Will The Real Rachel Berry Please Stand Up?

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The qualities that Quinn admired most about Rachel were now rapidly becoming the things that irritated her beyond belief. So although her total focus on making it on Broadway and her obsession on never being at anything less than her best in any performance made Quinn burst with pride, her total focus on mastering the video-editing software recommended by Mike and her quest for visual perfection tweaking mere seconds worth of practice footage, was filling Quinn with frustration. Rachel focussed on a computer screen wasn't exactly a spectator sport and when she'd tried to co-edit Rachel had been huffing, puffing and deep sighing at everything she suggested or did - Quinn finally gained some insight into the extent of the control freak aspect of Rachel's personality where anything related to performance was concerned. Rachel had apologised, eventually, explaining she was used to working on her own with this sort of project.

Quinn sighed. Rachel had spent the week in seemingly endless discussions with Mike and surprisingly cordial chats and information exchanges with Santana whilst she had been ... well just the glamourous assistant. Except she wasn't feeling particularly glamorous now, that damn software was proving more of an attraction than herself.

"And here's me thinking only paedophiles need to know how to pixelate peoples heads on videos" she grumped.

"Quinn, we can't be responsible for the potential further bullying of the victims on these clips. Only the perpetrators go unmasked" Rachel explained patiently for what she felt was the umpteenth time.

Quinn sighed again. The afternoon she'd spent researching the rights of an individual over their images and the legal implications of covert recordings wasn't high on her list of 'Most Fun Ways To Waste A Few Hours Of Your Life'. Although to be fair, she could now cross Lima Public Library off her long list of 'places I have never made out in' once she'd finally broken Rachel's resistance down with a few well placed licks of an ear. Aural intensity indeed. She smirked at the memory.

"I still don't understand why you're taking such careful attention to detail when the whole point of this is to be anonymous. As in never found out. it's not like you can put your name on the end credits" Quinn whinged.

"Always worth having a plan B through to H in my experience," replied Rachel beginning to doubt whether she had in fact considered all possible ways her plans could go wrong. Being found out was not an option, at least not now. Once her super stardom was assured this would all be some amusing anecdote and her first step in a well-documented stand against bullying. Quinn could see the seeds of doubt beginning to take hold in Rachel's mind and knew it was imperative she distracted her before Rachel began to plan for even more eventualities.

"Run joey Run was very slickly edited, cleverly framed," Rachel gave her an appraising look - what did Quinn know about judging videos?, "and incredibly professional in terms of finished product - even if the subject material left a lot to be desired" Quinn distracted carefully," I think a remake is on the cards as I've been told I'm rather sexy looking in a leather jacket."

"Undoubtably Quinn," Rachel's eyes swept over Quinn as if sizing her up for the Joey role and a smirk hovered on her lips before she became serious again," but technology and software evolves quickly. Nothing less than perfection on this current production will be acceptable - just in case in the future this can be traced back to me. I think just a few more hours practise and I'll be sufficiently competent to unleash my skills on our actual footage." Rachel reassurred Quinn refocusing on the screen in front of her. Quinn sighed again - a few more hours? She'd been unduly optimistic when she thought she'd be happy if she could just spend the rest of her life staring at Rachel, she now knew she needed to cater for her touch, taste and smell senses to achieve true happiness. Watching those lithe fingers skilfully manipulating the mouse as a tongue peeked out of plump lips was pleasing to the eye it was true but she wanted those fingers stroking her cheeks and running through her hair and as for that tongue and those lips...