I just realized I don't have any chapters finished in advance anymore. It'll possibly take longer to update than I thought.

Okay, so what if we were high school juniors and supposed to graduate in one year, we were still allowed to be a little bit nostalgic and do childish things.

"My paper plane's gonna fly further than yours!" Puck announced, raising his self-made paper plane.

"You kidding? Mine's like, the Super Plane of all planes!" Mike retorted, showing a different kind of paper plane.

I rolled my eyes at them.

"Please, don't be so childish," I scolded them, before I smirked and held up mine. "Mine is the ultimate paper plane that is gonna whoop your asses."

"Uhm, I'm just going to ignore what I just witnessed and say hello."

Quickly hiding my paper plane behind my back, I whipped around and innocently beamed at Quinn.

She laughed and held out her arms, "C'mere, let me give you a hug, you big baby."

I happily complied, distantly hearing Puck snicker to Mike and they both left to let their paper planes fly somewhere else than the auditorium.

"So this is how you spend your lunch break when I'm not here? Making paper planes with Puck and Mike?" Quinn playfully asked, looking at mine. Proudly, I showed her the artwork I made.

"Look," I enthusiastically said, pointing to the wings of my paper plane, "I painted our initials on it. R&Q, see?"

The blonde chuckled before she turned to me, "Though I enjoy this side of yours, can we get serious for a moment?"

Instantly, I let my hand with the paper plane drop and my face turned dead serious.

"What happened?"

Quinn laughed, "No, not that serious. I was just wondering if you happen to know why Jennifer Mont voluntarily quit the Cheerios, along with the few who belonged to the group that harrassed me?"

"Why would I have anything to do with it?" I innocently said, and I meant it.

About Jennifer and the other Cheerios I had no idea, but I could guess. Probably Santana's doing.

"Rachel!" Quinn huffed. "You tell me not to use threats, but then you chase them off the cheerleader team yourself."

I defensively held up my hands, bringing my paper plane into sight again and that made her crack a small smile.

"I really don't know," I admitted. "I never told Jennifer to quit the Cheerios, and I'm not the one who threatened the others."

Though that made me wonder. Why didn't Santana tell me that she had taken over the job of making the backstabbing cheerleaders quit?

"Why don't you ask Santana if she's on this?" I suggested.

Quinn frowned. "Well, that's strange, because she was the first one to know about Mont and the others quitting, and she asked me if that was your doing."

Now we stood there, as clueless as before. If Santana hadn't done it, then who? Puck was out of the question because he had nothing to bribe the Cheerios with, and to think of Brittany was even more unreal.

"You know what," I began, "it doesn't matter. They're off the team and they can't bother you anymore. What's important is here and now."

I took her hand and put my paper plan into her grasp. Then I raised her arm and beckoned her to throw it.

She questioningly looked at me and I softly smiled at her.

"Metaphors are important," I gently said, positioning her hand with the paper plane at her eye level. "Let it fly, the way we are going to fly into the bright lights of our future. And when it lands, it just means that we've found the place we belong to."

And Quinn threw the paper plane and we watched it doing a looping in mid-air, but I didn't see where it landed because next thing I knew, my eyes fluttered close at the feeling of Quinn's lips on mine.

It was Friday. And not just any Friday.

The last day of school before Spring Break. And more importantly, Quinn's birthday. After having it planned one month ahead, I was more than nervous about the outcome.

Fidgeting with the hem of my new, surprisingly very fitting letterman jacket, I waited outside Quinn's house, trying to seem like casually leaning against my car while I was a nervous mess inside.

I scolded myself for being nervous. I mean, Quinn wasn't even going to get the gift until after school. No reason to feel so uneasy about her rejecting the present.

The housedoor opened and I pushed myself off the car, just to be slightly disappointed to see it was Judy.

"Don't you want to come in and surprise her? She's taking a little bit longer today, something about wanting to look extra good for a certain someone," Judy said with a small smile and beckoned me with her hands to come in.

I almost tripped over the threshold.

I was sending silent prayers to – I didn't know who, just someone. Because Quinn was already as gorgeous as she was and I wouldn't be able to take it if she turned it up a notch. She was sometimes too much to handle, and I didn't need my brain short-circuiting in the morning.

"Nice jacket," Judy raised one eyebrow at my outfit and I mumbled, "Thanks."

"So I guess Quinn's fulfilling one of my wishes after all, dating a football player."

I coughed and pounded myself on my chest, heavily blushing. Judy pinched my cheeks and I grimaced at that. "Oh, don't be embarrassed. I don't mind emancipation in a sport that is dominated by men."

"Mom, are you talking with yourself again?"

I instantly stood straighter as soon as I heard the angelic voice coming from upstairs.

"What are you waiting for?" Judy whispered, pushing me towards the stairs. "Go, surprise her!"

I stumbled my way up the stairs, less elegant than I would've liked to. Standing in front of her slightly opened door, I took a deep breath and pushed it open, about to yell 'Surprise!' when the word died on my lips.

I stared at Quinn like I had never seen her before.

Hello, brain to Rachel, hello?

"Hi," was all I managed to breathe out, my eyes almost getting sore because of gazing at so many places at the same time.

Quinn hadn't finished dressing herself yet. That would explain why she was in a matching set of underwear. That would explain why I had trouble breathing.

Huh.

"Guess you do rock Victoria's Secret after all," I throatily whispered, quickly looking away after realizing that I had probably stared too much. All my fantasies, they were nothing compared to that.

A dark blue lacy bra pushing up her breasts, tauntingly teasing my eyes to linger on them, and don't get me started on her toned stomach, or her legs, or any part of her body for that matter...

And to think that I had always been kidding about the Victoria's Secret stuff. I really should stop asking for more than I could handle.

Quinn managed a quiet laugh and she softly said, "It's okay, let's just pretend we're going swimming. Isn't that the same? Everybody's half-naked there."

Don't dream up dirty pictures, don't...damnit...

"Not helping," I muttered, still looking to the ground.

"Now who's in the Celibacy Club," she chuckled and finally searched for some clothes to wear.

I gulped. Maybe I should join the damn Club and swear purity until marriage.

I mean, it was seven thirty in the morning! Clearly not a good time to have a minor heart attack or breain death or whatever.

"By the way, that jacket suits you."

How Quinn managed to stay so casual about that was a mystery to me. Maybe the Celibacy Club was just a joke; it was actually a Club where they taught you naughty things along the lines of 'How to kill your girlfriend with your sexiness'.

"You can look now."

"Really?" I cautiously asked, not daring to lift my eyes. I heard a soft laugh.

A long, slender finger under my chin pushed my face up, making me stare directly into Quinn's sparkling eyes. "Really."

It was magical. I'd probably cringe later at the use of this word, but it truly was.

When our lips connected, it was like kissing her for the first time; a new, unexpected experience, so mind-numbing and gut-warming that it threatened to overwhelm me because I was so unprepared to the amazing feeling that was Quinn's mouth on mine.

Slowly parting, I brushed my lips against hers before I softly whispered, "Happy Birthday, Quinn. I'm so glad that you were born on this date seventeen years earlier."

Quinn chuckled and gently said, "I guess you have to thank my mother."

I smiled. "I guess I will have to thank her for creating such a gorgeous girl, huh?"

She blushed and ducked her head, making a strand of hair fall into her face.

And she made me melt. She made everything inside of me go weak.

I guess Santana would have to help Quinn scraping me off the ground sooner than she would've liked to.

Today, Quinn was radiating with happiness and it was infectious, nobody could suppress a smile whereever she appeared. Tons of congratulations, hugs and hand shakes, whereever she went; and I just proudly stood by her side and beamed as she got showered with love and adoration.

Now that she wasn't known as the Ice Queen anymore, people dared to speak to her and they immediately fell in love with the charm of my girlfriend.

I dreamily looked at her, watching her accepting Kurt's hug with a smile, when Puck appeared behind me.

"Hey Rach, we're in a partner look," he said with a smirk, pulling at the collar of his own letterman jacket. Then he surprised Quinn by hugging her from behind, squeezing her with his strong arms, playfully saying, "Happy Birthday, girl. Looks like you've got a thing for football players – when's my turn?"

I knew better than to take him seriously, and I laughed with him instead, while Kurt warily looked at us and then left.

"I'm sorry," Quinn smiled, "but it's more like I've got a thing for Rachel Berrys."

And my eyes went heart-shaped.

"It's getting mushy, so I'm gone," Puck said and patted me on my shoulder before he walked off.

"So," I drawled, stepping closer to her. "I heard you've got a thing for Rachel Berrys."

"Uh huh," Quinn grinned, her hands taking mine.

"I happen to be a Rachel Berry," I whispered with a smirk. "And I've got a thing for Quinn Fabrays."

"That's convenient," she hummed with a smile. "We'd look good together, hm?"

"Very," I huskily replied. "Maybe we should go out on a date some time."

"Really?" Quinn chuckled and she slowly stroked my cheek, tracing my jaw line with her finger, until it touched my lips. I shivered under her sensual touch, leaning in to her, wanting more -

"Well, that's too bad, I've already got a girlfriend, and she's the only one I'll ever go out on dates with."

Dumbfounded, I watched with wide eyes and open mouth how Quinn strutted away with a confident sway in her hips.

The only thing that would make this situation worse was -

"Seems like you don't need me to cock-block you anymore, Q's doing that job very fine on her own."

"I hate you, Santana."

The frustration, that was more or less sexual, was making my every movement stiff and unelegant, so I mechanicly turned to the Latina and growled at her, "What?"

She snickered at me before her expression changed, mimicking Quinn's seductive one.

"I'm Quinn Fabray, captain of the Celibacy Club," she lowered her raspy voice, stepping closer to me and I had to admit, she was making a good impression of my girlfriend. I gulped. "And I'm here to make you drown in your own sexual frustration."

Her face was one inch away from mine when she started laughing, pushing me away. "Berry, your face is priceless. You need to get laid."

With that being said, she walked away, still laughing to herself and I innerly cursed at her with every expletive I could come up with.

Completely mad at the stunt that Santana had pulled, I more or less stomped to my class, thinking of ways to kill her. How dare she make fun of my sexual frustration, she was so going to pay for it.

Grumbling and muttering to myself, I didn't really watch where I was going, until I knocked into someone, sending books and papers flying everywhere.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," I mumbled and immediately kneed down to help picking up the loose sheets, sorting them into a stack before returning them to -

"Jennifer?"

I almost let the sheets drop again.

She shyly reached for the sheets and I gave them to her, waiting for her to say something.

"Thanks," she breathed and avoided my gaze. "I'll get going, then."

"No, wait," I quickly said before asking, "Who made you quit the Cheerios?"

She blinked a few times, staring at me with confusion until realization dawned on her. She weakly smiled. "I quit by myself. You didn't expect me to stay on the team after everything I've done, did you?"

Wow. "And what about the others?"

"I bribed them so they would quit as well," she said after hesitating and it took me off guard. She was the one who made the group of back-stabbing Cheerios quit?

"Why?" was all I managed to ask.

Jennifer pulled her binder closer to herself, only halfway meeting my gaze.

"It's the least I can do," she quietly said. "I need to earn your forgiveness, remember? You may have forgiven me already, but I haven't."

I opened and closed my mouth, not knowing what to say. Thanks? It's okay? No hard feelings?

"Goodbye," she whispered, and she didn't wait for a response, quickly walking away.

And I had the feeling that this goodbye was final, that it would be the last time I heard of her. And in this moment, I couldn't help wishing her the best for her future. That maybe she'd find peace somehow, that maybe she could get over her parents' absence the way I had gotten over mine.

And I caught myself lying.

I had never gotten over them nor would I ever, but I've gotten better at it. Quinn was helping me through and I could live with that. I was a fighter, I hadn't become a running back for no reason. I knew how to stand up with dignity after being knocked down. I knew how to shrug away the pain and keep going, because I only live once and I intended to get as many touchdowns as possible. And that wasn't doable if I stayed lying in the dirt.

So I was going to enjoy my life while at it. And I had a feeling it was going to be epic.

I had thought of many different scenarios of handing Quinn the plane tickets. They were all kinds of epic in my head. We would be in a hot-air balloon, a mile above Lima, but Lima didn't offer this kind of service. Then I thought of throwing a big, fat surprise party for her when I remembered that our flight to New York would be tomorrow, and I couldn't have us hungover. Simply not drinking was not an option, because it was no fun to be sober around drunk people. Especially not at your own birthday.

And Quinn didn't really like alcohol that much either. She seemed to have feared that I would consider a surprise party that she had made me swear to her not to throw one. She wanted to spend her seventeenth quietly.

Only with the ones I love, she had said.

So we spent it in a small circle with Brittany and Santana, and her mother had baked her a very pretty birthday cake that rivalled those in the confectionery. It was so beautiful that no one wanted to do the first cut. Judy rolled her eyes and took the knife out of Quinn's hand, but she flatteredly smiled nonetheless.

After having our stomach stuffed to the verge of exploding, we just lazily sat at the table, joking with each other and even Santana was too full to come up with proper insults towards me.

When we felt able to move again, we dragged ourselves to the living room and finally let an excited Brittany give her present to Quinn.

I had expected something funny and sweet when Brittany enthusiastically pushed her present into Quinn's arms, but as soon as I saw my girlfriend blushing once she opened the box lid, I dismissed all expectations.

"Exactly what Rachel would like!" Brittany cheerfully said, and I caught a glimpse of the content in the box. My face flushed as well, memories of this morning flooding my mind again.

Santana snickered. "I'm sorry, Britt, I can't hear you over the sound of Berry's blood rushing south."

Screw her. She hadn't seen what I had seen this morning, and the lacy set of lingerie in the box was bringing all the memories back.

"Uh, thanks, Brittany," Quinn tried to lightly say, but her blush said otherwise.

The taller blonde beamed and went in for a hug, chipping, "No problem. Santana loves these kinds of stuff, I figured Rachel would, too."

I smirked at Santana who rolled her eyes at me. "Not gonna lie."

When it was her turn to hand out the presents, she simply gave Quinn a piece of paper. Furrowing her eyebrows, my girlfriend slowly read out, "One free show of me and Brittany doing it. You're welcome."

Laughing at our blank expressions, Santana reached behind her and took out a box, widely smirking. "Don't tell me you wouldn't redeem this coupon. Here's the real present anyway."

The real present turned out to be better than I had thought, it was an award that looked like a small Oscar, only that the figure was a cheerleader judging from the pom-poms and the standing pose. Engraved in the little platform were the words, "Quinn Fabray – Award for Embracing Her Gay"

"That it rhymes is totally random, I only noticed it after having it engraved," Santana added. When Quinn looked at me, unsure of what to think of this, I cracked a grin. I thought it was cute.

The Latina sighed and reluctantly said, "I first wanted to write 'Award for being my best friend besides Britt and to some extent, Berry, who I only tolerate because of you', but it was too long to fit in. So I decided to cut to the chase."

"Thank you?" Quinn said, more questioningly, but Santana was the first one to hug her anyway, tightly squeezing her. "We bitches stick together, right? You know you can count on me. Unless you want me to help you removing corpses, because I'm not that fucked up."

I warily watched them pat on each other backs. What a weird friendship. But mine with Santana wasn't any better.

All in all, it was touching nonetheless, and they started reminiscing the old days where the Unholy Trinity used to be a trio of distant Ice Queens.

"We used to command the jocks around," Santana grinned to herself, only to have Quinn deadpan, "We still command the jocks around."

"And we used to throw slushies -"

"You mean, you used to throw slushies."

"And it feels like yesterday when I once cut off a big chunk of Jewfro's hair."

"That's because it was yesterday."

And somehow, over the time, they started talking about me like I wasn't there.

"Q, I'm so glad you're with Rachie now," Brittany had started, causing Santana to pretend gagging.

"Yeah, me, too," she had said, "Now when you're angry, you have somewhere else to sink your claws in."

"Santana, rude. Brittany, thanks. I'm glad, too."

"Admit it, Fabray. I bet under all that holy demeanor, you'd love to sink your claws into Berry's skin."

"I'm still here, Santana." Hello?

"San! Just because you like me going rough on you, it doesn't mean that Quinn likes it, too."

"God no, I really didn't need to know that."

"Shut it, Q. You secretly wish that coupon was real, cause seems like you're not getting any action from Berry."

"Still in the room."

They went like this for a long time, back and forth, with Santana being her incredibly crude self and Quinn being her incredibly awesome self. Yeah, I was lightly biased.

It was only when Judy walked in, accidentally overhearing Santana saying that Quinn would love to christen the kitchen counter first chance she got, that was when they stopped bickering in favor of watching the older Fabray going through all shades of red.

We couldn't decide who was blushing more. Quinn or her mom. Or me.

But Brittany managed to break the tension by asking why Quinn would want to make the kitchen counter turn into a Christian. Kitchen counters were entitled to practice their own religion.

So Judy managed to talk again, and asked if Brittany and Santana liked to stay for dinner, but they politely declined. They said they wouldn't be able to comfortably eat with the amount of eye-sex Quinn and I would be sharing over the table.

Judy lost the ability to speak for another few minutes, along with Quinn and me.

But turned out that it wasn't that untrue; Quinn and I would shyly look up from our plates and share this knowing smile, and we would stare at each other until Judy would catch us staring.

It was only after the third time my fork missed my mouth because of my unwavering eyes on my girlfriend, that Quinn's mother resolutely stood up, put some food on her plate, and left the table.

We were too much in love to be embarrassed. We giggled instead and enjoyed the rest of the dinner, completely in a world of our own, where eye-sex was very much allowed.

Even when we finished eating, we didn't want to leave the room because it was so cozy and warm, probably heated up by our hot stares of desire, but Judy came back again and asked (forced) us to move to Quinn's room.

So here I was, in her room, on her bed, and, no, not making out with her. She had to receive her present yet.

"Any reason why you're nervous about giving me a present?" Quinn asked with a smile, her eyes landing on the wrapped present in my hands. It was rectangular and one inch thick.

"It's because you make me nervous," I admitted and cheesily grinned at her. She laughed and shook her head. "Still?"

I smiled. "Always. It's a good kind of nervous. Makes me feel alive."

She beamed at me and quickly leaned in for a short kiss on my lips, but seemed like I had other thoughts because when she pulled back, I followed her and caught her bottom lip between my teeth.

"Mhm," she softly moaned against my mouth and I took this chance to slip a tongue inside of her open mouth.

I'd never get tired of kissing her. I used to get bored when kissing the same girl for a longer time, because she would use the same technique and it would quickly become predictable and, well, boring.

But everytime I kissed Quinn, it was always a new experience because I still couldn't control these feelings in my stomach and yes I had heard of 'butterflies' and other strange descriptions, but one thing I knew, kissing Quinn Fabray was something I'd never tire of. It was like food, I mean, just because I ate everyday didn't mean that I would get tired of eating.

Warm hands placed themselves on my shoulders and slowly started pushing, so I instantly pulled back and stopped kissing her.

Her flushed face was one of my favorite sights.

"Rachel...your present is poking my stomach."

For one moment, I blankly stared at her with my mind completely in the gutter. When I looked down between us, I finally understood what she meant.

"Oh, sorry!" I hissed, quickly grabbing my present that got squeezed between us during our short make out session.

"Maybe it's best if you give it to me now -"

"Someone likes talking dirty," I playfully said and watched her usually pale face turn redder.

"The present!" she quickly corrected. "Before we get too distracted...with other things."

My heart was already wildly pounding from our short, but hot make out session, and now it picked up even more speed. I was nervous that Quinn wouldn't like the present as much as I thought she would.

"Here," I breathed, handing her the present.

She carefully tore the wrapping off, revealing a small photo album. She turned her head to me, like she was seeking for approval of me to open it. I nodded.

She flipped open the first page, and a picture of us gazing at the starred night sky with our hands intertwined caught her eyes.

"Is that...was that taken on New Year's Eve?" she lowly asked. I smiled at her. "Yeah. Brittany wanted to take us to the rest of the group, so we could celebrate the countdown together. But then she saw us standing there and she didn't want to bother. So she snapped a picture instead because she thought we looked cute."

Quinn slowly nodded. Her fingers rested on the page and I softly took them into my hand, flipping over to the next page with my other hand.

"And that's the whole Glee Club, see?" I pointed out, "We look so happy in there. Look at Santana's derp smile."

Quinn laughed and added, "You look quite charming as well."

In that picture, I was laughing so hard that my mouth was wide open with my teeth showing and my eyes narrowed to slits. Very charming indeed.

Page over page, there was not one picture without at least one person smiling or laughing or goofily grinning. All photos were snapshots of our lives, not one was posed for, and that made it a lot more special.

"You're ridiculously photogenic," I sighed, dreamily looking at another image of Quinn just looking to the side, not expecting to be photographed. She looked like a goddess.

"Shush, you're much cuter, I like your goofy laugh," Quinn replied with a grin and she finally flipped over to the last site when two stripes of paper falled out.

"Oh, what is that?" she questioningly said, picking up the pieces of paper and taking a closer look at them.

I nervously swallowed.

"Hm..." Quinn hummed, furrowing her eyebrows. "Plane tickets to New York." Her eyebrows shot up. And I slowly ducked away. "Oh no, I think someone forgot them in there, we have to bring back the album!"

I almost fell off the bed.

"But why is there my name on the ticket...and yours on the other...and...the departure date is tomorrow..." she said to herself and with every mumbled word, her voice got lower and lower until she...

"RACHEL!"

This time, I really fell off the bed. But only because Quinn had pounced on me and overestimated the size of her bed, effectively bringing us both tumbling to the ground.

"Uff," I breathed out, once again lying on the floor of Quinn's room with her on top of me. This had to stop happening. I mean, falling on the ground with my back, not having Quinn on top of me. That could always happen.

"I don't know whether to be mad at you," she grumbled into my neck and I squeaked because for whatever reason, she just bit me there, "or to fall in love with you again and again, each time deeper than before -"

"Well, I do hope for the latter one," I made the stupid mistake of replying to a rethorical question. I hissed again when I felt teeth biting at my sensitive skin, accompanied by a soothing tongue that quickly licked the small flesh wound. This time, I hissed in arousal.

The things she was doing to me, I could die of that. Just one dose too much and I'd be a puddle of goo. More than I already was.

"I can't believe it," she muttered against my throat, kissing a way down to my collar bone before she lightly nipped on it. I only replied with an incoherent mumble. Brain on overload.

"You really want me to come with you to New York?"

It amazed me how she could talk and suck at my neck at the same time.

I let out a strangled noise that should've sounded more like 'Yes, I do' but ended up coming off as a moan. I tried at least.

"And I guess there's no way talking you out of this? Like this football business?"

No. Even if I was currently re-thinking everything because of her sneaky hand that had slipped under my shirt and now was feeling its way up to my breasts. No. A determined no.

"Uhhh." Not quite.

All ministrations on my body suddenly stopped and I felt oddly dazed. I felt her lying her head on top of my chest and her hands were playing with my hair now.

"Do you really love me that much?"

Taken aback, the only answer I knew was, "How can I not love you that much?"

Quinn curled a strand of my hair around her fingers. Though I couldn't see her face, I felt the muscles of her face twitching and I guessed she was smiling contently.

"You know, I gave up fighting your incredible presents," she sighed and pulled teasingly at my hair, making me chuckle. "'Cause I know you're so stubborn that I can't make you think otherwise, not even when I pull out my best weapons."

"You mean your sneaky hands and restless mouth?" I jokingly added before I gasped, feeling said sneaky hand pinching me in the side.

"It means a lot to me," she whispered, continuing like I never interrupted. "It really does. It's not a small gift and it's not something to be taken for granted. And the fact that you want me to see such an important part of your life makes me feel...more special than usual, because you always make me feel special."

I started giving her back a massage with one hand, rubbing it in soothing circles.

"I really spoil you, don't I?" I playfully remarked.

She lightly laughed. "Yes, you do. I don't think I can ever live up to that."

"Quinn," I sighed with a frown. "I don't want you to ever worry about that. It's my job to blow all my money on my girlfriend, isn't it?"

She laughed again and playfully slapped me on my shoulder. "No, Rachel, seriously."

"Okay, maybe I was kidding," I easily replied. "But I just want my girlfriend to be with me in New York City. I want us to see the animals in Central Park Zoo, and maybe have an embarrassing café date with my friends. This is my wish. And one way to get closer to my wish is to fly to New York City. Actually, this is almost a present to myself, I mean, how much better can it get?"

She looked at me expectantly.

"Everyone I love will be there!" I exclaimed with excitement. "You, my best friends, the Italian ice-cream seller down the street, and you, and the big bodyguard who always lets me enter the club without checking my fake ID, and did I already mention you?"

Quinn let out a light laugh and I swooned over the beautiful sound. "Only twice."

"Not enough, then," I grinned and happily ruffled her hair against her half-hearted protest. "So will you come with me? Please? Not like I'm accepting a no, but let's pretend you have a choice."

She huffed. "How did you manage to convince my mother to let you do this?"

I cheekily grinned at her and she rolled her eyes with a smile. "You're dodging my question."

"And you're dodging mine."

"You dodged mine first!"

"Fine," she sighed, then a bright smile broke out on her face. "Like I can say no to you...yes baby, I can't wait to be in New York with you."

"Yes!" I shouted in triumph and I threw both of my arms around her, tightly hugging her to my body.

"Best Spring Break ever!"

Mine too, Rachel. Mine too. Until Glee hit me in the face with a sarcastic 'Welcome Back'.

Yay, finally heading to New York and this will be probably the last big part of the story :D Don't underestimate the word 'big'.