Quinn sighs as she looks she hears two voices shouting in the background. Finn Hudson and Rachel Hudson are in front of her shouting angrily at each other about the name of their child.
"We shouldn't have named her Allison in the first place!"
"It was your stupid idea!"
"Oh! So now you're calling me stupid?!"
The blonde rubs her temples tiredly to get rid of the forming headache because seriously? These two have been going back and forth for some time now and after two sessions, they're still going nowhere.
It was a Saturday and normal people would be out at Central Park reading a book or is somewhere nursing a hangover from last night while Quinn has to stay in her office six times a week.
Her eyes drifted towards Mrs. Rachel Barbara Hudson who's wearing a white dress and her hair is tied up in a loose ponytail. She's 28 years old, who's been a Broadway performer for more than five years already before taking a break from the stage to take care of her kids: Charles Joseph Hudson who's 3 and Allison Rose Hudson who's only 5 months old.
Finn Hudson, her husband and highschool sweetheart wearing a black buttoned up shirt and the same colored pants. He's 28 years old, owns five shops in some parts of Ohio ever since he took over the family business. He has been giving suspicions about his wife cheating on him before and has accused Rachel that the father of their youngest is from her co-star, Jesse St. James.
"Okay! Just stop, please," the two looks at her wide eyed like they forgot she's there all this time. Quinn folds her hands on top of the table and clears her throat before smiling at the couple, "how about the both of you shouldn't come here at exactly the same time and at the same day."
Rachel looks at her bewildered while Finn looks confused as to what the marriage counselor said. "What, you mean like we should schedule our appointments separately?" The former Broadway asks, "Is that even convenient?"
Finn sits up straighter from his chair and looks directly at Quinn, "Wait, you want us to come here separately?"
Quinn desperately tries to not roll her eyes while Rachel, who's been living with Finn for 8 years already (they got married when they were still in their 20's) rolled hers without looking as if she's guilty. The blonde looks at her but didn't say anything as her attention snaps back to Finn who's looking at her curiously.
She sighs tiredly, "Yes, Finn. As in I want the both of you to come here and schedule for an appointment separately and that it has to be in different dates."
"How are we supposed to know if the other one hasn't booked the same appointment as the other?" Rachel asks while discreetly looks at her husband's side of the chair. She looks back at Quinn immediately when Finn was sneaking a glance at her and crosses her arms.
The blonde grins and shakes her head, Rachel can be childish at times but found the action endearing as the brunette swiftly holds her chin up high. "That's easy. I'll give both of you the schedules in awhile but one of you has to volunteer in waiting outside first."
Finn and Rachel both look at each other as if waiting for the other to just stand up and leave. Rachel sighs and stands up from her chair, "Fine." She walks towards the door and flings it open with two sets of eyes looking at her every move before closing the door softly.
Quinn glares at Finn for awhile at his un-gentleman like behavior but quickly hides it to avoid being unprofessional "Okay, now let's talk about when you'll be free," Quinn starts talking and takes out a schedule of all of her patient's appointments as she looks for Finn's name, "now I understand you sometimes travel back to Ohio just to look at some of the shops back there."
"Yeah, I mostly travel on Sundays and then I'll be back on Tuesdays."
Finn answers the counselor immediately. Quinn arches her eyebrow midway in writing the man's timetable. Is that the root of their issue? Not being there together? In one appointment, Rachel said she sometimes would be late in coming home in the early stages of their marriage because of work and Finn was already starting on his business around that time.
"Would Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays enough for you?"
The blonde asks, ignoring the voices in her head to question the man out because that has to be for another appointment. She stores that information in her head, just in case.
When they agreed what time the meeting should take place, she asks Finn to tell Rachel to come in. She didn't have to wait long for the brunette to step inside while her husband is outside in the waiting room. Quinn smiles at Rachel, "Hello there, Mrs. Hudson. Please take a seat,"
She gestures to the chair in front of her and straightens up in her seat. Rachel smiles gratefully at Quinn and sits down on the leather chair.
"So, I know you only have a certain amount of time in your hands what with being a mother and all," the blonde starts as she looks at the brunette expectantly.
Rachel nods and crosses her legs, "I'm only available in the afternoons because Charles has piano lessons and Kurt and Blaine would babysit Allison because I have to go on errands but I think I can spare an hour for this session."
"Is 3 o' clock okay for you?" Quinn asks expectantly as she waits for Rachel's confirmation. Once the brunette gave her affirmation, she wrote down everything and smiles at her, "great. So I'll be expecting you on Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays in the afternoon."
Quinn takes her phone out from her purse as she strolls around the grocery store and dials a number. The other line rings twice before it's been answered by the person she's been trying to call.
"Lopez" it was a straight to the point greeting and the blonde would have been offended if she wasn't used to it by now.
"Hey, S." Quinn greets after the clip tone of her best friend's voice. Santana Lopez who's a Lawyer has been the blonde's confidant ever since they were in kindergarten and both have been the best of friends even when their personalities would sometimes clash in regards to some things in their life.
The Latina who's still at her office doing some paperwork is relieved to hear from her friend. She's been dealing with a custody case and those things are a lot worse than just a crook stealing from a bank because of the sounds of a child crying because he or she has to pick where to live has never been a sight to see.
To say she was stressed is an understatement and the only person who can make her feel better is her wife Brittany but she hasn't seen her spouse for almost a week now because she's out touring with another singer all across America so Quinn is next in line for that matter.
"Oh God, I really need to see you right now. You see, my client has been keeping me up last night yapping on and on about the things the other party has been doing just so they can prevent her from keeping her child."
Quinn laughs at Santana's outburst because the Latina rarely does that. She's usually calm, cool and collected as she starts to think of ways as to how she can help her clients win the case and pretty damn good at it.
"Well, where do you want to meet up? I'm almost done with my grocery shopping and all I have to do is to drop these off at the apartment."
"Say no more," Santana says as she arranges all of her things in her suitcase.
"We'll just stay at your apartment and catch up on some things that's been happening in your life. You'd better cook baby back ribs for me." the blonde rolls her eyes as she pushes the cart towards the cashier, "Fine but you also need to cook that pasta your mother taught you."
Rachel sighs as she opens the door to their apartment while carrying Allison in her arms and Charles already running towards the television to play with his toys in his room. Finn was out with her brother, Noah who's visiting the city from Lima.
"CJ please, no running in the house, you already know the rules." The brunette scolds while walking towards the nursery to put Allison in her crib. She turns on the baby monitor and makes her way towards the kitchen.
She takes out the needed ingredients and starts to make a potato puree for the baby. She wasn't too sure about it but Allison's Pediatrician already told her she should start making those because babies can be curious about solid foods.
"She already has the anatomical signs that she's ready, Rachel. She can hold her head and she has a tongue-thrust reflex so she can prevent herself from choking on any solid matter so you should at least let her try." That was what Doctor Williams said the last time Allison had her regular check up.
When the potato is boiling, she's ready to make dinner for her and Charles who's little feet are already walking towards the kitchen and looking at his mother.
"Mommy what are we eating for dinner?" he asks with some difficulty with his 'R' that Rachel has been trying to correct.
Rachel turns around from the pot and looks at her son who looks so much like Finn from his light brown eyes to that grin which melts everyone's heart out that has been his weapon when he wants something that his mommy would deprive him of doing.
She gives that smile she only reserves for her family (with the exception of Finn, of course) and kneels down in front of his to look him in the eye. She places both of her hands on his shoulders and asks, "Well what do you want for dinner sweetie?"
Charles looks from his mother's face to the kitchen and then back to Rachel's. "Can we just have a salad?"
Rachel's smile wavers at what her son has asked. Ever since Finn and she have been fighting, Charles has been losing appetite in almost everything and she can't help but feel guilty about it all. She places her smile on her lips again when he looks at her worriedly.
"Well I'll tell you what I'll go make us Mexican pasta so you won't have to be on an empty stomach. Would that be okay for you?" she asks. She knows it'll all go to waste once that plate of pasta would be served but it doesn't hurt to try, right?
Once the food is ready and the dishes have been set, Rachel places Allison on the booster seat and tries to feed her with the puree while Charles is slowly eating his pasta. She looks at the clock and notices it's already 8 o' clock and Noah and Finn still hasn't arrived or texted her on their whereabouts.
"You're worried about Daddy and Uncle Noah, aren't you?"
Rachel turns her attention to Charles who's looking at her with that smile where he knows his mother is sad but his just trying to hide it. Rachel puts the spoon she's been using and looks at Allison who's already smiling at her.
She sighs and continues feeding Allison who just keeps on pushing her food out of her mouth. Rachel gives up before picking her daughter so she can burp her all the while her son is still looking at her. "I'm always worried about your daddy, honey. It's my job as a mother and as a wife."
Charles thinks for a moment as his mother sits back down on her chair and starts to eat her pasta with Allison sitting on her lap. Rachel attempts to not feel uncomfortable by her son's stare because she knows his thinking about something and even though he's only 3, he can be very smart for his age which is the polar opposite of his father.
"But who's going to be worried for you, Mommy?" was the soft reply of her son. Now, most mothers can tell their sons in almost all of their questions but at that time neither Rachel can answer him.
"So I heard you have another client. That Broadway star and her husband who's a businessman." Santana calls out while drinking a beer and watching TV in Quinn's living room while the blonde is already cooking the baby back ribs the Latina requested earlier.
The apartment has 3 bedrooms and each one has a bathroom that Santana would usually sleep in when Brittany is out touring.
"Who told you about that?"
"Duh, the news has been circulating on her and that dumb of a husband she has for a few days now," answers Santana back with an eyeroll.
"The guy wouldn't be dumb if he's a businessman, Santana."
The Latina pouts as she changes the channel she's watching, "Well, he looks pretty dumb to me."
"Why are we even talking about my clients?" Quinn asks as she briskly takes the food to the table along with Santana's pasta, "I mean we don't even talk about yours."
"That's because I shouldn't talk about it. I can only tell you about what my next step is and not about them, hell I can't even tell Brittany about it that's why I want to distract myself by talking about yours. So spill."
Quinn groans at Santana's determination "Well there's nothing to tell. I've only had them for three days and those three days have been disastrous." The blonde ushers the Latina to the dining room where they sit down and began to eat.
"Why would it be disastrous?" Santana asks between bites out of the meat. "It's because when one of them talks, the other one would just butt in and then the next thing I knew they're both fighting over things that shouldn't even be included."
Santana whistles while shaking her head "That bad, huh? But I know you can do it, Q. You didn't graduate at the top of your class for nothing."
Quinn couldn't be sure if she can help the troubling couple or not be she damn well is going to try everything in her for them to be back into that blissful marriage they've always had right before things fell downwards. She doesn't know why but she's hopeful for them to get past all of their issues.
"Well, here's hoping."
