A/N: I'm so so sorry for the wait, you guys. A new semester started so I've been focusing on things like finals and everything else, not to mention the bitch we all know as writer's block. This is more or less a filler chapter- I've been working on it roughly for the past two weeks or so on and off while I tried to beat my writer's block.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Verbal abuse (slurs). I know that it's not that bad of a trigger but I'd rather put this here than something happen.

The second semester was picking up at NYADA, and Quinn and Rachel had yet to have their first date. It was driving Rachel crazy- she wanted to plan it out and treat Quinn but she just couldn't find something that seemed… right. She had talked to Blaine, who had helped some, but there was something that the man wasn't telling her.

"I want to take Quinn out, but I don't know what she'd be interested in doing as a first date." Rachel asked him, watching as he fidgeted. She arched an eyebrow at him confusedly, wondering what was bothering him.

"I think you know her well enough, Rach. This is New York, find inspiration for a date she'll always remember. Use chivalry. Be kind, thoughtful. She'll love it." Blaine explained, skimming over audition pieces for winter classes. He was hoping that his anxiousness would come off as nerves, but Rachel knew him better than that. She placed a hand on his shaking knee and looked at him.

'Want to tell me what's going on?" she asked, a kind smile gracing her lips as he looked up at her. It was a little strange, to be entirely honest, how quickly she and Blaine had reconnected after the whole Sam fight thing. Blaine had ultimately come to his senses, knowing that what Rachel had said was true and that Puck wasn't really good for any of them. His comments were crude; his appearance was, while attractive, not good to be seen around (he looked like a drug dealer); and while his parties always had the best kind of people, who knows what could actually happen. And they had let it get to the point where Quinn was in bed with him.

In the end, they decided that they weren't going to hang out with him anymore, and Blaine had to keep Sam calm so he wouldn't lash out on him.

Blaine shrugged and set down his note-taking pencil, pushing the sheet music aside. "It's nothing. I'm just.. Nervous, I guess."

"Why?'

"Would you believe me if I said winter auditions?"

Rachel gave him a disapproving look.

"I'll take that as a no, then." He sighed and stood up, chewing on his lip as he ran his fingers across the keyboard in front of them. "I.. have a date tonight, a first as well."

Rachel's eyes grew. "What? You have a date? What about Kurt? You guys looked so good together! Oh, he's going to be so heartbroken, he really liked you, Blaine-"

"Rachel, Rachel, relax. It's with Kurt. I asked him a few nights ago and he said yes. We're going to dinner, then we're going ice skating." Blaine explained, a smile growing on his face as he thought about it.

"Then why are you nervous?"

"Because I haven't been on a date in a while. I'm afraid I'm going to say the wrong thing, or insult him somehow, or make a fool of myself-"

"You'll be fine. Kurt's pretty laid back about everything. Besides, he's quite the klutz so I'm sure he wouldn't make you feel like you made a fool of yourself." Rachel assured him.

Blaine nodded and looked down at the keyboard, pressing down a key. "Any ideas for your date with Q?" He asked, looking back up at Rachel. Usually he'd be filled with ideas but his mind was all caught up, worrying about the night with Kurt.

Rachel only shrugged as she looked through her own music. She wasn't too worried about winter auditions- she had managed to get this far in the school, there wasn't anything she really needed to worry about. Carmen Tibedaux loved her- at least that's what she liked to think. "Nothing yet. I'll think of something.. I still have time."

"Didn't think you were one to procrastinate."

"Didn't think you were one to fuss over a first date."

Blaine playfully glared at her. "Touche."

Rachel laughed at him.

As they went on continuing with their music, Blaine was starting to feel more relaxed about the night ahead of him. He wasn't, however, calming down about the phone call he had had earlier that day, one that wasn't going to go well with his roommates.

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-Three Hours Earlier-

"What do you mean she's coming to town?! Blaine! What the hell?!" Sam exclaimed, his eyes wide as he stared at his best friend.

"She just called me and told me to prepare the house for her arrival! What the hell was I supposed to say? 'No Judy, you can't come stay at our apartment for three days because you son hates you with a burning passion'. You know that she'll just be even more mad! And geez, Sam, I'd rather her not call me an abomination over the phone." Blaine sighed, sitting down on the couch.

"So you'd rather her do it to your face? What about Quinn, man? She's going to be so pissed!"

Blaine shook his head and ran a hand over his gelled hair. "Just.. don't tell her. Not right now, anyways. We still have a few days before your mom even shows up."

"Oh yeah, that'll go over awesome! 'Hey Q- not to make you upset or anything but our mother is coming to town to see you. Don't bring Rachel over, don't want to show off your gayness! Gotta be mommy's perfect little straight daughter!' Screw that, Blaine! She can't come here!"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Now you're just being overdramatic. She's not that bad about everything."

"You literally just said you didn't want her to call you an abomination over the phone."

"Okay, fine! If you want to call her back and tell her not to come then you can do exactly that. I have to get my music ready. Rachel and I are preparing for winter auditions."

Sam just huffed as he watched Blaine sulk back into his room. He didn't know what to do- Judy Fabray was coming to town and it seemed like there was nothing he could do to stop it.

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Sam and Blaine never got around to telling Quinn that her mother was coming to town. It wasn't that they intended not to tell her, they just.. forgot. Sam had been busy trying to get a job and Blaine was working on his audition pieces. With the two of them busying their lives and Rachel unknowing about the sudden visit, Quinn was completely out of the loop.

The day that Judy showed up had Rachel and Quinn lounging on the couch, watching a movie as they just enjoyed each other's company. Rachel had finally thought of something to do with Quinn as a first date, and was now waiting on the right moment to suggest it. She was planning on this weekend, just a nice little time away from the boys and Santana where they could have their first, official date as a couple.

Quinn had her arm draped around Rachel and Rachel's head laid on the blonde's shoulder, a position they had become accustomed to as of late. It was comfortable and loving, and when Quinn had shifted them, nudging so she could start to kiss at her girlfriend's neck, Rachel didn't stop her. Quinn's lips felt amazing against her skin; her hand moved to dance along Rachel's side and Rachel could only sit there and feel. It had been so long since she had been the slightest bit intimate with anyone, but nothing felt quite as right as where she was right now. After few moments she gently pushed Quinn back only to capture the girl's lips, cupping Quinn's cheek immediately. The movie was momentarily forgotten as the two sat there in a throw of passion, only to be interrupted by someone knocking on the door.

Rachel had heard it, though she had hoped that they would go away because if it was someone they knew, they would know to text Quinn or ring the installed doorbell so Quinn could see when someone was there. But when the knocking didn't stop, the brunette sighed and pulled back, a frown on her face. "Someone's knocking at your door."

Quinn was just as confused as Rachel as she looked up to the door, noticing that the lights weren't flickering. Whoever was there obviously didn't know that Quinn was deaf. She looked back at Rachel, furrowing her brow. 'Are you sure?'

Rachel nodded and Quinn sighed, pecking Rachel's lips one last time before she got up off the couch and headed over to the door. Rachel knew she had to follow suit, if anything then to translate for this stranger. She leaned against the back of the couch, watching as the blonde opened the door- the smile that graced her lips had quickly turned into a frown.

"Quinnie!" Judy exclaimed, stepping inside and throwing her arms around Quinn. Quinn had stumbled back from the impact, her eyes wide at the fact that her mother was suddenly there, in New York.

Rachel watched the interaction with confused eyes. She stood up and walked over to shut the door behind the two blondes, then crossed her arms. Something was telling her that she was going to have to sign for Quinn, so she began to get ready. She looked at Quinn and gave her a light smile. 'Everything alright?'

Quinn tightened her lips. 'No. I'm going to kill S-A-M.'

Rachel sighed and chuckled to herself at the situation. The small noise that she let out had gotten the older blonde's attention, and Judy pulled away from hugging Quinn to look at her.

"And who might you be? Are you one of Sammy's friends?" Judy asked, and Quinn looked at her expectantly. Rachel bit her lip, and started to sign the conversation.

"No, er, I'm actually Quinn's.." She trailed off, looking to Quinn for approval. "...girlfriend."

"Oh, that's so nice. It's been awhile since Quinn had any friends that were girls- what was the last one's name, Quinnie? Toyota, or Chevy, or-"

Rachel continued to translate, despite being confused, but Quinn caught on. 'M-E-R-C-E-D-E-S.'

"Mercedes?" Rachel asked, following Quinn's lead.

"Yes, yes that's it. Mercedes. Have you heard from her lately?"

Rachel's eyes fell on Quinn's hands.

"Quinn says she hasn't, no. Er, if you don't mind me asking.. why don't you sign?" Rachel asked, following the blondes into the kitchen. She furrowed her brow as Judy seemed to make herself at home, already going through the cupboards as she searched for a glass.

'Yeah mom, go right ahead, make yourself at home.' Rachel snorted at Quinn's comment.

"Oh, I never felt the need to learn that silly language, but Sam did. I just don't see the point- why do you need to make silly gestures with your hands when you can just write everything down and show it to the person whose deaf?" Judy explained, and Rachel felt a small bubble of anger begin to form in her stomach. Quinn had noticed this and she walked over, placing a hand on the small of Rachel's back.

'Don't worry about her, babe.' She had told her, leaning over to place a kiss on Rachel's cheek. Judy had turned around at that moment, her eyes wide, but then she acted as if she hadn't seen it.

"Quinnie, where do you keep your wine?" She asked, holding the glass in her hand.

Before Quinn could even respond, Rachel jumped in. "You of all people should know that Quinn and Sam do not drink, Mrs. Fabray."

"Call me Judy." Judy's attention turned towards Quinn, whose hand still hadn't moved from Rachel's back. "Why don't you? You're old enough- drinking is fun!"

Quinn just sighed and shook her head, resting her head on Rachel's shoulder. She knew that she shouldn't be showing this much affection towards her girlfriend in front of her mother, but at this point, she didn't care. Judy had always done the same thing with her girlfriends, but she knew that Rachel wouldn't fall for it.

"They have their reasons, Mrs.- er, Judy." Rachel stated, leaning over to place a kiss on Quinn's head. "Not to be rude, but.. Why are you here?"

Judy gave Rachel an incredulous look. "I'm going to let that one slide because you're Quinnie's friend. Didn't Blaine tell you both? I came to see how you were doing! Am I not allowed to visit my children? Blaine sounded a lot more excited over the phone than you seemed, Quinn."

Quinn heavily sighed and began to sign. 'You hate Blaine, mom. And Rachel's not just my friend, she's my girlfriend. As in, we kiss, we hold hands, we cuddle. Girlfriends.'

Rachel was shocked by Quinn's bluntness, but interpreted anyways. Judy did not seem happy in the slightest.

"Not if I say that you're not. You will not be associating with those.. Those abominations! Just because I've allowed Blaine into my house doesn't mean that I want you becoming one of those awful, horrible fags. You are not like them, Lucy. You are so much greater than them and I will not let you waste your life away because you feel the need to continue with these stupid experiments."

Rachel's eyes widened at the horrible things coming from Judy's mouth. She didn't understand- how could people so kind and loving like Quinn and Sam come from someone so.. horrible, like Judy? It didn't make sense. Rachel knew that Quinn was understanding what Judy was saying based on the way that the blonde was tightening her hold on Rachel with each insult, and she couldn't help but wrap an arm around the girl as more anger bubbled up in her stomach. She stepped forward, her eyes glaring.

"Who are you to tell Quinn what she can and can't do? Last time I checked- she was no longer your concern. She has every right to be who she wants to be and if that means that she wants to hold my hand in public or kiss me before we fall asleep then so be it. Just because you are so ignorant and homophobic does not mean that Quinn has to abide by your silly rules in her own home. You are the one that came into her house, do not try and boss her around while you're here." Rachel growled out, her hands hurting from the way that she was signing. Her heart was racing and the air around them had grown silent for a moment, until she had heard the door opening slowly.

All three of them turned their heads to see Sam and Blaine standing in the threshold, their eyes wide as they looked at the scene in front of them. Blaine was the one to step forward, clearing his throat. "Is everything alright in here?" He asked carefully.

Rachel sighed then nodded, straightening up her posture. She took Quinn's hand in her own and went straight for the door, pushing past the boys. She had had enough for one day. She pulled Quinn with her across the hall and into her own apartment, where she immediately flopped face-first on the couch.

Quinn watched Rachel carefully- she was quite proud of Rachel doing something that neither she nor Sam had the courage to do. Yes, Sam always said that he hated their mother but he never stood up to her, never told her no. They always let Judy push them around and she was glad that someone finally told the woman what she needed to hear. Quinn walked over to the couch and sat down, starting to play with Rachel's hair. When the girl rolled over and looked up at her, Quinn smiled.

'I'm very proud of you, Rachel.'

"Why?"

'You stood up to her. Nobody's ever done that, not even Sam.'

Rachel sighed and took one of Quinn's hands, placing a kiss on it. "She was just making me so mad.. First the ignorance about signing, then the homophobic slurs.. I've had enough of her and it's only been a half hour." Rachel joked, linking Quinn's hand with her own.

Quinn definitely understood what Rachel was meaning. Her mother was a handful- nobody ever wanted to be around her. Ever since their father died she had become someone that Quinn and Sam both equally hated- someone that they never wanted to witness ever again. But they had to at every holiday, at every birthday, every family reunion. Nobody liked the woman that Judy Fabray had turned into.

Rachel looked up at Quinn, then released the blonde's hand, signing slowly. 'Lay with me?' She asked, smiling softly at the girl. Quinn compiled and the two of them fell into a light nap, already mentally exhausted by the day's events. The date planning could wait for another day.