"Good morning, ladies."

Rachel rolled over, shielding her eyes from the sun, as the two figures came into focus.

"Sleep well?"

Rachel shot up. "Dad. Daddy, I- you see- what happened-"

Quinn groaned. "Can you shut the blinds?"

"Of course." Hiram said, with a smile. He pulled open the curtains, and put up the blinds, so the full ray of the sun poured in. "Is that better?"

Quinn sat up, and went wide-eyed. "Mr. Berry… and… Mr. Berry. Hello. I, um…"

"Yes, hello." Leroy gave a wave. "Lovely to meet you."

"Yes, sir. It's- it's great to- uh," Quinn rubbed the back of her head, nervously. "Meet you, too."

"Dad, we didn't-"

"Don't." Leroy said. "We made breakfast, and it would just be wonderful if you could come and join us, Quinn."

"I actually think I should be going home-"

"Nonsense, Quinn, dear." Hiram said. "We have a lot to talk about. Come down when you're ready. Tooda-loo!"

Once they shut the door, Rachel threw the blankets off her legs, and jumped up. "I'm dead. We're dead. We're dead. I'm dead. You're dead. We're dead- together, we're dead."

"I'm jumping out the window."

"Okay, maybe it's not that bad- they didn't seem that upset, they'll probably just talk about boundaries and all that. Right? Quinn?"

Rachel turned to see Quinn halfway out the window.


"What? I'm not staying for this."

"You can't just leave. They already saw you, and if you run away, you'll only make things worse."

"This is so embarrassing." Quinn said, frustrated.

"Yes, but don't worry. They're probably only mad because they think something happened between us, but all we have to do is assure them that no such thing went down-"

"I'm not going to tell your dads I didn't have sex with you!"

"I'll do it, then. Quinn, it really isn't all that bad. We have nothing to be ashamed of."

"I can make a rope out of your blankets and slide down, safely…"

"Quinn, seriously."

"I am so serious right now. I know how to tie a really good knot." Quinn said, sliding back into her room. "I'm not going down there and I'm not going to just sit beside you while you explain that we didn't do anything last night. It's awkward and weird and I'd rather just go home and sleep some more."

"You already came out to your mom, Quinn. That was the hardest part."

"I thought that was the hardest part, but apparently getting caught in bed with you by your dads is worse."

"You're overreacting."

"Oh God, I really don't want to argue with you right now."

"You're right. We're all we have right now. We shouldn't turn on each other." Rachel said, thinking. "Okay, so here's the plan. I'll explain that we did not have adult relations last night, and you say that you would never think of doing something like that under their roof because it's disrespectful."

"How about I say that we didn't do anything, and that we will never do anything here because we don't want to die?"


"I don't want to lie to your parents."

"Wait- so, last night you-"

"It crossed my mind a couple of times- I mean, honestly, how could it not- but that's not the point right now." Quinn dismissed. "I'll apologize profusely and look really scared. Will they buy that?"

"Probably not."

"Ladies! We're waiting." Hiram called, in a sing song voice.

"Deep breaths, deep breaths." Rachel looked at her. "Deep breaths, Quinn."

It was awkward. Worst than Quinn had imagined it, and she had imagined it pretty damn awkward.

They only listened to the sound of the silverware against each other, and chewing. Quinn darted her eyes to each of the Berry's, and whenever they landed on Rachel she stared a little longer. Rachel could only stare back.

"So, Quinn, what colleges have you been looking into?"

Rachel looked at her dad. "Dad! You can't just ask someone that."

"Why not? I'm not asking her if she defiled you in your bedroom, am I? Now, that would be rude." Leroy responded.

Quinn gulped down whatever food that was in her mouth. "Um, I- we didn't-"

"We didn't do anything last night, dad." Rachel said. "Quinn came over to tell me the wonderful news that…" Rachel looked at Quinn, urging her to continue.

"That…" Quinn said, looking at them. "I told my mother about Rachel and I."

Hiram nodded, eyes closed. "That's great, Quinn. We know how hard coming out is." Hiram paused. "So, you're serious about dating our daughter, then?"

"Very serious." Quinn said.

"Good to hear." Leroy said. "We've heard so much about you." He nodded. "So, about college?"

"Lots of people decide not to go to college, considering certain events that have occurred in their lifetime." Rachel said. "There's nothing wrong with not going to college."

"Are you telling me Quinn isn't going to college? Because that would be quite disappointing." Hiram said.

"A girl of your intellect should be headed right for Stanford." Leroy said.

"Yeah, actually, I have applied. To colleges, I mean." Quinn said.

Rachel looked at her. "Oh?"

"I've made up everything I missed," Quinn explained. "And I've written my entrance essays."

"Where did you apply?"

"Quite a few- Stanford, included. I even tried to NYADA." Quinn said, quietly. "But I'm not much of- well, I don't think that'll be a good place for me."

"Top choice?"


"Hm. Very nice." Hiram smiled.


"Well, you're all checked out, then." Hiram said, standing up. "You're going to a prestigious school-"

"Why Yale?" Leroy asked.

"I want to get into acting. I've liked it- and I mean, maybe even making movies, writing them… you know? That's always interested me."

"Check." Hiram continued. "You didn't have sex with our daughter when you very well could have, and we appreciate that."

"Very much so."


"Double check. And you, despite your shortcomings, individually, and with each other, have grown into a very impressive young woman." Hiram said. "And your relationship has seen all sides of the spectrum. We're happy for you two."

"Thank you, Mr. Berry."

"It's Hiram. We're all adults here." He smiled. "Also, I'm glad you're dating Rachel, after all we've had to hear about you over the years. Girl knew every single thing about you, and you weren't even friends."

"Stalker-ish." Leroy said, covering his mouth from the side.

"Dads! Geez, can't you- why are you so embarrassing?"

Quinn allowed herself to laugh a little. "That's okay, Mr. Berry. I… might have known a little more about Rachel as well, despite not being her friend."

"It seems like it was a match made in heaven, then." Hiram said. "If you do get accepted to the schools of your choice, I hope you know long distance relationships aren't easy."

"But I think you crazy kids will be alright." Leroy smiled. "You're welcome to stay for the rest of the day, Quinn, if your mother allows it. We normally watch our recorded episodes of 'Dancing with the Stars' and 'The Voice' since we miss them when they air."

"I'm not really- uh, okay, sure."

"Actually, dads, I think it would be best if Quinn and I retired to my room and watched a couple of movies or something."

"No 'or something'." Leroy said. "Keep your door open."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Yes, dad."

Friday came faster than expected. The days just flew by as graduation day grew closer and closer.

But before that, of course, was prom. Rachel would normally be obsessing over it, (and she thought Quinn would be, too) but they were both too busy being content to worry about that.

Quinn frequented Rachel's house, helping her fathers cook dinner every day, and watched almost every movie in Rachel's DVD collection without a complaint. Even Funny Girl. Three times. Rachel loved every second of it, but in true Rachel Berry fashion, she worried at first.

"Are you sure everything is okay at home?" She had asked.

Quinn shrugged. "Yeah. I just want to spend time with you." And Rachel couldn't help but smile and smile until her cheeks were sore.

Their week had been stress free, for the most part, but tonight was the night Quinn was supposed to take care of Beth on her own. Puck had to stay late cleaning someone's pool because he had showed up there late. Quinn didn't want to be alone with Beth, however, for fear that she wouldn't know what to do if something went wrong, so she invited Rachel, if only for moral support. Quinn had only seen her twice before, but she had never been alone. Rachel could tell she was nervous.

Shelby had no clue about their relationship, and they had agreed not to tell her until they were ready.

Well, until Rachel was ready. Quinn had told her mother, already. She was sure she could tell the world, at this point.

"Quinn…" Shelby answered the door. "And Rachel?"

"I hope you don't mind, but I figured I might need a little help." Quinn said, stepping inside.

"Shelby." Rachel said with a smile, following Quinn.

"No, I don't mind at all." Shelby said, nodding. "Well, Beth's asleep right now, but she should be waking up any minute now. You two have fun. I'm already late." Shelby said, gathering her keys and coat, and rushing out the door.

Quinn closed the door behind her, and turned to face Rachel who was staring into Beth's playpen. Quinn walked over to them.

"She… looks like you."

"I heard that's known to happen when someone has a baby."

"You're a jerk." Rachel looked up at Quinn.

"Hey. Language. There's a little girl right here."

Beth stirred and slowly woke.

"Did I wake her? I didn't mean to."

"It's fine." Quinn said, picking Beth up. "Hey, sleepyhead. This is Rachel." She turned so Beth could face her.

Rachel gave a smile and a small wave, as Beth buried her face in her mother's neck.

"She's beautiful, Quinn."

"Don't I know it."

Beth rubbed her eyes and looked from girl to girl.

"What do you want to do?" Quinn asked, though Rachel wasn't sure if the question was aimed at her.

"Maybe we could put on a movie for her. Beauty and the Beast?"

"What if the Beast scares her or something?"

"He won't." Rachel said. "I promise."

"Seriously, though, what is with you and this movie?" Quinn asked, following Rachel to the living room. "You're like, obsessed, or something."

"I am not."

"… right, Quinn? Quinn? Quinn!"


"Were you listening to me?"

Rachel had her legs up on the couch, while Quinn's arm was around her. They had watched almost all of Beauty and the Beast, and Rachel was telling her about the moral and philosophical undertones of the movie.

"Alright, I'm going to go ahead and say that most of the time I have no idea what you're talking about because I'm too busy thinking about kissing you."

"Oh. Well, then." Rachel slid closer to her. "In that case, I think it's safe to tell you that I, too, constantly think about kissing you."

"Hm. I see. We seem to have a lot in common."

"It certainly appears so."


Quinn looked down at Beth, who was tugging on her jeans. "Yes, pretty lady?"


Quinn smiled, and whisked Beth up, which caused her to giggle. Once Beth settled into Quinn's arms she directed her attention to Rachel.

"Rachel!" She pointed.

Rachel laughed. "Yes. That's me!"

"Momma!" Beth pointed to Quinn.

Quinn nodded. "That's right."

"Friends?" Beth asked.

"Yes. Best friends." Rachel said.

Beth clapped her hands, excitedly, laughing. At what, neither of the girls knew, but they laughed along right with her.

"Is Rachel your friend, Beth?" Quinn asked.

Beth's smile immediately disappeared, and she put her finger on her lip, as if she was deep in thought.

"This is what I like to call 'Beth's philosophical mode'." Quinn said.

Rachel smiled.

"Rachel make Momma smile a lot, and me smile a lot, so yes! Rachel my friend too! Rachel!"

Quinn laughed again, noticing how much Beth liked to say Rachel's name. It was the only name she knew besides 'Dora'. Everybody else was momma or mommy or daddy or 'girl' or 'boy'. Quinn liked to think if Beth took enough time to remember you name, she had to like you.

"Am I your friend?" Beth asked.

"Of course!" Rachel said. "You're, like, the coolest friend I have. Ever,"

"Cooler than daddy?" Beth asked.

"Way cooler than daddy."

Beth was amazed. "Cooler than momma?" She whispered, and covered her mouth from her side so Quinn couldn't see. Quinn rolled her eyes, affectionately.

"Between you and me," Rachel leaned closer. "Yes."

"Yay!" Beth exclaimed. "Rachel say I'm cooler than you!"

"That was a secret!" Rachel exclaimed.

Quinn laughed. "You'll learn soon that Beth isn't the best at keeping secrets." Quinn said. "For example…"

Quinn leaned in to whisper something into Beth's ear. Beth went slightly wide-eyed then giggled.

"Momma loves you Rachel!"

Rachel smiled. "Oh yeah?"

"Yes! Momma say that she loves you with all her heart, but not to tell you because it's a secret!"

"If it's a secret, why did you tell me?"

"Because it's not a good secret. It's love! Love isn't a secret!"

"You're a very, very smart girl, Beth."

"I know!" Beth squirmed out of Quinn's grasp. "Momma, can I show Rachel Molly?"

"Of course." Quinn let her down.

"Who's Molly?"

"Her favorite doll." Quinn shrugged.

"Also, before she comes back…" Rachel tipped her head towards Quinn and placed a soft kiss to her lips. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being adorable."

"Oh, in that case," Quinn pressed her lips to Rachel once, twice and then a third time. "Thank you."

"Look, look! Molly" Beth said running into the living room, and falling flat on her face.

"Oh my- are you okay?" Rachel asked.

Both Rachel and Quinn shot up, and rushed to her. Beth was too busy laughing to see their concern.

"I fall a lot." She said, still laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world.

"Yes, yes you do." Quinn shook her head. "You need to be more careful, okay?"

"Okay! Look, Rachel! Molly!"

Rachel pulled the blanket over Quinn and Beth, right as Shelby opened the front door.

"All tuckered out, huh?" Shelby whispered.

Rachel nodded, following Shelby into the kitchen.

"Sorry I ran a little late." She continued. "Did you guys have a good time? I hope Beth wasn't too much of a hassle. She's a good girl, but she can get a little adventurous."

"Yes, we know." Rachel said. "She climbed the bookcase. Twice."

"She finally got to the top?" Shelby paused. "Well, you have to admire her determination." She smiled.

"Other than that, she's an angel. There weren't any problems."

"Good to know." Shelby said.

"Shelby, could you sit?" Rachel asked. "There's something I'd like to discuss with you."

Shelby seemed apprehensive, but did just as Rachel said.

"I feel as if it's my responsibility to tell you, seeing as you're my mother," Rachel made her way around to stand on the opposite side of the table. She took a deep breath. "Quinn and I are-"

"Okay, stop." Shelby said.

Rachel blinked, confused.

"I have a pretty good idea what you're about to say, and I assure you, you don't have to say it."


"Coming out is ridiculous when you think about it." Shelby stood up. "The fact that you have to announce who it is you love; it doesn't make sense, does it?"

"No, but it's necessary. If you want people to know-"

"Rachel, if there's anything I've learned in my lifetime is that not everything has to be everybody's business. I'm not saying you have to keep it a secret- no, but the same way you would find out one of your male friends has a girlfriend should be the same way someone finds out you're in a relationship with Quinn. It shouldn't be made into a spectacle. You shouldn't have to work up courage to tell me that you're in love with her. It should be simple."

"You're… you're right, but that's not how our world works."

"Then make it work that way." Shelby smiled. "Anyways, it's getting pretty late you two should head home. Also," Shelby walked to Rachel. "I'm happy for you- both of you."

Rachel counted this the fourth time Shelby had ever hugged her. Of course she kept a mental list of people and how many hugs they had given her. Hugs were fantastic, she thought.

"This is all going to be very confusing to explain when Beth gets older, isn't it?" Shelby chuckled.

Quinn wasn't asleep, but Rachel could tell she was seconds away from being. Lima was completely empty at this time of night, something, Rachel was sure Quinn was familiar with.

Rachel didn't like thinking about all the things Quinn must've gotten up to with the skanks. It made her feel like she hadn't done enough to keep Quinn happy. Everyone knew the only reason Quinn turned into skank-Quinn was because she was unhappy. That was no secret.

What was a secret was whether or not she was truly happy this way. Rachel couldn't figure it out. Sometimes, it looked like she liked the freedom of not having to be 'perfect', but here she was joining the cheerios again, and about to dye her hair back to blonde.

Quinn was very confusing, Rachel thought.

"Stop thinking, I can hear it from here." Quinn said. She was slumped in the front, and of course, wearing her seatbelt, but looked rather uncomfortable because of it. She couldn't not wear her seatbelt, though, even though there were no other cars around and she was only two blocks from her house. She wouldn't hear the end of it from Rachel.

"Sorry." Rachel smiled. "Do you want to stay over tonight?"

"And have a repeat of Monday? No thanks."

"That wasn't so bad, though."

"Maybe not." Quinn yawned. "But my house is closer, and the faster I get to a bed, the better."

"Fine." Rachel pouted. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Nothing. Why? Wanna do something?"

"Maybe." Rachel thought for a moment. "Have you thought about prom?"

Quinn sat up. "Wow, I totally forgot about prom."

"Really? You? You forgot about prom?"

"You're not dating Finn, I forgot about prom, Santana's not being an asshole; What kind of bizarro world are we living in?"

"Things have been pretty insane." Rachel muttered.

"Here's my stop."

Rachel pulled the car over in front of the house, instead of going down the driveway for fear of making too much noise and waking Ms. Fabray, if she was even asleep.

Quinn exited the car first, and Rachel hurriedly followed after.

"So," Quinn said, stretching. "Goodnight, I guess."

"Yes, goodnight."

Quinn walked a few feet, before coming to a stop. She turned on her heel, and marched right back to Rachel.


Quinn got down on one knee.

"Oh- I- are you going to ask me to marry you?"

"What? God no." Quinn shook her head, quickly. She looked up at her. "Would... would you have said yes?"


"I'll keep that in mind." Quinn smirked, and took Rachel's hand. "Rachel Barbra Berry, would you like to go to prom with me?"

Rachel excitedly did a little jump and squeal.

"Is that a yes or-"

"Of course it is, silly!"

"Oh my God, Quinn, are you proposing to her!?"

They both looked over to see Ms. Fabray standing in the doorway, hands covering her mouth. "Let me- let me get the camera!" She rushed back inside.

Quinn shot up. "No, mom! I wasn't- Mom! Come back!"

"We need to get our dresses soon- prom is only a few days away! What color should we wear? I was thinking I could wear a light pink, and you could wear blue? Unless you didn't want to repeat last year's prom, which I would completely understand. Maybe you should wear purple? Purple would look lovely on you-"

Quinn just stood on her lawn, palm to her face, waiting for her mom to come back outside with the camera.

These were going to be a long couple of weeks.