A/n thanks for reading guys! I know I said once a week, but this story is stuck in my head so I'll probably update more often then that.

Once again I don't own glee. Or Alice in Wonderland. Or Harry Potter. But I wish I did….

Anyway enough rambling… enjoy!

When Quinn arrived in her bedroom she dumped her bag on the floor and went straight to the bed to think. Normally Quinns time after school was devoted to cheerio's practice and homework, but too much had happened in the last hour for Quinn to be able to concentrate on school.

Soon after she lay down Quinn was joined by her cat. It was a chubby grey tabby kitten that Quinn had gotten from Sam when he noticed how upset she was for having give up Beth. The thought was sweet but Quinn didn't understand how the small animal was supposed to replace her daughter. Still it hadn't taken long for Quinn to grow to love the chubby kitty, thinking that she resembled the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. Sam however thought he looked like Crookshanks from Harry Potter so they had combined the two names and created Chesinks. Quinn adored the name because it seemed to her like the sort of title that woulkd be given to one of the worshipped cats in Ancient Egypt, and Chesinks certainly behaved as though she believed she should be bowed down too.

She was one of those cats that didn't really like people. She was nicer towards Quinn but sometimes that niceness could only be called tolerance at best. Today however she seemed to notice Quinns distress and curled up to sleep beside her in an offer of Kitty comfort.

Quinn smiled to herself and reached over to lazily pet the cat's soft fur. Chesinks was kind of like Santana, she acted like a bitch but really she was a big softy. The two were so alike that Quinn found herself wondering if the cat also secretly watched sappy movies when she thought no-one else was around.

Quinn laughed at the thought as she continued to stroke her kitten. Listening to Chesinks' snores somehow called Quinn and it wasn't long before she fell into a deep sleep of her own.

Quinn was woken a few hours later by the sound of her phone's message tone. Sighing she rolled over, careful not to wake the grumpy kitten beside her, and checked her messages.

Can we talk?-Rachel*

Why would Rachel Roberts from the Cheerios be texting her? They might be teammates but the certainly weren't friends. In fact Quinn was certain it was her who had told coach Sylvester about Santana's boob job over the summer, causing yet another rift to form between the two friends.

Re-reading the message however Quinn realised that it must have been Rachel Berry texting her. Who else would sign their name with a star? Quickly she texted back;

Sure whats up?-Q

Meet me at the park by your place in ten- Rachel*

Quinn looked up at the clock on her wall. It was ten pm, her mother would kill her if she left now. Quinn shook her head trying to shake off all thoughts of keeping her mother happy. That woman had told Quinn that she wanted to work out their relationship, that she wanted to be mother and daughter again, yet she was off every other night begging Quinn's father to return home.

Rachel Berry needed Quin the same way she had needed someone when she was in that situation. Quinn was not going to let her down.

After quickly changing out of the Cheerios uniform she'd fallen asleep in. Quinn crept down the stairs and into the entrance way of her house. She heard muffled voices from the living room and sighed knowing that it meant her father had returned to the Fabray household. Oh well she thought. That was a problem for later. At least it meant she could sneak out of the house unnoticed. Getting back in would be the problem.

When she arrived at the park Rachel was already waiting for her on a swing. Quinn watched as the smaller girl jumped when she saw someone approaching, then relaxed when she noticed it was just Quinn.

'You ok?'Quinn asked. Rachel's only response was to look at the other girl blankly. 'Ok stupid question' she sat down on the swing next to Rachel.

After a few minutes of silence Rachel spoke. 'I'm scared'.

Quinn felt her heart go out to the tiny diva beside her. She knew that feeling too well. They sat in silence again. Quinn knew telling the other girl that everything was going to be okay just wouldn't cut it. So instead she asked 'do you know what you're going to do?'

Rachel turned to face the cheerleader for the first time that night. The brunettes face was puffy and her eyes were bloodshot from crying. 'I don't' she said simply. 'I can't get rid of it. It's a life it deserves to live. But I'm too young to raise a baby and I couldn't give her up to someone else… not after Shelby… I'm not strong like you Quinn.'

Quinn moved to stand in front of Rachel and took her face in her hands. 'I'm not strong' she said. Rachel sobbed and tried to look away but Quinn knelt down and caught her eyes. 'No listen. I'm not strong. When I first made the decision to give up my baby girl I was bullied into it by Mrs Schuester. Yes in the end it was my choice and the right choice for me but I was pushed towards it in the beginning. You are stronger than that. People put you down all the time and you still come to glee club with a smile on your face. I got slushied once and was reduced to tears. I was once one of those people who picks on you and you know what?' she paused and Rachel shook her head. Ït wasn't because you deserved it, or I was better then you. It was because I was too weak to do the right thing and stop the bullying. You are the strong one here Rachel.'

Rachel stood up suddenly giving Quinn a fright. 'I'm not strong.' She said angrily 'I'm weak, I'm a slut, I'm ugly, no-one will ever want me and I'm useless.'

As Rachel said the last few words Quinn new something terrible had happened, aside from her pregnancy. 'Who said that?' Her voice was eerily calm and reminded Rachel why Quinn had ruled the school. It wasn't wise to cross her.

'E-everyone' Rachel stuttered looking frightened.

'No. usually you just brush insults off? Who actually got to you?'

'Do you really think your tirade of insults doesn't hurt Quinn?' Rachel asked, not looking into the taller girls eyes.

Quinn sighed, the younger girl had been hurt and she had a point. Quinn added that to her list of things not to bring up with Rachel for a while.

The two girls stayed in the park for a few more hours, talking sometimes about pregnancy and babies, sometimes about other things, until Rachel was ready to go back home. As Quinn walked the short distance back to her house she thought about what had transpired earlier in the night. The look on Rachel's face as Quinn had asked who had gotten to her was the same one she'd given when Quinn had asked who the baby's father was. Perhaps he hadn't been very friendly when Rachel had told him she was pregnant. Regardless of what the issue around this guy was, Quinn was going to get Santana to have a little chat with whoever had gotten Rachel so frightened.

Quinn hesitated when she reached the front door of her house. The living room light was stil'l on which meant her father was still awake inside, waiting for Quinn's return. She took a deep breath and turned the handle, wondering how badly her father was going to react.

As soon as she stepped inside the door she was bombarded by her father's voice. 'Where have you been young lady? We let you return to our home and this is how you treat us? Don't you realise how worried we were?'

Quinn scoffed at her father, unsure which part of her father's speech offended her the most. She settled on the last part. 'Worried? Just like you were when you kicked me out in the first place? The only thing you are worried about is your reputation.'

Russell Fabray glared at his daughter. 'Is that where you were? Off whoring yourself out so you could create another bastard grandchild?'

Quinn's resolve broke and she was close to tears. That was a low blow and her father knew it. 'Bastard Daddy?' she whispered, almost sobbing 'is that all she is? Did you even think about her? Or me? You didn't come to the hospital to meet her. I made a big mistake Daddy, but Beth didn't. You wouldn't even meet her. Your reputation as a perfect Christian was too important for you to see your daughter, or meet your granddaughter.' And with that Quinn ran, tears blurring her vision, up to her bedroom. She slammed the door, collapsed on the bed and cried herself to sleep, the chubby kitten once again curled up in her arms.

A/N Hope you like. There are two ways the story can go and I'm not sure which I'll pick… maybe I should flip a coin….