Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or the character's. I just like to borrow them :P. I really wish I did own Glee tho...that would be awesome.

A/N: I just want to say, I'm trying my best with this story, and if you're reading this and haven't read it's you; this will make little sense to you. Anyway, just a warning the drama will actually start fairly soon in this story; but it'll be worth it. Cheers and enjoy! Also I found it hard to write this since, it starts off during the Christmas holidays and it obviously isn't anywhere close to Christmas here in the real world, but anything can be made with a little bit of fiction :)

A/N#2: I was having some issues with Fanfiction and Im pretty sure I had uploaded this chapter 10 times, before it actually worked. so sorry about that.

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Quinn walked into her family room, a cup of hot chocolate in hand. A lot had changed over the last 5 months. Christmas was a week away, and she was looking forward to seeing Rachel. But she had re-adjusted too many different things in her life since her girlfriend had left Lima.

Her mom had moved out and into a bigger mansion with her boyfriend (who Quinn actually liked), selling the house to none other than Sam, and his girlfriend who allowed Quinn to stay as long as she needed. The situation wasn't awkward although she thought it may be, living with her ex-boyfriend and his girlfriend; who happened to be 2 months pregnant.

When Sam found out about the baby she wanted to laugh at him, because they hadn't planned it; it was an accident and she felt her past haunting her when she thought about her accidental pregnancy. But she couldn't laugh because the only difference was Sam, and his girlfriend Kelly were in love and considering getting married, not just for the baby but because they were confident that they were meant to be. But it also made her think about Beth, and she was considering reconnecting with her daughter. But she hadn't talked to Rachel about it, and it also seemed awkward seen as Rachel's mom was the one who adopted Beth; but at the same time it wasn't awkward at all. She felt closer to Rachel because of it. Rachel didn't see Beth as a sister, because she wasn't; she wasn't related at all and if anything Rachel had considered Beth, Quinn's daughter, nothing less and nothing more.

It hadn't been long since Sam moved in, he had only been living there a month at most, there were still boxes around the house that weren't unpacked, and it didn't help that Quinn had been packing to leave which increased the number of boxes. She hadn't had a chance to tell Rachel about her current living arrangements, she talked to the diva as much as she could but every time they settled into conversation, her living situation with her ex-boyfriend seemed to slip her mind mostly because she had missed talking to the brunette, and only focused on her.

The blonde stared up at the Christmas tree before her a small smile playing with her lips. She raised the hot chocolate to her lips and took a sip from her cup, never taking her eyes off the tree in the meantime.

"I think I lost the star!" Sam said, searching through a box of decorations. Quinn laughed and rolled her eyes.

"You lose everything, just the other day you were whining because you lost your keys, and then you found them an hour later...in your pocket." Kelly said, as she came up and slipped her arms around Sam's waist. The sight caused Quinn to silently wince; it just reminded her of how much she missed Rachel, not being able to hold her like that. The blonde studied her two friends; Sam's interest in the peppy brunette shocked her. Kelly wasn't the type of girl that Sam had always been attracted to. Kelly was pretty, but she was ridiculously smart. It wasn't that Sam didn't like smart girls, Quinn was smart but it had just shocked her at how smart Kelly really was, sometimes she thought Kelly could rival Rachel in academics.

Kelly turned to Quinn and sent her a soft smile. "So, when does Rachel get into town?"

"It's hard to say. It depends on how the final show goes this afternoon, and the time her red eye flight leaves."

Kelly raised an eyebrow and walked toward the tree, running her slender fingers along a red Christmas ball.

"You don't seem excited; shouldn't you be jumping for joy?"

"That's because I'm not excited Kel, I'm nervous. I haven't seen her in a while, and sometimes I just wonder if she's gotten over me..."

"You know that's not true she loves you." Sam said, going back to searching for the star that he could place at the top of the tree. "Besides her dads practically consider you guys to be married, if they show themselves around here anymore then they do, it'll become extremely awkward."

"Hey, her dads are sweet." Quinn whispered. She walked over to the box Sam was rooting through and her lips curved up into a sly smile.

"Um Sam..." Quinn picked up the gold star that had fallen on the couch, beside the box. She handed it to her friend and he sighed.

Both girls began to laugh and Sam blushed deeply. "Never mention this to anyone..." Sam mumbled as he took the gold star from Quinn's hand.

"Your secret is safe with me." Quinn winked and took another sip of her hot chocolate.

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Rachel sat in her dressing room, the walls were a creamed colour, and the room was pretty bland. Although t had its perks, she didn't have to put up with any of her 'unbearable' co-stars, or so she would consider them. She looked into her mirror, as she sat on the stool in front of it. She took in a deep breath, slightly nervous for the closing show. She was disappointed, in many things. She was disappointed that it was ending, but also because Quinn couldn't be there. Since her girlfriend had been there opening night, she was hoping she'd show up for the last show but that wasn't the case. She couldn't blame Quinn, especially since the blonde couldn't continuously fly out to go and see her.

A sudden knock caused her to jump and she looked toward the plain white wooden door. "Come in." She said simply, her voice a bit cold, different from the way it used to be, which was warm and welcoming.

"Ms. Berry these flowers came for you." The young boy said nervously, setting the flowers on the surface in front of the diva. She nodded her thanks and he left quickly shutting the door behind him.

She gently picked up the card that was nestled in the bouquet of assorted roses. As she studied the flowers, she thought Quinn couldn't have sent them because Quinn had always sent lilies, or something that had nothing to do with roses, because Rachel found roses, overused and lacking meaning. But this bouquet was filled with roses, all different colors of course.

Her eyes trailed the card and her brows knitted together, and then she smiled.

"Rachel,

I'm sorry I couldn't make it, wish I could so we could relive opening night. Haha. Break a leg tonight, and I'm looking forward to seeing you. Love you.

P.s. I know you hate roses. I tired to convince your dads that but they convinced me to allow them to pick the flower choice, so I lost.

-Quinn"

Rachel slid the note back where it came from, a soft smile on her face. She had sunk into the memory of opening night. All her friends had come, and it seemed perfect, but when the blonde had entered her dressing room; they definitely made that room their own.

Rachel paced nervously in her dressing room, taking deep calming breaths; but somehow they weren't working. She still hadn't seen any of her friends, or her girlfriend and it made her more nervous. Suddenly a loud bang on the door made her jump and ceased her pacing. She slowly walked to the door and opened it. Her heart picked up and her stomach fluttered as she saw Quinn standing there with flowers in hand. They hadn't seen each other-besides webcam-since that day at the airport. Rachel suddenly felt weak and Quinn smiled at her, showing her she was feeling the same.

Rachel pulled Quinn into the room by her shirt and the blonde widened her eyes, but didn't object at the forcefulness of her girlfriend.

"I've missed you." Rachel whispered, it was so low Quinn barely heard her. The blonde felt the shivers from the husky tone hiding in the divas voice.

"I missed you too." Quinn, who was still close to the open door kicked it with her foot, causing it to slam shut, with a bang. Suddenly Rachel slammed her lips into the blonde's and the flowers fell from Quinn's hand, and her arms wrapped around the diva's waist; she pulled her girlfriend closer bringing their bodies together.

"mmm I've missed this." Quinn mumbled once she had disconnected their lips. Rachel slyly smiled and Quinn raised an eyebrow, she knew what the diva had in mind.

"Rach, we're in your dressing room..."

Rachel didn't care she reconnected their lips and their lips danced together, Rachel's bottom lip slipped in-between Quinn's and the blonde began to suck on it, which caused the brunette to moan. Rachel began to walk forward which caused Quinn to back up, her back soon collided with the door and Rachel pushed her body into Quinn's earning a throaty moan from the blonde.

Quinn slowly slid her tongue along Rachel's bottom lip and the girl allowed permission and the blonde's tongue slipped in with ease. She explored Rachel's mouth missing the taste, and the feeling of Rachel's tongue massaging her own; in the gentle way that it always did.

Quinn let out a soft moan from deep in her throat and Rachel felt the tingles shoot through her body at hearing the sound she had missed, a lot. Rachel's hands began to roam and Quinn's hand fisted the brown flowing locks, that had been perfectly groomed but Rachel didn't seem to care. They both knew they didn't have much time until the play started, but Quinn wasn't going to stop Rachel now, especially since the brunette was already sliding her fingers down toward her pants. In Quinn's opinion a quickie was better than not having her girlfriend sexually.

The blonde gripped Rachel's hair a bit tighter as the diva didn't waste any time in slipping two delicate fingers into Quinn's panties, she slowly grazed them downwards and the blonde moaned as her center throbbed, begging for touch. Rachel disconnected the kiss and smirked; she shifted her head to the side and began to place small kisses down Quinn's neck which made the blonde quiver. Once Rachel trailed back up to her pulse point she began to kiss, suck and nibble causing Quinn to get wetter by the second.

"R-rach...please."

The diva smiled against Quinn's neck and gave a slight nod, and pushed her fingers down farther. Quinn gasped as she felt Rachel's soft fingers begin to explore her folds. She rubbed her fingers along the insides of Quinn's lips and then back up to her bundle of nerves. The blonde moaned again as Rachel began to pay attention to the bud, she began to plant kisses along Quinn's neck again and then back up to her lips; she pecked her girlfriend on the lips and slipped her free hand around Quinn's back, holding her steadily so she didn't fall to the ground.

".god..."

Rachel gave one last playful brush against the girl's clit and then moved downward. Without warning she plunged one finger into her girlfriend causing Quinn to moan loudly, suddenly forgetting that they were in a dressing room, with people all around the room on the outside.

Rachel started off with slow pushes, as she eased the girl into it, but the raspy moan from the blonde, and the muffled begging for her to go faster caused her to speed up and deepen the plunge.

"Do you think Rachel will like these?" Finn asked as he walked with Santana, Brittany, Puck, Sam and Kurt towards Rachel's dressing room. They had made her a box of homemade cookies, vegan friendly of course.

"She better, we slaved over a fucking stove for 4 hours trying to make a decent batch." Santana mumbled.

They finally reached Rachel's dressing room and a loud bang against the door caused them all to stare at it wide eyed.

Rachel carefully inserted a second finger. "Fuck!" Quinn tried to lower her voice but it felt good...so good and she couldn't control herself. The brunette fucked her hard and fast as Quinn pleased and she continued to let out loud moans as she grew close.

"Please tell me they aren't-"Kurt said, causing his nose to wrinkle in disgust. Santana laughed and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"They totally are, Q is definitely getting her mack on."

"That is so fucking hot." Puck said, smiling.

Their eyes widened, almost at the exact same time as they heard Quinn practically scream Rachel's name, in complete arousal.

"Damn..." Santana mumbled, feeling an unexpected warmth climb between her legs. "If I had known Rachel was that good in bed..."

Brittany furrowed her brows and punched her girlfriend in the arm. Santana turned to her with an apologetic look and kissed her forehead.

Finn stood there, his mouth formed into a perfect 'o' and he took in some deep breaths trying not to get turned on. "Mailman...mailman." he mumbled under his breath. Another loud moan was heard and with that Finn had handed the container of cookies to Brittany and ran away, towards the bathrooms.

"Fuck, Rach!" Quinn moaned, as she tightened around her girlfriend's fingers. Her body became stiff and she shuddered as she allowed the orgasm to flow through her. Her body soon became limp and she leaned against Rachel, who was struggling to hold her up.

"Quinn, I can't hold you up very well. "

The blonde breathed heavily and mumbled a "sorry". She forced herself to stand up, even though she felt like she was going to fall at any second.

A loud booming voice filled the hall outside the room. "Showtime!" Rachel smiled and pecked her girlfriend on the lips.

"Just in time..." Rachel slowly pulled her fingers out from her girlfriend's pants and raised them to her lips. She slipped them into her mouth and licked the juices off of her fingers, causing the girl before her to form a half smile. The diva leaned close to Quinn, her lips close to her ear. "You taste so good." The brunette's husky and suggestive tone made Quinn tingle and take in a deep breath.

"Chop chop people!" The director yelled, the booming voice going straight through Quinn's head. She gathered what little strength she had and turned around and opened the door. She fixed her pants and as she walked out, her heart hammered against her rib cage as she saw all of her friends there, staring at her as if she was from mars. She cleared her throat and sent them all a smile. Rachel soon followed and her cheeks began to heat up, embarrassment causing her to blush.

Rachel smiled and shook her head trying to rid the thoughts. A soft knock at her door grabbed her attention, the thoughts now pushed to the back of her head.

"Come in."

The door creaked open and the man who walked in gave her a large smile.

"Hey." Finn's soft voice filled the room. Rachel smiled at him but she wasn't sure what to make of his intentions. He had been a good friend to her since his apology to both her and Quinn but Rachel knew the look he gave her. It was similar yet so foreign. The only look of love she enjoyed getting was from Quinn, and hers was a lot sexier then Finn's.

Rachel wasn't sure if Finn still loved her, the friendship made her uncomfortable some days but she enjoyed the company. Quinn trusted her around Finn, and wasn't jealous or at least didn't show it. Rachel however had rules that applied to her friendship with Finn; she never made physical contact voluntarily. Every time he'd hug her she'd side step, every time he'd try and touch her she'd shift. The only time he's ever gotten away with touching her is when they were hounded by paparazzi and he attempted to 'protect' her. Rachel wanted his friendship, but she didn't want his feelings for her.

"Hello Finn."

"So, I just wanted to say good luck-"

Rachel widened her eyes and shook her head, the reaction causing Finn to stop talking. "In theatre it's break a leg, now you have just jinxed me."

He blushed. "Sorry, break a leg. I also thought we could fly back home together. I could drop you off at Quinn's when we get back..."

Rachel was hesitant but nodded her head.

"Showtime!" The director yelled.

With that Rachel slipped out of her dressing room door and toward the stage, leaving Finn alone.