Fall Into me Chapter 18, a glee fanfic

AN: Sorry for the long wait, sat down and planned everything else out for the entire story and started writing ahead. Currently I have about 6 chapters done. The next will come out when I complete the 7th, and then the next one after I complete the 8th one. (If that makes sense.)

And once I do finish writing EVERYTHING, I'll just edit and post everything at once. Cheers.

Hope that the over 12k word chapter makes up for it.

Hiram was quiet as he locked the front door behind him. Placing his keys into the bowl next to the door, it was late by the time he finally pulled himself home. Though the numbers were making it a closer race, he knew deep down that he was going to win but he still was the Police Chief until the moment he was sworn into office. He did enjoy the work, for most of his life he had worked with his 'hands'.

He smiled a small smile when he entered the living room to find Rachel cuddled up with Quinn, sound asleep. Rachel's head resting on the blonde's chest with Quinn's arm curled around his daughter's waist. He didn't have the heart to wake them up to tell them to go upstairs. Instead, he just grabbed the blanket nearby and threw it over them before turning to walk up the stairs.

Rachel, above all else was his pride and joy. No matter anything he would do or say, it was all for her in the end. When he did win this race, it would open up a lot of connections for Rachel and himself. Even Quinn, because no matter how bitter he was about his own marriage, he had a feeling he was going to be seeing Quinn for the years to come.

Now with Shelby coming knocking it was going to throw a wrench into that plan. She gave up all rights to see his daughter long ago. It was him and LeRoy that had took care of Rachel since the moment she was born. He wondered what Shelby was playing at, the truth of the matter was that it simply would be better if Rachel never found out the truth of everything. So Shelby would be allowed to have her time with Rachel.

The man sighed as he climbed up the stairs. Hiram had missed just having a quiet moment away from everyone, if he was deadly honest, he missed LeRoy. Or well, what LeRoy was when he wasn't trying to shove his arm with needles. The one he met all those years ago and fell in love with. He had tried to contact LeRoy but he only ever got voicemail. It was dumb of him, it would look bad as a Congressmen to have an addict husband having to drag around.

But has he rested on the large king size bed, it was too big for him alone and cold. He wondered sometimes if he had made the right choice letting LeRoy leave here. He would always be torn, they have tried everything to save their marriage, but it wasn't just working. Perhaps somewhere along the line they had fallen out of love, or that LeRoy fell out of love.

Hiram was sure that he loved the man until the very end and even now. It was easy to just lose himself with his work. Bury everything underneath his busy days and long nights where he barely sleep. But as he got out of the shower, shut off the lights and slipped under the covers, he couldn't help but to give a sharp breath, tears threatening to fall.

Deep down, no matter how much he loved or didn't love the man, they couldn't make it work due to them being to different people. No matter how hard he tried or how hard LeRoy tried, the love they found in hell on earth was not even powerful to survive the ills of a regular functioning marriage.

Now, Rachel thought herself as a rather reserved person when it came to some things, obviously very much less so with others. But it was a long and hard won control when it came to not staring when Quinn came straying her hips in that Cheerio skirt. Of course she still stared, a lot. But she would only embarrass herself and Quinn if she stared on with her mouth half open like some kind of boy.

It all started that morning when Quinn came to pick Rachel up for school. It had been over a week since they had any real alone time with each other. They had some alone time of course, over the weekend and doing homework, but they had been swamped with work and in between Glee and Cheerio practice they were just pulled into many directions.

When Quinn passed that cup of coffee into her girlfriend's hand, because she knew Rachel couldn't function in the morning without it, the blonde gave a lingering kiss and a wink that for some reason just caught Rachel's center on fire.

Then it was right as lunch was starting, changing out of her gym's clothes. Cheerio's Gym Period, something all Cheerios had to take while on any of it's teams, had just ended and Rachel was had just finished locking her locker when she felt her body being gently pressed up against the metal of the lockers.

Quinn hot breath hitting the back of her neck, "My Mom isn't going to be home tonight and I rather miss my girlfriend."

Rachel shuddered slightly, "But..history paper."

Quinn just pressed harder, a pale right hand slipping underneath Rachel's Cheerio top to play with the smooth skin of her stomach, "Me, you, all weekend long."

Rachel had to bite on the inside of her cheek from moaning out just at the simple feeling of Quinn pressed against her back, "Why not now?"

She heard Quinn take a sharp breath as Quinn pressed her lips to Rachel's neck. Such a simple contact made the smaller girl melt into Quinn's chest as she arched her neck to allow her more room.

She gasped when Quinn's hand started to dipped downwards underneath the waistband of her Cheerio skirt. But as her fingers started to tease her folds over the material of her underwear Quinn drew her hand back fast and give one last kiss on Rachel's neck, "I don't want to be late for lunch, Baby."

Rachel sighed loudly and almost slammed her head into her locker. At least it was friday.

It finally came to a climax after Cheerio Practice. They had wrapped up with their Regionals performance and to celebrate Sue made them run until someone dropped. Rachel could feel the blood in her veins on fire, her body sore in a good way that she liked. Her shortness of breath almost became panting when she saw Quinn slip into her shower stall, giving Rachel a look that didn't fail to impress. Rachel had to rest her head against her locker to stop herself from doing something.

She wondered if Quinn even knew what she was doing when she gave a teasful sway of her hips. They always were playful with each other, that's just how they were but today it might be the death of her. She still had yet to get what could of happened during lunch, Rachel had spent the rest of the day thinking about being under Quinn. Resting her forehead against the cool metal of her locker she nearly jumped out of her skin when Santana opened her locker next to her.

"What's up your ass, Berry?" Santana shoved her towel into the locker as she took out her clean clothes.

"N..-Nothing." Rachel couldn't say more before Miranda came up to press her freshly clothed front against Santana's back. The diva wasn't going to stick around to watch the two hump each other. She grabbed her towel and rushed into the showers, thankfully most of the team had already finished and were leaving for the night.

A cold shower would help and try to ignore the fact that there was a very soapy and wet Quinn just a few stalls away from her. She heard what sounded like Santana mumbling as the door to the locker room shut one more time, meaning that the two would be alone.

It was time to get some payback on her dear girlfriend. Hearing the shower stall being turned off, Rachel turned to face away, taking her time to try and reach over her back to unzip the cheerleading top.

Looking over her shoulder just as Quinn was stepping out from the shower stall, Rachel gave her best half smile, "I can't reach the zipper, can you help."

Quinn's face was slowly flushing red as she glanced around the locker room, trying to see if anyone was still around. Finding no one, she walked swiftly across the length of the showers to behind Rachel, "This isn't fair."

"What you did before lunch wasn't fair." Rachel shot back as Quinn's fingers took their time to trace up the curve of her spine before grabbing the zipper.

"The teasing comes before the pleasing." Quinn smiled as she unzipped the top and helped Rachel out of it. But before Quinn could step away, Rachel whipped around and grabbed the front of Quinn's towel ripping it away.

Quinn just gave a dark chuckle, before the need out weighted logic in the moment. Both giving up to the almost twitching in need for each other, Rachel started to press Quinn back into the shower stall. Eyes on each others as Rachel dared Quinn to stop her.

Quinn wasn't going to be on the retreat for long, as they entered the stall, she turned and slammed Rachel against the wall.

The water spraying on them was the last thing in their minds as Quinn's lips attacked Rachel's. Her hands drifting up and down the sides of Rachel's body before finally resting one into her girlfriend's hair.

"You almost have me shaking, Rachel." Quinn whispered as she pulled down on Rachel's hair to arch Rachel's head to the side to allow more skin for Quinn to tease.

Both the girls were shaking with need at this point. Paired with the stress from their classes and practices on top of teenager hormones the issue of having sex in public was the furthest thing from their mind.

It was later that night, the girls eating at the table making quiet conversation with each other. Both were surprised when Hiram appeared in the doorway, knocking his knuckles on the wall, "Why do I get the feeling I should ask to come into the house now?"

"It's still your house, Dad." Rachel gave polite smile. She didn't know when using 'polite' smiles was regular for talking to her Dad. Before she would of bounced out of her seat and hugged him, asking about his day. But instead she just took a sip from her glass of water.

Hiram raised a brow as he gave a charming smile, "I took work off early tonight. Seems like forever since we all had dinner together." Taking off his duty belt and coat, Hiram dished himself up a plate and sat down at the table with the two girls were had suddenly become quiet.

"I hope I am not interrupting something." He said with a smile as he looked into between the two girls.

Rachel's cheeks seemed to be blushed permanently red and was very interested in drinking as much water as she could, while Quinn kept a smirk on her face, "Oh no, Hiram we were just talking about what we were going to do for Valentine's Day."

Rachel started to shake her head up and down but still had her eyes down on her plate. Hiram looked in between the two girls as he took a folk full of the dish, "Rightt." He had first planned to come early to bring up the ever pressing issue of Shelby but he didn't want to ruin the yet another moment with this.

"Quinn doesn't want to tell me what she has planned and it's annoying me." Rachel finally found her voice as she looked over at her Dad, trying her hardest not to look at Quinn.

Due to fact that under the table, Quinn's foot had been teasing up and down Rachel's bare leg since the moment they sat down for dinner, not even stopping once Hiram had made an appearance. If he was a few moments later, he would of walked in on Rachel pinning Quinn to the dining room table.

"Because it's a surprise, Rachel."

"I hate surprises." Rachel pouted her famous pout, which would of usually made Quinn give her whatever she wanted, only made Quinn pressed her foot in between Rachel's legs that caused the smaller girl to almost cough up the mouthful of food.

Quinn just smiled and looked over towards Hiram, "What are you going to do?"

"Well, I assume you two girls want the house to yourselves for the weekend. I was thinking about going down to Columbus for a small vacation. I'll be gone by tomorrow morning, don't worry." In fact, he needed to make a phone call to Shelby. He didn't want to ruin the two's weekend with this news. Hopefully the woman would understand.

"Quinn, pleaseeee?" Rachel whined as Quinn walked out of the bathroom, pj's on and ready for the night.

"I already gave you a hint about packing a backpack with warm clothes. Andddd.." Quinn trailed off as she dug through the gym bag she always brought when she stayed the night and brought out a large wrapped box, "Happy early Valentine's Day."

If there was one thing Rachel loved the most, it was getting presents. The smaller girl jumped out of the bed and damn near flew over towards the blonde taking the box of her hands and pressing a kiss to her lips, "I love it."

"You haven't even opened it yet."

"Yes."

Quinn really wondered sometimes why she fell in love with Rachel. The girl was too adorable for who own good as she watched Rachel placed the box onto the bed and started tearing into it. The girl was surprised to find a pair of very nicely made hiking boots.

"Another hint for tomorrow." Quinn pressed a kiss to the side of Rachel's temple as the smaller girl looked up at her.

"Are we finally going to play out my fantasy about you in riding pants?" Rachel said with a deadpan face, that caused Quinn to blush a deep red and looked away. Causing Rachel to smile and giggle.

"No, Rachel. None of you and your fetishes. Just make sure to wear old clothes you don't mind sweating in." Quinn explained as she finished packing the backpack for tomorrow.

"You know, you're really making it sound like we are playing with my 'fetishes'." Rachel teased even more as she went to stand in front of the girl, arms crossed over her chest.

"You're rather..excited today." Not like Quinn was complaining, but as Rachel's small fingers trailed downwards to play with the hem of her pants looking up with her with those big brown eyes, how could anyone say no.

"Love is in the air as they say." Rachel's voice was smooth and low as she dipped her fingers inside of Quinn.

Yes, not complaining one bit letting Rachel do whatever she wanted to her.

Santana wasn't quite sure how to approach Valentine's Day. In years past, boys threw gifts at her left and right, but she would be too busy trying to do whatever Brittany told her to do with those blue eyes all big and round.

Her and Miranda were still new. And to be honest, were too busy having their tongues shoved down each other's throats to actually talk about what they were.

Not like she was complaining, but they had to do something for the weekend, or at least the day itself. Coming up behind the raven haired girl, Santana wrapped her arms around the Cheerio's waist and leaned up to press her chin on top of the taller girl's shoulder.

The rest of the Cheerios were passing them in the hallway that lead out to the parking lot. Miranda turned and gave a small smirk, wrapping her arm around Santana's waist, "What are you doing this weekend?"

"You."

Miranda rolled her eyes, "I want to take you out. Dinner, movie, the stuff you always watch in all your Rom Coms."

In the short time together, Miranda had swiftly found out Santana's secret unwavering love for the Chick Flicks and Rom Coms. Also, she had been planning this since the party in where she took Santana home. Even in a town like Lima every restaurant for Valentine's day sold out. Causing her to form a masterplan all the way back in December to make sure everything went to plan.

Santana blushed slightly but raised a brow. Usually it was her doing all the wooing with Brittany. It felt nice to just lay back and let Miranda do whatever she wanted, "Plan this ahead of time, did you?"

Miranda gave a half smile, "I still stand by that I had been planning to get to know you. Then you show up drunk at the party."

"You say that as if you're sad about how things turned out."

Miranda just closed her eyes and shook her head, "Sex aside for a moment, Baby. Can I please take you out and do regular gay stuff?"

Santana gave a full teeth smiled but shook her head, "You know usually it was me having to do all the work with Brittany."

Miranda knew to a small extent about the Brittany situation. She gave a small frown before leaning down to kiss the tip of Santana's nose, "Don't worry about what was. Let me treat you."

Santana Lopez didn't get weak in the knees like some kind of blushing girl, but in that moment she did the hardest. She just nodded dumbly at her girlfriend, "I would like that a lot."

"Great, Baby. Now, I will pick you up early tomorrow. Dress casually, alright?" Miranda made eye contact with Santana to make sure she understood.

"What about tonight? You know my parents don't care if you stay over. I mean, you survived the duo attack of my parents when you tried to sneak out that one night."

"Because we're always connected at the hip. It's nothing personal, but I like private time, yknow? I don't want to be like Quinn and Rachel who are always up each other asses." Miranda gently cupped Santana's face, running her finger over the curve of her face.

Santana felt like slapping herself. She didn't mean to come off clingy. The latino girl must of made a face or something because Miranda hugged her tighter, "Don't take it like that, we get to spend all tomorrow together."

When Rachel pictured spending Valentines Day weekend with Quinn, she had expected breakfast one day, dinner another. Going to a show and movie, lots of cuddling and sex.

She didn't picture getting up before dawn to drive hours into the Ohio countryside to go on some kind of hiking camping hybrid trip of death. The blonde seem quite at home just trekking along in front of her. To top it all off, it looked like there was about to be the storm of a century above them, with dark and large storm clouds brewing.

"You know, Quinn. I was really hoping for something a bit warmer." Rachel made the mistake of only wearing a pair of leggings underneath her worn jeans and the wind was a bit too sharp for just that.

Quinn turned around and rolled her eyes. Trying to ignore how adorable Rachel always seemed to look all the time, she grabbed Rachel's hand, "Come on, we only have like half a mile unto the spot."

"What spot?" Rachel huffed as she allowed herself to be dragged along. It was unnatural how Quinn was always a hag in the morning but today was a perfect blonde ball of sunshine.

"Stop looking so mad, Baby. It's not that cold, is it?" Quinn was of course ready for the weather and had brought everything she needed to survive the low windchill.

"No." Rachel pouted stopping in the middle of the trial and sitting down onto her butt. Granted she wasn't thinking that hard and actually sat down into a pile of very cold snow that was quick to bleed through the material of her pants and leggings.

And of course, Rachel being Rachel, was stubborn as hell and just let the water sink in. Crossing her arms across her chest staring up at Quinn.

"Rachel."

"Quinn."

"Rachel!"

"Quinn!"

"Rachel!"

"Quinn!"

"God damnit, Rachel." Quinn threw her hands up, but was a bit smarter than Rachel and sat down on her backpack, looking over towards Rachel.

But Rachel refused to speak now and kept staring at the ground, arms crossed over her chest.

"Rachel, your butt is going to freeze."

Rachel refused to speak and just stared down her girlfriend, shifting slightly. And if the moment could not get even worse, the overcast sky started to open up into a pouring rain.

Quinn just sighed loudly and shut her eyes, placing her rain hood over her head. Rachel made the mistake of not bringing a jacket that had a hood attached to it. It took all of five seconds of getting rained on before Rachel just started crying loudly.

This was perhaps the worst start to a Valentines Date. Not bothering that the snow was mixing with the mud now, Quinn crawled over to gather Rachel up into her arms and carried her over off the path to a dry spot under a collective of trees.

Rachel didn't struggle at all. She was just now cold, wet and felt like she had ruined whatever Quinn was planning for the day. All she wanted was Quinn to tell her why they were up in the mountains around a lake at 6am in the morning.

Oh wait, lake.

Hike.

Quinn wanted to take her to a spot that overlooked the lake to be romantic.

Rachel turned her head into Quinn's chest and cried harder. The blonde just ran her hand up and down the curve of Rachel's back, well the best she could with all the layers, "You know, it could be worse."

Rachel gave a loud snort and asked in a small voice, "How?"

"We both could be wet." As Quinn said it she used her other hand to knock on the tree behind her. Knock on wood they always said.

Rachel gave a giggle through the now drying tears. Bringing her small hand to unzip the front of Quinn outer jacket to huddle closer, "My butt is cold."

"I did tell you that would happen." Quinn answered in a dry tone, but didn't get to linger in her victory as Rachel jabbed Quinn in the ribs.

"I am sorry, Quinn. I just wanted to know what you're planning." Rachel mumbled from underneath Quinn jacket where Rachel was resting her head and trying her hardest to cuddle into the smallest of balls.

Quinn in spite of herself, couldn't stay angry at Rachel, unless it was really warranted, "I just wanted to show you a spot I found one summer when Sue took us on one of her forced marches. It's so pretty. Then there is this little cafe not far from here that I thought we could get a real breakfast at."

Rachel just dug herself closer and closer to Quinn feeling half way ashamed for what she did, but also couldn't help the warm feeling spreading through her. Quinn always gave her that feeling when she did something special for her, "But I am all wet."

"I'll carry you, don't worry." Quinn wasn't quite sure if she would make the climb up the hill with Rachel in her arms. Sure in the Cheerios she carried, threw and handled highschool girls all day for hours on end. But when it came to holding Rachel, Quinn knew that she was going to be distracted. Namely how the smaller girl would look up at her with those brown eyes. Quinn didn't know a lot, but when Rachel looked at her like that, she felt something that made the breath catch in her throat. .

"Quiinnnn" Rachel squealed as Quinn placed her backpack back onto her back and easily lifted Rachel into a bridal carry.

They made it a bit further up the path, the rain coming down harder until Quinn realized that she wouldn't be able to carry her like this the entire way. Setting Rachel down on her feet, Quinn gave her a look, "Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

"You're going to get more wet."

"I don't care."

"We can just turn around and go home.

"We have come this far. Just get to the damn spot, Fabray."

Hours from now, she would wonder why the hell she just didn't make Rachel walk. But in the moment, Quinn couldn't help but to giggle. Of all the things to spend their first day doing, running through the snow, mud and rain was not what she planned.

Lifting Rachel onto her back in a fireman's carry, she felt Rachel relaxed her body and helped Quinn by just being dead weight which was better than tensing around the carrier.

It was not the smartest ideas yet, but there was only a little bit more to go. Of course it was going to be the hardest part of the entire hike. A rather steep hill that lead up to a small picnic area that overlooked the entire lake.

"I can't carry the ring, but that doesn't mean I can't carry you. Come on. Mister Frodo." Quinn could hear Rachel saying from behind her, earning a groan from the blonde.

"Why I am in love with you?" Quinn asked as she started the climb up Mount Doom, she meant the hill.

"Because I am out here with you in the bitter cold when we could be in home at Valentine's day quoting lines from your favorite books and movies to you. Honestly, I am a catch."

Having a much more normal Valentine's Day, Santana was allowing herself to be the blushing highschool girl. Not more so as they brushed through the cold of Lima and into one of the many small town breakfast places. If there was one thing about small towns, they knew how to do their cafes.

Luckily, it seemed with the snow, a lot of couples were either slow to get out of bed or simply didn't want to brave the cold. Meaning that the cafe was surprisingly empty for Valentine's Day. The two girls were still rather cautious about being touchy in public. The city had been changing slowly when it came to same sex couples, but there was a reason Lima was the power base for Hiram's campaign.

But of course that still didn't stop from people mumbling, and it's not like Santana needed even more drama. So she was more than willing to give up holding Miranda's hand in public if it meant not getting arrested for trying to assault someone that made a comment.

It still felt odd though, sitting there across from Miranda. Chatting and smiling like there was no issue in the world. Santana was just too used to hiding she supposed, forcing herself for Brittany. Or making Brittany force herself for her. This just felt more organic, there was no promises of marriage, grand romance, a future. It was just two people who liked each other; and who didn't want that.

Santana didn't realize she had been staring at Miranda's lips while she was thinking and now the other girl was staring at her, "Lost in thought there?"

Before Santana could speak, their waitress came back with their mugs of coffee and took their orders. She saw the glances the older woman kept on sending their way, as if trying to figure out what they were.

"I call it that you wake me up before 9am on a weekend to go out for breakfast where normal people always have a brunch." Santana grumbled as she drank her coffee. Miranda was too happy in the mornings.

Miranda gave a snort and rolled her eyes, "I know you're just afraid to admit that you're actually enjoying yourself."

Santana copied her words under her breath as she spoke into her mug earning a smile from Miranda, "You're too adorable sometimes, Santana."

The latina's head shot up to stare at Miranda, "I am not adorable."

"You're being adorable right now. And like, everyone knows that the small firely tan girl is always the adorable one."

"I am not small." Santana fired back.

"Baby, I am like 5 inches taller than you. You're barely taller than Rachel. And have you seen how Rachel acts with Quinn when they get all cute with each other." Miranda sipped her coffee, smiling at the latino girl who seemed to be plotting the downfall of Miranda for saying she was adorable.

"Don't ruin my first cup of coffee with making me think about the Queen Queerios." Santana's frown slipped away before she allowed a smirk on her features, "Don't worry, Miranda. Later tonight I'll show you how adorable I am."

"Are you going to put heels on to make yourself feel taller?" Miranda didn't even miss a beat, sipping from her cup of coffee.

Santana opened her mouth and then shut it, before opening it again. She just shook her head and mumbled, "I am not adorable.'

Hiram Berry had not pictured spending his Valentine's Weekend waiting in a restaurant for the woman of his child he paid her to have.

Sipping from the his drink, his eyes look outwards towards the city and the sidewalks. Watching couples walking back and forth he couldn't help but to feel a slight ping of pain. It had been a long time since he had spent a Valentine's Day alone like this.

But it didn't matter anymore. There was no more going backwards, LeRoy had just been another thing in the way of his dreams of being something he always wanted. That would prove his Father wrong, he show him a real loser.

The man was pulled from his thoughts when a baby carrier was placed down on the bench opposite from him. Looking he saw the matured appearance of Shelby slipping into next the baby carrier. She didn't speak to him until she made sure Beth was still sleeping soundly.

He noticed that the women looked tired. Not just that she didn't sleep well last night, it hung around her eyes. Her skin a bit paler than even last time he saw her. A slight cough covered up with her fist, it sounded bad. Deep into her lungs.

Finally the woman faced him and offered a smile, "Sorry for being late, but Beth was being a lot to handle."

Hiram almost raised a brow. This was not the woman who came marching into his office blackmailing him. He licked his lips, she's letting her guard down now, why?

"As you can imagine, Rachel is out with Quinn. I rather not ruin their weekend together by bringing in unneeded drama." Hiram explained before he took a sip from his drink, leaning his back against the booth.

"It's fine, Hiram. I wouldn't want to do that ei.." But before Shelby could finish she fell into a coughing fit, pressing the napkin to her mouth as she did so. Her body shook as the coughing fit grew worse until finally she took a deep breath as the coughing fit stopped.

Hiram watched on in silence, there was something he was missing here. He shook his head, perhaps she was just sick and he was overthinking the situation. It was obvious that the woman just wanted another chance to meet their daughter, he has been spending too much time with politicians.

His eyes moved from Shelby to the baby carrier, "You know it's funny. I spent months helping Quinn with Beth, but I never did get to see her."

"She's quite the handful. She must take after Puck more than Quinn, because Quinn seems like she was a quiet baby." Shelby commented as the waitress came to take their orders for brunch.

Hiram gave a snort, "Pray that she doesn't turn out like Puck. He has been arrested more times I can count."

"Don't tell me that, Hiram. I already worry enough about how Beth is going to grow up to be."

"I was always worried Rachel would pick up all of LeRoy and I bad habits. But she's grown up into her own person. I am sure Beth will do that too. We spend too much time worrying that they're going to turn out like us that we forgot they're not us." Hiram finished with a shrug, he didn't know what came over him there. He blamed it on getting older now and seeing Rachel grow up. There was a lot of things he wished he could of differently for her and his Family, but what was done was done.

Shelby was silent, staring at him as he spoke. Nodding as he finished, "I forgot sometimes you are a Father."

"I forgot it too, more often than not ever since LeRoy left. It just feels odd being in that house." Hiram was wondering why he was opening up to this woman but that didn't matter at this point. She was the mother of his child and his friends list was not that massive now of days.

"Anyways, enough about my life and divorce, what made you move back to Lima from New York?" Hiram was swift to change the subject before Shelby could comment, he didn't want to make the moment even more awkward.

Shelby shrugged slightly, "Trying to raise a child plus have another chance at getting onto Broadway did not go together. I was either being told I was too old or I was too worried about Beth. So I decided to pack up and moved back to small town Lima."

There was something off though. Call it an age old habit of learning when people were lying. But there was something in her tone that caught his attention. It was a classic way of telling when people were lying, they didn't look you in the eyes. And Hiram knew that Shelby was a woman that always made eye contact when speaking. But now she was avoiding looking in his eyes, looking down at the table or staring at his forehead.

Though today, he didn't feel like being the politician or the police chief, so instead he smiled, "A part of me does miss the big cities but there is something you can't beat about a small town."

There was an unspoken agreement in that moment, their eyes meeting. Today they could just be two people, two parents and enjoy a day that was meant to be shared with the one they loved the most. But perhaps that was the magic of it all, they had nothing in common, but wanting someone.

By the time they reached the top of that damned hill, both girls were fully covered in snow, mud and drenched head to toe. It seemed God really had a sense of humor that day and as Quinn made it halfway up the hill the skies opened up in an extra hard downpour.

Causing a small river of sorts to start falling down the curve of the hill and right into Quinn's legs, making the blonde to slip and fall face first into the snow that was now becoming a slush. She was going to get to the top of this goddamn mountain, hill, one way or another.

On the other hand though, Quinn would've just been fine to lay there in the snow and die, her idea for a romantic morning away from the crowds with only nature around them had failed so epicly.

"Come get up, we must reach the Woods of Lothlórien before nightfall." Rachel took a knee next to Quinn and forced the blonde up onto her feet, "On your feet, Sam." The laughter in Rachel's brown eyes were present but she kept to character, breaking only with a small grin on her features.

Quinn couldn't help but to roll her eyes but giving a full smile, "I shouldn't of ever shown you those movies."

"You love every moment of it," Rachel clasped her hand into Quinn's pulling her the last of the distance, "Come on, we're already wet, tired and going to get a cold anyways. Let's have some fun with it."

"Sometimes, Rachel..." Quinn mumbled to herself and Rachel, assisting Rachel in getting herself to her feet and walked the last distance of the hill.

Once they finally reached the top of the hill, the view was all worth it for Rachel. For Quinn, it was the look of the raising sun hitting across the sleepy lake and then shining against Rachel's face.

It was a beautiful sight for sure, there was a few of the old worn down green picnic tables and a run down bathroom that she could smell from here. But still, beautiful, honestly.

Quinn heard Rachel sighing as she moved closer to sit down near the edge of the cliff. The blonde followed after and sat down next to her, ignoring the slush under her. Rachel's head came to rest on Quinn's shoulder, as the blonde moved an arm around Rachel's body, hugging her closer.

"It is pretty." Rachel mumbled from in between Quinn's shoulder and neck. Her brown eyes scanning over the water as the sun hit it. At least the clouds were finally breaking and the rain stopped a little late.

Quinn nuzzled her face into Rachel's wet hair, "I am sorry, Rachel…"

"Shush, Quinn. It's perfect." Rachel spoke over her, jabbing her fingers into Quinn's ribs, earning a half smile from Quinn.

"I can see the Shire, that taste of strawberries." Rachel whispered near Quinn's ear.

"Rachel Berry, she had ribbons in her hair, dancing," Quinn whispered back, "If I was to ever marry someone, it would of been her."

Rachel gave a small giggle and pressed herself closer to Quinn, "I love you, Quinn. Even though you're the biggest nerd I have ever met."

Quinn's hand came up to gently clasp Rachel's chin to angle her face upwards at the blonde's. The hazel eye girl leaned down to gently press a kiss to Rachel's lips.

Still soaking wet, their clothes covered in mud, Quinn's face dripping with a mix of both, Rachel could only smile into the kiss. Her right hand came up to sank through Quinn's hair to deepen the kiss.

Now Will had a masterplan for this entire holiday; stay in bed and hide under the covers until Monday morning where he would have to deal with the lingering puppy dog looks all through his classes until hopefully the week afterwards it would finally die down.

By noon he had made it to the couch so he gave himself plus one for that. Sitting watching what Netflix had to offer in the way of the greatest and bloodiest horror movies he could find, this was the way someone really spent Valentine's Day.

He was halfway through his tub of ice cream when his doorbell rang. Sighing he paused his movie and walked over towards the door, not evening bothering to look through the peephole before he threw open the door.

The grinning face of Sue Sylvester waited for him, "You smell."

Honestly, he didn't even know why he bothered to be surprised anymore when Sue just showed up on the doorstep of his house. He turned and walked back into the house, leaving the door open to allow Sue to follow inside.

"Do you have anything better else to do today?" Will called over his shoulder as he placed the tub of ice cream back into the freezer.

"Well, I was going to go downtown and yell at teenagers." Sue commented as she sat down onto the couch. Flicking the blanket off to the side.

Will came wandering back into the living room and sat down next to Sue, "I think you need a better hobby."

Sue raised a brow at her fellow teacher, "You seem to be in a lovely mood, Curly."

Will sighed loudly, he sounded like that one teenager who didn't have a girlfriend or boyfriend for Valentine's Day and was just bitter at everyone or anyone, "I hate this time of the year. Even when I was married."

"And why is that? Didn't know what to get for your crazy ex-wife?"

"No it's not even that. Call me vain, but I spoiled that woman every single day of our marriage, but then Valentine's Day came and I felt like I had to outdo myself every year. While she just sat there with her hand open. The best i got was a vest for a gift." The man crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at the tv.

"Ah." Was all Sue had to answer as a silence fell in between the two. Both staring at the silent and paused tv.

There was a tenseful few moments of silence before finally Will sighed loudly and arched his head back to stare at the ceiling, "I apologize. I didn't mean to take my frustration out on you."

"Come, get dressed. Hiding inside your house all weekend is just going to make you even more bitter. Trust me, I know how it feels to be alone." Sue patted Will's knee before switching the tv back on and picking up where Will left the movie playing.

Will just shook his head, here he was complaining when Sue was..well Sue. The woman that had so many layers he wondered if he would ever meet the real Sue, or even if there was a real Sue.

They ended up at one of the smaller bars and restaurants on the main street for Lunch. Looking over towards the older blonde woman, Will finally spoke, "You ever wonder how different your life would be if you did one thing differently in highschool."

Sue shrugged as she looked up from her menu, "I spent a long time living in the past, Will. I found that if one thing goes bad, it's not the end of your life. Like Linda dying, thought my life was over where I still had one to live. Took me awhile to figure that one out."

Will dipped his head, staring into his cup of coke, "I just...All I know is Terri. I had been with her for pretty much my entire teenage and adult life. Then came Emma, it was something so new and fresh. I was going to leave my wife for her. Now? Now I just don't know. Is that bad?"

"It's not bad at all, Will. You built a life with someone and now that life is gone. You now just have to build a life for yourself." Sue commented absentmindedly as she looked back down to her menu. Ignoring the looks Will was sending her, "I think I'll have the chicken tenders."

Will gave a smile and allowed the conversation to drop for now, "Of all the things?"

"Call me a child at heart." Sue gave a small smile as she closed the menu and cupped her hands on top of the table.

Will just studied her in silence for a few moments. Sure, Sue had loosen up tenfold in the past few months but this was different. Perhaps there was just something about the day that made her feel like she had to be nice.

If anything, it was one of the days that reminded her that she was truly alone in this world bar her sister. Abandoned by her parents, her soulmate dead, all was left was her sister that by all accounts shouldn't of lived past childhood.

It made Will's heart clench. He was still amazed sometimes how Sue kept it all together. So he gave her a smile, "Don't worry, I won't judge. Today, you can be whoever you want."

Sue's eyes caught his, there was a moment of understanding and even a small smile from the older woman.

"So, how much money did you make on that football game?" Will shut his menu, giving an easy go smiling as the two opened up in casual conversation once more.

Hiram was quite surprised as the hours kept on coming but neither him or Shelby made to move from their seats. Swapping stories back and forth from their years past.

For Hiram, it was telling stories of Rachel from her childhood, "So then she comes running out of the bathroom, dressed fully in pink. Places her hands on her hips and says, "Dad, Daddy, I am going to school like this and there is nothing you can do to stop me". There was no way telling 9 year old Rachel Berry no."

Shelby gave a hearty giggle as she sipped from her glass of tea. They had moved from an early lunch to now an early dinner. It was one of the few times Hiram just kept throwing money at the manger so they could stay during one of the busiest holidays of the season.

"Sounds like you and LeRoy had a handful when she was growing up," Shelby gave a small smile as she looked over at Beth who was busy chewing on a breadstick.

"She was always a diva from the moment we took her home. I don't even know why I was surprised when she came back from her first dancing lesson demanding for more and ontop of vocal lessons." Hiram smiled at the memory as his shook his head, "I don't know where she got it from. Must of been you."

Shelby gave a small smile, "It runs in the blood. My mother used to tell me that I was the biggest loudmouth as a child. Highschool was worse."

"I guess there is somethings that always comes from blood." Hiram gave her a knowing look before matching her smile.

"This might sound weird, but her and Quinn. How did that happen?" Shelby tried her best to sound like she wasn't judging her daughter, she was merely interested about Rachel.

Hiram raised a brow but simply just shrugged, "Honestly, I don't really know. I never asked them, I have always respected Rachel's privacy, on some things mind you. One day she said that Quinn Fabray, of all people, needed a place to stay. What was me and LeRoy going to say?"

"So it kinda just happened?"

"I think it was slow. We spoke to Quinn when she first moved in, everyone had left her. No one seemed to care that she was going through one of the most stressful experiences any woman could go through. But there came Rachel. A question that is better saved for her."

Shelby gave a knowing nod, "I owe you an apology for before, Hiram. As you can see I don't have some kind of masterplan to ruin you and Rachel's life."

Hiram simply just gave a smile and waved his hand, "It's fine, Shelby. For now, let's just forgot about that. I haven't even made it to the Middle School years yet."

The smile that Shelby gave made it all worth the while to forget for a moment and hear about all the small things she missed about her daughter, "Should I be writing this down?"

Neither wanted to move from their spot overlooking the lake, and Quinn had packed a lunch, so what was the rush?

Back in Lima they would have to put up with sneers, whispered comments, and looks of pure loathing. Here in nature there was only them.

With Quinn's back pressed up against the bark of a tree, Rachel rested her head in the blonde's lap with her eyes closed, a small smile stuck on her lips as the blonde's fingers ran through her hair and traced the curves of her face.

"When I woke up this morning, I didn't think I would want to spend the entire day in wet clothes looking at a lake." Rachel mumbled out as Quinn's fingers curved around her cheekbone.

"At least we didn't have to deal with the crowds today. But come on, there is one last thing I wanted to do this weekend." Quinn tried to get up, but Rachel's eyes popped up to stare up at her girlfriend.

"No. Maybe we should just stay here, Harry. Go grow old.." Rachel gave a teasing smile as she leaned up to wrap her arms around Quinn's neck.

"Harry Potter lines now?"

Rachel slipped up until she was sitting proper in Quinn's lap. Rolling her eyes at Quinn, "And what else do you have planned that would be better than this."

"I am not going to tell you no matter what you have up your sleeve." Quinn picked herself to her feet and helped Rachel up to hers.

The smaller head girl took one last look over the lake before looking up at Quinn, "We should come back here this spring or summer. It's pretty up here."

"You're telling me, you want to go camping? The girl that hates sweating during Cheerio practice."

"I don't hate sweating."

After dropping Rachel off at her own home, so they could shower and get ready away from each other. And Quinn needed to pick up the flowers she had ordered from her own house.

After calming Max down at the door, who was really excited to see his mom, Quinn was about to climb up the stairs to finally get out of her dirty clothes when she heard a soft voice from not the far off, "Quinn."

She was worried about this. It was just easier to limp on in that awkward silence than actually talk about their issues. They tried that once, but habits won out like always.

Quinn sighed and turned towards Judy, "Hi Mom."

That was perhaps the nicest she had sounded since December. Quinn stood staring at Judy unsure on how to act or what to say. Somewhere in her mind she knew that if she just hugged her Mom everything would be made better.

But she trusted herself last time when she did that. Trusted in that they were both getting over years of living in the shadow of Russel. But as soon as Quinn slipped and needed someone, Judy did what she always did, stayed silent.

Just like she stayed silent for years as Russel slipped further and further down a slope of abuse. She stayed silent when she found out Russel was sleeping around with women in his offices. Judy stayed silent as her husband threw out her daughter without a second thought. Hell, she was still surprised about Russel's sudden change of heart when it came to naming Quinn the sole heir when he gave up his rights to the company. Perhaps he finally saw what he became.

Judy was from a different generation. Where she would just bite her lip and carry on with her head down. Judy came from a broken Family, Russel promised her everything she never had and always wanted. She gave up her chances at having a career to live a life of luxury.

If it was Quinn stuck in that type of marriage, Russel would be hosting a number of injuries. The difference between their two generations; a level of self respect. Judy would do anything to save face, where Quinn would make sure everyone knew what type of man Russel was.

"Your flowers came, they're in the dining room table. Don't stay out too late?"

"I won't be home until tomorrow, I am staying the night at Rachel's."

There it came again, Quinn could see her mother biting the inside of her cheek. The daughter wondered what type of woman her mother was before this all. Before she became simply; the wife of Russel Fabray.

By the time Quinn came to Rachel's front door, her mother and their relationship was the furthest thing from her mind. Dressed in that brown leather coat Rachel loved her in; she wore a long sleeve cotton shirt with a black scarf around her neck. The Ohio night still had a cold nip in it, and personally she couldn't wait for spring.

With a dozen yellow roses behind her back, she ringed the doorbell and waited to be let in. Of course she basically lived there and could just walk in if she wanted, but sometimes she wanted to at least pretend they were in a normal highschool relationship.

Rachel threw open the door with a large smile. It was too cold for a dress and personally she had just spent the entire day being cold, so Rachel had dressed pretty similarity to Quinn. With pants, a black pea coat, and what looked like one of her non ugly sweaters under it.

Quinn presented the yellow roses, "I thought about going for the classic red dozen, but I like to think yellow is our own special thing."

Rachel gave one of her large and full smiles that always had the power to brighten up the room, something that Quinn had been missing. Careful not to crush the flowers she leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to Quinn's lips, "Hey, Quinn, I got a secret to tell you."

Quinn gave a small giggle. Another thing Quinn loved about Rachel, no matter how much Rachel was hurting on the inside, the girl had an ability to never fail to make Quinn feel wanted and happy, "And what is that?"

"I got a crush on you." The girl whispered near her ear as she pressed another kiss to her lips before going to put the flowers inside.

Quinn could only blush red as she have a giggle. Rachel was exactly what Quinn needed.

Santana hated feeling and looking like some kind of giggling school girl, but as Miranda pulled her into the jazz club and restaurant that was still the only decent place in Lima, she was really starting to feel like she was in one of those chick flicks she secretly loved.

"How did you even get us in?" Santana whispered as they were lead to their table.

"I told Coach that I would clean her office and make her protein shakes if she helped me with getting a table. It's totally worth it." Miranda whispered back as they finally sat down at their booth table.

Santana was thankful for the low dimmed lights, making it hard to generally make out anyone in the club, allowing her and Miranda to sit a lot closer.

She was surprised when she saw the tall figure of Sue and the familiar face of Will being lead to their own table also.

And of course to put the cherry on top, the Queen Queerios's themselves sitting not that far off from their table. Quinn just gave her a wink and smile before being torn back to Rachel's glowing brown eyes.

"Is that Coach and Mr. Schu?" Miranda whispered as she nudged Santana in her ribs.

"You know how those two are. Creepy friends. Let's just forgot about them, right?" Santana shrugged as she looked back up at Miranda with a smile.

"Is this the meeting place for the Lesbian Coven, Jesus." Sue mumbled as she saw both Quinn and Rachel as they walked in, and then making out Santana at another table.

"Let them be, Sue. You're the one that one wanted to be here." Will commented not looking up from his menu.

The two had spent a quiet day with each other. That was filled with mainly people watching and swapping stories from highschool and onwards.

"Because it's the only place I haven't been to four million times in Lima."

Will just rolled his eyes at the blonde before looking out over his students. Really was weird to see them in an informal setting.

It was mainly a quiet dinner with the live band playing a number of jazz tunes for the club, until finally as the night became later they switched from the simple background sound to the live performance by a local singer.

Rachel had long pulled Quinn to the dancefloor where a number of other couples were already dancing.

Quinn locked eyes with Miranda over Rachel's head and gave a small smile as she pressed Rachel closer to her.

An older looking man came onto the stage now, speaking in a low and soothing voice, "Let's start this evening off with something a little more exciting. Some burninggg love."

Lord Almighty,

I feel my temperature rising

Higher higher

It's burning through to my soul

Girl, girl, girl, girl

You gonna set me on fire

My brain is flaming

I don't know which way to go

As soon as the song started up, Rachel gave a teasing smile as she moved back to start pulling and pushing back on Quinn's arms. The blonde matching the smile as they sped up.

Your kisses lift me higher

Like the sweet song of a choir

You light my morning sky

With burning love

Miranda had to hold back from rolling her eyes at the song, eyes meeting Santana's. The latino girl just gave a little shrug and a look that said, 'Enjoy the moment'

The grey eyed girl gave a small grin and started to move Santana back and forth. She wasn't the next big thing when it came to dancing, but she made it on the Cheerios due to her moves and it was obvious that she knew how to dance.

Ooh, ooh, ooh,

I feel my temperature rising

Help me, I'm flaming

I must be a hundred and nine

Burning, burning, burning

And nothing can cool me

I just might turn to smoke

But I feel fine

Will finally sighed and spoke, "Do you want to dance, Sue?"

"God no. And not with all of that lesbian tension on the dance floor. You can feel it burning off of them." From their table they could see most of the dance floor and of course make out the appearances of their students.

"Sue, I can feel your foot tapping to the song. Come on, there will be no harm done. Today is about you isn't it?" Will tried his best to sound as friendly as possible, though was odd seeing they had spent the day talking about subjects that would pale in comparison to asking her to dance.

Sue just glared at him, "Sue, we're friends. We just spent all day listening to each other issues, the least I can do is offer you something a bit more fun."

'Cause your kisses lift me higher

Like the sweet song of a choir

And you light my morning sky

With burning love

"I got something else burning." Santana whispered up towards Miranda as they came back together in the middle of the dance.

"That is by far the worst line I have ever heard. Might want to get that burning checked out." Miranda deflected with a grin that earned a roll of eyes from Santana.

It's coming closer

The flames are now licking my body

Won't you help me

I feel like I'm slipping away

It's hard to breath

My chest is a-heaving

Lord, have mercy

I'm burning a hole where I lay, yeah

By the time Will had finally pulled the slightly taller woman onto the dance floor, the song was almost over, but the smile on the blonde's face was worth it. It was always something interesting to see all the layers of Sue.

He had perhaps seen her at her worst and yet he was still surprised about the person she kept locked underneath it all. He wondered who was the Sue that Linda got to know and fall in love with.

Your kisses lift me higher

Like the sweet song of a choir

You light my morning sky

With burning love

Ah, ah, burning love

I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning love

Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love

As the song came to an end the Club gave a polite round of clapping and cheering as they settled down for another song.

For Will and Sue they headed back to their tables, a smile on Sue's face as she whispered to the man as the sat down, "I think I needed that."

"It's what friends, do Sue. Now can we finally order, I am dying to try this steak."

"Ice cream?" Miranda asked as her and Santana headed out of the Club, hands clasped into each others firmly.

"Ice cream." Santana answered back.

She was not surprised to see Rachel and Quinn standing side by side waiting for their car to be brought around by the valet.

"I thought for sure you two would be too busy using every flat surface in your house to come outside." Quinn said as the couple came closer.

"That was last weekend. But the night is still young isn't it?" Santana gave a teasing smile up at Miranda who reached around to pinch Santana's butt.

Santana giggled as she jumped up from Miranda's sudden touch. Quinn almost rolled her eyes at the two. They were always like this and it was rather annoying to the blonde. Her and Rachel were not touchy and freely in public, okay they were, but not as bad as these two were.

It was because it was so still new to each other, Quinn was sure.

Quinn also tried to ignore the voice that sounded a lot like Santana, 'It's because you and Rachel act like some old lesbian married couple.'

She felt Rachel's head move from the two girls in front of them and at the other passing people on the sidewalk. An elder couple, Quinn knew them from her former Church. It was rather cliche really, just staring at the four girls knowing what they were.

Quinn's hazel eyes bore into the elder couple as she heard Rachel speak to Miranda and Santana. She gripped Rachel's waist tighter to hold herself back from saying something, but she didn't have to wait long. Santana gave another small squeal when one of Miranda's cold hands teased at the bottom of her spine.

It was the woman that opened her mouth and it was as bad as Quinn remembered when she used to teach Sunday School, Mrs. Johnson was it?

"Is that really needed? It's bad enough that you must be like this, do you need to shove it down everyone's throats." That same over the top girly voice cut through the rather calm night.

Before Rachel could fly off the handles, or anyone for that matter, Quinn dragged her eyes over towards the old woman and spoke with her trademark smirk, "Pardon?"

She could see that the smirk was annoying the older woman. An aura of ego always annoyed most people, and Quinn loved doing it to people that honestly pissed her off.

The elder woman licked her lips but before she could speak Quinn did, "Oh, Mrs. Johnson? Is there something we're doing that is bugging you?"

"You can allow me to speak, Ms. Fabray or I'll…"

"Tell me Father? I am sure that will go well. Hi, Mr. Johnson, having a pleasant evening?" Quinn's eyes looked over towards the grey haired man that at least appeared indifferent to the two young lesbian couples. But Quinn knew that he was just as bad as her Father in private.

"Of course. Please give my thanks to your Mother for her donation again to help remodel the Church." The Father spoke in a low tone, obviously disliking where this conversation was going.

"Of course and can you please tell your wife to keep her comments to herself about myself or my friends. Or I will personally make sure that your Church stops getting those lovely donations." Quinn was of course bluffing, she didn't give entrance to her full bank account until she was 18 alongside becoming the owner of the business. She still didn't know what the hell she was going to do about that, but it came in handy in times like this.

The color drained out of the Father's face, not out of the lack of the Fabray's donations but namely due to Quinn's bluntness. The woman's face went red and looked like she was about to smack the teenager down, but it seemed the valet had a miracle of timing, pulling up in Rachel's black Ranger Rover and handing the keys to Quinn.

"Have a great evening, Father." Quinn gave another one of those smirks before opening the door for Rachel, shooting her a look as she climbed inside, "And have fun you two." Quinn added at Santana and Miranda before getting into the driver's seat.

It was not until they were driving down main street that Rachel spoke up, "That was mean, Quinn."

Quinn opened her mouth to apologize but Rachel wasn't finished yet, "But, thank you. If I said something you know I would of went off the handles."

"Like the time you punched Lauren in the face.."

"She was asking for it back then. But, still, I was quite proud of you standing up for them. We both know how Santana is about coming out and being comfortable." Rachel reached over to take one of Quinn's hands into her lap.

"You say that is if either of us are the defenders of lesbians everywhere. But I hate the Johnsons. Anyways." Quinn just shook her head, wanting to switch the topic. She had grew up in that Church, looked at those people as her mentors and then left her out in the cold as soon as Russel demanded it. So very Christian

"Don't worry about it, for the rest of the night, it's all about you." Rachel just gave her a slightly half smile as she pressed a kiss to Quinn's knuckles.

Quinn's cheeks darken at the smile, she pressed a little bit harder on the gas.

Hiram kept his hands in this slacks pockets as he walked Shelby down the hallway to her hotel room. He had denied her driving back this late, it's not like he didn't have the money to put her up for the night in another room at the hotel he was staying in.

"Thank you again, Hiram." She carried Beth on her shoulder, Hiram carrying the empty baby carrier.

"You're welcome but honestly, it's not that big of a deal." Hiram pressed the key into the lock and opened the door for Shelby, placing the carrier just inside.

Shelby stared at him for a moment, unsure on what she should say or do, "Thank you, Hiram. It was nice to forgot about everything for a short while."

"It was pleasant not to have to talk about politics to someone. I don't get to brag about Rachel enough to people," Hiram gave a small smile as he reached over to press a kiss to Shelby's cheek, "I'll speak to Rachel later. Like I said, you don't have to tell me now, but I will be there when you speak to her."

Shelby gave a nod, tears starting to form in her eyes, "I am just running out of time, Hiram."

Hiram gave a sigh, no matter what he did today he couldn't get the reasoning out of her. He just leaned over to press a kiss to the top of Beth's head, "Bring Beth also, I know Quinn would love to see her."

Once the door was shut, Hiram whistled and walked back to his own floor. He didn't know what to make of it, but he felt like he owed her at least this. And he didn't know why.

Quinn should've known it was coming, with all the stress of the past week and with Rachel all over her the other day, their date was rather tamed.

Locking the front door behind them, Quinn hummed a song under her breath as she moved down the hallway to the kitchen and living room, the couch sounded inviting to snooze on.

But that was of course until she took a few steps and realized that Rachel was not following. Turning she found the brown haired girl standing with her hands on her hips staring at her. Once their eyes made contact a shiver ran down Quinn's spine. Just from that look in Rachel's eyes she knew what she wanted.

Quinn dropped her purse onto the small table next to her and walked up. She could feel her body becoming hot and all tingly all over. That was one thing she had noticed with Rachel, once they started having sex she was sure that they would just get bored with it sooner or later. Or dislike it so much that they just stopped doing it.

Oh God she was so glad to be wrong. Not that she spent every moment of the day thinking about Rachel or Rachel's body. But with her teenage hormones rushing through her and years of repression, she had a lot of things to catch up on. And a lot of things to take out, Rachel was more than happy to be the receiver.

Rachel raised her index finger and crooked it as Quinn walked forward. Rachel smiled up at Quinn, dropping her hand and grabbing the front of her white shirt pulling the blonde closer, "I want one more thing for Valentine's Day."

"Oh? Please don't tell me you want diamonds. You know how my Mother gets when I spend too much money on things. You know last time we went out to dinner she took a look at my bank history.." Quinn was starting to pick up on Rachel's habit of talking a lot, while Rachel was picking up on Quinn's habit of being blunt.

Rachel stepped up onto Quinn's feet so it would be easier to whisper into Quinn's ear, "Baby,I want you to bend me over the dining room table, tear off my pants and fuck me."

Quinn had to hold back a moan at Rachel's wicked words. Something that Rachel had slowly been showing that she was mighty skilled at the art of dirty talking. Though it didn't come without Rachel's face and cheeks blushing red.

"It's not fair when you talk like that." Quinn whispered back as she started to walk backwards towards the kitchen. She felt Rachel's hands take off the black scarf she wore and threw it behind them.

"I remember you telling me it makes your dripping wet. Remember tuesday night when I called you?" Rachel gave a grin as they both helped each other take off their overlayers.

Quinn could feel her face blushing red, they had gotten so used to being able to sleep with each other at night that when reality came back knocking both girls were missing the other's touch. After one night, Rachel marched up to her after the Cheerio practice telling her they were going to have phone sex at 8pm on the dolt that night.

That's when Quinn found out that Rachel had it all wrong from the start. Quinn wasn't the one that had a way with words, it was all on Rachel's pretty little head.

When Quinn didn't answer, Rachel just kept the grin on her face, pushing Quinn against the wall of the nearby wall. Only a few feet away from the table, Rachel's small hand ghosted up and down over the smooth and pale skin of Quinn's stomach.

Feeling harden abs Rachel leaned up giving a small breathless moan, "Don't you want to, Quinn? The table is right there and you haven't even felt how wet I am."

Quinn lost control in that moment, with her jacket and scarf thrown aside, the blonde gave a growl, twisting their bodies as she shoved Rachel up against the wall, hard. The small brown haired girl gave a loud moan as her girlfriend's lips clashed down to hers.

Rachel was almost burning with need as she seemed to tap into the wild side of Quinn. The blonde was unforgiving as she bite down on Rachel's pulse point dragging the two backwards to the where the table stood.

Pressing Rachel against the edge of the table, Quinn pulled back, eyes bearing into Rachel's. They had a slight conversation, namely asking if Rachel was actually serious about having sex on the table where they eat their meals.

Rachel just gave a slight row of her eyes before pressing their lips back together, in a much slower but nevertheless passionate. Quinn's fingers digged into Rachel's clothed hips stepping her up onto the table, her fingers flying to unbuckled Rachel's pants.

"Hurry, Quinn.." Rachel whispered into Quinn's ear, her mouth licking and sucking along the hollow of her girlfriend's neck, "I want you to feel how wet you make me."

Quinn was trying her best with fumbling fingers as she dull throbbing became even more powerful in between her legs and Rachel whispered dirty things into her ear. Finally Rachel's pants were around ankles and falling onto the floor, Quinn's hands gripped Rachel's bare hips and rocked her girlfriend's dripping center against the muscle of her thigh.

Rachel threw her head back with a loud moan, her mouth gasped open slightly as Quinn thrusted her leg harder against Rachel's clothed center, causing her to gush harder. The diva was already so close to her climax, but Quinn seemed to have other plans.

Moving her leg away, causing Rachel to give out a loud whimper of frustration, Quinn's husky voice whispered into her ear, "You know you have to beg, Baby."

Rachel loved when Quinn became like this, taking control, using her. It was only now and again, but every time that part of Quinn showed up it made her wanting to do anything Quinn said. The smaller girl looked up with dark hooded eyes, half whispering and half whimpering, "Please, Quinn. I am so close."

"Show me." Came out Quinn's ragged reply, her fingertips digging into Rachel's tan skin. Her girlfriend didn't need to be told twice, starting up with a steady rocking rhythm up and down Quinn's clothed thigh. Her head coming forward to rest on Quinn's shoulder, her tongue and mouth tasting any pale skin she could find.

It didn't take long before Rachel's leg clenched around Quinn's thigh her teeth sinking into Quinn's neck, and damn near screaming, "QUINNN.."

Her small body rocked and rocked as she rode off the waves of her climax. Drenching Quinn's blue jeans with a large wet spot, Quinn's hands gently rubbed up and down Rachel's side as she gathered her breath.

But Rachel was the little bundle of energy, and quickly was whispering back into Quinn's ear, "Your turn."

AN: Song used was 'Burning Love' by Elvis Presley.

Would like to say now that there is and will be nothing between Shelby and Hiram. If you have that idea in your head, get rid of it.

Next chapter you all find out what is going on with Shelby. Shelby speaks with Rachel, Quinn finally gets to see Beth. Overall, a Family centered chapter.