Just a filler!

Will properly update at the weekend. Sorry it's not my best but wanted to update and needed to really!

Enjoy!

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"You thinking about moving in with Bridget at all?" Rachel inquired as she sat with her legs crossed in front of three large boxes filled with Quinn's belongings. The blonde placed a photo frame on the coffee table and shrugged.

"Not really, we haven't even had the chance to have a proper first date yet." Quinn laughed, wondering whether or not her first date with Bridget would really classify as a 'first date'. Rachel just nodded in response, pulling a t-shirt from the box and refolding it again neatly.

"Do you think it's weird we haven't been on a proper date yet? Like a real one." Quinn asked shyly, slightly embarrassed to be unloading all this onto Rachel. Bridget's sort-of cousin. They'd just become a lot closer lately, it was almost as if Rachel was becoming her closest friend in New York and Santanna was Bridget's best friend. It made sense to Quinn for them to be so close, but her and Rachel? Not so much.

"No, not really." Rachel paused, her face slightly unsure as she placed another t-shirt onto the pile and turned to face Quinn. "You spend nearly every night together at Aliona's or your out during the day together. With you's two it's like you've been together for years, which I guess you have. It just doesn't seem like you need a 'first date'." Rachel explained, shrugging and padding of towards the open planned kitchen.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." The blonde shrugged, picking up another picture and polishing it quickly before placing it down and throwing herself down onto the sofa.

"Do you want a first date then?" Rachel grinned, raising her eyebrows as she walked back towards Quinn, her drink in her hand as she threw herself down next to the ex-cheerleader. Quinn couldn't help but giggle at the diva's curiosity, but she suddenly felt reluctant again as Rachel's massive brown eyes focused on her enthusiastically. She snuggled further into Bridget's hoodie which she'd lent her, breathing in the gorgeous familiar scent.

"Yeah, I sorta do." She giggled, her eyes glancing back and forth between Rachel's smiling face and Bridget's own beautiful smile grinning back at her from the frame balanced on the coffee table. "I just think we need time together you know, just us?" she blushed again, wondering why the hell she was saying all this to Rachel.

"It's a brilliant idea Quinn." Rachel reassured placing her hand affectionately on Quinn's arm and sipping her coffee with the other before offering Quinn one. "Coffee?"

"No thanks." Quinn giggled "Do you really think it's a good idea?" She bit her lip, judging Rachel's reaction carefully.

"Yeah!" Rachel smiled encouragingly. She loved knowing Bridget and finally Quinn to were both happy as long as they were together and Rachel wanted to see that grow, not fall apart all over again. "You should surprise her!" Rachel clapped a couple of times, losing herself in excitement causing Quinn to burst out laughing as she realised Rachel was already mentally planning everything Quinn could do.

"I don't know, Bridget's the romantic one out of the two of us. I don't know if I could pull it off." Quinn laughed nervously as Rachel frowned back at her.

"Off course you can. Just one thing first though and that's assigning me and Kurt to help!" Rachel grinned raising her finger and efficiently shushing Quinn, not pausing for the girl's quick dismissal, which was a mixture of surprise and panic.

"Oh god Rachel, I really don't think that's a good idea plus Bridget's got a lot going on at the minuet. I'm quite happy watching her at the bar and…"

Rachel's dismissal once again was quick as she interrupted, clearly not taking no for an answer. Holding up her hand in protest of Quinn's excuses she launched into her mini monologue.

"Me and Kurt will help you. Trust us Quinn, Bridget will love it. She'd want to get away from the bar anyway, I'm sure. You can take her Madison Square gardens, or Tiffany's, ohh wait no! The bar! After hours, you could sneak in. Yes that's a great idea Quinn…" The diva rambled on, suggesting many idea's as Quinn half watched in amusement and half drifted to some other place in her mind.

She knew what she wanted to do, something she knew Rachel didn't know about. She didn't even know if Bridget remembered, but she certainly did. It would be special for them if Quinn played her cards right and she was determined that was exactly what she'd do!

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A loud knocking on the front door of the apartment roused Quinn from her lay in. She groaned deeply, turning over and tugging the duvet closer. Thinking it was probably just Kurt, coming over to 'brainstorm' with Rachel, she pulled her duvet with her and wrapped it round her shoulders, dragging it out the door and across the living room towards the door.

"Afternoon."

"Mike?" Quinn did a double take as she took in his friendly grin and tall figure standing in the doorway. Her voice went high unintentionally from surprise as her eyes widened at the same time as his cheeky grin.

"What are you doing here?" she breathed out softly, mentally kicking herself for not making an effort and putting on something more presentable than a duvet.

"It's a bit awkward really." He shuffled uncomfortably on his feet as he scanned Quinn's confused expression as she held the door further open and gestured for him to venture inside.

She shut the door and walked over to the sofa, Mike following close behind as she discarded the duvet and neatened a couple of pillows before taking a seat and peering at him nervously through delicate eyelashes.

It was weird seeing him here in Rachel's apartment. They'd only seen each other at Aliona's since they'd left Lima and it hadn't been awkward, but more remorseful. That had soon been turned around though when Bridget began signing the club began rocking with crazy beats and overwhelming amounts of alcohol.

"Is something wrong with the annulment settlement? Or the house?" she inquired calmly, not letting the list of things that could have gone wrong get to her. Mike's continuing nervousness unsettled her a little though as he shook his head and ran his hands through his neat hair.

"No, it's not that Quinn. Everything's fine on that front." He assured, pacing a little. Quinn sighed deeply in relief, but frowned at Mike's nervous composure.

"Mike, you're scaring me a little. Is everything okay?" she pressed gently, leaning forward a little to listen to his naturally soft voice. Completely different to Rachel! The blonde stifled a laugh, hearing Bridget and Santanna's voices in her head, composing herself just in time to meet Mike's worried eyes.

"Come on, you can tell me Mike. You've known me long enough remember?" She chuckled nervously, unsure whether to approach him or not. She decided not to as he carried on pacing. Tina! Maybe something was wrong with her? "Is Tina okay?" she pressed further, his silence continuing.

"Look Quinn I love you, you know that right?" He asked, taking her completely by surprise.

"Yeah." She frowned, her eyes questioning, asking him to explain further.

"I'd never judge you Quinn, but some people well….they will and you know that don't you?"

"Off course I do." She nodded, her head bowed as she realised he must have been talking about her relationship with Bridget.

"Then I need to tell you something important." His voice shook a little as he stopped in front of her, finally standing square and looking her straight in the eyes. His eyes shone with something she couldn't quite pinpoint. It wasn't nervousness anymore, nor was he anxious. They glimmered slightly as he took in her adorable figure, curled in covers and pillows.

"Go on." She pushed, curiosity overtaking her mixed with nerves. She pulled a pillow onto her lap and layed her hands on it, fiddling with her necklace in one hand.

"Your mail got delivered to me by accident. Tina thought it was hers so didn't bother to check, but it belongs to you." He handed her an envelope, with was slightly crumbled and branded with a logo she recognised.

"Ohh god. Am i?" She whispered, panicking inside as she took in Mike's serious stature and understanding smile.

All he did was nod in response, but that was enough. She knew.

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"San do you have to go to the club tonight?" Brittany pouted, clinging to the Latina's waist as she attempted to get dressed in the mirror. Santanna laughed and turned around to a face Brittany, discarding the top she'd been trying to put on onto the floor and wrapping her arms around the girl's neck.

"First off all, yes I do and second of all, so do you." She smirked; punctuating each word with a light kiss to the blonde's pouting lips.

"Can I really work with you?" Brittany beamed her face lighting up in hope. Santanna loved nothing more than seeing that massive smile grace Brittany's perfectly angelic face as she pulled the girl closer, smiling herself.

"Off course. Bridget's boss tonight." Santanna grinned devilishly, making Brittany giggle as she turned back to the mirror. Whenever Bridget was boss the bar was on fire. Literally.

"Will you let me hold your hand?" Brittany asked timidly, placing a kiss to Santanna's shoulder and up towards her neck. Santanna's favourite place to be kissed.

"Hmm, like you ever have to ask Britt." Santanna moaned, leaning into Brittany's taller frame, letting the blonde support her as she reached back and placed her hand on Brittany's neck.

The blonde pulled Santanna's hair, highlighting more of her lean neck as she bit down gently, teasing with every stroke of her tongue over the slightly swollen bite. Santanna leant back further, groaning as her body ground against Brittany's, tormenting her .

Brittany's free hand fell to the waist band of the Latina's gym shorts, testing Santanna's want as they teased the smaller girl. Her tongue flicked Santanna's ear earning a hot moan, whilst her hand hovered above the waistband, threatening to dip lower.

"Say what you want." Brittany growled, biting down once more on Santanna's tanned skin before licking and tormenting her collarbone, earning more gasps as her hand dipped slightly lower.

"Fuck me." Santanna growled equally, pushing herself further into Brittany and gaining a whimper in response.

"My pleasure." Brittany grinned, spinning the Latina round and pushing her up against the closet wall. Hungry with need and want as she watched Santanna slip her short's down her toned legs.

"Come and get it." Santanna smirked, sexily gesturing for Brittany to come closer.

"Oh I plan to."