Apparently, it's impossible to sleep when it's so dark you can't see your hand in front of your face and so quiet the only thing you can hear is your own breathing. A six-hour power outage in subzero temperatures put a huge dent in my writing time yesterday but I promised an update today.

Quinn stared at the script, dumbfounded. Rachel had already successfully completed two episodes of Steel and the show had already extended her for two more episodes. Quinn would be the first to admit Rachel was amazing. She snorted to herself. Of course she was amazing, she's Rachel Berry. Quinn found herself wondering if she'd ever stop being astounded by Rachel's talent. She honestly didn't think she ever would.

But that was what left her so flabbergasted at the direction the writers and producers had decided to take this arc.

"So, this is a little unexpected." Rachel admitted as they read through their scripts together, sitting across from one another on their couch.

Rachel had officially moved in two weeks ago, after they had rescued Quinn from her disaster of a date. The night of crying and laughing over Glee had released a few more demons they both had hung on to. They'd spent the next week talking, more than usual, which was hard to believe since Quinn and her often found themselves in some type of discussion with the other -be it about their day, or politics, or the newest movies coming out. They'd spent a full weekend shopping for things that would make the house more of a mesh of both of their personalities. Rachel shifted in her seat and looked around the room that was once completely Quinn. It was now filled with little touches of the diva as well, bringing a warmth and comfort to the room she hadn't expected. Pictures of both of their friends and family covered one wall, interspersed with playbills, awards, and diplomas both women had received over the years. She realized that it felt more like home than New York had in a long time and she loved that Quinn had went out of her way to make her feel at home here.

Rachel sighed as she looked back at the script in her hand, unable to stop thinking about the changes it could mean for them in the coming few weeks. She was sure everything would change, and as much as she tried to keep an optimistic look at life, she wasn't sure the change would be good. If anything, it would be a bit heart breaking, she was sure.

"You didn't know about this then?" Quinn asked, still staring at the script propped up on her knees. She kept re-reading, wondering if she had lost her mind. After the tenth time reading the page in front of her she was convinced that it wasn't her, but her bosses that had gone insane. She threw the script on the coffee table in disgust.

"No, no, I did. In general terms. I mean, I knew it was a possibility. It was one of a few that had been tossed around when I first signed on. It's just… seeing it on paper is much different."

"I was wondering how they were going to pull this off."

"So you knew?" Rachel asked, honestly astonished. "You're okay with it?"

Quinn shifted uncomfortably under Rachel's scrutiny, still unable to meet her gaze. "I didn't know it was going to go down like this, no. And I'm not sure if I'm okay with it, honestly. I mean, my character has had a few romantic interest over the last few seasons, but this… this may break her."

Rachel hummed. She wasn't sure how she felt about it either. "I… I don't even know what I'm feeling at the moment."

"I thought you'd be upset."

Rachel rose from the couch and threw her script next to Quinn's, almost knocking over their empty wine glasses. "Well, of course I'm upset, Quinn! They're killing off my character! When they extended my contract, I thought that meant I would be a semi-reoccurring character –a character whom I might add had great chemistry with the cast! How could they kill me off? I've NEVER been killed off before!"

Quinn chuckled, finally lifting her eyes from their scripts.

"Don't laugh." Rachel huffed as she flung herself back on the couch dramatically.

Quinn just smiled and shook her head; everything about Rae was dramatic. Quinn swung her legs to the floor as she reached for the wine bottle that was sitting next to the couch. She leaned back, taking a swig straight from the bottle, before passing it to the woman seated next to her.

Rachel hugged the bottle to her chest and leaned her cheek against the back of the couch, looking over at her friend. She loved moments like these, just sitting and enjoying each other's company, even if it meant bonding over her character's up and coming death scene. She knew not many people got to see Quinn like this, relaxed, completely scrubbed clean of make up, walls down. She was reminded once again of just how breathtaking Quinn really was. Rachel knew she should stop staring, but she was loath to move her eyes away.

"I'm going to miss working with you." Rachel admitted softly.

The last three weeks of filming together had been amazing. She'd caught herself more than once just watching Quinn when she wasn't required to be on the soundstage herself. She loved watching Quinn in her element. Rachel really had a lot of chemistry with the rest of the cast, but the sparks that flew between Quinn and her on-screen blew her mind. She'd worked with many actors and actresses over the years, and never had she felt such an easy connection as she had with Quinn. More than once they had gone off script but they played off each other so well, feeding each other lines, that it was rare for the director to call cut.

Quinn took the bottle and sat it next to their scripts and scooted closer, pulling Rachel into her embrace. "You're still living here. We'll still see each other."

The smaller woman smiled in contentment and laid her head on Quinn's shoulder. Rachel looked up, getting lost in sparkling hazel eyes, slightly glazed over from their shared bottle of wine. "It's not the same."

Quinn took a deep breath, her lips curling up into a smile at the smell that was so distinctly Rachel. Quinn hugged the diva closer, content to just hold the smaller woman. "I know. Let's just make the next two episodes so awesome that they reconsider."

Detective Elle Riya leaned against the front of her desk and eyed the woman across from her. She still couldn't believe her and her partner had the bad luck to get assigned to guard Senator Maureen Tallann's daughter while threats came against the Senator and her family, but they'd been asked for specifically.

"Why do you keep staring at me like that?" Carmina Tallann smirked at the hot detective. "See something you like?" She joked, her words coated with thinly veiled disdain. She hated feeling like she was being babysat, and in a precinct none the less.

"I've seen better." The detective shrugged. "Then again, I've seen worse."

Carmina rolled her eyes. "Right, like you don't want to get with all this."

Detective Riya grinned to herself. She knew the woman hated her, hated being here, and hated that the Detective could get under her skin. And man, did she ever love getting under her skin. She smirked and decided to call the woman's bluff, her grin growing as the feisty brunette gasped as the Detective stepped into her personal space "Maybe I do."

Carmina looked into the blonde woman's green eyes and smiled. She just figured out how she was going to get through this stint of protection detail. "Maybe you should." Carmina ran her finger over Elle's collarbone. "You know, Detective, I wanna thank you…"

Ella shrugged a shoulder. "I was just doing my job"

"Right. Well, I just wanna know... if I can buy you dinner."

"That'd be terrific."

Carmina smiled as she trailed lower, sliding between the top two, undone buttons on the detective's shirt. "Great. You get off in, like, a half hour?"

The detective snorted and took a step back. Leaning against her desk, she crossed her arms and shook her head. "Oh, no. Here, I was led to believe that you were doing a gift certificate kind of thing. But, to sit and eat... with you, that's... that's just... that's crazy talk! I have half a mind to issue you a drug test. I mean, come on…"

"Well, I could think of other ways of thanking you."

The Detective sat up a little bit straighter, sure she was being played, but interested none the less. "Now, you have me listening."

Carmina did a quick look around. The squad room was mostly empty, Riya's partner had her head deep in a file a few desks away, but other than that, the immediate area was vacant. She smiled evilly as she stepped forward and rose to her tiptoes, pulling the cocky Detective closer by the lapels of her jacket. Her lips lightly brushed against the woman's and she couldn't help but sigh int the contact. Carmina was thrown off-balance as the taller woman stepped into her, pulling her closer as she deepened the kiss. Carmina's hands quickly reached up to run through impossibly soft hair. Their kiss seemed to last forever, though she was sure it had only been mere seconds. The older woman pulled away, staring at her with a cocked eyebrow. Carmina returned the beautiful detective's gaze, willing her brain to kick-start. Instantly, a smile spread across her lips and a deep belly laugh ripped from her throat.

"Damn you, Quinn!" Rachel slapped her hand against the woman's arm. "You aren't supposed to be that damn good at that!" She heard the cast and crew around them chuckle. "I completely forgot my lines. I never forget my lines!"

Quinn laughed at the shocked look that still filled her best friend's face and buffed her nails against her jacket. "Oh yeah, still got it!"

"Shut up."

"I mean, I know I'm good, but when you have Finn and St. James to compare me to, I'm a god." Quinn laughed.

"I see you didn't add Puck on that list."

"Meh, Puck was a pretty good kisser. B was better."

"You kissed Britt?" Rachel asked as she leaned against the desk behind her, mirroring Quinn's position. She'd forgot all about them being on set, surrounded by Quinn's cast mates, extras, and production crew. She hadn't even noticed that the director never called cut after her flub.

"Britt kissed everyone in school." Quinn shrugged, stating a well-known fact. "Really, after all that practice, I don't think there is anyone who could top our little dancer."

She watched Rachel tilt her head from side to side before she nodded in agreement. Quinn raised an eyebrow before she snickered. Of course Rachel and B had kissed. Like she said, Britt made a point of kissing everyone in school.

"So wait, you both have kissed how many of the same people?" April asked as she joined Quinn on her desk.

"More than a few." Quinn laughed. "You mean we didn't tell you? God, we used to fight over boys like they were going out of style."

"Don't remind me." Rachel groaned.

"Rachel stole my boyfriend in high school."

"I'm pretty sure you returned the favor."

"Then there was Puck."

"Your ex?" April inquired.

"Both of ours, but more mine than Rachel's. She just had a thing with him."

"That lasted like a day. Apparently, two hot Jews, is just too much." Rachel laughed.

"Ok, so who else?" She loved getting to see this side of them, free and open.

"Brittany, the blonde dancer from the DVD? She's one of our best friends. If you wanted to graduate, you had to first make out with B. It was an unwritten school policy."

"And Santana."

Quinn's jaw dropped; she was glad she was sitting down for that bit of news. "You and S kissed?" She asked incredulously.

"God, don't make it sound like it's a horrible thing."

Quinn quickly shook her head. "No, it's not like that. It's just…. Santana." She said, as if that explained everything.

"Yes, well, it wasn't something planned. Tana was drunk, sad about Brittany, and unsure about Dani, and well, she kissed me."

"I guess that makes sense."

April smiled. It seemed like her partner might be just a bit jealous over the fact that Rachel had kissed both of their best friends and not her. The stage kiss totally didn't count. She wondered if she could use that fact and push the stubborn woman into seeing what was literally right in front of her.

"Now I feel a little left out." April pouted expertly. "You kissed all your best friends but me."

Quinn snorted. "Who said you're her best friend?"

"Fine, maybe not best friend, but still, am I not a good enough friend to kiss?"

"She's not going to kiss you. Who said she even likes kissing women?" Quinn argued, getting more and more irritated with the woman sitting next to her.

"Actually…." Rachel interrupted, "I rather kiss a woman than a guy more often than not. They're just…" Rachel sighed softly, unable to stop thinking about the kiss she'd experienced just a few minutes before, "It's like comparing cotton to iron. They're not all hard edges and slobbery kisses and groping hands. They're soft, and gentle, and god, so passionate. It just radiates from them. They have curves in all the right places and they just know how to move, how to caress." Rachel's voice trailed off and she blushed, realizing she was still in a room full of their peers and co-workers.

"Damn, she makes me almost want to switch teams." April admitted as she watched the dazed look on the little diva's face as she dreamily described kissing a woman.

Quinn felt her face warm as she recalled the feeling of Rachel in her arms as she kissed her. Sure, it'd been a stage kiss, nowhere near as nice as a real one would be, but she knew just what Rachel was describing and she couldn't stop her brain from imagining just what a real kiss with the smaller woman would be like.