I Sing For Ice Cream

Probably set in the universe of my unreleased fic Tweeting Birdies, but it doesn't matter in the long run

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"Mommy, can I have more ice cream?" Brown doe eyes peer up at her, batting innocently, and it's in that moment that Harmony is looking so much like Rachel that Quinn almost caves in.

Almost. Sighing, she shakes her head. "You've already had two scoops. You're going to have a tummy ache."

"But- But-"

"No buts, okay? I promise I'll get you some more tomorrow, deal?" Harmony sends her a pout - yeah, she's definitely Rachel's spawn - but Quinn holds strong, simply meeting her gaze evenly.

"Mama always lets me have more though," her daughter whines.

Quinn can't resist the fond smile that graces her lips. "Yeah well, that's because Mama always spoils you. Now no more ice cream for today, alright?"

"...Fine," Harmony finally agrees, puppy eyes still in place, and Quinn feels love blossom through her chest. This is her life, and she'll forever be thankful for that.

Harmony goes off to find Rachel after that, and Quinn already knows what she's going to do, but she can't find it in herself to care - contrary to what her kids think, she does enjoy spoiling them occasionally, so when five minutes later, Harmony comes back, with another cone of ice cream in hand and another hand in Rachel's, Quinn only smiles and shakes her head in adoration.

Turning to Rachel, she says, "You spoil her too much. She'll have a stomach ache at this rate, you know?"

"Oh, she'll be fine," Rachel waves her off, before smiling at Harmony. "Won't you, baby?"

Harmony, already well-versed in the arts of getting Rachel to tend to her every whim, simply nods along eagerly, sending a sweet smile to both of them. "'Course, Mama. I love you!"

"Suck-up," Quinn mumbles under her breath as Rachel beams, but her smile is too bright to even be masked. "Rae, when she needs to use the toilet later, you're dealing with it."

"Look, I barely get time to spend with them as it is Quinn, let your wife spoil your kids," Rachel huffs, rolling her eyes.

"I am feeling so loved right now," Quinn deadpans.

"You are," Rachel immediately assures her. "You are so loved and cherished, Quinn, and I will forever love you for giving me these perfect babies."

"Oh, so you only love me for my vagina pushing out your demon spawn, eh?"

Rachel snorts. "You act as if I didn't push out your hellspawn first."

"Pfft, Luke is the biggest sweetheart, Harmony just has you wrapped around her little finger," Quinn retorts, but then her eyes turn soft. "I love you."

It's a confession, a declaration, and a promise all in one, and Rachel sends her a soft smile, tender and loving. "I love you too."

"…Mama, can I have more ice cream?"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Rachel," Quinn says in a warning tone.

"Quinn," Rachel mimics. "Don't make us pull out the waterworks."

"Yea Mommy, please?" Harmony joins in, eyes starting to water. "Or I'm gonna cry!"

"Oh, I love how you two don't even pretend that they're real," Quinn shakes her head, before turning to Rachel. "Harm gets all her bad habits from you, I swear."

Rachel pouts, "What about the good habits?"

"They're all me, definitely," Quinn smirks, and when Rachel huffs in indignance, Quinn lets out a chuckle, pulling her wife closer to her body. "Harmony is perfect, just like you. Happy?"

Rachel's lips quirk upwards though Quinn's sure that she's trying her best to suppress it. "…Will you let me get ice cream with Harm?"

Quinn groans. "Rachel, baby, the answer is a firm no."

"But Mommy-" Harmony whines, and Quinn gives her a stern look.

"No is no Har, you have to learn that."

"But sometimes no can mean yes," Rachel pipes up, eyes holding a secretive gleam. "Just like when Mommy told me no in high school. Completely void of value."

Quinn narrows her eyes, fully prepared to stand her ground, but then Rachel leans in to her ear, whispering, "Luke is at school and Kurt is taking Harm after this, so we'll be all free. And I'm thinking that we could find some use for the ice cream."

"Harmony is literally right there."

Rachel rolls her eyes. "She can't hear us, and she's too busy drooling at the ice cream anyway."

"I meant I might ravish you in front of her if you keep this up."

Rachel's eyes darken immediately. "Let's go drop off Harmony at Kurt's right now."

Quinn stifles her smirk. "My thoughts exactly, dear."

It's only when they get home that Rachel remembers, "…Wait a second, we didn't get ice cream in the end!"

"Oh. How unfortunate," Quinn drones, already shrugging off Rachel's blouse and nipping hungrily at exposed tan skin.

"Fuck, Quinn," Rachel groans as Quinn pushes her towards their bedroom, but she tries her best in shrugging away anyway. "Quinn! Did you seriously-"

"Uh huh, yeah, totally, you're a dumdum," Quinn waves away, in the process of removing Rachel's bra to expose those glorious, glorious, breasts for her mouth to feast on.

But Rachel, of course, has to ruin all their fun, and she moves away with her arms crossed, not pleased at all. (Because she won't let Quinn give her the pleasing dammit!)

"Quinn Fabray, I can't believe you-"

Quinn moves to shut her up with a deep and bruising kiss, swallowing Rachel's words into her mouth, and Rachel kisses back eagerly, hands everywhere.

"Now, do you really want to talk to me about this?" Quinn asks, brow raised as she starts to take a stiff peak into her mouth and suck.

"Oh, no Quinn, not- not at all," Rachel babbles, voice in a loud moan. "Nope, nuh uh, and oh fuck yes! Quinn!"

Quinn simply smirks and pushes Rachel onto their bed, core throbbing between her legs with want. "If I recall correctly, we do have a pint of ice cream left in the freezer," she drawls. "So maybe if you scream my name loud enough later, we'll get to…play with it a bit later."

"I scream for ice cream," Rachel grins, before frowning a slight bit. "But wait, it'll hurt my voice if I do."

"Then sing for me, songbird," Quinn growls, hand already moving to lace panties.

"Oh I'll sing," Rachel gasps out, "I'll definitely sing."

"Mm, lets test that theory, shall we?" Quinn purrs, and when Rachel lets out a rumble and pulls her down to the bed, she can't stop her grin. "Ice cream tastes good and all, but…I think I know something that tastes even better."

Just like that, she dives in to feast, and as Rachel thrashes and moans uncontrollably, Quinn can't help but think, Thank god for ice cream.