Love and Dreams-Faberry

Chapter Twenty

Quinn was still completely blown away by the glitz of the hotel room they would be staying in for the next week. She knew the room would be costing her girlfriend a small fortune but she knew that Rachel had her mind made up about the four of them staying close for Santana's sake and she couldn't be talked out of something once she had her mind made up.

She and Rachel would be staying in the upstairs portion of the suite so the terrace was adjacent to their bedroom and she had to admit she was looking forward to seeing the city she loved so much lit up at night from 22 floors up.

She watched as Santana stood up from the couch, mumbling something about a headache and moved towards the bedroom. Brittany was up an instant later, trailing behind her to make sure she was okay. She hadn't seen Rachel for a while so she decided to investigate.

She ascended the steps and as she got closer to the bedroom she heard water running and Rachel humming, bringing a smile to her face. Quinn stepped into the bedroom and she closed the door and headed for the bathroom, leaning against the doorway as she watched Rachel lighting candles and adding bubbles to the bathtub. There was a bottle of wine at the foot of the tub so she decided to make herself useful and pour two glasses.

Rachel almost felt Quinn's presence before she caught sight of the blonde girl who owned her heart. She knew her absence would cause Quinn to come looking for her so she wanted to have a little surprise waiting for her when she did.

Rachel approached Quinn and took both wine glasses from her hands. She set them gingerly on the edge of the tub and she wrapped her arms around the blonde and kissed her slowly. Her hands began slowly removing Quinn's shirt, only relinquishing the blonde's lips to pull it up over her head.

They undressed each other slowly and slid into the tub, both sighing as they settled into the hot water, Quinn behind Rachel.

"This was a genius idea," Quinn whispered before pressing a kiss to the damp skin on Rachel's shoulder.

The diva smiled and nodded, snuggling deeper into her girlfriend's embrace. "You don't mind staying in a hotel for a few days do you? I realize I never really ran my idea by any of you. I just sort of acted."

"Honestly I could care less where I am as long as you're with me," Quinn replied softly, raising one hand to run the pads of her fingers down Rachel's arm. "And I meant the bath, not the hotel."

Rachel nodded absently. "Today was really scary," she admitted suddenly. "If I had known it would end like that I never would have encouraged Santana to confront him."

"None of us would have, Rach," Quinn told her softly, kissing her neck and squeezing her gently. "I think Santana felt like she needed to stand up to him though. It was an important step for her to regain some of who she used to be."

"I understand that," Rachel agreed. "I just wish she could regain her former self without getting beat up."

"Me too," Quinn said with a sigh. She decided to change the subject to a happier matter. "So have you told your dads about the engagement yet?"

Rachel shook her head. "Not yet."

Quinn fought the urge to give into the hurt she felt at her girlfriend's answer. "Why not?"

Rachel caught the inflection in the blonde's voice and she turned to face her, frowning at the hurt she caught in Quinn's eyes. "Quinn, they'll be here in a few weeks for Christmukkah. I wanted us to both tell them together. In person."

Quinn nodded, some of her hurt seeping away. "Okay."

Rachel suddenly grinned. "I promise it's not because I'm hesitant to tell them. They'll be thrilled for us."