First I have to say I'm soooo sorry. I know I took a really long break from this story. There are a few different reasons. One I had absolutely no idea where I was taking this story. When Glee came back I got some ideas. And two, when you spend the holidays alone, it gets you down, and makes it harder to be lovey dovey, even in a fictional story. So I really hope you like the chapter. It's probably the longest I've written so far. I hope you like the chapter, and worth the wait. Hopefully the next update will be a lot sooner than the last. Also again thank you for all the reviews, and welcome the new followers.
The girls were sitting in Quinn's car, outside of the Berry resident. The ride over was quiet. When they arrived Rachel didn't get out of the car. She wanted to know where she stood before she left the blonde. She was clearly not getting an answer. Rachel knew Quinn had a lot to figure out, but she still wanted some sort of verbal confirmation.
"So… I guess I'll see you Monday?" Rachel asked reaching for the door handle.
"You're not coming to the game tomorrow?" Quinn asked trying not to sound hopeful.
"Why would I go? The team kinda hates me right now."
"You don't have to cheer the football team, you can come and you know see me…"
"Watch you from the stands. That sounds so exciting," Rachel said sarcastically.
"Maybe we can hang out afterwards."
Rachel smiled at Quinn's comment. "And do more karaoke?"
"We could do that, or we could talk," Quinn offered.
"I'd like that." Rachel leaned over the center console and kissed the cheerio. "I'll have to run it by my dads first."
"Of course, I want to get on your Daddy's good side," Quinn smiled. "Should I walk you to the door, explain what happened to your dads?"
"That won't be necessary. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Rachel gave Quinn one more kiss before exiting the vehicle
The Titans had another victory. Everyone one was celebrating, well everyone except Quinn and Jones. The football team dragged Jones to the football game. They did a firing squad with paintballs, and slushies. Followed by the word loser written on his forehead and the cheerios were in charge of making sure the football player watched the game from the sidelines. He was in view of everyone, but not on the Titan's bench. Coach Beiste didn't stop her players from retaliating. It helped bring the team together, and Jones needed to be put in his place.
Quinn wasn't celebrating because a certain glee member was not in the crowd. She didn't pay much attention to the game going on. She kept scanning the stands throughout the game looking for Rachel. She definitely got yelled at one too many times by Sue for being distracted. Even with the game over she was still looking to the stands. She didn't notice a blonde football player running over to her.
"Hey," Sam said wrapping his arm around Quinn's waist.
"Hey," she said, turning her head so Sam kissed her cheek.
"You ok?"
"Yea, fine."
"You coming to celebrate?"
"No. I'm kinda tired. I'm just gonna head home."
"You're gonna miss out."
"You go."
"Alright," Sam said giving Quinn a quick kiss. "I'll call you later?"
Quinn nodded in response. She made her way to her car. When she left the parking lot of McKinley High, she didn't turn the direction to go to her house. She went in the opposite direction towards Rachel's house. The cheerleader sat in her car for a minute before she made her way to the door. She held her breath when she rang the doorbell. She was afraid Officer Berry was going to answer the door. When Rachel's other father with the thick black rim glasses opened the door, Quinn let out the breath she was holding.
"Hello Mr. Berry," Quinn said formally.
"Hello Quinn, what brings you here?"
"I came over to see Rachel. I didn't see her at the game."
"Well that's because she's kinda grounded. Which I have to say is a first for her."
"For not telling you were she was yesterday?"
"Yes, we were worried, and she knew better."
"I'm sorry about that. I kinda dragged her out of school to hang out. In the process she forgot to let you two know. I also forgot to let my mom know Rachel was over."
Rachel's dad took a step outside and closed the door behind him. "What exactly happened yesterday?"
"What Rachel didn't tell you?"
"In not as many words, she told us that you stood up for her, and caused someone named Jones to get suspended from today's game. Which caused Finn to yell at you for it, and Finn dragged Sam into it. And they got you pretty ticked, which is why you dragged Rachel home with you."
"She didn't tell you what Jones did to her?"
"No, but her father and I have a feeling a slushy was thrown at her. She came home in a different outfit. She thinks we don't notice these things. We just choose to wait for her to tell us. Sometimes she tells us, and sometimes she doesn't, such as yesterday."
"I don't think it's my place."
"Alright, well seeing as I could've swayed my husband to lift Rachel's punishment so you could see her. But I guess this is goodnight." Mr. Berry said turning towards the door.
"Wait," Quinn said without yelling. She wanted to see Rachel. "I'll tell you what happened."
Rachel's dad turned and motioned for the cheerleader to take a seat on the porch step. Quinn did, and waited for the older man to sit next to her.
"Well, I guess I should start with before Rachel came back to school. The day before she came back I went and talked to Coach Beiste. I was concerned about retaliation against Rachel because of the football team losing both Karofsy and Azimio. She told me to bring any football player with a slushy to her. First day back was good, nothing happened. Then yesterday morning Jones threw a slushy in Rachel's face. I wasn't close enough to Rachel to intervene and stop Jones before he threw the slushy. But I did stop him and literally dragged him by the ear to Coach Beiste's office."
Mr. Berry laughed, "You dragged him down the hall… by his ear."
"People had taken pictures of me dragging Jones down the hall. It's floating around somewhere in cyber land."
"Do you have the picture?"
"Ah no, but everyone else in the school does, including Rachel."
"Speaking of Rachel, where was she when you were dragging Jones, by the ear, through the halls of McKinley high?"
"Rachel was with us. I had taken her hand and brought her with me to Coach Beiste. I didn't want Jones to convince her that he had done nothing. Also so I could help Rachel get cleaned up. It's a lot easier to help someone else get cleaned up, than it is to clean yourself."
"You helped her get cleaned up last week too?"
"I did. I think that was the first time someone helped her get cleaned up after a slushy was thrown in her face."
"It was. And I know she really appreciated everything that you did. It meant a lot to her. And what you did yesterday meant a lot to her too. She had some fear that everything would go back to the way it was when she returned to school."
"I won't let that happen."
"I can see that. I know about the songs glee club sang to Rachel. I also know that you sang that song Perfect to Rachel after the big number. It meant a lot to Rachel, to know that you have her back."
Quinn smiled. "I do. It took a while to get here, but Rachel isn't as bad as I thought she was. She's just a girl with a dream. I can't blame her. She has really changed these past few weeks."
"She has, and I think you have something to do with that."
Quinn smiled at the response. She looked down at her hands.
"So what happened with Finn and Sam?"
"Finn accused me of getting Jones suspended. Which wasn't entirely my fault, it was his own. Apparently Jones was leaving out the detail of what he had done to get suspended from the game. In the process Sam showed up and Finn asked Sam for help, and called me his girlfriend. I'm a strong independent woman. I didn't appreciate being treated like a piece of property. In my storm off I literally ran into Rachel, and brought her over for a girls' night. I didn't know that she didn't let you and Mr. Berry know where she was. I would've said something. The last thing I want to do is be on your husband's bad side."
"It's ok. I don't think this will happen again. This is the first time we ever grounded Rachel, and it hit her hard. She has been giving us the silent treatment all day. She knows I can't handle that. It was the first time she had plans to go somewhere. It darn near broke my heart. My baby has friends, and had plans that don't revolve around singing or dancing."
"What are the terms of her punishment? If you don't mind me asking," Quinn asked.
"Uhm, she wasn't allowed to go out today. Nothing was taken away. It was more to teach her the responsibility of having friends but telling us where she is. We're her parents we have a right to know where she is with whom."
"I understand and respect that. And if I ever abruptly take Rachel at the end of the school day I will personally remind her to tell you both were she is."
"Thank you. Now I'll go talk to my husband."
Quinn sat there for a minute as Rachel's father stood and walked toward the door. "Mr. Berry," Quinn said turning towards the man.
"Yes?"
"The terms of the punishment were that Rachel was to stay home today."
"That is correct."
"So technically me going in to see her isn't a violation of her punishment. She's still in the house, and technically the day is over. It's now eight at night. The day is normally considered when the sun is up, and technically the sun is down."
Mr. Berry smiled. "I'll be sure to run that by my husband," he said opening the door.
Quinn turned her attention back to the front yard. She waited for one of the Berry's to come out on the porch. She was hoping that it might be Rachel. After a few minutes, she heard the front door open. Quinn turned and saw Rachel's other father step outside. Quinn immediately stood up and turned and faced the older man.
"Good evening Mr. Berry," Quinn said being as polite as possible.
"Hello Quinn. Nice to see you this evening, I'm sure my husband told you that Rachel is grounded."
"He did."
"He also told me what happened at school yesterday."
Quinn didn't say anything. She slowly nodded at the comment.
"I guess I owe you an apology, and a thank you."
"What?" Quinn asked confused.
"I'm sorry for the way I've treated you. I know your history, but you've changed. You really do care about my daughter and I need to respect that. And thank you for what you did for Rachel yesterday. I'm not sure if I thanked you for what you did last week. You have been a positive influence on Rachel."
"Thank you Mr. Berry. And I'm sorry for my previous behavior."
"Apology accepted, but I'm not the one you should apologize to."
"Believe me sir; I have apologized to Rachel in many different ways. And she has forgiven me."
"She's like her father. He believes in second chances and forgiveness. I'll give you a second chance, but that doesn't mean I forgive or will forget what you have done."
"That's all I can ask for, thank you Mr. Berry. So does this mean I can go see Rachel?"
Rachel's daddy smiled and extended his arm to the door. "Of course, her punishment is over, I think she's learned her lesson."
"Thank you again Mr. Berry."
Quinn made her way to the front door. "Oh and Quinn," Mr. Berry said to Quinn's back.
"Yes Mr. Berry."
"I'm giving you a second chance. I will not give you a third."
Quinn swallowed the lump that formed in her throat and pushed her way into the Berry residence.
Quinn made her way upstairs to Rachel's room. The door was open, and Quinn stood at the doorway taking in Rachel's appearance. She was lying on her stomach with her head at the foot of the bed away from the door. She was wearing what looked like her workout outfit, black yoga pants, and a ripped grey sweatshirt over a tank top. Rachel had her hair in a ponytail, and a headband on. Quinn saw Rachel was reading but couldn't tell if it was for pleasure or for school. She also saw something yellow in Rachel's embrace. Quinn knocked on the door.
Rachel let out a sigh, and lowered her head. "How many times do I have to tell you?" Rachel slammed the book and stood up, taking the book with her. She left the yellow star Quinn had given her on the bed, which was in her embrace. She began to make her way to the desk without looking at who was at the door. "I'm not in the mood for Funny Girl."
"Wow, saying no to Funny Girl," Quinn laughed. Rachel stopped in her tracks. She knew the voice did not belong to her fathers. "You must be really mad at them."
Rachel dropped the book on the floor and turned around. When she had visual confirmation that it was Quinn, a huge smile spread across her face. She ran across her room, and jumped on Quinn, wrapping her arms around Quinn's neck, and legs around her waist. Quinn stumbled back into the hallway from the petite girl's sudden movements. Once she got her bearings Quinn wrapped her arms around Rachel and walked back into the bed room, kicking the door closed. Quinn sat down on the bed with Rachel sitting on her lap.
"Geez Rach, you're acting like you haven't seen me in weeks," Quinn said.
Rachel finally loosened her grip. "I thought you were mad at me?"
"Why would you think that?"
"Well I sent you a few texts, and left you a voicemail. Telling you I wouldn't be at the game. You never responded."
"That's because I don't know where it is. Last place I saw it was yesterday after we listened to Sam's voicemail. I don't know if my mom moved it or something. When I tried calling it I couldn't find it."
"Well when I called. It went straight to voicemail. So it's probably dead."
"That might be why I didn't hear it when I called it."
"So how is it you're here?"
"I drove," Quinn replied.
"No, I mean. I'm grounded. So how is it you're here, in my room?"
Quinn smiled, and placed a chaste kiss on Rachel's lips. "I can be very persuasive."
"Did you seduce me dads?" Rachel joked.
In one quick swift motion, Quinn grabbed Rachel and flipped them, so Rachel was lying on the bed with Quinn between her legs. In the process Rachel let out a squeal.
"There is only one Berry I have my eye on," Quinn whispered before kissing Rachel.
"Oh really?" Rachel asked in between Quinn's next kiss.
"Yes," Quinn whispered.
Quinn deepened the kiss, causing Rachel to moan into her mouth.
"Stay the night," Rachel whispered when the cheerleader pulled away.
"You sure that's a good idea?" Quinn asked before kissing the diva again, this time swiping her tongue over Rachel's bottom lip.
Rachel's voice was not working from the last kiss. She nodded in response. Quinn smiled at leaving the other girl speechless. She waited for Rachel to get her thoughts in order. "You said we could hang out after the game yesterday. It's after the game."
"It is, isn't it?" Quinn asked before making contact with Rachel's lips again.
"It is," Rachel breathed out.
"Well then I probably need to get off of you, so you can run it by your dads first."
Quinn tried to stand, but didn't get far. Rachel had wrapped her legs around Quinn, and still had her hands wrapped around her neck.
"Not yet," Rachel pulled Quinn back down smashing their lips.
Quinn smiled into the kiss before deepening the kiss. Quinn swiped Rachel's bottom lip again, causing the diva to moan into Quinn's mouth. Rachel then began massaging Quinn's tongue with her own. The feel of Rachel's tongue cause a chill to run through Quinn's body, and heat to rise from her center. Her hips bucked into Rachel's core, causing both girls to moan at the new contact. Quinn began rocking her hips into Rachel. Rachel responded by moving her hips in time with the other girl. She moved her hands from Quinn's neck to the small of her back, feeling the skin just beneath her cheerleader top.
The skin contact took Quinn by surprise, causing her to abruptly pull away from Rachel.
"What's wrong? Is it my breath?" Rachel said placing her hand over her mouth.
"No, your breath is fine," Quinn replied. She gave Rachel a chaste kiss.
"Then what's wrong?"
"Nothing, just feeling your hand on my back took me by surprise."
"Sorry. Kissing you causes my body to react in ways that it never did with any guy I've been with."
Quinn smiled at the comment. "I know what you mean," she replied giving Rachel a quick kiss. "But before we lose track of time again, you really need to go talk to your dads."
Rachel let out a sigh, "I guess you're right."
Quinn rolled off Rachel so she could go ask her dads if Quinn could stay the night. Quinn placed her hands behind her head and stared up at the ceiling. She didn't have to wait long for Rachel to jump on her, and straddle her waist.
"I take it they said yes," Quinn said seeing the smile plastered on her face.
"It wasn't hard to do. Dad is such a softy, so I played the guilt trip on them, and they turned into mush."
Quinn laughed, but the smile immediately disappeared. She couldn't help but think of when she used to have that effect on her dad. She hated him for what she did to her, then to her mom. But a part of her felt like if he didn't do what he did she would have never have been able to grow as a person. From what he did to her mom, she never would've had the strength to give up drinking and get a life of her own. Rachel noticed Quinn's smile disappear as she appeared deep in thought.
"Quinn you ok?"
"Hmm?" Quinn said making eye contact with the girl currently straddling her.
"You seemed lost in thought. What were you thinking about?"
Quinn took a deep breath. She placed her hands on Rachel's hips, and sat up. "My dad," she replied. Quinn gave Rachel's hips a small nudge signaling for her to get off her lap.
Rachel obliged, crossing her legs facing Quinn. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Quinn continued to look forward, not making eye contact with Rachel. "You just reminded me of how I use to have my dad wrapped around my finger. I was always his little girl, he wanted to protect me and make me happy. He gave me everything I wanted. But at a cost. I got what I wanted as long as I did what he wanted. Become head cheerleader; find a nice Christian boy to date, preferable the quarterback. Get good grades, and eventually marry the good Christian boy and become a trophy wife like my mom and sister. But that all changed."
Tears started to form in Quinn's eyes. Rachel placed a reassuring hand on her back, and began to slowly move it up and down.
"One stupid drunken night, no afternoon. And I become disowned. The night Finn told my Dad, I wanted nothing more than my dad to hold me and tell me everything would be ok. I should've known he wouldn't. Everything has to be his way, and he is always right, even if you have the facts to disprove him."
"I'm sorry Quinn," Rachel whispered.
Quinn finally turned and looked Rachel in the eyes. "Don't be. What he did to me made me stronger. It actually made me a better person. If he didn't do that I would've turned into him, and I would not be sitting here right now. I would've never been allowed to come to terms with my feelings for you. I changed because of him. I don't care what people think of me. Yes I am head cheerleader again, but it's more because I love it. I like being part of this sport, and a team. I like the fact with this uniform gives me immunity from slushies. Plus I look hot in it."
Rachel laughed at the last comment.
"You don't think I look hot?" Quinn teased.
"I think you are hot in anything you wear," Rachel replied, leaning over capturing Quinn's lips. "And can I be honest with you?"
Quinn nodded.
"I'm kinda glad those thing happened. I like this new Quinn. I mean I like her a lot. I believe we are tested and how we overcome them help shape us. It's all a matter of perspective. You know the classic glass half empty or half full."
Quinn did a little shrug as she did a nod at the comment.
"Isn't there a book about God testing us?" Rachel asked, trying a different way to approach it.
"Job," Quinn answered. She looked down at Rachel's hands; she reached over and intertwined their fingers. "Job was faithful, and lived very well. Then Satan challenged God to test his faith. The belief was if you've done wrong then you are punished. Job never sinned; throughout the whole story his friends are trying to convince him that he had done something to deserve his punishment. But he does not give in, and does not condemn God. It was a test of his faith. Then in the end Job gets everything back, for not losing his faith."
Rachel was smiling throughout Quinn's description of the book. "See that's my point. Job maintained his faith, and the trials only made him stronger."
Quinn took a minute to think about what Rachel said. Quinn has taken a more positive approach to what happened last year. She became somewhat kinder, and for once feels like herself. Not the cookie cutter version her father made, but the real Quinn Fabray. Quinn looked up at Rachel, "What are you smiling at?"
"You."
"Care to elaborate."
"The way you were talking about the story of Job. You just spat it out like it was second nature. But I also noticed you miss it. You had passion in your description."
"Yea I do miss it. But how can I practice a religion that condemns me for what I'm doing with you. I'm not only cheating again, but with a girl."
"You forget that God forgives. And maybe you need to look at the teachings another way."
Quinn gave Rachel a disbelieving look.
"I'm serious. Tell me one of the passages that condemns homosexual behavior."
Quinn took a minute to think of one of the passages she had studied. "Let's start at the beginning, the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve. You know that story; it's in the Old Testament."
"Ok Adam and Eve. God created Adam, then Eve from one of Adam's ribs. There is the belief that woman is made from man. Therefore are considered less than men. Although scientifically when a baby is in the womb all children start off as female. And we've come a long way from being considered possessions. Which I know pissed you off yesterday." Quinn chuckled at that fact. "But I digress. Anyways, man and woman, God told them to create more of them. So therefore the natural thing is a male and a female to procreate. Ok but what about those who for whatever can't have children including the people past their prime. Some people just do not want children. And there are people who are single for their entire lives. Are they condemned because they didn't procreate?
"Story of Sodom," Quinn countered.
"The people in that town weren't gay. They were just plain evil. They were full of pride, had plenty of food and wealth they had it easy. They didn't help the less fortunate. When the Angels appeared Lot brought them to his house. All the towns' men, of all ages wanted to rape them. Rape is about power, not sex, love, or precreation. The men in Sodom wanted to control the two male Angels that arrived, which they didn't know they were Angels. The men weren't gay; they just like to control everything. They controlled the wealth and the food, as well as the poor and anyone that entered their town."
"Ok, I really don't feel like debating the bible all night," Quinn said holding up her hands in defeat.
Rachel smiled, "Just remember the next time you read from the bible. It's a book about God, not about sexuality."
Quinn let the words sink in. "New topic," Quinn said abruptly.
"Ok, what are we?"
"What?"
Rachel got up from the bed. "What is this Quinn? I mean you said we were friends ok. But everything has changed. Are we just friends who sometimes kiss? Are we like Brittany and Santana, friends with benefits? Am I your other woman? I'm going to be your dirty little secret." Rachel was now pacing the room.
Quinn got up and grasped Rachel by the shoulders. "Rachel stop, I can't talk to you if you're pacing the room."
Rachel stopped. She was arm's length away from the cheerleader. She looked up, "What are we Quinn?"
Quinn dropped her arms, letting out a long sigh as she plopped on the bed. "I don't know."
"I don't believe you," Rachel replied crossing her arms.
Quinn stood up. "I'm sorry Rachel. All I know is that I care about you a lot. I like being around you, in every way, socially, emotionally, physically, and now spiritually. I want to be with you." She placed her hands on Rachel's hips.
"What about Sam?"
Quinn took another deep breath. "I care about him. He's a sweet guy."
"But you won't leave him."
"I don't want to hurt him until I figure this all out."
"What is there to figure out? You just said you like me in every way," Rachel pointed out.
"I do. I just…" Quinn let go of Rachel and sat on the bed. "I just…" Quinn didn't know what she needed to figure out. She knew Rachel was right. Rachel was the girl she wanted to be with. She has fought her feelings toward girls her whole life. She fought her feelings for Rachel the moment she saw her two years ago. She never thought the girl of her dreams would return the feelings. Now here she was head cheerleader again, and dating Sam, one of the sweetest boys at McKinley. She didn't want to break his heart. She also wasn't sure if she was ready for the world to know she was dating another girl. She didn't care if everyone knew that she was friends with Rachel. She was scared. Her mother still has the strong religious views and didn't want a repeat of last year.
Rachel saw the girl struggle to answer the question. Tears were starting to form in Quinn's eyes. Rachel knelt down in front of Quinn. She placed her hands on the cheerleader's knees. The physical contact made Quinn make eye contact. "You remember what I said yesterday? When I was reading your palm?"
"Yes. You said my love and I will have many trials. The first of which is…" Realization hit Rachel remembering what Quinn said at the piano, "Fear."
Quinn nodded. "I'm scared Rachel. Can we just be until I have the guts to face my fears?" Quinn placed her hands on top of the hands on her knees. "Please," she begged.
It was hurting Rachel, seeing this girl struggle. She felt guilty. From her fathers she knew the struggles of coming to terms with one's sexuality. Quinn had technically addressed some of her struggles yesterday. Rachel wanted some sort of confirmation, she wanted a label.
"Please?" Quinn asked again, tears rolling down her face.
"Ok," Rachel whispered.
Quinn grasped the sides of Rachel's face, and pulled her into a passionate kiss. "Thank you," she whispered.
Rachel smiled in response. She wrapped her arms around Quinn, pulling her into a hug. "Come on," Rachel said standing up. "Let's get ready for bed."
Quinn stood up with Rachel. "Oh shit, can I use your phone? I should probably let my mom know I'll be spending the night."
Rachel walked over to her night stand and handed her phone to Quinn. As Quinn dialed her house number Rachel decided to get ready for bed. She picked up the book she was reading off the floor and placed it on her desk. She made her way to her dresser pulling out her pajamas and a set for Quinn. She pulled out the pajama set Quinn wore the last time she was there. Rachel went to the bathroom to change, and by the time she came out Quinn was off the phone and in the pajamas Rachel left out.
"All set," Quinn said making her way to the bathroom. "And now you have my house number in case I lose my phone again."
"Thanks," Rachel said passing Quinn.
Rachel went and got her bed ready while she waited for Quinn. She turned off the lights, with the exception of the one on her night stand. She got into bed and snuggled up with her star facing the bathroom. When Quinn opened the door, she saw Rachel cuddled up with the star she gave her at the beginning of the week. She couldn't help but smile.
"Comfy?" Quinn asked as she made her way to the other side of the bed.
"No," Rachel replied.
"No?" Quinn said sliding into bed.
"I'm not comfy," Rachel said looking over her shoulder.
"What would make you comfy?" Quinn asked lying on her side facing Rachel.
"Well for starters," Rachel said turning her head away from Quinn. "I'm kinda cold."
Quinn smirked and moved closer to Rachel, pressing her body against Rachel's back. She wrapped her arms around the diva's waist. Rachel smiled feeling Quinn against her.
"This better?" Quinn asked.
"Yes, but there is one thing missing."
"What's that?"
Rachel turned around in Quinn's embrace, still holding on to the star.
"You know if you have me here tonight, you don't need the star."
Rachel smiled, "Force of habit. I sleep with it every night."
Quinn grasped one of the points of the star, "How about tonight you try sleeping without it." She slowly pulled the star out of Rachel's grasp. Once out of Rachel's grip Quinn reached her arm over Rachel and placed it on the floor. In case Rachel felt like she needed it in the middle of the night. She also turned the light off. Quinn wrapped her arm around Rachel's waist and pulled Rachel closer to her. "See, no barrier. And why have the substitute when you can have the real thing."
Rachel snuggled closer to Quinn, placing her head in the nook of her neck. "You're right. The real thing is better, but…" Rachel looked up at Quinn. "There is still one thing missing."
"You're such a tease. What are you missing?"
"Good night kiss."
Quinn chuckled, "You're so cute."
Quinn leaned down and gave Rachel a chaste kiss. "Good night Rachel."
Rachel replaced her head in the nook of Quinn's neck, "Night Quinn."