A/N: I know it's been ages since I last updated this even though I said my updates would be regular I'm so sorry life got in the way please don't hate me I love you all. First things first, thank you for taking the time to read this fic, it really means a lot to me that my work is considered worthy enough to be enjoyed by you. Secondly, I got a lot of feedback about Quinn calling Kurt 'porcelain' in the first chapter, and I agree! It was very out of character, and was only in the original write up of that chapter. I thought I had changed it when revising the chapter, but apparently not, so sorry about that. It was never supposed to end up in the final chapter. OKAY I'm done rambling now read my fic
Disclaimer: fuck that noise I don't own glee
"What the hell is going on?"
Rachel felt as Quinn's arms tightened around her after Kurt's voice echoed loudly in the tiny bathroom she had spent most of the night in. She clung to Quinn in the small space of silence that followed Kurt's question.
She suddenly remembered the pregnancy test sticks and boxes she had left scattered all over the floor, and pulled away from Quinn frantically, searching the floor for them.
They were gone though, and as Rachel glanced up at Quinn questioningly, she jerked her head gently in the direction of the cabinet under the sink.
Oh. Quinn had hid them for her.
"Hello? I asked you two a question? What is going on?" Kurt's voice was even louder than before, and even more impatient.
Rachel took a deep breath, wiped her eyes dry, fixed a tight smile onto her face, and stepped from behind Quinn. Quinn turned to face Kurt with Rachel, and the back of her hand brushed Rachel's lightly. Quinn pulled her hand away quickly and crossed her arms.
"Um, Kurt. Hi. Um-" Rachel broke off as Santana stepped into the bathroom behind Kurt.
"What the fuck is everyone yelling about? It is six in the morning, and I am trying to get my sleeps on," she said as she rubbed her eyes. "I swear to god, I will go all Lima Heights on your asses if you don't-" she stopped as she noticed Quinn. "Q?" She rubbed her eyes again. "Q, what are you doing here?"
Kurt threw his hands up in the air. "That's what I've been trying to figure out!" he yelled. "Neither one will tell me anything, and Quinn barged into the apartment this morning asking for Rachel, and I am so confused," he said exasperatedly.
Rachel noticed as Kurt took a closer look at her, his eyes narrowing. "Rachel, have you been crying?" He asked, and that was all it took to send her into another round of hysterical crying. She sank to the floor and pulled her knees up to her chest, shoulders shaking.
"Oh, for god's sake, it is too damn early for this," Santana muttered as Quinn joined Rachel on the floor and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
"Okay, I'm only going to say this one more time; Rachel, what is going-"
"I'm pregnant, Kurt!" The words exploded out of Rachel, and she slapped a hand over her mouth, her tears suddenly ceased.
Kurt froze, and gaped at Rachel, shocked. Santana spoke again.
"So that's why Quinn's here. For a second I thought it was about what happened in that hotel room at-"
"Shut up, Santana," Quinn snapped. Rachel looked over at her questioningly, but she was glaring daggers at Santana. Rachel's mind raced, concocting all kinds of scenarios that Santana could have initiated, but none that Rachel would expect Quinn Fabray to be involved in.
"P-pregnant?" Kurt's astonished voice dragged Rachel from her contemplation, and she gazed up at him from the floor. "You're… pregnant?" He forced the word out almost painfully, and Rachel flinched, but nodded.
Quinn stood up, and Rachel watched as she stepped closer to Kurt and Santana. "Could we maybe talk about this later?" Her voice was low, and quiet, and almost pleading.
Santana held up her hands in defense, and she began to back slowly out of the bathroom. "Hey, I'm out." She glanced over at Rachel before she spoke again. "I'm here for you, Berry, but maybe not this early in the morning, eh?" She chuckled darkly. "Bun in the over or no, I will kick your ass if you wake me up this early again. Lima Heights Adjacent," she warned. "Don't forget it."
She disappeared around the door as she finished her sentence. Rachel giggled lightly as Quinn sighed exasperatedly. "'Lima Heights Adjacent', honestly; her parents are doctors, Lima Heights Adjacent is a rich neighborhood," she muttered as she shook her head. Rachel giggled again, and Quinn smiled softly down at her.
Kurt cleared his throat pointedly, reminding them both that he was still in the rom. Rachel's eyes snapped to him, and he looked terrified.
"We'll talk later, Kurt." Rachel reassured him.
He nodded stiffly after a moment, and as he exited the bathroom, Rachel heard him whisper, "pregnant," to himself. She buried her face in her knees and wrapped her arms around her legs.
"You'd think we'd just told him he was pregnant," Quinn quipped lightly, but Rachel detected a hint of disapproval in Quinn's words.
"He's doing his best, given the way I just sprung it on him. Shouted it at him, more like," Rachel said into the crook of her elbow.
"You sprung it on me the same way, yet here I am, all the way from New Haven." She paused. "On a train, I might add," she said, a touch of humour in her voice. Rachel laughed once, then groaned, lifting her head from its resting place on her knees.
"I'm terribly sorry to drag you all the way up to New York," she said, keeping her gaze fixed on the threadbare rug underneath her.
"No one dragged me here, Rachel," Quinn said quietly.
Rachel looked up at Quinn to see that she was extending a hand to pull her up. She took it, and let Quinn quickly pull her to her feet.
There was a moment of almost awkwardness as Rachel's hand stayed in Quinn's, but then she dropped Rachel's hand and reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
"How about this," Quinn said as she did so. "You shower and get dressed, and then I'll take you to breakfast. I heard Kurt rave about a great bakery the last time Santana and I visited." She paused and cocked her head to one side. "And then you can tell me what Santana is doing here." The corners of her mouth quirked up in a quick smirk, and her cheeks tinged pink momentarily.
The blush didn't escape Rachel's notice. "Alright," she conceded. "But only if you tell me what that's about," she said, indicating the blush on Quinn's cheeks, causing it to turn a deeper pink.
Quinn brought her hands up to cover her cheeks, smirk turned into a bashful grin. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, batting her eyelashes at Rachel.
Rachel laughed, a real, genuine laugh that, given the circumstances, surprised her. "That may work on the boys, miss Fabray, but don't think you can charm me so easily. At least take me on a date first." Rachel winked, pleased to see Quinn's blush deepen and travel to her neck.
"Oh, shut up and shower, Berry," she said, and crossed her arms, trying her best to scowl at Rachel, but she could only manage a half smile.
When Quinn made no move to leave the bathroom, Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to wait for me in the other room? Or were you planning on joining me?" She said.
The blush deepened to its darkest shade yet, and Quinn stomped from the bathroom, much to Rachel's amusement.
"You wish I'd join you in the shower, Short Stack." Quinn poked her head back around the door frame. "At least take me on a date first." Rachel's jaw dropped as her own jab was used against her, and Quinn winked at her playfully.
"Have a nice shower," Quinn said with another wink, and she closed the door as she disappeared to the living room.
