Faberry Week: Day One - Road Trip
"Washington, Nebraska or Oregon?" Rachel asked as she settled into the corner of the couch, her notebook resting on her knees as she brought them to her chest.
"Hmm?" Quinn hummed inquiringly as her gaze never left the television screen.
"Quinn," Rachel began, rolling her head to the left to frown over at the blonde. "I’m planning our next vacation. Washington, Nebraska or Oregon. Pick one."
Quinn’s eyebrows rose in disbelief at their options. “Really? Those are the options?” She asked incredulously. “Can’t we go back to California? We could visit Santana and Brittany and it would be free accommodation,” she suggested, finally tearing her eyes away from a re-run of SVU.
"California has been crossed off the list. For about two years now," Rachel replied, the end of her pen tapping against her bottom lip as her eyes moved across her page. "There is a carefully thought out selection criteria in regards to our vacation spots. You know this already," she stated simply, scribbling a second and third line through Massachusetts.
Pressing the mute button on the tv, Quinn turned her body toward Rachel’s and snatched the list out of her hands.
"Hey!" Rachel protested, lunging forward to snatch back her book but Quinn’s longer arms stretched it over the arm of the couch and well out of Rachel’s reach.
Hazel eyes scanned the page, her eyes finally settling on the title. With a gasp, Quinn pushed herself off the couch and strode across the room. “What is this?” Quinn asked as she read some of the notes beside a few of the states that had been crossed out or scribbled over.
Rolling her eyes and folding her arms across her chest, Rachel stood in front of the couch with her left hip cocked. “It’s a list.”
"Oh, really?" Quinn asked, her tone dripping in sarcasm. "I couldn’t tell."
"There’s no reason to get snippy with me, Quinn Fabray. I was simply answering your question," Rachel replied, breathing out a huff as she turned her nose up at Quinn and standing her ground.
Quinn narrowed her eyes in Rachel’s direction, biting her tongue to hold back some scathing retort. She brought the notebook back up to her face and looked at it carefully. “Wait…” Quinn began, “is this a list of all the states we’ve had sex?”
"And what else do you think it would be?" Rachel asked, tapping her foot against the lounge room rug.
"We’ve never travelled to South Carolina," Quinn said, pointing out a flaw in Rachel’s list.
Suddenly, Rachel’s face lit up. “Technically, we were above South Carolina at the time, and I debated whether or not to include it, but that was the first time we joined the Mile High Club, so it was imperative it earn its rightful place on our list.”
"So it’s our list now?” Quinn asked, waving the notebook in her hand slightly, her eyebrows disappearing up into her hairline.
"Well I couldn’t have fornicated solo in all those locations," Rachel replied, before quickly jumping in to amend that statement. "Well, actually, I could have masturbated in each of those locations and there was that one time in Arizona where I did just that while you watched, but you did proceed to mount me approximately three minutes post-orgasm, so it made the list," she explained with a shrug of her shoulder.
Quinn took a few minutes to look over the list again, her brain still struggling to come to terms with the road map of her sex life with Rachel laid out bare on the page before her. Not every state they’d had sex in was accompanied by a special notation, but there were clear indicators of which locations Rachel felt held significant importance to their relationship. “Did…” Quinn paused as she tried to collect her thoughts. “Wait a minute,” she began, her left hand holding the notebook up for Rachel to see, the index finger of her right hand pointing to California and the note about the Pirates of the Caribbean ride next to it. It had been one of the last rides and Quinn had found Rachel’s treasure buried between her legs behind the treasure chest. “You didn’t even like the Priates of the Caribbean movies. You said you couldn’t stand having to watch Keira Knightley act with her chin. You… You’ve planned this!” Quinn accused. “Every place we visit, you pick a location and you make me… what? Christen it with you?” Quinn’s mind was a blur as she began pacing their lounge room.
"Quinn, you’re being a little ridiculous, don’t you think?" Rachel asked, knowing that it was definitely the wrong thing to say when Quinn whirled around and glared at her. "I mean, it isn’t as if you didn’t enjoy all those places. They just hold extra significance to us, that’s all."
Assessing the multitude of feelings coursing through her, she finally settled on annoyance. Sighing, she sat down on the arm rest of the couch with her back to Rachel. She was annoyed because she should have expected something like this from her girlfriend, and she was annoyed she hadn’t thought of something like this herself. She quickly counted the number of states - sixteen - and mentally chastised herself for having not noticed they were well on their way to making it halfway through the United States.
Rachel watched as Quinn’s shoulders slumped. She wrung her hands in front of her and took a few tentative steps forward. “Are you really that mad about it?” She asked in a small voice, genuinely concerned that she’d probably offended her girlfriend and worried because the couch really wasn’t that comfortable to sleep on.
A few tense moments passed before Quinn replied, asking a question Rachel hadn’t been expecting. “I know why Connecticut isn’t on the list. My roommate was a hermit who never left the room, but why is Ohio still on the list?”
Still a little uncertain of Quinn’s true feelings, Rachel took another tentative step closer. “Well, there was the last visit home when you were a little concerned about defiling me in my parents house, which I tried to assure you wouldn’t be a problem, my walls are still soundproof, and it isn’t as though I haven’t engaged in acts of a sexual nature there - mostly solo, but when I finally convinced you that it is almost like a rite of passage to have sex in your childhood home, well… Daddy came home and we had to sit on the couch and pretend you hadn’t just shoved my underwear into your jeans.”
Quinn cleared her throat, feeling a blush of embarrassment crawl up her cheeks as she remembered feeling like the pair of pink panties were burning a hole in her pocket and she was sure that the twinkle in Leroy’s eyes meant he knew exactly what they had been up to on his and Hiram’s couch. “I think, we should take a road trip back to Lima,” Quinn suddenly decided, glancing over her shoulder at the brunette.
Rachel’s eyes widened, hope rising in her chest. “You- You do?” she asked, hoping for clarification.
Quinn nodded her head and began to explain her reasoning. “Because if I had to be the Scarecrow in Kansas and Curly in Oklahoma, and something tells me that the second we hit Georgia, I’ll be Rhett and you’ll be Scarlett… then I want to be Head Cheerio in Ohio.” Turning her head over her shoulder to look Rachel up and down slowly, she added, “I still have the uniform.”
There was a beat and then a thundering of footsteps as Rachel disappeared down the hall. “I’m packing a bag!” she yelled out behind her as Quinn shook her head and smirked down at the notebook that had started it all.