Rachel vigorously punches out of her shift at the time clock and quickly grabs her purse.

"Good job today," her manager smiles at her as she gathers her things.

She stops and smiles, "Thank you!"

She was in a hell of a great mood today. And judging by how much she's made in tips, she definitely rubbed off on her customers.

She pulls out her phone and lights up at a text from Quinn.

Quinn: I'm outside.

"Good night!" Rachel tells everyone that's still there and skips out the door. After so many hours today, she was more than ready to leave.

She sees the red car waiting in the parking lot and eagerly runs over to it. She yanks open the door and hops in.

"Hey you," Quinn greets.

Rachel wastes no time and leans over the center console to plant her lips firmly against the younger girl, who gladly returns it.

Quinn pulls back and smiles.

"Wait! I want another," Rachel exclaims. Quinn chuckles and obliges by leaning in again.

"Better?" she asks.

"Mhmm, perfect. I don't think I'll ever get enough of it."

Quinn laughs and starts up the engine. "Good. Now let's get you home."

She drives the car out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

"You look cute in your uniform by the way," Rachel comments while playing with the edge of Quinn's Lima Bean apron.

The blonde can't help but blush, "Thanks?"

"How was your first day?"

Quinn sighs, "Fine. It was just hard trying to make all of the complicated drinks the right way. I had to start over on a few of them. And people get so impatient."

"You'll get the hang of it. At least we both work evening shifts," Rachel grins.

"Yeah, that's true."

Rachel leans her head on Quinn's shoulder and relaxes. It's been a long night.

"Are you tired?"

She hums, "Yeah, a little."

"At least we both have tomorrow off."

"Well, there's still that dinner at your house," she yawns.

"Wait, what? Dinner at my house?"

Rachel frowns and sits up. "Yeah? Judy texted me earlier about coming over for dinner with you guys tomorrow night. I thought you already knew?"

Quinn looks at her with wide eyes, "Nobody told me this. Are you serious?"

"Hey, calm down."

"What if they pick up on something? Do you think they will? I can go out for the night so we don't have to risk it. That's probably our best option."

"Quinn, stop worrying." Rachel leans over to press a kiss on the girl's cheek. "Please, just relax."

"Okay. I'm fine," Quinn says as she exhales slowly.

And to think Quinn is the one that's worried about this, Rachel laughs to herself.

The car pulls into Rachel's driveway. Both women wordlessly get out and enter the house. Once inside, they head straight to the bedroom.

Quinn grabs her bag and goes into the bathroom to change. When the door closes, Rachel quickly opens her dresser and pulls something out for herself to wear and changes.

She doesn't have to be a genius to sense that Quinn is feeling incredibly anxious about tomorrow. So she's going to have to do her best to reassure her that it's going to be okay.

She climbs into the bed bed and lays on her side, facing the window. She silently waits for the other girl to join her.

A minute later, she hears the bathroom door open and feels Quinn climbing in next to her. The girl presses herself to Rachel's backside and holds her from behind.

Rachel relaxes and reaches back to start running her hand through the long blonde hair. "I know you're worried about tomorrow," she says softly. "But there's no need to dwell on it."

"I can't help it," Quinn sighs. "I know it's ridiculous, but what if they're able to tell something is going on when they see us both together?"

Rachel turns around to face her and says, "I know that we agreed to hide our...relationship. But that doesn't mean we can avoid them forever. They're your parents."

She gently cups Quinn's delicate face between her hands and continues, "Will you please trust me when I say that it's going to be okay? We're going to make this work, one way or another. I promise."

"Of course I trust you," Quinn whispers. "And I'll do my best not to overthink it, okay? I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Rachel smiles. "I always want you to tell me how you feel no matter what. Good or bad, I don't care. Is that okay?"

The girl smiles back and nods her head in agreement. She closes her eyes and feels herself starting to fall asleep after an exhausting day.

Rachel shamelessly starts tracing her fingers along Quinn's face, trying to memorize every dip and curve, just because she can. She knows that she's ready to do whatever she has to in order to make sure that she never loses this girl. And if lying to everyone is what it takes, then so be it.

"What's wrong?" Quinn asks as her eyes flutter open again.

"Nothing," Rachel tells her. She tugs the girl's head closer for a quick kiss. "Let's go to sleep now."

Of course Rachel was right, Quinn thinks. They were next to each other at the dinner table and across from Russell and Judy. So far, everything seemed to be going off without a hitch. She supposes hiding one's romantic relationship with their aunt isn't as complicated as it sounds. Not like there's a guide book or anything...

"We're glad you could come over this time, Rachel," Russell smiles.

Rachel beams, "It's no problem at all. Thank you so much for inviting me."

They all continue to eat in silence. Quinn is grateful that Rachel is right next to her as it's helping to keep her anxiety at bay.

But of course, it's not going to be that easy.

Judy frowns at her daughter. "Quinn, you okay? You seem a little quiet."

Quinn stops eating and stares at her mother, unsure of what to say. Is she really acting differently? She thought she was doing fine.

But luckily, Russell laughs and speaks up first, "Quinn's always quiet."

She shakes her head and chuckles at both of them, "Whatever dad."

He grins and asks, "How was your first day at work, kiddo?"

Quinn shrugs. "It was alright. We were really busy all night. I guess people need their coffee at all times of the day."

"Well I told you they're going to be busy all summer and probably needed help."

She nods her head in agreement and continues to eat her salad.

Judy turns her attention to Rachel, "How did your date go? With...Brody, was it?"

Rachel clears her throat nervously and nods. She doesn't want Quinn being upset with the date being brought up again.

For her part, Quinn is amused by Rachel's flustered face and is forced to stifle a laugh. It's not like she's going out with that guy ever again so they don't really need to be worried about it.

"It went fine. But I just don't think he's my type," she says lamely.

"Oh, well that's a shame. He sounded really nice."

Rachel hums her agreement and avoids eye contact with her with everyone.

Judy is feeling an uncomfortable vibe coming from Rachel, so she says, "But there's plenty of fish in the sea. I'm sure you'll find someone special in no time."

"I think I will too," Rachel smiles.

They hear a faint ringing before Russell reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

"Excuse me, I have to take this. It's just work," he smiles at all of them and stands from the table and goes upstairs.

Rachel is just about to ask Judy how work is going at the hospital, but is interrupted by the doorbell sounding.

"Hmm, that's strange. I wasn't expecting anybody else," Judy says as she gets up to go and answer it.

As soon as the woman is out of the room and out of sight, Rachel blindly reaches over and takes Quinn's hand underneath the table, reassuring her that everything is going fine.

Quinn continues to stare straight ahead, but smiles at the gesture nonetheless. Neither girl moves or says anything. They're just glad to be able to have some sort of contact.

Their hands instantly pull apart as soon as Judy walks back into the room. She seems oblivious and looks at her daughter.

"Quinn? Santana is here looking for you," she points a thumb over her shoulder.

The younger girl furrows her brow and gets up to go see her friend. She doesn't recall any mention of Santana coming over or them hanging out tonight.

Rachel frowns and watches her as she goes, starting to feel a little anxious and uncomfortable herself.

Quinn sees Santana by the door and walks up to her.

"Hey, what's going on?" she asks.

Her friend rolls her eyes. "I tried calling you."

"Oh, sorry. My phone's been on silent."

"Whatever." Santana moves past her and heads towards the stairs and starts walking up.

Quinn can tell that the girl is upset, so she quickly follows behind her without protest.

When they get to her room, she closes the door and sits down on the bed next to Santana.

"So, what's wrong?" she asks.

Santana takes a deep breath, "I talked to Brittany earlier. She said that she broke up with Sam."

Quinn blinks at her. "I'm confused. Isn't that a good thing?"

"Well, I thought it was too, until she dropped a bomb on me."

"A bomb?"

Her friend nods. "Yeah. She also told me that they broke up because she got accepted into some dance program in California."

Quinn suddenly understands and is silent. Brittany is moving away. All the way to California, it seems.

She can't even begin to imagine how she would feel if Rachel were to move away. Even the thought of it makes her uneasy.

"She's leaving in a month."

"Well, at least it's not tomorrow," Quinn tries to lighten the mood, but it's a futile attempt.

"I'm so stupid," Santana leans her face into her hands.

The blonde reaches over and starts to rub her back. "Hey, don't say that. You're not stupid."

"I've been such a coward with her. And now looks what's happening. She's leaving and it's too late to do anything," Santana sniffles.

"We all make mistakes. Trust me. And if it's meant to be with Brittany, then it will be when the time comes."

"I just wish I could have more time with her."

"You said she leaves in a month, right? You just have to make the most out of the time you have left. You know you'll regret it if you don't."

"Yeah, I know. I'm just being dumb. It's just the shock of it all, you know? I never thought there'd be a day where she wouldn't be in my life anymore."

Quinn smiles sadly, "Yeah, I know."

Santana nods and wipes at her eyes.

"Sorry for dropping by like this. I just needed to talk to someone. And I know you're busy with Rachel and your parents."

"Don't worry about it. You can still come to me for anything."

"I know. Thanks. How's it going with Rachel anyway? It must be weird hanging around your folks when you're secretly dating, or whatever it is that you're doing."

Quinn shrugs, "It is weird, but we agreed that we can't exactly avoid them. And everything between me and Rachel is great so far."

"That's good. And are you seriously going to hide it from them forever?" Santana questions. "It's crazy."

"I guess so," Quinn frowns. "I mean, what other choice do we have? I'm going to do what I have to."

There's a quick knock at the bedroom door and both girls turn to it.

Quinn feels a panic that Judy might have been on the other side listening in on them.

"Hang on," she tells Santana and quickly gets up to open the door.

She's surprised, but also relieved, to see Rachel standing there.

"Hey, Judy just wanted me to check on you guys and make sure that everything was okay," she explains.

Quinn smiles. She knows that's a lie. But she understands why Rachel feels the need to check on her.

"Oh, she did?"

Rachel nods.

"Oh okay. Well yeah, everything's fine."

The older woman doesn't know what else to say and starts to fidget with her hands nervously.

Quinn takes a quick look up and down the hallway to make sure nobody's watching. She then takes Rachel's hand in her own for a moment.

"It's okay. We'll be downstairs in a minute," she whispers.

Rachel stares up at her and gives a half smile. She then turns on her heel and goes back down the stairs.

Quinn goes back into her room and doesn't even bother closing the door this time.

"What's up?" Santana asks.

She shakes her head, "Rachel was just checking on us."

Her friend quickly stands. "We should probably go back down before she thinks we're up to something."

Quinn nods, "Probably."

"I mean, I am hot after all," Santana jokes.

"Shut up," Quinn chuckles with a roll of her eyes and pushes her friend out the door.

They go downstairs to see Judy and Rachel talking to each other in the living room.

"I don't mean to crash the party and run, but I've gotta take off," Santana announces.

"See you later," Quinn says as she sits on the couch next to Rachel.

"Take care, sweetie," Judy smiles.

Santana smiles back. She turns and and locks eyes with Rachel. The devious side of her comes out and she can't help but smirk at the woman. Rachel blushes and quickly turns her gaze elsewhere.

Satisfied, Santana marches to the front door and calls out one last, "Bye!"

When they hear the front door slam, Judy asks, "Were you going to take off too, Quinn?"

"Not tonight," Quinn answers.

"Oh okay. Russell already went to bed and we were just about to watch a movie."

"Cool. Sounds good," she smiles and settles more comfortably on the couch.

Judy nods and grabs the remote to turn the tv on.

The movie is about halfway through, and Quinn honestly couldn't say what she was watching if she were to be asked. She hasn't been paying any attention at all. All she can think about is being closer to the beautiful woman beside her. It's driving her so fucking crazy.

As if the higher powers read her mind, Judy suddenly stands and lets out a yawn. "I think I'm gonna turn in for the night too. Good night."

"Good night," Quinn and Rachel answer at the same time.

They watch silently as the woman goes up the stairs and wait a few moments before they hear the door close.

Quinn lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

The two girls turn to each other and smile.

"Hi," Rachel whispers.

"Hey."

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No, you were right."

Rachel smiles at the affirmation.

Quinn still has the urge to be close to Rachel, but knows that it's a dangerous idea to do anything here while her parents are right upstairs.

"Are we going back to your house?" she asks.

"Right now? Do you think they'll notice if you're gone?" Rachel frowns.

"No," Quinn shakes her head. "By the time they leave tomorrow, they'll probably think that I'm still asleep."

Rachel pauses to think about it.

"Okay. Then let's go."

The two girls get up from the couch and tip toe their way to the front of the house and step outside. Quinn makes sure to lock the door behind her.

They walk silently in the warm night together, their bodies playfully bumping into each other as they go along. When they're get to the end of the street and make their way around the corner, Quinn wraps an arm around Rachel's waist as they continue walking. Rachel smiles up at the girl and leans into her side.

It's only a few minutes before they get to Rachel's house. She quickly unlocks the door and pushes it open.

As soon as they're inside, Quinn suddenly presses her up against the wall and attacks her lips. Rachel moans into the hungry kiss, pulling the girl closer by her shirt.

After a moment, she feels eager hands palming her ass and reaches up to lightly tug on Quinn's hair and pull out of the kiss.

"Whoa there," she laughs. "What's with you? Not that I'm complaining or anything."

Quinn looks at her. "I've been waiting." She presses their lips together in another kiss. "To." Kiss. "Do." Kiss. "This." Kiss. "All night."

"Mmm, I can tell."

The younger girl is the one to pull back this time. "And I'm also just making sure you haven't changed your mind about us."

Rachel scoffs, "Quinn, don't be ridiculous."

She grabs her hand and pulls her into the bedroom. She climbs into the bed and Quinn is quick to follow. Rachel lays on her back while the blonde leans on one elbow to stare down at her.

"Come here," Rachel whispers. She reaches up to pull Quinn's head down to lay on her chest and starts running her fingers through the girl's hair.

"That feels nice," she hears Quinn mumble.

She smiles and continues her ministrations.

It's quiet for a few more minutes. And she finally feels like she has enough courage built up to ask, "So, what happened with Santana?"

"She just came by because she was sad about a girl and needed to talk," Quinn says. She knew she would have to explain eventually.

"That's all?" Rachel asks.

"Yeah, why?"

She sighs, "I'm just wondering. She gave me a look when she was leaving."

"A look?"

"Yes, a look."

"She was probably just messing with you. She does that to everyone. And she could probably already tell that you were maybe jealous?"

Rachel doesn't say anything and bites her lip.

Quinn tilts her head up slightly and frowns. "Are you?"

"How can I not be? She's a lot prettier than me. And much younger."

"Rachel, you're the most beautiful person I've ever met."

She smiles at the compliment, "Thank you."

"And I don't feel anything for Santana in that way. I've already said she's just my best friend and we'll never be more than that."

"She's also your first," Rachel points out. "A lot of people hold onto that, you know."

"Only if it actually meant something," Quinn argues. "I mean, clearly both of our first times have already happened. But it's in the past and all that matters is right now."

Rachel nods, "Okay." Quinn is right and it's pointless to have a fight over it.

She recalls her relationship with Jesse. "My first time was with my first love. And I honestly never even think about him anymore. You're all I think about now."

Quinn wants to say something. She wants to say that she hopes she'll be Rachel's last love. But she doesn't. She knows that would be moving too fast for them and she can't ruin this. It would kill her if she ever lost Rachel.

She hums in content when she feels the older woman run a hand up and down her back soothingly.

"I like this," Rachel says. "Being able to be this close to you."

Quinn moves her head to plant a soft kiss on the chest beneath her.

"Me too."

She squeezes Rachel's waist tighter and feels herself drifting off again. And she can tell Rachel is too by the way her breathing is evening out.

The last thing she hears before she finally succumbs to sleep is Rachel softly murmuring, "You're everything."