irish_piper

Saturday...

Rachel struggled to open her eyes when she woke the next morning, the crack in the curtain training a mischievous stream of sunlight directly at her. She groaned and shut her eyes again quickly, hoping the light would decide to shine elsewhere rather than right onto her face. She checked the time on her phone before putting it back on the bedside locker. '8:47am...right, back to sleep...' She felt the bed gently dip behind her before Quinn curled into her back, throwing an arm around her waist and sighing groggily into her neck. She held her breath for a moment, absorbing the feeling of the blonde hugging her close and listening to the sleepy rhythm of her breathing.

Rachel gulped as Quinn's fingers twitched, scratching her stomach over her nightgown, and her lips pressed gently against the brunette's neck as the blonde mumbled in her sleep. Rachel was about to giggle as Quinn muttered a few incomprehensible sentences that she couldn't quite decipher. It was adorable yet the brunette was also berating herself for getting turned on by the sensations the blonde's lips were causing along her neck.

She let out a strangled groan when she felt Quinn's hand slip dangerously low and grabbed the blonde's wrist, her face blushing and her heart pounding. The sudden movement seemed to wake Quinn who inhaled sharply and squeezed Rachel closer, intertwining their hands. Rachel was still flushed from Quinn's unconscious actions and pulled their hands up nearer to her chest.

"Morning," Quinn croaked, stretching out her legs with a groan before resting them against Rachel's once again.

"Morning," Rachel mumbled. 'She's a tease in her sleep and she doesn't even know it. Evil little –'

"You sleep okay?"

"Um, yes. Like a log. You?"

Quinn moaned in contentment and Rachel's stomach played host to a myriad of early morning butterflies once more. It wasn't a sexual moan in any way, but Rachel's mind had been thrown into the gutter since she woke and she was having a hard time pulling it out. She blushed and chewed on her lip, willing her heart to stop its onslaught on her chest, hoping Quinn wouldn't feel the quickening pace. "Totally. Think you wore me out."

'Oh Jesus there she goes again. How does one breathe? Well if you can't beat 'em...' Rachel smirked as Quinn's words tickled her ear and she turned over in her arms, hoping her face wasn't as red as it felt. "It was kinda late when we finally got to sleep, huh?"

"Yeah, you just couldn't stop kissing me when all I wanted to do was get a good night's sleep. It was just awful," Quinn feigned exasperation, as Rachel scoffed and slapped her on the arm only to make the blonde pull her closer and laugh.

"Says the girl who asked me to be her girlfriend a mere seven hours ago?"

"Wow, you're awfully exact. Are you keeping count?"

"You know, you're a right smartass in the morning," Rachel huffed, before Quinn kissed her cheek and moved around to her earlobe, grazing her teeth over the sensitive skin before embarking on leaving teasing kisses down towards her collarbone. 'What was I just saying? Damnit she's good...'

Quinn smirked as her tongue swiped over the brunette's bare chest and was sure she could hear Rachel gulp before letting some very shaky breaths escape.

"Y-you know you won't be able to get out of everything just by um, by kissing me," Rachel stuttered, her expression betraying her attempted stern voice. Her head was thrown back and her dark eyes were closing with pleasure, parted lips attempting to suck in much needed air since her lungs were finding it hard to get their job done.

"I'm just saying good morning," Quinn replied in the sweetest tone ever, an innocent eyebrow raised as her lips stopped their explorations at the top of Rachel's lace nightgown, moving back up to the other side of Rachel's neck, as her hands worked up her waist. 'Fucking tease...' The brunette couldn't handle the tempting seduction anymore and released her bottom lip from her teeth. She gave Quinn's hair a light tug to pull her head back up, looking into her hazel eyes before pinning her to the bed. Their legs became tangled and their chests heaved against each other for oxygen as their tongues duelled in a morning embrace.

"I hope you only greet me a good morning in such a fashion," Rachel panted in between eager kisses as Quinn's eyes bore into her hungrily.

"Hmm..." Quinn looked to the ceiling in contemplation as Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Just you, Principal Figgins, the lunch lady, the busboys at Breadstix..."

Rachel shook her head as Quinn laughed and kissed her once more. "Hmpf. Well maybe I'll have to reconsider your relationship status proposal."

Quinn gasped, pretending to be highly offended. "Surely you wouldn't break my heart after only seven hours and ten minutes."

"You're infuriatingly annoying when you're so smug, Fabray." Rachel tried to scowl at the chuckling blonde but their banter was forcing a smile to breakout. "I guess I'll just have to shut you up."

"You know, you are pretty good at that."

Rachel's legs were tangled in the blankets as they rolled around the bed, just as they had done hours before. She was breathing heavily against Quinn's neck as the blonde bit gently against her own, causing her to moan and squeeze Quinn's waist to keep from running her hand up further. The whole concept of taking things slow had never been a problem when she had been with anyone else. Sure, Jessie had wanted them to take that step, but it wasn't difficult for her to quickly say no. Finn had been obsessed with baseball terms and always referring to bases and whining about where on the proverbial field of play his teammates were getting to. She didn't understand his never ending appeal to touch her breasts and it certainly hadn't done anything for her the few times she had let him.

But when Quinn's palm brushed along the side of her breast she gasped and moaned her name. Everything felt so much more powerful with the hazel eyed blonde. She was constantly caught between wanting more when they touched, and wanting to cherish each moment they spent getting to know each other so intimately. She blushed as her mind skipped way ahead to what would be the finish line of the physical journey they were just beginning to take together and lost all concentration, her kisses losing power, her breathing ragged against Quinn's lips. She opened her eyes and pulled back to watch Quinn slowly look up at her, bringing her hands to rest low on Rachel's back.

"You're amazing," the brunette blurted out, a slight shake of her head indicating how mesmerised she was with Quinn, who blushed in reply before her lips were seized once more. Rachel was thinking she was going to find it very difficult to ever be in a room with the blonde and to not be all over her. Her ears were ringing with the sound of Quinn's moans and her fingers revelling in the feel of the soft, heated skin under Quinn's loose tank top.

A knock at the door brought their heads out of the cloud of arousal they were becoming lost in. "Morning! You ladies decent?" Kurt sang from the other side of the door.

Rachel cursed loudly as she removed her hand from Quinn's top as the blonde sat up in the bed and tried to fix her outrageously tangled bed hair, thanks to Rachel. In an attempt to fix her ruffled nightgown and stand up, Rachel forgot about her legs tangled in the sheets and tumbled out of the bed. Kurt didn't bother waiting for an answer and was curious as to what the loud thud was, so he sauntered into the room, jumping to kneel on the end of the bed and hide a snigger behind his hand.

"Oh my, is this some strange lesbian sex position I haven't heard of where one of the girls lies face down on the ground?"

"Very funny Kurt!" Rachel's words were muffled as she untangled her limbs with a huff and returned to the bed, glaring at the grinning boy, pulling the covers over her exposed body. Quinn was watching an embarrassed Rachel with a sweet smile and wrapped an arm around her once she was sitting down again. Rachel continued to glare at Kurt and wondered if their friends had a plan to always interrupt their intimate moments.

He lay across the end of the bed oblivious, and leaned back on his elbows, his navy silk pyjamas without a wrinkle compared to the tousled looks the girls were sporting. "Okay, so you guys totally missed all the drama last night with Lauren and Puck."

"Why what happened?" Quinn asked, only half interested. She would much rather be kissing the flustered brunette next to her.

"Well, okay so you know the way Puck has his whole pool cleaning thing going? Well it came up about how he used to totally have a thing for cougars and always, shall we say get friendly with the mammas who were paying for his services. And he was discussing this particular "milf" with Finn and Mike," Kurt rushed out, the need to gossip making him jumpy, finger quotes and an eye roll accompanying the acronym. "And it turns out...it was Lauren's aunt! I thought she was gonna throw him through a wall."

"Oh my God!" Rachel scoffed bringing a hand to her mouth.

"I know right? So after like, two hours of them fighting outside –"

"Uh where were we for all this?" Quinn asked in confusion.

"Hello? You guys went to bed early so you could stop making me ill with all your lust filled
gazing."

"Hey!"

"Yeah, hey!"

"Oh please," he waved them off, not even bothering to get into their issue right now. Besides, he was right. And there was funnier news to tell than two horny lesbians. "So anyway, after all the shouting and Puck crying –"

"Wait, what?"

"Noah cried?"

"Yes, yes, I nearly fell off my chair when I heard. Kinda like you this morning Rach." She dropped her jaw and stared at her friend with a shocked glare before he continued. "So anyway, eventually they realised it was this other Zizes woman who is no relation to Lauren. She just lives on the same street as her aunt. Isn't that crazy? It was so funny! Well not for them but you know, everyone else. Swear to God, it was better than Bridesmaids. And that is saying something. So then they had this totally gross, weepy, emotional making up in the kitchen and then proceeded to have the loudest sex in the world, ever, in the laundry room. I think I'm going to be scarred for a good four years for that one."

"That's...mildly disturbing," Quinn contemplated, shaking her head.

Rachel giggled at the drama and even though it sounded like interesting viewing, she was glad she got to spend alone time – uninterrupted for once – with Quinn, rather than watching a real life Jerry Springer episode. "Tell me about it...so," Kurt drawled causing Rachel and Quinn to halt their laughter as he sat up with a grin. "How are you guys?"

"We're just wonderful, Kurt," Rachel smirked at her friend as Quinn took her hand.

"Good. Hey I'm glad Finn was so calm yesterday! I was expecting chairs to go flying."

"Me too," Rachel agreed, recalling the numerous times he had kicked furniture across a room.

"Kurt I never got a chance to thank you for setting up the date the other night; it was amazing," Quinn interjected, as the boy smiled graciously.

"It was my pleasure. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Rachel begged me for three hours on the phone." Rachel blushed and kicked his legs from under the covers. "I'm just a sucker for romance. I hope you'll remember my part in it all when you write your first autobiography Miss Berry."

"Kurt, by then we'll both be starring on Broadway in our undoubtedly fabulous revival of Sweeney Todd and have won a handful of Tony awards between us...and possibly a Grammy for best musical theatre album."

Quinn scoffed, loving how big they both dreamed as they took off on a conversation they had started the evening before about their ambitious Broadway desires. She had goals in life too, and certainly planned on embarking on a college education next year somewhere bigger and more exciting than Lima, Ohio and never looking back. She just didn't see red carpets, personal stylists and acceptance speeches in her future. But if it was Rachel's dream, she wouldn't mind applauding her from the front row every time.

"...and by the time William is King, I'll have gained a massive following and the theatre world will totally be ready for 'Pip Pip! Hooray!'..."

Quinn tuned out when they began discussing Kurt's original musical idea, too tired to have to pretend she knew who Pippa Middleton was. She checked her phone to see she had two text messages from Santana.

Santana 4:35am
DUDE R u azwake? Pick annnd
Zizes dramz goin down its hilarious!
Luv u mi amiga! zxxxxxxxccxx

Santana 8:33am
Sweet Jesus my fucking head...

She sent a reply before tuning back into the animated conversation.

9:11am
Where are you? I'm in bed with Kurt
and Rachel discussing the importance
of Patti LuPone. Breakfast?

"...and then, she told me to promise her I would never give up. It was magical..."

"I wish you had taken a photo. I bet she looked amazing..."

Santana 9:12am
Couch. That's a weird threesome.
Please don't make me puke. Let's
go to IHOP. Be ready in ten mins.

"...and did you hear she's doing a concert with Mandy Patinkin in November on Broadway?"

"Mandy from Evita?"

"From Evita!"

"No way!"

"Way!"

"Oh my Gosh, we totally have to go!"

"Road trip!" Kurt said, clapping his hands animatedly.

9:13am
Cool, say it to whoever's around. Can
we go to that vegan place on Williams
St? Rachel has a thing about the
cruelty to the chickens and IHOP...

Santana 9:14am
Of course she does. Yeah fine, Brit likes
that veggie crap too. Stop whatever
fucked up kinky shit ur doing an get
ready.

Quinn sniggered at her phone and looked back up to see Rachel and Kurt staring at her expectantly. 'Shit, was I meant to be paying attention?'

"Um..."

Rachel's eyes met Kurt's and they smiled. Quinn felt the brunette squeeze her hand and lean into her. "Sorry, we tend to get a bit maniacal sometimes."

"That's okay. So are you guys up for going for some breakfast? Santana said to be ready in ten."

"Ooh, how about the vegan restaurant on Williams?" Rachel recommended.

"Way ahead of you. I know it's your favourite."

"Aww, isn't that sweet?" Kurt chimed in, causing Quinn to blush and Rachel to cuddle into her. "You're already whipped."

"I'll whip you in a minute if you don't get off the bed!"

"Ooh feisty!" He ignored her scowl, something that would have been impossible years ago when she was the ruthless social queen of the school. He liked the new easy going Quinn and could see already how adorable she was with his friend. He watched Rachel's eyes rake over the blonde's mouth and a look of awe wash over her face. "Well! I'll go find Blaine, see you in a few minutes!" 'Ha! There ain't no way they'll be ready in ten with the look she's giving Quinn.'

He opened the door and Santana was in the hallway joking with Mercedes. "Hey Q," she stopped mid laugh to roar at the blonde once she spotted her through the door, pointing a finger as she spoke. "You and your girl better be ready in five! Don't go startin' any funny business!"

Once the door closed behind Kurt, blocking out Santana's dubious eyes, Rachel climbed back onto Quinn with a devious grin. Hearing herself referred to as Quinn's girl gave her a thrill. It made it true and made her head spin.

"You heard what Santana said, Rach. No funny business," the blonde insisted as Rachel's thighs rested either side of her and her eyes trailed over her body. Quinn's cocked eyebrow and sly grin matched the mischievous look on the brunette's face and they once again crashed their lips together.

"Are they for real? I'm fucking starving!" Santana sulked, huffing and crossing her arms as she paced the kitchen tiles. Mercedes and Blaine were busy drawing a moustache on Artie as he snored in an armchair in the sitting room while Brittany was discussing Lord Tubbington's sneaky side with Kurt and asking him if he knew whether or not there were nicotine patches available for cats.

"Rwaarr, someone's cranky when they're hungry," Quinn announced, hugging the Latina around the neck as she entered the kitchen with Rachel. Santana slapped her away with a frown but Quinn knew it was just one of Santana's 'bitch I'm starving and I need to eat like right now!' frowns.

"I said ten minutes!"

"Yeah?" Quinn asked with an offended tone as she took Rachel's hand.

"It's like, ten o'clock already! What the hell were ye doin'?" Rachel's jaw dropped as she tried to hide a goofy smile and Quinn stared at the ground, trying to look innocent. "Ay Dios Mio! You know what, never mind. Q; me and you driving. Vamonos, bitches!" She threw Quinn's car keys to their owner who fumbled to catch them as she snickered at Santana who was muttering in Spanish under her breath as she marched outside to her car, followed by Brittany and a scared Kurt.

"Is that everyone?" Rachel asked Blaine as he and Kurt got into Quinn's car. The blonde watched Santana make Mercedes throw away her can of Coke before getting into her BMW. She had strict rules to keep the leather interior of her sixteenth birthday present immaculate. 'From the wrong side of the tracks my ass!'

"Yup! Everyone else is still conked out except for Lauren who I think is in the process of pulling a Linda Blair in the downstairs bathroom."

"Not surprising after her drunken sexcapades last night," Kurt added.

Blaine muttered "ew" as he put on his seatbelt, wishing he could unhear two hours from the night before.

Once inside, they joined Brittany, Santana and Mercedes who were seated at a large booth near the window, reading menus. There were a few patrons having breakfast in the modern looking restaurant and an upbeat Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros song was playing on the radio behind the counter, which automatically made Quinn feel at home.

Once they had ordered, Rachel took Quinn's hand and leaned back against the blonde who was sitting sideways, happy to sit back and take in the conversation around her. Quinn had to stop herself from leaning her lips against Rachel's hair and closing her eyes. She loved being able to feel Rachel near her. Just being able to touch the brunette or feel the warmth of her body nearby was exciting and gave her a new, overwhelming feeling of contentment. She played with Rachel's slender fingers absentmindedly and traced the lines of her hand, wondering what insight a palm reader would give on their future.

Rachel turned to check on the distracted blonde but was satisfied that she looked happy in her own thoughts. Her hand was tingling from Quinn's delicate explorations and it would have lulled her to sleep if she were at home in bed. Between the smell of Quinn's perfume surrounding her and seeing the blonde so fixated on her body, Rachel figured she could die happy right in that moment.

"Ugh check out Amber Miller and Kyle Harris," Kurt said with an eye roll as everyone at the table looked out the window to where he was sending evil eyes. A couple their age were walking hand in hand up the street and would be passing by the window momentarily. "They have to be the most irritating couple in school," he explained to Blaine. "I swear, if I have to sit behind them in chemistry this year and watch him stick his tongue down her throat for two hours a week I will separate them with a Bunsen burner."

"She's such an ass," Santana chimed in, holding out her hand to examine her nail polish. "Hope she gets kicked off the Cheerios. She does that uniform no justice."

"She's always mean to me in English," Brittany noted, messing with the salt shaker, missing the anger flash through Santana's eyes before she turned to glare harder at the oblivious girl outside.

When she passed the window, Amber Miller noticed seven students eyeballing her, and figured they must be jealous of her because of her totally hot boyfriend. She recognised most of the faces and sneered at Santana Lopez who looked like she was going to jump through the glass and throw her into oncoming traffic. She tossed her hair and ignored them, swinging their joined hands as they made their way uptown.

Quinn felt a surge of panic as Amber and her boyfriend got closer. She was sitting holding a girl's hand for all to see. What if Amber saw her? Everyone would know her business within minutes via text, Facebook and then Jacob Ben Israel's blog. She would have no control over who knew her personal business. Their personal business. No control over the judgement that would be aimed right at her.

When the pair appeared in the window she dropped Rachel's hand like it was melting her own, sitting up in her seat so that Rachel had to move away from leaning against her. Her heart raced and she wished she didn't do it the second she did as she watched the couple outside continue up the street. Everyone else went back to their conversations unaware of her reaction, but she didn't miss the hurt in Rachel's eyes as her face fell. She reached for her hand again but Rachel pulled it away and crossed her arms roughly.

"Rach, I'm sorry." She whispered in a pleading tone, hoping she hadn't hurt her girlfriend's feelings too badly. She could almost feel the anger and hurt Rachel was feeling, her expressive brown eyes concentrating hard on the wooden table as Quinn wished she would look at her. "I panicked, please look at me."

"Not now, Quinn." The harsh tone of her hushed words knocked the air out of her lungs and she immediately felt nauseous as her stomach churned. She wanted to kick herself. She had hurt Rachel; the girl she was falling for more every day and who she was now going out with. She barely noticed the waitress put her breakfast in front of her and could only manage to eat a few bites, her attention on Rachel throughout the remainder of their time in the restaurant. Whenever she would try to make eye contact, the brunette would start a conversation with someone else at the table and she would have to return to pushing her omelette around her plate. She wasn't as good as the brunette at putting on a facade and sat glumly with her head in her hand and her elbow on the table.

"You not hungry, Quinn?"

Brittany's innocent smile made her want to break into a violent sob. She just wanted to jump on the table and beg for forgiveness. She felt cold and alone without Rachel's hand now even if she was only a few inches away. The seconds were dragging on painfully. Her relaxed contentment had followed that stupid, stupid Amber Miller and her equally brainless boyfriend up the road, and left her to endure its substitute; torturous anguish. "No, I've lost my appetite," she sighed, swallowing back the onset of tears. 'Just get through this. You can sort it out after. Just don't cry.'

"Can I have the rest of your omelette then? I'm still hungry," she asked, eying up the practically untouched plate in front of Quinn, failing to notice the stressed look on her friend's face. Quinn mentally shook herself and managed to smile back while telling her to work away. She looked back out the window, wishing she could go back twenty minutes. Was she certain that if she could, she would keep a hold of Rachel's hand this time? Would she hold it proudly and not care what bigmouth classmate might see? She was almost certain she would, but would it be out of guilt or out of realisation that she was proud to be with Rachel? She sighed and finished her drink, needing a distraction to keep the tears at bay.

Rachel ignored her for the remainder of the meal and when it came to paying, brusquely informed her she was paying for them both.

"I got it."

"Wha'? No it's fine, I have mo–"

"I got it, Quinn."

She left it at that and sheepishly shoved the dollar bills back into her purse, Rachel still failing to make the eye contact she was yearning for as they all got up and headed to the cars. She drove in silence back to Puck's house to drop Kurt and Blaine off before they left for Rachel's house. The lump in her throat was getting bigger and the knot in her stomach twisting with every minute of awkward silence that passed. She wondered if she should turn on the radio but figured she deserved to suffer through the discomfort.

"Well, you coming in?"

She shot her head up at Rachel when she had pulled up outside the Berry household, finally able to look into her favourite brown eyes again. They weren't as warm and inviting as they had been in bed earlier that morning and the thought of how they had been hours earlier compared to now stung her eyes once more. She managed to nod before shakily tuning off the ignition and making sure the handbrake was up.

As they made their way towards the driveway Quinn noticed there were two cars, one being Rachel's. She really hoped now would not be the first time she would meet Rachel's parents, but of course Lady Luck was ignoring her requests this morning.

"Hey sweetie," a man called out from half way up a ladder next to the porch.

'Just. Fucking. Great.'

Quinn really wanted to cry now. How was she supposed to make a good impression when she felt like this? He climbed down and put the paintbrush he had been using onto one of the steps, before removing his gloves and wiping his hands on the paint covered t-shirt he was wearing. He was a tall, striking African American with a moustache and goatee. Quinn immediately figured Rachel looked nothing like him but they shared the same beaming, welcoming smile that she loved, which made her heart ache even more.

"Hi Daddy," Rachel greeted as if she had just been told she got a starring role in an off-Broadway production. She kissed him on the cheek, refusing to hug him since he was covered in paint. "Where's Dad?"

"Working. He should be back soon. Hello there," he turned to Quinn, extending his hand and that warm smile again. "I don't think we've met before."

She felt horrible having to pretend to be a sweet, bubbly friend of Rachel's who hadn't pissed her off royally just an hour ago, but she struggled and managed to force a true cheerleader smile. "No, sir, I don't think we have. I'm Quinn Fabray."

"Aah," he replied with a nod. "You're Judy's daughter, right?"

"That's right," she answered, hoping he didn't know her father too.

"Ah yes, I met her at Parent's Council meetings a few times. Lovely woman." She couldn't tell he if he was being sincere or not but she chose to assume that he was just being polite. "You're in Glee club with Rachel, yes?"

"Yes sir," she confirmed.

"Please, call me Joe. Well, dinner's nearly ready, you'll stay Quinn?" he more assumed than asked, putting his gloves back on and moving back to the ladder.

"I uh uh um I –"

"It's my world renowned vegan lasagne," he interrupted her stuttering proudly, hoping to entice her.

"I hardly think the annual Lima food fair counts as international recognition Dad," Rachel scoffed.

"First place is first place," he defended in a very Rachel Berry manner as he ascended the ladder, which would have made Quinn laugh if she weren't so stressed. "Now go set an extra place for Quinn and I'll be in soon."

"Okay Daddy."

Quinn didn't know whether to protest or not again but Rachel marched inside so she took that as her cue to follow and ran after her, mumbling a quick farewell to Rachel's father. Rachel was already pulling cutlery out of a drawer in the kitchen when she arrived in. She was cut off from speaking as Rachel moved briskly into the dining room to set up the extra place. She never thought she would feel so awkward in Rachel's house and it was making her feel depressed to have Rachel ignoring her. She hoped that a serious amount of grovelling would put them back on track again.

"Rach," she tried when the brunette walked past her again upon returning to the kitchen, putting a hand out to take hold of her arm. Rachel stopped next to her and eventually looked into Quinn's pleading eyes with a sigh. "I'm really sorry, please talk to me." She didn't mean to let her eyes well up but she couldn't help it seeing the frown on Rachel's face.

"Come on." Rachel spoke softer this time and moved away from Quinn, beckoning her to follow. Once they got to her bedroom Rachel sat on the side of her bed with her arms folded. Quinn sat next to her, fiddling with a ring in her hand.

"I really didn't mean to hurt you earlier. It was just a stupid reflex. This is just so new to me and it was the first time we were out together in public and I totally panicked."

"It felt really horrible."

"I know Rach, I felt so awful as soon as it happened. Please don't be upset with me."

Quinn was facing Rachel who continued to stare intently at the floor. "Is it because it's me or because I'm a girl?" The brunette's voice was filled with sadness, the anger lessening as she finally let her thoughts out.

"Is that what this is? You think I'm ashamed to be with you?" Rachel looked up and her anxious expression answered Quinn's question. "Rach, I can assure you I am not! How could you say that? I think I'm lucky as hell. I just need to get used to the fact that we're going to be stared at and gossiped about when idiots like Amber find out."

"Well, if you want to change your mind about us –"

"Are you kidding me?" Quinn asked surprised, tenderly uncrossing Rachel's arms and taking her hand as the brunette finally looked up at her. Now it was Rachel's turn to well up. "Rachel Berry this has been the most amazing week ever...and I know that we have something special. I'm not going anywhere."

Rachel nodded and Quinn could see she was holding in a sob. "I just felt like crap when you dropped my hand Quinn. Like you were ashamed of me."

"I was just scared Rach. It's a lot to get used to."

Rachel took a moment to compose herself before speaking quietly. "I know. I shouldn't have been so hard on you."

"It's like when I was pregnant. I could always see it in people's eyes. Their judgement and their disgust...and...I don't want anyone to look at you, or us like that. I don't want anyone to ever make you unhappy."

Rachel's lips curled into a tiny smile as she squeezed the blonde's hand back before pulling her into a hug. They both released relieved breaths as they held each other tightly.

"Don't you worry about what those idiots are gonna say," Rachel comforted, pulling back to hold Quinn's face. "Their opinions don't matter. We have supportive friends and that's all we need. Besides each other of course." She paused to watch Quinn smile back at her and the butterflies were back. "We can totally take it easy with the PDAs though, I understand."

"You know that I want to be able to walk down the street holding your hand like any other couple, right? I've just...never been one for doing it before so bear with me and I'll get there."

"I don't mean to push you."

"You're not," Quinn reassured her, taking her hands into her own. They shared a kiss and Quinn moaned, thankful that their falling out was finally ended. One hour of Rachel being mad at her was enough. It had felt truly horrible to know that the brunette had been hurting.

"So, I guess that was our first official fight," Rachel observed with a cheeky glint in her eye.

"You say that like there's going to be many more. One is enough for me thank you."

"Well as much as I hate being mad at you Quinn, you do know what comes after a fight, don't you?"

"Make up sex?"

Rachel lost her confident smirk and her face reddened as her mouth opened a few times. "Um well um yes, for couples wh-who have taken that step in their relationship. I-I simply meant that we would reconcile without um, going so far as to um..."

"You're so cute when you're flustered," Quinn hummed as she pulled Rachel against her and they fell back onto the bed to do exactly what Rachel had intended.

Three months later...

Quinn was putting her precalculus books back into her locker and had just taken her English books out when she felt hands curl around her waist. She smiled to herself and blushed, not even needing to see her girlfriend for her hormones to go crazy. She turned around and dropped her copy of 'Of Mice and Men'. She hadn't seen Rachel before first period as she was running late after sleeping in and wasn't expecting her top to be so low and her skirt to be so short. 'When the hell am I going to stop dropping things over her? It's not my fault, she shouldn't be allowed wear that in school...I need to have a word with Mr. Figgins, he's clearly lost control of the student body...I mean...those legs...shit, those eyes...' Seeing a mere inch of exposed skin on the girl sent Quinn's mind racing with memories of their time together the night before when Rachel's dads went to the movies. Since they had taken their relationship to the next level the month before, they seemed to use any available opportunity of time alone to be intimate with each other.

"Quinn, you seem awfully clumsy this morning," Rachel teased, bending down to pick up the book, letting her fingers linger as she placed it in the blonde's hand.

"And you seem awfully hot this morning," Quinn mocked as Rachel licked her lips and smiled triumphantly. She loved getting Quinn worked up in public. She always made up for it when she got her home.

She kissed Quinn lightly on the lips and stood back to look at her, her first period Chemistry class dragging endlessly since she didn't get to see her girlfriend before classes started.
"Hi."

"Hi there."

"You were late to school this morning?"

"Just made it to class in time," Quinn clarified. "Somebody kept me up late last night and I slept in."

Rachel put on a horrified expression to the blonde's amusement. "On a school night? How awful! This person must be such a harlot."

"Totally. She's lucky she's so incredibly irresistible or I'd be very angry with her for depriving me of sleep."

"Wow, well she does sound pretty amazing. I say you're very lucky."

"I say you're full of it."

Rachel grinned and hooked her fingers into the belt loops on Quinn's jeans, pulling her closer. It wasn't often the blonde wasn't wearing a dress or skirt to school but the denim attire was required for a Glee club outfit after school. The fact that she knew Rachel couldn't help checking her out when she wore them was of course not a plus. "Guess I have some making up to do."

Quinn shivered and had to remember the dozens of other school students that were milling around the hallways before the next class. She hated when Rachel would get her worked up so early in the day. It meant she would be counting down the minutes until they would hang out after school and she would get to release her frustrations. Since the summer ended, their lack of daily free time meant she spent most of her classes day dreaming about Rachel whenever she zoned out. She turned out of Rachel's grasp to snap herself out of her staring contest with Rachel's cleavage and closed her locker, giving a wave to Mike who was walking along the corridor with a guy from football.

"So," Rachel said, switching her own books to her other arm. "You coming over after Glee club?"

"Hmm I do have a lot of homework..." the blonde pretended with an innocent shrug.

"It's Monday and we've only had one class so far, Quinn Fabray."

"You see right through my lies," she sighed jokingly as Rachel rolled her eyes and they began walking to their English classroom. "I suppose I could spare five minutes to swing by after."

"I'll make it five minutes you'll remember," Rachel whispered into Quinn's ear with a wiggle of her eyebrows making the blonde stop in her tracks.

"Roll on four o'clock," Quinn said eagerly before catching up to a smirking Rachel and taking her hand with a smile. "Don't think there'll be anything other than studying going on though, Miss Presumptuous."

"Oh please," Rachel confidently waved off Quinn's false threat, knowing full well what would be happening as soon as she shut her bedroom door behind them. "Famous last words, baby."

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Author's Note: And there you have it! I really enjoyed writing this and I am so grateful to everyone who reviewed, especially those who reviewed so many times. I appreciate your words immensely. I would love for everyone who continues to read this story to please leave your thoughts, however brief. x

Friday continued...

"Quinn, I missed you!" Brittany announced as the blonde found her practically sitting on Santana on the couch. She pulled Quinn down next to her, handing her a drink. The rest of the party goers were either talking in the sitting room or playing drinking games in the kitchen. Mercedes and Tina were laughing hysterically in a corner while Mike looked on, totally lost in the conversation. He made his way past Quinn towards the kitchen, giving her a squeeze on the arm first. The music was blaring and everyone seemed in good spirits, even Finn who had stopped staring pensively at her. "Here, try this. It tastes like sun lotion, but more yummy."

Quinn took a sip to keep Brittany happy, even though she hated Pina Coladas. She handed it back to her and leaned back into the couch to catch up with her best friends. When Rachel came downstairs a while later, Quinn had been pouring beer into her glass. She forgot to stop pouring when she caught sight of the brunette in a dress that's length should be illegal, fluffing her hair as she looked around for the blonde. "Shit!"

"You seem a little flustered Q, you want a bib for that drool?" Santana mocked and Brittany gave Quinn a friendly tap on the back before the blushing girl jumped up to get a cloth in the kitchen. The Latina whistled in approval as a bashful Rachel watched Quinn rush out of the room and took a seat next to them. "Damn Berry, you're smokin'! You got Quinn barely able to function today."

"It's true," Brittany added. "You guys should totally make babies right now."

Santana snorted and patted Rachel's arm before getting up. "I'll go get you a drink." Rachel was never so happy that someone was going to give her alcohol. 'Dear God, hurry up Santana.' She met Quinn in the hallway as she headed to the kitchen. "You might wanna save Rachel from Brit; she's telling her she should be getting down an' dirty with you already."

Quinn whimpered and hurried back to the couch to see Rachel gulping and staring at Brittany with fearful eyes.

"...and like, all you would need are handcuffs and some chocolate body sauce and maybe a blindfold, and it would be totally hot. Ooh! Or, if you're not into that you could just get some whipped cream an–"

"Brittany! Hi!"

"Hey Quinn!"

"Please stop," she begged resting a hand on a tipsy Brittany's knee as she sat on Rachel's lap. The brunette gave her a grateful look and put a hand around her waist to pull her closer, resting her cheek against Quinn's shoulder.

"Aww Quinnie, but you guys are like, oozing sexual tension today. It's like this one time Santana and I were watching this movie online and it was super hot, and it made us both totally horny, but then her Dad came home so we couldn't have sex and it was crazy 'cos like, I wanted her so badly, and that's how you two look right now."

Rachel looked at Quinn and they stifled giggles. There was nobody cuter than Brittany S. Pierce, even if she did say the most inappropriate things to embarrass you. The comment about the sexual tension had not gone unnoticed and Rachel snuck her hand up inside Quinn's top, drawing her nails down her back. The blonde bit her lip to stop from arching on impulse and sent Rachel a warning glance, which was more "oh my God do that again" than "stop that right now".

"Ooh Rachel, we were talking earlier," Brittany exclaimed after sipping her drink, ignoring the shallow breaths Quinn was releasing. "How 'bout a little double date next week at Breadstix?"

"I would love to, Brittany."

Quinn was oblivious as Rachel and Brittany discussed the never changing menu at the Lima restaurant. The sensations from the nails that were scraping patterns lightly on her back were all she could concentrate on. Santana returned with more drinks and rolled her eyes after a while when she realised that the blonde was totally checked out of the conversation. She smirked as Quinn ever so obviously stared hungrily at Rachel; her eyes raking over the brunette's body, wondering what Rachel's reaction would be if she zipped her out of her dress later. 'Boy, I am a total mess...'

"I'm bored you guys, let's go play beer pong," Santana suggested after the Quinn and Rachel Sexual Tension Show was getting too much for her. If it wasn't Quinn undressing Rachel with her eyes, the brunette was touching her in some way to tease her mercilessly and they would both revert into their own world again. 'Jesus, me and B were never this obvious. Were we?' She looked at Rachel again who was looking sweetly at Quinn as she ran her nails up her thigh and the blonde gasped quietly, nearly dropping her beer. 'Ay dios mio! Nope, definitely not that bad. Talk about eye fucking each other...!' The Latina quirked an eyebrow at the oblivious girls and stood up, dragging them to the kitchen. Anything to break them apart for a second.

"So um, does it matter which side you're on?"

Rachel shook her head nervously. "Um no, no you can pick. I'm gonna go brush my teeth!" She hurried into the en suite of the bedroom and grabbed the sink to take in some deep breaths and examine her reflection. It was past two in the morning and they were the first to head to bed after Quinn kept falling asleep on Rachel's shoulder and Blaine told her to put the blonde to bed. 'Okay Rachel. No big deal. You're just sharing a bed with Quinn. You never shared a bed with Finn or Jesse but this is totally fine. It doesn't mean anything. Come on, you can do this.'

Puck had insisted they take his sister's bedroom before returning to the kitchen to start a game of flip cup. The music had been turned down in case the neighbours complained and now all Rachel could hear was chatter from downstairs and her own heavy breathing. She cleaned off her makeup and splashed her face with cold water, hoping it would clear her head.

When she returned to the bedroom, Quinn was sitting on the bed anxiously bouncing her feet and fiddling with the bedspread. She mumbled something about teeth and rushed into the bathroom with her toiletries bag and pyjamas, leaning her back against the door once she closed it. 'I'm gonna be in bed with Rachel...with Rachel...in a bed...' She chewed her lip and set about getting changed into her pyjamas shorts and tank top, humming to herself as she went.

She paused in the doorway when she got out and dropped her toiletries bag to the floor. 'She's gotta stop making me drop everything...my God she's fucking gorgeous...' Rachel was lying on her side with her head propped up wearing a black lace babydoll nightgown, the blankets lying down around her waist. 'That...is not...sleeping attire...' Quinn gulped. Why was it so hard to breathe all of a sudden? She tried to speak but it just came out strangled so she tried to cover it up with clearing her throat.

"You okay?" Rachel asked with a raised eyebrow, hiding a smirk.

'Oh she knows what she's doing, that evil little...' Quinn blinked a few times and strutted to her side of the bed, her eyes taking in Rachel's lingerie as she moved. "Oh yeah, I'm good," she purred before licking her lips seductively. 'Two can play at this game.' She scooted over to Rachel, running a hand up the back of her leg slowly to her waist, pulling herself closer so that she was half lying on Rachel. She watched brown eyes grow wide and felt shallow breaths hitting her neck. 'Not so cocky now Miss Berry...'

She stared down at the girl beneath her in awe of how perfect their skin felt pressed together. Rachel looked up at her with eyes full of want and tried to lean forward to kiss the blonde but she moved her head and kissed Rachel's neck. "You do realise I'm finding it very hard to control myself with you wearing that," Quinn declared in her ear, causing both their hearts to pound that bit harder. The words hung in the air around them making Quinn's head spin. She felt Rachel's hand tugging her hair gently to bring her head back up and look into her eyes.

"Who said I want you to control yourself," Rachel breathed out before capturing Quinn's lips. Her tongue duelled with Quinn's for dominance and she flipped them over so that she was now lying on Quinn, the need to feel closer growing within her.

Rachel's words were ringing in Quinn's ears as their kisses and touches intensified and she could feel Rachel's chest trying to keep up with her erratic breaths. 'Who said I want you to control yourself...oh God...oh God...does this mean she wants to – oh my God...but this would be our first time...it would be her first time...wait no, I can't. We can't...It's too soon.'

"Mmpf Rach, wait." She hated to stop her. She really hated to stop her, especially when Rachel's hands were moving under her top towards her breasts for the first time. But this was way too fast. Rachel sat up startled, legs either side of a panting Quinn, pulling her hands out of Quinn's top as if she was burning.

"I'm sorry, did I do something wrong? I didn't mean t–"

"No," Quinn stopped her as she tried to slide off her. "No don't move, please." She calmed herself before continuing, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. She couldn't handle seeing the wounded face that was searching for an answer, but she couldn't bear the loss of contact just yet. Her words were conflicting with what her body wanted so badly and it was confusing her. "I want you Rachel. I...I want to be with you. So much, like you have no idea."

"I think I might have some idea," Rachel offered with a sad smirk, raking her hand through her hair before dropping her hands to take Quinn's with a loud sigh.

"I just think we should do this right. Take things slow like we said. As difficult as it is."

Rachel nodded her head for a moment, the gravity of what could have happened sinking in and sobering her up quickly. This was her virginity they were talking about. A onetime only special offer – give it away and it can't be returned, even with a receipt. She was relieved that she had saved herself and was sure that Quinn was the one she was ready to share that special moment with.

But she knew Quinn was right. They needed to take time to develop their relationship initially before they could even start thinking about having sex. They were only seventeen and it would feel far more special if they saved themselves for when they were both completely sure about where they were at. After all; it was called 'making love' for a reason. It wasn't about being able to say, "Hey! Look at me, I just had sex!" It was about showing someone physically and emotionally how much you wanted them. It was a way to make someone feel how much you adored them and how special they were. They were getting caught up in a whirlwind of desire for the past few days and they needed to jump out of it so as not to be swept away by it.

Rachel wanted Quinn to be on the same level as her, and she was sure that things were heading in that direction. She didn't need to worry that it might never happen for them because if the past few days were any indication of Quinn's feelings, Rachel was really looking forward to the coming days; weeks; months. She looked forward to the day when it would happen and she would get to show Quinn just how much she loved her.

"And I know it'll be worth the wait," she finally agreed, running her thumbs tenderly over Quinn's hands. The blonde relaxed, momentarily stressed in case Rachel would not understand why she had stopped them.

"Oh it definitely will," Quinn moaned, butterflies having a late night disco in her stomach. She didn't mean to sound as turned on as she was. She really was trying to calm herself down but she was still being straddled by the hottest person she had ever kissed in her life and it wasn't her fault that Rachel Berry was looking like an Ann Summers model. Rachel smiled at her, causing her eyes to crinkle at the sides and all Quinn could do was stare in adoration. Rachel couldn't be more adorable and the blonde wanted to see that beaming smile every day.

Quinn wondered all of a sudden if this was what true love felt like. Her stomach was uncontrollable and her heart was in a sprint race with her lungs which were pushing out erratic breaths. She was feeling such an intense force inside herself telling her that she would do anything for Rachel and she pushed herself up on her elbows to meet Rachel halfway for a tame kiss. "You understand, right? Why I...stopped?" She needed to be sure.

"Yes, I do," Rachel assured, holding Quinn's neck lightly. The blonde relaxed into her embrace and kissed her hand before looking back at her, less worried than she had looked when she initially halted proceedings. "I know it's the right thing to do. I guess we got carried away."

"It has only been a week," Quinn pointed out with a momentary far away gaze, her thoughts stopping off on all the significant times they had shared so far. "I want this to be special for you Rach." She finished quietly with a timid expression, hoping that the brunette knew how genuine she felt.

"For both of us," Rachel corrected, wishing Quinn's tank top strap would stop falling down her arm when she was trying to tell her hormones to retreat. "I know it will be my first time, boy or girl but...I'm really happy that it will be with you."

Quinn felt her chin quivering and blinked a few times to push back tears. She sat up fully, wrapping Rachel up in her arms and kissing her hard. She couldn't speak right now in case she became a blubbering mess so this was the best way to show Rachel that the feeling was mutual. She began to speak after a while when she felt her body wasn't going to betray her and let tears fall down her face. "Rach, I know we're taking things slow, and I really appreciate that..."

Rachel felt so secure with Quinn's arms around her, her fingers twitching as they ran up her neck. "I would never rush you Quinn, I...you...you mean so much to me." She stopped herself from telling Quinn she loved her. She would wait until they were both ready to hear that out loud. She knew Quinn was aware of how she felt, but saying it out loud would be a huge step for them both.

Quinn's eyes sparked as she cocked her head to the side. She really was looking at the brunette in a different light now. She saw Rachel as someone she wanted; wanted so badly beyond her belief. She had never felt such a powerful pull to someone or wanted to pleasure them so much. She saw Rachel as someone who wanted her. It made her lose control of her body when she could see brown eyes gazing at her, and know she was wanted by another person so fiercely. She was afraid she was going to have a heart attack one of these days because it was beating so wildly in her chest whenever she was around Rachel. To see love visible in another's eyes, directed at her was overwhelming.

Finally, she saw Rachel as someone she was falling hard for. "And I'm starting to realise how much you mean to me," she spoke clearly, confident in her newfound feelings for the other girl. "I also know that I don't want anyone else. And the thought of you being with someone else kills me." Rachel blushed, loving whenever Quinn would open up to her. "And well, um...I want to..." Rachel was hanging on every nervous word that was coming out of the blonde's mouth. "I want us to be exclusive...and official...if you know, that's what you want too because I was thinking that maybe it is but if not it doesn't matt– oof!"

Quinn fell back onto the bed with the force at which Rachel hugged her, saved from rambling further. She giggled into Rachel's mouth when it covered her own and she held onto the brunette's nightgown, her nerves melting away. Rachel pecked her a few times excitedly and held herself up over Quinn, tossing her hair over her shoulder to be able to see the blonde properly. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Definitely? Because I don't want you to feel like you have to just b–"

"Rach, I'm sure, it's what I want," Quinn laughed as Rachel dropped down again to hug her and give her neck a soft kiss. "But you might wanna let me breathe though."

"Oops, sorry," a flushed Rachel mumbled into her shoulder before releasing her to let the blonde take a deep breath. "So you really want to go out with me?" Rachel was speaking to herself more than Quinn. The blonde bit her lip and held a laugh at how adorable the brunette was as she moved to lie next to Quinn with a lopsided grin.

"Rachel you have made me happier in one week than I ever was with anyone else. Think that says something about how special you are...how special you are to me." This time it was Rachel whose eyes welled up. She was eternally thankful for how things were turning out and she sniffled to hold back a sob. Quinn pulled her into her arms and she rested her head on her chest, holding onto the blonde's waist and relaxing into her warm embrace.

She made a mental note to thank Mercedes for throwing last week's party; Lauren for giving her too much alcohol which gave her the courage to talk to Quinn; Santana for not pulling her off Quinn when she saw them kissing; even Sue Sylvester for making Quinn join Glee Club in the first place...There were so many factors that had them end up in bed together declaring their intentions to become a couple and the thought now that the opportunity could just as well have passed them by scared Rachel.

It was merely a chance she had taken, to generate a friendship with Quinn and banish the awkwardness between them. She really didn't think that as they opened up to each other in Mercedes' kitchen six nights ago, and she had listened to Quinn's aspirations and opinions with an aching heart, assuming miserably that there would never be a day that Quinn would want her back, that it would turn out so perfectly. Her tears didn't fall. Instead she turned to kiss Quinn's neck and smiled against her sensitive skin, sighing contentedly. Quinn brought her face close to Rachel's, resting her cheek on her head until the smaller girl lifted her head and kissed her.

"Glee kids throw the best parties," Rachel hummed against Quinn's mouth, causing her to smile. She went back to her position of lying on the blonde and reclaimed her lips.

"Mmm definitely." Quinn had discovered a particularly sensitive part of Rachel's neck and wasn't really in the mood for talking. Making the brunette whimper was much more appealing to her.

"Oh God," Rachel groaned, grabbing the bed sheet and letting her eyelids close. "I thought you were tired."

"You know, I was," Quinn explained, leaving wet kisses along Rachel's jaw line. "But I seem to have found a new hobby and I just can't stop."

"Well I guess I'll just have to tire you out then."

Quinn smirked and flipped Rachel onto her back to switch their positions and watch Rachel's eyes fixate on her lips. "Hmm, I suppose you will." Rachel inhaled sharply, getting used to Quinn's hazel eyes watching her with so much longing. 'Quinn...my girlfriend, Quinn...wow...' She traced a thumb over waiting lips and pulled her towards her, ready to show the blonde how she would be making sure she slept soundly tonight.

Friday continued...

Finn was putting away the last of his cans as Rachel came in the door. They hadn't spoken much since the break up but they had remained civil to each other. Rachel's heart was pounding and she felt nauseous. She really didn't want a huge fight to erupt over this.

"Oh hey Rachel," he startled her as he closed the refrigerator door and offered her a smile, his tall frame looming over her petite body. "You want a drink?" He held out his can and made a move to open the door again for another.

"No, no I'm fine." She hadn't been this nervous around him since she had broken up with him over a month ago. It had been so difficult to do after everything they had been through. She never wanted to hurt him. She had loved him once, but she was in love with someone else now and she had to do what was right. She had left that minor detail out at the time though. "So how are you?"

"Good, I just finished work. The tyre shop was crazy busy today."

"Good, good," Rachel mumbled with a nod, not really taking in what Finn was saying. She hoped starting out with a civil conversation might make things go smoother. "How's Carol?"

"She's great, she was asking for you. How have you been?" he asked, not sure why Rachel was so fidgety and stressed looking.

"Um great, yeah I'm, I'm good. There's um...there's actually something I need to talk to you about," she managed to say before gulping and placing a hand on the counter in an attempt to look casual but use the worktop as a means for support.

'Aw man she's not changed her mind again has she? I'm just trying to get over her. I really can't keep up...' He opened his beer and took a long swig, thinking he might need it. "What's up?"

"Well it's nothing really. I just felt it would be best if you heard it from me..."

"You're not back with that douchebag again are you? An' I'm not just saying it as your ex boyfriend, but Jesse is a total ass. You can do a lot better."

"No, no that's not it," Rachel shook her head, wishing she had drank more than two cocktails all day. "I...I am dating someone though."

Finn nodded and took another drink of beer. He figured he would always have a thing for Miss Rachel Barbra Berry. He knew that they weren't right for each other. They were never going to work out. But it didn't mean he didn't still care about her or miss her. He felt a pang of jealousy but told himself to be happy for her.

"Cool. Who's the lucky guy?"

Rachel fiddled with the top of an empty can that was on the counter, avoiding Finn's hurt eyes. "Uh well um you see, that's the thing. It's..."

'Why the hell is she so nervous? It's not Puck, he's with Zizes. I doubt it's any of the other Glee guys. Who else could it – No way...No. Fucking. Way. Puck was right? Damn he spotted it weeks ago. I can't believe it's true...'

"Lemmie guess. It's a girl?"

Rachel's eyes grew wide and she stared at him in shock, dropping the empty can before scrambling to pick it up and remain composed. She looked out the window and could see Santana, Brittany and Quinn staring in the window, waiting for him to make the slightest move offside. Once she caught Quinn's eyes she relaxed again. She could do this.

"Y-yeah. You see, it's –"

"Quinn," he interrupted calmly, completely throwing Rachel off guard. She couldn't understand how he knew. But he did, and she was expecting pots and pans to be thrown around the room by him right about now. She was expecting him to be furious; red with anger and betrayal. Instead he took a deep breath, dropped his head and finished his can off.

"I can't say that I'm not surprised," he continued quietly as he got another can from the fridge. "I mean, I knew you had some sort of crush on her but I didn't think it would actually
happen."

"Y-you knew?" she stammered anxiously, confused at how her huge revelation had been not
so huge after all.

"Yeah well at first I thought you like, admired her or something. You were always watching her or talking about her...and you'd get all embarrassed when she was around. Puck said it a few weeks ago that you were totally into her and...looks like he was right. It was pretty obvious now that I think about it."

Rachel felt guilty for harbouring feelings for Quinn while she was still going out with the boy, but she was relieved at how he was dealing with it.

"So, are you mad?" she asked hesitantly.

He looked at her with eyes that told her he was unsure of what he felt or how he was supposed to feel. He put his can on the counter and leaned back against it. "What's the point? You can't help who you like."

Rachel blinked to keep her emotional tears back. "I never meant to hurt you Finn."

They had hurt each other by now so many times it was hard to say who had been worse to whom. There had been cheating, lies, jealousy, not being supportive of each other and their relationship era had eventually run its course. He was finally coming to terms with this in the past few weeks but it still hurt to know that there was someone else she had wanted more than him. The fact that it was his ex girlfriend made him snort out loud, startling Rachel who had been waiting for him to respond.

"This is really fucked up," he pointed out with a shake of his head as Rachel looked guiltier every second. He was torn between trying to deal with the information and feeling hurt, knowing that he wasn't the one Rachel wanted to be with anymore. "Did you...how long has this been going on?"

"Just this past week, nothing ever happened before we broke up Finn, I swear."

"But you've liked her for a while?"

She grimaced for a moment before confirming with a nod. It was easier than having to speak the words.

"And she likes you?"

Another timid nod.

"Well why the hell did we get back together then?" He was frustrated and trying to understand what had been going on in Rachel's head during that last month they spent as a couple.

"I genuinely thought it was what I wanted Finn. I was so confused. I would never have hurt you intentionally."

"And...and you broke up with me because of...her?"

She felt so horrible, seeing him try to hide the hurt on his face. "I couldn't lie to you anymore. Or to myself."

"Was it something I did?" he asked a moment later, his head bowed, fiddling with the ring pull on his can.

"God no, Finn, no honestly! You were a wonderful boyfriend. I just...I fell for her and I couldn't stop."

He made his way halfway through the second beer, looking up towards the ceiling before returning his eyes to Rachel. Her eyes were pleading with him to show her understanding and he dropped his shoulders. "Well what can I say? I'm not gonna stand here and stop you from being happy. We had our chance and it didn't work out. Hell, we had about ten chances," he joked. Rachel felt a few tears run down her cheeks as he spoke with shaky breaths. She was so grateful that he was being supportive. He eventually broke the awkward silence after a few minutes of them staring at the floor, processing what was happening. "So what's the deal with you two, you're dating now?"

"Yes. I wanted you to hear it from me though."

"I appreciate that. So who else knows?"

Rachel froze, afraid this was when he was finally going to blow up. "Um well, one or two of the gang. Or m-more. Um, Santana, Brittany –"

He rolled his eyes as she slowly tried to explain how many already knew, counting out on her fingers. He knew her well enough to know she was stalling and interrupted her. "Everyone knows, don't they?"

She dropped her hands and groaned. "Um well...yeah. Kinda."

"Great, they must think I'm a complete idiot. My last two girlfriends end up hooking up with each other –"

"It's not like that Finn," she pleaded, moving closer to him.

"Well it kinda is," he sighed, looking outside to see the Unholy Trinity watching him like hawks, Santana with her arms folded, ready to pounce. He rolled his eyes. What did they think he was going to do, murder her? He watched as she swiped her tears away with a shaking hand and he knew he couldn't be mad at her for following her heart. 'At least it's not Jesse St. Fuckwad...that would really suck...' "Look, don't worry about it. We're cool." He really hated seeing her cry.

She sniffled and smiled through wiping her tears, her cheeks reddening from her harsh rubbing. "Really?"

"Really," he assured her, relieved with himself that he hadn't gone off the rails at her. He knew it would have been pointless and at least this way they could still be friends. If he could handle it. He figured he would need some time first to come to terms with being around them. "Just...don't let her hurt you."

"She won't."

"Well I hope everything works out for you guys."

"Thanks Finn. That means so much to me."

He shuffled on his feet and turned for the door. "No worries. Well um, I'm gonna go an' down a bottle of Tequila now."

"Finn," Rachel warned lightly, hoping he wasn't going to drown his sorrows and end up a drunken mess later.

"Kidding. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

He gave her shoulder a squeeze and he was gone. She looked out the window to see him approach Puck and Mike. Puck gave him a friendly slap on the back and put a shot in his hand.

Quinn rushed in the door followed by Brittany and Santana, all wearing worried looks as Quinn took Rachel's hands. Rachel relaxed into her touch, glad that the ordeal was over. "I'm okay," she cut them off before they could start. "Finn was okay."

"You sure? 'Cos you know I can endz him right now Berry."
"I know," Rachel smiled gratefully at Santana who hopped onto the counter, Brittany standing between her legs leaning back into her. "Don't worry guys, honestly. He was a bit shocked, but he'll be fine."

Quinn moved closer to her, bringing her hands around Rachel's waist, searching her brown eyes to make sure she was really okay. Rachel finally felt safe again as her hands reached around Quinn's bare neck, droplets of water still running down her back from the pool.

"Well if there's no need for a smackdown, we're gonna go for a swim," Brittany stated pointedly, pulling Santana off the counter with a grin to give them privacy.

Quinn smirked at Rachel and kissed her fervently. She was relieved and the feel of Rachel's lips made her forget who Finn Hudson was. All she could think about was Rachel Berry and her magical hands which were tangled in her hair yet again and making her skin tingle all over. Rachel was getting distracted by the fact that Quinn was still only wearing a bikini and she was finding it very hard not to let her hands get too carried away with their roaming.

"Oh my God, Rach," Quinn breathed out, thinking out loud as Rachel kissed her neck and ran a cheeky hand down her thigh and back to her waist. Rachel's breathing became ragged against Quinn's pulse point when she heard her name being mumbled. She trailed sloppy kisses down to Quinn's collar bone until she heard Quinn moan, making her capture the blonde's lips again with need and pulling their bodies together.

They were interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind them and they froze before breaking apart quickly. Lauren sniggered as she walked in with plates towards the table, the two girls watching her with flushed faces and wide eyes.

"Woo! It's getting hot in here!" she hollered as Quinn squirmed and Rachel's jaw dropped. Lauren laughed again as the pair stared at her in silence. "You guys up for some beer pong? Or do I have to throw you both in the pool to cool you down?"

"No we'll be out in a sec," Quinn confirmed with a croaky voice, half afraid that Lauren would actually throw her in.

"Cool," she grinned, leaving them to look at each other, mortified, before they broke out into giggles.

"Oh my God that was embarrassing."

"Probably a good thing she walked in though." Rachel looked at Quinn in confusion as she gently pushed the brunette back against the counter and bit her earlobe, feeling Rachel's knees buckle slightly and her breath hitch. She smirked against Rachel's neck as the smaller girl clung to her to keep her balance, much to Quinn's delight.

"W-why's that?" she managed to sputter as Quinn's hands snuck under her tank top and her nails slowly worked up her back.

"Because you drive me crazy and I lose any self control I have when you kiss me," Quinn drawled out lazily against Rachel's thumping pulse, her lips ghosting up and down the sensitive skin as the brunette's head slumped back and her eyes closed.

"Quinn," Rachel moaned, digging her nails into Quinn's back and bringing her head back up. "I've never felt anything like this before. You...you turn me on so much."

She felt Quinn groan against her throat and her hands stop their movements. Rachel had been nervous to tell Quinn the effect she had on her body. She had never said it to anyone before and hoped it wasn't too much.

"Trust me. The feeling is mutual," Quinn reassured her, hearing the trepidation mixed with desire in Rachel's voice, returning her lips to Rachel's to show her.

"Oops! Sorry!" They stopped their heated kiss to see an embarrassed Tina paused in the doorway. "Bathroom," she chirped with an awkward grin, speeding past the girls to access the house.

Quinn rested her forehead against Rachel's and bit her lip, hearing her heart still hammering in her chest. "We better go before Lauren has to throw me in the pool."

"I might have to throw myself in," Rachel giggled, taking Quinn's hand and leading her outside. Her legs felt weak and all she could think of was the feeling of Quinn's body pressed against her own. She knew they were going to take things slow but things were certainly getting heated between them pretty fast.

She kept a hold of Quinn's hand while Lauren and Mike set up the table. She felt stress leave her body when Finn gave her a shy smile and a nod from the other side of the table. She could see him take a deep breath before he made his way around the table to them. Rachel felt Quinn's grip on her hand get stronger and could see her other hand balling into a fist.

"Hey," he announced nervously, directing it at Quinn in an attempt to break the ice. "You guys playing?" Rachel thanked the high heavens that he was being so mature and she felt Quinn's grip loosen and allow blood to flow through her hand again.

"Yeah, sure."

Rachel was thankful that Quinn was returning his attempts to be sociable even if she was still eying him warily. Brittany was keeping a hold of Santana by the arm to keep the Latina from going over and threatening him to watch himself. Once the game got underway everyone relaxed again and the drama from earlier was washed away by more drinks and merriment. Rachel could feel Finn's eyes on her whenever she was close to Quinn but they kept the affection levels low. Neither of them wanted to make the boy feel awkward.

By nine thirty most people had moved to the kitchen as the temperature dropped and the stars came out to watch over the town. Rachel and Quinn were back in the pool, getting some alone time before following the others inside. Rachel held onto Quinn's lower back and kissed her collarbone as she moved them through the water, Quinn clinging onto her as she released a moan. The blonde's head was thrown back, allowing Rachel access to kiss a slow path back up to her neck.

Once Quinn had brought her head back down and looked into her eyes, Rachel felt her stomach do flips again. Those eyes could send her over the edge with that smouldering look. Rachel gave a quick look over her shoulder, a few oblivious friends still around, and grinned at Quinn before kissing her and pulling her closer. They were getting cold in the dark water now but having Quinn's legs wrapped around her waist was worth getting hypothermia.

She heard Kurt leave out a scream and they pulled apart again, looking around to see the boy looking into a mirror with a horrified expression and a questionable hair style, as Mercedes asked him if he liked it. She felt Quinn sigh close to her lips and a hand run down her back and she couldn't help but shiver. Quinn was learning at an alarming speed how to drive her insane. She was amazed by the blonde and she loved getting to know every inch of her body. Quinn spoke and broke her out of her lust filled haze and she blushed, dragging her eyes back up from the blonde's bikini top to hazel eyes.

"This time last week if you told me I would be kissing Rachel Berry and have told everyone in Glee Club? I would have laughed in your face."

Rachel smiled, squeezing her toned waist tighter. "This time last week I was probably sitting at home day dreaming about you, thinking you would never even talk to me, never mind want me."

"Some week, huh?" Quinn stated with a grin, nothing but desire and warmth visible in her eyes which caused Rachel to lose her ability to breathe.

She smiled back and hugged the blonde into her arms, the water lapping around her waist as they moved gently through the empty pool. "Some amazing week. I'm so happy." She felt Quinn's hands playing with her hair and then lips crashing against her own, over and over until they stopped abruptly at the sound of a wolf whistle.

"Don't stop on my account, ladies," Noah shouted with a smirk, walking towards the house with plates of barbequed food. He winked at them and Rachel hoped he fell in the pool for abruptly ending their heated moment. 'Is everyone intent on interrupting us today?' She didn't like the way his eyes ran over Quinn's scantily clad body as he walked past and she muttered "perv", pulling her arms securely around Quinn.

She didn't realise she was scowling at him until she heard the blonde laughing at her. "C'mere you, silly," Quinn whispered, and Rachel was pulled in for another searing kiss. 'Noah who?'
All she could think about was how soft Quinn's skin was and how irresistibly sexy it was when her back arched into her if Rachel teased her skin just right. She was finding it hard to concentrate as she bounced them through the water, her tongue melding with Quinn's, causing moans to fill her ears.

She felt her back hit the side of the pool and jumped forward into Quinn's embrace with a yelp, resting her back against it once the initial shock of the cold stone had passed. The blonde slid out of her loosening grip and stood in front of her, their thighs and chests pressed together as their kisses grew louder and more desperate.

'Yup...definitely an amazing week...' Rachel thought as Quinn moaned her name against her mouth and she held onto the blonde's neck to keep from slipping down the wall as her legs nearly gave out. Rachel could feel goosebumps all over her skin, initially from Quinn's touch, but after a while it was from the cooling water and she began to shiver against Quinn.

"Think we better go dry off," Quinn conceded, nuzzling her neck and running hands up and down her arms.

"Yes, please do!" Kurt hollered from his sun lounger, causing Mercedes, Mike and Tina to snigger and whoop loudly.

"Yeah, get yo' butts over here before y'all turn that pool into a hot spring!"

The others laughed at Mercedes, as Quinn and Rachel blushed, sharing embarrassed smiles. Once they were wrapped up in towels and messing with those who were left outside, Puck appeared in the back doorway and called Quinn over. Rachel eyed him suspiciously and was about to question his motives until Quinn whispered to her that she would be back in a minute and left her pouting, sending death glares at the mohawked boy. The blonde had expected that Puck would be having a brotherly word with her tonight and she followed him around to the side of the house where the bass from the music wasn't as loud.

"Hey."

"Hey," he nodded as she pulled the towel around her shoulders, shivering lightly. "So uh, you and Rachel," he started nervously, trying to look stern. Quinn was never an easy person to be commanding with but he wanted to make sure she wasn't going to hurt Rachel. She had mellowed out since being the Queen Bee head cheerleader at the school but she could still be fierce if she wanted to.

"Me and Rachel," Quinn stated defensively. She rolled her eyes before Puck could continue.
"Look Puck I know you're gonna warn me not to hurt Rachel bu–."

"You better not, Q. You hated her not so long ago and if you step out of line –"

"I won't."

"If you fuck her over Quinn –"

"Puck, seriously," she stopped him, getting frustrated over having her feelings for Rachel questioned. "I like her okay? I'm not going to hurt her."

He was trying to be as stern as possible with her but when he saw her sincere eyes he held up and sighed.

"Alright Baby Mama. But you've been warned."

She rolled her eyes again. She really hated when he called her that. She put a hand on his arm and spoke softer this time. "I get it Puck. I appreciate that you care about her, okay? I know I've done some bad shit to her but...trust me, what I feel for her now...I'd do anything for Rachel."

"Guess you really like her," he accepted with a smile, nudging her shoulder and relaxing again now that he had fulfilled his protective duties.

Quinn couldn't stop her lips from curling into a huge grin as she confirmed her feelings. "Yeah. I really do." He watched as her eyes automatically drifted to the brunette, genuine adoration visible in her expression. He felt like he had done his part and clapped his hands together, ready to get back to the party.

"That's cool. Hey, so uh, if you guys ever want to mix it up – ow!" His laugh was stopped abruptly and turned into a yelp as he felt a hard slap at the back of his head. "Just kidding baby!" Lauren stood behind him, crossing her arms and Quinn sniggered. Puck rubbed his head and groaned.

"Uh huh, sure you were," she agreed sarcastically, before winking at Quinn and heading back into the kitchen. Quinn and Puck shared a smile before he decided he better go find Lauren.

"Hey um...I got your back too, ya know," he called before she walked away. "If anyone ever gives you guys hassle, just gimmie a call an' I'll sort them out."

"Thanks Puck." She gave a sincere nod which he returned before ducking through the doorway. Puck was a good guy and if he was on your side he would always be there for you. He was a lot easier to get on with once he stopped throwing people in dumpsters and got in touch with his musical side.

"What was all that about?" Rachel asked suspiciously with chattering teeth, once Quinn returned to her.

"Just a friendly chat. Nothing bad, don't worry. Come on let's go get changed."

Rachel was too cold to argue and followed her inside. She sat on Puck's sister's bed and rooted out clothes from her bag, tossing the towel next to her. Puck always took advantage of weekends where his mother would visit his cousins upstate with his little sister. He had been using the excuse that he had pools to clean all summer to stay home alone, but Mrs. Puckerman was always suspicious to find broken glasses or furniture hidden in the trash when she would return.

Quinn hovered over Rachel with her bag on her shoulder, watching the brunette drop her towel and reveal her halterneck bikini again. Quinn forgot why the hell she was leaving the room and sat behind her, dropping her bag and wrapping her arms around her. She kissed her neck, heating the skin as she went and heard Rachel gasp sharply.

"Quinn Fabray stop distracting me."

"It's your own fault. You're just too damn sexy," Quinn defended sweetly as Rachel leaned back against the blonde with a contented sigh. Their hands locked together and neither girl could get the idea of showering together out of their heads.

'Rachel Berry you are to stop these thoughts immediately. You will get into that shower alone and it shall be cold! Well...lukewarm, I am freezing...Ugh I need to get up, she is such a tease...'

'Quinn Fabray, get up right now. I mean it! Just unwrap your arms and go shower downstairs. Alone. Stop thinking about Rachel in the shower. Jesus if this is how I feel after a week...wow...'

"I uh..." Rachel squirmed out of Quinn's arms when the blonde's breathing was becoming laboured in her ear. She really needed Quinn to be wearing more layers. It was too much to have her half naked all day. She had thought about sex before; she was a teenager after all. But never as much as she did this past week. She was fantasising about Quinn Fabray far too much and her willpower was vanishing with every kiss. "I'm-I'm uh I'm gonna go shower," she blurted, scrambling to her feet as Quinn jumped up after her.

"Yeah totally, I'm gonna go downstairs to uh...um..."

"Shower?"

"Right," Quinn agreed with a goofy laugh, backing into the wardrobe with a light thud.

Rachel had gotten a tan during the day and Quinn couldn't tear her eyes away from her toned stomach. 'Eye contact you frickin' pervert! I need to get out of this room before I drag her into the shower with me...Oh dear God...!'

Rachel bit her lip and chuckled at Quinn's flustered face as the blonde almost ran out of the room. "Quinn?"

"Yeah?" she asked, popping her head back in.

"Your clothes?" Rachel was enjoying every minute of this. It was hard enough to control her own hormonal desires, but seeing that Quinn was enduring the same torture excited her and proved to her that the blonde was definitely feeling the same.

"Right!" Quinn giggled nervously, grabbing her bag and backing out of the room as Rachel watched her with a mischievous smirk. She hit the bedside locker on her way out and it was probably the cutest thing Rachel had ever seen. She shook her head and made her way into the en suite bathroom, her mind wondering the whole time how the girl in the downstairs bathroom was getting on. She really had not planned on the physical aspect of their new relationship to escalate so quickly, but there was something about being around Quinn that was driving her crazy and she didn't know if she would be able to stop herself if they started to take things further. She ducked her head under the spray of water and hoped it would wash away the images she couldn't help but conjure up right now.

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Author's Note: Happy New Year Folks! Please take the time to review, thanks! :)

Friday...

Quinn came back from her morning run feeling refreshed and awake. She did a few stretches in the driveway before making her way inside, giving a chirpy wave to her neighbour who was eyeing her suspiciously. The blonde usually looked highly cranky and not like someone who just won the lotto when she would come to a halt and stop the timer on her watch outside her house, trying to catch her breath.

Quinn figured she probably looked like a complete idiot running through the park with a smile plastered on her face, but she couldn't help it. Not today, after her perfect date last night. She was in a really good mood. She kept replaying the previous night in her head as she pumped her arms and moved swiftly through her favourite worn dirt pathways, excited for Puck's pool party, mainly because it meant spending time with Rachel.

After downing an isotonic drink in the kitchen she headed to her room and checked her phone which told her she had seven new messages and a missed call from Rachel.

'Oh God what's after happening?'

Tina 8:13am
Hey Quinn, just off the phone with
Mercedes. Really happy for u &
Rachel. Told Mike, he sends his
love too. You going to Puck's later?

'Ah I see...wow, Mercedes is a fast worker!' She sat at her desk, continuing through the rest.

Mike 8:15am
Mercedes told me she would cut me
if I didn't text you guys. Makes no
diff. to me who dates who, ur still
both wicked cool chicks.

'Aww he's so cute.' Quinn always thought that Mike was the perfect boy; a perfect gentleman to his girlfriend, never crass or rude to others and an amazing dancer. She was really happy for him and Tina and delighted with their support.

Artie 9:20am
Whatup Quinn, so I hear u hooked
up wit Rachel. Hope it all works
out for u guys. Y'all hav my
support. Catch ya at Pucks.

Quinn was welling up with each message full of support and free of judgement. It felt so amazing. She couldn't believe Mercedes had told so many people for them already, but it was done. It was out there and the more people they had in a supportive network to rely on the better.

Sam 9:33am
Hey Quinn, how's Lima doing w/out
me? Got an interesting call from Jones
last nite. I'm gone a few weeks and I
miss all d drama? Anyway, I'm happy
for u. Hudson wasnt gud enuf for
either of u.

'Aww Sam... ' She felt bad for her ex who had to start all over in Michigan just weeks after getting together with Mercedes and thought it was really sweet of him to contact her. A lot of guys could be weird about their ex hooking up with a girl.

Puck 9:34am
Jones woke me up at 7 FUCKIN
A.M. to tell me u an my fellow Jew are
a thing. Glad to see u finally got some
good taste – apart from me dat is!
Treat her good Fabray. U lesbots
comin 2day ya?

She rolled her eyes. 'Lesbots...' Only Puck could get away with calling her something stupid like that. She knew him enough to know it was his way of showing her that he didn't care. She gulped, hoping he wouldn't be too hard on her later on. He would always look out for Rachel and if he thought she was ever going to hurt the brunette he would definitely have something to say about it.

Mr. Schu 9:45am
Hello Quinn and Rachel. Hope
you are enjoying the summer
holidays. Mercedes filled me in on
your news...I'm not really sure why.
But good job and if ye need anything,
I can get Ms. Pilsbury to talk to you.
Will

She laughed when she saw her teacher's name on the screen. 'Oh Jesus Christ, did she announce it on CNN Wordlwide as well?' She did think it was sweet of him to text them both. It would make it easier when they were back at school knowing there was a member of faculty there if they needed.

Lauren 9:48am
So my cocktails DO make people go
gay! Awesome! Srsly tho, happy for
u 2 luvbirds. Celebratory shots later!

She let out a loud chuckle at Lauren's text, realising that thought had flashed through her own mind in her initial panic over that first kiss. She took a moment to think about all the messages she had just read. Not one negative person. Nobody with disgust or hatred. She owed Mercedes big time for being so sweet and doing the hard part for them. Once she had sent a message of gratitude to Mercedes, she went into her missed calls and rang Rachel, turning on her laptop as she waited for an answer.

"Hello?" Rachel answered, out of breath and panting.

"Rach?"

"Quinn! Sorry I nearly fell off the elliptical," she groaned still trying to calm her breathing. Quinn tried not to laugh but the image of Rachel scampering off the cross-trainer to get to her phone was too amusing for her. "It's not funny!"

"You're right it's not," she teased, listening to Rachel huff as she checked her e-mails and Facebook.

"I could have ended up stranded on my floor with a broken leg o-o-or dying!"

"You're right, I'm sorry," Quinn deadpanned, connecting to the internet. "How will I ever make it up to you?"

She heard Rachel clear her throat nervously. "Yes well, don't think that you can win me over every time by using that irresistibly sexy voice of yours, Quinn Fabray."

Quinn blushed. 'Awesome, I totally know how to get out of trouble with her now...' "So did you get an onslaught of messages this morning too?"

"I sure did," Rachel confirmed with a laugh. "I can't believe she told Mr. Schuster!"

"I know!"

"Everyone seems okay with it so far anyway."

Quinn sensed worry in Rachel's tone. "Don't worry about Finn. If he so much as raises his voice I will barbeque his stupid head." Quinn was getting agitated just thinking about the possibility of Rachel having to endure hassle from the tall boy.

"Aww you're cute when you're all angry and protective."

"Yeah well..." Quinn pouted, imagining slamming the barbeque lid down on the quarterback's head. "If he steps out of line..."

"Then I'll summon my knight in shining armour and you can stab him with a kebab skewer."

"Ooh I like it!"

"Quinn! I'm only joking, I hope you are too."

"Of course," Quinn defended sweetly, half contemplating the idea, half messing.

"Hmm," Rachel sounded unconvinced but continued anyway. "Okay well I better get back to my workout, I gotta go grocery shopping with my Dad after. I can't wait to see you though."

Quinn smiled at the shyness in Rachel's voice. "I've been looking forward to it all morning. Ooh! Santana's calling me, I'll see you later, and don't fall off the elliptical!"

"I'll try, smartass."

"Hey San," Quinn greeted, as she googled for a website that would give her the meanings of the flowers. She had been curious since Rachel had given them to her the night before, remembering the names of each one distinctly.

"So did you hear that Quinn Fabray and Rachel Berry are an item? Everyone's talking about it."

"You're a dumbass," Quinn rolled her eyes, hearing Santana cackling on the other end of the line.

"Less of it, Lesbos. I've spent the morning being your Press Officer and I kinda had other plans."

"Oh God, was everyone calling you?"

"Yes. Since eight a.m."

"Oops."

"And I was at Brittany's," Santana stressed through gritted teeth, knowing that Quinn would realise what had been interrupted. "I wanted to take her out to breakfast earlier, not listen to everyone who was ever in McKinley High Glee Club since the dawn of time gush about how wonderful it is that you two are finally knocking boots."

Quinn huffed as she clicked into a local florist's website that had a list of the 'meanings of flowers'. "Santana will you stop saying that?"

"Why, am I embarrassing you?" the Latina teased as the blonde blushed. She had gone for a run to clear her mind and calm her hormonal body down. She couldn't stop thinking about Rachel's body, Rachel's voice, Rachel's moans... 'Oh fuck you anyway Santana there I go again...'

"No," she stated calmly to her friend who was laughing at her. "I just don't need everyone speculating on my sex life. I had enough of that two years ago."

Santana sighed. She hated being made to feel guilty. "Fine, whatever. So how was last night?"

"Amazing. She brought me to that lake we used to go to with the Girl Scouts, remember the one? Kurt and Blaine had gone up there before hand and set up all these lights, and a picnic, it was so sweet."

She described every detail with a faraway gaze, remembering the way she had felt when she had walked into the clearing. She felt butterflies as the memories of kissing and being so close to Rachel excited her once again. Santana had to admit to her that the compilation CD was a very sweet gesture.

"Oh look at you two," Santana drawled. "Very romantic indeed. I didn't know Streisand was such a stud. So what's your deal, are you an official couple yet? Should I be organising a bachelorette party? A moving in party? A coming out party?"

"Santana will you stop already!" She felt her cheeks heating up as she scolding her teasing friend. Making Quinn become uncomfortable about Rachel was her new favourite early morning game. "We're...dating. Taking it slow."

"Yawn."

"I don't want to rush things," the blonde explained.

"But you like her?"

"Yeah. A lot."

Quinn heard the brunette sigh and could picture her rolling her eyes.

"And you wanna date her?"

"Yeah."

"And you wanna be her girlfriend?"

"Yes well, after a while, okay? I need to take it slow. Santana you know how she feels about me."

"The entire Western world knows how she feels about you," Santana pointed out.

"Well then you see why I can't rush things. I can't hurt her. I need to be totally sure I can do this."

"Look Q, I see where you're coming from. But I definitely think you guys are gonna be great together."

"Aww thanks San," Quinn gushed, welling up. Sweetheart-Santana was making an awful lot of appearances these days.

"Yeah it's cool," the Latina hurried, hearing Quinn sniffling back tears, having reached her quota of mush for the day. "So what time are you guys heading to Puck's?"

"Well I'm picking Rachel up at three–"

"Whipped!"

"Says Santana Lopez, the biggest sap of all?" Quinn retorted.

"Touché," Santana conceded tiredly; a rare victory for the blonde.

Quinn sat back in the chair as they continued chatting before remembering she needed to warn Santana. "Now, Rachel is telling Finn about us today so–"

"Oh awesome, you want me to go all John Cena on his ass if he's a dick? No problem. I can take that dim Sasquatch down like that!" Quinn heard Santana snap her fingers as the brunette continued her tirade. Even if she was spouting imaginative, violent means to end Finn Hudson, it was nice to know that they had the support of the feared Latina. "...and if he so much as touches you or Berry I will shove a hotdog so far up his –"

"First of all, I can't believe you referenced wrestling you closet geek. And secondly, that's enough maniacal threats for today," Quinn interrupted as Santana's voice grew louder.

"Shut up, Brittany's always watching it. Alright well just know I got your back."

"I know. Thanks San."

Once the girls had finished discussing what they were wearing and said their goodbyes, Quinn scrolled through the list of flower meanings on her screen. She really wanted to go for a shower but she needed to do this first. She had been curious all morning to find out the secret significance of the flowers. Arbutus, red carnations, red roses and white violets...she could remember Rachel's timid expression as the brunette named out each one. She read out the first description and her heart jumped.

'Arbutus... Thee Only Do I Love'

'Wow...' Quinn exhaled unsteadily, staring at the words in front of her. She wasn't sure if her heart was going to explode out of her chest or not. Rachel was telling her in her own way how she felt. Quinn knew of Rachel's feelings already. She could see it in those soulful eyes that gazed at her, telling her if she wanted to hear it, that Rachel Berry was madly in love with Quinn Fabray. To see it written in front of her was making her mind reel again with thoughts of how much she wanted to be with the brunette.

'Carnation (Red) - My Heart Aches For You; Admiration'

Scrolling down further and reading the next meaning had her wishing Rachel was there right now so she could hold her tight and show her that the brunette was quickly taking over her heart. As she scrolled further to the next meaning she didn't need to read it to know what the infamous flower stood for.

'Rose (Red) - Love, I Love You'

She bit her lip and smiled as she read the last meaning.

'Violet (White) - Let's Take a Chance'

'Let's take a chance indeed...'

"Hi," Rachel called out, opening the trunk of Quinn's car and dumping a box full of food and drinks inside. She beamed at the smirking blonde as she bounced into the passenger seat just as Quinn had turned off the engine and unbuckled her belt with the intention of going to knock on the front door. It was exactly three o'clock, just as she had promised. Rachel leaned across to give Quinn a kiss on the cheek, the blonde's face tingling from the touch. She really wished she didn't get flushed so easily from the slightest touch of Rachel's lips but she couldn't help it.

The brunette threw her bag down by her feet and pulled her seatbelt across as Quinn watched her in awe. In a simple sundress with minimal jewellery Rachel looked dazzling to her. Her hair was shining as the light streamed through the windscreen, illuminating the inside of the car. Quinn leaned back over to Rachel, who was watching her with a warm smile. She could feel the brunette's breath hitch and see her eyelids droop as she leaned across and took hold of her waist.

"Are your Dads looking out the window as we speak?" she whispered teasingly, tracing her fingers up and down Rachel's side.

"Uh no, no they're um, they're shopping," Rachel almost squeaked out, running a hand up Quinn's arm that was pulling her closer, gripping her shoulder lightly to control herself. Blonde hair was falling over mischievous hazel eyes that were taking in every movement Rachel made; every lick of her lips, every gasp as she inched closer. Quinn smirked, mumbled "good" and pushed further across the seats to meld their lips together. As soon as the contact was made, Rachel inhaled sharply against her to get much needed air from holding her breath.

Her fingers danced into Quinn's hair and their lips pressed together over and over in what was the most heated greeting Rachel had ever been given. The whole time, the words from her laptop screen rolled through Quinn's mind. 'Thee Only Do I Love... My Heart Aches For You...I Love You... Let's Take a Chance...' It made her hold Rachel tighter, kiss her harder, made her heart beat faster. She could see it in Rachel's eyes so clearly; those words, those feelings and it opened a swell of emotion within her.

Quinn was playing with the bikini string around Rachel's neck and it was driving them both crazy. Every graze of Quinn's fingers across Rachel's skin was making her back arch to get closer to the blonde. It was making Quinn imagine what would happen if she pulled on the string and she felt her stomach jumping uncontrollably.

'God, what does she do to me?'

She pulled away and gave Rachel one last kiss before they got carried away. It took the brunette a few seconds to open her eyes and connect them with Quinn's which were watching her patiently.

"That was..."

"Yeah," Quinn agreed breathlessly, stroking Rachel's cheek, loving how her skin had become warmer during their embrace. They looked at each other for a moment before Quinn reluctantly pulled back to her own seat with a steadying breath and a hand through her hair to smooth it down. She didn't care if Rachel tousled her hair every time they kissed and she ended up looking like she was dragged backwards through a bush. 'Rachel could run her hands wherever she likes...oh Jesus almighty how am I gonna handle being in a goddamn pool with her today?'

She smiled nervously at Rachel who was watching her with an amused curiosity. She was frantically trying to stop the images running through her mind as she struggled to get the buckle of her seatbelt into the latch. 'Oh my God please stop. Can't stop thinking of her without that dress on...in her bikini...like in her Facebook profile photo...she's going to be so hot in the pool...touching me...oh my God oh my God!...she's looking at me funny...probably because she knows I'm being a total creep in my head...okay think of something else. Anything else! Puppies, rainbows, the weather. Weather! Weather is good. The weather is awesome today! Perfect for sunbathing! Mmm Rachel sunbathing...in her bikini...' She groaned and bit her lip, gripping the steering wheel tightly. This was going to be more difficult than she thought.

She held Rachel's hand on the way to Puck's house and had to concentrate hard on the road so as not to be distracted by the feel of Rachel rubbing patterns over her hand. She loved having that contact between them and knowing that Rachel wanted to be with her. She hid a smirk to herself as she pulled up outside Puck's house. She was glad that most of the people at the party already knew about her and Rachel now because she was finding it harder every minute not to touch her.

"You ready for this?" Rachel asked, looking around and seeing a few cars already parked up. She was glad to see Finn's car wasn't there yet.

Quinn thought about the week gone by and all that had changed since last Saturday night. Her whole life seemed different now. Different in a good way. She turned to Rachel and lifted their joined hands, kissing Rachel's. "I'm ready." Rachel seemed to relax her shoulders at her words, ready to face everyone as long as Quinn was with her.

As soon as they were out of the car they could hear summer party music coming from Puck's backyard. Laden down with boxes of food and bottles of drink they headed around the house to see Brittany doing a somersault into the pool, splashing a shrieking Santana who was floating on an inflatable ring and Tina and Mike who were standing by the edge. Rachel laughed as Brittany overturned her flailing girlfriend from under the surface and Santana came back up spitting water out, ready to kill the laughing blonde.

Lauren was busy making cocktails and Puck was setting up the barbeque. "Ladies!" he greeted warmly, jogging over to them and taking the box from Rachel before she dropped it. They set everything down on a table and he thanked them for bringing so much. "Glad to see you guys could make it. Figured you might forget to show face with all the making out." Rachel punched his arm and Quinn glared at him as he threw an arm around both girls and hugged them tightly. "I'm just kidding. I'm happy for you, I hope you know that."

"Thank you Noah," Rachel answered sincerely, giving him a squeeze while a wary Quinn continued to glare.

"If you're gonna be a total pig today Puckerman I will–"

"Woah woah, Q, I'll be good I promise. You know I respect you two," he assured, directing them towards the makeshift bar and his girlfriend. Quinn did know this but wanted to ensure he wasn't going to make them the butt of his jokes for the day. She didn't want Rachel to have to endure any teasing or hardship. She would see to it that the brunette would enjoy their day.

"A welcome gift!" Lauren hailed, holding out two cocktail glasses with a devilish grin. "Careful though," she warned with a wink. "I hear they may have serious side effects on some people."

A few hours in and Quinn was playing volleyball in the pool with Santana while Rachel and Kurt were sunbathing and drinking cocktails. The first round of barbeque food had been served up and the party was in full swing. Half of the gang were in the pool while the others were choosing the less active lying around and soaking up the sun.

"Ow!" Quinn howled as the ball hit her above her eye. She looked at Santana to give her a glare but the Latina was laughing too hard to notice.

"Dude I swear to God, you're gonna get a concussion if you don't stop ogling Berry."

"I am not!"

"That's three times now."

"Is not!"

Santana raised an eyebrow and Quinn threw the ball back to her with force but the brunette caught it easily, still laughing to herself over the blonde's flustered state. She was right of course. Quinn really did need to cool down. Hence why she had left her sun lounger and headed for the water, dragging Santana with her. She had been staring way too much at Rachel from behind her sunglasses and was getting herself far too turned on. She chanced a look again and licked her lips as Rachel took a sip of her cocktail and a few drops fell onto her thigh. 'Quinn Fabray you stop thinking what you're thinking right now! You're being totally obvious! But holy crap she's hot...I would so love to – ow!'

"Santana!"

"I believe that's four times," she cackled as Quinn rubbed her other eye before ducking under water to cool her flushed face. "Think it's time to retire, you're too much of a horndog today," Santana teased once Quinn had resurfaced, making her blush harder all over again. They swam to the side of the pool where they had left their beers and sat on the edge, leaving their legs dangling in the bobbing water.

Brittany was playing a drinking game on the other side of the pool with Mike, Puck and Lauren. Once victory was hers she whooped, jumped into the water and swam over to the two girls, holding herself in place by Santana's legs.

"Hey Quinn? Rachel is looking pretty hot today," she pointed out, causing all three to watch the brunette giggling with Kurt.

"Oh trust me Brit, Quinn knows," Santana drawled, wiggling her eyebrows at her. Quinn nudged the brunette with her shoulder and Brittany laughed, hauling herself up onto the edge next to Santana, wrapping an arm around her waist. The Latina offered her girlfriend her drink as the three girls sat and watched the rest of the gang for a while.

"But seriously Quinn, everything's good now?" Brittany asked after a while, kicking waves absentmindedly across the water.

"Yeah everything is great Brit. She makes me really happy."

"I'm glad. Lord Tubbington told me it would work out. He is one smart kitty." Brittany nodded to herself, wondering how her cat had gained so much knowledge in his few years. "So the four of us should go out next week or something?"

"I'm not going to watch a musical," Santana interrupted, holding a hand up and taking a swig of beer.

"Santana not everything Rachel does is musical theatre related."

"Sorry, reflex. How 'bout Breadstix? I haven't been there in ages."

"Cool, I'll say it to Rachel. But no trying to get out of paying San."

"Oh please, that's so like, two years ago. I've learned from the err of my ways," she claimed with an eye roll before staring at the tall figure that had come up to Puck carrying a twelve pack of beer, greeting him with a fist bump. "Great," she grunted, watching as Quinn's eyes switched between a protective watch over Rachel and a deathly glare towards Finn.

Quinn felt nervous as soon as she saw Finn. She watched as Rachel swiftly removed her sunglasses and whispered something to Kurt. He looked over his shoulder to wave to his step-brother before returning to whisper animatedly with the girl who now appeared anxious.

"I'd better go over to her."

"We'll be watching. I got an empty bottle with his name all over it."

"No weapons San," Quinn scolded.

Santana tutted and put the bottle back down, helping Brittany up as they headed over to Mercedes and Lauren.

"Hey."

"Hey," Rachel returned as Quinn sat on the side of Rachel's lounger.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna wait until I can get him on his own. I don't want to make a scene."
"Ooh, he's heading to the kitchen with his beer," Kurt exclaimed, excited from the tension that was now gathering. Everyone seemed to be throwing glances at Rachel and an oblivious Finn, waiting to see if there was going to be yet another evening of Finn-Rachel drama.

Rachel jumped up from the lounger, throwing a tank top, skirt and flip flops on. "Crap, okay. I can do this."

"You want me to go with you?"

"No, I'll be fine," Rachel assured her, giving her hand a squeeze before hurrying inside to the kitchen.

Quinn moved nearer to the back of the house to get a view of the kitchen and was joined by Brittany and Santana moments later. The three watched through the window from afar as Rachel and Finn began talking. Quinn thought she was going to be sick. She couldn't believe how protective she felt towards Rachel and she hated to think that Finn could make her feel bad. It killed her to see Rachel looking so nervous.
Brittany gave her a supportive squeeze as the three friends watched on, ready to storm into the house guns blazing if necessary. She glared through the glass at the boy, watching his reactions with anxiety, hoping he wouldn't give her an excuse to kick his ass. She never would have thought a week ago that she would be willing to defend Rachel so adamantly with her best friends at her side.

Puck watched the tension exuding from the three girls from his seat as they watched Finn and Rachel. He really hoped Santana wouldn't go all Lima Heights crazy inside the house. It took him ages to clean up after the last party and if she got going there would be holes left in the walls. And he was not in the mood for reconstructive D.I.Y. with a hangover tomorrow. He did hope Finn would be cool to his favourite fellow Jew or he'd have to go tag team with Santana...and then there'd be some serious trouble.

Author's Note: Merry Christmas dear readers. Please review and enjoy the holidays x

Flashback continued...

Thursday evening...

At 7:57pm Quinn was hopping around her room on one shoe, frantically looking for the other as Santana laughed at her on the other end of the phone.

"I can't believe Mercedes figured it out so fast! Gotta give the girl props for that. Took her like, a year to figure out me and Brits were together."

"Santana this is really not the time for you to be screwing with me, I can't find my goddamn shoe!"

She heard Santana chuckling in the car on her way to Brittany's house. "You really need to chill Fabray."

"If you tell me that one more time I will - ooh! Found it!" Quinn cheered, pulling the ankle boot out from under a school bag thrown under her bed.

"Panic over. Okay so you kids have fun tonight."

"Thanks Auntie San."

"Did Brit ring you earlier?"

"Yeah, she was almost as nervous as me!"

"Yeah she's all excited for you."

"Oh my God oh my God."

"What?"

"That was the doorbell."

"Don't pee your pants, go answer it dumbass! I'll call you tomorrow."

"Okay bye!" Quinn sang before hanging up and throwing her phone into her purse. She looked into the mirror, ruffled her hair one last time and smoothed out her dress before skipping down the stairs. She was glad her mother was visiting her sister. She wouldn't have been able to put up a facade of being relaxed when she was getting ready all evening.

'Here we go...' She exhaled loudly before pulling open the door, her heart beating frantically. Rachel greeted her with a huge smile. Her hair was flowing down over a light cardigan and open neck blouse, her bangs resting just above sultry brown eyes. Her eyes wandered down over the short skirt and bare thighs until she reached knee high socks. She moistened her lips and dragged her eyes back up over Rachel's chest, before realising she was leering at her hungrily.

"Hi," Rachel offered shyly.

"Hi," she returned as Rachel stepped inside the doorway into the blonde's personal space, causing Quinn to once again forget how to breathe. Rachel seemed to cause her lungs serious problems these days. The scent of Rachel's perfume hit her and its familiarity caused more butterflies to flutter inside her stomach. It caused memories of kissing Rachel's neck and snuggling into her to take a pit stop in her mind and she swallowed hard, eyeing up Rachel's mouth.

"I got you these," Rachel broke Quinn's staring with her soft words, holding up a bunch of flowers to her.

"They're beautiful," she whispered, taking a hold of the bouquet and inhaling the smell. She beamed back at the brunette whose nerves were disappearing the more Quinn smiled. "What are they?"

"Um arbutus, red carnations, red roses and...white violets," Rachel revealed, looking to see if she had missed any. Quinn watched her blush and made a mental note to look up the meanings of each one the next day.

"I love them," she gushed.

"Good," Rachel sighed, taking another step towards a doe-eyed Quinn. "Is your mother at home?"

"No s-she uh, she's go-"

The "no" was all Rachel needed. She cut her off with a kiss, taking hold of Quinn's waist as the blonde moaned and her legs weakened. She wrapped her arms around the brunette, holding her tightly, both to be near her and to stay standing upright. She had to remember to hold the bouquet tightly or she would drop the flowers. Rachel had such a knack of making her feel light headed and forget her whereabouts with a simple kiss.

Only this wasn't a simple kiss. This was a 'God I missed you so much I just need to be near you so badly right now' kiss. They melted together in perfection, Rachel's hands teasing the blonde's lower back with her nails as Quinn ran a hand up the brunette's neck and into her hair. 'Why bother with a date? Let's just do this all night. Or forever...'

"Wow I missed that," Rachel breathed out, pulling away to leave a trail of soft, burning kisses along Quinn's neck. The blonde moaned again as her eyes closed.

"You are way too good at this," she groaned, leaning her head back slightly, feeling Rachel's lips curl back into a smile and her teeth grazing her sensitive skin. 'Ye Gods I think I might die right now.'

"Yes, well we better be going," Rachel commanded with a mischievous grin, pulling her head back abruptly, knowing full well the state she had worked Quinn into. The blonde frowned momentarily before scowling at her.

"You're evil, Rachel Berry."

"Go put your flowers in water," Rachel ushered her, standing sweetly with her hands now behind her back as if she had done nothing wrong.

Quinn huffed and stormed into the kitchen, returning moments later with her arms folded.

"Oh, would you look at whose being the dramatic one now?" Rachel laughed, taking a hold of Quinn and kissing her again. "Ready?"

"Yeah," Quinn replied with heavy lidded eyes, her voice laced with a yearning for Rachel.

Rachel bit her lip and pulled away once again from Quinn, knowing that if she didn't stop they would never leave the house. Quinn locked the door behind her and followed Rachel to the passenger side of her Chevrolet, swooning when Rachel opened the door for her.

"So where are we heading to?" she questioned as they turned a corner and headed out of Lima. 'Okay, that rules out Breadstix then.' They had driven in a relaxed silence listening to the soft rock on the radio for a while as Quinn tried to figure out what direction they were heading in.

"You'll see," Rachel told her, keeping her eyes on the road. Quinn was about to huff but Rachel took a hold of the blonde's hand on her lap to reassure her. "Don't worry, I think you'll like it."

Quinn stared at their linked hands, the warmth of Rachel's skin relaxing her.

"Hey I recognise this place," Quinn exclaimed a half hour later as they pulled into the car park near a lake not far from Lima. It was empty apart from one other car at the far end. She had gone here a few times as a child with the Girl Scouts. She remembered it being a picturesque woodland park surrounding a serene lake which had the most beautiful sunsets. The sun was about half an hour away from setting so she hoped she would get to see it again.

"Hey isn't that Kurt's car?" Quinn asked in surprise as Rachel closed the passenger door behind her.

"No! Nope, definitely not!"

"Are you sure? It looks just like-"

"No it doesn't. His is a totally different colour."

"But-"

"In fact, I think he sold his car."

"When?"

"Um yesterday? We should get going."

Rachel took Quinn's hand and led her down the pathway. Quinn looked back at the car again and was sure she could see two people duck down inside. She shrugged and gripped Rachel's hand tighter.

After a ten minute stroll along the tree lined pathway, Quinn could see the lake ahead of them.

"This place is beautiful Rachel."

"Yeah, I used to come here fishing with Dad when I was younger. Until I was like, six and it started to gross me out. I just couldn't kill them and I would always set them free. Including Dad's ones."

Quinn laughed at the image of a young Rachel Berry tossing fish overboard so they could swim to safety. She stopped in her tracks as the pathway opened into a clearing right next to the lake. She could see Rachel watching her with a smile and feel her running her thumb over her hand but all she could look at was how much effort Rachel had gone to.

There were fairy lights on some of the bushes and lanterns strewn about in a circle with a few blankets laid out on the grass, pillows neatly thrown along the edge in an arc. There seemed to be enough food in a large hamper for seven people and there was a bottle of white wine chilling in an ice bucket along with a few non-alcoholic beverages.

Quinn recognised the Miike Snow song playing and saw the CD player next to the basket.

"Well?" Rachel questioned nervously, hoping she hadn't gone overboard.

"I...I absolutely love it. I can't believe you went to so much trouble, you really didn't have to."

"Well I can't take all the credit; Kurt and Blaine helped me out a lot."

"So that was his car earlier?" Rachel nodded, offering a guilty smile for having lied to the blonde. "I knew he didn't sell it!"

Rachel smirked and pulled her forward towards the blanket. Once they were seated Quinn sighed happily and looked around to take the scenery in, before settling her eyes back on Rachel's.

"I can't believe you did all this."

Rachel shrugged modestly, the light from the lanterns casting soft shadows across her face.

"Well you deserve the best, Quinn."

The blonde couldn't wait another second and as her body tingled from the brunette's sweet words she pressed their lips together. This was a happiness Quinn decided, that everyone should get to experience in their lifetime. Forget cheerleading; forget opening Christmas presents; forget everything you ever thought you needed in life. This was it for Quinn. This was what she desired. This was who she desired. She didn't think she could ever get enough of Rachel in this life.

She felt the brunette's tongue against her own, causing Rachel to breathe erratically and moan. If they had been standing in the middle of Times Square, Quinn didn't think she would be able to stop, she was so drawn to Rachel. She wondered how she had gone the previous years in her life without the feel of Rachel's skin against her own; without Rachel moaning her name into the evening air. The music was infused with the sounds of birds and crickets chirping in harmony to perfect the woodland atmosphere.

She finally realised how special Rachel was. Her emotions were overwhelming her and she was forgetting how to breathe, so Rachel pulled back, taking a hold of Quinn's face gently.

"You okay?"

She could look into those worrying brown eyes forever. She nodded, tried to steady her wavering breaths and reached up to cover one of Rachel's hands.

"I'm just really happy with how everything is working out."

This put the biggest smile on Rachel's face and her eyes welled up. She let out a broken "me too" and kissed the blonde again to keep from letting her tears get the better of her.

They eventually calmed their hormones enough to make a start at the food just as the sun descended in front of them, the last few ducks on the lake swimming away as their unknown conversations broke the tranquillity. Thin clouds rolled in to overlook the girls and the reeds on the water's edge rustled lightly as the first breeze of the evening swirled around them.

After the CD finished playing and returned to the first song, Quinn was laying her head on Rachel's stomach as Rachel rested hers on a pillow under her hands. They both let out contented sighs, full from the feast they had just consumed.

"I think you're gonna have to roll me to the car."

"You're going to have to roll yourself because I don't think I'll be moving for a week," Rachel countered, as she tried to find shapes out of the few visible stars above.

Quinn sat up with a groan so she could see Rachel who watched her with adoration. She had been ignoring it all week, but it was obvious to Quinn how strongly Rachel felt for her. It was flattering and powerful to look at the brunette and see her looking back with nothing but love and desire. She felt Rachel's hand come to rest on her thigh, sending a wave of heat throughout her skin. She wasn't scared of her feelings anymore. She didn't think she was in love yet, but she did surrender to the fact that she was falling fast.

"So..." she broke the comfortable silence, getting Rachel's attention but not quite sure how she wanted to word her thoughts. "Tonight has been amazing Rach."

Rachel's fingers began to play with the hem of her dress and she nearly forgot what her native language was. All she could manage after a sharp intake of breath was a whimper and to fall closer to the brunette who watched every movement with fascination.

"I'm glad I didn't disappoint you."

"I don't think you ever could," she managed to reply, ghosting a hand across Rachel's stomach, watching the muscles pull away and the skin prick from her touch. Her hand skimmed along the top of Rachel's skirt and she was sure she heard her gulp loudly. Chancing a look into Rachel's eyes, they were dark in the jumpy light of the lanterns and drinking in the teasing contact between them.

She was getting sidetracked. She remembered she was trying to make a point, but getting Rachel turned on was a major distraction. She rested her hand on the other side of Rachel's waist and leant over her, licking her lips as Rachel seemed to pout at the loss of contact.

"What I'm trying to say is...I would like to do this again with you."

"You mean, go on a date?"

Quinn nodded and Rachel took her hand in her own, squeezing it gently.

"This makes me very happy."

"Good. I um...I want to make you happy." Quinn felt her heartbeat pull out into the fastlane and overtake the normal rate it had been beating at. She needed to tell Rachel how she was feeling. She needed her to know how special she was to her. "I want to be the one who kisses you Rach. I want to be the one you go on romantic dates with. I want you to be the one who looks after me when I'm sick. I want to date you and...I don't think I'm ready just yet for us to be...more than dating...but I know I'll get there...You don't know how amazing you have made me feel in just a week Rach, you're all I can think about. So...what do you think?"

Rachel had sat up, her eyes glistening with tears ready to fall to the blanket. Quinn wiped the first tear that slipped down the brunette's cheek and kissed her quivering lips, pulling her tightly against her. Rachel didn't need to answer Quinn for her to know she was taken aback by Quinn's declaration, her fervent kisses conveying the message for her. She could do dating. Being girlfriends would be somewhere along the line but they would enjoy getting to know each other first.

She sighed against Quinn's mouth and pulled the blonde down with her so she was lying on top of her. Quinn could barely concentrate on the overwhelming feeling of Rachel's tongue caressing her mouth and the brunette's hands in her hair and around her waist. Now she had to add their bodies being pressed together and their legs tangled, into the equation. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her hands exploring every inch of Rachel they could reach, making the brunette writhe underneath her and her own breathing almost stop.

Rachel pushed Quinn off and switched their positions, straddling the blonde's waist and sitting up, running a hand through her tousled hair. Quinn rested her hands on Rachel's thighs that sat either side of her waist, watching Rachel as her lungs tried to regain control of her breathing again. She had never witnessed anything as sexy in her life as the smaller girl on top of her.

"So I'll take that as a yes?"

Rachel smirked out a "yeah" before falling forward to show Quinn yet again how much in agreement she was with them dating.

The birds had stopped their evening melodies by the time the lanterns were starting to die out, and the air had lost any heat it had retained from the vanished daylight.

Lykke Li's haunting voice and indie sounds filtered around the girls, as Quinn finished off a chocolate covered strawberry, resting her head again on Rachel's chest, quietening her breath to listen to the steady heartbeat at her ear. "I'm impressed with your choice of music. I didn't know you were so alternative."

"You can compliment yourself," Rachel smirked as Quinn popped her head up to look at her in confusion. "I um, I went through your Facebook page and made a compilation of all the songs you've posted this year on your wall. Figured you must have liked them to bother posting them..."

Quinn shook her head and rubbed a hand lightly over Rachel's cheek. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any sweeter. You are officially the best date in the world."

"The world, huh?" Rachel asked with a grin as Quinn nestled her head into her neck again.

"Uh huh. I may have to notify Guinness. Maybe I could make some money out of you."

"You are not pimping me out, Quinn Fabray."

"Fine then, I'll just have to keep you all to myself."

Rachel was drifting in and out when Quinn broke her out of her reverie a while later, murmuring into her ear, "This is becoming my favourite place to be, you know."

"The lake?" Rachel asked groggily, running a soothing hand along Quinn's arm.

"No...your arms," Quinn whispered back, pulling her tighter.

Rachel kissed the top of Quinn's head, wrapping her arms tighter, never wanting to let go.
It was after midnight by the time they had everything packed away, eventually giving in to the falling night time temperatures.

"I really should have planned the end of the date better, huh?" Rachel puffed as they struggled with the hamper, holding a handle each as the brunette lit their way with a flashlight.

"I haven't been to the gym all week, I needed a work out," Quinn joked as they hauled the hamper into the trunk of Rachel's car.

Quinn wiped her hands as Rachel closed the boot and sat back against it.

"That's the last of it," the brunette stated, glad they only had to do two runs to the car. "Now, shall I chauffeur you to your abode?"

"You shall. But first..." Quinn cut herself off by kissing Rachel one last time before hopping into the car, leaving the brunette holding onto the car behind her with her eyes still closed, the feeling of Quinn still on her lips.

"So you sure about this?" Rachel asked, pulling up outside the Fabray residence a while later. They had discussed Mercedes' offer of breaking the news to their fellow Glee Clubbers which would save them having to endure the same awkward questions after each person. At least, they figured, that way they wouldn't have to deal with the shock on their friends' faces during their initial reactions.

"Yeah. Yeah I think it would make it easier for us. And...I'm sure about us so we might as well get it over with. What about Finn?"

Quinn hated bringing up his name in front of Rachel now. He was the only one of their friends whose reaction she was dreading. She didn't want anyone to come between them and hoped he could be mature about it all.

"I think I better tell him," Rachel sighed, imagining the worst kind of responses Finn could have. "Guess I'll see him at Puck's tomorrow."

"I can do it if you want?"

"No, it's okay," Rachel reassured, taking Quinn's hand across the inside of the car. "Think it would be best if he heard it from me. I may need some minding from you after though."

Quinn blushed as Rachel sent her a devious grin.

"Anything you want." She gulped as her mind raced with thoughts of what that could entail and tried to stop blushing so hard. 'K so I'll pick you up around three?"

"Quinn you know I don't do 'around'," Rachel scolded light-heartedly, her smile ruining her attempted frown.

"Okay, okay, be ready for three p.m. sharp, Miss Punctuality."

Rachel gave a satisfied nod and suddenly jumped in her seat to reach into the back to get something from her coat pocket. Quinn's eyes widened as Rachel's blouse rode up her stomach as she stretched, averting her line of sight to the steering wheel once Rachel turned back.

"I almost forgot," the brunette exclaimed, handing her a CD case.

"From tonight?"

"Yeah, well, you know, they are some of your favourites so..."

'Oh my God, nervous Rachel is the cutest...' Quinn pulled Rachel to her and whispered a "thank you" against her lips, before closing the gap. She could not count the amount of times they had kissed that night but it could never be enough for Quinn. She was addicted. She would need a twelve step programme to stop this relationship now.

Quinn yawned as she pulled the blankets around her shoulders once she was in bed. She opened the message she received a moment earlier from Rachel, already feeling lonely without having her within touching distance.

Rachel 1:30am
Sweet dreams beautiful. Thank you
for a perfect evening. Can't wait
to see you tomorrow. Don't worry
about the gang, I'll be there by
your side if anyone says anything...
and then I'll ask Santana to kindly
intervene :) x x

She chuckled silently, imagining how the quick-tempered Latina would react if anyone were to hassle them. She sent a text to Mercedes to let her know Plan 'Let's out Quinn and Rachel so they won't have to' was a go, but to keep Finn out of the loop until Rachel got to him. She sent her reply to Rachel, completely smitten with how their date went.

1:35am
We'll have to keep San on a leash
for future emergencies! :) I had the
most amazing time tonight, thanks
Rach. You're amazing. Goodnight
xxx

The blonde set her alarm for eight, feeling the need for an early morning run to burn off the thousands of calories they indulged in during the picnic, but also to shake her head clear of the pent up frustration she was feeling from every intimate moment she had spent with Rachel Berry.

She relaxed her shoulder into the mattress, already feeling the relief running through her. Their first date could not have been better. It could not have been more romantic and it was definitely going to be the first of many.

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Author's Note: Hope you guys liked, let me know! xx

Flashback continued...

Thursday...

Mercedes Jones wandered around the sneaker section in Lady Footlocker, trying to pry her eyes away from two pairs of Nike hightops she was quickly falling in love with. She put a shoe from each pair on the ground to see which would go best with her jeans, examining her profile in the mirror. She then held them up to her zip-up top to see if either would match.

"Yo Quinn, which ones do you prefer?" she asked, thinking her friend was right next to her. She looked around to see where Quinn Fabray had wandered off to. She sighed and put the shoes back, conceding that she could not afford either pair anyway. She found her friend idly running a hand over a hoodie, lost in her thoughts. The girl had been in a world of her own since she picked Mercedes up at lunch time.

"You okay?"

Quinn looked at her with a guilty expression. "Ya, totally. Sorry did you wanna show me something?"

"Nah it's cool. I've spent way too much money today as it is and we've only been to like, three stores. My moma's gonna kill me! You wana grab some lunch? I'm starving."

It was two thirty and Mercedes was dying for a trip to the mall's food court. It had been way too long since breakfast. She also hoped some food might wake the blonde out of the seemingly nervous state she had been in all day.

Once they had taken a seat and set down their trays, Mercedes eyed Quinn suspiciously. The blonde was bouncing her leg and drumming her fingers on the table. Her entire demeanour changed moments later when she got a text message, her eyes lighting up, her cheeks turning red and a sappy smile adorning her face. 'Oh she's definitely seeing some guy on the sly! That there is not the face of someone who just got a text from their Mama!'

"Who's that?" Mercedes threw out, to see if Quinn would be distracted enough to answer. She was dying to know who this secret guy was. She hadn't seen her with anybody all summer and she hadn't mentioned anything to her, but there just had to be someone who was making Quinn Fabray so smitten.

"Rachel," Quinn answered, concentrating on typing her reply. She didn't notice Mercedes' confused expression followed by her eyes growing wide. The oblivious blonde put her phone down and tucked into her chicken Caesar salad with a satisfied glow about her.

'No...fucking...way. Rachel Berry? Rachel Berry and Quinn Fabray? I thought Quinn couldn't stand Rachel...I mean, everyone knows Rachel has a thing for Quinn for a while now but...wait...the party...we caught them snuggling... they were missing half the night...Quinn left Rachel's the other evening after they were talking in the kitchen...Oh my goodness, this is insane!'

"Rachel, huh?" Mercedes pressed calmly after she processed the fact that Quinn might be dating Rachel Berry.

"Yeah, she's bored at the hairdressers," Quinn giggled out as Mercedes shook her head lightly and ate some fries, still in awe of what she was figuring out.

"Huh. I didn't know you guys were getting along so well," Mercedes probed casually before tossing a piece of popcorn chicken into her mouth, raising her eyes to watch Quinn's face. The blonde's mouth floundered for a bit before she cleared her throat, fiddling with the straw on her chai latte.

"Um yeah well we sorta...put the past behind us."

"I see." 'Ye sure did!'

"Yeah we're getting along really well now."

Mercedes rolled her eyes as Quinn smirked to herself and chewed on her lip.

"I bet." 'Oh my good Lord she is crushing hard for Berry.' "Do you guys hang out a lot?"

"Not yet, we've only kind of...reconciled this weekend...but she did look after me when I was sick Tuesday."

Mercedes watched a blush creep up Quinn's neck, the blonde wondering if she had said too much.

"That was sweet of her, huh?"

"Yeah, she's actually pretty great."

'Oh Jesus would you look at her...'

"Girl you got it bad for Rachel, don't you?"

Mercedes took a drink and nearly snorted her soda out her nose when she saw the petrified look on Quinn's paling face. She swallowed her drink and put a hand on Quinn's. The blonde was afraid to respond. She didn't know what to say. Her eyes were wide and her eyebrows furrowed as she resembled a deer caught in headlights. Mercedes gave her an encouraging smile and patted her hand.

"It's okay Quinn. You know, you can talk to me about anything."

"I...you...you know?" she whispered, looking around her as if Jacob Ben Israel could be hiding behind her with a camcorder.

"Yeah. I mean I'm a bit shocked. It's you and Rachel. You guys spent like, two years back and forth with Finn like he was a yoyo, but...if there is something there between you guys then go for it."

Quinn stared at Mercedes with her mouth hanging open. The dark haired girl rambled on, while in her head she looked back on the interactions between the two since Sophomore year in a completely new light. "Damn, no wonder you guys were always fighting with other. Musta been some sorta underlying sexual tension."

"H-h-how did you know?" Quinn ventured, still unsure of how her friend was going to react. It was different with Santana and Brittany. They were her fellow Unholy Trinity members. They had been best friends for years. And they were a couple, so they were obviously going to be okay with the whole 'liking a girl' issue.

"I didn't until just now. I knew there was something up with you all day. I just figured it was some guy you were crushin' on." She softened as she saw tears starting to line Quinn's eyes. "Hey, don't be upset. It's okay, I'm not here to judge you. Gay, straight, you're just Quinn to me. An' I love you girl. I want you to know I'm here for you. And hey, it means more guys on the market for me, right?"

Quinn left a laugh escape through her sobs and squeezed the other girl's hand back, wiping her eyes roughly. She was overwhelmed. How had this even happened? It was supposed to be an easy going day of shopping. Five minutes ago it was, but now Mercedes knew about her and Rachel? And was supportive? It was a relief to Quinn and a weight she had been unaware of was now off her shoulders.

She mumbled out a "thanks" as she pulled out a tissue and blew her nose, her hands shaking slightly. Mercedes nodded warmly, rubbing Quinn's arm before taking a drink.

"Are you okay now?" she ventured after Quinn had stopped crying and taken a large drink of her latte.

"Yeah, I think I'm in shock. I can't believe you found out."

"You know what? I said it to Tina. There is a fine line between love and hate. Damn, my gaydar is definitely improving since Kurt. So spill, what's the dealio with you guys? Please don't tell me there is a kitten calendar of you two being made as we speak."

Quinn let out a chuckle and her mood lifted.

"Not just yet...In fact I'll have to make sure there is never a kitten calendar with my face on it." She took a steadying breath after sharing a laugh with Mercedes. "This is all so new to me. We only kissed on Saturday night."

"Wow, so it all started at Casa de Jones!" Mercedes gushed proudly. "So what's the deal, are you guys dating now?"

"No, well not yet anyway. We um...we're going on our first date tonight actually."

Mercedes couldn't handle the high level of cuteness at the table. She thought it was more adorable than watching a baby panda sleep to see Quinn Fabray worried over a first date. Rachel could be seriously irritating sometimes but Mercedes had a soft spot for the girl and counted her as a good friend. She was happy for her. Surprised, but happy for her. She knew how she felt about Quinn for a while now. Rachel had never said it to her, but all of Glee Club - apart from Quinn of course - had spotted it a few months ago.

"Damn, this is just too good! Does anybody else know?"

"Just Kurt and Blaine, and Santana and Brittany."

Mercedes felt a tinge of jealousy at not being the first person to know but figured at least she was the first out of the straight people. 'God I am way too competitive sometimes...'

"Wow. Well I gotta say, I knew Rachel was crazy about yo' ass but I never figured it would end up being a mutual thing."

Quinn's cheeks grew pink as Mercedes attacked her chicken again.

"Tell me about it. I didn't realise I did until, well until a few days ago. And now...now I can't stop thinking about her. It's like, I don't mean to sound so corny but she makes me feel like everything is falling into place, you know? Like my life is becoming complete now...that probably sounds stupid..." Quinn finished, dropping her head, poking a cherry tomato around her salad.

"It definitely does not sound stupid, Quinn. I think it's perfect. You've found someone who is head over heels for you and if you ask me, you feel the same. And we both know Rachel. She is such a caring person. You won't be doing this on your own. You'll have her with you the whole way."

"You're right," Quinn agreed with a defiant nod after a moment to take the words on board. "N-not about me loving her, not just yet! B-but about her being there for me," she clarified quickly. "I really want it to work out. I just hope everyone else in Glee Club will be as supportive as you."

"Don't you worry your pretty head about our lil' gang. You just stay strong and don't worry about other people's opinions. Besides, they're a supportive bunch and you saw how they were with Kurt. And nobody bats an eyelid about Brittany and Santana being together; it would be just wrong if they weren't! And if anybody says anything to you guys, I'll just have to kick their asses."

"You can do tag team with Santana."

"Perfect!"

Quinn gave a sad smile to Mercedes. "I do feel bad for Finn though, as much as I seem to dislike him now. It's gonna be rough, two of your exes hooking up? And he obviously still has a thing for Rach."

"That boy has the attention span of a doorknob, he'll get over it. You want me to say it to anyone for you?"

The blonde had to laugh at Finn's intellect being insulted. It seemed to give her great pleasure this week. She finished off her latte and thought about Mercedes' proposition.

"I better wait to talk it over with Rachel. Maybe I should just worry about tonight first."

"Yeah, good idea. Where ye heading to, Breadstix?"

"That's the thing, I don't know! So I don't know what to wear, what kind of shoes, what way to do my hair..."

Mercedes watched as Quinn got more frustrated as she spoke, ending up pouting with her head in her hand, her elbow resting on the table.

"Who knew Rachel Berry could get you into such a state," Mercedes teased, earning an embarrassed glare from Quinn. "It's kinda romantic though, isn't it?"

"What?"

"Well you know, she'll be whisking you off to some secret destination," she murmured with a dreamy expression, making faces at Quinn who blushed immediately.

"Let's change the subject, you're having way too much fun making me squirm," Quinn pointed out, folding her arms and hiding a grin. "So how's Sam getting on in Michigan?"

"Fine I think. We haven't really talked much since he left."

Quinn regretted mentioning the boy as she saw sadness cross her friend's face. It was replaced with excitement as she leaned closer to the blonde. "Actually, I met someone else last week."

"No way! Tell me more."

"His name's Shane Tinsley and he goes to my church. We're going out this Saturday."

"Mercedes, you sly dog! I need more details."

"Well..."

They moved closer across the table to gossip and Quinn forgot why she had been so scared moments earlier. To have a friend that was supportive and open minded meant the world to her. She smiled at Mercedes as she gushed about how this Shane had asked her out after service last Sunday.

She would worry about everyone else finding out tomorrow. Her priority right now was being ready for eight o'clock when Rachel would be picking her up. It had been two days since she saw Rachel and it felt like two weeks. Her stomach was in knots with excitement. She discretely checked the time on her phone. 'Five hours to go...'

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Author's Note: Keep them reviews coming, faithful readers! I know this chapter is low on the Faberry but don't worry, the next chapter will make up for it. ;)

Flashback continued...

Wednesday...

Quinn sipped on her peppermint tea which Rachel had left for her, as she smirked at her computer screen. She woke up feeling much better and after a refreshing shower she was feeling bright and less congested. She went for a walk after breakfast to get some fresh air and when she got back she had been happy to see that Rachel was online.

¬ Rachel Barbra Berry is typing a message...

She waited patiently for Rachel's Facebook chat reply as she scrolled through her news feed, her iTunes shuffling out upbeat alternative melodies to suit her positive mood.

Artie Abrams
Is kicking ass at Halo!
Like ¬ Comment ¬ 15 hours ago
- Noah "Puck" Puckerman, and 2 others like this.
- - Noah "Puck" Puckerman Correction -WE kicked ass at Halo!
- - 13 hours ago ¬ Like
- - - Finn Hudson You guys cheated!
- - - 12 hours ago ¬ Like
- - - - Blaine Anderson I have no idea what just happened. Never playing again...
- - - - 12 hours ago ¬ Like
- - - - - Kurt Hummel Hence why I usually leave the house for Finn's Halo night. Think you've learned your lesson Blaine!
- - - - - 11 hours ago ¬ Like

Miike Snow
Is working on our new album.
Like ¬ Comment ¬ Share ¬ 16 hours ago
2,240 people like this.

Quinn clicked 'Like' and took another sip of tea.

Tina Cohen-Chang
Movie night in with Mike Chang.
Like ¬ Comment ¬ 18 hours ago
- Mike Chang likes this.
- - Lucy Cohen-Chang There better be parental supervision Tina!
- - 17 hours ago ¬ Like
- - - Tina Cohen-Chang MOM! I thought I blocked you!
- - - 17 hours ago ¬ Noah "Puck" Puckerman likes this.
- - - - Lucy Cohen-Chang You thought you what?
- - - - 16 hours ago ¬ Like
- - - - - Tina Cohen-Chang Nothing! See you later!
- - - - - 16 hours ago ¬ Like

Quinn shook her head and chuckled to herself. There was
no way she would ever leave her parents add her as friends on Facebook.

o Rachel ¬ 12:01pm
Glad you feeling better! You use any of
my superb remedies today?

o Me ¬ 12:01pm
Yup, having peppermint tea now. Yum! :)

o Rachel ¬ 12:02pm
Good! Glad you like it. You take the
vitamins?

She jumped as her phone beeped next to her and even though she was talking online to Rachel, she was disappointed that it wasn't from her.

Mercedes 12:02pm
Hey girl, u still up for our shopping
day tomoro? x

Quinn had totally forgotten her plans made last week with Mercedes. She could do with a day at the mall. She always enjoyed hanging out with her.

12:03pm
Yeah definitely! Pick you up at 1? Can
get lunch too?

Mercedes 12:04pm
Great, c u then! xx

She put her phone back down and went back through the end of her conversation with Rachel to catch up again.

o Me ¬ 12:05pm
Yup!

o Rachel ¬ 12:06pm
Okay well make sure you do. :) Have you any
plans for today?

o Me ¬ 12:07pm
Meeting Brit and San later for dinner.
Brittany cooking though so I hope Santana
goes over early to help. She set the home
ec. room on fire last year. Twice
actually... What are you up to Miss
Berry?

o Rachel ¬ 12:07pm
Lol poor Brittany. I'm sure you'll have a
lovely time anyway. I'm meeting Kurt soon
for lunch and we're getting facials. He got
me a voucher for my birthday a few months
ago so I had to bring my fellow diva :D

o Me ¬ 12:09pm
Ooh fancy! :) Sounds relaxing. You need
it after looking after me yesterday x

o Rachel ¬ 12:10pm
Hardly. I would never look at spending
time with you as a chore, Quinn
Fabray. x

Quinn chewed her bottom lip before releasing a smile. She felt giddy as she thought about being wrapped up in Rachel's arms the day before as she battled with her flu. She laughed as she came upon Finn's status on her news feed.

Finn Hudson I am a total douchebag. I just ate a dog poop sandwich and made out with a 75 year old lady. It was sooooooooo good.
Like ¬ Comment ¬ 2 hours ago
- Brittany S. Pierce, Artie Abrams and 13 others like this.
- - Kurt Hummel Wow Finn, I didn't realise you were so self-depreciative. Might need to rethink your diet.
- - 35 minutes ago ¬ Like
- - - Mike Chang Haha
- - - 16 minutes ago ¬ Like
- - - - Santana Lopez Dumbass...
- - - - 12 minutes ago ¬ Like
- - - - - Finn Hudson You're dead Puck!
- - - - - 4 minutes ago ¬ Like
- - - - - - Noah "Puck" Puckerman You just got Fraped bro! Don't leave your Facebook page open next time!
- - - - - - 1 minute ago ¬ Like

Quinn smirked. It was funny how she was developing a dislike of Finn just because he was Rachel's ex. It didn't matter to her that he was her own ex boyfriend, just that he had dated Rachel. Knowing he had kissed her and that she had wanted so badly to be with him just made her want to punch him. It filled her with a jealously she had never felt before. She knew there was nothing there anymore but she still felt the need to glare at his name on the screen. 'Man I got it bad... ' She scrolled his name out of sight and returned to her conversation.

o Me ¬ 12:12pm
You're so charming ;) Have you seen
Finn's status? He's gonna kill Puck
lol

o Rachel ¬ 12:13pm
No gimmie sec...
Haha silly boys!

o Me ¬ 12:13pm
I know right? :D So you're welcome to
join us for dinner this evening if you
want?

Quinn rubbed her palms on her shorts, wishing she didn't get so nervous about asking Rachel to dinner. It's not like it was a date! There would be four of them. 'That seems kinda double-datey...oh shit.'

o Rachel ¬ 12:14pm
Aw I would have loved to come to
dinner, but I have ballet in the evening
and then going to the movies with my
Dads. Wednesday night is usually
Berry family night in the summer :)

Quinn tried not to be too disappointed. 'Jesus I just saw her yesterday. Relax Fabray, don't turn into such a lezz...oh my God shut up brain.' Her own thoughts were freaking her out. It scared her a little to think of herself as a lesbian or gay. This was all so new to her. She didn't know how Rachel felt about it either. She wanted to be open minded, someone who could say, "hey – I just love the person, not the gender" or... 'wait, love? Woah there inner ramblings, back it the hell up!'

She sighed with frustration. She was over thinking everything. They had a really sweet day yesterday, and she just needed to concentrate on the positives. Rachel was, she was discovering, amazing. 'Caring, talented, stunning, sexy, intelligent, really sexy, charming, so very sexy...' She sighed again, this time with a smile on her face and rested her chin on her palm as she remembered the feeling of being kissed senseless by Rachel the day before. She read Rachel's message again and replied, adamant that she would stop worrying herself.

o Me ¬ 12:17pm
Cool, sounds fun :)

'There! Simple. Nonchalant. Friendly. Just drink your tea and stop thinking so much.'

o Rachel ¬ 12:17pm
Yup, I'm excited! Not so much for the
ballet, but I do love my family bonding
time! My dads have this thing about
penguins ever since we saw gay
penguins at the aquarium so it's Jim
Carrey for me tonight. So... would it
be too much if I told you I was missing
you today already? X

Quinn's heart did a back handspring step out and her face slipped out of her palm as her arm went weak. She realised she was grinning while her heart continued to carry out a floor routine in her chest and her breath whooshed out of her lungs erratically. She could be blown away by Rachel so easily. If a boyfriend had ever said it to her, it had been nice to know she was wanted. But this...this was so completely different. This was so much stronger and was developing so much quicker.

If a guy had kissed her four days ago and then told her he was missing her, she would have told him to get a life and stop smothering her. Then again, if a guy had kissed her four days ago, she would not have had a major freak out, stormed out of his house, kissed him and had him look after her when she was sick...all within a few days. But it was just so natural with Rachel.

o Me ¬ 12:18pm
Not at all...I sorta miss you too ;) x

o Rachel ¬ 12:19pm
I figured. I am a pretty good kisser.

Quinn snorted and relaxed in her chair. Rachel's cockiness was just adorable to her...and well, she did have the most amazingly soft lips.

o Me ¬ 12:19pm
Aaaand I'm done missing you. :)

o Rachel ¬ 12:19pm
*gasp* It's like a knife through my chest
Quinn Fabray!

o Me ¬ 12:20pm
You're a dork.

o Rachel ¬ 12:20pm
But a cute one?

Quinn rolled her eyes, smiling uncontrollably.

o Me ¬ 12:20pm
Your head is big enough it seems; I'm
not going to bother giving you an answer.

o Rachel ¬ 12:20pm
After the hours I spent watching that
Godawful Jersey Shore yesterday for
you... :( :(

o Me ¬ 12:21pm
You could have changed the channel
silly!

o Rachel ¬ 12:21pm
I didn't want to reach for the remote
when you fell asleep in case I woke
you...

o Me ¬ 12:21pm
Aww that's too cute. Okay fine, you're
a cute dork. :) x x

o Rachel ¬ 12:22pm
That's more like it ;) x

Quinn couldn't help swooning at every kiss Rachel put at the end of her messages. She wanted a real life one from her. Could she tell Rachel? She wrote her reply and deleted it a few times. 'Oh Jesus she must think I'm insane...she can see every time I type...just freakin' send it!'

o Me ¬ 12:24pm
I really wanna kiss you again. x

o Rachel ¬ 12:24pm
Do you know how crazy that just
drove me? You don't know what you
do to me. x

She bit her lip as her heart fluttered once more. Rachel had a knack of causing Quinn's body to react instantly to her words.

o Me ¬ 12:25pm
:) x

The brief reply was all Quinn could manage as she stared at the screen. Their flirtations continued to deprive Quinn of oxygen for the next hour until Rachel had to leave to meet Kurt. Her tea was cold and her stomach was rumbling but she didn't want to have to say goodbye until she really had to.

o Rachel ¬ 1:37pm
Oh my gosh I'm so late! Kurt is going
to kill me! Damn you and your
distracting ways! :) Okay so, before I
go... I was wondering if maybe you
would want to go out with me tomorrow
night? On a date? It's totally cool if
you're busy or if you don't want to...

Quinn thought it was adorable how nervous Rachel seemed. Their first proper date. She grew excited as she typed, looking forward to it already.

o Me ¬ 1:38pm
I would love to :)

o Rachel ¬ 1:39pm
Wow, okay great! That just made my
day...I'll pick you up at eight?

o Me ¬ 1:39pm
Sounds perfect. So where are we
heading to?

o Rachel ¬ 1:39pm
Patience Miss Fabray! You shall see
in due course. Okay I must go now x

o Me ¬ 1:40pm
Ooh wait I wana know!

o Rachel ¬ 1:40pm
Nope! I'll talk to you later :) x

o Me ¬ 1:40pm
Please?

o Rachel ¬ 1:40pm
No!

o Me ¬ 1:41pm
Just a hint then?

o Rachel ¬ 1:41pm
Lol not a chance. X

o Me ¬ 1:41pm
You're only getting away with this now
cos I know you're in a rush. Tell Kurt hi.
Have fun getting pampered. x x

o Rachel ¬ 1:41pm
Thank you :) Say hello to Brittany and
Santana also. Don't worry, it'll be
worth the wait. Bye x x x

o Me ¬ 1:41pm
Bye x x</b>

Rachel is unavailable, but you can still send her a message.

Quinn slumped back in her seat with a slow smile and ran a hand through her hair. 'I have a date with Rachel Berry tomorrow night...'

"Quinn quit zoning out on me, you're getting suds everywhere!"

"Oops! Sorry!"

Santana wiped the soapy bubbles from her top as she dried the dishes Quinn was cleaning. Or at least supposed to be cleaning. Dinner had gone well much to the Latina's relief. She was relieved she didn't have to use the fire extinguisher and had actually enjoyed the meal. Quinn had been quiet during the evening, Santana having caught her staring into space with a dreamy expression so often she gave up trying to catch her friend's attention after the fourth time calling out her name.

"What is with you Fabray? You've been a total space cadet all evening."

Quinn dropped the plate back into the water-filled sink and blushed.

"Sorry San, I'm a little distracted."

"No shit," the brunette replied with a huff as she dried a glass and returned it to a cupboard. "Are you thinking about some sorta kinky shit you and Berry been doing or what? You know what, I don't wana know..."

"Santana! We haven't even – Oh my God, you and Brittany need to stop asking me about my sex life already."

"Well then what's with you today?"

"Rachel asked me out on a date," Quinn gushed, trying to contain her grin from her friend.

"And? You two been getting your mack on, it's hardly a surprise."

"No, I know, it's just, I'm excited," she continued. "But I'm nervous as hell. I've never been on a date with a girl before San."

Santana had to admit her friend was cute when she was all up in a heap over the most driven diva in their school and she tried to suppress a giggle.

"Sweetheart, you have got to chill. You're practically bouncing off the walls! It's not like we only go on dates to gay bars, softball games and Indigo Girls concerts."

"What is with your obsession with the Indigo Girls?"

"Stop changing the subject," Santana interjected quickly, picking up the dish towel she had just put down. 'Has Quinn seen my CD collection?' "Look don't worry, it'll be fine. When is it?"

"Tomorrow night. She won't tell me where we're going."
Images of Rachel bringing Quinn to a theatre workshop or to a knitting class were stopped in her mind as she tried to be supportive.

"I'm sure it's just dinner, Quinn."

"Yeah, you're right," Quinn answered softly but Santana knew she was gone back to her day dreaming status again as the blonde looked out the window in front of them, causing Santana to sigh loudly and roll her eyes.

"Ay, Dios mío! You're gonna be all night with these dishes Quinn, come on! Anda! "

Quinn looked back to her friend and Santana could only give her an exasperated smile and slap her on the arm with the cloth. Quinn apologised again and went back to her task. Santana let out a string of expletives which the blonde was lucky she didn't understand when they were interrupted by Quinn's message tone. The blonde's face lit up and Santana didn't need to see the screen to know it was from Rachel. She gently walked Quinn away from the sink, who barely noticed, and grabbed a dirty saucepan. She wanted to get back to Brittany so she could get her after dinner cuddle on. And clearly a lovestruck Quinn was about as useful as an ashtray on a motorbike. She observed Quinn staring at her screen with the happiest smile she had seen on her friend in a long time. She couldn't fault Rachel Berry for that. It was a relief to have her friend back in a good place again after Babygate and then her crazy Prom obsession.

After she could see Quinn send a message in return, the blonde erupted into giggles as a reply was quickly received. Santana asked her what was so funny and Quinn showed her a picture of Rachel and Kurt with matching facial masks and cucumbers over their eyes. She chucked back and returned to scrubbing the pot.

"You're so whipped," Santana mumbled quietly, as Quinn tapped her screen feverishly in reply.

"I am not!"

'Oh she would hear that wouldn't she? ' Santana smirked at Quinn again who put her phone down to pick up the dish towel. After a few minutes Santana realised Quinn was on the same plate, holding her bottom lip between her teeth, looking deep in contemplation.

She took the plate from Quinn's hands, turned her towards her and placed her hands on the blonde's shoulders. "Sweetie, I have never seen you so distracted. It's so cute you're gona make me barf. Just go in to Brit 'cos I swear I will end up doing time if you don't get your blonde ass out of here."

Quinn blushed with embarrassment and brought her hands up to her mouth to hide a shy smile, realising how preoccupied she had been since Rachel asked her out. She hugged the Latina tightly who returned the embrace after she could get her breath back.

"Ooff! What was that for?"

"No reason. I'm just happy," Quinn mumbled into her shoulder before kissing her friend on the cheek and wandering into the sitting room to find Brittany.

The blonde could hear mutterings of "that girl is whack" and "stupid dishes" as she sauntered along the hall. She didn't mean to be so sidetracked all day but she couldn't help her thoughts continuously drifting to Rachel. Her phone beeped again and the flirtation continued into the night. The countdown to 'Rachel and Quinn's First Official Date' was on...

Author's Note: Want to thank everyone again for the reviews so far and the kind words.

Flashback continued...

Rachel was on the Fabray residence porch after a ten minute drive, showered, fed and nervous as hell. Her mouth dropped open when a blonde mess in pyjamas and a dressing gown opened the door slowly, hiding behind the frame.

"I feel like death," Quinn croaked weakly, her eyes puffy and the colour drained from her face.

"Oh sweetie you look awful. I mean, you look unwell, not awful, you're still Quinn Fabray - flawless drop dead gorgeous Quinn Fabray, but you look sick and well, I need to stop talking..."

Quinn chuckled silently, a slight blush appearing on her pale cheeks as she coughed and gestured with her head for Rachel to follow her inside. The blonde had relocated to the couch, a rerun of a morning talk show on low volume as the host was about to reveal lie detector results to a bickering couple and an ex lover. A tissue box, cold and flu medicine and a glass of water were sitting on the table. She watched Quinn shuffle to the couch and throw herself onto it, curling up to rest her head on the arm. The bin was pulled next to her, Rachel figured as an insurance policy in case she didn't make the sink if another bout of nausea hit her.

"How you feeling now?" Rachel asked softly as she sat down and examined the inadequate medicine Quinn had taken, before pulling sock covered feet across her lap and resting her hand on Quinn's legs.

Quinn sniffled, her nose now pink and her eyes a little droopy. "Worse. I hate being sick," she groaned.

"Did you throw up again?"

"No, the nausea's gone. My head is killing me though. Give me Coach Sylvester's three hour practice session of doom any day." She turned her body to look at Rachel properly. "I'm sorry for making you come over. I wanted us to have fun today..."

Rachel stopped her with a hand in the air. "Don't be silly Quinn, if I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be. Besides, it means I get to avoid having to clear out the garage today with my Dad. Getting covered in dust and having to listen to him tear up with nostalgia at every childhood item I ever owned would be painful. Especially when seeing you is the other option." Her heart melted when Quinn gave her a tired smile, the sparkle in her eye not as prominent in her tired state, but still visible, and still powerful enough to make Rachel's breathing falter. They gazed at each other, lost for a moment before Rachel swallowed and forced herself to breathe again. "Now, I brought you food and vitamins and herbal remedies which I find work wonders. So why don't you lie down and let me fix you something up?"

Quinn grasped the brunette's hand, her warmth causing Rachel's heart to jump yet again. She loved being close to Quinn. She couldn't get enough.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Quinn sighed out, cocking her head to the side, examining Rachel's features while her thumb danced over Rachel's knuckles.

Rachel blushed and bit her bottom lip to hide her grin, breaking the eye contact to look at their linked hands resting on Quinn's pyjamas. She leaned closer into the blonde, tracing the outline of her face lightly, watching in awe as eyelids closed gently over hazel eyes before opening again to let them reappear. They had an extra emotion this time screaming from them as they connected with her own searching brown eyes. Was it...wonder? Love? Desire?

Rachel licked her lips and the air whooshed out of her lungs as it hit her. She was still getting used to Quinn wanting her back. It drove her crazy inside. She continued her exploration of parted lips, running her thumb over them as she gently cradled Quinn's face, wanting to know every curve, every mark, every movement. She watched as Quinn swallowed hard as the brunette's hand moved behind the blonde's neck, holding her gently, moving her face forward, needing to close that huge gap. It was only a few inches now but it felt like Quinn was on the other side of a canyon. She needed to press their lips together. She craved it.

"What are you doing?" Quinn's croaky whisper made her bring her head back to look at the blonde fully, her eyes now seeming torn between wanting Rachel to have continued her quest and wanting her to stop.

Rachel tried to hide the hurt she rapidly felt transforming her face into a wounded frown until Quinn stopped her from pulling away too far and took hold of her neck, letting her thumb graze the brunette's cheek. All of Rachel's cares in the world were momentarily forgotten when Quinn touched her and she couldn't help leaning her head into the embrace. Quinn smiled warmly.

"I want to kiss you Rachel, trust me, I want to kiss you so damn much, but not when I'm sick."

Rachel frowned and sat up straight. Quinn chucked at the brunette's indignant state.

"Oh please, I never get sick."

"You got sick last year Rachel."

"That was one time, ever!"

"Ever?"

"In the last four years, yes."

"And I don't want to be the cause of you being an over dramatic mess again."

Rachel huffed and raised her hand to her chest dramatically. "I resent that."

"You know it's true."

"I was not over dramatic, I thought I was going to lose my voice!"

"You came to school in your pyjamas. You went to see six different doctors. That constitutes being over dramatic."

Rachel glared at the smirking blonde, realising they had both sat up now, breathing fast. She rested her forehead against Quinn's, watching Quinn's mouth quirk up at the edges.

"Let me kiss you," she whispered, running her hand through Quinn's hair.

It took Quinn a few breaths to get the strength to whisper her words out. "No, it's for your own good."
"Don't make me beg," she pouted, feeling her heartbeat racing and ringing in her ear.

Quinn lost the breath she had been holding and gulped. Rachel bit her lip again. Quinn was won over.

'Gotcha...'

They crashed together, lips pressing, searching, yearning. Hands wandered, caressed, pulled closer. Moans filled the room, the sound of the talk show guests shouting accusations of infidelity being drowned out.
Rachel didn't know or care if the sounds of pleasure were coming from her or Quinn. She just knew she didn't want to stop. She heard her name whimpering from Quinn's lips and was glad she was already lying down. Her name. She couldn't believe it. Hearing it come from the blonde, laced with need...it made her eyes roll back and she moved to lie down next to Quinn. Her hand slipped inside Quinn's open dressing gown and under her top, tracing circles across flat stomach, feeling Quinn inhale sharply against her mouth. 'Oh that moan was definitely Quinn's...' The blonde's skin was on fire as Rachel continued to ghost her hand across the muscles, finally grasping her waist and leaning further into Quinn's touch.

"Rachel..."

There it was again. She didn't think there was anything that could turn her on more. She raised her hand up Quinn's waist, goosebumps appearing to her amusement. Their kisses became sloppier and out of rhythm, breathing becoming ragged and touches becoming more eager.

"Rach," she heard again, as she felt Quinn eventually pushing against her gently. She sat up, panting hungrily, running her hand through her tousled hair. Quinn was trying to catch her breath with a bashful smile.

"Wow...you literally took my breath away."

Rachel was about to apologise when Quinn interrupted her.

"That's a good thing. You...I...it's...wow."

Rachel blushed but it didn't show since her cheeks were already flushed. She had made Quinn speechless. Quinn was holding her waist just under her t-shirt. The feel of the soft hands on her skin and seeing Quinn unable to form a sentence made her sigh contentedly and chuckle.

"I made you speechless," she said dreamily, not really meaning to say it out loud.

Quinn's face lit up and she giggled. "Don't let it get to your head, Berry."

Rachel gave her a fake glare before kissing her once more and jumping up from the couch.

"You just lie there and recover from the awesomeness that is my talented lips and I'll go fix you up a remedy."

Quinn scoffed at Rachel's newfound cockiness and settled back against the seat. The walking-health-store was back to Quinn fifteen minutes later with a tray full of a mixture of aromas that hit her senses. Noodle soup, ginger and honey, lemon, sage, peppermint...there was steam coming from the soup and the assortment of cups. She knew Rachel didn't do things by halves and she was flattered to see how caring she was. Three days ago they barely spoke and now, here was Rachel Berry, her personal alternative health advisor...and kisser extraordinaire.

"Now, I don't know what you like but they are all reliable natural alternatives that I swear by so just see what you like after you finish your soup and we'll take it from there," the brunette explained as she settled the tray on the table in front of the mesmerised blonde.

"You are so adorable."

"Yes, yes, I know, now eat up."

Quinn shook her head and chuckled as she sat up and put the bowl of soup onto her lap, the brunette's eyes focused on her with a constant look of wonder.

"Well?"

"Mmm it's delicious," Quinn answered honestly, causing Rachel's face to light up. Quinn vowed there and then to always strive to put that look on the brunette's face. Her stomach jumped as she resumed eating and Rachel put an arm around her lower back before sitting back contentedly. The blonde felt safer than she had ever felt in that moment, with a protective arm around her from someone she finally knew would never hurt her and who she knew cared so much about her.

As sick as she felt, she was feeling ten times better than the day before when she was in total confusion about what to do. Now, she was certain she had made the right decision.

The day was spent by Quinn dozing in and out of consciousness sprawled across Rachel, wiped out from the medicine and fever. Rachel would hold her tighter every time she began to shake in her sleep, or hold a damp cloth to her forehead if she was burning up. She wasn't sure if she was dreaming or if Rachel was really there holding her, but if she was she figured it was the best dream ever.

Rachel loved every minute of her day with Quinn, even if the other girl was asleep for the most part. She got the chance to look after her, to hold her, to watch over her. She whispered reassuring words gently as the blonde would mumble in her uncomfortable slumber, to help her relax back to a peaceful state. It also gave her a chance to catch up on these Jersey Shore idiots everyone was talking about. When Quinn would occasionally wake up they would talk about nothing important, but it was laced with flirtation.

She was just pulling the blanket around Quinn's shoulders when a ring tone rang out from the table. She cursed the loud music as the blonde in her arms stirred with a jolt and looked around, bewildered and half asleep. Rachel forgot all about the phone for a moment, in awe of how adorable a rosy-cheeked, just woken up Quinn Fabray was. She watched as Quinn answered the call from Brittany, letting her head flop back down onto Rachel's lap.

"Mmhey Brit...no, you're fine, I was just dozing...no, I have the flu...yeah...yeah I am...yes, I agree, I must have caught it from Lord Tubbington..."

She swivelled her body so she could face Rachel and they
shared a smile over Brittany's innocence. Quinn stretched out her legs and reached out to take a hold of Rachel's hand, igniting sparks inside the brunette. She pulled Rachel's arm around her and absentmindedly played with a bracelet on her wrist as she spoke with her friend.

"...no, Rachel's here with me...yes, Rachel...no Brit!...Whadya mean why not?...Well I'm sick and we're only just, we've just kissed a few days ago and well, we're taking things slow and this is not something I want to discuss right now!" Rachel sniggered as Quinn blushed and averted her eyes from Rachel's. She didn't need to hear the other side of the conversation to know where Brittany's conclusions had jumped to.

"I'm not embarrassed...Brit...Brit...stop singing at me Brittany!" Quinn couldn't help but giggle at the blonde making fun of her on the other end of the line, who was doing a very good Sandra Bullock a la Miss Congeniality impression to tease Quinn, with variations of "you want to kiss her" to annoy her friend.

"What are you up to anyway you Looney Toon?" Quinn asked, hoping to derail the girl's easily averted train of thought. Rachel played with a few strands of Quinn's hair as the blonde was filled in on Brittany's morning at Motocross practice. She then watched Quinn close her eyes and cover them with her arm before letting out a sigh which turned into a cough.

"Brit please, for the love of God I am begging you to stop telling me so much detail about your sex life...because it's personal...I really don't wana know how she looked in handcuffs Brit!...see, Santana agrees."

Rachel sniggered as she could hear a raised voice in the background behind the hum of Brittany's voice.

"...hey San, you need to have another chat with Brittany about over sharing...yeah totally...um yeah, the flu, I'm wiped out...yes, she is...no, we are not having s- just shut up the two of you!...umm if you guys want to...uh sure, okay...see you then...bye."

The blonde hung up the phone and looked back to the girl watching her with soft, caring eyes. "So, Brittany and Santana have kind of invited themselves over."

Rachel gulped. They knew about her and Quinn. Santana knew about her and Quinn. She knew it was Santana who had told Quinn to go for it with her though, and figured her fear of the feisty Santana Lopez was nothing but irrational. Besides, she had been getting along with her much better over the summer. Santana had told her drunkenly one night that she threw away the voodoo doll of Rachel she had made after Nationals since she wasn't "so bad afterall". She smiled back at Quinn.
"That's okay, as long as they're not going to start telling me about their sex life?"

Quinn chuckled back, running her hand up and down Rachel's arm. "Oh nobody is safe. Brittany forgets that not everybody wants to know whatever new positions they've learned in this month's Cosmo."

"They have that kinda thing in Cosmo?"

"I don't know – but if not, I sure as hell don't wana know where they do get them from..."

They shared another smile, Quinn looking more awake now and not as flushed as before. Rachel showed her anxiety as she continued.

"A-and they're okay with me? With us?"

"Totally. I think they had this whole thing between us figured out even before we did. And Santana likes you, don't worry. She may not always show it, but just give her time."

Rachel nodded. She was still nervous. These were the first people they would be meeting, together, that knew. Knew she liked Quinn. Knew Quinn liked her. Knew they had kissed. Were kissing...and hopefully soon to be dating? 'Let's just get through tonight, you can worry about that tomorrow Rachel...' She was disrupted from her thoughts when Quinn erupted into giggles as she read a text message from Santana. She held it out for Rachel to read who just answered "Oh lord, let's not watch Rookie Blue tonight then..."

Santana 7:34pm
Just met Mercedes n store.
U got off lucky, Brit practically
drew her a fuckin diagram. Do
NOT mention d word handcuffs
2nite Fabray. U need any shit
from pharmacy or anything?

Quinn loved that even though Santana was trying to be funny and give her a warning, she was being sweet at the same time. It was typical Santana, a big ball of mush underneath that bad-ass facade.

7:36pm
No thanks, Rachel brought
enough for a small hospital.

She blushed profusely when the reply came before her and sat up so Rachel wouldn't see it.

Santana 7:41pm
Well isnt dat soo cute! Ha hope
she not wearin a sexy nurse
outfit cuz I ownz dat look!
For real tho, Im happy 4 u
Fabreeze.

Quinn rolled her eyes and huffed. Her surname wasn't even spelled similarly to the household cleaner. She pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes to try and get the image of Rachel in Santana's candy striper outfit out of her mind.

"You okay?"

'Rachel...nurse Rachel...she would be so damn hot...oh God, stop blushing...stop thinking!'

She surprised Rachel when she grabbed her by the neck and pulled her lips to her own, stealing a heated kiss. They were both panting when they stopped a few minutes later, hair tangled and eyelids hooded.

"What was that for?" Rachel questioned with a lopsided grin, her hands running over Quinn's arms and neck making it very difficult for the blonde to concentrate.

'Because I was having a crazy dirty fantasy about you in a sexy uniform and couldn't stop myself?'

"Wel-uh-um well the girls will be here soon so I just had to kiss you before the onslaught of questions and teasing comes our way."

'Nice one, Fabray.' Quinn gave a satisfied smile when Rachel looked pleased with that answer. She looked into her eyes, willing her peripheral vision to stop bringing Rachel's heaving chest into focus.

Quinn was glad when the doorbell rang, dragging her mind out of the gutter. She was about to get up when Rachel put a hand on her knee and told her to stay.

"Qué onda, señoras!"

She heard Santana's greeting from the sitting room as the door closed. She really hoped the Latina would go easy on Rachel tonight. Brittany was the first in the sitting room door and she skipped over to Quinn to give her a big hug.

"Hey Quinnie, I'm so happy for you and Rachel!" she gushed before releasing her and clapping lightly.

"Thanks Brit," Quinn answered releasing her friend.
"We're gonna have so much fun on double dates!"

Santana came in next with her arm around a petrified looking Rachel's shoulders. It would have been comical if she wasn't totally into the girl.

"Santana what did yo-"

"I didn't say anything, Q!" she shouted back defensively with a smirk as Quinn glared at her and Rachel took her seat again on the other side of Quinn. The blonde looked to Rachel to get her input but she just shook her head with wide eyes and an awkward smile in agreement with the chuckling Latina.

"Hey Q I brought you that DVD you were asking about, figured you and Berry could learn a few tips from it."

Quinn was just about to ask what she was talking about when the complete box set of The L Word was thrown into her hands. 'That fucking smartass Lopez, I am going to kill h-'

"Oh I've always wanted to watch this!" Rachel piped up, taking the box and reading the description on the back.

Quinn glared at Santana who was making faces at her, wiggling her eyebrows. 'Oh you're lucky this time...' Quinn hoped Santana could read her thoughts from her fiery glare but she dropped her shoulders when Santana winked at her and turned to the television.

After a few more jibes at Quinn and embarrassing questions for the pair, Santana was done with her interrogation and returned her attention to Snooki shouting profanities at The Situation. She was so easily distracted with reality shows. Santana pulled her feet up under herself on the armchair and put her hand out naturally, taking hold of Brittany's who was on the couch next to her. They were the most loving, comfortable couple to be around behind closed doors. Quinn hoped that more of Santana's walls would come down as she grew older.

They watched tv, ordered take out and gossiped for hours. Quinn was glad to see how Rachel got on with Brittany and Santana, feeling a swell of pride whenever Rachel could make Santana laugh. It was a serious accolade in her mind. As the night went on, she felt more comfortable about being with Rachel in front of her friends, naturally blushing when she first took the brunette's hand only for Brittany to whisper loudly "aww look, they're so cute, San" to her girlfriend. Santana just smiled warmly at Brittany after winking at them.

By the end of the night, Rachel had her arm around her neck and Quinn was holding her hand, fiddling with her rings as they all settled in to watch Mean Girls. She had seen it a thousand times but when it came up in conversation that Rachel had never seen it, Santana nearly fell off her seat and couldn't find the DVD in Quinn's room fast enough.

"It's an integral part of your teenage life to watch this movie, Berry!"

Quinn scoffed at hearing Santana say "integral", assuming she would come out with something more along the lines of "No me gusta! You'll watch this motherfuckin' movie or I'll endz you, puta! " 'Good to see she's grown up since the eighth grade – I thought she was actually going to kill me when I hadn't seen it...'

- "I hear her hair's insured for ten thousand dollars."

- "Glenn Coco? Four for you, Glenn Coco! You go, Glenn Coco."

- "I can't go out...I'm sick. Boo you whore."

- "She doesn't even go here!"

Quinn had fallen asleep after the first few minutes, coming to every now and then, recognising the memorable lines. She could feel Rachel's slow breathing as she rested her head on the brunette's neck, her perfume light enough not to overpower her but strong enough to make her want to turn her head and kiss the girl's throat. But as soon as the thought was in her head, she would be asleep again. 'Damn flu...' She could feel Rachel laughing every so often, yet holding it in so as not to shake her awake. She could hear the three girls conversing quietly but never enough to pull her completely into consciousness and out of her cosy cocoon, with Rachel running a protective hand over her leg.

As Halycon + on + on by Orbital introduced the credits onto the screen, she felt Rachel move underneath her and mumbles of noise around her. She wasn't sure if she was now lying on a cushion or if Rachel had turned into one.

"...better get going..."

"...I'll be out in a sec Brit..."

"...about that talk..."

Quinn struggled to wake herself from her dreamy state, not sure if she was in Africa with Lindsay Lohan wearing Santa outfits or in her sitting room trying to listen to Rachel and Santana talking in the hallway. Lindsay was trying to sell her foot cream and Kalteen bars and singing Jingle Bell Rock. It was very confusing. She missed lying on Rachel. She missed the smell of her perfume on her cardigan. What was Lindsay saying to her? It sounded just like Santana's voice. Did they have the same voice?

"So, as Quinn's bestie you know I gotta give you the talk right?"

Was Lindsay Lohan her best friend? She didn't think she even liked her...and who was she talking to? Was there someone else in the desert plains with them? Lindsay was getting her into a seriously strange situation...

"I-I know. I'm not going to hurt her Santana, I promise."

Who the hell was that? Is it that camel by the tree? Is Santana secretly Lindsay Lohan in disguise? Quinn was frowning now in her sleep, mumbling into the cushion, as the Lindsay in her head suddenly became her Latino best friend. There was familiar music coming from somewhere to confuse her even more.

"I know Berry. But I gots to give you the whole threatening 'You hurt her and I'll kill you' speech. It's part of the job. But, well I actually sorta like you when you're not wrecking my head in Glee Club. It's obvious you got it bad for Q and I think you'd make her happy. So, yeah keep doin' what you're doin' and if you do hurt her I will go all kinds of crazy on your ass."

"Got it."

"And you don't have to look so scared of me all the time. We're cool."

"Got it."

She heard desert Santana laugh.

"Later Berry."

"Wait, Santana...I just want to thank you for what you did. I didn't think I would ever get a chance with Quinn."
"Yeah well, I knew you liked her. And she likes you too so all I had to do was tell her to get her head out of her ass."

The camel laughed. It smelled like honey and lemon. Or was that the room? Was that Rachel behind it? Quinn ran towards the girl. She liked that girl. She craved that girl. She was waving but they couldn't see her.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Do you think she would - do you think she'd ever, um..."

"Spit it out Berry, I got a girlfriend waiting."

"Um would Quinn go out with me?"

"Like on a date?"

"No, like be my girlfriend kinda thing."

The camel sounded nervous. Where did it go? Rachel was standing in its place now, looking nervous, talking to Santana in the Santa suit. She was looking really cute. Quinn smiled in her sleep when she got closer to the girls across the plain and could see Rachel was now wearing a nurse's uniform.

"Ha you're so in love, I might have to vomit. I think you just need to give her time, I mean she freaked out only a few days ago. Just give her time, k?"

"No I will, I just meant, like in the future. I don't mean right now, you know?"

"Definitely a possibility. You're funny when you're all nervous Berry. Don't worry so much, okay? Quinn likes you, you like her. Just keep it simple and go with the flow. Now go back to your girl, I'll see you during the week."

"Thanks Santana."

Quinn heard a door close behind her and the music stop, to be replaced with loud Jersey accents which were then turned down low. She felt her hair being pushed out of her eyes and the ground moving underneath her and the desert disappearing. She came back to reality as Rachel lifted her feet once more to sit underneath them alongside her.

"Hey sleepyhead."

Quinn looked at Rachel with one eye open, rubbing the other one to wake up. 'Ahh dreaming. I knew I wouldn't go on an extravagant trip with Lindsay Lohan in real life...'

Quinn snorted to herself as she remembered her bizarre dream and Rachel watched her in amusement. The blonde sat up and looked around, a bowl of popcorn, empty Chinese cartons and a few glasses on the table.

"The girls gone?"

"Yeah, they just left."

Quinn nodded and then realised that not everything she was remembering was a dream. 'That's why Rachel had looked so scared of Santana...they had 'the talk'...and she wants to be my girlfriend?'

She was initially alarmed of this. 'Girlfriend. With a girl. Gay. Lesbian. Her. With Rachel.' Her mind raced with words and thoughts as Rachel pulled her closer finally making eye contact with her. Quinn looked into the questioning brown eyes and melted into Rachel's touch. She smiled and kissed her firmly, everything falling into place as she felt Rachel's soothing lips banish the negative thoughts. 'Girlfriends. With Rachel. I could totally do that.'

She wasn't about to declare her love or ask Rachel out, but at least now she was feeling excited rather than petrified about these events that they would eventually come to.

"Mmm it's getting late," Rachel mumbled against Quinn's lips. "Dad text earlier, said to be home by eleven."

Quinn looked at the clock on the mantelpiece. She couldn't believe it was ten thirty already.

"Will your Mom be home soon?"

"Yeah, she had to go to Cleveland today but she's due back around eleven thirty."

"That's okay then. Well, I better be going."

Quinn couldn't believe that she was immediately missing Rachel already, even though she hadn't left yet. 'Oh God I'm totally whipped, aren't I?'

"Okay well, thank you so much for today. Best nurse ever."

Quinn had a flashback of her dream version of Nurse Rachel and bit her lip, leaning closer to the brunette.

"It was my pleasure," Rachel croaked, the close proximity of the other girl sending her senses into overdrive.

They kissed once more and Rachel eventually stopped them with a groan.

"I really have to go...as hard as it is to stop kissing you."

Butterflies invaded Quinn yet again. Rachel was becoming intoxicating to her. She was craving her, wanting to be near her, to touch her. She felt cold when Rachel stood up, and she walked her to the door. She was falling for her faster than she could have imagined. She couldn't comprehend how this girl had turned her life on its head with a kiss and now, here she was, after spending an entire day with her, not wanting to have to say goodbye.

Once Rachel was safely in her car after a heated goodbye kiss on the doorstep, Quinn hugged herself and watched Rachel's rear lights fade as she turned the corner at the end of the street. She closed the door and rested her back against it. She was still weak but feeling better than when she had woken up that morning in a ball of sweat.

Twenty minutes later when she was finished cleaning up the sitting room and the dishes, she found her phone under a cushion on silent. Two new messages.

Santana 10:33pm
You got a good thing with Berry.
Don't fuck it up. Feel better Q.
Brit says to say Berry is hot an
u guys wud make cute babies. :-O
I just threw up a little. X

Rachel 10:44pm
I left some remedies in the fridge
for the morning. And you better
take them! Miss you already, I'm a
total sap. Sweet dreams x x

She sent her replies before heading upstairs to bed.

10:48pm
Thanks San. Tell Brit you guys
would have adorable babies too
as long as they didn't pick up too
many bad words from you.
Thanks for calling over. And
thanks for being sweet to Rachel.
x x

She laughed to herself, knowing Santana would be cursing her name for teasing her back and replied to Rachel's message.

10:50pm
Don't kill me if you wake up sick
tomorrow, I told you not to kiss
me ;) Who would I be to disobey
your doctor's orders? Don't worry,
I miss you too. I'll have to get sick
more often. Goodnight Rachel.
x x

By the time she had hit 'send' a reply from Santana was waiting for her.

Santana 10:52pm
Screw you!

She chuckled at the predictable yet desired reply.

10:54pm
Love you too San! xxx

She sighed contentedly as she turned off her bedside lamp. She got to spend the whole day with Rachel, see her friends and find out Rachel wanted to eventually ask her out. She tried not to think about the fact that Santana said Rachel was in love with Quinn, and Rachel hadn't denied it. That was too much to think about just yet. She was out like a light before her mother came home early a few minutes later, returning to her dream world, only this time it was only Rachel Berry who was with her.

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Author's Note: Review please! :) Happy to see you guys are enjoying it so far! :)

Friday...

It had been four days since Quinn had gone over to Rachel's house and they finally sorted things out after that unexpected first kiss. They had agreed to take things slow. And they had stuck to that, for the most part. But things had developed quickly during the week and now they were in Puck's swimming pool at nine thirty in the evening and Quinn realised she had fallen for Rachel. Hard and Fast.

She felt Rachel's lips on her collarbone and smirked, leaning her head back. Her legs were wrapped around Rachel's waist as Rachel kept them upright in the pool, occasionally bouncing them lightly through the warm water.

Quinn let out a moan and brought her head back to face Rachel, giving her hair a light tug to bring her face back up. Rachel's longing eyes returned to hers and she looked around briefly before grinning and reaching up to kiss the blonde in her arms. A few of their friends were still hanging around outside the house while most people had moved inside once the barbequing was done and the sun's heat had disappeared from the air. Mike and Tina were sitting on a pool lounger discussing a gig they were at recently while Mercedes was styling Kurt's hair into questionable plaits. He let out a shriek when she put a mirror in front of him to examine her work.

Quinn sighed after she pulled away from Rachel, running one hand down her bikini clad back to cause the brunette to shiver.

"This time last week if you told me I would be kissing Rachel Berry and have told everyone in Glee Club? I would have laughed in your face."

"This time last week I was probably sitting at home day dreaming about you, thinking you would never even talk to me, never mind want me."

"Some week, huh?"

Rachel returned the beautiful smile Quinn was giving her and hugged her closer. "Some amazing week. I'm so happy," Rachel declared as Quinn played with Rachel's loose ponytail before kissing her once more.

They pulled apart abruptly after hearing a nearby wolf whistle and gave simultaneous eye rolls before glaring at a smirking Noah Puckerman.

"Don't stop on my account, ladies," he exclaimed, as he walked past with plates of barbequed food towards the house, giving them a wink.

"Perv," Rachel muttered, pulling Quinn closer again as if to protect her from Puck's leering eyes.
Quinn's eyes welled a little. She loved that Rachel was so protective of her, even though she knew Puck was actually happy for them and would never try anything with her or Rachel now. He was the same with Brittany and Santana, showing his hidden sweet side whenever he was around them. If anything, she was expecting a brotherly talk from him later on in the night. He would always look out for Rachel and she was glad that the brunette had someone else in the club to look out for her.

She watched him retreat in the back door of the house and returned her gaze to Rachel who was watching Puck with a frown. It was too cute for Quinn and she couldn't hold in her light laugh.

"C'mere you, silly," Quinn whispered as she captured Rachel's lips once more, wiping the frown off her face and replacing it with pure bliss. The last few days flashed through Quinn's mind as she thought of how they had ended up at this carefree point. When Rachel walked them towards the wall of the pool and the cold surface gently scraped her back, her thoughts halted and Quinn's body in front of her once again became her sole focus.

'Yup...definitely an amazing week...'


Flashback...

Tuesday

Rachel groaned as she stretched her back off the bed after slamming her hand down on her alarm clock to snooze it. It took a few seconds for her to realise what had happened over the past few days and a sleepy grin appeared on her face. She felt an onslaught of butterflies as she thought about getting to see Quinn again today. She couldn't get enough of the blonde girl who had her mesmerised for months.
She curled back into her pillow and thought back over the evening before; every kiss, every touch, every moan Quinn breathed into Rachel's ear. It had been heaven after spending so long watching her from the sidelines. She had never expecting acknowledgement from the blonde, never mind for Quinn to want her. The brunette let out a contented sigh before her alarm rang out again. 09:40a.m. illuminated the face on the pink clock. This constituted a serious lie in for Rachel during the summer months, compared to her six a.m. start during school term. She turned it off and went over to her window to see what the day had in store.

The sun was waiting to shine warmly after a few clouds would kindly drift away, and it was calm and dry. 'Perfect day for a romantic picnic.' She smiled to herself and opened out the window, letting the early morning sounds fill her bedroom. She could hear her father mowing the front lawn but couldn't see him from her window. She could see her neighbour next door planting flowers in her back yard, stopping to wipe her brow before returning to her task. She could hear kids somewhere nearby screeching on a trampoline and laughed, remembering childhood memories of her own. Rachel loved when summer invaded her senses just from looking outside for a few seconds. If she wasn't in a good mood already, it would have cheered her up instantly.

She picked up her phone and re-read Quinn's message, her heartbeat picking up again. Rachel was amazed how Quinn didn't need to be physically present to have an impact on her body. The brunette's eyes concentrated on her favourite part of the message;

'...What have you done to me?
:) All I want to do is kiss you...'

She shook her head lightly. What had she done to Quinn? What had Quinn done to her? She had occupied Rachel's mind and heart so completely, without realising it. Rachel wasn't even sure how it had started, but she was still with Finn when she noticed one day in Glee practice that she would watch Quinn Fabray more than her own boyfriend. She could remember becoming aware of this some time in March. She remembered watching as a perfect blonde eyebrow rose over a questioning hazel eye as Mr. Schuester yapped on about this one time he attended a Jazzercise class that Holly Holiday was teaching. He really needed to stop over sharing with his students. Nobody could do the incredulous single eyebrow raise quite like Quinn Fabray. It had boggled Rachel's mind at the time, as to why it made her bite her lip and stare intensely at the blonde sitting a few seats away.

She remembered Quinn's sweet voice standing out amongst all others whenever they performed. She knew Quinn wasn't the strongest singer, but her Alto voice touched Rachel the most. It was the most sultry; the one that got into your brain and made you want to tell everyone else to stop and let the blonde continue her melody alone to haunt your mind and make your skin tingle. Performing duets with Finn didn't make her light up inside anymore. A year prior, he had been the one she was fixated on. The one she thought she couldn't live without.

When she realised she had feelings for Quinn, she had scoffed at the supposed love she had felt for Finn Hudson. It had been just a school girl fantasy; the football quarterback who actually liked her and could keep up with her own voice. Not the brightest crayon in the pack but sweet and good looking. It wasn't enough to settle for him anymore after she figured out how badly she wanted Quinn. Her feelings for Finn were nothing compared to how she felt about Quinn Fabray. She really didn't think she would ever have a chance with the hazel eyed girl, but she couldn't string along her second choice any longer and finally broke up with him at the start of the summer. She had felt such relief, knowing in her heart that he could not make her happy anymore.

Now Rachel had the chance to show Quinn that she could be the one to make her happy. She could be the one to love her. She knew it was too soon for Quinn to be on the same page as her, but it didn't mean Rachel wasn't going to show the blonde how special she was to her. There was still a niggling fear residing in Rachel's thoughts that she had to be careful not to push Quinn away. She would be sure to keep to her initial deal with Quinn - they would take things slow.

'...What have you done to me?
:) All I want to do is kiss you...'

She read the message a final time, the words already memorised subconsciously, and sent Quinn a message, inviting her for a picnic in the woodland park a few miles out of town. She hoped the idea wasn't too much, too soon. Was it too gay? Was it too couple-y? She hoped it was casual enough. She wasn't sure, but after an hour of deliberating with Kurt on the phone before bed the night before, they agreed on a picnic as a simple way of getting to know each other...with necessary alone time included.

It was definitely better than some of their other choices which included serenading her outside her window with an original Rachel Berry song (way too much - and apparently her song writing talents didn't blow everyone away just yet), going to the movies (too boring and cliché - sitting next to Quinn for two hours not being able to speak to her did not sound like fun) or inviting her over for dinner (too soon to be unleashing her inquisitive fathers on the poor girl just yet).
Hopefully a simple yet elegantly prepared picnic lunch would be the perfect setting to furthering this new relationship between them. Rachel knew what her dream outcome to this situation would be; to ask Quinn out and for her to say yes. For Quinn to be her girlfriend. Eventually. It was too soon and too intense just yet, she knew this and had to keep reminding herself of how suddenly it had all come to light for Quinn. Rachel did not want to mess this up or scare her away. 'Don't get ahead of yourself Rachel...' She could keep herself in check like she had agreed. Quinn already stormed out on her once, she didn't know if she could look at the blonde and see her so full of anguish again. She was going to make sure she didn't ruin anything.

She hummed to herself as she busied around her room dressing her bed. She was fantasizing about her plans for the day. Her mind started to spin off on a tangent as she fluffed a pillow, thinking about how she would get to kiss Quinn again today... 'maybe cuddle her on the blanket...maybe lie on top of her and feel her skin against me, as her breathing would get laboured, she's so hot when she's turned on, maybe I'd get to-.'

Rachel threw the pillow and yelped when her phone beeped, knocking her alarm clock with a clang, putting her hand to her speeding heart. 'Son of a -! Okay so maybe I need a cold shower today...' She sank onto the bed, unable to hide the disappointment on her face as she read the received message.

Quinn 09:56am
Hey Rach, been sick all
morning. Think I've got the
flu :( All achy & have fever.
Mom confined me to bed for
the day. Would have loved a
picnic with you. Was looking
forward to today so much :)
Maybe during the week
when I'm not so horrendous
looking and about to die? x

Rachel scoffed. 'As if Quinn could ever look less than stunning. I bet she's the cutest patient in the world.' She felt as if a rug had been pulled from under her and she had landed with a thud on her ass. She was gutted not only that Quinn wasn't well but that she would not get to see her. The thought quickly flew through her mind that the blonde could be faking it to avoid her, but she immediately shook it away. She knew she could trust Quinn more than that. She sent a reply before picking her clock back up and searching for the escaped batteries in various locations around the floor.

09:58am
No more dramatic storm
outs by you again Quinn
Fabray! They're clearly
detrimental to your health.
And I'm sure you look as
breathtaking as always even
in your ailing state. Don't
worry, we'll reschedule. You
just concentrate on getting
better. Is your mother
minding you? x x

She tried to busy herself but she was just biding time until a reply was received. The loud beep from her phone was her most favourite sound when she knew it was signalling a message from Quinn.

Quinn 10:02am
Aww you're so sweet. :) You
even know how to make me
smile when I can barely move.
No Mom had to go to work.
I'm fine though, I have plenty
cold and flu crap & my comfy
bed. Sad I don't get to have
that picnic though. x

Rachel grinned triumphantly at making Quinn smile. It was definitely something she loved getting used to; that she could make that perfect face light up with her words or even better, with a kiss. She swung her legs giddily as she wrote her reply, hoping she might still get to see the blonde today.

10:03am
You just wrote "I can barely
move" and then "I'm fine
though". You're not fine and
you're on your own. This
upsets me. Do you want me to
come over? x x

'Please say yes, please say yes.'

Quinn 10:05am
No don't be silly. I won't have
you catching something from
me. I'll be fine, honestly. x

Rachel became anxious, running her fingers through her hair as the sound of the lawnmower outside droned on. 'I'll be fine...'She hated deciphering girl talk. If a girl said she was fine, you never knew if she was fine or was going to hate you forever for not being smart enough to read between the lines and realising "I'm fine" meant "of course I'm not fine, stupid! Do exactly the opposite of what I'm saying!" She had gotten frustrated enough with Finn on so many occasions when he would turn away with a nonchalant "okay" when he was clearly supposed to pry more and realise "I'm fine" meant that she was angry with him. Now that she was in that position, she laughed and rolled her eyes, never imagining she would be on the other side of the ever confusing "I'm fine" conundrum. 'Ugh boys are so much easier. And simpler...but not as hot. Especially not as hot as Quinn...shut up Rachel! Back to texting!'

10:07am
Nonsense. I have a superiorly
high immune system ever since
that awful time I had laryngitis.
I take my health supplements
very seriously. If you want
company, just say the word
and I'll be there. x x

She waited patiently until she realised it had been a quarter of an hour and sighed. 'She probably fell asleep. Or is sick of me. Was I too pushy? Too annoying? Damnit...' She sighed dramatically. She got up to make her way downstairs for breakfast. She had neglected to eat with all the texting and waiting. She knew she had it bad when she was ignoring her morning schedule yet again. When her message tone finally hit her ears it caused her to jump and a smile to instantly illuminate her face.

Quinn 10:22am
Sorry, just got sick. Ugh. :(

Rachel's eyebrows furrowed, the thought of Quinn in such a fragile state instantly caused a pain to tighten her chest. She couldn't leave her on her own in such a state. It was inhumane! It had nothing to do with missing her and not being able to wait another day to see her. She was putting her foot down.

10:23am
I'll be there in half an hour.
No buts. x x

Rachel waited patiently for the response.

Quinn 10:24am
K. x

Rachel usually groaned whenever people abbreviated text messages so drastically but since it was Quinn Fabray she just smiled and got ready, the whole time picturing Quinn in the back of her mind. She couldn't get ready fast enough and tripped over herself, knocking her favourite perfume all over her favourite rug, burned herself with her hair straightener - twice, and nearly fell down the stairs.

"Woah, pumpkin!"

"Sorry Daddy, be back later," she called after nearly running her father over as he wheeled the lawnmower towards the garage. She turned back, gave him a kiss on the cheek before jogging towards her car again. "Love you!"

He shook his head. He didn't know who was making his daughter this giddy and animated but he figured it must be someone special. He stifled a laugh as he watched the brunette drop her car keys, curse, and drop them again before jumping into her car in a fluster. With an excited wave she was off down the avenue, Barbra's latest greatest hits album blaring as her windows rolled down. He was intrigued as to who the mystery person was, but he knew Rachel would tell her fathers in her own time. He chuckled to himself again before continuing with his morning chores on his day off from work as Rachel sang her favourite tunes loudly along with hand gestures, unable to kerb her excitement to see Quinn once again.


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