Quinn woke up before Rachel the next morning. After Rachel had fallen asleep the night before the blonde gathered a few blankets and laid them over Rachel so she wouldn't get cold. And to keep Brittany and Santana from seeing anything they were not supposed to.

The blonde lay on her side propping her head up with her hand and watched Rachel sleep. It felt a little creepy but she couldn't take her eyes off the girl. She was so beautiful.

Quinn expected the diva to at least snore, but she laid there almost silent. Her chest slowly rising and falling as she slept next to the blonde.

A small smile spread across the blonde's face as she looked down at her sleeping mate. She had gotten so lucky. Hours ago she felt like the world was falling apart around her because of Rachel. But she couldn't have been more wrong. Rachel would be what saved her.

The brunette wrinkled her nose before her eyes fluttered open and took in her surroundings. Quinn could tell she was not expecting to wake up in this room. "We're still at Brittany's house."

"Right. I'm still expecting to see my room in New York when I wake up." Rachel chuckled rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"What was your room like?" Quinn wrapped her arm around Rachel's waist and pulled her closer to her body.

"It was very pink. Homey. My window looked out into the heart of the city. It was beautiful." Rachel whispered, "I miss it."

"I'm sure you'll be able to go back someday." The blonde assured the girl.

"I hope so." Rachel shifted to face Quinn. She moved her free hand to rest on Quinn's side and drew small circles on the girl's skin with her fingers, "So-about last night…"

"What about it?" Quinn hummed.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. I don't regret it." Quinn said confidently, "I somehow feel much more at peace. Happy even."

"I feel the same way. But there are things we have to go over." Rachel sat up and looked down at Quinn, "First, I know we have already imprinted-"

"Wait how do you know that?" Quinn interrupted.

"You can't feel it?"

"What is is supposed to feel like?"

"Like every part of your soul is intertwined with mine. It's supposed to feel like if you left me right now I'd always be with you, right here." Rachel moved her hand over Quinn's heart, "And here," and then to the blonde's temple. "Like we are one with each other."

The blonde looked up at the diva with a puzzled look, "Okay. I can tell because your mark isn't skin tone anymore. It's white. That's what happens when it burns into your skin. Second, I heard your voice in my head yesterday."

"What?"

"Yes, it's rare, but a mind link can form early in an imprint. Especially if it's fast. All the chemicals and hormones can do remarkable things when moved at a fast rate." Rachel explained.

"So you can hear what I'm thinking."

"If you want me to."

"What am I thinking?" Quinn closed her eyes and focused on her thought.

"You want bacon." Rachel mumbled.

"What?! What about now?"

"That's inappropriate."

Quinn bit her lip and grinned, "But it's true."

Rachel tousled the blonde's hair and smiled down at her, "We should probably get up before you make it true."

"I don't have a problem with it."

"Well I do. Now let's get up. I'm hungry." Rachel slid off the couch and walked toward the kitchen.

"What are you going to eat?" Quinn asked.

"Some fruit if I can find some. Or we can take a quick trip to the store. I can make vegan pancakes." Rachel looked in the fridge and found a few apples and pears in the fridge, but most of Brittany's food was for meat eaters.

The brunette walked back to the living room and smiled at Quinn, "Looks like we're going shopping."

….

The girl's didn't get very far once they got to Rachel's car. Between the turn on of sitting in an insanely nice car and just sitting next to Rachel Quinn could barely control herself.

The entire ride to the store Quinn had to touch her mate. First she settled with holding Rachel's hand. Then her hand slid to the girl's thigh. Then between her legs, but the brunette promptly swatted the blonde's hand away. "Quinn I am driving." Rachel chuckled. "At least wait until we get to the parking lot."

"I can't." Quinn groaned, "I want to touch you now."

"I've created a monster." Rachel teased.

Quinn smiled at Rachel but pulled her hand away, "Fine. I'll wait."

…

After Quinn waited so patiently, the girls spent far too long in the car before finally entering the store.

Rachel quickly gathered the supplies she needed to make breakfast and the two girls drove back to Brittany's house.

Rachel attempted to teach Quinn how to make vegan pancakes but the blonde was not interested. "How do you bake without dairy?"

"It's imitation dairy." Rachel explained.

"Doesn't it taste different?" Quinn quirked an eyebrow.

"Probably. I don't remember." Rachel shrugged and spooned a large circle of batter into the skillet.

"I'll try it. But I make no promises." Quinn said.

"As long as you try, I'll be happy." Rachel said plopping the first pancake onto a plate for Quinn.

…

After breakfast Santana and Brittany finally dragged their feet downstairs and cuddled on the couch to watch a movie as they nursed their hangovers with bacon.

Quinn and Rachel sat on the opposite end of the couch cuddled up in a blanket.

"You too are extra cozy today." Santana said, "Did you guys have fun last night."

"Yeah." Quinn said.

"What did you do?" Santana asked.

"Just talked. Went to bed. Nothing toe exciting." Quinn shrugged.

"I don't believe you. You're acting different." Santana looked between the two girls squinting her eyes, "You guys totally boned last night."

"What?! Santana! Stop!" Quinn felt her cheeks heat up, and the blonde pulled the blanket up to her chin.

"Why are you such a prude, Quinn? There's nothing wrong with enjoying your mate." Santana said.

"She's sitting right here, Santana! Don't talk about her like she's a piece of meat."

"I'm just saying… if you guys did it. It's totally fine. I'm happy for you guys."

"Thank you Santana, we did in fact have sex last night." Rachel admitted.

"Rachel!" Quinn glared at her mate, "We don't have to tell them these things."

"Why not? They are your best friends, they should know if we do certain activities in their house." Rachel said.

"Oh my god." Quinn covered her face and sunk into the couch.

…

After Quinn had enough teasing from Santana the blonde decided that it was time to leave Brittany's house. Rachel accompanied her. They went to Rachel's house to hang out for a while longer before Quinn finally went home.

"This is your house?" Quinn asked gaping up at the building.

"Yes."

"It's like five of my houses." Quinn couldn't take her eyes off the house.

"It's not just a house. It's also a business center, clinic, and school. I just happen to live here." Rachel said, "You'll get used to it."

"I don't think I will."

"Just come inside. We have a lot to discuss." Rachel took Quinn's led her inside the house.

…

Rachel showed the blonde around practically having to drag her through each room before the girl's finally made their way to the diva's bedroom.

"Your room is the size the entire ground floor of my house." Quinn gaped.

"It is not. It is large though. I am aware." Rachel said.

"How rich are you?" Quinn asked.

"Very."

"So you never have to worry about money?"

"No."

"Wow."

"Quinn, I don't typically bring people here. It can be-overwhelming. I need to know that you can handle this kind of lifestyle." Rachel sat on her bed and pushed a piece of hair behind her ear, "I don't want this to go to your head."

"No! No. It's not like that. I've just never seen anything like this before. My family is one of the most wealthy in Lima. I wish Frannie could see this. She would just die."

"Who is Frannie?" Rachel asked.

"My older sister. I hate her." Quinn turned her attention back to Rachel and faltered, "Is everything okay?"

"Do you think we are moving too fast?" Rachel asked.

"I don't know." Quinn answered, "I don't know how this is supposed to work. You would know better than me."

"It's just that, we don't even know each other. We just met two days ago. And now we have already imprinted. That's not reversible. And I know that an imprint is a very strong bond, but I just don't want to mess this up. I don't know anything about you. But I do know myself. And I know that I'm hard to handle. I know that I ask for a lot, and I'm demanding, and I want everything too much. I know that maybe you just have to be with me. Maybe you're just stuck with me." Rachel bit her lip and looked down at her hands.

Quinn sat next to Rachel and took one of the brunette's hands, "Rachel, if you're worried that I'm going to stop caring about you, that's not going to happen. I know I was cold at first, but I'm not heartless."

"I know." Rachel squeezed the blonde's hand and looked up at Quinn, "I know you're not. It's just hard to believe that anyone would ever like me when I have all of these material things to distract them. Especially since, I'm me. And you don't know me."

"You're right. I don't know you. And I don't know who or what made you feel like this. But I do know that what I have seen. I've only known you for two days, but you have showed me that you are patient, and kind, and giving, and a beautiful person. Maybe we should slow down."

"I think that would be wise."

"Okay. We can get to know each other. Just talk. Hang out." Quinn said.

"I'd like that. But before we do that, we do have some important things to discuss." Rachel turned to face Quinn fully, "First, we may have imprinted but we are by no means dating. I fully expect a proper courtship. That includes you asking me to be your girlfriend. Second, what are you going to do about Finn?"

"Oh yeah…" Quinn forgot about her boyfriend, "Did I just cheat on him?"

"I'm afraid so."

"That really sucks. He's such a nice guy. I don't want to hurt him. But I need to tell him. Should we tell him together? Probably not." Quinn reasoned with herself, "Okay, Santana and Brittany think that I should keep pretending to date him. Like a beard kind of thing. How do you feel about that?" Quinn asked.

"I think if that keeps you safe it's a good idea." Rachel answered.

"Okay. Well maybe we should tell him together then. We could make a deal I guess. I'm sure this could benefit him somehow." Quinn thought out loud.

"Okay. We can deal with that Monday then. I just wanted to bring that to your attention. For now I'd really like to focus on getting to know you."

"What would you like to know?"

"Everything."

"I don't even know where to start." Quinn chuckled to herself.

"Just tell me about your life. What have you done? Where have you been? What do you want?"

"Well when I was seven I realized that my parents loved my sister more than they love me. And from that day on I made it my mission to out do her. But I've never been able to. My entire life has been about gaining my father's approval. But I've never succeeded.

I was a chubby child, so I joined a few sports to lose some weight. I grew out my hair and started wearing dresses. When I was fifteen, he allowed me to get a nose job. I started going by Quinn instead of Lucy, which is my first name.

I became popular, and it changed me. I went from being the girl who was bullied to being the girl everyone wanted to be. I made sure that I became captain of the Cheerios as soon as I was a sophomore. And finally my father began to accept me as his daughter.

Which is why being gay is so horrible. I just gained his approval and now it's about to be ripped away all over again."

"I'm so sorry, Quinn." Rachel empathized with the blonde, "If I could change any of this I would."

"No. I think I'm starting to realize that I don't need him. He's just a grump old man who wants everyone to be what he wants them to be. And for me to try to fit in his box. It's stupid. But I want to so badly."

"Is that all you want?" Rachel asked.

"No. I'm not sure what I want in the future. I love reading. It has been my escape for so long. I've read so many books I can barely count them all. I've thought about being an editor. Being surrounded by books forever.

But I also play piano. I love to play. My father bought me a grand piano for my thirteenth birthday. He loves to show me off to his friends. And I love to play for them. But he never lets me play what I really want to. It's always mediocre songs like moonlight sonata or Für Elise."

"You would be amazing at either of those things! You could do both if you really wanted to." Rachel said excitedly, "I'd love to hear you play."

"One day. Maybe."

"Are you shy?" Rachel asked.

"No. I don't like to show people that side of me. I'm afraid that they'll make fun of me again." Quinn mumbled.

"People are attracted to talent, you know."

Quinn smiled at her mate and leaned towards her, "You know what I'm attracted to?"

"What?"

"You." Quinn kissed Rachel on the lips before climbing in her lap.