Our Love Was Always Forever

A/N: Wow guys I don't even know how to begin thanking you all for the reviews and alerts. You guys have totally blown my mind away so thanks so, so much for liking this so far and I hope I continue to please you, my readers and not disappoint. Also thanks to the amazing "swordofthejedi" for betaed this for me :D...credit to you dude.

Disclaimer: Still don't own anything *sighs* ah well at least I own this fic right?:D

Rated: M for language and content...this chapter contains some domestic violence but not much I promise.

And I've also decide to add in some flashbacks to after Rachel left. Sometimes it will be spot on with chapters sometimes it won't.

ENJOY:)

Back where you belong - Chapter 2

"Daddy, daddy!" A small, cheerful voice chants at him. "Wake up daddy!" The voice giggles excitedly followed by bouncing up and down on the bed.

Quinn groans as his daughter starts bouncing even harder. "Oh no! Someone better stop now because they're about to be attacked by a tickle monster!" He yells as he leaps straight up from the bed, catching the little girl in his arms before starting to tickle her.

"Daddy, daddy, stop!" The little brunette giggles, kicking her small feet wildly in the air. "I don't think so." He replies, tickling her for a few moments more before pausing. "Unless they say the magic word." He returns to tickling her again just as the last word leaves his mouth.

"I love you daddy! You're the best dad in the whole wide world!" The little girl screams loudly as her daddy finally stops tickling her.

"That I am." He says, kissing the top of her head. "Morning sweetheart."

"Morning daddy." The little girl replies back cheerfully.

"Ah hah, someone is happy. Now come on, breakfast time!" He climbs out of bed, quickly striding over to the closet to grab a shirt. "C'mon, little miss." He says over his shoulder as he pulls the shirt over his head.

The little brunette girl automatically jumps onto his back and locks both of her small arms around his neck holding on tightly. "All aboard?" he asks, looking behind him. His daughter lets out another giggle as she nods her head, causing her hair to flop up and down with the motion. "All aboard captain!" She makes a train motion as Quinn proceeds slowly out of the room.

When they reach the kitchen, Quinn carefully places his daughter down on one of the stools. "Ok princess, what would you like for breakfast this morning?" He asks already opening the cupboards up.

"Pizza and frozen yogurt!" The little girl cheers loudly, causing Quinn to chuckle in amusement.

"Pizza and frozen yogurt at this time? I don't think so." He says, pulling out some pancake mix. He pivots around to the refrigerator and opens it to grab some bacon, eggs and a carton of orange juice "How about something healthy and delicious?" He smiles widely as he gestures to the items he has placed on the counter.

She pouts in annoyance, shaking her head. "That's boring! Uncle Puck always gives me pizza and frozen yogurt in the morning when I stay with him." She says sulkily.

"He does? Huh, well then. I guess we just have to talk to your Uncle Puck about that, aren't we?" He ruffles her hair causing it stand up every which way.

"Daaad..." She whines, managing to shake her head out of his grasp. Quinn laughs at his daughter's antics before moving to make breakfast

As he makes breakfast, his daughter watches, talking to him non-stop through out. She's so much like Rachel, she just rambles on forever but he wasn't complaining. He loves hearing his daughter's voice. It just seems like he can never get tired of hearing it.

This has been their routine for years now ever since Rachel left. He'd wake up in the morning and make breakfast for himself and his daughter. When she was a baby it was a bit difficult but as she started growing up it became easier, especially when she learned how to talk. Quinn always gets a smile on his face whenever he thinks back to that day.

*Flashback*

Quinn opens his apartment door exhausted, having just come back from practice. He had left Lizzy with Santana and Brittany since Cheerios practice had been cancelled that day, so he hadn't seen his daughter for hours now and he missed her terribly.

"Hey, I'm home!" He shouts as small footsteps or hands can be heard coming down the hall. He still lives in the small apartment that was once his and Rachel's. Quinn smiles as he sees his little princess crawling toward him. She was now 8 months old but big for her age.

"Hey, there she is, daddy's little girl." He picks her up as the small girl lays her head on his shoulder. He smiles fondly and kisses her forehead lightly. "How was she?" He asks, smiling at the Latina and blonde who were linked by their pinkies.

"She's a little devil's spawn." Santana growls as Brittany swats at her arm.

"Don't be mean San, Lizzy was an angel." Brittany beams as she stared at the little, brunette girl adoringly.

"You would think that." Santana rolls her eyes, trying so hard not to stare too long at the little girl. She won't admit it but that kid had stolen the Latina's heart. The first time she was placed in Santana's arms that she actually cried and of course Santana Lopez doesn't cry so she just blamed it on hay fever to this day.

Quinn chuckles mirthfully. "Thank you guys. I don't know what I would do without you, you rock." Quinn says gratefully.

"Of course you wouldn't. We're just that awesome." Santana states, crossing her arms around her chest.

"San!" Brittany warns making the Latina soften immediately. "It's ok Q I love spending time with Lizzy!" Brittany says, patting the little girl's head.

"And she loves spending time with her aunt Brit Brit too, don't you Lizzy?" Quinn asks, looking down at his daughter who yawns tiredly.

"Da da" Lizzy mumbles and Quinn's eyes widen. He looks down at the almost sleeping infant then at his two best friends who look just as shocked.

"Did she just...?" He asks as both girls nod with smiles wide on both their faces. "Oh Lizzy, did you just say da da?" Quinn asks proudly but the small infant was already asleep in his arms so he holds her protectively against his chest.

"I guess she was telling you that she was tired." Santana says, captivated in the little toddler in Quinn's arm. "

Yeah" He whispers, now wishing more than anything that Rachel was there to witness their baby girl's first word but she wasn't.

*End flashback*

After breakfast, Quinn gives Lizzy a bath then places her in the living room with her favorite cartoon on. He goes up the stairs to take a quick shower then get dress for work before coming back down. It was some teacher training in school so Lizzy had the day off but he still has to go to work even though he is his own boss. He would have loved to stay home and just play with his daughter but he also wanted to be able to provide for his daughter so that required working hard.

"Ok princess, daddy has to go to work but grandma is going to babysit you, ok?" he asks as kneels down in front of the little girl.

"Yay! She promised that we'll plant some flowers next time I see her!" Lizzy replies, eyes shining in excitement.

"Well then, what are you waiting for? Go and get all of your dolls and anything else that you need so we can go." He said standing up as the girl ran out the room skipping happily .

Quinn chuckles at the energy that his little girl seem to possess, so much like Rachel. His cell phone rings and he takes it out of his pocket before answering. "Hey mum." He answers. "Yeah we were just about to leave right now." He pauses and then laughs at his mother's reply. "She's really excited about it and apparently you guys are going to plant flowers?" He raises his eyebrow even though he knows his mum can't see him, a smile evident in his voice. "Alright, love you too, bye." He hangs up the phone before getting his leather jacket from the couch and putting it on.

"C'mon little lady, we gotta go!" He yells up the stairs as small footsteps come pounding down the stairs.

"Ready!" Lizzy announces with a smile while wearing her pink/purple backpack on her small back. Quinn smiles as he looked at his daughter closely, just studying the little girl's face. She had Rachel's hair, mouth, face and ears. She was so Rachel, the only thing she took after him in was her nose and eyes. He cups her face lightly in his hands as he stares at her.

"What's wrong daddy?" The little girl asks, concerned with how her father was acting.

"Nothing, you're beautiful." He kisses her nose first and then kisses her forehead before letting her go. "Ok let's go, grandma is waiting." He says as both Fabrays exit the house. Quinn straps his daughter in her car seat before slipping into the driver's seat and driving toward his childhood home.

*Faberry is L.O.V.E*

"Ok, that was the last of the box and I'm tired." A guy with dirty, messy, brownish hair says while flopping down on the couch and sighing loudly.

"What! You're not going to help me to unpack?" The brunette in the room asks, putting her hand on her hips.

"Oh come on Rachel, I already helped you to unload your shit and you're expecting me to unpack it for you too?" He laughs at her as if she just asked him to take that ugly shirt he was wearing off and throw it in the trash forever.

"I'm not asking you to unpack it for me Jesse, I'm asking you to help me." Rachel replies, getting annoyed at guy.

"Uh no, go and unpack your own shit" he puts his feet on the table and turns on the TV to a baseball game

Rachel shook her head disappointedly. After all it was his 'shit' as well but she just decided to get started so she picks a a box and carries it towards the bedroom. She unpacks five boxes, though there are still more but she realizes that she is tired and hungry.

"Rach!" Jesse calls "Can you stop what you're doing and go cook me some food now?" Not even moving from where he was sitting or taking his eyes away from the game.

Rachel walks out the bedroom to where Jesse was sitting on the couch "Or you could help unpack while I make dinner. I can't do both Jesse." She says in exhaustion.

"And why not?" He stares at her as if she has totally gone crazy. "Because I'm tired and hungry. I can't do both, I'm not a freaking robot or your servant." As soon as those words left her mouth she wishes she hasn't said it at all. Jesse's hand comes crashing down onto her cheek hard, making a few tears form in the corners of her eyes.

"You fucking won't be talking to me like that, you understand you fucking slut?" he holds her by her neck tightly, making the girl choke. "You're my bitch and therefore you will do as I tell you without a question whatsoever, understand?" He growls at her angrily.

Rachel nods her head quickly still in pain from the slap and the now starting to form bruise on her neck with fear and shock shining in her brown chocolate eyes.

"Good girl, now go and make me some fucking food." He demands before taking his seat back on the couch.

Rachel stood there for five minutes just staring at Jesse. He has always lost his temper at her but not once has he struck her. After standing there taking in everything, she decides to go and make him food because she did not want to anger him again. She could always finish unpacking tomorrow, it's not like she starts her teaching job tomorrow anyway. With that thought she walks towards the small kitchen to get to cooking. Thank god they did some shopping on the way here. "Oh and I want beef stew." Jesse yells and Rachel grimaces at the thought. She hates cooking anything meat related. Jesse knew that she was a vegan and yet he still makes her either cook meat for him or eat it by using force. When she was with Quinn, he always made sure that no matter what they were eating it was vegan even though she knew how much the boy liked his meat.

She smiles sadly at the thought of her blonde haired ex. "Quinn I'm sorry." She whispers. If she was with Quinn, he wouldn't treat her like Jesse is treating her at all.

"God, are you just going to stand there or are you actually going to cook any time soon?" Jesse has somehow managed to remove himself from the couch and was now standing in the kitchen doorway with both eyebrows raised "Get to cooking woman, I'm starving." He gestures toward the stove, moving to get a beer from the fridge.

"Don't worry I'm making you your beef stew." Rachel says calmly as she moves around the kitchen. "Your fucking beef stew." She thinks as she got everything prepared to get started.

TBC