A/N - I'm aiming for the every other day update, but no promises. I'm 3 weeks out from selling my house and moving. Plus I literally have no idea what I'm doing here. I ran out of Brittana to read and started reading Faberry fics because I think all 4 of these girls were really interesting characters, and I just had some ideas I wanted to explore. Also I want to apologize in advance if I write anything that seems awkward because I've only ever written straight ships before.

It's been several long days since I've seen Rachel. If I had ever considered the possibility that I could ever actually date Rachel, I think that I would have thought life would be easier once I knew she felt the same way. In some ways it is, but in others it's much worse now. Before I could only imagine what Rachel would taste like or how she would look at me if she felt the same way, but now I knew and it was terrible living so close to her and not having time to see each other.

I couldn't shift things around very much at work this week and Rachel had a lot of promotional things to do for the show so we had settled for just phone calls and texts for 4 days. It was Friday finally and I didn't have any work that needed to be done early Saturday morning so I was going to Rachel's show which I hadn't been to since opening night. I was excited not only to see Rachel, but to see how her show had improved over these past few months. I was also eager to do something for her after she took charge of our first 2 official dates.

I had dinner cooked and waiting to be reheated whenever we were ready. There was a bottle of her favorite wine chilling. My iPod was on the speakers ready to go and I had several of Rachel's favorite movies on the table to choose from. I had a bouquet of Anemones delivered to her dressing room since she didn't want to see me before the show, because she thought it might be too big of a distraction. And since I wasn't seeing her until after the show, Brittany and Santana were going with me. I guess that Britt really enjoyed watching the dancers and they had been several times since Santana always gives Britt what she wants, plus they were pretty good about trying to support Rachel.

I was waiting in front of the theater with our tickets when I was suddenly picked up and spun around to face Santana. "Hi Britt!" I said laughing. "Hey Santana, you guys ready to go in."

"Yes!" exclaimed Brittany. "That's a pretty flower Q."

"Yeah, she's totally whipped already." Santana responds grinning.

I feel myself flushing just a little as I look down at the lavender rose I was holding. "I haven't been to the show since opening night. She deserves flowers."

"Yeah San, be nice." Britt says bumping into Santana's shoulder before sliding their hands together and tugging her toward the door. "San gave me flowers 2 days ago and I'm not even in a Broadway show." Britt says to me.

"Totally whipped." I tell Santana smiling, seeing her uncharacteristically duck her head in embarrassment. I'm happy that after all the problems they had in the past that they are finally together and happy.

Rachel really has improved since opening night. I mean, she was incredible then, but now I can see that she was nervous and has really grown into this role. When she sings, it's incredible as always and the cast gets a standing ovation at the end. I can see why Rachel's been getting even more popular with the press lately and I'm ecstatic for her. It's what she's always dreamed about, that people would recognize her for the star that she is.

After the show, Brittany and Santana hug me good-bye and I head backstage. I'm glad that it isn't my first time backstage and I don't have to ask where her dressing room is. I knock and open the door when I hear her say come in closing it behind me.

She's pulling a shirt on over her head when I turn around, already having a pair of jeans on and I'm immediately taken with how firm her abs look after these months of rehearsals and shows. I mean Rachel has always kept in good shape, but she looks even more amazing than I remembered.

As the shirt falls disturbing my view, I am broken out of my daze by a giggling "See something you like?"

"Only the prettiest girl I've ever seen." I respond looking at her before offering her the rose.

"Quinn." Rachel says softly. "You already sent me an entire bouquet of flowers."

"You deserve them. Rachel, you were amazing up there. Even better than the first time I saw you. I think you're going to win another award." I step closer to Rachel as I speak, my hands going around her waist and pulling her into a tight hug. "I missed you." I whisper into her ear before pulling back to kiss her briefly.

"Do you have anything you need to do before we leave?" I ask not really sure what she does after a show normally.

"No. I have a car waiting." Rachel answers. "I'll just sign a few autographs on the way. You can meet me at the car if you prefer."

"I'm staying with you Rach." I say instantly.

I watch as Rachel gathers up her things before she tugs me out the door and to the back entrance. There are quite a few fans and photographers waiting outside to get pictures or autographs. I know that Rachel loves this, interacting with her fans and hearing what they have to say. I reach over and take her bag from her telling her to take her time. I lean against the side of the building watching her and she's practically glowing from all of the attention. She really was born for this life. My girl was meant to be a star and I'm so proud of her.

Eventually, she wraps it up and I make my way toward her and the waiting car. I slide in beside her and once the door is closed, I kiss her breathless. "You're everything I always knew you could be." I tell her.

"Really?"

"Yes. In high school all of us knew that you were the one that was getting out of Lima. I knew you were going to be a star. In the very beginning, I was jealous of your big dream and your desire to get there because I didn't have a dream, but you helped give me one and I always knew that somehow you were going to get yours."

We pull up in front of my building before she can respond. I climb out of the car, carrying her bag and wrap an arm around her as we head inside. I drop her bag inside the door and turn the music on. "I just have to warm up the food." I tell her before asking if she wants a glass of wine or would prefer something else.

Instead of going to the couch, she follows me into the kitchen leaning against the counter to watch me work. "Wine would be nice." She answers.

After putting the lasagna in the oven to warm up, I pour us each a glass of wine and hand one to her. I pull a salad out of the fridge and head over to the table. We eat our salads in companionable silence until I bring the lasagna over to the table.

"This is really nice Quinn. It's been a while since you cooked for me."

"Well, it's hard to cook for you if I'm avoiding you. I'm sorry Rachel." I respond.

"I know. I understand. It must have been hard for you, but I don't know why you didn't just tell me. You're my best friend. Even if I didn't share your feelings, I can't believe that you would think I would change things between us."

"I didn't think that at all Rachel. I didn't want to put the idea in your head. I didn't want you try and like me just because you knew I was in love with you. I wanted you to love me just because you did and I was happy with our friendship. Really, I was. I just needed some space. I did still talk to you every day. You still had me, just not right next to you." I tell her contritely.

"I know. That's why I didn't push you harder for an answer before. I just thought you busy and adjusting to a new city, though I was disappointed that you weren't letting me help you adjust."

"Well, now you know. Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Yes. That sounds good" Rachel walks over to flick off the music while I clear off the table and load the dishwasher.

"I put your favorite movies out if you want to put one in."

By the time I'm done in the kitchen, Rachel is sitting on the couch under my blanket with the intro to Funny Girl playing. I'm not surprised that we're watching this again. I nudge Rachel over so I can sit down before wrapping an arm around her and cuddling her close. Rachel fits snug under my arm with her head on my shoulder, a position we've watched a lot of movies in over the years.

I tilt my head down on hers breathing her in and run my fingers through her silky hair feeling her relax into me. About half way through the movie, I feel Rachel shift restlessly and sit up a little straighter so she can get comfortable again. I see Rachel turn her heads towards me and feel her hot breath against my neck before she places a wet kiss against my skin and a shudder runs through my whole body.

I watch as she tucks her knees up under her, turning more fully towards me and then feel her kiss her way up my neck and jaw until she finally reaches my lips. I feel giddy because I have just won her attention away from Barbra and I know that's a big deal with Rachel I think smiling into her kiss.

That thought only last for a split second before I realize that I'm alone in my apartment on my couch with Rachel who wants to kiss me. I pull her into my lap sliding one hand under her shirt to stroke her back and the other hand up to tangle in her hair. I cannot believe how lucky I am.

I tug gently on her hair causing her lips to part under mine and my tongue delves in tasting and exploring. I feel Rachel's hands, one sliding up and down my arm and other threading through my hair. I hear Rachel moan against my lips as my hand wonders higher on her back, reveling in the feel of her incredibly smooth skin. I trail little kisses down her check and onto her neck as she tilts her head back to give me better access. I lick from her collarbone up to her jawline getting my first real taste of Rachel's skin and it is as good as I imagined it would be. I feel a shudder run through her body as I do that and then I begin to kiss and nip down that same path, learning as I go where she's most sensitive and what she really likes. I continue exploring, careful not to leave a mark on her beautiful skin until I feel her start to shift in my lap and clench her hands on my shoulders.

I pull back looking at her flushed face, certain that I have the same look on mine. "I think we need to stop." I tell her. "Plus I need to get you to bed so you're rested for your double shows tomorrow."

Rachel frowns at me before nodding her head because she knows I'm right. "But, I'm staying over." She says giving me a quick peck before bouncing over to her bag and heading into the bathroom to change.

I laugh at her because of course she's staying over. It's late and obviously I wanted her in my bed not a couple blocks away in hers.