A/N: Thanks to all you guys who reviewed & set alerts & favorites for The Kitty Bandit. Keep an eye out because I will be adding one more chapter to that. I thought the story was over but my imagination won't let me rest until I get a little of Puck's reaction to becoming a father to be & losing Mercedes for good.
I'm kind of on a Quinncedes kick at the moment, so I hope you enjoy this as well.
I'm also very much into gender bending, i.e. girl!peen & man!gina, and a friend of mine asked me to write a story without that. So, BlissfulCloud, this one's for you hon.
I've gotten a few inquiries about The Reign Chronicles, for those of you still following I will be continuing it. Someone had commented that T.R.C. was like a crossover within a crossover within a crossover & my reasoning for that is simple, I very much enjoy crossover stories, but most authors only use two maybe three fandoms at most. I like the idea of having many different worlds coming together, thus was born, The Reign Chronicles. Anyhoo, I had a hard drive crash and lost a very long chapter that I feel can't be left out or rewritten because it covered so many story arcs & set some pretty cool things in motion. Luckily for me there is a great company called Gillware that can get all my info off the drive so once that happens I will be continuing the story.
This is AU & some characters (mainly Quinn) are OOC. This Quinn is gritty & curses…A LOT
Disclaimer: I own only the story itself. Glee belongs to R.I.B.

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Chapter 1 - Homecoming

Quinn's P.O.V.

It's hot as balls right now. I'm trying my best to stay asleep, but I'm starting to sweat bullets so I roll over onto my back and stare at the ceiling. Why the hell I let Puck talk me into coming back here, I have no damn idea. The trip was originally planned for just him and San and then the fuckhead guilted me into coming too.

Since I left two years ago I haven't been back to Lima, back to this house, back to this room, back to this hot as a fuck bed. Urgh, I toss my sheet off in frustration, because for two years, I haven't really had to think about her. I don't listen to the radio much nor do I watch a lot of TV, it's enough to see glimpses of her on billboards in the city. But tonight, there's a very real possibility that I'm going to see her and I really don't feel like getting the evil glare or getting cussed out.

And to top it all off there's a power outage and there's no telling when it'll be fixed. Stupid fucking Lima and stupid fucking Puck. He's lucky we're damn near family or he'd be getting his dick ripped off. I mean its Pride Weekend in New York! What self respecting lesbian leaves New York on Pride Weekend? I could've been at a beach party scoping out the honies in bikinis at Chelsea Piers or I could've been at Henrietta Hudson's judging a wet t-shirt contest, but no, I had to agree to come back to Lima Loser Town.

Yeah I missed my mom, who finally tossed my dad's sorry ass out and by some twist of fate is now "friends" with Puck's mom. I mean really who the hell do they think they're fooling anyway. Puck's bi, but he's been with Sam since our junior year of high school. Mom adopted San, against my dad's wishes, after some fuckhead criminal looking for revenge blew up her house with her parents in it when we were sophomores in high school, which while sad really wasn't that big of a change because San already had her own room here anyway. But I digress, the point I'm trying to make is you can't hide the fact that you're now dating a woman when three of the children connected to said relationship are also in the gay community. It's impossible. We're still undecided about Puck's little sister, she's always on about some idiot boy but she totally has lesbian tendencies and I don't care what anybody says, she wants in San's panties.

I glance at my cell to check the time. It's around one in the afternoon. San's probably across the hall still in bed staring at the ceiling too. She's got it easy though, she and Rachel at least parted on amicable terms. While we and our exes ended up in New York, we barely saw each other. Well, San barely sees Rachel. I never see Mercedes. When New Directions won Nationals our senior year both Rachel and Mercedes were offered record deals by a scout associated with Jay-Z's record company. Not wanting to compete with each other in the business they decided to form a group together. Between their music career and school, they insisted on getting degrees in their chosen fields, there wasn't much room for anything else.

San wasn't exactly happy about the break up with Rachel, but she understood. This was Rachel's dream and she didn't want to stand in the way of that. They'd actually kept in contact with each other so there was still some semblance of something there, they might as well have stayed together. There were rare opportunities for them to spend time together and they took those moments as they came. The media had pegged Santana as Rachel Berry's Mystery Woman, because they kept what they had very low key. Even though technically they weren't together, Santana didn't date anyone else and neither did Rachel. And then there was me and my baby. Hmm, I guess I really can't call her that anymore. Puck had a party at his place after graduation, which was a week after Mercedes told me that she wanted to try to keep our relationship going. I was all for that, I loved … love my brown sugar. But a couple of days after she gave me that whole spiel, I overheard her talking to Sam. I didn't mean to be eavesdropping, it just happened. She told him that she was having second thoughts about staying with me. She and Rachel would be traveling a lot and there would be long periods of time where we wouldn't see each other. She didn't think she could trust me.

I mean, yeah, I had a reputation as a heart breaker before her and I got together, but those days were long behind me and I had never cheated on her, even though jealous ass bitches always tried to get her to believe I did. She was the only one I wanted. To hear that she didn't trust me broke my heart in fucking two. So at Puck's party, I threw caution to the wind and said fuck it. I ignored her the whole time, got drunk off my ass, and got caught in Puck's mom's room with my hand inside some Cheerio. Luckily Rachel and Santana got the poor girl, whose name I don't even remember, out of the room before Mercedes could do any serious damage to her. Then it was just me and her. I didn't even give her a chance to talk. I told her I overheard what she said to Sam and figured she was right. We break up now and she doesn't have to stress over me cheating on her while she's concentrating on school and her career. I pretended not to see the tears forming or the hurt in her eyes. I started to walk away and she tried to stop me. I told her to save it and pulled away from her. I haven't seen or talked to her since that night.

I woke up the next morning in Puck's attic with two chicks that I think were in Vocal Adrenaline. I got home around noon and damn near crawled to my room. Of course I got no rest because San was on my ass the second my head hit the pillow. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me because my pillow smelled a little too much like my ex. San told me she'd come back from the party last night with Rachel and Mercedes. Mercedes had stayed in my room and fallen asleep in my bed waiting for me to come home. Well that explained the smell; I'd missed her by about fifteen minutes. San gave me a letter that she'd left for me, but I never read it. It's still in my nightstand drawer, or at least I think it is, Mom may have tossed it out by now. I miss her so much sometimes. I even thought about asking Rachel for her number, but, I figured she'd moved on by now. If I was in her shoes I definitely wouldn't wait around for me.

San's definitely up. Sounds like phone sex with Rachel. Figures, I swear she does that shit on purpose sometimes just to mess with me. She's told me more than a few times to fix my shit with Mercedes, but she doesn't get it. Our relationship is over, there's nothing to fix. And of course I have to stop my lamenting because San's walking into my room, smelling like sex, without even so much as a courtesy knock.

"You two disgust me," I say to her.

"Whatev hermana, you're just jealous," she replies.

"Doubt it." I really couldn't think of anything clever to come back with because I knew she was right.

"Come on, we need to get ready. Another couple of hours and the power will be fixed."

"How do you know that?"

"Duh, Tina's papi works for AEP, she just texted me. Now get your ass up."

"I don't feel good."

"Bullshit. You're just scared to face Mercedes. Did you ever even read the letter?"

"What would be the point? We're over and I'm not scared to face her I'm just not into glee family bonding time anymore."

"Again, bullshit. You loved glee as much as I did and you still do. Look, I'm not blind Q. Whenever you see one of her billboards or see her on a magazine cover you get the same love struck puppy dog look in your eyes that you've had ever since you two hooked up. I see you fighting with yourself every time you see Rachel. I know you want to ask about her, but you don't. She, on the other hand, isn't such an asshat when she sees me. She misses you too you know."

"Santana I swear to goodness my ears are about to start bleeding…" I really don't want to continue this conversation but San cuts me off before I can continue interrupting her.

"I don't care whether you want to hear this or not perra. You want me to believe that you're over her but I find it funny that every time I turn around you're fucking some chick that looks like her carbon copy. How about you woman the fuck up and go get the real thing. Now seriously, get your ass up we need to be at Breadstix by sixish."

"It's only one o'clock, we have time."

"Guess again, its two o'clock and…"

Damn it the fucking power just came back on.

"Well, guess Tina's dad got the boys in gear faster than expected. Good. Now as I was saying, get your lily white ass up out of that damn bed. We got shit to do."

Finally she leaves me alone to my thoughts. FUCK! I really don't want to be here right now. I turn on my side and stare at my nightstand. Before I really know it I'm reaching into the drawer and finding the letter Mercedes left for me. I tear open the envelope, but I can't read it. It should be such a small thing but it's too much for me to process right now, especially after what San just told me. The honest reality is I'm scared this letter is going to say she never wants to see me again. I've been thinking it in my head these past couple of years, but if this letter confirms it? I don't know. San could just be trying to push me into talking to her. Our break up was ultimately my fault and … urgh stupid fucking Puck. I really don't want to think about it anymore so I put the letter back down and close the drawer.

"Hmmm."

"Q?"

"Hmmm."

"Quinn?"

"Whaa."

"LUCY QUINN FABRAY WAKE THE FUCK UP NOW!"

I'm pulled roughly out of my sleep by Santana lifting up my mattress and depositing me on to the floor.

"Shit, what the fuck S?"

"What the fuck my ass, its fucking four o'clock bitch. Get a fucking move on."

She yells at me then leaves the room. She's barefoot and only wearing jeans and a bra. That lets me know I have at least another three hours before she's really ready to go. She still has to do her hair, makeup, and find a suitably skimpy shirt to wear. I obviously fell asleep again but I didn't think that much time had gone by. I glance at my cell phone and sure enough, it's now four fifteen. I get up and walk into my bathroom figuring I could easily kill another hour maybe hour and a half in the shower. If I frustrate her enough maybe she'll just leave without me.

"QUINN!"

Fuck, I knew it was too good to be true. I thought I'd heard her leaving but no such luck.

"Don't think I won't break this damn door down and drag your ass outside naked, you know I fucking will. Stop testing me bitch, let's go!"

I hear a loud bang on the door, I'm guessing she kicked or punched it, and then I hear her stomping away back to her room. I shut the shower off and get out because as much as I'm trying to stall, what seems like the inevitable, I know I need to find some clothes because I'm not fucking with Santana like that. When she gets in her moods the bitch is fucking crazy and she really will drag my ass outside naked.

I feel like I'm about to suffocate, it's fucking hot and loud as hell in this house. I step out onto Puck's back porch and try to calm my nerves. The air is cool, much cooler than it is in Puck's over crowded house. This was supposed to be a New Directions get together, but I'm glad it ended up being a full-fledged party. It made it easier for me to avoid her.

I'm feeling the need for a smoke so I pull out a Black & Mild and light it up as I take a seat on the porch steps. I wish I had something stronger to smoke, but thems the breaks. I can tell my face is flush red from all the shots I've taken. My wife beater is sticking to me because I'm sweaty as hell from all the dancing I've been doing. I had to keep myself occupied. I honestly didn't want to be here.

I stalled all damn day hoping Santana would get fed up and leave without me, but she wasn't having it. She totally didn't buy the "I'll meet you there later" line I tried to give her. She was on the phone with Rachel and Puck the whole time I was trying to stall. New Directions was being served dessert at Breadstix when Santana decided she'd had enough. She literally dragged me down the stairs, threw me out of the house, and tossed me into her car. We sped all the way to the restaurant where Rachel, of course, met San in the parking lot with a basket of breadsticks. Those two are so fucking cute sometimes they make me gag.

I stayed sitting in the car for a minute wondering if anybody would notice me walking out of the parking lot. I jumped out of my thoughts when I heard knocking on the window. I should've known Santana would send Brittany to come get me. She hugged me as I expected she would, and then slugged me square in the jaw, not expected. As I was sitting flat on my ass rubbing my jaw Britt proceeds to tell me about my horrible behavior and chews me out for staying away from everybody but San and Puck and blah blah blah. I blocked most of it out, especially once she started talking about Mercedes. I really wasn't trying to hear that noise. Britt walked me inside with her hand wrapped around my arm so I wouldn't leave. Puck met us at the host stand with that smug ass smirk on his face. I still can't believe I let him talk me into coming here.

"You alright there Q?" he asked.

"Fuck you Noah." I used his first name so he knew how bad a mood I was in. I pulled away from Britt and walked over to the bar.

"The table's over here Q." I heard Puck say. But I really didn't give a shit.

I glanced over to the group, whose eyes were on me, and nodded before sitting down next to some random brunette and ordering a drink. I chatted the girl up while everybody finished their dessert. I was very aware of the many pairs of eyes that kept glancing at me. I talked to the brunette for about a half hour and only took my eyes off of her when she walked in. I couldn't help but notice. She's always captivated me like that. All those billboards and magazine covers that she's on do her no justice at all. She's so damn beautiful, even more so now than the last time I saw her. I've always found her alluring, but now? Now she looked like sex on legs and damn it if watching her hips switch as she walked across the restaurant didn't leave me sitting in a fucking pool. That damn woman is so my kryptonite. As soon as I saw her head turning towards me I set my eyes back on the brunette.

Not too long after that I saw everybody was getting up to leave. I foolishly thought I could just stay at the bar talking to the lovely brunette, whose name is Valerie, but I was wrong. Mercedes was the last one out the door, five then ten minutes went by and I thought I was home free. Next thing I know Santana's ranting, extremely loudly I might add, in Spanish and ninja fucking Brittany comes out of nowhere and man-handles me all the way out the damn door. I mean seriously is it toss Quinn Fabray around day or something, if it is somebody needs to be fired because I didn't get the fucking memo.

So after about twenty minutes of both of them in my grill yelling at me, we get to Puck's. Of course word's gotten out that Lima's hometown stars are back in town so there's already a ton of people in the house and the music is blaring. When I walked in Mercedes caught my eye for a second and it seemed like she was going to come talk to me so I busied myself with getting a drink from the kitchen and talking to some of my old classmates that weren't in New Directions, because they were all fast getting on my nerves. I swear every time I turned around one of them was whispering in my ear about talking to Mercedes. I ignored them all and drowned out the sound of their voices with shots and girls in skimpy clothes grinding on me on the dance floor. Puck's mom's house was pretty big so I had plenty of places to get lost in the sea of people. Even with all that though, it seemed like every room I walked into she was there. Casually talking and smiling and laughing and why the fuck does she have to be so damn sexy.

Around midnight I got fed up with everything and that's how I found myself sitting on the back porch. I really needed the quiet. There were at least three girls that I could easily go home with tonight. Oddly enough I really just wanted to be as drunk as possible so I could shut everything, including my mind, the hell up. If I left now no one would notice. I hadn't even seen any of my old glee club in about an hour. But then again now that I'm thinking about it, Brittany's probably lurking in the shadows somewhere. It'd be just my luck that I'd get a block or two away and she'd jump from behind a tree and drag me back here. Today's been much more of an emotional drain than I wanted it to be; now that I'm sitting still I'm starting to feel the fatigue in my body. I lean my head against the railing and wonder how long I'd go unbothered if I just closed my eyes for a bit.

And of course as soon as that thought is over I hear the door open and the loud music is screaming in my ears for a few seconds before I hear the door close and the music is pleasantly muffled again. I hear footsteps and I'm guessing its Brittany because San's probably somewhere inside Rachel by now and I could probably say the same for Puck and Sam. I feel cold plastic on my shoulder. Britt always was a sweetheart. I reach my hand up without turning around to grab the bottled water, but when I go to pull it from Britt's hand she holds on to it. I sigh loudly because I'm sure I know what she wants, and I don't want to talk.

"Britt I'm tired, can we please not do this right now." I say in as whiny a voice I can muster, because as tough as Brittany's been on me today, I know if I pout she'll leave me alone.

Or at least I thought she would because she still hasn't relinquished her hold on the bottle. I start to turn my head to give her my best puppy eyes, but I halt my actions when my eyes see the hand that's holding the bottle. Definitely not Brittany. A house full of fucking people to get lost in, but she still manages to find me. She let's go of the bottle then and moves to sit down across from me on the steps. She's wearing hip hugger boot cut jeans and a spaghetti strap tank top. I barely stop the groan that forms in my throat; her curves are torturing me right now. I divert my eyes before she catches me checking her out and take a swig of the water she'd brought me. I really have no idea what to say right now, so I stay quiet. My Black's gone out so I pull out my lighter and relight it. After I've taken a few puffs I very awkwardly tell her thanks for the water.

"I thought you were going to quit that," she says.

"Old habits die hard," I reply as I shrug my shoulders.

Why the hell can't my brain form sentences right now? All I know is I'm uncomfortable as hell, my head's starting to throb, I'm sticky, and I want to fucking go home. Maybe if I go into full bitch mode she'll get pissed and leave me to my own devices.

"Have you been stalking me all night?" I finally look at her and glare, hoping she'll leave.

"Have you been running from me all night?" she replies with just as much venom and I turn away diverting my eyes again.

I should've known that wouldn't work. One of the many things I love about her is the fact that she always calls me on my bullshit.

"There isn't anything for me to run from," I begin, "if you're gonna yell at me, or whatever you came out here for, can you get it over with so I can go home and be miserable by myself." I hear her sigh before she replies to me.

"Why would I be yelling at you? That's not what I came out here for."

"Then what's your reasoning Mercedes?" I ask as I turn to look at her again. There's a small, sad smile on her face. Her eyes look slightly misted, but we have all been drinking so it could just be the alcohol.

"I waited for you," she says. The tone of her voice makes my chest tighten and all of a sudden the air around me is too thick to properly breathe.

"I waited for you to come home the night we broke up, but you didn't. I've waited for you to call me … every day since then, but you haven't. San said you never even read my letter. Why?"

Her voice has quieted down to just above a whisper. I couldn't look at her anymore. I turned my head and took a swig of my water. She waited for me. She was still waiting for me. I'm so fucking stupid.

"I think I've screwed up enough, I'm sure you'll have no problem finding someone better than me. Regardless of whatever the issue was, I cheated on you and you didn't deserve that. I'm sorry."

I take one last hit of my Black before tossing the tip into the grass in front of me. I feel like I want to cry and I really don't want her to see that. I stand, leaving the bottle sitting on the steps and start to walk away. If I'm lucky my face will stay dry during my walk home. But before I even take my second step her hand closes around my wrist. I don't turn around I just try to pull away.

"No Quinn." I hear her say as she struggles with me.

"Mercedes," I say her name pleadingly as I pull my hand harder.

She moves closer to me and hooks the fingers of her free hand through one of my belt loops, effectively spinning me around and bringing her oh so deliciously large breasts flush against my chest and damn my fucking libido I'm not supposed to be thinking about sex right now. I keep my eyes closed because I can't bear to see the hurt I've caused her.

"I am not … letting you … walk away from me again." I hear her say.

I try to swallow past the lump in my throat when I hear her voice crack and slowly open my eyes. The tears that are now falling freely down my cheeks match the tears coming out of her eyes. I put those tears there. And I hate myself for it. Before I know what I'm doing my free hand is wiping her tears away and caressing her cheek. She turns into my touch then reaches up and kisses my forehead. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer, and she connects our foreheads as her arms circle around my neck.

Talking isn't necessary right now. The language of touch between us was always something we excelled at. When all else failed, a simple touch from either of us to the other never did. More words would come later, but right now, the quiet and her touch is all I need to let me know that maybe I haven't completely lost her. And I'm hoping that she can feel how very much in love with her I am and how sorry I am for being such an ass. Her hands are threading through my hair and her fingertips are gently massaging my scalp when we hear the back door open. She giggles softly when she hears me groan. I can't help it; some idiot's interrupting our moment.

"There you are, Shauna, Marissa I found her." I hear the obviously drunk girl calling to whoever the hell Shauna and Marissa are. Wait, I didn't actually tell any of those girls I was going home with them did I?

Santana's P.O.V.

No matter how many times I hear it, I will never get tired of the way Rachel moans my name when she cums. It's like music to my ears. I would have preferred that we were in my bed right now, but Q's still on her bullshit and Rach didn't want to leave Mercedes. So we're in the second floor bathroom and I so just gave my woman an awesome orgasm. I'm kind of rushing the clean up though, I don't know why but something feels off. I pull her pants back up her legs as I stand.

I give her a few moments to buckle up and then I lean in and kiss her. Her lips are one of my favorite parts of her body. It's what I think kissing a cloud would be like and yeah I know that sounds sappy but it's whatever. I love my estrella and I will never make any qualms about showing her how much. Damn it there's that feeling again. I pull away from her and strain my ears to see if I can hear anything outside of normal party noises.

"What's wrong baby?" Rachel asks me.

"I feel a disturbance in the force." She laughs at me, because yeah it's a nerdy thing to say, but so the fuck what, that's how I roll.

"You're such a closet geek. Seriously, you're making me worry, what's wrong?"

I don't get the chance to answer her because my phone starts ringing. I know its Britt because Irene Cara's "What A Feeling" is echoing in the bathroom.

"What up B?" I can barely hear her with the background noise.

"I'm not sure but I need you out back. Quinn and Mercedes were finally talking but some loud girl and her friends are interrupting their time."

"On our way."

I hang up the phone and let Rach know what's going on as we walk through the house. I'm not really worried about their safety. I know Q and 'Cedes can handle themselves. It's kind of a weird thing with them. Rach and I were hot in high school, shit we still are now, but Quinn and Mercedes were like the It couple that everybody wanted to be like. And if they couldn't be like them, they wanted to destroy them. My girls got into more than a few fist fights defending each other's honor and then that bullshit happened at Puck's party after graduation and they lost their way. No fucking way is shit going down like that again if I can help it. My only real concern is the fact that Mercedes is a superstar now and the last thing she needs is for a video to show up on YouTube of her kicking some drunk bitch's ass, even if the ass whooping is deserved.

To be continued…