Chapter 1

"You want to what?" Quinn shouted from the kitchen, trying to balance various ingredients between her hands and arms. The task was proving to be difficult. Rachel wondered through the door and seeing her wife struggle, seized the remaining items, setting them on the counter top.

"Thanks." Quinn said.

"Mhmm, as I said," She turned to her lover, handing her the cutting board. "I just got off the phone with Paul. I got an offer to do a television show." Quinn stared at her.

"And?"

"And what?"

"Did you say yes?" What show is it?" Quinn questioned back, pulling out a knife to get started on the task of cutting up vegatables.

"Well," Rachel shifted from foot to foot. "I told him that I had to ask you first." Quinn placed the knife down and began burning holes into her wife.

"Rach, what kind of show is it?" She rested her hand on her hip. "Are you going to be naked?" She asked suddenly. Because last time she remembered, Rachel had it in her contract that she wouldn't do nudity.

"What? God, no." Rachel said, trying to hide her blush.

"Okay, well if you're not going to be showing off that hot body." She picked up the knife to resume her cutting. "Then I have no problem with it."

"They want to flim us." Rachel blurted out, praying that Quinn wouldn't chop her fingers off. The knife stop suddenly against the board as Quinn gaped at her wife. Then she busrt out in laughter.

"And they honestly think, that that is a good idea?" She managed to squeeze out. "Rach, baby. Your manager does know how I treat the paparazzi right?" She quirked an eyebrow.

Rachel thought back for a moment.

Rachel was up as early as ever. Having just finished her breakfast, she decided that maybe today she could go for a run. Placing her clean dishes back in the cabniet, Rachel exited the kitchen and walked down the hall towards their bedroom. Pushing the door open, she had to stifle her laughter at the sight before her. There, spread out, snuggled into her pillow and naked, was Quinn.

The sight before her made her heart race. How she landed someone like Quinn Fabray. Rachel would never know. Slowly approaching the sleeping blond. Rachel leaned forward and planted a kiss on her collar bone.

"I'm going for a run Quinn." She whispered as hazel eyes opened to meet brown.

"K." Came the groggy reply. "Call if the psychos return." And with that she rolled back over into sleep, giving Rachel the perfect view of her ass. Resisting the urge to just take her right there. Rachel grabbed her running shoes and made a hasty retreat.

Rachel had been out for no more than fifthteen minutes when she saw them. The same two guys that followed her no matter what. One slightly aging with a bad hairline and the other, younger and no doubt still an amature. Growling to herself, Rachel slowed her pace to retrive her cell phone from her back pocket. She hit speed dial like a pro.

"Hmm?" Was the sleepy reply she recived.

"I'm being followed. Turning around right now. Be home in about five minutes." She said, quickly turning in the direction of her home.

"I got it. Don't worry." Quinn's sleepy voice came back through the line. "Be safe." Then Rachel heard a soft click! Putting her phone back in her pocket, Rachel jogged the rest of the way home, stopping only when she caught Quinn standing on the side walk.

Quinn Fabray, woman of her dreams, was just standing out in the open. Wearing Rachel's bathrobe, which hardly covered a thing, and was...

"Oh god no." Rachel brought her hand to her mouth.

Quinn had the power washer out.

"Enjoying the show boys?" She shouted to the not so hidden men across the street. The nozzle aimed directly at them. The older mans eye's widened in shock. He had dealt with Quinn before and was just about to grab his new colleage when he spoke.

"Now that you're here baby? Hell yeah!" He yelled, snapping a few photo's of the blond. The older man bolted from the scene. He couldn't take another Quinn beating. Quinn smirked at the retrating figure, then back to the younger boy.

"Then this ought to cool you off." And without warning, she blasted the camera man with a wave of sharp water. Yelling franticly, the younger man too bolted from the scene, leaving a trail of water behind him. "Bye boys!" Quinn shouted, dropping the nozzle before turning to her wife.

"So how was your run?"

"I still don't understand how you got the power washer out that quickly." Rachel said, now stealing veggies from the cut piles.

"Bitches get stuff done." Quinn smirked.

"You need to stop hanging out with Santana." Rachel rolled her eye's in reply. Quinn snorted.

"She lives four houses down. It's kind of hard to escape that woman." She said, swatting Rachel's hands away from the veggies. Rachel pouted.

"Fine, but we at least have to find a lock that she cant pick." She ignored Quinn's chuckle. "Anyways, back to the more important stuff." Rachel crept closer to Quinn. "Quinn Fabray-Berry."

'Berry-Fabray." She corrected her, earning a smack on the arm.

"Shush, now Quinn Berry-Fabray." She leaned in. "How do you feel about staring in a reality tv show?" Quinn glanced towards the smaller woman as if pondering her question.

"Love too." She said, leaning over to plant a small kiss to Rachel's lips.

"Really?" Rachel squealed, pulling back from the blond. Quinn chuckled.

"Of course. This just gives me an excuse to try out my newly aquired nerf gun. Since someone 'aciddently' broke my other one." Rachel snorted.

"You shot me with it!"

"It wasn't that bad."

"Quinn. I had a red mark in the middle of my forehead for a week!"

"Sorry. Love you." She gave her another quick kiss.

"Right. Love you too. Now finish dinner. I have a phone call to make." Rachel said, delivering a smack to Quinn's ass before running from the kitchen.

"I'm going to get you back for that." She shouted after the other woman.

"Make my day Fabray. Make my day." Came the reply.

I hope you like it. I know my writing style isn't the best and my chapters tend to be short. But I try harder when I see that people love reading my stories! Thanks much! Read, enjoy, review.