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Happy to see you are all excited for the Tony Awards. Just a little more patience, then we'll be right there. I'll hurry writing the next chapter.

Gllover22: yes, you did see the word sequel :-)

Chapter 68

Quinn hoped that Rachel would find the courage to accompany her to the award show. It would mean so much to the blonde, but she didn't want to force the issue. Even though she would be disappointed, she could also understand if Rachel refused to go. Still, Quinn's hope lingered…

Then she caught on the tension coming from her right side where her manager sat.

Barbara looked at Rachel and narrowed her eyes a little.

"What?" Quinn picked up on the skepticism that showed on the other woman's face. Rachel made the connection quicker, she had a good guess what was going on in the manager's head.

"She is right, Quinn."

"What do you mean? She hasn't said anything yet." Quinn rested her hands in her lap after she finished signing. For God's sake, were all managers losing their mind when it came to meeting someone with a disability? What on earth was Barbara's problem?

Rachel tried to clarify it for Quinn before she worked up a storm.

"Quinn, me coming with you to the show will have implications, you do know that, right? Especially the press will love the story about the female Broadway star - Tony award nominee at that - having a) a girlfriend, b) a deaf girlfriend and c) having a deaf girlfriend who used to be a Broadway star herself. Don't you think that will give them too much bait?"

Quinn frowned. Her hands quickly followed her words with just as much emphasis as could be heard in her voice.

"I the hell don't care! Let them write what they want! I'm not ashamed of you Rachel, if that is what you mean. And many probably already know through your interview that we are together. I've said it before; we will never live up to everybody's moral standards. All I see is the love of my live being with me on this important night. I could understand if you didn't want to come because you feel uncomfortable with the whole publicity for obvious reasons. Believe me Rachel, I would fully understand if you didn't want to go, also because your musical is nominated and if people saw you there, well… . But don't worry because of me." Quinn cupped the other woman's face and kissed her softly on the lips to mark her words.

"Just know that I would love to have you there. You only have to think about yourself and if you want to do it."

Barbara had listened to Quinn's speech. She softened her gaze when she tried to explain her thoughts.

"Quinn, I'm not saying that Rachel shouldn't accompany you. All I wanted to say is that we should think about the possible scenarios upfront. Let's just be prepared and keep the collateral damage to a minimum and both your appearances at a professional level. You know how dirty the press can play."

Quinn exhaled slowly.

"Collateral damage? Collateral damage caused by Rachel's presence? Are you aware of what you are saying, Barbara!?" Quinn had narrowed her eyes and looked at her manager, her whole body going tense.

Rachel recognized that look and knew that her girlfriend was dangerously close to losing her patience.

In her anger Quinn had forgotten to interpret; the tap of Rachel's hand on her arm and the questioning look reminded her.

The blonde signed without speaking out loud. Sorry, I got carried away, and repeated Barbara's and her own words.

Rachel saw how the manager's comment got Quinn worked up, but understood that it was not meant as an insult.

"Quinn, I'm sure Barbara didn't mean any offense. She is right. My appearance will have an impact and we should work out before how to deal with it." She placed a calming hand on Quinn's forearm and held her girlfriend's gaze until she saw the anger disappear. "Let's sit down and discuss how we will answer any possible questions that might come up. Let's discuss if we want to answer them at all and if so, how. If we are still confident in the end that it is a good idea for me to accompany you, then I will definitively think about it."

She placed a calming hand on Quinn's back and stroked a soothing thumb over her spine.

The blonde exhaled slowly and Rachel caught the flicker of gratitude for her intervention in Barbara's eyes.

"Quinn, I apologize if I made a poor choice of words or if I offended you or Rachel in any way. What I meant was that a little preparation might make it easier for Rachel to deal with the whole situation as well. I can imagine that it might not be easy to go out there again and present yourself in front of the international press." She looked at the brunette and was rewarded with a smile, which relived the older woman.

Quinn had told Barbara some bits and pieces about her 'colleague' and rival in the business Sharon Basont and the manager was shocked by the other woman's behavior. From what Barbara had seen, Rachel seemed honest and pragmatic. She liked her already from the short moments she had gotten to know her.

Of course she had heard the rumors that the petite singer had been a diva and was difficult to work with. However, considering what dramatic change Rachel had to go through and the way she presented herself now, made Barbara doubt the truth behind most of the rumors. Success always created much envy and with envy came the rumors. It wasn't always easy to play the nice in this kind of business. That did not mean you should be disrespectful, but just standing up for yourself and watching out that people didn't just roll over you was already seen as prima donna behavior by some.

Barbara sent a smile back to the brunette and continued. "Rachel is right. Let's plan a strategy. Maybe we can ask the reporter who did your interview to join and ask the official questions. You seemed to get along with him quite well from what you told me and the article he posted was very well written. If you trust him, maybe he will make you more comfortable in that whole surrounding."

Quinn pondered the suggestion while Rachel asked:

"There will be so many other reporters, how do you suggest we react to them?"

"Well, we could make it clear that you will only give one interview and that it will be with Mr. Remmond, Barbara answered and Quinn added: "I can still think about answering the general questions about the nomination and the musical etc. with other reporters."

Rachel nodded slowly. Since she was not going as an official nominee but as company to one of the stars, she would not have to stop and chat with every person that shoved a microphone into her face. And it was absolutely ok for Quinn – if not even necessary for her career - to play nice with the rest of the press.

Rachel would feel comfortable talking to Patrick, especially since he was already familiar with the process of someone interpreting for her. They agreed to contact him and ask if he was planning to attend the show.

Rachel also had to contact Carmen to finally take into account contracting an official interpreter for the night.

After Barbara left, Rachel let out a long sigh and closed her eyes for a moment, imagining herself at the event. Just thinking about it was enough to get her nerves fluttering. It would be the ultimate hurdle she had to take – participate at an official event, parry reporters and other people – all with the help of an interpreter.

Well, if she really wanted to pursue her acting career, she better got used to it. This could be a chance to show that she may have lost her hearing, but not her professionalism.

Rachel jumped when she felt Quinn's hand on her shoulder. She opened her eyes.

Sorry, did I scare you?

The brunette shook her brown mane. "No. I was just thinking… about the whole event."

Quinn quickly touched her forehead with Rachel's before she dropped a short kiss on her lips.

Take your time deciding. And remember, you can always change your mind.

"Thank you," Rachel smiled and cupped Quinn's face. "I would really love to be there for you. You know that!"

I do, Rachel. And no matter how you decide, I know you don't love me any less and I won't feel supported any less.

At that moment Rachel knew that just as with Quinn's concert, she had to do it for her. This was even more important than the year end concert.

These were the Tony Awards!

How could she not be there for her girlfriend? Her own challenges were nothing in comparison to the achievement Quinn had managed. Deep in her heart she knew she could probably handle the situations with the right organization. She had the training, the skills and the means. With an interpreter she would be fairly independent and capable of conducting any kind of conversation.

The only thing she needed was to keep up her courage.

With that resolution she looked at her lover and grinned. "So, you're really sure you want me there?"

That is a rhetorical question, right?

The petite woman chuckled. "Right." Then she pulled Quinn onto her lap who landed there with a small "oomph".

"Okay, I'll do it. I'll be your 'plus one'."

Quinn's smile that illuminated her face was reward enough for Rachel. It eliminated all her doubts and questions. It spoke more than a thousand words and the look in the blonde woman's eyes reached her deep down in her soul.

Quinn knew what effort and courage this must cost Rachel. She couldn't find the right words to thank her, but the silent communication that went on between them told her that words where not needed.

She bent down and brushed her lips against Rachel's, slowly teasing with her tongue, begging for entrance which Rachel was more than willing to grant.

… … …

During the following days Rachel worked on the execution of her birthday surprise for Quinn. That kept her mind off the upcoming other great event.

She had spoken to Carmen and had contacted an interpreter. She would meet him a couple of times before the actual award show so they could get to know each other and learn how things worked out. Rachel could also brief him on what to expect. Peter was familiar with interpreting at large events, so Rachel was confident they would work pretty well together. The chemistry between them seemed to fit. During their first conversation they fell into an easy rhythm, chasing different topics back and forth without noticing how the time passed.

Peter was in his early forties, but looked younger. He had shaved the little hair he had left, but it looked good on him. He reminded her a little of an older Puck and that thought was comforting.

Having organized the most important part only left Rachel to find the right dress. But that was the easier task and she had already laid eyes on a nice gown that would look elegant without drawing too much attention.

Rachel was happy that so far everything seemed to work out just fine, the birthday planning in particular. February would be an eventful months for Quinn, but hopefully it would only leave happy memories.

She had just received the final confirmation of her special guest that she would definitely be at the party. This made the brunette so happy that she started humming without noticing it at first while she prepared dinner.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the flashing overhead light. Turning towards the door she saw her girlfriend enter.

Rachel, I need to tell you something, Quinn stated immediately without preamble after she stepped through the door.

The brunette frowned and put the wooden spoon down which she had used to stir the vegetable soup.

The blonde came around the counter, kissed her girlfriend hello and then dropped her bag on the counter.

"What? This sounds serious. Did something happen?"

Sort of. Don't worry, our friends and families are fine… Quinn watched Rachel visibly relax. I don't know exactly how to say this…

"What? What!? Come on, say it already, Quinn!" Rachel threw her arms up with impatience, wondering what had happened that it was so difficult for her to tell.

'Ok, out with it,' Quinn thought and lifted her hands again.

They moved the Tony Awards from the original date one week back.

Rachel looked confused.

"What do you mean – they moved it back? That it will be held one week later than planned?"

Quinn only nodded glumly, dreading what that meant.

"They WHAT!?" Rachel leaned on the counter, eyes wide, hoping she had misunderstood Quinn's signs.

Quinn repeated her words, even though she knew Rachel had understood them correctly. She just had to do it for her own sake.

This was practically unheard of. To move such a prestigious award show from its original date – and at such short notice with only four weeks to go – she couldn't imagine what this meant on an organizational level.

The Tony's will be held one week later than planned. And that weekend is my birthday, Quinn concluded, dropping her hands and head.

Rachel just stood there, staring at Quinn, her brain on override on how to solve that dilemma. Just when everything had panned out so neatly! God damn it!

And you have planned something for exactly that weekend … Quinn frowned with the teeny tiny hope that maaaaaaaybe Rachel had chosen another weekend for her surprise. Unfortunately that was not the case.

"Yes," Rachel squeaked, seeing all her carefully laid out plans flow down the river.

And there is no way that….

"No." Rachel sighed and closed her eyes, her disappointment clearly written all over her face. Of all the things that could have happened, this was not something she had counted on.

Having seen the expression on Quinn's face, she also knew that this wasn't a joke. Was there a higher meaning behind it? Was this a reminder that sometimes the business, Broadway, musicals took precedence over everything else? Rachel guessed it was the ultimate test that she could live with a Broadway star who sometimes had to put her career before anything else. But she also knew that if things were reversed, Quinn would do the same for her.

She took a deep breath and then put on a brave face.

"Well. I guess the only excuse for anything to come between you and your birthday and my plans to celebrate it, would be a Tony nomination. So. I guess this equals the drama and excitement of what I had planned and I will have no other choice than to succumb to the higher good of it all."

"Aaaawwww…" Quinn stepped closer and embraced Rachel in a loving hug. I'm sorry about this! I truly am! Is there anything I can do to help?

Yes, move the Tony's further down one more week, Rachel joked back, signing. Then we're good.

Sure, no problem, with my charms and good looks it will just go like this… and Quinn snapped her fingers for emphasize.

"Well, good!" Rachel laughed, even though she rather felt like crying.

You seem to make a lot of concessions these days, Quinn stated after a moment. She had noticed how Rachel seemed to accept situations without the usual … fight. It wasn't that she gave up, it was more that she seemed to accepted things for what they were and then tried to work her way around it, rather than butting heads right from the start.

Rachel gave her a half smile. "Well, some things you can't change and trying so is only a waste of energy. Believe me; I had my share of those moments. I guess I have learned that sometimes you just have to accept the situation and then find the best way to deal with it." She shrugged. "There is nothing I can do about the show. So instead of hating the organizers or people who screwed up or whatever reason is why it has to be moved, I'd rather focus on trying to figure out how to save your birthday… and the surprise I planned."

Quinn smiled and kissed her girlfriend on the cheek. When have you become so wise? I was short of strangling someone when I first heard.

"As I've said, I had a lot of practice and firsthand experience these past weeks. Anyway, don't feel bad, it's not your fault! We'll make up for it, okay? And what could be a better birthday celebration than going to the Tony's?"

Quinn felt a smile spread across her face. She had known about Rachel's plans for a while now. Not the details, of course, Rachel wouldn't spill those, but the blonde knew that she had planned something. Even though it was not her fault, she had felt guilty breaking the news. It was understandable that Rachel was disappointed, as was Quinn herself, but she was happy that Rachel seemed to accept the fact a lot quicker then she had.

Quinn had even shortly debated not going to the awards at all. It definitely had crossed her mind a split second.

"Quinn."

But she also knew that Rachel would never EVER let her skip that, for nothing in this whole wide world. So she had pushed that thought quickly out of her mind again. Still, how bad did someone have to mess up to move such an event? Did someone write the wrong date on the invitations? Did the Theater break down? What? She had needled Barbara when the woman told her, but her manager did not have any further news either.

"Quinn!"

Rachel's voice pulled her back into the present.

"Relax. It's not the end of the world and I will find a way to give you … your present at another time. It's not lost, ok?"

She massaged the frown on Quinn's forehead until the blonde nodded and sighed.

"'kay." She dropped a head on Rachel's shoulder, which made the brunette laugh.

"Oh, come on, Quinn. Chin up. Take a shower and I will finish dinner."

While Quinn was in the bathroom washing off the grime of the day, Rachel quickly texted her helpers and the special guest to tell them about the news. They all reacted alike – first disbelieving and then disappointed.

Oh F***!

Was Kurt's short and unusual graphic, but down to the point comment.

What did 'you know who' say?

Rachel guessed he wasn't talking about Quinn and quickly wrote back:

Haven't got an answer back yet.
Have to wait and see. Let's hope we'll get
another weekend.

R.

Yes, keep my fingers crossed.
Maybe it's a consolation that at least
Quinn will have a big party for her birthday,
even though it's not organized by us.

K.

True . Anyway, keep you posted!
Happy to see you Sunday for lunch!

XOXO Rachel

Rachel hadn't spent much time with her friend during the past weeks and she was happy to share some hours with him. She wanted to tell him about her future plans and hear his opinion. Besides, she missed the laughs and banter they usually shared.

A surprise message came from the person that the brunette had explicitly invited. Even though she could not give Rachel another weekend that she was free, she just asked her if they would like to come visit her instead.

It would be different than imagined, but Rachel readily agreed. Better than having to postpone the whole event eternally. Now they would have to think about Beth and Shelby and how they would share the weekend with them, because they still might stick to their plan to New York.

Quinn came out of the bathroom, a trail of fruity smells from the shampoo and shower gel trailing behind her. Rachel had already set the table and had turned on some music on her laptop she knew Quinn liked. It was something she had not paid much attention to in the past, but she knew that Quinn did not listen to music often when they were together. Either because she didn't want to hurt Rachel or maybe because she didn't need it, being distracted enough with their conversations. But this evening, the thought struck Rachel and she felt it would be a nice thing for Quinn to relax with some good food and nice songs.

Quinn pulled the bathrobe tighter and then slicked her still damp hair out of her face. She noticed that Rachel had lit a couple of candles. Then she realized what was playing in the background.

Her expression seemed to give away everything, because before Quinn could say anything, Rachel smiled a little shyly.

"I just thought you should not always have to sit in silence."

Quinn smiled back. I'm never in sitting in silence when I'm with you. But thank you, the music is a nice thought, she answered with her hands. She sat down and wondered where the thought had come from to put on music. Rachel's words interrupted her musings.

"You might have to adjust the volume. I'm not sure if it is too loud."

Quinn shook her head. It's perfect. I can hear the music, but it does not distract from our conversation. It… it just took me a bit by surprise. She frowned a little.

"Is something wrong?"

No. Just…just had a moment. Forget it.

Rachel stopped ladling the soup into the bowls and focused on her girlfriend. She narrowed her eyes slightly and tried to find out what was going on. Quinn didn't offer any further explanation. So Rachel decided to dig a little deeper.

"A moment of what?"

Quinn took up the spoon and stirred the liquid in her bowl. It's ok, really, she signed with one hand.

"Quinn!"

Finally the blonde looked up after playing with her food for a moment.

"What the hell is going on here? I can feel that something is bothering you. What is it? The music? The food? Your birthday? Something else?"

Rachel kept her eyes locked on her girlfriend's face, not wanting to miss any little cue that could help her understand Quinn's mood.

Rachel, believe me it's nothing. I just had little back-flashes.

"Didn't seem to be happy ones, judging by the look on your face."

Why can't you let it go?

"Because I have the feeling something is bothering you."

Quinn threw her arms up in the air and huffed.

"And I have the feeling it has something to do with me!" Rachel placed a flat hand on her chest for emphasis and noticed in her throat that her voice had risen in volume.

Rachel, let's not overanalyze, ok? It's nothing and I promise to let you know if something is bothering me. Let's enjoy the dinner. It smells lovely, she tried to smile.

Rachel kept her eyes fixed on Quinn, but when the blonde didn't offer any further explanation the brunette just nodded and took a small spoon full of the soup. She didn't look up while she continued eating silently.

The brunette raked her brain what she had done to cause that mood, but couldn't find an explanation. After a moment she was startled when Quinn jumped off her stool, strode over to the desk and shut the laptop with a quick motion. Then she just stood there, two fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. She closed her eyes, leaning on the back of the chair in front of her.

Quinn whispered something, but from where Rachel was sitting she couldn't make out the words. Carefully she put the spoon down and turned in her chair. Quinn continued to say something, but it seemed as if she was talking to herself.

"Quinn. Talk to me."

The blonde turned around and gazed at her girlfriend. Rachel seemed a little confused and worried.

Rachel, I'm sorry, I just got hit by a wave of … I don't know how to call it. She shrugged.

The petite brunette slid off her chair and walked over to Quinn. She had the feeling that Quinn knew perfectly well how to call it, but somehow didn't dare to do it. Rachel suppressed a sigh. She wondered if all relationships were this complicated or if theirs was a special case because of her disability and what it did to them. As much as they were still trying to adapt, sometimes it was still a bit overwhelming. Quinn had been brave and strong during the past months, but it wouldn't surprise Rachel if she would be hit by a wave of doubts. The brunette had certainly had her own share of break downs. More than enough. Maybe the stress of the past weeks caught up with her now. Quinn sometimes tended to put a lid on some of her emotions, until they finally broke out of her.

Silently Rachel took the blonde's hand and pulled her over to the sofa.

Reluctantly Quinn followed and slumped down next to Rachel, leaning her head against her shoulder. After a moment Rachel felt her shirt get wet and realized, that Quinn was crying.

Carefully she lifted the blonde's head and turned around to face her.

"Ok, care to tell me what is going on inside that head of yours?" Rachel coaxed gently.

Quinn closed her eyes for a moment, before she slowly lifted her hands and started to explain.

While I was under the shower, it just hit me that this is so wrong! This is not how it was supposed to be!

"What is wrong? Do you mean us?"

Quinn nodded. Us, you.

Rachel felt a cold shower wash over her. What was Quinn trying to say?

"What do you mean?" Rachel's voice felt raspy in her throat.

You know, we try to march on and think that this is how it is now and we just try to make it work, but in the end we both know that … that… Quinn wrung her hands and then angrily wiped the tears off her cheeks.

Slowly it seemed to sink in what Quinn was hinting at. Everything Rachel had feared finally seemed to have caught up. The blonde couldn't deal with it anymore. Rachel felt her own tears sting her eyes, but was too stunned to lift a hand.

This was how Quinn must have felt after Rachel's outburst. Like the floor had been pulled away from under her feet.

"You mean – you can't deal with it – with me anymore?" Rachel was sure it was just a whisper, but she had no strength to raise her voice.

Quinn's head jerked up. "What?"

Rachel couldn't quite place the look of confusion on Quinn's face. Wasn't that what she meant? That a relationship with her was just too demanding? Too much work and too much worrying and adapting?

The petite woman finally found her voice to speak her thoughts out loud. When it registered with Quinn what her words had caused, the blonde hurriedly tried to explain.

No. Oh god, no, Rachel! What I meant was that we both know that it should be you standing up on that damn stage receiving the award. You should continue your career; you should sing your lungs out every fucking day. It's just so goddamn hard sometimes to accept that this will never be the case. And then I keep on thinking… I keep thinking….

You keep thinking what? Rachel found it easier to use her hands in that moment that trying to make her voice work again.

That there must be a fucking way to give you back your hearing. That I would sit on my doctors lap every single day until he found a way to make me hear again. That I would not leave out any possibility to regain my hearing. I have such a hard time accepting the finality of it all.

Quinn lifted her hands in a defensive gesture.

I know that we have talked about this before. But sometimes it just hits me and especially with such an event coming up which would have been a given for you, it makes me wonder if there really is nothing we – they can do. I mean, we are talking about the f-u-c-k-i-n-g Tony Awards and you coming with me as my 'plus one'. It's just not right. It just isn't. The blonde shook her head. We are talking about planning how to tackle the press and everything, but we do not talk about what kind of impact it has on us. On me. On you. It's so hard at the moment for me to realize what this means. It's one thing to talk about it, but I guess it now really hit home. This can't be the end, Rachel, it just can't be. There has to be a way!

Rachel was taken aback. So that was what it was all about.

And Quinn had put the finger right in the wound. The wound that never seemed to be left alone to heal. The wound that every time Rachel thought it had closed, would rip open again. Only this time, it had not been her to break it open.

Rachel couldn't find the strength to lift her hands or speak out. Of course the whole situation was still hard for her. Of course she missed every single sound she had ever heard in her life. But she knew that her chances of healing were slim to none and she had truly learned to work her way through all the obstacles.

She had thought that when she was on the way of acceptance, everyone around her was there too. That Quinn still hadn't given up hope, hit her like a hammer.

Quinn was still crying, trying to wipe the tears away. I'm sorry, Rachel, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought this up. Her hands were shaking when she signed.

Rachel shook her head. "No. Don't apologize. It is good that you told me what you're feeling. It just… took me by surprise." She let out a long breath.

Rachel, believe me, this has nothing to do with having to learn ASL or with adapting to the situation itself. Don't ever think this is too much for me. I just want so much for you to hear again! I want you to be happy again. I want you to be able to do all the things you love!

Rachel was relieved to hear those words. There had been a small part of her that had feared that living with and being in love with a deaf person was too much for Quinn.

She rubbed her eyes.

"Quinn, believe me, I have done everything that is possible. I have had almost every check-up that exists in order to find a way to get at least some of my hearing back. But currently there is nothing that can be done. The only thing that could happen is that the nerve cells repair themselves somehow, which would come short of a miracle. I promise, I will get further check-ups, just in case, but we have to live with the fact that… I am deaf."

She looked into the hazel eyes.

I know. I know. Sometimes it still hits me hard to know what you have lost and I guess today was one of those days.

Rachel cupped Quinn's face and gently lifted her head, feeling tears welling up. "You have every right to be sad or angry about this as well, Quinn. No one denies you these feelings. Just don't swallow everything, please." She bent forward and kissed to tears on the blonde's cheeks away.

Then she smiled. "For the record, looking back at how far I have come and how much further I – we – will go, I can honestly say: I am happy. I am going to the Tony Awards, accompanying the one person I love more than my life. I am continuing with my career. Not as a singer, but I'm taking on Tom's project. I will visit Broadway with this class of deaf kids and all this gives me so much more than I would have ever hoped for just nine months ago. It might not all turn out the way I have planned it all those years ago, but I'm still going to do what I like and love."

I know. I just can't… Quinn still sobbed and Rachel let her tears fall freely as well. But those were not the desperate, unhappy tears she had cried so much over the past months. The pain did not stab as deep as it used to. Because all the happy memories and prospect projects cushioned the blow. She was still sad, but she also knew that finally she was on her way forward again. Rachel understood Quinn's helplessness and the disappointment of not being able to do anything for her physical condition. So she just held her until she felt her calm down again, glad that the blonde had told her what had caused her mood swing.

After a moment Quinn raised her head and laughed embarrassed.

Sorry for being hysteric.

"Shhh, it's ok. Next time it's my turn again," Rachel joked, wiping Quinn's tears away. "Are you feeling better?"

Quinn nodded and sniffed. "Yes."

Gently, Rachel tugged strands of blonde, unruly hair behind one of Quinn's ears.

And sorry for ruining our dinner. Then the blonde grabbed Rachel's hand and placed it on her belly. Rachel felt the rumbling inside. My stomach is complaining about the missed dinner. You think we can reheat the soup?

The petite woman laughed, relieved that the tense moment seemed to be over.

"I think we can." She pulled Quinn over to the kitchen and while the blonde wrapped he arms around her girlfriend from behind, Rachel tried to concentrate on heating the food again.

It wasn't an easy task while Quinn was nibbling at her earlobe.

Next, da Tony's! Get your dresses out, prep up, it's going to get glamorous!