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'I was just telling Beth that maybe this week we can take her see one of my rehearsals and show her my new set.' Rachel said to Puck, adjusting her dress in front of the floor length mirror in their closet.

Puck nodded, lying on his back on their bed in the master bedroom, tossing a piece of pretzel into his mouth. 'That sounds like something she'd enjoy.'

Sitting up, he tossed another piece of pretzel in his mouth. 'Is it weird seeing her in person after months of skyping? I'm glad James totally remembered her and didn't make her feel awkward about staying here, Quinn being her mom and all.'

'Honestly? I was a bit surprised too. He's been really possessive these past few months. Daddy says it's a phase and that all kids go through it. I'm glad he has a relationship with Beth, though, and see's her like a sister. I know it means a lot to Quinn to have them be close.'

Puck laughed, raising his head to catch a glimpse of Rachel. 'Speaking of the devil, where is she? Is this some like super formal thing? You're pretty dressed up.'

Rachel did a small turn in front of the mirror, grinning at her reflection. 'The director invited the entire cast and crew to some private party in the city. An ultra exclusive party.' She turned, eyes twinkling. 'I'm so happy to finally be able to introduce Quinn to all the people I've been talking to these past few weeks. Directors, stage managers, and assistants- they are all so great. I really feel like this is my ticket to greatness again. It feels like it did last time.'

Puck smiled at Rachel's enthusiasm, genuinely happy that she was finally in a good place in her career after years of disappointment after her breakout role in the Funny Girl revival, which had graced her with a Tony nomination. "I'm happy for you, babe. About time someone took notice of your talent again.'

Just then Quinn burst into the bedroom, hair frazzled and out of breath, interrupting the conversation followed by the calls of Beth and James who played downstairs.

'Mom! Mommy's home! Momma!'

Quinn sighed, stopping in her tracks and walking out into the hall again.

'Give me 15 minutes, babies! I need to shower!'

Turning around again, she walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

'I'm so sorry I'm late!' she cried, walking over to Rachel, taking her face in both hands and kissing her passionately. 'I'm sorry I'm late.' She said again, softer this time, looking into Rachel's chocolate orbs and frowning. 'I'll jump in the shower and be out in 5 minutes, okay? I promise!'

Rachel rolled her eyes but said nothing, nodding. This was typical Quinn.

Quinn gave Rachel another quick peck before walking towards the bed, pulling her top over her head.

'Hey, you.' She said to Puck, kissing his cheek quickly before unbuttoning her pants and walking into the bathroom, leaving the door open as she made her way into the shower.

'Whoa!' Puck cried, 'If I knew coming over would ensure beautiful naked woman walking around I would have come a lot sooner!'

Rachel rolled her eyes, tossing him a discarded shirt from the floor. 'Watch your mouth, Puckerman. That's my wife you're talking about. Last thing I need is James getting influenced by you. Or Beth for that matter.'

'Rach, if Puck knew the things we did, he would kill us!' Quinn called out from the shower.

Rachel cleared her throat 'Noah, are you sure you will be okay staying alone with James and Beth tonight?'

Puck looked up from the Sippy cup Quinn was showing him how to close, nodding his head. 'We'll be absolutely fine, Berry. I promise. Right, B?'

Beth nodded, leaning against her father and wrapped an arm around his waist.

'You keep an eye on him, okay Beth?' Rachel laughed, glaring at Puck. 'Make sure he doesn't break anything or get out of line.'

'Me? Out of line? Aren't you supposed to be the rebel?' Puck asked Beth, ruffling her blonde locks. 'Being a teenager and being too cool for school?'

Beth rolled her eyes, 'Guess it's a good thing I didn't take after you then, huh? Mom's way prettier anyway.' She teased.

Rachel smiled, walking over to Quinn and kissing her cheek. 'She's the prettiest woman in the entire world!' she yelled, laughing at the blush on Quinn's face.

Quinn kept her eyes on the snack she was preparing, biting her lip to keep from smiling.

'Do you hear this?' Puck questioned, poking Quinn in the ribs, pretending to take offence to Beth's comment. 'That's your doing, no doubt.'

'It's not my fault she finds me better looking than a man with a Mohawk.' Quinn joked.

Rachel laughed, pulling James into a hug as he tried to run past them and into the living room.

'You be good, you hear? No problems for Uncle Puck and Beth. You make sure to go to bed when you're told and eat all your dinner.'

'Ayi, Ayi Captian!' James saluted before flinging his arms around his mother's neck and leading her into the living room to show her his latest building creation.

Quinn covered the plate of fruit with plastic warp before washing her hands and turning to Puck and Beth.

'Okay, his dinner is all prepared for him. You can just heat that up when he gets hungry, which should be around 7. I need you two to bathe him and please don't forget to turn on his humidifier before he goes to bed.' Looking out the window, she pointed towards the electronic cover on their pool. 'The pool is outback and heated so if you guys want to get in with him, you can. Just please make sure he wears his life vest and don't let him out of your sight, he can't swim yet.'

Puck nodded, giving Quinn the thumbs up.

'There is a cabinet in our laundry room that has beach towels and all that stuff so feel free to use anything in there.' Quinn looked around the kitchen, rubbing her hands together as if to remember all the important things to tell them before she left.

'We have milk in the fridge, Almond and Organic in case either of you want cereal or anything.'

Puck nodded his head, 'I think we got it, Q. I'll call you if anything, okay?'

Quinn smiled at them both, pulling them into a tight hug before Rachel walked back into the kitchen and pulled her way.

'Take care of my little one, okay?' she said, pulling back to look at them both, 'I'm trusting both of you to make good decisions.'

'Yes, mom.' Puck whined.

Quinn smirked, slapping his shoulder. 'Stop it. You make me feel old when you say that.'

'You are old, Q. You have two kids. You ain't no spring chicken.'

Shaking her head, Quinn gave Beth one final squeeze before she tracked down her little terror and said goodbye.

'There are cookies in the bottom cabinet next to the stove if you want some, okay? I have to hide them from Rachel.' She whispered into her ear. 'Just make sure James doesn't seem them, for your sake.'

Beth giggled, nodding her head.

'My love!' Rachel's voice rang from the living room. 'We're going to be late!'

James ran into the kitchen and flung himself at Quinn, hair wild as usual.

'Have fun Mama! Make sure to wear your coat! You might get cold out there.' He told her seriously.

'I promise to keep my coat on, baby boy. I love you.' Kissing each cheek repeatedly, she gave him one last squeeze before putting him down and turning to her wife.

'Shall we?'

Dance music blared through the speakers of the night club/lounge deep in Greenwich Village. It was just as Rachel had expected it to be: exclusive, loud, and bursting at the seams with the Broadway energy of everyone in the room.

Removing their coats and handing them to the attendant, the pair made their way inside. Scanning the room, Rachel placed her hand securely on Quinn's lower back, guiding her through the crowds. She had been looking forward to a night like this, when she could finally show off her beautiful wife to her co-workers. Quinn was, for all intents and purposes, everyone's dream girl. She was tall and beautiful; an air of old Hollywood grace in her persona that drew in those around her. She was a journalist turned screenwriter, Yale graduate and every bit as smart as the brightest men in this room.

'I'm going to head to the powder room to freshen up a bit' Quinn whispered into Rachel's ear, giving her a wink before walking towards the back of the lounge.

'Do you want me to go with you?' Rachel called after her.

Quinn turned around, dismissing the offer with a flick of her hand. 'Go say hi! Meet people!' she called as she walked, not turning to face the brunette.

Rachel sighed, scanning the room for familiar faces, greeting those who would come up to her, gushing about her success and asking for a quick picture.

'Mrs. Berry, we absolutely love you!' a few young girls, interns, cried.

Rachel smiled, their confessions filling her up with glee. 'And I love you!' she replied, laughing as she put her arms around them for a quick snap shot.

'Rachel! Rachel, is that you!' Gary, the play director, called from the bar with two drinks in hand.

'Excuse me one second, please.' She told the girls, walking over to Gary with a bright smile and shake of her head.

'How did I know I would find you here?' she teased, giving him a quick hug before ordering a drink for herself, vodka and cranberry to start the night and a margarita for Quinn.

'I'm a predictable man where it counts,' he smiled, kissing her cheek. 'Now where is that beautiful wife of yours? I've been counting down the days to catch a glimpse. Share her with the world, Rachel. Greed doesn't look good on you, darling. You should spread your wealth.'

Rachel smirked, amused by the man before her. 'I keep her hidden away so she doesn't encounter men like you who will try and steal her way.' She teased.

'Ouch!' Gary cried, rubbing his chest to soothe the feign heartache. 'Way to bring a man down!'

Rachel smirked, catching sight of a certain blonde walking towards the bar and raised her arm, eyes bright and twinkling.

'Ah, I know that look. She must be close. Which one is she?'

Rachel laughed, pointing out Quinn in the crowd, waving her over.

Quinn smiled, giving Rachel a quick kiss on the cheek as she approached the two.

'What did I miss?' she asked, wrapping her arm loosely around her wife's waist.

Gary stood, momentarily speechless as he caught site of the woman before him.

'Gary' he said suddenly, arm extended for a handshake before thinking better of it and leaning forward, taking Quinn in his arms.

'Pleasure to meet you, Quinn. You're striking.'

Quinn blushed, offering Gary a small smile.

'Likewise, about time I meet the man that keeps my wife busy at ungodly hours of the night.' She teased, winking at Gary.

Rachel laughed, squeezing Quinn's hand softly.

Gary laughed as well, 'I like this one!' he told Rachel, squeezing Quinn's arm. 'She's a keeper. No wonder you've kept her stashed away! Can I get you a drink, Quinn? Gin and Tonic? A shot?' he asked, singling over a bartender with a snap of his fingers.

'That won't be necessary, I placed an order a couple minutes ago.' Rachel interjected, kissing Quinn's temple as way to mark her territory before the man before them.

Quinn smiled, turning towards Rachel and reaching for the drink beside her on the bar.

'Rachel's got me covered, thank you though.' She said before taking a sip of her margarita.

Gary waved her off and nodded, 'So, Quinn. What is it that you do?'

'I'm a writer.' She said simply, taking another sip of her drink.

'Oh? Fantastic. What do you write?' he inquired.

'Mostly indie stuff. Worked for the New York Times for a couple years before focusing on screenwriting. '

Rachel turned to her wife, gazing at her lovingly before turning to Gary.

'She's being modest. Her film made it to The Sundance Film Festival two years ago. '

'Really? Sundance? That's fantastic!'

Quinn ducked her head, 'I didn't win but it was an honor simply being a part of it. Especially being my first screenplay.'

'Her film was amazing.' Rachel said, a proud grin on her face.

The music continued to blast through the lounge, people gathering on the dance floor, drinks in hand and hips swaying to the beat.

'Well ladies,' Gary said finally. 'I hate to leave my star and her stunner wife but I have guests to attend to. Quinn, lovely meeting you.'

Bidding him farewell, they stood at the bar a moment longer nursing their drinks before Quinn turned to Rachel.

'Want to dance?' she whispered into her hear, receiving an eager nod.

Rachel took Quinn's hand in her own, leading her into the middle of the dance floor. The lights had been dimmed since they first arrived and it seemed as though the music had grown louder.

Reaching their destination Rachel turned towards Quinn, a smirk on her face before linking one arm around her neck, pulling her close and placing a sultry kiss on her lips. Her other hand trailed from her waist down to her lower back, pulling her closer to her, grinding into her softly as their hips swayed as one to the music.

Quinn tossed her head back, a hearty laugh escaping her as she pushed herself further against Rachel, her own hand pulling her towards her.

'Now, now little kitty,' she spoke into Rachel's ear, taunting her. 'I'd keep those hips in check.'

'Jay, you need to finish at least two more bites of chicken before we even think of getting in the pool.' Puck told him sternly.

'But I don't like the peas! Or the chicken!' James cried, eyes wide with outrage.

'Dude, no one likes peas. But we gotta' do what we gotta' do.' Puck amended, picking up a spoonful of peas his own plate and swallowing them.

Beth giggled, picking up a pea and popping it in her mouth. 'Mmmm, so yummy!'

James glared at them both, shaking his head. 'I don't want them!'

'Here, we'll play a game.' Puck announced, wiping his spoon with a napkin before placing it in the middle of the table. 'I'm going to spin the spoon. Whoever it lands on has to take a spoonful of peas. No exceptions. The person to finish all the peas wins.'

'I'm going to win!' James announced, jumping up and down in his chair.

'Spin it! He cried.

First spin landed on Beth, receiving a loud cheer from Puck.

'Woohoo! Go Beth! You eat those peas!'

Beth laughed, 'Dad, stop it!'

It wasn't long before the peas were gone, James appropriately winning.

The trio placed the dirty bowls in the dishwasher and ascended up the stairs to prepare for their mini pool party.

'Where do you keep your swim trunks, little man?' Puck asked, opening his closet and going through the first couple of drawers in his dresser.

'I don't know!' James cried, climbing onto his bed and kicking his feet back and fourth.

'C'mon James.' Beth coaxed him, 'Let's get your clothes off so you can change into your pool clothes. Don't you want to get in the pool?'

James nodded eagerly, standing up and holding onto Beth's shoulders as he slipped off his shoes.

'I want my Nemo swim trunks!' he yelled, jumping up and down.

'Dude, you'll be lucky if I can find any pair of swim trunks.' Puck said agitatedly, running his hand through his mohawk.

'Maybe they are with the beach towels?' Beth suggested, lifting a naked James into her arms, James kicking wildly.

'I'm naked, Uncle Puck!'

'I see that, Jay.' Puck laughed, heading towards the laundry room and opening the cabinets that aligned the wall in search for swim trunks.

'They're right there!' James cried, pointing to the top shelf. 'My swim trunks are right there!'

Puck pulled them out of the stack, holding them up and spinning them in the air

'Woohoo! Whose ready to party?' he asked, taking James from Beth and pulling up his swim trunks.

'You stay with Beth here for a minute okay, Jay? I'm gonna go change.'

James nodded, racing down the hall and sitting on his mothers' bed sighing as he looked over at Beth. 'Where do you live?'

Beth looked down at him, 'I live with my dad, Uncle Puck.'

'I live with my moms!' James said, clapping his hands together.

'Okay, all set! Puck announced, walking out of the bathroom and setting his clothes on the bed.

'Yay!' James cheered, hopping off the bed and bouncing excitedly. 'Pool time! Pool time!'

'Aren't you going to get in the pool, Beth?' Puck asked, walking over to his daughter, ruffling her hair.

'No.' she said softly, shaking her head.

'Why not, Beth? It's going to be so fun!' James says, a frown on his face.

'I didn't bring a bathing suit, James. I forgot them. I thought it would be too cold. I forgot you had a pool.' She tells him as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 'I can't get in the pool with jeans!'

'Borrow my mama's!'

Beth shook her head, 'No, that's okay.'

'No, James is right. Beth, I'm sure Quinn or Rachel wouldn't mind you borrowing one of their bathing suits.

James nodded, reaching for Puck's hand.

'Uncle puck is right! Mama is super nice and she won't be mad!'

Beth shook her head again, 'It's okay. You both get in the pool.'

'Beth, we're not getting in the pool unless you get in with us.'

'I don't want to get in the pool anyway.' Beth conceded, sighing in agitation. 'Really, I don't.'

'I'm calling my mom!' James announced, reaching for the home phone on the bedside table and pressed 1, speed dial for Quinn's number, holding the phone to his ear as he waited for his mother to answer the phone.

'James! Hang up the phone! Your moms are busy!' Beth yelled, standing up and attempting to pull the phone from James.

James glared at her, holding the phone tightly in his small hands and twisted his body.

'Stop!' he yelled, 'She's my mom!'

Beth stopped immediately, sighing in agitation. She was just as much her mom as she was his. Looking over at Puck, she rolled her eyes. 'She isn't going to answer the pho…'

'Mama! Hi!' James interrupted, yelling excitedly into the phone.

'Nothing's wrong Mama,' he answered Quinn. 'Beth forgot a bathing suit and she won't use one of yours! I want her to see me float!'

James stood in silence for a couple seconds listening to his mother before holding out the phone to Beth. 'Mama wants to talk to you.'

Beth rolled her eyes, taking the phone in her hand and holding it to her ear.

'Hello?'

'Beth!' Quinn cried, her voice sounding distant and overpowered by the loud music in the background. 'Baby, go ahead and borrow anything in my closet! My bathing suits are in the bottom drawer. Borrow whatever fits, okay? Honestly.'

'I will, Mom. Thanks.' Beth said softly, nodding her head.

'Perfect, we'll see you later, okay? Have fun! I love you.' and with that she hung up.

'What did she say?' Puck asked, holding James on his back.

'She said to borrow whatever I wanted.'

'I told you!' James accused, 'I told you she would share!'

Puck laughed, bouncing James up and down.

'You go ahead and change and we'll meet you at the pool.'

Beth nodded, watching them go before cautiously stepping into the walk in closet that belonged to Rachel and Quinn. Flicking on the light switch, she gasped softly at the sight of clothes before her. Designer dresses and blouses hung by color, rows and rows of jackets and jeans and endless purses and shoes.

Taking a moment to run her fingers through the fabrics she came across the bathing suit drawer, cautiously opening it and going through it's contents, feeling like she was suddenly invading in very personal space.

After finding a bathing suit she liked and seemed to fit her she pulled it on, doing a small twirl before the floor length mirror beside the door and smiling. Walking over to the vanity she picked up a perfume, holding it in her hands and sniffing it, immediately associating it with Rachel. She placed it back in its spot on the vanity, turning it the way it was before. Something about Rachel made her nervous.

Blame her star quality or the fact that not only was she at one point kind of her sister until Shelby passed away but now she was her biological mother's wife…she never really knew were she stood with her. She had visited James many times as a baby and always saw him as her baby brother. It wasn't as easy for him to understand, however. She couldn't blame him. He was young and no three year-old would be able to fully understand their complex relationship. Plus, it was easy for him to forget that Quinn has also Beth's mother.

Yet, Quinn was mindful to always make her feel welcome, including her in their lives and making sure she was a part of James's. It had been her decision to live with Puck following Shelby's death and finish her middle school years in Los Angeles and Quinn was accepting and supportive.

Sighing, she walked out of the master bedroom, shutting the light behind her as she walked down the stairs and towards the pool where Puck and James awaited.