She woke up extremely early on a Saturday— a good hour ahead of Quinn— so she can make her girlfriend a nice full brunch. Rachel believed that Quinn had been putting undue pressure on herself with her studies. She knew better than to call out the blonde's behavior because that would be hypocritical of her since she was equally focused on building her Broadway career. Nothing ever came easy for their chosen fields, and both girls knew that there was no other way but to put in the hours of hard work and dedication.

The actress had it all planned out: brunch in bed, sex, a few hours of TV time, and more sex. In the middle of controlling her urges and flipping vegan pancakes, she heard a sound of someone tripping followed by a muffled groan then a series of inaudible curses. "Who left these stupid books on the—oh. Me."

Rachel fought the urge to laugh and instead knelt on the floor to help pick up the books. "I'm sorry, I should've cleared that out but—"

"No, no. Not your fault," Quinn sighed. "It's the books' fault for blocking my way," the blonde said with a playful smile. She crawled towards Rachel and puckered her lips, "Gimme my morning kiss, angel face."

"Well, someone's obviously not hurt. Now let me go back to cooking pancakes in peace," Rachel said in faux annoyance and gave the blonde a chaste kiss.

"I knew I smelled something good."

Rachel held her hand and pulled the other girl up. "It was meant as a surprise. Why are you up early anyway?"

"I'm actually late for errands."

The brunette's face dropped quickly in disbelief. "What errands?"

"Uh, let's see. Dry cleaners, then grocery…" Quinn enumerated her list of things to do like it was programmed in her head. Or maybe it really was. Quinn was the mistress of keeping everything together. While Rachel dramatically matured when it comes to their domesticity, the blonde still maintained most of the control.

"…oh, and I might have to drop by—"

"No."

"I'm sorry?"

"You're—no. Saturday is not errand day."

"It's…always been—"

"Well, not today," the brunette huffed petulantly.

Quinn's face paled in fear. "I…wait, it's not your birthday."

"No, of course not. I wouldn't be cooking for you if it is my birthday."

"Right," Quinn nodded slowly while desperately trying to remember if there was anything special that she had forgotten. "It's…not our anniversary, is it?"

"We don't have an official anniversary. Which is something we need to figure out by the way."

"Okay, I give up," the blonde said in surrender, eyes closed and hands help up. "Please don't kill me if I have forgotten that today was the day we first kissed, or…or we made love…or—"

"You're mocking me, Quinn Fabray."

"I'm not, baby," the blonde cooed as she took a step closer towards Rachel. She wrapped her arms around the frowning brunette and attempted to placate her by kissing her weak spot right below her ear. "Now, tell me what's so special about this day that I have to give up grocery shopping for?"

"Sex marathon day."

"Sex…marathon..."

"Day. I'm declaring Saturdays as Sex-a-thon days."

The blonde hesitated to move or say anything until Rachel cleared her throat. "We're…we're scheduling sex now?"

"Because it's been twelve days and seven hours since we last did it."

"I—no, that's not—"

"Yes, it is," Rachel said evenly. "Yes. It. Is."

"I'm…sorry?"

The actress burrowed her face into Quinn's chest and sighed deeply. "It's no one's fault, really. We've been so…busy with our respective studies. I'm grateful that you're equally driven but I feel like we have an erotic deficit—don't you dare laugh at me, Quinn," Rachel giggled after hearing the blonde snort, "you're the one who first used that term."

"Yes, talking about a book I've read." The taller girl laughed good-naturedly, foregoing a part of her that wanted to correct the usage of the concept. They can have their own language as a couple, after all. "I had never imagined you or me using it to describe our intimacy." She ran her fingers through the brunette's hair in a soothing manner. "But…if, uhm, you really think we have, uh, sex deficit—"

"You're all red, Quinn."

"Shut up."

"After all these years, you still balk at talking about our sex life," the brunette teased.

The comment further aggravated the other girl. "For your information, we have just gotten back together approximately eight months ago and prior to that we haven't exactly been at it like rabbits. I had very little experience during our break—contrary to what you think but let's not talk about that— and you of all people should know my background. So forgive me if I haven't successfully exorcised all my puritanical demons away, either."

Rachel blinked. "Wow…that was quite an exposition. For someone who hasn't had caffeine yet."

"I want my pancakes. And coffee," Quinn huffed grumpily.

"And I want my sex-a-thon."

"And I need to feed you this week."

"Are you seriously giving up the opportunity for a day of pure debauchery for purchasing legumes?!"

"I can't believe you're depriving me of a healthy sexual life for legumes," Rachel mumbled.

"Rachel, baby, it's been hours, and you're still chanting that. In public, no less." Quinn pursed her lips to hide her amusement and embarrassment. "Here, eat this, it will make you feel better."

"You think by bringing me to Le Pain Quotidien, I will be placated?"

"No…you followed me around while running errands. And I usually end up taking a break here."

"Because I had to see how enticing these ever-so-important errands are—you never mentioned that to me."

"Which?"

"This. Here. Central Park."

Quinn smiled sheepishly. "Because it's nothing special. Just some 'me' time."

"That's important," Rachel muttered sadly. "Do you feel the need for more 'me' time?"

"Hey." The blonde reached out for the other girl's hand. "It's a half-hour coffee break, Rach. I didn't mean away from you. We barely have enough time for each other. I wouldn't want more time away from you, okay?"

"And yet you chose buying leg—"

"Do you have any idea how challenging it is to make everything vegan?" Quinn laughed loudly; hazel eyes danced with delight. "I constantly need to summon the recipe gods or we'll be eating boiled lentils for a week."

Rachel suddenly ran out of words. She didn't feel chastised or burdened with guilt by the blonde's hard work in keeping up with her lifestyle. Unlike before, she wasn't being chastised. There was something oddly radiant about Quinn and she couldn't believe she missed it. Not once did Quinn raise her voice, not even when she felt defensive about her shyness when it comes to sexual conversations. It had been like that ever since they have gotten back together. She found herself mirroring her girlfriend's smile.

"Rach? You know I enjoy taking care of—"

"If it means making you scream my name over and over, I'll happily eat salted broccoli for a month."

"Well, you should've made that very clear instead of dropping hints that my chickpea wrap was an epic failure."

"It wasn't…that bad."

"Sure, baby. Sure." Quinn suddenly scrunched up her face and turned to look at some people walking by. "I miss you, too. That way. Has it…really been twelve days and—"

"Fourteen hours now, yes."

The blonde nodded solemnly. "That's about to end."

"Are you sure you don't need to drop by the rug cleaners, or have something upholstered?"

"Now that you mentioned it, there is—"

"Oh for the love of—" Rachel stood up and dragged a deviously guffawing blonde girl away from the bakery. It's been twelve days since they last made love, yes. But more importantly, the brunette didn't feel the need to remind Quinn that exactly—not approximately— eight months ago, they had decided to give their turbulent relationship another try. Quinn held Rachel tightly while the brunette dragged the taller girl's beloved portable grocery cart.

They were moving forward.