A/N: Thank you for the reviews, they were absolutely marvelous. I am not sure how many more chapters of this there will be, 5? Probably 5, give or take. Also, I have been toying with an idea for a sequel to this, if there is any interest in something like that. Anyway, as always feedback is greatly appreciated.

Quinn tugged at the tank top Rachel was wearing, desperate to get the article of clothing out of her way. Quinn's heart pounded as Rachel sat up and slowly lifted her tank top over her head. The two girls had never gotten this far before; Beth always seemed to have extremely poor timing and would wake just as things began to get heated up between Rachel and Quinn.

Rachel smiled as she stared down at Quinn, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly, staring into her hazel eyes filled with desire. Rachel leaned back down and began sucking softly on Quinn's neck before moving to her collarbone. Quinn moaned as her hands frantically caressed Rachel's back, her nails softly digging into Rachel's soft, tan skin.

Quinn removed her hands from Rachel's back in order to grab her hands that were slowly making their way up Quinn's shirt. "Stop." Quinn said breathlessly.

Rachel sat up quickly, so she was straddling Quinn's waist. "Quinn, I am so sorry. If I crossed a line and went further than you were wanting to go, I sincerely apologize, that was certainly not my intention." Rachel's eyes were wide as the words came out of her mouth quickly. "I just...I thought you wanted this, I thought you wanted me."

Quinn bit her lip, she could see the feeling of rejection in Rachel's eyes and she never meant for Rachel to feel that way. "I do want this Rachel, so badly, you have no idea. It's just...I don't look like you." Quinn ran her hands up and down Rachel's sides, her thumbs caressing the girl's toned stomach, eliciting a moan from Rachel

"Quinn, that is ridiculous, you know how beautiful I think you are." Rachel brushed some stray blonde hairs out of Quinn's face.

Quinn exhaled. "I am so sorry Rachel, I guess I'm not as ready as I thought I was. I am still so ashamed of my body, since Beth it doesn't even resemble what it used to be. I am so sorry Rachel, I understand if you are mad." Tears fell from her eyes at the thought of disappointing Rachel.

"Quinn Fabray, there will be no crying; I will not permit you to be upset. I am glad you were honest with me, nothing is going to happen until we both are ready. In addition, I think our first time should be special and romantic, not some rushed act while my fathers are downstairs and the baby is sleeping." Rachel leaned down and kissed the places on Quinn's cheeks where her tears had fallen.

Both girls froze when they heard Paul clearing his throat in Rachel's doorway. "I want you girls downstairs in the kitchen as soon as you make yourselves decent." He said, his tone firm and even.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God." Quinn muttered frantically. "How could you forget to close the door?"

"I'm sorry, but it is kind of hard to focus when someone as hot as you is nibbling on my ear!" Rachel leaned back down to kiss Quinn.

Quinn pushed her away. "Rachel!" She shrieked. "Are you crazy? Your dad just caught us!"

"Caught us what? Not having sex? Yes we were in a compromising position, however I'm sure once we explain to them we were simply discussing how it would be in our best interest to wait, they will understand." Rachel reluctantly put her tank top back on.

"Yes, because you straddling me, shirtless, makes it look like we were discussing waiting. Ugh Rachel, they are going to kick me out and forbid me from having any contact with you."

"Nonsense." Rachel replied. "My dads love you and Beth, besides Rachel Berry gets what Rachel Berry wants, and Rachel Berry wants Quinn Fabray."

Paul headed downstairs, all the color drained from his face. "Brian!" He shouted, the urgency in his voice causing Brian to come quickly from his office.

"What's the matter? Is it one of the girls?" Brian asked, surprised to see his partner, who was in a lovely mood not five minutes ago looking so distraught.

"You could say that." Paul walked into kitchen and sat down a the table, Brian did he same. "I just walked in on our daughter topless and on top of Quinn."

"Oh dear God." Brian ran his hands over his face nervously. "Perhaps it was innocent?"

"How could it possibly be innocent? Rachel was on top of her, kissing her, half naked. Nothing about that screams innocence. She's just a baby Brian, she's too young for this. Maybe it was a mistake allowing Quinn to move in."

Brian smiled, he knew where Rachel got her drama queen antics from. "Calm down, Paul. I know you don't mean that. Quinn being here has made Rachel happier than I have ever seen her. We cannot freak out about this. Do I really need to bring up the time we freaked out about Rachel posting videos of herself on the internet?"

Paul winced as he remembered the video blog his daughter posted in retaliation, going on and on about how her parents were 'shredding her dreams apart.' "Ah yes, the video blog and vow of silence, how could I forget?"

Rachel cleared her throat as her and Quinn walked into the kitchen, much like Paul had done outside of her room. Rachel walked confidently, smiling brightly at her fathers, while Quinn refused to make eye contact with either of them, positive she had never been so mortified in her entire life. "Have a seat." Brian said, pointing to the two empty chairs at the table. The girls obliged, Rachel still smiling, Quinn still completely mortified. "I hear your dad got quite an eyeful."

"Daddy, you know how dramatic Dad can be, honestly it was nothing." Rachel scowled at her dad, while trying to reassure her daddy.

Brian gave her a disapproving look. "Are you telling me your dad is not telling the truth when he says you were shirtless and in extreme proximity to Quinn?"

"What happens in my room, stays in my room, it is my business." Rachel recanted.

Brian turned to Quinn, who looked as if she was about to pass out. "What about you Quinn? Do you think Paul is overreacting, was there really nothing going on?"

Quinn instantly burst into tears. "I am so sorry Mr. and Mr. Berry, what Rachel's dad said was true." Quinn began to stand up. "I will go pack and Beth and I's belongings, I am sure Santana will let us stay with her and her sister."

"Quinn!" Brian and Paul said at the same time. "Sit back down, why do you think you need to leave?" Paul finished.

"Because you caught me with my hands all over your daughter. If this was my dad, he would not only force me to leave, but probably crucify me in the backyard as well, once again I am so sorry."

Rachel nudged Quinn with her elbow. "So much for keeping your cool."

"Quinn, we are not your father, now please sit back down, no one is being kicked out." Brian pointed towards the chair. "Now while we are not angry about what happened, I do have a question."

"Go on." Rachel said impatiently.

"Is there something going on between you or was this just..." Brian paused for a moment, there certainly was no handbook available on how a gay father should talk to his daughter after catching her in a lesbian kiss. "...experimenting?"

Rachel glanced at Quinn, they had been together a little over three weeks and this would be the first time they openly admitted to anyone about their relationship. "Quinn and I are involved in a monogamous relationship with each other, and have been for a few weeks."

Paul and Brian shared a glance. "Well obviously we fully support your relationship, however, I want you both to treat each other right, got it?" Brian said, getting a nod from both girls. "Also, what was going on upstairs a little while ago will not occur again either, do you understand? I know you girls care about each other, and may have urges-"

"Daddy!" Rachel groaned at her father's awkwardness. "We get it, we get it, please stop talking."

Quinn jumped up from the table when the door bell rang. "I'll get it!" She shouted as she took off down the hall, feeling an odd mix of mortification and relief. "Mom? Dad?" Quinn's eyes widened at the sight of her parents, the last two people she ever expected to see standing on the Berry's doorstep.