Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters.
A/N: Hello everyone! I know this chapter is short, but it is definitely one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it too! Thank you all again for reading and reviewing. You're the core of the story, and what keeps it going. Currently unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.
"Where are they, where are they, where are they?!"
"Checked the back of the closet?"
"Yes! Twice."
"Desk drawer?"
"Yes, three times!"
"Under the bed?"
"Yes. Damn it. I need my sheet music!"
Rachel was frantically flying around her room at the speed of light. After her amazing date with Quinn, Rachel had snapped into her "Oh my god Nationals is three days away; we are not nearly prepared enough; where the HELL are my throat lozenges" self.
While digging through her closet for her sheet music, the girl briefly admired how supportive her girlfriend had been during her craze-phase.
"I'll have to bake her some cookies."
Rachel groaned as she emerged from her closet fruitlessly, and though she usually wouldn't sidetrack from her National's craze, her phone had buzzed and who knew who it could be, right?
"Speak of the devil," she thought as she smiled.
She opened up the new text message and blushed at the words.
CQ: Hey, Sweetheart! Just wanted to remind you to not too worked up and wear yourself out today. I know you're excited and worried, but I promise that Glee is ready to take that stage. Remember that you also need to be well rested to perform, so don't go too crazy okay? We'll have everything we need.
Rachel rolled her eyes good naturedly and replied quickly.
Rachel: We're on the verge to Nationals and you expect Miss 'Diva' to not be going crazy? ;P But, still, how can you say such a thing when I can't find my sheet music!
The reply was almost instantaneous.
CQ: Check your purple folder ;*
Rachel sprinted across her small room to look for said folder, but deflated when she realized her folder wasn't in the usual spot.
Rachel: I can't find the folder :(
CQ: That's because you moved it on your vanity last night during your "Oh my god, Nationals! Let me put everything here so I see it when I do my hair and won't forget it" haze run.
Rachel's eyes went wide and she almost slipped on her hardwood floors as she ran to the bathroom connected to her room. As expected, the purple folder was exactly where Quinn said it would be.
Rachel: Oh my god, you're a lifesaver! I love you so much thank you!
CQ: Love you too ;P Remember to not go too crazy, and to rest! I'll be there to help finish packing and pick you up at 6:00 sharp tomorrow morning.
Rachel: No promises ;) See you then! xoxo
Rachel sighed happily, hugged the folder to her chest and maybe - just maybe - kissed the cover of it. She walked back to her room and sat on the edge of the bed reading the various papers the folder held.
"Time to run some scales."
Rachel hummed and right as she opened her mouth to let out what she was sure to be the best scales she's ever sung, her fathers hollered up the stairs, "Rachel! Honey, dinner is ready!"
The girl held back a growl, placed her folder down, and walked over to the stairs where Leroy was looking up and waiting for her.
"Daddy, this is simply not the right time for dinner! I have to run scales, recount all my dresses to make sure I packed them all, find a good way to stuff all my shoes in my luggage, print out copies of the sheet music because I can promise you that half of the Glee club has already lost their copies, bake Quinn some cookies, practice my dance routine, record my Myspace video, and update my blog! I simply don't have the time!"
Rachel huffed as Leroy rolled his eyes, "Come down and eat. You need to have your strength up to do all of that dancing and singing tomorrow. A balanced diet is the first stepping stone to success; you know that."
The girl deflated and nodded, "Okay, I concede, you're right. May I please practice my scales first, though?"
Leroy just chuckled, shaking his head, "Alright, but don't blame me if your food is cold when you get down here."
Rachel squealed and hurried off to her room, "That's what microwaves are for, Daddy!"
Rachel's phone rang at exactly 6 o'clock in the morning the next day. The already exercised, showered, dressed, and primped, Rachel Berry smiled and picked up her phone, "Rachel Berry's phone."
She heard Quinn smile through the phone, "Hello Ms. Berry. I wanted to inform you that I have arrived and I am refraining from knocking on the door as to prevent from waking your fathers."
Rachel twirled her hair around her finger as she giddily made her way down stairs to the front door, "The door will be opening in 3… 2… 1…" Rachel opened the door with a big smile before she ended the call with Quinn and flung herself in the girls arms.
"I missed you so much, you look so cute when you're still tired."
Quinn flailed playfully as Rachel attacked her face with kisses.
"I'm not cute!"
Rachel giggled and pulled her inside, closing the door behind them, "Yes, you are. Now come on."
Rachel led the other girl upstairs and began rambling in her normal fashion.
"Okay, so, I have everything I need packed, but I think I'm going to double check everything again. I printed off everyone's sheet music again because we both know Puck and a few others can't keep their things organized for the life of them. I have my iPod, a blanket we can share on the drive up there, my digital camera, an extra notebook we can play silly games on or write in, I have a couple of books, I have my wallet, some Midol just in case one of the girls needs it, some CD's, hmm let's see what else… Oh a small pillow so maybe we can take a nap, my toiletries, a first aid kit, my lucky towel, the cookies I baked you, I have three dresses for our routines, about eight pairs of shoes for all occasions, sleeping clothes, running clothes…"
"Breakfast clothes, lunch clothes, dinner clothes, winning clothes, and losing clothes, too, right?" Quinn asked playfully with an amused glint in her eyes as she leaned against Rachel's desk with her arms loosely crossed.
Rachel just cracked a smile and swatted at Quinn's arm, "Oh, shush."
"It looks like you have everything, Rach. You'll be the best prepared out of all of us," Quinn said with a soft smile, "Relax, okay? Just for one moment. For me?"
Rachel sighed and tried desperately to resist Quinn's puppy dog eyes. When the glistening sweetness of her girlfriends puppy dog face won over, Rachel sighed and slouched her shoulders, "Alright, what could a moment hurt?"
"That's my girl," Quinn smiled and wrapped her arms around Rachel, kissing the shorter girl's forehead, then nose, and finally, lips.
The kiss was soft and slow, and Rachel desperately craved more.
"If I'm taking a moment's break, then I'm taking all I can get."
"Damn right, I'm Rachel Barbra Berry. I'm going to kiss the hell outta my girl."
Rachel leaned into Quinn, and grazed her fingertips over the girls naval and was happily surprised when the blondes breath hitched.
The brunette moaned quietly when Quinn's tongue swept over her lip and happily obliged to part the barrier between them. Her fingers threaded into blonde hair, and pulled the girl impossibly closer. Their tongues met at first in languid strokes, but soon the couple was fighting for dominance. Rachel sucked Quinn's tongue firmly, and Rachel smirked as best as she could in that position because Quinn's knees had gone weak and she had won the battle.
Wanting Quinn to take a little more initiative and not be afraid to push boundaries, Rachel gently placed her hand on Quinn's and began moving it from her hip upwards. For the first time in their relationship, Quinn's hand touched Rachel's breast, and even though it was over the shirt if Rachel could hear Quinn's thoughts all she would be hearing is, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, good things, good things, yes, oh my god."
The couple's kiss deepened in a heated passion as Quinn's hand slowly began to knead the soft area under her palm. Rachel moaned at the sensation, and began to move her hand to return the favor. Her fingers skirted under Quinn's breast, causing the blonde to bite Rachel's lip and pull lightly. Rachel swore the moan that fell from her lips was not of this world, and dove in to kiss Quinn harder and deeper.
Both girls moaned in unison as their hands began running all over the upper sections of their bodies. Rachel began moving her hand down from the middle of Quinn's back, hoping to reach a more… supple area, that was, until a loud knock resounded throughout the room.
Both girls shot back from each other as if they had been on fire. Not because they were ashamed from going as far as they did or getting lost in each other, but from fear of being caught doing something so intimate by Rachel's dads.
"Girls?" Hiram called from behind the door, "Are you decent?"
"We just want to come hug you goodbye before your trip," said Leroy.
Rachel just sighed and muttered unhappy things as she made her way to the door. Quinn just stood their stock still, her face as red as a beet.
"Yes, Dad, we're decent," Rachel said as she swung her door open a bit more forcefully than she intended.
"Woah there, honey? A bit worked up, I see?"
Rachel blushed as she heard Quinn chuckle behind her.
"I suppose you could say that, Daddy."
All hostility of being interrupted left her as her fathers engulfed her in their arms. She was going to miss them not driving up with her. A lot. Her dad, Hiram, wasn't going to be able to make the nine hour drive to New York to watch them perform at Nationals because he had an important surgery scheduled for today; and while Leroy would be able to make it out by plane (arriving even earlier than the New Directioners), Rachel knew that she would miss her Dad more than anything.
The family stepped into a semi-circle and motioned for the still-blushing Quinn to join them. Rachel smiled as her little family hugged it all out. Today was going to be an amazing day; she had everything packed, her Daddy would get to see her, she had touched Quinn Fabray's breast, and she… she was going to be late!
"Oh my god," Rachel glanced over to the clock on her nightstand, "We're going to be late!"
"6:43?"
"How long were we kissing oh my god!"
Everyone quickly pulled out of the hug to let Rachel run her madness. The Berry men and Quinn just stared at the racing brunette fondly.
"Why are you all standing there! Let's go!"
Leroy just laughed and winked at Quinn before going to grab the two rather large suitcases off Rachel's bed. Soon, after saying a few more short goodbyes, Quinn and Rachel were speeding off to McKinley High to meet up with all the other New Directioners.