For the first time in months, Quinn Fabray was walking down the halls of McKinley. She feels a sense of nostalgia as she makes her way around the school. As she expected, she didn't really think about this place much since graduating. And when she did, it was just to reminisce about her days as a cheerleader. But still, it was bittersweet to be back.

She finds the old choir room that Mr. Ryerson used to inhabit before he was fired. Unsurprisingly, she could hear music coming from the open doorway as she got closer. She could also hear a loud booming voice...

"Okay guys! Let's do this again from the top! Joe, for the love of god, put on some shoes! And Sugar, please follow the choreography. This isn't freestyle! That isn't even dancing!"

Quinn chuckles to herself as Rachel directs all of the glee club kids to their places while Blaine just sort of nods behind her.

"Alright, like Rachel said, from the top!" he calls out.

When the music starts up again, Quinn uses the opportunity to discreetly slip into the room and watch front the corner. All of the kids were oblivious to her presence, and she was able to see that they were actually really talented. Of course, they only had the most talented coaches.

She locks eyes with Rachel, causing the woman to beam and lose focus for a minute. Quinn laughs and waves with a shrug.

When the number comes to an end, Rachel clears her throat. "Okay, that was much better. Good job everyone!"

"Right," Blaine smiles. "Why don't we all call it a day? You guys have been working so hard that you deserve a break."

"But be sure to practice your scales and breathing exercises this week like we talked about!" Rachel adds, causing everyone to groan.

Blaine laughs, "Okay guys, have a good night."

As all of the kids start packing their bags to leave, murmurs and gasps of Quinn Fabray being there started to fill the room. The smug side of her is a little proud of the fact that she left a lasting impression at on place.

She smiles and says hi to a few faces that she recognizes as they file out the door. When they're all finally gone, she turns to see Blaine and Rachel packing all of the sheet music.

"I'm guessing you were pretty popular when you went here, huh?" Blaine asks.

She simply shrugs.

"She was only the head cheerleader and the prettiest girl in school," Rachel answers.

"I was co-captain with Santana," Quinn reminds her.

"But still, that's pretty cool," Blaine says. "Alright, let me go put this stuff away in the office and we can head out."

When he makes his way to the other room, Rachel moves closer to the blonde. "Not that I'm not happy you came by, I'm surprised that they let you in."

"I'm still on good terms with Sue Sylvester."

"Oh that's right. She calls you her mini-me."

"Shut up."

They both laugh and Rachel wants to lean in for a kiss, but the door was open and she didn't want to risk getting in trouble. So instead, she says, "Happy Valentine's Day."

Quinn smiles, "You're my valentine, right?"

"Am I?"

"You better be."

Rachel chuckles before asking, "Did you want to do anything tonight?"

She had been so busy that she honestly had forgotten about Valentine's Day until Kurt reminded her the night before. And Quinn was just as busy with school. So by then, it was too late to make any extravagant plans.

"It doesn't really matter to me. As long as I get to spend time with you."

But of course, plans with Quinn didn't need to be extravagant in order to be special.

Before she can reply, Blaine emerges and asks, "Did you guys have any plans tonight?"

"We were just talking about that actually," Quinn smiles. "No big plans yet."

"Well if you want, you should join me and Kurt at Breadstix. We go there every year since it's where we had our first date."

Quinn turns to Rachel and decides that she'll leave it up to the woman.

Rachel's first choice was to have mind-blowing sex from dusk until the sun came back up. But dinner sounded nice too.

"Yeah, that sounds fine. If it's okay with Quinn."

The blonde nods and asks, "What time were you planning on going?"

"Six thirty," he answers. "And actually, I need to go home and pick up Kurt. So I'll see you two there!" he says as he dashes out the door.

Quinn then exits the room with Rachel right behind her. The hallways were deserted, so Rachel takes the opportunity to walk closer to Quinn.

"Are you sure you're okay with going?" she asks as she bumps her shoulder.

"Yeah of course. I like Blaine and Kurt."

Rachel nods as they continue to make their way out of the school.

"Six thirty is kind of early though."

"Well that's just how they are. They don't like staying out late," Rachel says.

"Well since we only have like an hour to get ready," Quinn leans over to whisper. "I won't have time to fuck you senseless. So I guess I'll save that for later."

"Oh my god, Quinn!"

Judy reads carefully into the papers laid out before her on the dining room table. She's been doing so for the past twenty minutes, even more confused than she was before.

"Judy?" Russell frowns as he comes in to sit down next to her. "What are you doing? Why are you looking at the phone bill?"

They never take the time to read through their monthly phone bill. It's usually tossed in the garbage and paid online. But he feels he already knows what she's up to.

She shakes her head before looking up. "I just can't get over what Marley said. I really feel like Quinn is hiding something. I think she really has been seeing someone and not telling anyone about it."

Russell sighs. Ever since a few days before when Judy told him what happened with Marley at the hospital, she hadn't been able to let it go and was constantly bringing it up.

"Look, like I already told you, that girl is probably just mad about their break up and is making nonsense up to get even."

He really hates lying like this to his wife. But he would do anything for his daughter.

Judy chews on her thumbnail as she thinks to herself. "I don't think so. I know Quinn, and I know, I just know that something is going on with her."

He doesn't say anything else and looks down at the papers scattered across the table. He feels his heart start to sink in dread.

"And I just don't get it," she says as she picks up one of the papers. "The only people she's been texting and calling is you and me. And some number from California, but that's probably Santana. And Noah and Rachel. There's hardly anyone else on here."

She puts the paper down and rubs her temples.

"Well there you have it," Russell says. "That Marley girl is just full of it."

Judy shakes her head. "She said that Quinn was seeing an older woman. Then she freaked out after she said it, like she just revealed a big secret or something. I don't think she was making it up."

"I don't know, Judy."

"What if..." her eyes widen. "What if Quinn's seeing one of her professors?" She gasps. "What if she's been seeing a married woman? And she's been using a disposable phone so that no one finds out?"

"Okay, now you're acting crazy."

"Am I? This is our daughter, Russell! What if she gets herself into trouble?"

"Hey, Quinn is smarter than that," he tries to reason with her. "If she thinks that there's something we need to know about, she will tell us. She's an adult and we have to trust her."

Judy sighs at her husband before letting out a sigh in defeat. "I just can't shake this feeling."

It was lucky that they decided to meet early at Breadstix. The place began to quickly fill up soon after they were seated. It was like half the damn town was there on a date.

Their orders were taking a while to come out, but there was definitely no shortage of breadsticks and wine. If Rachel's hand inching up Quinn's thigh was anything to go by...

"And then she told me to shove our refund policy up my ass!" Kurt finishes his story, making everyone burst out in laughter.

"Why do you put up with those things?" Quinn asks between laughs.

"He loves the drama," Blaine smiles.

"Yes," Kurt nods. "I really do."

"I'll admit, seeing Kurt get into it with customers is one of my favorite things," Rachel adds.

Kurt nods in agreement before turning his attention to Quinn. "So, Rachel says you're looking into NYU?"

"I applied for a scholarship," the blonde nods. "So I guess we'll see what happens."

"You applied?" Rachel asks as Quinn hadn't brought it up.

"Mhmm," Quinn smiles.

"I'm sure you have a good chance of getting it," Kurt says.

"Thank you."

She feels Rachel squeeze her leg and shudders. Luckily, the two men across from them begin to engage in conversation with one another.

She leans over and whispers, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," Rachel purrs. "I just really want you alone right now."

"I know." She kisses the woman's temple. "Hopefully we'll get our food sometime tonight," she says as she looks around for the waiter.

Rachel huffs in agreement. It was Valentine's Day and she was aching for some intimate time with her love.

"Oh hey, you guys have matching necklaces," Blaine observes, interrupting Rachel's thoughts. "Kurt and I were thinking about getting some too."

"I think the matching wedding rings will hold us over for a while," Kurt says as he leans into his fiancé's side.

"That's a good point," Rachel agrees with her friend.

And she can't help it when she quickly glances at the empty ring finger on Quinn's left hand.

After they get back from dinner, Rachel decides to draw a bath for them both. Not that it took much to convince the eager blonde to join her. And they needed to break in that bath tub anyway.

After lighting a few candles, she lowers herself into the warm water first.

"We should do this more often," Quinn says as she settles her back against Rachel's front.

"I wouldn't mind," the woman smiles. "Are you comfortable?"

"I'm great." Quinn tilts her head to the side for a quick kiss.

Rachel sighs and wraps her arms around the girl's waist and rests her chin on her shoulder.

After a minute, Quinn asks, "What are you thinking about?"

"Just how happy it makes me that I got to spend Valentine's Day with you."

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm."

"I'm happy too. Well, my other girlfriends were pretty mad when I cancelled on them. But still."

Rachel chuckles, "Were they?"

"It was worth it."

They both share a laugh before falling into another comfortable silence.

"Is everything okay?" Rachel asks as she runs her hands over the blonde's midriff.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm just wondering. You've been a little off today." And she had been. Rachel noticed that ever since they were at the school, Quinn didn't seem as upbeat as usual.

"My dad talked to me before I left," Quinn sighs. "I didn't want to worry you and ruin our night."

"What happened?" And of course she was worrying anyway.

Quinn chews her lip, thinking about how to word this. "He didn't say how, but my mom found out that I'm dating someone. And she's been trying really hard to find out who it is these past couple days."

Rachel feels her stomach tighten and starts to panic. "Do you think she knows you're here right now?"

"No," Quinn shakes her head quickly. "She's at work tonight. I made sure. Don't worry, Rach."

She breathes a little bit easier knowing that they're safe. For now at least.

"We should probably lay low for a while." She doesn't want to suggest it, but she has to make sure that they make it out of the woods.

"Yeah," Quinn nods. "Unless," she pauses, already knowing what Rachel will say.

"Unless what?"

She sighs, "Unless I talk to her."

Rachel knows that's the only ethical thing to do at this point. But she also knows that everything will change once Judy knows about them. How it'll change, she doesn't know. She just wants a little more time in her personal paradise with Quinn.

"Not yet," is all she says.

"Okay," Quinn replies softly.

Rachel's heart aches. She wants more than anything to hopefully get married to this girl and have a family one day. And the best part is that Quinn wants all of that too. But they won't able to do that until they get through the hard part of telling Judy first.

"I'm sorry."

Quinn frowns and turns her head. "For what?"

"I'm sorry for putting you through all of this. For you having to lie to your parents. For having to be with me in secret. It's not fair for you."

"You didn't force me to do any of this. It was always my choice."

"I just feel like it's all my fault."

"None of this is your fault," Quinn says firmly. "Maybe I didn't choose to fall in love with you. But I did. And I'm choosing to be with you. I'll always choose you."

She finds comfort in Quinn's words and reassurance, like she always does. Maybe she needs to stop being so hard on herself.

"I love you," she says finally.

"I love you too."

Rachel decides to change the subject. Quinn was right, they shouldn't let this ruin their night.

"So, you finally applied?"

"Yeah," Quinn smiles. "I barely made the application deadline."

"Quinn!"

"Hey! At least I did it, right?"

"You shouldn't procrastinate. It's a terrible habit," Rachel reprimands. "Do you know when they announce who gets picked?"

"It varies, depending on how many applicants they have. But from what I've heard, I could find out as early as next month."

"That's good. That'll give us plenty of time to plan and sort everything out once you get it."

"You mean if I get it?"

"When you get it."

There was no doubt in Rachel's mind that she would. Quinn was one of the smartest girls she knew.

"Okay baby," Quinn laughs.

She hums and squeezes the blonde tighter against her body. The water was still warm and she wasn't in a rush to get out.

Quinn shifts slightly and runs a hand down one of Rachel's calves.

She smirks, "Rach?"

"Yes?"

"I think I have a problem."

Rachel opens her eyes after relaxing under Quinn's touch. "What's wrong?" she asks with concern.

She takes the woman's hand and moves it under the water. "This is sort of a problem."

"Oh." Rachel licks her lips when her hand comes into contact with the hard member. "It seems like you have quite a big problem." She wraps her fingers around the shaft and slowly strokes it up and down.

"What do you think I should do?"

She brings her other hand up to lightly squeeze the blonde's breasts and harden her nipples into stiff peaks. She kisses along the side of her neck and whispers, "You should let me take care of it for you."

Quinn gasps and grips the side of the tub when the speed of Rachel's hand increases.

The woman knows that they probably won't be able to do this again for a while. So she has to make the most of it.

"Kiss me," she demands.

Quinn sits up and turns around on her knees, leaning down to connect their lips.

"Hmph!" She loses friction and slips, causing a small splash.

"You okay?" Rachel asks with a laugh as Quinn face plants onto her chest.

"Yeah," she winces. "This is a lot harder than I thought it would be."

"It actually does seem a lot easier in porn."

Quinn's mouth drops open at the statement. Partly because she was stunned, and mostly because knowing that Rachel watches porn was, for some reason, incredibly hot to her.

"Don't look at me like that. You know you watch it too. Now come on, let's take this to my room."

She reaches down to drain the water and carefully stands to grab a towel and quickly dry off.

"I didn't know you were into that," Quinn says as she stands as well.

"You learn new things every day," she smirks.

It was Quinn's turn to smirk. "Do you have a sex tape somewhere on the internet?"

Rachel narrows her eyes and tosses the towel at her. "No. Do you?"

"I don't think so," the blonde says as she dries herself off. "Unless Santana filmed me and her without me knowing."

"Okay then," Rachel huffs and storms out of the bathroom. "Have fun taking care of yourself tonight."

Quinn follows after her and grips her waist from behind.

"Rach, you know I'm just messing with you," she laughs.

"I know, Quinn," the woman smiles and turns around. "See? I can take a joke once in a while."

The girl leans in for a kiss. "In all seriousness, I love you. And this has been the best Valentine's Day ever."

"It's not over yet," Rachel husks before taking a step back.

She lays back on the bed and spreads her legs apart, never breaking eye contact with Quinn. She then reaches down between her legs and starts rubbing her clit while the girl stares on intensely.

"I don't think you're the only one with a problem."

The blonde pounces on top of her and nips at her lower lip. "I think maybe we can help each other out."

Her head drops down on the bed as Quinn moves down her body. Just as the girl reaches her destination, an idea crosses Rachel's mind.

"Wait, come here."

Quinn immediately stops and moves back up to her previous position. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She gently pecks her lips. "I just want to try something." She turns Quinn over onto her back and says, "Stay here."

She turns around and promptly gets on all fours, carefully placing her knees on either side of Quinn's head.

As Quinn watches that amazing pussy hover centimeters over her face, she feels a familiar hand wrap around her cock and thinks that this was actually a very good idea.

"Oh god," she groans and brings her mouth up.

"Shit, Quinn!"

A pair of soft lips and an adventurous tongue latch onto her clit and it makes Rachel lose focus for a moment. She takes a deep breath to get herself together, then leans down and uses her own tongue to tease the head of Quinn's stiff member.

A muffled noise coming from the blonde tells Rachel that she's enjoying it too. She then gasps when the girl slips into her slick entrance.

She then licks a path all the way down to the base, and slowly ghosts her lips back up over the soft skin.

"Baby," she moans. "I love having your cock in my mouth."

With the way Quinn was eating the life out of her pussy, Rachel knows that she won't last very long and takes over half of the shaft into her mouth at once, desperately working it all the way in.

She uses her hand to cradle the balls and gently massage them as she takes the rest of Quinn down her throat.

The girl sucks on her clit harder than before and Rachel can't control herself when she starts to move her hips frantically all over her face.

She comes up to gasp for air and pants out, "Almost there, Quinn. Don't stop."

She sucks furiously at the tip and uses her hand to stroke the rest of the length.

Her orgasm hits her harder than she imagined it would, and she lets out a muffled scream as she climaxes all over Quinn's face.

Not even a moment later, a warm substance fills her mouth and she does all that she can to make sure none of it drips out and laps it all up.

When she's satisfied, she then releases Quinn and cautiously rolls off her body. She's not surprised to see that the blonde is just as out of breath as she is.

"Wow," is all girl can say.