A/N: Overwhelmed, thanks for reviews, favorites, and follows :) I shift my focus on this one, which is currently the shortest among my novels, so here we go~ PS: I am really sorry about my acronyms problem. I have no idea how annoying that is. Sorry again, and hope this revised version will do.

"Quinn, it's very unsafe for you to put Lucy in such heights without two hands' security!" Rachel was worried sick about Lucy, who was giggling on Quinn's shoulders. She put her arms around Quinn as if she was going to catch Lucy any time. Quinn found it was hilarious to see the brunette like some sort of coach watching her gold-medal gymnast doing uneven bars in the Olympics, but she still tried to calm her down by stealing her hand. She had to admit that she started to miss the warmth of her hand.

Quinn tried for another time to grab the brunette's hand and succeed, although the brunette was still complaining something about safety.

Quinn felt she was the luckiest person in the world right now, with her beautiful wife holding her hand and her pretty daughter sitting on her shoulders.

Lucy pulled Quinn's hair as if it was her steel and Quinn was her yacht, "Quinn, can I get a Frozen Yogurt across the street?"

"Sure!"

"No!"

Two voices answered at the same time.

"Quinn!" The brunette smacked the blonde's arm with the hand she was not holding hers and looked up at her daughter, "Lucy Fabray-Berry! You just had a big dinner and three large pieces of chocolate cakes." Speaking of that, Rachel glared at Quinn, who suddenly found the sky interesting. Quinn claimed she ordered three cakes because she forgot that Rachel was a vegan, who couldn't eat chocolate, and she was too full to eat hers after it was served.

"But I want my dessert!" Lucy pouted.

Quinn made a face, "Jesus, the identical pout again! This girl has to be your child, Rachel! I simply couldn't resist it."

Rachel tried to be serious, but she failed to hide her smile at Quinn's words. Eventually, she shook her head, "Fine! Let's go."

Rachel started to drag Quinn by their jointed hands to cross the street, and she didn't need to turn around to know that the other two brats were secretly sharing a big high five with each other behind her back.

These two blonde heads with identical hazel eyes made Rachel the happiest woman in the entire universe.

*FLASHBACK*

Rachel got up from the bed and asked, "Quinn, anywhere I can get fresh?"

"Oh, sure, you can use my bathroom." Quinn opened the door for the diva.

While Rachel was using the bathroom, Quinn threw a yellow T-shirt and a pair of dark jeans. Quinn tried to comb her messy blonde hair with her fingers and nervously inspected her reflection in the mirror.

Quinn nearly jumped at the sound of the door opening, and she turned too quickly that she nearly made a fool out of herself by falling down. The brunette stopped at the track and studied the blonde up and down. Quinn felt so self-conscious that she missed the darker shade in the chocolate irises.

After what seemed like forever, Quinn fleshed a shy smile towards Rachel and walked past her to clean up for the day as well, leaving Rachel struggling from reining herself from launching onto Quinn.

Quinn was brushing her teeth when she heard Rachel calling from outside. "Quinn, could I borrow some of your clothes?"

"Um…sur…" Quinn quickly consented through mouthful foam but started to worry about her fashion taste.

After she washed her face and cleaned up to be presentable, Quinn eventually opened up the door and met up with the brunette in Quinn's clothes. God, she was really hot. Quinn took in the brunette and tried to dismiss the ache in her lower body. She hardly recognized they were her own clothes if the brunette didn't inform her in advance.

A simple white bottom-up shirt ended with a knot around the abdomen, which fleshed the brunette's flat belly from time to time, and a pair of skin-tight short jeans barely hugged her far too touchable ass. Quinn swallowed really hard in order to get back to consciousness.

"I was worrying whether your wardrobe has something my size. I hate to buy clothes in the children's department. I hope you don't mind I make some wrinkles on your clothes." Quinn's eyes subconsciously lingered on the brunette's perfectly toned abdomen barely covered by a knot Rachel was currently pointing at. Quinn did want to smooth the wrinkle but for a totally different reason. Maybe something involved her tongue…

"You can keep them if you want. They look perfect on you." Quinn struggled to recover the ability to speak and smiled ingeniously.

Rachel looked at her intensely for a little longer than necessary.

"Do I have something on my face?" Quinn furiously rubbed her face.

"No," Rachel laughed, "I was just wondering whether I could borrow some of your clothes to wear tonight at our second date."

It took Quinn quite a few seconds to take in the meaning behind Rachel's words.

"We have a date tonight?" Quinn must be grinning like a fool.

"Only if you still want to go on another one with me after last night's drama." Rachel shrugged and played with the end of threads of Quinn's illegally short jeans, which, Quinn needed to be clear, had never been worn again once Quinn hit puberty, but Rachel did not need to know that. She had to stop that action. Quinn found it took all her willpower to tear her eyes away from the toned, long, and heaven-like legs, which Quinn desperately wanted to know what the feeling would be like when they circled around her waist.

"None sense, of course, I could like to, and I love your drama, just for you to know." Quinn didn't want the other girl to think she was rude because it always took a billion light-years for Quinn to answer something the brunette said. Who to blame? Her brain always short-circuited, when Rachel was around, or completely powered off, when she did something, like… right now, biting her lips to ponder.

"But you hate Broadway." Rachel looked at Quinn with a cute pout.

"But I love…" Quinn bit down her tongue hard to prevent her from finishing her sentence. It was too soon for her to say that to Rachel.

Silence fell awkwardly between them.

It was Rachel who broke the silence first.

"I was hoping you would say that since I had already chosen my attire. Pick me up at the theatre at 6 o'clock, would you?" Rachel was biting down on her bottom lip again, a gesture that was slowly drawing Quinn crazy.

"Sure." Quinn returned her smile.

Rachel beamed and kissed Quinn on her cheek, "Second date, my place, my treat."

"Wait!"

"Yes?"

"What do I need to wear? Casual or formal?"

The diva seemed amused, "Quinn, do you have anything formal?"

Quinn blushed, "I could buy one if you want."

Rachel laughed and hugged her, "Easy, I was just teasing. I love your wardrobe, just for you to know. Something casual, please."

"Okay, anything you want, ma'am." Quinn rolled her eyes.

Just as Rachel put her hands on her hips and was about to snap on Quinn's commands, Puck showed up at the door with fingers and a face full of peanut butter, "Hi, Q. Ready for breakfast? I put your ice cream out…"

He didn't get the chance to finish because Quinn immediately kicked the door close right in front of his face to block him out of the vision. However, Rachel still caught it and whipped her head in Quinn's direction, "You call peanut butter and ice cream breakfast?!"

Quinn put her hands behind her back as if she were some school boy caught hands in the cookie jar.

"Anything I can cook?"

Quinn looked down on the floor.

"Seriously, Quinn! It's truly a miracle that you are still alive. Let's find something healthy to eat, alright! You should learn to feed yourself appropriately without murdering both yourself and some random animals." Rachel pulled the door open with one hand and grabbed Quinn's hand on the other and nearly knocked Puck down when she marched out of the apartment to find something to eat in the street.

Strangely, Quinn didn't feel bad at all about leaving her roommate alone to share breakfast with a stunning girl. Wait, did she have a roommate?

"Why do you choose this one?" Quinn was curious.

"Enjoy the time when I can still walk down the street holding your hand without being chased by some fans and paparazzi and having a lovely breakfast under the sun." Rachel stretched a little and looked up to the blue sky.

Quinn looked at Rachel and smiled. "I will be your No. 1 fan, you know, and chase you down whenever and wherever you are."

"Catch me if you can," Rachel smirked and ran to the table.

When they finally settled down nearby café at the corner of the street, Quinn was famished. Nevertheless, she handed the menu to Rachel first, after pulling out her seat for her.

"I always told my friends that manners still exist, but they never believe me." Rachel obviously appreciated Quinn's sweet gesture.

Quinn grimaced, "You should thank my parents, maybe. I was risen up in a very old-fashioned, uptight family, so this is my habit."

"But you can still choose not to be such a 'gentlewoman' if you want because you are no longer under their wings." Rachel was doing the air quote, which Quinn found extremely adorable.

"I want to. For you." Quinn smiled and replied without hesitation.

They held on intense eye contact before a sickly sweet voice waitress broke it. "How can I help you?"

Rachel finished her order and frowned a little at the waitress, whose work dress was a little too sultry for her own good with a low cut in the front, and handed back the menu to Quinn. Quinn ordered without opening the menu, "Cheeseburger with double cheese and extra bacon, and yogurt, please."

Rachel wrinkled her nose in disgust and hissed once the waitress was gone, "Quinn! I brought you out for a healthier lifestyle, not for you to commit another massacre!"

"But… animals were dead before served to my stomach, so technically, I didn't kill them. Maybe you should look at it from a different angle." Quinn was 100 percent focusing on her bacon.

Rachel kicked Quinn under the table to gain Quinn's attention and shot daggers towards Quinn, which made Quinn shrink in her seat.

"My bad." Quinn knew when to shut the fuck up.

Rachel crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked away.

Then Quinn gingerly reached out under the table to touch the brunette's thigh to calm her down and rubbed her feet up and down her bare calf, which worked out perfectly fine. They soon were engaging in small chats.

After dishes were served, Quinn quickly devoured down all her food without any manners, which Rachel found unbelievably cute, as if Rachel was going to throw her food away at any second.

They argued for a moment over whose treat it was before the waitress handed back Quinn her charges.

Everything was perfect until the waitress came by to collect her tips and they were heading back to Quinn's apartment.

"Would you slow down a second, Rachel? What's wrong?" Quinn tried to catch up with the brunette, who angrily left Quinn behind.

"You seriously have no idea?" Rachel harshly stopped, which made Quinn nearly crash into her.

"Nope." Quinn truly had no idea.

"That sultry waitress was fleshing her boobies towards you!" Rachel eventually said frustratingly.

"Which… was my fault?" Quinn raised her left eyebrow.

"Who else would it be? Mine?" Rachel pocked one of her fingers to Quinn's chest.

"No, it's my bad." Quinn shot her hands up high in the air and apologized.

"Sorry, Quinn. I was just… too dramatic." Rachel dramatically signed and admitted with a blush.

"Don't be sorry. I told you I love your dramatic side, right? I mean it. And I love your possessive side, as well. It's kinda turn-on, but…" It was Quinn's turn to blush.

"It's just… it's you, you know. You seem so much like a heartbreaker, and I just…" Rachel covered her face with her hands.

"I won't break yours." Quinn removed her hands and forced Rachel to look at her.

"Promise?" Rachel asked.

Quinn couldn't resist her when she was wearing those huge puppy eyes.

"Promise," Quinn said to Rachel, as well as to herself.

"Then you have to have my heart first," Rachel smirked and ran away.

"Rach!" Quinn ran after the diva.

"I got you!" Quinn held Rachel tightly from behind and smelled the natural aroma of the diva.

Rachel was laughing out of breath, "Okay, okay, what prize do you want?"

Quinn kissed Rachel all over her face and beamed like a child with sparks in her bright hazel eyes, "Can I get a Frozen Yogurt across the street?"

Puck put on a clean-by-Puck's-standard hoodie after showering, when he found the couple was kissing goodbye in the doorway. Puck was truly amazed by the fact that, with those glassy ogles and cheesy nonsense, those two still hadn't fuck each other's brains out.

The small diva kissed Quinn on her lips swiftly again and weaved to the blonde one last time before turning around and walking into the elevator. Quinn still wore that goofy grin after she walked back to the apartment.

"Oh, no, not that smile."

Quinn suddenly realized that she still had a roommate in her apartment. She thought Puck was teasing her, but when she looked up, she knew Puck was serious.

Puck looked straight at Quinn's eyes, "This is not right, Q."

"What is not right?" Quinn knew exactly what was wrong, but she still played dumb, as if it would fool Puck, as well as herself.

"Seriously, Q," Puck shook his head. "We don't do relationships, or you will hurt her in no time."

"I am not doing relationships." Quinn was about to get away, but Puck caught her on the arm.

"You are no good to her. Just remember that." Puck let go of Quinn's arm and walked away.

"Where are you going?"

Puck looked at Quinn incredulously, "You totally forget we have a seminar with Sue, don't you?"

"Of course, I remember."

What scared Quinn the most was the fact that she indeed forgot all about the meeting, along with her name, when the diva kissed her. For the first time in her life, she wondered whether she made a good decision to become a shadow.

*FLASHBACK ENDED*