Rachel slowly drifts awake from her afternoon nap with Quinn. The two women had decided to rest together and ended up falling asleep a little longer than intended. And judging by the time on the clock, Quinn's friends would be here soon.

She glances at the sleeping girl and smiles. She looks so adorable and it makes Rachel reach up to ruffle her hair a little bit.

She jumps when Quinn's phone vibrates on the night stand a few times.

Curiosity getting the best of her, she grabs the phone to see some missed text messages.

Santana: Will Rachel be pissed if I bring beer over?

Santana: Too late. I'm doing it. If she gets mad then just give her some afternoon delight.

She snorts out loud and quickly covers her mouth. She then opens the next message.

Puck: Is it cool if I bring Kitty over?

Did Puck get a new cat? Why would he want to bring it over for swimming?

Puck: Okay well I wanna get laid tonight so she's coming. Hope it's okay with you! We're at the store getting the food now.

It sounds like this Kitty is probably a person. At least she hopes so...

Rachel suddenly scowls when she sees the next person that messaged Quinn.

Marley: Hey! Haven't heard from you in a couple days. Kitty says she's hanging out with you and Puck today. Hope you guys have fun and hope to see you again soon :)

Seriously? Who does this girl think she is? She hopes to see Quinn soon? No fucking way. Not on her watch.

It's clear that she has a thing for Quinn even though she knows that she's with Rachel. It's completely tacky to pursue someone in a relationship. Not to mention desperate and -

"What are you doing?"

Rachel shrieks and drops the phone on the bed. She quickly fumbles to pick it back up.

"Nothing! Sorry. Your phone was going off and I was checking your messages for you," she says weakly.

Quinn chuckles at her reaction and sits up, "Oh really? Anything interesting?"

She shrugs, "Santana said she's bringing beer. And Puck said he's bringing a...Kitty over?"

"He's bringing that Kitty girl?" Quinn groans. "So much for swimming."

Rachel frowns, "What do you mean?"

"I don't really know her. So I can't exactly wear swimming attire," the girl gives a knowing look.

"Oh, that's right. I'll sit out with you if you want."

"Are you sure?"

"Definitely," Rachel smiles. "I don't care what we're doing as long as I'm close to you."

A loud knock resounds at the front door and both women look at each other.

"Guess they're here. Let's see what happens," Quinn sighs.

She goes to open the front door only to be nearly trampled in the threshold as all of her friends crowd in at once.

"Hi Quinn," Britanny greets her with a kiss on the cheek and keeps walking.

"Hey Q-tip," Santana smirks and also passes her with a pack of beer in her hands. Rachel is standing right behind Quinn and is greeted with a nod.

Puck comes in next with a bag of groceries and ignores Quinn altogether. "Hey Rachel. You have a grill out back, right?"

Rachel smiles, "Yes! And thank you, Puck."

"Anytime."

He makes his way to the back of the house. Quinn watches as Kitty trudges up the driveway and moves past them to catch up to him. "Puck! Why the hell am I carrying this ice chest?"

Quinn closes the door and turns to Rachel. "That's Kitty, by the way."

"I gathered that much. She looks like a mini version of you with Santana's personality. It's a little unnerving," she chuckles.

The younger girl shakes her head and smiles, "Let's go see what they're up to."

They go into the back to see Puck at the grill, Kitty sitting on a pool chair with her phone out, and Santana and Brittany in the middle of another make out session.

"Guys, can you not?" Quinn asks as she sits down on the chair next to them while Rachel takes the chair next to hers.

She hears Santana mumbling something in Spanish under her breath and chooses to ignore it.

"Thanks for letting us come over, Rachel," Brittany says.

"It's no problem at all," she smiles sweetly back at the girl.

The blonde stands to pull her top off and reaches into her bag to grab a bottle of sunblock. "San, can you put some on my back?"

"Sure thing."

Santana starts doing so and both girls seem to be getting lost in their own world again.

Quinn clears her throat, "So how've you been doing, Kitty?"

The other girl sets her phone down and shrugs, "Good, I guess. Still with Puck, as you can see."

"Yeah, that's cool."

"I guess so. Oh, and Marley hasn't shut up about you since that party."

Santana doesn't miss the murderous glare that Rachel gives for a brief moment. She leans forward in her seat with excitement. This should be good...

Quinn doesn't miss it either and swallows nervously, "Oh?"

"Yeah, she goes on and on about how amazing you are. No offense, but it gets annoying after a while. I thought you guys were gonna go out or something?"

"I thought Quinn was just gonna give it to her really good," Puck calls out from the grill.

"Hey! That's my friend you're talking about," Kitty scolds.

Santana has to bite her lip to keep from laughing at how wide Rachel's eyes just became.

"Um, can we stop? My aunt is right here," Quinn blushes. "Sorry Rachel."

"It's fine, Quinn. I was a teenager once too," she says with sarcasm that only Quinn can detect.

"See? Rachel doesn't mind. So come on, Quinn. When are you gonna give it to Marley?" Santana smiles.

"Lord knows she needs it," Kitty murmurs.

"I'm not going to!" Quinn is becoming frustrated.

"What's going on?" Brittany frowns.

"Nothing!"

"Whoa, calm down Quinn," Puck says. "Anyway, the burgers are ready."

"Great," Kitty jumps up from her seat. "I'm starving."

"Me too!" Brittany is quick to follow.

Rachel, feeling uncomfortable, stands and feigns illness. "I'm actually not feeling too good. I think I'm gonna go lay down for a while."

"You sure?" Puck frowns. "Maybe eating will make you feel better?"

She shakes her head and walks to the back door, "I don't think so. But thank you."

"Let me know if you need anything," Quinn tells her.

Rachel waves her off and disappears into the house.

Fuming, Quinn turns to her best friend and whispers, "What the hell is your problem? Why do you have to be so terrible?"

"Hey, chill out. You know I just like to mess with you."

"You really think this is funny?"

"Actually it was pretty hilarious."

"Santana! For once can you stop being such a scheming bitch? Rachel already hates Marley and this is only making it worse. Not to mention, we're doing this whole thing for you and Brittany. And you seriously have the nerve to pull this shit?"

"Okay! I'm sorry, Quinn. Look, I'll apologize to her later. Before we leave, okay?"

"Fine. And make sure it's not half assed."

"Whatever."

The other three sit down next to them with their plates in their hands.

"Here, I got one for you," Brittany says to Santana.

"You not gonna eat, Q?" Puck asks.

She shakes her head, "Maybe later. I think I should go check in Rachel." She stands up and heads back to the house. "She didn't look so well," she says pointedly to Santana.

Puck nods, "Yeah, good idea."

Quinn closes the back door behind her and walks to Rachel's bedroom.

She opens the door to see the woman lying down with her back towards her.

"Rachel," she says softly as she closes the door behind her and locks it. She sits down on the bed and gently touches her shoulder, "You okay?"

Rachel turns over to look at her and sits up with a small smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just a little uncomfortable, so I came inside."

"I know. I'm sorry that Santana is such a bitch. She said she's going to apologize to you later."

"She doesn't have to," Rachel stands and runs a hand through her hair. "It's silly for me to be upset because I know you wouldn't do anything with anyone else. So let's just go back out there and -"

"Rachel, wait." Quinn grabs the woman's hand and gently pulls her down to sit next to her on the bed. "Please don't just sweep it under the rug. I don't want us to be like that. You can always tell me how you feel."

"Okay." Rachel leans in to capture her lips. "It's just, the idea of you with anyone else makes me so crazy."

"I know, Rach."

She moves her hand slowly up and down Quinn's thigh.

"Thinking of someone else touching you like this...just, no. You're mine. I know I shouldn't say that. But I can't help it. You're mine and only mine."

"It's okay. You know I'm yours, baby."

Quinn swallows when small hands start undoing her shorts. She lifts her hips and gasps when her shorts and boxers are pulled down at the same time, exposing her cock to the cool air in the room.

"They said you should have given it to her. Were you going to give her this?" Rachel asks as she slowly strokes her shaft and presses a kiss to Quinn's neck. The blonde feels her dick harden under Rachel's touch.

"Ah! No, never," she breathes out. "It's only for you now."

Rachel nods, "Good." She then pulls the blonde's shirt off of her torso and tosses it on the floor. She looks the girl up and down and says, "Fuck, you're so hot."

She drops down to her knees and nudges Quinn's legs apart to settle between them. She quickly sheds off her own shirt and bra.

"What are you doing?"

She gives Quinn a sultry look before resuming with pumping the girl slowly. "Sucking you off. Is that a problem?"

"No!" Quinn shakes her head.

"That's what I thought."

She keeps her hold on the base and leans her head forward to place an open mouthed kiss against the side of her member, smirking when it twitches beneath her.

"Oh shit," Quinn mumbles.

Rachel repeats the action up and down the length and watches in awe as precum starts appearing. She makes a show out of sticking out her tongue and slowly licking it up.

"Mm, I love that," she murmurs and it makes Quinn whimper.

She licks her lips before slowly running her tongue along the underside of Quinn's cock, from the base all the way to the head. She then wraps her lips around the tip and swirls her tongue over it.

"Baby, that feels so good," Quinn moans.

Feeling more confident, Rachel takes a few inches into her mouth and bobs her head several times while jerking the rest of it with her hand.

"Mmm," Rachel hums. Quinn can feel the vibration from her throat and she feels like she's in heaven now.

The older woman bobs her head further down until the girl's cock is completely sheathed in her mouth. She keeps her mouth still at the base for as long as she can.

"Oh god!" Quinn cries out.

Finally needing to take a breath, Rachel releases her with a pop and gasps for air. Her lip are swollen and her eyes are dilated.

Lubed up from her saliva, Rachel rapidly jerks the shaft and lightly sucks on one of Quinn's balls.

"Shit, baby! So fucking good..."

If Quinn didn't think that was hot enough, she nearly loses it when Rachel looks up to lock eyes with her. Only she can manage to look so sexy and innocent at the same time.

"Stand up, Quinn."

Quinn doesn't stop to think. She just does what she's told and stands.

She looks down at Rachel with a questioning gaze. The woman simply keeps her hands down at her sides and runs her tongue across the tip again with a pleading look on her face, too timid to say what she wants.

Suddenly understanding, Quinn takes a hold of her cock and guides it to her mouth, but not before gently caressing Rachel's cheek.

"Just nudge me if you want me to stop, and I promise I will. Okay?" she asks softly.

Brown eyes stare back at her with so much trust and need. "Okay," Rachel nods.

With that, she runs a hand over the back of Rachel's head and eases herself into her waiting mouth. She stops when her length is halfway in, then pulls back out, and slowly repeats over and over.

"You okay, baby?"

Since she can't answer, Rachel runs her hands up the back of Quinn's thighs, and firmly squeezes her ass to urge her to keep going.

Quinn doesn't push in any further, but instead, bucks her hips faster. She keeps her hold on Rachel's head while the woman continues to stare up at her with those big, doe eyes.

Rachel places her hand against Quinn's hips, causing the girl to immediately stop. But instead of pulling away, she pushes her head forward to take all of the length down her throat once again. When she does, she stares back up at Quinn.

The girl wastes no time and relentlessly thrusts into Rachel's eager mouth. She watches as every inch disappears each time she pushes in and feels like the view alone could make her cum at any second.

"God, Rachel. You're so fucking amazing."

Rachel hums again and the feeling makes Quinn cry out. She fists both hands into dark hair and keeps going.

"I can't believe you're taking all of my cock like this. Your mouth feels so great. No one else could make me feel like this. No one."

It makes Rachel's heart flutter. And then she remembers that she's deep throating right now and focuses on her breathing. Only Quinn...

"Rach, I'm about to cum," the blonde says as she stops thrusting and eases her way out of her mouth.

Rachel leans back and opens her mouth wide with the tip of Quinn's cock still lingering inside. She then pumps her shaft as fast as her hand will allow her.

Quinn grunts at the familiar feeling of her balls tightening again. She's right there...

"Rachel," she moans before spilling her release.

The older woman feels the warm liquid pouring into her mouth and along her chin. She quickly swallows and opens her mouth wide again to catch the rest of the cum shooting out of Quinn.

"Oh f-fuck...baby! Ah!"

The girl is reduced to a quivering mess as she rides out her orgasm. When Rachel thinks she's finally done, she gently strokes her a few more times before finally letting go.

When Quinn finally opens her eyes, she's met with the sight of Rachel staring up on her. Drips of cum are splattered along her chin.

Groaning, Quinn reaches down to wipe it off with her thumb and gasps when Rachel pulls the thumb into her mouth and sucks it clean.

"Was it good for you?" Rachel smirks. "I know I definitely enjoyed it."

Quinn pulls her up to meet her in a hungry kiss.

"That was the best orgasm I've ever had," she says as she pulls away. "So far."

"I'm sure I can top that," Rachel grins mischievously.

"I'm sure you can." Quinn reaches down to massage Rachel's aching pussy through her shorts. "Can I return the favor now?"

Rachel pouts and stills her hand, "I wish you could. But we've been in here for a while and your friends are still outside."

Oh shit. Quinn forgot about them.

"You're right," she says as she quickly gets dressed. Rachel puts her shirt back on and smooths it out.

"Do I look okay?" Quinn asks, knowing that her appearance is probably disheveled.

"You look like you've just had your cock sucked," Rachel chuckles.

"Rachel!"

"Shh," she presses her lips to the blonde's. "It'll be fine. Now let's go back out there."

When they get back outside, all four of the others are in the swimming pool laughing together. Puck is the first one to notice them.

"Hey guys! You feeling better now, Rachel?"

The woman nods with a smile and settles down on one of the pool chairs. Luckily, Brittany and Kitty seem completely oblivious to them.

Quinn sits down next to her and rolls her eyes at the knowing smirk Santana is giving them right now.

"Wanky..." the girl mouths.

But the time all of the others have packed everything and left Quinn and Rachel alone, it's already five o'clock.

Quinn closes the door behind them and turns around to see Rachel standing right next to her. She pulls the smaller woman into her body and holds her for a moment.

She's almost afraid to ask. "Was Santana nice when she talked to you?"

"Hmm," Rachel breathes against her chest. "I'd say so. It was awkward. But I know she was genuininely sorry."

"That's good."

"Mhmm."

Quinn tries to pull away, but Rachel squeezes tighter and doesn't let her move. The blonde smiles and stays right there.

"I like you a lot."

"I like you a lot too," Quinn chuckles.

"You better."

She kisses the top of her head and smiles to herself. This woman is amazing and deserves to be treated as such.

"Rach, can I ask you something?"

Rachel frowns and tilts her head back to look at her. "Okay?"

"Go on a date with me?"

"A date?"

"Yeah. I mean, we've been seeing each other like this for about a month. And I haven't taken you out on a date yet. So, will you? Tonight?"

"Tonight?" Rachel grins. "Where are we going?"

"I'll figure it out." Quinn pecks her on the lips. "But go get ready. I'll pick you up at seven?"

The older woman beams, "Seven sounds good."

"Okay," Quinn finally pulls away. "I'll see you then."

She turns to the front door but is stopped when Rachel grabs her hand and turns her around. Their lips are connected in a deep kiss and Quinn feels her mind becoming hazy.

When they break apart, Rachel whispers into her ear, "I can't wait."