I Get To
She really hadn't meant to say it. Really. Normally she had good control over her brain-to-mouth filter. She'd had to do some fancy footwork to get out of it with the glee kids. Even then, Rachel hadn't been convinced.
Which, Quinn supposed, was a good thing, since she was currently removing said brunette's bra and getting a tongue bath in an empty classroom. If she'd known a simple slip-of-the-tongue was all it took, she would've done it weeks ago.
"I didn't mean to say it," she explained absently.
"It was so…hot," Rachel panted. "But less talking. More touching."