A/N: This story is getting super long! Right now, my plan is end this story at the end of their summer. After a hiatus so I can focus on my other fic, I'm thinking about a sequel but haven't decided if I want to have it as a time jump or just pick up with the fall semester. Thanks for everybody that has been following and reviewing through this crazy long journey!

Chapter 52

Quinn had thought that Rachel had fallen asleep on her chest as they laid in the bed and she jumped when she felt Rachel's hand slide up her bare thigh, fingernails lightly scratching along the skin. The brunette shifted and lifted her face to Quinn's, pushing their mouths together with a passion Quinn was not expecting. She returned it with equal enthusiasm, her tongue gliding along Rachel's lips until Rachel opened and allowed her to slip inside. Rachel rolled her hips into Quinn's side, causing them both to groan simultaneously.

"God, I'm going to miss this," Rachel murmured, her hand gripping Quinn's leg firmly, her lips brushing against Quinn's swollen ones. Quinn moaned as she slid higher, her fingers moving up under the flowery sundress and towards already wet panties.

Quinn let Rachel lead, her hands tangled in brunette locks as Rachel kissed down her jaw and started teasing her neck. Rachel's fingers felt like they were leaving a trail of flames against her pale skin as they moved up to her hip under her dress and holding her tightly. Rachel pulled herself up onto her knees, breaking the contact to pull her own red dress over her head before tugging at Quinn's. Quinn acquiesced, lifting her butt as Rachel dragged it towards her head and sat up to have it yanked it off completely.

Rachel's chest was bare, causing Quinn to gulp at the sight of dusty pink nipples right in front of her. It made her own strapless bra feel even more constricting and she reached behind her back to pull open the clasp and toss her bra onto the floor. She pulled Rachel down on top of her, letting their lips crash together again. Rachel was already growing impatient with the pace and pushed a thigh between Quinn's legs and rolled her hips, causing both of them to groan with the pressure gained on their centers.

"Fuck, Rach. You feel amazing," Quinn said, reaching to massage Rachel's breast, her palm moving slowly over a pebbled nipple and causing Rachel to roll her hips into the blonde again in response. Rachel mimicked the action, reaching down to pinch Quinn's nipple between her thumb and forefinger and was rewarded with a deep throaty groan from the blonde.

Rachel moved her hands down to the waistband of Quinn's panties, sliding her hands underneath and pulling them down her hips, past her knees, and tugging them off of her ankles before throwing them carelessly. She was met with the sight of a needy Quinn below her, center glistening, lips swollen and red, chest heaving breathlessly.

Sitting back on her heels, she let her hands massage their way up Quinn's inner thighs, watching as the blonde bit down on her lip and goosebumps erupted in the wake of her moving fingers. Quinn's eyes were locked on Rachel's every feature, flipping between Rachel's face and her hands. The slow pace of Rachel's hands was driving Quinn insane with want, her center getting wetter with every touch of Rachel's fingertips against her skin.

Rachel slid her right hand all the way up until it hit the apex of Quinn's thighs. Quinn's hips bucked at Rachel cupping her mound, the friction of her center on Rachel's hand finally giving her the tiniest bit of relief from her growing frustration.

Rachel let out an adorable giggle at Quinn's readiness and pushed two fingers through her lips and into slick wetness. Quinn's back arched and she whimpered as Rachel circled her entrance and moved up and down, skillfully avoiding her already throbbing clit. Rachel was determined to move slowly despite her own growing need to see Quinn in the throes of her orgasm.

She leaned forward, keeping her fingers between Quinn's legs, but letting her lips capture a stiff nipple and rolling her tongue against it as she grazed over Quinn's clit before moving her fingers southward again. Every movement elicited a new noise from Quinn as she continued to move her hips, determined to get Rachel's fingers to stay where she wanted them the most.

"Don't make me beg, Rach," she whimpered as Rachel once again skated on the outside of her clit before sliding down and circling her entrance.

"Mmm, but I like it when you beg," Rachel husked, her fingers pausing and pushing into Quinn only as deep as her first knuckle and then holding her hand still. "What do you want?"

"You. Deep inside me. Now."

Quinn's words were needy, desperate and Rachel finally complied, her two fingers thrusting in until her palm was flat against Quinn. Quinn let out a relieved moan that caused Rachel's panties to soak through as she started moving her fingers, curling against the sensitive inner wall as she thrust slowly and gently.

"Fuck me like you mean it," Quinn whined, her hips trying to buck with Rachel's rhythm, forcing her deeper and harder. Rachel couldn't deny Quinn and began to move faster, her palm slapping against Quinn's clit every time she went deep inside. She could feel Quinn clenching tightly around her, signaling that she was close. Rachel dipped down and kissed her sloppily as she pushed the blonde over the edge, pulling back so she could watch Quinn come undone at her touch.

Rachel could watch Quinn as she climaxed for the rest of her life. It was her favorite version of Quinn: passionate, vulnerable, and completely sexy. When Quinn finally came down from her high, Rachel slipped her fingers out and lifted them to her lips, tasting Quinn's tangy sweetness. Her eyes were still fixed on Quinn and she watched her girlfriend lick her lips at the sight. She smiled at Quinn as she cleaned her fingers and wasn't surprised when Quinn pulled her down on top of her, kissing her deeply and moaning at the taste of herself on Rachel's tongue.

"As much as I love the taste of myself on your lips, I want to taste you." Quinn's words gave Rachel chills and she pulled Quinn up to her mouth again, kissing her deeply.

She flipped them over, straddling Rachel's hips and kissing her deeply, letting her hands find the smooth flesh of Rachel's stomach. Fingers moved nimbly upwards until she was rolling a hard nipple between them, causing Rachel to arch into the touch and groan into her mouth.

Quinn moved her mouth sloppily down Rachel's jaw and began kissing softly down her neck and nipping on her collarbone, soothing the bite with her tongue immediately after. Rachel was putty in her hands and her willingness to relinquish control was exhilarating.

Quinn replaced her fingers with her mouth, sucking a nipple between her lips and flicking her tongue over it, causing Rachel to hiss and dig her nails into Quinn's back. Quinn's hand tweaked the other nipple in rhythm with her tongue before she switched and started the process over.

By the time Quinn released the nipple from her lips with a loud pop, Rachel moved her hand to Quinn's head and tried to nudge her towards the apex of her thighs where her drenched panties were sticking to her. Quinn looped her fingers through the waistband and yanked them down tan legs as she kissed her way southward on Rachel's stomach, causing the abdominal muscles to twitch and flex.

Rachel kicked her panties off of her feet and focus on Quinn's slow but steady movement to where she really needs her. The loss of underwear was only a tiny relief compared to what Quinn is willing to give her. She gasped as Quinn's fingernails rake up from her knee, scratching lightly as her mouth places a delicate kiss on her hipbone before moving inward toward her mound.

The flood of pleasure hits as soon as Quinn's tongue slips between swollen lips and Rachel feels the vibration of Quinn's throaty groan. She's propelled to new levels of want and she holds tightly onto Quinn's hair, keeping the blonde tightly in between her legs. Quinn slides her arms under Rachel's legs and pulls them over her shoulder, giving her deeper access to Rachel's center. Her tongue moves languidly but with definite purpose, pulling out whimpers from a desperate Rachel.

Rachel pulls Quinn's face harder towards her, determined to increase the pressure of her tongue against her inner folds. Quinn doesn't resist and lets Rachel guide her until her mouth is surrounding the swollen nub that makes Rachel moan and buck her hips into Quinn's mouth. Her tongue swirls, alternating between direct pressure and barely-there touches, keeping Rachel squirming and begging for more, her one hand still tangled in blonde hair, the other reaching up to hold onto the headboard.

Quinn dislodged an arm from under Rachel's thighs and moved it up so that two fingers could slide easily inside of Rachel's dripping center. The brunette groaned and canted her hips up into Quinn's mouth and hand. The burning heat rushed through all of the brunette's limbs and her toes curled as Quinn moved quicker, her tongue pressed harder against Rachel's painfully throbbing clit.

With a few more well-timed thrusts of fingers and flicks of Quinn's tongue, Rachel hit her climax; Quinn's name being yelled more loudly than their roommates would appreciate if they'd returned by now. Quinn slowed her ministrations as Rachel came down from her high until she slid her fingers out and licked up as much as Rachel's juices as she could before Rachel jerked her up to meet her mouth once again.

The sun was creeping through the window by the time Rachel fell onto her pillows. Quinn had fallen asleep nearly immediately after the fourth round and Rachel felt a similar exhaustion creep over her. Every minute, every touch had been exactly what she had needed to ease her fears of Quinn's trip to London. It had been gentle, passionate, rough, and more than anything full of promises of Quinn's love.

Rachel had never been more thankful for working the night show on a Saturday. Quinn was off of work and there was no way she would have been able to pull herself out of bed in time if she had drawn the matinee shift. Instead, it was after two when she finally stirred to find Quinn still sleeping peacefully on her left, her body only covered partially by the sheet and her head resting on the corner of Rachel's pillow.

She slipped from the bed and grabbed an oversized t-shirt and a pair of Quinn's shorts from a drawer before heading into the common area. Santana gave her a knowing smirk from her spot on the couch as soon as she emerged.

"Late night?" Santana asked, her voice full of faux naivety.

"Or early morning, depends how you look at it," Rachel said with her own sassiness as she set up the coffee maker and shoved a bagel from the bag on the counter into the toaster.

"Damn, Berry, you've grown up. Sex all night with the ex-head Cheerio and not even giving me a lecture about it the following afternoon."

Rachel stuck her tongue out childishly before dropping the hot bagel onto a plate and spreading half of it with Quinn's regular cream cheese and covering the other half with her veggie spread. As soon as the coffee finished brewing, she poured two mugs and placed everything on a tray to carry back to the bedroom, being sure to sway her hips for a watching Santana.

"Rise and shine, Quinnie," she said softly, peppering Quinn's face and cheeks with soft pecks.

"Why are you always so damn chipper in the morning?" Quinn grumbled, rubbing her eyes and stretching.

"Afternoon actually, although I brought you breakfast in bed." Quinn perked a little at the mention of breakfast and was pleased to see a steaming mug waiting for her.

"I have to work tonight, but Santana is off, so at least the two of you will get to spend some time together," Rachel said, trying to be cheery.

"I'll miss you too, baby," Quinn said through a mouthful of bagel. Rachel just smiled at her adorably.

"I need to shower and get ready though," Rachel said, finishing off her bagel and hopping to her feet. Quinn groaned and tried to pull Rachel back down, but the brunette was too quick. "I'm serious, Quinn!" She scurried out of the room carrying her towel.

Quinn sat on the bed and munched unhappily on her bagel. Eating naked in bed was only fun if Rachel was sitting next to her, feeding her small bites and following them with warm, giddy kisses. Nonetheless, she finished her half a bagel and managed to pull a t-shirt, clean panties, and a pair of pajama shorts on before Rachel returned from the shower and was sitting at Rachel's desk checking her e-mail.

She was greeted by the sight of Rachel wrapped only in a towel when she turned around to face the middle of the room. The long dark hair was still dripping, leaving Rachel's shoulders and back covered in tiny droplets. Her skin was radiant and Quinn found it hard to not want to throw Rachel back down on the bed and ravish her for the remainder of the day.

Rachel dropped her towel and Quinn's jaw followed suit, taking in the expanse of perfectly toned legs and perky breasts. She watched Rachel's every move as the brunette slowly ruined her view by adding layers of clothing over the tanned skin.

"Stop looking at me like you're going to eat me, Quinn. I'm already running late." Quinn tried to look ashamed, but her eyes never left her girlfriend, who was picking up a couple of things before heading back into the bathroom to do her hair and makeup for the day.

Rather than moping around the now empty bedroom, Quinn sauntered into the living area carrying the empty plate and her half-filled mug of coffee. Santana was sprawled on the couch, her laptop balanced on her stomach as she typed out an email. Quinn deposited the plate in the sink and filled up her mug before joining her friend.

"Someone finally decided to get their lazy ass out of bed," Santana teased, her eyes never leaving the computer screen. "I already ran, did laundry, and ate two meals today."

"Are you expecting a medal?" asked Quinn, her voice in mock-HBIC mode.

"No, I'm just reminding you that you're not going to maintain that body on sexcapades alone," Santana said with a smirk, shutting her laptop and moving it to the coffee table.

Quinn rolled her eyes and sipped her coffee, not wanting to get into any sort of discussion about her sex life with Santana. She could hear Rachel singing in the bathroom and she hummed along with the familiar tune, much to Santana's annoyance.

"Seriously? She's got you humming show tunes now? Damn, you really have gone soft for the midget, Fabray." Quinn picked up a throw pillow and tossed it at Santana's head, who ducked it expertly.

"What do you want to do today?" Quinn asked, changing the subject completely.

"Well it's my day off from working in a bar, so I want to go drink in a bar instead."

"You seriously want to drink in a dark bar all afternoon instead of exploring arguably the best city in the country?"

"Are you going to drag me sightseeing Berry-style?" Santana asked, her eyebrow cocked, challenging Quinn.

"No sightseeing, but maybe some appreciation for an amazing place. How about South Street Seaport? You can drink and sit outside pretending to absorb some of the magic of Manhattan at the same time. They even have a mall there."

"You've got yourself a deal."

Rachel finally emerged from the bathroom, her hair pin-straight and her makeup light, but perfect.

"I need to get going. I'm working until like ten, so if you guys are out just text me and I'll meet you then." She wandered into the living room and leaned down to give Quinn a less-than-innocent goodbye kiss, causing Santana to make gagging noises behind her.

"Have a good night at work, baby," Quinn drawled against her lips, kissing her once more before Rachel stood up straight and smoothed out her skirt.

She picked up her purse and took her keys off of the rack before hustling out the door and leaving Quinn and Santana to their own devices.

"I already showered, but you need to wash off the scent of Berry if you expect me to go anywhere with you," said Santana, picking up her empty glass and walking to the kitchen area to refill it.

Quinn sighed in annoyance at her best friend, but dutifully grabbed her towel and headed for the shower. Knowing it was a small apartment and Santana would never let her live it down if she heard Quinn singing in the shower in true Berry fashion, Quinn only hummed softly as she showered, smiling at the memory of the first time she heard Rachel sing in the shower when they were at the lake house last year.

Santana was sitting impatiently on the couch when she emerged from the steamy bathroom. She had changed into a tiny jean skirt and a low cut white tank top. She had brightly colored wedges on her feet and her hair was swept up into a playful twist. She played with her cell phone, as Quinn got dressed, opting for a much more conservative light pink sundress with white sandals and a thin white headband. Her short hair was left to air dry and she ran eyeliner quickly along her eyes before grabbing a cardigan and her purse and heading for the door.

The girls walked in the humid summer air and waiting on the unbearably hot platform for their subway train. Santana moaned and groaned about how a dark bar down the block would have been sufficient enough for bonding time and Quinn ignored her and toyed with the strap on her purse until the air-conditioned train finally pulled up to the platform.

It was short ride before they surfaced and walked the few long blocks to the seaport. The city was bustling with businessmen and tourists alike, but Santana plowed right through them, not bothering to take in the sights of lower Manhattan as she went. Quinn lead her through the crowds to the end of the pier where the mall sat and people lounged at outdoor tables, having an early dinner or cocktails.

Santana marched over to the hostess at one of the first opportunities and got them a table for two outside overlooking the pier. Quinn rolled her eyes as Santana perused the drink menu immediately, rather than the view of the Brooklyn Bridge and the beautiful boats docked right near the pier. She pulled her camera from her bag and snapped a few shots before picking up her own menu.

The waiter came over and immediately was drooling at Santana's cleavage and long expanse of tan legs. He was a couple of years younger than them, probably around seventeen. He wasn't bad looking, but slightly awkward and fumbled over his words as he recited today's specials. Santana ordered margaritas for both of them and Quinn wasn't surprised when the boy nearly ran to fill their drink order without even bothering to card them.

Without the distraction of her menu, Santana finally gazed up and watched the people strolling along the pier, stopping in the little shops and taking pictures by the end with the view of the water behind them.

"You sure have a knack for romance. This place reeks tourists and sappy couples," Santana said, stating her observations.

"Maybe you're just a coldhearted bitch that can't appreciate the finer things in life, like a good drink with your best friend in a beautiful place."

The waiter returned with their drinks, placing them down on cocktail napkins before asking if they wanted anything else. Santana shooed him away and he left like a dog with its tail between its legs, but not before taking a good look at Santana's ample cleavage.

"Maybe I don't have Quinn Fabray's dorky romanticism stemmed from spending half of her life with her nose in a book, but I can totally be romantic when I want to be."

"When have you ever been romantic? In the five years I've known you, I can't name one time."

"My romance usually accompanies sex, so of course you wouldn't know about it. Ask Britt."

"I'd rather not," replied Quinn, her nose scrunching at what Santana would consider romantic. Pink fuzzy handcuffs and a couple of candles maybe?

Quinn took a long sip of her margarita, reveling in the tangy sweetness mixed with the sting of tequila. It was encroaching on dinnertime and her stomach growled at the smells wafting over from the next table.

"You want to grab dinner here or somewhere else?" she asked, glancing over at Santana, who was playing with her phone again.

"Here is fine." She glanced at her menu quickly before signaling for their enthusiastic waiter. He scribbled down their orders before scampering away again to put it into the kitchen.

"How's Brittany doing on tour?" Quinn asked, unsure if the topic of Brittany was still a sore one.

"She's tired all of the time when I talk to her, yet she seems to love it. She was made to dance on a big stage in front of thousands of people."

"How are you handling it?"

"Better than before. Apparently talking about feelings does make things better," Santana mumbled, forcing a grin onto her face. "You ever think about the future, Q?"

"What do you mean?" Quinn asked, eying her friend curiously.

"You know, like life after college, marriage, that kind of shit."

"Yeah of course. Why?"

"Do you think you'll marry Berry?" It wasn't Santana's usual snarky tone. Her voice was soft and filled with actual interest.

"I mean, who knows? If this summer is any indication though, I really think so."

"You think that Britts and I will get married?"

"That's like asking me if the sun is going to rise tomorrow. San, you two have been destined for one another since the beginning, it just took you a while to figure it out."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I know I'm kind of a fuck-up when it comes to emotions, but I really think she's the one."

Their food arrived and Santana turned her attention to her bacon cheeseburger. They sat in silence as they chewed, their thoughts on the conversation. Rachel had been in Quinn's life for nearly as long as Brittany had been in Santana's. Everybody knew that Santana and Brittany would end up together in the end because they were always perfect together. Quinn and Rachel were a different story between the bullying, Beth, and everything else high school had thrown at them. She loved Rachel; there was not even a sliver of doubt in her mind about that. They had chemistry and passion, but they had never really discussed their future together. Sure, Quinn had imagined moving to Manhattan after graduating from Yale as Rachel got her break on Broadway. She had never shared her dreams with Rachel though.

"I'm thinking about proposing when Britts gets off of her tour," Santana said casually, pulling Quinn from her thoughts. She nearly choked on her bite of pasta at the statement and took a large gulp of her margarita, feeling the burn of tequila and just irritating her throat further. Thankfully, the waiter had brought them glasses of water as well and she sucked down nearly an entire glass before she composed herself.

"What?" Quinn spluttered, wiping her mouth hastily with her napkin.

"I've lost her too many times already and this most recent one has just opened my eyes to the fact that I never want to live without her again."

"Have you really thought about this, San? I mean we're nineteen years old. You still have three years left at UCLA and Britt's career is starting to take off."

"Exactly, life is beginning and I want it all to be with Brittany as my wife.

"You'd have it all with her regardless of whether you get married or not. Brittany is head over heels in love with you, ring or not."

"Do you think it's a bad idea?" Santana sounded vulnerable, unsure even.

"It's not that it's a bad idea, I just think it's too soon after what happened like a month ago. You're just starting to fix things for real and you guys haven't gotten to see each other. I just don't want you to take this decision lightly. You'll marry Brittany some day, I know you will. Who knows what Brittany will be doing after the tour. I'll support you no matter what, but I just think you should take some time."

"Alright, I'll think about it."

"Do you like UCLA?" Quinn asked, changing the subject to something safer.

"It's okay. I don't exactly get excited over school."

"Yeah, but it's Los Angeles and college parties and all of that stuff too."

"That stuff is nice. I just wish I could have gone into singing or something. Business is so damn boring."

"Change your major."

"Have you met my dad? He'll kill me if I don't do something worthwhile, which basically limits me to business, pre-law, or pre-med in his opinion."

"Can you pick up a minor? Maybe you could focus in business management and open your own recording studio or something equally as cool."

"Yeah, maybe. Think Mercedes and Rachel would produce records on my label?" Santana asked with a laugh.

"Maybe if you produce in New York. I don't think you're going to convince Rachel to leave New York for a very long time."

"So that means you'll be moving to New York in a few years then," Santana said with a sly smile. Quinn blushed and Santana knew she was right that Quinn was already thinking about it.

After dinner, Santana dragged Quinn out of the restaurant with a burning desire for a bar and possibly some dancing. Quinn didn't resist, knowing Santana needed a major break from the emotional heart-to-heart they had over dinner. She texted Rachel and pulled Santana to the subway to take them uptown.

Santana was pretty tipsy by the time Rachel and Kurt arrived at the bar. She was dancing with guys in the dark bar on the tiny dance floor in the back. Quinn had scored them a table not far off of the dance floor where she could keep a watchful eye on her flirtatious best friend. Rachel came right over to her, wrapping her arms around Quinn's waist and planting a kiss on her jaw. Kurt made a pit stop at the bar to get a drink before sashaying happily over to Quinn and Rachel.

Rachel claimed Quinn's drink as her own, swallowing the remainder of her rum and coke and wrinkling her nose at the strength of it as it went down her throat. Quinn got up to get them refills, ordering Rachel something fruity and girly and getting herself another rum and coke before tipping the bartender and walking back to their table.

Kurt was on the dance floor and Santana was grinding on him just like she had on the straight boys. Unlike the straight boys, he seemed mortified. Rachel grabbed Quinn's hand and forced her to join their friends on the dance floor, their drinks in hand.

By a little after two, Rachel was trying to convince the DJ to let her sing and Quinn decided it was time to get her drunk girlfriend home. She was easily the most sober of the four of them and dragged Rachel and the other two out of the bar and onto the muggy street of midtown Manhattan. They stumbled and giggled the entire way to the subway station. Quinn had to swipe Rachel's Metrocard because her girlfriend was giggling too hard to keep her hand steady enough to get it through the reader. They waited on the platform for fifteen minutes, entertaining the other patrons with Kurt, Santana, and Rachel's loud a capella impromptu performances. Quinn was pretty sure a few of them sighed in audible relief when she dragged her friends into a different compartment of the train.

When they got to their stop, Quinn herded them out of the train and to the apartment. She found herself falling into their ridiculous antics of singing and skipping along the sidewalk, basking in the joy of being young and carefree. Kurt insisted that they hang out on the roof when they got back and Quinn grabbed a handful of throw blankets from the living room before they climbed up and lounged on the roof and stared at the landscape full of tall buildings and a cloudy sky.

Rachel's head was lying on her stomach and her own head was next to Santana's as they laid on their backs. Kurt was cuddled into Rachel's side. They talked and giggled and reminisced and slowly came out of their drunken haze, yet staying put tangled up with their best friends.

Kurt shook them as the sky started to lighten, insisting that they watch the sunrise together since they were all on the roof already. Quinn's neck was stiff and she rubbed it with her hand when she sat up. Santana was groaning miserably, citing a terrible hangover for her lack of enthusiasm at watching a bright light appear. Rachel was her typical chipper morning self, giddy with excitement and she sat between Quinn's legs, letting the blonde wrap her arms around her as the sun broke the horizon and starting shedding light over the concrete buildings, reflecting the oranges of the morning haze. It was unlike anything Quinn had ever experienced and she was happy despite having only gotten a couple of hours of sleep on the roof of their apartment building.

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"Quinn freaking Fabray!" Rachel's loud voice rang through the apartment as soon as she arrived home from work, slamming the door behind her and dropping her purse with a loud clunk on the table.

Quinn turned around from her spot on the couch, confused at what she had done to have Rachel come home yelling at her.

"What's wrong?"

"How come you didn't tell me your pictures were going to be published in Cosmopolitan?"

"Um, I didn't know," Quinn said quietly. "Are you sure it's mine?"

"Well your name next to Daniel Shelski Photography under the picture I thought was a pretty good indicator!"

Santana jumped up and grabbed the magazine Rachel was flailing around.

"Page 74," Rachel huffed, looking over Santana's shoulder.

"Holy shit, Q. Your name is totally in Cosmo under a picture of a superhot chick."

Quinn wandered across the room to look at the picture in the magazine. She immediately recognized it as from one of her first shoots that Mr. Shelski let her shoot on. At the time she was so focused on her work that she hadn't really paid attention to what the shoot was for.

"I've got to call my dads! They're going to want copies. You should call Judy!" Rachel launched at her purse, pulling her cell phone from it and speed dialing her dads before squealing into the phone and disappearing into the bedroom.

Quinn just continued to look at the photo spread. Some of them she knew were Shelski's work, but two of the shots were definitely ones she had taken. Her name was tiny in a neat font in the corner of the page, right next to Daniel Shelski's. She knew Shelski was a big-time photographer and she should have figured that it meant that her photos would actually be used in real magazines.

Santana shoved Quinn's phone into her hand and she dialed Judy's number, her head still reeling from the shock.

"Hi, sweetie!" Judy called on the other end of the line after two short rings.

"Hey, Mom."

"How is everything? You haven't been mugged or anything in that city have you?"

"No, I'm safe and sound. I have some pretty cool news though."

"What is it?" Judy said, her voice picking up with intrigue.

"You need to buy a Cosmopolitan magazine. A picture I took is featured on page 74," she said calmly, still staring down at the page.

"Quinnie, that's so wonderful!" Quinn giggled a little as she heard her mom call to Ted in the background to grab her keys so they could go get a copy. "I'm so proud of you, honey. Ted and I are going to the pharmacy right now to buy copies."

"Thanks, Mom."

They said goodbye and hung up. Rachel was still in the next room squealing with her dads. Santana wrapped her arm around Quinn's shoulder and put the magazine down on the table.

"I think this is a good reason to celebrate," said Santana with a grin. "I'm going to go grab some booze."

Rachel finally reappeared from the bedroom after Santana grabbed her keys and headed to the liquor store.

"I'm so proud of you, baby," Rachel said, wrapping her arms around Quinn's neck and kissing her softly.

"Santana is insisting we celebrate," Quinn said, pulling back to look into Rachel's eyes.

"I know how I want to celebrate," Rachel husked suggestively and Quinn felt her desire pool deep in her abdomen.

"You're a tease, Rachel Berry. We can't blow her off, but I'm definitely going to capitalize on your idea of a celebration later."

Santana came back in, a brown paper bag clutched in her hand. She dropped her keys carelessly, causing Rachel to immediately pick them up and hang them on their appropriate hook by the door.

"I got champagne, bitches. Let's celebrate." Quinn pulled three wine glasses from the kitchen cabinet, deciding it would have to be good enough since they didn't have champagne flutes and it wasn't like they were drinking expensive champagne anyway.

Santana popped open the bottle and poured three generous glasses before putting the bottle in the fridge.

"To Quinn getting to stare at hot girls and becoming famous because of it!" Santana said lifting her glass.

"Santana, that is not an appropriate toast from something so significant!" Rachel scolded.

"Fine. To Quinn for being the most badass photography intern in New York City."

"Much better," Rachel approved before taking a sip of her glass. Quinn smiled and did the same while Santana tipped back half of her own glass. It was the first of many celebrations, Quinn just knew it.