short chapter...working up to it...finally decided where this is going for a while..fun times..am i a bad writer for being that free? anyways...more reviews would be aoaaawwwwsoooommme! love you all xx

Quinn awoke silently; it was dark in the living room due to the only light being the TV. Confused she turned and switched the light on, jumping out of her skin when she realized she was not alone. Rachel was laying with her head on Quinn's chest, breathing softly in sleep. The blonde couldn't help but weave her hands into her hair, even though she knew it would stir the sleeping beauty.

"Quinn…"

"Ssh." Quinn soothed the back Rachel's neck as she moved up to look at her.

"What time is it?" the brunette breathed and Quinn shrugged.

"Ten-thirty."

Rachel rolled her eyes.

"We fell asleep?"

"You did. I didn't."

"Why not?"

Quinn reached out with the other hand and soothed the skin on the side of Rachel's face.

"I just wanted to look at you."

Rachel blushed and moved upward, meeting Quinn with a kiss.

Quinn knew now that, even though that period of self-hatred had now paid off, there was no way she could have denied it. The way the soft lips made her knees weak, the deep brown eyes made her heart palpitate, the way the whole package and persona of Rachel made her blood sear through her veins and to that sensitive place where her mind had been most nights for the past few months.

"You're such a romantic."

Quinn grinned as Rachel kissed up her neck, nibbling at the tender skin behind her ear. The blonde couldn't help herself as she bit her lip, winding her hands and legs around Rachel, bringing her closer, feeling her body heat.

"And you're such a tease." Quinn mused as Rachel pulled back and grinned, leaning back away from her. Quinn decided she wasn't letting the brown haired girl be so withheld tonight, not after the constant craving she had been covering up for the past few months. She pushed Rachel roughly back onto the sofa's cushions, crushing their lips together.

It got even more heated after that, Rachel's cold hands reaching up the back of Quinn's shirt, fumbling with the catch as Quinn kissed her throat and pulled them increasingly closer and closer together. If it weren't for their fast breath and frequent groans, the house would be silent. Until the handle of the door to the living room turned.

"Quinn…" a heartbroken whisper that could have ricocheted around the house.

Quinn and Rachel looked up, there, the blonde older double of Quinn, her mother stood, shocked as though she was watching a horror movie.

"Mom." Was all Quinn could utter before the blonde woman shook her head and blasted out of the door.

Quinn and Rachel fell over each other, dressing each other again, racing to see if the other woman was okay.

When they finally got up the stairs Quinn's mother was in her room, a suitcase on the bed, clothes already piled inside messily, the woman was just staring at an old picture of Quinn arm and arm with Finn.

"Mom?" Quinn inquired as she entered the room, Rachel standing behind her.

The blonde woman turned, putting the photo back on the table.

"Get out."

Neither of the younger girls could say anything.

"Now."

The silence hung like a huge axe over Quinn's head. She had not registered that the string had now been cut.

"WH-What?"

"Out. Get out of my house. Both of you."

Rachel stepped forward.

"Ms Fabray…with all due respect…don't you think it would be better if we talked about…"

"OUT!" the woman screamed at them, throwing the suitcase at Quinn's feet.

"Fifteen minutes. To pack. Then, out."

Quinn shook her head.

"So you're throwing me out…again? So is it every time you discover something you don't like…you shut it out? You throw your own daughter out? Because she's finally happy after her parents ruined her the first time over?"

Quinn's anger was monumental…why…why was it her mother couldn't realize that throwing things out of her life didn't make any difference, it just made it emptier?

"You are a disappointment to this family…when your father hears…"

"When was the last time you spoke to him huh? Wait, you haven't, since you left him for kicking me out before. Good job mom…seems like you've managed to hold this family together really well!"

Suddenly a hand flew across Quinn's face, the sound punctuating a sob from Ms Fabray.

"You are not part of this family."

Quinn held her hand to her face, tears springing in her eyes once more.

"Then there is no family left for you."

Quinn took the suitcase from the floor and kicked it back at her.

"There, I won't deny you the satisfaction of burning it."

With that she took Rachel by the hand and dragged her down the stairs, out of the house and into her car.

Quinn's mother had not come to watch them go, she was "probably still crying over that picture of her and Finn", or so Quinn thought.

Rachel looked over as Quinn pulled out of the drive and sped off down the road.

"Where are we going?" Rachel asked tentatively taking Quinn's hand.

"I don't know." She admitted.

Brittany sat staring at the gorgeous naked body that swept across the mattress of her bed. She was so proud of Santana, finally overcoming it all, so glad that she could make the girl she loved see sense. They were together now, not out…but together.

Perfection wouldn't even be the right word for how Britt felt right at that moment, when Santana woke up forlornly checking to see where her blonde was.

"Right here San." Brittany stood from her chair and draped herself on the mattress next to her, their bodies fitting perfectly together.

"I love you." The Latina moaned, pulling her closer and laying her head on her chest.

"I love you more baby."

Kurt's phone buzzed.

"Yes?"

"My boy lollipop, You make my heart go giddy up" Kurt laughed as Sam sang down the phone.

"Where are you?"

"Outside…let me in, open the garage door…pleeaaaasse?" the blonde boy begged and Kurt shrugged.

"Hmm…I don't know, do you have flowers?"

A Pause.

"No, but I could get some."

"That is so not good enough, worst boyfriend ever."

"Say that again."

Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Worst boyfriend ever."

"Ah…but at this moment im your only boyfriend, therefore I am your best boyfriend too."

Kurt rolled his eyes as he opened the garage door.

"True."

"Score!" Sam rolled under the door and stood up beside Kurt, leaning in and kissing him.

"You're an oaf."

"And you're talking too much."

Sam pulled him further into him and kissed him hard and Kurt melted into the bottle blonde.

They had been driving for hours. Quinn had let Rachel take over because she couldn't see or crying. Only thing was, Quinn then had nothing to occupy her mind.

"Quinn."

Rachel's voice was a light shimmer of heat in the cold car, sending Quinn's heart into a happier rhythm.

"Yeah?"

"It's going to be alright you know."

"How?"

Rachel sighed.

"Where are we gonna go?" Quinn added, once again breaking down.

At that Rachel pulled over to the side of the road, turning to look at her.

They stared at each other for a while then Quinn saw something in Rachel's eyes click.

"What?" Quinn frowned and Rachel almost smiled.

"I'm just gonna make a few calls."

"Wait…Rachel!"

She was out of the car.

"Don't leave me, not like everyone else." She added pitifully to herself and collapsed in on herself in the chair, sobbing into her knees.