Changed Directions

"Kate, tilt your chin up a bit." The camera flashed. "Perfect. You're all set." Quinn began putting her equipment away when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.

"How about you take a break and come join me in the dressing room." A nip at her ear accompanied the request. Quinn quickly pulled out of the model's embrace.

"Sorry, Kate, but I'm officially taken." She turned to face the tall redhead.

"Oh?" Green eyes sparkled as Kate chuckled. "Who's the superwoman who finally managed to make Quinn Fabray their bitch? Would it happen to be a certain hot nightclub owner that I saw you talking with before that brawl a week ago?"

Quinn smirked. "Maybe." She said with a wink.

You know, she never did officially ask if you'd be her girlfriend. So saying that you are officially taken, isn't exactly true.

Why do you always speak up just to taunt me?

I'm your subconscious; I'm supposed to make you think about stuff.

And does a subconscious always throw insults at its owner?

Nah, I just find it fun.

Great… You really are a mini Santana or something.

Speak of the devil.

"No, sir." Santana entered the room, Bluetooth in place and texting on her iPhone. "Sir, I can assure you that our company does not work like that. We do not condone forced silence on sexuality or most any other personal matters." She chuckled. "Honestly, we don't care if he's gay, blue or swears like a sailor; if he can sing I'll book him a trial demo." Ending the call, the Latina looked up from her phone. "Q, send the firehead on her way, your assistant is waiting for you. Plus, I really doubt Berry would hesitate to handicap a client who has their hands all over you."

Kate rolled her eyes, before sauntering out the door with a lazy wave. "Ciao, Fabray. Satana."

Quinn didn't bother scolding her friend, knowing it would be a useless endeavor. "Jess." She called out the door. A medium height, black haired woman, with thin-frame glasses perched in front of stormy gray eyes, entered the room. She also had a Bluetooth in one ear and held a Blackberry.

"Quinn, you've got an appointment with ANTM Wednesday at eight in the morning; something involving snakes. That's taking place down at their main shoot warehouse. Also, that 'gay hot spots' magazine wants you to take shots of some new, hugely popular, LGBT nightclub called 'Chan-"

"'Changed Directions'." Quinn nodded, smirking at the coincidence. "Sounds good; is that everything important?" The assistant nodded. "Feel free to go home to your fiancé; S and I will clean and close up here, then help B."

"No need to help Brittany; she's out choreographing a music video. The dance studio has been closed all day." With that last parting comment, Jess walked out the door.

Once she heard the elevator ding shut, Santana raised an eyebrow. "I swear that woman has decided she's assistant to all three of us. And I thought it was quiet around here. B didn't mention an appointment, though. Must've been a last minute thing." She turned to Quinn with a scowl. "We're cleaning up?"

The photographer chuckled. "It's is already put away; but Jess always stays late to double and triple check everything. I think Sean and her deserve some extra time together." Grabbing her travel camera and equipment bag, she left the room and stepped into the elevator, Santana following. "Care to go with me to Rachel's? I want to get some shots while the place is empty."

Santana snorted. "No, you just want an excuse to see your girl." Quinn felt a light blush stain her cheeks.

My girl. I like it.

She isn't yours yet.

Quinn scowled to herself.

She will be.

There we go; I was waiting for you to actually take charge some. Rachel doesn't have to be the one doing everything.

Wait… So you were actually being helpful? I must be dreaming!

Using sarcasm towards your own subconscious? How unoriginal.

Shut up.

Is that really the best you can come up with?

"BARBIE!" The shout in her ear slammed her back to reality along with a shove out of the elevator. "Jesus, Q, I called you about six times." Quinn blushed a deeper red. "And I declined your offer, by the way. I'm gonna text Britt and see which studio she's at. I love watching my girl work." Exiting the building that the three women had bought together once their careers had taken off, Santana and Quinn parted ways.

After hailing a cab, Quinn soon found herself standing outside the club building. She sent a quick text to Rachel, hoping the girl was in her loft above the club or in the club itself.

Hey, Rach. I'm outside CD. I've gotta talk to you about something. – QPix

Come on in, the side door is open. – RBCD

The blonde smiled; slipping around to the side entrance and stepping through the door. She found herself in the storage room behind the bar. Everything was neatly organized and she took a moment to admire the extremely large variety of liquors adorning the walls.

Suddenly, a pair of strong tan arms circled her waist, pulling her against a small, lithe body. Lips ghosted along her over her collarbone and up her neck, finally placing a kiss to a spot behind her ear that had Quinn's breath catching in her throat. She felt the lips pull away and hot breath flow over her ear, sending goose bumps rocketing across her skin.

"Hey there, camera girl; nice of you to drop by."

"You- y- you knew I was on the shoot?"

Wow, a few kisses and you're already stammering.

So not the time.

Quinn felt Rachel's chuckles vibrate across her back. "I actually requested you. I've seen your work, it's impeccable. Who wouldn't ask for Quinn Fabray to photograph their business? Hell, I bet you could make a cardboard box house look like a mansion if you cared to take a shot at it. Plus, it'll mean I get to see you in your element. There is something so sexy about picturing you with a camera."

Quinn felt a proud smirk stretch across her face. "Oh yeah? Well I bet you'll exude sexiness even through a photo." She turned around, wrapping her arms around Rachel's neck. The brunette pulled her even closer, till they were pressed together, thighs to shoulders, faces inches from each other. Quinn inhaled, taking in the other woman's scent, a mixture of cinnamon and something flowery that she couldn't place. She brought her head closer and tugged the club owner into a slow kiss, gently sliding her tongue across Rachel's bottom lip, but not pushing to enter her mouth. Pulling away slowly, she watched as a smile blossomed across Rachel's face, causing one of her own to mirror it. "Be my girlfriend?"

If possible, the smile grew wider. "To quote an old substitute teacher; I thought you'd never ask.