Rachel goes up to your room to make or take a phone call or something then to get something out of the car. You go into the living room and sit down next to your mom. She puts her arm around you and you lean into her.
You miss your mom and the more you think about it the more Rachel's idea becomes appealing to you. Having your mom close would be amazing. You could take her shopping and visit her more often.
"Mom?" you ask, not moving from your place under her arm.
"Hmm?" she asks, rubbing your arm affectionately.
"If Frannie moves to New York, will you move there too?" you stare into the fire that your mom started earlier.
She pauses. "I suppose I'd consider it," you mom says. You can feel her looking down at you so you look back at up at her. She smiles lovingly. "Are you okay?"
You nod. "Rachel was just talking about how she misses her dads and she's going to try to get them to move to New York."
Your mom hmms for a second and takes a deep breath, "She's nesting."
"What?" you sit up and look at your mom.
"She's settling down," your mom tells you, "Nesting."
You blink and then tilt your head, "Settling down for what?"
"For…" she pauses, "For life. Adulthood. She wants her dads close so that they can be part of it."
"If I say I'm nesting too will you move to New York?" you ask, making a pouty face.
You mom laughs. "Talk to your sister. Although I think your little evil genius has planted the seeds. However does Ethan know that Rachel's using him for bait?"
"I don't really think this was part of her plan until she found out that Frannie is getting a divorce," you say, "It's a good plan though."
"Great plan," your mom chuckles, "She's a mastermind for sure."
"Can you talk to Steve and Eliot for her?" you ask earnestly. "She really wants them in New York."
She nods, "Sure honey." She kisses your forehead.
Your mom excuses herself to go change and get ready for bed. You go into the kitchen and sit at the table, checking your email until Rachel walks in.
"So I'm going to stay here tonight."
You look up at Rachel who just walked back inside from running out to her dad's car to get a bottle of wine she and Ethan forgot to get out, "Really?"
She sets the wine on the kitchen table and sits down in your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck, "Mhmm. You and I are going to sleep on the couch and Ethan is going to stay in your room."
"But the couch doesn't fold out." You rest your head on her shoulder.
"I know," there's a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, "Ain't it grand? Your mom also told me it gets really cold in the living room at night."
"Is this another one of those not giving me an option, but to sleep with you things?" you chuckle.
She kisses your cheek, "Exactly, but more sinister because it's cold and we'll be sharing a couch."
After you and Rachel get ready for bed, Rachel lays down on the couch and you lay down next to her. It's dark and the fire is slowly dying. You nuzzle into her neck and kiss her collarbone.
There's never really a feeling quite like being held by her. You feel safe and warm. You feel more loved than you ever have in your entire life. And when she chastely kisses the top of your head, you feel so much safer and so loved.
You can feel her hold tighten on you. You kiss her shoulder, "Why are you holding on so tight?"
She runs her free hand through your hair, "I don't want you to fall off of the couch."
"I won't fall." You smile at her caring.
"Humor me."
"I'm not complaining," you burrow into her and revel in the heat her body is putting off. It is freezing because the fire is dying, but you're warm.
After awhile, right before you fall asleep Rachel asks, "Do you think we would have ended up together if we were friends in high school?"
"No," you mumble.
"Why not?"
"I wouldn't have appreciated you enough…Not having you was…torture, but I learned how much you mean to me," you tighten your arm that's around her waist.
You feel her take a deep breath under you. "I think it's for the best this way. I don't think I would have appreciated you either."
"I love you," you tell her.
She echoes your sentiments and you easily drift off to sleep in her arms.
When you wake up in the morning, Rachel's gone, but you hear her giggling. When you sit up on the couch, you see Rachel and your sister in the den. They're both sitting on yoga mats, in work out attire, but instead of actually doing yoga, Rachel's painting her nails and Frannie is looking at her phone.
You fall back on the couch and start laughing.
"Hey!" Frannie calls, "We can hear you. And for your information, we actually did yoga for like five whole minutes."
"I'm glad you didn't strain yourself," you say back, not getting up from the couch.
Rachel walks over to you and kisses you. "Good morning."
You look over at her, "Good morning." You sit up so she can sit next to you. When she does, she presents her nails so that you can examine them. You look them over and smile at her, "Nice. What's the plan for today?"
"At some point we're going to have to go see my dads," she explains, "Well I do. I supposed you can stay here."
You pull the blanket back over you and lean back on the couch. "I'll go, but at some point I'm going to have to go see Brittany."
"For what?"
"Santana wants me to talk to her about the baby thing," you cover up a yawn with the blanket.
"Why can't she do it?" Rachel asks. You quirk your eyebrow and Rachel laughs, "Okay I guess you're right."
"I'll take her out to lunch or something," you stand up and stretch. "I'm gonna go take a shower and then you can tell me what we're going to do today."
"Why don't you meet her for a late brunch after your shower and then you can meet me at my dads' house?" she offers.
You nod, "Sounds good."
She gives you a smile, "Have fun."
On the way up the stairs you text Brittany to see if she wants to meet. The response is immediate. She's going to pick you up in half an hour.
You top the stairs and walk into your bedroom. You completely forgot Ethan was sleeping in there, but he's awake and completely dressed. You're happy about that. You're sure he's happier.
"I'll get out of your way," he grins and starts to walk out.
You grab the sleeve of his shirt and stop him from leaving, "Hold on."
He raises his eyebrows, "Need something?"
"You know my sister just got a divorce right?" you ask him.
He grins and gives you a hug, "I won't hurt her. I won't make her go faster than she wants. Yes I like her, but she lives here and I live in New York. We're just having fun. She's nice."
You pat his back, "Just know that I'll hurt you if you hurt her at all."
"Got it," he steps back from you, "I'm going to go make breakfast. How do pancakes sound?"
"Awesome," you grin at him. He's a good guy and he's probably your number one pick for your sister's new beau if she's going to move on immediately.
You get into the bathroom and turn on the shower. You take your time taking your clothes off, waiting for the water to get hot. You're a little chilly from last night so when the hot water hits your skin, you let out a content sigh.
After you get your hair wet you turn to the back of the shower to get some soap when you notice the shower curtain moving back. You're a little alarmed before a very naked Rachel steps into the shower. She smiles and turns you around. You feel a soft cloth being swept up and down your back, "Why didn't you just come with me when I first went to get into the shower."
She giggles, "I had to wait for my nails to dry." You feel her drop a kiss on your right shoulder and then your left one. She tenderly washes your arms and then your torso with a proficiency that comes from knowing your body intimately. With every pass of the cloth over your breasts, you feel a need growing, but Rachel doesn't seem to notice or if she doesn't she's not letting on.
She finishes your body in a painstakingly long amount of time. Looking up at you from where she lifted your leg so she could get behind your knee. The look in your eye startles you. You know that look. You know that look very well. With a sly smirk she hooks your left leg over her shoulder and kisses up your thigh. Then she moves to the other one, slowly reaching the point where you want her do be.
"It's been too long since I've-"
Rachel is interrupted by a bang on the door. "Hey, stop having sex and come down stairs," it's your fucking sister. You groan. But when your sister adds, "Steve and Eliot are here," you freak the hell out. You practically jump out of the shower and grab a towel.
No matter that you're turned on more than you've ever been in your life. No matter that it's been almost a week since you and Rachel have had any kind of sex. Rachel's dads, especially Steve, will murder you if they find out you're defiling their daughter.
When you look behind you, sitting in the shower, staring at you is a very sad puppy faced Rachel. She hasn't even bothered to turn the water off as it beats down on her. She's just looking at you.
"Don't you dare give me that face," You dry off as fast as possible.
"We live together," she huffs and stands, "We share a bed Quinn. It's not like they think that all we do is paint each other's nails and read magazines." She wretches off the water and gets out of the shower, picking up a spare towel.
"That's in our apartment, in our bed," you frantically towel dry your hair, "We're in Lima in my old bedroom."
"So?" she asks, teasingly drying off her breasts, taking way too long on each one.
"It's-it's-it's," truth is you can't think of a good reason why you can't have sex with your girlfriend in Lima, in your old bathroom. But Steve still scares you. Hell you're scared to even kiss Rachel in front of him. Finally you spit out, "It's Hanukah."
"You can't have Hanukah sex?" she drops her towel and puts her hands on her hips.
"Ugh," you just groan in frustration and wrap your towel around yourself. Then you throw open the bathroom door, charging out wondering what to wear.
You stop cold when you see your sister sitting on your bed with a sinister smile on her face. You frown at her and she cracks up laughing. Between laughs she chokes out, "When I said Rachel's dads, I really meant Brittany."
The edges of your vision get red and you lunge at your sister. A deceptively strong pair of arms wrap around your waist keeping your sister safe. "Uh oh," your sister mocks you, "Looks like someone didn't get to finish."
"Frannie would you be a dear and leave before I can't hold her back anymore," Rachel says somewhere in the pounding in your ears.
You calm down and Rachel rubs your back. Frannie ruffles your hair before she leaves, "I was just kidding, little sis."
You slap her hand away and cross your arms in a pout. After she leaves, Rachel moves to your closet to find something to wear. "Remind me to never let you go without an orgasm that long again."
Your head drops and you blush a deep shade of red. Now your sister knows what you were doing in the shower and your mom will soon know as will Ethan and Brittany. Sometimes you want to kill your sister.
Rachel walks back out with a light smile on her face. She looks you up and down before tossing an outfit on the bed. "How about I lock the door and finish? It's won't take long."
You don't remember nodding, but Rachel moves to the door, locks it and drops her towel. All the yearning and arousal that you had in the shower is back times ten. She saunters over to you and tugs at your towel until it pools around your feet. She tilts her head up and captures your lips. Her tongue doesn't hesitate to dive into your mouth, stroking every inch and swirling around your own.
A moan erupts from your throat and you shiver. After making sure she has your attention with a well placed hand on your stomach Rachel smiles up at you and bites her lip, "Bed?"
You glance at the door. Your sister knows that you're both up here alone and naked. Brittany's waiting for you. But you find your body moving on it's own, falling back on the bed and pulling Rachel down on top of you.
Of course being ever the tease, Rachel kisses you slowly for a few minutes before crawling off of you and saying it's rude to my guests wait. You should have seen it coming. She shoots you a devilish smirk before getting dress.
When you finally do get down to Brittany, you find her patiently waiting on the couch. She's tapping on her phone, concentrated on it until she's done. When she looks up, she smiles and stands to hug you.
You hold her around the waist, smiling at the way Brittany hugs. She hugs like she means it and you know that she always does.
When you step back you give her a smile, "Ready?"
She nods and follows you out to her car. Once inside the car she starts it and immediately music is playing. You smile and look over at Brittany who is looking behind her as she pulls out of the driveway. When she sees you looking she smiles and asks, "What?"
You just shake your head, "Nothing." You also love that Brittany doesn't pressure you. Anything you want to share with her you're going to and she won't prod unless it's in your best interest.
For as much as Brittany is Santana's, you feel like she's yours too. Not in the same way, but you've all bee friends for years. For as long as you remember, you've had Brittany to talk to. She's make time for you whenever you asked, although your notorious pride kept you from asking most of the time. She would always smile to try to make you feel better when you were in a sour mood. You couldn't have asked for a better friend than Brittany Susan Pierce.
You tell Brittany to avoid the Lima Bean because you've found that it's one of Jacob Ben Israel's haunts and the last thing you want is for the less respectful press to know where Rachel is.
You're surprised when Brittany pulls to a stop in front of your old high school. You look over at her and she immediately explains, "Every year since her sister died I invite Coach Sylvester to Christmas with my family. She never comes, but I don't want her to feel lonely. It won't take long and then we can go get lunch."
A giant smile grows on your face and once you're both out of the car, you hug Brittany for all your worth. There aren't enough people like her in this world.
She loops her arm through yours as you both walk toward the school. You don't ask her how she knows that Coach Sylvester will be at the school. You just allow her to walk you to the door and you hold the door open for her.
Your footfalls on the empty hallways, bounce around against the lockers. Brittany doesn't hesitate in front of Coach Sylvester's door. She politely knocks before opening it. Over Brittany's shoulder you can see Coach Sylvester sitting at her desk with her glasses perched on her nose writing furiously in her journal. When you looks up you see a smile twitch at the corner of her lip before she fends it off.
"Brittany," she looks at her watch, "You're two days early."
Brittany just give her former Coach a warm grin, "I thought maybe if I asked earlier this year, I could invite you before you could make other plans."
This time Coach Sylvester can't contain a miniscule smile. She leans back in her chair, takes off her glasses and crosses her arms, "I'll tell you what. Since you took initiative I'll think about it."
Brittany nods, "Thanks Coach."
When Sylvester's eyes land on you, you awkwardly smile, "Hey Coach."
She nods to you, "Q."
You decide that it is the holidays and everyone should be nicer like Brittany, "I'm having a Zot Hanukah dinner at my house tonight. We'd enjoy it if you were there."
Coach Sylvester flexes her jaw and surveys you. With a deep breath she rests her head back on her chair, "I'll think about it."
You just nod accepting that she probably just shot you down, but you extended a hand anyway. Brittany shoots one last smile to Coach Sylvester before waving, "Happy Holidays Coach."
"Bye B, Q," she calls after you two walk down the hallway.
Brittany loops her arm around your shoulder and gives you a sideways hug, "That was sweet of you Quinn."
"I'm just trying to be more like you," you hug her back before you two run through the chilled air to her car.
When you do get the deli that you picked out, you remember why you asked Brittany here in the first place. Brittany's stirring her soup around and you take a bite of your sandwich. After a few minutes of just eating you look up at her, "Britt, Santana asked me to talk to you about-"
"About kids," she nods, "Yeah I know." She looks disappointed as she watches her soup swirl around in her bowl.
"I know you want kids," you reach across the table and take her hand, "And you will be the best mom in the whole world, but do you really think now is the best time?"
She let's out a long sigh. "No. I know it's not. I just…I look at Santana and she's so smart and beautiful. I know she doesn't think so, but she'd make a good mom too. I just…I don't know how to say it. I just want to have a baby with her."
You give her hand a squeeze, "Will you still want to have a baby with her in a year or two?"
She nods immediately.
You get up from your seat and sit in the booth next to her to hug her. After a brief hug you return to your seat. You eat in silence until she speaks up, "I got a new job offer."
"Really?" you ask with a smile, "As assistant choreographer?"
"Head choreographer," she grins back.
"That's great B," you add, "When do you start?"
"In January." The conversation is pleasant and easy after that. You did what you told Santana you'd do and now you're just going to catch up with Brittany.
When she drops you off at Rachel's dads' house, you stand in front of the front door. This is your first holiday with Rachel and your first holiday with her dads. You don't know how you're supposed to act or what you're going to do, but you're nervous as hell.
However when you knock all the door all your nerves are gone and replaced with laughter when you see Steve, Eliot, and Rachel all in various colored holiday sweaters. That is, you laugh until they show you yours.