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Quinn, Beth, and Peter were enjoying lunch together in the dining room of Quinn's recently purchased home.

Quinn took a deep breath; the tension in the room was practically smothering her. Ever since finding out about the time she and Beth had spent with Rachel, Peter was acting extremely distant, and Quinn had been waiting for the inevitable confrontation.

"You would have been completely blown away, Pete, the limo was so big. I am certain everyone that saw us go by was wondering what celebrity could have been riding in such a nice limo. Mommy says Rachel went above and beyond to make lunch special for us, and Mommy is going to get the recipe from Rachel, so maybe you could try it too," Beth said as fast as she could.

They had been home for two weeks and she was still just as excited about the show and the limo as she had been the day they left.

Peter rolled his eyes a little, he had heard more Rachel worshipping over the past two weeks than he cared for, and was beginning to grow tired of it. "You know I don't eat that vegan nonsense, Beth. I probably wouldn't like it."

Beth frowned, a little disappointed in Peter's lack of enthusiasm. "Well, you would love anything Rachel makes she is a wonderful cook, she can make anything. I bet she would come over and cook for us when she comes to Lima. She used to make me vegan waffles every morning when we visited her, and they were always delicious. Sometimes as a special treat, she would actually make real bacon and bring it to Mommy in bed, even though Rachel couldn't stand the smell of the bacon, she did it just for Mommy."

Quinn smiled as the memories of many Sunday mornings with Rachel came back to her. She jumped a little when she heard Peter clear his throat. After glancing over at him and seeing his disapproving stare, she quickly pushed all thoughts of Rachel out of her mind and went back to her meal.

Peter's blood boiled when he looked over and saw a goofy smile plastered on his future wife's face. He pushed his plate away, he'd had enough. "Beth, why don't you go finish putting together that slideshow of pictures from your trip, I'd really like to see it."

Beth's face lit up, and she nodded. She was excited that Peter was finally showing some interest in the most amazing trip to New York City, ever.

Quinn smiled at her daughter before glancing back down at her plate, knowing Peter was only trying to get Beth out of the room so they could have that inevitable discussion she'd been expecting for the past two weeks.

"I'm concerned about allowing Beth to have contact with your ex," he said once Beth had gone upstairs.

"What?" Quinn hadn't been expecting this, she expected him to be upset about her spending time with Rachel, but not Beth. "Why do you think that? I think it will be good for Beth. This is something she wants to do. She and Rachel were extremely close, I haven't seen her this excited since she got that role in The Sound of Music at the community theatre."

"You don't need to tell me how close they used to be, I've been hearing about it for the past two weeks," he snapped, his harsh tone causing Quinn to jump a little.

"Peter, you're overreacting. You've been acting distant since we came home from New York."

"Can you blame me? You leave, assuring me you have no intention of seeing her stupid little show, but you come home with all these stories about dressing rooms and limousines," Peter said, beginning to raise his voice.

"Lower your voice," Quinn demanded, not wanting Beth to hear them arguing.

Peter took a deep breath and nodded. "I'm sorry. I'm just worried about Beth. I don't think Rachel is going to be a good influence on her. I know you've seen the magazines at the grocery store; nothing good is ever written about Rachel. She's either sleeping around or doing various drugs. Do you really want someone like that around Beth?"

"After spending time with her, I know those rumors aren't true. Rachel was kind and polite, she wasn't some drug addicted whore."

"Come on, Quinn, don't be so naïve. She fooled you and lied to you before; don't fall for that again. You need to remember that you pushed her out of you and Beth's lives for a reason."

Quinn thought for a moment, wondering if Peter was right. Maybe all the politeness and loneliness Rachel exhibited during their visit had been just an act. "You might be right, but you might not be, I don't know. But, I do know that Beth wants to be in contact with Rachel, and I can limit it, but I can't deny her that. Please don't fight me on this, Peter. I only want to do what is best for Beth."

"Okay, I understand," Peter said as he pulled Quinn into a warm hug.

"I'm going to get in the shower before heading back to the store," Quinn smiled up at him as she pulled away, and headed up the stairs.

Peter sighed as he began gathering the dishes and bringing them into the kitchen. When he heard Quinn's cell phone go off he jogged across the room, assuming it was Kurt calling about the store. He was surprised when he didn't recognize the number.

"Hello?" he said cautiously into the receiver.

Rachel furrowed her brow, as she sat in the back of her car on the way to the airport. She quickly pulled the phone away from her ear, to insure that she dialed the correct number. She hadn't been expecting a male voice when she called Quinn. "This is Rachel Berry, I was calling to speak with Quinn," she said once she was sure she had dialed correctly.

Peter scowled when he realized who he was talking to and fought hard to resist the urge he had to hang-up on her. "Quinn is unavailable, do you want to leave a message?"

Rachel didn't fail to notice the rude tone the man on the other line had, and she could only assume this charming fellow was Quinn's fiancé. "Yes actually, I would. I promised Beth I would let her know when I was in town, and I wanted to let her and Quinn know I will be arriving in Lima later this evening. I hoped that the three of us would be able to grab lunch while I'm there."

Peter sloppily wrote the message on a piece of scrap paper. "Will do. Have a nice night, Rachel Berry," he said as he hung up the phone, making no attempt to hide his hostility.

He picked up the piece of a paper, and stared at it for a few moments before sighing heavily and heading over to the trashcan. He didn't hesitate, as he crumbled up the message and threw it into the trashcan, before grabbing Quinn's phone again and deleting her calls list. He was not going to let Rachel Berry back into Quinn and Beth's lives.

"Hey," Quinn said as she entered the kitchen, combing out her wet hair, "did I hear my phone ring?"

Peter glanced down to the phone in his hand. "Yeah, it was just Brittany, she pocket-dialed again. All I could hear was a bunch of rustling around, so I just hung up. I had forgotten to look at who was calling before I answered, so I was trying to go through your calls list, and I somehow ended up deleting them. You know how I am with electronics," he said with a smile.

Quinn laughed a little. "Yeah, I know. They aren't your strong suit."

Peter let out a sigh of relief, and pulled Quinn into a hug.

"I'm sorry about all the Rachel talk. I know it makes you uncomfortable. Beth is just really excited about seeing her again," Quinn said as she laid her head against his chest.

"I know, it's just hard to listen to how wonderful Rachel is, when I know how badly she hurt you." Peter pulled away slightly and cupped Quinn's face in his hands. "I would never hurt you like that, you know that, right?"

Quinn smiled. "I know, and please don't worry about Rachel. When she calls, if she even does, we will probably just do lunch or something."

Peter glanced over Quinn's shoulder at the garbage can. "I'm not worried about Rachel at all, I promise you that."