Rachel was in the kitchen watching Quinn as she washed the dishes from their lunch. She couldn't help herself from dreaming of seeing this more in the future. She hoped for it, and that scared her a little. She didn't know if it was the scene that she was admiring or the domestic side of Quinn. Her ass did look good in the jeans that she was wearing and Rachel was having a hard time pulling her eyes away. But, the more she thought about it, the more upset she got. She wanted to try with Quinn, but things weren't going to be easy. Quinn was West Coast. She was East.

"Hey, no frowns today," Quinn told her as she turned around to see the look on Rachel's face.

"Sorry," Rachel replied quickly as she tried to smile back at Quinn.

She knew that it wasn't one of her patent smiles. It didn't reach her eyes and she knew that Quinn knew it. She tried harder and eventually her smile broke out. Quinn was already across the kitchen though, looking into her eyes. Rachel didn't know what she was looking for, but she wasn't sure that she wanted her to find it either. She loved the way that Quinn just stared into her eyes, like she was losing herself in them.

"What do you want to do now?"

"I don't know. This isn't my town. If we were in New York, I'd threaten you with the theater," Rachel replied.

"I don't know of any good plays running right now, or I would offer."

"Then, let's do something else," Rachel stated.

"Like what?"

"I don't know, Quinn. I am not from here. And, to be honest, this is my first time a beach with real waves, so I don't know what to do with myself. I am completely out of my element. I've never done any of things that I have done with you in the last two days with anyone else. I don't..."

Quinn grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. Rachel felt the air leave her body once she collided with Quinn. There was that look in Quinn's eyes. She'd seen it before back in her hotel room, but she'd dismissed it thinking it was the alcohol that they both had consumed. Then, she saw it in the ocean waves, but thought it was nothing more than worry on the blonde's part as she was teaching Rachel to surf. But, now, Rachel was sure that it was more and it shook her to the core.

"Are you cold?" Quinn asked her, pulling her in tighter.

"No," Rachel breathed out just in time as Quinn began to kiss her senseless.

Quinn broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. She saw Rachel's eyes dancing and then she knew. She knew what they needed to do and where they needed to go.

"Did you bring some comfortable shoes?"

"You saw what I had on when I got here."

"Okay, cool. I know what to do. Do you trust me? Will you trust me?"

"I am here, alone, with you, aren't I?" Rachel quipped back.

"How do you feel about history?" Quinn asked her with a cocked eyebrow and a quirky smile.

Rachel cocked her eyebrow back in response. She loved history in the way that it helped her study for a role and it fascinated her in the way that man has used it in order to write his story. It was something else that she actually loved besides music and theater.

"I have no problems with history. A lot of theatre is based on history. Why do you ask?"

"I think I know of something that you might like to do, then…" Quinn stated and left the room with no other additional information on the topic.

Rachel stood there. She was one for surprises but it was mostly because of how she was treated in high school. Things didn't always work out in her favor. So, now that Quinn was planning some sort of surprise for her, tonight, she was a little on edge. She would try not to show it, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to hide her apprehension about it.

Quinn came back into the room a few minutes later. She realized that Rachel hadn't followed her out of the kitchen. She gave Rachel a look and then crossed the room. She took Rachel's hand in her own and pulled her out the room.

"You don't have to stay in the kitchen all day," Quinn joked as she pulled her past the living room and into another room with a grand piano.

Rachel stood there dumbfounded as Quinn sat on the piano bench, a huge smirk on her face. Rachel could only wonder how she missed the beautiful instrument earlier as they walked through the house to change. She sauntered over to the piano and stood beside it in the crook as Quinn just watched her. She didn't know what to think. And, then she heard the first few notes of to "The Word of Your Body" from Spring Awakening.

"You play?" Rachel asked not commenting on the fact that it was from a Broadway musical.

"A little," Quinn replied as she continued to play.

Rachel just leaned over the piano and listened to Quinn play. She resisted singing because she wanted to lose herself in the sound without overpowering Quinn's beautiful music. She gave her the trademarked megawatt smile as Quinn flowed from show tunes to Beethoven to modern rock ballads. It may have been only a few minutes, but it meant so much to Rachel.

Quinn just watched her as she lost herself into the music. Rachel's smile was infectious. Quinn couldn't help but smile back. Her eyes were dancing as she continued to play and they never left Rachel's mocha colored eyes. She couldn't help but be drawn in by the warmth she saw there. Rachel for her part was getting lost in Quinn's eyes.

"You're too good to be true," Rachel whispered, not realizing that she said it aloud.

"I am not really."

"Are you going to tell me what we are going to do later?"

"Not yet."

"A hint?"

"Do you get sea sick?" Quinn asked with a quirked mouth and cocked eyebrow.

The smile that she was giving Rachel was reflected in her eyes. She stopped playing as she waited for Rachel's answer. When Rachel didn't say anything quickly, she gave another look and waited a few more seconds.

"Well, do you?" Quinn questioned again.

"No, I don't. Was that a clue? Is that you asked?" Rachel inquired.

Quinn just smiled at her. She knew from their long talks in the middle of the night, especially after one of Rachel's trying nights, that Rachel didn't like not knowing what was going on with her life. It was one of the reasons they bonded so quickly on Hathor. They both wanted control of the one thing that they would never really have it over completely…their lives.

"Maybe," Quinn teased her as she eased up off the piano bench.

"You're really not going to tell me?"

"I didn't say that. I am just not giving you all the information right now. So, what do you want to do until around dinner time?" Quinn asked trying to take her mind off the night.

Rachel just smiled as Quinn continued to get close to her. The look in her eyes made Quinn shiver. Rachel moved a little away from the piano as Quinn continued to close the distance between them. As soon as she was close enough, she circled Rachel's waist and pulled her into her body, holding her close.

"So, you've got me for a while, what do you plan on doing with me?" Rachel husked out.

She felt Quinn's groan through her own body. She knew that she tempting Quinn and she didn't care. In the back of her mind, Rachel wasn't stressing over the fact that she'd never been with a woman. In her mind, it wasn't a problem. She would find a way to please her and she would enjoy herself going enjoy herself while she did it.

"You can't look at me like that unless you want me to take you upstairs," Quinn told her as her breath ghosted over Rachel's mouth.

"Maybe, I wouldn't be opposed to that," Rachel replied leaning forward into her ever so slightly, causing Quinn to almost lose her balance enough to lean away from her.

Rachel grasped her to hold her upright and close. Leaning in a little more, Rachel finally found her lips and gave Quinn a thorough kiss. To her delight, Quinn didn't fight it. Instead she moaned into it and even brushed her tongue slightly against Rachel's lips, silently asking for more. Neither of them were sure what they were doing or if they were going too fast. In that moment, it didn't matter. They needed each other and they needed the other to know it.

Quinn slid her arms down Rachel's back and held her close. It wasn't that she was unwilling to let the small diva go, she just didn't want to at the moment. She wanted to remember exactly what she tasted like. She wanted to know that the feelings that they had been conveying via the internet were real, that their time spent talking and making out the night before wasn't a fluke, and that maybe, just maybe, she could actually have a future with this woman.

Rachel ate every second up that she was in Quinn's arms. Now that she was sober everything was different. It was some drunken blurry haze. She could feel the warmth of Quinn's body beneath her fingers. She knew the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each stolen breath. Quinn was beautiful and she was kissing her. Rachel's brain didn't care about anything else at the moment. She was blissfully happy and she wanted to stay that way.

Quinn broke the kiss and looked into her dark eyes. She watched as Rachel's eyes fluttered open and her pupils were blown. She could see the want and Quinn wanted to give into it so badly that she took a step back to put some much needed distance between them. It was in that movement that Quinn realized that she was falling in love with the tiny brunette.

"We should stop," she finally said through several pants.

Rachel just looked at her, unsure of why Quinn stopped. She didn't mind the kissing. She enjoyed it very much, but she could see something in Quinn's eyes that made her want to question why they were stopping. She reached up and touched Quinn's face, holding her cheek. She felt Quinn lean into the gesture.

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize, Rachel. I am just as to blame of you are for that kiss. And, it wasn't like I didn't want it, I just think that we shouldn't be so…"

"So?" Rachel inquired as Quinn hesitated in her words.

"I think that we should find something for you to wear."

"To what?"

"Our little adventure this evening," Quinn replied.

"And, what I am wearing isn't enough?" Rachel countered.

"It isn't that it isn't enough, but I seriously doubt that the great Rachel Berry would like to go out on a date to a fancy restaurant in a pair of deliciously tight jeans and that shirt. This might not be New York, dear, but I pretty sure that they won't let us in with you dressed like that. So, I figured that we could head out towards the Pier and find something a little more fitting for tonight's activities and maybe, I'll find myself something to wear as well," Quinn told her.

"You want to go shopping?"

"Do you not like shopping?"

"It isn't that I don't like it. I do. It is just that I haven't really bought my own clothes since high school. When I got my first role on Broadway, Kurt was my assistant and my personal shopper. I think that he rather liked the job. I paid him enough that he open his first boutique. He still buys most of my casual clothes. The rest he designs and just gives to me. I think that I have some sort of contract with him or he is still paid monthly for making sure that I look good. Either way, it's been years since I've just gone shopping. Especially after I became famous."

"Well, then I guess, this really will be an adventure," Quinn quipped as she giggled a little.

"What about Beth?" Rachel suddenly asked all serious.

"I'll go talk with Santana. I believe that you promised Brittany some recipes. You can use my laptop if you need to. I'll be back in a few minutes. Can you handle that?"

"Absolutely."

Quinn gave her a quick peck on the cheek. She actually skipped out of the room, leaving Rachel at the piano. She stood there dumbfounded. When she realized that Quinn wasn't really coming right back, she walked around the piano and sat down.

She raised her hands and let her fingers walk across the keys. There was no sound coming from it. She was just letting her fingers lightly touch the keys. She wasn't sure that she should even play anything. It had been so long. She had spent so much of her life with music and dance that theatre had always been her goal. On the way, she found that she liked to play piano. She wasn't great, but she was relatively good. She watched her hands as they assumed their position like she was about to play a masterpiece.

Seconds later the soft strains of "Open Arms" by Journey began to float through the air. She played like no one was really listening and she lost herself in the music. She didn't realize that she played through the first verse twice before she let the words flow through her and out into the open air.

Quinn had made her way back to the room with her piano. She was leaning against the door frame just watching Rachel lose herself in the music. She could see the beauty in her eyes. She could see the beauty in the emotions that her voice and her face were betraying. She was in awe of the small woman. She knew that she was a dynamo, but this just cemented the divaness that she was allowed to have. Rachel Berry was the real deal and Quinn was determined that no one would ever be able to hurt her or take that from her.

"That was beautiful, Rachel," Quinn told her as soon as she stopped playing.

Rachel's fingers crashed into the keys making a horrible blend of notes. She looked up at Quinn in shock. Slowly the shock faded and she started to smile back at the blonde.

"You never said that you could play," Quinn stated.

"I don't really."

"I'm going to call bullshit on that," Quinn replied. "You were playing and very well. Music is in your blood. I think that your fathers were right. You were meant for the stage, screen and radio. You are going to kill them in your audition. They aren't going to know what hit them."

"We'll see."

"Did you not tell me that they selected you because of your time on Broadway?" Quinn asked.

"I did."

"Then, why? What this? Why are you so worried about it suddenly?"

"Because I want it so badly."

"And, that is a bad thing?" Quinn inquired.

"For me? Yes, it can be. Every time I want something this bad, it goes bad and I lose it. I fight so long to try again and then, I realize that it will be mine when the universe or whatever decides that I am ready for it. Usually it is after I've humbled myself greatly and learned some great life lesson, but I want this. I want this more than I want to say and that scares me."

"Why?" Quinn asked.

"Because I wanted Broadway and I got it. Then I lost it. Then I got it again, but I went back to school. Then I took it by storm. I fought for every roll I got. I trained long and hard to keep my body and my voice ready to do anything that a director could ask of me. I've failed in Hollywood once. I don't want to do that again."

"You just told me that you lose it only to get it when the time is right, yeah?"

"Yes, so," Rachel replied.

"Maybe the time is now. You said it yourself. You failed in Hollywood once. You failed on Broadway and fought your way back. You've become the darling of Broadway. I am sure that directors are begging you to perform. Hell, you've conquered the small screen with all your TV cameos. This is your time to shine, Rachel. You've earned this. Besides, from what Santana and I've heard from our many feelers out at the studios, you've got this. The only one holding you back this time is yourself," Quinn told her.

Rachel just nodded at her. Quinn took her in her arms as soon as Rachel stood up. She held her for a few minutes before she started to usher her towards the door. Rachel just gave her a quizzical look as she walked her to the rental instead of getting in her own car.

Once she had Rachel in the Prius, she ran around the car and got in the driver's seat. She buckled, backed out of her drive and started down the highway towards LA proper. As they drove along, Quinn took her hand and held it. She could only hope that Rachel would liven up later in the evening. She didn't want her to keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. She wanted her to live in the moment and have fun, because Quinn knew that worrying about it wouldn't do anything for her but make her anxious and fumble through her audition.