Author's Note: Once again I would like to apologize for the delay between chapters. And thank those of you who are still with the story. It mean a lot to me that you're still reading. And I thank you for your patience with me. I'm going to try and stick to a once a week updating schedule.

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LSpatz I'm glad you liked it. Quinn and Santana are always so much fun to write. I've had those moments, of running into a friend x-number of years later and slipping right back into it, and I really tried to capture it here. I'm glad you think that I did.

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Chapter 30

Quinn rapped firmly on Rachel's door with her knuckles and then shifted back, juggling the items she was carrying more comfortably in her arms as she waited to be given entrance into the other woman's apartment. A moment passed, then another and knocked again. She frowned when she recieved no answer, despite the fact that she could hear music and movement from within. She tried the knob, not really expecting it to be open and therefore surprised when it turned in her hand. Slowly, she eased the door open.

"Rach?" she called softly as she peered inside. She immediately spotted the other woman in the kitchen, her back to Quinn as she spoke in low tones on the phone riffled through one of the drawers with her free hand. "Hey, Rach." She stepped fully into the room and turned the volume of the music down a little.

At this, Rachel spun around to face her. "Talk to you later, Mark. I've got to go." She hung up the phone without waiting for a reply and rounded the island. "Hey, Quinn," she said, a smile lighting up her face as she closed the distance between them. "You're earlier than I expected."

"Santana had to get going," Quinn said with a shrug, as Rachel reached her and slipped her arms around Quinn's waist. She rose up onto her toes to even out the height difference than Quinn's heels created, and brushed her lips softly against Quinn's.

Quinn hummed softly into the kiss and felt Rachel smile against her lips in response.

"Your door was open," Quinn said, once Rachel had pulled away and dropped back down onto the flat of her feet.

"Mmhmm," Rachel hummed a response as she reached around Quinn and flicked the deadbolt, locking it.

"Rach, you really shouldn't-"

"It's not like I left it open all day. I knew you were coming and I..." she trailed off dropped her gaze. "You're going to think it's silly," she muttered, raking her hand through her hair and exhaling loudly.

"I promise I won't."

"You can't promise that, you don't even know what it is," Rachel muttered, but she raised her gaze to meet Quinn's anyway. "I liked the idea of not having to let you in. Of you just, walking in. Of you being comfortable enough here to-"

Quinn cut her off with a soft kiss, increadibly touched by her thoughts. "It's not silly. It's sweet. Unsafe," she said, puntuating her words with another kiss. "But sweet. And, it makes the question I wanted to ask you feel a little less ridiculous."

This wasn't exactly how she'd wanted this conversation to take place, she'd been planning on dinner first, some wine, dessert, set the mood a little bit but she had to admit, the moment was apt and oddly enough, romantic.

'What did you want to ask me?"

"I wanted to ask if you, Rachel Berry, would do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"

Rachel's brow furrowed and she frowned up at Quinn. "I thought I already was?"

Well, so much for that. Quinn shrugged. "It's how I think of you, in my head. It's how I'd refer to you, to other people. But I just wanted to make it official."

It had only been a few days but she was exlusive. She was committed. And she didn't want there to be any confusion as to where they stood. She didn't want there to be anything about this relationship that was open to interpretation. They weren't dating, they weren't seeing each other, they were together. They were a couple.

More than that though, she wanted to pose the question.

"I just wanted to ask you," she finished softly, with a sheepish smile.

Rachel's smile grew, until she was beaming. "Well in that case, yes. I, Rachel Berry, would be honored to be your girlfriend." She rose up onto her toes once again and gifted Quinn with a soft, sweet kiss. "Nobody's ever asked me to be their girlfriend before," she said as she pulled back. "Not, in so many words at least. I feel like you should be offering me your pin or-"

"My letterman jacket?" Quinn interjected, remembering her conversation with her friends the day before. "We really are a ninteen-fifties couple, aren't we?"

Rachel chuckled softly. "A little bit, yeah. But, I like it." She grinned up at Quinn. "You don't still have your old Cheerios jacket, do you?"

"I think so. I didn't bring it with me to New York, but I'm pretty sure it's packed up in a closet somewhere in my apartment in Boston. Why?" She arched an eyebrow at Rachel. "You wouldn't really want to wear it, would you?"

She couldn't help but picture it. Rachel would look adorable in it, the slightly bulky jacket would be just a little bit too big for her small frame. The sleeves would be too long and she'd have to push them up and the collar would pop awkwardly and she'd have to constantly smooth it down.

And if she were wearing only the jacket...the hem just long enough to graze the tops of her thighs, covering everything but leaving little to the imagination...

"You're picturing it, aren't you?" Rachel exclaimed. "And, you're making it dirty too." She smacked Quinn's arm but her eyes danced with amusement.

Quinn just shrugged.

"Looks like we've figured out what one of your kinks is," Rachel teased her, and Quinn's cheeks heated in a blush.

"I would, you know. Wear it. I've always liked wearing certain articles of my partner's clothes, It makes me feel close to them. If you gave me your jacket, or even just an old t-shirt or some pajama bottoms, it'd make me feel close to you. Like I had a part of you with me, even when you're not around."

Quinn liked the thought of Rachel walking around the apartment in one her old, slightly ratty but oh so comfy Yale t-shirts or sweat pants and vowed to bring over a set the next time she came by. And she would defintely make sure that the jacket made the move from Boston to New York, when the time came for that.

It was then that Rachel seemed to realize that she'd kept Quinn standing in the doorway, arms laden, for the duration of their conversation. "Come on in." She tugged gently at Quinn's arm and guided her towards the kitchen. "What do you have there, anyway?"

"I brought wine." She placed the bottle on the island. "And dessert." She'd stopped at a vegan bakery that she'd spotted on the way over to Rachel's and picked up a delicious looking German chocolate cake with raspberry icing.

Rachel pulled the wine out of it's bag and studied the label. "This will go perfect with dinner," she said before turning her attention to the bakery box. She opened the lid and licked her lips. "That looks delicious."

Before Quinn could stop her, she reached in and swiped a finger through the icing.

The moan that left her mouth as she sampled the icing was obscene and Quinn's eyes fluttered shut at the sound as she swallowed against a suddenly arid throat and licked her lips

"You've got to try this."

She opened her eyes to see Rachel with another fingerful of icing, this time held up to Quinn's lips. Her face was impassive, but her eyes danced with mischief.

Well, two could play at that game. Quinn parted her lips and very deliberately, pressed her tongue along the length of Rachel's finger, curling it slightly to get the icing. She heard Rachel's breath hitch and a faint moan issue from deep in her throat.

"Fuck, Quinn," she whimpered as Quinn's mouth enveloped her finger and she ran her tongue along it a second time, making sure she got it all.

She kept her eyes on Rachel's the whole time. She watched her pupils grow large and dark, watched her eyelids flutter and become heavy lidded and she smirked around Rachel's finger as the other woman's hand shot out to steady herself against Quinn's hip.

She dragged her mouth back and released the digit with a pop. Only to have the breath stolen from her lungs as Rachel surged up into her. The kiss was rough and a little sloppy but it was also heated and demanding and Quinn was helpless against the sensations it sparked within her.

"Mmmm, Rach," she murmured against the lips on her own as she widened her stance, allowing Rachel's leg to slip between her own and her arms cicled the other woman's waist, drawing her in.

As quickly as the kiss had grown heated it grew slower, softer. Until they pulled apart, both of them flushed and breathless.

"God," Rachel rasped, her head dropping down to rest in the crook of Quinn's neck "The things you do to me," she said, as her arms went around Quinn's waist. "I don't understand how it is that I can want you, all the time."

Quinn hummed softly in sympathy, because she definitely felt that way too.

Quinn closed her eyes and rested her cheek against the top of Rachel's head, soaking in the feel of the other woman in her arms and the quiet moment they found themselves in.

Eventually, Rachel pulled back slightly, her arms looped loosely around Quinn, squeezing lightly, before she separated from her completely. "Dinner is warming in the oven," she said as she stepped away. "I ordered Thai food from this place around the corner that is just amazing," she continued as she rounded the corner of the island. "You're going to love it. What can I get you to drink?"

"Whatever you're having is fine," Quinn said as she slid onto one of the bar stools and watched Rachel move around the kitchen, pulling glasses from the cupboard, utensils from the drawers, ice water from the fridge. In just a few minutes their places were set and Rachel was setting their plates on the island.

She's always loved the way Rachel moved. The way she glided across the stage as she got lost in the lyrics of a song, the way she danced, it'd always had a way of drawing her in and making her take notice but it was so much different now, here, in this private moment between the two of them. This wasn't Rachel on a stage demanding the attention of her audience, this was the Rachel that not everyone else got to see. Casual, relaxed Rachel, dressed down in jeans and a t-shirt, unguarded at home, laughing, moving with a fluidy and grace that left Quinn breathless and captivated.

The moment felt intimite. It felt domestic. And in it, Quinn completely understood Rachel's rationale of earlier, about not wanting to have to let Quinn in, but for Quinn to just enter. It was such a simple thing, but it spoke such volumes.