Title: Unconditional Love (Father to Daughter)
Word Count: 500
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Don't sue, please.
Characters: Rachel, Quinn, Rachel's dad
Rating: G
Spoilers: If you've seen the latest episode you should be fine. Just speculation as to what could happen.
Summary: He's never been so proud of her before.
Author's Note: Something new and different. No pairing.
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He'd never been so proud before. Never.
Not when he watched her first dance competition, seeing her spin, step, pause and spin again. Watching her with her head held high, smile so big.
Not the first concert she gave in their living room at the ripe age of three. She had a voice bigger and more brilliant than such a tiny body should be able to contain.
Or when he took her to her first day of kindergarten, where she hugged him and told him that it would be okay. That she would be waiting for him at 11 o'clock.
He's never told her, but one day, when she was seven, he looked through the window of her classroom to see her helping two other classmates with their math work, counting out little red and green blocks and putting them into groups. His heart had filled that day.
The day his baby started high school, joined Glee Club. The day she brought home her first high school report card and it had all A's. The day she came home and asked him oh-so-casually if he could please take her to the store to buy some tampons for the first time.
Not all the days she came home with a smile on her face and a happy story about school, even when she was wearing the second outfit she always kept hidden in her bag.
His little girl didn't really have any secrets from him. He'd been in the audience at the McKinley High Glee Invitational. He'd seen first-hand how his little girl had looked at that boy she'd sung to. He'd heard her mention a special boy in Glee named Finn, and it didn't take much to put the two things together.
He'd also seen that same boy kissing another girl after that concert.
The girl who was currently sitting at his kitchen table, in his house, after tormenting his daughter for years.
"Daddy," his little girl began, "can Quinn stay here?"
Yes, he'd heard all about the notorious Quinn. Knew that she was a Cheerio and the bane of his daughter's existence. He knew they'd been at odds for years.
And yet, there his Rachel stood, one hand on Quinn's shoulder, looking him straight in the eye, asking politely for a favour.
The blonde sat holding lightly at a stomach that was only in the beginning stages of expanding. He guessed that she was about four months along. Her unusual green eyes appeared watery and red, not filled with malice. This was the girl that had teased and put-down his daughter time and time again, but Rachel was willing to put that, and the boy, aside.
"She's got nowhere else. Please?"
He can't do anything but nod his head.
"The guest room is yours for as long as you need it." He reached out to help her stand from the chair, before looking back to his daughter.
He'd never been prouder of her heart than he was at that moment.
