Disclaimer: I don't own GLEE. or the characters, just borrowing unfortunately... No infringement intended.
A\U - I was never much of a britanna\Faberry fan. Now Quintana - that's something I can ship. First Glee fic, so... hope you enjoy this, and I'm always happy to read reviews :) Probably gonna stay a T rating, but who knows... might change in later chapters
"What happened to - no u-haul?" Quinn was half way between a smile and a frown, holding a small suitcase in the three former glee member's apartment when Santana opened the door.
"Relax barbie, I didn't call you up here for that" Santana answered with just a little bit of venom.
"What's the emergency?" The blonde's tired voice replied as she entered the apartment and set herself on the couch, followed by the Latina, who promptly pulled out a pregnancy test and handed it to Quinn.
"You're kidding right? I know you're not an idiot..." Quinn rolled her eyes at what she thought was just a excuse to get her all the way to New York
"It isn't mine" Santana cut her off. "Well then who's is it?" came yet another tired reply.
"I don't know. last time I checked little 'Whem' still had his manly parts, so I'm guessing this baby's gonna have a hellova shnoz..." She replied sardonically
"Rachel's..." Quinn couldn't get the words out of her mouth.
"Look, I'm sorry to drag you all the way up here. But you're really the only person she might actually talk to about this ..." the raspy voice softened.
"no. no. you're right. Did she say anything?" the blonde wondered
"not a word. But you know, it's Yantel, if she can't sing about it..."
"So no idea if this is gonna be 'Breath' or 'papa don't preach'...?" Quinn had managed to say just before the sound of keys dangling in the front door lock entered her ears.
"Quinn? what are you doing here?" The petit arms of one Rachel Berry flew in the air and swung themselves tightly around Quinn's arms. She didn't realize quite how much she needed her there at that moment until she actually saw her. Her voice sounding more like a squeal and a soft smile on her lips. Santana took the embrace as her cue to leave. She stood up and was about to start her way to her room when the blonde's answer forced her to stay for at least a few more seconds. "Santana thought you might need me".
Rachel saw the knowing look in both hazel and brown eyes and couldn't reply.
"I'm gonna leave you two alone." She said grabbing the suitcase off the floor and taking it with her to the small room she has been calling her own.
It took hours for Rachel to finally relax, though she still didn't know what she was going to do. No option seemed reasonable. Keeping the baby would destroy he career, would desroy her dreams. Every last one of them. She couldn't be an actor at her age, just beginning, and take care of a baby. Having an abortion after everything she knew her own parents went through to have a child of their own seemed too selfish, not to mention the fact that she herself was an unwanted child, if her own mother would have decided to have an abortion when she was exactly where Rachel was right now... well... She wouldn't be alive. And giving a child away, that was just too much. She had seen what Quinn went through, seen what her mother went through. How could she do it? How could she do it and survive the devastation to her heart? And there was those 9 months of pregnancy she would still have to go through without stopping her career...
Quinn was a good friend, an exhausted good friend. perhaps it was that exhaustion that kept her from passing judgment at Rachel's reasoning, or perhaps it was her own understanding of how incredibly devastating this decision is. She regretted her decision every day. Beth was safe. In a loving home, with a loving mother, but it hurt every day. Still. Even now. There were even days, when she had wished she had never had her. Wished she had decided to get a abortion, just to spare herself the pain of seeing her child, and not being able to mother it. She was ashamed of those days, and she always felt guilty even after a just fleeting thought of that sort went through her. So today, there was no judgment from her part, just a quite listening, accepting and understanding. And well... A fair amount of pain.
When Rachel was finally too tired to talk, even too tired to sing, Quinn reassured her she didn't have to make a decision right this instant. She was going to stay the weekend. The blond asked her just one thing - not to rush into anything. They parted with a hug next to Santana's room, after the brunette said that deep inside the latina seemed to be all heart and caring. She thanked Quinn for coming over, apologized for the fact she had to stay in Santana's room, to which the blond instantly replied that it was no trouble at all. And finally they parted ways - Rachel to her own room to pretend to be asleep by the time Broady arrives, and Quinn to the room her suitcase was already dragged into - Santana's.
TBC