“Rachel?” Quinn Fabray called to their silent apartment. “I’m home.”
Receiving no response, the blonde figured that her girlfriend wasn’t home yet. Even with Quinn’s busy schedule at NYU, she still always seemed to beat the brunette home. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, since it gave her an extra half hour to work on homework without a gorgeous distraction wandering around the apartment being well…adorable.
Yawning, the blonde wandered into the kitchen to search the fridge for food. Homework could wait until she was properly fed and could actually pay attention to the assignment. A healthy diet is vital to a proper education, Rachel had quoted at her one afternoon after she’d found the blonde munching on Cheetos for breakfast. Admittedly Quinn didn’t think Cheetos were a good breakfast option either, but she’d been running extremely late that morning.
After rummaging through the refrigerator and finding only a can of Coke, a half empty carton of soy milk, some mayo, and a moldy piece of cheese hiding behind said milk, she gave up. It was starting to look like another night for takeout. Since keeping the apartment stocked with actual food wasn’t a strong point for either of them. Luckily there were several restaurants nearby that had vegan dinner entrees. Taking a swig of the fizzy beverage, Quinn skimmed the phonebook absentmindedly. Maybe Italian tonight?
“Hey Quinn,” Rachel said softly suddenly materializing in the kitchen doorway.
“Fuck!” Quinn spluttered spewing the Coke. “I…I didn’t know you were home.”
The petite diva smiled deviously as her girlfriend choked on carbonation. “I came home early.”
“To surprise you.”
“Surprise me?” Quinn echoed dumbly.
“Don’t tell me you forgot what today is,” Rachel chuckled hooking her thumbs in her low-cut jeans. “Well, tomorrow technically, but nonetheless.”
Jeans, Quinn noted. Rachel was wearing jeans, a tight fitting pair of Quinn’s jeans to be specific, and a simple black tank top. Not to mention the smoldering look she was flashing Quinn. Oh sweet Jesus have mercy. How exactly was she supposed to remember anything?
“It’s your birthday tomorrow, Quinn.”
The words took a moment to process, but slowly they sank in. Her birthday was tomorrow. Right, because Santana and Brittany were planning a surprise party, which wasn’t really a surprise anymore thanks to Rachel. Though Quinn had diligently been practicing her surprised face for the past week so Brittany wouldn’t be disappointed.
“The gang gets you tomorrow, but tonight, I get you all to myself,” Rachel smirked sashaying over to Quinn.
Slipping her arms around Quinn’s neck, she leaned up and nipped at the blonde’s earlobe. Instantly Quinn felt her knees begin to buckle. Rachel was her kryptonite. Anything the petite brunette wanted, Quinn was powerless to deny her.
“I have a surprise for you,” the diva whispered softly. “An earlier birthday present if you will.”
“Oh?” Quinn mumbled wrapping her arms around Rachel. “Do tell.”
“I think I’d rather show you,” Rachel said flashing that megawatt smile before she caught Quinn’s mouth with her own.
As Rachel tangled her fingers in Quinn’s hair, her tongue teased along her bottom lip begging for entrance. Letting her hands dip to the hem of Rachel’s tank top, Quinn quickly granted it. In one fluid motion, she tugged the tank top up over Rachel’s head, their lips disconnected for only the briefest moment. Rachel pulled away again, only to pepper Quinn’s jaw with fierce kisses. Fingers shaking slightly, Quinn fumbled with the button Rachel’s jeans. Rachel nipped at her neck as she finally popped it loose and slid the zipper free.
“Naughty girl,” Rachel purred grabbing Quinn’s hands and stilling them.
Quinn whined softly extending her fingers as far as possible. Rachel merely shook her head and took a step back, though not before Quinn had discovered that Rach wasn’t wearing panties.
“Fuck,” she whimpered as Rachel moved back towards their bedroom.
“Come here baby,” Rachel whispered huskily crooking her finger at the blonde.
Quinn stood transfixed as Rachel tugged at the open fly of her jeans revealing soft, bare skin and something sparkling in the light. Glitter? Cocking her head to the side in curiousity, she trailed after her girlfriend eyes focused on the teasing shimmer of gold that was obscured by those jeans.
“Come and find out,” Rachel beckoned waltzing into the bedroom.
And she didn’t need to ask twice.