A/N: How adorable has Glee been lately. Here's a slightly fluffy chapter to celebrate all the fun stuff Glee has been doing. Spoilers for Season 5 if you haven't been watching.

Chapter 13

Hey, sweetie. I just wanted to say hi! I've got a huge paper due today and my study group runs late, so my phone will be off tonight. Break a leg at rehearsal and I'll call you this weekend! - Q.

Rachel smiled at the text on her phone. Ever since she and Quinn had spent the weekend together, the blonde made an effort to call or text everyday and email weekly. She was attentive, but not smothering and Rachel could feel her walls crumbling under the gentle attention.

It had been a hectic few weeks. Blaine and Sam had visited looking for college options, Kurt had been pushing the band, and the diva was also contending with school and Funny Girl. So much had happened in such a short time.

Blaine and Sam's visit had been wonderful. It had been fun singing with her old glee pals and helping Sam with his photo shoot. Even the brief dance with Sam had taken her mind off of her stress. Kurt's band had performed its first gig and booked its second. Finals were looming, rehearsals were getting more intense, but despite everything, all Rachel could think about lately was Quinn.

She kept daydreaming about their weekend together. The blonde had taken her on a perfect date and they weren't even together. Glancing at her phone, she sighed. There was still a lot of work to do. She mentally gathered her thoughts and sat on the couch to get to work. She had rehearsal later and she wanted to be perfect, so the next few hours would be devoted to memorizing lines.

The diva was bent over her script, highlighting her lines and making notes in the margins. Every week, she took her copy of the script and compared the scenes she was working on to ones from the movie. She wrote out ways she could emulate the great Barbara Streisand and ways she could infuse herself into the character. Rachel wanted to do her best, but after the wig debacle, she was learning to run things by her director first.

A few hours later and Rachel was on the subway headed to rehearsal. They were working on a new scene today. The director wanted to get the blocking down and check their progress on dialogue. He was temperamental and critical, but he wanted the best out of his performers. More than once Rachel was grateful for Ms. July's harsh teaching methods and criticisms, because the experience helped avoid problems with his nitpicking.

By the time the director was satisfied with everything it was almost midnight. The diva was beyond grateful that she didn't have class on the weekends. Wary of the subway at night, Rachel hailed a cab to get home.

The apartment was quiet when she finally made it home and she was grateful for the silence. Rehearsal and the trek across town had exhausted the little brunette. The walk was a bit intense and she often had her rape whistle and pepper spray at the ready. She wearily rode the rickety elevator to her floor and padded down the hallway to her door. Rachel kicked off her shoes and trudged to her room before falling on her bed. She was craving the soft comfort of her mattress and was completely unprepared for what she found instead. The brunette yelped when she landed on a hard lump that was under the covers. She grabbed her comforter and ripped it off the bed exposing the now awake Quinn Fabray, who was rubbing her eyes in annoyance. Without thinking, Rachel leaped onto the blonde and smothered her in a hug.

Quinn's grumpy pout smoothed into a beaming smile as she relished holding the brunette. Her surprise had been well executed. She had worked extra hard this week to make it to New York. She had finished her paper early and blown off her study group because she missed Rachel and wanted to see her.

Rachel pulled back slightly, but stayed in the protective circle of Quinn's arms. She felt her shoulders loosen as the tension of the day melted under the blonde's molten gaze. Their eyes met and held for several moments. Rachel felt a flutter in her belly when Quinn tore her gaze away only to zero in on her lips. She abruptly sat up, "I...I've got to take a shower. I'm covered in taxi and subway germs."

Quinn smiled wickedly and Rachel felt her pulse spike. "I'll wait. I'm not going anywhere."

The brunette forced herself away from the blonde and quickly ran through her nightly routine. Twenty minutes later, she was showered and moisturized and had brushed her teeth. She faltered for a moment over what pajamas to wear, but settled on a white tank-top and tight red shorts.

True to her word, Quinn was still there, sitting in bed with a book in her lap. Rachel took a moment to appreciate the scene. Soft lamplight highlighted the blonde, who looked adorable in reading glasses with her long, unkempt hair flowing past her jaw. A creak in the floorboards had Quinn glancing up at Rachel, who shivered at the emotion in rapidly darkening hazel eyes. Unconsciously she moved toward the blonde and crawled into bed. Quinn immediately reached for the diva and pulled her into an embrace. They cuddled together for a few minutes before Rachel found her powers of speech.

"I thought you were busy tonight."

Quinn chuckled. "I wanted to surprise you. I also knew you were busy and didn't want to get in the way of your schedule. You would have wanted to meet me if I'd told you I was coming."

Rachel pressed closer to the blonde and sighed contentedly as she nodded. The soft aroma of lavender and vanilla wafting off of the blonde was relaxing and lulling her to sleep. "I'm off tomorrow," the diva murmured hopefully as she stifled a yawn.

"I know. I checked your schedule and verified it with Santana. We can spend the whole day together!I've just really missed you and I wanted to visit so we could..." Quinn trailed off at the light snore from the tiny brunette. She reverently brushed damp, silky hair away from the Rachel's face before pressing her lips to the sleeping girl's cool cheek. Trying to not wake the brunette, the blonde shifted carefully to get comfortable and closed her eyes to follow Rachel into dreamland.

A/N: Slightly fluffy chapter. Warning for angst ahead. Rachel takes a step towards Quinn, but she may not be as ready as she thinks. Usual disclaimers still apply unless glee has miraculously come under my ownership.