AN: After a long (I don't actually want to check how long) unintended hiatus I give you an update. I'd apologize, but I'm sure you all want to see what happens next.

Rachel couldn't quite believe it; a surprise, a surprise for her. She was a bit concerned about Quinn exerting herself but still she couldn't help but image what awaited her up the stairs. The brunette scooped Tony up and ascended the stairs. It had been so long since someone did something like this for her, she couldn't wait.

Step by tentative step, she took. The anticipation was killing her, but all the same she didn't want to seem too eager to see what Quinn had done for her. Once at the her door, Rachel wondered if she should knock first but thought against it since the idea of needing permission to enter her own room seemed silly. She reached for the knob and opened the door a crack.

In a second Quinn was before her, blocking off any view of what awaited her within her room. Her short choppy hair was tied in a messy ponytail and she looked to be dressed in a pair of Rachel's sweats and a tank top. "Hey, you're home," she said, sounding slightly out of breathe as she spotted the singer. "Just give me one sec," she requested, disappearing back into the room and shutting the door, leaving a bewildered Rachel behind.

*bark?*

Rachel looked down at her puppy. Apparently he was a bit confused as well. "Quinn?" she called, receiving no reply. "Quinn, it's okay if you're not done; you should be resting anyway." Rachel pressed her ear to the door, hearing muttered prayers on the other side. "Really Quinn, it's the thought that counts and I'm sure I'll love it."

*bark*

Rachel smiled, squeezing Tony affectionately. "Just a few more seconds, Rach!" Rachel sighed, but let Quinn have her way. Either way, she'd certainly make sure that Quinn stay in bed for the rest of the afternoon. Quinn's well-being was far more important than some surprise and it would be quite the travesty if their date were to be cancelled because Quinn refused to take care of herself. She soon heard the doorknob turning and waited until Quinn was in front of her again. "Hey," she said shyly.

"Hi," Rachel replied in a similarly soft tone. Her eyes drifted between her trembling feet, and Quinn's face and the few loose strands of blonde hair that fell down to her cheek. "So can I see my surprise?" she asked, suppressing her eagerness.

"Oh, right." Quinn opened the door wider and stepped aside, allowing Rachel to walk past her. Rachel walked slowly, carefully eyeing her room. She had expected to see what Quinn had planned for her the moment she stepped in, but her room was mostly the same as she left it. The only thing that was out of place was the stack of pillows and extra quilts that was blocking off light from her window. She frowned but said nothing so as not to make Quinn feel bad. "Just lay on your bed," Quinn told her. "And close your eyes."

Rachel shook her head in amusement but did as told, climbing on top of her bed and gently placing Tony down beside her. "Okay, I'm ready," she announced, her body humming with excitement. Quinn shut off the light and made her way to the bed. Rachel felt a dip in her bed and a hand interlacing with her own before hearing Quinn groan.

"No, no, no," she whined.

"Quinn, are you okay?" Rachel asked, jumping up from where she lay.

"No, no, no," Quinn continued, shaking her head which she had now buried in her hands. She went on with incoherent mutterings, nothing that Rachel could make any sense of. She tossed a leg over the blonde and gently gripped onto Quinn's forearms, stilling her movements as she whispered in her ear. On her other side Tony slowly approached, nuzzling into her.

"It's okay Quinn, it's okay," Rachel cooed.

"No, it's not," Quinn whined. "I wanted to do something special for you, but I didn't even think it through enough to do it right," she said, her eyes flickering past Rachel's concerned gaze to stare at the ceiling. She frowned and tried to turn to her side so she didn't have to look Rachel in the eye, until she finally processed that the brunette was straddling her waist and thus was preventing such movement. She settled for turning her head to the side.

Quinn felt Rachel shift on top of her and then soft lips upon her cheek. She felt another kiss, and then a few more, the last one landing on the corner of her mouth. One of Rachel's dainty hands slipped in under her other cheek, cupping it, and slowly turning her head until they were facing each other once more.

"I'm sorry, Rachel. I just thought it would be something that you'd like, I didn't think about whether or not it would work," she admitted embarrassedly. She was then roughly nudged by Tony.

*bark bark*

A giggle escaped Quinn's lips, her lips curving into a weak smile. A stronger, but similar one also formed on Rachel's face. "Looks like someone disagrees," she said, scooping Tony up and cradling him in her arms. "Right, boy? It was your idea too?" she cooed, scratching his stomach.

*bark bark*

"See?" Rachel said, pointedly. "It wasn't completely your idea, so you shouldn't take full blame." She set Tony back down. Quinn only huffed in response. She appreciated how Tony was trying to make her feel better, but it had been her idea and it was her fault that she hadn't planned it properly. "Besides," Rachel added, "You hit your head the other day, so it's okay if you weren't thinking clearly," she teased.

Quinn pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're mean."

"And you're cute," Rachel replied, giggling. Quinn relaxed below her. It was hard for the blonde to be upset whenever she heard that angelic laugh. She unfolded her arms from over her chest, her hands falling on top of Rachel's thighs. Quinn idly played with the hem of Rachel's skirt. "So… what was this little surprise you had planned anyway?" She watched as Quinn bit down on her lower lip, and assumed that the blonde was too embarrassed about the whole thing and didn't want to talk about it at all. "Please tell me. I'm sure I'll love it," she assured.

"You will… I think, but I don't want to ruin it." Rachel's brow furrowed and her nose scrunched up. Quinn couldn't help but giggle, thinking that Rachel looked really cute. "It should still be able to work," she explained. "Just not now. But you'll be able to see it before you go to sleep… I hope."

"Well in that case, maybe you should sleep over so can see my reaction," Rachel suggested.

*bark*

"Tony would like it if you stayed," she added as the puppy in question jumped onto Quinn's stomach. He rolled over onto his back, offering his belly for Quinn to scratch. "Please Quinn," Rachel said, sticking her lower lip out in a way she knew Quinn couldn't resist. She resisted the urge to smile when Tony decided to help her out by letting out tiny whimpering sounds.

"You're not being fair."

Rachel scoffed. "Don't pretend like you don't want to stay here with me."

At The Lopez Residence…

Santana knew that Brittany would want them to start preparing for the weekend soon, but she just didn't know how soon. Needless to say, she was a bit disappointed to be starting so soon. On the bright side, the sooner they started the sooner they'd finish. It was with that thought in mind that she carried her shoes and clothes over to the guestroom closet.

With a fairly well off living, Santana's closet was pretty big. It wasn't exactly walk-in closet big but it was big. Even so, it wasn't big enough to fit Quinn, Rachel and those chairs that Brittany insisted they bring up from the living room. Santana still didn't know how her girlfriend was planning on bringing them up here; those things weighed a ton.

She got to her close and stuffed her things inside before going back to her room. She sighed when she eyed her own closet, only half her clothes were gone. Santana decided to forget about it, grabbing whatever else would fit in the closet across the hall. If Quinn and Berry would have to deal with a bit of her clothes then so be it. It's not like it was really her problem.

With that done, Santana went downstairs where Brittany was thinking up a way to get the armchairs upstairs. When she got there she found her girlfriend settled on the couch. Her elbows were on legs, arms straight up with her head propped on her hands. She was staring straight in front of her at the two armchairs with narrowed eyes.

Santana knew that she was deep in thought, probably to point of blocking everything else out. She would never say it aloud, but she always loved whenever Brittany got like this. Her brow would knit together and her nose would crinkle up ever so slightly. It was a cute look for her girlfriend, although Santana undoubtedly preferred it when her girlfriend was sexy, which frankly was most of the time.

Santana walked around the couch, settled down next to her girlfriend. "Hey babe, you still sure you want to bring these up?" She watched Brittany blink, her blue eyes darting towards her, only now noticing her presence.

"I don't know," Brittany answered, stretching across the couch, lying her head on the arm of the couch and her legs over Santana's. "Have you ever tried pushing them?" she asked. Santana didn't answer because she knew that her girlfriend was asking a rhetorical question, even if Brittany often forgot the meaning of rhetorical. "They're really heavy."

"Maybe, we shouldn't bring them up," Santana said, trying not to sound too into the idea.

"We could always try to some of the guys to bring them up for us," Brittany shrugged.

Hm, well's that's an idea that Santana could get behind.

Rachel's house…

Rachel brushed a loose strand of hair out of Quinn's face. The blonde had fallen asleep a small while ago. She was quite exhausted by spending the day with Tony, which resulted in Rachel requesting (demanding) that they eat dinner in her room. The puppy in question was curled up at the foot of the bed. The brunette scooted closer to Quinn. She tossed the more securely around her friend and laid down.

She gasped when she noticed her ceiling. It took her a second to process what happened, but it all clicked into place when she remembered Quinn's surprise. Her ceiling was littered with glow in the dark stars. And although they were green instead of her preferred color of gold (green did go well with Quinn's eyes), the simple action was quite sweet. But this was Quinn and thus it wasn't as simple as that. Quinn had clearly put some thought in where she placed the stars.

Together they formed a heart, with their initials in the middle.

AN: Well, as you can see I've given you a small look into what Santana and Brittany are doing. How and if they're going to somehow interrupt Quinn and Rachel's date is anyone's guess... except mine, since I already know what I want to do. And as I'm on that topic, the next chapter may skip a day in the week (this current chapter takes place on Wednesday and their date is on Friday) so I don't have to write a filler chapter. I hate doing filler chapters. I hope no one minds...