Forever
Rachel knew she had made a mistake somewhere along the way. She just didn't know where. But as she stood in the doorway to Quinn's home with tears rolling down her face, she realized for the first time how badly she had messed up.
So this idea has been bothering me for a while and I finally found time to write it and post it. I know I have other things to be doing but this won't leave me alone. I do not own Glee or any of the characters or...blah blah blah...*insert disclaimer here*. Sorry if it's hard to follow but this is just the beginning. Enjoy!
Rachel knew she had made a mistake somewhere along the way. She just didn't know where. But as she stood in the doorway to Quinn's home with tears rolling down her face, she realized for the first time how badly she had messed up.
She had driven to the blonde's home all the way from New York alone. Even without stopping, it was a lot of time to think. And all she could think about was why she would let her girl be so far away for so long. And why it had taken her so long to make a move with everything in New York going the way they were. She was finally ready to accept her back into her life. Everything could be perfect.
Once she got back to town, she followed the directions she had printed out just in case there was a problem with the GPS in her rental car. She was so thankful she had printed them because of course GPS wasn't the most reliable in small towns in the middle of nowhere like Lima. It took her awhile but she finally pulled her car to a stop in front of a decent sized house in the suburbs. It wasn't exactly where anyone would have pictured Quinn before everything happened five years ago.
She didn't even know if she was in the right place. She hadn't heard from Quinn except for the yearly Christmas card. The only reassurance she had was the envelope with a return label matching the address of the tiny home she was parked in front of. The house was to be expected from someone who was a typical lower-middle class American. It was traditional, probably 2 or three small bedrooms and a bathroom or two. Rachel found herself imagining the inside of the home down to the tiny details as she made her way through the small front yard along the stone pathway.
She had barely been able to work up the courage to walk up to the door. But here she was, right under the porch light as her hands shook nervously by her sides. She held her breath hoping that the girl in the picture was waiting for her on the other side of the door.
She didn't realize until the door swung open that she had even knocked.
"Can I help you?" the woman who answered the door asked. Her hair had grown out to her shoulders but it was still the same blonde in had been in high school.
"Quinn-"Rachel began but trailed off, overwhelmed by the fact she was finally seeing to woman she hadn't stopped thinking about in five years.
"Rachel? What are you doing here?" Quinn finally said when she recognized the brunette standing on her front porch.
"I...I wanted to..." Rachel answered quietly as she peered into the house at the toys laying in the front room.
"Look now's not really a good time. We're trying to get her to go to bed," Quinn sighed. Understanding the look of sadness in her friend's eyes, she continued, "Can you come back in the morning-before the party and we can tell her after everyone leaves?"
"Yeah sure," Rachel replied dejectedly. She should've known better than to come tonight.
"Mama! Mama!" a young girl's voice squealed as the sound of bare feet hitting the hard wood floors came closer to the door. Neither woman had time to prepare for the bouncing little girl before she made her appearance.
"Up! Up!" she laughed with a snaggle-tooth smile as she tried to jump into Quinn's arms.
"You know I'm not supposed to pick you up right now. Besides, you're a big girl. And big girls don't need their moms to hold them," Quinn replied, looking down at the little girl and putting her hands on her hips.
"Sorry Mama," the girl answered, then leaning in and putting her hand on Quinn's belly added, "Sorry Baby."
"Sweetie, I thought you were asleep," Quinn smiled at the smaller brunette as she bent down to her eye level.
"I'm too excited to sleep! When I wake up, I'll be five! That's a whole hand, Mama!" she giggled as she held up a hand at her mother.
"I know. But if you want to be awake for your party, you need to go to sleep," Quinn urged gently pushing her toward the door.
"Come on Olivia. We don't have time to play this game tonight," a familiar male voice called agitatedly from somewhere deeper in the house.
"Go on with Daddy, Livy. I'll be up in a few minutes to tuck you in," Quinn bargained before the little girl turned to go inside, without once looking at Rachel.
That didn't mean Rachel hadn't noticed Olivia. She couldn't help it when the tears started rolling down her face. She had really messed up.
"So you're pregnant?" Rachel asked, brushing the topic she would much rather address under the rug.
"Yeah. Olivia's really excited about being a big sister but I don't know how I feel about it. It was kinda an accident," Quinn answered without thinking that her words might hurt Rachel.
"Shit, Rachel I'm so sorry. I didn't mean...it's just...she's..." Quinn tried to explain but was at a loss for words.
"It's ok. I understand. She calls you Mama. You guys are her parents now. You're all she knows," Rachel sighed accepting the obvious.
"She knows...kinda. She asks why she doesn't look like me," Quinn offered, hoping it might help her friend.
"Yeah..." Rachel responded as if she weren't really there.
"You're still coming tomorrow right? We agreed when you left that we would tell her when she was five," Quinn begged as she reached out for Rachel's hand.
"Of course," Rachel said sadly before she turned and headed to her car, ignoring Quinn's calls.
"She likes to sing," Quinn yelled in attempt to gain the attention of Rachel.
"Really?" the brunette questioned stopping but not turning around.
"All the time. She won't shut up. She surpassed the kids sing-a-longs and is learning some of your favorites. Right now she's obsessed with 'Don't Rain on My Parade'. But it will probably change in a few weeks," Quinn rambled on about Olivia until she realized Rachel had zoned out again.
"I'll see you tomorrow Quinn," Rachel replied when Quinn slowed down. She turned back gave a small, half-hearted smile and hurried to her car. Her mind was whirling with new ideas for gifts for the little girl to replace the lame Barbie Doll on the backseat.
Ok obviously Quinn has a boyfriend/husband/fiancé/male in her life. There's no guarantee that will last but any preference of who that is? It's not too terribly important to the story but it should be someone she at least knows in the show.