A/N: Alrighty...sexy times and old friends...good stuff. Still brain storming on how I am going to handle Quinn's parents and Beth. Please be patient with me and fill free to provide input on how you think things might go. I may not update tomorrow...then again, I may. I don't know.

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Quinn had never been a morning person. At night, she always felt more alive, more aware of everything. The mornings were times she dreaded, waking up and leaving the comfort of her bed, leaving her unfinished dreams. It was the worst beginning to a day that just happened to be the beginning to every day. The last few mornings, however, had started to change her mind. Yesterday, Rachel had woken her up in the most amazing way possible, with kisses and everything she could dream of. Today, she was awake first and watching the diva sleep. The emotional drama from the previous night had left Rachel drained and Quinn concerned, so she hardly slept while the diva crashed and had yet to wake up despite it being nearly noon.

Quinn was sitting at the foot of the bed, leaning against the bed post with her legs stretched out towards her pillow, camera in hand. She brought it up to her face, focused it on the sleeping diva, and took a picture before peeking over the top of the camera to see the real thing. She loved that feeling. That feeling that no matter how long someone else stared at the picture she just took, they would never be as lucky as she was to see the real thing in person.

A light smiled formed on her lips and she returned to her camera, pulling her legs to sit Indian style and resting her elbows on her knees. She zoomed in and traced over Rachel's placid features, her lightly closed eyes, slightly pouted lips, barely curled fingers, strands of wavy dark hair that had fallen near her eyes. She could wake up to this every day. She could forget about the lost dreams and the blinding bright lights of morning that she hated. This would make up for all of that.

The blonde lowered her camera as Rachel started to stir, wiping the sleep from her eyes before she stretched onto her back and caught Quinn's loving gaze. "Good morning. Working on satisfying your addiction I see." Rachel jibed, pointing to the camera.

"Both of them."

"Both?"

Quinn nodded, abandoning the camera and walking on her hands up to her girlfriend's waiting lips. "Taking pictures and looking at you. I always did tell you that your 'look-at-me, look-at-me' life style would never be a problem."

"Oh, I see." Rachel ran her hands up and down Quinn's neck as the blonde trailed light kisses down her jaw line to her ear. "What time is it?"

The blonde smiled as her kisses departed the brunette's ear lobe and ventured down her neck slowly, becoming longer and heavy with each caress. "It's that time that is long past the time when your dads go to work." She nipped at the diva's collarbone and soothed the reddening skin with her tongue as her hands pushed the covers away from Rachel.

"You're very eager this morning." Rachel teased as Quinn's warm hands ran over her stomach as the blonde wasted no time in removing the light tank top and continuing her trail of kisses to the pert breasts, causing the diva to gasp and begin to pant as she expertly teased the hardening nipple. Rachel loved it when Quinn did that. Not just the swirls of her tongue but the feel of her hot breath on her skin, the closeness of their bodies, and how her hands explored every inch of skin as she did it. Quinn slid her hands between the diva and the mattress, cupping her ass, and pulled the brunette's hips down the bed, flush against Quinn's, bringing the diva's mouth level with hers again.

"It's a busy day and we're already getting a late start." Quinn explained as she worked Rachel's sleep pants down and threw them off the bed. Rachel guided her hands down Quinn's chest, groping her breasts before she reached for the hem and pulled it up over the blonde's head. After adding her shirt to the growing pile of clothes on the floor, Quinn dove back into the diva's neck, quickly trekking down the brunette's tight body as her hand move up her endless legs, lips and hands meeting at the apex of her thighs.

Rachel fisted the sheets by her head and licked her lips as she arched into the touch of Quinn's mouth. Every touch the blonde made was perfect. Perfectly placed. Perfectly timed. Her heart pounded and her breath grew ragged. Quinn's pace was slow, not rushed or forceful, as she massaged Rachel's sensitive bud with broad strokes of her tongue, watching the diva as she whimpered behind hooded lids. Quinn didn't need to rush this, she had plenty of time and Rachel had surrendered herself to her.

Quinn quickly removed her pants and began a path of slow, wet, openmouthed kisses from the inside of Rachel's thigh up her flexing abdomen. After teasing the underside of each breast with light licks and each nipple with swirls of her tongue, the blonde braced herself above the diva, rocking her thigh into her core. She watched as Rachel writhed under her and moaned her name in a deep lust filled tone, eyes still closed, mouth open and panting. Quinn lowered herself, breathing hot breaths into Rachel's ear, grunting with each connection of their bodies, pushing the brunette further towards her edge.

Rachel released the stressed sheets and dug her nails into Quinn's lower back, begging for more pressure. Quinn answered with quicker, more forceful rocks that the diva matched with her own, each more desperate than the last, until their rhythm was lost and Rachel came, scraping her nails down Quinn's back. The blonde moaned at the burning sensation and delved into Rachel's neck, slowing the pulsing of her leg but never stopping completely.

"That is such a great way to wake up." Rachel stated, running her hands through Quinn's hair as the blonde sucked hard on her neck.

"I'm not done with you yet." Quinn informed her as she lowered a hand between their bodies to replace her rocking leg. Rachel's hips bucked and she whimpered as the blonde brushed the over stimulated nub. Quinn continued further down to the brunette's entrance and slid her middle finger in to the first knuckle teasingly. Rachel rolled her hips for more but received nothing. Hoping to entice the blonde she lifted her left leg between Quinn's and the blonde gasped. Rachel was amazed at the wetness on her leg from just one touch and began slow rocks to work her to the edge.

Quinn pulled away from the diva's neck and captured her lips in a heated kiss as she thrust her middle finger in to the last knuckle, swallowing Rachel's throaty moans. She soon noticed Rachel was matching her pace with her leg to try and motivate the blonde to move thrust faster, and succeeded. Quinn curled her finger up, connecting with the desired spot and quickened her pace and Rachel followed suit, relishing every moan and gasp that escaped Quinn's throat.

The blonde abandoned Rachel's mouth, too desperate for air to continue kisses. Her eyes shut tight as she neared her edge, and rested her forehead to Rachel's. The diva worked Quinn's breasts, pinching the erect nipples and grazing her nail against the sensitive underside and the blonde whimpered, biting her bottom lip. She was getting near her climax. Rachel knew it was only the matter of a few more rocks and pressed harder into her. The blonde's thrusting finger halted temporarily as she was lost to her pleasure and convulsed against Rachel's leg. She sat up and gripped the diva's thigh with her free hand and rode out the last wave before she turned her hungry eyes back down to the diva.

She released her bottom lip and smiled seductively as she removed her finger before replacing it with both her middle and ring finger, moving her thumb back up to the brunette's clit. Her thrusts started out slow as Rachel stretched to the new width and grew in force as the pace accelerated. Without the blonde to latch onto Rachel returned her hands to the sheets at her head and didn't even bother to try an mute the screams of pleasure that poured form her mouth as her muscles began to tense.

"Are you close?" Quinn asked in a low, panting, sultry voice. Rachel nodded and Quinn pulled out.

Rachel's eyes opened as she tried to pressed her thighs together for just that slightest bit of pressure she needed for her release, but Quinn stopped her. "Quinn…"

The blonde shook her head and moved to kneel between Rachel's legs to prevent her from closing them. "I said I wasn't done with you yet." Unconsciously, the diva's hands trailed down her stomach towards the pressure but Quinn caught them before they reached their destination. The blonde seized the delicate wrists and pinned them above the diva's head, lowering her own in a slow, passionate kiss to the diva's lips. Rachel still writhed in search for anything to relieve the ache but was soon lost in the sweetness of the blonde's mouth and her hips slowed.

Their tongues danced slowly as their once heaving chests calmed and the desperation began to fade. When Rachel moaned into another passion filled kiss, Quinn released her grip and allowed Rachel's hands to slip free, wrapping around Quinn's neck to pull her in deeper. The blonde kept her hands braced on the mattress, mindful not to stimulate the diva until she was ready, but before the brunette's body calmed too far down she began trailing lingering kisses down her jaw line, keeping the level of arousal constant with the perfect pace and forcefulness to each touch.

She nuzzled the brunette's ear and lowered her right hand back down between Rachel's legs, careful not to make contact until she gently pressed three fingers inside. Rachel gasped and her back arched with the first few slow pulses. Quinn experimented with the rhythms, pauses, and twisting in her unhurried movements until she found a combination that Rachel responded to the most. She pressed one final kiss to the diva's lips before lowering her mouth to her clit and administering slow licks and light kisses.

Rachel was in heaven. Her body was on edge but wasn't desperate. Each pulse, lick, touch…it was all so much. She could feel it all and was left not wanting more. It seemed like hours that Quinn pleasured her unlike anyone ever had, making her feel more than she ever had. She was almost to the point of questioning what the big deal was about orgasms until Quinn changed her methods and sucked the bundle of nerves between her tightly pressed lips and Rachel remembered. She wanted more now. She wanted that release, that explosion of pleasure.

She fisted the blonde hair and Quinn continued to suck, speeding up her fingers as she did, building the diva to her climax. Quinn could feel the brunette's walls tightening down around her fingers and required more force to obtain the same depth with each thrust. Rachel was getting close and lifted her hips off the bed for just a little more pressure. Quinn lightly pinched the diva's clit between her teeth and Rachel came undone, shaking the entire bed as she cried incoherent words at the top of her lungs, and Quinn returned to leisurely strokes of her tongue and slow pulses of her fingers until Rachel's seizures lessened to tremors.

Quinn removed herself from her girlfriend and cleaned herself off with a sheet before she moved up to the spent diva's face. Rachel was so gone she couldn't even open her eyes and Quinn only smiled before kissing her cheek. "I'm going to take a shower and then go see Santana." Rachel only nodded, licking her lips. "You take the time to recuperate."

"Okay." The word was barely more than a exhale of breath as the diva pulled a pillow to her chest. As Quinn crawled off the bed, she covered her girlfriend's naked body with the discarded blankets and then headed to the shower. When she emerged, Rachel was passed out. Quinn bit her lip adoringly and kissed her on the forehead before she left to meet Santana.

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"Are you dining alone this afternoon or are there other members to your party?"

Quinn met the young waiters eyes and shook her head. "I was actually hoping that you would be able to tell me if Santana Lopez is here today?"

"Yes, Ma'am. She is. Would you like me to get her?"

"Please. Oh, but" She called him back as he started to depart behind the employee doors. "Can you tell her it's Quinn Fabray who wants to speak with her?" He nodded his head a disappeared. She was surprising the Latina as it was. She didn't want to absolutely blindside her. Hopefully this gave her some time to composer herself and prepare any screaming rants in advanced.

It was only a few minutes before the waiter emerged with the Latina behind him. The blonde breathed a sigh of relief when she actually appeared calm in nature, expecting, almost. Santana made eye contact as she walked past Quinn, silently telling her to follow as they walked past dining couples to the very back of the restaurant, into the room reserved for business and conference lunches. She held the door open and allowed Quinn to enter, securing them behind her. Then, she stood in silence with her arms crossed, waiting.

Quinn nervously fidgeted with her fingers inside her coat pockets as she willed herself to speak. "Do you have time to sit down?"

"You aren't planning on trying to catch up on the last seven years right now, are you?" Santana asked smoothing her black shirt as she sat down at the long table that ran the length of the private room.

"No. I thought that this time would best be spent with groveling and endless apologizing and maybe a little bit of explaining." Santana's eyes unnarrowed for a second as she got her first little glimpse of the 'new' version of Quinn as she took the seat next to her. The calm, sometimes inappropriately humorous photographer. But she quickly caught herself.

"Isn't groveling normally done on your knees?"

Quinn diverted her eyes and nodded her head slowly with a light smile on her face. "I can do that too if it would make you happy. You deserve it."

Santana shook her head in disbelief and crossed her arms over her chest again. "Who the hell are you? What did you do with the bitchy blonde?"

The blonde huffed a laugh as she took off her jacket and laid it on the table. "She disappeared sometime after I left Lima." The Latina didn't reply. "I had my reasons for shutting everyone out. For just walking away. I wont apologize for that." Quinn held up her hand as Santana braced herself to start yelling. "But I had no reason to never look back. Once I did what I needed to do, I should have come back and made things right."

"Why didn't you, Q? I understand you needed to leave your parents and give yourself a break from the drama, but why did you never come back? Never call? Seven years is such a long time."

"I know. I know." Quinn closed her eyes, propped her elbow on the table, and ran her hand through her hair as she fought through her emotions to find a starting place. "I guess-"

"You guess?" She opened her eyes, resting her hand to her forehead, and met Santana's dark eyes with a look the Latina had never seen before. Quinn's walls were down. She wasn't trying to hide her emotions nor project a certain one above the rest. Her hazel eyes were filled with everything genuine. She waited for the Latina's newly softened look to harden again as Santana rebuilt her crumbling walls before she continued.

"I was scared…Of a lot of things. I was afraid that if I came back, you would have all moved on and made lives where I no longer fit in them. I was scared that all the changes I had made in myself, the changes that made me a happier person, you would have disapproved of. I was terrified that if I came back, I would be the old me when I left again. Finding peace with myself was not an overnight thing, and I hated the thought of having to do it all over again."

"Q…"

"I know that's not an excuse. But it's what I told myself every time I thought about coming back to visit or to give you a call. I said to myself, 'Hey, what does she care? She made it this long without you. Why would she want to see you now?'. The truth is I have no excuse. So that is where the groveling and endless apologizing comes in, but if you would like to yell at me first, we can do that too. I don't have a preference."

Santana sat there for several, intense minutes eyeing the blonde who bowed under her gaze. "I don't want to yell at you. I assume Berry has told you about my mom, so as you can imagine, I've had my fair share of being mad at the world. Frankly, I'm tired of being mad. I'm hurt and I feel betrayed, but then again, I wasn't the only one dealing with issues." She paused and reclined back in her chair, dropping her hands to her lap. She really wasn't mad anymore. "I had to sell Mom's house because it reminded me too much of her. It caused too much pain to relive the memories. I suppose it is similar with you coming back here. You relive a little bit of the pain every time you see something familiar. And lets face it, everything in Lima is familiar because it never changes." Quinn nodded in solemn agreement. "But you still could have called."

"Yes. I could have. I should have. I just didn't think you would care."

"I know we were never really best friends but I would have cared. We didn't need to have been besties for me to want to talk to you…but then again, you and Berry weren't good friends, and now you have a huge ass hickey on your neck." Quinn smiled broadly and covered the mark with her hand. "Explain all of that to me. I am dying to hear about that."

"I just…well you apparently knew about my gayness in high school."

Santana mirrored Quinn's posture with an elbow braced on the table and nodded her head. "I had a really good idea."

"Yeah, well, Rachel was kind of my fixation, though I wouldn't admit it to myself."

"You actually thought you were straight? Your eyes were glued to her ass every time she walked by. I mean every time."

Quinn covered her face but thought the blush burned through her hands. "I know…I didn't admit it until I was twenty-two. After a failed relationship, I had my chance with Rachel, so I took it."

"See," Santana began pointing a playful finger at the blonde. "I knew you were gay, but I had no idea about Berry. That one surprised me."

"She didn't know either actually…not until she met the 'new' me…and my ex."

"Bet you that was interesting. So, she said you two just started dating, but how long have you been in contact with each other?" A smirk slowly spread over Quinn's lips and Santana arched an eyebrow. "Spill it. I want the details. You denied me seven years so now you have no room for modesty."

The blonde laughed. "We met up about three hours before we got together."

The Latina's mouth dropped open. "So, Berry's not a prude anymore, and apparently neither are you. Three hours and it didn't end up being a one night stand? I'm impressed."

"Yeah, well, anyway. What about you? Anyone special?"

"Depends on the day. I guess nothing's changed except I only bounce between two people instead of how ever many I want."

"That's an improvement." Quinn teased. "So…names…."

"Puck and B." The blonde held her sides and burst into laughter. She should have seen that coming. It was too obvious and something just never change. "We all actually share a house, but not a bed." She added for clarification. "We make our own little dysfunctional family that works quite nicely."

"I've run into Puck already, well…I'm sure you've heard that story…" She nodded. "But how is Brittany doing?"

"She good. Works at McKinley with the Cheerios. She's as happy as happy can be. Our lives are fairly boring and not worth the space in Photo Magazine or anything like that. Berry's not the only talk of the town, you know. The local paper is always printing articles about both of you. They're proud that people from Lima made it big." Quinn managed a weak smile in her modesty as she fiddled with the buttons on the jacket laying across the table. "I'm proud of you too." The blonde's gaze snapped up to meet Santana's. "You made something of yourself. You deserve to be told that."

She huffed a nervous laugh. "Thanks." She hated praise because she never felt worthy of it, that it didn't mean anything because of it. But with Santana's words, it meant something. "But what about you? You own your own restaurant. I never would have pegged the cheerleader who refused to eat as the type to own a restaurant."

"Me either, but I use to work at Breadsticks during college, and I hated it. That's when I realized I really didn't like being told what to do. I mean, I always knew I didn't like being told what to do, but that was when I discovered I really didn't like it. So I said, 'Alright bitches, I'm tired of your shit. I'm going to be my own boss.' And now here I am. I'm in the process of putting them out of business. I'll hire up their staff and seek my revenge."

Quinn shook her head and smiled. "I'm glad to see you haven't changed much, Santana. I'm really glad."

"So, how long are you in town 'til?"

"We leave Sunday. Rachel said she has to have twenty four hours of rest before she has her next show, and I have a magazine cover to shoot. Oddly, I wish I could stay longer. Not too much longer, but at least have more time to catch up with you in person."

Santana sat back up and ran her hands over her skirt. "Yeah, well, maybe I could find myself in New York City one day and I'll call you up. I know how to use a telephone, unlike some people." Quinn pursed her lips and nodded her head in acceptance of the jibe. "Are you seriously this calm all the time? It's weird."

"Sorry."

The Latina's eyes widened. "D-did you just apologize? Oh my God." Quinn rolled her eyes and playfully kicked the brunette's chair leg. "Quinn Fabray is not only gay, in love with Rachel Berry, and insanely calm, but also apologetic? Nope, this is too much." She waved her hands in the air and stood up just as a loud crash echoed through the restaurant. Both women winced.

"Going to go fire someone?" Quinn asked with an amused smile at the fact the Latina had yet to open her eyes as if it was just her imagination until she did.

"That is a very good possibility. But look, I know we didn't have a lot of time to catch up while you were here, but call me sometime. I really missed you. And don't say a word in response to that. I'm still very much me and will kick your ass if you call me a softy."

The blonde smiled as she stood. "I'll call. Let me give you my number as well, just in case."

"Oh, there is no just in case. It's either you call or you bleed. Simple as that."

"Noted." The two women awkwardly hugged, but as soon as they were connected the nerves vanished and the embrace deepened. There always was that comfort between them but they had been too afraid of it before. Santana gripped onto the blonde and held her tight, needing that support, needing Quinn's strength. "I'm going to be there from now on. I promise."

They parted and the Latina sniffed away her burgeoning tears. "You better be. I'll talk with you later. Just…call me."

Quinn nodded and watched her friend walk out of the room. This was a good point in the most stressful week of her life. Now it was just dealing with coming out to her parents and trying to figure out if she was ready to meet her daughter…ready to have Rachel willingly hurt herself.