Quinn's POV

I watched as Rachel rushed around our bedroom, pulling clothes from the drawers and the closet, holding them up and then shaking her head and tossing them aside.

"Rach," I said.

Rachel stopped at the sound of my voice and turned towards me. I watched the corners of her mouth turn upwards as her eyes wandered over me, and the outfit I had picked for tonight. Though I'd been in favor of pant-suits since I'd settled on going into law years ago, tonight I was wearing a sleeveless red satin dress that fell just past my knees. The dress had a white stripe across the stomach and at the neckline, with black lace in between. It was actually quite reminiscent of the Cheerios uniform.

I walked over to her and gently pulled her into my arms. Even months later, I still couldn't quite believe that I was finally dating Rachel.

"You know you could wear baggy sweatpants and a ripped t-shirt and you'd still look amazing, right?" I said.

"Says the one who's dressed to kill," Rachel mumbled.

I blushed at the comment, but otherwise ignored it. I knew she liked it, and that was all that mattered. I kissed her on the cheek and said, "Wear the little black dress with the diamond pendant in the front."

She smiled brightly at me as she disentangled herself from me and headed to the closet to get the dress I had mentioned.

"Oh, and Kerry's here," I said as I walked out of the bedroom.

Kerry was the new babysitter. We'd used her thrice since we'd moved out to New York, on the recommendation of one of my colleagues. She was nice and respectful of us and the kids. Both Jojo and Zach seemed to like her.

Neither Rachel nor I liked the idea of leaving the kids with someone we didn't know. The first time we'd called her had been a trial run, where Rachel and I had met up with some of Rachel's friends from NYADA for a couple hours at a coffee shop not even ten minutes away. Rachel had called home every ten minutes to check on them anyway. The other two times were for a couple of last minute auditions that Rachel went to while I was working.

Tonight, however, was Valentine's Day, and for the first time since we'd moved to New York, I was taking Rachel out on a nice date, without the kids.

Rachel was out in ten minutes, which was far longer than it normally takes her to get ready, but far shorter than it used to. I could feel my jaw involuntarily drop as she walked out. She looked radiant, wearing the dress that I'd suggested, strappy black heels, and a faux black pashmina scarf draped over her shoulders.

"Wow," was all I could say.

We said quick (not really) goodbyes to the kids and then we were off.

"So where are you taking me?" Rachel asked as we stepped onto the street.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I thought we'd go eat somewhere?"

"Anywhere in particular in mind?" Rachel said.

I grinned. "Maybe."

I flagged down a cab and told the driver to take us to Times Square. Rachel and I just sat quietly in the backseat, hands intertwined, Rachel's head on my shoulder, content to just be together and listened to the radio.

The restaurant I had reservations at was only a few blocks from Times Square, so after generously tipping the cabbie, wishing him a Happy Valentine's Day and saying that we're sorry he has to work tonight, we walked hand in hand through the streets on Manhattan.

I stopped in front of Leon's, a small little vegan restaurant that most people wouldn't even notice if they walked past it.

I opened the door for Rachel, and if her smile was anything to go by, I knew I'd done well.

"You know," Rachel said after we were seated. "I used to walk by this place when I was in college, and I always wanted to come here, but the prices were a little too steep for me at the time."

I simply smiled back and said, "You may have pointed it out a time or two when I had visited."

We talked and ate and laughed and just generally had a good time. After dinner, we'd ordered wine and dessert and I couldn't help but think that we should do this more often.

"So," I said. "I know a couple of weeks ago you mentioned you didn't want a present, but I'd kind of already gotten you one at that point."

Rachel's eyes widened slightly. "Quinn," she said. "You really didn't have to."

"I know, but I wanted to."

Before I could take out Rachel's gift, her phone rang. She clearly had no intention of answering it unless it was Kerry, but she paused when she looked at the number.

"It's a New York number," she said.

"Go on," I said. "Answer it, I don't mind."

"Hello…This is she…I believe so…Really?..Of course, thank you!"

Rachel looked in shock as she ended the call.

"Rach?" I said. "Rach?" I waved my hand in front of her face. "Baby, who was that?"

"I…I just got a callback," Rachel said.

"Rach, that's amazing!" I said. "I told you, you were made for the stage."

Rachel's POV

I grinned at Quinn, who had been nothing but supportive of me since high school. I could see the love and pride shining in her eyes.

"It's all because of you," I said.

"No, Rach. This is all you. This is what you were born to do. It was inevitable that you would get here," Quinn said.

Quinn picked up her half-empty glass of white wine and said, "A toast. To my amazing girlfriend and the incredible future she has ahead of her.

I picked up my hardly touched glass and clinked it softly against hers. "To second chances," I said. I quickly downed the entire glass. Quinn chuckled at me.

"So which part did you get a callback for?" Quinn asked me.

"Uh well, I auditioned for a member of the chorus for Wicked," I said. I was still kind of in shock. "And they said that the understudy for Elphaba just left the show and that the actress who's currently playing her only has one month left. They want me to read for Elphaba."

"My girlfriend," Quinn said. "The star of Wicked… Sounds about right." She grinned cheekily at me.

"I haven't gotten the part, Quinn," I reminded her.

"But you will," Quinn said. "And speaking of…"

Quinn pulled out a small box and handed it to me. "It's nothing big," she said. "but I saw it and I just had to get it for you… Happy Valentine's Day."

I tore off the paper, and opened the box. Inside was a necklace with my name on it, only the 'h' was a ruby red slipper like the one from Wicked.

"It's perfect," I said.

"I wish I could take credit for it," Quinn said. "But I saw it in the window of a little store while I was passing by. Like the world already knew that your big break was coming up."

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