Rachel smiles and reaches over to turn the car off. "I'm sure. Come on."

She doesn't give Quinn another chance to argue as she takes the keys and quickly gets out of the car. Quinn takes a deep breath before getting out of the car and following her inside.

This woman will be the death of her.

She follows Rachel into the house and closes the door behind her.

"I'm just gonna go change really quick," Rachel calls out and goes to her bedroom.

Quinn goes to the living room and sits at her usual spot on the couch. It's not long before Rachel emerges wearing a tank top and a pair of really short shorts. Quinn swallows at the sight.

"It's been a long day and I could use some wine. Want some?" Rachel asks as she walks by towards the kitchen.

"Um, sure?" Quinn says.

Rachel quickly returns holding two glasses of red wine. She hands one to Quinn.

"I could be arrested for giving alcohol to a minor, so you're not allowed to leave tonight," she jokes.

Quinn rolls her eyes with a smile. "Whatever you say."

They both sit there in silence, sipping at their wine. Quinn is already done with her glass and sets it down on the floor when Rachel speaks.

"So, what have you been up to lately?" she asks, also setting her glass down.

Quinn shrugs. "Not much. Life hasn't been all that interesting." Outside of you, she thinks.

Rachel turns to her side and relaxes against the back of the couch. "Do you miss high school yet?"

"It hasn't really hit me. I don't think it ever will. And plus, I've got at least four more years of school to go. I'll probably forget all about McKinley."

Rachel shakes her head. "Sometimes I miss it. I actually enjoyed going there for the most part."

"I wonder what you were like in high school," Quinn smirks.

"Oh! I'll show you." The older woman jumps up from the couch and runs to her room.

Before Quinn can ask what's going on, Rachel returns holding a few McKinley yearbooks. The blonde smiles. This should be good.

Rachel plops down directly next to her on the couch and hands Quinn one of the red books.

"This is from my sophomore year," she says.

Quinn immediately flips to the sophomore section and starts looking for Rachel. She recalls Rachel and Judy's maiden name, and looks for Rachel Berry.

She finds the picture of her young aunt and can't stop herself from snorting. "That's a cute reindeer sweater."

Rachel pouts. "Shut up. I wasn't all that fashionally inclined at the time."

"Hey, you look cute. Are there any other pictures of you?"

"Yeah," Rachel reaches over and starts flipping through the pages. "That's me in the chess club. And that's the math club. That's the AV club. Oh and that creepy kid behind me me was Jacob Ben Israel, he had the biggest crush on me. That's the fencing club. That's the world religions club. That's the -"

"Jesus, Rachel. How many freaking clubs were you in?" Quinn interrupts.

"For this year, I'd say almost all of them."

Quinn shakes her head and laughs.

Rachel ignores her and turns to another page.

"The was glee, my favorite club out of all of them."

"I didn't even know we had a glee club," Quinn remarks.

"Last I heard, your coach Sylvester had it shut down sometime after I graduated."

"Sounds like her." Quinn examines the picture. It's a group of kids with Rachel front and center holding a trophy. She notices her aunt looks really happy in this picture. Happier than in the other pictures at least.

"We did some competitions throughout the year. For this year, we won Sectionals."

Quinn smiles.

Rachel points to a boy in the photo wearing a green scarf. "That's Kurt. He was my best friend back then." She then points to another boy that was more masculine looking than Kurt, but still had perfectly coiffed hair. "And that's Jesse. He was my high school sweetheart. But we didn't get together until junior year. Speaking of which..."

Rachel pulls out the next yearbook, which Quinn assumes is from her junior year. She takes it and does the same thing as the last one and seeks out Rachel's picture first.

She laughs even louder this time. This is definitely getting better. "What's with the pigtails and school girl outfit?"

Rachel smacks her arm. "I'll have you know that Britney's Baby One More Time was huge back then," she says, embarrassed. "And I was trying to impress Jesse, but it didn't really work," she mumbles.

"Sorry," Quinn giggles. "It's no reindeer sweater, but it's still adorable."

"Oh god, just turn the fucking page! I can't even look at it." Rachel leans her forehead against her palm.

Quinn quickly does as she's told and flips to the glee club photo again.

It's exactly the same as the last one, with Rachel holding a trophy in the middle. Except everyone looks slightly older.

"We actually won Regionals this year," Rachel says.

Quinn nods and notices that the Jesse kid has his arm around her in the picture, so she assumes they were a couple at this time. She feels a bit of jealousy knowing that he was able to hold her like that.

Rachel hands over the last yearbook. "And now, senior year."

Quinn smiles and takes the book. When she finds Rachel's senior portrait, she raises her eyebrows. Rachel is wearing a simple black top with her hair perfectly curled. "Wow, you actually look normal in this one," she comments.

Rachel laughs. "Well it was my last chance so I couldn't screw it up."

Quinn once again goes to the glee club page. But this picture was different from the other two. It was all the same kids. Only this time, they're all on a stage wearing matching outfits with confetti falling all around them. None of them are looking at the camera, but they're all smiling and cheering. Quinn figures it was probably taken while they were in the midst of celebrating.

"That's when we finally won Nationals."

That makes sense, Quinn thinks.

"You look so happy here."

Rachel nods. "That was one of the happiest moments of my life."

She takes the book and turns to another page. "This is me and Jesse at prom."

Quinn feels her breath taken away at the photo before her. Jesse was clad in a tuxedo. And on his arm was Rachel, who was wearing a strapless, champagne colored gown with her hair perfectly done over one shoulder.

That guy was a lucky bastard, Quinn thinks bitterly to herself.

"You look beautiful."

Rachel blushes. "Thank you."

"What happened to Jesse?" Quinn can't help but ask.

She sighs. "He was offered a full ride to UCLA. So, inevitably, we broke up after graduation. We haven't spoken since then. And last I heard, he's producing for this new record label in Los Angeles and he's also married with kids."

Quinn smiles, feeling slightly relieved.

"Anyway, that was high school for me," Rachel says as she closes the book.

Quinn turns to look at her and grins. "I bet we would have been friends if we went to high school together."

Rachel frowns. "Hmm, I'm not sure about that. You were a cheerleader, and all the popular kids never really gave me the time of day."

"Well, it's different nowadays. I was friends with some pretty dorky people."

"Yeah, but still. You're gorgeous and that alone would be enough to intimidate anyone. Same with Santana."

Quinn internally high fives herself when Rachel says that she's gorgeous. And she tries to control her reaction by not grinning like an idiot.

"I'm just saying."

"People are intimidated by Santana, but not for that reason," she laughs.

"That doesn't surprise me at all," Rachel smiles.

The older woman yawns and leans into Quinn's side, resting her head on her shoulder. Quinn stops breathing and remains stiff for a moment, feeling her entire body heat up. When she remembers how to move, she slowly wraps her arm around Rachel's back. They stay like that in silence for a few minutes.

"I should probably go to bed," Rachel mumbles.

"Mhmm," Quinn says.

But neither of them move.

"Rach?" Quinn carefully cranes her head and looks down to see that Rachel's eyes are closed and she's already passed out.

She smiles and places a gentle kiss at the top of the woman's head, careful not to disturb her. She then leans her head on top of hers and closes her own eyes.

Quinn hears the sound of birds chirping and carefully opens her eyes. All she sees is a head of brown hair. She notices that they're still in the exact same position as they were when they fell asleep and smiles.

However, the smile is short lived after she shifts slightly and a massive horror comes to her attention. She looks down and sure enough, an enormous bulge is straining against her shorts.

Shit! If Rachel wakes up, that'll be the first thing she sees!

Quinn closes her eyes and takes deep breaths, willing for it to go down. But it's not working. And Rachel's hand being directly next to it on her lap doesn't help at all. She feels the woman begin to stir.

Fuck! Think of something! Anything! Sue Sylvester! Santana's grandma! Principal Figgins! All three of them fucking! Oh god, gross!

She finally feels it going down in record time and sighs in relief. That would have been a terrible situation.

She feels Rachel move again watches silently as she slowly sits up. The older woman blinks a few times and stares down blearily at Quinn, who thinks it's pretty damn cute.

When she finally takes in her surroundings, Rachel's eyes widen.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry, Quinn! I didn't mean to fall asleep on you."

Quinn shrugs. "It's all right. You were pretty tired."

"That's still no excuse."

Quinn's not complaining. It was the perfect way to wake up. Well, minus the morning wood...

"Don't worry about it," she smiles.

Rachel looks like she wants to argue more, but doesn't. She quickly stands and stretches out her arms with a yawn.

"I'm gonna go make some coffee," she says before disappearing into the kitchen.

Quinn watches her go. She can still smell the faint scent of Rachel lingering around her and it makes her smile. So fucking perfect.

She goes into the kitchen and sees Rachel rummaging through the cupboards for a coffee mug.

"So, what are you up to today?" she asks her niece.

"Nothing really. Everyone's busy."

"Well, I'm not doing anything until later when I have to go back to work," Rachel says. "Do you want to maybe hang out?"

"Of course. Did you have anything in mind?"

"Hmm, I've been wanting to see that new Woody Allen movie. Would that be alright with you?" she asks.

"That sounds nice," Quinn smiles. They could watch a five hour documentary and Quinn would still like it because it's with Rachel.

"Great! It's a date!" She takes a traveling mug and fills it with fresh coffee then promptly hands it to Quinn. "Here you go. Now go home and get ready!"

That's the way it is over the next week for the two girls. Quinn will stay the night at Rachel's house, whether her aunt is off or working late. And they spend their mornings and afternoons together. Of course, Quinn is enjoying every minute of it.

Tonight is a night that Rachel works, so the blonde finds herself hanging out in her room with Santana. The two have been sitting on the floor watching True Blood for a few hours, much to Quinn's annoyance, and talking about life. Quinn has been filling her in on what's going on with Rachel.

"Do you think she can get me the hookup with free shit at Breadstix?"

Quinn rolls her eyes. "I doubt it, but I'll ask just for you."

"So, how's it going with her anyway?" Santana asks pointedly. Quinn knows what she's referring to.

She shrugs, "Everything is still the same, so I really don't know."

Santana nods and leaves it at that, returning her focus to the tv.

After a beat, Quinn keeps talking, "Did you know that she's allergic to peanuts and shellfish? And kiwi too, I think."

"That sucks," her friend mumbles, still distracted by the tv.

"And I found out that her favorite movie is Funny Girl. It's a musical from a while back. I haven't seen it, but now I want to. So you and me should check it out sometime. I'm sure she'll let me borrow it."

"How about no."

Quinn ignores her. "It looks interesting. And Barbra Streisand won an Oscar for it."

"Cool."

"I also saw that she has every single one of Jane Austen's books. I haven't read any of them, just seen the movies. She keeps saying that Sense and Sensibility is the best book. But I'm not sure since the movie was pretty boring. Maybe it's not that bad since Rachel -"

"Oh my god. Stop talking already," Santana groans and turns to her. "Q, you've got it so bad for Rachel right now."

Quinn blinks. "What do you mean?"

"Let me put it this way. The way you talk about her is the way I feel about Brittany."

"What's wrong with that?"

Santana rubs her eyes and sighs. Of course she's going to have to spell it out. She speaks loud and clear directly into Quinn's face, "You're falling for her. As in falling in love. As in you're falling in love with Rachel."

Quinn frowns and shakes her head in denial. "No, that's ridiculous. We never have and probably will never be together like that. So it'd be impossible for me to love with someone I've never been with."

"I'm not saying that I know you better than yourself or anything. I'm just saying that's what I think. And you being all love sick makes me want to throw up again," she smirks.

Quinn smiles, "Whatever."

"It's cute at first. But now I just wanna punch you."

Quinn playfully pushes her friend over onto the floor. Santana sits back up and laughs and decides to change the subject.

"Have your parents said anything about you hanging around Rachel all the time? It might look weird to them, so you should probably, you know, be careful. I mean, they're cool as shit, but I don't think they'll be happy if they knew about your thing for Rachel."

Quinn thinks about it. Santana does have a point. But her parents have been so busy with work lately that they haven't said anything. "I don't think they've even noticed that I'm gone every night since they're at the hospital so much. And besides, I think my mom would just be happy that me and Rachel get along at all. And she'd probably be glad that at least Rachel has someone to keep her company."

"Yeah, true. Is that why they're not here tonight?"

Quinn nods. She does miss them. But in the end, she loves all of her time with Rachel.

"Well hey, if Rachel doesn't think hanging out with you all the time is weird, then she probably sees you more as her friend than her niece," Santana says. "Which will definitely help your chances," she wiggles her eyebrows.

Quinn chuckles and shakes her head. "We've been over this. There is no chance, because I'm not going to pursue her like that."

"Whatever. I still say you have a chance."

Quinn wants to argue, but feels her phone chirp next to her on the floor. She picks it up to see a text.

Rachel: Hey I'm off already

"I gotta go. Rachel's off work," Quinn says as she stands and grabs her overnight bag from the bed.

Santana gets up and follows her down the stairs and to the front door.

"Not even together yet and you're already whipped," she smirks.

"Shut up," Quinn says as she locks the door.

They both walk to their cars.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" Quinn asks her best friend.

"Sure, if you're done with being balls deep inside Rachel's mouth by then," she calls back.

"Santana!" Quinn shrieks, horrified at the girl's words.

The other girl flashes her devious grin before jumping in her car and driving away.

Quinn gets in the car and takes off as well. She knows that her face is probably as red as a tomato the entire ride.

As soon as they walk into the door, Rachel heads straight to the kitchen.

"I'm starving," she says. "I didn't get a chance to go on break."

As if on cue, Quinn feels her own stomach rumble. "I haven't eaten either."

Rachel stops and turns around. "Let's make something?"

Quinn smiles and nods. The older woman grabs her wrist and pulls her to the kitchen.

Rachel opens the fridge and stares, wondering what she could make. Quinn takes one look and immediately grabs the sealed package of bacon.

Her aunt rolls her eyes and gets the milk and eggs. She then opens one of the cupboards to grab some flour.

"Might as well make breakfast," she says.

Rachel starts mixing ingredients in a bowl to make pancakes. Meanwhile, Quinn is frying up nearly the entire package of bacon on the stove.

The brunette looks at her and grimaces, "That's so bad for you. It's all fat."

Quinn shrugs, "Oh well." She carefully uses the tongs to place all of the pieces of meat on a plate before setting it aside.

She turns to her Rachel, who looks incredibly focused with her mixing. Quinn holds in a laugh when she sees quite a bit of flour on the older woman's jawline.

"You're such a kid sometimes."

Rachel stops what she's doing and looks at her, confused. "Why?"

Instead of answering, Quinn reaches up and gently wipes the flour away with the pad of her thumb.

She watches as Rachel's eyes flutter at the gesture as she stares back at her. Quinn has the strong urge to lean in and kiss her, and fights it with every ounce of her being. But it would be so easy. All she has to do is bring her head forward just a few inches...

She hastily brings her hand down and clears her throat, looking anywhere but at Rachel right now.

She then promptly takes the mixing bowl from the older woman. "I'll do this for you since you're making a mess," she jokes.

Rachel rolls her eyes. "Fine. I'm gonna eat some of this fat. I mean, bacon," she smirks.

Quinn playfully glares at her and gets to mixing.

She turns off the water after a long shower in the guest bathroom, feeling much more relaxed now.

Quinn grabs a towel and uses it to dry herself before wrapping it around her body. She goes into the guest room, sitting down on the bed as she sighs, staring ahead at nothing. Her mind feels like it's racing a mile a minute.

She thinks about what Santana said earlier. About her falling for Rachel. And of course, she's realizing that her friend is right.

So much for getting over a little crush. These stupid feelings have gone further than Quinn ever thought they would.

She lays down on the bed and stares at the ceiling.

She recalls their moment in the kitchen, when she nearly kissed Rachel. If not for the circumstances, it would have been a perfect moment.

A perfect moment for the perfect girl, Quinn thinks. Honestly, is there anything wrong with her? Of course she's flawed, but there's so much good in her.

Rachel can be hilarious at times, and has a great sense of humor. She genuinely laughs at all of Quinn's stupid, inappropriate jokes. And she's so intelligent and open minded. More than anyone else Quinn has ever met.

And of course, she's beautiful. In her own distinctive way. Quinn could stare at her all day.

Not to mention the amazing body the older woman has. So many girls would kill for that body. With her perfectly smooth, tanned skin. Especially those long legs. And that wonderful ass that Quinn has found herself staring at on multiple occasions.