"Quinn. It's 12:30."
Quinn doesn't look up from her computer screen, "Mm-hmm"
"I thought you told her to be home by midnight?"
"Rae, she's only thirty minutes late. Relax."
Rachel stares at her wife of twenty six years before she shuts the laptop on Quinn's hands.
"What are you doing?"
"Since when do you bring work to bed?"
"Since you began worrying every time Blair was just a few minutes late," Quinn says with a smile.
"She's always more than a 'few minutes' late. Besides you acted the same way when Henry went out. And, don't you dare think I'm being unreasonable. Every time any of the girls go out you were pacing in the foyer like a crazy lunatic."
"I don't remember any of the girls ever being late. Besides you acted the same way when Henry went out."
"I don't remember being ridiculous when he went out, but excuse me from being worried about my family," Rachel huffs as she begins to exit the bed.
"That's not fair Rae. You know I am worried about her, but you are being obsessive," Quinn states as she watches her wife change into sweat pants and a faded Columbia t-shirt.
"I just don't understand her," Rachel says after getting dressed.
"Baby, she just turned seventeen. She doesn't understand herself," Quinn tells her as he picks up her laptop.
"That's exactly it. Our seventeen year old daughter is probably out drinking and you are to busy trying to finish work."
"Jesus Rae, you can't baby her. Punish her all you want, but you and I both know that she will be doing the same thing next weekend."
"Maybe when Annie comes home this weekend she will talk to her. Promise me that you will agree with my punishment for her."
"I always do."