"So what are you going to do without me harassing you for an entire weekend?" Santana asked as they drove into the parking lot of the new studio where the rest of filming would be taking place.

"Flag down all the paparazzi I can find and invite them for tea. Maybe infiltrate the cartel and become someone's concubine, or maybe I will knit you a lovely sweater that is adorned with a unicorn," Rachel said with a smile.

"Keep it up, Berry, and I will hire a babysitter," Santana said.

"I am 24 years old, Santana. I do believe that I can keep myself busy and out of trouble for a few days," Rachel chided.

"Hey look there's Quinn," Santana said pointing to the left.

"Where?" Rachel asked looking.

"Yeah, you'll stay out of trouble. I say that girl's name and you turn into a stalking diva. Stop looking for her I was joking," Santana said as Rachel continued to look for Quinn.

"I am just very interested in her talent," Rachel responded.

"Yeah her talent was the first thing I noticed too. She has an amazing talent," Santana said sarcastically as she touched Brittany's leg to get her attention away from her Ipod and laptop. "Britt, Rachel wants to have a slumber party while I'm gone."

"A slumber party? Oh, Rae, we haven't had one of those in so long!" Brittany said from the backseat looking up from her laptop. "Just make sure Lord Tubbington doesn't get into the wine. Ever since he quit smoking, he's been drinking a lot. I think we need to take him to a meeting"

Rachel waited until the blonde had exited the car before she turned to her best friend, "Santana, when are you going to tell her that those cigarettes were yours?"

"Hey, I quit didn't I? Seriously, Rach, take this weekend and relax by the pool with a drink or two. Catch up on some television or go see a movie. You work too hard," Santana said running her hand up and down her friend's arm.

"Look who's talking. I know damn well you are going out to pick up some music and talk to some producers. Santana Lopez, you cannot fool me," Rachel said with mock anger.

"I'm not going to lie, when this is over you are going to want to be back in the studio, I can see it already. I just want to be prepared with some options. Also, there is a little surprise that I have planned for one Brittany Pierce and I need her to be occupied elsewhere," Santana said with an impish grin.

"I know where this is going and it's about time, San," Rachel said getting out of the car herself.

Brittany sat in a seat in the back of the auditorium with her headphones in bobbing her blonde hair to the beat of the latest song flooding her ears while she balanced her laptop on her knees. She almost dropped everything when Quinn dropped herself down in the next seat in a pair of cargo pants and tight black tank top.

"What's going on, Britt?" Quinn asked watching some contestants dance around on the stage.

"Quinn! You scared me. Where did you come from?" Brittany asked.

"Well, my mom and dad decided they really loved each other and," Quinn started with a smirk before Brittany interrupted her.

"And then the stork built his nest by you r house and swooped down to give you to your mom," Brittany offered seriously.

Quinn looked at her new friend and shook her head. She wasn't quite sure if this was all an act yet. Brittany was incredibly perceptive, yet sometimes as simple as a child.

"Right," Quinn said raising a single eyebrow. "What are you working on so diligently?"

"I am trying to order a bottle of champagne for Santana's hotel room, but the website I got is really confusing," Brittany replied.

"Let me help," Quinn said and took the laptop into her own lap. "I'm usually pretty god with the tech stuff."

After a few keystrokes and entering in Brittany's credit card information, Quinn handed back the laptop. "There you go, all set. So Santana is gone for a while?"

"Yeah, she is getting some songs together and talking to some producers this weekend. She is convinced Rae is going to want to record another album after this, but I don't think so," Brittany said. "Santana doesn't see it, but I do. She's tired and lonely."

"She really is amazing," Quinn said.

"You have no idea," Brittany offers. "So what are you doing Saturday?"

"Not much. Just hanging out I guess," Quinn said. "I was thinking about trying to go home for the weekend, but I don't want to spend the entire time on the road."

"You should come over and hang out with me," Brittany offered. "Santana will be gone and Rachel has been ordered to just relax which means she will be no fun. We could have a few drinks and go swimming in our pool. It has a waterslide and everything."

"Sure, sounds like a good time to me," Quinn said.

"Sweet, bring your swimsuit because we will be getting wet. Way better than the one we had back home," Brittany said.

"Hey, I'm sold," Quinn said.

"I will come pick you up at 1 outside your hotel. I'll have Rachel's car. People get out of the way of that tank," Brittany said.

Rachel had spent her Saturday morning in her office answering emails and signing autographs for most of the morning. She had a fun time with Brittany the night before watching movies and vegging out on all sorts of things that were bad for her, but it was worth it. Her laptop signaled a new email and she opened it quickly. It was from Santana.

Rachel,

Get your talented ass out of the office, off the computer and by the pool. You should be relaxing. Don't make me go all Lima Heights on your ass when I get home.

XOXO

Rachel blew out her breath and turned off her laptop. She made her way to her suite and changed into her pink and white bikini before heading off to the rooms Brittney shared with Santana. She knocked on the door, but no one answered. She shrugged and made her way out to the lounge chairs by the pool with a bottle of wine.

She settled in a chair and started to sip her glass. It didn't take long for her to feel completely relaxed and hot. She took a quick dip in the pool before returning to her lounge chair and putting her headphones in to her ears. She closed her eyes under her large framed sunglasses and let the California sun wrap itself around her in a warm embrace.

Brittany and Quinn walked into the large house and made their way to the kitchen. After a few minutes of pondering, the pair settled on a bottle of white wine and headed down to change into their swimsuits. Quinn was in awe of the mansion that her new friend lived in.

"This is an amazing house," Quinn said as they entered Brittany's suite.

"This is nothing. You should see Rae's area and her office. It's amazing. Santana and I decorated our part really comfy, but Rae's is all sheik and just amazing," Brittney said.

"Wait, Rachel lives here too? Is she a total diva?" Quinn asked.

"Only, when she doesn't get what she wants." Brittany says with a laugh. "But yeah, San and I live in this area and Rachel has a wing on the other side of the house. We are all the family each of us has left, so we just made our own little flock of ducks."

"That's actually really sweet," Quinn added.

They walked down to the pool area and set down their towels and glasses not seeing Rachel on the other side of the pool. Both girls were in tiny bikinis that didn't leave much to the imagination laughing and drinking their wine.

"Last one in is a rotten egg!" Brittney yelled as she ran for the water.

Quinn laughed and ran after her friend both jumping in at the same time and sending a wave of water over a relaxing Rachel. The small singer scrambled to her feet quickly dripping wet and knocking over her drink.

"Saint Barbara and everything that is holy!" yelled Rachel.

"Sorry, Rae, we didn't see you there," Brittany said pulling herself out of the water by her friend.

"Britt, it's alright. You startled me more than anything. I looked for you earlier, but I couldn't find you. I just came out her and decided to relax by the pool for a while," Rachel said not noticing Quinn who was coming over to join them.

"I thought you would lock yourself in your office like you usually do when Santana goes out of town and tell me that you're busy, so I brought a friend over," Brittany said.

"Santana knew that's what I was going to be doing and emailed me to get my ass out by the pool. Friend?" Rachel asked.

Quinn pulled herself out of the water and walked over to Brittany, water dripping off her athletically taned frame. Rachel took in the sight and was thankful she still had her sunglasses on covering her eyes which always gave her away.

"Miss Berry, I hope I'm not intruding. I didn't realize Britt lived with you until we got here. I can head back to the hotel if it is a problem," Quinn offered.

"Quinn, please, call me Rachel. It's fine. You guys enjoy the pool and have a wonderful time. I'm sure I can find something to keep me occupied," Rachel said trying not to visibly shake as her stomach continued to flip at the sight of the beautiful blonde standing in front of her…in a bikini….dripping wet…sun dancing in her blonde hair.

"Rae, stay and hang with us. I brought down a bottle of your favorite," Brittney bribed bringing Rachel out of her daydream.

"Yeah, Rachel, I don't want to make you feel like you need to leave. Relax with us and you never know, you might have some fun. I promise I don't bite, much" Quinn said with a seductive smile.

Rachel tried to speak, but sat down instead and reached for her spilt drink. Quinn ran over to where Brittany had put down their bottle and returned to fill Rachel's glass. Quinn smiled down at her and Rachel physically could not help but return the smile.

"There see, that's a start," Quinn said with a magnificent smile.

The afternoon became more relaxed as the alcohol flowed. Brittany told stories of Rachel back in high school involving horrible sweaters and slushie facials causing the diva to turn all shades of red. In return, Rachel told many stories of the unique sayings of Brittany. Quinn laughed as the friends tried to out embarrass each other.

"OK, so I have a question," Quinn said taking another sip from her glass. "What are dolphins?"

"Dolphins are gay sharks," Brittany answered quickly.

Quinn thought back to the conversation that she had with Brittney and nodded. "That makes sense."

Brittney slightly more than buzzed, ran over and tackled Quinn out of her seat, sending both of them the short distance to the ground. Rachel giggled as the two blondes rolled around laughing. Quinn fit into the little family all too well.

"No one gets me but San and Rae. They were the only ones in high school that didn't call me stupid or dumb. Santana made sure I wasn't picked on, but still hurt," Brittany said slightly down which was quickly replaced by excitement as she went on," and now I have you too!"

"I would never let anyone make fun of you, Brittany. You are not dumb, you are very perceptive" Quinn said hugging her friend.

Rachel sat back drinking more wine which had already gone to her head. She was happy that Brittany had someone that she could talk to and hang out with. Rachel and Santana had a special bond and that left Brittany out of the loop some of the time.

Brittany's phone sounded with Santana singing "Songbird" and the blonde jumped to her feet and headed towards the house leaving Rachel and Quinn by the pool with their wine.

"That wasn't Fleetwood Mac," Quinn said.

"That was Santana. She has an amazing voice. I keep fighting with her over a career her own, but she insists on staying in the background. None of us come through high school unscathed even those on the top," Rachel said drifting off into a memory.

"So how are you enjoying your day of relaxation?" Quinn asked changing the subject and bringing Rachel back to the present.

Rachel turned her head to the blonde and smiled, "This has been the most fun that I have had in a long time. Thank you. You are very sweet with Brittany and I can tell that you care about her."

"It's hard not to care about you guys" Quinn responded as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Must be hard, being on the road all the time away from your family and any significant other," Quinn said trying to solicit information discretely.

Rachel laughed seeing right through it. "Santana and Brittney are my family and they go everywhere with me. As far as a better half, I haven't had one in a long time. That's one thing you will lean, little star, this life style has no time for love. Everyone wants a piece of you and very few want to give anything back."

"I don't believe that, Rachel. You are beautiful and talented and damn hot with a body like that," Quinn said.

Rachel laughed and her throat went dry. Was it the wine? Was she having a heat stroke? Did Quinn Fabray just call her hot and beautiful in the same breath? "Eh, what about you? Do you have your knight in shining armor waiting for you In San Francisco? "

"Nope, hadn't found the right one yet," Quinn said eyeing the petite diva.

Quinn knew she was in trouble. She had a celebrity crush on Rachel Berry for years and now here she was sitting by her pool flirting with her in the middle of a competition that could change her life of which Rachel was a judge.

Rachel smiled at Quinn with a 1000 watt smile. "You are so beautiful, Quinn, but you are so much more. I would love to see some of your photographs someday."

"Anytime," Quinn said as she sat down next to Rachel on her lounge. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the fact that Rachel genuinely believed in her, or maybe it was the fact that her celebrity ideal woman sat next to her in a tiny bikini, whatever the reason, Quinn reached the end of her resolution. "Fuck it."

Quinn got to her feet and turned to the confused diva. In one swift movement, Quinn had straddled Rachel and placed her hands on both sides of the diva's face. Quinn brought their lips so close that she could feel the heat and swore she saw sparks. She brought their lips together.

Rachel was shocked, but did nothing to stop it, instead she wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist even as her brain told her to get out of there, but she couldn't. Fire ignited between the lips sending both girls searching for more.

Brittany walked back out of the house still talking to Santana and stopped at the sight of the blonde making out with her best friend. She smiled for a second before realizing what she had done. She had set both of her friends up for failure by allowing this to happen. Santana was going to be furious. She looked at her phone and back at the girls. Brittany decided to bite the bullet while Santana was still so far away.

"San, I think I did something bad," Brittany said quietly into the receiver.