Let Me Sing to You Tonight: Uncharted
Title: Let Me Sing to You Tonight
Pairing: Rachel Berry&&Quinn Fabray
Rating: T
Part: 5/10
Previous parts: | 1 | 2| 3| 4|
Disclaimer: This is a work of my own mind, and reflects nothing of the included characters I've borrowed from the lucky ass who owns them. In other words, this is for fun, don't sue me!
Author's Note: Here’s the next part! Please leave your thoughts. :)
Unfortunately, there had been a very likely possibility of Rachel not getting the role. Quinn had been there when she had gotten the phone call. They were lounging on one of the couches at the coffee shop on a slow day, Quinn’s head in Rachel’s lap. The actress who had received the role had called up Rachel in a frenzy of excitement, her voice rushed and high pitched. Quinn smiled as Rachel rolled her eyes at her phone and talked animatedly with the girl.
“Well, that’s great, Nikki. It’s always better to audition for more than one role at a time.” Rachel’s hand stilled in
Quinn’s hair, her face contorting into a frown as she became more confuse and her tone more clipped. “What do you mean, you didn’t? Exactly which role did you just receive, Nicolette?” The blonde furrowed her eyebrows and nudged the brunette, trying to piece the information together. When she got no response, Quinn turned her attention to the designs in the rug nearby, following the patterns with the tip of her finger and just enjoyed her girlfriend’s company.
The muscles in Rachel’s legs tensed, and Quinn tilted her head up to watch Rachel’s features, worried that something had happened. “I see. I must extend my congratulations to you. Yes, I do mean it. It’s a fantastic role and I’m sure you’ll try to do the character justice, just- do try to refrain from being so sharp on those high notes.”
Shutting the phone, Rachel took a deep breath, pasting a smile on her face and turning to the small audience. “I’m sorry to inform you that I did not receive the role and I must excuse myself. I have much to prepare for if I want to be ready for the next audition.
“I’m sorry, Rach.” Quinn offered, reaching up and touching the brunette’s cheek.
“It’s alright, Quinn. It’s something that comes with being a part of an actress. I’ll call you later tonight, okay?” Rachel said softly, sliding out from underneath Quinn and giving Kirsten a small wave as she headed out to her car.
“What’s got her so down?” Kirsten asked, wiping a mug dry.
Sighing, Quinn gave Kirsten a sad smile. “She didn’t get the part. Again.”
“Damn. Poor kid.”
“Yeah.” Quinn sighed. “I have a feeling she really needed this.”
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A week later found Rachel in the corner of the coffee shop, staring outside quiet and unmoving. Quinn expected her to rant and for a while, maybe sabotage the actress who had usurped her role. But Rachel had just stayed quiet. She called when she said she would. She went out with Quinn to movies, dinners, came by for coffee. But she seemed to withdraw into herself and it worried the blonde. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes and she seemed to be preoccupied with something at all times.
The musician watched from the bar as people milled in and out of the café, the brunette left alone in the corner. An older man walked in and Quinn watched as he noticed the brunette, recognition coloring his features. “Rachel? Rachel Berry?”
The actress turned to the voice and smiled politely, standing up to shake the old man’s hand. “Hello, sir. I must apologize for nor recognizing you.”
The old man smiled widely, patting the brunette on the shoulder roughly. “That’s because you’re seeing me for the first time. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Berry. My daughter, Nicolette, she’s told me all about you. I never thought that I’d run into you, especially because of the auditions being over.” He leaned closer, a smile on his lips. “Even Nikki thought you had the part in your grips. Poor girl was fretting over the auditions like-“
From behind the counter, Quinn watched with interest as Rachel cleared her throat and smiled tightly at the man.
“Excuse me, sir, for being so frank, but your daughter did not deserve that role. She believed that I had that part because I did. I did everything in my power to ensure that I would indeed get the role and it’s a complete and utter travesty that it went to a tone-deaf screeching feline.” Turning on her heel, Rachel walked a few steps away before whirling on him again. “Also, pass along a message for me. Let her know that she looks nothing like Jennifer and that her acting will cause the writer to turn over in his grave.”
Quinn stood shocked as she watched the exchange and didn’t notice Jimmy coming up behind her, his voice filling her ear. “Get her out of here, Quinnie. She’s scaring the customers.” He nudged the blonde towards the loud actress, pleading. “Take the rest of the day off and please, get her away from my store.”
Nodding, Quinn moved swiftly over towards Rachel and took her by the arm, muttering softly. “Come on, Rach. Time to go.” She turned around to mouth an apology to the man, gesturing to Jimmy to tend to him as she led Rachel out.
The brunette struggled against her girlfriend’s hold, eyes blazing as she mouthed threats at the frightened old man accompanying them with a violent choking gesture.
Quinn guided Rachel to her truck, helping her into the passenger seat before getting into the car herself. It seemed as if all the anger, all the disappointment and hurt Rachel had felt, that Quinn knew Rachel was feeling had been internalized, until now. Now, everything was just tumbling out and there was nothing to do but to confront it.
Looking over at the brunette, she sighed bitterly at the girl who just stared intently ahead, hands clasped tightly in her lap. “Rachel…what was that in there?”
Rather than answering, Rachel just turned her head to the side, watching a leaf fall gracefully to the pavement. “Why is it that I don’t know anything about your past?”
Eyebrows furrowing, Quinn shook her head. “What do you mean?”
Rachel straightened, her eyes closed in concentration and her forehead wrinkled. The blonde reached out to smooth the lines away before thinking it better to keep to herself. “What I mean, Quinn, is that I know nothing about you. You came from Ohio. You know Santana and Brittany from high school. You work at a café. You’re a singer.”
“But-“
“But you are also my girlfriend, Quinn. You’re my girlfriend and I have a right to knowing who you are, who I’m falling for.” Rachel finished softly.
“You know me, Rachel.”
Shaking her head, the shorter girl sighed. “I’m just not good enough, am I? For anyone.”
“Hey, hey, hey…” Quinn started, reaching for Rachel’s hand. She tried not to wince when the other girl pulled way.
“Who said that you weren’t good enough?”
“I did and frankly, I’m correct in saying so. I try to be the perfect girlfriend for you. I try to be the perfect actress for Broadway. I try to do everything right and no matter what; I can’t ever seem to get it right.”
The brunette continued to stare intently at her until her bottom lip began to quiver uncontrollably. The teary eyes, the red nose, the contorted face; Quinn had never seen such a heartbreaking sight.
Quinn felt tears pricking at the sight of her girlfriend. She knew deep inside that Rachel deserved that spot but sometimes things just didn’t work out the way that people wanted them too. “Rach…-”
“Please, don’t. I can’t stand having to listen to the speech where I’m told that things don’t always work out. You have no idea how much work I put into this role and honestly, I can’t tell you how sick I am of people telling me that I’ll get it next time. I just want to- ugh- I want them to put a sock in it!” Rachel muttered angrily, rolling her eyes at the blonde.
“Honestly, Rachel, you have to grow up a little bit! You knew that this came with the job when you decided to start acting. People are going to tell you no and you’ll just have to take in stride. You’re a grown-up dignified woman, right?” Quinn asked, goading her girlfriend. “Riiiiiiight?”
“Shut up, Quinn. It’s because of my nose, isn’t it? I’m not pretty with a nose the size of a grapefruit.” Rachel attempted to glare down at the offensive body part and poked it repeatedly, only resulting in appearing cross-eyed while muttering to herself. “Stupid nose. Why’d you have to go and be so big and stupid and fat and ugly and-“
Laughing, Quinn reached up and gently took a hold of her wrists. “Stop that, Rach. You look crazy and you sort of are. You are possibly the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my entire life. I don’t know why you would ever think otherwise. Besides, with that voice? Broadway isn’t the matter of if, but a matter of when. ”
“I know, okay. I know. It’s just hard putting in all this effort for something that you want so badly and than having some asshat tell you that you can’t have it. It hurts because it’s something that means the whole world to you, something you’ve dreamed about ever since you were a little kid, something that-“ She breaks away, her voice cracking with emotion. “Something that you’re not sure you can survive without in your life.”
“Rachel,” Quinn started, reaching over to turn the brunette’s face towards her. “You are more than enough good enough for me. Whatever happens, I’ll be here for you.”
Her eyes fluttered open, a fiery gaze crashing into Quinn’s adoring one. Rachel reached out, nodding slightly before pulling the blonde’s mouth closer to her lips. “Could you prove it to me, Quinn? Prove that I’m good enough, that I’m beautiful.”
Swallowing hard, Quinn pressed a soft kiss to Rachel’s mouth and gunned the engine of her truck. “Let’s go back to your place.”
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Her back collided against the wall, the corner of a frame cutting into her shoulder. Quinn mumbled an expletive against Rachel’s lips, leaning down to grab the back of her thighs and tug the brunette up. The shorter girl easily hopped up, wrapping her lean legs around the blonde’s waist and meeting her lips again. Gazing down at Quinn’s adoring smile and bruised lips, Rachel swallowed hard as she slowly slipped down until her feet were once more on the floor.
She leaned in slowly, slipping her tongue inside the blonde’s mouth, teasing her tongue with her own. They stayed like that for a few minutes longer, hands drifting along of their own accord, lips melded together. Every so often, one of the girls would let out a content sigh or a moan at the other’s ministrations. Rachel broke the kiss, her eyes darkened and drunk with desire as she slowly unbuttoned Quinn’s top, sliding it down the lean arms. She reached down, taking a deep breath before pulling the hem of her shirt up and over her own head. She stood unabashed, drinking in the breathtaking blonde smiling shyly at her.
Rachel’s eyes raked over Quinn’s exposed torso, her eyes halting over the bra-clad breasts. Her tongue darted out and hazel eyes snapped to the small movement. Both girls could feel the change in the atmosphere. Hardly a second of time passed before the two women were pressing up against each other again, hands exploring the freshly exposed skin. Quinn pulled away, her head dropping back as she gulped in mouthfuls of air.
Rachel, however, had more than enough oxygen at the moment and was busy leaving open mouthed kisses along the taller girl’s collarbone while undoing the blonde’s bra. Quinn opened her mouth to protest, worried that they were progressing into dangerous territory, but her words died in her throat by the time Rachel’s hands made their way to Quinn’s breasts. She kneaded them expertly, fingers pulling and twisting the nipples as her mouth kept dropping lower and lower.
Quinn reached up, intent on stopping the brunette but could only find herself fisting the dark locks of hair when Rachel’s tongue began to circle a hard pink bud. The blonde used to be a cheerleader, priding herself on having quite a set of legs, strong and lean, but the moment that Rachel enveloped Quinn’s nipple in her hot wet mouth taught Quinn that her knees could get pretty wobbly and weak. Reaching out behind her, the blonde groped the wall for some sort of purchase to help her stay on her feet. Thanking God when she found that she could grip the mantle over a small fireplace, Quinn’s hand returned to the back of Rachel’s head, holding the girl in place.
“Fuck, Rach…you have no idea how good that feels.” She breathed out, pressing her lips firmly against the brunette’s.
Rachel did away with her bra and reached for the blonde, grinning wickedly as she traced her tongue along Quinn’s bottom lip. “So show me.”
Willing herself to stay calm, the older girl was aghast when her fingers danced along the actress’s stomach, splaying over her right breast. She opened her mouth, once more to tell Rachel that they really needed to slow down, but found herself leaning down and pulling a chocolate colored hardened peak into her mouth, her tongue swirling and her teeth nipping gently at the sensitive skin.
“Bed, Quinn, please.” Rachel pleaded, her hands dragging over each inch of her girlfriend’s body, bringing her in for another kiss, one that was anything but chaste, rather exploding with desire and a sense of urgency.
Quinn pulled away, but not without a loud disappointed groan from Rachel, who tried to follow her girlfriend’s lips. “Wait, Rach, baby. Don’t you think we’re moving too fast?”
“Nope.” Rachel’s reply was short, her lips already moving against Quinn’s as she backed them down the hallway of her apartment.
The back of the singer’s knees hit the queen sized bed and the two girls fell together.
Her body was throbbing underneath the lithe girl and she knew that she needed release. She also knew that she needed to leave before things got any more out of hand. Gripping the blonde’s naked waist, Rachel guided her further up on the bed before settling a knee on either sides of her hips and grinding down.
Quinn had no way of stopping the moan that ripped through her throat. Rachel’s body stilled completely and the blonde mentally kicked herself for letting herself get that vocal.
But then Rachel’s lips pressed against the shell of her ear, her tongue darting out for a brief second, voice breathy and deep as it resonated in the silent room. “That is SO hot.”
Unable to think straight, Quinn let out a shaky breath only to have it catch in her throat when Rachel took to her neck, worrying the sensitive skin there with her teeth, her hips pressing down in a steady firm rhythm.
Determined to push the brunette off of her, Quinn reaches up to take hold of her girlfriend’s hips, only to find that she was unable to do anything else but help establish a steadier rhythm.
“God, Quinn. I can’t wait to take you…” Rachel whispered softly, her lips just millimeters from Quinn’s.
The blonde could do nothing more than nod for a few seconds until the realization of what was happening hit her. With strength that she didn’t know she possessed, Quinn flipped the girl off of her and stood, holding a hand out towards Rachel. “Just hold off a second, Rachel. We’re moving way too fast here.”
Confusion was written all over the brunette’s features and as Quinn’s gaze sought out the swollen lips, she wanted nothing more than to be kissing them again. “Quinn, I don’t understand what’s going- oh. Oh. OH! Oh my God, Quinn! I am so sorry.”
“It’s oka-wait. What’re you apologizing for?” Quinn asked, now confused herself.
“It’s alright, Quinn. It’s nothing to be ashamed about. I’m sure there are many virgins out there your age, granted, for the majority, it’s likely not their choice but still, I’m sorry for rushing you into sexual intercourse. It would have been much better for the both of us if you had just been honest with me from the start, baby. However, I do have a sexual appetite that would-“
As the words sunk in, Quinn’s face blanched and she vehemently shook her head. “No! No, no, no, no, no, no. NO! I am not a virgin, Rachel!”
Put off, the brunette jutted her hip out, resting a hand on it and raising an eyebrow. “Well, then why are we not, as other put it, ‘doing the naughty-naughty’?”
Groaning, Quinn threw her hands up, more than a little exasperated. “First things first, Rach: It’s the ‘dirty-dirty’ not the ‘naughty-naughty’ and second; I just thought we were moving too fast.”
Rachel licked her lips, eyes still darkened with want as she stepped closer. Circling the blonde, the actress eyed her predatorily. “You’ve had sex before, right?”
Quinn hesitated, quirking up an eyebrow as she eyed the other girl. “Yes.”
“And Lord knows I’ve had sex.”
The blonde scoffed, crossing her arms and tapping her foot, not amused in the slightest by Rachel’s tone.
“And we are both adults, correct?”
“Yes, but-“
“Would you like to have sex, Quinn?”
Pausing, Quinn pondered her answer. She knew what she wanted and she was fine with moving at this pace. Her protest had honestly been borne from concern for Rachel. It also might have had to do with the fact that Quinn had been having a small dry spell. “I would.”
“So let’s review what we’ve established now. You have had sex before. I have had sex before. This is not a new experience for either of us. You want to have sex. I want to have sex. We both are mature adults with no parents outside just waiting to catch us in a compromising position so that we could be grounded and submitted to their will for an unspecified duration of time. Am I right?”
Letting out a long sigh, Quinn shook her head at her girlfriend’s antics. “Rachel?”
“Oh, I’m not finished yet, Quinn. Please hold all questions for the end of my-”
“Rachel.”
Annoyed, Rachel glared at the taller girl. “What is it?”
“Come here.”
Shuffling over, Rachel kept her glare intact and repeated herself. “What do you want, Quinn?”
The blonde bit her lip, her body already reacting to having the shorter girl in close proximity again. “Take me, Rach. I need you.”
She swore that she heard Rachel whimper but had no time to question it, what with the slender fingers fisting her hair and lips pressed firmly against hers. They moved almost immediately to the bed and Quinn quickly did away with Rachel’s jeans, running her hands appreciatively over the long tanned legs.
“God, Rach…I love your legs.”
Letting her hands cup her ass, Quinn gently squeezed, eyes clenching shut when Rachel arched her body into hers. “Quinn, take off your pants.”
“What?” The blonde mumbled, unable to take her lips off of her girlfriend.
Rachel flipped her over, expertly undoing the button on the jeans and jerking them down, growling against the blonde’s skin. “Take them off.”
With the pants out of the way, Quinn took advantage of Rachel’s position and very nearly ripped the panties off of the girl. The brunette opened her mouth to try admonishing Quinn, instead letting out a moan at the feel of a single slender finger delving deep inside her. “Wow. No foreplay, I can deal with that.” She panted, clutching at Quinn’s shoulders.
“Our whole relationship has been foreplay, Rach. Just be thankful I’m not teasing you.” Quinn groaned, angling herself so that she could add a second finger and thrust deeper. Rachel arched up, her head dropping back and eyes fluttering closed.
Quinn continued her rhythm, pressing her lips against any and all of the accessible skin. She alternated between nipping and swiping a smooth tongue over her body, using her free hand to manipulate the actress’s breast. Feeling the clench of her girlfriend’s muscles, Quinn kissed her way down Rachel’s body, peppering the skin with soft wet kisses.
The blonde gently nudged the other girl’s legs open, pulling her hand away so that she could get a clear view of what lay just beyond those seductively short skirts the brunette was always sporting. She let out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding as bit her lip in anticipation.
Rachel began to wriggle underneath the intense hazel gaze, letting a soft whine escape into the room. The small noise was enough to cause the blonde to spring into action, tongue running deftly along the entrance. The gasp that Quinn heard was possibly the most amazing thing in the world.
Alternating between broad strokes along the length of the core and rapid flicking against the small hardened bud, Quinn enticed the brunette to unleash an animalistic moan. Rustling above her caught her attention and she glanced up to find Rachel fisting the sheets, eyes clenched, and mouth open in a silent scream.
The blonde worked to bring her to the edge once again, entering her with two long fingers and curling them deep inside her. Rachel arched up off the bed completely, her head thrown back in mid air and her hands finding purchase on Quinn’s shoulders. Her short nails dug into the blonde’s skin as the muscles contracting around Quinn’s fingers clenched hard, trapping the girl there.
The singer kept her fingers moving, every so often letting her tongue dart out against the sensitive clit and drawing out the girl’s climax. Quinn heard the soft thud as Rachel’s hold loosened on her shoulders and she collapsed on the bed. The blonde was able to maneuver herself back up to where Rachel was waiting in an ecstasy-induced coma.
Brushing the hair out of her face, Quinn grinned at the brunette. “Well that was fun.”
Nodding jerkily, Rachel threw an arm haphazardly over Quinn’s waist, pulling the girl against her. They stayed like that for a few minutes, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow. Feeling a consistent jab in her side, the singer opened her eyes to find a gorgeous pair of chocolate orbs looking playfully back at her.
“So can I touch you now or do I have to go through that “Adults-Have-Sex-Speech” again?”
Quinn tapped her chin thoughtfully, keeping a serious face as she retorted. “I think I’m going to need another run through, baby.”
Rachel accepted the answer, climbing on top of the waiting blonde. “Well, you’ve had sex, I’ve had sex, we’ve had sex-“ She stopped to press a number of kisses on the blonde’s skin, before continuing on. “I like sex, you like sex.”
“Oh my- fuck!” Quinn exclaimed, finding herself suddenly full of Rachel Berry.
“Basically, the whole speech boils down to me making you come, okay?” Rachel finished, nipping at the blonde’s neck and thrusting her fingers deep inside to accentuate her point.
“O-Okay.” The singer stuttered, bursting into laughter at the sight of her girlfriend, eyes clenched tight and tongue peeking out of the corner.
Rachel opened her eyes to glare at her girlfriend, “What?”
“What’s up with that face, Rach?” Quinn wheezed out between giggles.
“I was concentrating!” Rachel exclaimed, a pout set firmly on her face.
Her laughter dying down, Quinn pulled the girl in for a kiss. “Okay, baby. Do what you want.”
“Fantastic. Now let’s get started shall we? I intend on making use of this day off.”
Quinn’s moan gave way to a giggle but when Rachel curled her fingers and twisted, she hit notes that would put any Broadway singer to shame.
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Rachel stabbed her salad, impaling a piece of carrot and lettuce onto her fork and smiling at the people around her. “I want to play a game.”
Santana’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked between Quinn and Rachel. “Q, I know that your girlfriend has the stature of a five year old but she is aware that she is not actually five, right?”
Brittany, whose face had lit up at the mention of a game, turned to Santana with a pout and saddened eyes. “S, you don’t even know what the game is!”
“Yeah!” Rachel agreed, nodding at Brittany. “It’s a hypothetical question game.”
Quinn frowned, chewing thoughtfully on her burger. “So like, What If or Would You Rather?”
At Rachel’s nod, Santana rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath. “Ay dios mio. I am not playing a two year olds’ game.”
“Santana! Just one round!” Brittany admonished, dipping a french fry into her milkshake and popping it into her mouth as her fiancée watched in disgust.
“I don’t know why you do that, Britt. It ruins both the milk shake and the fries. You’re ruining two good things!”
“It’s sweet and salty, S. Just like us.” The blonde dancer said as if it was the most simplest thing in the world before turning to Rachel. “I want to go first. What would you do if aliens took over your dog? Would you take him to NASA or keep him?”
Santana dropped her head on the table as Quinn answered, “I would keep him. I think it would be pretty cool having an outer space dog.”
Rachel disagreed, immediately chiming in. “Absolutely not. I would report him to NASA and have him sent as soon as possible to that hidden away area for aliens and Bigfoot.”
Brittany nodded at both of the answers, before turning to Santana. “S?”
“I’m not playing, Brittany.” Santana replied, snatching up one of the girl’s fries, her own long gone.
“Party pooper.”
Quinn tapped the table, “Oh! I have one. What would you do if you found out your girlfriend-“
“Fiancée.”
“Or fiancée- had a penis?” The blonde corrected, looking around at the other three girls.
Brittany made a face, turning towards Santana. “I don’t like those anymore. I’m good with the sweet lady parts.”
“Well, that might actually come in handy. It’d definitely make for an interesting experience.” Rachel admitted.
“I think it’d be hot if it wasn’t permanent.” Santana inputted.
Quinn raised an eyebrow in her direction. “I thought you weren’t playing this game, S.”
Shrugging, the Latina took a sip from her drink. “What can I say, Q? You came up with a pretty good question.”
The singer rolled her eyes at the young lawyer before turning to her girlfriend. “What about you, Rach?”
Muttering to herself, Rachel tapped her fork against the glass. “Let’s get a little bit more serious. What if you had the chance to reach your career goal right there in front of you and you could stop it from slipping through your fingers?”
“I’d take it.”
“Take it.”
“Grab it and run.”
Rachel raised a finger up at the simultaneous answer. “There’s a condition. You have to have sex with the big boss in charge.”
The actress watched as Brittany’s face contorted into a frown, Santana’s into uncertainty, and Quinn’s into disgust.
“Absolutely not.” The barista said. “That’s disgusting and unprofessional.”
Brittany agreed, joining in with Quinn. “Yeah. It’s like getting what you want but making it all dirty first.”
“Well…” Santana started, hesitantly.
Quinn’s eyebrows shot up in shock. “Well? Well, what, S?!”
Brittany’s frown became more pronounced as she turned towards her fiancée. “What do you mean, San?”
“I just think that if it’s a one-time thing, then maybe it’s not such a bad thing.” The Latina paused, watching the wheels turning in Brittany’s head. “B, no. Not you. You are going to get there without anyone’s help, except mine. I don’t want you to get any ideas and go fucking the director you’re working with.”
“He’s creepy.” Brittany added, agreeing. “He keeps looking at me like he’s going to eat me.”
Quinn and Santana broke out into soft chuckles, the tension on the table broken. Quinn reached over to her still silent girlfriend and took her hand, squeezing gently and making a mental note to talk to her soon.
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Rachel sat on the bench, waiting for Quinn to return with their coffees. Seeing the blonde make her way back, the actress moved over to make room and smiled gratefully as she drank heartily from the cup handed to her.
“This is so good, Quinn.” She praised, linking arms with her girlfriend and turning to watch the sunset behind the hills.
“I’m a barista and a starving musician, it would be illegal for me to not know where all the best coffee joints are.” The blonde teased, nudging the girl playfully.
They sat in silence for a wall, watching the sky explode into an array of colors, mixing gold with red, yellow with orange. It was as if someone had taken a painting and put it up on display for everyone to see.
Rachel turned when Quinn cleared her throat rather pointedly, eyebrows up and gaze questioning. “I had something to ask you, Rachel.”
Laughing softly, the brunette turned back towards the setting sun and brought the coffee up for another sip. “Clearly, love. Ask away, I’m all ears.”
Quinn looked down at her cup, playing with the lid as she formulated her thoughts. “It’s about earlier today. When you asked about getting ahead.”
“Ah, I was wondering when you’d ask me.”
“I’m not insecure, Rachel. I just- well, it occurred to me earlier that this is the second time that this has come up for you and I. Is there something you need to tell me? I swear I won’t judge you for anything you’ve done in the past.” Quinn offered, sincerely.
Scoffing, Rachel allowed a cynical smirk to play at her lips. “This coming from the girl who won’t tell me anything about her own past. You do realize that I’ve never even been to your apartment? Not only do now know anything about who you were before I met you,
I don’t know quite a bit of who you are now.”
Quinn had the decency to drop her head in shame, listening as Rachel continued. “To answer your question, I haven’t had sex with anyone to further my career.”
The blonde let out a sigh of relief, lifting her gaze up from her knees to the girl sitting beside her. She let her gaze rake over the pursed lips, furrowed brow, and worried eyes.
“Rach? Is there something you’re not telling me?” Quinn ventured.
“I haven’t had sex with any of them, Quinn.” Rachel repeated, hesitating for a second before going on. “But it doesn’t mean that I haven’t thought about it. There are some powerful people in this industry and they know that a single role in their musical can get the right attention from the right people. Those people can then take you all the way to the top. Sometimes I think it would be so easy, to just give in and let them have this one thing. Let them have me for one night so that I can have my dream for the rest of my life. It’s getting harder to believe in myself. Each rejection is another shot at my confidence. You know how that is, Quinn. Auditioning and being so sure that you absolutely nailed it only to find out that you not only didn’t get it but that they didn’t even think you were good enough for a call back.”
Putting an arm around the brunette, Quinn tugged her closer. “It’s hard, baby. But you have to remember to be strong. Those guys have the power to get you to the top but by letting them take you there, you’re undermining your own talent. You’re letting them taint your ability and you will never be able to believe in yourself. You’ll always second guess yourself wondering if it was your talent or your body that got you where you were. It’s a place no one would want to be in.”
Rachel stayed quiet and Quinn sighed, worrying about the stress that the poor girl must be under. Changing tactics, the blonde tackled a different topic. “I’m not very wealthy, Rach. You told me that your dads do help you, but my parents don’t do that. They don’t even talk to me.” She added bitterly before shaking her head and getting back on track.
“My apartment is small. I don’t have nice stuff. As for my past? I’ve made plenty of mistakes. Someday, I want to be able to tell you but today is not that day, so I’m going to need you to be patient for me. I’ll work on opening up to you if you work on staying strong at work and keeping your confidence up, okay?”
Shaking her head disapprovingly, Rachel bumped her shoulder against Quinn’s. “You should know that I wouldn’t care about something like that.”
“I know. It’s just an issue of pride for me. I was born and raised with that sort of mentality. It’s kind of hard to completely rid yourself of it.”
Smiling sadly, Rachel nodded and laced her fingers with the blonde. “I know. Come back to my place?”
Quinn nodded, standing up and pulling the shorter girl up with her. Together, they made their way to Rachel’s car. The blonde leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, smiling widely. “Follow me, okay?”
“Simply because I’m having a minor breakdown, Quinn, does not mean that I have forgotten the way to my house.” Rachel snapped, slightly annoyed at the presumption.
Laughing, Quinn leaned in for another kiss. “I know, Rach. But we’re going to go back to my place, tonight. I think it’s about time you saw where I live.”
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