A/N: Sorry for the long delay but I was/am really ill at the moment. Had a fever last week, but now I'm on the road to recovery. Hope you'll still read, after waiting so long for a new part. Next chapter will be dinner with Mama Fabray, hope you like the chapter. Keep reading and reviewing!

Chapter 10

After spending a part of the day on the slopes and Rachel still trying to get that kiss, both girls decided that they would go back to the hotel and relax at the pool.

"I'll meet you back here in half an hour, alright?" Quinn kissed Rachel on the cheek again, just to tease her a little bit and then left the brunette standing alone.

"Such a sneaky one!" Rachel murmured, while softly stroking her kissed cheek. She sighed, shook her head and left to change her clothes.

Quinn was deep in thought while she walked to her room, when she was interrupted by a loud and whiny voice. "Quinn?" The blonde froze. "What are you doing here?" She turned around and looked at the tall boy.

"Hello, Finn!" She tried a nice smile, but only managed a pained grimace, Finn didn't seem to notice. "I'm here with my Mom and you?" She was curious if he'd tell her the truth about Rachel or just invent some lie.

"Well … I … there was a Call of Duty marathon and my Mom thought it would be a nice surprise for me, so she booked me this little vacation." He grinned proudly, thinking that the blonde would believe what he told her.

"A Call of Duty marathon, I see. Well, how are you Finn?"

The boy leaned against a wall and tried to look cool. "I'm great." He smiled his, what he thought was, sexy smile, which to Quinn only looked dopey. "You know, I'm single again."

The famous eyebrow shot up. "Really?"

"Yes, yes." He nodded frantically. "Rachel and I, please everyone could see that we didn't have a future together. I mean come on, I'm the star quarterback and she ..." Finn winced when Quinn ellbowed him. "Ouch."

"Sorry, must have lost my balance." The blonde hissed.

"It's okay. So you know, I totally dumped her and now that I'm single again … we could … you know … I wanted to wait till I was back home to tell you, but only because you weren't here. But now that you are here, I can finally tell you ..."

"Tell me what?"

"I still love you."

Yeah sure, and Quinn was the Queen of England. "Excuse me?"

"Yeah. I know that I left you for Rachel, but it was a mistake, I know that now and I know that I want you back. What do you say? Dinner tonight?"

"I can't."

"Oh, yeah, sorry I forgot, you surely have plans with your mother. Hey, you could take her with you. She always loved me. She'll be happy that we are back together, right?"

Her mother had loved Finn as much as any sexual transmitted disease. "My mother and I already have company at dinner."

"Did she get back with your dad again? That's great, I'm envious that you get to grow up with your dad." And the award for the most insensitive guy goes to Finn Hudson from Lima, Ohio.

"My dad's a jerk. You're welcome to have him. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an important meeting to get to." The blonde turned around to leave the boy, but was held back by him holding her arm.

"Come on Quinn, what could be more important than us getting back together. Us the golden couple. With me by your side you'll get to be prom queen."

"I doubt that and please release my arm!"

"But Quinn!" There it was again, that whiny voice that could belong to a five year old boy.

"I said No! Go away and kick some chairs Hudson."

"Quinn, we would be so good together."

"We've been together and it wasn't good. It's over Hudson, respect that or I'll make sure to tell Santana about this situation."

The boy snorted. "I'm not afraid of that little dyke, not anymore."

Quinn's eyes widened. "What did you just call her?"

"Dyke. That's what she is." Quinn saw red and the next thing she felt was a sharp sting in her right hand. "Ouch! My nose!" The blonde hoped that it was broken. "Why did you do that?"

"Go away before I punch you again and break your whole face", the blonde growled and turned around again. "If you ever, and I mean ever, say anything homophobic about my friends again, no matter if it's Santana, Brittany or even Kurt, I'll make your life a living hell. Mark my words Hudson!" She rushed away, letting the boy nurse his wounds himself.

Damn it! Her hand hurt so freaking much, she needed some ice for it. Quinn opened the minibar in search of something cold. She nearly fell over when someone knocked on the door.

"I swear if it's you Hudson, I'm going to punch you in your face ag … hi Rachel!" Sheepishly Quinn tried to hide her hurt hand behind her back.

"What did you just say?"

"Hi Rachel, that's what I said. I thought we would meet up? I mean it's really nice of you to pick me up … but … really, I'm not ready yet … I ..."

"Quinn Fabray, I only came her because you were already ten minutes late and I was worrying about you. What are you hiding behind your back?"

"What … nothing …"

"You grumbled something about Finn and hitting him … show me your hand."

"It's … it's nothing, really, no biggie."

"Show me your hand!"

"I'd rather not." Rachel had enough of this little game and pulled a little at Quinn's arm.

"Show me now, or you're never going to see me naked anytime soon."

All it took for Quinn to hear was the word naked and her mind immediately dropped into the gutter. In her daze she didn't even notice that Rachel was already looking at her hurt hand.

"What did you do Quinn? Your knuckles are turning blue and why is there a little blood on them? Quinn? Baby, tell me."

Baby, Rachel had called her baby. In her dreams Quinn already saw herself walking down the aisle, marrying Rachel and having lots and lots of babies with her. When she felt the brunettes soft lips on her knuckles, kissing them, the blonde sighed softly and lowered her head a little. "Rachel."

"What happened? Did you fight with the wall?" Rachel giggled a little, ignoring the goosebumps on her arms, that had built when Quinn had leaned her forehead softly against hers.

"Finn. I met Finn in the hallway."

"You punched him? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No, no. He was just an asshole and … yeah he deserved it."

"What did he do?"

"He wanted me to go out with him. Told me he dumped you. And then he called Santana a dyke."

"He what?"

"Yeah, so I clocked him, really hard. He was bleeding." Rachel giggled at the proud gaze of Quinn.

"You're such a badass. Santana would be proud of you. But you know that punching someone is not going to help."

"I know, I know. But he deserved it, but if it means so much to you, I won't ever hit him again."

"You'd do that for me?"

"I'd do anything for you." After these words the blonde found herself in a tight hug with the brunette.

They had spent the rest of the afternoon in Quinn's room, watching movies and raiding the minibar, of course they only drank the stuff without alcohol. An hour before dinner, Rachel left the blonde to get ready.

"Quinn, darling, are you ready for dinner? I'll just hop under the shower and then we can meet up with Rachel." Her mom was like a whirlwind as she came into the room and quickly occupied the bathroom.

"Yeah, yeah, I am ready." Quinn flopped down on her bed and looked through on of her mothers magazines.

Fourty-five minutes later her mother came back out of the bathroom, fully clothed and hair modernly styled. "Let's go. We don't want your girlfriend waiting."

"She's not my girlfriend. At least not yet."

"You should ask her. She absolutely adores you, but who wouldn't? You're gorgeous and smart and ..."

"Mom, please. You're already embarrassing me and we haven't even left the room yet."

"I'm your mother, my job is to ebarrass you. You will understand when you have children yourself. Oh, just imagine a little blonde girl with Rachel's eyes. So cute. You know that I want grandchildren? As many as possible."

"I know Mom."

"I already saw a wedding dress for you. I'll show it to you when we get back, I think you'll like it. It looks really beautiful."

"Mom! Rachel and I haven't even been on one date and you are already planning our wedding?"

"Of course. And when we're back in Lima, I want to meet Rachel's fathers, I already called them to make plans with them."

"You did what?"

"Yes. Now come on, Quinn, Rachel won't wait forever, but well, I think for you she would wait forever."

"Mom!" Frustrated Quinn threw her hands in the air.

The older blonde froze, grabbed her daughters hand and looked at it intently. "What happened?"

"I had a little disagreement with Finn Hudson!"

"Did he hurt you? Because if he did, I'm going to kill that little bastard." Her mother's eyes were cold as eyes and Quinn did not doubt that her mother would hunt down Finn Hudson and kill him.

"He did not hurt me. He just said some things and ..."

"What things?"

"Mom, don't worry ..."

"I'm your Mom and Mom's do worry. Tell me what he said. If you don't then he will, or I'll ask Rachel, I'm sure that you already told her."

Quinn sighed. Her mother wouldn't let off till she knew. "He called Santana a dyke."

"Was he bleeding?"

"Yes."

"Well done."