Disclaimer: I own nothing of Glee and everything related to it. Just borrowing Quinn and Rachel for a bit.

Spoilers: Flashback scenes from '2.04 - Duets' forward.


The brunette had woken early that morning. Despite her vigorous work out routine every morning, with age and busyness, she allowed herself a few extra hours sleep every Sunday morning – more than likely to compensate with the displeasure of a hangover after a cast party each Saturday night, but of course, the singer wasn't willing to admit that.

She had woken with the brilliant sunshine guiding itself delicately through the crack in her drapes at the opposite end of where her king bed lay in her master bedroom. Squinting her chocolate eyes up against the brightness of that slither of sunshine, she got out of bed, draping a bed robe of her tanned, delicate form and sauntered her way into her bathroom, smoothing her wild hair down with a brush and wiping her face clean from the residual makeup from the previous night's show.

Wiping her face dry with a thousand-count Egyptian hand towel, she then made her way out into the hallway, padding her way to her kitchen and turning on her coffee machine. She made her way over to her pantry, opening it up and rummaging around in it for some painkillers. She found them, pressed open the foil, found a glass and poured herself some water from her fridge and threw the pills into her mouth, swallowing them with the cool liquid.

Disposing of her empty glass, she poured herself a cup of freshly brewed coffee, she then steadily moved into her living room, sinking herself into her plush chocolate brown couch, thanking God that the windows were too far away for her to open up the thick beige drapes.

Remembering how beautiful that slither of sunshine looked cascading over her bed as she woke up before, she felt a little better already thanks to her pain relief, and put her cup down on the coffee table and got up, walking across the rug and then hardwood floors and whisked back the drapes in one swift motion. She closed her eyes at the sudden invasion of searing light and turned around, letting her back soak up some warmth. Having felt her eyes adjust to the light, she cautiously opened them, revelling in how the sunshine bounced off every surface in the large open-plan room. It was the selling point of her home and the sole reason why she bought it.

Rachel walked back over to her couch and fell back into it in a heap. Spying her keys and purse from last night on the end of the couch, she lent over, grabbing her purse and fished out her phone, discarding her purse haphazardly back to it's former position.

Unlocking her phone, she checked her weather app: nothing but sunshine all day. She pulled down her notification bar and saw a few Facebook and Twitter notifications along with two messages. She sorted out her Facebook and Twitter accounts: her private Facebook having a few posts from her cast members and her Twitter had gone spastic as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary, she thought. The singer then opened her messages, spying one from Kurt and Brittany.

Kurt Hummel: Good morning pretty lady. I hope you're not too hungover from last night's festivities I read all about on Twitter this morning, as I miss you and wish to catch up with you for brunch at this cute little place I found over in The Village. Meet me there at 11am? :) lovelove – Kurt x

She chuckled lightly to herself, tapping out a hasty reply,

Sure thing my fabulous friend. Just send me the address and I shall be there around 11am. Be seeing you soon 3 – RB* x

Kurt messaged her back with the address and she checked Brittany's message to her;

Hi Rachie! San said that it is a reeeeeeealy beautiful day 2day n that we can go 2 the park 2 this afternoon to watch the ducks swim. Wanna come with us? I missed u while u were gone :) – Luv, Brittany S. Pierce xo

Rachel chuckled at Brittany's genuine sincerity. The brunette did love spending time with the professional dancer and on the odd occasion Santana too. Replying with a 'I'd love to Britt-Britt! Just let me know when to meet you at the usual spot :) – RB* x', she hopped up off the couch and strode back over to the huge window.

Looking down upon the tree-laced street before her, she admired the sunshine filtering in through the leaves with a slight autumn breeze rustling them, as if the leaves were dancing in time with each gentle gust of wind that blew through them. Seeing something so beautiful, as families and couples and morning joggers went about their business on their Sunday morning, she wondered what a certain blonde lawyer was up to.

With Quinn popping up in her mind today, it was of nothing but beauty and longing, just like every day since. She hadn't contacted the blonde like she'd asked and had given her time to think. Rachel didn't want to mess this only chance she had at spending forever with the blonde. So if time to think was what she needed, she would grant it. She added up the days, 36, since she had dropped off the ex-cheerleader after their whirlwind reunion in Italy.

I really hope she's been thinking about me and us and the possibilities of forever with me, because this is our chance to get it right and I'll be damned if I let her go again, she thought to herself as she watched a couple on the street below her pushing a stroller with a pup in tow, a smile adorning her delicate features as she wondered what it would be like if it were Quinn and herself in that position.

Rachel wondered how she would go being a mother if the chance ever came along to do so and with the love that she knew the blonde possessed for Beth, she knew that Quinn would be an incredible mother to their children if it ever came down to that. Of course Rachel had it in her to believe that Quinn would be an amazing mother and because of that, she doubted her herself, and given her history with Shelby, she wondered if she was better than that.

It still amazed Rachel how Shelby had just been able to abandon her again after she had meticulously found her, planted Jesse and had him woo the pint-sized diva then fall for him, all for St. Jerkoff to plant the cassette in her box of baby mementoes and then after Rachel figuring it all out, she just couldn't do it. I mean, what the hell even is that? Rachel thought. It made the brunette wonder if she would be there for her children when time came to it, or whether it was genetic and that she wouldn't be able to do it either.

Watching that family round the corner a few brownstones down the street, she just revelled in how beautiful a day it actually was and wondered what Quinn was up in that moment. The singer wondered whether or not the lawyer slept in on Sundays; did she have brunch instead of breakfast because she does sleep in? Does she take a walk or a long bath? Did she lose track of time because she was so enthralled in a book? What were her guilty pleasure television shows she caught up on? Or did she bury herself in work for the next day?

Rachel sure hoped it wasn't the last on her list of wonderments about the ex-cheerleader. As Rachel herself had Sundays off and with her hoping that the blonde did have them off too, the diva wondered and daydreamt about what they would do on their Sundays if Quinn did decide that this was what she wanted…


Rachel's eyes fluttered awake with the sunshine streaming in through the bedroom window making her shut them tight again. As she rolled on to her stomach, she swept an arm across the bed, feeling for the blonde. As her hand moved around trying to grope for her, she felt only cold sheets. Lifting her head off the pillow, she strained an eye open and looked around the room in search of her elusive blonde. Finding nothing and burying her head back into her pillow, she felt the bed dip where her arm had given up hope of searching the bed for the lawyer.

"Good morning, beautiful." Quinn breathed out, smiling at the sight of her girlfriend entangled within the white sheets.

Leaning over the brunette, she dipped her lips to the singer's naked shoulder, placing a gentle kiss there in her wake.

"Go-oood… mor-nin' baby." The diva yawned out as she stretched out her lithe, tanned body.

"Indeed it is." Quinn smirked, watching the beauty slowly wake up. "I have breakfast for you baby. I figured you'd be hungry after last night's activities that kept us up well-past our bedtime." She smiled, recalling last night's thorough love-making marathon.

Placing the breakfast tray adorned with muesli, cut fruits, juice, coffee and The New York Times down on the bed, she glided a silken hand over the tanned shoulder nearest her, gently encouraging her to turn over to have some breakfast.

Rachel turned herself over, not bothering about covering up herself as the sheet glided off her toned body. Years of 6am elliptical workouts had more than certainly paid off and she loved what her body did her blonde beauty. The singer leaned over, beckoning Quinn to her with a finger, and kissed her soundly. They parted and made a move for their breakfast tray.

xQRx

Having finished their breakfast, Quinn grabbed the tray and left their bedroom, sorting it out and placing the dishes in the washer and letting it cycle, and made her way back to the bedroom. The closer she got to the door, the louder the sounds coming from it got and as she rounded the corner of the doorway, she found a rather sensual sight before her;

Rachel had kicked the sheet off herself and had her knees propped up and spread, with a tanned hand working it's way through her folds as her other hand palmed her breast. Moan after illicit moan escaped her lips as she continued to build herself up to an orgasm.

"Oh fu-uck, Quinn!" she moaned out as the hand that was buried between her legs quickened its pace.

The brunette's mocha eyes shot open, revealing a dark-eyed blonde trying to control herself at the entrance to their bedroom. Removing the hand from her breast, she motioned with her forefinger for Quinn to come to her.

"You look so fucking sexy right now," as she gripped the door frame, "and I wanna watch you come." Quinn shook her head in response, watching the diva fuck herself whilst trying to control herself from shoving a hand down into her sleep shorts.

"Fuck Quinn! I need you!" the brunette cried out.

"Baby, you have me. Keep going. Keep pounding your hand into yourself. You know how much I love it when you do that to yourself." Quinn trailed off, watching the singer's lithe body slowly arch up off the bed.

"Quinn, Quinn, Quinnquinnquinnquinn! Oh FUCK!" Rachel screamed out as she felt that heat flood her body like lightening. She kept her hand going as she rode herself through the orgasm that was shooting through her body.

Quinn watched her girlfriend ride her orgasm out and bolted to the bed, laying a searing kiss on the thrashing brunette. She hastily shoved her hand between Rachel's legs, finding her clit and running her fingers around it, building Rachel up to a quick second orgasm. Rachel removed her hand from herself, letting Quinn take over and as much as she knew she was sated, Quinn could always coax another orgasm out of her and she let her.

Quinn kept circling Rachel's clit as she kissed her way down her body and her lips met the apex of the brunette's legs. She ran her tongue up soaked folds and pushed three fingers into the singer with no hesitation as her lips wrapped around the diva's clit.

"Fuck Qu-inn! Oh fu-uck me Quinn!" the brunette moaned out, spurring the blonde's hand on, working her tongue and pumping her hand furiously in and out of her drenched core.

"QUIIIINN!" the brunette screamed out as Quinn felt her walls clamp down around her fingers and her legs snap shut around her head. Quinn kept her tongue and hand moving, riding out Rachel's second orgasm.

Rachel finally calmed down, letting her legs fall open and flat onto the bed. The blonde gingerly removed her hand from her girlfriend and crept up the bed, flaking out next to the brunette, holding her arms for the singer to snuggle into. Rachel rolled over haphazardly into Quinn's nook, throwing an arm over her torso and closing her eyes, relishing in the gentle raspberry scent of her girlfriend. Quinn bowed her head forward, placing a kiss on Rachel's damp forehead and returning back to her position and letting the soft sounds of Rachel sleeping lull her back to sleep.


Feeling herself getting wetter by the second at the sensual turn of events, she snapped out of her daydream and walked away the window, down the hall and into her bedroom where she opened up her closet and walked in, plucking a pair of short blue denim shorts, a grey McKinley Titans shirt and a black cardigan off the shelves and underwear out of her drawers. She walked out and placed her clothes on her bed, and made her way to her bathroom, stripping articles of clothing as she went and opened up the shower screen, turning the taps on and letting steam engulf her bathroom, she stepped in, cleansing last night's festivities off of her body.

She turned the taps off, stepped out, grabbed a towel and dried herself off. She walked herself back into her bedroom, put on the clothes she set out for herself before she showered and went back into her closet. She found her wall of shoes and slipped on some black flats and grabbed a slouch beanie and went back into her bathroom. Brushing her luscious waves out, she put on a little mascara and light liner, brushed her teeth and leaving her hair out, she slipped the beanie on to her head and padded her way back to her bedroom and sprayed some Calvin Klein Obsession onto her neck and wrist and exited her bedroom to her living room. She grabbed her purse and phone and shot a quick text off to Kurt, telling him she was on her way.

As she hit send on Kurt's message, she remembered the daydream she experienced earlier and tapped out a message to Quinn;

It was too beautiful when I woke up to not say good morning to you today, so, 'Good Morning!' :) – R x

She pressed send, hoping that she didn't upset the lawyer and made her way out her front door, grabbing her keys and Wayfarers off the hall stand and swung the door open, locking it on her way out and making her way to the elevator and downstairs to where she hailed a cab and gave the address to the driver that Kurt had sent her and she was on her way.


As the cab pulled up out the front of the café, her phone chimed with a text message alert. She paid the driver and stepped out, closing the cab door behind her and swiped open the text message as she made her way to the café door.

Good morning indeed Rachel. I know I asked you to not contact me and that I also asked you to wait for me. But, somehow it's like you knew you were on my mind today and I was going to call you to ask you out. Will you let me do that? And maybe we can talk during said date? :) – Q x

Rachel smiled her smile at the message from Quinn and glanced around the café, looking for Kurt. Not finding him on one side of the café, she turned her head and did a double take: her eyes locked on to a beautifully-lit corner of the café where a rustic arm chair sat in the warm sunshine and held a blonde woman with her head buried in a book.

Sensing someone was watching her, the blonde lifted her eyes away from her book, finding the object of her senses and smiled brilliantly at the young woman watching her with a smile upon her face.

"Quinn?" Rachel breathed out.


A/N: I love writing serendipitous moments like these, hence the two chapters it took to develop the setting for this moment and offer some insight to the Rachel and Quinn I have developed for this story :) – K