A/N 1: Thanks as always for the alerts, favs and kind reviews (thanks ilovequinn for the review, love the name by the way). I am sorry for the delay between updates- work has been so busy lately that I crash every night when we get home. I do plan however to get the last few chapters of this story all posted by the end of this week.

Rachel's POV

"Stitch, I have question?"

"I thought we already discussed that name."

"But it really suits you." Quinn grins at me.

I roll onto my side and glare at her. Quinn laughs at my reaction, pulling me to her as she wraps her arms around me.

"It suits you," She explains carefully, "Because I prefer you without a stitch of clothing." She grins goofily at me as I jab her in the side, giggling at her dorkiness. I give her a quick peck on the lips and shake my head at her affectionately.

"Still don't call me that." I say, tapping her nose with my finger.

"You let Santana." Quinn pouts.

"That's because I can't threaten Santana with withholding sex." I smirk as Quinn's face instantly falls in horror.

"You wouldn't?"

I raise my eyebrows at her in response as I give her a beatific smile.

"How about I call you Squishy instead?" Quinn grins. "And you haven't let me ask my question." She reminds me as I scowl at her.

"It's from Finding Nemo!" Quinn exclaims in an exasperated tone as she rolls her eyes at my annoyance.

"I know what it is from," I huff. "I am just wondering if you are implying that I am fat?"

"Are you kidding?" She asks incredulously. "Seriously Rach, have you seen you? Your body is amazing!" Quinn runs a hand down and squeezes my hip to emphasise her point before teasingly trailing her hand up my torso. "You do have a few nice squishy parts though." She grins roguishly as she squeezes first one breast and then the other.

"But once again you aren't letting me ask my question." She huffs.

"Well I am going to keep ignoring you until you stop with the stupid nicknames." I grump at her playfully.

"Baby," Quinn sighs. "Am I allowed to call you baby or is that another stupid nickname?" She mocks teasingly.

"Technically it is a term of endearment as opposed to a nickname." I point out.

"Rachel." Quinn growls out with a laugh as she tickles me.

"Okay, okay I'll stop." I giggle as I struggle to keep her torment at bay.

"Thank you Munchkin." She grins as she flops onto her back and pulls me into her arms.

"So what did you want to ask?" I ask curiously.

"Could you tell your Dads that you are staying at mine tonight?" Quinn asks as she idly plays with our joined hands.

"You want me to come over to yours?" I ask unable to hide the confusion in my voice. We never stayed at hers, for obvious reasons.

"Umm, well no."

"So where are we-?"

"It's a surprise." Quinn butts in before I can finish my question.

"Are we going to a motel or something?"

"No."

"Then where-?"

"Rachel." Quinn says in an exasperated tone.

"Can you give me a hint?" I ask, completely useless when it comes to not knowing things.

"Wear something really comfortable and bring a sweatshirt in case it gets cold tonight."

"That's it? That is all the hint I get?" I huff.

"That is all you get." She grinned obviously amused by my frustration. "So will you tell your Dads?"

"You want me to lie to my Dads when you won't even tell me why?" I ask as though scandalized.

"I am telling you why," Quinn argues. "It's because I want to do something nice for you on our last night of freedom."

"Aww." I smile as I wrap my arms around her tighter. "Although technically tomorrow night will be our last night of freedom." I point out.

"But tomorrow night we would have school the following day so tonight is our last true night of the holidays." Quinn counters.

"I love that you are so smart." I grin brightly at her.

"I love that you actually understood my logic." She grins back as she gives me a light squeeze. "So you'll do it?" She asks, her eyes wide and childlike with hope.

"Of course." I agree as I give her a peck on the lips.

As if anyone could resist that face.

Quinn's POV

After a quick trip home to prepare for Rachel's surprise I pull back up outside her house. I take a deep breath, feeling a little nervous. This had seemed like a brilliant idea this morning when I was laying in Rachel's arms but now I was full of doubt.

Is it too cheesy, too lame? Will Rachel think it is too romantic and date-like for our current "friends" status?

I take a deep breath to calm myself. I know that will Rachel will love it, I know that she will because I know her. And Rachel Berry loves nothing more than gestures like these.

I smile as I look up and see Rachel bounding out of the house, obviously she had been watching out of the window whilst waiting impatiently.

"Are we running away together?" I tease with a laugh as I see her overly large overnight bag.

"You can mock all you like Fabray but you try packing an overnight bag when you have no idea where you are going or what you'll be doing."

"Always the dramatic one." I tease affectionately as I take the bag from her.

"It's in my blood darling." Rachel says grandly.

"You are such a dork." I chuckle.

"Coming from you Miss Fabray that is really saying something." She smirks.

"I am not a dork!" I protest vehemently.

"You so are!" Rachel laughs heartily. "And you are totally a bigger geek than me."

"Okay I'll accept the dork comment but a geek, really? I was Head Cheerleader!" I argue fervently.

"Which you quit for Glee." She reminds me. "Which we all really appreciated." She adds hastily.

"That still doesn't make me a geek." I pout sulkily.

"What about your Harry Potter obsession?" She teases.

"They are the most popular books of all time!" I huff. "You can't seriously count that against me!"

"Okay." She concedes. "How about the fact that you made me sit through star trek?"

"You said you liked Voyager!" I protest.

"Well, I like Seven." Rachel grins cheekily.

"B'Elanna is hotter." I argue.

"Hmm, so you like feisty brunettes?" Rachel smirks sexily.

"And you like blondes?" I quirk an eyebrow at her.

"Blondes with a bitchy attitude." Rachel teases.

"I'll show you bitchy Berry." I warn lightly with a small smile.

"Don't worry baby, your secret life as a trekkie is safe with me. As is your love of The X-files and that British show."

"Doctor Who."

"That's the one." She smiles sweetly.

"You said you liked it."

"I do, it is fabulously camp."

"So if you like all of the shows then why are you teasing me?" I pout.

"Because you get so cute and flustered." Rachel grins at me adoringly as I roll my eyes at her.

"We're here." I inform her grouchily as I cut off the engine.

"We're at the park." Rachel says as she looks around her with a baffled expression.

"I know, the trees gave it away."

"Smart ass." Rachel mutters to herself.

"You love me." I grin.

"Keep telling yourself that."

"You're mean Berry." I pout.

"You love me." Rachel grins brightly as she echoes my own retort back at me.

"I don't deny it." I chuckle as I wrap an arm around her shoulder as we walk along together. Rachel beams up at me as she wraps an arm around my waist.

"So what is in your bag?" Rachel asks curiously.

"You'll see." I smile mysteriously.

"Are we heading towards the pond?"

"You'll see." I say again with a light chuckle at how this was obviously driving Rachel crazy.

"Quinn!" Rachel pouts cutely in frustration. I lean down and kiss her pout away, taking her completely by surprise. As I pull back Rachel looks quickly around us with wide eyes.

"Nobody else is here." I assure her and Rachel looks back at me sheepishly.

"Sorry. I was just surprised. We don't usually do that in public."

"Well it's not really in public when we are the only ones here." I point out as I reach down and brush my lips lightly against hers again before taking her hand and leading the way.

As we reach the pond I lead Rachel to a clearing that is mostly surrounded by trees to offer some privacy and start unloading the bag that I brought with us.

"A picnic?" Rachel asks happily as I take out a blanket and some containers. "My surprise is a picnic?" Rachel squeals with a cute little bounce.

"It is part of your surprise." I grin up at her knowing that response will kill her.

"There's more?" She asks, sounding like a kid at Christmas, or I guess at Hannukah in her case.

"You'll see." I smirk as she pouts adorably at me.

A/N 2: This story is really close to the end now. I feel quite sad at the thought but then I will just have to make more time to work on the sequel :-)

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