"You broke in!"
"No we didn't" Quinn argued to the teacher that found her and Rachel in his classroom. "The door was unlocked and-
"Enough, I don't want to hear it. Your escapades have gone on long enough Miss. Fabray"
Quinn and Rachel were sitting in the principal's office, watching Figgins stare at them with a disgusted expression on his face.
Quinn found herself fidgeting with her fingers, her nerves getting the best of her. She couldn't believe that they had been caught. She and Rachel had never been caught but now, the time when she decided to take control and take lead, a teacher decides to walk in and send them to the principal's office. No warnings but straight to Figgins.
Quinn was wrapped up in her own thoughts and she realised that maybe Figgins would call her mother and tell her what happened. What would her mother do if she knew that Quinn wasn't who she thought she was?
"We were just rehearsing a scene from a play" Rachel lied, interrupting Quinn's thoughts.
"I've heard better lies Miss. Berry" said Figgins, his tone serious. "And do you think I'm stupid? I approve everything that comes to me and I know that I never approved a play where two girls start kissing each other in a classroom"
"That's because I didn't tell you yet"
Quinn turned to see Mr. Schue standing by the principal's door, avoiding eye-contact with her and Rachel.
"I'm really sorry Figgins, it's just that Rachel and Quinn had gotten the news earlier today and I had given them permission to use . . ." Mr. Schue trailed off and looked at the teacher that had caught Quinn and Rachel in his classroom.
"Pen-"
"Mister Pensie's room"Mr. Schue said, speaking over the teacher.
Figgins looked at with Mr. Schue a doubtful expression and he leant back in his chair. "If that was the case, why do I not see scripts in their hands?"
"Please" Rachel said, rolling her eyes. "Have you seen us? We're professionals Mister Figgins, We only needed to read the script once"
Figgins was quiet for a moment, and Quinn felt his eyes on her, searching her face for something.
"You have remained quiet Miss. Fabray. Miss. Berry here is the only one participating in this discussion while you sit back and stay silent"
Quinn frowned and stopped fidgeting with her hands. She smiled at Figgins and sighed. "I'm sorry, I was just- I have nothing to say"
"Nothing at all?"
"You've heard everything from Rachel and Mister Schue. All I can say is that I'm sorry"
Figgins stared at Quinn for a moment before his gaze turned to Mr. Schue. "You and I need to talk" he then stood up from his chair and put his hands behind his back. "As for you two, you may leave. But do not let this incident happen again. Make sure to consult with Teachers before you . . . act" Figgins looked up at Mr. Schue.
"We will" said Quinn and she and Rachel got up from their respective chairs and started walking towards the principal's door. As Quinn and Rachel brushed past Mr. Schue , Quinn looked up at him with what she hoped was relief on her face as well as gratitude, but his eyes avoided hers and his own expression was stone-like.
As Quinn shut the door and walked far enough that Figgins wouldn't see or hear them, Quinn let out a huge sigh of relief and a dry laugh.
"That was close"
"It was!" said Rachel and she picked up Quinn's hand and held it. "We have got to be more careful"
"Maybe" said Quinn silently.
"What's wrong?" Rachel asked.
"It's just that we've been going to empty classrooms for what, a couple weeks now? And we've never been caught, but now, today we do?"
"You think someone told mister Pensie about us?"
"Yes . . . I don't know" Quinn sighed and she looked down at her feet. "Maybe I'm just being paranoid"
"You probably are" said Rachel. "Maybe it was just bad timing"
"Maybe" said Quinn slowly. "I'm just glad that Figgins let us off the hook"
"We can't forget about mister Schue, thank god he was on the same wavelength as us"
"On one hand I'm glad he was, on the other, I wonder what he has planned for us when he sees us"
"Probably some speech, he does it every time whenever any of us get in trouble"
As always, Rachel was right. At the end of Glee club while everyone was leaving and making plans for lunch, Mr. Schue asked them stay behind.
"Right, I'm sure you know why I've kept you girls behind" he said, closing the choir room's door before turning to face them, his expression sincere.
Quinn and Rachel nodded.
"I've covered for you girls and Figgins believes that I'm writing a play that is going to be put on in three weeks"
"Thank you mister Schue, we can-
"Hold your praise" Mr. Schue cut over Rachel and looked at them both. "The bad news is that I can't cancel this 'play', in fact he wants to see the script later today, to make some 'creative changes'"
"So this means that we have to hold a play?"
"I'm afraid so" said Mr. Schue and he frowned. "Now I don't care what you two do in your own time, frankly I don't want to know because it's none of my business. But you guys have not only given me more work, I now have to find a way to juggle between writing a play that's family friendly as well as writing our set list"
"We're sorry, it won't happen again" said Rachel smiling weakly.
"Let's hope not" said Mr. Schue and he let them leave the choir room.
"That wasn't bad" said Rachel, sounding surprised as they left. "Normally he would've been a lot more . . . speechy"
"Except now we have to star in a play written by Will Schuester" said Quinn gloomily.
"Well what's wrong with that?" Rachel asked warily.
Quinn bit down on her bottom lip and looked at Rachel. "Promise not to get mad?"
"Promise"
"We all know that you'll get the lead, you're practically the star in glee club in Schuester's eyes, while I'll be some support character that does nothing but stands in the background"
"No! I'm sure you'd get an important role" said Rachel.
"This is Schuester we're talking about Rachel. He'll probably make your character kiss me for experimental reasons, that's if Figgins allows it. And if he doesn't allow it, I have a feeling that he'd make you fall in love with . . ." Quinn shuddered as her thoughts turned to Finn and her nose wrinkled in disgust.
"In love with who?"
"You know who" said Quinn, glaring at Rachel.
"I never knew FINN HUDSON" Quinn shushed Rachel and she glanced around to see people stare at them briefly. "Was such a taboo name for you" Rachel finished quietly with a smirk on her face.
Quinn mumbled something under her breath before looking down at Rachel's hand and taking it in her own, squeezing it gently.
"Is it okay if I come over to yours today?"
"Sure" said Rachel, but she frowned. "My dads keep asking for you, which isn't a bad thing, but it's getting tedious now"
"It's because they know I'm awesome" Quinn said Smugly.
"They wouldn't think so if they know we were caught making out in a teacher's classroom" said Rachel smiling to herself. "In fact, if they did find out, they'd be upset at first, but then they'd probably give us tips to find better places"
"I don't know if I should be uncomfortable that your parents would give us advice to find better places to make out or insulted" said Quinn and Rachel giggled.
"Hey Goldilocks!"
Quinn searched for where the voice came from and she saw Santana waving her down franticly. Quinn looked back at Rachel, who stared up at her with a fixed smile on her face.
"It's fine, you can go if you want" said Rachel through gritted teeth.
"Why don't you come with me?" Quinn asked. "This is the third time now that you haven't come with me to sit with Santana and Brittany"
"I came to visit you yesterday! And anyway, I don't think Santana likes me" said Rachel, looking down at her feet.
"It's just Santana being Santana" said Quinn looking back at a wide-eyed Santana who was tapping at an imaginary watch.
"No" said Rachel quietly before she looked up at Quinn with a sad smile. "Maybe next time?"
"Promise?"
"Promise" Rachel said and she squeezed Quinn's hand.
"Hurry up Quinn!" Santana shouted across the hallway, sounding agitated.
"I'll see you after lunch?" said Quinn as she reluctantly let go of Rachel's hand and started walking towards Santana.
"You bet" Rachel said loudly and Quinn watched her turn around and start walking in the other direction.
o.x.o.x.o.x.o.x.o
"Hey Mike, you got a second?"
Brittany watched as Mike turned away from his locker to look at her in surprise, his eyebrows raised and his mouth hanging open slightly.
"Uh sure, what can I do for you Britt?" he said, slamming his locker door loudly, which distracted him for a second before his gaze returned to Brittany.
"I need a favour" said Brittany shyly and she walked closer to Mike and leant on the neighbouring locker next to his. "Are you still friends with that guy?"
Mike squinted his eyes. "I'm friends with a lot of guys, you gotta be more specific"
"Yeah I know and no one's judging you" said Brittany and she watched as his eyes widened in shock but before he could speak, she carried on. "Anyway, this guy that I'm talking about, he works in a theatre? We both know him; I just can't remember his name"
Mike stared past Brittany for a second before he threw his head back and snapped his fingers. "Uh" he snapped his fingers three times before looking back at Brittany with recognition. "Aaron!"
"I think that's his name" said Brittany slowly, still trying to place the name to a face before she gave up and shook her head. "Anyway, do you think you could ask him something for me?"
"Sure, what is it?"
"Well first, does he still work at the theatre?"
"The last time I spoke to him, which was a month ago I think, he still was"
"Okay, well I need you to speak to him and ask him if he can get two tickets to a play"
"Oh . . . For you and Santana?"
"Uh . . . no" said Brittany shyly. "I don't think Santana's in to that type of thing, I mean; I think she'd rather watch Disney movies than be stuck at a play for four hours and we both know that when Santana's bored she tends to be vocal about it"
Mike chuckled. "You're right about that. So who are they for?"
"For Quinn and a friend" said Brittany. She didn't know whether Quinn would want her to tell Mike it was for her and Rachel and after all it wasn't her business to share Quinn's personal life without her permission.
"Quinn and Rachel?" Mike asked, grinning.
"I don't know, she didn't say. She just asked if I knew a guy that worked in a theatre and I said I did but I couldn't remember his name so here we are"
"Well yeah, sure, I'll ask Aaron and see what he can do" Mike paused and looked at Brittany curiously. "What play did she want to see?"
Brittany sucked in her lips and cocked her head to the side. "I don't know, something that's popular and has an interesting story? Quinn never said what play they were going to see and thinking about it now, I don't think she knows any" said Brittany, sounding worried.
"I'll ask him if he knows any good ones" said Mike nodding his head before looking down at his watch.
"Thanks Mike, I owe you" said Brittany and she gave him a hug, much to his surprise.
"Don't mention it" Mike said as she let go and he smiled. "Did you want to hang out with me and Tina?"
"Maybe some other time, I need to find Santana and Quinn and tell them the news" said Brittany. "But maybe tomorrow we can all hang out at our table?"
"Sounds like a plan!" said Mike and he looked back down at his watch again before sighing "I really have to go, Tina's waiting for me and, uh, I can't afford to be late"
"It's lunch time, how can you be late?" said Brittany and she watched the corners of Mike's lips twitch up in to a smile.
"She doesn't like to be kept waiting" said Mike, speaking more too himself than to Brittany. "I'll see you later Britt" He grinned before turning and started to jog away from Brittany. Before he rounded the corner, he suddenly stopped and jogged back to Brittany.
"I almost forgot to ask you, but I ask you for a favour?"
"Sure"
"Can you teach me that move you did back at Prom? The one where everyone thought you were going to crash in to the punch bowl?"
Brittany laughed, the memory resurfacing in her mind. She remembered when she was at prom she had decided to blend different dance moves together, ranging from the outdated shuffle and the lessons she learned from dancing at ballet when she was thirteen. It was the most dangerous, adventurous and stupidest thing she had ever done in her entire life, but it got the crowd going and it was one of the most talked about things the week after prom.
"Sure, why not?" said Brittany, grinning from ear to ear. "Let's just hope you can pull it off more easily and not get anyone killed"
"Awesome. Thanks Britt" said Mike and Brittany watched him jog away, almost colliding with someone as he rounded the corner.
o.x.o.x.o.x.o.x.o
"You did what!" Quinn exclaimed but was immediately hushed by Santana. "You did what?" Quinn said again, this time in a whisper and through gritted teeth.
"I didn't know you and Rachel were in there" Santana hissed, looking around to see if anyone was watching them. "I had to get something important but he was blocking my way so I told him someone was breaking in to his office. I didn't expect you two to be in there"
"And what was so important that you had to send him back to his classroom and get us caught?"
"For the last time I didn't know you two were in the fricking classroom"
"I know but the way you said it, it sounded like you done it intentionally" Quinn's lips twitched up into a smile. "Fricking?"
"Brittany wants me to cut back on the swearing" Santana muttered and Quinn laughed. "But I'm sorry that you guys got caught, I really didn't know you two were going to be in there. So are you going to forgive me now?"
"Forgive what?" said a calm voice and Quinn looked up to see that it belonged to a standing Brittany. She watched as Brittany sat next to Santana and pecked her on her cheek.
"Nothing, it was a misunderstanding and it's in the past now" said Quinn, smiling at Santana, whose face showed relief and gratitude.
"Where'd you go?" Santana asked Brittany, turning to face her.
"I went to speak to Mike about the tickets" Brittany turned her blue eyes the colour of sapphire on to Quinn and stared at her fondly. "I didn't say it was for you and Rachel, but for you and a friend because I didn't know if you wanted me to say anything or not"
"Thanks" said Quinn softly.
"No problem. Anyway, he said he'll talk to Aaron and see what he can do"
"Seriously, if you need anything at all, I'll give it to you" said Quinn ecstatic. "Thank you so much Brittany"
Quinn saw Brittany smile brightly and she smiled back. When Brittany and Santana started to talk about their time together last night, Quinn decided to retreat in to her thoughts, not wanting to pry into their conversation.
Everything was going more or less to plan for her second date with Rachel. She had already picked out the spot for after they went to the theatre.
It was a perfect restaurant that she and her family used to go to on special occasions. She hadn't made reservations yet but the owner practically knew her and all she had to do was call him and say when. It was fancier than Breadstix and the service was amazing, plus when she called them up a couple weeks ago, she found out that they actually prepared vegan-friendly food. It would be the best date that Quinn had ever pulled off and the most expensive. That was probably the only hitch in Quinn's plan. She had two hundred dollars to her name at the moment and that was just for the restaurant. Quinn wasn't familiar with the way theatre's worked but she knew that, factoring the seating, some tickets were over three hundred dollars. Of course Brittany's friend could knock down the price a considerable amount but that still meant that she'd have to pay something within the hundreds area.
Where am I even going to find that type of money? She thought, and she unconsciously stroked her chin.
She realised that the only way she could get that type of money was from her mother. But her mother wasn't exactly in the right frame of mind at the moment. She wasn't the mother Quinn knew, she was changed and there wasn't a way that Quinn could just ask her for money like she used to without getting in to some sort of argument.
Quinn thought about asking her father but dismissed the thought before it could be expanded upon. She wasn't speaking to her father and she knew how he would react.
You don't ask for me Quinn Fabray, and now that I finally speak to you, you ask me for money? Typical Fabray women Quinn imagined her father saying, and she grimaced.
"Hey Quinn!" Quinn was brought back out of her thoughts and stared at Santana and Brittany, who were looking at her quietly.
"Sorry, was just thinking" said Quinn and she sighed.
"We were just asking you what you want from the cafeteria since we're going to get something to eat"
"I'll come with" said Quinn and she got out of her chair and stretched.
After she stretched and looked up at the light blue sky, she walked over to Santana and Brittany and together all three of them walked out of the courtyard and into the cafeteria.
o.x.o.x.o.x.o.x.o
"It's not funny" said Rachel, blushing.
"You two were caught" said Kurt and he laughed.
"It was just a one-time thing, we've never been caught except for now" Rachel whispered. "It was just bad luck"
"That's some bad luck. To be caught and sent straight to Figgins. You guys need to step up your game"
"Hey, our game is fine" said Rachel sounding hurt. "We'll be cautious next time"
They were in the cafeteria hall and sitting at the same table as yesterday. Rachel felt that the room had become crowded than it was yesterday and she could have sworn she felt eyes watching her and Kurt. On more than one occasion, she caught sight of three people staring at her with mystified expressions before turning their heads sharply when her eyes fell on them.
Kurt chuckled before taking a sip of his coffee and Rachel sighed.
"And anyway, where did you go yesterday?" Rachel asked, changing the topic.
"Home?"
Rachel cocked her head to the side and frowned at Kurt, who was looking at her with shrugged shoulders.
"You know what I mean" said Rachel, irritated. "You were right behind me when we heading to the courtyard to see Quinn and then you just disappeared"
"Oh that" said Kurt sounding ashamed. "I'm sorry, I forgot something and had to pick it up"
"What did you forget that you had to take the whole of lunch to get it?"
Rachel watched Kurt roll his eyes and his fingers tap on their lunch table in a steady One-Two rhythm. He was silent, the only sound coming from the rowdy students around them and the steady tapping of his fingers until finally he sighed.
"Promise to tell no one?"
"Promise"
Kurt cleared his throat and Rachel watched as he shifted in his chair and leant closer to her.
"Someone paid me a visit and I couldn't refuse" Kurt Whispered and he leant back, smiling.
Rachel clapped enthusiastically before stopping herself. She had seen the signs before when Kurt had started dating Blaine. He would disappear whenever they were together and start looking slightly more tired than usual, which he did today with his tired blue eyes staring at her.
"Who is it?" she asked, sounding slightly giddy. "Is it someone I know? Who is it?"
"Relax. It is someone you know, but I'm not telling you, not yet anyway" said Kurt and he smiled at Rachel Mischievously.
"Come on, tell me" Rachel persisted and pleading him with her eyes.
"Some other time when we aren't in a crowded lunch hall" Kurt said with finality in his tone and Rachel knew he wasn't going to budge.
They didn't speak for a moment, only staring down at their drinks.
"Can I at least ask if he is treating you okay?" Rachel asked, hoping she didn't sound too annoying to Kurt.
Kurt was silent, his eyes finally looking up at Rachel and he seemed to study her features carefully. He bit down on his bottom lip and grinned. "He's treating me fine"
Rachel grinned widely before clearing her throat. "Good" she said, hoping she sounded relaxed and took another long sip from her drink.
o.x.o.x.o.x.o.x.o
Quinn sighed in relief as she sat down in the Berry's comfortable burgundy sofa that was in their rather large living room. It was early evening, the sky darkening a deep purple colour, with white specs for stars shining within it.
Quinn's back felt as if it was lying on thousands of soft feathered pillows that moulded themselves to it perfectly. She relaxed her body even more, the tension leaking away and she rested her right hand on the sofa's armrest.
"Comfortable Quinn?" asked Hiram Berry cheerfully and Quinn watched as he walked from the living room's doorframe and sat in one of the burgundy recliners in front her, slipping off the slippers on his feet.
"Yes Mister-" Quinn stopped herself when she saw Hiram pull a face that said "Quinn, you should know better by now" and she smiled weakly. "Yes Hiram" she said correcting herself, and she saw him nod.
"Honestly Quinn, there is no need for you to be formal with me and Leroy! You're practically part of the family now"
Quinn blushed. She didn't know how to respond to Hiram's kind words.
They already consider me part of the family Quinn thought and she felt a sudden fondness in her chest. The Berry's were nice people and they were the most laid back parents Quinn had ever met. They were the most loving, funniest and caring parent's she knew and they loved Rachel so much.
"Quinn, get your butt up here!" Quinn heard Rachel call from upstairs and she reluctantly got up from the sofa, yawning.
"Tired?" Hiram asked, looking at Quinn fondly.
"Yeah, it was an exhausting day. Spanish isn't for the feint hearted"
"Quinn!" Rachel called again and Hiram smiled.
"I'll let you go. I'm glad you came over today Quinn, it's really nice having you stay. I just hope your mother doesn't mind"
Quinn's mood dampened slightly at the thought of her mother.
When Quinn had phoned her mother to say she wasn't coming home today and was staying at the Berrys, her mother had scoff at her over the phone and put the phone down. Quinn tried calling her back twice but her mother never picked up, so she left it.
Quinn suppressed a grimaced and instead laughed nervously. "She was fine with it; she says that she gets more done when I'm not there"
Hiram laughed and he reached for the lever underneath his armrest and pulled. The chair reclined and Hiram sighed in relief.
"Last chance Fabray before I come down there myself!"
"Alright!" Quinn shouted back.
She gave a rush goodnight to Hiram and exited the living room and into the hall leading up to the stairs. She turned and faced the stairs before she looked up and her breath caught in her throat.
Rachel was standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at Quinn with a small smile and lust-filled eyes. Her brunette hair fell to her shoulders and the chandelier's light shone directly on to it, all the while casting shadows that brought out the lustful intent in her brown eyes.
Quinn's eyes looked Rachel up and down, studying her carefully and realised that Rachel was only wearing a light pink t-shirt.
No, that's not just any t-shirt Quinn thought and she looked at it closely before she realised that it was her own.
"Can you hurry up?" Rachel hissed and Quinn finally looked up at her face, seeing it go an even pinker shade. "Hurry up before my dad sees me like this"
Quinn was silent and at a loss for words. Her eyes moved down to Rachel's thighs taking them in and she imagined them in her grasp, her fingers gliding down them slowly. Her lips were parted and her throat felt as if it was bone dry.
She watched as Rachel smiled and tried stretching the t-shirt further down to cover her thighs, but it was no use, the T-shirt sprang back up and revealed she was wearing bright yellow frilly laced underwear.
"Run" was all Quinn said, and she dashed up the stairs while Rachel giggled and ran straight to her bedroom.
Quinn ran straight into Rachel's bedroom and stopped when she saw Rachel lying on the bed, smiling up at her slyly with her finger on the corner of her lips.
Quinn made sure to close Rachel's bedroom door and lock it before she slowly walked over to the foot of Rachel's bed.
"That's my T-shirt" said Quinn and she bit down on her bottom lip as she rested her hands on the mattress.
"That it is" said Rachel and she moved her finger from the corner of her lips to twirl strands of her hair. "I hope you don't mind me borrowing it"
"You're really pushing your luck Berry" said Quinn, barely audible.
"I didn't quite catch that" said Rachel, sultry. "Did you want it back?" she raised her eyebrows.
"I think it'd look better on the floor" said Quinn and she smiled.
Quinn moved her hands further along the mattress and started to crawl on top of the bed, the sensation making Quinn feel as if she was a child climbing in to her parent's bed when she had a nightmare. She was on all fours and started to crawl over to Rachel, her movements as graceful as a lioness wondering to her mate, all the while grinning at a smirking Rachel.
"I quite like it on me actually" said Rachel, watching as Quinn's hands took hold of her ankles.
Quinn's fingers tip-toed along Rachel's ankles slowly, before Quinn decided to crawl forward, her fingers moving upwards with her. They traced her calves and the smoothness of her legs slowly. Quinn wanted this to last as long as possible, to feel every inch of Rachel's body.
Quinn stopped crawling when she was in between Rachel's legs and looking down at her face. Rachel's mouth was still up in a smirk. Quinn's hands took hold of Rachel's own and pinned them down so that she couldn't move.
"No distractions, now It's my turn to take control" said Quinn slyly as she stared down into Rachel's rich brown eyes.
"Who says I didn't want that" said Rachel and she brought her head up to Quinns and planted her lips on hers.
Quinn moved her lips slowly, wanting this kiss to be slower unlike when they were in the classroom at school. She gradually took her time, tasting Rachel's pear lip-gloss and smelling the strawberry moisturizer that was coming from her skin and stifling her senses. Quinn felt Rachel's lips press harder against her own and realised that Rachel's hands were trying to break free from Quinn's hold. But Quinn's grip stayed firm, not letting Rachel's hands go which seemed to frustrate her as she started to kiss Quinn with a sudden intensity.
After five minutes passed, Quinn stopped the kiss, her chest heaving up and down, before she immediately started to kiss the base of Rachel's neck, her lips slowly brushing along her jugular until they moved all the way down to the start of her collarbone.
"Wait"
Quinn looked up at Rachel, who was frowning suddenly, her eyebrows knitting together and her eyes staring down at Quinn.
"What's wrong?" Quinn asked and she started kissing Rachel's collar bone again and working her way back up to the base of her neck.
"Nothing" said Rachel.
"Are you sure?" Quinn said in between the kisses she planted on Rachel's neck before her lips met her earlobe.
Quinn felt Rachel shudder and heard her release a short gasp.
"We have to stop" said Rachel hurriedly. "We can't do anymore"
Quinn rolled her eyes and let go of Rachel's hands and moved away from Rachel to lie beside her. She stared up at the ceiling with her hands resting on her stomach, feeling frustrated that Rachel had made her stop.
"I'm sorry" Rachel said weakly and Quinn felt Rachel's head rest on her shoulder. "I know that you wanted to do more"
"You keep stopping me whenever we do anything" said Quinn, her voice louder than normal. "There's only so much teasing I can take Rachel"
"I know and I'm sorr-
"Stop saying sorry and give me an explanation as to why we can't just have fun, and don't bring up your dating rules" Quinn said angrily and she looked down at Rachel.
She watched as Rachel started to play with the hem of her shirt, avoiding her gaze.
"I just don't want to rush things too quickly" she said, her voice low and Quinn's heart tightened, already starting to feel guilty. "I know that you're probably thinking I'm being a prude but I really care about you Quinn and these rules help show me that I'm not just some girl that you can say that you had sex with"
"I don't think you're a prude, It's just" Quinn paused before she sighed and kissed Rachel's forehead. "All we seem to do is kiss and there's so much more than kissing that we could be doing"
"I know but it'll be that much better when the time is right" said Rachel and she rested her hand on Quinn's stomach.
"But when will the time be right though Rachel?" Quinn asked.
"Soon" said Rachel and Quinn felt Rachel peck her cheek. "I can promise you that"