At school the next day, Rachel feels like nothing can kill her fantastic mood. She and Quinn had sex last night in the choir room, Quinn had sent her friendly texts that night like she was actually trying to get to know her better, and every time she passed the blonde at school today they shared a secret smile. Things are finally looking up and if everything keeps improving like it has been, Rachel will be beside herself with happiness.

Well, everything was looking up until after third period when Rachel is the one who looks up right into a slushy being tossed into her face.

She physically cowers against her locker, even though it's only a Cheerio who is the offender, not a hulking, scary jock. She is almost frozen in shock. She had completely stopped worrying about slushies the past couple of days; they had pretty much subsided and she can only guess the reason why is Quinn, somehow.

She faintly registers a hand on her shoulder and then hears that voice.

"Christ Mandy, did you not fucking hear me say that Rachel Berry is off limits?"

"Oh, Quinn." Rachel is preoccupied with wiping slushy from her burning eyes, but she can hear the fear and surprise in the Cheerio's voice. "I'm sorry, I didn't-they told me-"

"Get the fuck out of here Ryerson and go prepare for the endless laps I'll sure as hell be making you run at practice tomorrow."

Rachel can literally hear the girl scampering away like a scared mouse.

"Jesus fuck Rachel. I'm so sorry." She feels a tug on her arm and from her slitted eyes she can see them heading for the nearest bathroom. She can also see everyone watching them and she swells with pride because Quinn doesn't care. Well, she swells with as much pride as she can while dripping in blue slushy.

The bathroom door bangs open and there are a couple girls occupying it and looking in the mirror. They immediately retreat and leave as soon as they see the look on Quinn's face.

Quinn pulls Rachel towards the sinks and goes to get handfuls of paper towels. She wets one of them and begins with Rachel's face, cupping her chin and gently wiping away the frozen drink. Rachel watches Quinn's eyes trace her face in unhappiness, and when they flick to Rachel's own their eyes lock and Rachel immediately freezes at the concern there. It's something she's never seen in Quinn's eyes. She isn't sure whether it's because Quinn never felt it, or because Quinn never let her see it.

"You don't have to do this," is the first thing that comes out of Rachel's mouth.

Quinn levels her with a look that instantly stops any additional protests from following the first.

When Quinn is done with Rachel's face she starts on her hair, motioning for the brunette to awkwardly crouch down and beginning to wash as much of the syrup off in the sink as she can. After a moment she lets Rachel stand and continues trying to work with the long, dark strands.

"Do you have extra clothes with you?"

She's carefully running wet fingers through Rachel's hair, and when Rachel looks up to answer it's almost shyly. "Yes. I almost stopped bringing them, since…um, yes I do."

Quinn glances down at her for a minute before stepping away and questioning, "In your locker? Combination?"

Rachel tells her and watches as the blonde smiles sweetly and turns to go retrieve Rachel's extra set of clothes. Rachel lifts herself to sit on the counter where the sinks are and appraises Quinn appreciatively for her kindness as she leaves, spending extra appreciative appraising time on her ass.

It's really nice to feel taken care of. The only people that do that for her are her dads. Even Finn, her own boyfriend, doesn't usually take care of her or comfort her when she really needs it.

Thinking of Finn brings her to another large problem she's been avoiding lately; Quinn is acting more interested in her and Quinn is available and Rachel has a boyfriend. Rachel immediately begins making a mental compare and contrast list featuring the two of them.

Quinn is back before she has time to truly delve into a list. But one overwhelming contrast with Quinn is that she's unpredictable. Rachel's seen how cruel Quinn gets; she's been on the receiving end of it for so long. There's no guaranteeing that that Quinn can come back within the snap of a finger, and Rachel knows this. But for some reason she can't stay away from Quinn, and she doesn't ever want to. They need to establish boundaries because Rachel wants things to work. But she also constantly wants Quinn's eyes on her, Quinn's lips on her, Quinn's hands on her.

The blonde steps towards Rachel to hand her the clothes with a small, half smile. The freckles in Quinn's eyes are bright and all of a sudden Rachel is abruptly leaning forward and pressing their lips together quickly.

Quinn hesitates before chasing after Rachel's withdrawing lips with her own, sweeping her tongue along Rachel's bottom lip and then inside her mouth and against her teeth, hot and wet.

The shirt Quinn is holding falls to the ground and she reaches up to cup Rachel's face, kissing her so intently and with so much purpose that Rachel involuntarily grins against the blonde's lips. She never imagined her and Quinn making out in a school bathroom for God's sake. But she'll take what she can get it.

The way Quinn snags Rachel's bottom lip between her teeth and teasingly pulls on it before letting it go makes undeniable desire pool between the brunette's thighs. Playful Quinn is a wonderful thing and when the blonde husks a laugh and goes to nip at Rachel's bottom lip again, Rachel slides a hand up her arm to her shoulder and grips there tightly.

"I think we should stop having sex," is what comes out of her mouth.

Quinn freezes, pulling away to stare at Rachel. She looks confused and unsure. "…what?"

Rachel hesitates as well. She can't believe she just said that, even if it is how she's feeling. "Uh-"

The intensity in Quinn's eyes knocks the words from her head. "Did I do something wrong?"

"N-no!" Rachel is quick to reassure her, and she brings a hand to Quinn's cheek. Quinn has gone rigid and Rachel is so tempted to just kiss her again to get that sharp look to leave her eyes. She knows it's not a bad intensity that's found there, but any kind of intensity from Quinn that isn't sex caused instantly gives her bad feelings and anxiety. "I just…I want…I want to get to know you, and you to get to know me, but without…it's not that you've done something wrong, I just-"

Quinn steps away, lowering her eyes. "I understand." Her eyes rise to meet Rachel's and they're cautious and almost sad. "Can you answer a question for me though?"

Rachel nods, wide eyed.

"Are you going to be having sex with Finn while we're…doing whatever we're doing?"

Rachel opens her mouth but no words come out. She's shocked, but the way Quinn's face falls forces her to form sentences. "I haven't-" She clears her throat, ducking her head. "Finn and I haven't-we haven't, and we aren't, and we won't."

Suddenly a hand is cupping her cheek and forcing her head up, and Quinn's lips are on her own fiercely.

"I'm sorry," Quinn breathes, breaking away and thumbing Rachel's slightly swollen bottom lip. Her eyes drop to the brunette's lips and Rachel watches her hazily, because the kiss had been expected but hot as hell, per usual. "The thought of him and you is very unnerving to me, and the fact that you have not had sex with him pleases me beyond belief. Has he pressured you?"

Rachel's eyes fall again this time, because Finn has pressured her, so many times, and she almost feared her resistance would start weakening because she had wanted him to just shut up so badly.

"Rachel."

Rachel nods at the commanding tone of Quinn's voice that is clearly a prompt for her to answer. That tone works both in the bedroom and out of the bedroom.

"Do you…want to have sex with him?"

Quinn can't hold back the chuckle at Rachel's disgusted and incredulous look.

"If that bastard keeps pressuring you and it makes you feel uncomfortable I want you to tell me, okay Rachel?"

The idea of Quinn looking after her and protecting her feels good and Rachel lifts her eyes to lock with Quinn's.

"I'll take care of him if you want me to." Her voice is low and it makes Rachel kiss her. Quinn breaks away a couple seconds later. "About this no sex thing though. I understand your reasons but I think that this will be a…stretch for us." She smirks and leans forward and Rachel can swear that the blonde is trying to persuade her to abandon this particular plan. "I've become way too attached to your lips."

"Wanna get out of here?" Rachel asks abruptly, and she can tell Quinn is surprised. She'd never been one to suggest cutting class and especially not one to actually do it. But her clothes are stained anyways and her dads are at work and she really, really wants to kiss Quinn all afternoon. "My dads aren't home, and…yeah."

Quinn smiles like she's won something and nods.

Rachel is quick to burst her bubble. "We're not having sex."

Quinn groans, stepping away and letting Rachel hop down from the counter. "You are such a little tease, Rachel Berry."

Rachel heads towards the door, smirking over her shoulder. "Your tease."

Quinn catches her around the waist and nuzzles into her neck, and Rachel can feel herself flush with happiness. She's always imagined this; the flirting, the casual hugs, the teasing, the affectionate gestures. It's something she'd thought she'd wanted from anyone that would give her attention, but she had come to realize that she particularly wanted it with Quinn, and the fact that this is only the beginning makes her grin from ear to ear.

She wonders if there will be people in the hallways to see her and Quinn make their way to the parking lot. She bites her lip. "What do you think people are saying? You came to my rescue, and everyone saw it."

Quinn is quiet for a long moment and Rachel turns in her arms to face her. "I don't know. If anything, people think we're friends. I'm fine with that. I told you Rachel, you deserve someone who is proud to have you. I'm proud and I'm going to be working to show that until it's easier for me to stop hiding my feelings. I don't think…I don't know what we're doing, but I want to be with you. I'm just…not ready for everything just yet. And I don't know when, or if ever, I'll be comfortable with coming out to people at school and especially to my family. But I swear, I'll try. For you. Okay?"

Rachel nods and she can tell from the look in Quinn's eyes that the abruptly serious turn in their conversation is making her anxious. She gives the blonde a half smirk. "You're already making it so hard to refrain from having sex with you."

Quinn husks a laugh and spins Rachel back around, bending down to tug on her earlobe sharply. "Yeah, we'll see how long this little plan of yours lasts," she murmurs. Rachel knows that Quinn will respect her wishes if she really emphasizes how serious they are, but the teasing is fun for now, and even she is questioning if she'll really be able to keep this no sex thing up. Sex with Quinn is way too enjoyable.

"To my house?" Rachel questions, taking a step towards the door. She purposely lowers her voice and speaks the words suggestively. She knows she's going to get herself into trouble but Quinn makes her want to misbehave and break rules, even if they're her own.

Quinn releases her and slaps her ass playfully. It makes Rachel blush and she knows it's because she likes it so much. "To your house, tease."

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