Author's Note: Thank you, thank you, a million thank you's for all your reviews. A few notes about this chapter: First, I realized that all of my stories really are in one world, so I reference some characters from other stories in here. You don't need to read the other stories to understand, but I just wanted to clarify. Second, epic body shots are still influencing my writing. Third, each day in Big Bear will be divided into a chapter, so here goes day one!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and thank you for continuing to read and review!

Quinn loved her sister the way that many people love their siblings. You love them because you grew up with them. Somehow, however, two people raised by the same parents can grow up to be so different. She hated leaving her children with her, but in this case, she really had no choice.

"So, you're going on a 'girls' retreat?" Her sister said, using air quotes, as she walked her out of the house. Quinn simply nodded. "Aren't Brittany and Santana lesbians?" Her sister asked.

"Yes," Quinn said, nodding, "and if you remember correctly from homophobia 101, lesbians are homosexual females. Hence our ability to have a girls' weekend. They are still females, just females who sleep with each other." Her sister rolled her eyes. "Just don't let anything happen to my kids, okay?" Quinn said and drove off.

Rachel wasn't ready when she got Quinn's text that she was turning on to her street. Rachel glanced at the clock, it read 3:15, meaning she had a little less than 5 minutes to be outside because she knew Quinn hated parking at her place. She had packed her luggage the night before, knowing that she was going to be panicked about seeing Quinn for the first time in two weeks. She looked in the mirror and the curling iron through her hair once more. She looked at herself in the eye.

"You can do this," she said aloud to her reflection. "You are an actress, you can say anything you want and make it sound believable, Rachel Berry. This should be a piece of cake, because at least what you're saying this time is true." Rachel reapplied her lip gloss. "Plus you look amazing," she said to her reflection. She silently went over the speech she had prepared in her head. She just hoped that she got to speak first. She glanced at the clock, it read 3:25. She quickly unplugged the hair curler and shut the lights. Great, the weekend hadn't even begun, but Quinn was already going to be mad that she was late. She ran down the stairs and out onto the sidewalk in front of her building. Much to her surprise, Quinn was not waiting like she had thought. She dug into her pocket for her phone, expecting to find a slew of angry text messages, but instead just one text from Sarah. Rachel had asked her to give her a second chance, and she had reluctantly agreed. They had gone out on two surprisingly nice, and intentionally Quinn free, dates in the last two weeks. Rachel suspected that Sarah wasn't the happiest about her going on this trip, but seemed to be giving Rachel the benefit of the doubt.

Sarah Williams:

Hey, you. Hope you have fun

on your trip, although I'm

not gonna lie, we'll miss you at

Roller Derby. ;) Tell everyone hi!

Sent Friday, September 5 3:30pm

As Rachel looked up from her phone, Quinn pulled up against the curb.

"You said you were on my street 15 minutes ago," Rachel pointed out, annoyed, as she threw her bag in the trunk and climbed into the passenger's seat.

"Well, you're always late for things like this, Rachel, and there's never any parking on your street so I thought that this made the most sense." Quinn defended.

"Lying made the most sense?" Rachel asked. Quinn shrugged. They sat in silence.

"Your hair looks nice," Quinn said.

"Thanks. I did your trick—flat iron, then curl." Rachel replied. Quinn smiled. They continued to sit in silence.

"Are you sure you're okay that we're still going on this trip?" Quinn asked.

"Of course," Rachel said quickly. "Are you okay?"

"Definitely," Quinn said, even faster than Rachel.

"This is going to be fun. I think we just needed a couple of weeks to get our heads back on straight. We were just hanging out too much and it got confusing. I'm really glad we've gotten to be such good friends, Quinn, but what happened was a mistake, and borne out of alcohol and a weird codependency issue." Rachel said. It wasn't exactly her speech, but at least she got the gist of it out.

"Definitely. It was just unhealthy codependency." Quinn said.

"Definitely," Rachel said. The rest of the ride to Rita's was silent.

When they pulled in front of Rita's house, Brittany was juggling a car seat and two diaper bags on the front lawn. Quinn honked at her and Brittany jumped and dropped everything on the ground. She came over to the car.

"You need help with all that stuff?" Quinn asked Brittany. Brittany shook her head.

"San's already inside with the babies. This is the third trip I've made for their stuff while San goes over the routine with Rita….she's not handling this so well…" Brittany said, trailing off.

"You're sure you don't need help, B?"

"No, anymore people will probably just stress her out. I think it will only be another five minutes. Santana has already been lecturing her for 20, I'm just going to drop the bags off and then we can go." Quinn nodded and Brittany gathered the bags and went into the house.

Five minutes of silence passed and Brittany and Santana were still not back. Quinn had fiddled with the radio for awhile before giving up with a groan.

"Should we go in there and get them?" Rachel asked.

"No, Brittany's probably right. If Santana's having a freak out, we'll probably make it worse." They continued to sit in silence.

"So…what have you been up to?" Rachel finally asked.

"The usual," Quinn said. "The kids are back in school. Harper had her first day at Kindergarten, which was obviously, sad and exciting all at once."

"I wish I had been there!" Rachel said genuinely, but immediately regretted it. Quinn grinned over at her.

"You should have been there! She wore that silly dress you bought her with the ponies on it. She insisted," Quinn chuckled. "You know Harper though, Ms. Independent. She ran in without a second look at boring mom."

"I'm sure it was hard for her too, Quinn," Rachel said softly. They sat in silence for a moment.

"What have you been up to?"

"I've spent a lot of time on set…we're in the home stretch, so it's been busy. A lot of ADR, you know, since it's a musical. Other than that not much…I had dinner with Mercedes and James and it sounds like they've decided to try to start a family."

"That's great," Quinn said. Rachel nodded.

"Had dinner with Brittany and Santana once. I went out with Sarah a couple of times…"

"Oh…" Quinn said. There was a brief pause. "What did you guys do?"

"We had dinner at Cru one night and then saw the Derby Dolls, and last Saturday we went to a screening at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery." Rachel said. Quinn's smile was a little sad, or a little nostalgic, Rachel couldn't figure out which.

"I love those. Brittany, Santana, Justin and I used to always go. It's one of my favorite things to do in LA. Sweet Charity was playing last Saturday, right?"

"Yeah," Rachel said, with a question in her voice that Quinn picked up on.

"It's one of my favorite movies, and it's probably the only musical I've ever seen without you," Quinn said.

"Really?" Rachel asked. "You like Sweet Charity?" Rachel asked. Quinn shrugged.

"Well, I wish I could say it was for some intellectual reason, like a love of Shirley MacLaine, or an obsession with Fellini, or an attempt to learn some Fosse. But, alas, it is born out of a love for Beyonce." Quinn admitted.

"Oh. My. God." Rachel said. Quinn looked at her skeptically. "You have got to be the first person I've ever met who is aware that Beyonce's "Get Me Bodied" video is based on the "Rich Man's Frug" from Sweet Charity." Rachel looked flabbergasted at her friend.

"What can I say…" Quinn shrugged again. "I really love Beyonce."

"I mean…she's a performing genius," Rachel agreed. They both laughed. Things weren't totally back to normal, but at least there weren't anymore awkward silences as they sat in the car.

"We've never left them for this amount of time before," Santana said, holding tightly to both of her children in the foyer of her Aunt Rita's house. "Did I leave you all the contact numbers you can reach us at?" Rita nodded.

"You gave me your cell, Brittany's cell, Rachel's cell and Quinn's cell, the landline at the house, as well as the number for the Big Bear Police and Fire Departments." Santana nodded.

"And the pediatricians phone number?"

"Have it."

"And you know they're teething so you have the teething rings and those weird teething bars, right?" Santana nuzzled her face into her son's head.

"Yes, Santana."

"And Olivia's favorite duck? And you know the rain machine settings?"

"Santana, I'm pretty sure that everything is in this 15 page guide you gave me and then read through with me for thirty minutes," Rita said, holding up a stapled and laminated packet that Santana had given her. "You know, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of children. I have two of my own."

"I seem to remember a summer where you were in charge of me and Brittany that makes me doubt my faith in your childrearing abilities, Rita."

"Oh come on, Peep. You were 17 years old, not 14 months. I'm obviously not going to take the babies to a Pride Parade. Besides, Pride was like two months ago," Rita said, smirking. Brittany shot Rita a look.

"Not helping," she mouthed to her. Rita smirked that signature Lopez smirk. "Baby," Brittany said to Santana, looking into her wife's eyes. "They're going to be fine. They're not made of porcelain, and Rita is completely capable of taking care of them. I promise you, they will be fine, and if anything happens, which it won't, Rita has about 15 million ways of getting in touch with us okay?" Santana nodded, nuzzling her head into Olivia. "Now, it's time we go take care of us," Brittany said, kissing Santana on the cheek and taking Olivia from her and handing her to Rita, and then doing the same with Nico. She held tightly to Santana's hand.

"Thanks so much, Rita," Santana finally said. Rita simply nodded. "And you know that your mama and mami love you so much and we'll be back so soon and we will miss you so much." Rita rolled her eyes at Brittany who laughed out loud.

"Time to go, San," Brittany said, lightly kissing both of her children on the cheek. "And thanks Rita, see you Monday!" Brittany said as she dragged Santana out the door, who was still trying to tell the twins how much she loved them.

Brittany and Santana climbed into Quinn's car.

"You know you've been gone for 37 minutes?" Quinn said.

"You said, 5 minutes, just gonna drop the bags off then we can go." Rachel said. Santana didn't say anything, just crossed her arms and looked out the window.

"It would have been 5 minutes," Brittany said, "if San hadn't made a laminated, 15 page guide on how to take care of twins." Santana glared at Brittany and then at Quinn's reflection in the rearview mirror.

"Look…we've never left them before okay. I was just being thorough…besides, I thought that you, of all people, Berry, would appreciate this."

"I didn't say anything, Santana," Rachel countered. Santana just crossed her hand across her chest and pouted. They drove in silence for about an hour.

"So…I left my kids with my sister." Quinn began, finally breaking the silence.

"We all know that, Q," Santana said, still annoyed.

"And…I don't know what to do with her homophobic ass."

"I don't understand how people are still homophobic in this day and age," Rachel said.

"Seriously," said Quinn.

"Whatever," said Santana.

"How can you say 'whatever', Santana?" Rachel shot back at Santana. I mean, this stuff directly affects you.

"I mean, do you really think people stopped being racist after we had President Obama for eight years? No," Santana answered her own questions, "I'm a quarter black, a quarter white, and half Puerto Rican. People still judged me by all the stereotypes about black and Latina people," Santana said. Rachel looked back at her questioningly. "My father is a Doctor, for Christsakes."

"Well, to be honest," Quinn interjected, "you kind of bring it on yourself when you insist on using your 'ghetto' voice." Santana scowled.

"I'm just saying, just because we have Ms. Condi Rice as president doesn't mean that people are all of a sudden going to be like, 'black is great! Women are equal! Lesbians are fun and make good foreign policy decisions!'"

"She has a point," Rachel said.

"Besides, I didn't vote for her…" Santana concluded, "crazy black lesbian Republican cutting social programs. Fuck her. And fuck all of you." Santana said, laying her head on Brittany's shoulder.

"I think she's still upset about us making fun of her for laminating," Brittany said quietly, petting Santana's head. They were silent for the rest of the drive.

The sun was setting when they finally arrived in Big Bear.

"I love Big Bear," Brittany said with a grin as they grabbed their bags and walked toward the house.

"Okay," Quinn said, as she unlocked the door and they walked into the house. "B, S, you can take your normal room, I'll take the master bedroom, and Rach, you can take the smaller bedroom," Quinn said. Brittany skipped toward the back of the house while Santana followed, carrying all of their bags. "Follow me, Rach," Quinn said, leading Quinn toward the bedroom Rachel would be staying in. "Here you go," Quinn said, opening the door, "the newly furnished guest room—dammit!" Quinn said once the room was finally opened. She stormed out, pulling her phone out of her pocket. Rachel looked in. The room only contained a crib and a small child-sized bed. Rachel walked into the living room where Quinn was pacing back and forth on the phone.

"I thought you said you had the new furniture delivered, Justin!"

"I did," came Justin's yelling voice on the other side of the line, "I just did the saver shipping though…I didn't realize you had a timeline."

"Well now I'm here with Brittany, Santana, and Rachel, and Rachel has nowhere to sleep."

"Well why don't you just bunk together?" Justin asked. "That's what you girls do anyway on these girls' trips, right?" Quinn didn't know how to answer so she just hung up the phone. It took her a moment before she noticed Rachel standing in the doorway.

"I'm sorry, Rach. He was supposed to have the new furniture delivered by now."

"It's okay," Rachel said. "I can just sleep on the couch."

"Nonsense, you're my guest, I'll sleep on the couch and you can sleep in my room."

"I can't kick you out of your room."

"It's really no big deal."

"Tell you what, why don't we deal with it when it's time for bed."

Rachel and Brittany were making dinner and Santana and Quinn were talking outside by the lake.

"Thanks for inviting us, Q," Santana said. "B's so excited…I haven't seen her like this in ages."

"Of course. I'm really glad you guys could come." They sat in silence, taking in the fresh air outside of the smog of Los Angeles.

"Are things okay with you and Rachel?"

"Why?" Quinn asked.

"I don't know…you guys are just acting differently than normal…"

"I mean…we had a conversation a little while about how our friendship was getting a little too codependent. You're probably just picking up on that." Santana just nodded.

"You know…I know I'm not like…the best person to talk to, Q," Santana began. "But I hope you know, that if you have anything you need to talk to me about, that I'll be here…I really love you, Q, and it's obvious how unhappy you are right now." Quinn nodded and grabbed her friend's hand and squeeze it tightly. The two sat in silence for about fifteen minutes, just holding hands.

"When did you know you were gay, San?" Quinn asked.

"I think I always knew."

"How is that possible?"

"Well, not on a cognizant level, of course. But I remember in 3rd grade sitting at an assembly next to the 5th graders wondering if everyone thought about their boobs all the time." Santana paused, thinking. "And I remember getting dressed up whenever I knew my hot blond babysitter was coming over. I remember watching TV when I was 11 and someone said that 10% of the population was gay and wondering how I got those odds."

"No, but when did you start acknowledging those feelings?"

"I don't know," Santana said, honestly. "I know that at some point I became aware of the fact that all I did was think about Brittany. I realized that on nights that I didn't sleep with her I felt empty. Around the same time I realized that I was a little too invested in the lives of lesbian characters on TV, and too obsessed with female celebrities. It took years for all of the pieces to fit together, but like I said, the pieces were always there, it just took me awhile to make sense of them all."

"DINNER!" Brittany yelled, poking her head out of the door. They both stood up, and Santana walked behind her friend for dinner. As they entered the house, Santana tried to put her bitch face on, or really any face on, that would hide her worried face. Though she would never admit it aloud, at least to anyone other than Brittany, Santana was worried for Quinn. She couldn't kick the nagging thought that the only people who had ever asked her how she knew she was gay were other gay people.

In her infinite wisdom, as Santana repeatedly pointed out to the group, Santana made sure to bring two bottles of champagne for their first night there. Rachel had insisted on a game of charades so Santana thought this was the perfect time to pop the first bottle. By ten, they were in round 17 and halfway through the second bottle.

Brittany made the movie signal and then imitated her heart beating out of her chest. She pointed at Santana.

"The Incredibly True Adventures of Two Girls in Love!" Santana yelled. Brittany squealed and pulled her wife in for a kiss. Rachel rolled her eyes and jumped up. It was her turn again. She jumped up and made the book signal. She walked around the room fake coughing, but no one caught on. She faked her heart beating out of her chest, which had become the universal signal for love over the course of the night.

"Love!" Brittany screamed. Rachel pointed at her smiling. She then tapped on her wrist and looked at it a few times. Seeing the confused faces, she resumed coughing.

"Time!" Santana yelled. "What the hell was that supposed to be, Berry?"

"Love in the Time of Cholera," Rachel said, defeated, taking a seat on the couch.

"It was terrible," Santana said jumping up. She made the movie sign and then sat on the ground, slouched over, and pretended to inject her vein.

"GIA!" Brittany yelled.

"How do they do this?" Rachel asked.

"I think I've caught on to them," Quinn replied to Rachel. "They've run out of ideas and are getting desperate. They're only doing lesbian movies…" Quinn whispered. "We'll counter them with musicals…it's my turn!" Quinn yelled. She stood up and pretended to put a hat on her head. She then pretended to unroll a scroll, light a candle and look at the sky.

"YENTL!" Rachel yelled. They high-fived. Brittany got up again, made the movie sign and began to do a cheerleading move.

"BUT I'M A CHEERLEADER!" Quinn yelled. Santana looked defeated. Quinn looked smug.

"I'm sick of this game," Santana said over to Quinn.

"Why, because I realized you're lesbian cheaters?" Quinn said.

"Don't make me point out the fact that you just got that lesbian movie…"

"Don't make me fight you, Satan," Quinn said.

"Because that ended so well the last time we fought in this living room?" Santana asked. Quinn lunged from her position on the couch over to Santana and in the process spilled her and Santana's champagne, soaking the couch.

"I think, maybe, it's time for bed, ladies," Rachel said. Brittany nodded. She didn't take a second thought pulling Santana off of the couch and walking toward their room, leaving Rachel and Quinn standing awkwardly.

"I'll take the couch," Quinn said.

"The couch is soaked," Rachel replied, gesturing to the champagne soaked couch.

"Well then I'll take the floor."

"That's ridiculous, Quinn, we worked our stuff out, we'll be fine. Besides, your bed is huge, we can definitely sleep on our opposite ends," Rachel said as they walked toward the bedroom.

"You're right," Quinn said as they entered. I'm being ridiculous." Quinn said as they entered the living room. Both women changed in opposite corners, looking away from one another. Once they were changed, Quinn looked awkwardly at the bed. Rachel caught on to her trepidation.

"It's fine, Quinn, we already talked about the fact that the other night was just us being confused, lonely, and thus codependent, plus, your bed is huge! We won't even be near one another." Rachel said, feigning optimism about the situation. In truth, she wasn't sure that she'd be able to sleep this weekend with Quinn sleeping so close to her.

"And…maybe you could sleep in more clothes?" Quinn asked, nervously, eyeing Rachel in her little shorts and tank top. Rachel blushed.

"But it's hot in here, Quinn. Brittany was cold so Santana turned the temperature up to like 70."

"I can fix that," Quinn said. She left the room and suddenly a blast of cold air came shooting through the vents. Quinn returned. "Air conditioner," she said, grinning. "Besides, Santana and Brittany are probably too busy having sex right now to notice the change in temperature." Rachel reached in her suitcase and pulled on sweatpants and a sweatshirt over her clothes.

"Okay! Great! This is going to be great!" Rachel said as she climbed into bed after Quinn, both women clinging desperately to their respective edges. Quinn shut the light. She stared up at the ceiling. Since Justin had the skylights installed, falling asleep in her room felt like camping. Especially since it was so cold. Quinn shivered, wishing she had more blankets to deal with the need to keep the inside of the house at sub zero degrees.

"It's really really cold in here now," Rachel giggled. Quinn turned to see that Rachel also had not yet fallen asleep and was staring up into the night sky. Quinn giggled too.

Brittany and Santana had been making out for about 15 minutes, ever since the four women had decided to go to bed.

"It's nice, don't you think, San, to get to make out slowly like this and not have to worry that the babies are going to be awake in any moment?" Brittany said between kisses.

"Mmhmm," Santana said.

"I always loved your sweet lady kisses," Brittany said. Santana laughed.

"I don't think I've heard you say that since high school," Santana said. She gently pushed her wife back so that they were facing each other on the bed. It was still impossible for them, after 15 years of sex, to simply make out without it turning into something more. Their kisses deepened and Brittany let out a small moan as Santana slipped her leg between Brittany's. She found herself on top of her wife, rocking her hips in a steady rhythm as she kissed along Brittany's collarbone and neck.

"I want this off," Santana said, tugging at the hem of Brittany's shirt. Brittany stopped her. Santana looked into Brittany's bright blue eyes, clearly very confused. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong…it's just…" Santana furrowed her brow with worry. Brittany never stopped sex.

"Baby, tell me, did I do something?" Santana asked.

"No, no, it's just…does it seem super cold in here right now?" Santana thought for a moment. It did seem a little bit chilly. She was just so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn't notice the change in the temperature. "I'm freezing, I don't know if I can take my clothes off."

"Don't worry, B, I'll keep you warm," Santana said smirking, "and I'll make sure the blankets are pulled up around us, just in case," she said, as she removed her wife's shirt and continued her ministrations.

"Feel my feet," Quinn said, extending her leg over to Rachel's feet. Rachel squealed.

"Quinn! They're like icicles. But they're not as bad as my hands," Rachel said, touching her hand lightly to Quinn's cheek. It was Quinn's turn to squeal.

"Jesus, Rach!" She said, taking Rachel's hand from her cheek and gently massaging it, trying to warm her hand. "It's clear out tonight," Quinn said, looking up at the stars. "You can see Ursa Major and Minor, I even think you can see Delphinus. I didn't even think it was possible to see Delphinus in this part of the country." Rachel laughed.

"I didn't know you were so into astronomy, Quinn." Quinn shrugged. "I think the only one I recognize is the Big Dipper."

"That's part of Ursa Major," Quinn said softly, still rubbing her thumb on the back of Rachel's hand. "I'm surprised you don't know this, you know, with your obsession with stars."

"Different kinds of stars," Rachel said softly. Quinn rolled over so that she was facing Rachel, still holding her hand. She turned her face up to the skylight, still in the fetal position.

"See, the brightest one at the top corner of the big dipper is the arch in the bear's back," she said, using Rachel's hand as a guide to trace the bear in the sky. "And that's his nose," she moves Rachel's hand again, "his paws, and the end of his tail." Rachel was vaguely aware that both of them had somehow migrated closer to the center of the bed during Quinn's astronomy lesson. So close, in fact, that Quinn's curled up knees grazed Rachel's hips.

"Which one is Delphinus?" Rachel asked.

"Delphinus was my favorite when I was a kid," Quinn said. "It means dolphin," she pointed to the sky with Rachel's hand again. "That is its nose…and that bright one there is its top fin, and the three in the diagonal are its tail…" Rachel turned to face Quinn, their knees knocking together.

"Why was that one your favorite?" Rachel asked.

"I liked the story," Quinn said.

"What was the story?" Rachel asked. Their hands had separated and Quinn pushed a strand of Rachel's hair out of her eyes, and then allowed her fingers to move absentmindedly through Rachel's dark hair.

"There was a poet and a musician named Arion. He had been traveling the world playing his harp and singing, and no matter where he went, everyone wanted to see him. My dad used to call him the Brittany Spears of antiquity." Rachel laughed. "Anyway, Arion hired a boat since he had accumulated so much money on his world tour to return home. One night, the crew decided that they'd rather split his wealth than take the measly pay he was giving them so they tied him up and forced him to walk the plank. He begged with them to let him sing one last song before he died, so they gave him a harp and he sang with the desperation of a man about to die. When the song ended, the sailors pushed him off the plank." The light from the moon was shining through the skylight and reflected off of Rachel's dark eyes. Their eyes remained locked together, but Quinn was finding it more and more difficult to continue with her story. That familiar burning in her stomach, the one she had convinced herself had been extinguished in the last two weeks, was returning. "The dolphins in the waters off of Sicily, however," Quinn continued, "had not heard enough of Arion's singing and came to his rescue. The largest of the dolphins, Delphinus, hoisted Arion on to his back and the dolphins took him all the way back to Greece. The gods heard of the Delphinus' brave feat and they were so pleased that Arion's music could live on that they raised him up so he could eternally swim among the stars, singing Arion's melodies."

"That was a lovely story, Quinn," Rachel said, her heart was racing in her chest as Quinn continued to play with her hair, her hand straying down Rachel's hairline and tracing the outline of her chin.

"You're warm, Rach," Quinn said, only now realizing how close the two had become on the bed. Their legs tangled together and Quinn could feel Rachel's breath on her skin.

"It was too cold," Rachel said slowly, as her hand slipped around Rachel's waist.

"This is better," Quinn said, now cupping Rachel's cheek.

"Yeah," Rachel said in a whisper, as their foreheads pressed together.

"I think it's the body heat," Quinn said as Rachel tightened her grip on Quinn's waist, which forced Rachel's leg in between Quinn's. Quinn moaned. At the sound, both womens' eyes opened wide.

"Body pillow! I have a body pillow!" Quinn yelled excitedly, jumping out of the bed so quickly she nearly fell to the ground.

"And I'll turn up the heat!" Rachel said. "Around 75 should do it, right?"

Ten minutes later, Rachel and Quinn were again on opposite sides of the bed, this time in shorts and t-shirts, but with the body pillow between them it didn't really matter. The blankets were in a pile on the floor and Rachel was actually sweating.

"Hey, Rach," Quinn said, from the other side of the barrier.

"Hmm?" Rachel mumbled out.

"I forgot the best part of the story. Arion was from the Greek Island of Lesbos!" Rachel burst out into loud laughter.

"Maybe Brittany's right," Rachel said. "Dolphins may just be gay sharks." The two women laughed loudly together. It took a little longer than usual, but eventually both fell asleep.

Santana could feel Brittany writhing beneath her, her moans growing louder and more frequent. Her thighs were shuddering involuntarily, and Santana knew that meant that she shouldn't stop now.

"Oh, Jesus, Santana," Brittany cried, pushing down on Santana's head. "Fuck, San," she shuddered out. Santana knew she shouldn't stop, but she couldn't breathe. She was starting to panic. Her face had never felt so hot before, and she was pretty sure she had stopped breathing. Brittany would be mad if she stopped, but Brittany would be more mad if she died. Brittany groaned as Santana lifted her head out from under the three blankets covering her head and wiped her mouth.

"I'm so sorry, B," she said quickly shoving the blankets onto the ground. "It just got so hot under there, I think I might be dying," Brittany's look of annoyance quickly turned to one of concern when she was that Santana was bright red (which was hard for someone of her complexion) and completely drenched in sweat. It looked like she had just come out of the swimming pool. Santana's eyes were wide with panic.

"It's okay, baby. I think it just got really hot though, I don't think you're dying," Brittany said, realizing that she too was covered in a thick layer of sweat.

"Hold on," Santana said, getting up and wrapping a sheet around her for modesty as she left their bedroom. A few minutes later she came back, holding a bowl.

"Did you get food?" Brittany asked her wife incredulously. It was one thing to stop for a moment because of the unpredictable nature of the temperature in Quinn's house, but it was quite another to take a food break. Fortunately, Santana shook her head and placed the bowl by the bed. She took out one ice cube and held it in her mouth before kissing Brittany, her tongue now cold. Brittany shuddered as Santana dragged the ice down the center of her body and made circles around her nipples with the cube. Brittany moaned.

"I need you, San, please," she groaned, reminding Santana of what she had been doing before she nearly passed out from heat stroke. She licked the ice cube and began placing small, icy, kisses down the center of Brittany's body. She held it in her mouth for a moment, smirking as Brittany bucked her hips towards her wife's face, which was now so close.

"At least we can use this heat to our advantage," Santana said, moving lower on her wife's body. Brittany let out a loud moan.

"Jesus, Santana," Brittany cried. Santana smirked. The heat was definitely working to her advantage.