So, remember when I said I'm not going to update anytime soon? Guess who's a liar? This is my way of dealing with sadness, hurr hurr. Anyways, read up and I don't mind reading your word vomit about how frustrating Glee was today/tomorrow/when you watch it!

Waking up is one of the many things that Quinn despises in life, like an isolated word in the beginning of a line—orphans, they are called—or the noise of two metals scraping together. To wake up is worse than the anticipation of falling asleep, because to wake up is to be carelessly ripped away from the dream that you've been having. Not to mention the sudden chill and the energy leaving the body as soon as it regenerated.

This time, however, it is not the case.

As Quinn opens her eyes, she recalls the last time she woke up like this. Limbs entangled, warm weight pushing her down, Rachel's lips against her neck. Quinn smiles, feeling so relieved that last night was no dream; that Rachel is here with her, reciprocating the feelings that Quinn burdens herself with.

It's not a burden if it's a weight you're willing to carry, Quinn she thinks.

She sweeps the hair that is covering Rachel's relaxed face and kisses her forehead. Her hands travel down the curve of Rachel's spine, resting on top of her waist where her back and butt meets. Quinn grips the cloth and slips her fingers to feel the velvety surface.

Quinn! Stop groping your sleeping girlfriend!

The blonde jerks her hands away, resting them rather awkwardly on her sides. Rachel lifts her head from Quinn's clavicle and peers into the hazel eyes that are dilated and dancing along with the curtain swaying with the wind. That's when Quinn sees the beautiful explosion of the sun's rays against Rachel's brown eyes. The black flecks against the chocolate surface, the way the irises dance…

"Anyone ever told you that you're beautiful, stunning or gorgeous?" Quinn asks.

Rachel blushes and shakes her head. "No one besides you and my fathers."

"Is Finncomprehension blind? You," Quinn pinches Rachel's cheeks and kisses her nose. "Are the most gorgeous woman I've ever had the fortune to sleep on top of me."

Rachel smiles and kisses Quinn on her lips. "I must say, you're the most beautiful woman I ever fell asleep on."

After a breakfast of vegan waffles, fruit, and hell of a lot of kissing, Quinn gets ready to leave Rachel's apartment to head back to her own. She puts on her coat and looks up at Rachel who has her hands against her back and is swaying to and fro with a small frown on her lips. Quinn smiles and kisses it away.

"What's got you so pouty and sad?" Quinn asks, resting her palms against Rachel's hips.

"You're leaving. I may or may not suffer from withdrawals."

"I'm spending the day with my friends today. If you're not that spooked of Santana, would you like to meet them?"

Rachel shakes her head. "As interesting as it is to meet your friends, I'm going to skip this time. They visited you to spend time with you and I don't want to get in the middle of that."

Quinn smiles and pulls the girl into a hug. "Very well then. Shall I come over once we're done?"

"I actually want to spend the night at your house," Rachel says against Quinn's exposed shoulder. "Your place is mysterious. It has all these subtle relics of your life and I want to delve into those."

The blonde kisses Rachel's forehead and steps into the hallway. "Just give me a call when you're coming over."

Rachel nods and pulls her in for another gut-wrenching kiss before pushing her out gently and with the brightest smile to light up Quinn's day.

Quinn works her six-hour shift with Mike before receiving a phone call from Santana and Brittany who told her that they will meet her at a restaurant near Kim's workplace, which is a subway ride away from the bookstore.

"So, how did it go last night?" Santana asks with a coy smile. "Did you get some?"

"Knowing you and your definition of 'some', I will have to say no."

"What? That fucking sucks, Q."

"I did, however, get a new girlfriend out of this ordeal." Quinn beams. "Thanks, Santana."

"Yeah, yeah whatever." The Latina grumbles, stealing a fry from Brittany's plate. "I still think Kim is best for you."

"Maybe," Quinn says with a sober frown. "But I'm not the best for her. At least not anymore."

"Hey Q, when can we meet Rachel for real? Cuz I totally think she's cute and stuff and stuff." Brittany grins, taking a pull from Santana's milkshake. "Her voice is all kinds of awesome too."

"Soon, B. Before you guys leave, for sure."

Santana scowls at Quinn. "Great, why do I have to go and meet the Dwarven queen?"

"You don't have to, but I know you will anyway." Quinn smirks, cocking her head towards Brittany who is looking at Santana with pleading eyes. "Hello, hello, whipped much?"

"If I remembered correctly, you're worse. Kim didn't even have to ask."

Quinn shrugs. "I want what she wants, that's all."

Santana laughs. "Yeah, right. I'm not opposed to meeting the midget that much, but we should totes bring Kim!"

"S, you're a bitch." Quinn mutters. "Kim won't be jealous, I know, but Rachel's going to be insecure. I told her about Kim. I won't be surprised if Rachel thinks that I'm still in love with her."

Santana brightens up at this. "Well then, it's settled. Tomorrow night meet us at the Looking Glass again. Tell her to bring that douchey friend of hers too. The one with the silly hair."

"Santana—"

"Nope, can't argue. Shut up and go with it."

"Yeah, Q!" Brittany pats Quinn on her head gently. "What if like, Kim and Rach becomes best friends? That would be awesome, right?"

"I highly doubt that, but I'll ask, okay?"

"Hey pretty lady." Rachel greets Quinn from the doorway of her apartment. The brunette plants a soft kiss on Quinn's nose before walking into the tiny foyer of Quinn's home. "How did your day with your friends go?"

"Other than Santana being a major villain in my life, it went by as if we were back in high school. Without the football jocks lumbering their way down the halls, of course."

"Lovely," Rachel comments, accepting the glass of mango juice from Quinn's grasp. "Guess what?"

"You found a map that leads to the treasure trove of historical secrets in underground New York?" Quinn asks with twinkling eyes and an earnest expression.

"What? No!" Rachel laughs. "Our opening night is set and, of course, I want you to be there. Front row and centre, watching me perform!"

Quinn smiles and takes the glass from Rachel, setting it down on the upright piano before engulfing her girlfriend into a hug. "Tell me where and what time, and you know I'll be there."

"December fifteenth."

"Done and marked in my mental calendar." Quinn hums. "Take a seat on the couch and I'll get the takeout menus."

"I still have your journal, by the way." Rachel says, taking out the battered black Moleskine from her purse. Again, with the gentleness in her movements that Quinn adores. "I forgot to give it back."

"No, it's okay." Quinn shrugs, sitting beside Rachel and holding out her collection of menus. "Have you read it all?" Rachel nods at this and tucks her head in against the crook of the blonde's neck. "Do you have any favourites?"

Rachel shoots up and gently caresses the yellowed pages of 'Quinn's Heart' as she likes to call it in her mind. Stopping before a page, she begins to read:

"I believe that everything can be written down." Rachel whispers, her hand holding down the page, and her other intertwining with Quinn's. "How tears form against your eyelids, how your first kiss feels, how the universe shatters into a million pieces. It can be documented in such a way that keeps its true form: the emotions that come with it. Writing things down keep things fresh. Alive. But most of all, it keeps things real. Once something is written down, it's permanent; bound to the earth with words and the slices of the pen against paper. To be the one called on by the universe to keep a permanent record of the wonderful thing called 'humanity' is a beautiful and honourable thing."

Quinn is blushing now, her arms tight against Rachel's. The tender lilt of the voice of the girl in Quinn's arms is very consuming. She is able to feel how the words affected the brunette so, and when Rachel cranes her head to the side to stake a claim upon Quinn's lips, she gives in to the infatuation.

"Why was that your favourite?" Quinn asks when Rachel places a millimetre of distance in between their flush lips.

Rachel hums a tune before tracing the etchings of ink against paper. "I can feel your passion in regards to what you do, Quinn." She says. "You believe in the power of words, and you are not afraid to use them. You have this grip against words and their meaning, and you can weave them into such a web that entangles them together, and still make sense." The brunette shakes her head as if in a daze. "I just—you are a beautiful woman, Quinn Fabray."

"You're only saying that because you want to get in my bed." Quinn teases playfully. Rachel smirks and kisses on the lips, sweeping her tongue against the blonde's lips, pink flesh teasing and dancing against one another. Quinn pulls away with a shudder, before kissing her eyelids.

"What do you want for dinner? I'm nursing a really horrible craving for tempura. And don't worry. My favourite Japanese takeout place has a vegan option, so don't you dare worry your gorgeous head about eating decapod crustaceans." Quinn says, kissing Rachel's forehead and lunging for the telephone.

"You've been my girlfriend for less than twenty-four hours, and already you're so thoughtful." Rachel smiles, shaking her head in disbelief. "How did I get so lucky?"

"I have no idea but!" Quinn dials the phone number before flicking Rachel's nose with her forefinger. "I better thank my lucky stars that I walked in that musty theatre when I did!"

Rachel grins and listens to Quinn as she orders for the both of them. As soon as the blonde girl hangs up, she pulls her in closer and rests her chin against Quinn's shoulder. "Can I tell you something?"

"You can tell me anything you want Rachel."

"When I was in high school… Every time I sign my name I put a gold star sticker after it because, well, gold stars are kinda my thing." Rachel laughs, and Quinn suspects that she is reminiscing something from her high school days filled with fear of getting hit with a cupful of slushy. "My gold stars are a metaphor of me being a star."

Quinn grins, so wide, that her cheeks feel as if they are being torn apart by the sheer joy that is spilling all over her insides. "I think metaphors are important. And, from the looks of it, it looks like I finally found my star, and she's been in Ohio all this time. Who knew?"

There is awe laced along the hem of Quinn's voice, and Rachel hears it. She leans in to enrapture Quinn in a mind-numbing kiss that only stops when there is a loud knock on the door signalling the arrival of their dinner.

"Wait, your friends want to meet me? And they want me to bring Noah Puckerman? Are they insane or what?" Rachel asks through a mouthful of cucumber roll. "Noah in the presence of that many women turns into a predator. It doesn't matter if you're gay or not, he will try and bed you."

Quinn snickers at this. "Sounds like Santana in high school."

"Well then, they just might get along."

"Oh goodness. That might be a night of hilarity. Is that a yes?"

Rachel nods and steals the final cucumber roll from in between Quinn's chopsticks. "Yep."

"There's one more thing…" Quinn sighs, munching on a squash tempura. "Santana's bringing Kim."

The brunette starts coughing and Quinn brings a glass of water against her lips while rubbing her back. Rachel stops hacking only to ask in the most livid tone that Quinn has ever heard. "What?"

"Yeah, Kim. You remember her? She's my… uh…"

"Ex-girlfriend?" Rachel supplies, a bit weakly. "Yes I remember."

"So… Are you still up for it?" Quinn asks, looking straight into Rachel's darling browns. "She was my friend before she was my girlfriend, so it would mean a lot to me if you two met. She's not the jealous type at all, so you don't have to worry!"

Rachel's cheek twitches but she smiles either way, taking Quinn's palm into hers. "Of course I'm still up for it. Now, do you remember what we were doing before this food arrived?"

Also, Rachel Berry, my queen, I'll be good to you why aren't you real to me ): ?

Oh goodness. Who watched Glee, raise your hand. Wait. Who watched Glee AND got pissed at the lack of continuity between Quinn and Rachel?