Log: Will You Be My Post-Valentine Valentine?
Who: Quinn, Rachel, Millie, Hiram and Leeroy (brief mentions of Brittany and Emma)
When: Saturday, 19th February 2019
Where: Rachel’s House/Las Palmas Restaurant
What: You know, it’s been so long
Status: Complete
Rachel was frantic. She checked her watch for the fifth time, noting it was already 6:35pm. “Argh!” She called out in frustration as she grabbed her handbag, letting it hang open as she checked to make sure she had everything she would need for the evening. She heard Benjamin start to cry and she dropped her bag on the table at the front door. “What’s wrong? Is he okay?” Rachel asked, rushing into the living room to find her father patting Benjamin on the back and bouncing him around.
Leeroy smiled over at Rachel. “My grandson is just fine,” he said, bouncing Benjamin against his shoulder slightly. “Will you please leave?” He asked, both eyebrows raised.
Rachel bit her lip and wrung her hands, glancing from her father to Millie and back again. “Are you sure I look okay?” Rachel looked down at herself and the dress she was wearing. She pulled it down slightly and ruffled the bottom a little. She hadn’t worn an actual dress since before her pregnancy and her body wasn’t exactly that appealing to look at right now. She finally looked up at Millie again. “I can’t believe you convinced me to buy a dress. I look hideous.”
Millie stood cradling Olivia to her body. She made her way over to Rachel and took one of her hands away from the bottom of the dress. “Stop fidgeting. You look beautiful.” She held Rachel’s gaze for a moment. “And Quinn will be the luckiest woman on Valentine’s Day to be sharing a table with you.”
“You mean, on the Saturday after Valentine’s Day,” Rachel replied with a shake of her head, disappointed in herself for not even being able to take Quinn out on the actual date.
“Rachel, you have two newborn infants and it was on a Monday. The point is you are going out tonight, on a date and you look beautiful.” Millie smiled at Rachel and shifted Olivia in her arm. “Now don’t leave your woman waiting.”
Rachel bit her lip and brought her closed fists up under chin, hunching her shoulders. “But,” she paused, her gaze shifting quickly from Benjamin to Olivia and back again. “They’re so little though. They’ll think I’m abandoning them. I have to cancel. No. Wait. Quinn will murder me,” Rachel looked desperately at Millie and her father. “Now I know what it must have felt like for Eponine when Marius asked her to deliver that message to Cosette!” She missed the glance between her father and Millie. “Fine, I’m going.”
“Good. Do not deprive me of the chance to get to know my niece and my nephew without mama bear hovering. And maybe, just maybe, your father and I want to talk about you while you aren’t here.” Millie teased as she continued working Rachel further out the door.
Rachel frowned at Millie’s words. “What?” She asked as she quickly grabbed her handbag. “Wait!” She exclaimed, quickly turning around to face them. “At least me say goodbye to them,” she added, her hands on her hips.
Millie could not contain the snort of laughter as Rachel put her hands on her hips. “I promise your dad and I will take good care of the munchkins. We might even text you a photo or two to tide you over while you are away. But now, come kiss them and get out of here before my sister gets impatient and ruins your plans to pick her up.”
Rachel quickly stepped forward and kissed Olivia’s forehead half a dozen times in quick succession. “Now, you just remember that I’m not leaving you. Your other mama and I just need a few hours to ravish each other,” Rachel explained to her daughter, running her hand gently over Olivia’s head. She kissed her one last time before turning toward her father, who had quietly crept up beside them. “You hear that Benjamin? Your Mama and I need alone time. We’ll be back later. You be good for your grandpas,” she cooed kissing him a few times on the forehead and cheeks.
Rachel straightened up and took a step back. “The bottles are in the fridge and they really like a story before you put them down and Benjamin likes it when his back is rubbed, in the small circles, not the big ones,” Rachel instructed, taking a second step closer to the door, feeling the cold night air behind her as her dad opened the front door behind her.
“We’ve got it. Now go!” Millie cradled Olivia closer to keep her warm as she watched Rachel make her way to the car. She lifted her hand to wave a final time before closing the front door. “I didn’t think she was ever going to leave, little one. I give her until the car is at the end of the driveway before she texts to check on you.”
Rachel hurried down the front steps, stopping to glance back at the front door to check just one last time. She saw Millie wave and then close the door. Rachel bit her lip and debated cancelling once more. No, she couldn’t do that to Quinn. They needed this. It would be their first date since the babies had been born and their first date since her birthday. Rachel quickly made her way to her car and buckled herself in, turning on the engine and turning up the heat. She scrambled for her uPhone in her handbag and quickly sent Quinn a text message. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. I can’t wait to see you! xx R
Her thumb hovered over the call button, debating whether she should call the house, just to make sure they were okay. She caved and called the house, her father answering the phone. As soon as she opened her mouth though, her father told her to get off the phone because he was going to hang up on her. Rachel had deflated. “Okay, fine,” she said into the phone, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She dropped her uPhone back into her handbag and tried to focus on the night ahead. With a small smile, she put the car in drive and finally left the driveway.
Quinn looked down at her phone and smiled. She was in Brittany’s bedroom getting ready while Brittany and Emma lay on the couch watching a movie. She sat on the bed, careful not to wrinkle her new dress. She wouldn’t have normally bought a new dress, but nothing fit her anymore and this was supposed to be a special night. She flipped her phone sideways and started to type.
Are you really on your way or are you still sitting in the driveway?
Rachel heard her phone vibrate in her bag just as she pulled out of the driveway. She put the car in park and reached for her uPhone, almost worried it might have to do with the twins already. She slid her thumb across the screen and saw Quinn’s message. She rolled her eyes. I’m *out* of the driveway, thank you very much. Now stop distracting me or I’ll be late... I can’t wait to see what you’re wearing, by the way. :) xx R
Rachel set her uPhone on the passenger seat and began to drive off, thoughts of Quinn filling her head.
Shall I take a picture and send it? On second thought, it might cause an accident. So, I won’t. :P
Quinn shook her head as the text sent and moved back in front of the mirror. Her smile faltered a little as she looked at her reflection. She was so much fatter with this pregnancy. She pinched her cheek. Her body was going to take a longer time to recover and her breasts were going to just be saggy. She sighed and looked at her phone again. She should cancel. She suddenly wasn’t in the mood to go out, but she couldn’t disappoint Rachel. She’d insisted they needed a date and that’s why she’d agreed. Her reluctance was because she’d been so depressed lately. She’d lock herself in the bathroom at work and cry for a good half an hour on her lunch break, wanting to get it out before she went home to Rachel and the babies.
She missed Abby. She missed her body. She was worried about Puck and Finn and even Mike. She was happy about the twins and being with Rachel, but felt like she was losing her autonomy. Her life had been rapidly changing and she couldn’t seem to really hold on anymore. Sighing, she went back to fixing her makeup. She wasn’t going to think about this right now. She’d just focus on making tonight the best for Rachel. That was the most important thing.
It really did only take fifteen minutes for Rachel to make it to Brittany’s apartment. She parked the car as close to the front door as possible and hurried into the building. Rachel had insisted it be a proper date, where she would need to go to the front door and pick Quinn up. Now that they were living together more permanently, it didn’t seem fair that Quinn would have to miss out on that aspect of their relationship. She pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear and pulled down on her dress again, hating that it seemed her belly had barely shrunk still. Rachel took a deep breath and knocked on the apartment door.
“Don’t get up,” Quinn called out as she rushed past the couch, not that either woman moved. She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath before opening the door with a bright smile. “Hi!” She said, kissing Rachel’s cheek.
The opening of the door and the hurried kiss on her cheek had Rachel startled. She shook her head slightly to clear it and looked over her girlfriend’s body carefully. She bit her bottom lip as she noted how Quinn’s dress accentuated her baby bump. Dragging her eyes back up to Quinn’s, she stepped up close, her right hand finding Quinn’s belly as her lips found Quinn’s. Rachel kissed her slowly as her eyes slipped closed, deepening the kiss.
“You look amazing,” Rachel greeted her as she pulled back to rest her forehead against Quinn’s. “Makes me wish we were going to a hotel room instead of a restaurant,” she whispered with a smile. Rachel glanced over Quinn’s shoulder and caught Brittany and Emma on the couch, both leaning their torsos in their direction, trying to eavesdrop. “We should stop giving the natives a show,” Rachel joked as her fingers found Quinn’s and gently tugged Quinn toward her.
Quinn smiled softly, her mood improving instantly at the sight of the other woman. “Probably,” she heard Brittany say something in protest, but couldn’t make out what exactly she’d said. “Let’s get out of here before they demand a show, the blonde said, moving toward the door.
Rachel stepped back, allowing room for Quinn to make her way out of the apartment. As soon as the front door was closed, Rachel stepped up close to Quinn, her lips against the blonde’s ear. “You look absolutely beautiful tonight,” Rachel whispered before pressing her lips to Quinn’s cheek. “Come on, I want to show off my beautiful girlfriend,” she added, making a move toward the car, tugging on Quinn’s arm.
The blonde hesitated. “What do you mean show me off?”
Rachel stopped and turned to face Quinn. She noticed Quinn’s hesitance, but wasn’t sure where it was stemming from. “I just meant that I wanted to walk into that restaurant with you on my arm.” Rachel watched Quinn’s reaction carefully. “We don’t have to, though,” she offered with a smile.
“We can...” Quinn started, not wanting to make a big deal about it. “We can,” she said again, firmly. “Where are we going?”
Rachel stopped Quinn and stood in front of her, blocking her path. “Quinn, look at me,” she ordered the blonde. She linked both their hands, her thumbs caressing the back of Quinn’s hands. “I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. I booked us a table at Las Palmas. I thought it might be nice to have a little Mexcian, but,” she paused, emphasising her words. “Tonight isn’t about us sitting in a restaurant sharing a meal in front of sixty other patrons.” Rachel let go of Quinn’s left hand and brought her hand up to cup the side of Quinn’s face. “I just want to spend some time with you. I don’t care if we end up sitting in a stairwell all night, at least I’d be with you.”
“I don’t mind going to eat, Rachel. I’m just feeling kind of blah right now. I’m sorry. It’s not you. I just...hate being pregnant,” Quinn admitted quietly. Tears welled in her eyes and she looked away. “You probably think I’m the worst mother ever. I love my daughter, but I feel disgusting.”
Rachel pulled Quinn in for a hug, her arms wrapping around Quinn’s shoulders as she stood on her toes to get a better grip. “I love you, you know? I love everything about you and I think you’re one of the bravest mothers out there,” she said, her lips close to Quinn’s ear. Rachel pulled back slightly, keeping close to Quinn’s front as she let her left hand slide around the back of Quinn’s neck, her right hand brushing away a few stray tears from Quinn’s cheeks. “Here’s what we’re going to do tonight. We’re going to pick up some take out, park the car somewhere we won’t be disturbed. I have emergency blankets and pillows in the trunk, so we can cuddle in the backseat with the heat on and I’m going to tell you one hundred reasons why I love you and think you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever met.” She leaned up and kissed Quinn quickly. “I might have to stop a few times to check on the twins, but I won’t lose count.”
Quinn bit her lip, unsure of what she should do. “You made reservations...” she protested, feeling bad for ruining Rachel’s plans again. “Plus we’re all dressed up and you...you look so gorgeous. You didn’t get dressed up like that to sit in the backseat.”
Rachel shrugged a shoulder with a smile. “I don’t care about reservations. And this dress? I wore it for you, not for anyone else. And now that I know you think I look gorgeous, my night, in terms of my wardrobe, is complete,” Rachel replied with a wide grin. She leaned up again and kissed Quinn slowly. She let her thumb brush against Quinn’s jaw line when she pulled out of the kiss, resting her forehead against Quinn’s. “I just want to spend the night with you and I don’t care where that is. We’ll be together and that’s what is most important to me. So, Quinn Fabray, will you be my post-Valentine Valentine and spend the night with me in the backseat of my car?” Rachel asked with a grin and a wriggle of her eyebrows at her choice of words.
Chuckling, Quinn nodded. “I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be, Rachel Berry.” She kissed the brunette again and hugged her. Sometimes all she needed was to be in Rachel’s arms and right now felt like one of those times.
~*~*~
“Reason number eighty-two,” Rachel began, licking her lips as she chewed on her vegetarian burrito. “I love you because you wear the color pink,” she said with a grin and a giggle. They had parked the car on a side road near the Lima Reservoir, a five to ten minute drive away from home after opting for take-out from the restaurant.
Quinn had shuffled into the back seat while Rachel ventured into the trunk of her car to find the blanket and pillows she had stashed there in case of an emergency. Rachel spread the blanket over the both of them after handing Quinn a pillow to lean back against. Once they were settled, shoes kicked off, legs tangled beneath the blanket and their food distributed between them, Rachel had began counting down the top 100 reasons why she loved Quinn.
“You don’t have to keep going, you know...” Quinn said with a happy smile. She and her son were well sated and Rachel had made her feel more loved than she could ever remember feeling in her whole life. It surprised her how little effort it took from Rachel.
“I’m on a roll now. Reason eighty-one: Because your fourth finger is longer than your index finger,” Rachel said with a nod as she watched Quinn hurriedly inspect her fingers.
Quinn looked down at her hands with a slight frown. “That’s a weird thing to love. Why do you love it?”
Rachel shrugged. “Would you like a clean answer or a dirty one?” She asked with a grin. When Quinn shot her a look she relented. “Okay, okay. I love it because my fingers are like that, too,” She said shifting her burrito to her left hand and holding out her right to Quinn. “See?” She asked wiggling her fingers slightly.
The blonde took Rachel’s hand into her own. “Hmm, I never noticed that before.” Lifting the smaller tanned hand, she kissed the pad of each finger tip. “I love your fingers and not just because of the things they do to my body,” Quinn said quietly. “I used to stand by the door to the choir room from time to time in high school and listen to you play the piano when you thought no one was around.”
Rachel smiled. “I know. I could see you in the reflection of the piano,” she admitted, her fingers slipping through Quinn’s to hold her hand. “I just thought you were spying on me, really. Obviously it was because you were so insanely attracted to me, even back then, that you just couldn’t stay away,” Rachel added with a grin. “You were drawn to me, Quinn Fabray.”
“I guess there’s not really a way for me to deny that now...but it’s not like I was warm for your form,” Quinn said with a teasing smirk. She loved that saying. Mercedes’ brother used to say it all of the time.
Rachel groaned and let her head fall to the side, hitting the top of the seat. “That’s... please don’t use that again,” she pleaded with a grin. “Although, it does bring me to reason eighty. I love you because of the ridiculous things you say,” Rachel said with a smile. Rachel slid forward on the seat and leaned in to kiss Quinn briefly. When she pulled back, she remained in her new position, their legs pressed together.
Cupping Rachel’s cheek, Quinn took the time to properly kiss Rachel. She moved her lips over Rachel’s slowly, enjoying the feel of them pressing together. Then she licked along Rachel’s bottom lip waiting for Rachel to open for her tongue and moaned when Rachel’s flicked out to meet hers.
Rachel moved her tongue against Quinn’s, leaning into the kiss and moaning when she felt Quinn’s fingers sliding through her hair. She allowed the kiss to deepen, but enjoyed the slow, languid feel of it. They weren’t in a hurry to get anywhere, or to beat the clock on the twins next feeding. They could just sit huddled there, taking their time.
Quinn sighed into Rachel’s mouth, their tongues moving together in a slow kiss that she was starting to feel all the way down to toes. She let her fingers gently massage Rachel’s scalp, pressing at the back of her head so that she could slip her tongue deeper into Rachel’s mouth as she explored.
Rachel was vaguely aware of the burrito in her left hand as she tried to move closer to Quinn, her right hand moving to wrap around the back of Quinn’s neck pulling her closer. Rachel began to pull away, ending the kiss with a few shorter kisses against Quinn’s lips. Leaning her head back against the seat, she stared up at Quinn. “Reason seventy-nine: I love the way you make me feel alive with one kiss.”
~*~*~
Quinn shifted on the seat, managing to lay her head on Rachel’s shoulder as she listened to Rachel rattle off more compliments from her ridiculous list. “Hey, Rach...”
“Reason thirty-eight: I love how you wash the dishes... yeah?” Rachel said, turning her head slightly, her left hand coming up to gently hold Quinn’s head against her shoulder.
“Will you be my post-Valentine Valentine?” Quinn asked with a grin, her eyes sparkling as she looked over at the other woman.
Rachel beamed down at Quinn. “I thought you’d never ask,” she said, kissing Quinn’s forehead. “I’ll be your post-Valentine, Valentine for as long as you want me,” she added softly, her hand finding Quinn’s beneath the blanket and squeezing it gently. They were silent for few more minutes before Rachel started up again. “Reason thirty-seven: I love the little sigh you make just as you’re falling asleep. Reason thirty-six: I love you because you have amazing posture.”
“I have amazing posture? My back is constantly killing me. Your son does not help matters,” Quinn said, running her hand over her stomach. The baby had started to move around a little, slowly making his presence known.
Rachel nodded. “You do. It’s more noticeable when you’re not pregnant, but I love the way you hold yourself. You set your shoulders back and you stand up tall. I obviously can’t get the height you do, but it demands attention and I love that,” she said beginning to move her left arm to wrap around Quinn’s shoulders, pulling her closer as they sank a little lower in the seat.
Quinn chuckled, readjusting herself against Rachel’s side. “Okay, I’ll take your word for it.” She slipped her right hand under the blanket and stroked Rachel’s thigh lightly.
Rachel shifted slightly, enjoying the feel of Quinn’s hand on her thigh. “I’m quickly becoming an expert on all things Quinn Fabray, so you should take my word for it.” Rachel rest her cheek on the top of Quinn’s head.
~*~*~
Rachel dropped her phone beside them on the seat. “The twins and our family are fine. They were only mildly irritated by the phonecall, but were relieved I’ve managed to keep the calls under thirty seconds,” she said with a triumphant smile. “Ready for the top ten reasons?” Rachel asked, her right hand rubbing Quinn’s belly under the blanket.
Quinn smiled and returned her head to Rachel’s shoulder. “I’m ready. I can’t believe we made it all the way through.” She laced their fingers together and placed them on her stomach. She smiled when the baby moved towards the warmth. “He likes when you put your hand on my stomach. He always shifts to where your hand is.”
“It’s because he already knows he’s my favorite,” Rachel said with a grin, her thumb stroking Quinn softly. “Okay, reason number ten. I love the way you hum Baby Got Back when you brush your teeth at night,” Rachel revealed before her shoulders began to shake with mirth.
“I do not!” Quinn said, gasping in surprise as she sat up and looked over at Rachel in surprise. She nudged the brunette with her shoulder. “Is that really reason number ten?”
“You do! Maybe you don’t realize it, but you even shake your hips sometimes. It’s so hot,” Rachel admitted, pretending to swoon before straightening up with a grin. “And yes, that’s really number ten.”
Quinn felt her face grow hot and she looked away. She couldn’t believe Rachel had heard her humming that song once or twice. She couldn’t help it. Whenever she stood in the bathroom in her panties, she couldn’t help but be reminded of Cameron Diaz in Charlie’s Angels. “What’s number nine?” She asked, changing the subject.
Rachel leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Quinn’s cheek. “I think it’s adorable. You should do it more often,” she whispered. When she pulled away, she made sure to pull Quinn closer to her. “Okay, number nine: I love the way you wear your hair with the braid. You wore it that way a lot when we were at school. I miss them,” Rachel said, leaning her cheek against Quinn’s head. She moved her feet to rest on the center console between the fronts seats, tenting the blanket they were under.
Quinn snuggled into Rachel’s side and smiled. “I think I’m too old to wear them now, but they were always my favorite growing up. Abby’s hair is so wild and thick, I don’t get to do them for her too often. I can barely contain her hair with elastics, but she loves them too. Maybe the three of us can have a girly night and we’ll all do them. I bet she’d like that.”
Rachel smiled. “I’d like that. We could put on a movie and make some popcorn. Maybe do our nails,” she suggested. “I think it would be great fun. We could make it one our traditions. What do you think? My dad’s would probably be ecstatic about taking the twins for the night once they’re off the breast.”
“I’d like that. I don’t think she feels like a part of the family yet,” Quinn said quietly. “You’re still kind of like a stranger that happens to live with us. I want that to change. I know it’s going to take a while, but I think we could get there.” She didn’t want Rachel to feel like she was placing the blame. It wasn’t like that at all, but she couldn’t imagine how Abby was feeling.
“We’ll get there. Don’t worry,” Rachel replied softly, stroking Quinn’s arm. “Time for number eight. I love the glare you send my way when I’ve done something that’s really made you furious,” Rachel said. “I may not like it at the time, but I certainly appreciate the fire behind it later.”
Quinn bit her bottom lip, the words arousing her a little. “I think you’re just a masochist. That’s super kinky, Rachel Berry. Maybe we should do more roleplaying when we’re not both too exhausted to move,” she said, stifling the yawn that seemed to come from nowhere.
“I’ll be the teacher and you the naughty school girl? Or are you just itching to hit me with that yard stick?” Rachel asked in a low voice. Quinn was right, they were both exhausted, but it didn’t mean that Rachel wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to talk dirty to her girlfriend. “Reason seven: I love you because you let me do the most wonderful things to your body,” she whispered against Quinn’s ear.
The blonde shivered as Rachel’s breath moved over her skin. Turning her head, she pressed her lips to Rachel’s quickly, biting down harder than she usually would, but not enough to do any more than send a slight sting. “I love what you do to my body as well. I mean, if you couldn’t tell.”
Rachel ran her tongue over her lip, her breathing a little heavy. “A few more weeks. Just a few more weeks,” Rachel whispered as she closed her eyes, trying to calm her beating heart. “Reason six: I love you because you yell obscenities out the car window when another driver annoys you.”
“People should learn to drive,” Quinn mumbled. “I don’t do it in the car with Abby, though. At least, I try not to. Sometimes, I slip up.”
“It shocked me the first time, and I’ve been living in New York!” Rachel exclaimed. “You’re not nearly as bad as I am, to be honest, but who knew Quinn Fabray had a mouth on her? One that wasn’t being used to pleasure me,” Rachel added with a giggle, nudging Quinn’s shoulder.
“I think you just like making me blush,” Quinn said, trying to will the blush away from her face.
Rachel smiled. “I do enjoy that pink tinge to your cheeks and neck,” she said. “Reason number five: I love the way you fold your socks.” Rachel moved her left foot to rub it against Quinn’s under the blanket, her foot sliding up Quinn’s calf, teasingly.
Quinn exhaled slowly as Rachel’s foot moved along her leg, making her stockings rub against her already sensitive skin. It felt so good, but she was also really tired. “How do I fold my socks? I mean, doesn’t everyone fold their socks like that?”
Rachel curled her body toward Quinn's, her forehead pressing against Quinn's temple. "I roll my socks all the way down to maximize space in the drawer or a suitcase. You fold down the tops. I love it, but not for packing," she replied. “We’re almost at number one. But first, reason number four: I love you because you google me on your lunch breaks.”
“In my defense, because that sounds totally creepy, I never googled you prior to that. There a lot of things I either didn’t know or was too whatever when they were happening and I purposely didn’t pay them any attention. Like you were in the movie adaption of Spring Awakening with Jesse. I feel like that’s something pretty huge and I vaguely remember your father bragging about it at the precinct, but I tuned him out.” Quinn ran her hand over Rachel’s forehead, meeting her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’d really like to watch the movie with you sometime.”
Rachel looked at Quinn in slight disbelief. “You want to watch Spring Awakening with me? You do know that Wendla and Melchior fornicate in a hayloft, don’t you?” Rachel asked, making sure Quinn understood what she was suggesting.
Quinn frowned. “I did not know that, but it’s just a movie right? It’s only going to be...a little weird.”
Rachel didn’t want to ruin the night by revealing that it was during production that Jesse and her had rekindled their flame... if only for a few nights. “It’ll be fine. I’d love to watch it with you. I should warn you, I will probably mouth or recite Wendla’s lines a little too often.” Rachel stroked Quinn’s head, her fingers slipping through Quinn’s hair. “Ready for more reasons?” she asked. She felt Quinn nod slightly against her.
“Hmm, okay,” Rachel began, thinking up another reason she loved Quinn. Suddenly, she grinned. “Reason number three: I love the little sound you make when you sneeze. It’s not really even classified as a sneeze sound. More like a squeak. It’s utterly adorable and I love it.”
“Are you making fun of me and disguising it as a compliment?” Quinn’s eyes narrowed as she stifled a yawn.
“What?” Rachel exclaimed. “No! Of course not. I honestly think it is adorable. It’s almost not even classified as a sneeze,” she said seriously.
The blonde chuckled. “Okay so now we’re at the top two reasons. Is it weird that I’m kind of nervous about what you’re going to say?” She asked, kissing Rachel’s cheek.
“Well that’s ridiculous. I would have nothing but nice things to say,” Rachel replied, burying her head in the crook of Quinn’s shoulder and inhaling slowly. “Reason number two: I love the way you smell. It doesn’t matter if it’s after a long day at work, after you get out of the shower, when we’re laying in bed after I’ve just ravished you for over an hour... I just love your many aromas,” she finished with a giggle.
Quinn blushed and ducked her head. “There’s something dirty in there I’m sure, but I’m not complaining that you don’t find me stinky. I really love how you smell too. I like to bury my nose in your neck in the mornings. It’s my favorite.”
“That’s why I wake up and you’re all over me!” Rachel exclaimed. She’d been wondering for weeks why Quinn would complain about her kicking in her sleep, only to wake up with Quinn practically mounting her each morning. “That explains everything!” She said with a grin and pulling Quinn closer. “You can sniff me any time,” she said with a smile.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Quinn said, burying her nose in Rachel’s neck before pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin there. “What’s reason number one?”
Rachel sighed at the feel of Quinn’s lips on her neck before taking a deep breath. “I hope you’re ready for this,” she said seriously. “The number one reason I love you and think you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever met is because you can cook a meal,” she said. Rachel didn’t even hide a grin as she waited through the silence for Quinn’s reaction. That really wasn’t her number one reason, but it would be funny if Quinn thought it was.
Quinn blinked as she heard Rachel’s number one reason. “I-Huh...well okay? I wasn’t expecting that.” She was really confused. It seemed to have been a lot of build up for something that fell sort of flat.
Rachel giggled. “You have to keep me fed, you see?”
“I see...” Quinn said, not really bothered by the reason, but slightly disappointed. “So, can we go in now?”
Rachel pulled Quinn in closer. “I love how gullible you are,” she whispered into Quinn’s hair.
Frowning the blonde looked over at Rachel, affronted. “How am I gullible?”
“You really, honestly think that it’s your cooking that is the number one reason?” Rachel asked with a slight smile.
Quinn shrugged. “I don’t pretend to understand the complicated inner-workings of your brain.”
Rachel shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Oh, well if you don’t really want to know, we can begin the journey home,” she said, reaching for her uPhone getting ready to call the house to let her fathers know they were on the way home.
She ran her fingers down Rachel’s side in a tickling motion. “Will you just tell me?! I’m really tired.”
Rachel quickly grabbed Quinn’s finger. “Don’t start that, we’re both tired,” she said, pulling Quinn’s fingers away from her side. When Quinn’s fingers fought to move back to her side again, Rachel relented. “Okay, okay. Even though I do love your cooking and how gullible you can sometimes be, the real number one reason I love you,” she began, pausing for dramatic effect, but mostly due to the fact that she knew it was going to sound incredibly cheesy, even coming from her. “It’s because every time I look at you, I see my future.” Rachel cringed. That sounded a lot less cheesy in my head.
Quinn paused and smiled brightly at her, Rachel’s words causing her to get misty eyed. “Yeah?” She asked, sniffling.
“A-are you crying? I know it was clichéd, and not at all original like I usually aim to be, but there’s no need to cry,” Rachel said, trying to duck her head forward and get a look at Quinn’s face.
The blonde shook her head, but her shoulders still shook. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong. I just...thank you.”
“You’re a terrible liar, Quinn Fabray,” Rachel said, wrapping her arms around Quinn and burying her head in the crook of Quinn’s shoulder. “But it only makes me love you more.”
“What am I...lying about?” Quinn asked with a hiccup. She was having a hard time focusing on the conversation. Her hormones seemed to have a mind of their own.
“About you not crying when you shook your head,” Rachel said with a giggle. “Come on,” she said, reaching for Quinn’s legs and pulling them across her lap, causing Quinn to turn her body slightly. Rachel pulled back just enough so she could look Quinn in the eye. “Are they happy tears?”
Quinn took a shuddering breath, her sobs quieting. “Yes, they are...I just. It’s silly, but it just...thanks for tonight.”
Rachel beamed. “It has been a pretty spectacular evening, hasn’t it?” Rachel asked with a grin, her chest puffed out in pride. She felt Quinn nod her head against her shoulder and smiled, kissing the top of Quinn’s head. “I love you,” she said softly.
“I love you too,” Quinn whispered against Rachel’s neck, wrapping her arms around the shorter woman and hugging her tight. She pressed a series of kisses to Rachel’s skin and just held onto her.
Rachel sat there with Quinn in her arms for a while longer. Rachel began to hum a few songs softly, her hand rubbing Quinn’s back as she felt Quinn’s breath even out against her neck. They sat huddled together under the blanket just reveling in their embrace. They only began the short trip home at the last possible moment, wanting their time together to last as long as possible.
When: Saturday, 19th February 2019
Where: Rachel’s House/Las Palmas Restaurant
What: You know, it’s been so long
Status: Complete
Rachel was frantic. She checked her watch for the fifth time, noting it was already 6:35pm. “Argh!” She called out in frustration as she grabbed her handbag, letting it hang open as she checked to make sure she had everything she would need for the evening. She heard Benjamin start to cry and she dropped her bag on the table at the front door. “What’s wrong? Is he okay?” Rachel asked, rushing into the living room to find her father patting Benjamin on the back and bouncing him around.
Leeroy smiled over at Rachel. “My grandson is just fine,” he said, bouncing Benjamin against his shoulder slightly. “Will you please leave?” He asked, both eyebrows raised.
Rachel bit her lip and wrung her hands, glancing from her father to Millie and back again. “Are you sure I look okay?” Rachel looked down at herself and the dress she was wearing. She pulled it down slightly and ruffled the bottom a little. She hadn’t worn an actual dress since before her pregnancy and her body wasn’t exactly that appealing to look at right now. She finally looked up at Millie again. “I can’t believe you convinced me to buy a dress. I look hideous.”
Millie stood cradling Olivia to her body. She made her way over to Rachel and took one of her hands away from the bottom of the dress. “Stop fidgeting. You look beautiful.” She held Rachel’s gaze for a moment. “And Quinn will be the luckiest woman on Valentine’s Day to be sharing a table with you.”
“You mean, on the Saturday after Valentine’s Day,” Rachel replied with a shake of her head, disappointed in herself for not even being able to take Quinn out on the actual date.
“Rachel, you have two newborn infants and it was on a Monday. The point is you are going out tonight, on a date and you look beautiful.” Millie smiled at Rachel and shifted Olivia in her arm. “Now don’t leave your woman waiting.”
Rachel bit her lip and brought her closed fists up under chin, hunching her shoulders. “But,” she paused, her gaze shifting quickly from Benjamin to Olivia and back again. “They’re so little though. They’ll think I’m abandoning them. I have to cancel. No. Wait. Quinn will murder me,” Rachel looked desperately at Millie and her father. “Now I know what it must have felt like for Eponine when Marius asked her to deliver that message to Cosette!” She missed the glance between her father and Millie. “Fine, I’m going.”
“Good. Do not deprive me of the chance to get to know my niece and my nephew without mama bear hovering. And maybe, just maybe, your father and I want to talk about you while you aren’t here.” Millie teased as she continued working Rachel further out the door.
Rachel frowned at Millie’s words. “What?” She asked as she quickly grabbed her handbag. “Wait!” She exclaimed, quickly turning around to face them. “At least me say goodbye to them,” she added, her hands on her hips.
Millie could not contain the snort of laughter as Rachel put her hands on her hips. “I promise your dad and I will take good care of the munchkins. We might even text you a photo or two to tide you over while you are away. But now, come kiss them and get out of here before my sister gets impatient and ruins your plans to pick her up.”
Rachel quickly stepped forward and kissed Olivia’s forehead half a dozen times in quick succession. “Now, you just remember that I’m not leaving you. Your other mama and I just need a few hours to ravish each other,” Rachel explained to her daughter, running her hand gently over Olivia’s head. She kissed her one last time before turning toward her father, who had quietly crept up beside them. “You hear that Benjamin? Your Mama and I need alone time. We’ll be back later. You be good for your grandpas,” she cooed kissing him a few times on the forehead and cheeks.
Rachel straightened up and took a step back. “The bottles are in the fridge and they really like a story before you put them down and Benjamin likes it when his back is rubbed, in the small circles, not the big ones,” Rachel instructed, taking a second step closer to the door, feeling the cold night air behind her as her dad opened the front door behind her.
“We’ve got it. Now go!” Millie cradled Olivia closer to keep her warm as she watched Rachel make her way to the car. She lifted her hand to wave a final time before closing the front door. “I didn’t think she was ever going to leave, little one. I give her until the car is at the end of the driveway before she texts to check on you.”
Rachel hurried down the front steps, stopping to glance back at the front door to check just one last time. She saw Millie wave and then close the door. Rachel bit her lip and debated cancelling once more. No, she couldn’t do that to Quinn. They needed this. It would be their first date since the babies had been born and their first date since her birthday. Rachel quickly made her way to her car and buckled herself in, turning on the engine and turning up the heat. She scrambled for her uPhone in her handbag and quickly sent Quinn a text message. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. I can’t wait to see you! xx R
Her thumb hovered over the call button, debating whether she should call the house, just to make sure they were okay. She caved and called the house, her father answering the phone. As soon as she opened her mouth though, her father told her to get off the phone because he was going to hang up on her. Rachel had deflated. “Okay, fine,” she said into the phone, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She dropped her uPhone back into her handbag and tried to focus on the night ahead. With a small smile, she put the car in drive and finally left the driveway.
Quinn looked down at her phone and smiled. She was in Brittany’s bedroom getting ready while Brittany and Emma lay on the couch watching a movie. She sat on the bed, careful not to wrinkle her new dress. She wouldn’t have normally bought a new dress, but nothing fit her anymore and this was supposed to be a special night. She flipped her phone sideways and started to type.
Are you really on your way or are you still sitting in the driveway?
Rachel heard her phone vibrate in her bag just as she pulled out of the driveway. She put the car in park and reached for her uPhone, almost worried it might have to do with the twins already. She slid her thumb across the screen and saw Quinn’s message. She rolled her eyes. I’m *out* of the driveway, thank you very much. Now stop distracting me or I’ll be late... I can’t wait to see what you’re wearing, by the way. :) xx R
Rachel set her uPhone on the passenger seat and began to drive off, thoughts of Quinn filling her head.
Shall I take a picture and send it? On second thought, it might cause an accident. So, I won’t. :P
Quinn shook her head as the text sent and moved back in front of the mirror. Her smile faltered a little as she looked at her reflection. She was so much fatter with this pregnancy. She pinched her cheek. Her body was going to take a longer time to recover and her breasts were going to just be saggy. She sighed and looked at her phone again. She should cancel. She suddenly wasn’t in the mood to go out, but she couldn’t disappoint Rachel. She’d insisted they needed a date and that’s why she’d agreed. Her reluctance was because she’d been so depressed lately. She’d lock herself in the bathroom at work and cry for a good half an hour on her lunch break, wanting to get it out before she went home to Rachel and the babies.
She missed Abby. She missed her body. She was worried about Puck and Finn and even Mike. She was happy about the twins and being with Rachel, but felt like she was losing her autonomy. Her life had been rapidly changing and she couldn’t seem to really hold on anymore. Sighing, she went back to fixing her makeup. She wasn’t going to think about this right now. She’d just focus on making tonight the best for Rachel. That was the most important thing.
It really did only take fifteen minutes for Rachel to make it to Brittany’s apartment. She parked the car as close to the front door as possible and hurried into the building. Rachel had insisted it be a proper date, where she would need to go to the front door and pick Quinn up. Now that they were living together more permanently, it didn’t seem fair that Quinn would have to miss out on that aspect of their relationship. She pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear and pulled down on her dress again, hating that it seemed her belly had barely shrunk still. Rachel took a deep breath and knocked on the apartment door.
“Don’t get up,” Quinn called out as she rushed past the couch, not that either woman moved. She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath before opening the door with a bright smile. “Hi!” She said, kissing Rachel’s cheek.
The opening of the door and the hurried kiss on her cheek had Rachel startled. She shook her head slightly to clear it and looked over her girlfriend’s body carefully. She bit her bottom lip as she noted how Quinn’s dress accentuated her baby bump. Dragging her eyes back up to Quinn’s, she stepped up close, her right hand finding Quinn’s belly as her lips found Quinn’s. Rachel kissed her slowly as her eyes slipped closed, deepening the kiss.
“You look amazing,” Rachel greeted her as she pulled back to rest her forehead against Quinn’s. “Makes me wish we were going to a hotel room instead of a restaurant,” she whispered with a smile. Rachel glanced over Quinn’s shoulder and caught Brittany and Emma on the couch, both leaning their torsos in their direction, trying to eavesdrop. “We should stop giving the natives a show,” Rachel joked as her fingers found Quinn’s and gently tugged Quinn toward her.
Quinn smiled softly, her mood improving instantly at the sight of the other woman. “Probably,” she heard Brittany say something in protest, but couldn’t make out what exactly she’d said. “Let’s get out of here before they demand a show, the blonde said, moving toward the door.
Rachel stepped back, allowing room for Quinn to make her way out of the apartment. As soon as the front door was closed, Rachel stepped up close to Quinn, her lips against the blonde’s ear. “You look absolutely beautiful tonight,” Rachel whispered before pressing her lips to Quinn’s cheek. “Come on, I want to show off my beautiful girlfriend,” she added, making a move toward the car, tugging on Quinn’s arm.
The blonde hesitated. “What do you mean show me off?”
Rachel stopped and turned to face Quinn. She noticed Quinn’s hesitance, but wasn’t sure where it was stemming from. “I just meant that I wanted to walk into that restaurant with you on my arm.” Rachel watched Quinn’s reaction carefully. “We don’t have to, though,” she offered with a smile.
“We can...” Quinn started, not wanting to make a big deal about it. “We can,” she said again, firmly. “Where are we going?”
Rachel stopped Quinn and stood in front of her, blocking her path. “Quinn, look at me,” she ordered the blonde. She linked both their hands, her thumbs caressing the back of Quinn’s hands. “I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. I booked us a table at Las Palmas. I thought it might be nice to have a little Mexcian, but,” she paused, emphasising her words. “Tonight isn’t about us sitting in a restaurant sharing a meal in front of sixty other patrons.” Rachel let go of Quinn’s left hand and brought her hand up to cup the side of Quinn’s face. “I just want to spend some time with you. I don’t care if we end up sitting in a stairwell all night, at least I’d be with you.”
“I don’t mind going to eat, Rachel. I’m just feeling kind of blah right now. I’m sorry. It’s not you. I just...hate being pregnant,” Quinn admitted quietly. Tears welled in her eyes and she looked away. “You probably think I’m the worst mother ever. I love my daughter, but I feel disgusting.”
Rachel pulled Quinn in for a hug, her arms wrapping around Quinn’s shoulders as she stood on her toes to get a better grip. “I love you, you know? I love everything about you and I think you’re one of the bravest mothers out there,” she said, her lips close to Quinn’s ear. Rachel pulled back slightly, keeping close to Quinn’s front as she let her left hand slide around the back of Quinn’s neck, her right hand brushing away a few stray tears from Quinn’s cheeks. “Here’s what we’re going to do tonight. We’re going to pick up some take out, park the car somewhere we won’t be disturbed. I have emergency blankets and pillows in the trunk, so we can cuddle in the backseat with the heat on and I’m going to tell you one hundred reasons why I love you and think you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever met.” She leaned up and kissed Quinn quickly. “I might have to stop a few times to check on the twins, but I won’t lose count.”
Quinn bit her lip, unsure of what she should do. “You made reservations...” she protested, feeling bad for ruining Rachel’s plans again. “Plus we’re all dressed up and you...you look so gorgeous. You didn’t get dressed up like that to sit in the backseat.”
Rachel shrugged a shoulder with a smile. “I don’t care about reservations. And this dress? I wore it for you, not for anyone else. And now that I know you think I look gorgeous, my night, in terms of my wardrobe, is complete,” Rachel replied with a wide grin. She leaned up again and kissed Quinn slowly. She let her thumb brush against Quinn’s jaw line when she pulled out of the kiss, resting her forehead against Quinn’s. “I just want to spend the night with you and I don’t care where that is. We’ll be together and that’s what is most important to me. So, Quinn Fabray, will you be my post-Valentine Valentine and spend the night with me in the backseat of my car?” Rachel asked with a grin and a wriggle of her eyebrows at her choice of words.
Chuckling, Quinn nodded. “I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be, Rachel Berry.” She kissed the brunette again and hugged her. Sometimes all she needed was to be in Rachel’s arms and right now felt like one of those times.
~*~*~
“Reason number eighty-two,” Rachel began, licking her lips as she chewed on her vegetarian burrito. “I love you because you wear the color pink,” she said with a grin and a giggle. They had parked the car on a side road near the Lima Reservoir, a five to ten minute drive away from home after opting for take-out from the restaurant.
Quinn had shuffled into the back seat while Rachel ventured into the trunk of her car to find the blanket and pillows she had stashed there in case of an emergency. Rachel spread the blanket over the both of them after handing Quinn a pillow to lean back against. Once they were settled, shoes kicked off, legs tangled beneath the blanket and their food distributed between them, Rachel had began counting down the top 100 reasons why she loved Quinn.
“You don’t have to keep going, you know...” Quinn said with a happy smile. She and her son were well sated and Rachel had made her feel more loved than she could ever remember feeling in her whole life. It surprised her how little effort it took from Rachel.
“I’m on a roll now. Reason eighty-one: Because your fourth finger is longer than your index finger,” Rachel said with a nod as she watched Quinn hurriedly inspect her fingers.
Quinn looked down at her hands with a slight frown. “That’s a weird thing to love. Why do you love it?”
Rachel shrugged. “Would you like a clean answer or a dirty one?” She asked with a grin. When Quinn shot her a look she relented. “Okay, okay. I love it because my fingers are like that, too,” She said shifting her burrito to her left hand and holding out her right to Quinn. “See?” She asked wiggling her fingers slightly.
The blonde took Rachel’s hand into her own. “Hmm, I never noticed that before.” Lifting the smaller tanned hand, she kissed the pad of each finger tip. “I love your fingers and not just because of the things they do to my body,” Quinn said quietly. “I used to stand by the door to the choir room from time to time in high school and listen to you play the piano when you thought no one was around.”
Rachel smiled. “I know. I could see you in the reflection of the piano,” she admitted, her fingers slipping through Quinn’s to hold her hand. “I just thought you were spying on me, really. Obviously it was because you were so insanely attracted to me, even back then, that you just couldn’t stay away,” Rachel added with a grin. “You were drawn to me, Quinn Fabray.”
“I guess there’s not really a way for me to deny that now...but it’s not like I was warm for your form,” Quinn said with a teasing smirk. She loved that saying. Mercedes’ brother used to say it all of the time.
Rachel groaned and let her head fall to the side, hitting the top of the seat. “That’s... please don’t use that again,” she pleaded with a grin. “Although, it does bring me to reason eighty. I love you because of the ridiculous things you say,” Rachel said with a smile. Rachel slid forward on the seat and leaned in to kiss Quinn briefly. When she pulled back, she remained in her new position, their legs pressed together.
Cupping Rachel’s cheek, Quinn took the time to properly kiss Rachel. She moved her lips over Rachel’s slowly, enjoying the feel of them pressing together. Then she licked along Rachel’s bottom lip waiting for Rachel to open for her tongue and moaned when Rachel’s flicked out to meet hers.
Rachel moved her tongue against Quinn’s, leaning into the kiss and moaning when she felt Quinn’s fingers sliding through her hair. She allowed the kiss to deepen, but enjoyed the slow, languid feel of it. They weren’t in a hurry to get anywhere, or to beat the clock on the twins next feeding. They could just sit huddled there, taking their time.
Quinn sighed into Rachel’s mouth, their tongues moving together in a slow kiss that she was starting to feel all the way down to toes. She let her fingers gently massage Rachel’s scalp, pressing at the back of her head so that she could slip her tongue deeper into Rachel’s mouth as she explored.
Rachel was vaguely aware of the burrito in her left hand as she tried to move closer to Quinn, her right hand moving to wrap around the back of Quinn’s neck pulling her closer. Rachel began to pull away, ending the kiss with a few shorter kisses against Quinn’s lips. Leaning her head back against the seat, she stared up at Quinn. “Reason seventy-nine: I love the way you make me feel alive with one kiss.”
~*~*~
Quinn shifted on the seat, managing to lay her head on Rachel’s shoulder as she listened to Rachel rattle off more compliments from her ridiculous list. “Hey, Rach...”
“Reason thirty-eight: I love how you wash the dishes... yeah?” Rachel said, turning her head slightly, her left hand coming up to gently hold Quinn’s head against her shoulder.
“Will you be my post-Valentine Valentine?” Quinn asked with a grin, her eyes sparkling as she looked over at the other woman.
Rachel beamed down at Quinn. “I thought you’d never ask,” she said, kissing Quinn’s forehead. “I’ll be your post-Valentine, Valentine for as long as you want me,” she added softly, her hand finding Quinn’s beneath the blanket and squeezing it gently. They were silent for few more minutes before Rachel started up again. “Reason thirty-seven: I love the little sigh you make just as you’re falling asleep. Reason thirty-six: I love you because you have amazing posture.”
“I have amazing posture? My back is constantly killing me. Your son does not help matters,” Quinn said, running her hand over her stomach. The baby had started to move around a little, slowly making his presence known.
Rachel nodded. “You do. It’s more noticeable when you’re not pregnant, but I love the way you hold yourself. You set your shoulders back and you stand up tall. I obviously can’t get the height you do, but it demands attention and I love that,” she said beginning to move her left arm to wrap around Quinn’s shoulders, pulling her closer as they sank a little lower in the seat.
Quinn chuckled, readjusting herself against Rachel’s side. “Okay, I’ll take your word for it.” She slipped her right hand under the blanket and stroked Rachel’s thigh lightly.
Rachel shifted slightly, enjoying the feel of Quinn’s hand on her thigh. “I’m quickly becoming an expert on all things Quinn Fabray, so you should take my word for it.” Rachel rest her cheek on the top of Quinn’s head.
~*~*~
Rachel dropped her phone beside them on the seat. “The twins and our family are fine. They were only mildly irritated by the phonecall, but were relieved I’ve managed to keep the calls under thirty seconds,” she said with a triumphant smile. “Ready for the top ten reasons?” Rachel asked, her right hand rubbing Quinn’s belly under the blanket.
Quinn smiled and returned her head to Rachel’s shoulder. “I’m ready. I can’t believe we made it all the way through.” She laced their fingers together and placed them on her stomach. She smiled when the baby moved towards the warmth. “He likes when you put your hand on my stomach. He always shifts to where your hand is.”
“It’s because he already knows he’s my favorite,” Rachel said with a grin, her thumb stroking Quinn softly. “Okay, reason number ten. I love the way you hum Baby Got Back when you brush your teeth at night,” Rachel revealed before her shoulders began to shake with mirth.
“I do not!” Quinn said, gasping in surprise as she sat up and looked over at Rachel in surprise. She nudged the brunette with her shoulder. “Is that really reason number ten?”
“You do! Maybe you don’t realize it, but you even shake your hips sometimes. It’s so hot,” Rachel admitted, pretending to swoon before straightening up with a grin. “And yes, that’s really number ten.”
Quinn felt her face grow hot and she looked away. She couldn’t believe Rachel had heard her humming that song once or twice. She couldn’t help it. Whenever she stood in the bathroom in her panties, she couldn’t help but be reminded of Cameron Diaz in Charlie’s Angels. “What’s number nine?” She asked, changing the subject.
Rachel leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Quinn’s cheek. “I think it’s adorable. You should do it more often,” she whispered. When she pulled away, she made sure to pull Quinn closer to her. “Okay, number nine: I love the way you wear your hair with the braid. You wore it that way a lot when we were at school. I miss them,” Rachel said, leaning her cheek against Quinn’s head. She moved her feet to rest on the center console between the fronts seats, tenting the blanket they were under.
Quinn snuggled into Rachel’s side and smiled. “I think I’m too old to wear them now, but they were always my favorite growing up. Abby’s hair is so wild and thick, I don’t get to do them for her too often. I can barely contain her hair with elastics, but she loves them too. Maybe the three of us can have a girly night and we’ll all do them. I bet she’d like that.”
Rachel smiled. “I’d like that. We could put on a movie and make some popcorn. Maybe do our nails,” she suggested. “I think it would be great fun. We could make it one our traditions. What do you think? My dad’s would probably be ecstatic about taking the twins for the night once they’re off the breast.”
“I’d like that. I don’t think she feels like a part of the family yet,” Quinn said quietly. “You’re still kind of like a stranger that happens to live with us. I want that to change. I know it’s going to take a while, but I think we could get there.” She didn’t want Rachel to feel like she was placing the blame. It wasn’t like that at all, but she couldn’t imagine how Abby was feeling.
“We’ll get there. Don’t worry,” Rachel replied softly, stroking Quinn’s arm. “Time for number eight. I love the glare you send my way when I’ve done something that’s really made you furious,” Rachel said. “I may not like it at the time, but I certainly appreciate the fire behind it later.”
Quinn bit her bottom lip, the words arousing her a little. “I think you’re just a masochist. That’s super kinky, Rachel Berry. Maybe we should do more roleplaying when we’re not both too exhausted to move,” she said, stifling the yawn that seemed to come from nowhere.
“I’ll be the teacher and you the naughty school girl? Or are you just itching to hit me with that yard stick?” Rachel asked in a low voice. Quinn was right, they were both exhausted, but it didn’t mean that Rachel wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to talk dirty to her girlfriend. “Reason seven: I love you because you let me do the most wonderful things to your body,” she whispered against Quinn’s ear.
The blonde shivered as Rachel’s breath moved over her skin. Turning her head, she pressed her lips to Rachel’s quickly, biting down harder than she usually would, but not enough to do any more than send a slight sting. “I love what you do to my body as well. I mean, if you couldn’t tell.”
Rachel ran her tongue over her lip, her breathing a little heavy. “A few more weeks. Just a few more weeks,” Rachel whispered as she closed her eyes, trying to calm her beating heart. “Reason six: I love you because you yell obscenities out the car window when another driver annoys you.”
“People should learn to drive,” Quinn mumbled. “I don’t do it in the car with Abby, though. At least, I try not to. Sometimes, I slip up.”
“It shocked me the first time, and I’ve been living in New York!” Rachel exclaimed. “You’re not nearly as bad as I am, to be honest, but who knew Quinn Fabray had a mouth on her? One that wasn’t being used to pleasure me,” Rachel added with a giggle, nudging Quinn’s shoulder.
“I think you just like making me blush,” Quinn said, trying to will the blush away from her face.
Rachel smiled. “I do enjoy that pink tinge to your cheeks and neck,” she said. “Reason number five: I love the way you fold your socks.” Rachel moved her left foot to rub it against Quinn’s under the blanket, her foot sliding up Quinn’s calf, teasingly.
Quinn exhaled slowly as Rachel’s foot moved along her leg, making her stockings rub against her already sensitive skin. It felt so good, but she was also really tired. “How do I fold my socks? I mean, doesn’t everyone fold their socks like that?”
Rachel curled her body toward Quinn's, her forehead pressing against Quinn's temple. "I roll my socks all the way down to maximize space in the drawer or a suitcase. You fold down the tops. I love it, but not for packing," she replied. “We’re almost at number one. But first, reason number four: I love you because you google me on your lunch breaks.”
“In my defense, because that sounds totally creepy, I never googled you prior to that. There a lot of things I either didn’t know or was too whatever when they were happening and I purposely didn’t pay them any attention. Like you were in the movie adaption of Spring Awakening with Jesse. I feel like that’s something pretty huge and I vaguely remember your father bragging about it at the precinct, but I tuned him out.” Quinn ran her hand over Rachel’s forehead, meeting her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’d really like to watch the movie with you sometime.”
Rachel looked at Quinn in slight disbelief. “You want to watch Spring Awakening with me? You do know that Wendla and Melchior fornicate in a hayloft, don’t you?” Rachel asked, making sure Quinn understood what she was suggesting.
Quinn frowned. “I did not know that, but it’s just a movie right? It’s only going to be...a little weird.”
Rachel didn’t want to ruin the night by revealing that it was during production that Jesse and her had rekindled their flame... if only for a few nights. “It’ll be fine. I’d love to watch it with you. I should warn you, I will probably mouth or recite Wendla’s lines a little too often.” Rachel stroked Quinn’s head, her fingers slipping through Quinn’s hair. “Ready for more reasons?” she asked. She felt Quinn nod slightly against her.
“Hmm, okay,” Rachel began, thinking up another reason she loved Quinn. Suddenly, she grinned. “Reason number three: I love the little sound you make when you sneeze. It’s not really even classified as a sneeze sound. More like a squeak. It’s utterly adorable and I love it.”
“Are you making fun of me and disguising it as a compliment?” Quinn’s eyes narrowed as she stifled a yawn.
“What?” Rachel exclaimed. “No! Of course not. I honestly think it is adorable. It’s almost not even classified as a sneeze,” she said seriously.
The blonde chuckled. “Okay so now we’re at the top two reasons. Is it weird that I’m kind of nervous about what you’re going to say?” She asked, kissing Rachel’s cheek.
“Well that’s ridiculous. I would have nothing but nice things to say,” Rachel replied, burying her head in the crook of Quinn’s shoulder and inhaling slowly. “Reason number two: I love the way you smell. It doesn’t matter if it’s after a long day at work, after you get out of the shower, when we’re laying in bed after I’ve just ravished you for over an hour... I just love your many aromas,” she finished with a giggle.
Quinn blushed and ducked her head. “There’s something dirty in there I’m sure, but I’m not complaining that you don’t find me stinky. I really love how you smell too. I like to bury my nose in your neck in the mornings. It’s my favorite.”
“That’s why I wake up and you’re all over me!” Rachel exclaimed. She’d been wondering for weeks why Quinn would complain about her kicking in her sleep, only to wake up with Quinn practically mounting her each morning. “That explains everything!” She said with a grin and pulling Quinn closer. “You can sniff me any time,” she said with a smile.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Quinn said, burying her nose in Rachel’s neck before pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin there. “What’s reason number one?”
Rachel sighed at the feel of Quinn’s lips on her neck before taking a deep breath. “I hope you’re ready for this,” she said seriously. “The number one reason I love you and think you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever met is because you can cook a meal,” she said. Rachel didn’t even hide a grin as she waited through the silence for Quinn’s reaction. That really wasn’t her number one reason, but it would be funny if Quinn thought it was.
Quinn blinked as she heard Rachel’s number one reason. “I-Huh...well okay? I wasn’t expecting that.” She was really confused. It seemed to have been a lot of build up for something that fell sort of flat.
Rachel giggled. “You have to keep me fed, you see?”
“I see...” Quinn said, not really bothered by the reason, but slightly disappointed. “So, can we go in now?”
Rachel pulled Quinn in closer. “I love how gullible you are,” she whispered into Quinn’s hair.
Frowning the blonde looked over at Rachel, affronted. “How am I gullible?”
“You really, honestly think that it’s your cooking that is the number one reason?” Rachel asked with a slight smile.
Quinn shrugged. “I don’t pretend to understand the complicated inner-workings of your brain.”
Rachel shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Oh, well if you don’t really want to know, we can begin the journey home,” she said, reaching for her uPhone getting ready to call the house to let her fathers know they were on the way home.
She ran her fingers down Rachel’s side in a tickling motion. “Will you just tell me?! I’m really tired.”
Rachel quickly grabbed Quinn’s finger. “Don’t start that, we’re both tired,” she said, pulling Quinn’s fingers away from her side. When Quinn’s fingers fought to move back to her side again, Rachel relented. “Okay, okay. Even though I do love your cooking and how gullible you can sometimes be, the real number one reason I love you,” she began, pausing for dramatic effect, but mostly due to the fact that she knew it was going to sound incredibly cheesy, even coming from her. “It’s because every time I look at you, I see my future.” Rachel cringed. That sounded a lot less cheesy in my head.
Quinn paused and smiled brightly at her, Rachel’s words causing her to get misty eyed. “Yeah?” She asked, sniffling.
“A-are you crying? I know it was clichéd, and not at all original like I usually aim to be, but there’s no need to cry,” Rachel said, trying to duck her head forward and get a look at Quinn’s face.
The blonde shook her head, but her shoulders still shook. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong. I just...thank you.”
“You’re a terrible liar, Quinn Fabray,” Rachel said, wrapping her arms around Quinn and burying her head in the crook of Quinn’s shoulder. “But it only makes me love you more.”
“What am I...lying about?” Quinn asked with a hiccup. She was having a hard time focusing on the conversation. Her hormones seemed to have a mind of their own.
“About you not crying when you shook your head,” Rachel said with a giggle. “Come on,” she said, reaching for Quinn’s legs and pulling them across her lap, causing Quinn to turn her body slightly. Rachel pulled back just enough so she could look Quinn in the eye. “Are they happy tears?”
Quinn took a shuddering breath, her sobs quieting. “Yes, they are...I just. It’s silly, but it just...thanks for tonight.”
Rachel beamed. “It has been a pretty spectacular evening, hasn’t it?” Rachel asked with a grin, her chest puffed out in pride. She felt Quinn nod her head against her shoulder and smiled, kissing the top of Quinn’s head. “I love you,” she said softly.
“I love you too,” Quinn whispered against Rachel’s neck, wrapping her arms around the shorter woman and hugging her tight. She pressed a series of kisses to Rachel’s skin and just held onto her.
Rachel sat there with Quinn in her arms for a while longer. Rachel began to hum a few songs softly, her hand rubbing Quinn’s back as she felt Quinn’s breath even out against her neck. They sat huddled together under the blanket just reveling in their embrace. They only began the short trip home at the last possible moment, wanting their time together to last as long as possible.