The first week of classes at Lima's university had been surprisingly easy for Quinn. All of the assignments so far weren't too much trouble for her. And sure, balancing school, work, friends, and her girlfriend wasn't exactly a walk in the park, but she knew it was worth it at the end of the day.

After her last class, she had walked over to the bookstore where Marley worked. Upon first glance, it was a little rundown and hardly had any business. But Quinn had no trouble warming up to the homely atmosphere.

She was sat at a table across from Marley. They were the only ones in the place, and the girl had texted her because she was bored. Quinn decided to come by to keep her company. She was now flipping through a few books that she grabbed off the shelf.

"How are your classes going?" she asks. She was a little bummed when she saw that she wouldn't have any classes with her or Puck.

"Good. It's pretty easy to study when I'm at work," Marley chuckles. "What about yours?"

"Mine are fine. I'm mainly taking writing classes, so it's been pretty interesting."

"Am I going to read anything by you that's been published one day?"

Quinn smiles, "I guess we'll see."

She puts one of the books aside after deciding that the synopsis wasn't of any interest to her.

She feels her phone vibrate and pulls it out to check it.

"How's Rachel doing?" Marley asks.

Quinn glances at the text message.

Rachel: Are you coming by before you go to work? I'm horny :(

She purses her lips and looks back up at Marley, "Rachel's doing just fine."

She then types out her reply.

Quinn: I was gonna go back to my house and get some homework done...

Rachel: You can do homework here!

She laughs.

Quinn: Not with you distracting me.

Rachel: I promise I'll behave!

Quinn shakes her head and puts her phone back in her pocket. She looks smiles softly at Marley, "Sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you."

"Don't worry about it," the girl waves her off. "So you and Rachel are doing okay?"

"Yeah! We've been doing great."

"That's good to hear."

"Yeah, I'm glad that I'm still able to spend time with her. With school and work and everything..."

"Sounds like you've got your plate full. Has she been up to anything?" Marley asks curiously.

"Like what?"

"Well I know you said that she does waitressing part time. I'm just wondering if she has anything else going on."

Quinn frowns, "Not really. She just spends most of her time with me."

Marley quirks an eyebrow, "You don't think she'll get bored eventually?"

"What are you saying? That she's going to get tired of me?" The thought alone makes Quinn feel like her heart is being squeezed.

"No! I'm just saying that we all need to have something to work towards. It's not healthy to revolve your life around one person when your own life has no direction."

Quinn deflates. Everything that Marley's saying is true. Even she doesn't know what Rachel's plan is. "I don't know. The only thing she really says about her own future is that she wants us to be together."

"And I'm sure you will be," Marley smiles. "I just don't want this to come back around and bite you. You should really think about it."

"Well thanks a lot. I will know," Quinn jokes. She checks the time on her phone and sighs, "I should probably get going. But I'll come by more, okay?" She stands and grabs her bag.

"All right. Take care, Quinn."

"Fuck! Quinn! Baby! Ahh!"

"Oh god," Quinn whimpers as she bucks up into Rachel. She holds her hips in place as the older woman slams herself up and down her length.

"So good," Rachel pants as she tries to keep her rhythm steady.

Quinn brings her hand up to palm one of the woman's bouncing breasts. Rachel lovingly covers the hand with her own and locks their fingers together.

"I'm almost there...Fuck, Quinn! Harder!"

She thrusts her cock up faster into the tight channel and feels her own orgasm fast approaching.

Rachel throws her head back and cries out as Quinn feels her pussy putting her in a chokehold. She keeps up with her relentless pumping as she releases the hot liquid deep into the beautiful goddess above her.

"Rach! Fuck..." she moans as Rachel milks every last drop out of her.

When she's done, Quinn throws an arm over her face as she evens out her breathing.

Rachel slips the blonde's member out of herself and collapses on the bed next to her. Quinn wastes no time in wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her close.

"So much for doing homework," she mumbles with a smile.

"Sorry," Rachel chuckles.

"What happened to behaving?" Quinn lightly kisses her forehead.

"Well, obviously I just couldn't help myself," the woman yawns.

"Obviously," Quinn smirks.

"Oh, hush you," Rachel lightly swats her. "You should be glad that I want you like this all the time."

"Trust me, I am." She presses their lips together in a sweet kiss.

Rachel reaches up to cup her cheek. "I love you," she whispers as she pulls away.

"I love you too."

Feeling completely spent, Rachel rest her head on the blonde's shoulder and holds her close. She sighs in content when she feels a hand softly running up and down her back.

"I need to get ready for work," Quinn says sadly.

Rachel nods and rolls onto her back. "Okay. I'm just gonna lay here for a while. You wore me out."

Quinn smiles and gets up to go to the bathroom.

After she's showered and dressed in her uniform, she comes out to see Rachel sitting up on the bed with a robe wrapped around herself. She was reading a book until the blonde had come out of the bathroom.

She sets the book down and asks, "You're coming over later, right?"

"Of course." Quinn moves to stand next to the bed and leans down to give her a quick kiss. "Knowing that I'll get to see you is probably the only thing that'll get me through the night."

"Well aren't you a sweet talker?"

Quinn rolls her eyes, "Whatever. See you later."

She gives her girlfriend one last kiss before rushing off to work.

When Quinn enters the house later that night, she notices that all of the lights are off and guesses that Rachel is already asleep. She sighs and snatches her backpack up from the couch and quietly makes her way to the kitchen table.

She turns on the light and pulls out one of her textbooks. She had a quiz coming up in one of her classes that goes over the first week of material. And while she knew that she would probably ace it with no problem, she still wanted to be prepared.

About half an hour later, the bedroom door opens and a bleary-eyed Rachel slowly walks to sit next to her girlfriend.

"I was wondering where you were," she yawns.

"Sorry, I didn't wanna wake you." Quinn closes the book and sets it aside.

"It's okay." Rachel props her elbow on the table and rests her chin in her palm. "Long night at work?"

Quinn shrugs, "It wasn't too bad."

"What are you reading?"

"I was just studying for a test."

"Did you want any help?"

"I think I'm good," Quinn smiles.

"Well if you ever need help with anything, just let me know. I was pretty book smart back in the day," Rachel grins.

"I don't doubt it."

Quinn mimics Rachel's position as the two stare at one another.

After a beat, Quinn suddenly asks, "Do you ever think about going back to school?"

Rachel furrows her brow and sits up, completely caught off guard by the question. "No, not really. Why are you asking?"

"I'm just wondering." Quinn starts fiddling with her hands. "All you've really had going on lately is spending time with me."

"And what's wrong with that? I like spending time with you."

"I know. It just feels uneven. I'm busy with school now and I have Marley and Santana and Puck. And you...don't really have anyone."

"I'm quite aware that I don't really have any friends, Quinn. Thank you for reminding me," Rachel snaps bitterly.

"Rachel, I didn't mean it like that."

"Then what do you want from me? To start taking classes and make new friends so I'm not this...sad old woman who already peaked in life? Do you want a girlfriend that you can be proud of?"

Rachel knows that she's being irrational. But she can't help it when her insecurities come back to her. What does she even have to offer? She knows that Quinn can always do better than her...

"Baby, I didn't mean to upset you," Quinn says softly as she takes her hand. "I just want you to be happy."

"I am happy."

"I know you're happy with me. But I also know that there's this driven, passionate side of you that I haven't even seen yet. I just know there is."

Rachel doesn't say anything because Quinn is right. She just lost it years ago sometime during her marriage.

"And I'm not saying you should go back to school or start a new career if you don't want to. I'm going to be proud of you no matter what. I promise. I just want you to be proud of yourself. I'm not going to be Finn. I'm not going to let you stay on the sidelines while I choose the direction of where our lives are going. I love you too much."

Leave it to Quinn to chase her insecurities away...

The woman sighs, "I know you do, Quinn. And I'm sorry for snapping at you like that. I'm just embarrassed because I know I'm a Lima loser now."

"But you're not, Rachel. I believe in you so much."

Rachel smiles, "I haven't really heard that from anyone in a long time."

"Well it's true."

The older woman leans forward and softly presses their lips together, "Why are you the sweetest?"

Quinn blushes. "I'm only like this with you," she mumbles.

Rachel moves her head to kiss her cheek.

"I promise that I'll work harder on figuring my life out."

"You don't have to do anything you're not ready for."

"As long as you're with me at the end of the day, I'm ready to do anything."

Quinn smiles and rests her head down on the table with a yawn. She hums in approval when she feels fingertips lightly scratching her scalp.

"Are you ready for bed?" Rachel asks.

"Mhmm. I'm so tired."

"I bet. You've been up all day. Come on."

She gently pulls Quinn up and guides her to the bedroom to get some sleep.

A few days pass and Quinn found herself even more busy with school. Between doing assignments and working, she resorted to talking on the phone with Rachel whenever she could.

After she finished the paper she was working on, she gave her girlfriend a call to chat for a bit, which was nearly an hour ago...

"How did your quiz go?" Rachel asks.

"I got an A," Quinn answers as she gets up from her bed to walk downstairs.

"Of course you did," the woman laughs.

She smiles, "I know. Call me a nerd all you want."

"Well you're my nerd."

"Mhmm. What are you doing?"

"Just getting ready for work."

"Oh," Quinn frowns as she steps into the kitchen. She grabs a water bottle and leans against the counter. "I miss you."

She hears Rachel stop whatever she's doing on the other end.

"I miss you too, baby."

She sighs, "This has been ridiculous. I'll try to shuffle some things around so I can come by more."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I? You're my girlfriend."

"I can't wait. I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah," Quinn nods. "I'm free all day."

"Okay good. I have to go now."

Quinn laughs as she can practically hear the pout on the other end. "I love you," she says.

"I love you too."

With that, they both hang up and Quinn puts the phone back in her pocket.

"Who was that?"

Quinn screams and the water bottle goes flying across the kitchen. She whips around only to see...

"Mom! You scared me!" she shrieks.

"Sorry," Judy chuckles from the doorway. "We were slow at work. So I got to go home early."

Quinn nods and starts rubbing her neck, feeling nervous.

"So, who were you talking to?" Judy asks excitedly as she leans against the counter next to Quinn.

She plays dumb, "Just now?"

Judy rolls her eyes, "Yes, just now. Quinn, why didn't you tell me you had a girlfriend?"

The younger blonde opens and closes her mouth like a stupid fish. How long had her mom been listening?

"I don't know," she squeaks out.

"Okay...well when can I meet her?"

But before Quinn can say anything, Judy is struck with an idea.

"Oh! You should bring her to the anniversary party on Friday! That would be perfect," she beams.

"I don't know about that," Quinn stutters. "I mean, I don't know if we're serious enough to be meeting parents yet."

It was a plausible enough excuse. Probably the best one she could come up with on the spot.

"Oh really? But you're serious enough to be saying 'I love you'?"

Crap. Maybe not.

Judy eyes her and Quinn starts shuffling her feet.

"I promise not to embarrass you too much," the older Fabray tries.

"I guess I can ask her," she murmurs.

"She'd better come. If she doesn't, I'll go out and find her myself. I wanna meet this girl." Judy then smiles, "This is so exciting! You're finally bringing a girl home!"

Quinn faux smiles along with her. She doesn't know how the hell she's getting out of this one...

"No."

"Rachel..."

"Absolutely not."

Quinn gets up from the couch as soon as Rachel does and gently grabs her wrist to keep her from going any further.

"What else would you have me do?" she asks.

Rachel swings back around to look at her, "Well for starters, you could have not said anything to Judy in the first place!"

"Hey, that's not fair. I already told you that she overheard me talking to you."

"I know that! Fuck..." Rachel starts rubbing her temples, trying to think.

"I'm sorry, baby."

"Just tell her that your girlfriend can't make it?"

Quinn shakes her head, "She'll just get more persistent about it and probably catch on eventually."

Rachel groans because she knows that's true. "Tell her that you broke up?"

"She'll know I'm lying. She could tell I was acting weird when we talked," Quinn looks down at the floor sadly.

The older woman gives up. She doesn't know what else to do.

"I'm sorry, Rach. But this is probably our best bet, okay? Unless you can come up with something better?"

And Rachel can't. She knows that she's not ready for Judy to find out yet. And Quinn is right. This is probably their safest option if they want to stay hidden.

She relents, "Okay then. Let's do it."

"Are you sure?"

"What other choice do we have?"

Quinn nods. She pulls Rachel into an affectionate embrace for a moment.

When she pulls back, she scrolls through the contacts on her phone until she finds what she's looking for and pushes call. She locks eyes with Rachel and waits patiently as it rings before the person finally picks up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Marley. Listen, I need a favor..."