She has been awake since 5 and out of bed since 6.

Immediately upon opening her eyes, she wanted to roll out of bed and get started on apartment hunting. But then she made the mistake of rolling over and found a sleeping Rachel and all plans of leaving bed were forgotten.

Her hair could be an exact replica of a bird's nest, she is snoring lightly, and as usual, there is a small trail of saliva drooling from her mouth.

Quinn wonders how Rachel at her worst is still so beautiful. Still so breathtaking.

She scoots closer and wraps her up tighter in her arms, which Rachel does not reject. In fact, she only scoots back further into Quinn's grasp so that they are pressed completely together, Quinn's front to Rachel's back.

Quinn can recall a time in a high school when boys would try to hold her like this. She can also remember a time when she would quickly put them back in their place and let them know that she in no way wanted their junk pressed against her. She can remember hating the feeling of being in their arms because their bodies were always so massive. Their hold always seemed possessive, never comforting, when they wrapped around her.

But here and now, holding Rachel the same way they held her, is so different.

She can't exactly speak for Rachel, but to her they just fit together. Rachel fits perfectly in her arms. They don't have to try, or move around until they find a comfortable position. They always just seem to fall into it effortlessly.

Which makes it so much harder to leave Rachel when the clock strikes 6 and she knows she can no longer lay here. She is getting restless and she has so much to do.

Today, she is making it her mission to check out a few suitable, affordable apartments for her and Rachel.

She isn't exactly sure where to start looking, but she turns on her tablet prepared to start at square one, as she blows on her green tea to get her day started.

She needs to have a few options available by 9 a.m., the time that Rachel is going to meet Kurt and his boyfriend so that while Rachel is getting coffee, she can go scope out the places.

She knows that Rachel wants to be all about togetherness, but she herself is about efficiency. And she already knows that Rachel is picky. She also knows that if the places that sound good on paper aren't as impressive in person, Rachel will complain. Openly. To the landlord. Rachel will stage a storm out. Rachel will write a letter to whomever owns the building space and she will see to it that something is done about its awful quality, while also guaranteeing that no one will want to let them sign a lease by the time Rachel is done.

So she will find 3 or 4 places now to check out while Rachel gets coffee, just to make sure that they are as lovely as they claim to be.

It takes her a bit of time to sort through all available apartments in their area. She types in all of the criteria that she knows she and Rachel would want, but with so many specifications, it only yields 3 results. She figures that will do for now. She probably only has time for 3 anyway.

By the time she writes down their addresses and maps them all out to figure out where to start and end, it's just after 7.

She has just enough time to surprise Rachel with breakfast.

Breakfast in bed, even.

I'm going to make her wish she had never suggested time apart.

Quinn works quickly to prepare a breakfast of star shaped pancakes and eggs, Rachel's favorite, and an acai bowl for herself.

7:28.

Rachel's alarm is set to go off at 7:30, so Quinn quickly puts everything on a serving tray and as quickly as she can walk with a glass of orange juice, she hurries to the room to beat the clock. She manages to turn the clock alarm off just before it ticks 7:30.

"Raaaachel." She calls quietly, easing Rachel out of her dreams and into reality.

"Rachel, baby. Wake up." Her voice is a little louder and Rachel finally begins to stir.

Rachel awakens but doesn't even bother opening her eyes. She turns and reaches out to Quinn's side of the bed but is immediately disappointed to find no one. She thought for sure that she had heard Quinn's voice, but she supposes it was all in her head.

"Good morning Rachel."

Rachel jumps a little and turns towards the voice, realizing that she had heard Quinn's voice after all.

She is crouched down by Rachel's side of the bed, smiling at how cute sleepy, scared Rachel is.

"Quuiiin, you need to—"

"Yeah, announce myself, I know." Quinn laughs lowly.

"Yes, and I stand by that." Rachel cuddles deeper into the sheets and closes her eyes.

"What time is it? Come back to bed."

Quinn can't help herself. She reaches her arm out to move the hair gently away from Rachel's face.

"I would love nothing more but it's time to get up. It's 7:30."

Rachel groans. "Nooo, I set my alarm and it has yet to go off. There's still tiiiime."

Quinn laughs again, now running her fingers across Rachel's cheek, soothing her almost back to sleep.

"Tell you what, you can stay in bed just a little longer, okay?"

"But what about you? Are you going to join me?" She whines as Quinn stands back up to grab the tray of food from the top of the dresser.

"I am. I made you breakfast and now we're going to enjoy it in bed."

Rachel's jaw drops as she sits up a little and what she sees confirms that Quinn is in fact telling the truth.

"You…made me breakfast?" She sounds in awe.

"I did." Quinn is beaming, knowing that she has just earned some major points.

She puts the food down gently on the bed after Rachel takes her glass of orange juice and puts it on her night stand.

"I've never been treated to breakfast in bed. What's the occasion?" She asks excitedly as Quinn hands her a warm plate of pancakes and eggs. Well, egg substitute.

"No occasion. Just because it's Saturday and you're my best friend and I love you."

It's Rachel's turn to beam at Quinn's words.

"Well thank you baby." She leans forward with her lips pursed and Quinn eagerly leans in to give her a peck. When Rachel tries to deepen it, Quinn pulls away almost immediately.

"Ah ah, no way. Brush your teeth first. I love you despite a lot of things, but morning breath is not one of them."

They both share a laugh, but instead of going to grab her tooth brush, Rachel begins to dig into her breakfast.

"Fine. Then no kiss for you."

Quinn shrugs, "I think I'll live."

"Heyyy, if you're going to make me breakfast in bed, you have to be nice and sweet to me," Rachel pouts.

"Me making you breakfast was me being nice and sweet. Now shut up and eat."

Rachel says nothing further. She just shakes her head and begins pulling apart her pancake and dipping it in syrup, the smile never leaving her face.

"So," she says after taking a few minutes to chew, "what's on your schedule today?"

"Well, I was thinking of walking with you to the coffee shop. I would like to meet Kurt, if that's okay."

"Oh yes! That would be great! Then we could test out our relationship on him! You know, he's the first person we'll be telling that we haven't known for an extended period of time. So I believe he'll make an excellent test subject."

That's not at all what Quinn had in mind. She just wanted to scope the guy out, see what his deal was. She has a feeling she won't like him and wants to turn that feeling into fact. But she says none of that to Rachel.

"Test subject?"

"Yes, Quinn, we need to test the authenticity of our relationship from an outside perspective. Someone who is meeting us for the very first time has to believe that we really do belong together."

Quinn supposes Rachel is right. She hadn't quite thought of it before, but they really haven't told anybody that they haven't known for an extended part of their lives. So this will be the perfect time to test whether or not their relationship is believable from someone meeting them for the very first time.

Of course, Quinn knows how easy this will be. She already feels like she belongs with Rachel. So it shouldn't be difficult to convince a random stranger of this.

"Okay, that's a great idea."

Rachel nods her appreciation of Quinn's approval.

"Anything else on your plate?"

"Umm, I would love to head to the farmer's market. Grab a few items for recipes that just aren't as fresh in stores."

Good. Not a complete lie. That is something she would love to do. She just won't have the time.

"Ooooh, that sounds like fun! Okay, well, it looks like we both have a big day ahead of us!"

Quinn nods silently, not willing to lie and evade any more than she has to.

"I'm meeting Kurt at the cafe 9, so I should probably get in the shower."

Quinn nods as she prepares to take Rachel's now empty plate. But Rachel grabs her wrist gently to stop her.

"Let me get this. You cooked."

Quinn is almost a little hesitant to say yes, knowing what happens when she doesn't help Rachel clean, but she lets go of the plate anyway.

"Thank…you."

Rachel giggles at her hesitance. "You're welcome. And thank you for making me breakfast." Rachel leans in to give her a kiss on the cheek, which causes her to flush a bit.

"Anytime." She mumbles back.

Quinn is lying in bed for a moment contemplating what she's going to wear for the day, when Rachel traipses back into the room.

"Did you…did you still want to go to the bank today? After my coffee thing?" Rachel asks quietly, clearly unsure of herself.

"Oh, yeah. Absolutely! I'll make sure to grab the proof of residence and whatever else we'll need."

"Okay, great!" Rachel smiles widely, even though Quinn can't see it because Rachel is reaching into her drawer to grab clothes for her shower.

Quinn smiles at Rachel's excitement and gets up to head towards the closet.

She decides on a sundress and a pair of heels. She doesn't know this Kurt fellow, and she isn't sure if she wants to, but she doesn't want to look like a mess when she meets him for the first time. Much like her father, she is a firm believer in first impressions.

When they are both dressed and ready for the day, Quinn grabs her purse and Rachel's hand and they walked the three blocks to the coffee shop.

Based on Rachel's apt description, she spots him from at least 50 feet away. He's wearing a pair of impossibly tight red jeans and a tucked in deep blue button up shirt. Between those two colors and his skin tone, he reminds Quinn of the American flag.

He's sitting next to a man that looks slightly more tan, but is certainly dressed just as flamboyantly, with tight black jeans that leave his ankles exposed. His black Oxfords shine brightly, as if newly polished, which instantly gains Quinn's respect. His pressed white shirt is also tucked in, and he has a blue bowtie to match Kurt's shirt perfectly. What should be a tacky combination between the two of them is actually quite impressive and Quinn is forced to admit that they are quite a stylish couple.

"Hey Rach. Do you think those two guys right there are gay?"

Rachel laughs loudly and squeezes Quinn's hand.

"You know what? I'm going to go out on a huge limb and say yes. Kurt is the one in the red pants. And Blaine is the one with the bowtie. Kurt's shown me like a hundred pictures and I swear he has a bowtie on in every single one!"

They laugh lightly, before steeling their faces with wide smiles and preparing to meet the two men.

Kurt is the first to see them of the two, immediately standing and greeting them.

"Rachel Berry!"

Rachel lets go of Quinn's hand to hug Kurt as Quinn and Blaine stand awkwardly just watching.

"Kurt! Hi!" They hug tightly for a few moments before Kurt pulls back and then looks over at Quinn.

"Oh my goodness, I did not know she was going to be so beautiful!" Kurt nearly yells.

Rachel beams at the compliment, but Quinn is surprised at how offended she is.

Obviously she knows she's beautiful. Her parents always introduced her as their "beautiful little girl". The other girls in her grade had often commented on how jealous they were of her looks, especially behind her back. And of course, it seemed like every man she had ever come across had complimented her on her absolute and indescribable beauty.

But in this moment, Kurt's statement sounds downright rude. It sounds like "Based on your appearance, Rachel, I expected your fiancée to be less attractive."

But any negative feelings she harbors, she tucks them away and holds the smile on her face. She waits for Kurt to extend his hand to her, refusing to initiate the handshake, and when he does she slowly lifts her hand and shakes his firmly. Probably too firmly, actually, because she can see the almost imperceptible wince on his face as she squeezes.

"Hmm." She says passively, not caring how pretty he finds her to be. "Quinn Fabray." She is very short with him and out of the corner of her eye, she can see Rachel frown slightly.

She's being rude and surely Rachel will lecture her about it later, but right now, she doesn't care. She does not like Kurt Hummel one bit.

He seems to notice this and tries to flatter her.

"You are positively beautiful! This hair!" He tries to reach out and touch her hair, but she is not having that and skillfully steps away from his eager hands and closer to Rachel.

"Thank you." She nods curtly at him before turning fully towards Rachel and stepping back into her personal space.

"Can I get you coffee?" she asks quietly, intimately.

Rachel's frown is immediately replaced with a soft smile as Quinn turns all of her attention towards her.

"Yeah, I'll have my usual soy latte, please?"

"It's hot out, you sure you don't want it iced?"

"No, you know I don't believe in cold coffee. Hot please."

Quinn smiles widely at her antics and prepares to turn away when Rachel takes the initiative to ask either Kurt or Blaine if they want something.

Blaine says 'no thank you' kindly, but Kurt thinks for a moment before deciding. "Yes, actually, could you just get me a bottle of water? I am parched."

Quinn's upper lip moves upward, as if she is trying to snarl in distaste. She wants to comment on how this isn't Downton Abbey so there's really no need to talk that way. But when Rachel places her hand on her waist, she just nods politely.

"Anything else?" she asks Rachel. "You want a bran muffin?"

Rachel thinks for a moment before deciding that she is fine without the muffin.

"But thank you, baby."

Quinn nods, and trails her hand down the arm that's attached to her hip. When their hands finally meet, Quinn squeezes it affectionately and whispers, "Be right back."

Rachel watches her go for a moment before sitting down at the table the men have chosen. It's far too warm to be sitting outside and normally Rachel would be eager to mention such a thing, but first impressions are everything and she needs Kurt to like her, to not regret working with her. So all of her diva-like tendencies must stay hidden a little longer, until they've developed a strong working relationship.

So for now she just sits and nods at whatever Kurt is saying, until he finally says something that garners her attention.

"Umm, so she's certainly more beautiful than anything I could've imagined, but I…she seems a little rude."

Blaine immediately leans forward and corrects him. "No no, she wasn't rude Kurt. Just a bit standoffish, maybe," he shrugs, "I'm sure once we know each other a little better, we'll all be great friends!"

He tries to remain positive, so Kurt smiles and attempts to reflect that positivity but Rachel knows Quinn well enough to know that it's a lost cause.

There is hope for Blaine, but Quinn does not like Kurt and now she probably never will. No matter how wonderful and sweet he proves to be, no matter how successful he makes her, Quinn will never consider him a friend because to Quinn Fabray, first impressions are the most powerful. Her first impression of you will build either a long lasting friendship or a timeless dislike.

Which is probably why she has exactly two friends, Rachel thinks to herself before deciding to speak up for her fiancée.

"Honestly, she's always like that. She's a bit of a tough nut to crack, but…" She stares at Quinn ordering their coffee through the glass window and can't help but smile. She appears to be speaking intensely and Rachel knows that she's trying to explain to the barista how Rachel likes her soy latte so that hopefully it will only take one attempt to make it properly.

"But I kind of love her."

Blaine coos at her and Kurt just smiles politely and she already knows that for as long as he's in her life, those two will be at odds. She only hopes that it doesn't affect her work with Kurt because the last thing she wants to have to do is find another agent.

The table is awkwardly silent for a few minutes as Kurt and Blaine each take sips of their iced drinks and stare at the passers-by.

Until finally, Quinn returns with Rachel's latte, Kurt's water, her own iced tea, and a bran muffin.

"You took too long thinking…so I figured somewhere deep down, you wanted the muffin."

Quinn kisses her cheek softly before sitting next to Rachel, who is smiling uncontrollably.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Kurt must get tired of them staring at each other because he eventually cuts in, rather loudly.

"Well, it's pretty warm out so we should probably get right to it."

He and Blaine both lean forward again, prepared to get down to business so Rachel pulls a pen from her pocket as well as a small note pad.

"Yes! Now, this whole meeting was about my look and everything right? So tell me everything I need to know."

"For starters," Kurt leans over and snatches the items out of her hand. "No more of that. No more pulling things out of your pocket. Carry a damn purse Rachel."

Rachel nods seriously, jotting this down mentally.

Quinn smirks from her chair because that's what she's been telling Rachel for years. But Rachel is afraid that if she carries a purse, it will be the equivalent of a neon sign flashing the words 'MUG ME'.

But Kurt's tone is all seriousness and no-nonsense so Rachel seems to take it to heart.

"But don't worry," Blaine cuts in, "We'll get you so many beautiful bags that you'll be dying to carry them out and show them off."

Rachel nods and takes a sip of her latte. It's much too hot, so she slides it over to Quinn, who removes the top and blows on it gently.

This is a routine they have mastered since they were old enough to drink coffee. Rachel gets a hot beverage, realizes it's far too hot for her mouth, and Quinn cools it down just enough so that Rachel can consume it. After years of practice, she knows just the temperature Rachel is comfortable with and blows and sips it lightly until the drink matches that temperature.

Quinn blows lightly and looks back up to follow the conversation.

"—cannot wait to see you in it! You're going to look simply divine! And we're definitely going to have to get you out of these frumpy shirts, they are not flattering at all."

"I-I like this shirt."

"Hey, watch it."

Rachel and Quinn both speak at the same time. But Rachel's voice is soft and meek while Quinn's is commanding in an almost scary way. Rachel reaches out and places her hand on Quinn's thigh to calm her and Quinn immediately reaches down to lace their fingers together.

Kurt immediately backtracks, "No, well, of course they're very nice shirts, but not quite Broadway bound material!"

"What Kurt means is that you have to dress for the job you want! He means no offense."

Quinn scoffs, but Rachel nods understandingly. She gets it. How often does she see celebrities walking around in cat sweaters and plaid skirts with knee highs?

"That makes sense. So, do I just…wear whatever you tell me?"

"It's not as demanding as you might think. We'll find several different styles that fit you best, and Kurt will design your dresses for any big events, but for everything else, we'll need to shop. You'll need to pick a favorite designer, that way you'll be established as a brand favorite."

"What…what is a brand favorite?" Rachel looks over to Quinn instinctively, always looking to her first for answers.

"It's an informal term for when celebrities endorse brands just by wearing their products. If you continuously make statements like 'I love Rolex' or 'I only wear Rolex' they'll eventually label you as a brand favorite and send you one or two of their nicest watches, just for favoriting the brand publicly. But that's a ways down the road, babe."

Blaine nods eagerly.

"It is, but we want to get it established early. That's our big focus with you. We want you to appear natural and fresh to the scene. We want you to be just Broadway enough to fit in, but not so much so that you blend into the background."

"Exactly! We want you to be like girl next door meets Broadway chic! We want to make you cool and sexy, but also approachable and likable."

"But…I already am approachable and likable." Rachel says insecurely.

"Right, but we want to capitalize on that. We want to turn you into Broadway's Sweetheart, who never says no to a picture or an autograph. Trust us, honey, by the time we're through, the crowd won't be able to get enough of you."

Kurt is too much for Quinn and she's eager to leave now. Everything he says ends with an upward voice inflection and she knows if she had to spend all day with him, she would walk away with a mind numbing headache.

But Rachel is now talking animatedly next to her and again her enthusiasm increases because what makes Rachel happy has always made her happy too.

Eventually, she finds a moment where there is a lapse in conversation and decides to excuse herself then.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you gentlemen," she says only making eye contact with Blaine, "But I should get going."

Rachel smiles morphs into a frown instantly. "Do you have to go? You could do the market tomorrow."

Quinn shakes her head, apologetically. "Nope, today is the day. Besides, you all have so much to discuss. And pretty soon, I'll get bored. And once I get bored-"

"You'll get crabby and whiny," Rachel finishes, rolling her eyes.

"That's right, my love. I will." She stands up and Rachel does the same.

"But I'll meet you right back here in a few hours, okay? Just text me when you're almost done."

Rachel nods then leans in to hug her. It's a little too warm to be hugging for long periods of time, but Rachel holds her tight anyway, sad to see her leave.

"I love you," she says, with her cheek to Quinn's chest.

Quinn kisses the top of her head, being almost a head taller than her now in her own heeled Oxfords.

"Love you too, hot stuff." Rachel pulls away and laughs heartily at that.

And just for good measure, so that any nonbelievers may know just how crazy she is about Rachel, she places her hands on Rachel's hips and leans in just a little closer.

"Essas palavras aleatórias soam bem para qualquer pessoa que não fala português."

Rachel's eyebrows furrow immensely, having no clue what Quinn has said. But she knows it has something to do with Portuguese. Which is weird…because she was speaking in Portuguese, that much Rachel is certain of.

But the look in Quinn's eyes is a relatively familiar one, the one that says 'Just go with it', and so she does. She forces her cheeks to do a little blush, a practiced habit and smiles up adoringly at Quinn.

"So I'll just text you when I'm done then."

"Yes ma'am. And I'll come running." And with that, she kisses Rachel on the cheek one more time before grabbing her purse and departing.

"Nice meeting you both," Quinn says rather half-heartedly, but both men smile and return the sentiment anyway, before she heads down the street to her first destination.

Once they believe she is out of earshot, Kurt leans forward dramatically.

"Oh. My. God. Where did you find her and where can I get one?!" He shrieks.

"Hey!" Blaine jumps in.

"I'm sorry sweetheart," he says patting Blaine's hand that's resting on the table. "But that is the sort of woman you leave a man for."

Rachel just laughs and blushes further, this time naturally.

"I don't know, I guess I just…got really really lucky." Rachel says smiling down at her own coffee.

"Um yes you did!" Kurt huffs out. "I would die if Blaine ever spoke Spanish to me."

"Oh, it's actually Portuguese." Quinn has spoken it on very rare occasion, but she is not fluent, like her father.

But Rachel knows absolutely no Portuguese, so when they ask her what Quinn said, it's a miracle that she comes up with an answer as quickly as she does.

"She said...I love you so much the only words strong enough to express that are in Portuguese."

"Oh my god... Is she always like that? Such a romantic?" Blaine says, placing his hand on his chin and sighing with a smile.

Rachel nods, smiling broadly. "Pretty much. She made me breakfast in bed and cooks my favorites all the time. She is the absolute best."

"Ugh, all that and she was disgustingly beautiful," Kurt suddenly exclaims. He almost sounds angry, but Rachel knows exactly what he means. That is the definition of Quinn. So effortlessly beautiful that it makes you sick with appreciative anger.

"She has this timeless look about her." Blaine says, as if he's daydreaming.

And all of this over her fiancée?

These are the days when she feels like entering into this contract was the best idea Quinn has ever had.

Because she has someone who loves her now. Someone that the people will love and adore and Quinn does an excellent job of somehow deflecting all of the attention aimed at her and putting it back on Rachel.

Now, even though Quinn is the 'timeless beauty', it is Rachel that gets to have her. And Rachel must admit, that she is impressed with even herself right now.

She just continues to beam as the two men compare Quinn to the Hepburns, for once not at all eager to change the conversation back to herself.

She is talking a mile a minute as they walk back to Quinn's apartment later that afternoon. One hand is securely laced with Quinn's and the other is gesturing so wildly that other pedestrians sometimes have to duck just to avoid being hit.

If Rachel hears their complaints, she is doing an excellent job ignoring them.

She has a bright future ahead of her and Quinn beside her and nothing can kill her good mood today.

"Quinn this seriously just so surreal. It's one thing to imagine Broadway, but with Kurt it all just feels so possible. I mean, naturally, I could've made it on my own in due time but he's so knowledgeable and I feel like I can trust him, you know. He and Blaine. Oh, also! I forgot to ask. Between the two of them, they want a 15% commission…is that reasonable? Should I agree or try to persuade them to take it down to 10?"

Quinn thinks quietly for a moment, doing the math in her head. If Rachel uses $50,000 from their now shared bank account and she makes $150,000 from her first show, which is the estimated cost that a professional on a 6 month run makes, she would be left with $95,000 after paying back her "loan" with 10% interest. They now have two bank accounts. One for work related funds which accrues better interest and the other a personal account for the two of them with both a checking and a savings. If she also agreed to give Kurt and Blaine 15%, she would be left with $72,500. Which is more than enough for Rachel to live on for six months, especially considering that all of their money is shared now.

Though the price for Kurt and Blaine seems steep at first glance, she considers that having only one client to focus on and the cost of living in New York and any travel that they may have to do makes it quite a good deal.

"15% is very reasonable. Typically one person may take 20%, so they've probably been very modest. Besides, at any given time, you probably won't make much more than $200,000 so it's a fair deal. Are you happy with it?"

Rachel nods profusely, glad that Quinn agrees with her. "I am! I believe that Kurt and Blaine are going to take me to new heights and I think they should be well compensated for that! I don't just want to be coworkers, I really want us all to be friends, you know?"

Quinn hears the statement, but also the underlying message as well. What Rachel really means is that she wants Quinn to be nicer to Kurt because she wants them to all get along.

"Hmm." Quinn mumbles noncommittally.

"Quinn, I'm serious! He may be around for quite a long time and you're going to have to find some way to deal with that and the easiest solution is to just be friends. He doesn't have to be your best friend and you don't have to go to the movies together or anything but just be nice to him! For me!"

"Hmm." Quinn says again. But this time, Rachel knows she's been heard and that her request for kindness is being considered.

Quinn lets the silence linger for a moment before finding the courage to speak up. "Speaking of movies, did you want to go? We can just show up and see the next thing playing. We haven't done that in a while."

Quinn isn't particularly in the mood for a movie, but a movie guarantees her at least 2 more hours with Rachel, knowing that though they are walking towards Quinn's apartment, Rachel probably isn't going to come up, lest she be tempted to stay another night.

"I…I probably should get back to the hotel actually. It's been a really big day."

Silence lingers between them. Quinn is beyond disappointed, thinking for sure that Rachel would have liked more time with her as well. These days, Rachel is the clingier of the two and yet here she is, turning Quinn down.

"Oh…okay." Her voice sounds stoic, but she's anything but.

Rachel looks over at her Quinn and wants to change her mind almost immediately. To the untrained eye, Quinn looks like she doesn't care but Rachel knows better than to believe that. Which makes her heart soar in a way. Quinn missed her. Quinn wanted to spend more time with her. Both of these were feelings Rachel herself was familiar with, as she had sat in her hotel every evening after work just longing for her call or her kiss or even just her smile. She decides that she doesn't want a repeat week of that and decides to do them both a favor.

"But! How about I come over for dinner sometime next week and we can have a movie night? We'll just say screw it and stay up all night going back and forth choosing movies! Do you think you're up for it?" Rachel challenges with a smirk.

Quinn lights up immediately and rises to the challenge. "Me?! I bet you lunch that you'll be asleep by midnight!"

"Ha! Okay, fine. But if I stay up past midnight, even just one minute, you owe me lunch Quinn Fabray! From Capelli's! A mozzarella Panini!"

"Fine, but if you fall asleep, I want pita and hummus from Pita Passion!"

"Quinn! That is so far!"

"That's why I'm asking for it! I'm going to make you suffer for falling asleep on me! Do we have a deal?"

They unlace their fingers so that Rachel can use her right hand to shake hands with Quinn's.

"Deal."

Quinn smiles widely as if she's already won. "I am so excited for that hummus."

"Then you're probably going to need to set aside some time to get that next week."

"Nope, actually that's what my amazing fiancée is for." Quinn brings Rachel's hand up to kiss it and her lips seem to take away any of the annoyance Rachel feels.

"Anyway! What's on your schedule for the week?"

"Work. Dinner with you. Lunch from you. I anticipate a very exciting week. You?"

"About the same. Work. Dinner. An awesome follow up lunch. But I also am meeting with Blaine Monday through Wednesday to shop and get a bit of a makeover. Then Thursday I have my first appointment with my personal trainer and health coach."

Quinn scoffs. "Why would you possibly need a personal trainer? You work out harder than I do and do your yoga religiously."

"That's what I said," she exclaims. "But Blaine swore by her. He said she was absolutely brutal but would change my life. He says she's young but she's already worked with a bunch of big names in New York."

"Hmm, what's her name? Maybe I've heard of her."

"Umm her name is…" Rachel uses her free hand to take out her phone where she had begun taking notes and putting things down in her calendar. "Santana…Santana Lopez."

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First, I MUST apologize for the wait! I completely forgot to tell you that in these upcoming weeks as the semester ends, I have exams and numerous papers. And obviously by the time I've finished that, my fingers are on the verge of falling off and I have no energy to write anything. So this chapter took way too long, but it's rather long and fluffy and light. Also, the Portuguese should be pretty accurate as one of my Brazilian reviewers was kind enough to give me the proper translation because Google translate is the WORST haha. It should roughly translate to "These are just random words that sound good to anyone who doesn't speak Portugeuse."

Also, if I'm being honest with myself, it will probably be another two weeks until the next update and I want to pre-apologize for that because I know what it's like to come to expect updates by a certain time. (I myself am impatiently waiting on FerryBerry to update! Gaaah!) But I do hope you enjoyed the chapter regardless! Sorry again for the chapter mix ups with 12, but thanks to everyone who just PM'd me! I'll respond to all of that stuff later, as well! Thank you to the favoriters, followers, and reviewers! 300! WOOOOT! You guys rock! Until next time! :)

Title By Kina Grannis