AN: I'm a bit torn that New Directions has pretty much guaranteed a loss. Sure I wanted them to lose, but I wanted it to happen because of stupid song choice and not because one of their members (Marley in particular) fainted and had to be carried off stage. Said fainting has also probably ruined any chance of me shipping Karley. But I guess that's not too bad. I do ship Marley with Jake and kinda with Ryder (I watched bits of the previous episode because of Dianna, and I happened to see that one scene where Jake admitted that he took ballet)

Quinn awakes without the feel of Rachel's back pressed against her front. It's not unusual for Rachel to wake before Quinn, but she typically doesn't get out of bed before waking her. It's also the weekend which typically means cuddle time. Quinn doesn't like missing out on her cuddle time. She lazily tosses the covers off and pushes herself up.

She wants to call out for Rachel, but Rachel's room is soundproof so she wouldn't even hear and even if she could Beth is sleeping in the nursery just across the hall. Quinn sighs and gets up from bed. She tosses on some sweats and a tank top to cover up her exposed body. They had cuddled in nothing but their underwear the previous night. It had been a first that; one that Quinn hopes that they'll soon repeat and in the same position (She really hopes that Rachel doesn't once again try to be the big spoon).

Quinn loved the skin on skin contact. It had set her body on fire. They weren't quite ready for sex any time soon, so it had been the most intimate that they've done so far. Yet Quinn was only comfortable in such little clothing because they were under the covers. There she's safe. There Rachel can't see her stretch marks, or the baby fat that she still has.

She gets out of Rachel's room and checks in on Beth. There are baby monitors throughout the house so she'll be able to know in an instant if something's wrong, but Quinn doesn't ever feel like her morning is right she doesn't see her two favorite girls in the world. As expected, Beth is sound asleep. She's hugging tightly onto gold star plush that Rachel had bought her for her first birthday.

Quinn tucks Beth's blanket more securely around her then proceeds to go downstairs to find her girlfriend. The Berry men are out of town, and Quinn plans to take full advantage for of that. Well, maybe not full advantage since they've yet to have sex, but still she planned to make the best of it. She enters the kitchen, fully expecting to smell the aroma of home cooked breakfast but instead finds the room to be empty.

She gets the feeling like something's out of place, besides Rachel being missing, but keeps focused on the task at hand. First she checks the living room, which is clear and doesn't even a hint of anything being used recently. Then the dining room, in case Rachel had already made breakfast and was currently eating. Again, Quinn found nothing. She continues darting around the house with absolutely no luck in her endeavors.

At this point Quinn began to worry. It wasn't like Rachel to disappear without telling anyone. And then she thought that perhaps Rachel did leave her some sort of a note. Upstairs, she checks her phone for a text or a note around the room. Nothing. She decides to call Rachel, find out where she is, but she finds that Rachel's phone is also in the room.

She's about ready to panic and call Rachel's dads and tell them that she lost their daughter. She realizes that's being a tad melodramatic, and if Rachel could see her now, the singer would probably joke about how she's rubbing off on her. Just thinking of that joyous laughter helps calm Quinn down. She starts to think, and tries to recall where she hasn't looked yet.

She had started downstairs, made a sweep through that floor and then went upstairs and checked thoroughly through that floor as well, which only left… the basement. Quinn practically jumped out of her seat, shouting, "Eureka!" She burst through the door and quickly got downstairs to the door which led to the basement. It made perfect sense; Rachel was probably practicing on the stage down there, or at least that's what Quinn hoped.

With trembling hands she reaches out and turns the knob. She pushes open and descends the stairs. She closes her eyes, far too afraid to see if she's wrong. But she knows that she'll never know if she doesn't look. Quinn slowly opens her eyes and right there in front of her is Rachel sitting on the couch. She's turned away from Quinn, so she can't see her face, but Quinn can notice Rachel anywhere.

Quinn runs up to her girlfriend and hugs her from behind. She feels Rachel stiffen at the touch, but she doesn't care, she's just so happy to find her. "Oh, Rachel. I was so worried," she cries, hugging Rachel tighter. "You were gone when I woke up, and I had no idea where you were. Oh, I'm just so glad I found you." Quinn feels so happy, but starts to worry again when Rachel doesn't respond. "Rachel?" She goes around so she can sit next to her and find out what's wrong. She scrunches her nose in confusion when she sees Rachel face. "What's in your mouth?"

"Nothing," Rachel mumbles, desperately trying to swallow whatever it is she's eating.

"Open your mouth," Quinn demands. Rachel shakes her head. "I said open your mouth." Rachel continues to shake her head and now covers her mouth with her hands. Quinn reaches out with her own hands and tries to pry Rachel's away. "Rachel Barbra Berry, open your mouth now!" She tugs and she pulls, but she's not trying too hard (to make sure she doesn't hurt Rachel) so she loses.

Rachel successfully empties her mouth and smirks triumphantly. Quinn pouts, but then she smirks as well. Rachel frowns in confusion and before she knows it, Quinn's lips are on hers. Quinn is kissing her forcefully. Rachel moans. Quinn's tongue dances in her mouth and she tastes it. She pulls back. "You ate her cookies!" she accuses instantly.

"No, I-"

"Yes you did!"

"Okay, maybe I did."

"I can't believe you!"

"But they're good," Rachel muttered.

"I can make good cookies!" Quinn replied, pure outrage in her tone.

"You've never made me cookies…"

"Well… you never asked."

"Can you make them for me now?" Rachel asked with a pout.

"Are you still going to eat her cookies?" Quinn asked back, avoiding Rachel's pout before she backed down. Rachel shook her head. She moved over a throw pillow, revealing the box of sweets. She picked it up and handed it to Quinn.

"I was saving the rest for you." Quinn smiles without meaning to do so. "Please, at least try one." Quinn relents and opens up the box. There's plenty still left over so she has a good selection to pick from. She has to admit again that they look delicious, and decides to pick one randomly. She picks one up and takes a bite.

"Wow, this is good." Rachel smiles.

"So if Isabelle were to-"

"No."