Finally Engaged

(Rachel)

I was laughing at the little dance that Quinn was doing. She was having a good time in personal and professional lives. The series in which she works was ordered to a full season, I had no longer work to do after the Slings and Arrows and movie filming. The third season debuted with the biggest ratings of the show. It was almost certain that there would be a fourth season. I hadn't received the phone call yet, but I was hopeful. Fourth season meant renegotiation of contract values. Santana would solve this, especially now that she had lawyers supporting her. In all, I only had small commitments as a photo shoot for a magazine and two appearances on talk shows to promote Slings. I was also reading film scripts. If it were up to Josh, my agent, I would work non-stop. I don't know. In my first year of marriage I wanted to stay home as much as possible, so I thought to prioritize Broadway opportunities.

"I love this song." She continued to dance her little steps.

"You're such a dork, Quinn." I threw a pillow toward her. "And you should help me clean up the room. In a little while, our parent's flight will be landing."

Judy would come on the same flight of my parents and Beth, but we would have to get her because she doesn't have money to stay in a hotel and Quinn didn't let me pay for it. The plan was to host Judy right here at home. Quinn bought yesterday a folding mattress to put provisionally in the studio-office.

Although it's not yet officially, Quinn had moved in since I returned from Los Angeles to New York. She has spending all the time she could here with me and it didn't bother me at all. On December 10th, we are going to get married!

"Come dance with me." She pulled me and tried to get me into the rhythm.

"Quinn..."

"Come on Rach." She insisted. "This song is so good..."

I danced with her for thirty seconds, which was the time the song lasted. The radio station amended with another one that was slower. Quinn pulled me to stay close to her body and kissed me while we moved throw the sweet lullaby song. I noticed that she was calmer in those two weeks since I came back. Maybe it was the combination of hard work and therapy on Fridays.

"Have I told you I love your new haircut?" She said seductively.

"You said it well last night."

I cut my hair at shoulder height for the first time in years. Quinn said I was like a 16 years old girl. Her caresses became warmer and I had to wake from Quinn Fabray's charm before she threw me on the bed and do... stuffs. Therefore, I pushed her gently.

"Clean up the room. Your mother. Our engagement dinner." I said the most important tasks of the day.

"Right." She pouted.

"We can divide the jobs. You can go to airport to pick up your mother and say hi to my parents while I'm going to Astoria to do the grocery shopping for our dinner."

"Why Astoria?"

"Because Liceu's is still the best shop to by organic products, and it's cheaper."

We finished our room (it was so good to talk in those terms again) and got dressed to go out. Some of Quinn's clothes were already in my closet and her space was reserved. She would bring her things slowly, but it was mostly clothes, books, CDs and the photography equipment. Quinn put on a simple dress, almost too simple, the cardigan that I gave her and her old boot. I know my fiancee didn't like me to be so invasive about that sort of thing because it messed with her pride. Quinn didn't have much money in her pocket and thinking of increase her salary in Bad Things it's a hard bargaining. But there comes a point that we must interfere. I didn't like seeing someone once so proud that can no longer dress as before. I will definitely drag Quinn for a bath store as soon as possible. But not today. Before leaving, I went to the office and found my sister sitting Indian-style on the chair while concentrated in some papers, making notes.

"Columbia?" I leaned against the desk.

"Rock'n'Pano." She muttered. "I need to hire someone to help with sales control and stay in touch with zaide on production. And also to talk to certain customers. I can't do this anymore. It's a lot. The problem is that I can't hire qualified people with a great curriculum." And showed one to me. "Look this salary requirement! I just can't afford these people."

"I can help."

"I know you can, but I don't want to. My business, my money, my problems."

"You sound like Quinn. What will you do?"

"Hire someone green is what I will do. It will be an intern that I'll teach how to manage this shit."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. And I closed a deal with Gabriela Buck to provide her custom napkins and tablecloths."

"The PinkyBriders' owner? Santana, this is great."

"Yeah Ray. It's not much money, but it will great to have her as my client. And she agreed to make your reception."

"Are you serious? I called her company but they said my weekend was already full."

"Of course I'm serious! She made an exception and will send a small part of her team to your wedding. Gabriela doesn't have problems on working with nondisclosure agreement and since your reception will be small, you will talk with her on Monday to make a deal. Of course, you will pay everything!"

"Santana, this is… oh god! This is awesome! Thank you, thank you!" I hugged her. I was so excited.

"I don't agree with you marring right now. I still think you and Quinn should wait a little longer, but I got your back."

Santana argued with me the day I told her about my wedding. She thinks that Quinn working in New York and I having a contract to stay several months filming in LA is a huge problem. And Santana thinks that Quinn isn't emotionally ready. Despite her opinion, my sister supports my choices and this is what matter to me.

I took the car keys and Quinn and I went down to the parking lot of our building. It was on the second basement of three levels. Santana drove the car in that dimly lit maze with fine skill, but I wasn't a driver as good as her and had a particular curve that I needed to stop, reverse, and go on.

"We could use that your mother is here and do some shopping with her. What do you think?"

"Maybe."

"You need a new dress. And boots. Maybe some heels."

"Hum…"

"Nobody said here on buying in expensive stores, Quinn. But you need to renew some of your wardrobe. Since you moved out, you had barely enough money to eat. Now it's different. It's painful seeing a Greek goddess like you dressing so basic."

"I know you came back from California more fashionist and I attribute this influence on Kurt, but the way I dress now bother you that much?"

"It's not like that! Of course not! Except... what's wrong about wanting to see you dressing better?"

"Do you think I don't have a mirror?" Now she was hurt. "Rachel, I know I'm not dressing with your expensive clothes, but I try to be presentable with cheaper clothes: the ones I can pay for. I'm not going to be offended if you give me some expensive gift, but I will if you don't see our marriage as a partnership. I don't want to see you paying my stuffs. I want to see you building a life with me."

"I'm sorry. My mistake."

My survey must have hurt her, otherwise the last half of the way to the airport wouldn't be so quiet. Quinn got out giving me a peck on the lips and left without looking back. We would make amends later because at that moment I need to continue the agenda of the day. I went to my favorite market and lost my time enjoying the fruits of the season and fresh vegetables. Liceu's also sold vegan and natural products such as seeds, brown sugar, flour and whole grains. They also sold a great tofu, but if I bring tofu to home and put it on the table, Santana would throw me out the window. She hated it almost as much as soy protein. Gradually I was convincing to stop eating red meat at least. In fact it was working. She ate more chicken and fish lately, and she's learning to eat rabbit meat, as she like to say. I had no hope that my sister would turn a vegetarian like me, but at least she already ate more healthily.

Quinn, on the other hand... I provided a struggle at home against the bacon eater.

In consideration of Santana, I bought a fresh white cheese with a little salt. She loved to eat this type of cheese at breakfast. Quinn? She loves provolone and all those yellow cheeses. I smelled apples, bought some berries, as blueberry (my favorite), blackberry (Santana's favorite) and Cherry (Quinn's favorite). The strawberries didn't seem good enough. I decided to complete the fruit basket with bananas, peaches and plums. I bought nuts to make a savory appetizer mix before dinner.

The main course was roasted salmon with spicy apricot (Rom's recipe, which he taught me how to do), raw salad, white rice. Mine was roasted eggplant parmesan rollatini. So good, and I know that Shelby would like to try it. Even Quinn liked eggplants.

I called to my sister for her went down and help me getting the shopping. To my surprise and happiness, she did what I asked.

"How many people will you having for this dinner?" She was astonished at the number of bags.

"Seven, since Johnny is traveling."

"I thought you were cooking for an army."

"No grumbles, Santana."

I wasn't sure to where Johnny was. His book was released and there was this tour at smalls literary fairs he was doing. Santana said where he was, but I didn't pay much attention and forgot. What I did know was that, because of this, Johnny would be absent in my engagement dinner.

"Won't you send me to the kitchen to help you, right?" She asked fearfully. "Because I'm busy today."

"The only thing I want from you, Santy, is be patient with Judy, for the love of the good God. That's all."

"I treat her well when she isn't pissing me off."

"And don't work after dinner in the office because she will sleep there and we need to leave everything tidy."

"I hate it." She rolled her eyes and paid particular attention to one of begs "You bought nuts."

"Don't you dare."

"Oh, fancy wine." She ate a nut and took a look at the wines.

"You can't open it."

"I read that we must drink a glass of wine per day."

"So you're drinking only a glass at dinner."

"But I read it last week and according to my calculations, I'm eight days without drinking any, what means I need a bottle of these only to myself to compensate."

"Santana!" And she smirked. Of course she was teasing me as always.

"You're too easy, Ray."

"Please, behave!"

"Do you think I would mess with papi here? I'm not that crazy."

I advanced things in the kitchen organization, mixed nuts and put in pots ready to serve. Santana still filled her hand with some and went to the office to finish her works. Then, Quinn arrived with Judy. I took a deep breath, put the best smile on my face and did a good reception to my soon to be mother in law.

"Rachel, how are you?" She hugged me briefly.

"I'm fine, Judy, thank you. How was the fly?"

"It was wonderful. Your parents are always a pleasant company and Beth is increasingly beautiful and smart. What a beautiful girl you had, Quinnie. I can't wait for her to feel the urge to start calling me Grandma." And there went all the attention back to Quinn.

"Come mom. Let's leave this handbag to the room where you will stay. It's not much, but I'm sure you will feel more comfortable than in my old apartment."

"That apartment is not very hygienic, Quinnie, I keep saying this, but it seems that you insist on living with that dirty boy..." And the voice of Judy Fabray was lost as they walked toward the office.

I started to count down to see Santana overflow. Sure enough, the next minute my sister broke into the kitchen with wide eyes and holding her breath.

"How many days she'll stay here?" Santana whispered screaming.

"Another two days." And came the expression of horror and couldn't help but laugh.

"It's not funny!" She kept screaming whispering and growled loudly. In revenge, she stole more nuts and left the kitchen. I think she went to her room, or whatever. Maybe she was looking for a window to let out a scream.

One thing Santana's reaction exemplified well: it seemed that we Berry-Lopezes were doomed to run away from the Fabrays, except for Quinn.

"Oh, Rachel, your office was amazing after redecoration." Judy invaded the kitchen and Quinn came along. "The last time I came here it was just a mess of little room. You did a good job."

"To be fair, my sister redecorated the office. I even wasn't here."

"Oh. I think I should praise her then."

"Yes, you should." I forced a smile as Quinn gave me a quick hug from behind and kissed my cheek.

"So… where do we start?" Quinn asked me.

"You can sauté the rice and then assembly the salad?" I said trying to be extra gentle given the presence of Judy. "I've already made the spice apricot to swab on the salmon..."

"Salmon?" Judy interrupted me. "I know wonderful recipes of salmon."

"Truth." Quinn said throwing her head slightly to one side.

"I'll make the recipe that a friend of mine taught me."

"Really? Because I know one recipe with lemon and orange that is divine."

I stared Quinn with some desperation. Judy 'helping' me in the kitchen wasn't what I had in mind. The worst was seeing Judy opening the refrigerator to look for lemon.

"Quinn." I said almost-breath. "Didn't you say you wanted to go shopping with your mother?"

"Did I?"

"Yes, honey."

"Yes, I did." She forced a smile.

"Nonsense!" Judy rolled her eyes. "We can do it tomorrow and your rice will burn, Quinnie." My fiancé run to put some water while Judy stated cutting the lemon. "I better help with dinner, because I am faster in the kitchen and hours urge."

"But you are our guest!" I insisted nearing despair. "And it wouldn't make sense to make you leave Ohio to New York just for fix this dinner. This is on us. In fact, the seasoning is a Berry-Lopez secret and Santana is coming help me with everything."

"Didn't you tell Quinn to assemble the salad?" She tried to get me a lie.

"Nonsense." I let out a grin. "It was a lapse by the routine. Quinn had told me she was dying to walk with you."

"Did you say that?" She asked her daughter.

"Of course I said!" Quinn evaded and smiled at her mother.

"You can't leave all the work in your girlfriend's hand, Quinnie."

"She can and will." I insisted. "You are at the most amazing city in the world. Go have fun with your daughter."

"If you say so. What do you suggest, Quinnie?" It was impressive ease that Judy had to ignore me back attention exclusively to her daughter. It was like I was a maid who was there and had little importance.

I left the lemon cut in the corner because I rather would use it to make the salad sauce. If there was anything I could do well were sauces. Quinn said she would give a ride with her mother with some glare, but what I could do if there was a crazy woman in my kitchen ready to spoil all the planning that I carefully done?

"Santy!" I yelled for my sister without leaving the kitchen. "Santy!" I yelled again.

"What?" She replied without appearing.

"I need your help."

"And I have to work!"

"Santy!" I screamed in tearful tone.

"What?" She finally appeared in the kitchen and her expression softened when she saw me upset.

"Help me?" I said in a small voice. My sister sighed and washed her hands with soap.

"Don't ask me to stay here all the time."

"All right. Cook the rice and assembly the salad?"

She mumbled, but helped me. I opened a bottle of wine and put some music. I should be doing this with Quinn, but Santana and I were a good team. We learn to be in New York. We could work in harmony, unlike what happened when we were teenagers in Lima, Ohio, when the time to share the kitchen with Santana was as part of a war. Half hour later the rice was cooked, the fish wrapped in aluminum foil, the salad was done, eggplants were prepared to go to the oven. The final touch was to set up a fruit basket on the table (Santana stole some blackberries), put a nice table cloth, dishes, dining cutlery and glasses. Yes, I was proud: that was a beautiful and fancy table for an engagement dinner with parents.

It was the time of Quinn and Judy back from whatever they were. As the time was advanced, I decided to take a shower in my sister's bathroom despite her complaint. But we only have a little restroom near the office for guests and I had to allow Judy to take a shower in my bathroom. At least, my sister's suite was a safe haven. And in terms of practicality, truth be told, my sister's bathroom was much better than mine.

I dressed a navy blue shorts with discreet plaid. It was beautiful. Kurt said I had great legs and couldn't be afraid to show them off. I've never was. I put on an elegant white shirt and heels. My hair was loose. It was so much easier to fix it with a shorter haircut. My makeup was minimal and I asked Santana to wear daddy's Jamaican bracelet: I wanted something the belonged to him in that important moment.

"This is mine." Santana said. "Give me back after dinner."

"Chill! I won't steal it from you."

"You better or I'll ends you."

"You're out of breath." Quinn hugged me when she saw me. She was on a light yellow dress and low heels. She was simple, almost too basic, but I loved her for being that way, though.

"You are always beautiful." We kissed.

"Stop this grip on my bedroom door!" Santana interrupted us. All right. She had to use her room.

Judy Penn appeared dressed as Judy Fabray, the ex-aristocratic woman from a small city who still wants to maintain her pose. Santana was still in the shower when my parents arrived.

"Hola, mi estrellita." Papi gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"Rachel!" My mother hugged me.

"Where's Santy?" Beth asked.

"In the bath." The little brat frowned and sat on the couch sulking because my mother would not let her into my sister's room.

It was curious: as much as I accept the adoption of Beth and the idea of her being part of the family, I couldn't see her as my sister. Maybe because I didn't have much contact with her. Maybe because Beth prefers Santana and ignores me. Perhaps because the idea of adopting Beth came after the second rejection of my mother when the New Directions lost the Regionals for Vocal Adrenaline. Maybe because Quinn used the pregnancy to stay with Finn in McKinley when I was in love with him. I liked Beth, don't get me wrong. Her presence never bothered me and I treated her very well. But see her as a sister? That was another story. Beth was nothing more than the daughter my future wife had with Noah Puckerman that, by chance, was adopted by my parents.

I put some music to filling the atmosphere and served the nuts, cheese and wine. The adults were chatting on the couch, while the two children of the house, Beth and Santana (because my sister had this ability to transform into a kid when she was with one), were playing in the corner with a card game. Beth also avoided talking with Quinn and even look at her.

We talked about the things we did in the last few months. My father was interested in the movie I filmed in New Mexico. He was there almost at the same time to an international congress in Albuquerque, but the filming took place around Santa Fe. It was fun and the fact Emiliano, the director, is Mexican was a good guarantee of non-offensive production. Another interesting aspect was that half of the movie was in Spanish. All I know was that my father would be proud to see me using my Spanish on the movie screen. Especially since I had no sex scenes. My mother commented that he didn't see the episodes of Slings and Arrows that had any nudity or sex scenes I am in. He would lose only five episodes of the series so far.

My father was doing very well at the hospital. He liked the idea of not having to be chief. He said that was good even seeing patients, doing his job and then go home or devote some time to research on surgery in diabetics. My mother was also excited about the OSU's glee club. She said that her students were basically from performing arts who wanted to improve their singing on pop music and show tunes and have some fun. She said it was a delight to deal with talented people for acting: that makes everything easier than coaching teenagers. They had weekly classes to discuss subjects and twice a week they devoted themselves to glee. That's nice. I was glad she was happy, but my profession made me too skeptical about Broadway dreams: too many wanting it so bad, but only a few can make it. And none of the classes you attempt or all the talent you have won't work if you don't have a little bit of luck… and contacts. I had luck because I was in the right place at the right time. I could keep going because of my talent and skills, and I built a solid career because my agent is an asshole full of contacts, and I knew how to do the social part of my job. Shelby is a better singer than me, maybe a better actor, but she didn't have any luck. How many other great actors and artists were in the middle of the road serving in cafeterias, becoming strippers, or in jobs that they hated? At least Shelby was smart enough to plan an alternative way that enabled her to keep working on music and drama. If Shelby asks me to talk with her students, I would say "don't stop believing!" but inside I know there aren't place to everybody.

Oh yeah. And there was Judy Fabray talking about Lima's society. Of course she changed reality to not feel underneath.

When dinner was ready, Quinn gave me a little help to set the table and I resisted the temptation to take a picture of my masterpiece. Both salmon and eggplant looked fabulous. I asked everyone to sit. My father was at the head, as always. Even in my house he had that honor. On one side were Judy, Beth and Santana. On the other: my mother, me and Quinn. The wine glasses were filled again, but Beth who had juice. It was when I asked attention.

"Before we have our meal." I said loudly and held Quinn's hand, which also rose. "I would like ... WE would like to reveal the reason for calling you all here in New York." I started to sweat and needed take a deep breath. I was suddenly nervous. I exchanged glances with Quinn and she nodded. Maybe she should continue the speech.

"Well..." She grinned. "As you all know, me and Rachel are in a relationship for several years. There were many ups and downs over the time and even a temporary break in between. These things only showed us how much our commitment to each other is strong. I met Rachel when I was still a kid. A saw her playing soccer in the park with other kids, being the little brave goalkeeper, maybe the worst one, but still brave."

"So true! She sucked playing soccer." Santana said and we allow ourselves to laugh a little.

"A pity that I could never belong to that gang of kids, but I can say that moment was one of those defining ones that sometimes we have in our lives. It all started with a desire to be part of the gang of kids that used to play in the park. It became a secret admiration when I heard Rachel singing at those lame videos she used to post in the Myspace, then came my secret crush and then came love. Liking Rachel was something so important that made me recognize and accept things about myself." Quinn began to fight with some tears. "Rachel has always been unknowingly one of the most important people in my life. We are together for just over five years and our desire is to add more years to that account. We want to win personally and professionally together, we want a family, have kids and raise them, being side-by-side to the best and to the worst, making golden wedding anniversary and have a wonderful party with our children and grandchildren. This is our purpose in life..." She wiped a tear before continuing. "That's why Rachel and I decided that this is the right time to formalize our union and so we sat you, our family, to give us your blessing."

There was a moment of shock by our parents.

"Is this an engagement?" Shelby had jaw down. She took a deep breath, left the table and sought her purse. I held my breath at that moment and began to cry in advance for rejection. Shelby took ten bucks in the wallet and handed it to papi. "Your father and I speculate on what might be the reason of your calling." She wiped a tear quietly. "Juan said it might be an engagement. I thought in a more professional celebrating. So we bet ten dollars."

"Papi?" I was looking for a word of true support.

"Well hija." He also had a lump in his throat. "You have always been and will always be mi estrellita. It's very hard for this old man know that you've grown so much, so beautifully, and was no longer under my wing. You and your sister did it earlier than I desired. I fought so hard against it, but you grew up Rachel. You all did and wrote such a beautiful story here in this town..." He paused again to wipe the tears. I was almost crying too. "I couldn't be here, but I am eternally grateful to Quinn to stay at your side, fighting by your side all this time, for loving you. Thank you so much Quinn. I... I... I can have my beliefs, but they don't matter now. If what you want is marry Quinn, so I can only extend my hand to you both and give my blessing."

I ran to hug papi. We said nothing, but being with him, feeling my father's body heat, it was the best thing in the world. When we free ourselves from each other I don't know how long after, I received a hug from my mother while my father was hugging Quinn. I finally received the affection hug of Judy.

"Take good care of my daughter and be happy." That was Judy blessing and I just nodded. Of course this was one of my life goals: take care of Quinn and make her happy by my side.

Even Beth came to hug me briefly. She did the same with Quinn. The last hug I received was Santana's. I know my sister's opinion and also that even being against marriage itself (not my relationship with Quinn), she would never fail to support me.

"Thank you for always being by my side, Santy."

"That's what sisters do, especially twins."

Quinn took a little box inside her dress pocket. It was where were our engagement rings. She put my ring on my right hand finger and I did the same to her. Then we kissed and toasted with everyone.

The dinner was a delight. The problem is that in the midst of all this confusion and concern, forgot to plan the dessert. But it had gelatin and an ice cream pot in the freezer.

"It was quite a surprise, Rachel." Shelby said as we both were washing some dishes at the insistence of her while the rest of the family chatted amicably in the living room.

"You don't look so happy." I said firmly, but with certain sadness inside.

"I'm just... worried. You were already engaged once with the same person in inappropriate circumstances and things went wrong." She referred to drunken marriage proposal and the also drunk public announcement in her wedding reception.

"It's a mature decision this time. No alcohol involved, I assure you."

"Still, I think you're too young to make a commitment of this size. You're only 22 with a growing career!"

"At 22 you're already a mother!"

"At 22 I was here in New York working on my dreams, and you should do the same."

"I'm already living my dream. And do you know what: in the end of the day it's just a job!"

"Think about it, Rachel. You will travel around the world if you build a career in Hollywood, and Quinn will hardly leave her career to accompany you. You will have to deal with constants trips and long distances. That's why you shouldn't have this kind of commitment yet!"

"I'm not afraid of commitment, Shelby. Don't worry, I didn't inherit it from you."

"What do you mean?" She stopped washing dishes, turned off the tap and looked at me.

"You rejected me and Santana and even my father because you're afraid. Don't you remember? Don't you remember the first time you denied papi's proposal and left him miserable? Or the day you dismissed me in Carmel after using Jesse St. James to approach me, since Santana was too badass and difficult to deal with?" She didn't answer. "This fear of commitment, this cowardice I don't have."

"I have my reasons, reasonable reasons, to not accept your father proposal in the first time. And I also have strong reasons to get away from you and Santana at that time."

"What strong reasons?"

"It doesn't matter now."

"Yes, it does!"

"Rachel… don't."

"Tell me, or you really are a coward without any reason."

"All right! You asked for it." She put on her best HBIC face. "Hiram asked me to stay away from both of you. And Juan was there, ask him. I was confused, frustrated, and your daddy said if I didn't fix that situation, he would comply with the terms of the contract and sue me. Their marriage was in a difficult moment. Hiram knew that Juan and I kissed once when I was pregnant, he knew that Juan and I were attracted to each other since that time and those sparkles never ceased to exist. He wanted me far, far away from your lives. I'm sorry Rachel. I know Hiram was a wonderful father to you and especially to Santana, who put him in an altar, but he wasn't a saint. I know I freaked out the first time we'd ever talked. I wasn't emotionally prepared. But the way I rejected you in the most abrupt and mean way after that was because I had to. It was better to everybody to me being the villain. So don't call me a coward!"

"This is not true."

"When Hiram had his fatal accident, why Juan called me to help? Don't you ever think about it? Because he started talking to me behind Hiram's back! That's why."

"Were you having an affair since that time?" I crossed my arms and tried my best to not raise my voice.

"No, we weren't. Again, Juan didn't cheat on Hiram. But I can affirm that their marriage wasn't that good. Juan we I started to talk again. He helped me with some stuffs with Beth… medical stuffs, and we became friends. When Hiram passed away, Juan and I got closer and we started dating a little before you and Santana moved out. Believe or not, this is true and you asked for it."

We were silent. We could hear the sound of conversation coming from the living room: Santana was telling something funny and everybody was laughing. It was hard to breathe after listening to Shelby's version of that time. Daddy consoled me when Shelby rejected me. Santana has always been cold and tough about it, but it was horrible for my esteem. And daddy hugged me, brought me a glass of water, said we could go to New York to rest our heads and even thought that maybe I should see a therapist. If Shelby wanted to keep in touch, I always thought daddy would be the first to encourage since within certain rules. But that story now... if this is really true ... I didn't know what to think.

"Santana can't know about it ever." I said.

"Agreed."

"Excuse-me, but I need to finish the dishes alone. I need this time, okay?"

I didn't leave the kitchen immediately. I used the door that connect with the service area. Then I opened the access door to the foyer and went directly to my room without having to go into the living room. I refused to cry, but I had to wash my face to pull myself together. When I returned to the living room, I made a point of sitting on the armrest where was Quinn. I put my arm around her shoulders. Quinn smiled completely unaware of what happened in the kitchen while Santana was telling some funny story about our childhood. Shelby was sitting next to my father, holding hands with him. I didn't know what to think, but it was certain that I needed time to digest this story.

It was almost midnight when my parents went away. I went to the kitchen finished tidying up as Quinn placing the sheets on the folding bed in the office to her mother. Santana went to her room to avoid helping the cleaning.

"Mission accomplished." Quinn hugged me from behind and kissed my neck before placing the other apron and start helping me clean everything.

"Your mother?"

"She drank so much wine that she will sleep all night." She ran her hand up my ass. "We could celebrate the success of the night right here, don't you think?"

"You're insatiable, Quinn Fabray."

"Don't you like it?"

"I love It!"

She smiled and kissed me passionately despite our aprons and my rubber glove. Quinn was too happy and I wouldn't wreck this time telling the confrontation I had with my mother.

"I love you, Rach. Am I dreaming?" She pinched herself and pouted. "Ouch! No, this is very real."

"How about we leave this cleaning for tomorrow?" I said seductively. "But we should celebrate in our bedroom. I don't want to have any surprises with your mother."

"Okay."

Quinn took off her apron and my rubber gloves. Then she lifted me up and carried me to our room, bridal style. She closed the door with her foot and put me on the bed. She was shining, I swear. She climbed on the top of me, adjusted her weight against my body e we started our heavy making out session that soon would progress to our making love session. She has this power to make me forget. Without even knowing that I needed, Quinn used these powers wonderfully.