Underneath

by fapezberryphan

What would you do if you actually had a penis? This is a story of how Quinn, Rachel and Santana grow together and make their relationship work. This story follows the RP of q-fabray-nyc, rachelberry-barbra, and lopez-nyc. The beginning is focused on Faberry and then Fapezberry. Santana will be incorporated after a few chapters. I updated my user name, so don't worry.

1. Bacon, Hamburgers, and Vegan friendly

Rachel: As many of you may know, I am Rachel Berry, future broadway sensation. I've decided to make the blog to keep my fans, as well as my friends, updated with my life as I begin my life at NYADA.

I will keep you all updated with my journey to Broadway over these next few years!

Quinn: You just want a documentation to look back at when you finally become famous. And who might you direct to this when they ask of the Rachel Barbara Berry?

Rachel: I want to remember everything Quinn, what better way than to document it?

And I would direct anyone interested in the beginning of my journey to Broadway. I wasn't aware you had a blog as well. Oh that is just too exciting! We'll be able to keep each other up to date on our achievements!

Quinn: You have a point there, though it does seem a little excessive. I don't think everyone wants to know the day to day process just because it's entirely boring. A summary will suffice.

As for me having a blog, of course. I mean I need one to just talk. Get things off my chest.

Rachel: I suppose you are right there. People probably aren't interested in anything but the big details.

If you ever need someone to talk to, I can be a good listener. Despite my tendency to talk more than the average person.

Quinn: They tend to just fall asleep during the little stuff. It's just how people are.

Thank you for the offer, but I feel like what I have to talk about is extremely private.

Rachel: You're definitely right. I shouldn't bore people with menial details about my daily life.

Well, the offer is always open. I'm not one to judge. I know we haven't always been the closest of friends, but I do consider you a great friend, and I wouldn't ever want you to feel that you couldn't talk to me.

Quinn: Well, I wouldn't say that everything is menial. They just want to know if they can identify with you. Don't you identify with Barbara some how?

Thank you Rachel. Maybe later I'll let you know.

Rachel: I definitely identify with so many aspects of Barbra's life. Her struggles, her ambition…I'm going to stop myself now, because I'm sure I've made this speech more than once over the course of high school.

You're welcome, Quinn.

When do you leave for Yale? I'd love to grab lunch or coffee before you head out of Lima.

Quinn: I leave next week, but you have the tickets I gave you to travel to Yale and I have tickets to travel to New York. We'll see each other.

You're always welcome to talk to me as well. I know we've been through a lot together.

Rachel: Thank you so much for those, again. I will definitely be using those as soon as I get to New York. I may have looked up how much a metro pass like that costs…and I owe you quite a few lunches/dinners/coffees.

We have been through quite a lot. I am so happy to call you my friend.

Quinn: Rachel, it's okay. It's a gift to you so we can stay in contact with each other.

I'm happy to call you a friend as well. Would you like to go to lunch tomorrow?

Rachel: Its a gift that is greatly appreciated.

I'd love to grab lunch tomorrow. How does noon sound?

Quinn: You're very welcome.

I'm free then. Where would you like to go? You pick the place.

Rachel: There's this new burger place that I've heard has amazing real and veggie burgers if you'd like to try that? I know you like bacon.

Quinn: Oh? I haven't heard of that yet. I'd love to try it out. I can come pick you up and we can go together. And yes, bacon is a favorite of mine.

XXX

How could one go about actually approaching the subject of having a penis? The answer, you couldn't especially if you were a female in today's society. People would shun you for the very thing. Not for just being a lesbian, but because you had something that was consider part of a myth. The myth they would be referring to would be that of Hermaphroditus, the being that was created between Hermes and Aphrodite. Hermaphroditus was the deity of bisexuality, so hence it was Greek to people... literally. Quinn Fabray's parents acted like they accepted every part of the blonde, but in reality, they didn't. They hid it from people, telling the blonde it was a sin to even be this creature.

Quinn's father, Russell, even prompted her to get it changed, telling to choose to be normal. Thankfully, the blonde had discussed her condition with her best friend Santana. It was only then the Latina had convinced her nothing was wrong with being who she was. Quinn had chosen to keep her penis, choosing to be who she was. The blonde did have other friends, but none of them knew about her extra appendage like Santana. How could she though? Just go up to them and say, 'Hey... just so you know, I have a fully functioning 8 inch penis that I tuck everyday to hide.' Oh yes, that would go over quite well with everyone. Instead, every part of her was left unexposed to anyone, making herself the mysterious girl most people feared.

What would even be the point of walking up to a person to have that conversation? Gain interest or possible make the person pity you so you felt like you had a friend? No, that would be stupid to even consider. No one would even take you seriously. On top of that, Quinn had fallen in love with a certain five foot and three inch Dive that roamed the halls of McKinley with her best friend Santana, but she never acted on it. She never really could. To her Rachel was in love with Finn, evening going to get married to the boy against her own wishes. Thankfully, the day never came with Rachel and Finn getting married, but that was only due to her having her car wreck on the same day. She was going to go through with letting Rachel marry Finn even if she didn't accept it and wanted Rachel for herself.

It had taken her a whole year to even recover from the wreck and even walk again. She fought though just so she could be capable in life. Now, 6 months, after the wreck and after Rachel had been accepted in to NYADA, while Quinn had been accepted into Yale Quinn was currently still at home and friends with Rachel Berry. They were both still in Lima gearing up for their move to their colleges, keeping in touch with each other over the months. Quinn had branched out even more though over the past couple of months, putting herself on the line for Rachel, trying to keep up their friendship. She worried though, if she ever actually tried to start up a relationship with the brunette, that she'd be rejected in the end and left not even being able to maintain her friendship with the girl she actually loved more than anything in the world. All she really knew though was she wanted someone else other than Santana to understand her and accept her. She wanted someone she could love and have that love returned.

Quinn had sent a text to Rachel earlier that day, asking her if she wanted to get lunch at a local place. She let the brunette choose the place, knowing Rachel would know of somewhere she could eat. The blonde sent Rachel a text, letting her know she was headed to her house then so they could have their lunch together they planned for. Sighing as she approached her car, she wondered why she was joining Rachel at this new burger place for lunch. Why was she branching out so much to possibly get rejected in the end when the girl found out? She didn't know why. All she knew was she wanted someone to understand her and accept her like her parents and Santana. Quinn pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to the girl to let her know she was on her way. Sinking into the driver's seat, she drove off to Rachel's house to pick up the brunette for their lunch outing.

Rachel had always been an early riser. Her daily routine consisted of a run on her elliptical followed by a shower and an intense facial regiment. She woke earlier than usual, however, at the excitement of dining with her relatively new friend, Quinn Fabray. The brunette had always had a fascination with the blonde, one that she couldn't explain to herself. However, she assumed it was because Quinn Fabray was the kind of person everyone wanted to be. True, she was gorgeous. But she was also smart, talented…Rachel could go on for hours. In fact she had spoken in length about the blonde to her best friend Kurt, but was only met with a roll of his eyes and then a subject change to Blaine's latest hair care product craze.

Even in the early stages of their relationship, Rachel and Quinn had dynamic push and pull tendencies. This transcended into their relatively strong friendship, at least the brunette thought so. Her thoughts were reaffirmed by Quinn's gift: two metro passes; one for each of them. Though Rachel had definitely planned on visiting Quinn in New Haven, she hadn't been sure her presence would be a welcome one. These doubts were definitely long gone now.

It was nearing the time Quinn was due to pick her up and she glanced at her phone every few seconds to make sure she hadn't yet missed a text. She heard the cell buzz the moment she sat it down, immediately making a move to pick it back up. She smiled at the text, glad that the blonde hadn't simply blown her off in favor of Santana or Brittany. She replied a quick text, letting her know she was ready before, leaving her Dads a note for when they would get off work, letting them know her whereabouts. The brunette picked up her purse, slipping her phone inside before walking out onto the porch to wait for Quinn's arrival.

Weaving through the streets, Quinn kept her eyes on the road and pressed the power button on the radio. She relaxed some, though most of her was silently freaking out with spending time with the one girl she tormented throughout high school. Part of wondered what Rachel had up her sleeve just because she did the same thing for years. Quinn had changed though, wanting to actually be her friend than her enemy. The blonde was quiet as she contemplated the ways of possibly telling Rachel that she liked her more than just a friend. Simply telling someone you were attracted to them was east, but actually saying you harbor feelings was different, which was making the blonde sweat. Instead, she figured she keep it quiet and not talk about it unless the perfect time arose.

During lunch would most definitely not be one of those times. Quinn couldn't talk about it. She wouldn't either just because the idea of being rejected hurt worse than anything in the world. Pulling into the driveway of Rachel's house, she looked towards the porch and smiled warmly to the girl she was currently thinking of, waving to her. She rolled down her window and spoke clearly. "You ready to go?" She asked, putting her car in park to make sure the girl could easily run tell her fathers she was leaving.

Rachel's worries that the blonde wouldn't show were quelled the moment the small car pulled onto her road. She felt slightly guilty about worrying about Quinn's motives for their outing. But after years of cancelled plans, she had learned to linger on the cautious side when it came to excitement. A large grin appeared on the brunette's lips as she excitedly waved to Quinn as the girl pulled into her driveway.

Turning around, she locked the front door before practically skipping to the car, unable to contain her excitement. "Shall we be on our way?" she asked, walking to the passenger door, opening it and climbing inside the vehicle. "Thank you for agreeing to accompany me to lunch today, Quinn."

Quinn smiled to the brunette, giving her a small nod. "Just wanted to make sure your fathers were okay with you being with me this afternoon," she murmured softly before she started backing out of the driveway. She hummed slightly at the tune on the radio before taking off towards the restaurant. "You're welcome Rach. We are friends though, so you don't need to thank me." Smiling to the girl, she kept her eyes on the road until she parked near the place the brunette had suggested and grinned to the girl. "How did you hear about this place?" Raising her eyebrows, she got out of the car and waited for Rachel. "Have you been here before... with your fathers or Finn?" She asked, locking the car behind them.

"My dads are both at work right now, but I left them a note. I'm sure they won't mind in the slightest that we're going out to lunch." She rested her hands in her lap, playing with her own fingers to keep from fidgeting too much - a nervous habit she had picked up over the years. Quinn pulled up to the restaurant and Rachel burst into a grin once more, excitement bubbling over.

The pair exited the car and the brunette turned her attention to the blonde with a small smile "Daddy came here the other day and completely raved about it. He told me that they had veggie burgers too." She cleared her throat slightly, her smile toning down a few notches "I haven't really seen Finn since right after graduation," she mumbled as they walked to the door. Rachel snapped out of her thoughts, opening the door for Quinn with another smile. "After you!"

Pausing at the Rachel's smile falling slightly, Quinn furrowed her brows a little. When she noticed her smile return at the doors, she figured to drop the subject. She smiled warmly to the girl and nodded. "Thank you," she stated softly, nodding her head. Walking in, she smiled to the attendant and asked for a table for two. Quinn let Rachel lead before taking her seat across from her. "Thank you for suggesting this place," she murmured softly as she looked through the menu. Deciding on a bacon cheeseburger, she set her menu back down and smiled warmly to the girl.

Normally she would have just ignored the issue with Finn, but curiosity got the best of her. "What happened with Finn?" She asked softly, resting her elbows on the table as she rubbed her chin slightly. "Last I knew you two were going strong." She furrowed her brows a little and bit her lip just a little as she stared at the girl across from her.

Rachel followed Quinn to their table, sitting down across from the blonde. She immediately flipped open her menu, scanning the pages for the veggie burger. It sounded pleasant, so she closed her menu a few moments after Quinn. She smiled across at the other girl, hoping it would suffice to fill the temporary silence. Thankfully, Quinn quickly broke the lull in conversation before the quiet air could turn awkward.

Looking down at her fingers momentarily, she shrugged lightly, unsure of how to answer without over-sharing. Lifting her head to once again look across the table, she bit down on her bottom lip. "Well…he got the bright idea that joining the army would be the best decision for him. And that he would just be holding me back in New York," she paused a moment, fiddling with her fingers, "I'm actually happy about it though. After being away from him I realized how unhealthy and forced everything really was…just like you had said." She felt herself let out a soft chuckle.

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows slightly to the brunette, her eyes searching over the girl's face. "So he left?" She asked, lifting her hand to rub against her forehead a little. "I don't understand. He wanted to be with you so much that he was going to move with you. I thought he was following you there. I mean, I understand that everything was forced between you two sometimes to the point it baffled me." Shaking her head slowly, she furrowed her brows even more until she sighed. "It's better for you though. You can do what you've always wanted without having to deal with someone holding you back. It's what everyone wanted. We want you to go further than us."

She smiled warmly before glancing to the waiter and ordering her food along with her drink. Leaning against the table, she bit her lip gently. "Are you staying at the same apartment? How are you going to pay for it?" She asked, blinking a moment before looking at the brunette. "Who are you going to live with then?"

Rachel shook her head. Truth be told, she was just as confused as the blonde sounded. Finn had always been…uncertain. But she had always filed it under the 'adorable' qualities. But when it came to the future, the future that was so incredibly certain for her, she couldn't see past the immaturity of it all. She figured if she had given him enough time, things would work out and they would come out of it stronger. "I think he's visiting some family before he goes off to enlist. I haven't really spoken with him since." She gave Quinn a shy smile before shaking her head "You're going to be going places too, Quinn. I mean…Yale! I am so happy for you." she said softly.

The waiter interrupted her admiration of Quinn's accomplishments and she placed her order as well, getting an iced tea along with her veggie burger, no onions. "Well, my dads thought it would be best to stay in the apartment we'd already looked at. It's in a safe part of town close to campus. But as of right now, I don't have a roommate. We're looking for one through NYADA's social media page though. Hopefully we'll find someone acceptable. If not, I'll be relocating to a smaller and more affordable apartment," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

The blonde felt angry at him just leaving Rachel, basically ignoring her then. Before she could make her comments, she received her compliments of Yale. Quinn shook her head slightly with a smile to the girl. Moving on though to the apartment, she bit her lip gently. "Make sure it's safe though. New York can be be shady depending on the area. We found that out the last time we went up there and you tried to buy those tickets." She rolled her eyes at the memory though and laughed slightly. "It makes me feel weird being so far away from my friends. Even then you're going to a scary place. I wish I could be there to protect you." Shrugging slightly, she took her drink that had arrived and sipped at it slowly.

"What are you hoping to gain through NYADA? What degree exactly?" She asked, rubbing her fingers against the table as she watched Rachel. "Have you thought about the dorms on site? I know it's a little more expensive, but it's safe. You'd be safe compared to an apartment."

"I greatly appreciate your concern. And, truthfully, I've been a little worried about living in such a big city by myself." She rolled her eyes playfully at the mention of the Cats tickets, still slightly embarrassed that she had put herself in that situation. And that Quinn Fabray had known a broadway fact that Rachel, herself, had not. "It's going to be weird to leave Lima and not be within a few minutes from everyone, that's for sure. But I keep reminding myself that you're just a short train ride away." she said, her cheeks flushing pink at Quinn's protective comment, trying to ignore the strange feeling that suddenly emerged from the pit of her stomach.

"I think that I want to pursue a degree in musical theater with a concentration in vocal performance. I want to be taught by the best in the business, those with the right connections to open doors later on down the line." Lifting her glass from the table, she took a small sip before she continued to answer Quinn's questions. "I haven't really looked into the dorms yet. I know I probably should, since I'd be around only students. I've always been a little weary of dorms, though." Her fingers drummed lightly against the edge of the table, smiling across at Quinn "What are your plans as far as Yale? Do you know where you'll be living or your major?" her eyes widened momentarily, "You are living somewhere safe right?" she added, leaning forward slightly.

Quinn nodded slightly to Rachel, pursing her lips as she listened. "Dorms can be messy as well just because you're staying with someone you don't know and you could just as easily be with someone who majors in sex more than anything," she stated shrugging before she sipped at her coke. "Personally, even if dorms are considered much safer, I'd stay in an apartment with someone then you could lock your door. Roommates in dorms could easily go through your things." Raising her eyebrows at Rachel's questions of Yale, she smiled a little and nodded. "I'm going for a Major in Drama and possibly a Minor in Theater. I'm looking at possibly trying for plays and such along with maybe trying to break into the movie business."

"As for where I'll be living, I have an apartment right off of school grounds. It's right nearby and it's within walking distance," she replied as she leaned against the table with a smile. "As far as I know, it's safe, but I think I might add an extra lock to the door just in case. Thankfully, I won't have to room with someone since it's only eight hundred every couple of months which means I can pay for it with a job. I've been looking for one of those too. I was thinking about possibly waitressing or trying to get a job with the theater department. I guess we'll see when I get there. It's not like my parents won't pay for me though. My father wants me to get a degree, so I know he'll push me not to work." Quinn shrugged though. "I want to be competent though in his eyes."

Rachel's eyes widened with horror at the thought of sharing a dorm with someone with frequent…overnight visitors. She would never get to be at home. Definitely no dorms. And the thought of someone going through, and possibly stealing, her belongings. Yep, definitely not. No way. She'd have to readdress the idea with her dads. She'd definitely have to invest in a door lock. Maybe two, just to be safe.

The brunette nodded as Quinn explained her intended majors. It sounded like an excellent fit for the blonde and the thought of Quinn starring in a major motion picture brought an enormous smile to her face. "I'll have you know, I'm prepared to do a full safety check on your apartment upon my visit. I know New Haven isn't nearly as big as New York, but crime exists everywhere." She stated with a definite nod and a playful smile. Upon hearing Quinn's remark about her father, she nodded lightly, bringing a hesitant hand to rest gently on the other girls across the table, giving her a light squeeze to accentuate her statement, "You will be amazing at whatever you do. And I'm sure your dad knows that and will see it in your future endeavors, Quinn."

Quinn laughed at Rachel's comment of doing a full safety check on her apartment. "Rach, I'm sure I'll be fine. It's a gated place," she murmured, glancing to the waiter who brought their food. Grinning at her burger, the blonde nodded to the waiter and smiled to him. She said her thanks as she lifted her utensils to cut into the burger and quarter it for better eating. "I know my dad sees that since I got into Yale, but it's the whole thing of being a Fabray. If you truly understood my father, then you'd understand where he's coming from with this." She shrugged a little as she lifted a quarter piece to sink her teeth into it. "Thank you for suggesting this place," she murmured before finishing her first piece.

Humming as she started on her second piece, Quinn glanced to the diva once in a while as she ate. "Have you looked into a job while in college or are you sticking to just focusing on classes?" She asked, munching on a fry as she raised her brows towards the girl. "Are your fathers more apt to you sticking with college more than anything or Broadway?" Quinn was partly interested in knowing whether her parents were going to there for her the entire time throughout college.

Rachel sat back in her chair as the waiter placed the food in front of them, an excited smile playing on her lips. Not many places in Lima were vegan friendly, and she was always searching for a new restaurant to test out. After cutting the large burger into fourths, deciding that the blonde's method definitely was the best, she took a bite before grinning up at Quinn. "You're welcome, I'm really glad we came here!"

She finished up her first bite, taking a sip of her tea before answering Quinn's first question. "I want to look for a job whenever I get there. I wanted to get a better feel for my schedule before I looked too into it. I definitely want to be able to help my fathers pay for school and for rent, as much as I can." She poured some ketchup on her plate, dipping her fry into it before popping it into her mouth. "I think my dads just want me to see how things go. As much as I wish, I know Broadway won't come knocking on my door anytime soon. There will be many little parts before I work my way up. So I think until my future is secure, or until I graduate, I'm going to stick with staying in school." The brunette smiled across the table at Quinn, simply giddy that she was out to lunch with her friend. "Do you think you'll be coming back to Lima for breaks and such? Or staying in New Haven?"

Quinn shook her head to Rachel a little. "I don't really see a reason to come back to Lima other than my parents, but even then, they're talking about moving somewhere else as well," she replied, popping another french fry into her mouth. "My dad got a promotion at work, so he'll be the manager of the company in California." She shrugged a little and smiled slightly. "Most likely, I'll be in New Haven most of the time since I guarantee that my parents will neither buy my ticket to fly out there nor join me in New Haven. I'll be on my own unless I need money." She smiled a little at Rachel before shrugging and starting on her last piece of the burger. "So I really see no point in returning."

Pushing her plate away as she went for her drink, she sipped at her coke and wiped at her mouth. "What about you? Are you going to be coming back here to visit the family?" She asked, playing with the straw as she looked at the girl. Part of her felt sad that she might not come back to visit anyone especially Rachel's fathers. She actually like the men who raised the girl she liked. Smiling a little to her, she sipped at her drink again and leaned against the table.

Rachel finished up her burger as Quinn spoke, her expression turning into a frown. She had been looking forward to the possibility of getting to, not only visit Quinn in New Haven, but to be able to see her friend whenever she visited Lima over the breaks. "I will probably come back for thanksgiving and hanukkah. But other than that, I plan on staying in New York." She sipped at her tea slowly, setting the cup back down on the table.

"You're always welcome to join my fathers and I for any holiday you'd like. They absolutely adore you." she said with a nod, "I hate the idea of you being off alone for the holidays. And I was really looking forward to having an excuse to see you if we were both back here for breaks." Rachel giggled softly at how ridiculous she sounded, looking down at her drink, choosing to focus on the straw in the tea until her blush subsided a little.

Smiling at Rachel's invitation, Quinn nodded some. "I wouldn't mind joining you for the holidays since I will, in fact, be alone," she murmured in reply before sipping at her coke some more. When the waiter rejoined them to take their plates away, Quinn asked for the check and looked towards Rachel again. "I'd enjoy seeing Santana if she joined us back in Lima for the holidays with Brittany. It'd be nice seeing them." She smiled to her drink a little, remembering how much her friend knew about her. She'd be stupid if she cut her off completely. The girl stuck with her through everything, even knowing her condition. Sighing, she wiggled her jaw as her eyes flicked to Rachel again.

Even if she admitted her feelings out loud to the tiny diva, how could she possibly enjoy being with a freak like her? Her smile dropped a little as her normal hardened expression took over her face. She forced her smile back though, not wanting to frighten Rachel any. "Don't worry about lunch. It's my treat," she stated softly as she took the check for the table and paid for it. "Is there anything else you wanted to do today?"

Rachel smiled, glad that Quinn would be willing to come back with her for the holidays. She suppressed the urge to clap in excitement, opting to clasp her hands in her lap instead. "I'm sure, with Brittany in Lima, that Santana would probably want to visit. I think she and I are kind of friends now. Well…we're no longer at each other's throats, so I'd say that's a step in the right direction," she said with a smile.

Rachel was about to slip her wallet out of her purse when Quinn's words ceased her actions. "Quinn…" she protested, knowing the blonde wouldn't budge once she made up her mind. She blinked a few times, trying to ignore the 'sophomore quinn' face that appeared briefly. She hadn't seen that look in years and she couldn't think of why it would have appeared now. The smile was back as quickly as it left and Rachel's returned as well, choosing to ignore her worries for now. "Well, my dads are both working late so I don't really have anything going on for the rest of the day. If you don't have any plans, we could go watch some movies or just talk or do whatever?" she said, her voice a few tones softer. Quinn probably had better things to do this evening than spend more time with Rachel than needed. She toyed with her fingers slowly, glancing around the restaurant before looking back at the blonde.

Nodding slowly at Rachel's reply, she smiled slightly. "I'd be happy to join you for a movie, but I'm sucker for sweets, so I might have to drop by the store to pick up something along with some drinks. Non-alcoholic, of course," she replied with a grin as she slid out of her chair to stand. "I haven't seen many movies lately since I've been busy preparing for Yale, but I'm open to whatever you want to watch." She grinned widely at that, hoping by all means that Rachel picked Funny Girl. Quinn had never even seen the movie before and she hoped she could watch it with the girl. "Do you have popcorn at your place or should I make sure to add that to the list of stuff I need to be possibly sleeping over at your house?" She asked, though she paused at her comment, realizing that she just offered herself to sleep over.

"I don't... actually have to sleep over. I just made the comment," she murmured as she walked towards her car. Quinn groaned softly to herself, realizing she'd have to avoid putting herself in a compromising position with Rachel, especially if the girl tried to cuddle during sleep. "Come on. Let's head to the store to grab the goods and we can head back to your place to have a movie marathon."

This time around, Rachel didn't refrain from clapping her hands together quietly. "This is going to be so much fun. We can go grab the sweets. I know I have an assortment of drinks available at my house. Though, you're more than welcome to bring anything you'd like, obviously," she said as the pair stood from the table. Rachel smiled when Quinn made the comment suggesting she slept over. She had definitely considered inviting the blonde, but hadn't wanted to push her luck with spending time with her friend this evening. "I'd love for you to stay the night, Quinn. We can even stop by your house and you can gather a bag for tonight, if you'd like."

The pair exited the restaurant, heading back to the blondes car. Rachel walked over to the passenger door, getting inside after Quinn unlocked the door. "I was thinking, you probably dont' want to only watch musicals…so we could alternate picking movies?" She buckled her seatbelt, turning slightly to face Quinn. "Have you ever seen Funny Girl?" she asked curiously as the blonde pulled out of the parking lot.

Quinn shook her head slowly. "I don't mind what we watch," she replied softly. "I've never seen Funny Girl. I know you talk about it a lot, but I've never taken the time to see the musical." She shrugged as she headed towards the store along with going to her house to grab some clothes. When they finally got to Rachel's house, she sighed thankfully and headed in with her. "Did you want to watch Funny Girl first?" She asked as she slipped off her shoes to head towards the couch with her sweets.

After the pair arrived to Rachel's house, she unlocked the door, holding it open for Quinn. Apart from Kurt, and Finn that one time after her fathers had orchestrated a scheme in attempts to derail their marriage, she had never had anyone stay the night and she was beyond excited. She left her flats with Quinn's by the door, walking into the living room behind the blonde. "We can if you'd like. It's absolutely fantastic." Gesturing to the couch, she grabbed her Funny Girl dvd from the shelf, "Make yourself at home! Would you like me to make some popcorn?"

"You can never have too much popcorn, so please, if you wouldn't mind. I love the stuff too much," she stated as she popped a Whoppers into her mouth. Crunching on the candy, she sat back a little unsure of what to do. "Is there anything I could possibly be doing?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "I don't want to sit here and feel like a burden while having a movie night with you." Quinn stood up from the couch, walking into the kitchen to join the girl.

She glanced around the kitchen before she noticed a large bowl she could use for the popcorn. "How are your fathers by the way?" She asked softly while eyeing the girl across from her. "What do they do exactly?"

"Of course, I'll make as much popcorn as you would like," she said as she walked into the kitchen, grabbing a large bowl for the two girls to share. Rachel looked through her pantry, finally finding the box of popcorn. She grabbed a bag, opening it and putting into the microwave for the desired amount of time. "You definitely aren't a burden, Quinn. You're welcome to just sit back and relax." She said, leaning against the kitchen counter while she waited for the popcorn to finish making.

"My dads are great. I know that they're really happy Finn and I went our separate ways, even though they'd never tell me. But I think they're starting to freak out about me leaving the house," she said with a giggle, running her hand through her hair. "Dad's a pediatric surgeon, so he works a lot. And Daddy is an accountant. It keeps them busy," she shrugged slightly as the microwaved beeped. Walking across the kitchen, she pulled the hot bag from the microwave, opening it, and pouring the contents into the bowl. "Are we all ready for the most amazing musical in the world?"

Listening to Rachel, Quinn's brows rose as she realized how busy her parents where during school. She watched as Rachel went for the popcorn, pouring it into the bowl. It was odd how a simple task could make the brunette look so beautiful in her eyes. There was nothing man-like about her. Those skirts she constantly wore to school were tip-offs too that she wasn't at all like a man. Quinn was though. She had to tuck herself before school everyday, leaving her in pain for more of the day. Even now, she was slightly in pain with how she had to tuck herself to be in these jeans. Heaven forbid if she got hard.

At Rachel's exclamation, Quinn nodded to her, ignoring the pain once again. Moving back to the living room, she took her seat on the couch and glanced down to make sure nothing was showing. She wished she could free herself right now, but that didn't seem like the greatest ideas especially when Rachel knew nothing about her condition. Glancing to Rachel, she smiled warmly and took a handful of the popcorn as she waited for her to start up the movie. Quinn was thankful, Rachel didn't choose something boring or uneventful.

Rachel grabbed the remote, pressing play on the DVD as she sat down next to Quinn, the bowl of popcorn between them. Settling back into her seat, she smiled, refraining from quoting along every line of the movie. She wanted Quinn to enjoy her time, not to dislike the brunette even more. Glancing occasionally at the blonde throughout the opening scenes of the movie, she smiled. She still couldn't believe she was friends with Quinn Fabray. The Quinn Fabray. She was the prettiest and most popular girl in all of McKinley and Rachel was…well, just Rachel.

She took a handful of popcorn, snacking on it slowly. She readjusted her sitting position, curling her legs at her side, smoothing out her skirt. She glanced from the movie to Quinn then back to the movie before leaning over to whisper something to her friend, "Do you like it so far?" she asked curiously, unsure of why she was whispering. It was just the two of them.

Quinn was adjusting herself in the couch as she took a handful of popcorn. She smiled, feeling Rachel's eyes on her. Instead, she stayed quiet to watch the movie quietly since it was something she had wanted to experience with the brunette for a long time. Finally glancing to her when she heard her whisper, Quinn smiled widely to the girl. "I do like it very much," she murmured in reply. "But why are you whispering? It's just us." She laughed lightly and turned towards the movie again.

Quinn was quiet the rest of the movie, usually keeping a Whopper in her mouth to crunch on. She glanced to Rachel a little bit, wondering how she was doing. Personally, she wanted to curl up with the girl, but again, she would never admit it out loud. When the movie ended, the blonde rubbed her thighs for a moment. "It's a good movie, Rach," she stated softly, giving her a smile.

"It's alright if you didn't enjoy it. A lot of people don't," she said with a light shrug. Looking down at the empty bowl of popcorn, Rachel moved it from the couch, scooting over to sit where it had been resting between them. "You can pick the next movie, or we can do anything you'd like."

The brunette smiled over at Quinn, unsure of what the blonde would want to do next. She had always been difficult to read, a very introspective girl. It had always been like that. And, even though they were forming a better friendship, Rachel still had difficulties with knowing what was going on in the blonde's head.

Shrugging lightly to the brunette, she shook her head slowly. "No, I enjoyed it very much," she replied as she looked straight at the girl. "I enjoy musicals even if I don't watch them as much as I would like." She rubbed her forehead gently, looking at her lap for a moment. It made her uncomfortable how uneasy she felt with not being able to explain how she felt for the girl. Turning her head and leaning on her elbow on the back of the couch, she stared at the girl for a moment. "I'm up for anything really, just as long as I can hang out with you."

She smiled warmly to the girl, her eyes watching the brunette's face intently as she felt a love swell in her heart for Rachel. Normally she would have manipulated or controlled situations to make someone fall in love with her, but with Rachel, she felt like if it wasn't earned then it meant nothing. She gave her a small smile before standing to head over to the DVD collection. Quinn needed a break though, her body shaking almost with how much she hated herself for hurting the girl for years. Glancing behind her, she took a deep breath. "Do you want to watch A Lot Like Love?" She asked, pulling the DVD out so Rachel could see it.

Rachel couldn't keep from grinning, knowing that Quinn had enjoyed Funny Girl, and musics in general. "You're always welcome to come get your musical fix with me," she said with a quiet laugh. The brunette felt her heart race slightly at Quinn's comment. She actually wanted to hang out with Rachel. If someone had told her two years ago that Quinn Fabray would like to hang out with her, she would've probably fainted. She had always dreamed about being friends with the blonde and, even though they had quite a rocky past, she knew that everything happened for a reason. Even when Quinn had been terribly cruel to her, she couldn't bring herself to be mad at the girl. With Quinn, there was more than met the eye, and it was easy for Rachel to let simple comments roll off her shoulder in favor of the possibility of a friendship. And now here they were, watching movies in Rachel's living room, and talking about their future over lunch. She couldn't be happier.

"That sounds absolutely perfect. I haven't seen that movie in forever," she smiled up at Quinn, nodding her head slightly. Standing up, she popped the Funny Girl dvd back into it's case, returning it to the shelf. Grabbing the dvd case from Quinn with a grin, she slipped the movie into the player before settling back into her spot with Quinn on the couch.

Quinn smiled at her selection, happy that Rachel actually enjoyed the movie. Standing up from her spot by the DVDs, she took her seat on the couch again and waited for Rachel to join her once again. Part of her wanted to escape and ignore that this ever happened while the other part was screaming to simple put into words what she was thinking about the girl. She couldn't do either. She felt like she was trapped in this weird limbo. One of them would get hurt through either choice, even if she was the one hurting right now. Sighing as she felt Rachel take her seat next to her once again, Quinn felt at a loss completely. She just wanted to be her friend and watch her be happy. Instead of focusing on her self pity, the blonde turned to the movie and watched it silently. Most of her wished Rachel would make the first move with all of this. Quinn shifted on the couch, her body brushing Rachel's gently. She blushed almost, though kept her attention on the movie.

Rachel curled her legs up as they watched the movie. She felt a smile creep upon her face as Quinn accidentally grazed Rachel as she shifted positions on the couch. Rachel had long come to terms with her…unusual admiration of Quinn Fabray. Kurt had told her it was a crush and maybe it was. But there was no way it could be anything more than a fleeting thought here and there. Quinn Fabray could date anyone she wanted to. Definitely not Rachel Berry. If that wasn't enough to deter Rachel's thoughts, the fact that Quinn was completely straight definitely did.

She pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind, not wanting to dwell on impossibilities. She glanced at the blonde out of the corner of her eye, feeling a little daring at the moment. She scooted a little closer, before leaning her head lightly on Quinn's shoulder.

Feeling Rachel's head on her shoulder, Quinn froze slightly. This was definitely a new development, not that she was complaining though. She enjoyed that Rachel was so comfortable to lean her head on her shoulder. Smiling at Rachel, she reached over to brush her hand against her thigh gently and gave it a gentle squeeze before letting her hand rest there. If Rachel was going to be bold then she would join her and make attraction somewhat known. She didn't want to scare the girl off at all, keeping her hands mostly to herself.

Rachel's confidence had immediately disappeared the moment her head came to rest on Quinn's shoulder. She could feel the blonde tense under her touch and she was about to lift her head and apologize when her worries were put to rest by Quinn's reassuring touch. A smile fell upon her lips as she relaxed against Quinn, glad that her small move didn't make the blonde uncomfortable.

Quinn was never one to cuddle with anyone before just because of the fear of being found out. Sitting here with Rachel laying her head on her shoulder and with her own hand on the brunette's thigh, she felt slightly worried about the progression. She wanted to fight the suspicions in her mind, letting her enjoy the moment. Quinn turned her head to look down on the girl, her mind having a though process of its own as she pressed her lips to her hair to give her a kiss to her head. The knot realized what she had done right after, her heart rate speeding up in fear if the girl rejected the simple sign of affection. Quinn said nothing though, opting to act like she was watching the movie.

Rachel froze slightly as she felt a kiss atop her head. She was almost sure that she imagined it. But there was no way it wasn't real. Her mind immediately started racing, trying to analyze what had just happened as well as the progression of the day. Nothing seemed to fit. She thought back to their previous conversations together. There were so many little things that didn't quite fit into place. Rachel was snapped out of her thoughts as she felt Quinn tense slightly and, instinctively, she rested her hand over Quinn's giving hers a light squeeze.

Feeling Rachel's hand squeeze her own, she let out a little breath and she simply just enjoyed being next to the brunette. By the time the movie finally ended, Quinn felt her heart hope for something with Rachel, but again, she wouldn't push it. Pulling away from the girl, she stood a little and glanced down when she realize she was actually a little hard. She groaned, turning away from Rachel to move to the bathroom to possibly push it down to hide it some more. "Hey Rach, I'm going to change into my pajamas for the rest of the night." she stated behind the door as she started changing. Dropping her pants, she groaned a little as she tried to push it down into her tight boxer briefs. She changed to her pajama pants before rejoining the brunette.

Rachel nodded, smiling as she stood "Alright Quinn," she called back to the blonde, putting the dvd back in its case and on the shelf. She tidied up a bit, putting the empty bowls in the sink before quickly heading up the stairs to change, herself. Slipping into a pair of sleep shorts, covered in gold stars of course, as well as a plain white vneck, she headed back down the stairs. "Much more comfy" she said with a giggle as she joined Quinn in the living room. "I don't know why we didn't do that in the first place!"

Quinn shrugged to the brunette, spreading her legs a little to adjust herself quickly. Sighing, she leaned against the couch and glanced to Rachel. "What do you want to watch now?" She asked, raising her eyebrows before she slid her hand down to cover herself just in case it hadn't gone down yet. She smiled as she eyed Rachel's outfit, letting out a little laugh. "Gold stars on the shorts. I should've known." Quinn laughed a little more, glancing to the TV. "Another musical? Or something else?"

Rachel looked down at her shorts at Quinn's laugh. She looked up with a playfully shocked face, "Of course! Gold stars go with everything. You can never have too many." She giggled, sitting next to Quinn on the couch, "It's all up to you, you're the guest. And I'm fine with whatever we choose as long as we can just hang out." She smiled over at the blonde, "Do you think that we'll actually stay in touch throughout college? I really hope we do."

"I'm feeling a Phantom Of The Opera vibe right now," she admitted softly as she raised her eyebrows to the brunette. "As for staying in touch, I had hoped that we would. I mean, that's why I bought the tickets. I wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. Finn jeopardized any time together just because of his jealousy. The boy always thought I would turn you against him. The boy can't see that I want to be friends." She shrugged a little and smiled warmly to the brunette. "I want to stay friends for as long as possible, so when you make it, I can point at your face on a billboard and say, 'I know that girl. She's my best friend,'" she stated softly, grinning to her.

Rachel glanced down at her hands, her cheeks flushed a light pink, "Finn never understood that I wanted to be friends with you as well. And I can't believe I let him have that much control of my life." She lifted her head, smiling up at Quinn "And when you're accepting your Oscar for best actress, I expect to be either your plus one to the event, or in the acceptance speech as 'fantastic broadway star and best friend, Rachel Berry," she said with a smile as she stood to grab the Phantom of the Opera DVD, putting it in the player. She sat back down on the couch, leaning back against the armrest, facing Quinn. "You'll be included in my Tony award acceptance speech as well, of course."

Quinn smiled widely to the brunette and nodded. "No, you'd be a plus one and in my acceptance speech," she replied softly, glancing to the girl's feet. Taking them into her lap enough to avoid her appendage, she started to rub one just to relax the girl if she could. She remembered doing this for former other Cheerios just to help relax them before and after a big cheer. Rubbing her thumb against the balls of her feet, she made sure to add pressure where she deemed it necessary.

Rachel pressed play on the movie, tilting her head to look at the tv. Her eyes fell shut briefly as she relaxed against Quinn's calming touch. "I'm holding you to that, Quinn. I'll be calling you come Oscar season," she glanced over at the blonde with a quiet giggle before resting her head back down on the arm rest. "That feels amazing," she added with a whisper, closing her eyes once more as she relaxed.

Laughing at Rachel, she nodded to her. "Of course, I wouldn't expect any less," she murmured as she rolled her thumb against each of her toes. "I always enjoy my feet being massaged." Quinn looked down at the girl's feet before looking at the movie to watch one of her favorite movies. "Thank you for having me over. It's been a while since I've been to hang out with anyone."

"It can be your turn next," she said smiling at the blonde. Rachel continued to watch the movie, mouthing the words to 'Think of Me', ignoring the urge to actually sing along with the song. "I'm really glad you agreed to stay the night, Quinn. You're always welcome over here," she said, shooting the blonde a smile. She really was grateful that Quinn was her friend, she felt extremely comfortable around the girl, more so than Kurt or Mercedes. With her other friends, they bonded over their diva tendencies. With Quinn, they were able to just enjoy one another's company. It was definitely refreshing for Rachel to have a real friend, rather than an alliance.

"I'm okay," she murmured, finishing with Rachel's foot and moving onto the other. "Thank you. It means a lot. It's not that I don't like my parents, I just prefer spending time with someone else once a while. Plus my mother has been hovering way too much, crying randomly over me moving soon. It's annoying. My dad keeps asking about a special someone since I bought tickets for you. I had to stop his hopefulness and tell him you were a friend." She laughed lightly before realizing what she revealed. Quinn ducked her head to look at Rachel's foot as she continued massaging it.

"My dads have been crying at random too, you never know what's going to set them into tears," she said with a giggle. She bit down on her bottom lip slightly as she mentioned her father, glancing back to the movie. "My dad kept asking about the metro pass. He thought it might've been from Finn, but I told him it was from you. He thinks very highly of you, you know," she smiled over at Quinn, glancing down to her own feet where Quinn was still massaging.

"Well I'm glad he likes me," she stated softly with a small smile. "I would hope he didn't object to us hanging out." Finishing Rachel's foot, she set it down in the couch and turned to face the TV now. "I was surprised when she stated you were marrying Finn to everyone in the club. I hadn't expected you to do that with him. I always thought Broadway was your love, not him. And I would be lying if I said I wasn't happy with you two breaking up. He never deserved you."

"I got caught up in the dramatics of the school loser getting the popular quarterback, I lost my way for a bit," she admitted, still embarrassed by her actions. She couldn't believe she almost was willing to forgo Broadway in favor of staying in Lima with Finn. She should have listened to Quinn that day in the bathroom when she told Rachel she should let go of Finn. So many things would be different. There would have been no accident. Rachel wouldn't have choked on her audition. She smiled over at the blonde, "I started believing that I'd never find anyone else that would want to be with me other than Finn," she finished in a whisper, turning back to the television.

Quinn looked over at Rachel, her brow dropping a little at her last comment. Taking Rachel's hand in her own, she made sure the brunette was listening before she spoke. "Rachel, anyone would be crazy to not want to be with you," she replied softly, stroking the back of her hand with her thumb. "I can't see a reason why they wouldn't want to be with you. You're driven and passionate for what you want and you don't give up. Look at what you have done with getting in with NYADA. That's a feat in itself. You are so amazing. You have absolutely no idea."

Rachel turned her attention to Quinn as the blonde took her hand. She could feel her cheeks flush as she listened to her friend. Ducking her head, she glanced down at their hands, before lifting her head to meet the blondes captivating hazel eyes once more. "Aside from my dads, no one has ever believed in me as much as you, "she whispered, giving Quinn's hand a gentle squeeze. "Thank you," she muttered before letting go of the blonde's hand in favor of leaning forward, wrapping her arms around Quinn's neck and pulling her into a tight hug. "You're amazing, Quinn. And I still stand by what I said at junior prom. You're the prettiest girl I've ever met. But you are so much more than that," she said softly as she rested her chin on Quinn's shoulder.

Smiling, Quinn hugged her tightly and nodded to her. "I know I'm more than that. I just focused on my looks more than anything in school cause that's all I thought I could offer," she murmured in reply as she rubbed her back gently. "You're going to make it. I know you will. I want to see your name in bright lights on a billboard in New York. I expect it." The blonde grinned giving her a tight squeeze before pulling back from the hug to cup her face gently. "You're very pretty yourself Rachel. Don't let anyone ever tell you different. Just keep Barbara and Judy in mind if someone ever says you can't do it."

Rachel's smile grew as Quinn told her she expected to see her name in lights. These were things Finn had never said to her. He thought she was crazy for wanting to leave Lima in general or to focus on her dreams. But here was Quinn, being the most supportive friend anyone could ever hope for. She pulled back from the hug reluctantly, smiling at the blonde. She could feel butterflies stirring in her stomach and she knew that she would probably spend the evening lying awake, wondering what their presence meant. But, for now, she chose to focus on Quinn's words. Her cheeks flushed a dark shade of red as brown eyes met hazel once more, her hands now unsure of where to place themselves, came to a rest on Quinn's thigh. "Thank you," she whispered, giving Quinn a small smile.

"You're welcome Rachel," she replied, giving her a large smile before dropping her hands. She nodded to the girl and leaned against the back of the couch. Turning back to the movie, she smiled as she noticed it was already at the Music Of The Night, the music filtering into the living room. Quinn watched the movie with a small smile. "What's a role you wish you could play? Any role if it came to Broadway." She asked glancing to Rachel on the couch.

She leaned back against the couch, taking her spot next to Quinn again. Rachel smiled glancing at Quinn. "As much as I love Barbra and would love to follow in her footsteps, I think if I could play Elphaba in Wicked, I'd feel like I reached the pinnacle of my career," she said with a grin. "I've always thought I resembled Idina Menzel, the original Elphaba." She sunk lower into the couch, getting comfortable once more before looking at the blonde, "What would be your dream movie role?"

"It seems stupid, but I'd love to play a spy," she murmured in reply, looking to the brunette. "Action movies have always been a favorite of mine. I feel like I would bring a movie like that serious justice with my background." She nodded a little before laughing lightly. "I'd love to see you as Elphaba. You would be pretty amazing in the role, plus you have an amazing vocal range compared to Idina. I'm not saying she's not great, I'm just saying you'd bring a different aspect and even more talent to the role."

"Bond, Quinn Bond. James Bond's gorgeous little sister here to save the day," she said with a giggle, giving her shoulder a light nudge. "I'd pay to see that movie," Rachel nodded as she smiled "You'd definitely play a believable spy. And you'd do great with the stunts and everything."

She smiled at the blonde, leaning her head back against the couch, tilting her head to look at Quinn, "I'll be expecting to see you front and center at all of my opening night performances, I'll have you know."

"You'll have to leave a ticket for me then Ms. Berry," she murmured in reply with a smile. "I wouldn't miss one for the world. You know I love watching you perform." Grinning, she winked to the brunette and turned her head to look at the movie. "I'd love to see you play Christine. You may not be Operatic, but you definitely have a voice for the role." She nodded to herself mostly as she watched The Phantom take Christine to the bed to rest.

"You'll be the only person to get a hand delivered ticket to every single one of my shows," she said as her head came to a rest, once again, on Quinn's shoulder. She continued to watch the movie, "I've always thought that 'All I Ask Of You' is the most romantic song in the world. It gives me chills every time I hear it," she said softly, her eyes glued to the screen.

"It is one of the most romantic songs in the world, but really, only when you have someone to share it with," she murmured as she watched the scene. "I means you only want or long for someone to save you for your solitude if you don't have anyone. Even then, you're asking the person to save you from a solitude be it of your own choice or possibly a haunted past. The song can be so confusing in the pretense of how it's sang. Here it's focused all about the girl wanting to escape a life she dug herself into from a young age. She's asking this wealthy man to save her from a man who was only trying to give her what she's always wanted by any means necessary. It's depressing. The entire song can be so depressing. Maybe that's just me though."

Rachel nodded, "It can be, and I think in this context it is. And I've never particularly like Raoul. He was the easy way out. But then I think of just the lyrics themselves and I think it would be beautiful to have something like that with someone. I've always thought that at the simplest meaning of the song, it's about just sharing your life with someone. The good and the bad; to just be there for someone and make them happy and keep them safe in whatever sense of the word," the brunette whispered, glancing up at Quinn.

Quinn nodded silently, the explanation sinking in as she sat there watching the movie. She smiled a little. "I always thought of Raoul being an easy out for everything for Christine. She was happy with The Phantom and then she decided she didn't want that anymore. I don't get her fickleness really. She was so in love with The Phantom before and the moment he got angry she wanted out. Everyone has their moments, I would know. I've seen my parents go through shit and yet they're still together. I could only hope to find someone like that."

Rachel smiled, completely agreeing with Quinn's assessment of Raoul and Christine. She nodded slightly against the blonde's shoulder, "I think you're right. It's not worthy love unless you have to fight for it." She lifted her head as Quinn finished speaking, "You're going to find someone amazing, Quinn. Anyone would be lucky to have the opportunity to share their life with you," she whispered, returning her head to it's place on the blonde's shoulder.

Quinn wanted to just scoff and laugh at Rachel's comment of her finding someone. No one would accept her, not with an extra appendage that disgusted people. Instead of saying anything though, she was quiet and nodded slightly. "We'll see when it gets to that," she stated softly, giving a sad smile. "Right now, I just want to get in college and focus on my studies more than anything. I want to become the best I can be."

Rachel nodded lightly at Quinn's response, "That's exactly what I want to do. I don't want to lose sight of my dreams ever agian." Sitting up in her seat, Rachel watched intently as Christine walked through the graveyard. Reaching over, she gripped onto Quinn's arm, pulling it to her as a makeshift shield, "This part always makes me jump, even though I've seen it more times than I can count."

Quinn smirked at the brunette, hooking her arm around her waist to protect her. "It's not really that scary," she murmured softly. She laughed lightly, glancing to her. "You're fine." She giggled a little before shaking her head. Poking the girl lightly, she laughed again before tickling the girl.

Rachel shook her head "It makes me jump! I get surprised when he comes out of nowhere!" she said with a playful pout. Suddenly, Quinn was tickling her and Rachel burst into a fit of laughter, squirming under her touch. "Not fair! I'm ticklish!" she said, laughing and grabbing for the blondes arms in a futile attempt at getting her to stop.

"Oh I know," she stated before stopping her onslaught of tickles. Smiling, she pulled back from her and poked her thigh gently. She grinned and looked towards the movie to see it passed the point where it made Rachel jump. "See, I distracted you," she teased, leaning back on the couch as she gave her a wink. Poking her foot gently, Quinn smiled warmly to the girl.

Rachel took a moment to catch her breath, a giggle slipping out as she sat up, looking over at Quinn. "That much is true, but revenge will be sweet," she said with a playful glint in her eye, a grin playing on her lips. The brunette reached over, poking Quinn's side lightly "Are you ticklish, Quinn?"

Quinn shook her head a little to Rachel. "No, I'm not really ticklish," the blonde replied, arching her eyebrow at the brunette poking her. She giggled to the girl, pushing her hand away. Raising her eyebrows to Rachel, she shook her head a little. "Please don't though. My ribs are like perpetually bruised over the accident and Cheerios practice for years."

Rachel's hand immediately shot back into her lap, "I'm so sorry, Quinn," she said softly. Her guilt about the accident probably would never go away. She had spent weeks crying and blaming herself, refusing to see Finn until she got to see that Quinn was actually alright. She pushed those thoughts out of her head for the time being.

The movie was coming to a close and the brunette looked around the room for a moment, glancing to the clock, "my dads are probably going to be home in about an hour. Well, daddy at least. Dad has to work late today."

"It's okay," she murmured, reaching out to take her hands into her own. "I just don't like to be poked anywhere near my ribs. It hurts." Glancing to the clock with Rachel, she nodded silently to her. "Did you want to show my the guest room and we head to bed? I don't want to get your into trouble with me being here."

Rachel gave Quinn's hand a light squeeze, as she stood, pulling Quinn up with her. "My dads are going to be so excited you're here, Quinn. Our door is always open." She picked up Quinn's bag that she brought over, slinging it over her shoulder as the pair walked upstairs to the guest room. "Unless you're tired, I was thinking we could stay up and just talk for a bit. But if you'd like to go ahead and sleep, this…"she paused, opening the door across the hallway from her bedroom, "is the guest room. There's a bathroom right through this door," she said, motioning to another door. Rachel sat the blonde's bag down on the chair near the door before turning around to face her. "The door across the hall is my room, you're welcome in there whenever you'd like as well."

"I wouldn't mind staying up to talk," Quinn replied softly. "I just can't do anymore movies, I might fall asleep on you." She shrugged as she followed her to the guest bedroom. Smiling, she eyed the room with a nod. She glanced to Rachel's room and smiled a little wider. "What did you want to talk about?"

Rachel smiled, walking across the hallway and into her bedroom, holding the door open for Quinn. "We can talk about anything. You're the mysterious one, Quinn," she said, biting down on her lip with a smile as she sat down on the edge of her bed. "I'm quite an open book, I'm sure you've come to realize that over the years," she said with a light giggle.

Quinn furrowed her brows a little at the brunette, confusion written over her face. Following Rachel to her bedroom, she took a seat on her bed and pursed her lips a little. "Well, what do you want to know?" She asked softly, leaning back on her hands as she looked at the girl. "Ask whatever you want. I'll answer it unless I feel uncomfortable with it."

Rachel paused for a moment, she definitely hadn't expected Quinn to be willing to answer any of her questions. Scooting back on her bed a little, she crossed her legs, facing Quinn as she thought about what to ask. "Is the Ryan Seacrest tattoo real?" she asked with a small grin pulling at the corners of her lips. Her cheeks tinted pink in mild embarrassment. Out of all the questions, this was the first one to come to her mind? She was starting to question her sanity.

Bursting out with a laugh, Quinn shook her head quickly. "No, God no," she replied, laughing lightly. "It was a semi-permanent tattoo. I had it re-applied every couple of weeks. I do want a tattoo though. I just don't know what I would get." She shrugged a little to the brunette, smiling warmly to her. "I might get one before I go to college. Maybe you could come with me sometime this week. Help me choose something."

Rachel breathed a sigh of relief, laughing quietly along with the blonde, muttering a small "thank god." She nodded over at Quinn; she would definitely love to come with the blonde to pick out what sort of tattoo she decided on. "I'd really like that, I've always wanted to get one. Something small though, like music notes or something. No faces or anything," she added with a small wink directed at Quinn.

"Yeah, I would definitely stray away from faces. It can get messy," she stated softly with a little giggle before shaking her head a little. The blonde eyed the girl for a minute, nodding to her. "I would only suggest you get something that means something to you. That's what I've always been told. I have several ideas in mind, but I just haven't chosen yet. I might make a definite chose sometime this week."

Rachel nodded, her hands playing absentmindedly with the corner of a pillow before pulling the cushion into her lap and resting her arms atop it. "Am I allowed to ask what those potential ideas are? Or are they currently being kept a secret?" she asked curiously, flashing Quinn a sweet smile.

Quinn smiled a little, scratching her forehead nervously before nodding. "Yeah... uh, I kinda thought about getting a star on my right inner wrist, possibly a phantom mask on my right forearm and possibly some white lettering on my left inner wrist." She replied, not sure if she wanted to possibly reveal what lettering she wanted to get. Quinn shrugged then, not seeing why she would hide that from the brunette. "I wanted to get the words 'Get It Right,' on my left wrist. I know you wrote it, but it still means something to me."

Rachel smiled up at the blonde, unsure of why the girl appeared nervous. As Quinn spoke, her smile widened and she looked up at the blonde sitting next to her. "You were sort of the inspiration for that song. It's just as much yours as it is mine," she said softly, her eyes shifting down momentarily to the pillow before looking back up. "I think all of those would look lovely," she said, reaching forward and taking Quinn's left hand, turning it so the palm was facing up, her fingers tracing against her wrist. "Whatever you choose would fit you very well."

"I was thinking about doing all of them," she murmured softly. "It'd be a hundred and fifty to two hundred for all of them, I'm guessing. I know I'm the inspiration for the song. It's why it means so much to me." Quinn shrugged a little and smiled to the brunette. "What would you get if you were going to get one? Maybe a gold star for you somewhere." She raised her eyebrows a little and smiled warmly.

Rachel giggled as she shook her head, "I think one day, I'll probably get a gold star somewhere. But I think if I was going to get one now, I'd get the opening notes of our duet on my shoulder. It's always been my favorite number we've ever done. It reminds me that we all have our insecurities and that's alright," she said with a smile. "I think it'd be nice to have that daily reminder that wouldn't be too obvious for anyone who saw the tattoo."

Quinn furrowed her brows to the brunette for a moment before realizing the girl was referring to their actual duet of 'I Feel Pretty/ Unpretty.' She nodded with a smile. "I don't really want to hide mine," she murmured softly. "I want to display them since they mean so much to me. Even then, my major could change from acting to something else. I'll keep my options open really just in case." She smiled warmly to the girl. "What else do you want to know?"

Leaning back against the pillows, she smiled over at Quinn, tapping her index finger lightly against her chin as she thought of something, anything, to ask her. She had spent the past few years harboring questions that she longed to ask the girl, and now that she had the opportunity, she couldn't think of a thing. "Why did you ask me…the question you asked me…after regionals?" She looked down at her hands. The question had been lingering in her mind since Quinn had asked if she was singing to Finn. It was so…un-Quinn-like, out of nowhere and, unlike almost everything Quinn said, was so uncalculated.

Quinn's eyes snapped to Rachel at her question, her heart dropping. Why did she even remember that? Swallowing, she dropped her eyes to her hands as she tried to figure out a way to explain why she even asked the question. She rubbed her hands together nervously. "I wanted to know if you were singing to the song to the group," she lied, fidgeting with her fingers. "I mean everyone has been through everything together and," she stopped then, shaking her head. "That's complete and utter bullshit. I thought you were singing it to me. I tormented you for years and then became your friend. We've both been through so much and I thought that possibly you dedicated it to me, but I remembered that Finn was your boyfriend, so I just asked if you sang it to him." Quinn deflated a little at that, her shoulders slumping a little.

Rachel sat up, scooting over towards Quinn with a smile, resting her hand on the blonde's shoulder in an attempt to offer some sort of comfort. "Of course I thought about how our friendship developed over the years when I was singing that song, Quinn," she said, giving her shoulder a light squeeze. "I never said yes to your question," she spoke softer this time, "but before I could really give you an answer, you agreed to come to the wedding…and your support and approval was all I really wanted, so I just pushed everything else aside and focused on that."

Quinn nodded a little before she frowned. "I had stalled so much at home with my dress," she mumbled. "I didn't really want to go. I had promised I would though. I never meant to get into an accident. I was still upset with you giving up your dreams though." She shrugged at that, her head shaking a little. "I really didn't approve of your marriage with him. I actually am happy that it's been broken off."

Rachel practically lunged at the girl, pulling her in for another hug. It had become her regular response anytime the accident was mentioned. The thought of losing Quinn...it was unbearable. "I should've listened to you, Quinn. You've been right all along. I should've never agreed to marry him. I was just so...lost...I didn't mean for you to get hurt by my stupid choices." she paused for a moment, leaning her head against the blondes as her eyes fell shut, enjoying the hug. "Finn and I were never meant to be."

"Rachel..." She started softly, running her hands up to hug her tightly. "It was never your fault." Rubbing her back gently, she shook her head. "I agree that you were never meant to be, but what happened with the wreck was really not your fault. It was completely mine. I was the one not paying attention." Squeezing her a little tighter, she turned her head a little to brush her cheek against Rachel's. "I was just hoping you were happy."

Rachel let out a slow breath, trying to keep from getting unnecessarily emotional. She smiled as Quinn spoke, tilting her head slightly. "I wasn't happy with him...just the idea of him," she said softly. "I'm just glad you're alright, Quinn. I just...I can't imagine a world without you in it." She gave the blonde a light squeeze.

"Well, I'm here and I'm happy you're happy," she murmured, holding the girl close. She smiled before pulling back from Rachel. "I'm all right. It was a little bump in the road back then. That's it. I have an appreciation for my legs more than anything now." Quinn grinned a little before shrugging. "Anything else you wanted to know?"

Rachel pulled back, resting her hand on Quinn's leg, "I appreciate your legs as well, they make you dance very well," she said with a light giggle, giving Quinn's thigh a soft squeeze. She paused for a moment before shaking her head, "I can't think of any specific questions."

She nodded a little to Rachel, a smile still plastered on her face. "I'm always here if you want to know anything. I know I've not really taken any time to talk," she murmured softly as she leaned back on the bed. "Well, what do you think about Monday? We can go get tattoos then."

Rachel leaned back as well with Quinn, smiling over at the blonde "I'm always here to listen. You're practically my best friend, you know?" she said, turning her head to face the other girl. "Monday sounds wonderful. Only if you won't tell my dads that I'm getting a tattoo."

"I promise I will say nothing to them," she stated softly, lifting her hand to form a scout's honor with her fingers. We can get something to eat before then since it's best to eat before you go." Quinn contemplated Rachel's comment, though she felt like her biggest secret was something she should just keep and not share. It wasn't something she was entirely comfortable talking about either. Pursing her lips a little before curling her lips to bite on the gently. "We could always do it tomorrow instead."

Rachel could barely contain her excitement about the possibility of going with Quinn to get tattoos the next day. She nodded excitedly before taking a slow breath to calm herself down, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. "If you'd like that, we can go tomorrow. I don't really have a lot of plans until I go to New York, so I'm free whenever you'd like to go."

Quinn grinned slightly and nodded to the girl. "Then we'll do it tomorrow," she stated softly, giving her a nod. "I'll get my tattoos tomorrow and you can get yours." Smiling, she moved close to Rachel and rubbed her thigh gently. "That way you can always tell people you got a tattoo with one of your friends. It'll mean a little more then." She grinned and squeezed her thigh gently.

Rachel rested her head back on the pillow, resting her hand over Quinn's. "Are you going to get all three tomorrow?" she asked curiously, her fingers lightly drumming over Quinn's. "And we'll always be able to look at them and remember getting them together. Even if I might cry…I'm terrified of needles," she said with a sheepish giggle.

"Yeah, I'll get all three tomorrow," she stated softly, twisting her hand to take Rachel's into her own. Quinn giggled at Rachel and shook her head gently. "It'll be fine. From what I heard, it just feels like a shaver against your skin. It barely hurts depending on where you get it. Mine might hurt a little more since they're on my wrists and inner forearm." She shrugged and squeezed her hand gently before lifting her hand to give it a kiss. Quinn didn't care anymore. She just wanted to be affectionate with the girl.

"If you need to hold my hand tomorrow, you can," she said with a playful Quinn, scooting a little closer to Quinn, giving her a light nudge. Rachel could feel the blush playing on her cheeks as Quinn kissed her hand. It was such an intimate gesture. Something even Finn had never done. But then again…he was Finn. He wasn't exactly the most romantic guy in the world. She bit her lip lightly, her head ducking slightly before looking back up at Quinn. She gave the blonde's hand a squeeze as she tried to calm her racing heart.

The blonde laughed lightly, squeezing her hand again. "I'm sure I'll be okay, but the same goes to you. You can hold my hand if you need to," she murmured with a smile as she leaned into the girl. "I'm sure you'll be fine though. I don't see why it would hurt all that much." Twisting her hand that was in Rachel's hand, she smiled as she pointed to her wrist. "I thought about getting the star here, but I figured I'd rather put it over my heart. I was going to see if they had a gold color possibly. I'd settle for yellow if not." She murmured, admitting the color she wanted to get.

Rachel was pretty sure her heart stopped. She contemplated checking her pulse just in case. But then came the realization that, if her heart was no longer beating, she would not be thinking right now. "Quinn…" she whispered after she took a moment to find her voice. She glanced down at the hands where their fingers were intertwined before her eyes travelled up to meet the girls eyes, "you do know that gold stars are kind of my thing…"

Smiling, Quinn nodded. "I know," she murmured. "It's why I'm getting it. Because you'll always have a place in my heart. No matter what happens, you'll always be there." She ducked her head a little to hide the blush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. "You always say how much I mean to you, but you've never known how much you mean to me. If I didn't make it out of Lima, you would and I knew you'd go far." She let out a little breath before turning her head to look at Rachel. "It was never about being jealous about wanting Finn. It was never even about wanting Finn. It was always you. Jealousy of what you had and what you were and what I probably would never be. And what I could never have." She stated her last comment cryptically, letting Rachel interpet it the way she wanted.

Rachel stayed silent a few moments, allowing what Quinn had just told her to sink in. Those were words that she never thought she would hear come from the blonde and it took her a moment to even process it. She brushed her thumb against the back of Quinn's hand as she whispered, "And now you have the entire world at your fingertips, just like I always knew you would." Rachel Berry had always been impulsive, but with Quinn she felt more hesitant, feeling the need to calculate her actions as if one wrong move and the blonde would disappear. But after the last confession from Quinn, that the blonde wanted to get a star…a gold star tattoo, she couldn't help but allow her impulsive side to take over. She leaned over slightly, placing a light kiss on Quinn's cheek, pulling back just as quickly as she had leaned.

Quinn smiled at Rachel's comment, nodding slowly. "I may have the world, but I don't have everything I've ever wanted. That only comes with time," she stated softly as she accept the brief kiss on the cheek from the brunette. She turned her head to look at Rachel, giving her a smile. Reaching up with her other hand, she brushed her thumb against her cheek. "You should be happy. That's all that matters the most."

Rachel smiled, leaning against the blondes touch. "I am happy right now, Quinn. I haven't been this happy in a very long time," she reached up and tucked a lose strand of the blondes hair behind her ear, "being here with you, right now, is the best thing in the world." Her fingertips brushed lightly against the blondes cheek as she spoke.

Quinn smiled warmly to the brunette, leaning into her touch. "I'm glad. You deserve to be happy," she murmured looking at the girl. Stroking her cheek with her thumb again, her eyes flicked to her lip before connecting with her eyes again. "Can I... do something and you promise not to judge?" She asked softly, eyeing her face silently then, waiting for her reply.

Rachel's eyes locked onto a hazel pair, following them as they glanced downwards. Her eyes trailed slowly over the blondes face, admiring just how elegant every feature was. How her eyes were so expressive, the way her lips were curved slightly in a smile. In response, the brunette nodded slowly, her eyes meeting the blondes once more "Promise," she whispered.

Watching Rachel's nod, she smiled slightly before leaning in a little. Her eyes kept going back and forth from her lips to her eyes before finally settling on her lips. Leaning in fully, she pressed her lips against the brunette's. It was a brief kiss, but it meant everything in the world to Quinn before she pulled back to look at Rachel. She held her breath then, waiting for her response. She was quiet, searching the girl's face, her hand dropping from her cheek before resting on her lap gently.

Rachel's breath caught in her throat as Quinn's lips pressed to hers. Before she could even react, the blonde had pulled back. Brushing her fingers against the pale cheek she cupped Quinns face in her hands, leaning forward once more and pressing her lips to the blondes, this time in a firm kiss.

Quinn closed her eyes as she felt Rachel's fingers touching her cheek. She hummed at the feeling, but the feeling of being pulled forward had her snapping open her eyes only to have her lips pressed against Rachel's again. Whimpering into the kiss, she lifted her hand to cup her neck as she returned her kiss. Quinn stroked her thumb against her skin slowly as she opened her mouth a little, letting Rachel know she wanted to deepen the kiss. Slipping her tongue out, she licked at her bottom lip gently and waited patently for Rachel to reciprocate.

In all honesty, this was the last thing Rachel had ever expected. But as her lips were pressed to Quinn's in a slow, languid kiss, she couldn't help but realize all of the times she had subconsciously wanted this to happen. Her lips parted slightly as Quinn's tongue brushed against it, her own slipping out to meet the blondes. This kiss was unlike any she had ever experienced. It wasn't sloppy or forceful like the boys she had dated in the past. But instead was gentle and incredibly romantic. Her fingers slid slowly into Quinn's hair, pulling herself closer to the blonde.

Quinn hummed happily into Rachel's mouth, meeting her tongue easily before slowly stopping the kiss. Keeping her forehead pressed against Rachel's, she smiled to the brunette. The kiss she had just experienced was nothing compared to all the others she had shared with anyone else. It was cliche, but she had literally seen stars, fireworks and everything else that came with an amazing kiss. Quinn opened her eyes to look at Rachel with a smile. "Wow," she whispered softly, stroking her neck slowly with her thumb.

Rachel's lips curved up into a smile as her lips parted from Quinn's. Her hand slid down from its position amidst the short blonde hair to her shoulder as she opened her eyes; a hazel pair meeting her own. "That was," Rachel paused, searching for the words that could no longer be found, "wow," she said with a light giggle. It had been unlike any kiss with Finn, the boy she thought she had been in love with. With him, she could find enjoyment in his kisses, but with Quinn, she found herself longing for another. It was nothing short of perfection.

Smiling to the brunette, Quinn ran her hand into her hair, threading her fingers through her brown locks. "You were the one I've always wanted," she murmured softly. Searching her face for a moment, she pulled her hand back, tracing her jaw slowly before smiling again. "I'm sorry if this seems odd or simply out of place, but it's always been there. Even from the beginning." She smiled slightly to Rachel. "I've wanted to kiss you since the first time I saw your face."

Rachel looked into Quinn's eyes, searching for anything that might tell her that what the blonde was saying was false, but she found nothing. Just genuine, happy, eyes. "I can't say that it makes sense to me," she whispered, taking Quinn's free hand in her own, lacing their fingers together. "I picked out your corsage junior year," she whispered softly, looking down at their hands momentarily, noting the contrasting skin tones before returning her gaze to hazel eyes.

Quinn nodded a little at Rachel saying it didn't make sense. "I understand," she murmured softly. "I'm not sitting her expecting something to suddenly develop. That'd be stupid of me to expect from you after the hell I put you through during school." She stopped though at her admission, her smile dropping a little as she pulled back to look at the girl's face to see if she was possibly lying. When she realized she wasn't, the blonde's eyes switched back and forth to both of Rachel's eyes as she took in several deep breaths. "You what?" She asked suddenly. "You mean the prom when Finn took me? I thought... Oh my God." Quinn pulled back a little to rub at her face. "Well... I guess we're even then with prom. I, um, rigged the last prom." She whispered softly before letting out a soft laugh, looking to the brunette.

Rachel nodded, biting down on her bottom lip, "gardenias with a light green ribbon to match your eyes. Finn didn't know what a gardenia was, so I just went and bought it for him so maybe he could give you your dream prom." She paused, her jaw dropping slightly as Quinn spoke once more, "you mean….? Quinn…prom queen meant so much to you, it was your dream," she whispered, looking at the blonde in disbelief.

Letting out a little laugh, she nodded slightly, but shook her head. "I know it meant a lot to me, but I gave it up because I wanted you to be happy. I accepted the relationship between you and Finn. I decided to change things, but I owed so much to you and you deserved it so much. I had won it actually by two votes. Santana was upset with Finn winning. It was funny because she said it didn't matter to be Prom Queen if Brittany wasn't Prom King. And in that moment, I just decided that I couldn't separate you two. I mean I saw you get angry over a poster of me and Finn. I watched you yell at Finn before saying you weren't going to Prom. I was upset that I caused it. Trust me, I hated Finn for multiple reasons, but seeing you so upset, made me realize I needed to stop being so damn selfish." She smiled a little, giving her a small shrug.

Rachel shook her head, squeezing Quinn's hand lightly, "it wasn't you that I was upset with. It was Finn. I just…he can be such an idiot," she said shaking her head with a quiet laugh. "Seeing you stand was the highlight of my evening, better than any crown in the world," she said, glancing up from her lap. "As much as I regret spending so much of my time with Finn, I'm glad that things worked out the way they did, otherwise you and I probably never would've gotten to know each other."

Quinn smiled a little, ducking her head. "It wasn't done to take away from you though," she murmured. "I did it when everyone had gone back to dancing to just slip it in there." The blonde smiled fully to Rachel, reaching up to brush her cheek bone gently. "I had kind of wished it was me dancing with you though. I left the prom with Joe wanting to get closer to me. I had to keep pushing him away, poor boy." She pressed her lips together tightly.

Rachel shook her head, "it was perfect, Quinn. I nearly cried because I was just so happy." The brunette tilted her head lightly, resting her palm lightly on the blonde's cheek, "we can dance anytime you'd like." Her thumb brushed lightly against her cheek, leaning forward and resting her forehead against Quinn's. "Quinn," she spoke softly, "you are really beautiful," she said with a quiet giggle.

"I was happy I could give you something that would mean the world to you," Quinn replied, scooting closer to the brunette. She melted into her touch, turning her head to her hand. "I might take you up on that sometime." She murmured softly, turning her head a little more to press a kiss to her hand. "So are you, you know. You're so gorgeous." The blonde smiled at her giggle, leaning in to kiss her lightly.

Rachel's lips met Quinn's, the lips curling into a smile as she pressed soft kisses against Quinn's. Pulling back slowly, she giggled lightly "I kissed Quinn Fabray," she whispered with a playful smile. She trailed her fingers along the blonde's neck, allowing her palm to rest there as she looked into Quinn's eyes. "That was the best kiss I've ever had," she said, her fingers playing with the hairs as the base of Quinn's neck.

Quinn laughed lightly at Rachel, ducking her head a little before meeting the brunette's eyes again. "I'm glad," she murmured softly. "It was pretty amazing. Something I thought I could only dream of." Smiling, she turned her head to brush her chin against her wrist before looking at the girl. "I wish I would have done something before to show you how I felt. I chose the worst time, didn't I?" She asked, her smile faltering slightly. "We're both going to different colleges, so many miles away from each other with only tickets to connect us during the weekends."

Rachel shrugged lightly, shaking her head a little "Maybe it's not perfect timing. But it's only fitting with the past you and I have. Besides, we'll be able to call each other and text…we can skype and visit." She smiled, tracing Quinn's jaw softly with her thumb, "and we still have a little bit longer in Lima." Never, in a million years, had Rachel thought she'd be sitting on her bed, in her bedroom, with Quinn Fabray so close to her. The butterflies that had been invading her stomach had taken permanent residence; every touch from the blonde sending the butterflies into another frenzy.

Nodding slightly, Quinn smiled a little. "I know, but I won't be there physically as much as I would like. I mean, I'm not expecting to suddenly spring into a relationship with you. I want to possibly pursue it, but I also don't want to stand in the way of anything that could possibly happen for you in NYADA if someone else came along." She stated softly, sliding her hand up her back gently. "I want you to be happy more than anything."

"You sell yourself short, Quinn," she said, relaxing against her comforting touch. "I want to possibly pursue it as well," Rachel whispered, a shy smile creeping onto her face, "I can't predict the future, but right now…I'd like to see what happens between us." Worrying her lips between her teeth, she glanced down at her hands "that kiss…was just so…"she paused with a smile, "it was everything."

Quinn smiled widely at Rachel, her arm snaking around the girl's waist. "Would you like to go out tomorrow before getting out tattoos?" She asked softly. "Like a date? I mean it's a last minute thing, but it doesn't matter if we dress up or not. I just care that it's with you." She murmured her last sentence before leaning close to kiss her cheek. "It meant a lot," Quinn stated in reference to the kiss. Grinning, she slipped her hand under her shirt a little to touch her lower back, stroking her skin.

Rachel nodded quickly, "I would absolutely love that, Quinn." She scooted closer to the blonde, resting her head on her shoulder, her arm wrapping around her waist. "I'd just like to spend more time with you," she said, her hand resting on the small of Quinn's back. "We're getting tattoos tomorrow," Rachel giggled, pressed a light kiss to the blonde's shoulder.

"And you will spend more time with me. I plan on spending as much time with you before we take off to our colleges and settle in to our rooms. I also hope to spend as much time as I can on Skype or the phone with you," she murmured softly, running her thumb soothingly on Rachel's skin. Laying back, she pulled Rachel down to lie next to her. "I'll go into the guest room when we're ready to go to sleep. I just want to spend whatever time I can with you."

Rachel laid back with Quinn, curling up against her side, her arm falling to a rest over the blonde's stomach. "That's more than alright, you can stay here as long as you'd like," she murmured against Quinn's neck. Her finger's absentmindedly trailed along the blonde's stomach, fingertips lightly drawing random shapes, "and the first weekend I can, I want to come visit you in New Haven. I've never seen the campus, I've heard it's absolutely beautiful though."

Quinn smiled, holding Rachel close. "We can explore it together then," she murmured softly, running her hand up and down her side gently. "I've seen it only in pictures so the moment I step on campus will be the first time I'm seeing it. I'm sure it'll be amazing. I'm happy that I don't have to share my apartment with anyone, so I'm alone. There'll be an extra bed for you there too, so no need for hotels."