I haven't written fanfiction in a while. The idea for this story popped into my head a few weeks ago, though. Unfortunately for Faberry, the rest of the chapters won't be nearly as happy as this one; and Rachel's fan will be appearing more and more each chapter. I'd love to hear what you think, so please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, unfortunately.
Rachel's day hadn't started off on the greatest of notes. Somehow, a fan had gotten their hands on her home phone number, and left several messages on the answering machine. This sort of thing had happened before, so she wasn't exactly surprised. But, there was something different about these messages. His tone of voice was so threatening, that it sent shivers down her spine.
The messages didn't even say anything that she hadn't heard from hundreds of fans since she announced she would be taking an indefinite hiatus from performing. It was just the usual I miss you Rachel Berry. I need to hear you voice. When are you coming back? Why did you leave me? Sort of thing. Rachel had immediately deleted the messages, knowing they would really freak Quinn out. She had a feeling she would be giving her wife extremely disappointing news later on, and the messages would only add to the stress.
Now, she found herself nervously pacing in the master bedroom she shared with her wife. She was far too anxious to remain in the bathroom for the five minutes it took for the test to be completed. She did her best to put the many breathing exercises she had learned over the years as a performer to good use. But, they were doing nothing to calm her nerves. How could anyone expect her to be calm at moment like this, anyway? Her entire life could possibly change in the next couple of minutes.
She refused to get her hopes up, though. After the last two attempts failed, she didn't want to set herself up for that kind of disappoint again. Rachel decided to make good use of the remaining three minutes and 42 seconds, and mentally prepared herself to walk back into the master bath, and see one pink line. Just like she had last month, and the month before that.
As she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, Quinn's disappointed face flashed through her mind. It broke Rachel's heart when she saw the way Quinn's face had fallen after seeing the results of the previous two tests. Which was why Rachel decided to take the test while Quinn was at work this time. She thought her wife would be spared of some of the disappointment if she didn't actually have to see the test.
Rachel couldn't help but feel like her body had let her and Quinn down the previous two times; and she had a feeling it was going to let them down again. When she went out to the store earlier that morning, she almost didn't even bother purchasing a test; she felt like she already knew what the result was going to be. But, after a horrible vision of her ending up on an episode of I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant flashed through her mind, she immediately made her way towards the Family Planning aisle.
Glancing up at the clock, Rachel realized in a little over a minute she was either going to be devastated or she would be receiving the best news of her life. She fully expected the former, but desperately hoped for the latter. She wanted to start a family with Quinn more than she had ever wanted anything. Her desire for this was even stronger than her desire to become a star was back in high school. They both wanted this; they both needed this to be positive.
Getting pregnant had been the sole reason Rachel chose not to renew her contract with the Broadway revival of West Side Story. She had been cast to play the role of Maria two years ago, just a few months after her and Quinn's overly extravagant wedding. Maria was one of the roles she always dreamt of playing; and those two years had been some of the best years of her life. She even received two Best Leading Actress in a Musical Tonys for her performance. But, she knew it was time to move on. She was twenty-six after all, which meant she was year behind on having children, according to her thirty year plan.
A high-pitched ding, coming from the timer she set in the bathroom, pulled Rachel out of her thoughts, and she took a deep breath as she slowly made her way into the bathroom.
Rachel's heart was pounding and she was struggling to breathe. But, she willed herself to inhale and exhale,only because she didn't want to pass out and have Quinn come home to a negative pregnancy test and an unconscious wife.
By the time she managed to build up enough courage to pick up the test and look at the result, her eyes were clouded with premature tears of disappointment, and her hands were shaking so terribly that she wasn't able to properly make out what the result was. She suddenly regretted doing this without Quinn. She desperately wished her wife had been there to hold her hand, and whisper soothing words in her ear; like she had done the previous two times.
Once she was able to take a few deep breaths and managed to compose herself, Rachel glanced back down at the test. It took her brain a few seconds to process the fact that she wasn't staring down at just one pink line, but two.
"Oh my God," she whispered as the unnecessary and premature tears of disappointment from a few minutes earlier were replaced with tears of complete and utter joy.
Rachel fumbled around the sink to find the blue pregnancy test box, knocking over several bottles of lotion, soap, and Quinn's toothbrush. She made a mental note to replace the last item before they brushed their teeth for bed. Rachel wanted to be certain that she was reading the results correctly. After reading and re-reading the box about a dozen times, Rachel was finally confident that she had indeed read it correctly.
"I'm pregnant," she said to herself in the mirror.
She brought her hand down to her toned lower abdomen; unable to believe that there was actually a life growing inside of her. A child. Her child. Quinn's child.
Rachel frowned when she thought of Quinn, and how disappointed she was going to be that she missed such a big event. Rachel decided she couldn't just blab the news to Quinn. She had to do something special. She just had to figure out a way to suppress the urge she had to run out into the street scream the news to the world.
After leaving the bathroom, Rachel placed the pregnancy test, as well as the box, into her nightstand drawer. She smiled brightly when she realized she had just started what would eventually become her child's keepsake room. Which would most likely be very similar to the Rachel Berry shrine her father's had of her in their basement. Once the box and test were safely tucked away (Rachel knew Quinn had a tendency to not see the sentimental value in certain items, such as a pregnancy test box, would likely throw it away) Rachel dialed up her assistant to put her plan to surprise Quinn in motion.
By the time Quinn arrived home from work, Rachel was about to explode from having to keep the news to herself all day. Busying herself with Quinn's surprise, and several back up plans in case Quinn didn't catch on, had helped some. But, now Rachel was so excited to share the news with her wife, that she practically bounced across the room into Quinn's arms.
Quinn laughed softly. "Hey, Rach, seems like you've had a good day."
Rachel pulled away, and gave her wife a quick kiss on the cheek. "Oh, you have no idea how amazing this day has been."
Quinn smiled. "Well, I'm glad one of us had a good day. We had a huge luncheon today, it was awful."
Quinn was referring to the catering company she recently started with Santana and Brittany. Quinn and Santana majored in culinary arts in college; Brittany didn't quite make it to college, but you can't have Santana without Brittany, so she was automatically in.
"Don't worry. You're day is going to get so much better." Rachel beamed and pulled a candy bar out of her pocket. "Can I interest you in a Baby Ruth bar, Quinn?"
"Have you been eating those today? Is that why you're so wound up?" Quinn narrowed her eyes at Rachel. "I don't think those are vegan."
Rachel sighed, she didn't expect Quinn to catch on so early in the game. "Never mind the chocolate, Quinn. Look, I bought you some flowers. White Lilies with some Baby's Breath."
"You're so sweet." Quinn pulled Rachel close to her and softly kissed her on the temple. "Hey, wait. Aren't these like...funeral flowers?"
"What? Quinn! No! Well, actually, yes, Lilies are often used at funerals. But, they are also associated with motherhood."
Quinn nodded. "Well, thank you Rach, they're beautiful."
Rachel did her best to not become frustrated with her wife's obliviousness. Doing one of her signature storm outs would most likely confuse Quinn even more, and have a negative impact on the situation.
"I've also started dinner. Can you check on what I've got in the oven?"
"Rachel, the oven isn't even on. I guess that's better than the time you almost caught the apartment on fire," Quinn said as she walked into the kitchen, with Rachel close on her heels. "What are you trying to cook?"
"Look and see." Rachel was practically shaking with excitement when Quinn bent down and opened the oven.
Confusion settled on Quinn's brows. "A bun?"
"Yes, Quinn. I have a bun in the oven."
Quinn stared blankly at Rachel for a few seconds. "Why? This is like a hamburger bun. You don't even like these."
"Because, Quinn, this is what we've been waiting for." Rachel hoped something would finally click in her wife's oblivious brain, but she wasn't so lucky. "I have a bun in the oven," she repeated slowly.
"Oh, Rach, are you talking about last week when I said I wanted crescent rolls? Although, I still don't understand why you only put one in, unless you aren't hungry."
Rachel finally enough. "For goodness sakes, Quinn! At the moment your perception skills are equal to Finn Hudson's, possibly lower."
"Rachel...I...are you feeling sick or something? You're not really acting like yourself."
Rachel took a deep breath. Clearly, trying to get Quinn to figure it out on her own wasn't going to work. She turned and stood so she was in front of Quinn, and took on of her wife's hands into her own.
"Rach, you're shaking. Is everything okay?" Quinn's eyes were full of concern as she stared down at Rachel and wiped a stray tear off of her cheek. "You're scaring me."
"Don't be scared; everything is perfect. I have another surprise for you. But, it's going to take this one a little while to get here."
Rachel lifted the bottom of her t-shirt up, and guided Quinn's hand to lower abdomen. "Surprise, Mommy," she whispered while she studied Quinn's face for a reaction.
Quinn's eyes widened. "You're...oh my God! Rachel! We're having a baby?"
Rachel nodded. "I took the test while you were at work. I didn't want you to have to go through the disappoint again. But, it was positive. We're having a baby."
"I love you so much, Rachel."
"I love you too, Quinn."