(A/N: Here it is guys! The anticipated 'family' Christmas dinner :D I really hope you enjoy it but some of you may want to hate on me for what I have done; if that is your case please abuse lightly... I fix it in the end anyway so there is no need to go on a rage :/ There has to be drama for things to be fun and angsty... mainly for me so I can watch you squirm *mwahahaha* So, the usual is required of you reader's; R&R! Have fun!
Ps. There is an important A/N at the end so please read it. It kinda needs for you to tell me some important things etc. etc. So please read it xoxo)
Merry Christmas (Pt. 2)
Tuesday - December 25th - Week 8
"Merry Christmas, Leroy, Hiram!" Judy beamed as the two men entered her house, each giving the woman a peck on the cheek.
"Merry Christmas, Judy," Rachel smiled as her fathers' handed the woman a bottle of wine before they all removed their coats, "Dinner smells amazing, like always. We could smell it halfway here."
"Thank-you, Rachel. Please make yourselves at home; we'll be eating soon," the host offered with a warm smile before disappearing back into the kitchen with the two Berry men in tow.
"Hi Rachel," Frannie greeted, "We're just waiting on Michael to get out of the shower," she laughed before pulling the smaller girl into a hug; tonight she would help this girl, just a small push because her sister has never been happier.
"What about Quinn?" Rachel questioned, looking around the lounge room for the youngest Fabray.
Frannie relaxed back onto the couch with a smug expression, "Something about wrapping up some last minute gifts. I only assume they are for you, she seems absolutely set on wrapping them perfectly," she explained, any chance to embarrass her sister, she took; it didn't hurt that this would also make Rachel see how much Quinn cares for her.
Rachel's cheeks tinged red and she tried to contain her smile, "I suppose I'll just wait for her presents then, just in case she is not worthy of mine," she teased, hiding the relatively large bag she had been carrying under the large Christmas tree.
Both girls' shared a laugh before slipping into casual conversation, mostly about the day's activities because Frannie needed more to tease her sister about.
"Fran! Have you seen my Christmas sweater?" Quinn asked as she frantically limped down the stairs and over to her sister; completely missing that Rachel was there.
"Try the back of your wardrobe... When was the last time you wore a sweater anyway?"
"Since... Because," the soccer player replied before turning and rushing back up to her room.
Rachel sat there, mouth agape at the blonde's disregard of her presence, "Don't take it personally, she's been distracted and worried about tonight ever since she came home this afternoon," Frannie explained after seeing the look on the brunette's face.
"She does love Christmas," Rachel laughed as Michael and Quinn descended the stairs dressed in their seasonal sweaters.
"I'm truly surprised you have not ended up in my E.R., Quinn," Leroy laughed as he passed the young blonde a bowl of mashed potatoes.
"I'm surprised she made captain," Rachel teased with a nudge to the girl's shoulder.
Quinn huffed as she added three spoonful's of the food to her plate, "So, with both families together it's still all about teasing me?" she asked handing Leroy back the bowl. "I'm only clumsy when I'm not concentrating, when it comes to soccer and stuff I am always concentrated."
"She's always been competitive," Frannie explained with a smile, "I remember when she locked me in a closet just so she could get the last piece of cake after my birthday."
"It wasn't your birthday the next day so it was free-for-all!" Quinn argued playfully before beginning to devour the new food on her plate.
"Well, considering the rest of us are done; may I propose a stroll around the block with some hot chocolate," Judy stated, standing from her seat and retreating into the kitchen to start the kettle.
"We'll get our coats. Are you coming, Sweetie?" Hiram asked as he and Loy stood from their seats.
Rachel shook her head, "I'll stay with Quinn," she replied with a smile to the blonde who smiled back goof-ily with her mouth full of food, "In case she chokes," she added on with a giggle.
The Berry men nodded before leaving to the foyer with Michael.
"How are you feeling, Rachel?" Frannie asked as soon as the room was cleared. She was becoming more and more interested in her sister's crush as time went on and she truly didn't know how Rachel was dealing with the pregnancy. Frannie knew that Quinn was teetering on the edge of freaking out because they hadn't talked about the future; senior year was half over and the soccer player didn't know where she should be applying for colleges.
There was no doubt in Frannie's mind that Quinn would stay here if Rachel decided to raise the baby or follow her to New York; she knew Quinn didn't want to be like their father.
"I'm fine," Rachel replied with a questioning look at Quinn's sister.
Frannie set her hand on the table top with a small smile, "I know Rachel," she confessed, "About you," she added for clarificaion. Her eye's were soft with concern as she watched Rachel's reaction which was expected.
The brunette's eyes snapped to Quinn before returning to Frannie, "I'm not showing already am I?" she asked, looking down at her abdomen which was a little bloated, but that could be the massive feast she had just ingested.
Quinn shook her head and swallowed her mouthful, "I told her," she explained, "She's cool; she's not going to tell."
"Of course I wouldn't," the older girl said with a slight offended tone, "I care for my sister and I would never throw her under the bus. I just want to know how everything is going."
Rachel looked back to Quinn with a scowl on her face; she couldn't believe the girl would tell someone without consulting her first; she really didn't want people knowing without her knowledge. It's not that she didn't trust Frannie but she was still trying to figure out how to tell her own parents; then again, Quinn had a right to go to someone other than Santana about her problems.
"Everything is fine thus far, I have another appointment with the Doctor in two days," the brunette stated looking over at Quinn.
The soccer player nodded and stood to clear her plate from the table.
"She cares for you, you know?" Frannie whispered, leaning over the table a little; this was her time to give a little push.
Rachel nodded her head, "I know, I would expect her to considering our situation; I am carrying her child after all," she whispered back, her hands splaying just under her stomach.
The older girl shook her head, "That's not what I meant and you know it," she pressed, "She's not going anyway so don't feel like she is; you already have her."
"But I still don't understand... How can someone go from completely hating someone else to wanting to be with them, regardless of said person to be carrying their child?"
"That's not my explanation to share."
"What can you share then? Why hasn't she run for the hills?"
Frannie sighed dejectedly, "That's another part of Quinn I can't explain. Put it this way: She always thinks she has something to prove. Ask her," she said before standing the table to meet her family and the Berry men at the front door.
Rachel sat; deep in thought, the only noise filling the house was the sound of Quinn washing her plate and humming 'Jingle Bells' gleefully. She knew what Frannie was talking about; Quinn had recoiled at the similar question asked the day of the dinner with her Dads'. The blonde stating that the conversation was good for another day, her happy demeanour long gone as she ushered Rachel out of the house before getting ready for soccer practice.
"Are you alright?"
The concerned, harmonious voice pulled Rachel from her musings and she could only imagine the look on her face when she was summered in her thoughts; she nodded her head tentatively.
"Are you sure?" Quinn questioned further, sitting in her previous spot next to the brunette, "You can tell me anything," she pressed placing a comforting hand on the girl's thigh.
"Why are you still here?" the diva blurted out before she could stop herself, "I mean, I asked you this questioned days ago and you recoiled and Frannie didn't know how to explain it. Why aren't you running scared? If I could, I would," she ranted as Quinn removed her hand and sunk back into the dining chair.
"Rachel, can we no-"
"No!" Rachel stood from her chair and began pacing, "Just tell me, Quinn. I know it's stupid to question it but why are you still here? I want to know and not knowing is killing me. I feel like I need to know everything about you and it scares me; it scares me to know that you don't trust me enough to open up completely, it scares me knowing that there are secrets between us when we are going to become parents!"
Quinn began to worry her top lip between her teeth as she looked at the brunette's feet, she agreed that Rachel was stupid to be questioning her motives considering she wasn't running but she narrowed it down to the hormones making their second appearance. "Do you want me to run, Rachel? Is that what you're trying to get me to do, because it sure seems that way," she argued calmly, her nails digging into the cushioning of the chair, "I don't understand what you're wanting me to say."
"I just want you to talk to me, Quinn; about anything."
"I have, Rachel. I voiced my concerns before we even knew the baby truly existed. This," Quinn said gesturing to the air around them, "Has nothing to do with anything."
"It does, stop lying to me! I can't take it, Quinn. It hurts that you're not opening up to me about it all and I'm concerned for you. Ever since that day in the diner when I saw you all vulnerable, I knew, I knew you had more pain and worries behind your eyes and it hurts to look in them when they stare back with such anguish," the pregnant girl explained, crouching down in front of the blonde to meet her gaze. Rachel took the girl's pale hands in her own and gave them a small squeeze, "Please," she pleaded.
Quinn swallowed the dry lump in her throat and looked to the smaller girl with watery eyes, "In time, Rachel. Please? Just give me time."
The brunette sighed.
"I don't want to fight; not tonight."
Rachel gazed into hazel pools and nodded, "I'm sorry," she whispered knowing she was overreacting. She stood, not releasing the girl's hands and smiled weakly, "These are some hormones," she laughed ducking her head.
The soccer player smiled and stood, releasing Rachel's hands and wrapping her arms around the smaller girl. "It's okay," she smiled before pressing her lips to the girl's temple, "I got you something," and with that small saying, the tense air left the room and the 'Rachel Berry' smile returned to the shorter girl's face.
"I got you something too," Rachel beamed, pulling Quinn into the lounge room and sitting the blonde on the couch, "It's not much but..." she trailed off as she pulled the seasonal gift bag from behind the Christmas tree and handing it to the girl.
"Thank-you," Quinn giggled before reaching her hand in and pulling out a perfectly wrapped box; ribbon and all. She didn't waste time in ripping the Christmas paper from the box and smiled widely when she removed the lid, "How did you know?" she teased.
"Lucky guess," the brunette giggled as Quinn held up various super hero themed shirts, "There's one more in there," she added before the excited girl forgot about the bag.
Quinn smiled and reached her hand in again, "I actually really needed this," she laughed as she pulled out an already pumped up, shiny soccer ball, "Thank-you," she said gratefully as she stood from the couch, "I'll be right back," and Quinn disappeared up the stairs.
The brunette smiled as she fell onto the couch with a huff, she was exhausted but it felt so good to be sharing everything with the girl who was currently thundering back down the stairs.
"Here," Quinn smiled, handing the diva her own seasonal bag before dropping to her knees in front of the couch.
Rachel let out an excited squeal as she ripped away the last piece of wrapping and opened the small box she had retrieved from the bag, "I love it," she beamed, eyeing the charm bracelet that had a few gold star charms attached to it, "How much did this cost?"
The soccer player shook her head, "That doesn't matter," she replied reaching into Rachel's bag; pulling out another small box, "I know our plans aren't set in stone but..." Quinn trailed off handing the brunette the item.
The diva raised an eyebrow and hesitantly began ripping at the wrapping; she let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding when she pulled off the box lid. She looked at Quinn with a warm smile and a single tear sliding down her cheek, "They're adorable," she whispered, taking the two soccer boot themed booties from the box.
Quinn released a calming breath before placing her hands where she assumed the baby was growing, "Everything I do," she stated looking up at Rachel with serious eyes, "Is for the both of you. Even if you decide otherwise, I'm here for now and beyond; regardless of adoption."
"I know, Quinn," Rachel smiled, leaning closer to the blonde intent on pressing her lips to the soft pink ones.
BANG
"We're home!" Frannie called as she and the other family members and guests removed their coats.
Quinn stood up frantically and quickly hid the booties in the bag, "Shit," she muttered as she collected the other presents, "Come on," she prompted Rachel to follow her to the stairs.
"We'll be going soon, Rach," Leroy stated as he watched the two girls race up the stairs.
"I wonder what they were up to," Michael whispered into his wife's ear with a smirk.
"I know what they'll be up to when they finally get up there," she whispered back, smirking at the other half of her plan.
"That was a little close," Quinn stated as she slid the booties' box under her bed, "I know I got them for you but yeah, no one comes in here."
"It's fine, I'd rather they be here. My fathers' have a knack for snooping around in places they're not supposed to; well, Dad more than Daddy."
"Merry Christmas, Rach," Quinn husked, wrapping her arms around the brunette; allowing her to bury her face into her pale neck.
Rachel revelled in the provided warmth and snaked her arms around the soccer player's waist. She pulled back a little and looked up at the taller girl before diverting her gaze past her blonde head to the odd colour of green on the ceiling, "Is that what I think it is?" she questioned with an expectant eyebrow raised.
"Huh?" Quinn's brow furrowed as she followed the girl's eye line, "How in the..?" she wondered before Frannie instantly popped into her mind.
"I suppose we should stick to tradition," Rachel smirked and hazel eyes instantly returned to her's, "Kiss me, Quinn," she prompted and Quinn took one last glance at the mistletoe that had spontaneously attached itself to her cieling.
Quinn smiled widely and was sure she was as red as her sweater. She gazed into chocolate brown orbs before ducking her head and connecting their lips like they had done before, but no matter how many times they had now it always felt new and sent shivers down Quinn's spine.
"If you wanted to kiss me, you could've just asked," Rachel smiled before connecting their lips again in a few chaste kisses.
They both pulled away a little to catch their breath. With their foreheads resting against one another, Quinn took a deep breath before quickly pecking the brunette's lips once more. "Go out with me, on a date, a proper one where we go out and I hold your hand," Quinn requested, her eyes closed as she awaited the answer.
"Of course," the smaller girl replied before pressing another kiss to Quinn's lips.
Quinn breathed a sigh of relief before they heard the Berry men called out for Rachel from the bottom of the stairs. She followed the diva down the stairs and beamed as she requested the blonde to help her attach the charm bracelet around her wrist.
It didn't take the soccer player long after the Berry's had left to slip into her new Batman t-shirt and dive into her bed with butterflies in her stomach; or maybe she was just overly excited and filled with emotions that the Christmas feast was seeking revenge. Either way, Quinn made a mental note that this Christmas was one she would never forget.
(A/N: So, second Faberry fight... what'd you all think? Hormones are fun and completely random, don't you agree? SO! Your assignment for the next chapter is!:
1. Date ideas?
2. If the Doctor visit should entail another enjoyable Faberry fight?
[This next one is not for the next chapter]
1. I'm thinking of introducing Russell and Shelby because adding more drama and stress should just happen. So, what do you all think about those ideas?
Until next time my friends! *waves*
Ps. Guys, you must seriously read this because it's very important:
I feel as if my writing has changed considerably from a lot of descriptive paragraphs to mostly conversational and I'm feeling uneasy about it. PLEASE tell me what you think; are my chapters still good or are they lacking?
I am also going through a lot of block at the moment; things at home are getting stressful because I don't really do much and my parents are hating on me for not working... I would be working if someone freaking hired me so I really don't know why I am getting the blame...
And; from the last chapter, if you wanna have a live chat with me and my beta I'd be down with it. You can see how we Aussie's get our fanfic on... It'll probably horrible and filled with many swears because I swear like a sailor.
SO, let me know guys about the writing style and stuff because it's really eating at me and about the live chat because I wouldn't mind speaking to you guys because with out you this story wouldn't have made it past chapter one probably.)