A/N ~ Established Faberrittana relationship / Contains adult themes including age play between adults, consensual spanking, domestic discipline, sex and adult fantasies

Glee and its characters do not belong to me.

Chapter 11

Quinn was still awake hours after Brittany had cried herself to sleep, and Santana had given in to sheer exhaustion. It was her guilt that kept her awake in the dark. She had suggested age play as a way to give Rachel the experience of a loving mother. The arrangement had benefited Quinn as well. She had loved being mommy and focusing her attention on her little family. It wasn't supposed to destroy everything they had worked so hard to build; love, trust, and acceptance.

She listened to her girlfriends' even breathing, and wondered if Rachel was asleep or awake. It was killing her not to just burst in the room and claim the diva as her own. The thought of it made her cringe. It would be too much like bullying. Rachel had asked for space, she would give it to her no matter how hard it was to do nothing.

Sighing, she carefully got up to go make coffee and build a fire. It was getting impossible to lie still any longer. Quinn felt like she was on the verge of losing everything. She hadn't felt like this since her parent's threw her out of her home. The fear was driving her crazy.

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Rachel found herself awake at the first crack of light dawn. She felt an electric current of anxiety run through her body at waking up in the bed alone. Then she remembered last night. It wasn't just a bad dream. Rachel had dismissed her girlfriends, and slept in the guest room alone. She leaned over and picked up her cell phone. She had slept less than two hours. No wonder she felt so awful. All this excess emotional energy was making her anxious and panicky. Rachel decided to try to go for a run to clear her mind, and calm her nerves. She got up and suddenly realized all her exercise clothes were in the other room. The tiny brunette changed back into the clothes she wore last night, and quietly walked downstairs.

She hesitated on the stairs when she smelled coffee brewing. It had to be Quinn. Santana and Brittany could sleep through anything, let alone being upset. It was usually her and Quinn who struggled to sleep when things were off kilter.

Trying to decide if she should just turn around and hide in the guestroom, she waited too long. Quinn walked out of the kitchen with a mug of freshly brewed coffee in her hand. Rachel noticed how distressed Quinn looked. She hadn't put her contacts in, so she had her glasses on. Her eyes had dark circles, and were red and puffy. Her normal pale complexion looked almost sallow. Quinn looked exhausted. It irritated Rachel that the girl was still beyond beautiful despite her exhaustion. She had gotten a quick look at her face in the bathroom, and she looked as bad as she felt.

Quinn looked up and a ghost of a smile flickered over her full lips, "Morning, Rachel," she said almost too softly to be heard.

"Good morning to you as well, Quinn," Rachel answered in a pleasant tone as if nothing had happened yesterday. She looked away quickly when she saw the blonde's eyebrow shoot towards her hairline. Rachel hadn't meant to go overboard, but subtlety was never her thing.

The blonde frowned at the overly courteous greeting, and the fake smile plastered on Rachel's face, "There's fresh coffee in the kitchen," she nodded towards the room. She was trying to be polite, but play it cool. It was Rachel's move today, not hers. Besides she had too much pride to beg Rachel for forgiveness when she wasn't even sure what she had done wrong.

"Thank you, Quinn. That sounds delightful," Rachel said less enthusiastically. She wondered why she was acting this way. This was Quinn Fabray for heaven's sake. One of the women she loved. Rachel knew she owed her girlfriend an apology for what she had said to her last night. It had been mean-spirited and hateful, and she had watched as the hurt had washed over Quinn's beautiful face and eyes last night. Rachel wished she understood why she had blown up at everyone. Walking into the kitchen, she poured a cup of coffee and sat at the table. She would hide in the kitchen alone for a while to think. She knew Quinn well enough to know she would be left alone.

Quinn watched Rachel as she made her way to the small kitchen. She knew the girl would hide in there until she felt ready to talk. In a way, Quinn was relieved. This conversation needed to happen with all four of them present, not just her and Rachel. It was too big for her to handle alone.

She sighed unhappily, and sat down cross legged on the floor to build a fire, and sip her cooling coffee. Quinn loved fires. It was mesmerizing to watch the flames licking the logs. It calmed her, and she slowly sank into a state of meditation sitting on the floor in front of the fire.

Quinn had no idea how long she had sat there staring, but it must have been awhile. Her coffee was ice cold, her legs had fallen asleep, and she could hear the shower running upstairs. Brittany and Santana must be awake. She felt nervous again realizing that when they came downstairs it would be time to talk. She knew Santana would have it no other way. Soon enough they would find out if Rachel was breaking up with them. It was breaking her heart.

She got up gingerly, slapping the side of her thighs trying to get her blood circulating. Pins and needles were prickling all up and down her legs, and it was uncomfortable. Quinn looked up and smiled sheepishly when she heard Brittany call out to her from the top of the stairs.

"Hi, Quinn! Is Rachel down there?"

"She's in the kitchen, B."

The tall blonde smiled sadly, and walked slowly down the stairs. Quinn limped over and kissed her sweetly. A sad Brittany was too much to bear this morning.

"Are you ok, Quinn?" Brittany asked, concerned with the sight of her girlfriend limping.

Quinn laughed and shrugged, "I'm fine. I just sat on the cold hard floor too long. My legs fell asleep."

Brittany grinned back and shook her head amused at her girlfriends' antics when Quinn started slapping and shaking her legs again.

"Is San awake too?"

"She's brushing her teeth and getting dressed. She said for me to make coffee, and she'd be down in a few minutes."

"How was she? I'm afraid she's going to confront Rachel. You know how they both get when they feel like their backs are against the wall."

Brittany nodded solemnly, "San gets angry and Rae gets defensive, and everyone winds up crying."

Quinn pulled Brittany into her arms and kissed her forehead gently, "Well, we will just have to make sure that doesn't happen then, won't we?"

"We should probably make sure there is plenty of hot coffee. We want to get this discussion off to a good start, and S needs coffee badly."

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Half an hour later, everyone was still sitting around the table drinking coffee in silence. Santana was clearly pissed off but showing a great deal of restraint. Rachel was practically squirming in her chair, clearly feeling agitated. Brittany and Quinn kept looking between the two brunettes like they were watching a tennis match. They were waiting for someone to make the first move, and cause a blowup. No one seemed inclined to do that.

Quinn's hazel eyes silently pleaded with Brittany. They were asking her to do something, anything.

Brittany nodded imperceptibly, she cleared her throat and all the girls turned to look at her, "Rae, why were you so mad yesterday?"

There it was, out in the open now. Rachel looked like a deer in the headlights. Her soft brown eyes went big and wide. Santana actually felt her heart clench in sympathy at the fear and panic she saw cross her youngest girlfriend's face. Instantly her anger was gone, and was replaced with compassion.

"Rachel, mi estrella?" Santana said soft and low, "you scared us last night. We just want to understand. What's going on baby girl? Please talk to us."

Rachel sat down her coffee cup, and pushed it into the middle of the table. She cradled her head in her hands, "I'm so sorry to all of you, but especially you Quinn. I am so sorry for the terrible things I said to you last night. It was reprehensible. Then I threw a stupid tantrum and brought up the past all over again. I used it to hurt you. After we all swore we would never bring up the past again. I have forgiven you all for sophomore and junior year. I had no right to try to hurt you all like that. I'm so sorry," she sobbed brokenly.

Quinn wiped away big, fat tears that were rolling down her cheeks, "Why, Rachel? Why did you say those things? What happened? Whatever I did, I'm sorry," she choked out.

"Oh Quinn…." Rachel looked up to see her girlfriend falling apart, "Oh honey, you didn't do anything. It was all my fault, not yours."

Santana reached over and took Quinn's hands in her own, and Brittany did the same to Rachel. They were all in terrible pain, but Rachel and Quinn seemed to be bearing the brunt of it.

Brittany rubbed her thumbs over Rachel's hands lovingly, "Rae, we were playing and we found Quinn and Santana naked on the couch together. That's when things changed. What happened then? Maybe if we start slow, we can all figure out what happened."

Rachel nodded but kept sobbing. She was trying to slow her breathing, "At first I was just like any child who had caught their parents having sex. It was confusing and upsetting. Then I was jealous. It was kind of funny in a very bizarre way. I was jealous of you San for sleeping with mommy. Then I was jealous of you Quinn for sleeping with my mama. I can tell you it was definitely weird and creepy. I have no idea how young children survive mentally intact seeing their parents in compromising positions. It's traumatizing, I tell you."

Santana snorted, it was so typically Berry to go off on a tangent in the middle of a nervous breakdown.

Brittany grinned widely; she loved this innocent, child-like side of Rachel. It was so endearing, "Rae honey, what happened then, what changed?"

"It was like a light switch flipped. All of a sudden, I wasn't little Rachie anymore. I was a very grown up Rachel Berry sitting on the floor pretending to be a child, pretending you are my mothers. All because I'm such a loser, I can't get over Shelby's abandonment," the diva shook her head as if trying to clear it of bad memories.

"I tried to let it go, I swear I tried but I just couldn't. I mean mother cats instinctually love their babies. All animals in nature do, I don't understand why Shelby didn't want me. It must be something wrong with me. She must have seen the real me. What kind of mother can't love their own child? It nearly destroyed you when you gave up Beth," Rachel waved vaguely in Quinn's direction getting even more worked up.

She continued, "Shelby sought me out, she wanted me, you all know that. Quinn was there with me when I realized she was my mom. She wanted me until she met me. It was awful when she turned me away. I don't think I've ever felt such pain. I kept trying to figure out why she didn't want me. Then it came to me. I realized I really am the loser everyone thinks I am. I really am the loser you all thought I was freshman year. That's why people bully me, that's why Shelby wanted Beth and not me. I'm a nothing, a loser. I deserve to be McKinley High's #1 loser and slushy queen. I'm not worth loving. It's as clear as day," Rachel's voice trailed off sadly as she rubbed a nonexistent spot on the kitchen table with her thumb.

Santana looked around the table. She could see Quinn and Brittany were as shocked as she was. Everyone was speechless. Santana's feelings were warring within her. She was sad for Rachel, and angry with Shelby.

Rachel cleared her throat and continued, "Last night, I realized I was just holding you three back. I am no good for you. I'll only drag you down with me. I've already got all of you doing this age play thing because I just am unable to come to grips with the fact that my mother is just not ever going to love me. When we had this incredible Christmas, the first I've ever experienced with as a child with loving mothers, it was amazing. Then I found myself hurting inside so badly knowing it wasn't real, and it could never be real. I started thinking of all the wonderful experiences girls have with their mothers. I was never going to experience them, because my mother can't love me. She can love Beth! She is going to share all those experiences with Beth! So clearly it isn't the fact that she doesn't want a daughter. It must be me. It has to be me, it's the only explanation. I made me so angry, and so filled with pain," she slammed her hand down flat on the table startling everyone.

Rachel looked up, her watery brown eyes filled with anguish, "I was watching the three of you at the fair last night, when you didn't know I was watching. You three complement each other. The way people watched you as you walked around. You are all so unaware of how your beauty affects the people around you. The way you all stand out in a crowd. The only time I've ever stood out anywhere was when I was singing or throwing a tantrum. The only way I affect anyone is when I'm irritating them. Can't you see? I am the ugly duckling in a relationship with three beautiful swans. You all deserve better than a woman stuck in a past she can't get over. I just can't take it anymore. I knew I had to break up with all of you. All of you will be better off without me holding you back," she hung her head weeping openly.

Everyone was shocked into silence. The three cheerleaders sat at the table with their mouths hanging open as Rachel sobbed quietly. That was until Brittany gathered her thoughts quicker than her girlfriends, and she was angry, very angry, "Rachel Barbra Berry! Of all the nonsense I've ever heard in all my life!"

All eyes snapped towards the furious blonde woman. Brittany stood up quickly, the chair she was sitting on screeched across the wooden floor. She was pacing back and forth mumbling to herself.

Rachel was shocked out of her tears and self-pity. Quinn and Santana were staring at Brittany as if she had lost her mind. None of her girlfriends had ever seen the gentle young woman this angry. San spoke first, "Britt, babe, what are you so worked up about?"

She stopped pacing and turned to stare at them amazed, "How are you two not upset and angry? Rachel just broke up with us because for our own good?" she used air quoted at the last part, "I never heard such nonsense; she's an ugly duckling, she doesn't stand out in a crowd, she's holding us back? Ughhhh!" she threw her arms up in the air and started pacing again.

Quinn looked at Rachel, "Do you think I'm a loser too?"

"What? No, of course not? How could you ask such a thing?"

"The age play was my idea. I got just as much out of it as you did. Why are you a loser for needing it, but I'm not?"

"It's not the same thing, Quinn."

"It's exactly the same thing Rachel. I wanted, needed to be a mommy as much as you needed to be a child."

Santana started to understand Brittany's upset, "So, Rachel… in all your wisdom you decided for all of us, once again I might add, to make life altering decisions for all of us? You decide you aren't good enough for us, and then throw a huge tantrum without even telling us the truth? We've discussed this before, your tantrums, haven't we?"

Rachel swallowed heavily. They had indeed discussed her tantrums a few times, most of them over Santana or Quinn's lap. She tried not to blush. Somehow this conversation had taken a very unexpected and uncomfortable turn.

"I was just trying to do what I felt was best, because I love you all so much," Rachel blurted out awkwardly.

Quinn was more hurt than angry but it was hard to tell with her sometimes, "Oh for God's sake, Rachel! No one doubts your intentions. We all know your harebrained schemes are hatched with the best of intentions; it's your actions Rachel! You don't think about consequences, ever!" She got up and ran out of the room crying.

"But, Quinn…." Rachel yelled after her fleeing girlfriend, "I'm sorry," she finished softly. She started blubbering in a most unattractive manner. She had tears and her nose running down her face, "I… just…really…love…" her voice was hitching as was her breathing.

Santana sighed and stood up. She walked into the small bathroom off the kitchen. She came back with some tissue. She leaned over towards Rachel and held her upset girl's chin in her hand. She carefully wiped the tear tracks from her cheeks. She held another tissue to her nose, "Come on now, sweetheart blow your nose," she said gently.

Brittany looked over Rachel's head, her crystal blue orbs holding Santana's. All the anger drained out of her seeing the tiny brunette's utter despair. She nodded her head towards Quinn, and Santana nodded imperceptibly. She would handle Rachel. Britt would go care for Quinn.

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Brittany found Quinn in the bedroom. She was lying on top of the bed curled up on her side crying softly. The tall blonde stood in the doorway, her heart breaking for Quinn. She knew she was taking what Rachel said in the kitchen to heart. Brittany knew that Quinn still ached for the pain her bullying had caused Rachel. She knew that Quinn still bled over the loss of Beth. Most of all, Brittany understood just how difficult it still was for Quinn to appear vulnerable to anyone, even her girlfriends.

Quinn felt shattered. To sit there and hear Rachel denigrate herself and the age play had hit Quinn hard. None of them took the age play as a lark, but it was important to Quinn to be the mommy. It had brought her a sense of peace and happiness she hadn't felt since she had given Beth to Shelby. Rachel had just ripped the rug out from all of them, most especially Quinn. She felt ashamed of needing to be a mommy. She had never felt anything was wrong with it before, but Rachel had managed to not only make it seem wrong, but tainted almost.

Brittany slowly walked over to sit on the bed. She curled up behind Quinn, and snuggled into her back. She gently brushed the hair out of Quinn's face, "Now don't go listening to Rachel. You know she gets all dramatic about everything."

Quinn just kept crying softly.

Brittany sighed, "Sometimes I get so mad at her. She never thinks things through. I don't know if she'll ever get over the habit of thinking of herself first."

"I'm not sure that's entirely fair, Britt. I was brutal to her freshman year," Quinn started only to be interrupted by Brittany.

"We all were, and we've all apologized more than once. Not only that, Quinn but we've made it up to her more than once," she scolded gently.

"I know she's forgiven us, but I can't help but feel badly when I remember it was because of me that she was constantly harassed, tortured, and slushied until she had no confidence left at all."

Brittany started to giggle, and it broke into peals of laughter. Quinn turned in Brittany's arms to stare at her as if she lost her mind. It made Brittany laugh even harder, "Oh, Quinn! Rachel is many things, but lacking in confidence has never been one of them."

Quinn smiled softly at her lovely girlfriend, and shook her head at her antics. Brittany used her thumbs to wipe the tears from Quinn's eyes, "Quinnie you always take things so hard. This is about what Shelby has done to Rachel not us. I was much luckier than all of you; I actually had two parents who loved me to death, not like you or San. I know Rachel had two loving fathers', but not having a mother messed her up."

"I don't agree, Britt. It was Shelby's abandonment that messed her up. Before she turned away from Rachel in favor of Beth, having a mother was a beautiful dream for Rachel, nothing more. It was the reality of Shelby's cruel and callous behavior that did her in. It scares me for Beth's future, seeing how cold Shelby acted towards Rachel."

Britt nodded, "I can see why you would be upset. It was super mean of Shelby. I don't understand how she could not want Rachel. She's such a wonderful person, so loyal, so loving. It's Shelby's loss."

"Well, get Rachel to believe it," Quinn snuggled closer to Brittany. She snuggled up into her chest, loving the feel and smell of her girlfriend. It was so comforting.

"We will get her to believe it, because it's true. That's why what we've been doing isn't embarrassing or shameful or anything bad at all. It was helping her, and it was helping you. It was good for all of us. I wanted to keep doing it when we got back to Lima," she said disappointedly.

"So did I," Quinn whispered into Brittany's chest, smiling when she felt the tall blonde wrap her arms tighter around her.

"Quinnie, do me big favor?" Brittany kissed the top of the other blonde's head.

"I'd do anything for you, sweetheart. You know that."

"Don't let what Rachel said make you feel ashamed. None of us have done anything wrong. Don't let yourself get all depressed like you were at the beginning of the year, please?"

"I promise, sweetheart."

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Santana had pulled Rachel out of her seat, and into her lap. She held the tiny diva and comforted her. She had initially been furious that Rachel had once again acted impulsively and overdramatically once again. She was still upset that Rachel had been so hurtful towards Quinn; they all knew how hard the blonde took these things.

"Rachel? Do you really think we all treat you like a child?"

Rachel cried harder into Santana's shoulder, "No, not really. I was hurt, and angry. I never should have said those things to all of you, especially Quinn. I don't know how to make it up to her."

"You apologize, and tell her you love her. You've accepted our apology for the things we used to say to you that were much worse than what you said."

"You really think she'll understand and forgive me?" She lifted her head from Santana's shoulder and looked so hopeful the Latina had to swallow the lump that instantly formed in her throat.

"You know she will mi amor."

Santana felt Rachel shrug petulantly. The older brunette tried not to chuckle at Rachel's childish behavior, she was such a spoiled little brat sometimes. They blamed the Berry men for that, God knows she had tried to curb her impetuous behavior.

She had been holding and rocking a silent Rachel for so long, Santana thought she must have fallen asleep.

"San?" Rachel said almost too softly to be heard.

Santana hummed into Rachel's thick hair, "Hmmmm?"

"Am I in trouble?"

The older brunette smiled softly, "Do you think you should be in trouble, love?"

"I don't want to be," she said muffling her voice in Santana's chest. She was wiggling uncomfortably thinking of the likely punishment for her bad behavior, "but I think I will be," she pulled back and looked at Santana with big, innocent, cow eyes.

Santana laughed at loud, "Oh really, Rachel? Do you really think your pouting is going to save you? I'm immune to it you know? It probably still works on Q and B though," she was beyond amused at Rachel trying to charm her way out of a bottom warming. Santana could see why she had her fathers' wrapped around her little finger. If truth be told, she wasn't completely immune to Rachel's charms. It took everything in her not to indulge the diva in every way possible. The young singer had wormed her way under all their skins. It was why the thought of losing her was so hard on everyone.

Rachel just grumbled childishly, she hated being in trouble. She never could understand why she just jumped into action with both feet, without thinking. It was what always what got her into trouble. She cursed herself for her stupidity. Why didn't she just talk to her girlfriends' when her pain over Shelby got too great to bear alone?

"Rachel? Do you really think we should be ashamed of what we've all been doing this week?"

"I don't really know, San. I'm so confused. I feel like I should be ashamed because I want it so badly."

She sat Rachel upright and set her on the seat next to her. She took both her hands in her own tan ones, and forced her girlfriend to look her in the eye, "I'm not ashamed of anything we've done. I have to be honest with you, I was worried about this bringing up a lot of stuffed feelings you and Quinn might be carrying around inside. I hate that I was fucking right about that," she sighed sadly, "Shelby denied you something so basic, mi pequeña estrella. Of course you wanted it. The only shame in this situation is Shelby's. I could kick her shapely ass for treating you the way she did. I don't care what you believe, but you know I wouldn't lie to you. This is her shame, and her loss. She doesn't deserve you. You will never again be unwanted Rachel. You have the three of us who cannot live without you. No matter how big a pain in the ass you can be," she laughed to soften her words.

Rachel laughed through her tears, "I thought you only went along with this for me and Quinn?"

"At first," Santana said honestly, "but now I can't tell you how much I love being little Rachie's mama and little Britt's mama. I know what it means to Quinn as well, but you've made her ashamed of herself for wanting it as badly as you do. We have to fix that."

Rachel swallowed, "you still want to be Rachie's mama?" she asked hopefully.

"With all my heart, just like I want to be adult Rachel's girlfriend."

Rachel took a deep breathe, and stood up, "I broke us, I'll fix us. I promise."

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Brittany was still holding Quinn, "Come on, Q. Let's go downstairs and snuggle up on the couch in front of the fire. We only have a few more days here alone together before we have to go back to the real world. I don't want to waste even one moment together with my girls."

Before Quinn had a chance to answer, there was a knock at the door. The two blondes looked up quickly, rather shocked to see Rachel standing in the doorway.

"Britt, do you mind if I talk to Quinn for a few minutes?" She asked sheepishly.

The tall blonde kissed Quinn on the top of her head, and got up off the bed, "No of course not, honey," she kissed Rachel's cheek as she walked out of the bedroom, "love you, Rae."

"I love you too, Britt. I'm sorry I hurt you."

Brittany nodded, gesturing towards the bed, "She needs you, Rae."

"I know," Rachel walked slowly towards the bed, unsure of how to continue. She sat down gingerly on the side of the bed facing Quinn. She was biting her lip nervously, "You know I don't believe in half measures. I try to do everything to the very best of my ability. I always go overboard about everything. I guess that includes screwing up as well."

A ghost of a smile crossed Quinn's lips, giving Rachel encouragement to continue, "I'm sorry, baby. I am so so sorry. I'm not ashamed of the family we've built together. I love you being my little Rachie's mommy."

"Then why did you say you were? Why did you make us all feel ashamed about it?" Quinn said angrily.

"It's like I told Santana. I wasn't ashamed of what we were doing. I felt ashamed that I needed it so badly. I was wrong. Everything we've done has been out of love. I need you, Quinn. Little Rachie needs her mommy. Please don't leave me. No matter how awful I can be, and I know I am awful sometimes. Please forgive me?" She started to sob brokenly again.

Quinn finally couldn't bear the pain she could see in her girlfriend, "I do forgive you, Rachel. God knows you've forgiven me for enough. I'm still angry with you though. I was so hurt yesterday and all night last night when I thought we'd lost you."

"I almost died in that room all alone. I knew I'd made a terrible mistake, but you know me. I have a hard time admitting when I've done anything wrong. I'm afraid I've once again made a terrible mess out of everything. I'm pretty sure I'll be sleeping on my stomach tonight once again," she appeared to be joking but she was wringing her hands together nervously.

"So you still want to do this? You really do? You're not just saying it because you think it's what I want?"

"I'm hoping you still want it as much as I do, Quinn. I want my little family back. I want both my mothers' and my little sister. I promise I'll try to talk about my feelings when it gets painful again."

Quinn sniffed, and stood up. She took Rachel by the hand, "Come on, let's go downstairs. None of us got any sleep at all last night. We can all cuddle in front of the fire, and just try to get through today intact."

Rachel stopped her, and pulled Quinn into her arms, "I didn't mean any of those things I said to you. I was hurting and I lashed out. I'm so sorry. I love you all so much, but I'm so ashamed I hurt you the way I did. I can't promise I'll never do it again, but I can promise to try."

"We all make mistakes, Rach. We are all human. It's hard enough to have a healthy relationship with one girlfriend, let alone three. We'll get through this the way we always do; together. I'm angry with you, but I still love you and I always will."

The two made their way downstairs hand in hand. They were met at the bottom of the stairs by Brittany and Santana.

"So, can we try to get through the rest of this day without any more fucking drama?" Santana said in her own inimitable style.

Brittany laughed, "I just want to cuddle up with my girls and be lazy in front of the fire until it's time for bed. I'm exhausted. All this crying and talking has left me beat."

Rachel made her way over to Santana, "About my punishment?"

"Let's just enjoy the day like Britt suggested. We'll worry about it before bedtime, ok mi amor?"

The diva grimaced; she hated waiting to be spanked, "Of course, San."

"I found a bunch of movies in the cupboard when I was putting things away. Anyone up for movies and popcorn?"

Everyone agreed with Quinn's suggestion. They were just all happy they were still girlfriends', but more importantly they still had their little family intact.

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To be continued…less angst, more fluff next chapter.