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Take Me As I Am

Chapter 11

By JewWitch

Quinn was close. Very, very close…closer, in fact, to an actual, for-real, earth-shattering orgasm than she had ever been in her young life. Rachel's talented fingers were delicately tracing the soft swells of Quinn's breasts (delicately, because they'd quickly discovered that her pregnancy hormones made them unusually sensitive and tender, and Rachel didn't want to hurt her with over-enthusiasm). Quinn was gasping and babbling incoherently (which Rachel found both super-hot and utterly adorable), when a knock on the bedroom door made them both freeze. Quinn's expression was mortified, while Rachel's was livid.

"Go away, we're busy!" Rachel yelled, immediately turning her attention back to the trembling, half-naked girl in her arms.

"Rachel!" Quinn hissed. "Don't talk to your dad that way!" The dark-haired girl rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's flustered expression.

"Sorry kids, you're gonna have to get un-busy for a minute," Jacob's voice called through the door, which thankfully was locked. "Santana's on the phone for Quinn, and she says it's urgent." Now it was Quinn's turn to roll her eyes.

"Thanks Dad," Rachel called, reluctantly pulling away from Quinn's warm skin and reaching for her shirt, then tossing the phone to her girlfriend, who glared at it like it had just told her there was a worldwide chocolate ice cream shortage going into effect.

"This had better be a fucking emergency," the blonde girl growled into the phone, pulling her own shirt over her head awkwardly.

"Sorry, mija. Were you getting lucky?" Santana teased, and Quinn could practically hear her frat-boy smirk through the phone line.

"I am going to murder you in your sleep, Santi," Quinn snapped, making the Latina girl chuckle even more, which infuriated Quinn until she heard the sound of a smack, followed by Santana's squeal of "Ouch! Brit!" through the phone.

"Okay, okay, sorry Quinn. I just thought you'd want to know that your sister's on her way over to see you."

"Wh…what?"

"You know, your sister, Grace? Blonde hair, about 5'6", looks exactly like you plus seven or eight years?"

"But how…how do you…" Quinn stuttered, her face rapidly draining of color. Rachel took the phone from her limp hand.

"Santana? What the hell did you say to Quinn?" Rachel demanded, looking at her girlfriend as if afraid she might pass out any second.

"Dude, don't kill the messenger!" Santana exclaimed indignantly. "I'm just trying to give you guys a heads' up. Quinn's sister called here looking for her a little while ago, and I'm pretty sure she's on her way over to your house right now. So, um, you might wanna make sure you're both wearing underwear and everything." Rachel took a long, slow, deep breath while Santana continued to snicker.

"Thank you very much for the warning," Rachel said coolly. "I'll try to make sure Quinn doesn't murder you in your sleep. How long ago did she call?" But before Santana could answer, they all heard the doorbell. Rachel looked at Quinn, her face an unreadable mask. "Bye Santana," the singer squeaked, hanging up the phone without waiting for a response. "Quinn? Are you gonna be okay?"

Quinn just kept staring at the bedroom door with her mouth half-open, white-faced. She didn't look at Rachel, or say a word. "Quinn?" Rachel tried again anxiously, gently shaking her shoulder. "C'mon, say something baby. Tell me what you need right now. I'll do whatever you want, okay?"

"I…I…uh…" Before Quinn could manage to form a sentence, there was another knock on the door.

"Quinn, honey, you have a visitor," Jacob's voice said gently from the other side of the door. "Do you want to come down?" Quinn's hand squeezed Rachel's painfully, and she finally snapped out of her blank stare, turning to look into her girlfriend's dark brown eyes with her confused, frightened hazel ones.

"You'll come down with me?" She asked faintly.

"Of course I will," Rachel nodded, relieved that Quinn wanted her there and had recovered her powers of speech. "Okay, Dad, we'll be down in a minute!" she yelled. After Jacob's footsteps retreated down the hall, the two girls looked at each other anxiously for a moment.

"We should probably put our bras back on," Quinn remarked out of nowhere. Rachel bit back a satisfied smirk.

Five minutes later, they came downstairs hand in hand, hearing the soft rise and fall of polite voices coming from the living room. Rachel's eyes widened when she saw Quinn's sister sitting on the loveseat; the woman was practically a carbon copy of her girlfriend, like someone had made a clone of Quinn and then hit the fast-forward button a few years. Her hair was a few shades lighter, and her eyes were blue, not hazel; but other than that, they were practically twins. Same delicate cheekbones, same cute little nose, same flawless skin. The only real distinguishing feature Quinn had (beside her hazel eyes, which Rachel found far more compelling than boring old blue) was her protruding baby bump, which Rachel noticed the other woman's eyes going to haughtily as soon as they walked in the room. It made the dark-haired singer bristle.

"Hi, Quinnie," Grace said softly, forcing a polite smile onto her face that looked more like a grimace. "Merry Christmas." Quinn didn't say anything. Michael cleared his throat, and nudged his husband with his foot. Jacob took the hint and stood up.

"Grace, I don't know if you've met our daughter Rachel," he said graciously, going over to the two girls standing in the doorway and steering them toward the empty end of the l-shaped couch.

"No, I don't think so. It's nice to meet you, Rachel. I'm so grateful to you for looking after my sister." That part, at least, sounded sincere.

"You don't have to thank us," Rachel shrugged, lacing her fingers together with Quinn's again. The blonde girl's hand was cold, her palm damp with sweat. "We love her." The older blonde's eyes hardened slightly at that, and there was another awkward silence.

"Well…" Jacob cleared his throat politely. "We'll just leave you two to talk. Grace, can I offer you anything? Coffee?"

"No thank you." Jacob nodded, and stood to go, glancing from his husband to his daughter. Rachel felt Quinn's fingers tighten around her own.

"I want Rachel to stay," the blonde girl said firmly, the first words she'd spoken.

"Quinn, please, let's talk alone for a minute," Grace replied, her stiff expression melting a little to reveal a much more human look of concern. Quinn looked from her sister, to her girlfriend, to the two men who she'd come to love as fathers. She sighed wearily.

"Fine."

"Are you sure?" Rachel asked quietly, putting her lips very close to Quinn's ear. Grace didn't miss the intimate way they were sitting and speaking with each other.

"Yeah. It's okay, Rach. I'll call if I need you."

"Okay, sunshine," Rachel smiled bravely, giving Quinn a chaste kiss on the cheek before she got up and walked out of the room between her dads, giving her girlfriend one final backwards glance as she left, with a small smile of encouragement. It calmed the wriggling worms in Quinn's stomach, but only a little. She rested a hand on her baby bump out of habit, unconsciously soothing herself and the baby.

"So…" Quinn said stiffly when the two blondes were finally alone in the room. "To what do I owe the honor of your presence?"

"Oh, Quinnie," Grace sighed, crossing from the loveseat to the couch and throwing her arms around her little sister. "I've missed you so much…"

"You missed me?" Quinn demanded, pushing her sister away as her hazel eyes welled up with angry tears. "Where the hell were you, Grace? I called you like twenty times when Daddy kicked me out!"

"I know, sweetie. I'm so sorry. Daddy called me too, and he said I wasn't allowed to talk to you, or take you in…"

"You weren't allowed to talk to me?" Quinn repeated incredulously. "You're twenty-three years old, Grace! You're a freaking adult!"

"I know, Quinnie. I'm sorry, okay? I was just scared…and he was so angry…and, you know, it was all such a shock. I mean, you were president of the Celibacy Club! And now I find out that the baby isn't even Finn's…"

"Did you really come here to tell me what a huge disappointment I am?" Quinn asked angrily, folding her arms stiffly across her chest. "Because if so, you can save your breath. I've already been humiliated enough, and I can assure you, this is never gonna happen again." She almost had to bite down an ironic smirk as she said this last part. Nope, unprotected sex with boys was definitely not gonna be an issue for Quinn anymore.

"No, no— I'm not here to judge you. You made a mistake, and you know that; but Jesus forgives us our sins when we confess to him. You're a good girl, Quinnie; you always were. I know there's still a place for you in God's kingdom. That's why I want you to come home with me." Grace reached out and tried to take her sister's hand, while Quinn just stared at her, dumbfounded.

"So…you don't care about making Daddy mad anymore?"

"There are more important things in this world than our father's pride, Quinn. You have a baby on the way…and she doesn't deserve to be born in a house of sin." Quinn bristled and pulled her hand back.

"You mean, in this house? With the Berrys?"

"I'm not blaming you, Quinnie. I'm not. You're sixteen, you had nowhere else to go, you were desperate. I'm ashamed that I didn't bring you home with me sooner. But I'm here now, baby bug. You don't have to stay in this house another minute."

Quinn stood up, glaring at her sister incredulously. "No thank you," she said in a quiet, steely tone.

"Quinn, you need to listen to me. I'm your sister, your family. And when the baby comes…"

"What, Grace? What do you think is gonna happen when the baby comes?" Quinn demanded, starting to pace around the room in agitation. It didn't help that half her brain was still hopelessly preoccupied with the interrupted makeout session she and Rachel had been having upstairs…her body was still thrumming, her nipples were still hard, and she still felt the wet pulse of raw need between her legs. She wondered, in the back of her mind, how long they'd have to talk to Rachel's dads after her sister left before they could get back to what they'd been doing, because this was excruciating.

"Listen, Quinn, I didn't want to tell you like this, but…Mark and I can't…" Grace closed her eyes, her face steeling with resolve just like Quinn's did when she had to confront something difficult. In reality, they were both much stronger young women than their domineering father would've liked. "We can't have a baby of our own. We've been trying for almost a year, and we finally got some tests, and…it's not possible."

"Oh." Quinn blinked, some of her hormonal fury beginning to drain away. "Oh, Grace…I'm sorry."

"But don't you see, Quinnie? This is God giving us all a second chance. You get another chance to be a kid, and have a normal life…and I get another chance to be a mom."

"You…you want me to give you my baby?" Quinn gaped incredulously.

"It's the only way, Quinn. If you give her up for adoption, you'll never know if she's with a good Christian family; you'll never see her grow up. And if you keep her, your life will be ruined. This is part of God's plan, I know it is." Quinn shook her head, a million different reactions flashing through her mind at once.

"And some day…if she comes to you and tells you she's gay? What will you do, Grace? Will you hit her in the face and tell her she's going to hell?" The beaming smile slowly melted off the older Fabray's face.

"I thought you forgot about that a long time ago," she said quietly.

"I didn't forget," Quinn shook her head slowly. "You can't just make someone forget that they're gay."

"You're not gay!" Grace shouted, her face flushing crimson.

"Yes I am," Quinn said quietly, with a small, sad smile. "It doesn't matter how much you yell and scream, Gracie. You can't change who I am. This is the way God made me."

"Don't you dare say that!" Grace hissed, and Quinn thought her sister was going to slap her again, just like the last time they had had a conversation like this, all those years ago. But instead, Grace just grabbed her little sister by the wrist, and started dragging her towards the door.

"Grace! What are you doing?" Quinn demanded, struggling to free herself from her sister's iron grip.

"We're leaving. I'm saving you, Quinn. This house is poison!" The older Fabray continued to pull on her sister's arm, dragging her across the carpet as Quinn struggled in the opposite direction.

"No! Stop it, Grace! Let me go! Let me go!" Quinn's heart started to pound with panic; the blood rushing in her ears made it hard to hear the sound of footsteps entering the room behind her.

"Take your hands off her!" Rachel shrieked, forcibly removing Grace's fingers from around Quinn's wrist so the younger blonde could yank her arm back from her sister's grip. Immediately, Quinn took several steps back, until she was shielded behind Jacob and Michael. Rachel ran to her side, and the two girls clung to each other like shipwreck survivors.

"I think you'd better leave now," Michael said evenly, in his deep, commanding baritone. Grace just stared at her sister, who was shaking and crying in the tiny brunette's arms; the same girl Grace had ordered her sister to forget when she was just a little girl.

"Quinn, please," she begged, reaching out her hand one more time. "Please come with me…it's not too late to save your soul." Quinn raised her head from Rachel's hair, and wiped her red eyes on the back of her hand, taking a deep, slow breath.

"I don't need to be saved," the pregnant girl said simply. She watched her sister's sad expression shift to righteous indignation.

"I'll pray for you," Grace said sanctimoniously, then turned and walked out with her chin held high, exactly the way Quinn used to walk down the halls when she was head cheerleader and president of the Celibacy Club. The silence left in her wake rang out in the still room like the aftershocks of an earthquake.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Quinn muttered, breaking the tense silence. Michael and Jacob both laughed—it was so unlike the blonde girl to curse—but Rachel still looked incredibly anxious.

"Baby, are you okay? Did she hurt you? Should we go to the doctor?"

"No, it's okay…I'm okay Rach." Quinn gave her girlfriend a watery smile, as Rachel took her face in her hands and began to gently wipe away her tears. "Thanks for saving me. Again."

"I always will," Rachel swore, leaning in on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to Quinn's lips, not caring for once that her dads were watching. "I love you, Quinn."

"I love you too," Quinn murmured, putting her hands over Rachel's and kissing her back enthusiastically. Jacob cleared his throat pointedly. "Oh, um, sorry," Quinn squeaked, tearing her lips away from Rachel's.

"It's all right, sweetheart. Do you want to talk about it? We really didn't hear anything, though I think I can guess most of it."

"Maybe later…right now, I think I need to go lie down for a while."

"Of course, honey. Go rest. We'll go get some ice cream for sundaes tonight, how does that sound?"

"Awesome," Quinn grinned, feeling Rachel's fingers interlacing with hers.

"Want me to come tuck you in, baby?" Rachel asked innocently, with an inquisitive look that Quinn knew well.

"Please," the pregnant girl nodded, grinning devilishly. Hand in hand, they bounded up the stairs, neither one looking the slightest bit tired.