugs them both, and then she heads to the door.

"Text when you get home," Quinn instructs. "And, don't forget this time."

Beth just blows her a kiss, and then she ducks out of the apartment, closing the door behind her.

Quinn goes to make sure it's locked, and then she's face-to-face with Rachel.

"Hi," Quinn says.

Rachel counts to three in her head, and then she launches herself at the blonde.

"Where did you even learn to do that thing with your tongue?" Rachel asks, still breathless from the exertion of participating in some of the most mind-blowing sex of her entire life.

Quinn just smiles smugly, absently pressing a kiss to Rachel's bare shoulder. "Me thinks you liked it."

"You thinks correctly."

Quinn drags her lips along Rachel's shoulder, softly humming to herself.

Rachel sighs in content, her eyes slipping closed. Quinn's body is warm behind her, arms wrapped around her torso. It's such an intimate position, and she's tempted to claim Quinn in this moment.

Quinn, who is essentially a stranger.

God, she doesn't even know the woman's last name.

Rachel breathes out, forcing away her growing panic. "Quinn?"

"Hmm?"

"Who is Beth?"

Quinn tenses for a moment, but then she relaxes. "She's the first kidnapped victim I ever saved," she finally says. "I was part of her recovery when she was returned to her family, and we've kind of been in each other's lives ever since."

"I think that's amazing."

Quinn just kisses her neck.

"Is it okay that I just showed up?" Rachel asks, nibbling at her bottom lip.

"Of course," Quinn says. "It's just, well, I might not have been home. When we're working cases in Columbus, time is of the essence, and I usually hang around at HQ, or on the plane when we're not."

"Plane?"

"We're a very special team, Rachel."

Rachel shifts, turning her body to face Quinn. "So, you're an actual FBI agent?" she asks, cringing at the fact that they've waited this long to get to this conversation.

Quinn doesn't talk about herself, and they both know more about Rachel, at this point,

"I am," Quinn confirms. "I studied Pre-Law and Criminal Justice in Undergrad, and then I joined the Academy. When I graduated, I came here and worked in the field office for eighteen months before Lee brought me onto his team."

"Where you deal with kidnappings?"

Quinn nods, looking away. "It's not an easy job," she says. "We don't always win."

Rachel presses a kiss to the underside of her chin. "You do good work, Quinn."

Quinn tilts her head to press her lips to Rachel's. It's just a press of lips, and everything that's happening in this moment and all the moments before is changing things for her.

For both of them.

"Quinn?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I take you to breakfast?"

Quinn shifts slightly. "Rach, it's one o'clock in the morning."

"Later, I mean," Rachel clarifies. "I want to take you to breakfast."

"Why?"

Rachel closes her eyes. "I know we don't live in the same city, and I know it'll probably be difficult, and I know you said you wanted it to be a one time thing, but you're the one who left me your number."

"I don't know what you're trying to tell me."

"I want to date you, Quinn," Rachel says. "I want us to be dating. Officially."

Quinn remains silent.

"If you want to, of course."

Quinn's grip shifts, and she props herself up on one elbow. "That's a commitment, Rachel," she says.

"I know."

"That's making sure we call each other and text and visit each other and make an effort and not get mad at the other person when they're busy or when they don't have time to talk."

Rachel looks at her face, reading her expression for what it is. "You've done this before."

"Long distance is hard, Rachel."

"We've been making it work."

Quinn sighs. "It's been horrible," she says. "Do you know I started a countdown when you told me you were coming?"

Rachel kisses her then, deeply. She wastes no time rolling onto Quinn, pinning her to the bed with her own body.

This is already a relationship, whether they like it or not.

Quinn's hands slide along Rachel's bare back, drawing her closer.

"Let me take you to breakfast," Rachel whispers against Quinn's lips. "Please. Just, let me."

Quinn just nods, pulling Rachel in for another, deep kiss.

Everything else will wait for the morning.

Breakfast is a bit of a disaster, in that they barely have time for it before Quinn has to be at work.

Because, somebody decided it was a good idea to share a shower... that ended up being so much more than just a shower.

Even as Rachel places their coffee order, she feels distinctly uncomfortable in her clothing, because, beneath the fabric, she has sweet bruises and aching muscles.

"Hey," Quinn says, coming up behind her as she waits for their order. "Everything go okay?"

"I think the barista hates me," Rachel whispers to her.

"Why?"

"Because I told her the order was for Quinn."

Quinn lets out a laugh, and then rests a hand on Rachel's hip. "That's Izzie," she says.

"Ex-girlfriend?"

"No, but she's been trying."

"Are you a woman on demand?"

Quinn hums. "Regardless of that, I'm taken."

Rachel feels heat rise up neck. "That, you are."

"Has anyone recognised you?"

Rachel shakes her head. "The hat and scarf do wonders for anonymity. Don't knock it."

"Or... you're just not as famous as you think."

Rachel exaggerates a gasp. "You take that back."

"Make me."

Rachel is so tempted to.

All she has to do is grab Quinn's hand and drag her out of here to the apartment that's just around the corner, and have her dirty way with her.

"Order for Quinn!"

Rachel snaps to attention. "You're a distraction," she accuses, even as she skulks towards the counter to get their drinks.

"It's not my fault you find me so hot," Quinn quips, following behind Rachel.

And, the thing is that Rachel does. She finds Quinn unfairly attractive, with the kind of face that's been sculpted by the gods, and a body to match.

Standing here, watching as Quinn empties a sachet of brown sugar into her latte, Rachel acknowledges this is a woman she could - and probably will - fall for.

If she hasn't already.

After a lunch spent in one of Quinn's favourite bistros - with a flushed Quinn - Rachel gets on the road back to Lima, feeling all sorts of things.

About Quinn.

About what's happening with Quinn.

About what's going to happen with Quinn.

It's later, after she's exchanged a few texts with Quinn that she sits down with Hiram and tells him she's now in an actual relationship with a woman.

"Wow."

Rachel frowns. "Don't sound so surprised, Dad."

"It's not that, Sweetheart," he says. "I just didn't expect you to tell me."

"Why not?"

"I don't know," he allows. "You just haven't been very forthcoming since you and Jesse ended."

Rachel presses her lips together. "There really wasn't anyone to talk about until now," she says.

"And, now there is?"

Rachel nods. "There is."

"And, uh, she treats you right?"

For the most part, Rachel hasn't really spent all that much time with Quinn, but the brief moments they've had have been perfect. Rachel's under no illusion it'll always be like that, but it's a truth she can hold onto for now.

"She does," Rachel confirms. She doesn't know what her father will say if he ever learns she's involved with an FBI agent. He'll probably warn her away, because relationships with such busy, committed people can usually end in disaster.

"Dad?" Rachel suddenly asks. "Why have you never remarried?"

Hiram, predictably, looks completely caught off guard by the question. "Uh..."

"I don't remember your ever dating," Rachel observes.

"I'm in Lima, Ohio," Hiram says. "You do know I didn't meet your father in this town, right? There aren't gay men just hanging around waiting to mingle."

"Dad."

Hiram clears his throat. "It's just never been something I've wanted," he says, and then sighs. "It's hard to do when you're not interested."

"Because you still love Daddy?"

Hiram's eyes widen. "Why would you say that?"

"Don't you?"

"Rachel."

She smiles sadly. "It's okay if you do," she assures him. "It'd make sense."

"It would?"

"Daddy said you didn't get divorced because you fell out of love with each other."

Hiram presses a hand over his heart. "Did LeRoy really say that?"

Rachel nods, and she wonders if this moment is the one where she can put her family back together again.

For whatever reason, Rachel can't shake the feeling it all has a little something to do with Quinn.

"Hi, I'm here to see LeRoy Holt," Rachel says, feeling inexcusably awkward standing at the front desk to what she knows is the FBI Headquarters in Columbus.

"And, you are?"

Rachel might be offended on any other day, but she isn't. "I'm Rachel Berry."

The man behind the desk looks up, narrows his eyes, and then almost face-plants when he recognises her. "Rachel Berry? As in, Rachel Berry?"

Rachel just nods, because she's not really sure what he's asking. "Can you tell him I'm here?" she asks. "I've been trying to call his cell, but I haven't been able to get through."

The man, who hasn't even introduced himself, opens his mouth to speak, but it's another voice they hear.

"Rachel?"

She turns around to see her father, Quinn, another man and another woman walking through the front foyer, all of them wearing different expressions.

LeRoy looks concerned and confused, and Quinn looked perplexed and delighted. Rachel doesn't really care about the other two.

"What are you doing here?" LeRoy asks, sounding worried. "Is everything okay?"

Rachel's smile is a little sheepish, and her eyes flicker to Quinn, who is smiling softly. All Rachel really wants to do is move towards her, maybe hug her, kiss her, tell her she's been missed.

"I wanted to see you," Rachel tells LeRoy. "I was in town, on my way back to New York, and I thought we could, um, maybe get something to eat before my flight."

LeRoy blinks in surprise. "Really?"

Rachel nods. "Are you busy?"

LeRoy winces. "A little."

Quinn places a hand on his shoulder. "Aidan and I can handle the interrogation," she says. "Sophie's got the phone records to go through and, until the results come in from the lab, we're sitting ducks. We can hold the fort for an hour."

LeRoy glances at her. "Are you sure?"

"Definitely."

LeRoy smiles in gratitude, and then looks at Rachel. "So, lunch?"

Rachel moves towards him. "Lunch," she confirms.

LeRoy looks at the people around him. "Oh, Rachel, this is Aidan and Maria, and you've met Quinn. Aidan, M, this is Rachel." He pauses, cutting the introduction short.

"His daughter," Rachel finishes for him.

"No way?" Aidan says, his eyes widening as he holds out his hand. "It's awesome to meet you."

"Likewise," Rachel says, shaking his hand.

Maria greets her next, and she feels slightly uncomfortable with the way they're both staring at her.

Quinn offers her a tiny, all-knowing grin. "Hi, Rachel."

Rachel forces herself not to blush. "Hello, Quinn."

LeRoy gives them a curious look, his brow furrowed.

Rachel clears her throat, and then looks at her father. "Shall we go?"

LeRoy nods his head. "We shall."

When Rachel walks past Quinn, her fingers brush against the blonde's, and it feels like everything and nothing all over again.

"So, you were visiting your father?" LeRoy starts, once they've ordered their food.

Rachel nods. "I had a week off from shows, and he's kind of been nagging me for a visit, so I made the trip."

"And, you're headed back today?"

"Tonight, yes."

LeRoy hums in acknowledgement. "You weren't originally going to see me, were you?"

Rachel nibbles on her bottom lip, dropping her gaze. "I hadn't really planned on it, yes," she confesses. "Things are still... weird between us. I wasn't sure how to..." she trails off. "I guess we kind of have to get through the awkwardness to get to the other side, right?"

"The other side of what?"

She waves a hand between them. "This."

LeRoy's smile is a little lopsided. "You want to work on our relationship?"

Theirs isn't the only relationship she wants to pay attention to, but she'll take it for now.

"Would you like to see my office?"

Rachel is ashamed to say she actually agrees because there's a chance she'll see Quinn, but she is still curious to see where her father spends his days.

LeRoy has to sign her in, and then they take the elevator to the seventeenth floor and emerge to find a large room buzzing with people.

"This is the main floor," LeRoy explains as he leads them through the crowd of people. "Most of the operations run from here, but my team has a separate conference room and offices in the North Wing."

Rachel wants to ask about the plane, but she knows she can't bring it up without revealing that Quinn is the one who told her about it.

"How many people are in your team?" Rachel asks.

"There are six field agents, including myself, and then we have a technical analyst, who mainly stays in HQ. Her name is Sophie. You met Aidan and Maria, and they work with Quinn, Simon and Justin."

Rachel just nods, trying to take it all in.

They get to LeRoy's office easily enough, but, before they can even cross the threshold, Aidan appears out of nowhere.

"Lee," he says. "We have a problem."

LeRoy turns to him, frowning. "What happened?"

Aidan glances at Rachel for a beat, and then says, "Suspect kind of lost it during interrogation."

LeRoy's entire demeanour shifts. "Quinn?"

Aidan winces. "Apparently, she knows exactly which buttons to press."

"Where is she?"

"Medics took a look at her, and she's getting herself cleaned up in the bathroom."

Rachel is moving before he's even finished speaking, and she ignores her father calling her back. All she registers is that Quinn is hurt, and she needs to see her.

Quinn is exactly where Aidan said she would be, staring at herself in the mirror and studying her bruised eye and split lip.

Rachel gasps at the sight of her.

Quinn spins around in surprise. "Rachel? What are you doing in here?"

Rachel doesn't respond. She just closes the space between them and wraps her arms around the blonde's shoulders, closing her eyes when Quinn audibly winces.

"My ribs," Quinn gasps.

Rachel loosens her hold slightly, but not completely. "What happened?"

"Just pushed my questioning too far," Quinn explains softly, giving in and wrapping her own arms around Rachel's waist.

Rachel presses kisses to Quinn's neck. "Does this happen often?"

"What?"

"You're hurt, Quinn."

"It's part of the job, Rachel."

Rachel pulls back to look at her face. She gazes into hazel eyes, allowing herself to get a little lost in them. She can't quite pinpoint the moment she started to feel this, but her heart is beating too fast and all she wants to do is hold onto this woman for all of eternity.

"I'm going to kiss you," Rachel says.

"I'm bleeding."

Rachel kisses her anyway, just a quick press of lips. "Is this what it's going to be like?"

"What?"

"Dating you?"

"I don't understand."

Rachel sighs. "I didn't think about it before," she admits quietly.

"I told you it would change things."

"It's not a bad thing, Quinn."

"It's not?"

Rachel kisses her again, and again. "I - I really like you, Quinn."

Quinn eyes her for the longest time, and Rachel feels her heart rate rise to dangerous levels. Then, Quinn smiles this soft, real smile that makes everything feel like it's all starting and ending at the same time.

"I really like you, too, Rachel," Quinn whispers, and then she's the one kissing Rachel, split lip be damned.

Quinn backs Rachel up until she hits the main door, and Quinn reaches out with her right hand to lock the door.

Before Rachel even knows what's happening, Quinn reaches for her jeans, unbuttoning them and urging them down her legs, as she drops to her own knees.

"God, I can smell you," Quinn says breathlessly.

Rachel can't even breathe properly, and she positively gasps when Quinn tugs down her panties, and then immediately swirls her tongue around her clit. "Oh, my God."

Quinn hums. "Baby, you're going to have to keep it down," she murmurs.

Rachel covers her own mouth with her left hand, while the right works its way into Quinn's hair, guiding her mouth when it resumes its work.

Rachel's moans are muffled, and her hips jerk with the need to get closer, and the thought that she's essentially riding Quinn's face sends her over the edge in less than two minutes, Quinn's tongue buried inside her.

Quinn stays where she is, drawing it out and licking her clean, and Rachel thinks she falls in love.

Especially now, when Quinn presses a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh, and then carefully and delicately redresses her, even buttoning her jeans for her.

Quinn nuzzles her hip, and then gets to her feet, a soft smile on her face. "You okay?" she asks softly, the area around her mouth wet with Rachel.

Rachel nods. "I'm perfect."

Quinn's smile grows for a moment, and then she moves towards the sinks to clean herself up. She rinses her mouth, reties her hair and straightens her clothing.

When she deems herself ready, she looks at Rachel, who's still flushed and looking as if she's just been fucked.

"Rachel," Quinn says. "We're going to have to go out there at some point, so I'm going to need you not to look as if you just had an orgasm."

That does nothing for Rachel's racing thoughts, but she pulls it together enough to clean herself up, and then they're leaving the bathroom together.

Rachel links their fingers, because she needs to be holding onto Quinn now and always. She feels a little out-of-sorts, and Quinn is her anchor in the moment.

While Rachel should expect it, they come face-to-face with her father, Aidan and a redheaded woman, and she's actually surprised they've been waiting.

Two very significant things happen in the next few seconds.

LeRoy's eyes zero in on their clasped fingers, and Aidan says, "Jesus, Fabray, you look like shit."

Rachel tenses, and LeRoy takes a step forward.

LeRoy asks, "What is going on?" at the same time Rachel asks, "Fabray?"

"Quinn?" they say simultaneously, and Quinn suddenly looks pale and unsteady. There's a rush of blood to her head, and she feels Rachel's hand in hers grow limp, as if she's about to take it away

It's odd, Rachel will eventually think, that Quinn can get through oral sex just fine but, one moment of panic and -

Quinn sways on her feet, her eyes searching for something that she must not find, because she's suddenly going down.

LeRoy is close enough to catch her before she hits the ground.