A/N: So yeah, I'm not dead. I've been busy lately, but I guess I just didn't have the motivation to write this. Every once in a while I would check the emails to see that I have new followers and favourites and I guess that's kinda the reason I'm writing this now. It's humbling to know that even though I haven't been updating anything, people are still enjoying my stories. I mean seriously, you guys are awesome. Anyway, enough of this sentimental stuff, onto the story.

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As Rachel walked through the door to her apartment, she found boxes opened everywhere and things all over the floor. She heard a loud bang from her room, as though something had fallen from a great height.

She quickly jogged over to her room to see both Quinn and Brook on a heap on the floor. There were two boxes knocked over next to them and clothes were all over the floorboards.

"Oh my God! What happened?" Rachel asked, grabbing one of Quinn's hands and pulling her to her feet.

"Well, I tripped, and Brook has a very slow reaction time." Quinn bent down and started pushing the clothes back into the boxes.

"Thanks for the hand." Brook mumbled as she got back to her feet. "Well if you hadn't of fallen over nothing there wouldn't have been a problem. This is what I get for helping you I guess." Brook started to help Quinn.

"You guys need to hurry up and get everything out of the way. The beds are going to be here in a couple of minutes and I would suggest that we will find the whole experience easier if we don't have so many boxes in the way." Rachel stood watching as the last of the clothes were piled into the boxes. Quinn pushed them both against the wall and kicked the sleeping bags across to join them.

"Happy?" Quinn asked.

"More so than I was before, yes, but we should move the boxes out of the front doorway too. The people said that they would only take them to our floor; we still have to get them inside and to the respective rooms."

"What is the point of that? Why can't they push them an extra foot so that they are inside?" Brook asked bitterly.

"Hey, I had to argue with them to get them to bring them up here at all. The only reason they said they would is because I told them that the elevator would be able to hold them." Quinn pecked her on the lips as she made her way back to the front door.

"Thanks Rach. I would ask if you bought a good looking bed for us, but I know that your interior style is much better than your fashion sense so I'm not too worried." Brook laughed at Quinn's little jab.

"If you want that bed to be used for anything other than sleeping I suggest that you avoid insulting my clothing." Rachel warned as she followed them back out the door. She looked at the two big boxes and then motioned for Quinn and Brook to hurry up.

"What? Do you expect us to do this without your help?" Brook asked.

"Well I did help the men get it up here. You two should be able to get it inside easy enough without my assistance. But if you insist I do everything." She watched as Quinn rolled her eyes.

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Half an hour, they had constructed beds in both of the bedrooms. Rachel decided she wanted to go for a walk to get a mind map of the area, Quinn decided to join her, and Brook remained in the apartment to unpack.

"Making beds is easier than I thought." Quinn stated as she walked beside Rachel down the street.

"That's because I read the instructions. You were going to do it wrong." Rachel pointed out as they passed the drug store Brook must have gone to earlier in the morning.

"You keep saying that but I think I was just taking an alternate route to the same result. There's more than one way to do lots of things Rachel, and by the book is only one of those ways."

"When constructing something that already has the parts and is being made out of a box there is only one way to do it. Everything has its place and that's where it needs to go. You were putting things in the wrong places and backwards." Rachel said with her hands on her hips.

"That's strange, because when I'm doing something that involves a bed, I usually put things in the right places." A shiver went down Rachel's spine as Quinn whispered in her ear.

"Not the time or the place Quinn." Rachel warned.

"No, you're right. The time was just after we finished making the bed and the place was in our bedroom. But someone wanted to go for a walk." Quinn muttered.

"So are you saying that it was counterproductive of me to suggest having some semblance of where we actually are and where we can get things? Before I came to New York in the first place I had three copies of a highlighted map of all the places that I might have found useful. I didn't see the opportunity to do that this time so now we don't know where anything is." Rachel asked indignantly.

"It was counterproductive in a sense, yes."

"And what sense might that be?"

"We haven't really had any alone time in ages." Quinn exclaimed.

"And do you really think that just after we finished constructing our bed in an apartment that we share with someone else would be the ideal time to be intimate?"

"As long as she couldn't see I don't have a problem with it." Rachel smacked Quinn on the arm. "What? It's not like she isn't going to already know that we're having sex. Who cares if it's immediately after we've made the bed or not?"

"I care; I don't want her to think that we have no self control."

"I don't really know how much I have left. I was going to take you out tonight but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to keep my hands off you and that would ruin the date." As soon as Rachel heard the phrase 'take you out', she stopped walking.

"We're going out tonight?" Rachel asked bashfully in a small voice. She didn't know why she got like this when Quinn was talking about things like taking her out on dates, but it happened unequivocally.

"Maybe. We'll just have to wait and see, wont we?" Quinn said mysteriously, as she continued walking.

"That's not fair; you have to tell me everything now."

"No I don't, it would ruin the surprise. If I can't surprise you, what's the point in planning a date by myself at all?"

"Is it because you love me?"

"Maybe..." Quinn bashfully looked anywhere but her girlfriend. She smiled widely when Rachel kissed her on the cheek.

"I love you too. Now, how about we go buy a muffin from that bakery and look around the park I saw when I was out looking for beds. It seemed like a good place to go and relax."

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"Never have I seen so many people just sitting around doing nothing." Quinn marvelled as they slowly followed the dirt path around the small park. There were trees lined all around the edge of the park, blocking out most of the obnoxious noises of cars and trucks that were surrounding them. Although the park was small, Quinn liked it. It seemed like a nice place to unwind and get some fresh air.

"Did you even look around the cafeteria at lunch in school? At least some of these people are being somewhat constructive. Look, that man over there underneath that tree is doing work on a laptop. That woman there is reading. At school, nobody ever did anything."

Quinn just shrugged; Rachel didn't understand that some people liked to do nothing sometimes. The diva's attitude was to go, go, go and always do something that would benefit her. Quinn on the other hand liked to slow down every once in a while and relax. She was quickly discovering how much she missed taking time out to do nothing as she was always working lately.

She was okay with that though, anything to make Rachel happy. Quinn also felt like she was building character by working hard. She only had Rachel to take care of her now, and she wasn't going to be a dead weight to anyone. Putting in the hard yards now meant she learning how to cope with the bad, so when everything started to turn good she would be able to enjoy it more, knowing she had done something to earn it.

"I heard about a role for an off-Broadway show. It's not much, and it's only a couple of shows, but I was thinking about auditioning." Rachel seemed as though she was deliberately not meeting Quinn's eyes.

"Do you want to do it?" Quinn asked.

"Do you want me to do it?"

"It's up to you. You do what you want to or think you should do to get where you want to go. I'll support you no matter what."

"I know that, which is why I want your opinion before I give you mine. How about this, whatever you say will not change whether I go for it or not. I will only consider my own feelings on the subject alone." Quinn contemplated Rachel's offer.

"Okay, well keeping in mind that I know nothing about this production, I think that you should do it. I mean, if nothing else, you'll get some experience out of it. Now, what do you think?" Quinn asked, eager to hear if her girlfriend wanted to give it a go.

"I think I want to. Not only will I get some experience, but a bit of money. Not much, only a couple hundred for however many shows, but it is still paid acting. That's if I get it of course."

"When do the auditions start?" Quinn asked, seeing that Rachel wanted to do it more than she was letting on.

"Next week. You'll come with me for it, wont you?"

"Always."

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A/N: As much as I would like to say that this chapter is going to spark me updating frequently again, I can't promise anything. I hope to, maybe once every couple weeks, but I can't confirm anything.