Okay so I admit that this is not my best chapter. Seriously, but I wanted, as an author, to try something new. Extremem fluff. I wanted to see if I could do it. You'll be the judge of that. There's no sex in this chapter... and I'm kind of wacky so... I think Scavenger Hunts are romantic. Maybe? Anyway, tell if you liked the fluff, or if you didn't. I promise that the next chapter will not be like this. So... enjoy? I hope you like it.

Next chapter (because there's not many more): We find a little bit more about Brittany's love interest.

I will be updating "Something To Do"... It's just that I have work. Friends that need saving and a LOVELY NUT that likes to have my attention and who am I to say no.

Sorry for the long wait. You must hate me by now. This is loosely edited. I will come back and edit it, I just lots to do. Thank you for investing your time into this story. It's not over yet. We still have some sexy sex coming up and hopefully, you will like it. Sorry for this long ass Author's Note...

Please review, and thank you so much for your kind words and your encouragement.

Waking up to an empty house was upsetting, especially considering the alternative. The alternative being that Quinn could be in her arms right now, but isn't. Now, though, she's waking up to vacant sheets and a cleared room. She thinks it isn't fair, and surely, Quinn will hear a rant of this. She's just gotten back into that. Ranting. Before, it had been a nuisance, and irritation to everyone. She had stopped with time, when Finn had deemed it inappropriate, but now, she knows that it's accepted. She kind of likes getting back into the habit of ranting.

It was what made it her.

She wraps herself in sheets, reaching over to the night stand to find her phone. She figures that she'd give Quinn a preview of a rant that she's already made up in her head. She smiled to herself, already imagining what she'd say. But instead of finding her cell phone, she found a pice of paper. Her head popped up, eyebrow raised. She snatched the paper, brows furrowed as she read, lips pouted and eyes wide. It was Quinn's hand writing.

Good Morning baby! I know you were expecting to wake up in my arms, but I decided that I wanted to have a little bit of fun.
Now, before you roll your eyes, and I know you'll roll them anyway, I want you to know that I love you. So much!

Now, on the with the business!

I've laid out an outfit for you, because you'll need the appropriate attire to do what you're going to do today. Today you'll
be going on a SCAVENGER HUNT! Your ultimate goal is to find me. I have everything planned, so don't go changing the rules.
Through out the city, there wil be clues and instructions, as well as directions that you must follow. I know that you must be think
this is ridiculous, but indulge me! I promise that in the end, this will be worth your while.

Before you wash and dress, have some breakfast. You'll find your next clue soon!

And I love you! Have a great day, and I look forward to seeing you!
-Love Quinn

Rachel thought that this was crazy. While she thought Quinn was a true dork for this, and while the idea of this sounded fun, there was no way that she was going to find Quinn. Not in a city like this. She knew Quinn now, which meant that the blond could very well be stretching the truth. It was so freaking unfair. All she wanted to do was kiss Quinn until she became hungry, and even then, she still wanted to kiss Quinn. Now, she hated to wait a whole day, or however long to see Quinn... Rachel could feel the absence of Quinn's kiss.

Throughout every addiction, if the one addicted is lucky, that person goes through a widthdrawal. It only meant that when you acquire your obsession... the wait makes it so much better. It was like fitting the last puzzle piece into its place. Rachel groaned at the thought of Quinn not being there... but then she thought of insatiable lips and strong arms wrapping around her... and then she knew.

She was going after her addiction.

She couldn't stay away from Quinn that long.

That's what addiction did, though. It turned her into a complete mess, and she could only hope she wasn't making a fool of herself, just to get a fix of Quinn. Rachel was perfectly fine with substance abuse. She could spend days wrapped up in Quinn, and maybe that was a problem. They had lives. No matter what, she was an adult and she needed to come down to reality sometime, right? Still, Quinn, just like any other drug, made it hard. She made it easy to forget the past, the good and the bad. She saw a future with Quinn. The blond didn't make promises, maybe because she knew that Rachel wasn't ready for that. She was ready, though, to be happy.

To finally be happy.

Just the thought made her heady.

Rachel stretched, sighing happily before getting up. She made her way slowly out of the bedroom door. She walked down the hall, and into the living room, brow furrowed and gait stiff. There was... Brittany, washing dishes in the kitchen, while her boys were sleeping on Quinn's couch.

"Brittany," Rachel said quietly, trying not to wake the busy boys. They were loud, noisy, and fun. They were Brittany. Rachel never seen happier children. Rachel was still trying to figure out the blond. All from unfinished stories, Rachel had gathered that the dancer was a nurse, trying to make it by. She was independent, refusing money from Quinn or anyone else who wanted to help. From what she could tell, Brittany only had ties to Quinn and her boys. She noted how both blonds didn't mention Santana. She wasn't going to ask. She was still learning Quinn, and she didn't know what it would take to learn Brittany.

She had remembered the first born, from senior year. Brittany had gotten pregnant. She had named her first born Sean. Blonde hair and blue eyes, just like his mother. He was as cute as his is now, exceot now, he was eight, and from what she's come to learn, surprisingly precocious. She hadn't been there for Brittany's second child, Seth; whom was now six. He was just as precious though, with the same blonde hair and blue eyes. She could see in the blonde's eyes that she hadn't regreted them. Rachel was pleased. She was even more pleased to see that Quinn was their loving Aunt - the kind of aunt to talk about in school; the kind to brag about; the kind to introduce to future girlfriends.

Brittany turned upon hearing Rachel. She smiled brightly, beckoning Rachel to come closer.

"Hey, you hungry?" Brittany asks. Rachel nods, taking a seat. Rachel smiled when Brittany pulled a plate out of the oven. "Quinn said you'd be up around this time, so I put it in the oven to heat it up," Brittany says. Rachel smiles at her predictability. She had recalled a playful argument between her and Quinn about it. Just thinking about her girlfriend made her even more anxious to see her.

"You know what Quinn has up her sleeve?" Rachel asked, beginning her breakfast. Brittany sat down, pulling out her phone. She shook her head softly, typing in something and then looked up.

"Quinn's crazy, but saying that, I think that it's safe to say that Quinn's crazy for you," Brittany says. Rachel smiles, nodding slowly before moaning about the good food. They sat in silence a little. "I know that we haven't been able to hang out, especially since I know that you'll be in our life a lot more... I just have work," Brittany confessed. Rachel nodded.

"That's okay. Aside from Quinn, and Jesse, I'm working, and that can be busy," Rachel says. Brittany smiles.

"Oh yeah, Quinn told me about that! I can't believe you two are together," Brittany quietly exclaims, going back to her phone and texting something. Rachel raised an eyebrow at this.

"I know... but she makes me happy," Rachel cheeses, folding her legs.

"You're amazing," Brittany says unexpectedly.

"What? Why?"

"You have this... this life with Quinn, and I'm glad that you've found happiness," Brittany explains.

"Are you happy?"

"I have my boys, and I have Quinn, and I have you," Brittany explains. "I am happy."

"But are you happy?"

"I've been seeing someone, but you can't tell Quinn," Brittany said quickly, eyes wide. Rachel looked at the blond suspiciously. Brittany sighed. "I know you're with Quinn, but it killed me not to tell anyone," Brittany confessed.

"Well, why can't tell Quinn? You two are close, don't you think she would want to know?" Rachel asked, confused.

"Quinn's..." Brittany struggled to find a word, "protective," she said finally. Rachel's brow furrowed.

"What do you mean?"

"Quinn makes it a point to tell me she loves me and the boy all the time, and I'm grateful for it... it just kills my love life," Brittany explained. "She's protective of me. She's seen me cry enough to know that I cannot put my heart at risk. She hates seeing me so upset; to see me so heartbroken. Anyone that comes along, Quinn is on them like the police. Every time I think I fall in love, I get heartbroken all over again."

"Well, I think it's sweet!"

"It is, and I love Quinn for it... but I love her, and I don't want Quinn to drive her away," Brittany said sadly.

"Who? And Quinn's going to have to find out sometime," Rachel reasoned. Brittany shrugged.

"She'll find out when she'll find out... I just... I'm a little scared," Brittany spoke quietly. Rachel nodded in false understanding. As far as she could tell, Quinn was genial, and sweet. Sure, she had baggage, but who didn't. They were silent, thinking things over individually.

"Well, your secret is safe with me," Rachel promised. Brittany smiled brightly. She nodded, patting Rachel's hand across the table.

"Thank you, Rach! Now, eat up! Quinn would never forgive me if you're late," Brittany giggled, getting up and bounding across the room.

After her breakfast, Rachel washed and dressed accordingly. She needed her first clue. She has no idea where to start. She smiled walking into the living room to see Brittany's boys' watching television intently. They spared her no attention, quickly calling her aunt Rachel. Brittany walked up to her, money in her hand.

"First clue: Go to Sunset Mall. Go to the food court. Find the woman with the red hat," Brittany said. Rachel stared at her, thoroughly confused.

"Wait, what?"

"Hurry... the faster you go, the faster you'll get to see Quinn," Brittany promised, shoving the money into Rachel's hand. Rachel nodded, being gently pushed out of Quinn's house and into the elevator. She didn't know what was going on. Find a woman with a red hat. What? What was the money for? It was all unnerving. She could feel her adrenaline pumping. She hadn't felt this excited since... well, highschool. She remembered this feeling. It was a feeling she'd get knowing that they were going to win Sectionals. A feeling she'd have, upon having sex for the first time. It was exciting, pressuring... new.

Walking out of the building, she stood, waiting to see if she'd figure out her next move, or if it was going to be brought to her. She looked down at the money. She was so confused. A loud honk brought her out of her reverie. She jumped, looking towards the noise. She smiled, walking up to the vehicle. It was a taxi.

It was her next move.

Getting into the taxi, Rachel gave him the direction, watching her surroundings just in case. She was on a Scavenger Hunt... to find her lover. It was... romantic. It was new, and exciting. She felt prided that she and Quinn could make the city their own playground, where they'd play hide and seek. It was refreshing. Amazing. Stopping in front of the mall parking lot, Rachel beamed at the man. He winked at her, waiting for her to hand over the money. He was generous, only taking two dollars of her money. She was delighted, stepping out of the car and bouncing on the balls of her feet towards the lot.

Through the entrance, she had located customer service. This mall had maps. The was good because it was huge. Finding the food court had been an ordeal. The mall had been busy, and she didn't know if she were in the right section. What worried her the most, is that she wouldn't be able to find her way out of the mall. She pushed down that fear, and kept her fierce gait. She looked like an extreme shopper. Arriving at the food court, she paled. There had to be hundreds of people there, waiting for their food or sitting at tables. She pulled out her phone, quickly dialing Quinn's number. She gasped when she had gotten the voice mail. Quinn rejected her call. She looked all around. There were a few people with red hats, all different. She felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see who had tapped her.

"Yes?" she asked, staring in the eyes of a blonde teenager.

"Find the woman with the red hat, and white stockings," she had said, smiling at her. Rachel's eyes widened. Quinn had went all out. "And by the way, I love when you sing," she said, walking away.

"Wait! Where's this woman?" Rachel called out. The teenager smiled.

"In the food court," she answered before disappearing into the crowd. Rachel frowned.

She looked high and low, failing to find the woman with the white stockings and the red hat. She refused to let her frustration get a hold of her, but she felt it creeping in. She couldn't find this woman. That is, until she saw a woman, with a red hat and white stockings, painting. She was in a secluded area of the food court. She was painting for money. She needed money. Rachel walked up to her. Her money bucket was just about empty. The woman stared at her quizzically. Rachel had taken a good look of her painting.

It was a painting of her.

Rachel Berry in candidness. The woman was painting from a picture, Rachel hadn't known been taken of her. She blushed, staring in awe. This woman was talented. Rachel couldn't help but step forward and give the woman a twenty dollar bill. The woman smiled finally, disregarding the curious crowd. She walked up to Rachel.

"You must be Rachel," she said. The brunette nodded.

"I'm Cathy," she said. "I want to thank you for giving money to me. I'm sure Quinn hadn't instructed you to do so, but I am extremely grateful. She told me that you were a benign woman. She guaranteed that you were going to spare some money. She doesn't want you to forget that," Cathy says. Rachel finds herself blushing and then staring quizzically.

"What?"

"She doesn't want you to forget that you're a good woman at heart. She says that whatever you do, no matter good or bad, that you cannot forget these moments. These are moments that she looks forward to. When you're sad, these are moments you could look up to, also," the woman stated. Rachel nodded, blushing and smiling. She tried to stop from beaming, but she couldn't help it, especially when a couple interrupted them.

"Excuse me miss, we love your art. The ones on display are phenomenal, and the one you're painting of her," the man said, pointing to Rachel, "take down our information, we would like for you to paint us," he said. Cathy smiled happily at him. The woman of the couple dug into her purse, only to pull out a ten dollar bill. She dropped it into the money bucket.

"Just name your price," she said. Cathy smiled, opening her mouth to speak, but couldn't as someone interrupted.

"Take down my number, your art is amazing," another anonymous man said looking at the portrait of Rachel and and at Rachel herself. He smiled and urged forward. Soon, more people were dropping money and requesting painting and drawings.

"Your next stop: Go to the nearest bowling center. Hit a strike, you get your next clue to finding Quinn," the teenager whispered in her ear, walking away quickly. Rachel grimaced. She didn't know where the nearest bowling center was. And furthermore, she didn't know how to bowl. Quinn knew that. And that was exactly why she had to do it. Cathy expressed her goodbyes and smiled at her as she pointed the way of the exit. When she finally made it out of the place, the taxi from earlier had been waiting there. He honked his horn, smiling at her happily.

"Where to Ms. Berry?" he asked. Rachel smiled. He was apart of it too.

"The nearest bowling center," she asked with uncertainty. He nodded, turning off his meter and turning up the volume on his stereo system. It wasn't too loud. It was show tunes!

Making it to the bowling center, Rachel hadn't expected it to be so huge. She walked into the place, a little shy and self conscious. She walked up to the clerk to pay for a lane.

"What's your name miss?" he asked.

"Rachel," she answered.

"Rachel Berry?" he asked. Her brow dropped. She nodded. He smiled at her, picking out seemingly new bowling shoes. "I'll need you to pick a ball miss," he instructs. "You have to get a strike, or you will not proceed to the next clue," he says. Rachel frowns. He can see her apprehension. "I'll help you," he says. They pick a pink ball. It's not too heavy, but it's something she has to hold with two hands. He shows her once, form and grace, landing a strike. He stands idly by, watching her try to do what he did.

She fails.

She fails horribly.

And in the event of her failure, she's drawing attention. Somehow, people know that she's doing this for a scavenger hunt. And they find it amusing. They all watch as she sink gutter balls and doesn't manage at all to hit a strike. It's all too frustrating, but she's not giving up. She's kind of driven by it. She wants to see Quinn. And she'll do it, somehow.

She sinks it!

It's by sheer luck, she thinks. She's hit the right portion of the lined up pins, and amazingly, they fall dramatically on the remaining pins. She's hit it! She's hit a strike. It makes her laugh, especially since the whole place is clapping for her. The clerk claps, smiling. Afterwards, he beckons her forward.

"You did good," he lies.

"No, you're just saying that."

"No, seriously, you did good. Quinn knew you'd suck at this. She just knew that you wouldn't give up, and that's what she wanted the most out of this," he explains. Rachel nods, arms and finger aching. "She loves your perseverance Rach. Everything from your determined stare and your wacky impetus. She doesn't see it as a flaw. She sees it as an advantage. She wants you to know that you're loved because of it," he informs. Rachel beams. She's starting to get it. Reasons To Love Herself... That's what Quinn's doing.

"Thank you," she says. slipping on her regular shoes.

"Next stop: The Park"

Rachel nods, knowing what it meant. It meant that she was going to park, only, she didn't know what she was going to do. Stepping out of bowling alley, she spots her taxi driver leaning against the car.

"Are you ready ma'am?" he asks. He's polite and Rachel's delighted. She nods, buckling into the car with her seat belt. He nods. "Where to, ma'am?"

"Please, call me Rachel. And to the park?" Rachel's voiced lightened, indicating a questions.

"I know what you mean ma- I meant Miss Rachel," he says, driving off.

When she makes it to the park, there are lots of children and parents there. There's a child holding up a sign with her name on it. She walks up to him, his mother standing right next to him. She starts to speak, but then he's whining.

"Mom, she said I could do it," he whined. Rachel smiled sadly. He was so cute. The woman nods to him. He smiles brightly afterward, happily picking up the brown paper bag beside him. "Quinn says you have to dress up in the clown suit," he says. Rachel tries to hide her grimace. She hates clowns. Quinn hates them too.

"It's just the outfit, not the make up, so you won't look too much like a clown," his mother says. Rachel smiles. Quinn saved the day with that one. "There's a closed off partition behind the swing set, I'll make sure no one sees," the woman promises. Rachel smiles, thanking her before walking behind the partition. She looks ridiculous. The clothes are too baby, the shoes are large, the wig is itchy, and she can barely. She wonders what she has to do. She walks up to the woman, gaining the attention of many of the children and their parents. She's pretty sure a little girl cried because of her. It makes her sad.

"What do I have to do?" Rachel grumbles, hoping that she doesn't have to make more children cry. The woman smiles at her.

"She wants you to sing."

"What?"

"She wants you to sing a few nursery rhymes," the woman informs. She thinks it's foolish, but she'll do it if that meant she could get to Quinn. She sang: Ol' McDonald Had A Farm; BINGO; Twinkle Twinkle Little Star; Jack & Jill; and finally, Three Blind Mice. Of course, the kids enjoyed it. They all sang along, with their parent happy for their child's entertainment. It was certainly a break from watching their kids clumsily fall all over themselves. It was refreshing. Dressing back into her original outfit, Rachel made her way back to the woman and her son. "You were amazing, just like Quinn said you would be," the woman commented. Rachel blushed.

"Thank you."

"No problem. I see why Quinn loves you. She said that you'd do anything for what you two have, and I guess she was right," The woman nods, satisfied with her admission. "Your next stop, it's the track," the woman says. Rachel smiles with excitement. She loves the track. She says her goodbyes, waving away the children who whine over her. She sits in the taxi cab, satisfied with what Quinn did. She just wonders how much longer it'll be before she was allowed to see her lover.

The track wasn't busy. She was unsure of what she had to do, but of course, she wasn't thinking about it any longer because there was Quinn Fabray, sitting at a table located in the grassy middle ring of the track. Rachel couldn't help but run to her addiction, with wide open arms. Quinn hugs her back, happy and excited at the same time. Rachel doesn't want to let her go. She's happy. Happier than she's ever been actually. To feel this kind of joy, should be a crime, but then again, it shouldn't because she wouldn't be hugging Quinn right now.

"You found me!" Quinn exclaims jokingly. Rachel slaps her arm playfully.

"This game was fun, but you're the one that's going to do the finding next time," Rachel promises.

"I look forward to it," Quinn expresses. And before Rachel can respond, Quinn's lips are on hers. It's a sensual kiss. One of those kisses that would last a lifetime, and Rachel's running out of breath trying to kiss Quinn back with all she's got. When they finally part, Quinn hums in finality. "I love you," she whispers. Rachel nods.

"I love you too." They sat at the table, attention completely on each other. Quinn had set up a dinner in the middle of the track ring. It was... spontaneous; romantic; sweet; it was all Quinn. It was their place. Rachel could see that. Quinn stared right through her, smiling lightly. "Quinn, this is amazing."

"You're amazing," Quinn says. Rachel nods.

"So I've heard."

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