This story was inspired in the song Morning Yearning by Ben Harper.

I don't own Glee, neither anything related to the show. Some things and places come from my imaginations, so, please, just go along with me.

In case you haven't read the summary, this is a G!P story; if you don't like, don't read. But I must say, this is not pure smut or a kinky writing as some other stories – though I respect others authors writing, some of them I really like.

English is not my first language, so all mistakes on me. Please, review or send me PM. Critics are as welcome as ideas, I just ask for respect.

I hope you like it. Thank you. :D

Rachel made her way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast If she doesn't hurry she won't have time to eat and that's the less thing she wants with a full morning of classes ahead. Fridays are always very busy with practical classes she only has two students the day, but long piano lessons for each.

Rachel looked over her shoulder to the 3-year-old girl following her; she smiled big at her daughter, before turning on her feet to take the babbling girl in her arms. One on the kitchen, she placed the girl in her high chair while she prepared some pancakes and eggs and her daughters yogurt with fruit.

She was feeling particularly excited today. Okay, part of her was feeling selfish because she was looking forward to be kid-free today, but she deserves a time to herself. And tonight Kurt planned a night of drinks in a small bar to celebrate his engagement with Blaine.

"Mel, don't spit the yogurt baby." Rachel cleaned the corner of her daughter's mouth.

"Mommy, no want tis." The girl pointed to the small pieces of strawberry.

Rachel frowned a bit; it's the second time this week that the girl rejects a food she likes. "But you like strawberry, baby."

The young brunette shook her head, stubborn. "Me like tis." A tiny finger pointed to Rachel's pancakes.

"Smart." Rachel murmured, trying hard to not laugh at the girl's smart acts. "Mommy will give you a bite, but first you have to eat a little more of your breakfast, ok?"

The girl happily nodded at her mother, showing her a big tiny-teeth smile. Rachel moaned at the first slips of coffee and after the girl did what she was told, Rachel shared her pancakes with her daughter; no the eggs to not give her heavy food so early.

Their breakfast moment was interrupted with the doorbell ringing. The small brunette looked at her mother with curious face, waiting for her mother's reaction.

"Mommy will be right back." Rachel smacked loud her daughter's cheek, making the girl giggle.

Rachel already knew who was waiting on the other side of the door; the big shadow only confirmed that. When she opened the door, the tall well fitted man shot her a large grin. Stepping aside, Rachel gave Finn space for him to enter the house.

"Hi, Finn" She smiled at the man.

"Good morning, Rach." He leaned and kissed her cheek, receiving a small hug in return. "Where's my baby girl?"

"She's in the kitchen having breakfast. C'mon." Rachel leaded the way to the kitchen, eyeing Melody trying to sneak the rest of the pancake. "Mel, guess who is here to see you."

The girl quickly looked at the kitchen's door where Finn was getting into her view. "Daddy!" Melody trying to get out of the chair, groaning impatiently not having success.

"Hi, baby girl." Finn took the smaller brunette in his arms, hugging her tightly. "I missed you, baby."

"Miss you too, daddy." The girl said between giggles when her daddy tickled her belly. "Daddy, stop." The girl laughed loudly, out of breath calling for her mother's help, "Mommy, heeeelp."

Rachel laughed watching the scene and sat on her chair, mimicking to Finn to sit in the chair in front of her and so he does, resting Melody in his lap. It was the first time Melody was staying at Finn's house for a whole weekend. They tried it when she was younger, but the girl always cried calling for Rachel, so it resumed to one night sleepovers at her daddy's house.

But now that she is growing up, she needs to feel comfortable and to trust to stay with her father more than just one night every once and then.

"Mel," Rachel waited for her daughter's attention, once she had it, she continued, "Daddy is here to take you to stay with him this weekend."

The girl frowned and looked up to Finn. "Your house?" Finn nodded, paying close attention to the girl's reaction. "And mommy?"

"Mommy stays here, baby. It's going to be you and me." Finn said.

"Why?"

"He misses you, honey and wants to spend more time with you." Rachel said softly. "This will be your and daddy's time. He'll bring you back on Sunday evening, okay?"

Melody looked at her mother and then to her father. Finn and Rachel waited patiently as the girl worked her mind until she slowly nodded and wrapped her arms around Finn's neck.

Rachel smiled at her daughter and stood up to put the dishes in the sink. She turned on her feet and leaned back on the sink, watching Finn interact with their daughter "Are you ready, baby?"

"Yeah!" The girl jumped on Finn's lap and the man stood up, holding the girl in one arm.

"Her bag is in the living room." They moved to the living room and she handed Finn Melody's small purple bag. "I assumed you bought dippers and other stuff for her."

"Yes, everything she might need." Finn putted the bag on this free shoulder and started walking to the front door. "Say bye to mommy, Mel."

The girl leaned to Rachel's embrace and smiled big when the older brunette placed several kisses on her face. "Have fun, baby." Rachel looked up to meet Finn's glaze, "I'm going out tonight for drinks with Kurt, but call me whatever you need. Remember, you can't just bring her back if she cries, she needs to trust and feel safe with you; but you can call me if it's necessary."

"You have fun too, Rachel. And thank you for working this with me." Finn kissed her cheek and Rachel gave the girl another louder smack and waved them good bye before closing the door.

It felt so weird to think about a whole weekend without the girl running around the house or calling her every five minutes; but she needed to get used to this. It was good. Good for her that will have time for herself. Good for Finn that will build a solid relationship with their daughter. And good for Melody who needs Finn to be present as much as Rachel is.

At the beginning it was difficult. Finn and she got in big fights about how raising a child, especially with their relationship over. But it surprised her when Finn agreed to see a therapist with her and try new things to grow as parents.

The first time Melody went to stay at Finn's house and cried her lungs out, Finns was really frustrated. He wanted more than just a night monthly. Then, the therapist told them to try more but not to push so far; Melody needed her time to.

Also, they had to show the little girl that they trust each other, that they have a friendly relationship. It would make Melody trust even more to stay away from her mother, because she will see there's nothing to fear and that Finn's house is her house too.

Rachel glanced over the clock in the living room and it showed she still have time, no need to rush. After washing the dishes and quickly cleaning the kitchen, she made her way to the bedroom to get ready for work.

New York's Art School is not too far from her house. Rachel parked at the school and made her way to the building. After high school, Rachel traveled to Paris to study music. She had classes with the best teacher of classic piano and vocal classes; afterward, she used to make part of Glee as teenager.

When she got the job at the Art School, she looked like a kid on Christmas morning. When she got pregnant, she thought they would kick her out, but Rachel is very good at her job – awesome, she would say – so she came back after the maternal license.

Her schedules changed after Melody was born. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays Rachel teaches vocal classes, the other days, she teaches classic piano; vocal classes in the afternoon, piano classes in the morning. That way she can leave Melody less time in the daycare.

Her first teaching class of classic piano started minutes after she got at school, the young girl works hard to be the best and Rachel loves the way she puts her soul when playing. The way her long fingers touch softly but perfectly every note. The girl is only 12 years old and Rachel knows she can be big.

She had to take a long break doing a pain in the girl's right wrist; she said her dad made her play for hours the previous night and it made Rachel furious. She hated when some teacher colleagues or parents pushed students to their edge, of course they ant students to be the best, but they can't forget human body has limits and need to be healthy. Pushing too much can hurt and it helps nothing, so she doesn't agree with it.

But she needed to be cautious when talking with parents. Some kids come from spoiled rich families and parents like to rub on teacher face how much they pay for the school. But she doesn't allow bad feelings to ruin her day and just sat with the girl to study a new score.

When her day finished after the second class, Rachel stretched her body and sat on the piano chair, her fingers slowly playing some random notes. She closed her eyes and started to play a Chopin's score. The sweet and calm notes making her mind travel away from the room.

When the music ended, she heard claps coming from the door, her best friend resting his body on the door frame. "I love hearing you play, it's beautiful." Kurt said, stepping into her direction.

"Thank you." She smiled at him and gave him space on the chair so he could sit next to her. "How's your class going?"

"Stressful." Kurt said, rubbing fingers on his forehead, "The first line is not in the right tone and we need to fix it until next week, otherwise, it will be a disaster."

Rachel gave him a small comprehensive smile, teaching a choral is not easy; many people to put all in their right tones and then the right tone together. And School's summer presentations are almost here.

"You'll figure it out. Just remember to not pressure too much, it won't help." They played some notes together, laughing at the ugly noises.

"You're coming tonight, right?"

"Yes. It's my first night in a long time without Mel. It feels weird but also great. Does that make me a bad mother?"

Kurt chuckled at his friend's worries. "No, Rach. You need a time for yourself and Melody and Finn need a time together."

"I'm glad that he's into this again."

"Do you think you guy can get back together?"

"No. I don't love him anymore." Rachel said firmly. "I mean, he'll always be my dearest friend, the father of my daughter. But he is not the person I want to spend my life with. It took me a time to understand that it was okay for me to not love him anymore and still raise a child with him."

"I'm glad to hear that, Berry." Kurt kissed his friend's hair. "I see you tonight?"

"You bet, Kurty-boy." She winked when the man stood up to walk out the room.

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Quinn walked in speed pace out of her office to the hallway, looking at the watch in her wrist and mentally blaming the universe for being late. She knows Brittany hates to wait and Santana probably wants her head for having to handle her pissed girlfriend.

"Miss Fabray, this mail was let here for you…" Lindsay, her secretary followed Quinn while the blonde woman practically ran to the elevator.

"Lindsay, I need to go now otherwise Santana will murder me." Quinn's comment made the other woman laugh, but Quinn herself actually feared her life. "Can you send it to my house tomorrow? I swear to pay your extra work."

The woman laughed again and inked at her, "No problem, have a good night, Miss Fabray."

"You too!" Quinn screamed when the elevator walls closed. Ok, maybe she won't be that late.

Quinn had no idea how she managed to drive so fast and not being stopped by a cop. Apparently, the universe didn't hate her that much.

She was not so sure about drinks tonight. Santana invited her for this engagement celebration of a guy who is friends with Brittany and she felt like an intruder. But her best friend had assured her that Blaine – she thought that's the name – said it was completely okay.

And Santana had a strong argument: it had been a while since the last time Quinn went out for drinks or just to have fun. But one thing she knows for sure, she doesn't want to take a woman home tonight. Every time she meets a woman and starts to get involved, her fears and insecurities stop her to go forward.

Some women just want to stay with her for a night, try "new" things and then they never call back. Or when they call back, they try to hide her from the world. The only woman who seemed to accept her was Santana, but they weren't made for each other; they were made to e best friends for the rest of their lives, to hold onto each other when the world knocks them down. It has always been like this.

Her last relationship didn't end very well and she wanted a time to organize her life. She is happy with her family, her job, her friends; taking things slow is the best decision she made in life.

She sighed heavily and parked in front of a small bar, she checked again to see if it was the right address and when she got the answer she stepped out of the car. Quinn adjusted her shirt collar and rolled up sleeves before entering the place, she can let Brittany know she was running to get here, it would make things worse.

"Quinn." Santana's voice immediately ripped the air and she closed her eyes briefly, turning to the direction the voice came and silently praying for her dear life.

"I'm sorry. I got stuck in a meeting, company investment you know I can't leave until it's done."

Santana narrowed her eyes and let out a sigh. "Brittany is not that mad, you can thank the alcohol. C'mon we're right there at the bar."

"Where were you waiting for me?" Quinn frowned.

"Did you rather be Brittany?" Santana raised an eyebrow and Quinn just shook her head.

"Quinn, you're here!" Brittany was indeed a bit high on drinks already. "Here, meet Blaine. And this is Kurt!"

Quinn shot them her biggest smile and hugged them both. "It's really nice to meet and congratulations for the engagement.

"Thank you." The happy smiley man – Kurt, she memorized – squeezed her arm. "This is Artie and Mercedes."

Quinn shook their hands and repeated a 'nice to meet you.'

"Oh, and this is Rachel." Kurt smiled hugging the woman who was approaching them, "My best friend."

The brunette woman grinned at Quinn and took her hand firmly for shake. "Hi."

"Hey, I'm Quinn. Brittany's friend"

"Oh she said you were coming and … that you were late." Rachel said, looking down realizing she was still holding Quinn's hand. "Sorry." She whispered a bit embarrassed.

"Yeah, I got stuck at work and there was nothing I could do." Quinn said, sitting at the bar and watched Rachel do the same.

"So a drink would fit perfectly now." Rachel signed to the bartender, the young guy fastening coming to them. "A martini for me and…" she looked at Quinn, "what are you having?"

"Daniel's" Quinn smiled at the bartender who kept looking at her for a second longer before start serving their drinks.

"Strong drink." Rachel mocked.

Quinn let out a soft laugh, "I learned to appreciate it with my father; he's not a big fan of Daniel's, though." She took a decent sip of the strong wooden whiskey.

"So, are you from New York?" the brunette woman asked.

"No, I moved here a year after college was over. I grew up in San Diego. And you?"

"Born and raised in Lima, a small town you probably never heard about. I also came to New York after college." Rachel took a long sip of her drink. "What do you do?"

"I'm a CEO in father's company. And his best lawyer, that's why I get stuck at work sometimes." Quinn grinned, finishing her drink in a big sip.

"That's why you're dressed like a business person." Rachel mocked again, making Quinn laugh.

Quinn was about to reply the question when Kurt and Blaine interrupted their conversation, forcing both woman to follow them to where the rest of their friends were dancing like crazy. Santana and Brittany were all kissing while moving to the beat of the song. And Mercedes was shaking Artie's arms frenetically making the man laugh hard.

When the song was changed by Kurt request, all of them cheered loud and started singing together. Santana grabbed Quinn by the hands, jumping on her feet and Rachel shook her head in the rhythm of the song. They kept like this through other songs until they were exhausted and needing air.

As the night kept, small circles of conversation formed. Quinn was now sitting in a puff chatting with Blaine about the companies they worked for and the market. Kurt rolled his eyes at them hen hearing the conversation.

Quinn was enjoying it so much. It had been a while since she had so much fun with new people. Every now and then her eyes met Rachel's and they exchanged smirks. She got to know the woman better when Kurt pulled Blaine to dance and Rachel joined her to chat.

Rachel is a music teacher, piano and vocals and she lived in Paris for three years. She is single and has a 3-year-old daughter – by the way Rachel talked about the girl, she must be so cute.

And as the conversations improved, Quinn found herself admiring Rachel's face lines, the way her face lights up when she smiles, her natural charming way and it was obvious the woman loved to sing; many times during the conversation Rachel humbled the songs playing. Also, that Rachel is incredibly intelligent, independent and funny; Quinn was amazed by the woman's soft humor.

"Hey girls" Brittany approached the table Quinn and Rachel were sitting at. "Rachel, Mercedes is calling for you. Artie is tired and wants to go home."

Rachel looked at the blonde woman she had been talking, "Sorry, I promised to drive Mercedes and Artie home."

"Totally fine, it's actually getting late. I think I'm going home, too." Quinn stood up like Rachel, followed by Brittany eyes. "What?" Quinn frowned at Brittany.

"Nothing" Brittany shrugged.

"Thank you for the wonderful conversation, Quinn." Rachel smiled at the woman, "Hope we see each other again."

"I can say the same. Have a good night and drive back safe." Quinn gave the short woman a quick hug.

"You too, Quinn" Rachel stepped away, waving at the other blonde woman. "Night, Brit."

Quinn watched from her spot when Rachel hugged Kurt and Blaine before walking out the club with her other friends. She stayed a little longer, chatting with Santana and Brittany after Kurt and Blaine said their goodbyes as well. After a long time, Quinn fully having fun and she loved every second of that night.