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"I don't understand why we're here." Santana sighs and grunts and like a two year old, stomps her foot a tiny bit. With her head tilted up to the ceiling she lets out a groan of complete displeasure. Normally, she likes shopping, loves it even. Totally and without question loves it, but only when it's about her obviously. Today she is not feeling it because she has become Brittany's servant with two bags in each hand, the blonde's bag on her shoulder with her own on the other and an empty stomach to top it off. She is not a happy camper. "You've already picked out three outfits why are we still shopping?" She brings her head back down to glare at Brittany only to realize her girlfriend has moved on to the next rack of clothes a little further away from her.

"Those are possible outfits and by the way, I'm shopping you're complaining." Brittany comments, looking up from a top in her hand to give her girl a smirk.

"Babe, you look amazing in all of these. So can we go now, I'm so hungry." Santana pouts and her shoulders shake as she does her best crocodile tears face but all this gets out of the blonde is a laugh. "It's not funny, I'm gonna waste away to nothing and then you're going to be going to Lima all by yourself for Thanksgiving. I mean, what are you going to tell my parents?" She exaggerates as she steps in front of the girl and leans onto the clothing rack.

"I'm sure they'll be fine." Brittany shrugs her shoulders, beaming at the Latina whose mouth drops and eyes widen. "I mean, you do always complain about having a stomach ache after dinner and then eat all the pecan pie. I'm sure they'll get over you not being there. It's kind of a win win." She pokes her girlfriend's side and walks around her to go to the wall where a few shirts are that have caught her eye.

"Brittany Susan Pierce!" Santana says loudly and stalks over to where the blonde has relocated. "I'll have you know that I only eat all the pecan pie because you always bring it over and I'm always afraid no one will eat it because they'll think you made it." It's the blonde's turn to have her mouth hang open and she feigns hurt feelings, bringing her hand to her chest. Santana puts on a smirk and shrugs her shoulders just as Brittany had before.

"First of all Lopez, I am not that bad of a cook, now." She gives her best diva head jerk and sticks her tongue out. "And second of all, no one knows how the pecan pie is because you eat it all!" She puffs out her cheeks, the Brittany/Santana international sign for 'you're a fat ass' and Santana gasps. She watches as Brittany turns around and finds a new bunch of clothes to go through and she soon moves from her spot to stand beside her.

"Okay, whatever, I'm totally over the fat joke but, I still don't get it why are we here? Why do you need a new outfit?" She whines, switching the bags from one hand to the other trying to get the circulation flowing once again through her fingers.

"Because this is the first Thanksgiving." Brittany says as though the answer should be clear enough for her to not even have to explain herself. Santana quirks an eyebrow, opens her mouth, closes it, opens it again and then shuffles from foot to foot.

"Britt, you do know the first Thanksgiving was with the pilgrims and the Indians right?" She turns her head a little to the left, but keeping her curious eyes on the blonde in front of her. Brittany sighs and rolls her eyes, her hands continuing to mill through the different tops.

"Duh, I know that Santana." Brittany settles her hands on the rack and leans towards her girlfriend looking into those brown eyes. "It's just," Her eyes focus on something beyond Santana for a moment but return as quickly to brown eyes as they had left. "This is the first Thanksgiving with our families, together and… I want it to be perfect. So, it's kind of a big deal for me. Okay?" She smiles softly before turning her back to the Latina and heads to the back of the store leaving Santana dazed and confused.

The dark haired girl finds herself grinning like an idiot, a small but comforting knot building in her stomach and butterflies in her chest. Or maybe the knot is in her chest and the butterflies are in her stomach, it doesn't matter all she knows is that her girlfriend never ceases to amaze her. So instead of following the blonde to the back of the store and complaining some more, she walks to the other side of the store to find herself a new outfit for her and Brittany's first official Thanksgiving.

Rachel is standing in JFK by the terminal nervous as all hell with sweaty palms continuously in need of being rubbed onto her thighs or back pockets. Her eyes flicker every time someone with blonde hair catches her attention only to be let down and semi relieved that it is not Quinn. After the first phone call a few days ago, they kept coming. Quinn would call or she'd call and it was great, it was getting better and back to how it was before.

But, she can't help but wonder how things are going to be when they are finally reunited. Is it going to be weird if Rachel kisses her? What if she goes in for a kiss and Quinn snubs her by turning so the diva gets her cheek instead of her lips? What if she doesn't even want a hug or any form of physical contact? All of these thoughts and questions keep flying through her mind that she's so concerned she will miss Quinn coming through the gates.

"Rachel." She hears the sweet voice of the girl she has been missing like crazy her face completely erases the fear and anxiety she has been feeling since the news of Quinn coming to New York.

She looks up and sees the blonde, smiling which is a good sign, with her Cheerio's duffel bag over her shoulder and waving like crazy as she speed walks in the brunette's direction. Rachel picks up on her fast paced movements and breaks out into a slight jog in hopes of meeting up with her girlfriend as soon as possible. And when they get within arm's length of one another they don't stop like Rachel had feared. They only come to a halt when they're bodies smash into each other and they only stay up thanks to the arms wrapping around them.

"Oh my god I've missed you." Quinn whispers into Rachel's ear, letting her lips brush the skin just below. Her arms squeeze tighter around the diva's neck, clearly not wanting to let go anytime soon.

"I love you so much Quinn." Rachel replies slightly louder, her mouth breathing heavily into the blonde's ear but instead of squeezing in return she pulls back to look at the other girl's face. "I love you." She repeats and Quinn nods slowly, her eyes moving from eyes to lips before slowly leaning in and pressing hers to Rachel's for a sweet kiss. It's a peck really but it's enough to put the brunette at ease for the time being and when Quinn breaks away from it she rests her forehead against Rachel's and they smile at one another.

"Oh yeah, I guess we didn't really think about that." Santana looks down at their kitchen table to the crossword puzzle Brittany has been working on since she's been on the phone with her mother. "I'm sure that Britt's parents will be cool with us staying at their house." She suggests, glancing to her girlfriend who shrugs and nods at the idea.

"Santana, I haven't seen you since you left. Why can't you sleep on the pull out in the basement and Brittany can go home and sleep?" Mrs. Lopez likes her idea so much better but judging from Santana's scrunched nose and her tongue sticking out she does not approve this message.

"Mama, what's the big deal? Me and Britts will sleep at the Pierce's and come over for breakfast in the morning." She explains not quite ready to give in to her mother's requests.

"You two sleep together every night, one night apart won't kill you. You know the both of you can sleep on the pullout, you've done it before." Her mother's foot is down, Santana knows this tone of voice. "I miss my baby girl."

"Fine, fine. We'll sleep on the pullout." She sighs, rolls her eyes and takes a seat next to her girlfriend at the kitchen table.

"Okay, I'll go set it all up for you." Mrs. Lopez voice changes from upset and angry to loving and ecstatic in 2.2 seconds.

"Great." Santana plays excited just to make the woman happy and this gets her a soft slap on the arm from the blonde who mouths 'Santana' in the way that if her voice were actually being used it would sound pretty stern. "I can't wait to see you Mama." She smiles genuinely and nods when her mother says it back.

"What's with all of the switching and swapping of where we're sleeping?" Brittany asks when she hears the beep to the phone ending the call.

"I guess we both kind of forgot that the bed from my house… is in our bedroom." She grins and points to the hall that leads to their bedroom and Brittany laughs.

"Oh yeah, that would have sucked if your Mother didn't remind us." Instead of filling out the crossword puzzle she continues to decorate the page with her signature. Santana's eyes fall down to the pen gliding across the paper and reads the words to herself in the hot purple ink. Her head tilts to the side and she grins when she realizes what it says.

"Brittany Pierce-Lopez?" She reads it out loud and Brittany's head snaps up but once she reads the playfulness on Santana's face she relaxes back into her seat. She nods a little and shrugs her shoulders, turning the page to a different angle for more writing.

"Or Lopez-Pierce or just Lopez or…" Brittany's voice trails off at the end and turns her face to fully be hovering over the table and her writing, feeling her cheeks turning deep red. Santana giggles and reaches out for the pen in the blonde's hand.

"I always thought that this looked nice." The Latina says softly, only meant to be heard by them and she scribbles a few words on the other side of the page. She looks at it proudly before placing the pen down and twisting the page for Brittany to see.

"Santana and Brittany Lopez." Brittany reads, a small smile playing on her lips and her blush turning into a tinge of pink rather than the harsh red it was. She stares at it for a few more moments and then brings her eyes back up to meet Santana's. "Yeah, me too." She bites her lower lip bashfully letting her gaze fall back down onto the paper to her girlfriend's handwriting of their names put together in that way. It makes her stomach do all kinds of flip flops and she can't stop smiling.

Santana sits there and watches a wave of emotions run through her girlfriend's body. She can sense this by the way her face is lit up and the way she is smiling, it's not really hard to tell what's going on. Plus, everything going on inside of Brittany is most definitely going on inside of Santana and for that moment in time nothing else really exists except the two of them.

"Hey babe?" Santana reaches out, grabbing Brittany's hand to get her attention.

"Hmm?" Brittany, still grinning from ear to ear, looks up to her girlfriend.

"I… I gotta, I just gotta run to the store." She blurts out so quickly she has already forgotten what she said. Brittany nods regardless and goes back to her doodling while Santana jumps from her chair, presses a kiss to the blonde's temple, grabs her coat and bolts out the door.

"Santana let you borrow the truck to come and get me?" Quinn asks getting a confirming nod and smile from the brunette. "I'm impressed, how'd you pull that one off?" She grins back at her girlfriend who has so chivalrously taken her bag to carry while they walk through the parking lot.

"I simply repeated what you had said." The diva says matter of factly. "I told her that I could crash that thing and it would probably make it more attractive." Quinn laughs, covering her mouth to not seem over enthusiastic about it. "Okay so I adlibbed a little." With her laughter now under control Quinn takes this moment to lean over and place a gentle kiss onto Rachel's cheek catching the diva offguard.

"What?" The blonde quirks an eyebrow.

"Nothing, it's just…"

"You thought that since we haven't seen each other in forever and after everything I wouldn't want to be close to you?" Quinn inquires her smile fading and her face looking sadder and sadder by the second. Rachel looks down at their joined arms and nods slowly.

"Yeah." Quinn stops them, right in the middle of the parking lot and steps in front of Rachel so they are face to face.

"Rachel… I was mad, angry, sad… so many things and nothing too. I didn't want to be any of those things at you but I wanted to be all of those things at you." She says loudly, small tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "But, it doesn't matter because no matter what I felt then I still loved you regardless. I love you now, then, before, after…" She rambles, smiling through her sad face. "Don't stop being the you I fell in love with, don't stop wanting to touch me because I want to touch you. Kiss me cause I want to kiss you!" She yells the last part, her voice echoing into the distance.

Rachel and Quinn stand there, staring at each other, eyes flickering from side to side looking deeply in both eyes. It only takes a half of a minute until Rachel reaches up to cup Quinn's cheeks and lean in to press their lips together. It's soft at first, Quinn breathes out in relief and her hands come up to grip around the diva's wrists as though to keep her hands there on her cheeks.

Quinn steps closer, as does Rachel and soon the kiss intensifies to opened mouths and tongues exploring territory they once knew so well and are getting reacquainted with. They sigh and hum and smile into the kiss. Their hands move from cheeks to arms to hands to waists and they pull each other closer. And it's there in the JFK short term parking lot that the couple reconnects. Letting the bad out and the good in.

"Where the hell have you been?" Quinn asks without much concern just a playful smirk as she looks to the door that has been swung open by none other than Santana Lopez. Santana jumps back a little, slightly startled to find her blonde friend sitting on her sofa, reading a magazine.

"Uh, hey to you too sunshine." She chuckles at their informalities especially considering how long it's been since they have actually seen each other. She unbuttons her coat, shaking it out of some snow that has covered it thoroughly as well as shaking the cold out of her bones. "It's really coming down out there." She juts her thumb over her shoulder obviously referring to outside and not out in the hallway. Quinn nods, slowly returning her focus to the magazine in her hand.

"Okay, snow, cold and white. Got it." The blonde mocks her friend's information before turning back to her and resting the magazine on her lap. "Besides playing in the city streets slowly filling with snow, where have you been? I got in like three hours ago waiting for a welcoming committee, not that Brittany didn't pick up the slack for you, but seriously Santana…" She shakes her head, clearly amusing only herself and lets her words simply hang in the air subject to interpretation.

"I had shit to do Q." Santana brushes her friend off, hangs her coat up and then holds up a plastic bag. "Some last minute essentials for our stupid road trip and semi vacation in Lima." She rolls her eyes and tosses the bag on the coffee table, steps over Quinn's legs and takes a seat beside her.

"Anything good? Did you get snacks?" The blonde asks curiously, eyeing the bag up but doesn't feel the need to rummage through her friend's goods.

"No I did not get snacks you fat ass." She slaps Quinn playfully and reaches for the bag, obviously preparing them for a short show and tell. "We've got travel toothbrushes because we can just toss em afterwards." She shakes the little pink and purple travel sized goodies in the air before throwing them onto the table and reaches in for something else. "Small to go containers for Britts face wash because I am not about to let her shove it in my bag and have it explode all over my clothes, again." She places the clear bottles and little zippy bag it comes in beside the toothbrushes. "Tampons just in case, a small lint brush, lip gloss, a pack of nail files and some lube." Quinn nods a few times until the last word sinks in and she shakes her head and shuts her eyes before opening them wide again.

"Lube?" She asks in a soft whisper and reaching out to grab it from Santana's finger tips.

"Yeah, lube." Santana replies.

"What the hell do you need lube for? You're going to be sleeping on the pullout couch at Lopez manor." Quinn points out chucking the small container back to her friend and Santana smirks as she slowly puts everything back into the plastic bag.

"Quinn my poor, poor friend. Do we need to have 'the talk'?" She laughs out loud, getting a slap on the arm from Quinn herself.

"I can't believe you're bringing lube to your Mother's house." Quinn shakes her head but really, she's not at all surprised that Santana would bring lube to her Mother's house. In fact, she's almost certain that Santana has lube in her bag 24/7.

"You never know when you may need it. Better safe than sorry." Santana shrugs and ties the plastic bags handles into an easily undoable knot.

"It's your Mother's house Santana." The blonde reiterates, her eyes widening to emphasize the meaning of it all.

"Listen Virgin Quinnie, I'm sure you and the Muppet are planning on being celibate when we get to Lima or whatever it is you do when you're not having sex. But Britt's and I get it on, it's fact." She explains in a casual fashion. "And what's even more of a fact is that my Mother knows we get it on." Quinn cringes at the open way Santana can use the words 'sex' and 'Mother' in the same sentence.

"You're gross." Santana laughs and watches her friend's foot playfully kick the plastic bag of her traveling essentials and brings her magazine back up to her face.

"Hey," She looks around the apartment and finally realizes how quiet it has been since she got back home. "Where are Brittany and your troll?" She inquires getting an elbow in the side from the blonde.

"They went to get stuff for dinner." Quinn answers not looking up from the article she had been reading. "And I'm pretty sure B said something about pecan pie or something like that." She adds and Santana smirks to herself and reaches for the remote control to turn on the television.

"How were things when they got back?" Santana asks Brittany quietly, looking over her shoulder at the couple in question who are sitting on the couch making small talk and watching television. The blonde pauses from her chopping, sighs and glances over her and Santana's shoulders as well.

"They're fine." She shrugs and goes right back to cutting up the vegetables.

"Hmm…" Santana hums out and shrugs as well, turning to watch her girlfriend's face as she prepares dinner. She smiles to herself watching Brittany concentrating hard at the task at hand and she steps behind her wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist. "You are so cute." She mumbles into Brittany's ear, letting her lips brush her earlobe and then places a soft kiss to the skin right below. Brittany smiles and lets her body lean back slightly into Santana.

"You know what would be even cuter?" She asks tilting her head, her eyes still focused on the cucumber she is slicing. "If you would help." She turns her head and smiles at her girlfriend who shakes her head and lets out a chuckle.

"Alright, alright but only if I get to wear a rad apron like you Britt." Santana steps back and walks over to the small closet in their kitchen that holds shelves and shelves of canned good as well as aprons hanging on a hook on the back of the door. Brittany stops slicing and rests her hands on the counter to watch her girlfriend tying the strings around her waist.

"Baby, don't mock the apron." She insists with a grin and Santana brings a hand to her own chest and bows her head as though apologizing for doing such a thing. Apron strings tied and hands washed Santana claps her hands and moves to stand beside Brittany.

"Okay, I am at your service Miss Pierce." Santana announces but before Brittany can respond she leans in a little closer and whispers, "One day Mrs. Lopez." She kisses the blonde on the cheek and reaches for the asparagus in front of them, lifting it up in question and with her cheeks tinted pink Brittany nods and motions with her hand to the tray on the stove.

On the couch Quinn smiles to herself, having watched most of the interaction taking place in the kitchen and feels at peace for the longest time. Seeing Brittany and Santana getting along so well is something she is used to seeing but it's not until now that she figures out she misses being here to witness their everyday kisses and glances and inside smiles and jokes.

She turns her attention back to the brunette sitting beside her to find Rachel glued to whatever program they have been watching. Her smile is still intact and she realizes she has been playing with her girlfriend's hair absentmindedly just as Rachel has been drawing lazy patterns on her hand. She misses everything. And everything she misses is right in this apartment at the same exact time.

"Hasn't Brittany gotten so good at cooking?" Rachel looks to Quinn, a proud glimmer in her eye as she leans back comfortably in her chair. Quinn grins, nodding in agreement and turns to the blonde cook.

"Honestly B, this was delicious." She motions to her plate that is clearly empty and the dishes in the center of the table that have barely anything left in them. Brittany blushes, nods and mutters her small thank you's.

"Hey, I helped." Santana chimes in with mock hurt, bringing her hand to her chest. But all this does is get a few laughs and she rolls her eyes. "Babe," She says jumping up from her chair and placing a hand on Brittany's wrist. "You stay put, I got this." She waves her hands over the table indicating for Brittany to get back in her seat and that she will clean up everything. "Why don't you guys go watch some TV or whatever." She dismisses the trio to the living room and gets a strange look from Quinn who is being ushered out of the kitchen by Rachel.

"Okay, who is this pod person? Where's the real Santana?" Quinn asks the two girls she is sitting with in front of the TV. Rachel giggles and all Brittany can do is look back into the other room and smile at her girlfriend.

"I know it's hard to believe, I mean I had the same look you do when I first witnessed it." Rachel begins to explain, pointing over her shoulder with her thumb to the Latina cleaning. "But whenever Brittany or I cook, Santana cleans up." She shrugs her shoulders and glances back to Santana who is washing the dishes thoroughly. "It scared me at first, but it has grown on me and now I kind of like it."

"I can't get over how domesticated Brittany and Santana have become." Quinn shakes her head as she and Rachel walk down the hallway towards the brunette's bedroom. "I guess more Santana than Brittany really, Britt-Britt can adapt but Santana." Shocked she may be but she is proud just the same. It's nice for her to see her best friend being able to take on that responsible role of being able to survive without Mommy and Daddy and it makes her wonder how well she will be able to adjust. But she figures if Santana Lopez can do it, well then anyone surely can.

"It's been interesting to say the least." Rachel comments but means nothing in particular by it and she motions for the blonde to enter her bedroom.

She watches Quinn walk over the threshold slowly and place her bag by the wall and glance around the room. She follows suit, stepping into her bedroom and shuts the door behind her, holding on to the door knob as if afraid letting go will make her fall over from nervousness. They both take in deep breathes and Rachel looks on as Quinn slowly turns around to face her. They smile tentatively and Quinn bites on her lower lip, her hands hanging by her sides like she doesn't know what to do with them.

Rachel finally lets go of the door knob and it forces her body to take a step forward which gets the blondes full attention. Eyes flicker to eyes then lips then to eyes again and lips once more until they are both rushing towards each other. Rachel's hands find the curvature of Quinn's hips and Quinn's hands come up to cup the diva's cheeks and they both lean in, tilting their heads to the side and finally bringing their lips together frantically.

Tongues join in and their breath mixes into the air as they continue to kiss, with a different force than they had at the airport. Quinn takes a step back pulling Rachel to move with her until they stop due to the blonde's legs hitting the edge of the bed. Her lips move from Rachel's mouth and down her jaw line and then to her neck where she sucks, nips and places wet kisses being egged on by the gasping noises coming from her girlfriend.

Rachel's fingers hook under the hem of Quinn's shirt, tickling the skin there for a moment until the blonde finally nods and lifts her arms. As soon as her shirt hits the floor Rachel's soon follows and her hands come up to the diva's sides, sliding her fingers up and down the exposed skin softly as if remembering the feeling all over again. She spins them around so that the brunette's back is facing the bed and she gently urges her to lie down.

"Quinn." Rachel breathes out heavily as she rests her head to the pillow, her hands grasping for the blonde's body and her eyes watching with haze as Quinn climbs onto the bed over her.

Quinn presses their lips together again and her hand moving up Rachel's sides once again and coming to rest just behind her neck and pulling so their lips press harder onto each other. The hum and gasp and moan as their bodies brush up against the other's and hands move around gripping at skin.

"Oh my god Rach." Quinn whispers, moving her lips from Rachel's and kissing down to her neck and across her collar bone and chest. "I need you." The diva's hips cant up at the blonde's verbalized desire and she wraps her arms around Quinn bringing her body completely onto her own.

Quinn pulls back from her kissing and looks into Rachel's dark eyes and they stare at each other for a few moments. This is new, though the act itself is not entirely new to them all of the feelings feel relatively new. It's different, better even and as fast as they want to go and dive head first they both want to take their time. So the blonde nods, places another kiss on her girlfriend's lips and sits up, straddling the brunette.

Rachel sits up as well, bringing her hands to rest on Quinn's hips to keep her balance. She brings her lips to the blonde's chest leaving small wet kisses along the skin there while Quinn brings her hands around Rachel to unhook her bra. When she finally does so she lets her finger tips lightly brush every bit of skin she can come in contact with. She slides the brunette's bra straps off of her shoulders, leaning down ever so much to kiss her bare shoulders lightly.

With her bra now removed, Quinn gently presses Rachel to lie back down, she complies and slowly brings her head back to rest on the pillow. Her fingers dance along the tiny protruding hip bones on the blonde just above her jeans but her eyes are fixed on the hands that disappear behind Quinn's back. When the hands return the striped bra falls from her shoulders and down the front of her body revealing her bare chest.

Rachel gasps for air and her hips move up of their own volition into the blonde on top of her. Quinn grins and lets the bra fall to the ground by the bed along with their shirts and Rachel's bra. Ever so carefully she brings her body down to lie completely on top of the brunette, running her fingers along her sides brushing against the outside of her breasts as she does so.

"Come on, get up." Quinn whispers into her ear and without waiting for a response she yanks her body right back off of Rachel's and tugs on her hand for her to do the same. Rachel sends her a questioning stare but in all honestly her legs are shaky and her brain is a little too frazzled to really care about the reasons why she is being made to stand up. "Come closer." She hooks her finger in the air to direct the diva where to move and she steps forward leaving about two feet between them.

Rachel watches as her girlfriend's hands move down to the top of her own jeans and starts to fiddle with the button there. Sensing her girlfriend's confusion Quinn nods her head towards Rachel's pants for her to do the same. She gets it eventually and her hands come to the top of her pants as well and she follows Quinn's lead. They stare at one another, watching pants be unbuttoned, the fly coming undone and the way the other shimmies out of the offending garment.

They smirk and smile and blush bashfully as they kick and step out of their jeans to reveal their panties. Quinn is the first to remove herself of the last bit of clothing and does so slowly leaving just enough time to get Rachel's heart really pumping, as if it weren't already. When she stands up straight she finds her girlfriend with a glazed over look in her eyes and her mouth slightly agape. She giggles and not having a clue with to do with her hands she decides to reach up and free her hair of its ponytail.

"You're beautiful." Rachel breathes out, her eyes locked into green ones and she swallows nervously. Quinn looks down for a moment, feeling the blush creeping up from her neck and to her cheeks. "Really Quinn, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." Quinn's head snaps up at the utter sincerity in the brunette's voice and she can see it on her face as well.

She takes the few steps forward that brings her body against Rachel's, letting her hands come up to find the diva's skin under her own. They both gasp and shudder at the feeling and their chests battle against one another beating fast and loud. Their faces are inches, if even, apart and they eyes continue to look deeply into the other. Quinn slips an arm between them, letting her fingers dance down Rachel's stomach and not even hesitating at the elastic band of the brunette's panties, pushing her hand right under.

"Uh." Rachel jumps at the forward but very welcome intrusion and her head flies back when she realizes Quinn is not stopping for anything, she's clearly 'going for gold', letting her fingers easily find and slip up and into Rachel. "Oh, god." The diva's hands fly up gripping Quinn's shoulders from behind and turning her face into the blonde's cheek.

"Hmph." Quinn grunts, beginning to thrust in and out of her girlfriend as soon as she enters her.

They stumble a little, side to side, forward to backward as they stay standing. But soon Quinn's need for a better angle and to be deeper inside her girlfriend becomes high on her list of priorities than balance and when they stumble again she lets them continue forward until Rachel's back is pressed up against the wall. She kisses her on the lips, the cheek and chin before she brings her other hand to the outside of Rachel's thigh and grips it.

"Lift your leg baby." Quinn whimpers with need and want and Rachel does it before she can really even process the words.

So with one hand hoisting Rachel's leg up and to the side she pumps the fingers of her other and in and out of her girlfriend and a quick pace, using her own hips to aide her efforts. Rachel whines, moans and grunts as the blonde thrusts in and out of her each time feeling her fingers go deeper and deeper inside of her. She desperately grips at Quinn's neck, her shoulder muscles and her biceps and frantically accepting all of the sloppily placed kisses the blonde offers.

"I love…" Rachel tries to say but her body won't allow her to use her voice. "I…" She pushes out but it's all raspy and inaudible. Quinn turns her head and kisses the diva's neck, her breath hitting Rachel's cheek as she doubles her efforts below.

"I know baby." It almost sounds like Quinn is crying, but she's not, she just has a lot of emotion going on but Rachel pulls back to look at her to make sure there are no tears. They lock eyes. "I… I love you… too Rach." She forces out of her mouth as she continues to pump in and out of her girlfriend.

"Oh, uh!" Rachel moans, throwing her head back against the wall, pulling Quinn's body flush against her own. "I'm close." She mutters and feels the blonde nod against her.

And when she comes, Quinn's name leaves her lips, her knees tremble and shake but she doesn't fear falling down to the ground because she has the blonde's arms wrapped around her ready to keep her upright to ride it out. She feels the soft wet lips on her neck before she opens her eyes and the smile even before that.

She moves her head for Quinn to look up at her and she does. The grin stupidly at one another and Quinn leans forward to rest her forehead against Rachel's. The brunette brings her hand up to tuck blonde hair behind her girlfriend's ear and let's her hands come to land on her cheeks. They both try to catch their breath and just bask in the moment of incredibleness they have just shared.

"There…" Quinn breathes out sounding all kinds of exhausted but with a playful smirk on her lips. "That'll teach Santana and Brittany." She winks and gets an equally tired but just as amused giggle from Rachel.

Were they loud? Maybe, but Brittany and Santana wouldn't really know because they are in their own little world. Santana couldn't sleep so she got up to watch television in the living room and was soon followed by the blonde she had left sound asleep. So she joined her girlfriend on the couch to watch some infomercials but that only lasted so long until hands and lips started to roam.

"Do you… know how pissed Berry will be if…" Santana struggles to use her words but it's so hard to do when Brittany's tongue is doing that. "She finds out about… this." She finally finishes her sentence but by now she doesn't even care about what has just said and she flings her arm over her eyes only to bring it down to her mouth to muffle the sounds coming out.

Santana is on her back, knees bent and Brittany's head between her legs. Her forearm remains clamped over her mouth while her other hand is squeezing desperately to the pillow she apparently is lying on. Brittany hums, in response to Santana's worries about Rachel but she doesn't care much either and simply kisses the inside of Santana's thigh to reassure her everything is okay.

The Latina's hips jerk up, needing more and more friction that Brittany is currently providing and she is doing her best not to grab the back of the blonde's head and press her face into her. One of Brittany's hands comes up to cup her girlfriend's breasts getting a loud moan from Santana in return. A darker skinned hand covers the lighter skinned hand and helps with the squeezing process, arching her back to push for a harder touch.

"Oh Brittany, right… there. Uh." Her hips have decided to move along to the motion set by the blonde and Santana continues to keep the pillow fisted in her hand and desperately trying to bite her lips to keep herself from screaming. "Fuck!" She practically yells, pulling her hand from the pillow and slapping it over her mouth.

When she finally comes her eyes dart down to the face buried between her legs. She seeks out those blue eyes, which is not so hard considering they have been watching her the whole time. Her mouth hangs open as she sucks in air and holds back her moans and screams of pleasure only to grunt out a few times from the back of her throat. Brittany knows when it's finally subsiding when the Latina closes her mouth and swallows dryly and the way her lips smack open and her tongue moves up and down to try and produce moisture.

She kisses her girlfriend's stomach and gently pulls the hem of her shirt back down to cover her chest. Brittany lies back on top of her with her ear to Santana's chest kissing the fabric now covering her previously bare skin. It only takes a few moments, seconds even until she hears the nonsensical ramblings of an exhausted Santana and she knows that she is going to pass out any minute.

Brittany gets up and tugs on Santana's hand and leads them back to their bedroom, to their bed and pulls the covers over them once again. Santana curls up behind her wrapping her arms protectively and lovingly around the blonde and kisses her neck right below her hair.

"You're so good at helping me get sleepy." She mumbles cuddling closer and kisses her neck again. "Love you boo." Brittany smiles and rubs Santana's arms that are around her.

"Love you too sweetie."