"Ladies and gentlemen, we will begin boarding first class shortly. Please have your boarding passes ready."

Quinn nudges her wife in the chair next to her, "Did you hear that, Rach?"

"Hmm, what?" Rachel frowns, obviously distracted.

"They said they're going to start boarding soon."

"Oh! Okay. It's about time."

Quinn nods in agreement before smiling, "You know, we're inside. You don't need to be wearing your sunglasses."

Rachel huffs and swipes them off of her face.

"Are you still upset about last night?"

She turns to the blonde and says, "Yes, Quinn. I'm still mad."

"It's not that big of a deal," Quinn chuckles.

"I fell asleep! On our wedding night!" She lowers her voice, "What kind of couple doesn't have sex on their wedding night? And you should've woken me up!"

"It was a long day and you were completely exhausted. I didn't want to wake you up."

"And I find that really sweet of you. But it was supposed to be the most romantic night of our lives and we missed out on it all because I couldn't stay awake."

"Baby," Quinn laughs before pressing a kiss to her temple. "We have all week to have a romantic night. So stop worrying. All that matters now is that we're married."

That seems to flip a switch inside of Rachel. "Say it again."

"We're married now."

"Oh god, that sounds so hot."

Quinn can't help but laugh once again.

"We are now boarding for first class."

"That's us!" Rachel beams and jumps up to go wait in line with Quinn right behind her.

When it's her turn, the flight attendant asks, "Boarding pass?"

She frowns when she realizes it's not in her hands and quickly starts digging through her purse. "Shit! Hang on, I just had it."

"I think you left this on the chair," Quinn smirks while handing the woman's pass to her.

Rachel sighs in relief. "I knew I married you for a reason." She hands it to the attendant, "Here you go!"

"Thank you," he glances down at the pass, "Ms. Berry."

"Actually, it's Mrs. Berry-Fabray now," she smiles.

"My apologies. Enjoy your flight."

When her and Quinn get situated in their seats, Rachel starts bouncing excitedly, "We're going on our honeymoon!"

Quinn smiles as she puts on her seatbelt. "It an almost eleven hour flight from here to Hawaii. Make sure you get plenty of sleep now so you don't pass out early again," she winks.

"Haha..." Rachel deadpans.

"You know I still love you, baby."

"You'd better."

Quinn brings Rachel's hand up to her face and leaves a kiss on her knuckles. "Of course I do."

Rachel beams and leans her head on Quinn's shoulder with a sigh, still completely exhausted. She shuts her eyes and figures she should take Quinn's advice and nap for a little while.

After their plane takes off, Rachel remains asleep for hours, leaving Quinn to entertain herself. She's nearly finished with the new book she bought when a stewardess brings them two glasses of champagne.

"Rach," she nudges the woman, still fast asleep on her shoulder. "Rachel," she says more loudly this time.

The woman groans, "What?"

Quinn laughs at her grumpiness. "Wake up. They brought us champagne."

This causes Rachel to finally open her eyes and sit up. "How long have I been out?" she asks while rubbing her stiff neck.

"About seven hours."

Rachel scoffs, "It took them seven hours to bring us champagne?"

"Hey, first of all, you were asleep, and it's free," Quinn laughs.

"Ugh," Rachel grimaces to herself. "I'm gonna go brush my teeth. I have morning breath." She gets up and pulls her purse with her.

"Only you would brush your teeth on an airplane."

"Bad breath is not a joke, Quinn!" Rachel calls out over her shoulder on her way to the restroom.

Quinn smiles to herself and gets back to her book. After a few minutes, she decides to try the champagne.

"Already starting without me?" Rachel asks as she makes her way back to her seat.

"Is your oral hygiene adequate enough?" Quinn smirks.

Instead of answering, Rachel leans over for a quick kiss, but gasps when Quinn takes hold of the back of her neck and deepens it.

"Quinn," she whispers and pulls away with a blush. "There are people here. So many people!"

"So what? We're on our honeymoon. A little PDA is expected."

"I know that. I also know that you like to get handsy." She emphasizes her point by prying Quinn's hand off of her thigh with a smirk.

"Fine. But you're in for it later."

Rachel bites her lip, "I can't wait."

"But first," Quinn hands a glass to Rachel before raising her own, "here's to us."

"To us, and to the rest of our lives together," Rachel adds with a smile as they lightly tap their glasses together and take a drink.

When Quinn finishes hers, she says, "I think it's time for a nap now."

"I just slept for seven hours, Quinn."

"I was talking about me."

"You do realize we're both going to be up for a while once we land."

"That's okay. Because when we get there, it's only going to be like...two o'clock in the afternoon Hawaii time."

"I don't think about these things. How lucky am I to have such a smart wife?" Rachel teases.

"Pretty lucky I'd say," Quinn banters. "But seriously, wake me up in an hour."

"Fine." She starts digging through her purse to pull out a few magazines. "I'll just keep myself busy with Cosmo and Glamour."

The blonde nods with a yawn before reclining her seat back. "Love you."

Quinn finds herself having a surprisingly good nap until she hears chatter all around her. She opens her eyes when she feels soft kisses pressing against her face.

"Time to wake up, baby," Rachel whispers in her ear.

She immediately sits up when she sees other passengers standing up and ready to get off the plane. "We already landed? Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"You just looked so cute sleeping that I didn't want to bother you. And at least now you're well rested for tonight," Rachel winks.

"Yeah, true." Quinn smiles before standing up and grabbing their bags. "Shall we?"

The two newlyweds manage to get their baggage, make it out of the airport, find a cab, pick up their car rental, and check in at the hotel right on time, much to Rachel's delight.

When they're shown to their honeymoon suite, she drops everything and gasps as she takes in the bright and spacious room.

"Quinn! This is our room!" she squeals.

"I noticed that, Rach," Quinn laughs as she carries their suitcases over to the bed.

"This was so worth compromising on the wedding." The woman makes her way over to the patio door. "Look! The beach is right there!" She turns and waves Quinn over. "Literally right there!"

"You're adorable." Quinn wraps her arms around her waist from behind. "And that beach is beautiful. But not as beautiful as you."

"There's no need for the cheesy pick up lines. You already know you're getting laid." Rachel turns her head and leans up for a quick peck. "Now come on! We have dinner reservations at six. So let's hurry and unpack and get ready."

Quinn frowns, "We have dinner reservations?"

Rachel blinks at her, "Yes. Didn't I tell you earlier?"

"No."

"Oh! Well we have dinner reservations at six."

Quinn smiles at her, and before she can respond, there's a knock at the door. "I'll get it," she says as she walks over to open the door to see the man from the front desk with a box.

"A package came in for Ms. Berry," he smiles politely.

"Berry-Fabray!" Rachel corrects as she bounds over to take the box from him.

Quinn rolls her eyes at her wife's antics and takes a few bills out of her purse to hand to the man before sending him on his way. "Who's it from?" she asks as she sits next to Rachel on the bed.

"It's from Kurt." Rachel rips the large box open and pulls out a note. She reads out loud, "'Dear Rachel and Quinn, congratulations on your big day. As I'm sure I already mentioned in my toast, may you have a lifetime of happiness and all that jazz. But may you also have a little fun on your honeymoon.' There's a winking face," Rachel finishes.

Quinn frowns and starts taking the contents out of the box. "Oh wow," she says as she pulls out brand new handcuffs.

"What else is in here?" Rachel excitedly rummages through it. "Massage oils. Blindfolds. Lingerie. Lube? That's weird." She blushes when she sees Kurt's reasoning for lube as she pulls out a strap on. "I don't think we'll be needing this. Unless you - "

She doesn't even have a chance to finish the sentence before Quinn takes it and hurls it across the room. "Nope. Not in a million years," the blonde says quickly.

Rachel laughs and presses a kiss to her cheek. "You're cute. I'm going to take a shower now." When she gets up Quinn is following close behind her to the bathroom. She turns and says, "Quinn, we don't have time for any messing around. Maybe you should wait until I'm done."

Quinn does her best Rachel impersonation as she rids them both of their clothes, "I'll have you know that showering together is not only cost efficient, it's also good for the environment as it saves water."

Rachel huffs but smiles anyway. "That isn't a valid argument in this case as we're staying at a hotel on an island in the middle of the Pacific and - hey!"

She's pushed into the shower and relents, allowing Quinn to join her. They haven't been intimate in nearly a week and Rachel misses it. And of course Quinn does too.

Their laughs echo across the room as they attempt to maneuver around each other. The smile never leaves Rachel's face. She even allows some kissing and light groping to hold Quinn over. For now. With the way her wife is touching her, she's momentarily tempted to cancel their reservations altogether.

Her willpower eventually wins over, and they somehow manage to barely make it to their reservation at a four star restaurant near the resort.

"Are you sure I'm not underdressed?" Quinn asks for maybe the tenth time since walking into the place.

"Quinn, stop worrying. You look great," Rachel says as they're seated at their table.

"I don't know, Rach." The blonde nods her head to another table, "That guy was looking at me when we were walking over."

"I'm pretty sure he was just checking you out."

It was probably true. Every time they went out somewhere, without fail, at least a handful of people would do a double take when they saw Quinn. Some would ogle for too long, much to Rachel's annoyance. But she's definitely used to it by now. Her insecurities, when it came to being good enough for Quinn, were a thing of the past.

And putting a ring on it definitely helped.

Even as she stares at her wife, she still sometimes can't believe how lucky she is.

"Hello ladies! How are you this evening?" An incredibly cheerful waitress breaks Rachel out of her thoughts and startles her in the process.

Quinn chuckles at her wife and smiles up at the young waitress, "We're wonderful, thank you. How are you?"

"I'm doing great and thank you for asking! Can I get you both something to drink? Might I suggest our new import of Talbott Valley Pinot Noir? Or perhaps - "

"Water is fine for me," Quinn says.

Rachel rolls her eyes. "We'll take a bottle of that wine, please."

When the waitress disappears, Quinn quirks an eyebrow at her. Rachel shrugs, "We might as well make the most of this."

"Yeah, true," the blonde nods in agreement. "I know we've only been here for a few hours, but I'm having so much fun with you."

"So am I. This is going to be an amazing week." She reaches across the small table to cover Quinn's hand. "You're too far away from me."

The blonde smirks and subtly scoots her chair around the table to be closer to her wife. "Better?"

Rachel glides her hand up and down her arm. "Much."

When Quinn leans over, they get lost in their own world as they share a deep, languid kiss. It's only when Rachel feels a hand sliding under her dress and up her thigh that she pulls back.

"Quinn," she says lowly with a smirk. "Out here where everyone could see? What would the natives think?"

"I'm pretty sure it's nothing but tourists here," Quinn laughs. She lightly rubs her thumb in circles over the spot where her hand is. "And I don't care who's looking. You have no idea how close I am to spreading you out over this table and having my way with you."

"Well, you're a lot closer than you think." Rachel leans in to whisper in her ear, "Because I'm not wearing any underwear."

Quinn swallows and tries to keep herself from making a ridiculously goofy face. "Really?"

"See for yourself."

Trying to be inconspicuous, she carefully inches her way up Rachel's leg, feeling the warmth only getting stronger as she gets closer to her center.

"And here we are with that wine!"

"Shit!" Quinn jumps and bangs her knee hard on the table. She quickly apologizes to the waitress, "Sorry! You just scared me."

"It's okay," the girl smiles as she uncorks the wine for them.

Rachel pouts and leans against the palm of her hand. Maybe they should have just stayed at the hotel.

"Here's your wine. And I'll give you a few minutes to look over the menu. Let me know if you have any questions."

When they're finally left alone again, Quinn moves her chair back to where it was. "I should probably stay on my side of the table."

Rachel smirks, "And you were almost there."

"The waitress probably knew what was going on too. We'll have to leave her a good tip."

"I'm sure she'll be fine." She smiles to herself, "I can't believe we still act like horny teenagers."

"A week, Rachel. We haven't had sex in a week," Quinn reminds her. "And we've been married for a full day now."

"I know, baby." She tilts her head and purses her lips to hide her laughter when she hears Quinn mumbling to herself.

"Dead puppies...Coach Bieste...Santana's grandma..."

"I didn't realize I could still get you this hot without even touching you," Rachel says, a little proud of herself.

"That's one thing that'll never change," Quinn laughs and finally looks back up when she's calmed down. "Anyway, what were we talking about?"

Rachel takes her hand again. "I was just going to tell my beautiful wife how much I love her and how happy I am right now."

"This girl sounds really lucky, being married to you and all."

"So she likes to say. But I know I'll always feel like the lucky one." She stares deeply into hazel eyes. "I know I tell you this a lot, but you make me feel like the most special person in the world."

"And I want you to feel like that everyday. You deserve it."

She bites her lip, "Yeah?"

Quinn brings her hand up and leaves a soft kiss on the back of it. "Yeah."

By the time they finish dinner, it's still early in the evening. But that doesn't stop them from going straight back to the hotel.

"Hello again Ms. Fabray and Ms. Berry," the same front desk man from earlier greets them as they rush through the lobby.

"Berry-Fabray!" Rachel shouts before a giggling Quinn pulls her into the elevator.

As soon as the doors close, she's pushed against the back wall and easily gives in when Quinn attacks her lips. She then moans loudly when the blonde reaches up her dress and touches her where she's been aching all night.

"You weren't kidding," Quinn says when her fingers meet instant wetness.

"I would never joke about that," Rachel breathes out as her wife kisses her neck and works her hand on her core.

"Quinn," she laughs lightly. "As much as I would love to be finger-fucked in an elevator, the doors are open and someone could see."

Detaching herself, Quinn turns around to see that the doors are indeed open to the empty hallway leading to their suite.

"Oh," is all she says.

"Let's go." Rachel pulls her to the room and all but pushes her inside. She shrieks when she's caught off guard and pushed onto middle of the bed, landing in her back.

"I've been wanting to do this all night," Quinn says as she pushes the woman's dress up around her waist.

"Oh god, yes..." As soon as her legs are spread open, Rachel reaches down to tangle her hand into blonde hair as Quinn kisses all over her swollen lips.

She throws her head back when she feels a tongue slowly running up and down her slit. And she can't help but grind her hips when she feels it circling her entrance.

She sits up when there's a light knock at the door and so does Quinn. "Ms. Fabray? Ms. Berry?"

"Berry-Fabray!" Rachel screams in frustration. All she wants right now is to get fucked by her wife.

"I'll get it," Quinn assures her before getting up from the bed and hurrying to the door, not even bothering to fix her appearance when she opens it. She makes sure not to open it enough to where the other person can see Rachel on the bed. "Yes?"

"Hello!" The overly happy front desk man was back. "On behalf of the resort, we just wanted to drop this off with you and once again congratulate you both on your wedding."

He holds out a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice with two glasses and Quinn takes it with a frown. How much champagne are newlyweds supposed to get?

"And if there's anything else we can do for you, please don't hesitate to call the front desk."

She glances over to see her wife standing by the bed, already without her dress and sliding her bra off her arms, giving her that look.

"Hang on," she tells the man before setting the champagne down on the table and grabbing her purse. "Here." She takes out a fifty dollar bill and hands it to him. "That's for you to make sure that no one bothers us for the rest of the night."

He eagerly takes it and grins, "Of course! And please don't forget to fill out our survey online saying that your stay here was - "

"Yeah, yeah. Got it." She shuts the door on him and turns to see her wife lighting some candles around the room.

"I thought he'd never leave," Rachel says over her shoulder as she gets the last candle by the bed. "Can you get the lights?"

Quinn does as she's asked and eagerly strips herself naked to catch up with her wife. She's momentarily confused when Rachel walks past her, but shakes her head with a smile when the woman starts opening the champagne bottle.

"We just had a whole bottle of wine at dinner," she says as she wraps her arms around her from behind.

Rachel shrugs, "It's free so we might as well."

"Mmm," Quinn hums in agreement before leaving a soft, lingering kiss on her shoulder.

Rachel smiles triumphantly when she pops it open and starts pouring in one of the glasses. She then takes a sip.

"How is it?"

"Not too bad."

She goes ahead and pours a glass for Quinn and nods over to the bed. The get back on it and lay on their sides, facing each other, and continue drinking out of their glasses.

"It's better than what we had on the airplane," Quinn remarks.

"Mhmm." Rachel finishes her glass and sets it down on the night stand. She then leans over to meet her wife for a kiss.

"Your lips are cold," Quinn murmurs.

"So are yours," Rachel says as she continues their kiss.

After a moment, Quinn pulls back and finishes her champagne as well. She then pushes Rachel onto her back and leans her head down to take a nipple into her mouth.

"Oh..." Rachel moans. This was different.