A/N: First, Lucy is Quinn and Rachel's daughter, and the reason why Lucy doesn't call Quinn "mom" is that Quinn is a spy and Lucy doesn't know Quinn's identity. I will explain more in the following chapters.
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In addition, the timeline is indeed connecting with the previous events. You just need maybe review the previous chapters, since there are two timelines and the flashback and the current events are separating yet connected. Besides, Santana is really necessary, and you will find out in the following plot. Just be patient [~wink~]
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Rachel was staring at Lucy who was falling asleep quickly after the dance in the living room. After she placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead, Rachel quietly moved out of the room and rested in Quinn's comfortable arms.
Quinn placed a kiss on her wife's forehead and quietly stated, "I love you, babe. I love both of you."
"I know." Rachel caressed Quinn's cheeks, and the blonde leaned into her touch.
Quinn kissed the brunette's neck carefully and bit down on the skin above the blade bone, which earned her a groan from Rachel.
Rachel giggled, "Wanna mark me?"
She could feel the blonde smirked into the kiss.
"I want to woo you first," Quinn suddenly became serious and stood back up to look into her wife's eyes.
"For beauty stared with her severity." Kiss. "Cuts beauty off from all posterity." Kiss. "She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair." Kiss. "To merit bliss by making me despair." Suck "She hath forsworn to love." on "And in that" her "vow" flawless "do" neck "I" caringly "live" run "dead" my "that" tongue "live" to "to" lick "tell" the "it" mark "now."
Rachel groaned and roughly pushed the blonde down on the couch.
*FLASHBACK*
Third date.
It was a cloudy day.
Quinn checked the weather report and secretively prayed to God not to rain. She stole a glance from the brunette sitting on the passage seat next to her, who was enjoying the view outside the window.
Quinn smiled to herself and enjoyed the ephemeral silent they shared, since Quinn knew that the brunette was dying inside trying to figure out the place for their third date.
"Quinn?"
Quinn knew it!
"Nah. I am not going to tell you where we are going. Just wait and see."
"It's not fair! You know I hate surprise," Rachel crossed her arms in front of her and pouted.
"Surprise is part of the charm of mystery."
Quinn dabbed the wheel with her fingers nervously, and turning right at the last traffic light. She was anxiously waiting for the diva's reaction.
Rachel's eyes shot brighter than they already were at the crowded street party with throng wearing masks dancing and singing in a circus parade.
She whipped her head to look at Quinn, shaking her head as if she didn't believe this was real, and Quinn just nodded her head and grinned along with the diva.
"Wow! Quinn! I cannot believe this! Did you just bring me to a carnival?" Rachel clapped her hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming in delight.
"How did you know? Usually the festival won't start before January!" The diva had ushered tears in her chestnut eyes. "Wait, how could there be a carnival that I don't even know?"
Quinn shrugged, "I don't know, but I have my own ways. Besides, this is only a one-time carnival. They gathered here this year in States before they moved to Europe."
"I always thought there was a very few carnivals I could attend in the U.S.! The biggest one I think is in San Diego."
"That's why I was seriously considering going to UC San Diego when I was senior in the high school," Quinn lost in her thoughts. She shook her head when she thought back to the time when she was so desperate to leave the wings of her parents and to start a new life.
"I love UC San Diego, and I love the school cafeteria, where students could see the sea while eating, and they have San Diego Zoo, San Diego Zoo Safari Park, and SeaWorld San Diego," Rachel shrieked. She did apply for UC Berkley, not only because they had excellent music programs, but also because it was in the west coast like San Diego.
"And San Diego International Comic-Con!" Quinn was far too excited to shut her mouth about her another stupid hobbit.
Rachel raised her eyebrows, "Wait, you love comic and Cosplay?"
"Nope?" Quinn weakly suggested and blushed. "There are video games and movies as well."
"You are so dorky, just like one of my old friends," Rachel amused, "You two are like twins. I should sometimes introduce you guys to meet. Sam is blonde, tall, strong, dorky, and sweet."
Quinn couldn't help but feel jealous toward this seaweed-head Sam boy, "Sound like you had a crush on him."
"Ugh, gross, Quinn! I didn't have a crush on him!" Rachel faked a gag gesture. "He is as gay as we are, and he was famous for his lipsticks and his hair gel."
Quinn nodded.
"Can you believe he found a beard girlfriend when he told one of the cheerleaders that he actually put lemonade into his hair?" Rachel shook her head, when she thought about her crazy old time.
"She must desperately need a beard boyfriend as well," Quinn stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Quinn, you are a genius!" Rachel could not believe she easily figured out.
Quinn just shrugged.
"So, Quinn, tell me," Rachel had a really teasing smile on her face. "Are you wearing a box with Captain American on it?"
Quinn felt her face was burning, "Rachel!"
Rachel burst into laughter, but eventually she wept away her tears and straightened her position and stated in a serious face, "Quinn. I would find out anyway, sooner or later. Hopefully in a few hours."
The brunette winked at the blonde and intentionally brushed her finger tips across the flyer in front of Quinn's jeans.
Quinn's breath hitched. She murmured under her breath, "Such a tease."
Then, she caught up the brunette, who was dancing along music in the match.
"Have you ever been to a masquerade prom?" Quinn was curious. She was going to take Rachel to an amusement park, but then this more dramatic opportunity appeared, when her old friends from San Diego International Comic-Con informed her about the news. She got the location and maybe drove here a few times to practice and checked on the spot for a while. What? She might go to that festival once or twice during college time, and she might coincidently dress in Captain America's costume. Having said that, if any of you got a problem with that, just no comments!
"No, but going to a masquerade prom at the Carnival of Venice is always on my top To-Do list," Rachel said dreamily.
"Did you know that the Carnival in Venice was first recorded in 1268? The subversive nature of the festival is reflected in Italy's many laws over the past several centuries attempting to restrict celebrations and the wearing of masks, a central feature of the Carnival."
Rachel stared at the blondeas if she had a second head.
"Sorry, I... just," Quinn was embarrassed that she was so comfortable around the diva that she forgot her annoying habit of repeating some information like a text book. "I just sometimes found it hard not to be nerdy."
"No…" Rachel's eyes were full of sparks. "The fact that you were so erudite was such a turn on."
Quinn frowned, "Really? People usually called me 'party pooper'."
"I found it strangely sexy," The diva bit her bottom lip. "I didn't like party as much as they did and I nearly never touched alcohol." She shivered as if she had a really bad experience with alcohol.
"What's your favorite carnival?" Rachel changed the subject.
"The carnival of Cape Verde," Quinn replied without thinking.
"The carnival of Mindelo!" The brunette clapped her hands like a little child.
Quinn nodded. She loved the way they communicated. She loved the fact that she could finally just be herself without worrying about showing too much intelligence and too much "geekness".
"Why do you love this so much?" Quinn was once again pulled by the diva to perform a dance among strangers from all around the country.
"It is so romantic and mysterious. That's exactly how…"
"Romeo and Juliet met," Quinn finished the diva's sentence for her and winked. "You finally admit that you love me."
"You wish, Quinn," Rachel smirked and ran away.
Staring longingly at the diva's back image, Quinn whispered to herself, "I do wish, because I know I do." Then, she goofily grinned and ran towards the diva.
Quinn spotted a man who played fire, like the circus in the TV shows, Heroes, and a woman with fruit over her head like the woman in the movie, Hunger Game, and an ice cream store. Seriously?
Just as Quinn was thinking why they still sold ice cream in the winter, the diva dragged the blonde to move in front of the shop and bought an ice cream.
"One ice cream with Waffle cone, please." The diva smiled and asked politely.
"Vegan ice cream without milk and cream, please." The blonde restated.
The diva smiled at the blonde's kindness.
After Quinn received the ice cream cone the middle-aged man gave her and paid the money, she licked a little. When she noticed the diva was looking at her, she blushed and hurriedly handed the cone back to the diva.
"I just wanna make sure that they give you the right ice cream."
The diva smiled and kissed the blonde in her lips, "Tastes amazing."
Quinn didn't ask whose taste the diva was talking about.
After the divastarted to eat the ice cream, Quinn didn't need to ask to know the reason why Rachel bought the ice cream.
She simply couldn't tear her eyes away from the ice cream.
Rachel was licking the ice cream with such patience and carefulness.
Quinn almost wished it was not the cone that the diva was holding and licking up and down with her tongue and bit occasionally with teeth.
"Quinn, are you alright? You looked pale."
Did she have to touch her, when she was holding that ice cream?
Even though Rachel's hand was extremely cold due to the ice cream, Quinn was set on fire the moment the brunette touched her arm.
"Quinn, you are shaking." The diva was concerned.
"Rach, just... You have to stop eating the ice cream." Quinn moaned.
"Why?" The diva asked innocently and rubbed up and down the arm of Quinn.
However, judging from the smile on the corner of the brunette's mouth, Quinn realized that the question was not that innocent.
Quinn briefly closed her eyes and quickly stated, "It's so cold that it may make you sick."
"Okay." This was apparently not the answer the diva was expecting, so she pouted and turned around to walk away.
Two seconds later, the brunette was pulled by a strong hand and spurred around to crush on a pair of hot lips.
Rachel was so overwhelmed by the passion that she almost fell to the ground if not for the pair of strong arms circled around her waist.
She opened her eyes wide at first, because she was taken off the guard by the blonde's strength on her wrist and the flame in her kisses. Soon, she closed her eyes and melt into the kiss, after granting the entrance of Quinn's tongue.
Their tongue teased, fought, and pulled against each other, as if a Spanish tango.
The weather was getting cold, but they felt warm radiated from each other, as if the world was a black-and-white snapshot and they were the only two colorful images in that picture.
The world full of bustle was spinning around, but they felt extremely peaceful and harmonic, as if they were in the old times movies, the background was a blur, and only each other mattered. Or one of those silent films, the rest of the world was mute. The only thing they could hear was the other one's heartbeat.
The thong was flowing around them. No matter how big or noisy the world was, they found each other in this big world.
The rain was pouring down from the curtain, but they didn't really care. The brunette jumped and wrapped all four limbs around her lover's torso, which was soaking wet now, and her two hands were holding the blonde's each side of her cheeks to pull her face closer and closer. The other one placed her hands firmly on her lover's ass and pinned the brunette up against the wall of a sideway building.
They eventually had to break the kiss and caught some air to their lungs.
Their heavy pants matched each other's.
The crowd was screaming and jumping up and down to welcome the gift from the sky.
They locked their eyes and silently exchanging the deepest emotion that was too soon to tell.
"We walked home, and the rain laughed around us with its insistent benediction. And your hair was strung with diadems, your face with glittering dreams, and my eyes were wet, with your luminous, spirited joy," Quinn softly recited a poem, which popped into her mind right at that moment.
"Quinn…" The brunette's stare was so intense that it was like a light tower endless ocean glowing through the fog, where the blonde could easily get lost.
"Yes…" The blonde's voice was so husky that it was barely a whisper.
"Take me home."
*FLASHBACK ENDED*