A/N 1: Thanks as usual for the alerts, favs and amazing reviews. All of you who leave reviews are just awesome, those of you who don't... shame on you :-p Seriously though thank you to those of you who do. You have me and the wifey aww-ing and laughing constantly :-)

Rachel's POV

I roll over and switch off my beeping alarm clock. As I turn back over my eyes lock on to a very sleepy looking Quinn who is frowning cutely as she blinks her eyes open slowly.

"Good morning." I chirp cheerfully as I brightly at her.

"Mmph." Quinn mumbles as she rubs her face tiredly. "What time is it?"

"It's 8am. I allow myself to lie in during the holidays."

"Oh my God." She grumbles as she buries he head into the pillow. "Baby go back to sleep." She pleads grumpily. I shake my head at her sleepy cuteness and grin at the term of endearment.

"Quinn." I protest. "I will have you know that I have a strict morning routine that I must adhere to and-"

"Shh." Without opening her eyes Quinn places a finger on my lips to silence me. "This is quiet time. Less talking, more sleeping." She grumbles.

"But Quinn I am already five minutes late for starting on my elliptical." I protest in horror.

"Mmm." Quinn murmurs as she wraps her arms around me and pulls me against her warm body, nuzzling into me as she gently presses her lips to my shoulder. "I'll make you a deal, if you stay in bed with me now, quietly, then I will go for a run with you later."

Quinn sleepily blinks her eyes open and I immediately know that I have lost this one the moment her hazel green gaze meets mine. I take in her sweet sleepy face and tousled hair and smile at her dopily. Placing a kiss on her lips I snuggle back into her and let myself drift off into a light doze, surrounded by Quinn's warmth and sweet scent.

Rachel's POV

As I fasten my trainers I feel Quinn's eyes on me. Looking up I catch her gaze as she quirks her eyebrow sexily at me. I watch her curiously as she saunters over to me with a seductive stare and pulls my body flush against hers. I feel my body respond instantly to her sudden proximity.

"Are you sure that you want to go for a run Rachel?" She purrs huskily as her hands caress over my sides and grasp my hips. I almost moan out loud just from the sexy way she says my name. "We could just stay here in this empty house, unsupervised for hours." Her eyes smoulder into mine as she leans her body further into mine. I feel myself beginning to waver as an ache spreads through my lower abdomen.

"You are just worried you won't be able to keep up." I tease to distract from how embarrassingly easily she turns me on.

Quinn immediately straightens and I instantly miss the feel of her body pressed into mine.

"Are you serious?" She asks incredulously, quirking an eyebrow at me as she clearly takes my teasing as a challenge.

Crap, I awoke the beast! Why did I have to go and taunt her like that? I know full well that one of our biggest similarities is our insane levels of competitiveness.

"Need I remind you that I trained for years under the insanity that is Coach Sylvester?" Quinn reminds me haughtily as she puts her hands on her hips in a way that has her eerily channelling her former HBIC self.

Is it wrong to be turned on right now?

"Quinn I was teasing." I tell her gently as I carefully place a hand on her arm. "I really would rather stay here and enjoy a parent free day with you." I wrap my arms around her neck as I give her a suggestive smile.

"Hmm," Quinn grins as she wraps her arms around my waist and pulls me against her again. "Who is scared now Rach? Worried you'll lose?" She cocks her head to the side and smiles beatifically at me. I feel my own body stiffen at the insinuation and Quinn bites her lip in amusement, her eyes sparkling playfully.

"Come on Berry," she places a quick kiss on my lips, "time to eat my dust."

"Oh it is on Fabray." I smirk as we head out.

It is so on.

Rachel's POV

My lungs and muscles are burning with exertion but the fact that I am still ahead of Quinn keeps me going with a smug smile on my face.

"Not getting too tired back there are you Fabray?" I taunt as we turn the corner back onto my street. My smugness evaporates instantly however when I turn to see that Quinn has barely worked up a sweat.

"Just enjoying the view, those shorts are amazing." Quinn leers as she speeds up to jog easily beside me and leans in to whisper huskily in my ear. "I can't wait to get them off you."

I stare after her in disbelief as she sprints ahead of me calling "Try to keep up Berry" over her shoulder with a smirk. With the energy that I would usually put into a diva storm out I sprint hurriedly after her, chasing her all the way up to my house.

As we both reach the front door I tackle her in a desperate attempt for a last second win and we end up falling into the house together laughing raucously with our arms wrapped around each other. Quinn spins our bodies and presses me up against the front door, pinning me there with a sound kiss.

"Mmm, Quinn I'm all sweaty." I protest weakly between hot, needy kisses.

"Don't care." She mumbles as she latches her soft lips onto my throat. I let out a moan as she sucks gently on my neck, desire rapidly stirring again in my belly.

The sound of keys in the door breaks us apart and we both spring away from the door hastily as my Dads both walk in.

"Oh hello girls," my Dad greets cheerfully, oblivious to our shocked and guilty looking expressions. "Your Dad and I thought it might be nice to come home and have lunch with you."

"Will you be joining us Quinn?" My Daddy asks as he walks in behind my Dad.

"That would be lovely." Quinn answers politely and I can't help but smile at her courteousness.

"Umm, we have just been for a run so need to go and shower quickly." I tell them awkwardly, wishing I had Quinn's composure as I hurriedly pull Quinn up the stairs.

"Okay honey, don't be long. Lunch will be served in about ten minutes." My Dad calls after us.

As we step into my room I wrap my arms around a pouting Quinn.

"Baby I'm so sorry," I apologise as I pull her close to me, "but they won't be here long and then we will have all afternoon to ourselves." I promise and Quinn immediately brightens.

"All afternoon?" She cocks her eyebrow at me as her sneaky hands run underneath my shirt and tickle over my abs teasingly. "That's a whole lot of naked time." She gazes at me with a sexy smile and sparkling eyes and I find myself grinning back at her goofily.

"Mmm, yes it is." I purr as I lean in and kiss her teasingly.

I reluctantly pull away from our embrace and go and get some towels from my bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Quinn pouts as I head for my bedroom door.

"I'm going to take a shower in the bathroom down the hall, you can use mine."

"Or we could just-" Quinn starts to suggest with a seductive grin but I cut her off quickly with a wild gesture of my hand.

"Whatever the end of that sentence is," I take a deep breath as my mind automatically flashes with images of a few very pleasant ideas, "just no. My Dads are waiting for us downstairs." I remind her.

"You're sure that you don't want to come lend me a hand?" Quinn smirks cheekily, "I'll let you scrub my back."

I stare at Quinn beseechingly as my breathing becomes slightly erratic at the very erotic images flooding my mind of Quinn naked in the shower. All soapy and wet and... wet.

"Fine." Quinn pouts with an exaggerated sigh. "I will just go and get naked and wet all by myself."

Images rapidly increasing.

I shake my head to try to clear it and laugh as I catch Quinn's look of amusement.

"Get in there." I laugh as I give Quinn's butt a playful slap as she giggles at me.

Rachel's POV

"I have to go soon." Quinn sighs as I run my hands over her bare stomach.

"Or you could just stay right here." I suggest lightly.

"Mmm," She hums as my fingers dance over her soft skin. "Aren't your Dads due home soon anyway?" She reminds me.

"Yeah." I sigh with an exaggerated pout. "Are you sure you can't stay for dinner? Then afterwards we can come back up here and..." I trail off suggestively.

"I wish I could." Quinn sighs softly as she rolls onto her side and gazes at me earnestly as she brushes a hand through my hair. "I really wish I could but my Mom said she wanted me home for dinner tonight. She has been on at me a lot since my father came home about spending time together as a family."

Her voice and demeanour both scream of her reluctance and discomfort at the thought. Feeling Quinn tense just at the mention of her family I run my hands up and down her neck, scratching lightly to soothe her. As she begins to relax I place a soft kiss on her lips and she offers me a small smile in return.

"If you need me at all just call or even come over okay?" I tell her gently as I continue to run my hand through her hair. "I don't even care what time it is, I'm here."

Quinn nods quietly and wraps her arms around me more tightly as she nuzzles into my hair.

Quinn's POV

After five minutes of stilted conversation we had simply given up and are now eating in total silence. I shift uncomfortably in my chair and glance up awkwardly at my parents who appear to be completely unaffected by our seeming inability to speak with one another. I can't help but compare the atmosphere to that at the Berry's. At Rachel's with her Dads there is always lively conversation at meal times, a constant easy banter and laughter. I feel an ache in my chest at my own family's lack of warmth and openness.

The moment dinner is over I practically sprint up to my room to escape and collapse on my bed with a weary sigh. The first thing I do is reach for my phone and see that I have a message.

From Rachel: I hope it wasn't too bad. Miss you xx

With a small smile at her thoughtfulness I tap out an immediate reply.

To Rachel: It was worse :-( Miss you too xx

I close my eyes tiredly, wondering if it is too pathetically early to go to sleep. I just want this day to be over so that I can be back over at Rachel's again. Hearing my phone ringing I grab it and blindly hit answer.

"Hey baby." I sigh tiredly.

"Hey baby yourself." An amused voice greets.

"San!" I squeak as my eyes fly open in surprise.

"Who were you expecting, as if I need to ask?" I can practically hear her smirking down the phone.

"Please, not now San." I plead miserably.

"Are you okay?" She asks seriously, obviously concerned by my tone.

"Dinner with the parents." Santana has had the pleasure of meeting my parents enough times for that to be all the explanation that I need to give.

"Shit."

"Yeah." I sigh.

"I'm coming over."

"San, you don't need to." I start to protest but she promptly cuts me off.

"I'm coming over." She says firmly, leaving no room for argument. "I will be there in half an hour."

As I hang up with Santana I see that I have another new message.

From Rachel: Do you need to talk? xx

To Rachel: Yes but San is coming over so we are covered xx

I gaze at my ceiling unseeingly whilst I wait for a reply but when one doesn't seem to be coming I make my way downstairs to wait for Santana outside. As I sit on the porch steps I finally hear my phone beep.

From Rachel: Okay

I stare at my phone in confusion at Rachel's unusually short response but have no time to contemplate it any further as I hear a car door slam. Looking up I see Santana heading over to me and smile at her in greeting.

"Hey Bitch." Santana greets in her typical manner.

"Good to see you too San."

"Damn right it is." She grins at me as she pulls a bottle of whiskey from her bag and raises her eyebrows at me in a silent question.

"Whiskey?" I ask in disbelief.

"I stole it from my Papa." She shrugs. "It was all I could get on short notice and it sounded like you might need alcohol."

I nod my head in silent agreement. She definitely wasn't wrong there.

"And I will definitely need it if you expect me to handle talk of emotions and shit."

I laugh as I swipe the bottle from her and take a long sip, wincing at the burn.

"No talking." I splutter as I hand the bottle back.

"Sounds good to me." Santana toasts with a tilt of the bottle in my direction before taking a swig.

We sit quietly together simply passing the bottle back and forth in silence as we enjoy the simplicity of our friendship at times like this.

"So..." Santana eventually breaking the comfortable silence. "What's with you and Berry?"

"What happened to not talking?" I protest with a frown as I take a heart chug from the bottle.

"Steady Q." Santana warns as I cough hard.

I sit staring at the ground for a few moments as I fidget under Santana's gaze. I really wish that she would stop looking at me, especially with that knowing look that she is wearing right now. It feels as though she is looking right into me and seeing all of my secrets.

"We had sex!" I suddenly blurt and immediately curse the effects of the alcohol.

"What?" Santana coughs as she almost chokes on a mouthful of whiskey. "You had sex with Rachel?"

I choose to ignore the urge to tease Santana for actually using Rachel's first name and simply nod my head as I stare at her with wide eyes.

"More than once." I admit quietly.

"Damn." Santana stares at me with a shocked expression. "She good?" She finally asks as she seemingly comes back to herself. She takes a swig from the bottle and passes it back over. I simply smile a shit eating grin at her in response as I take a long sip.

"Damn." Santana mutters in an impressed tone and then laughs lightly. "I can't decide who I am more impressed with, you or her." She chuckles and I laugh lightly with her.

As we discard the bottle I lean my head on Santana's shoulder with a sigh as I toy with my phone.

I miss Rachel.

"I miss her." I pout.

"That's pathetic." Santana slurs.

"Don't care." I sigh sadly. "I wanna see her." Suddenly I sit up with a bright smile. "Ooh can we go and see her?" I ask excitedly.

"No."

"Why not?" I scowl at Santana as if it will change her mind.

Maybe if I just stare hard enough.

"Because you are drunk." Santana tells me simply.

"Pfffft! So? Rachel likes me drunk, we can have drunk sexy times." I slur happily.

"Okay first- you're spitting on me. Second- I don't need those visuals." Santana protests with a grimace.

"Pfffft," I scoff and Santana wipes at her face again, "Me and Rach are super hot."

Santana rolls her eyes at me but I notice that she doesn't dispute it so I smile smugly to myself.

"I'm gonna call her!" I declare suddenly as I fumble with my phone.

"Q, I don't think that is such a good idea." Santana warns hesitantly as she makes a grab for my phone but I manage to dodge her grabby hands.

Such a ninja. She cannot handle my moves! I grin happily to myself.

"Shh!" I hush her loudly as I hit the speed dial on my phone.

"Hello?" Rachel mumbles sleepily into the phone.

Oh God, she sounds so cute.

"Hey baby." I grin ecstatically at the sound of her voice.

"Quinn?" Rachel mumbles confusedly. "What time is it?"

"Err," I stare at my watch in confusion. "The big hand is on the erm... ugh, it keeps moving!" I huff in frustration.

"Stop waving your arm around then moron." Santana smirks at me and I send her a scowl.

"Are you okay Quinn?" Rachel asks in a concerned voice.

"Mmm hmm, just miss you. I wanted to come over but San... err, Santamana is mean and won't let me." I pout sulkily.

"Are you drunk?"

"Lil' bit." I giggle. "Hey that would be a good nickname for you. It's cute just like you." I stop talking as I suddenly feel myself looking up at the sky. "Whoa, are you okay?" I ask Santana as she sits beside me, clearly drunk if she is falling up like that.

"Hey Berry." Santana says as she grabs my phone from me. "Q is flat on her back so I am going to get her into bed okay?"

"Say goodnight Quinn." Santana tells me as she holds the phone out to me.

"Goodnight Quinn!" I yell into the phone and laugh hysterically at my own wit.

I'm so funny. I should do stand up.

"Come on Chuckles, time for bed." Santana tells me as she tries to get me to stand up. As she pulls me up and I fall down for the hundredth time she huffs at me.

"Not my fault," I whine, "Someone turned up the gravity." I protest as I look up the stars.

So pretty. They are spinning a little too fast though.

"Oh God." Santana yells as she grabs me just in time to lean me forwards so that I throw up over the ground instead of myself. "Gross." She mutters.

I watch dazedly as Santana grabs her phone. She talks in a hushed tone to someone on the other end and I hope it's not Rachel. I don't want her to know that I was sick, it's not very sexy and I still want my sexy times with her tonight. Watching Santana pacing as she talks is making me dizzy so I close my eyes.

A/N 2: Night night drunky Quinn :-p