"Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?"

How Quinn found a quiet part of Central Park on a Saturday in spring, Rachel never knew. However, without fail, every Saturday, Quinn would come up to New York and the two of them would have a picnic. At first, when they had first started school, Rachel at NYADA and Quinn at Yale, they would stay up late talking, sharing what had been happening with them and their days at school. When Rachel had gotten the lead for a major production at NYADA, Quinn was the first one she called. When Quinn had received a 4.00 her first quarter, Rachel was the first one she called. They shared everything, and so Rachel wasn't too surprised when Quinn had come out to her shortly after Christmas break.

It had been two years since then. Quinn was deep in her English major and Rachel barely slept with all her rehearsals. However, their spring picnics had nevertheless become a tradition. They had started that first year and had continued throughout the years. Much had changed over those years, but the most important that now, when the two of them walked to their picnic spot, they did it hand-in-hand, just as they did on a non-particular spring day in the middle of April.

"Here we are," Quinn said, surveying the surroundings. It was surprisingly quiet and, as always, threw Rachel off guard. She held the basket of food as Quinn spread out the red flannel plaid blanket that had also become part of the tradition. "All good to go."

Rachel sat down on the blanket, opening the basket. It was filled with little things: grapes, melon pieces, some candy, rolls and other vegan friendly items. Shaded by a large oak tree, Quinn sat down as well, pulling out a bottle of water from the basket as well. "So how was your week, babe?" she asked after taking a sip.

Rachel sighed, looking up at the blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds. "Long. I probably got about ten hours of sleep total." She shook her head and took a grape, popping it into her mouth. "They're running me into the ground but it's totally worth it."

"Of course it is," Quinn joked, smiling at the smaller girl. The two of them just sat there. Of course they knew almost exactly what had happened that week before. They called each other every night. In fact, Quinn might have been some of the reason Rachel wasn't getting much sleep. The two of them just sat there. "Maybe later we can take a nap before dinner. How's that sound?" Quinn asked after a minute.

"Sleep in your arms? You need to ask?" Rachel scooted closer to Quinn and put her head on the other girl's shoulder.

"Not now, silly," Quinn said, laughing. She leaned forward and grabbed a grape. "Open up," she said. Rachel began to laugh but Quinn pressed the grape to Rachel's lips. She ate it, of course, her lips brushing over Quinn's fingers and Quinn's fingers brushing over her lips. Quinn smiled and leaned down to capture Rachel's lips with her own.

"Love you, babe," she said not to much longer as Rachel lay on her chest under the shade of the large oak tree, both of their mouths tasting like grapes. Rachel hummed into Quinn's chest.

"Love you too. Nap now?" Quinn chuckled a little and kissed the top of Rachel's head.

"Whatever you want, Rach. Whatever you want."