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Chapter 1. One

"She is the cutest thing ever!" A group of girls squealed to baby Dylan, who was staring up at them with wide eyes nestled in Quinn's arms. Quinn was looking for Francine, who was going to watch her during the game. Brittany had ditched her, intent on finding Santana so they could have some alone time before the game started. As soon as she walked in with baby Dylan, she was immediately bombarded by the group. "How old is she now?" One of the girls asked.

"She's four months." Quinn replied curtly. She was already late. The game was set to begin in about five minutes and she had yet to make it to the locker room. She hoped Francine would hurry up.

"She looks just like you!"

"Where'd the freckles come from? Neither you or Rachel have freckles." Someone pointed out, gesturing to the cute dust of freckles splattered across Dylan's nose. "Brittany has freckles and so does Frannie." Quinn replied, trying her best to hide her annoyance.

Dylan squirmed in her arms, a soft cry escaping her lips. Quinn placed a gentle kiss atop her head; she did not want her to start crying again. She held Dylan in one arm as she dug in the bag. She pulled out Dylan's binky and gently pressed it to her lips. She happily sucked on the pacifier, laying her head on Quinn's collarbone. The girls awed loudly.

"Oh god, that was so cute!"

"I bet you're like the best dad ever!"

"I wish my baby daddy did that with his son."

"She's a daddy's girl for sure!"

Quinn gritted her teeth, anger brewing deep in her chest. She absolutely hated being called dad. It was bad enough when Rachel did it, but it was even worse when other people did it. As if she could sense her mother's distress, Dylan began to cry. "Oh no." Quinn groaned as her daughter's loud cries echoed throughout the hallway.

Where the hell was Frannie?!

Frannie Fabray walked slowly through the school's doors. Her cold blue eyes were filled to the brim with annoyance. Not at anyone in particular, she was just annoyed. That's just how she was though. She didn't really like people, and she especially didn't like being at loud basketball games. But she had promised her little sister she would watch her niece and she really didn't want to be stuck at home with her mother and her friends.

She walked around aimlessly; she had no idea where she was going. It wasn't like she hadn't been here before. She's been here plenty of times, but she can never remember where the gym was. The cold December air nipped at her exposed arms. She wore skin tight blue skinny jeans that clung to her legs like a second skin. A red sheer blouse and matching red Toms completed her outfit. Her silky blonde hair was pulled into a messy bun atop her head, and diamond studded earrings rested in her ear lobes.

She would call Quinn and ask where the gym was, but she had forgotten her phone at her …friend's house.

She wrapped her arms around herself as she looked around for a sign or something that could direct her to the gym, but there were none around. Frannie nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a warm fabric slide onto her shoulders. It was a camouflage jacket. The scent of leather and coconut lingered on the fabric. She knew immediately who it was. Her heart skipped a beat and butterflies fluttered gently in her stomach.

The woman was tall; the top of Frannie's head barley grazed her collarbone. Her skin was a rich golden, creamy and flawless. Long, messy dark hair fell into her forest green eyes. Her full lips were pulled back in a gentle grin, the faint but still there dimples gleamed in her rosy cheeks. She wore a long sleeved brown shirt with dark ripped jeans and all white skate shoes. "Forgot where the gym was again?" Her deep southern accent coated in the sweetest honey sent slivers of warmth through Frannie's body.

Frannie, not one to have her emotions on display turned her head away. She cursed the warmth spreading across her cheeks as she pulled the jacket tighter her shoulders. "What are you doing here, Dally?" She growled.

Dallas grinned. "I always come to support Quinn. Besides, you forgot this at my house." She said, producing a black iPhone 5 from her pocket. Frannie scoffed as she snatched the phone away from the junior's grasp. The senior stuffed her phone into her back pocket. She stared into those pretty forest green eyes she had grown to care about. She tried to look intimidating, but the height difference was not in her favor. "Come on Shorty, gym's this way." Dallas said as she turned and began walking.

"Dally."

"Yea- Oh!" Dallas gasped as a small yet strong fist came in contact with her abdomen. She bent over, tears in the corners of her eyes. "Now I'm taller." Frannie whispered, pressing her lips against Dallas's.

Rachel settled into a front split as she stretched her hamstrings. The game was set to begin in about five minutes and her squad was warming up in the hallway in front of the gym. Her hair was slicked back into the perfect pony tail, not a single strand sticking out of place.

She placed her hands on her abdomen, still feeling a bit self-conscious about the tiny flab from her pregnancy. She would have to do more crunches after the game.

"Hey Rachel!"

Rachel smiled to herself as her boyfriend's voice sounded behind her. True enough; the tall boy was jogging towards her with a charming grin on his face. He was wearing his letterman and dark jeans. His smile was as bright as the KDs he wore on his feet. Rachel got to her feet, jumping into his arms and planting a kiss on his cheek. She liked the feeling of his stubble on her lips and his masculine scent relaxed her. He returned the kiss to her cheek.

"Are you staying for the game?" Rachel asked hopefully.

He shook his head. "Sorry I can't. We have practice in like fifteen minutes. I just wanted to see you before though." He said with bright eyes.

Rachel's heart fluttered in her chest. Even after everything they'd been through, the tall boy was willing to put everything behind them and continue to move forward with their relationship. She was grateful for that because she did love him, no matter how big of an idiot he might be. The quarterback placed a gentle kiss on her lips as she ran a hand through his short spiky hair. He gently placed her on the ground and placed his giant hand on her cheek. He stared into her eyes with that cute dopey smile of his. "I promise I'll make it up to you. We can go to Breadstix or something."

Rachel's smile faltered a little, he always forgot she was a vegan. "Sure, that sounds lovely." She knew he loved the food there. She'd end up getting a salad anyway. He grinned. "Awesome! I'll see you later, Rach!" He kissed her one last time before jogging off towards the football field. Rachel watched him go with a fond smile on her face.

"Ladies, get it movin'! I don't pay you to stand around!" Sue Sylvester yelled into Rachel's ear with a bullhorn. Rachel jumped at least twenty feet in the air.

"You don't pay us at all." A cheerio scoffed.

"AND WHY SHOULD I? YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF MONKEYS. Actually that's an insult to monkeys, you're all a bunch of mindless baboons." Sue yelled. The close proximity of the bullhorn to the cheerio's face caused her fake lashes and hair to fly off of her body. She squealed and dashed back towards the locker room. "Anyone else?" Sue challenged.

They all shook their heads rapidly.

"NOW GET IN THERE."

"McKinley Are you ready!?"

The announcer's voice rang out through the crowded gym. Screams erupted and the bleachers vibrated as the crowd stomped on them. Brittany, Santana, Dylan, Dallas, and Frannie sat at the top of the bleachers. Dylan was sitting on Santana's lap, playing with her hair absent-mindedly. Santana was placing gentle kisses on the toddlers face, causing her to giggle uncontrollably. Brittany looked on with pure adoration in her eyes. Dallas and Frannie were sitting incredibly close to each other. Their legs and shoulder touched with even the tiniest of movements.

Dallas had slung an arm around Frannie's shoulders, but immediately regretted it when her elbow came in contact with her ribs. Frannie chuckled quietly as she crossed her legs, but didn't move away.

The basketball games were always sold out. Well, only girls' Varsity. No one could care less about the other teams, including the football team. Rachel was probably the only cheerleader who cheered with actual enthusiasm at their games.

"Now introducing your McKinley Titans!" The announcer exclaimed.

"At the point guard position, standing at 5 feet four inches, number 42, QUINN FABRAY!"

The crowd went insane as Quinn jogged from the locker room, slapping her teammates hands as she came through. She was the smallest player on the court in both height and weight, but she was fearless. She wasn't the strongest but she was blindingly quick and could shoot anyone out of the gym. The announcer introduced the rest of the team and the opponents who no one cared about and the met at the center of the court for tip off. Rachel and her squad immediately began cheering.

"Who's house?!" They shouted to the crowd. "Our house!" They shouted back.

The ref tossed the ball into the air and both centers fought for the first possession. The ball sailed through the air, but untimely ended up in Quinn's hands. The crowd cheered as she jogged the ball up the court. Her defender was at least five or six inches taller than her, but Quinn didn't care. She did a quick hesitation move that rocked her defender on her heels far enough were Quinn could dart right passed her. Quinn faked like she was going in for a layup, causing the help defense to activate and tossed it to her wide open teammate in the corner. The crowd cheered as the ball sailed through the net. 3-0.

As the enemy team inbounded the ball, Quinn snuck up behind the guard and picked her pocket. She ran all the way back the three point line and shot another three. 6-0.

This is going to be too easy. She thought as she stole it again.

The ended up winning 102-23 and Quinn wasn't even really trying. She ended with 25 points, 15 assists, 8 rebounds, and 6 steals. As the crowd began to thin out of the gym, shouting excitedly into the night Quinn walked over to her sisters and her friends. She plucked Dylan out of Frannie's arms and held her high in the air. She kissed her cheeks and hugged her tightly to her damp chest. Dylan giggled, grabbing her mother's face with both hands and squealing. She always felt really good after a win, especially when she didn't even go all out.

"Congrats Quinn! You were awesome! Wasn't she awesome, San?" Brittany chirped, hugging her sister tightly. Santana shrugged.

"She was aight."

Quinn rolled her eyes as Rachel approached the group. Quinn handed Rachel Dylan and Rachel smiled gratefully. She didn't like being away from Dylan for long periods of time, even if they were in the same building. "Ew, you're sweaty." Rachel commented, stepping away from Quinn.

Quinn rolled her eyes. She wiped her hands on her jersey, and then proceeded to try and touch Rachel. This resulted in Dylan being handed over to Dallas and Quinn chasing Rachel out of the gym.

"Think she'll catch her?" Dallas asked the group.

"Bet you 10 bucks Quinn will catch her." Santana challenged Dallas. Dallas thought for a moment. She knew Quinn was one of the fastest athletes at school, but Rachel was a midget and midgets run fast as shit. "Alright!" Frannie rolled her eyes as they shook hands.

"Let's go. I want to see the Packers and 49ers game." Brittany whined. She was a die-hard Greenbay fan, as was Santana.

"Packers will lose. Watch, it'll be tied with like three minutes to go and then the Packers do something stupid and the 49ers win by a field goal." Frannie mumbled. She didn't like football, but she did often watch it with Dallas.

"Whatever. My packers got this!" Santana yelled, causing Brittany to nod her head in agreement. As they walked out into the chilly December air, a resounding slap echoed through the parking lot, followed by a loud, "OWWW WHAT THE FUCK?"

"Dallas you owe me 10 bucks."

The first few chapters are developing quite well I think. More to come, stay tuned and don't forget to leave me some feedback. -Wren