Hey everyone!

Thank you for all the comments. Keep 'em coming! (and in answer to redbicylefish, yes that is exactly the laugh i mean. She did it at the golden globes too, and it is at the same time a horrible and lovely sound. Also yay for happy dances!)

So instead of dragging it out, i just decided to write the date scene now, and be warned, there is a little raunchy moment in there. I haven't written anything remotely smutty before, so i don't know how good it is. Leave a comment and if you think it sucks maybe i'll draft someone else in to write the sexy scenes.

Enjoy

Chapter 14

Rachel woke up early on the morning of Christmas eve and felt her chest tighten in excitement for her date with Quinn. She had been dedicatedly making lesson plans for her classes after Christmas over the vacation, but she decided to take that day off as she felt that she probably wouldn't be concentrating anyway. Instead she got up, had breakfast, got dressed, picked out her outfit for that evening (because Rachel Berry is nothing if not organized) spent the the remaining hours preparing little bits and pieces to take to her fathers' house for dinner the next day. She tried to follow a vegan diet as much as possible, which made it difficult for other people to cook for her. Her fathers still loved their meat, so she always made a few things to supplement the meal, not wanting them to have to make a lot of effort just to accommodate her. She had difficulty getting enough protein and so allowed dairy products as long as they were organic, but she didn't eat meat or eggs of any kind, as they were, or would have been, living breathing animals. When the doctor told her she was a little malnourished, she decided that as long as the animals were treated well, milk wasn't such a crime if it was absolutely necessary. Still, if she could get away with using an alternative, she would, and sufficed with getting her milk solely in yogurt for breakfast (and ice cream every now and then).

With that in mind, She made a cinnamon and chestnut stuffing, which they all ate as Rachel and her father Hiram were Jewish and couldn't eat stuffing made of pork anyway, and Rachel wouldn't eat breadcrumb based stuffings as they always contained eggs. Her fathers also insisted on her making cranberry sauce as she had her own recipe that they loved, although she didn't really eat it. She usually took tofu as an alternative to turkey, and always promised to make the mashed potatoes as she would make them with margarine and soy milk, whereas if her dads did it they would use regular milk and butter, something she found totally unnecessary. She would always bake something sweet too. She was particularly talented at making cookies, and decided to take a batch to them as a treat, going for half chocolate and half regular sugar cookies. She got so wrapped up in cooking that it wasn't until she put the cookies in the oven that she looked over to the clock and realized that it was 5:30.

If Rachel Berry was anything, she was always on time, and her date with Quinn would be no exception. She groaned and rushed into the bathroom, showering quickly. She was grateful that she had at least chosen her outfit much earlier, she was just irritated that she didn't have an extra twenty minutes to try and calm herself down before Quinn arrived. She hurried back into the kitchen in just a towel and removed the cookies from the oven, allowing them time to cool before she got dressed into black leggings, a charcoal-gray cable-knit sweater which fell down to mid-thigh, a faux-leather jacket over the top, and boots which came half way up her calves. She left her hair down and wavy (the way she knew Quinn loved it) and applied some light, natural make-up, just enough to emphasize the color of her eyes and the plumpness of her lips. She wanted to look nice, but still casual, intimate. As she finished putting on her lip-gloss, she regarded herself in the full-length mirror on the door of her walk-in for a final time. Not seeing any flaws, she met her own eyes and took a deep breath in an effort to slow her wildly excited pulse. She smiled before making her way back into the kitchen and beginning to put the cookies into a box so they were still fresh for her fathers the next day. As she was putting them in, there was a knock at the door. She looked to the clock and smiled a little to herself as she saw the time was 5:58.

"Come in" she called across the room, trying to act casual and continuing with the cookies. She heard the door open and watched out of the corner of her eye as Quinn made her way into the apartment, pretending to ignore her. Without a word, Quinn went up the step into the kitchen, walked around behind Rachel and pressed her front against Rachel's back, swept her hair away from the left side of her neck and kissed it as her arms tightened around Rachel's waist. Rachel paused and sighed, leaning back into Quinn's body, her eyes fluttering shut, as the younger woman rested her chin on Rachel's shoulder.

"Hey you" the blond whispered coyly into her ear.

"Hey back" she replied contentedly.

"These smell amazing. I didn't know you could bake." Rachel laughed lightly.

"They're just a little something for my dads. One of them is Christian, but the other is Jewish, so I like to distract him from the fact that he's celebrating Christmas with delicious treats." Quinn chuckled into her shoulder.

"Tactful. Always the peace-keeper, hey?" Rachel nodded slightly.

"I try to be. Well, now I try. Back in high school, not so much. I was more likely the one to be threatening the peace than keeping it." Quinn rolled her eyes good-naturedly at the woman's self depreciation and turned her attention back to the baked treats.

"Can I try one?"

"Which type?"

"Hmmm, chocolate, I think." Rachel picked up a chocolate cookie which was still warm, put the lid on the box and turned around so she could hold it up to Quinn's lips. The blond smiled seductively before opening up and allowing Rachel to slip it into her mouth. She chewed slowly with a smirk on her face until the flavor of the cookie hit her and her eyes opened in shock. She spoke around the last of her mouthful.

"Oh my god, Rachel these are amazing! You should sell these or something!" She licked her lips to try and get more of the delicious taste. Rachel smiled.

"Good. I'm glad you like them. At least I know dad and daddy will enjoy them too." Quinn raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, so I'm just a guinea pig for your parents now?"

"Pretty much" Rachel replied with a smirk. Quinn playfully swatted her shoulder and then leaned in for a quick kiss.

"Mmmm, hi" the blond sighed contentedly. Rachel licked her lips.

"Mmmm….you're right, they really are good cookies" Quinn made a face of mock indignance before looking over at the clock.

"Cute. OK baby, we have to go or we're gonna be late for the movie." She grabbed the brunette's hand and took a step backwards, looking at Rachel fully for the first time that evening, before quickly stepping back into her and kissing her lightly again, murmuring "You look beautiful", stepping away again and pulling a delightedly laughing Rachel behind her. The brunette grabbed her purse from the table, hit the lights and locked the door. As they were making their way down the steps to the parking garage, Rachel took in Quinn's appearance; her hair was down for once, and in wavy curls that fell around her shoulders. She had on dark blue skinny jeans and a long red checked shirt that stopped between her hips and mid thigh. She had flats on and looked at the same time casual and absolutely gorgeous (what's new?). They got into Quinn's father's black SUV that she had commandeered for the night (he was in Buffalo, he'd never know) and pulled out onto the dark roads. Luckily it had been surprisingly mild for the past few days and the road was clear and ice-free, meaning she could rush a little to make up for the time they had lost in the kitchen. Quinn cranked up the heat which the brunette was glad for, and then handed Rachel her iPod (something she still rarely did for anyone, and that Rachel noticed and appreciated) and the woman put on some gentle Christmas music.

They spent the drive talking, with comfortable silences in between. They chattered about their families, and their Christmas traditions. Rachel told Quinn a little about her childhood and about her dads, and the more Quinn heard about them, the more she grew fond of them. They seemed to be the kind of parents she always wished hers could be, and she recognized again that her father's ideas of homosexuality being a sin was closed-minded nonsense, and probably more of a sin than anything the two loving men had ever done.

About half an hour into the drive, Rachel took Quinn's hand. The car was an automatic, so the blond didn't need the hand to shift, meaning that they didn't need to let go for the rest of the journey. Quinn felt her heart melting, and the nervous tension she had been feeling before she left her own house slipped away. It was just her and Rachel, and while she was still excited, she wasn't nervous any more. They spent the last ten minutes of the drive in a happy silence until they pulled up to the lot where the movie was showing. Quinn paid at the gate and drove through. They were both happy to see that while there were some cars there, the place wasn't particularly busy. Looks like it really was a small ad in that paper Rachel thought with a smile. Quinn reverse-parked in the space right in the center of the lot (the one with the best view of the screen), killing the engine but leaving the battery running so the radio would work. She smiled at Rachel as she fiddled with the dial of the radio, turning it to the frequency that the movie was being broadcast on.

Rachel was a little surprised when Quinn parked backwards, and was even more surprised when Quinn got out of the car altogether. The blond came around and opened Rachel's door, offering her a hand. Trusting Quinn, she took the proffered hand and stepped out of the car shivering a little in the December air, allowing herself to be pulled to the back of the car. Quinn opened the trunk of the SUV and Rachel smiled with joy when it opened.

Quinn had filled the back of the car with cushions and blankets and there was a picnic hamper set in the middle containing what Rachel could only assume was a romantic meal. Quinn grabbed a little plastic box from under one of the blankets and flicked a switch on it, revealing that their getaway was lit by battery powered fairy lights, giving the car an almost candle-lit glow, but the windows were tinted so they were still afforded the luxury of privacy. She looked at Quinn, her eyes shining, before pulling the girl in gently by the back of her neck and placing the briefest of kisses tenderly on her lips. Quinn just closed her eyes and smiled into it, before opening them when it ended, seeing Rachel turn around and sit gracefully in the back of the car then scooting up so her back was resting on the cushions stacked against the back of the back seats, her legs extended and crossed at the ankles. Quinn stepped into the car too, and pulled the trunk down closed behind her. She reclined into the stack of cushions and made sure that the big screen outside was visible through the back window, before settling back and looking at Rachel shyly.

"Quinn, this is amazing. You really went all out for this, didn't you?"

"Of course I did. It's not often that I get to take the woman I love out for dinner and a movie." Rachel smiled softly at Quinn's words, and rested a hand briefly on her cheek. "I know it's not the conventional way to do it, but I figured that we're not exactly a conventional couple, so why try to be something we're not?" They shared a loving gaze before blond leaned forward to the basket of food. They had arrived within an hour and a half and so had a good thirty minutes to eat the food Quinn had prepared. Rachel laughed internally at the fact that Quinn was so well organized. I couldn't have planned it better myself. She watched as the blond pulled out a couple of plates, some napkins and some silverware.

"So I made some things, but I really don't know what you like to eat that much…" She tapered off, with a smirk. "Other than lobster of course…" Rachel spluttered at the girl's words, causing Quinn to laugh.

"Oh my god, how did you find out about that? It was a one time thing!" Rachel squeaked. She paused for a moment, and Quinn let her think, wanting to see if she would remember what happened when she was high on cold meds. She watched as realization hit Rachel's face and the woman covered her eyes with her hand.

"Oh god! I'm so embarrassed!" Quinn laughed and grabbed the hand, kissing it and looking her in the eye.

"It's fine baby. You're really cute when you're high. I enjoyed it actually. Or at least, I did after I got there and made sure you weren't going to accidentally kill yourself." Rachel rolled her eyes and buried her face in Quinn's neck in embarrassment. The blond rubbed her back comfortingly for a moment before she pulled away and resumed rummaging in the basket, pulling out different foods.

"So I just looked online for some simple recipes, and hoped that there'd be something you like. I know you're mostly vegan, but on the first day we met you were eating ice-cream, so I figured it would be alright if there were a couple of things with a little milk in them. I hope that's OK?" Rachel nodded and grinned, both at the memory of their first meeting and at how observant Quinn was.

Quinn was opening Tupperware boxes of delicious-smelling food. Vegetable samosas, bean salad, couscous with roasted vegetables, pita with home made humus, tomato, red onion and cilantro salad, mushroom pate with melba toast, some amazing looking cookies of Quinn's own making, fruit, and, from what Rachel could smell, chocolate dipping sauce which had her mouth watering. She couldn't believe her eyes. Most of her exes had really struggled to think of anything to make her to eat in the first few months they were dating, even with the aid of the internet. They had usually just relied on restaurants to provide suitable dishes. She let her eyes pass over the spread before looking back up at Quinn in amazement. The younger woman had such a vulnerable look on her face that Rachel's heart melted into a puddle.

"Is it OK?" she asked quietly. Rachel leaned in to kiss her gently, only pulling back enough to rest their foreheads together.

"It's amazing Quinn. Just like you. Now pass me one of those samosas, they smell amazing and I'm famished!" Quinn smiled and they chattered as they grazed on the food Quinn had provided, feeding each other bites every now an then, sharing coy smiles and laughing freely. They both felt so relaxed when they were together, it made Quinn shudder to remember how it had been before the vacation. She was dreading going back to school, but she pushed those thoughts down, and let herself enjoy her time with Rachel. She pulled out sparkling cider and home made lemonade.

"Um…I was going to bring a bottle of wine, but I'm driving and I figured it'd be a little weird if you were drinking it alone. Plus, you know, I'm not really supposed to." She sounded apologetic and a little embarrassed, knowing that their age difference was yet again causing awkwardness. Rachel kissed her on the cheek.

"Baby, this is a date…" she paused, and Quinn worried that she looked stupid, that of course dates should have wine, when Rachel continued: "…not a party. I'm here to be with you, not get drunk." Quinn stared for a second and then nodded, smiling softly at the woman's words.

As they started on dessert, the radio crackled into life, signifying that the movie was starting. They both reclined into the cushions (and each other) to better see the screen outside the car. Quinn could tell Rachel was excited to finally find out what they were going to be watching. She knew that not telling her love which movie they were going to watch was a calculated risk, as Rachel could be very opinionated, but she hoped that she had made the right decision. It was confirmed that she had as the opening music and credits for "It's A Wonderful Life" began to role and Rachel squealed and then tackled her further down into the pillows, covering her in excited kisses as the blond laughed with mirth and relief. They cuddled into each other, occasionally nibbling on a piece of fruit or one of the cookies (which Rachel found out were lavender shortbread with raspberry and cashew cream, and swore were the best thing she ever tasted), until Rachel shivered a little. The cold had finally permeated the car, so Quinn pulled a couple of the blankets over them. She had turned off the heat to save the battery, because she was afraid it would run all the way down if both that and the radio were still running (plus she figured that sharing body heat would conserve energy... or something). She also grabbed a thermos flask which she had propped next to her and poured two cups of hot cocoa, passing one to the woman next to her. Rachel smiled appreciatively and then groaned with pleasure after she tasted it.

"I swear to god Quinn, if you keep making food like this for me, I'm going to be as big as a house before you know it." Quinn made her reply absently.

"That's fine with me. If it makes you happy, I'll cook for you every day." Rachel turned to the girl with love in her eyes, but Quinn's gaze was still fixed on the screen. Instead of breaking her concentration, the brunette just smiled at her and snuggled down into her side, watching the rest of the movie in peaceful silence, although she was concentrating more on the blond's heart beating below her ear than the beloved Christmas classic.

She leaned up and softly placed a loving kiss on Quinn's cheek, and then couldn't resist leaving another. As she rested her head back on the younger woman's chest though, Rachel noticed that Quinn's breathing was a little heavier and her pulse was a little stronger. Without moving her head, Rachel looked up to Quinn's face and saw that while her eyes were still trained on the screen, they were unfocused. She smirked slightly, and decided to tease a little. She moved her hand from where it had been wrapped around Quinn's arm, to her opposite hip, and squeezed gently as she reached up a little and softly started kissing her neck. Quinn was clearly trying to keep her breathing even, but she was grunting a little every now and again, and her eyes were rolling up although she was obviously trying to hide it or ignore it. Rachel grinned at this point and decided to up her game, moving to just behind Quinn's ear before taking her earlobe into her mouth and sucking gently. Quinn finally caught on to the fact that Rachel was trying to get a reaction from her.

"Rachel…" she managed to grind out warningly between pants. "What are you doing? Watch the movie." The woman smiled, and as she did so allowed her teeth to grip the lobe slightly, grazing them against the flesh as she pulled away.

"But I already know what happens. And you're just so…" she broke off to run her tongue from Quinn's collarbone to her ear, before panting the last word in a hot breath. "…delicious." With the final word she ran her tongue along the shell of Quinn's ear and rolled slightly so she was more on top of Quinn. The blond was breathing heavily, looking up to the roof of the car and willing herself to stop Rachel's advances, but as Rachel slid a leg over her lap and straddled the girl, she gave in and took Rachel's soft pouting lips, fisting her hands in the back of her shirt just above her ass. Rachel pushed her further back into the cushions with hands on her shoulders until she was more laying than sitting, sucking her lower lip into her mouth and then pinching it slightly between her teeth. Quinn let out a high-pitched groan, and grabbed the back of Rachel's hair with one hand as she penetrated Rachel's mouth with her tongue. She held dominance, not allowing Rachel the power for a second, and found herself getting off on the fact that Rachel was so hungry for it, until, to her embarrassment, her little secret began to stir. She considered stopping before her situation became apparent, but she couldn't make her body do what it was told. As Rachel's hands ran up into blond hair, Quinn's hand on Rachel's back slid down under her shorts, grabbing her ass hard over her panties. Rachel was getting wetter by the second, turned on by Quinn's dominance, but when the blond grabbed her so possessively, the only response Rachel could fathom was to moan loudly into Quinn's mouth and grind down, hard, to try and break some of the tension building low and hot inside of her. Feeling the hardening tent grinding against her pussy caused her mind to go hazy with the realization that Quinn was hard for her. It wasn't something she had that much experience of, and although she considered herself gay, it was more because of an attraction to the female spirit and form than an aversion to male genitalia. She realized she could get used to it.

Quinn was equally shocked and aroused as Rachel ground down, and they both pulled their mouths away from each other, gasping for air. But Quinn didn't stop forcing Rachel down and grinding her against her straining cock; rather she squeezed her ass harder, growling low in her throat, and their eyes locked together, mouths still open and gasping. The eye contact was turning them both on even more, and Rachel ground down more just to watch the reaction on Quinn's face. The more her brow knotted, the more the tension in Rachel's abdomen mounted.

"Oh my god…Quinn! Oh f-fuck baby. Fuck, I think I'm gonna-" Rachel's cry was interrupted by a loud knock on the window. They both froze, still panting wildly, as a gruff voice permeated what they realized was silence where before there had been the movie track.

"I don't know what's going on in there, and I don't want to either. Time to go people, we're locking up. You've got five minutes to be on your way before we call the cops." They heard footsteps on the grass outside as they stared at each other, open-mouthed and red-faced (both from arousal and embarrassment) until Rachel broke into a blushing laugh and hid her face in Quinn's neck. After she got over being completely blueballed, Quinn began to laugh too for a moment, and shook her head at their own behavior. She heard Rachel's muffled voice and felt it vibrating against the skin of her neck.

"Oh my god, I can't believe we just got caught like that! I'm so embarrassed. I'm so sorry!" Quinn laughed incredulously and pushed her back by the shoulders.

"If you think you need to apologize for that, you have got some serious priority issues." They both giggled and lay against each other until they grew silent. Quinn broke it.

"I'm kinda glad actually. I mean, could we be any more stereotypical? The first sexual stuff in our relationship happening in the back of an SUV? Ugh, it's so Ohio." She pushed Rachel's mussed hair back behind her shoulders and kissed her on the nose. Rachel smiled sweetly and slid to the side so she was sitting. She rubbed her face with both hands and rested her chin on the heels of her palms, sitting Indian-style with her elbows on her knees. She smiled at Quinn.

"So I guess we should get out of here." Quinn nodded in reply.

"Yeah. Um, I'm gonna have to climb over the seats, the trunk doesn't open from the inside…" She looked a little embarrassed, but Rachel nodded.

"To be honest, I don't really want to get out of this car right now, I think I will too." Quinn chuckled and nodded in understanding, before crawling over the back seat and into the drivers seat. Rachel followed behind and slipped into the passenger seat, trying to not put her ass in Quinn's face too much.

The blond started the ignition and turned up the heat straight away, put the car into drive and looked at Rachel happily for a moment before pulling out of the lot. They both received wolf-whistles and salutes from the two guys on the gate and blushed, but Rachel took Quinn's hand again and they both got over it quickly. They spent most of the ride back in silence, not really talking and not putting the radio on, preferring to just be with each other.

When they got back to the Lima city limits, Quinn groaned. Rachel's brow bunched questioningly.

"What's wrong baby?" The younger woman's voice was aggravated as she replied.

"I got a gift for you, but I left it in my room at home." She sighed with irritation. Rachel leaned over to rub the blond's temple with her thumb.

"That's OK baby, you didn't have to get me anything. I mean, you organized this entire date, cooked, drove, paid, that can be my gift." The annoyance melted out of her face at the older woman's touch, but she still looked a little upset.

"I wanted to get you something though. I did get you something."

"Well, you can give it to me when we're back at school. Or drop it off at my house maybe?" She said with hope in her voice. Quinn caught it and looked at her for a quick second with a smile.

"Baby, don't worry, I will be back at your house at least once before school starts again. But I wanted you to have the gift to open for Christmas day." She paused for a moment, unsure. "D'you….maybe think we can stop at my house so I can give it to you before I drop you at home?"

"Of course. Although I think if there's any kind of furniture involved we should leave some space between us." Quinn laughed hard.

"I agree." she chuckled as Rachel squeezed her hand.

They pulled up to Quinn's house and again she rushed around to the side of the car to open the door for Rachel, who rewarded her with a soft kiss on the cheek. The blond unlocked the door and hit the lights, leading the woman into the warm living room and indicating that she should sit as she made her way up the stairs to retrieve the gift. Rachel sat on the sofa, which was fairly uncomfortable, and looked around the room. The living space was large and fairly open, but it seemed stuffy somehow. The entire place was caramel colored wood with expensive looking rugs and display cabinets everywhere. There wasn't a single thing out of place in the room, and absolutely nothing indicated that people lived there. She shuddered a little, but couldn't decide whether it was against the chill air or the idea of her childhood home looking like the drawing room of Ebenezer Scrooge. She welcomed the sound of Quinn's steps coming from the hallway. Smiling as the girl turned the corner, she scooted over a little towards the opposite armrest as Quinn sat. She was holding a small gold box in her hand with dark navy ribbon tied in a bow. She handed the box to Rachel and smiled at her.

"Do I have to wait until Christmas day to open it?" she asked teasingly. Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Well, considering you follow Judaism more than Christianity, I would say no, but…" She held up her phone, showing the woman the large 12.01am on the display. "It doesn't matter." Rachel smiled and stretched out her arms, gathering Quinn into a warm embrace and kissing the crown of her head.

"Thank you baby. Happy Christmas."

"Happy Christmas Rachel Barbra." They parted and she nudged the box in the woman's hands slightly higher, encouraging her to open her gift. Rachel excitedly pulled at the ribbon and pulled the lid of the box off.

Inside, resting on a small cushion, were two earrings in the shape of treble clefs, diamond-studded down the longest curve. They glinted in the soft light of the side-lamps that Quinn had turned on. Rachel gasped softly and looked at Quinn in disbelief.

"Quinn, they're absolutely beautiful. But how could you possibly afford these?" She caressed one with the tip of a finger.

"I've been saving, remember? For the surgery. And even though things are still a little…awkward… at certain times of the month, I'm not as desperate to have the operation as I thought. Turns out some people aren't totally against being intimate with me because of my condition." Rachel shook her head at the thought that anyone could be cold enough to not want to be intimate with Quinn. Intellectually she knew it was probably true, but her emotions told her it was ridiculous that anyone could dismiss someone she was so in love with, for something so inconsequential. She sighed and looked back at Quinn.

"I love them. You're amazing." She brushed her lips gently against Quinn's "Thank you." They sat sharing breaths for a moment before Rachel said "I got you something too." She grabbed her purse and slipped a box out and into Quinn's hands. It was both longer and thinner, wrapped in purple with gold ribbon. Quinn smiled at the brunette questioningly as she took the box, trying to banish the temptation to shake it and guess what it was like when she was ten.

She undid the bow and pulled the box open, revealing two tickets. Rachel looked a little less sure of herself, but explained.

"Um…these are to a concert that one of my friends from Juilliard is giving in town. He's doing tour, and when I heard he was coming here I called him and got some. He's a concert pianist. I thought you might be interested, y'know? See what you maybe could be doing for a career, and talk to him afterward? I thought we could maybe, inadvertently end up there and sit with each other because we know each other, like at Starbucks?" Quinn was stony-faced, not meeting Rachel's eyes, and the older woman was worried she had done something wrong. She began apologizing.

"Quinn I'm so sorry if you don't like them. I can get something else. We don't have to go you know…" She trailed off as Quinn turned to her and she saw there were tears in the girl's eyes. She opened her mouth, pausing for a moment before she could pull herself together enough to speak, although it came out as barely a whisper.

"Rachel they're…they're great, thank you. I think they're…" She sighed and wiped her eyes a little. "…I think they might be the best gift I've been given since i got my pogo stick when i was eight." Relief flooded through the woman and they embraced again, holding tight to each other.

"You scared me for a second there. I thought you hated them" she said into Quinn's curls.

"Never. In all likelihood this will be the only present i receive this year that i actually enjoy, and all because you actually care about what i enjoy."

It was at that point that they heard a car pull up outside the house. Quinn pulled away and her eyes widened as she heard her father talking to her mother.

"Oh shit!" she said, getting up and pulling Rachel up behind her. She pocketed the tickets and looked out of the window between the curtains to see how close they were. Luckily her mom never traveled light and the five or six designer suitcases she had were all heavy, and she wouldn't be putting any of them on the wet ground outside. Quinn quickly hit the power button on the TV remote, formulating a plan, and then dragged Rachel through the kitchen to the garage, opening the side door to hastily let her outside.

"Wait right there until I call your cell OK?" Rachel nodded and they kissed quickly before Quinn closed the door and grabbed a coke from the fridge, throwing her coat onto the breakfast bar. She heard the door open and took a deep breath, trying to look casual as if she had been chilling out in front of the TV instead of exchanging Christmas gifts with her very inappropriate girlfriend. She walked into the living room and saw her parents.

"Daddy!" She yelled with as much happiness and surprise she could muster, rushing over to the man and throwing her arms around his neck. The man laughed at her display of affection, and she pulled away to hug her mother and kiss her on the cheek.

"What are you guys doing back here already? I thought you were flying back in early tomorrow" You assholes. Her parents dropped the luggage they were carrying, and smiled at their adoring daughter.

"Well there was a snowstorm coming in to New York, so we took an earlier flight so we wouldn't miss Christmas day with our baby girl." Quinn gritted her teeth and smiled, desperate to find a way to get her parents away from the door, hoping that she could get Rachel into the taxi as she would no longer be able to drive her home without her parents noticing. She almost dropped to her knees and thanked god when her mother piped in with a request to Russell

"I am exhausted darling. Can you get the last bag? I want to go upstairs and get to bed as soon as I can." Before Russell even opened his mouth, Quinn interrupted.

"Oh, you must both be tired, let me get it!" The man smiled appreciatively at his daughter and cupped her cheek.

"That would be wonderful. Thank you princess." They both kissed her on the cheek and mumbled goodnight, and then she watched them trudge up the stairs to their, thankfully rear-facing, bedroom, before hurling the coke she was holding onto the sofa and hitting dial on her phone as she stepped outside. Rachel picked up before the first ring had finished.

"They've gone to bed. The gate to your right should be unlocked, it leads right out to the front. I'm out here waiting for you." She just heard a relieved sigh before the woman hung up. She walked over to the taxi driver.

"Hey, is there any chance you could take my friend across town?" The guy looked up at her with mild disgust. Clearly he had had a long day, but she was desperate, and it was all too perfect to not work.

"Listen lady, I'm off duty. It's time for bed, understand?" She tried hard not to smack him and sighed, giving in to desperation.

"How about if I hand you $100 right now, and then she still pays fare when you get there?" The guy's eyebrow twitched with greed and he held out his hand to her, not looking at her as she put five 20s into his sweaty palm. Just as he pocketed it, she heard footsteps. She turned around, seeing Rachel's ashen, scared face.

"I'm so sorry" was the first thing out of Quinn's lips. Rachel just shook her head and grabbed Quinn into a tight hug.

"It's OK, baby, it's OK. Although I think that I'd better not tempt fate for a while." Quinn nodded stonily as they pulled away.

"Thank you for the date, I had a wonderful time. And my gift." The corners of her mouth curled in a light smile, although when Quinn took her hands, they were shaking slightly in fear. "I'll wear them to my dads' tomorrow." They looked at each other for a moment before meeting briefly in a tender kiss.

"Happy Christmas baby" Rachel breathed across Quinn's lips. She returned the sentiment before their moment was broken by the scummy cabbie.

"Lady if you don't hurry up you can make it two." Rachel frowned in confusion, not knowing about the bribe, but she nodded and backed up, allowing Quinn to open the back door for her. They shared another brief kiss and 'I love you's, before Rachel shut the door and Quinn ran around to the trunk for the last one of her parents' bags. She dragged it out and then stood on the sidewalk, returning Rachel's wave as the car disappeared into the night.

Now how the hell am i gonna get all that stuff out of the trunk of Dad's car without him noticing?

So i will hopefully have another update up in about a week or so. Sorry it's going slowly at the moment, but i'm trying to get my head back in the game.

As always comments are much appreciated.

Until next time ;)