(A/N: Well, I was asked by a lovely anon on my new story to update again today, warning though; this is just a little filler mainly, so yeah. Also! Don't expect an update after this any time soon! One: I'm at my brothers house for awhile and Two: I'm having a little trouble with the next chapter, not the plot but writing it. I only just got over a three year block and I'm worried I'm falling into my old technique of writing and that style sucked! So, just bear with me and yeah. R&R.)

Figuring It Out

Wednesday - December 12th - Week 6

"Q!"

Quinn rolled her eyes and continued down the school hall; her week had been going great. Finishing up exams, soccer practices and because of these things there was no time for Santana. The blonde knew it was bad to think like that considering Santana is her best-friend but it was nice not to have to explain everything that was happening between her and Rachel.

Santana knew something was going on; Quinn had been avoiding her all week. Even when Sue Sylvester and the soccer coach had the teams train together on Tuesday afternoon, Quinn had run far ahead on the track away from the Latina; she didn't know what to think. Rachel had made herself equally scarce to the raven haired girl as well, claiming she had some scales to run or last minute ballet club meetings she had to attend. Finally Santana had had enough, it was Wednesday lunch and she knew soccer practice was cancelled on account that the coach was sick and that Quinn only had their Spanish exam left and that wasn't until Friday.

"Fabray! Stop right now or I start singing secrets!"

"My ears are burning."

Quinn's eyes widened and she swung around, "You wouldn't."

"Oh but I would. Hey JewFro, did you hear about how Quinn and Ra-mmmpppfffflll..."

"Jacob Ben Israel, you little seed. I suggest you keep on walking before you start taking soccer balls to the nuts after being tied to the practice net," Quinn threatened, her hand clasped hard over her best-friend's mouth. Quinn watched JewFro scurry off before releasing the Cheerio, "What in the hell is wrong with you!" Quinn hissed as she pulled Santana into an empty classroom; closing the door behind them.

"I wasn't really going to say anything, Fabray. The end of the sentence would've been a simple 'hate each other' so you best calm yourself before I take you down."

Quinn raised an eyebrow, "As if you could, you could barely keep up with me at joint practice yesterday."

"Which brings me to my first question, why have you been avoiding me?"

"I have not been avoiding you, I've just been-"

Santana waved her hand around to silence her friend, "Don't even try and deny it Papi, you practically ran from me. You and Rachel both."

"Firstly: don't ever call me that... Ever, ever, ever, ever again and-"

Folding her arms over her chest, "Nope, your new name is Papi whether you like it or not," Santana laughed, sitting in a vacant desk.

"Whatever. As I was saying, Rachel and I are just trying to get to know each other this week and we can't do that if you're snooping around."

"So you worked everything out?"

Quinn didn't know how to respond. Had Rachel and herself worked things out? Sure, they had been pleasant with each other since Saturday; the occasional text was sent on Sunday and since Monday the two had been inseparable at any free moment. From talking within empty classrooms to phone calls every night before bed just to see if the other was alright; mainly Quinn's idea. Rachel told her that it wasn't necessary but the blonde didn't care; now was her time to prove herself to Rachel and she was going to take full advantage.

"Hey guys!"

Quinn whirled around; hand clutched to her chest.

"Am I interrupting?"

"Why hello there preggers."

"Santana," Quinn scolded, "Rachel, you scared the hell out of me," she explained with a shake of her head, exhaling heavily; trying to regulate her breathing again.

Rachel stepped further into the classroom with a small smile, "Quinn, you and I both know Santana only shows love through insults..." She paused and chuckled, "And awkward hugs," Santana's jaw dropped, "That's right Santana. I know about your caring side and unless you want your best-friend here to know about all the things you've done for me I suggest you stop with the nicknames this instant."

Santana shot up out of her chair and stalked towards the shorter brunette, "I'll stop with your nickname but I will not stop any towards Quinn," Rachel raised an eyebrow, challenging the Latina, "That's the way our friendship is, isn't it Papi?"

Quinn rolled her eyes, "She's right Rach, and I suggest you take that deal."

Rachel huffed, "Fine." Santana beamed, "But don't think for a second, Lopez that I won't tell my fathers' to invite you over for dinner again. I know how much you enjoyed all the lovely questions the first time."

"So, have you guys worked out an understanding?" Santana deflected, away from the dinner subject. It's not that she didn't love the brunette's fathers', they did help her come out to her parents after all but the questions they'd asked her did touch a little to the personal side. She didn't hold that against the two men because that's how the Berry family were, open and understanding; no secrets. 'I wonder how long she is going to be able to keep this form her dads', Santana questioned herself, 'Sunday night dinners are going to be torture for her.'

"You could say that; drunk Quinn seemed very caring for our situation."

The Latina's head whipped around to a blushing Quinn, "What the fuck d'you do?"

"In her words, she 'brushed her teeth with a bottle of Jack' before showing up at my house this past Friday evening," Rachel giggled.

Quinn blushed harder before looking up at her best-friend. 'Oh crap, she has that look in her eyes. Watch for razor blades!' she reminded herself. "Santana?" she questioned, her friends' eyes shooting daggers at her.

"Por el amor de Dios, Fabray! I told you to go see her and you decide to knock back a few before doing so! Think of Rachel as my little sister Papi, you know how much family means to me, right?"

"Santana, it's fine-"

"No, no, Rachel; let me handle this. You know what family means to me, right Blondie?"

Quinn gulped audibly as Santana advanced closer to her, "Yes, I'm sorry S."

"You best be watching yourself Fabray. If I hear about any more of these little outbursts, Puck is going to be finding out; secret or no secret."

The blonde soccer player blanched, 'Puck?' "No, no, no, no, no..." She shook her head around erratically, "Anyone but Puck," she pleaded. Quinn knew what Puck what do if he found out about what she and Rachel were in for; he once shoved Jacob Ben Israel into a porta-potty and flipped it just because he looked at Rachel's ass. There wasn't much he could do now-a-days to anyone who teased or harassed Rachel; considering he was always on the verge of expulsion but he did have the skill of talking other people into doing his dirty work.

Rachel placed a calming hand on the Latina's shoulder and pulled her away from Quinn a little, "Santana, it's fine. We had a long talk and we are seeing a doctor on Saturday."

Santana looked Quinn up and down; the girl was visibly shaking, "Sorry Q but you gots to get your shit together, you know?"

"I know, I'm not really good at dealing with conflict or confrontation; you know that S."

The raven haired girl laughed, "Too right you are, I will never forget the morning after your fourteenth birthday! Even after knowing your secret for a year that shiz was still funny!" She doubled over in laughter.

Rachel's ears perked up, "What happened?" she asked excitedly.

Quinn's eyes widened, "Nothing!" she shoved Santana for mentioning it, "Nothing happened."

"Now Quinn, if we are going to be parents I think it would be a given that I learn an adequate amount of information about you so I know I can trust you."

"This is just general information though, Berry. Did she sleep over Friday night?" Santana smirked while trying to contain her laughter.

Rachel nodded, "Of course she did. As if I would let someone in her intoxicated state; at our age, go home, Santana," she stated as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

Santana broke out into giggles again, "Then I suppose you know what happens most mornings with this one," she gestured to Quinn, "Tell me Berry, how big is it?"

Rachel's mouth made a perfect 'o' before it stretched into the biggest smile Santana had ever seen on the girl.

"Shut up Santana!"

"Quinn, it's nothing to be embarrassed about." Rachel placed her hands on the blonde's forearm and smirked, "If I had to comment on 'it', I would say it is the biggest one I have ever seen; and that's saying a lot considering I haven't actually seen it; or many at all for that matter."

Quinn flushed. This wasn't happening. Rachel Berry was not talking about her penis like that, and Santana was not allowed to laugh!

"Hey, S? Remember that time I walked in on you after you got your laptop on your fifteenth birthday?"

Friday - December 14th - Week 6

The school week was finally coming to a close and everything was going swimmingly; Rachel's dads' had come home Tuesday and hadn't suspected anything and Quinn had been given extra chores after her mother had found the discarded Jack Daniels cap on the floor of the study.

Rachel had been studying Quinn's movement throughout the week; in a none creepy way, to decide whether or not Quinn would step up when the pregnancy picked up. Quinn had been walking Rachel to class everyday which the brunette didn't mind because it gave her a chance to get to know the soccer captain better. It was surprising how much she didn't know about her; even after the years of torture.

"So, I'll meet you here for lunch?" Quinn questioned as they stopped outside Rachel's science class.

The smaller girl looked up into Quinn hazel one's. Her heart beat sped up and her brow furrowed in confusion. What was happening? Quinn and her had been pretty much inseparable all week; which is probably why Rachel hadn't been slushied in awhile, and Rachel couldn't help but want more time with the girl standing before her.

"Rachel?"

"I'm sorry?" Rachel blinked away her thoughts and smiled brightly.

Quinn giggled, "Where did you go just now?"

"No where. So, here for lunch?"

The taller girls lips quirked into a smile, "Okay, here for lunch." Quinn turned on her heals and proceeded to walk in the direction of her class. Rachel couldn't help but have her eyes travel over the blonde as she walked away. /Focus Rachel!/ she thought; rushing into her class when the teacher cleared their throat.

"What was that JewBro?" Noah 'Puck' Puckerman questioned as Rachel sat down next to him.

Rachel loved Noah like they were family. They grew up together and Noah treated Rachel as a second younger sister. He isn't as 'bad-ass' as everyone thinks, around Rachel he is a complete gentleman with minimum sexual jokes and innuendos. The mohawk haired boy often asked Rachel to assist him in baby sitting his younger sister while his mother worked the late shift at Lima's nursing home.

"What was what?" Rachel opened up her science text book and placed it in the middle of their work bench; she knew Puck never brought his.

"Don't act like you don't know."

The brunette rolled her eyes, "I have no clue what you are talking about Noah, I was simply having a conversation with Quinn pertaining to our Spanish test in fifth hour."

Puck put his pen to paper and began copying down the lessons experiment with a smirk gracing his features, "Do you and I need to have a talk? Because you must really like Spanish with a blush like that."

Rachel quickly palmed her cheeks, Puck was right; her cheeks felt like they were on fire and all she did was look into the hazel pools of Quinn Fabray. No Rachel, you will not be the whole stereotypical couple with Quinn just because you're carrying her child, she thought, biting her bottom lip whilst contemplating her 'relationship' with the taller blonde.

There was no use denying that Quinn was a very attractive person; from their conversations this week, she didn't seem to have a bad personality either. Still, Rachel didn't know much about the soccer player which was a given considering they were never really friends; ever. Could Rachel see herself with the girl? Maybe, but could she see them raising a child together? Rachel didn't have the answer to this but she needed to find out and soon.

Meanwhile in Quinn's Math class.

"No Kurt, it doesn't work that way!"

"Mer-Mer- Mercedes, Kurt's suggestion is okay. We could all wear sequence at the concert bu-but Kurt, I don't think the boys would appreciate it."

The two other Glee club diva's were in mid argument when Quinn arrived. She looked over to Artie, confused as to why they weren't working already and he pointed to the sleeping substitute teacher at the front of the room; it was going to be a long lesson.

"What's up Quinn?" Artie asked as Quinn plonked down in the seat next to him. "This should be fun shouldn't it?"

"The boys should man up!"

"Man up and wear sequence? Boy, don't make me take you to the carpet."

Quinn rolled her eyes, "Yeah, loads. You two!" she scolded turning to the two divas behind her, "Quieten down; Kurt, the boys will not wear sequence and even though it's Christmas and all things shiny are a given I think we should just wear our chosen Christmas sweaters so there is no need for it. Mercedes, there will be no need to take him to the carpet either."

Tina giggled along with Artie, "Wo-wo-wow Quinn, good job," the Asian girl stuttered when the two fighting friends ceased their argument.

"Sorry you guys," Quinn directed at Kurt and Mercedes, "I'm just trying to think some things through and I can't with you two pointlessly arguing behind me."

Kurt straightened up in his seat, "It's fine Quinn, you have a point; the boys wouldn't want to wear sequence and-"

"Hey!" Mercedes interjected, "I've been telling you that for the past five minutes!"

"I was just about to apologise to you also 'Cedes."

Mercedes smiled and nodded, muttering a 'sorry' before hugging her best friend.

"Thank you Quinn," Artie laughed before turning his wheel chair to the divas while Tina also turned in her seat so they could discuss more Glee related numbers.

Quinn however focused on the blank board at the front of the room. Her eyes glazed over as she lost herself in her thoughts. Tomorrow she would be driving Rachel to the doctors' in the next town over. They would be confirming whether or not this baby existed or if the pregnancy tests were wrong. Saturday would determine her future, would Rachel decide to either go with adoption or raise the baby herself? 'How could she do that though?' Quinn thought, 'New York is her dream, not Lima. I ruined her life...'

After years of harbouring repressed feelings for the smaller girl, Quinn was also concerned what would happen now. Should she ask Rachel out on a date? Should she actually try and be a proper part of the family or would Rachel want her to just pay child support and stay away. It didn't seem like Rachel was leading in this direction. Rachel seemed to care about Quinn a lot more than she led on and Quinn didn't know what she should do.

"Hey guys?"

Kurt turned his attention to the blonde, "Yes Quinn."

Quinn thought for a moment, how do you ask for relationship advice with out outing yourself? Everyone in the school; besides Santana and now Rachel, thought she was straight. She had dated Finn for a little over six months; which was the worst time of her life, before Rachel had won him over. It was hard to keep making up excuses as to why she couldn't-wouldn't-sleep with him; Quinn swore she told Finn she was on her period three times a month and the stupid oaf accepted believed her, 'Idiot.'

"If someone seems interested in you, should you go for it?"

The small groups' mouths all hung open. Quinn Fabray was seeking advice from them; relationship advice, what was going on?

"Not that we don't want to help Quinn but wouldn't Santana be someone better to discuss this topic with?" Artie questioned; breaking the awkward silence that surrounded them.

Quinn nodded slowly, "Yes but I don't really want to be laughed at for needing advice. We're best-friends and all but we have a weird friendship."

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, "Well, that all depends on the guy really. Do you feel the same way girl?" Mercedes smiled warmly.

"I do. I have for a long time now."

"Is this about Finn?" Kurt questioned with wariness. There was no question that the boy had sinboy become protective of the quarterback since they became family. Sure, Finn was an idiot and couldn't take hints at times, but that didn't mean he shouldn't have someone looking out for his feelings as well.

Quinn laughed, "No, I'm not going down that track again. Don't get me wrong, he is a nice guy and all but he is extremely selfish and he only wanted sex."

"Oh."

"Yeah, anyway; I've liked this person for a long time and I don't know what to do now."

"Well girl, listen here. If you think this guy is really into you, I say go for it! You're Quinn Fabray, you rule this school with your fierce looks!" Mercedes chuckled and everyone nodded in agreement, "Next to my fierce looks of course."

Quinn playfully rolled her eyes, "Of course," she giggled along with the others. Rachel didn't seem to be one to just go out with someone for their looks; look at Finn Hudson. Yes, she had dated him but was it for his looks or even his personality? No but surely Rachel had to see something in his douche bag antics.

"Who is the guy anyway, Quinn?" Kurt questioned. Of course he would need to know who had caught the most desired girl at McKinley's eye's, he must be a catch.

"Oh-uhm..."

RING

'Thank God.' "Sorry Kurt, I have to go meet Rachel." And she was gone.

(A/N: Thought I would get this out of the way now! Suggest me baby names! Well names in general because in also thinking of adding in some Cheerios to rile up Rachel over Quinn, so yeah :D And! Should McKinley find out about Quinn's 'Secret'? Let me know people!)