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Soft rays of sunlight came in through the large French windows of the master bedroom, casting a soft pink glow from behind the curtains. It was Saturday, and finally after weeks of nonstop working, Rachel had managed to take a day off. It was strange not having Puck and Beth here in the mornings to wake up to but she couldn't lie, it was pretty damn good to be able to wake up to Quinn in the mornings and not have anyone else to cater to other than their son.

Breathing in the scent of freshly washed sheets, Rachel smiled to herself, sinking in lower to the bed and letting herself take in the moment. It was so nice to be able to wake up beside her wife and not have anything to do, nowhere to be. The clock on her bedside table showed 7:45am, far too early to wake up.

The sunlight became brighter, rays bathing their bed in a soft glow. Squeezing her eyes shut against the light, she reached over, patting Quinn's head affectionately.

'Quinn…' she grumbled, 'Quinn, baby, close the curtains.'

Quinn groaned, turning away from Rachel and facing the wall, pulling up the blankets to cover her bareback. Her blonde locks falling over her face, shielding her from the light that came in.

'Baby,' Rachel whined softly, feeling her eyes water with each attempt to open them, the sun's rays now hitting her face directly. 'Baby, I'm going to go blind!' she cried, pulling up the down comforter to cover her face.

Quinn remained asleep, her back rising and falling with every breath she took, obviously ignoring her wife's protests. Rachel sighed exasperated, throwing her blankets back and sitting up, eyes full of sleep and glazed over with tears, making it hard for her to see. Sliding her legs over the side of their large king sized bed, she sat for a moment, moaning softly as herself, head hung and sleep overcoming her again, calling her back to bed.

Guess staying up all night making love to your wife does have it's repercussions, she thought.

Taking a deep breath, she ran her hands over her face in an attempt to wake herself up, reaching towards the end of the bed where her robe lay. Sliding into it, she stood up, eyes half open, and stumbled towards their large windows, pulling each curtain closed, effectively shielding away the light that illuminated the room seconds before. Smiling to herself, careful not to awaken Quinn she stepped into the hallway, figuring she might as well have some coffee before getting back into bed.

Closing the door behind her, she walked past the stairs, making a short detour to check on James. Placing a hand on the knob, she placed the other hand on the door, gently pushing it open without making much noise to awaken her sleeping son. His room was dark, the only light coming from his turtle night-light on his dresser. Tiptoeing towards the bed, she pulled back the blankets slowly, fully expecting to find James curled up and fast asleep.

She found an empty bed instead.

She threw the rest of the blankets back, looking around the room in confusion.

Where the hell was he?

Walking towards the windows, she pulled back the curtains, the sunlight illuminating the bedroom; illumining everything but James's sleeping form.

Half asleep and confused, Rachel stepped out of the room and down the stairs, hoping to find him in the living room. The entire downstairs was silent, the only sound coming from their automatic coffee makers in the kitchen. Taking a quick round through the living room and kitchen, her heart began to race. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves she walked back upstairs, checking their home office, guest bedrooms and bathrooms and finding them empty.

Her mind immediately jumped to horrific conclusions. Someone must have come in and kidnapped him while they slept. He could be out of the state by now! Eyes suddenly filling with tears she ran into their bedroom, walking towards Quinn's side of the bed and shaking her shoulders roughly.

'Quinn!' she cried, 'Quinn! James is gone!'

Quinn rolled over, eyes wide and confused.

'What?' she asked, brushing her hair away from her face.

'James!' Rachel cried, tears now threatening to fall from the corner of her eyes. 'He's been kidnapped!'

Quinn smiled, biting her lip to keep from smiling. 'Baby, get back in bed. James isn't kidnapped. That's impossible. He is probably up and playing in his play room.'

'He isn't there!' Rachel cried again, pulling back the blankets and exposing her naked wife. 'Get up and help me look!' Taking another calming breath she pulled her robe tighter around herself, 'Hurry up!'

Quinn shook her head and sat up, lifting her sweats and t-shirt from the floor and pulled them on, squinting in the direction of her dresser in search for her glasses. 'Rachel, you need to relax. This isn't the first time he's woken up early and fell asleep while playing. C'mon, he probably fell asleep, that's all. Go check the play room again, I bet he's fast asleep in some corner with his stuffed animals.'

Rachel shook her head, refusing to be calm about this until her son was in her arms again. Instead, she ran down the hall again, calling for James and turning on the lights in every room, her breathing erratic. Quinn laughed to herself, walking towards the bed to fix the blankets. James had a habit of waking up at ungodly early hours of the morning, going into his playroom or living room and playing until he was too exhausted to continue and would fall asleep on the floor.

Pulling back their comforter, she gasped at the sight before her. James lay in the middle of their bed, fast asleep, clad in only his underwear, hair wild and sprawled across their mattress.

'When did you get in here, little boy?' Quinn whispered to herself, pulling the blankets back up and tucking them up to his chin, leaning down to place a tender kiss on his forehead before laughing and going to find Rachel.

'Rachel!'

'He's not there!' Rachel cried, walking out of the playroom, tears running down her face. 'He's gone! We need to call the police!'

Walking towards Quinn, she wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck, crying softly into the crook of her neck.

'Rach,' Quinn laughed softly, kissing her head and rubbing a hand over her back in attempt to soothe her. 'Rach, baby, he's in our bed. He must have snuck in before the sun came up.'

'W...what?' Rachel asked, voice thick and confused. Quinn giggled at her expression, 'I pulled back the blankets and there he was, who knows how long he'd been sleeping with us.'

'Quinn! We were naked!' Rachel screeched suddenly, in a nervous panic. 'What if he saw us?'

Quinn brushed her hair back, placing kisses along her temple. 'It's nothing he hasn't seen before, Rachel. Plus, we weren't completely naked. We just didn't have any shirts on.'

Rachel huffed and crossed her arms across chest, marching into their bedroom crawled into the bed with James. Quinn followed her, closing their door behind her and closing the curtains once again.

Climbing into the bed, Quinn slid below the blankets, wrapping an arm around James and pulling him to her chest. She placed kisses along face, whispering into his ear.

'Me sleep, Mama' he mumbled, turning into Quinn and hiding his face in her chest.

Rachel wrapped her arm around him from behind, kissing his neck and behind his ear.

'Wake up, Bubba' Rachel whispered to him, laughing when he gave a small grunt and turned deeper into Quinn's chest.

'Nooo'

Rachel giggled, tickling his tummy. 'Bubba, why were you in your mommas' bed this morning?'

'Because.'

Quinn giggled, pulling him tighter to her and kissing his cheeks.

'Because why, Jay Bird?'

'I was cold and missed you.' He told them, rolling onto his back and opening one eye to peak at his mothers, shutting it immediately when he realized both were gazing down on him.

'Oh! Look, Rachel, he fell asleep again. Oh man, we should probably take him back to his bed. He probably wants to be comfortable and have his own space.'

'I agree,' Rachel said, sitting up and pretending to push back the blankets to lift him off the bed, 'I was hoping we could all have a sleepover on our bed for a couple more hours but he is just so tired, he probably doesn't even want to.'

James's little body shook as he tried to hold in his giggles.

'Alright, well, let's take him back.'

Rachel was about to lift him off the bed when he opened his eyes, a loud giggle erupting from his lips. 'I'm awake, mommas! I'm awake! I want to sleep here!'

'He's awake!' the women cheered.

It wasn't long before both women situated them selves back beneath the covers, their small son cradled between them as they closed their eyes, ready to sleep for a couple hours more.

Quinn, Rachel, Brittany and Santana walked out of Kurt's apartment, arms full of bags and magazines, giggling. Taking advantage of a day without James, the four women had met with Kurt for a late lunch, reviewing fabrics and decorations for Brittany and Santana's upcoming wedding.

Jesse had called around noon, surprising both Quinn and Rachel and invited James to a Broadway workshop for children that he was leading for most of the afternoon.

'I hardly see the boy, Quinnie. You can't deny his talent. He has talent running through his veins. He needs this. Plus, this will be good for him! He's learning from me after all. That in itself is a treasure beyond anything else. I really should be charging you for this, honestly. But since we're basically family I can do you a favor and wave the fees.'

Considering he only saw James a couples times a year and still felt some ownership for his artistic and charming personality, he urged both women to allow him to come. After conceding, Quinn and Rachel dropped him off at his apartment, Jesse assuring both women James would be in great hands and would be home no later than 10 with guaranteed dreams of Broadway and show business.

After dropped him off, they drove to Brooklyn to pick up Santana and Brittany and met Kurt at a posh café in the Upper East Side.

'Do you think he's going to be mad we decided to go with a different color scheme?' Brittany asked suddenly, brows furrowed in worry.

Quinn squeezed her arm softly, giving her a soft smile. 'This is your wedding, Britt. You have every right to have it be exactly how you want.'

Rachel nodded along, placing a quick kiss on Quinn's cheek. 'Quinn's right. This is your special day! Go crazy!' she laughed, walking through the apartment building's lobby entrance and onto the sidewalk outside.

'Not too crazy, Britt. I don't know how I feel about wild animals in our wedding party.' Santana said, winking at Brittany.

Brittany laughed, turning to Santana and pouting softly. 'But I really wanted to make my grand entrance on polar bear.'

'I don't think that's possible Britt.' Quinn said carefully, unable to decipher whether or not she was kidding.

Santana smiled warmly at Brittany, her eyes glazing over like they always did when she was lost in a Brittany-love-induced trance.

'You can have whatever you want, Britt.'

'What ever you want, Britt' Rachel echoed, eyes bright and teasing.

Quinn giggled at the exchanged, turning to Rachel and nodding.

'Okay, well we're off!' Rachel announced, leaning over to hug Brittany. 'It's my day off and I intend to spend it with my beautiful lady.'

Santana gagged, pretending to dry heave and patted Rachel's arm awkwardly when she leaned over to hug her as well. 'Yeah, yeah, go home and scissor already!'

Quinn's cheeks flushed a soft pink as she wrapped her arms around Rachel's waist from behind, kissing the delicate skin behind her ear. 'That doesn't like a bad idea…'

'Quinn!' Rachel cried, horrified and embarrassed. Saying a quick goodbye to both women, they made their way into Quinn's Lexus, tossing the many bags in the backseat.

Letting the engine run for a bit, Quinn turned to Rachel, smiling softly. 'Where to, Mrs.?'

'To the stars.' Rachel replied, winking at Quinn before connecting her iPod, putting the music full blast.

Lana Del Rey's voice filled the car, a personal favorite of Rachel's after her time in NYADA.

'Since we don't have James…' Quinn said, drumming her fingers against the steering wheel. 'How about we get something to eat, rent a movie and make the most of the evening until he gets dropped off?

'I think that sounds like a fantastic idea.' Rachel grinned, leaning over to kiss Quinn's delectable lips before sitting back, singing along to her iPod.

'I'll just have a water, thank you.'

'I'll have the same, with lemon please.'

The waiter nodded, walking back towards the restaurant's kitchen to get their drinks.

'This is really a beautiful place,' Quinn said, looking around the restaurant and it's ceiling, where blood red lanterns hung, casting patterns on the walls. 'I'm surprised we haven't come here before.'

The restaurant appeared to resemble a large loft, walls covered in dark reds and black where photographs from all the metropolitan cities hung. Soft music could be heard through the speakers from the ceiling, creating a relaxing and sensual environment.

Tables lined the walls and large circular booths lined the middle of the restaurant where people where chatting and laughing loudly with one another.

Rachel smirked, reaching over to take Quinn's hand in her own, rubbing her thumb absently across the smooth skin. 'My beautiful wife deserves to be taken to a beautiful place.' She said, with a cheeky grin.

'Oh, is that so?' Quinn said, raising a brow. 'I thought I was taking you to dinner. As I recall, this was my idea.'

Rachel scuffed, waving her hand in the air. 'Same difference.'

'That's an oxymoron, actually. And makes no sense.'

'You know what I mean.'

'Do I?' Quinn asked, amused at her wife's antics.

'Quinn! Stop it. You know I hate it when you correct me.'

Quinn chuckled, leaning her head to the side as she took in her wife's appearance.

'But you love it when I correct you.'

Rachel rolled her eyes, fighting the smile on her lips. 'So you think.'

'You look beautiful.' Quinn told her. 'That dress looks stunning on you.'

'Not as beautiful as you.'

'I mean it Rachel. We might have to rush this dinner and get home. I can't wait to take you into our room and rip off your clothes, kissing ever single part of your naked…'

'Here are your two waters.' The water said, appearing out of nowhere and clearing his throat, leaning over Quinn's shoulder to place both glasses on the table.

Quinn looked down at her lap, mumbling a thank you, biting her lip to keep a laugh from erupting from her throat, her face growing hot as she felt Rachel's gaze switch from her to the waiter.

Had he heard her?

'Yes, thank you. I think we're ready to order, aren't we Quinn?'

Quinn nodded silently, opening her menu and turning to the waiter.

'I'll have the spicy lemongrass chicken soup.' She said, closing her menu and handing it to the waiter, not willing to meet his gaze.

'I'll have the vegetarian spring rolls and a side of brown rice.' Said Rachel, handing her menu over to the waiter, clearing her throat and smiling brightly at him. 'Thank you.'

The waiter nodded, taking down their orders before turning back to Rachel, standing awkwardly along side their table.

'I'm sorry if this is forward of me but…. are you Rachel Berry?'

Rachel's eyes brightened immediately, her smile growing wider as she sat up straighter, extending her hand.

'Rachel Berry-Fabray. And yes, I am.'

Quinn rolled her eyes, leaning back into her chair with an annoyed sigh, counting softly. 'One…two…'

' .Gawd!' he cried, tearing a chair from the table beside them and brining it to theirs, sitting down and taking Rachel's hand in her own. 'I'm your biggest fan!'

'And there he goes…' Quinn whispered to herself, lips puckered, reaching for her water and spinning the straw absently in circles.

Leaning forward, Rachel placed her other hand above his, smiling.

'You don't know how many times I've seen your latest show. It's just…beyond!' he told her, tossing his head back and bringing the back of his hand to rest on his forehead, feigning disbelief.

Rachel giggled, shrugging slowly. 'It really is great, isn't it? Did you catch us last weekend? I really think that was some of the crew's best work.'

'Are you kidding? I was front row!' He laughed, taking a quick glance at Quinn and releasing Rachel's hand, 'I'm so sorry I intruded like this. I swore I would be really calm and collected when I met you for the first time. I've gone to so many of your events and I can't believe of all places I'd meet you here, at work! It's just…' He opened his mouth, searching his brain for accurate words to depict this moment and finding none, 'It's just that you're so fabulous. You're the reason why I decided to fly out to New York after high school and take up acting. I aspire to be you.'

He turned to Quinn again, 'You are so lucky. I'm like, so jealous of you. You don't even know.'

Rachel smiled, obviously loving the waiter's outpour of devotion. 'That's so sweet of you!' she told him, 'What's your name? Would you like a picture? Make this a memory to remember?' she asked sweetly.

'Michael. My name is Michael.' He stuttered, 'And a picture? Really? You don't mind?'

'Of course not!' Rachel cried, standing up and wrapping an arm around his waist, trying to get in the frame as he held up his iPhone.

'Actually…' Bringing the phone down, he look towards Quinn. 'Would you mind taking the picture for me?'

Quinn eyed him carefully; not trusting herself to speak against the look Rachel was giving her under Michael's gaze.

'BE NICE.' She mouthed.

'Sure, why not.'

Snapping the picture quickly, she handing him his phone, by this point getting the attention of other restaurant goers around him.

'That's Rachel Berry!' she could hear some whispering, feeling their gaze on the back of her head.

'Our dinner…' Quinn said suddenly as she took a seat again, glancing at him innocently. 'I don't mean to be rude but we're both pretty hungry.'

Michel drew the chair back to its respective table immediately, wiping his hands on his pants and holding their orders to his chest.

'Of course, I apologize.' He told them, his eyes wild and his facial expression disbelieving, placing the phone back into his pocket.

'Thank you so much for this.' He told Rachel, still unable to believe what was happening.

He just met Rachel-freaking-Berry.

'I'll be right out. I mean…your dinner. Your dinner will be right out. Is there anything else I can get you? Wine? Beer?'

'Our dinner would be great, thanks.' Said Quinn, raising an eyebrow at him, taking on the role of the ice queen once again.

He hurried off towards the kitchen after that, stopping to whisper something to the young girl at the front desk, causing her to turn to their table with wide eyes

'Three seconds; that must be a new record.' Quinn told Rachel, her jealous evident as she unrolled her napkin, placing it on her lap.

'He was so sweet, wasn't he? It's been a while since someone has come up to me like that.'

'Oh, just absolutely lovely.'

Stepping into the house, Rachel flicked on the light switch, the entire living room illuminating in a soft rose hue. She kicked off her shoes, tossing them in the corner before walking back into the garage to help Quinn unload their shopping bags from earlier in the day. Their dinner had been a success following a few other interruptions from fans excited to finally catch a glimpse of the Broadway star.

'Has Jesse called yet?' Quinn asked, reaching for the last bag and closing the car door.

'Not yet, he said he would be dropping him off around 10. It's only 9:30' Rachel said, leaning against the doorframe between the kitchen and the garage, scrolling through her phone.

Quinn nodded, depositing the bags in the living room before taking a seat on the couch, kicking off her shoes as Rachel had moments before.

'Is it sad that I'm already exhausted? I could sleep for days.'

Rachel laughed, taking a seat beside Quinn, resting her head on her shoulder.

'Absolutely not, taking care of a little boy 24/7 is a heavy job.' She told her, opening her twitter app and scrolling through her latest tweets.

Quinn reached over for the remote control, turning the television on to a random channel as she attempted to make her self more comfortable.

Settling for a show on Bravo, she cuddled closer to Rachel, settling the blanket over them both as they waited for their son.