9:34am –

She woke up and sighed as she ran a lazy hand through her sand colored hair. Her brunette was lying semi on top of her still sleeping – the Minnie Mouse shirt riding up dangerously against her torso as she slept. Quinn still in a state of half consciousness blindly ruffled through her discarded shorts at the foot of the bed, extracting her mini sketchpad and pencil that she always carried around with her and drawing the scene that unfolded before her. After about twenty minutes – she disregarded the tiny sketch as a failure and pushed it aside before drifting back off to sleep.

10:42am –

Quinn was still sleeping the brunette thought as she shrugged awake. Her skin was hot and she looked down noticing that she was smothering Quinn with her small body – that was probably a contributing factor. She groaned before scanning over the room, eyes groggily settling on the blonde's tiny little sketchbook set down between their bodies, a rough sketch of Rachel was drawn there and Rachel stared at herself in graphite form for moments before smiling and flipping the small page and collecting the pencil off of the nightstand. The little diva took a few moments to sketch Quinn on the new page before setting the sketchbook down again and getting up out of the bed so that she could go shower, kissing the blonde lightly against the forehead as she untangled herself.

10:57am –

Quinn opened her groggy eyes and rubbed them as she stretched her muscles out across the bed. Her arm hit something on her pillow and she turned her head to see her sketchbook – as she went to pick it up she noticed that the drawing was different than the one she had done earlier, and when she did a closer inspection she smiled and laughed out loud against Rachel's pillow. There was a stick figure drawing on the paper with a silly half smile and wearing a Cheerio uniform. Her hair consisted of two long lines with curves at the end. The bottom of the paper had a line of cursive writing adorned with a tiny star:

"Morning Gorgeous. Like my art skills? I'd have you wearing that Cheerio outfit all of the time if it were up to me. ;) – Blueberry"

The blonde looked at her surroundings then, realizing that the artist was missing from bed. Quinn got up, scratching her hipbone above her underwear and under Rachel's pajama shirt as she looked around the brunette's room. As she ambled her way off of the bed she finally looked down at the shirt she had put on hastily in the dark the night before, smirking at the huge montage of all of the Disney Princesses - Rachel would have a t-shirt with the princesses on it - Quinn thought comically. She made it to the bedroom door and could hear the shower running in the hall bathroom. Since Rachel and Quinn were the only two occupying the upstairs bedrooms, she wasn't extremely tentative about walking and opening the door while still only half dressed – tousled hair and all.

The brunette didn't hear the door click open as she showered, she was in the middle of a vigorous lather and she sang softly as she scrubbed – a classic shower song if you will. Quinn smirked as she heard the familiar hum of "Part of Your World" from the little mermaid wafting through the dense steam. "Really Rachel?" Quinn thought as she looked down at her shirt again, laughing out lout again as she approached the curtain. Her brunette was such a dork - a sexy, hot, Disney loving, little minx of a dork if Quinn did say so herself.

The blonde poked her head through the curtain at the end of the shower, watching Rachel hum and mumble words to the classic Disney song as she squeezed shampoo into her palm out of the large purple bottle. "Ahem," Quinn coughed and Rachel turned, letting out a small yelp at the unnoticed intrusion.

"Oh my god." Rachel shrieked as her heart palpitated, she began to calm though as soon as she realized who her intruder was, laughing at herself as she re-straightened herself, continuing to pour shampoo in her outstretched palm. Quinn smiled brilliantly as she removed her Disney shirt and underwear quickly before stepping into the warm stream of water behind Rachel, wrapping now wet arms around Rachel's bare body, interlocking them as the warm stream hit tired skin.

"Joining me, baby?" Rachel whispered as she stood under the stream, swaying against the warmth. Quinn nodded from behind, into the crook of her neck before taking the shampoo bottle out of Rachel's hands for herself – scooping it into her palms quickly before applying it to Rachel's hair. Her hands wove and dragged lightly through brown hair and against soft scalp as she lathered.

"I saw your drawing – who knew Rachel Berry had a fetish for Cheerio's uniforms?" Quinn said softly as she lathered brown locks. Rachel smirked, "Not a fetish for Cheerio uniforms per se, but definitely an affinity for watching her girlfriend's skirt ride up and sway as she stalked down the hallway – that outfit is a godsend Fabray – don't think I never noticed."

Quinn laughed as her fingers worked smoothly. She made a mental note to remember that – Rachel Berry had a fetish for a girl in uniform, another point to add to her endless list of advantages. Their talk died down as the brunette's muscles relaxed peacefully into the solid form behind her. Rachel's head tipped back and her eyes closed as Quinn lathered her hair for her – her humming re-started and Quinn laughed again as "Part of Your World" encapsulated them.

"What's so funny?" Rachel interjected curiously, pausing her song. Quinn smiled before answering. "You are. Who sings "Little Mermaid" songs in the shower? You're a dork."

Rachel scoffed wildly, "Quinn Fabray, 'The Little Mermaid' is a classic film from the Disney Renaissance of the late 1980's and early to mid 1990's, and it's a classic piece with a wonderful composition and score by Alan Menken and Howard Ashman. It's my go to shower song…naturally."

Quinn laughed again as she continued to lather and massage the brunette's scalp. "I'm just messing with you blue. I love the old Disney movies. But my favorite was always 'Aladdin' – Princess Jasmine is such a catch." The blonde smirked.

"'Aladdin' Quinn? Really? It's great, with a great score but not the top of my list." Rachel turned around then letting the water cascade through her hair, letting the suds fall and run down her back and into the drain. When she was done she twisted her hair at her neck and faced Quinn grabbing the shower Gel and beginning to run the suds across the blonde's shoulders and upper chest. Quinn thrummed into the sensation, fluttering her eyes as her muscles relaxed.

"Name your top 10 then Berry." Rachel tilted her head in concentration. Quinn smiled at the gesture – it was cute.

"Ok, number one, 'Beauty and the Beast,' that's a masterpiece, no competition. Number two, 'The Little Mermaid,' Ariel is gorgeous. Number three, 'Cinderella.' Then come 'Snow White,' 'Sleeping Beauty,' and 'Aladdin.' Number seven 'Pocahontas,' Number eight 'Mulan' and number nine and ten are both 'Mary Poppins' and 'The Lion King' respectively."

Quinn scrunched her eyebrows as Rachel lathered her abdomen and ribs softly and concentrically. "But those last two aren't princess movies…"

"Obviously, but if we were doing an all encompassing list, Mary Poppins would be at the top – no competition. Julie Andrews deserves her own category." The brunette ushered Quinn around so that Rachel could scrub and massage her back.

"So Beauty and the Beast then? That's your favorite princess movie?" Rachel gave the blonde an eager yes as she massaged dual shoulder blades. "Tell me why."

"Well…it's an iconic love story. Call me a hopeless romantic but the idea of a girl of high intelligence, falling for the very person who she isn't meant to – The Beast. Some psychologists say that the story is a classic case of Stockholm syndrome – of a victim of abuse returning to her abuser. But I honestly look at the story and see love. Love, and most of all forgiveness."

Quinn smiled calmly – "you look like Belle."

Rachel smiled again against Quinn's back, "You can be my -"

"Don't you dare say that I can be the Beast to your Beauty. I will not be that hideous creature." The blonde quipped quickly.

"But Quinn! He turns into a handsome prince in the end! You're my prince Phillip!"

"No. I will not be a boy. I want to be a princess too." Quinn pouted overdramatically as she lowered her eyes to the spray of water.

Rachel bent down to lather the blonde's lower backside and upper legs, stopping then to smile and place an open mouthed kiss against the dimples at the blonde's lower back, tracing them quickly with a taste of warm tongue. She finished her descent, washing beautiful porcelain calves and ankles and feet before rising again to rest her head by Quinn's shoulder, whispering into her damp ear from behind.

"Will you be my Sleeping Beauty?"

Quinn shivered from the feel of her. – That tingle running down her back now was most definitely not because of the water. She nodded, sure that if she said anything her voice would come out choppy and cracked. Somehow the blonde had forgotten about their mutual nakedness as they talked in the shower – but now as the talking died off and the water pounded methodically against their warm bodies, their nakedness was more apparent than ever.

Rachel laughed, swooping a warm hand down squeezing Quinn's butt playfully before she grabbed her towel off of the rack and walked out of the shower – patting her wet hair as she disappeared behind the other side of the curtain. The blonde scrunched up her face in frustration as her body tingled, she switched the nozzle and now the shower was cold, exactly what she needed after that.

"You suck." Quinn yelled through the curtain as she soaked her skin in cool water—calming her breathing. She could hear Rachel turn on the blow dryer in the near distance; chuckling to herself she was sure.

"Oh I know – and according to the way you were screaming my name last night – I must suck pretty damn good."

Quinn let out a breathless whimper as her body began to heat from within despite the cold shower. Damn Rachel Berry and her sexiness. Quinn didn't reply – she was currently incapacitated, and Rachel continued on as if nothing she said was out of the ordinary, as though she wasn't affected at all.

"You love me, plus – I don't deem it especially appropriate to engage in 'the dirty' in our hall bathroom, my dads would have sooo been able to hear us and that would have been absolutely mortifying. Even though you're so fucking hot when you moan out my name."

Quinn stilled, thankful that she was still standing mostly under the cold water. It was true that Quinn had been living here for the better part of a week however the Berry men clearly stated that the blonde and brunette were to have strict bedroom privileges, and no 'sleepovers.' Of course, said protocol was completely thrown to the wind last night when Quinn and Rachel came back from their date. Luckily Rachel's dads had been asleep upon their arrival – and it being Saturday, they had left the house early to attend the Flea Market.

"Naughty mouth Berry, I didn't know you could talk like that…well, in normal un aroused conversation at least –,"

Rachel didn't reply and so Quinn kept talking as she threw some shampoo into her hair massaging casually.

"They didn't say the bathroom was off limits though." Quinn quipped, making sure to drag out her words with sultry assuredness – if Rachel was leaving her horny and frustrated, she would do the same. Quinn liked to play dirty – hell, she was a pro.

Still no reply from Rachel and so curiously, the blonde slipped her wet face through the curtain – capturing Rachel's dark eyes staring right back at her. Quinn scrunched her eyebrows and then looked at the shower curtain – now painfully aware of the way her body was silhouetted against the material – illuminated by the sunlight coming in from the window directly above the shower. Quinn could see her shadow in full glory – and she was obvious Rachel was getting the full view from the way the brunette's mouth watered. Quinn licked her lips painfully slowly before smirking at her girlfriend.

"You perv." The blonde quipped, smiling devilishly at Rachel before sticking her head back inside the shower and rinsing it quickly – she skipped the condition completely – she needed to finish this for as long as she had Rachel's undivided attention. Now consciously aware of dark eyes on her silhouetted form, Quinn used every measurement and every movement to her advantage. Stretching her legs, dragging slow fingers up her body – she lathered her breasts slowly – sure Rachel must be dying behind the curtain. A final rinse and she reached for a towel over the railing before emerging from the tub.

She held the towel in one hand, drying and tussling her hair with it - completely disregarding her body. And so it was in this state – wet, dripping water droplets all over the floor – and completely naked that Quinn Fabray walked right past a shivering brunette and out of the bathroom door. Making sure to hit the little Diva's towel clad bum on her departure – for good measure of course. Rachel bit her lip, trying to hold in her in-dismissible arousal at the blonde's antics before cursing and turning back to her blow dryer. That blonde would get them both into heaps and heaps of trouble – she knew it.

After that oddly enlightening shower, both girls got dressed in their respective bedrooms before ending up downstairs in the kitchen – When Rachel descended it was to find Quinn scavenging through the cabinets for something to eat.

"I thought you sad dad went grocery shopping yesterday?" Quinn smirked then before turning back to opening cabinets.

"Well he did – but the stuff he bought was for our date…so, still no food in the house." Rachel blushed slightly before moving forward and grabbing a box of vegan cereal from the shelf and soymilk out of the fridge.

"Cereal it is then." She quipped happily before pouring them both a bowl. Quinn shrugged her shoulders – this wasn't really a meal but hell – she was going out to meet Santana and Brittany today anyway, and from what she could remember Rachel had plans of her own for lunch and so the cereal would have to suffice. They both sat at the table eating their cereal before Rachel piped up from her seat.

"So, what have you got planned for today?"

"I'm meeting San and B for lunch at that little deli down the corner from the library – do you know which one I'm talking about? I think it's called 'The Clover.' What about you Blue – I think you told me the other day that you were meeting someone for lunch today too."

"Yep! I'm just meeting up with Kurt and Mercedes. We all haven't really hung out since school got out for summer vacation and I thought it would be nice to have a nice lunch together or something."

"Sounds fun babe." Quinn smiled as she finished her bowl, and taking Rachel's equally empty one she brought them to the sink rinsing them before placing them in the dishwasher.

"You want me to give you a ride over before I head to lunch with San?"

Because of the new houseguest and the increased use of the car. Leroy had told the girls they were welcome to make use of it since the family owned two and both girls had licenses. However, they weren't allowed to use it at night or early in the morning without permission – and a message and/or phone call was to be left for the fathers before its use. Soon after moving in Quinn had given them her insurance policy information – assuring them that she was covered. It was too bad that her own car was locked in the garage of her 'former' home. Who knew when she would get the privilege of having it back – if ever?

"Of course!" Rachel beamed, quickly placing a tender kiss to the blonde's nose before grabbing her purse off of the kitchen counter and hurrying out of the front door, hand and fingers intertwined with Quinn's as they sat down – driving away blissfully into the summer day.

12:28pm

Kurt sat up in his patio chair at the front of the restaurant, wickedly aware of the fact that Rachel wasn't there. He scanned the surrounding street before placing a freshly manicured hand against his chin as he huffed at Mercedes. Something was off.

"Rachel is late."

Mercedes rolled her eyes dramatically before taking a sip of the water the waitress had provided a few minutes earlier.

"What are you talking about Kurt? We're supposed to meet here at 12:30, and it's only 12:28, you are straight buggin.'"

Kurt rolled his eyes in return.

"Mercedes, this is Rachel. When is she ever late, if not painfully early? She always shows up at least fifteen minutes before anyone else. And so her being on time or at the very least late to an event – albeit as mundane as lunch- would be like a mortal Jewish sin."

"Mortal Jewish sin? I don't think it works like that. But, I got you – you're right that is kinda weird."

Just then a silver car pulled up curb front and a beaming, if not severely flushed Rachel Berry emerged from the passenger side door. Just as quickly an equally flushed Quinn Fabray disentangled herself from the driver side – hopping out of the car quickly – both girls wearing matching grins, Quinn's albeit a bit more devilish than usual. They walked up onto the curb in tandem, spotting Kurt and Mercedes at their patio table, the blonde and brunette duo made their way over hastily. Rachel smiled and waved – Quinn quirked an eyebrow.

Kurt stared back in puzzlement. What the hell was Quinn HBIC Fabray doing dropping Rachel Berry off to lunch? Mercedes sipped on her water quickly as her own face registered the anomaly. The dark diva patted Kurt's leg viciously underneath the table – calling his attention to the approaching girls, Kurt swatted her away quickly before composing himself in record speed, smiling just as the two girls arrived. He checked his watch out of the corner of his eye: 12:31pm.

"Hello Rachel, Quinn." He crooned as he rose to hug the brunette and give an awkward head nod to the blonde – he watched as Rachel beamed back at him, but not before sneaking a glance at the girl beside her. He saw Quinn's fingers fidget near her pockets, mere inches away from Rachel's own hand – and he beamed at them both while Rachel took a seat at the table hugging Mercedes.

"Hi Mercedes" Quinn smiled, also giving the diva a long hug. Oh yea, Kurt thought, they did become close – he watched curiously as Quinn lifted herself back up, propping a hand against the back of Rachel's chair nonchalantly – but to an inquisitive eye, it almost looked possessive. The blonde smiled brightly again,

"Have a nice lunch you three." She said as she turned on her heel and marched back to her idle vehicle, climbing in quickly and driving away. And was that Rachel following the blonde's disappearing form with attentive eyes? Yes, Kurt thought, it most definitely was.

He turned his eyes to Mercedes, the diva gave him a knowing grin – her eyes sparkling. Apparently the tension wasn't lost on her either. And then Kurt smiled his most charming grin, turning bright eyes onto Rachel Berry's seated form.

"So, tell me Rachel. How's your summer going? He crooned wickedly.