AN: WARNING! DANGER! This is so fluffy, you'll get cavities. I swear to god, it's even making me almost sick this time. Almost. It's so sweet. Ugh. So, I switched things up. I'm making this... 2 stories. It's still the iTunes-shuffle-songfic thing, but it's 2 things. You may have noticed (or you may have to pay more attention) that the first story is from Quinn's POV and the second one from Rachel's. Now, this one is from Quinn's POV again, and it's continuing the FIRST story, Ask Me How I Am! This story overlapses the 24 hours that follow after Quinn wakes up in... Rachel's room. AHHH!

The song is called Glitter in the Air, and it's from Pink. Youtube link:

.com/watch?v=7TTKlJ3H4PQ

I listened to it writing this. I put my iTunes on shuffle, and then when I saw the title, I went for the lyrics and started developing this in my mind, listening to this song on repeat the whole time writing it just so I could get the mood right.
It's now been played 77 times, because this is the longest shot yet. Although, I can't really call them one-shots anymore, can I?If anyone has anything to say about this idea, good or bad, say it.

If anyone has a song request: I'm most definitely not opposed. I'll check the song out, and see if I get inspired. If I do, you've got yourself a chapter.

I really, REALLY, REAAAAAAAAAAAALLLY love getting a review. Every review is more than greatly appreciated, and if you're reading this, and liking it, but haven't let me know by reviewing it yet... Step out of your review-closet and TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! =D

As a final note: Enjoy! Enjoy! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, the song Glitter In The Air or anything else I may refer to.

Glitter in the Air

Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Close your eyes and trust it, just trust it
Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?
Have you ever looked fear in the face
And said I just don't care

6:30 AM

I shoot up, scared out of my mind until I close my eyes and force myself to count to 5. When my mind isn't in a frenzied state anymore, I open my eyes a little, as if to deny where I am. I kind of think for a second that I'm in my little cousin Mimi's room, but when I see the pictures of 2 men with Rachel Berry between them, I remember. A shiver runs through me, and I wanna crawl under the blankets again, but when I see that it would mean lying down next to Rachel, I decide to get up first. The clock on the wall tells me that it's 6:30 AM. It's Saturday, dark outside, and I walk up to the window to see... snowflakes, slowly dropping from the sky.

The first snow of the year always has me smiling, and when I allow myself to feel the magic, I decide to look at the girl in the bed. She looks tiny. Her hair is tangled, spread on her pillow, and there's a smile on her face. She's beautiful, finally relaxed, guard down, not talking, not overambitious, just soft. Somehow she looks even more vulnerable than last night, and suddenly the thought of laying down beside her seems very alluring. Since I'm already going to hell, I might as well go for it and do it good, I think. So on top of just crawling in the bed, I pull her as close as I can, and with a small but pleasurable sound she amends and molded the shape of her body to fit mine better.

9:00 AM

Waking up, she still was curled up against me, her resting on my shoulder. I look down, to see her looking up at me the only way she knows how: intently. When she sees me staring back, I would have thought she'd blink and be all embarrassed. Instead, she doesn't break her gaze, and I can't bring myself to tear away, until she whispers: "Do you want to get up?"
No.

"Sure, it should be about time to eat, and-"
"We don't have to get up, you know."

"I wanna get up. In 10 more minutes."
"That's alright."

I pull her closer, letting my fingers cup her chin, but my movement is slow and hesitant.

"Can I..."

Whether I can or not, I definitely can't say it. So instead, I do it without asking, and press a kiss on her voluptuous lips.

When I pull back, she says: "You can."
So, I press another kiss on her lips. And another. And a fourth. And then I hear a strange sound.

Rachel giggles. "That's my stomach. I have a very strict eating pattern, and by this time breakfast has usually long gone by. So naturally my stomach is reacting to the lack of nutrition that it should have gotten by now, since breaking my daily pattern is extremely rare."
I stay silent for a second, and wonder when I have gotten as stupid as Brittany.

"Oh! You're hungry!"

"You could put it like that."

I get a thought that I surprise myself with, but I listen to it immediately.

"Wait here."
"What?"
"Stay, okay? Stay."
"You're not leaving, are you?"
"I keep my promises. I'm not leaving. But you are staying, right, here! Okay?"
"Okay..."
"Good girl."

I swiftly stroke her hair before jumping up and heading down the stairs. Now, this is the part that I didn't really think through. I don't know what the Berry household looks like, or how their kitchen works, but well. It just seemed like a really good idea. Making Rachel breakfast. Romantic and sweet and generally nice. A little bit strange, since I'm not really used to being all fluffy, but I kinda like it. So I start raiding the kitchen, searching for inspiration, and I find it when I find a waffle iron. I can work with this. After digging through every cabinet - out of one of which fell a pan, on my toe - and setting things up, I find that I like it surprisingly much. Being nice to Rachel. I know that she's going to like this a lot, it's typically the kind of gesture that she really enjoys. I make some coffee, and after setting things up, I carefully carry it up the stairs. I set it outside and open the door. Rachel's sitting in her bed straight up, wide awake and curious but excited.
"You gotta close your eyes, okay?"
She nods and shuts her eyes tightly, and adorably. I smile and carry the tray inside, putting it on the bed before sitting beside it.

"Now, open your mouth."
She frowns a little.

"I'm not going to poison you, Rachel. Trust me."
A dark eyebrow arches at that, but she opens her mouth enough for me to work with.

I take a little piece of the waffle in my hand, and carefully slip it between her separated lips. She makes a small surprised sound before trapping my finger between them. She swallows, and bites lovingly on my finger before setting it free.

"You shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you, you know."

"I shall remember that for next time."
"You can open your eyes again, as long as you open your mouth as well. Next time is now."

She opens her eyes, and they are glistening with excitement and happiness, before willingly opening her mouth.

I slip another bite of the waffle inside of her, and instead of biting my finger, she suckles on it a little before giggling. The giggle is sweet, but the feeling of her mouth around my finger makes my breath stuck in my throat.

"Better?"

"So much."

10:30 AM

After breakfast, we put on some clothes and go outside to enjoy the snowy day. It's cold, but there is a sun high up in the sky. There's no-one else outside; Saturday, people usually stay in as long as they can. Today is no exception, so that when Rachel and I take our slow steps outside, we leave the first footprints in the virginal white mass.

"There's something really great about walking on snow that all others have yet to walk on. Like it's ground that nobody has yet entered."

"I think it's a little bit sad. It's so beautiful, so perfectly white, and then one person goes out and messes it all up."
"Or 2," I add

"In this case 2."

She walks on and I stay behind just a little, scraping some snow from the nearest car. She turns around.

"Quinn, are you ok-"

SPLAT!

I hit her, and hit her good. She shakes her head wildly, so that her hair is not only tousled, but also more covered in snow.

"Oh, you are getting that back!"
"I dare you."

She picks up some snow from the ground, and slowly walks to me. I don't move.

"You should duck away or something."
"I don't want to."
"That was a really stupid thing to say, Quinn."

She lounges herself on me, throwing us both to the ground where in the summer there's usually grass, and rubs the snow into my hair. An almost slushie-like brainfreeze runs through me, but I start laughing and shaking my head towards her, so that the drips fly on to her like when a dog shakes his fur. She laughs the most free and uncontrolled laugh I had ever heard coming out of her mouth, and I pull her a little closer. The laugh dies on her lips.

"Quinn, this is a small town."
"Tell me something I don't know."

"People may be watching. This is the kind of town where people are watching from behind their windows. They know me, and they know you."

I look around Rachel, and see that we're really in sight for everyone to see. Windows all around us, and if anyone would look out of either of them, conclusions would be easily jumped to. My heart beats faster at the thought of everyone knowing about this moment, and what it might mean. It's scary. I don't even know what this might mean, and I sure as hell don't want McKinley High on my back about this. Another tag added to cheater, Gleek, ex-Cheerio and pregnant. In love with Rachel Berry. That's what would happen. And my heart beats a little faster at the fear that those thoughts bring.

I turn back to Rachel and see her getting ready to get out of my grip, and I realize that I desperately don't want her to. So damn fear. Damn being scared. There's a time to be scared, and there's a time to put yourself over it.

I pull her on top of me, nuzzling her so that she shares my brainfreeze. Then I say:

"I just don't care." And bring my lips to hers.

It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg
The sun before the burn
The thunder before lightning
The breathe before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?

11:50 AM

"Quinn, I... I just..."
We are sitting on the big and comfy couch in the Berry's living room, drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows. We're both stretched out, she leaning against one armrest and I'm leaning against the opposite one. A silence fell, and she started with that.

"Rachel Berry is at a loss for words?" I say slightly mocking, daring her to speak her mind.

"I... Thank you. I don't know what would have happened last night if you hadn't saved me from myself. I don't know what came over me, it's atypical for me to act out like that, and if I would ever act out I would probably do so when my dads were actually in town, so they knew about my rebellion. How can I thank you?"
I bite my lip. There's something, but it's not easily done.

"Can you start forgiving me for being so cruel to you? For all the years, of course, but this one especially for yesterday. I know I hurt you pretty badly."
"Yes, you can say that, since that night I decided to get drunk for the first time in my young life."

"Forgive me? Or, try?"

"Can you tell me why you did it? And why you won't do it again?"

The hard part. Always a hard part with Rachel.

"Mostly... shock. It's pretty scary to get kissed by... a girl. And I enjoyed it. But it just scared me so much. I kissed a girl."

"...and you liked it."
"Yes," I laugh. "That's scary. I had never even considered girls as an option before yesterday. I was completely unprepared. And... I was mad at you. You made my already complicated life even more complex by messing with my sexual orientation. But I won't ever be shocked again, because there will never again be a first time that I am forced to consider kissing girls. Not after yesterday."
"Consider yourself forgiven."
"Just like that!?"
"To err is human, to forgive is divine. You have proven yourself human once again, and I..."
"Am a goddess?"
"Well, maybe that goes a little far, but that is a little what I'm getting at."

"...You're gonna have to be a little bit more modest than that if you wanna be with me."

"What do you mean 'be with me'?"

I fall silent, and the mood changes within seconds.

"I don't know," I answer quietly.

"I don't think we should just... jump into this, Quinn. That's not a good idea. I'm sorry, but this whole thing came rather unsuspected. 24 hours ago you had never even taken the trouble to call me by my given name. We should be careful, keep an exit to go back to the way things were open for as long as we can. We have no idea what we're getting ourselves into."

"I don't know if we can just go back, Rachel."

"We still can. We're on the balancing point. We're on an inbetween. And I am determined to stay there as long as we need to, until we're both sure."

"You're smart, but you have to promise me to tell me if you ever feel yourself tipping over to either side. Then I will do the same."

"Of course, the only way it's going to work is if we're honest about that."
"Alright. Agreed, then. We'll... spend some time, and see how things work out."
"Good. By the way..."
"Yes?"
She puts down her coco and leans over towards me, hovering over me.

"The odds are heavily in your favor, as it looks like right now. I have never felt this way."

Before I can react, I feel her lips on mine once more.

Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?
You're whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone
Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?
Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?

3:00 PM

I'm sitting on my bed, at home. Not with Brittany, but my home. I got a call from my sister today, that my parents were coming to visit her this weekend. She wanted me to come with them, to see me again too. But I replied honestly that I really didn't see that happening. They were spending the night there, and would go to church there tomorrow, not returning until the evening. I miss home. So I grabbed my key, and told Brittany that I would see her tomorrow.

It does feel good to be home. There's no place like it, and I wasn't ready to leave it when I had to. My room looks exactly the same. Everything looks exactly the same. And at first, I felt so good. Just doing what I always did, coming home, taking my place on the couch, pouring some coffee. It felt trusted. But then I looked around, and it felt cold. So I turned up the heater, and when that didn't work I grabbed a blanket. But it still felt cold. It took me 20 minutes of absolute silence and cold to realize that it wasn't the temperature. It was the house. And it was the fact that I was alone in the house. Home is not just your house, it's also a place that is filled with people that you love.

I left Rachel's around 12:30, I think, because her dads were coming home. She was going to explain to them what happened between us, but thought that it might go a lot easier if I wasn't there with her. She was probably right. But now, the same loneliness that drove me and Rachel together in the first place, was back. I catch myself checking my phone twice a minute to see if she maybe had send me a text or something, and I'm very annoyed with myself for acting so childishly.

Come on. You saw her today. You just saw her, it hasn't been 3 hours yet. You can't be this desperate for contact, it's unhealthy! You shouldn't just be sitting around here, waiting for the phone to ring. You don't need her to stalk you to know that she cares or something. Stop. Stop. Stop.

I close my eyes, trying to get my mind to calm down and stop obsessing over the phone, when I hear the sound. I've imagined it so many times in the last hours that I think that I've gone insane and it's just in my mind, but when I frantically take it, I see caller-ID identifying the number as...

"Hey Rach,"
"Hmm, so now it's Rach already? You're shortening my name drastically, and I like this, but I do not like where this is heading! Just so you know, I refuse to be called R, like you call Santana and Brittany S and B. I'm not responding to a letter. I think it's crazy that you respond to one, although Q is a rather rare letter to start a name with, and I don't think that there's anyone else at our school with a name that starts with a Q, so that might just be the exception. But I'm not responding to a letter. It conflicts with my unique persona to answer to something as non-personal as R."

I smile and ignore the unnecessary tirade. "How are you, Rach?"

"I'm doing alright, I guess."
"Alright? Did they react badly?"

"What do you think? They were prouder of me than when I won my first dance competition. You should have heard them gloating about how happy they were that I liked someone of the same-sex."
"I suppose that's how it goes with 2 dads. Then what's with the 'Alright' instead of ecstatic as usual?"
"I don't know if I can tell you."
"I think you can."
"It's rather stupid, but I already... miss you, or something. I wish you didn't have to go so soon."

"Well, neither do I, but you kicked me out."
"I think I can give my dads a break. They don't have to get the sexuality bomb and the meet-the-girl bomb on the same day. That's a lot to handle, even for them."

"But now we're the victims! Because you're home alone, and I'm home alone, and neither of us want to be home alone."
"That's quite a nice sum up that you did there, but it's incorrect. You're at Brittany's, and your friend is probably home within a short period of time."
"No. I'm home. My parents aren't."
"Home? As in, the Fabray-home?"
"As in, Fabray-home. My parents are out of town for the weekend and... I missed it, and I wasn't sure if I'd ever get a chance to come back to my old room, so I took my shot. But it's not so great as I expected, since I'm alone again."
"So indeed, we're both home, alone. If I don't count my dads, and somehow, despite their hard-to-miss personalities, I'm not counting in my dads right now."

She lets a silence fall over the line. The silence fees twice as loud over the telephone. We start at the same instant.

"Do you want to-"
"Should I-"

We both let out a little bit of a nervous laugh, and I let her begin again.

"Should I come over?"
"Do you want to?"
"If you give me a minute, I'll be on my way."
"What's your curfew?"

"I don't know. I don't really wanna leave you alone. I could just, you know..."
"Spend the night? What will your dads say?"
"They know we spent last night here together and nothing happened. Well, nothing like that, at least. And I told them that we were handling this very maturely, and that we were taking things slow."
"How slow?"
"Ice-age slow."

"That slow. So, you think they'd agree?"
"I'd say that I'm about 99% sure."
"When can you be here?"
"Give me 20 minutes."
"I'm counting!"

"I'm on my way!"

I hang up and smile. Nothing like a reminder to the fact you're not alone.

3:19 PM

When the doorbell rings, I keep myself from sprinting to the door. When I open it, I can't help but laugh when Rachel pretty much jumps me with a hug.

"This really isn't healthy, is it?" She says, before kissing me on the cheek.

"I don't care. I'm glad you're here." I release her, before offering her a drink.

"Do you have some tea?"
"Yes, of course. You make yourself comfortable, alright?"

"Right..."

She looks a little freaked out, and is staring around the room like she doesn't know what to do. She's uncomfortable.

Tea may help. I make some tea, and while the water's boiling I put on some music. This seems to relax Rachel, and she sits down on the couch.

She relaxes more when I bring some tea with me and sit myself down next to her.

"Hi," I say.

"Hi," she replies, and smiles before asking:

"Are you glad to be here again? I mean, you did want me to come here."
"I probably would have wanted you anywhere. But yes, I mean, it's been a long time away, and it's good to be home. But..."
"But?"
"But together is better than being alone." I smile at her, and she snuggles closer to me.

"Do you want to watch a movie?"
"I do. I feel like Disney today."
"No Bambi, okay? That makes me both cry and think about Ms. Pillsbury."

"No Bambi. Beauty and the Beast?"
"That's one of my absolute favorites. Did you know that they actually tried to mix the Broadway style with the Disney picture in that one? Like in the renounced ballroom sequence, it's actually quite obvious!"

"You're not gonna talk throughout the whole thing, right?"
"...I'm not?"
"Do you want to cuddle while watching the movie?"
"...I'm not."

I put in the movie and jump on the couch, stretching myself out and grabbing my blanket. She adjusts it so it covers the both of us, and curls her body into mine so I can lean over her. I can see that she's watching the movie intently, but sometimes I see her eyes wonder, shooting to their corners, paying more attention to my hand. I make sure that, no matter what's happening on the screen, my hand is always moving over her in some way. My thumb moving across her hand, my palm cupping her shoulder, stroking it softly. When the film ends, she turns around, breathing into the hollow of my neck. She looks up to me, and at the same time her hand moves up as well. It feels like slow-motion, and in slow-motion I mirror her movement, moving my hand little by little to meet hers.

I hear her take a deep breath, and our fingertips - nothing more, just our fingertips - touch, in the softest, most sweet, loving, gentle touch that the world has ever known. I feel my stomach knot and before I can think I feel a burn behind my eyes.

"Shh, it's okay." She curls her fingers, so they're intertwined with mine.

"It's not. It's the stupid pregnancy." My voice breaks and I try to hide it with a cough.

"It's not stupid. It's healthy. Don't be embarrassed to feel, Quinn. This is good."

I wipe away my tears and let my free hand reach out for her, before pulling her close. I bury my face in her hair, and feel my emotions subsiding as quickly as they came as a sense of calmness overtakes me. She keeps muttering soft words against me, and I close my eyes, allowing myself to be flowed over by Rachel.

10: 21 PM

I hesitate, and she spots my doubt, as we stand in front of the door, my hand resting on the knob.

"What's wrong?"
"This is the first time I've gone to my room in a long time, and it's pretty rare for me to bring someone with me. Especially like this, I've never had a sleepover here."

"You haven't?"
"Never. Parents didn't really want it. But it doesn't matter now." I shrug, feigning nonchalance.

"It does. I can..."
"No." I interrupt her, not sure what she was about to say, but whatever it was, I didn't want to hear it. So I took a deep breath instead, opening my door.

"Come in." I gesture, and she walks slowly inside, taking small steps.

I sit down on my bed, gaze fixed at the floor, while she takes her calm look around. She kneels in front of me, and cups my chin so she can lift it.

"I like the pictures. You are very photogenic, every picture with you in it is beautiful."

"You do realize that I only picked Beauty and the Beast because I have a thing for short brunettes with perfect skin and dark brown eyes, right?" I blurt out.

"I loved Cinderella most as a little girl. Tall. Blonde. Although, the hazel eyes really make the difference."
"In a good way?"
"The best."

It's only half past the point of oblivion
The hourglass on the table
The walk before the run
The breathe before the kiss
And the fear before the flames
Have you ever felt this way?

12:23 PM

"You know what really bothers me quite a lot?"
"Do tell," I roll my eyes. There's a lot that bothers Rachel.

"That Monday, you won't even look at me. Everything changed Friday. And then it was the weekend. And Monday things are just gonna go back."

"Of course they won't, Rach."
"They will." She turns her gaze away from me.

"They won't. Things are different now. Brittany and Santana are just gonna have to put up with you."
"Will they?"
"Santana will get over it. And Brittany likes you. She certainly seemed to like you during Lean On Me, when you guys were all huggy-huggy."
"You sound remarkably jealous, Quinn! Like I said, tall blondes."
"But the hazel eyes really make the difference?"
"You make the difference. You can't treat me like crap anymore, though. I won't have it, you treating me like nothing happened."

"I think we're past the point of oblivion, Rachel, you're well on your way making this the best night of my life."

"Really?" Rachel is so excitable. Mental note: Excitability is cute.

"Yes, light bulb. Really."

"What did I do right to do that to you?"
"I can't really tell. I just know that..." I trace my finger across my cheekbone, making sure that this confession gets through to her. It's not a small deal.

"I have never felt this way."

There you are, sitting in the garden
Clutching my coffee,
Calling me sugar
You called me sugar

2:34 AM

"We should really go to bed soon. Is it healthy for you and your baby to sit outside in the middle of the night? I have never been outside this late! Or early, I guess it depends on the way you look at it."
"It won't hurt her. And it's not really out, we're in my garden."

"Drinking coffee. At 2 AM."
"2:35, actually."
"Even worse! Do you do this a lot?"
"No, I have done it occasionally on sleepovers with Brittany and Santana. When they were calm, and before they started begging to go to sleep as soon as possible so they could have sex without me noticing. Well, they thought I didn't notice it. Can't believe Santana actually thought that I couldn't hear her whimpering..."

"Hold on. Santana and Brittany are a... a couple? Are they dating?"
"Well no, obviously. I mean, everybody knows that sex is not dating."

"Obviously..." She rolls her eyes in an exaggerated manner, and clutches her coffee a little tighter.

"It's cold."
"Get over it. We're not going inside yet."
"It's cold. I mean, I'm cold. I mean... Have you never seen a romantic comedy!? I'm subtly hinting you to find a way to help me warm up."
I pat my lap.

"I saved you a warm seat right here."

"That's quite a cliché. But on the other hand, that was what I was kind of going for."
She sits on my lap, and I set her arms around me, putting my coffee on the table.

"How do you drink yours?" She asks me.

"Black. I barely put anything in it. I like the way it tastes. And coffee is coffee. If you want something sweet, drink warm milk."

"Can I see what yours tastes like?"
"Go ahead. I'm not exactly scared of your germs, I don't know if you have noticed, but I don't kiss people that I don't want germs from."

"It's unexpected that you talking about my germs is a turn-on," She takes a sip of my coffee and her face scrunches up.

"It tastes bitter."
"I could have told you that. But I think I'll just have to fix it, instead." I slowly reach for my coffee and put it on the table. When she turns to me, I stretch my neck and kiss her, letting my tongue slide in her mouth. I taste the bitterness of the coffee, but it's dissolving in her saliva swiftly. She moans a little and pushes down more forcefully. When I don't pull back, but only kiss back more heatedly, she straddles my lap. When I feel heat emanating from her, however, it's just a little overkill for my senses and I pull back. She doesn't ask questions, but only smiled, and says:
"That helped. You're sweet."
"Literally speaking, or figuratively as well?"
"Both. You seem bitter like black coffee, but you're not. I think that you've got so much sweetness inside of you, that if it would all be released at once, my teeth would rot at the bare sight of it."
"I think you're over-"
"I'm not. Not just the taste in your mouth is always sweet. You are. You're not the bitter coffee. You're sweet. You're sugar." She smiles and lets a look linger above my head, like something really interesting is going on there.

"Sugar. That's you."
"Sugar? Are you sure?" I ask skeptically, arching an eyebrow.
"Sugar. A sugar-bomb, a candy cane, a dentist's worst nightmare. Sugar."

I smile widely, because everything about this moment is right. And a part of me that I'm a little bit scared to acknowledge right now, really, really likes the nickname Sugar. Really likes it. A lot.

"Sugar... You called me Sugar."

"With a capital S!" She kisses what's left of my cherry-flavored chapstick of my lips, and whispers in my ear:
"I've always had a sweet tooth."

Have you ever wished for an endless night?
Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight
Have you ever held your breathe and asked yourself will it ever get better than tonight?
Tonight

06:27 AM

I let Rachel spoon me. Even though she's the shorter one, I could honestly care less. There's little that I want more now than to feel her chest heaving against my back. Her breathing is slowing down now, finding a regular rhythm.

"You lived up to your expectations," I whisper softly, knowing she could hear me.

"I did? What exactly did I live up to?"
"You made this the best night I have ever had. I wish it would never have to end."
"Whether you want it to or not, the sun's gonna come up anyway. You can't help it. It's nature."
"Does it have to be? Can't I, like, tie the moon down to the earth, keep it in the sky forever?"
"Don't forget the stars."
"Of course not, Rachel Gold-Star Berry."
"I'll just try to ignore the mocking tone of your voice, Sugar-Quinn."

She bites my earlobe lovingly, and I take a deep breath, holding it in. My heart starts beating faster, and with her hand on my heart, she's bound to notice it.

"What's wrong? You're heart is beating like it's trying to escape your chest."
"I'm scared, Rach. This feels so good. It's too good, like there will never be another night like this with anyone. Like this is the best it will ever get. And honestly, I don't know how anything could be any more perfect than this, but it scares me and makes me sad that after tonight it will all be over. I really don't know how Monday's gonna go, or what's going to happen, and it's such a horrible idea that I've just had the best night of my life. I just had it."
"You're mourning, Quinn, but it's way too soon for that. For one, the night isn't really over yet. We still have the joy of falling asleep together ahead of us, even though it's morning. It's still our night, because we're still together. And for the record, this was the best night of my life as well. I am planning of spending many more nights with you, and I don't know if it will ever get better than tonight, but I like to set my goals high. It forces me to give it my all if I want to reach them. And a nice, new goal to set for myself is to make sure that after this you will get a new best night of your life. Preferably with me. I'll try."

"Knowing you, you'll succeed too."
"What can I say, I like winning. And you should probably give a lot of your nights to me. The more nights, the more chances I have to make an even more perfect night with you."
I don't know what's going to happen next. But I like the idea of nights with Rachel, especially after this. I feel the boundaries of my old life vibrating, fading into a new reality where Rachel is frequently featured.

I don't know what's going to happen next. But I won't worry about it until I really can't escape it. Until it's absolutely necessary. I won't worry until I have to, and until then, I'll just enjoy the happiness that I have here, with her arms wrapped around me. Until then, I'll just treasure, and enjoy this. Tonight.