Two weeks have passed since the night that they had dinner with Russell and Judy, and everything was going perfectly. So perfect that it shouldn't be questioned. Quinn didn't take one moment with Rachel for granted. She knows how lucky she is right now in her life. She's never been happier and she doesn't want to lose that feeling.

She watches as Rachel sorts through a rack of dresses. They had been at the mall for a couple of hours and normally Quinn would be bored by now. But today, she doesn't care because she's with Rachel.

She walks up behind the woman and wraps her arms around her midsection.

"What do you think about this?" Rachel asks as she holds out a yellow dress.

"I'm sure you would look great in it."

Rachel smirks and tilts her head to the side to look at her, "Do you mean that? Or are you just trying to stay on my good side?"

Quinn giggles and presses a kiss to the shorter woman's temple. "Both?"

"I'm sure. I think I'll try it on." She turns around to face Quinn and asks, "Do you think you can go to one of those vending machines and get me a water?"

"Okay," Quinn smiles. "I'll be right back."

When she exits the store, she sees a vending machine further down on her right and starts walking towards it. When she gets there, she reaches into her pocket to dig for quarters before she hears...

"Quinn?"

She looks up to see who called out her name and smiles.

Oh, hey girl that made me go after Rachel, she thinks.

"Hey Marley."

"I'm shocked you remember me," Marley laughs as she pulls Quinn into a quick hug. "I wasn't expecting to run into you of all people."

Quinn holds her arms out and jokes, "Surprise?"

The other girl laughs lightly, "Surprise indeed."

"So, how have you been?"

"I've been good. Just trying to keep busy I guess. But you look great! Better than the last time I saw you at least."

She's not surprised at the comment. "Are you here by yourself, or...?"

"Oh, no! I'm supposed to meet Unique here. But she's late, as usual."

Quinn nods.

"What about you? Are you here alone?"

"No," she shakes her head. "I'm actually here with Rachel."

Marley smiles, "That Rachel? I'm guessing it worked out after all?"

"Yeah, everything is fine now," Quinn beams. "Thanks for giving me that push I needed."

"Well I'm happy for you...and still a little embarrassed about that night."

She scoffs, "Don't worry about it. We had a good talk, right?"

"Yeah, that's true. But anyway," she pulls a receipt and pen out of her purse and starts writing. "If you ever want to talk again, about life or whatever, then feel free to text me."

Quinn smiles as she takes the paper. She grabs the pen and starts writing her own number on the bottom portion and rips it in half, handing Marley her number.

"That goes both ways."

"Awesome! Thanks."

"Quinn?"

Both girls look over to see Rachel walking up to them with a look of concern on her face. She stops and looks back and forth between the two. "Everything okay?" she asks.

"Yeah! This is Marley," Quinn gestures to the young girl in front of her. "And this is Rachel," she smiles.

Marley's eyes widen slightly. She wasn't expecting Rachel to be older. But she's still beautiful. Way to go, Quinn.

She reaches out and shakes Rachel's hand. "Nice to meet you. It's always nice to have a face to go with the name," she smiles.

Rachel gives Quinn a questioning look.

"We met at one of Puck's house parties. Marley was the only other sane person there and we talked for a while."

With that new bit of information, Rachel finds herself sizing this girl up. Marley is pretty, but never would she be good enough for her Quinn.

"I see."

Feeling incredibly uncomfortable under Rachel's scrutiny, Marley speaks up, "Well it was nice seeing you, Quinn. But I've gotta go. So I'll leave you both to it."

She then flashes a quick smiles and hurries away.

Quinn frowns, "Bye?"

Rachel watches as the girl leaves and turns to look at the blonde, "So, you met at a party?"

"Yeah, she's a really nice girl. Santana actually tried to hook us up," she chuckles nervously even though the look on Rachel's face indicates she's not amused at all.

"What do you mean 'hook up'? Like to date?"

She swallows. She swore she would never hide anything from Rachel. But that doesn't mean she's not terrified right now.

"No...like to have sex."

"Excuse me?"

"But nothing happened!" Quinn explains immediately. "I swear."

Rachel's gaze hardens and Quinn is starting to panic.

"I mean, she wanted to. But I said no!" She slaps a hand over her mouth but it's too late.

She just had to keep going.

"So you're basically telling me that the girl you just gave your phone number to wants to have sex with you?"

"It's not like that! I just enjoyed her company! She was really easy to talk to."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

Quinn looks around and pulls Rachel into the nearest closing store and lowers her voice. "You have nothing to worry about." She brings her hand up to graze the side of Rachel's face with her knuckles. "Trust me. You're the only person I see in that way."

Rachel stares up at her for a moment when suddenly another emotion takes over her face. "Okay."

"Okay?"

Really? That's it? Just "okay"? Quinn feels like there should be more to it.

Never breaking eye contact with Quinn, Rachel reaches up and blindly grabs something from the clothing rack next to them.

"This is nice, right? I would look good in this?"

Quinn wrinkles her nose. The dress Rachel was holding was fucking hideous.

"I guess so?"

"Good. I think I'll try it on. You should come with me so you can tell me what you think."

She wraps her fist around Quinn's wrist in an iron-like hold and drags her to the back of the store. The poor girl doesn't even have time to see if anyone's looking before they disappear into one of the dressing rooms.

As soon as they're inside, the dress is tossed on the floor and Quinn finds herself being pushed up against the mirror.

She groans when Rachel's tongue forces it's way into her mouth and own immediately battles back for dominance. Pretty soon, lip biting even gets involved. The heated make out continues for several minutes until Quinn pulls away.

She doesn't want to leave it like that.

"Rach," she whispers. "You really don't have to worry about Marley. I know that you were hurt when Finn cheated on you. But you know I would never do that. I belong to you and only you."

Rachel brings Quinn's hand up and lightly kisses each one of her knuckles.

"I know. I just want to make sure that you never forget it."

Quinn's eyes darken and it causes Rachel to shiver. "You really think I could ever forget that I'm yours?"

She pushes Rachel back to the opposite wall and holds her in place. She brings her head down and their mouths meet once again in need and want.

Quinn's hand roam all over Rachel's sides and stomach, itching for more. The older woman knows that they both need more contact, so she takes Quinn's right hand herself and places it over her breast.

They lock eyes for a brief moment, knowing that it's another step forward for them. Quinn then starts kissing the woman's smooth neck and gently massages her through her shirt and bra.

"Quinn," Rachel moans when she feels a thumb circling over her nipple, stiffening it through the fabric.

The younger girl moves her hand over and does the same to the other nipple.

Rachel rakes her nails down Quinn's back as the girl continues to devour her neck. She looks over her shoulder at the mirror across from them and feels all the heat in her body shoot down to her core.

They look so hot together, she thinks. Her face is completely flushed like she's getting the fuck of a lifetime when all Quinn is doing is simply touching her. She imagines how much more amazing it'll be when they actually do go that far.

She brings her hands to the girls front side and starts trailing them down. "Fuck, yes. Keep going baby..."

A harsh knock on the other side of the dressing room door causes them to freeze.

"Just a minute!" Rachel calls out.

"This is the manager. Please come out right now," a woman's stern voice sounds from the other side.

The two girls look at each other in panic before separating and scrambling to fix their appearance.

Rachel smooths out her shirt and picks up the dress off the floor and turns to look at Quinn, who gives her a nod that she's ready. Taking a deep breath, she unlocks the door and pushes it open.

The manager is a middle-aged woman with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. Rachel has to hold back from laughing at the woman's expression.

Holding out the dress, she says, "I was just trying to this one on." She takes a look at it and makes a face at how ugly this thing is. "But I won't be getting it."

The manager snatches the dress from her grasp. "That's too bad. Now please leave," she grits out.

Not needing to be told twice, Quinn grabs Rachel's hand and dashes out the store.

Their hands stay locked together as they run all the way back to the car. They jump in and take a moment to catch their breaths.

They glance at each other, and neither keeps a straight face for long before both women burst out Iaughing.

"I can't believe that really just happened," Rachel giggles.

Quinn leans over and grabs the woman's face and lightly kisses her. "You never told me you were crazy," she smirks.

"And you're just as crazy," Rachel shoots back playfully.

Frowning, Quinn inspects the side of Rachel's neck. "Sorry...but I think you're marked now."

Rachel pulls down the visor in front of her and gazes into the mirror at the light bruise. "It's not too bad. Makeup should be able to cover it with no problem."

"Okay. Now let's get out of here," Quinn says as she starts the car.

"Yes please," Rachel agrees.

As they drive back to her house, she thinks about all of the fun she has with Quinn. She makes Rachel feel like a teenager again, and she loves it. She loves that Quinn makes her feel younger. She loves how Quinn makes her feel about herself.

She's just so in love with Quinn.

After their eventful time at the mall, they both ended up taking a long nap together, too exhausted to do anything else.

Rachel is the first one to wake up. She yawns and rolls over to look at her sleeping love and smiles.

She then moves to hover over the girl and pepper small kisses all over her face.

Quinn smiles and slowly opens her eyes.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"Hmm, nothing." Rachel leaves a full kiss on her lower lip. "I already told you I would never get tired of that."

"Is that so?" The blonde reaches to cup the back of Rachel's neck and return the kiss.

Quinn's phone starts ringing from the night stand and she groans. She grabs it to see Santana calling and silences it.

She turns back to Rachel to continue what they were doing when the damn thing rings again.

"Oh my god!" Quinn shouts.

"You should probably answer it," Rachel laughs.

She snatches the device and swipes the screen to answer.

"What?" she barks.

"Damn, what crawled up your ass and layed eggs?"

Quinn covers her face with a palm and sighs, "What do you want, Santana?"

"Oh shit. Were you just getting some action?"

"Santana!"

"Okay! Sorry. But anyway, you're off until Friday, right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So you're coming to the lake house with me and Brittany."

"What?" she asks in disbelief.

"You. Me. Brittany. Lake house. Is that so hard to understand?"

"Are you being serious?"

"Serious as a heart attack."

"How about no? Why do I have to go when I'm just going to be a third wheel to you and Brittany?"

She hears Santana sigh on the other end, "That's the thing. Brittany said she would only go if you go. Something about wanting all of us to spend time together before she leaves. And maybe something else about me only wanting to have sex if no one else is there with us."

Quinn is fuming. Stupid Brittany has to be so sweet all the time.

"You know you're going to be having sex whether I'm around or not. It's pointless for me to go."

"I already told you she's only going if you do. She's standing her ground."

"When are you going anyway?"

"We leave tomorrow morning. It's only for two nights."

Quinn looks down at Rachel, who's playing with the necklace that she got for Quinn. She has to spend two nights away from this?

"Do I really have to? There's no other way?"

"We both know Brittany is leaving soon," Santana snaps. "And after all we've been through, you should be a good enough friend to drag yourself away from Rachel for a couple of days and do this for your."

"Okay, I'm sorry," Quinn says guiltily. "I'll go, all right?"

"I'll pick you up at nine," her friend says before hanging up.

Quinn stares at the phone and mutters, "Fuck."

"Is everything okay?" Rachel asks.

"Santana is forcing me to go with her and that girl Brittany to the lake house for a couple of days," she sighs. "Apparently Brittany wants to see me before she leaves for California."

"You don't sound too happy about it."

"Of course not, because that means two days away from you," Quinn pouts.

Rachel laughs, "That's sweet. But just because you have me doesn't mean you should ignore your life outside of us. It'll be fine."

"You're right. I'm just being selfish. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I told you I want to always know how you're feeling," Rachel smiles.

Quinn nods. "I'll leave my car here for you so you can take it to work and wherever else," she offers.

"Thank you." Rachel leans forward and kisses Quinn on the cheek.

The phone starts ringing again and Quinn looks like she's ready to kill someone. She looks at the screen to see who's calling now.

She sits up immediately in panic.

"It's my mom," she tells Rachel.

Rachel sits up as well and both women look at each other with worry in their eyes. Quinn hesitantly answers.

"Hello?"

"Quinn? Where are you?"

"I'm just hanging out with Santana." She looks at Rachel and shrugs.

"Oh okay. We're making dinner and I'm just wondering when you'll be home?"

She sighs, feeling relieved. "I'll be home in a little while."

"See you soon!"

The line goes dead and Quinn bites her lip. She puts down the phone and turns to Rachel.

"What happened? Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine," Quinn smiles. "She just wanted to know when I'll be home to eats dinner."

"Oh. Okay. So I guess you're leaving?"

Quinn leans forward and kisses her softly. "Yeah, I probably should."

They both get up from the bed and Rachel pulls her into a loving embrace.

"I should probably stay at my house tonight so they don't start wondering why I'm gone all the time. Just to be safe," Quinn says.

Rachel nods in understanding. "Okay. That's probably a good idea."

"But I'll come by in the morning before I leave," Quinn promises.

"You better," Rachel laughs and pulls the girl down for one last kiss before she goes.

When Quinn gets home, she sees her parents already eating at the table. She pulls a chair out and joins them.

"Sorry I'm late," she says.

"No worries, sweetie," Judy grins. "You were out all day. Did you have fun?"

She smiles genuinely. "Yeah, I did."

Rachel hops in the shower as soon as she wakes up. Quinn is supposed to be there any minute and she wants to have as much time with her as she can before she leaves.

When she turns off the water, she faintly hears her bedroom door closing.

"Hello?" she calls out.

"It's just me," she hears coming from her room.

She smiles and quickly grabs the robe hanging next to her and wraps it around her body. She then opens the bathroom door and beams at the girl sitting on her bed.

"Quinn!"

The blonde smiles. "Hey. I hope it's okay but I let myself in."

"Of course. That's why I gave you a key."

She goes to the sink and starts brushing her hair. Quinn gets up and stand in the doorway to watch her.

"Oh, and I left my car keys on the table."

"Thank you. How soon are you leaving?" Rachel asks.

"Santana said she's on her way."

The older woman pouts and sets the brush down. She turns around and hops up to sit on the sink.

She holds her hand out to Quinn and quietly says, "Come here."

Quinn does as she's told and approaches her. Rachel spreads her legs apart to pull Quinn to stand between them. She hugs the girl close to her and sighs.

"I'm going to miss you," the blonde murmurs.

"I'll miss you more."

Quinn laughs and shakes her head. She never thought she'd be one of those girls that can't stand being away for too long. But that's what Rachel does to her. She's reduced her to some love-sick sap. But god, she loves this woman.

She grabs ahold of the older woman and kisses her hard. Rachel eagerly returns and pulls Quinn even closer.

The blonde starts touching her just like she did the day before, only this time they don't have to worry about the danger of getting caught. Rachel starts to feel a familiar ache building up, and gently pushes Quinn back by the shoulders.

"What -" Quinn starts, but quickly shuts her mouth.

Rachel slips her arms out of the sleeves of her robe and pulls the top part of it down, leaving her naked from the waist up.

Quinn stares down at the seemingly delicious mounds in wander with her mouth agape.

Giggling, Rachel reaches her hand out to tip the girl's chin up to make eye contact with her once again. With one look into her eyes, Quinn surges forward.

She gives the woman a quick kiss before moving her head down. She takes a nipple into her mouth and sucks and uses her hand to palm the other breast. It doesn't the long before both of Rachel's peaks are rock hard.

"Keep going," Rachel moans out.

Quinn moves her mouth to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment. She rapidly flicks her tongue over the stiff bud and lightly grazes it with her teeth.

"Fuck," the woman gasps.

Replacing her mouth with her other hand, Quinn comes back up and starts kissing her favorite pair of lips again.

Rachel reaches forward and attempts to undo Quinn's belt. But she stops when she feels her gently stilling her hands.

"Quinn, what's wrong? I wasn't expecting to go all the way," she explains breathlessly. "I just wanted to make you feel good too."

"I know. It's okay," Quinn says as she takes a step back to separate them. "It's not you. I know you already know about what I have there, and that's okay. I'm sorry, it's just that I'm..."

"What?" When Quinn doesn't say anything, Rachel takes her hand. "Hey it's okay. Talk to me. I won't be upset."

Quinn inhales. "I'm just really self conscious when it comes to showing...it to someone for the first time. At least to someone I really like. So yeah, I guess this is the first time I've been this nervous about it," she rambles. "And I just need to mentally prepare myself in case you get grossed out when you see it. I don't want to scare you away."

Rachel frowns, "It won't scare me away, Quinn. That's not possible."

"No?"

Taking a deep breath, Rachel knows it's time to finally tell Quinn.