A/N: I realised that at the rate I'm going at, I'm going to run out of ideas before the three months in this story are up, so I'm gonna tell you all now that this chapter is set three weeks after Rachel and Quinn's first date.

A/N: Even though Rachel's daddy has already met Quinn, her dad still hasn't - so this chapter is set around Quinn and her first encounter with Rachel's dad.

Chapter 10.

The door swung open to reveal a tall man with a full head of sweeping brown hair and a huge beam on his face. Quinn assumed this was Rachel's dad, the one she hadn't met.

'Hello,' The man said, allowing Quinn access into the hallway, 'you must be Quinn. I'm Neil, Rachel's dad.'

He held out his hand and the blonde shook it. 'Nice to meet you, Sir.'

'Oh please,' he said, waving his hand airily and snorting, 'call me Neil. I'm no stranger and I won't bite. Well,' he said with a small wink, 'it depends on what your intentions are with my daughter.'

Quinn laughed and Neil shouted up the stairs, 'Rachie! Quinn's here and me and your daddy are ready too. I know you're the birthday girl and everything but you could at least make an effort to be on time!'

Quinn heard Rachel's soft laughter drift down from her room. 'I'm almost done, dad. I promise!'

The small brunette was true to her word, because five minutes later she was walking carefully, making sure not to trip in her heals, down the stairs. Quinn felt her breath hitch in her throat as Rachel reached the bottom of the stairs, and she had trouble swallowing over the lump in her throat.

'You look beautiful.' Quinn told her in an almost-whisper and out the corner of her eye the blonde saw both of Rachel's fathers smile and look at each other. 'I mean, really beautiful.'

'Always the tone of suprise.' Rachel said with a wink. 'But thank you, so do you.'

Quinn grinned and produced the diva's present from behind her back. 'Happy birthday.' She said softly, handing the gift over to her girlfriend. 'I know you've been wanting it for ages, and well...oh, just open it!'

Rachel giggled but didn't waste time in ripping into the large present. When she finally unwrapped it enough to make out what the present was, the brunette squealed delightedly and tore off the last bits of paper quickly. As the remaining pieces of paper fell to the floor, Rachel held the object in her hands as if it was going to disappear at any moment. She was looking at it with total adoration.

'Oh my God!' She cried, running at Quinn with her arms outstretched. 'It's the one I've wanted for ages!' Quinn didn't time to steady herself before the diva tackled her into a hug, almost bowling her over. The brunette pulled back, but still made sure to keep herself in Quinn's arms, and watery brown eyes met amused hazel ones. 'Thank you so much.' Rachel stood up on her tiptoes to kiss her girlfriend and the cheerleader succumbed to her touch without hesitation.

The two girls pulled apart when Rachel's daddy cleared his throat loudly. 'Um...if you two could refrain from making PDA in front of us, that would be great...'

Rachel giggled and Quinn felt herself blushed. 'Sorry, I just...you know...'

Rachel's daddy raised his eyebrow and her dad said, 'I think maybe you should go back to calling me Sir.'

After the brunette's birthday meal Rachel's (very drunk) fathers made sure the taxi stopped outside of Quinn's house first, so that she didn't have to walk what was, according to them, 'all that way' from one house to the next. The taxi pulled up and all four of them got out, Rachel walked with Quinn to her front door. Rachel's dads started to make their way very slowly and very loudly towards their house.

Quinn chuckled and Rachel shook her head. 'Honestly,' she said, 'it's like I'm the parent sometimes.'

'It's cool,' Quinn replied, 'it's nice that you have parents that can be loose and let off a little steam once in a while, mine never do.'

Rachel smiled apologetically. Gathering Quinn would want to change the subject, as she always did whenever anything too personal came up, the diva said, 'Thank you for the present again. It's amazing, I...I can't believe you'd spend that much money on me.'

'Oh, don't worry about it.' The blonde said, waving her hand dismissively. 'Besides,' she smirked at the Jewish girl, 'it was all worth it just to see that adorable smile across your face.'

Rachel felt her face grow hot as she blushed. She couldn't think of anything to say so, standing up on her tiptoes, she claimed Quinn's mouth with her own. The cheerleader melted into the brunette's touch instantly. Rachel's arms wrapped around Quinn's neck, and the blonde pulled the small girl in by her waist. The kiss deepened. Rachel opened her mouth, allowing Quinn's tongue entrance and soon it was dancing with her own. The two girls, both utterly consumed by the kiss, didn't even hear the drunken wolf-whistles being made by Neil and Simon (who had both given up on trying to find where their house was, and had decided to wait for Rachel so she could guide them back). When Rachel finally pulled away Quinn had the biggest urge to not let her go, but she ignored it. The brunette set herself back down on her tiptoes and smiled up at the blonde.

'I really enjoyed myself tonight.' Quinn murmured.

'Me too.' Rachel replied quietly back. 'Quinn, I-'

The brunette was interrupted by an angry slur from behind them, 'Rachel will you please hurry up? If we don't get in the house soon your daddy will throw up in the flower beds and I will probably end up urinating up a lamppost!'

Rachel sighed and rolled her eyes. 'He always has been extremely talented at ruining tender moments.'

A/N: So I finally got this chapter over and done with, I'm telling you this one was a bitch to write :') So I hope you appreciate it! Rachel's fathers were very fun to write in this chapter and so I hope they amused you all a little. I've said this before and I'm saying it again, you guys are the main reason I'm writing this so if you could take time to review it I would love you even more;)

Thanks for reading!