Oh baby if you find, I'm not the loving kind

I'll buy you flowers, I'll pour you wine

Do anything to change your mind, I know

You may be disinclined

To find the love we've left behind

So kiss me and make up your mind

Am I not the loving kind?

-The Loving Kind

Rachel was in a funky mood; that much Quinn can detect. The blonde had a slight idea why but felt mischievous enough to play this game with Rachel of who breaks first.

Someone's getting antsy about their set-up.

Without really much of an agreement, Quinn stayed in Rachel's apartment for a few nights in a week, since she's the one who's more mobile. A couple of days were fine for the blonde, but she's not yet willing to give up her own apartment and move back to Manhattan. If she's being honest to herself, she may never be fully willing to give up her own place because, she still has a year to go for her undergraduate degree and if plans go well, then a graduate degree. She had built a life in that community already, and it will be hard for her to let it go.

But of course, she braced herself for another uprooting since she knew herself very much that she can't really say no to Rachel. It's a broken vinyl record that kept playing the same verse. End of the day, she would find happiness wherever it would be as long as Rachel's there.

The brunette had used every reason to make Quinn stay.

It's after midnight, she said.

It's not safe to drive given the rain, she said.

She still wants another round. Well.

It was a looming issue that both are trying to delay discussing.

Rachel's about to graduate and her life will revolve around the Broadway area (as if it's not yet). She would be auditioning like a maniac. Manhattan would most certainly be her world for the next…forever.

This will be the first real test of their reestablished relationship and Quinn had been dreading it. On one hand, she knew that both of them have matured in so many ways; but on the other hand, it's so easy to fall back into old issues and recycle them as an excuse to meet present issues full on.

That's what her therapist said.

Quinn sighed heavily while mulling over her session for the day. They talked about Rachel. For one whole hour. What it all meant now that they are giving it one more try. The blonde would like to believe that she's made a lot of progress detaching herself in a fairly healthy manner from the diva. She bordered on having an addictive personality; that of which had been established early on by her shrink so they have pretty much gone through a cognitive behavioral therapy. While there was no prima facie scientific evidence, her alcoholic parents may have contributed to her predisposition to this disorder. She was one step closer to codependency and it was certainly a good thing that intervention happened early on. So instead of it becoming a full blown problem, she just needed to be hyper vigilant of signs that she was falling back into old habits and address it early on.

Thus, the question of cohabitation would certainly challenge her resolve and ability to strike a balance between being her own person and maintain a functioning romantic relationship with Rachel.

Easier said than done when she truly feels that Rachel is larger than life; that she found herself mostly content being the diva's support system. Was she ready to take on that role again?

With her brows knitted together and immersed in self-analysis, she barely noticed her girlfriend calling out her name and literally ran into her when she fully stopped and turned around. "Woah", the blonde laughed as she held the small diva tightly. "How did you know I would be here?"

"I didn't. I met up with an agent a block away. And then while walking here, I saw the most stunning woman pass by", she grinned and touched the blonde's nose. "I just had to follow her, you know."

"I see", Quinn nodded then looked around. "Where is she?"

"Ha ha. You know I meant you."

"I know. I'm trying to dodge your charm."

"Now, why would you do that?"

"Well, as you can clearly notice, we are currently blocking people's paths by you hanging on me like a koala high on eucalyptus, making you the most adorable girl in the planet. So, five more seconds of this, I would have to kiss you and we might just be charged for public scandal."

This caused Rachel to tighten her hug. "Countdown starts now."

Quinn chuckled then reached for the brunette's hand to pry herself free, then walked hand in hand. "Come on. I'm taking you home."

"I love that you don't ask if I have somewhere else to go tonight."

"If you had somewhere else to go, you would have told me earlier through text or a phone call. Or just tell me right now, instead of playing coy."

"I also love how observant you are about my habits."

"I just love you."

"I love you, too."

"Which home, by the way?"

"Bronx"

The blonde stared at Rachel affectionately for a few seconds before them getting in the car. "You seem to like my apartment a lot."

"What's not to like? You live there, and the neighborhood's really nice."

"No, just, I don't want that you're just forced to be there because I'm there."

"Quinn, you gave me a choice about a minute ago. I made my choice.", Rachel smiled.

And if I ask you to move in with me, would you make that choice?

That question kept bouncing inside Quinn's head on the way back to her apartment. The silence was beginning to worry Rachel. It mostly never meant a good thing.

"So, I haven't heard much from Santana lately"

"She's a bit busy apartment hunting with Emily"

"Oh? They're…they're moving in together?"

"Yup"

"Well…that's nice. They're really good for each other, huh?"

"Definitely. I'm surprised it's taken them this long to make that big move."

"They probably just wanted to make things sure."

"Don't tell Santana I told you, but she's the one who's been broody."

"Really? Wow. Santana and domesticity. That's not an easy thing to imagine."

Quinn made a sound of agreement then fell back into a pensive mode.

Clearing her throat, Rachel quietly asked, "So, uhm, you went to see your therapist?"

"Yeah", the blonde nodded several times.

Silence. Is not golden.

"So...how was it?"

"Same old"

"Which means, what exactly?"

Quinn chuckled. "Rach, I'm not discussing what I talked about with my therapist."

"Why not? You told me before about sessions before regarding your pare—oh. You talked about me, didn't you?"

The blonde opened her mouth then pressed her lips into a smile. "Sort of"

"What's the verdict?"

"What do you mean?"

"Am I a roadblock to your holistic development?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Rach. You're not a roadblock to anything, most especially in relation to me."

"I wish it's that easy to—"

"Stop that" Quinn frowned and sighed. "You're good to me, okay? That's not a point of discussion." She turned to face Rachel after parking her car. "Look, I can pretty much recall the few times I've ever felt so happy in my life. One, is when I gave birth to Beth, two, the first time I saw her when Shelby came back, three, the first time you kissed me, four, when you brought me to Beacon", she paused, ducked her head and searched for Rachel's eyes. "Five when we kissed again last holiday break and six, when we spent the night together for the first time right here."

Rachel gazed into the blonde's hazel eyes. "You basically skipped the three years we spent together, Quinn."

"Rachel, we both—"

"I can give you more than six in those three years." the brunette mumbled sadly. "I know it may be hard for you to—"

"I believe you, actually", Quinn smiled. "And I'm not saying I didn't feel happy at all in those three years. I did. I know you cared about me, Rachel, and I felt it. I was just…too preoccupied with letting my insecurities run amok. I recognize now that most of the things that happened shouldn't have happened because we failed to communicate properly. Well, mostly because I do it the Fabray way."

"But—"

"But this was what I was trying to point out. You have to realize that in those six moments I consider highlights of my young life, four of them involved you. That's how much you mean to me, Rachel. That's how much you make me happy. Why should I ever consider you an obstruction to my well-being?"

Rachel let out a shaky breath and nodded.

"I don't really want to talk to you about my conversation with my therapist. But this I can say much. And you have to listen to me, okay?"

"I have a lot of things I need to work on. It may be for a few years, or a lifetime.", she held up a finger to stop Rachel from talking, "And I promise you I will do the best I can. But I also need to know if you'd be willing to stand by me and work things through. Because while majority of my…issues stem from other things, my relationship with you is undeniably part of it and had been a manifestation of it."

"Okay", the brunette mumbled. "I'm more than willing. Do I need to also see your therapist? Maybe like a group session? I'm open to it."

"No", Quinn smiled and shook her head. "That's not necessary. Like I said, while you are part of it, you don't really constitute majority of where my points of concern are as far as my therapist is concerned."

"So…basically, I just need to be a loving, understanding, supportive and patient girlfriend."

"Nothing basic about that", the blonde chuckled. "That's actually a tall order."

"Will you promise to do the same?"

"Yes"

"Then I see no reason why it would be hard."

"Because you have me as your girlfriend."

"And you have me as your girlfriend."

"I get your point." Quinn chuckled before tracing Rachel's lips. "Listen…I'm not, sweeping things under the rug again. I really mean what I said. You're good to me and for me. This? This is the happiest I've been."

"We have a lot to work on."

"That's obvious", Quinn smiled. "but try not to play therapist. You're my girlfriend, and I expect you to be like one. Try not to overanalyze me, and my silence. That doesn't equate to distance. That just means I'm thinking about something."

"I want to know your thoughts, Quinn. I can't keep guessing."

"Sometimes, I just need to actually process things clearly first before I tell you. That's all. You just keep pushing me. Don't stop, okay?"

Rachel furrowed her brows. "You like it when I push you to talk?"

"Well", the blonde drawled out. "Not exactly like. But I know I need it."

"Noted, Miss Fabray. Anything else you expect me to do?"

Quinn breathed deeply and exhaled. "Honesty… and devotion. I'm learning to trust you again completely and…and I don't think I can take it again if you…", Quinn pushed her lip in between her teeth, "you know. You'd have to tell me if you're not happy anymore with me, or you want to be with someone else. I much rather I let you go, than for us play charades again."

Rachel closed her eyes and nodded before leaning over the console and hugging the blonde tightly. "I promise. I promise I'll do that. Honesty and devotion. You have me, Quinn. You have all of me now. And I don't want to be anywhere else or be with anyone else, except you."

"And stop thinking I slept with half of New York's finest lesbians."

The brunette laughed and playfully slapped Quinn's shoulder. "I said half of them would want to sleep with you. Stop twisting my words."

"I've been with five, Rachel.", Quinn finally revealed. "I don't really like comparing..but…I guess that's the thing. No one can compare to you. You completely unhinge me", the blonde ended with a blush slowly taking over her cheeks. "Eventually, I just stopped trying. It was a futile effort."

Bashful Quinn decided to show up.

For about five seconds.

There has to be a penalty when the biggest metaphorical cockblock is your own girlfriend. Quinn was hoping to get a replay of their epic tryst so she began to kiss Rachel at the hallway and felt victorious when she managed to hover on top of Rachel in her bed for a record ten minutes, tops. They were getting good at this.

That's when she noticed how restless the diva was.

Here's something you need to know about Rachel. When she clears her throat several times in the middle of foreplay, there are no options. You need to stop whatever you're doing, endure the pain and listen to what she has to say.

Now, here's something you need to know about Quinn. She doesn't like being interrupted. And it's about time she shows it.

Ignore switch, on. Let the battle begin.

"You're so hot, Rach", she husked lowly before kissing the sensitive spot on Rachel's neck and reach lower.

The brunette arched her back but placed her hands on Quinn's shoulders and gave a gentle push. "Quinn, we need to—oh, that feels so good"

Quinn -1

Rachel-0

Another push from the brunette. Another flick of the hand from the blonde.

"Oh god… Quinn"

Quinn-2

Rachel-0

"Quinn, we need to—"

An intense kiss and a gentle rock to against her thigh let her feel how wet you are.

Quinn, three. Rachel, ze—

"Lucy Quinn Fabray!"

Four.

Berry for the win.

Because nothing can make Quinn stop at anything except when she is called the way her mother used to do when she's in trouble.

"Rachel", Quinn whined with her forehead resting on Rachel's shoulder and her hand slowly retreating. "Why do you hate me?"

"Don't be silly. I love you very much."

"Then why? I should be doing this", she griped as she cupped the diva's center.

"Because", Rachel gasped then whimpered. "Because I need to talk to you—", Rachel bit her lip and writhed at Quinn's touch. "—about something very—damn it, Quinn. Stop—mmm", she moaned then huffed, "Baby, just fifteen minutes. Please"

Groaning dramatically to emphasize the torture, Quinn gradually let go and gripped a pillow as she rolled to Rachel's side. "This better be so important."

"It is.", Rachel smiled sweetly and smoothed the creases on her girlfriend's forehead. "And I want it out of the way so we can fully enjoy our activities for the night."

"Why can't it be that we practice unbridled passion the whole night and then talk about whatever it is tomorrow?"

"Because we're used to thinking that way and we end up forgetting about the talking part. Like what you said earlier. Look", Rachel scooted closer and kissed the blonde's lips. "I absolutely appreciate this sexually confident Quinn and I plan to abuse that my whole life. Just please, I need to talk to you about this."

"Okay", Quinn sighed then stuffed a pillow in between them.

"Seriously?", Rachel laughed.

The taller girl nodded somberly. "Seriously"

"Fine", Rachel giggled then stared intensely at her girlfriend. "So, what I mentioned earlier. I met up with an agent who was recommended by one of our acting mentors at NYADA. I'm about to graduate and so, parental financial support won't come often, so while waiting for theater work, I could, you know, maybe land TV work", she smiled shyly, "like be one of the victims in Law and Order SVU."

Quinn nodded in understanding and smiled back. Not that she'd be thrilled to see Rachel pretend to be dead, but hey, an acting gig is an acting gig. Plus that Olivia Benson girl was still hot, so maybe Rachel can get a photo and an autograph.

"And with the cost of living expense…renting a place in Upper East alone is not cheap."

Oh.

This is it.

"So…I was wondering…I mean, I know the commute is terrible.."

Yes, it is. I hate the subway, Rachel. I really do.

"And it's difficult to just change locations when we've built our lives on a particular neighborhood"

Yes. I have a community here, Rachel. I actually know the people around here.

"But I was hoping…you'd let me move in with you."

Come again?

"You'd move in. Here. In Bronx.", Quinn said in a disbelieving tone.

Rachel worried her lip and nodded. "I would really understand if you think it's not a good idea or that we're doing things fast again. But—"

"No, I don't think it's a bad idea, Rach. I like it, actually.", the blonde smiled and took the diva's hand. "I'm just…really? Here in Bronx?"

"There's nothing wrong with this area."

"Of course. I just meant, your work will be in Broadway."

"There are probably thousands of people who work in Manhattan but go live elsewhere. I don't have to stay there just so I can find work there. Besides giving me a cheaper, practical living option, the biggest driving force is really, I just want to come home to you every day, Quinn."

"You don't have to be the one to move here, I can just move back. That would be easier for you to—"

"I don't want it easy, Quinn", Rachel kissed the corner of the blonde's lips. "I want to deserve you."

"It doesn't have to be that way"

"Quinn, you're really sweet, and I know you would have gone back to the other borough if I ask you, too. But I'm not oblivious to the fact that you love it here. You're in your element here. Maybe when I get my huge break and become established later on—or if you decide to move to Columbia or NYU—we would consider living back there. But right now, that's not up for discussion"

"You've thought about it, huh?"

"It's been on my mind for some time now, yes"

"But what if you don't like it?"

"If it doesn't work out, then we'll discuss other options. I promise."

"You are amazing", the blonde sighed.

"I kind of need to be. You've set a high standard before"

"I wasn't that good."

"You were a lot better than me."

"So, this is about competition?", Quinn chuckled then raised her eyebrow.

"No, I'll let you and Santana play that game. This is about me not giving you any more reason to leave me. It's purely selfish, but", she shrugged, "I'm selfish. What can I do?"

Quinn's smile was from ear to ear. "This place is a bit small for two"

"It's very cozy."

"And my bed's really just for one person"

"I like to cuddle with you a lot"

"And I run early morning"

"I've read the benefits of running. I'm thinking of taking it up, too"

"That means I can't make you breakfast"

"Ah, well. Then I should stick to yoga and make you breakfast. Got any more excuse?"

"I went back to eating bacon."

"I told you before, I can cook it, I just won't eat it."

"I guess I've ran out of reasons"

"When should I start packing, then?"

"Tomorrow"

"My fifteen minutes is up"

"I'm rather enjoying this conversation"

A/N: Oh, wow. One more chapter and we'll end this journey. After I upload it (soon) I'll definitely revisit the chapters for editing (grammar, typos and stuff, nothing significant enough to change anything in the story), so you might see an inserted sentence or two, but that's just about it.

New Haven metro passes. Don't we just all wish to have a friend who will spend that much just so we can see them?