A/N: I apologize for this being late, but I'm currently living abroad and studying at the same time as well as enjoying my exchange. And its finals time, so I'm a bit busy handling those while managing my writing time, drawing time and binge-watching my tv series. But alas I did finish this piece for Day 4 – Costars and I hope you enjoy it, I am going to put a warning on this one-shot, it deals with cheating and approval of cheating. I'm sorry it's so short, the idea didn't blossom like I thought it would.

"So tell me again how your wife ended up being my costar?" Rachel questioned looking over to Puck.

Puck shrugged and took a swing from his beer. He turned to survey the club where Rachel had asked to me him. It was packed filled with consumers, he could feel the thumping from the bass of the song. He frowned remembering a time he enjoyed these places, but now they mostly set him on the edge. The bass notes reminded him too much of the bombs dropped or the machine guns fired. He shuddered as he thought of an answer.

"Hell if I know," Puck muttered. "I'm still reeling from the fact that Quinn decided to become an actress while I was deployed."

"How was that?" Rachel asked taking a sip from her own drink.

Puck shuddered once more before his eyes became glazed over as he lost himself in the horrors of being oversea.

"It wasn't pretty," Puck settled on answering.

Rachel nodded her head not wanting to imagine the tragedies that met the young soldier.

"She's a great actress," Rachel added after a moment, in the back of her mind Rachel thinks that Quinn is great at a lot of other things. "I missed working with her, she's a fantastic costar."

"I can imagine," Puck said. "She's been ecstatic ever since she told me you were paired together, even more so when you started filming."

Rachel doesn't want to think about the fact that Puck is completely oblivious to the fact that the reason Quinn is this happy is because she isn't being faithful.

"Thank you," Puck continued after a pause. "You're taking care of her when I can't."

Rachel just offered him an uneasy smile.

"Pull over," Rachel whispered, as her eyes met Quinn's for a second in the rear-view mirror before they returned to the hot desert landscape surrounding them.

"Why?" Quinn questioned, her gaze focused on the long lone highway in front of them.

"Please," Rachel pleaded her voice dripping with subtext, "I've got this itch that just needs to be scratched."

The wind hit her in the face and she sat flushed from the heat. Quinn was busy steering the car, but she only quirked an eyebrow before shaking her head.

"Aren't you straight?" Quinn asked, as she returned her gaze towards the road.

"Yes."

"Then the answer is no."

"But," Rachel pouted, crossing her arms. "You're not either."

"It doesn't matter what I am," Quinn replied offhandedly.

"God, you're so fucking frustrating, Sara!" Rachel shouted. "You lead someone on, just to drop them at the bat of an eye!"

"Well excuse me!" Quinn yelled back as she slammed on the breaks. "I'm sorry, was that not you kissing you ex—again, Chris!"

"And cut," the director announced and both Rachel and Quinn let out a huge sigh. "That's a wrap for tonight, girls. We'll pick up with the rest of the confrontation tomorrow."

Rachel and Quinn both flashed a smile before they were ushered to their changing room to remove the movie's clothing.

"So that was intense," Quinn laughed referring to the scene they were currently shooting.

Rachel smiled tentatively and nodded.

"Hey," Quinn murmured pulling in the brunette into her waiting arms. "What's wrong?"

"I had drinks with Puck last night," Rachel confessed, looking directly into Quinn's hazel eyes.

"Oh," Quinn replied.

"Yeah…"

"How was it?" Quinn asked, feigning disinterest. "How is he? We haven't really talked much since he came back."

"How do you think it was, Quinn?" Rachel hissed before rubbing her temples and apologizing. "I'm sorry, it was just…exhausting. He's doing alright, I suppose…readapting to the civilian world for the time while he decides to either postpone his next tour or serve it in three months. It was just exhausting Quinn, he was so happy when you came up. His face lit up, Quinn and it crushed me…he doesn't know…and it hurts lying to him."

Quinn bit her lower lip and nodded removing her arms from Rachel.

"I'm sorry…it's not fair to him or to you."

"Hey," Rachel stressed not allowing Quinn's grip to leave her. "I knew what I was getting into when I let you kiss me that night, Quinn. As wrong as this is, I'm not letting you go."

"Are you sure? Rachel, he's your best friend."

"And he's your husband."

A silence settled over the room.

"If you don't want to do this anymore, then we'll stop okay?" Rachel mentioned feeling Quinn's trembling form hold her.

"I do—want this, I mean. I don't want to let you go," Quinn whispered.

"Then we keep to hidden places, secret dates, and movie nights," Rachel replied. "You go home and make sure everything is alright on your end and I'll keep being the supportive best friend. And if push comes to shove, Quinn, I'll do whatever you feel is right."

"How did I get so lucky to bump back into you?"

"I'm happy we're just getting somewhat of a second chance."

"Rachel?"

"Yes?"

"What happens when the movie is wrapped up? When we're no longer costars?"

"Will cross that bridge when we get there."

"Rach," Quinn added after a moment of quiet.

"Yeah?"

"I do love you."

"I know, Quinn," Rachel smiled softly. "I do too."