AN: Hey there! For those of you who have been following my other stories, this will be different from those. Because when this plotbunny jumped up, this had to be written. It's already finished. Daily updates, hell yes.

This is the beginning. The short prologue, just a teaser, really. After this, the chapters will be, I guess around 2000 words.

Please read, please review? I would really, really, reaaally love that :)

Spoilers: 1x04, Preggers. Further on mostly AU.

Summary: Quinn gives birth to twins, and is a couple with Rachel. When they split up, Rachel leaves for New York with one of the 2 girls, and Quinn stays in Lima with the other, both having decided not to tell the girls about their sister. But when the girls meet again over a decade later during Summer Camp, the plan blows up in their faces.

I don't follow the exact story of the Parent Trap. Just the idea itself.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, I don't own the Parent Trap, I don't own anything I may refer to.


The Parent Trap

Flashback

October 2012

"So, this is it then? You're just gonna give up?"

"Quinn, you know better than that. I'm not a quitter. We have tried, but unfortunately failed to salvage the remains of our relationship. Can you please at the very least pretend like you believe that this hurts me as much as it hurts you?"

"I doubt it," Quinn replied icily. "But I'll try. When are you leaving for New York?"
"As soon as possible," Rachel replied, tears coming to deep brown eyes. And Quinn knew that, despite what she'd said, Rachel was hurting too. She wanted to chase her dream of becoming a star, but some parts of their life were too hard for her to abandon.

"I still want to be a part of their lives. So much. Please?"
They were Susanne and Allison, the 2-year old twins fast asleep in the next room, that Quinn gave birth to after a tumultuous teenage pregnancy.

"I love them too, you know," Rachel added.

"I know. But I don't roll that way. I like clean breaks."
"I can't just move on and never see either again! I know that I have no right, lawfully, since I don't have an actual genetic claim on either of them, but that doesn't mean that--"
"You're more than a father to them, Rachel. You're as much their mother as I am, genes or no genes," Quinn quickly cut in.

"You can't cut me off from them. Please. I'm begging you."

Quinn bit her lip, and thought. What would King Salomon do? Biblical stories had always been examples for her how to try to live her life, even after she was kicked out of the house and family that she got it from.

When 2 mothers came to claim one child, King Salomon had said to cut it in half, share equally. Then the real mother stepped up and said that the other woman could have him, to spare her son. That was how he knew who the real mother was. But Rachel was really just as much their mom as Quinn was, loving them just as much, so it really was just cutting them in half then. Only...

These were twins. They could be cut without killing either. Splitting them up equally.

In a quiet voice, she said:
"Take one."

Rachel's eyes grew wide.

"I can't. You're their mother!"
"You want to, and you're their mother too."
"Can we just split them up? They're twins!"
"We shouldn't tell them about the other. And how will they ever find out? It would work."
"It's insane."
"It would work! Agree, before I change my mind and you lose them both forever," Quinn snarled.

"Okay! How do we decide who takes which?"
"We'll let them decide."
"How? They're two, Quinn."

"I know how old my daughters are. But when they wake up, we put them down and let them come to us. Who crawls to you, gets the New York life. Who crawls to me, remains here."
"Are you sure about this?" Rachel asked softly.

Quinn nodded stubbornly.

When Susanne crawled towards Rachel and Allison towards Quinn, it was decided. Neither woman knew that the next day, the both of them took their kid to city hall to have a new middle name registered. Neither girl knew that they would be separated from each other. None of the four could have imagined, how this would come back and bite them in the ass.