"It itches," you state.

"No it doesn't," Rachel rolls her eyes.

You look down, "It's not my color?"

"Since when is green not your color?"

"Well it-"

Rachel cuts you off, "If you don't want to wear it you don't have to, but Grandma Berry started knitting these for us in October."

You soften. Now you can't take it off. You adjust the oversized sweater and give up, "Fine. There's nothing wrong with it. I'll wear it. Tell Grandma Berry I said thanks."

Rachel giggles and kisses you before sashaying off, "Grandma Berry doesn't know how to knit. Daddy bought these online."

"Rachel!"

You hear Steve chuckle from behind you. "Eliot pulled the Grandma Berry thing on our first Christmas together. At least yours is too big. Mine was two sizes too small."

You go with it, "What are we going to do with them?"

He laughs and put his arm around your shoulders, "I guess we'll just have to keep them and find some way to get them back."

"You say that like you have something in mind," you look up at him.

He smiles at you, "When the time comes you'll know."

You and Steve join Rachel and Eliot in the kitchen. Apparently there is going to be an army of people at Hanukah dinner because Eliot is running around the kitchen while Rachel follows him to nibble on everything. He tries to swat her away, but she's persistent.

"I can only eat off of the sides because none of this is vegan," she whines.

Eliot's eyes get wide, "Oh my gosh honey I forgot. I was so worried about your Aunt Maggie's peanut allergies and Steve's mom's complete dislike of everything I touch."

Steve puts his hands on his husband's shoulders and kisses the top of his head, "She doesn't dislike everything you touch. She still likes me."

You laugh and Rachel pretends to gag. She looks at you so you two can share a smile before she let's out a completely different smile. She walks over to you and hugs your waist, "Baby?"

"Yes dear?" you ask her, knowing that she wants something.

"Since it's the last day of Hanukah and I got you a spectacular present," she leaves a baiting kiss on your lips, "Will you please make me some of your magic vegan food? I'll help."

"You mean you'll try to eat as much of it as you can before I even get it into a pan?" you ask.

She stands on her toes to whisper into your ear, "Or we can go upstairs and I can eat something else." She punctuates that with a soft nibble on your ear.

You look around and feel your heart rate pick up. You bite your lip and try to decide what to do. You really, really want to go upstairs, but Rachel's dads are right here. You take a deep breath and finally decide. "How about we wait until we go back to my house? Getting caught by your dads is not something I really want to happen."

There's a look in Rachel's eyes that tells you that she's going to remember exactly what you promised. You also have a sinking feeling that she's doing to tease you until you actually make it to your mom's house.

You quickly whip up one of Rachel's favorite sandwiches so she can eat before you get back to your house. You're sure your mom took into consideration her daughter's vegan girlfriend, someone she still fangirls over sometimes.

You don't know how the next few hours went by so fast, but you're being herded back to your house by the Berrys. When you get there though, there are cars parked all along the street, including one suspicious looking red Corvette with a giant, white "C" on the side and a license plate that simply reads '#1'.

"Wow," Eliot grins, "Your mom sure knows how to celebrate Hanukah."

"Yeah she does," you grab Rachel's hand and lace your fingers through hers. You have a feeling that you're going to want to hide behind her stardom for a while. Luckily, she knows you and knows what you're trying to do and doesn't mind at all.

Your mom invited everyone she knows as well as their parents and children. There is food and drinks all over every flat surface in the house and people everywhere you turn. Rachel breaks away from you when she sees some people she knows and you set off to find your mother.

You run into your sister first and she takes your arm, dragging you to the living room. You both stand against the walls and she whispers, "Okay, so what do you think of Ethan?"

You furrow your eyebrows at her and look around, "He's great. He's one of my best friends."

"So he's not like the lying, cheating, tell you he's going on a business trip when he's really schtupping the receptionist at the YMCA kinda guy?" she asks.

You blink, "Are we all Jewish now?"

"Quinn," your sister barks, "I'm being serious."

"He's definitely not like that," you assure her. "He's a good guy. He's a painter and a handyman and he can cook."

Your sister hugs you, "Okay, so you're selling my house and you're going to find me somewhere to live in New York. Money is no object because alimony is my friend." She hugs you again and doesn't hesitate before walking off, disappearing into the crowd.

You look after her before what she just spouted out makes sense. A slow smile spreads across your face. Now you have to talk to your mom. Rachel is going to be so happy.

You're looking for Rachel now when you bump into a girl who is staring at her phone while she's walking. You dip your head down to get a good look at her and gasp, "Lil' B?"

She briefly looks up at you with a huff and a forced smile, "Hey Q. Britt's somewhere-"she gestures vaguely behind you, "Great party." Then her face is back in her phone and she walks off. Brittany's sister remind you of you when you were in high school. You sort of feel sorry for her, but hope it turns out for her as well as it did for you.

You follow her directions and do find Brittany. Your blonde friend is leaning back up against the wall of the den, watching through the doorway of the kitchen with an enamored smile on her face. You saddle up next to her and follow her eyes. You immediately spot Santana, kneeling down next to a little brunette boy and a blonde haired blue-eyed girl. They look about four, but you're no judge of children's ages. They're both talking to her and she smiles and listens. Then she reaches up on the counter and grabs two menorah cookies, handing them to the kids. Then she stands, picks up the little boy who sets his head on her shoulder and she takes the little girls hand, leading them out of view.

"Now even I want to have kids with her," you give Brittany a hug.

She laughs and agrees; "Now you see what I was saying." She lets out a sigh and looks longingly at the doorway where Santana was, "Maybe in a few years."

Brittany takes off after Santana, leaving you to stand awkwardly by yourself. You never considered yourself a wallflower, but there are so many people here that you're slightly intimidated.

A familiar voice cuts through the air and you spot the one and only Coach Sylvester standing in the middle of a group telling some kind of war story. Everyone around her is rapt with her words handing on every single one of them. She emphatically gestures with her hand and then acts out some kind of stabbing. People gasp, but don't look away. You smile to yourself. That was your favorite pre-competition pep talks.

You find a nice corner of the room where you can watch people milling around. You don't know most of them, but you're pretty sure that you can pick out all of Brittany's cousins and Santana's uncles. You can definitely tell who is a Berry and who is from Steve's side of the family. You spot Ethan a few times and he's usually following Frannie around. They're cute together and you're glad that your sister isn't dating a cheating bastard. Occasionally a random relative of yours will sit down next to you and tells you that the last time they saw you, you were knee high. Even if you saw them a few months ago at your mom's birthday.

The party wears on and a familiar feeling takes over. You swallow and try to ward it off, but as usual the feeling is winning. So you sneak away upstairs. Once in your old bedroom, you close the door and sit on your bed.

This feeling happens every year around this time. It's not a nice group of feelings. It eats away at you until you distract yourself with decorating or cooking or wrapping presents. This year all that has been done for you so you're left alone with this feeling.

You slowly turn your head toward the closed closet door. It's still filled with your high school clothes as well as a few keepsakes and a plain brown box in the back. It's what's in the box that will upset you most, but you know that you can't stop yourself.

The box is wedged on the top shelf of your closet and it takes you a while to get it down. You don't remember it being that heavy and it drags you to the ground with it. You trail your finger along the flap of the box trying to decide if you should open it or not. You can visualize the exact contents of the box without even opening it and opening will definitely open old wounds.

Your hands betray your heart when they flip it open. Different sized boxes, wrapped in different colored wrapping paper, all holiday themed, are sitting perfectly in the box. Just like you left them.

You take them out, one by one, remembering what is in each one. The tears start with just one, but soon join together to form a steady stream rolling down your cheeks. This grip on your heart is squeezing you until you can't breathe. You shouldn't be doing this. Not tonight. Not now.

"Quinn?" you hear her call you. You don't answer back in hopes that she'll just look elsewhere so you can sneak to the bathroom and make it look like you haven't been crying in your closet.

Of course your body involuntarily sniffles at that moment and seconds later Rachel is looking at you from the door. She doesn't ask you what's wrong immediately. She looks at all the wrapped gifts on the floor. You look at then too and on more than one you can see that on the gift tag right behind "To:" it says Beth.

Rachel kneels down next to you and brushes your hair away from your face. Then she cradles the back of your head and kisses your temple. "Do you want me to go?"

You can't manage words so you tug on her sleeve and she moves to sit next to you against the wall.

This may look crazy so you decide to explain as soon as you can, "I buy her a present every year."
She slides her arm around your waist and you take comfort in her touch. She's slowly stroking your side.

You've never talked to anyone about Beth besides Puck but if there's ever going to be anyone else, it's going to be Rachel. "I know it was the right thing to do but during the holidays when I see my family and their families... Their kids I just... I miss her. It's stupid though. I don't even know what she looks like."

"It's not stupid," is all Rachel says. She doesn't offer any advice or ask any questions. She just holds you and let's you decide what's going to happen.

You finally let out something that you haven't even told Puck. "I don't... What if you want kids and I'm too scared that Beth will think I didn't want her enough? That my new kids are better?"

She doesn't speak for a long moment and finally you look up at her. You're scared that you went too far. In your mind you're already with Rachel forever and kids is logical eventually. She gives you a kiss on the cheek and says, "We'll cross that bridge when we get there."

You lean harder into her and pull her arm tighter around you. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she holds your head against her shoulder, "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I shouldn't be sulking when there's all kinds of family downstairs and Coach Sylvester. I shouldn't be bringing you down too or bringing up hypothetical children that you may or may not want and dragging them into this."

"It's natural for you to feel this way babe," she murmurs soothingly to you. "Everyone downstairs, including Coach Sylvester, loves you. They'd understand. As far as our hypothetical children, they'll understand as well."

You chuckle and tilt your head up to kiss the underside of her jaw. "Thanks."

She brushes her lips against yours before she helps you pick up the presents and carefully put them back. Then she closes the box and helps you replace it. Your strange holiday ritual is done and this time you didn't have to do it alone.

Rachel's sitting on the bed, waiting for you when you step out of the bathroom from washing your face and touching up your make-up. She looks up at you with a loving smile, "Ready?"

You stop in the doorway of the bathroom and lean on it, looking at her. You can't get over how sweet and supportive she is. How perfect she is. Even more perfect that you ever imagined when you weren't with her.

Her smile fades and she tilts her head, "What's wrong?"

You shake your head and walk over to her. You swoop down and soon your mouth is covering hers. Her hands rest of your hips momentarily before pulling you down onto her lap. You're knees hit the bed softly and her hands find her face instantly. Her smooth skin under your fingertips electrifies you. You swear that if you could rip your lips away from hers long enough, that you would be able to see the actual sparks.

She kisses you deeply, occasionally biting down on your bottom lips, sending all that electricity between your legs. You can't help, but roll your hips forward trying to get some friction against her.

Rachel grins and pulls back from the kiss, nipping down your neck as her hands slowly move to your ass. "You really want to do this now?"

There's no answer. You don't need one because you've pulled your sweater off, over your head and have already pushed her onto her back in the time it would have taken you to say yes.

When she bites her lip, taking in the sight of your bra clad breasts, a shiver rolls through your body. The lust in her eyes makes you all that much more wet.

You almost don't register her flipping you over or your lack of a bra until her tongue is trailing around your quickly tightening nipple. You reach up and grip her hair, pulling her harder against you. She knows your body better than you do. She knows the secret places to nip that that make you moan.

When your hands sneak under her shirt, the soft skin of her breast teases your fingers. You palm both of them and she arches into your hands. When she moans your name you're exponentially more turned on.

You want to touch her in the most intimate of places, but you look up into her face first. You catch her eyes and they're filled with lust and love and deep desire. When you pull at her shirt, she sits up for you to remove it. You're so delighted to see her braless chest exposed in the chilly air of your bedroom. She's either really turned on or really cold and it doesn't matter before you have one of her nipples in your mouth swirling your tongue around it until her chest is heaving.

"No…" she pants, "No more teasing."

You couldn't agree more. You flip her onto her back and shove your hand down the front of her tights. It's difficult to maneuver your hand because they're so right. But it works in your favor when you slip a finger inside of her. She's so hot that your finger feels like it's burning, but it feels so good. When you look up at your girlfriend her head is thrown back, her jaw slack. You decide that that you need to see all of her.

She groans when you pull your finger out, but her eyes roll back when you slowly lick it clean. She whines, "Quinn, I said no teasing."

"I'm trying," you wink at her and pull her tights down, flinging them across the room. You take a moment to revel in your glistening goddess. Your heart catches mid-beat and you swallow a predatory growl. No one has ever made you feel this out of control, but every instinct you have is hell bent on making her come as many times as possible.

You position yourself between her legs and run your fingers the length of her slit before plunging two of them in as far as they can go. Her fingers grab at your bare back, trying to pull you down to her. You dip your head down and kiss her deeply, her moans reverberating from her mouth into yours and down through the rest of your body.

"Oh Quinn…" she pants into your mouth. Your lips are connected, but her panting fills the air. She clenches around your fingers, her orgasm building into something massive. You roll your hips with each thrust, using the extra force to reach deeper inside of her; trying to give her the greatest pleasure possible.

Suddenly all of her muscles clench around your fingers and you ease them in and out, feeling the pulsing around your fingers start to slow. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her whole back is arched off of the bed. She's so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off of her.

She lulls her head to the side with a sated smile. Her hands slowly move to your cheeks and pull you down for a long kiss. Your tongues slide against each other in a beautiful practiced dance. She ends it with a peck on your lips, "You can pull out now."

You look down and notice that your fingers are still buried deep inside of her. You blush and withdraw them, immediately missing the feeling of being so deeply, physically connected to her.

"Isn't Hanukah sex the best?" she asks you with a playful smile.

You kiss her and roll off of her onto the bed next to her. "Definitely." Although you're extremely turned on you're happy that she's happy. You're ready to ignore your needs and follow her back down to the party.

Of course she has other plans. When her lips connect with the inside of your left thigh your head drops onto the pillow behind you. "Rach, you don't have to." You say that but you really, really want her to.

"I know I don't have to," She kisses the inside of your right thigh before hooking her fingers in the waistband of your panties and slowly pulling them down. You feel exposed, but when she pushes your legs apart. You swear you see her lick her lips as she looks at the newly exposed territory. "But God I want to."

Her words send another shiver through you. When her lips connect with your sex you see stars explode behind your eyelids.

This time no one interrupts or walk in on you. There are no phone calls, no text messages, no knocks on the door. You're not sure it's locked and you're not sure you care. All you can think of is Rachel's tongue, dipping in and out of your at a pace that you're sure will make you explode if you don't climax soon.

Luckily it doesn't take long. You come with your hand tangled in Rachel's hair, not guiding or not pressuring, but just being connected. After your heart rate calms, Rachel's head rises with a smile. It's a sneaky smile and you're not sure what you she's going to do.

You find out when her fingers take residence where her mouth just was. Two fingers gingerly slide in and out of you as she kisses your neck and then your lips. You're not expecting it, but you're not going to stop her. Especially when she adds a third finger that stretches you a little more.

You lace your fingers together behind Rachel's neck and pull her into a deeper kiss. You can taste yourself in her mouth when your tongue dances with hers. You moan deeply. Her fingers are buried inside of you, her lips are one yours and your breasts are brushing together deliciously. If you could be like this for the rest of your life you probably would. You're convinced that there's nothing better than this.

This time when you come, you let out a soft sigh into her mouth pulling her body down on top of yours. "Rach," you pant, trying to get your brain to work against as she withdraws her fingers, "That was…"

She laughs at your lack of words and kisses you chastely. "It's holiday sex. So much better."

You pull her down next to you and wrap your arms around her. You're tired and you want to take a nap that you know you're not going to get. But you're going to revel in this moment. You're going to snuggle with her until guilt catches up with you and you both get dressed to rejoin the party.

Her fingers tenderly run through your tousled hair, "It means a lot to me that you opened up to me like you did. Thank you."

You prop your head up and look at her. Her gaze is so devastatingly loving that it takes you a while to formulate a response. "Thank you for listening and not thinking that I'm crazy."

She smiles and kisses you, "I love listening to you about anything."

"I love you," you say back with a cheesy smile.

Her head falls back in a laugh, "I love you too."

You pick up her hand that's resting on your stomach and lace your fingers together, "So Hanukah sex?"

"I know right?" she winks and rolls off of the bed, pulling you with her.

You both get dressed and after a few minor cosmetic repairs in the bathroom mirror you both seamlessly return to the party. Of course as you're walking down the stairs, you finally find your mom when you're hoping to avoid her. Rachel gives your mom a shy smile and pulls you away.

You drop your head and walk past her, "Hi, mom."

You can hear her laugh as you walk by, "Have fun?"

"Oh god," you murmur. You're going to die. If your mom knows then-

"I heard you were getting it on with Berry upstairs" – Santana

"Jesus Quinn, it's a Hanukah party" – Frannie

"High five!" – where did Puck come from?

"Can we use your room?" – Brittany

"I'm going to die. Right here, right now," you tell Rachel as you're both in the kitchen getting some water.

She laughs, "It was so worth it."

"So much," you agree and lift your cup up toward her, "To Hanukah sex?"

"To Hanukah sex," she taps her cup to yours and you both drink, keeping eye contact as you drink before you both burst out laughing. People are going to think you're both nuts but you don't care as long as everyone knows you're nuts together.