A/N: Yes I finally updated, actually I think this is fast for me. I hope you like it. I jumped a little in time. Please let me know what you think. Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. Glee belongs to its creators and FOX.
Ch.9
If you'd ask me three or four years ago if I ever thought I would be living with Quinn Fabray I would have laughed, if you'd ask me if I thought I'd be pregnant as well I would have sent you to the nearest psychologist, and if you'd still pushed the issue and ask me what I thought it would be like, I would have said something like there were parties all the time, that she ignored me constantly as she went out with her numerous friends, that she'd go to church every day and pray three times a day, that I'd watch a sting of handsome rich boys break her heart over and over, and that I wouldn't know her any better than I did now. Yes I would have assumed it would have been stressful, filled with tension, suspicion, uncomfortable silence, all around unhappy.
I would have been grossly inaccurate in those predictions, well most of them anyway. Living with Quinn was far from stressful or tension filled. There were no awkward or uncomfortable silences. There weren't parties, none in fact in the month I have resided with Quinn, she doesn't ignore me to go out with friends, actually she includes me when her close set of three friends go out. The only things that I would have been remotely accurate about were that Quinn does go to church every day though I haven't seen her pray other than at dinner. There is also a very handsome rich boy in her life, though he hasn't broken her heart and actually seems like a pretty upstanding guy, but we'll see. As for knowing Quinn more than I did in high school, that is a definite but it didn't come from living with her, I can amend that prediction to I don't know any more about Quinn than I did when we moved in together. Other than occasional talking about Beth, whom we've visited once for so far for Quinn's monthly visit as set up and agreed upon by both Shelby and Quinn, she hasn't shared anything with me. I'm not sure what to make of that. My Dad told me to be patient and that not everyone was an open book and wanted other's to know about their lives. I know that of course, and if anyone fell into that category it would most certainly be Quinn, but I thought we had bonded, I'm going through something that only Quinn can understand. Ugh I'll just have to be patient, like Dad said.
I digress though; Living with Quinn is well simply put, peaceful. After settling in and getting the job as the vocal couch down at the community center, things have been so much better than back in New York. I've saved more money in the last month than I had probably would have in three months back in New York. Quinn and I have fallen into a relaxing routine. She is usually gone by 8:00 in the morning when I am waking up. She always has a fresh bowl of fruit, a yogurt, and toast sitting ready for me. I go to the community center for work from 12:00 to 6:00 during the week, Quinn usually meets me for a late lunch around 3:00. When I get home Quinn is always in the kitchen whipping up something great for us to eat. Then we sit on the couch and relax watching TV while Quinn finishes up any homework and I plan lessons. On the weekends I work from 8:00 to 12:00 on Saturdays. Sundays are free. Quinn and I have been using those to prepare for the baby and decorating the nursery. When I told Santana about our routine one night during our weekly Skype chats she'd burst into laughter and mumbles something about setting a record for become domestic lesbians. I ignored her. Things were going awesome with Quinn and I wouldn't let Santana ruin that for me.
"Hey, you ready to go?" Quinn's voice jolted me from my thoughts and I turned to see her and her boyfriend Aidan standing at my bedroom door. The three of us were going paint shopping for the nursery. Well it was supposed to be just me and Quinn but Aidan had overheard us talking at lunch one day when he joined us and invited himself to come along. For a boy who'd only been dating Quinn for six weeks he had efficiently instated himself into all areas of her life. If she wasn't with me she was with him.
"Yup, coming." We went to the Finnernan and Haley in town. I walked over to the sample wall and was instantly overwhelmed. "There are so many colors, how can I ever choose what is best for my baby?"
Quinn laughed and throw her arm around me, "They are just colors Rach, this isn't a life or death thing. Just pick a color that you like, I am sure the baby will love it too."
I huffed in annoyance, sometimes Quinn just didn't get it. "Quinn this is the color that my child will spend its first month staring at. So much time will be spent in that nursery. The first thing he or she wakes up to will be that color. It has to be perfect."
Quinn sighed, "I know. I'm sorry Rach, I was just trying to calm you down. I know this is really important. Just take your time."
"When my mom was picking out colors for my little brothers room I remember saying something about the color should be light and warm. It's more calming or something like that." Aidan suggested. I saw Quinn smile brightly at him before tip toeing and kissing his cheek. The boy was seriously a giant, even taller than Finn. Stupid rowers, yes apparently rowers could be quiet tall.
"I think Aidan is right, we should go light and warm. Since we don't know the baby's sex we should probably stay away from pink or darker blues, though a light blue could be gender neutral like yellow and green." Quinn moved towards the swatches and began picking out colors.
"You sure you don't want to know the gender?" Aidan asked as he stepped up to my side.
"Amazingly yes. Normally I am so type A and would want to plan like crazy but I've always liked the idea of finding out the gender when the doctor announces it." I shrugged. Aidan nodded and I noticed as he replied his eyes were on Quinn, "I totally agree." And another one bites the dust. Quinn seriously has no trouble getting this boys to fall madly in love with her. Finn, Puck, even Sam would have married Quinn as one point if she'd said yes.
"Here, take a look at these." I shook my head at Quinn enthusiasm. Sometimes I swear she was more excited about this baby than I am. She is cute though when she bounces on her toes like that. I took the swatches from her and skimmed through the color skims. She'd brought over some blues, greens, and yellows over. I kind of like the yellow with the blues. Maybe yellow with a blue trim, but would that be too male. Maybe yellow with greens. Ugh this was too confusing. I switching between three swatches and could feel myself getting upset. I couldn't decide. Then there was light pressure on the small of my back. "Rach take a deep breath. We can ask for samples of these and take them back to the apartment and paint squares on the walls to decide." Quinn's voice was soft and warm. I turned to her and saw her smirking at me. I felt silly for getting so upset. "Sorry."
"No sorry's like you said it is a big deal."
"We can really ask for samples."
"Totally." Aidan broke in. I turned to the boy and took a deep breath; I wasn't irritated at him, just the situation.
I'm not sure if I was too excited when Aidan said that he had to leave for to meet up with some crew friends for a workout. Once he left Quinn and I got into our "work" clothes as we called them. Mine was a pair of Finn's old sweat pants cut off into shorts and my Papa's old football t-shirt from college. Quinn wore a paint stained Cheerios' t-shirt and a pair of Stanford sweatpants, they were Frannie's apparently. We put down a bunch of towels and then opened the first can. "How big?" I asked Quinn.
"A foot by a foot?" She shrugged as she did the same thing on the opposite wall.
"Why are you doing it over there too?"
"The lighting maybe different on the different walls so we want to make sure when it dries that we like it all over, not just one spot." It made sense. Quinn walked over the stereo in the middle of the room and turned on her iPod. Love Story by Sarah Bariellis came on. I laughed as Quinn began sing. I easily joined her. For the next half hour we painted squares all over the room, more than we probably needed.
When we were done Quinn paused and looked around, "Ugh which color is which?" I paused me little dance and scanned the room. We had two types of blues, greens, and yellows all over the room. I started to giggle, "I have no clue." Quinn started to laugh too. "Guess we should have labeled them."
Eventually we figured out which color was which and retired to the living room. I saw Quinn rubbing her back and she was limping slightly. "Come on lay on the couch." I said to her.
"What?" She paused and looked back at me.
"You're in pain I can tell."
"Rachel I am fine."
"Quinn stop being so friggin stubborn. Come lay down and let me rub out your back." She hesitated for a minute before complying. I went to the kitchen to grab some of the Icyhot I knew she had there. Sitting beside her I put my hands on the hem of her t-shirt and looked up at her for permission. She was biting her lip which told me she was nervous but she eventually nodded and I pushed up her shirt. This was the first time I was seeing her back and I tried to hold back my gasp but it was hard and I knew Quinn heard me because she suddenly tensed up. Ignoring her and my shock I rubbed some Icyhot on my hands and then began to rubber her back firmly. I followed the four inch scar that went up the center of her spin from the small of her back to about mid back. Then I worked my way out tracing the crisscrossing of light shiny white lines that were left over from glass I assume. The looked a little long though and were on both sides instead of just the left side.
As if to answer my question Quinn spoke "Those aren't from the accident; just the one on my spin and the one under my left breast." My hands stalled as I waited for her to continue. She didn't so I went back to work. I was nearly finished when she spoke again. "Sometimes he liked to use his belt, you know if I really stepped out of line." My heart sunk. I had wanted to know Quinn better, know her secrets that only Santana and Puck knew, but now I wasn't so sure I did. "Quinn I…"
"Don't say you're sorry, you did nothing wrong." She cut off as she pulled her shirt back down and turned to me. "It's in the past, I'm over it." Somehow I doubted that statement but it didn't seem like a time to refute her claim. "Is this was Santana was talking about, you know about your childhood not being 'All American'."
Quinn sat up and sighed, her elbows on her knees her hands holding up her face, "Yeah its part of it." There was no elaboration I debated asking questions but then I remembered Kurt saying that sometimes Quinn just needed someone to be there, understand, and ask no questions, so that's what I did. I sat back and turned on the TV, some comedy was on which was perfect. After a while Quinn sat back with me and rested her head on my shoulder, "Thanks" she said. I smiled, "Anytime." Yeah living with Quinn wasn't so bad, it was kind of great.
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