A/N: So, writing this chapter left me with one thought: How many frickin story lines do I have going on? My goodness. This really is like a soap opera. I think all I need now is for someone to fall for someone else's sister and then it would be complete. (Joking. That would just be really weird.)

To answer some questions. We will be meeting that other glee clubber soon, but it wont be Brittany (sorry). Also, there will be a Faberry interview...type thing.

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"Late night?" Kim asked as she cautiously sat down in front og Quinn's desk. The blonde was reclined in her chair with her eyes closed, relishing the early morning quiet. She opened her eyes and cleared her throat, peeking at the clock to see if she had actually fallen asleep.

"Yeah. Rachel's show didn't end until late and the evening was emotionally draining as well."

Kim ran her flat hands over her skirt as she nodded her head. She had read about Chris' forwardness on one of the diva's fan sites that she frequented. Though, she was on there less lately due to her direct contact with her idol. "Did you need help with anything?" Quinn looked blankly at her assistant, unsure of how to answer. Her brain wasn't moving fast enough yet. "Your schedule is up to date and your messages have been sorted. Is there anything else you need?"

Quinn shook her head, unsure if there was or not. "Do you know where Adrianne is? She suppose to be reviewing the lighting set ups."

The brunette nodded slowly, sitting forward in her seat and looking down at her shoes. "I do beilive she and your newly arrived friend are occupying the restroom at the moment."

Quinn slapped her hand to her face. This was getting ridiculous. It was the second day in a row where her apprentice was proving useless, both days due to Santana's interference. "Do you think they locked the door, or can I go and hose them down?"

Kim laughed lightly at the idea. "It's probably locked." There was a moment of silence that she spent still looking down at her shoes while Quinn spent it looking at her. "So, are those two dating now?"

The blonde let out a long sigh. "With Santana, it's just sex. Sex is not dating. It may endup as dating if she's not careful though. Adrianne has a way of dragging people in without them even knowing." The assistant huffed another laugh and Quinn hesitated. "Kim, can I ask you a question?"

The brunette looked up eagerly and nodded her head.

Quinn worried her lip and leaned forward, bracing her forearms on her desk. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to. Okay? And your answer can be kept strictly between the two of us if you would like, but...are you gay?"

"No." Kim answered quickly and shook her head adamantly as Quinn sat back again, taking the pressure off of the suddenly nervous girl.

"Okay. I was just asking because you remind me a little bit of myself when I was in denial." The brunette slowed her shakes and looked curiously at Quinn, hoping she would continue. "I was raised with the very strict belief that homosexuality was one of the worst sins you could commit. But as I started developing what I refused to call 'feelings' for Rachel in high school, I swayed my opinions on the topic to make myself feel more comfortable about it. I said that homosexuality was fine and I would be doing nothing wrong unless I acted in such a way. If I didn't act gay then I wasn't and therefore had not committed a sin."

Quinn watched as her assistant unconsciously nodded her head in the slightest of motions.

"I spent most of my high school and college years alone or in relationships with guy who did nothing but put me on edge and made me feel uncomfortable around them. I was on the look out for sexual advances that I wasn't interested in. Eventually, I just stopped dating all together. I was lonely, missing something in my life that would have made me whole. Then one night, Adrianne kissed me. I didn't want to push her away, but actually wanted her closer. I knew right way that this was what was missing. Not Adrianne, specifically." Quinn assured her. "But the comfort in attraction."

Kim was tuned in to what Quinn was saying and she knew without a doubt that they younger girl knew exactly what she was talking about. The blonde stood up and smiled at her assistant as she walked out of the office to give her time to think.

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"You are unbelievable." Adrianne panted as Santana pressed her up against the bathroom wall and teased her earlobe, suckling it as her hands ran over the apprentice's body. "We can't do this again."

"One more time." Santana begged, pulling up Adrianne's skirt that she had just straightened out again.

"We have already done it twice. Quinn is going to get pissed if I don't...fuck." Her words were cut off as Santana's hand slipped between her legs again, running the pads of her fingers over Adrianne's sensitive spot.

"One more time. Let me have you one more time." Santana couldn't even believe she was begging. She doesn't beg for anyone but this woman had her addicted. "Let me hear you say my name when you come just one more time."

Adrianne's darkened green eye met hers and she pulled the Latina away from her neck. "I can get fired for this."

The Latina rolled her eyes. "Q's not going to fire you. She knows how I work. She should be expecting this. Now..." She pressed a light kisses to the other woman's lips and pulled her underwear down again, sliding her fingers through her wet folds, massaging her clit. "Lets see how fast we can do this."

Adrianne dropped her head back against the wall and closed her eyes, knowing that Santana was only going to watch her face. The Latina felt empowered, seeing what she was able to do to her. She loved how Adrianne's clinched jaw fell open as she slid two fingers inside the tight warm heat. How her brow creased when she curled her fingers in hit her g-spot. How she gripped at anything near as she traced her thumb over her clit with each steady stroke of her fingers inside of her. Santana loved watching the breath in her chest catch as she sped up and the gasps that escaped her throat.

That was when Santana always lost her control and dove into her neck, kissing and licking down the column of Adrianne's throat as she fisted the Latina's hair. The pulling only made her thrust faster as she lifted one of the apprentice's legs up to her hip for better access and she slipped in a third finger, abandoning her thumb's circles. Opting in stead for the forceful slap of her palm to the sensitive nub. "Come on, Baby." She grunted into Adrianne's ear as she neared. "Cum for me. Say my name."

Adrianne wrapped her hand behind the Latina's neck and buried her face in her shoulder, whispering her name until she didn't dare risk screaming it and bit down on her bottom lip as she came, holding her grunts and moans of pleasure in as Santana continued slow pulses. She watched again as the woman shook against her and the wall, licking her reddened lip. "I'm going to get fired."

The Latina laughed and let her leg slide down her side. "At least you'll have a smile on your face when it happens." Adrianne rolled her eyes and moved to straighten herself in the mirror, swatting off the Latina as she attempted again, standing behind her and snaking her arms around to unbutton the apprentice's shirt.

"Stop it. Let me do my job. We will have all night."

"But we're wasting the day. And I only have five more left in New York." An awkward silence fell in the bathroom and Santana wasn't sure why, but it made her feel sad.

"Right. And when you leave me, I still need to have my job."

Santana relented and stepped away, moving to the door. "Okay. I'll wait until tonight." The other brunette narrowed her eyes as she approached. "I promise." The Latina smiled genuinely and opened the door. She watched the woman's ass as she walked out until she ran into her. Her eyes shot up in confusion to see Quinn braced against the opposite wall with her arms folded across her chest. She looked genuinely upset but didn't say anything, only walked away, Adrianne scurrying behind her apologizing.

Santana waited back a good distance to let them have their professional moment.

"Quinn, I'm sorry. I know that was highly inappropriate."

"It was." Quinn agreed flatly as they walked to the workstation. "I don't care what you two do on your own time, but you are suppose to be working. If you were anyone else I would have fired you."

Adrianne bit her lip as they stopped at the table. "I know. I am abusing our friendship. I'm sorry. It wont happen again. I promise."

"Good. Now that you are behind with today's work, I'm going to leave you without any further distractions. I'm taking Santana with me to find a realtor. You can do these lighting settings while we are gone." She said, handing the worried apprentice papers with the detailed setups on them. "Kim is here if you need help with some of the heavier things. Do as much as you can. I don't know when we are going to be back."

Adrianne nodded, worrying her lip as Quinn walked off. Santana kept her eyes down as she past, then looked up quickly to Adrianne's green eyes and smiled apologetically before turning and following the blonde.

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"It's a realtor's office. It's an office with a bunch of realtors. You have to pick the right one just like you would pick the right apartment." Santana lectured as she shoved Quinn through the door to the realtor's office, drawing quick glances as the blonde stumbled.

"Tell me again why it is I brought you with?" Quinn asked in a hushed tone as she shot the Latina a dirty look.

"To keep me away from your apprentice so she would actually be able to do work." Santana answered wiggling her eyebrows. Little to Quinn's surprise and much to Rachel's amusement, Santana had checked out of her hotel and was staying with Adrianne for the remainder of her vacation. Judy was the only one put off by the development. She thought it was highly inappropriate for two people to be moving that quickly. Her opinion became a mumble in the background when it was pointed out that Quinn and Rachel had pretty much done the same thing. They just rotated whose place they were staying at.

"Hi. Can I help you?" A young female receptionist asked from behind a high counter, her eyes shifting between the friends to try and predict which one she needed to be speaking directly to. Quinn spoke up first.

"I am looking to get an apartment."

"But first she needs to find the right realtor." Santana interrupted her. "Her situation is unique and she is in need of a very, very patient individual."

"Santana."

The brunette shouldered the blonde away. "Q. This needs to be done. Now, if you have someone already in mind and they are available, I would like to begin an interview process to make sure he or she is capable of handing the demands that will be placed upon them."

Quinn shut her eyes in embarrassment as the receptionist sat open mouthed and unblinking for several seconds before she nodded and slowly retreated to the offices behind her. "I cannot believe you. Maybe you should go back to the studio. There is a new couch that Rachel and I still haven't broken in yet." The Latina visibly pondered the offer until the young girl reemerged and called them forward.

"Susan should be who you are...requiring. She is very patient and very understanding when it comes to her clients' needs." Santana arched an eyebrow to the girl's back. She would be the judge of that. The Latina eyed her up as she walked into the room, Quinn following closely behind, ready to cover her friend's mouth at a second's notice. Susan was a blonde woman in her early thirties with blue eyes as big as Quinn's. Her lips were as full as Rachel's and her attire could have been picked out and precisely coordinated by Kurt. The only thing Santana had against her by appearance was the fact she wasn't a natural blonde, or so she was guessing.

"Hi. I'm Susan Brown. Please, have a seat. I hear you are looking for something, or someone quite specific."

"Yes." Quinn answered quickly, shoving Santana down in the seat before she could speak, then shaking the woman's hand. "Quinn Fabray. It's nice to meet you. I am looking at getting a new apartment and...it would be best all around if the realtor that we were working with was...patient and flexible."

"Can I inquire for a little bit more detail?" Susan asked as she sat down behind her desk, looking Quinn in the eyes as if trying to read her hesitation.

"Well, this is the first apartment that my girlfriend and I would be moving into together. It would be very much the melding of two worlds."

"Night and day." Santana clarified. "Summer and winter. Black and white. Gay and straight." Quinn cut her off again with a hand over her mouth and an apologetic smile to the woman across from her.

Susan raised her brow and looked down to her desk before returning her attention back to the women. "I can certainly see the difference between you two."

"What?" The two friends asked in unison, Santana pulling the blonde's hand away from her mouth. "No. No. No." Quinn corrected her. "Santana is a friend. No, my girlfriend is working right now. She couldn't come to this meeting."

"Oh!" Quinn could see the relief in the other woman's eyes that Santana wasn't part of the equation. "Okay. Well, since we are missing one, we can just start with the basics so I can have some places to show you next time when you are both here?" Quinn nodded and Santana reclined in her seat to see how this was all going to play out. "So, where are you looking at? And particular borough?"

"Manhattan. I work in Soho and she works on Broadway."

"Artists? Hmm, okay. Are you looking for any particular layout? Loft? One bedroom? More?"

Quinn inhaled slowly as she thought about it but apparently took too long so Santana answered for her. "Pick one of each and let the diva decide from there."

"The...diva?"

"My girlfriend, Rachel."

Susan's eyes widened and her jaw bobbed for a second. "Oh. That's why you seem so familiar. Okay. Rachel Berry. I've seen you..." She cleared her throat and regained her professionalism. "Okay, well...are you looking for an open floor plan, multiple stories, top floor?"

The list went on and on and Quinn ran her hand through her hair. She knew what she would like but that didn't necessarily mix with Rachel's desires. "Let me put it this way...Right now I live in a dark, spacious but comforting three bedroom that is very private and intimate in setting. Rachel lives in a bright, one bedroom apartment with high ceilings and is made of glass so the world can see inside."

The woman slowly nodded her head and tapped her pen on her desk. "So...this is where the patience comes in?"

Santana laughed coldly under her breath. "Only a third of it. You see, Rachel is called the diva for a reason." Quinn snapped a cold glare to her friend who just shrugged the threat away. "Whatever. You know it's true. She has very specific things that she wants and expects to get."

"We are compromising on this though."

"Right, that is were the remaining third of her patience is going to go. You have the melding of two very different people, one very demanding in her own right, and then dealing with the inevitable spats that are going to erupt between the two of you as you learn to compromise. This is why I wanted to interview the woman before she decided to accept you as a client. She's going to have to go through countless listing, looking for very specific things, and then sit back as you two bicker like an old married couple about them, holding her up from doing anything else productive with her day. Now tell me I'm wrong?" Quinn didn't say anything and they both shared one more glare before turning to the speechless woman in front of them who still had her brow raised and lips mashed together. "So, Susan? Still interested in the challenge?"

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Rachel's smiled fell slightly as the latest interviewer left her dressing room. It was yet another line of questions making her defend her sexuality, her relationship, and her career. There was a knock on the door and Scott entered, holding her phone out for her. "Who is it?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "It didn't have a programed ID but they had your number."

The diva furrowed her brow and looked at the phone as Scott sat down on the loveseat. "Hello?"

"Rachel?"

Rachel froze. She knew that voice. "Yes?"

"Hi. It's...it's Shelby.

The brunette just sat there, willing herself to speak but nothing came out. It was only when she met Scott's worried gaze that she was able to speak again. "Hi." Well, it was a start.

"Yeah. I know it's a little strange and maybe a little forward of me to call, but...is this a good time? You're not busy are you?"

The diva shook her head. "No. I...I just got done with my last interview and the show doesn't start for two hours."

"Okay. Well, um...I'm sure you've heard that I'm bringing Beth up to New York to meet Quinn." There was a pause but Rachel had no response to that. "I just...I thought that maybe we could take the opportunity to talk as well."

"Why now?" The question slipped out before she realized it. She had been hoping to keep that in her head and out of her mouth.

Shelby didn't answer right away. "I know what I did to you was wrong and selfish, and I don't deserve your forgiveness, but...when I told Beth that she was going to meet her biological mother, she was ecstatic. I mean, I have never seen such a smile on her face. She just wanted to know everything about her, wanted to read every article she could get her hands on, anything that dealt with Quinn." She paused and Rachel swallowed hard. "Then when it came out about the two of you and Quinn's past, I wasn't sure if this would be the best time, so I told her we weren't going."

"What?" Rachel blurted out, jumping to her feet. "You can't do that to her and you can't do that to Quinn."

"I know. Rachel, I know that." The voice pleaded with her to understand. "I realized it right after I told her. I saw the heartbreak in her eyes and it looked just like yours. I couldn't do it again. I shouldn't have done it in the first place. I mean, you weren't asking me to move in with your dads and form this one big, happy family. You just wanted to know me. I was selfish when I ran. I didn't want to be reminded of what I lost out on, but all that did was cause me to lose out on more."

"Yes. Instead of sixteen years, you now have twenty-five years of which to tell me that you missed me and thought about me but that it just hurts you too much to look at me." There was pure malice in her voice. "And then you had the nerve to call my house and befriend my father to help you. Did you ever stop to think about how that would make me feel? That you can't stand to know me, but you want to know my dads, forget that I even exist."

"No." The answer was straightforward and brutally honest and it caught Rachel off guard. "I didn't. I have always had issues stepping back and seeing how things I say and do effects other people. I ignore their emotions and focus on mine."

Rachel had always thought that was a personality quirk she had picked up from her only child upbringing, but apparently it was genetic. "Why are you calling me?"

"For many reasons."

"To try and ease your guilt?"

Shelby paused. "That's on of them. Another selfish one is in hopes of preventing Quinn from walking away from her daughter for you. I mean, because she doesn't want to hurt you. I don't want to see that look in Beth's eyes that I saw in yours. I also don't want Quinn to live with the regrets I have lived with."

"It warms my heart to know that you care so deeply for the mother of you adoptive daughter." Rachel shot her eyes around the room to keep her tears from falling and suddenly realized she was alone. Scott had slipped out unnoticed.

"Rachel, I know I can't be your mom and now I have given up the chance to even be your mother...I was just hoping that we might try and learn each other as adults. Try to form some sort of friendship."

The diva closed her eyes and the tears started falling. Shelby was only doing this for Beth. If she hadn't ever mentioned wanting to know Quinn, Shelby would have never called. She would have never wanted this 'friendship'. Rachel wanted nothing more than to yell and scream about how much pain and scaring this woman had caused her, but she couldn't. She wasn't going to be like Shelby. She stepped back and looked at this from everyone's perspective. Shelby was reaching out in her love for Beth, so Rachel was going to do it for her love of Quinn. She wasn't going to rob Quinn of something that she wanted. "When are you two coming?" Rachel asked in as steady of a choice as she could manage.

"In about two weeks."

"Then I guess I will see you then." She didn't wait for an answer and hung up, collapsing on the sofa, covering her face as she cried. Seconds latter she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and looked up. Tina and Scott were on each side of her and comforted her as she cried it out. She needed to get it out. If nothing else, this phone call allowed her to vent her frustrations so she would be more civil when she met with them in person. As the tears ran dry and the sobs stopped she decided that the call was a good thing. It was the beginning of healing.

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"I swear she has gotten so much more crap in the last four months that she has in all the years that I have known her." Adrianne complained as she slid the florescent lighting stands into the desired locations while Kim sat back and watched her.

"And yet, she seems to use all of it within the week." Kim pointed out in admiration of her boss. "That's in the wrong spot."

"What?" The apprentice turned to the shorter brunette who stood up and turned the lights on.

"See. It's too far forward and casting a shadow."

Adiranne ran her hands over her face and moaned in frustration. "I don't know if I can do this. I keep screwing up. It seems like everything I do isn't good enough or is just plain wrong."

"To you." Kim added quietly as she hopped up on the top of the table. "Quinn has been very supportive and impressed. She understands that it takes time to learn. You're being too hard on yourself. Just relax."

Adrianne laughed lightly to herself as she turned to face the assistant again. "I appreciate your words, but they are a little hard to take seriously from someone who is always nervous about something. Perhaps you should be taking your own advice."

Kim looked down the her hands in her lap and fiddled with her fingers.

"See, this is what I am talking about. You think someone is criticizing you so you shrink up in your shell. If you have something that you think is a weakness, embrace as your best weakness. Like Quinn, she can't cook. Absolutely can not cook. Nothing that requires the slightest bit of skill, anyway. But she embraces it and makes fun of herself for it."

Kim scrunched her brow and met Adrianne's gaze as she approached. "And what good does it do to make fun of yourself?"

"It takes the power away from everyone else. If you can laugh at yourself then what satisfaction is anyone else going to get out of it if they are only looking to bring you down?"

"What...what about those people who criticize you, not for a laugh, but because they have something against what you are doing?"

Adrianne shifted her jaw to the side as she met Kim's weak gaze. She knew what this was about, but the girl still wasn't wanting to admit it. Either to herself, or to anyone else. "That is harder to take. I won't lie to you. But if you have friends who support you and whatever it is that you are doing, it makes it a lot easier. They can help pick you back up when you get knocked down."

Kim dropped her eyes back down to her hands as the taller brunette studied her face, she was confused and scared. Adrianne moved closer in front of the assistant and lifted her face with a gentle index finger under her chin and lowered her lips to hers in a light kiss. Kim's breath caught and her eyes widened at the action and she tried to pull away, but Adrianne hooked her fingers around her neck and pulled her back into a slightly deeper kiss. She held her there for a few seconds before slowly pulling away, just enough to meet her eyes.

Adrianne studied her eyes for any resistance before she leaned back in and was met with an eager mouth from Kim. There was that same excitement that she had the first time she kissed Quinn, knowing that this was Kim's first acceptance of who she was. That no matter what happened afterward, the younger girl would always remember this kiss.

"Hope we're not interrupting." The two jumped apart quickly and turned to see Quinn with an amused look on her face and a partially scowling Santana standing just behind her who quickly diverted her eyes. "This doesn't look like work to me."