Author's note: Thank you to all of you who have continued to read and review, it makes me so happy! I know I promised you prom in this chapter and it's coming soon. I had to break it up into two separate ones because it would be way too long, I know some of you said you liked it long, but 25,000 words is pushing it lol. So here is Prom: Part 1.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee
You can see some of Audrey's outfits, the link is on my profile. Kurt's gift is my favorite!
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Quinn P.O.V.
I leaned against my locker and watched in awe as my girl floated down the hall, literally. As usual, she had people staring, jaws dropping, and drooling over her, but she confidently continued on her way. Rachel and I had finally come to terms about the pregnancy and dealt with our issues. We were still scared shitless, but we were excited too. Rachel no longer resented the baby or thought that her life was over and I stopped treating her like she was handicapped. I was still worried sick about her and the baby, it seemed like so many things could go wrong, but I remained cool so Rachel wouldn't threaten to cut my junk off.
Her morning sickness had stopped about a month ago and she was back in action. I never knew what people meant when they spoke about pregnant women 'glowing', but as I watched Rachel make her way down the hall to me, I knew exactly what they meant.
Her hair was full and shiny, her skin smooth like silk, and her breasts….well you know a nice full cup size bigger and they're amazing. I never thought I'd see the day when my amazingly hot girlfriend would not only carry my child, but thank me for it. Recently I'd catch Rachel talking and singing to the baby and picking out little outfits for her to wear. Watching Rachel's maternal instincts take over awoke something in me and I've never been happier. I honestly couldn't wait to hold my little miracle in my arms.
"Hey Quinnie" she cooed as she walked up to me.
"Hi baby" I said, kissing her soft lips.
"How was your day?" she asked, picking a string off of her black patterned dress.
"Better now that you're here" I said, pulling her against me. "How's yours going?"
It was getting harder and harder to hold her, it seemed like she was growing more each day. Audrey had finally let her presence be known as Rachel's belly stuck out from her small frame. There was no more hiding the pregnancy and no matter how cute she looked in her maternity dresses, you could see the round, pronounced bump on her middle.
"Eh, my back is killing me and my ankles are swollen, but otherwise I'm good" she shrugged as her hand subconsciously made its way down to her belly.
I placed my hands on top of hers and smiled. "That's our baby" I whispered, poking at her squishy belly.
"Yup" she giggled. "She's getting heavy".
"I bet, the book said after 16 weeks her weight doubles".
"Yea well at 20 weeks I think she's tripled" she laughed.
"Are you excited about our appointment today?" I asked, as I put the final book in my locker.
"Yes and no, what're we gonna do if she's a boy? You bought all those pink clothes" she giggled.
"I don't know, I guess we'll save them for when we have a girl" I shrugged. "But she's a girl" I said confidently.
"Wait you want to have more kids with me?" she looking puzzled.
"Well yes, why wouldn't I?" giving her a reassuring kiss. "We'll wait until Audrey's out of diapers or maybe until she starts kindergarden"
"Anyways" she said, snorting and rolling her eyes.
"You know I'll love it either way right? I just want a healthy baby" I said seriously, holding her close to me.
"I know" she smiled. "Do you think we can skip out on glee today, my feet hurt" she grumbled as we made our way down the hall.
I stepped back in shock, never would you ever her Rachel mention that she wanted to skip glee club, things like that just didn't happen. Rachel loved to sing, and nothing would keep her from doing it.
"Are you serious sure baby?" I asked.
"Yea, I'm just tired and sore we should just go home, besides we have prom planning to do" she said, heading towards the car.
"Rach wait, you really don't want to go to glee or is there something else?" I asked.
"I do, but…" she trailed off, looking at the ground as tears filled her eyes.
"You miss Kurt" I said, grabbing her small hands in mine.
"He's my best friend Quinn" she sniffled. "Why can't he just be happy for me?
"I don't know baby please don't cry, tell me what I can do to make it better" I said, drying her tears and rubbing her back.
"Take me home and get me out of these shoes" she said, pointing to her baby pink heels.
"I don't know why you insist on wearing four inch heels to school, especially when you're pregnant" I mumbled.
"Because I can and they make me feel pretty" she huffed as I opened the car door for her.
"You're gorgeous Rachel, shoes don't make a difference" I sighed, pulling out of the lot.
"Yes they do!" she yelled. "This is why I need Kurt, he would agree with me" she wailed.
"Okay, okay fine I love your shoes baby they make you look hot" I said quickly.
"Really?" she asked hopefully, her face blotchy and streaked from crying.
"Absolutely. I told you Rach, you're a total MILF" she laughed.
"I love you" she whispered, kissing me gently.
"I love you too, both of you" I said, running my tongue against her smooth bottom lip, groaning when she opened her mouth and let me in.
The kiss started out gentle, little pecks and nips but quickly turned heavy as Rachel's hormones kicked in. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my hair forcefully, fusing our mouths together, our teeth crashing against each other. I ran my hands up and down her body, settling them on her hips and pulled her closer to me. I could feel the heat coming from her body so I reached one hand up and massaging her breasts.
I trailed kisses down her neck and almost jumped out of my seat when her hand snaked it's way into my spankies and grabbed my cock.
"Rach…" I groaned, throwing my head back as my eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.
"Inside" she breathed into my neck, never pulling away.
I quickly undid my seatbelt, threw open the door, and ran over to Rachel's side. I scooped her up in my arms bridal style and practically sprinted to the house. As soon as I opened the door, I pinned her against and attacked her neck with my lips. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her lips crashed on to mine. I immediately responded, shoving my tongue forward to duel with hers and grinding myself into her core.
"Quinn...I need you now" she moaned loudly, unzipping my Cheerios top and unbuckling my bra, my skin tingling with every touch. I moaned as she kneaded my breasts and yelped when she leaned forward and took my nipple between her teeth before enclosing it in her warm mouth, her tongue soothing the bite.
"In a hurry?" I asked, placing her on the ground and gasping when she yanked down my underwear.
"We have prom planning to do and a doctor's appointment to go to so shut up and fuck me already" she ordered, removing her dress and underwear.
"Yes ma'am" I laughed, pressing my naked body against her back rubbing my throbbing nipples against her hot skin.
"No teasing, I want it hard" she barked as she leaned over the couch and spread her legs.
"My pleasure" I said, dipping my fingers into her folds and moaning at the wetness I found there.
"Quinn!" she shrieked in frustration as she bucked her hips backwards, when I started tracing circles around her clit.
"God I love your hormones" I murmured, popping my fingers covered in her juices into my mouth.
I swirled the head of my cock on her clit teasing her entrance, coating myself with her wetness before driving forward into the tight channel.
"Fuck" I grunted. "You're so tight baby" keeping as still as possible so I didn't blow my load.
"Uh Quinn...think of the mailman, do math problems or something, just move already" she groaned, her nails digging into the leather couch.
For a moment I was insulted that she would compare me to a teenage boy, I had more stamina than all those losers and she knew it. I narrowed my eyes, grabbed hold of her shoulders, and began pounding mercilessly into her. If she wanted it hard, then she would get it hard, and as a reminder, she'll feel me for weeks.
"Finally!" she cried out in relief as she tightened around me and leaned forward, taking me deeper inside her.
I reached forward and grabbed her ponytail, pulling roughly on it as my hips smacked against the backs of her thighs.
"You like this baby? You like it when I fuck you like this?" I asked, reaching forward to tweak one of her sensitive nipples, smirking when she howled in pleasure.
"Y-yes...ugh...I love it…I need more" she stumbled, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure.
"You're a dirty slut aren't you Rachel" I asked, setting up a rhythm of pulling almost all the way out and then slamming all the way back into her.
"Mmhmm" she moaned.
"But you're all mine right? Only mine" I said, breathing heavily in her ear.
"O-only yours Q-quinnie" she gasped as I tugged on her earlobe with my teeth.
"You want more?" I asked, as I felt the my stomach begin to coil.
"Puh-please" she yelled, her wetness dripping down my legs.
I pushed her forwards, smashing her face into the pillows as I laid my body on top of her, thrusting wildly into her. The only noise in the room was the sound of wet skin slapping together, Rachel's muffled screams, and my groans. I could feel myself quickly losing control as the pressure built up and my pace faltered.
"Oh god...oh mmm" she yelled as my middle finger found her stiff bundle of nerves and began rubbing furiously.
"Rachel!" I gasped as she clamped down on me and screamed bloody murder into the pillow.
As soon as I felt her begin to pulse around my dick, I let go. I continued thrusting as my balls tightened up and my cock twitched before releasing inside her, her insides milking me for all I was worth.
"That…was…so….hot" I panted as I struggled to hold my weight above her.
"Mmmhmm" she murmured lazily, a huge smile spread across her flushed face.
"What time is it?" I asked, grunting as I pulled out of her.
"Almost four, which gives us plenty of time to organize our campaign" she said, moving to sit on the couch.
"Campaign?" I asked in confusion. I literally just screwed her brains out and now she's planning, it made no sense to me, we should be cuddling and holding each other in post coital bliss.
"Yes for prom queen" she said, producing a box of pins and a stack of paper.
"Prom Queen?" I repeated still confused.
"Yes Quinn, prom queen" she said in frustration. "So I was thinking we should copy a picture of us onto the papers and hand them out, then we can come up with a slogan or something catchy to put on the pins" she said excitedly.
"Wait you're running for prom queen?" I asked, plopping down next to her, admiring her sweaty naked body.
"Oh for goodness sake, keep up Quinn. Yes, we are running together" she said, rolling her eyes.
"You want to run for prom queen with me?" I asked.
"Are you going deaf?" she laughed, leaning into me. "Yes Quinn, me and you for prom queen" she yelled in my ear.
"You think we have a shot at winning?" I asked, trying not to sound disapproving.
"Uh...yea" she said like it was obvious. "You're the head cheerio Quinn and I'm well...I'm me. We have everybody drooling over us, boys and girls. Why wouldn't we win?" she asked.
"I don't know, maybe because you're well...you know…." I shrugged.
"No, I don't know" she said, folding her arms across her chest.
"Look baby, I want to run with you I really do it's just.." I trailed off, not knowing exactly how to tell her.
"What Quinn?" she asked, pushing me down and laying on top of me, her baby bump strewn heavily across my side.
"I don't want you to get hurt, that's all" I whispered, stroking her hair.
"Why would I get hurt?" she asked, her big brown eyes wide with curiosity.
"I don't want you to be upset if we don't win" I said quietly.
"It's a competition Quinn, people are going to lose even though I'm sure it won't be us" she laughed.
"Yea but-
"But what Quinn?" she asked in annoyance.
I wanted Rachel to be happy no matter what, but wanting to be prom queen was a little extreme in her situation. I wanted the world for her and the baby and I'd get it if I could, but getting her all excited about prom when she wouldn't win is just cruel. No one is going to vote for a pregnant girl and that's a fact. I can't stand to see Rachel upset and seeing her crushed over losing to some Cheerio for prom queen will do it, especially since she'll be much further along in her pregnancy by then and probably more sensitive too. I didn't want any stress around Rachel or the baby and running for prom queen wasn't exactly stress-free.
"I don't know Rach, I don't think we should do this" I sighed.
"Are you embarrassed?" she asked quietly.
"Huh?" I asked in confusion.
"Are you embarrassed of me, is that why you don't want to do it?"
"What, No baby, god no. You know better than that" I scoffed. Rachel is my entire life, never would I ever be embarrassed or ashamed of her or our baby.
"Then what Quinn?" she asked, near tears.
"I'm scared Rach, I don't want this to upset you. I think it's a bad idea okay" I sighed in frustration.
"It's okay Quinn, sure I'll be a little sad if we lose but it's not the end of the world. I know what's important to me and winning prom queen would be great, but the only thing that really matters are you and the baby" she said. "It's just for fun".
"I know Rach, I just really have a bad feeling about it okay" I said.
I knew how Rachel got when she wanted something. The sparkle in her eyes that lit up when she went for it. Rachel was the most determined person I know and the most hardworking person too. She put her all into everything that she did, and it reflected when she sang. She works for hours to perfect one simple song and practically lives off of the compliments she gets. Rachel is like Tinkerbell, she needs that applause just like the fairy needs her dust and if she doesn't get it, she dies. Every time she's criticized or doesn't get a solo, she dies a little inside. If Rachel doesn't win prom queen, she'll be devastated no matter what she says or how she acts. She may try to act like it doesn't hurt, but I know she takes things to heart and the odds of a pregnant girl and her lesbian girlfriend winning prom queen together are slim to none.
"So you don't want to do it?" she asked sadly.
"No, Rachel I don't and it has nothing to do with how I feel about you baby" I said, hugging her tight.
"Okay" she sighed. "Would you mind if I ran by myself then? I've always wanted to be prom queen Quinn, ever since I was a little girl. How amazing would it be to tell Audrey that her momma was the queen of the school?" she asked.
"Pretty awesome" I said, burying my face into her neck.
"I want to run because it's always been my dream, if you don't want to you don't have to, but I'd really appreciate your support" she said softly, tracing circles on my arm.
"Of course baby, you know I'll be there no matter what. I just hate to see you work so hard for something you might not get" I said.
"It's all part of the fun Quinn" she smiled.
"You're amazing" I whispered.
"I love you"
"Love you too" I said before closing my eyes and falling asleep.
Rachel P.O.V.
I woke up to the strange new feeling of my baby. I placed my hand over my belly and rubbed it softly trying to calm her. The feeling was strange, but familiar at the same time, like she was meant to be in there. It felt like little bubbles fluttering all around my belly and sometimes it tickled. She wasn't big enough to be felt from the outside yet, so for now it was something that only I could share with her. My daughter. It felt so surreal to say out loud, the fact that there was a baby inside me. My baby. Just thinking about her made me smile.
I remember the first time I felt her move. It was right after Quinn and I had one of our intimate love making sessions when Shelby and Mr. Shue were out on a date. Quinn had left to go to Cheerios practice and I decided to take a nice relaxing bath.
I had just got the tub to the right temperature when I sank down in the water and closed my eyes. I had my ipod playing softly in the background and I hummed along to the music quietly until I felt it. It was so light at first, that I thought I was imagining it until it happened again. It felt like someone was tickling me with a feather and I laughed at the sensation.
I ran my hands over my belly, hoping to get her to move again but she was stubborn. I reached over and turned up my ipod and sang along, hoping that would get her excited.
I'm not surprised.
Not everything lasts.
I've broken my heart so many times I stopped keeping track.
Talk myself in.
I talk myself out.
I get all worked up, then I let myself down.
I tried so very hard not to lose it.
I came up with a million excuses.I thought I thought of every possibility.
And I know someday that it'll all turn out.
You'll make me work so we can work to work it out.
And promise you, kid, that I'll give so much more than I get.
I just haven't met you yet.
Mmmm...
As I sang, I could feel her fluttering become stronger and stronger, and I realized how true the lyrics were. I would give anything to make this baby happy and I had no idea who they would be, what they would look like, or even if they were male or female. The only thing I was 100% sure of was that I loved this baby and it was my little angel.
I might have to wait.I'll never give up.
I guess it's half timing,
And the other half's luck.
Wherever you are.
Whenever it's right.
You'll come out of nowhere and into my life.
This had me thinking about the whole birthing process and how much it's going to hurt. I had a pretty high tolerance for pain, but I really had no idea what was coming and that scared me.
And I know that we can be so amazing.
And baby your love is gonna change me.
And now I can see every possibility.
Mmmm...
But somehow I know that it'll all turn out.
And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out.
And I promise you, kid, I'll give so much more than I get.
I just haven't met you yet.
They say all's fair.
In love and war.
But I won't need to fight it.
We'll get it right and,
We'll be united.
And I know that we can be so amazing.
And being in your life is gonna change me.
And now I can see every single possibility, mmmm.
And someday I know it'll all turn out.
And I'll work to work it out.
Promise you, kid, I'll give more than I get,
Than I get, than I get, than I get.
Ohhh!
You know it'll all turn out.
And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out.
And I promise you, kid, to give so much more than I get.
I just haven't met you yet.
I just haven't met you yet.
Ohh, promise you, kid, to give so much than I get.
(I said love, love, love, love...)
I just haven't met you yet
I just haven't met you yet.
"But I will soon" I giggled as my little angel fluttered around happily.
I was startled out of my thoughts when Quinn rolled over and threw her arm across my belly.
"Quinn, wake up" I said, shaking her lightly.
"M'sleepy" she whined.
"I know, but we have to go, we can't be late for our appointment" I smiled and pushed the hair out of her face.
"What appointment" she mumbled.
"The one where we find out we're having a girl, hopefully we haven't been calling our son Audrey this whole time" I laughed.
"We don't have to go, I already told you it's a girl, let's just go back to sleep" she groaned.
"Come on Quinn" I said. "You promised me a milkshake and I'm hungry" I said, pulling her up.
"Okay, but only because I don't want Audrey to starve" she said smiling and patting my belly.
"Yeah, yeah out the door" I said handing her the discarded clothes that littered the floor.
"I'll meet you in the car, I've got to pee" she said, heading upstairs.
I was had just sat down when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I figured it was Mercedes calling for duet ideas or Puck calling to check up on his niece. Puck was overly excited for the baby, he was always touching my stomach and calling the baby different nick names, most of them were inappropriate. I pulled my out and frowned when it was an unknown number.
"Hello?" I said, picking up the phone.
"I know where you are"
"Hello?" I asked again. The voice on the other end was low and I could barely hear what they were saying over the static.
"You can't hide forever"
"Who is this?" I asked, praying it wasn't who I thought it was.
"I'll be there when you least expect it"
"S-Steve" I gasped in shock, my body trembling in fear.
"Very good, you always were a smart one"
"Why?" I asked near tears.
"You deserve it and if you tell anyone about out little chat, I'll kill you and your little dyke girlfriend, you understand me?"
"What do you want?" I snapped, more out of fear than anger.
"You" he said before hanging up.
My body immediately stiffens at the mention of his name, let alone the sound of his voice. I had no idea where he is or what he is planning, but I would do as he said. I don't want anything to happen to Quinn and I knew he wouldn't hesitate to hurt her. I sat up in my seat, reapplied my lip gloss, flipped my hair, and put on a bright smile. I was going to see my baby in a few minutes and nothing could ruin that.
We were sitting in the waiting room for about ten minutes before our names were called. I could tell Quinn was nervous. Sure she wanted a girl, but she also wanted it to be a normal girl. I don't know what we would do if the baby had inherited Quinn's condition, I know it wouldn't change how I feel about her but it would hard to deal with.
"How have you been feeling Miss Corcoran?" my doctor asked as I sat on the white examination table.
"Pretty good. The morning sickness has stopped and I can feel the baby moving" I said excitedly.
"Yea?" she asked as she put on her gloves.
"Yea, I'm jealous. She gets to feel everything, while I get hand cramps waiting for a kick" Quinn moaned.
"You mean you can't feel the baby from the outside yet?" the doctor asked with a concerned look on her face.
"No, should I be able to?" I asked worriedly.
"Normally you can feel it around 18 weeks, you're almost 21 and you haven't felt anything?" she asked again.
"No, just the usual fluttering" I said shaking my head.
"No need to panic, we'll just take a look and see what he/she is up to okay?" she asked.
"Okay" I said, laying down as she squeezed the cold gel on my stomach.
The last few times we've been here, the baby wouldn't cooperate and we couldn't tell the sex, but she promised us we could find out for sure today whether we were having a little girl.
"You ready to see your baby?" she asked with a smile.
"Yes" both Quinn and I said, nodding eagerly.
"Here she is" she said after a while, turning the screen around.
"She?" I asked, my eyes filling with tears at the sight of my little girl floating around.
"Yes, she's a girl" she confirmed.
"You're sure right? I mean she really is a girl" Quinn asked nervously.
"Yes, there is absolutely no penis here" she said, pointing in between the babies legs.
"So she's a girl, a normal girl. A girl with no penis" Quinn said, biting her lip.
"Yes I'm one hundred percent sure" she laughed as she printed out a picture for us.
"Thank god" Quinn said in relief, allowing herself to really look at our baby.
"That's our baby Quinn" I said, tracing the ultrasound monitor.
"She's beautiful" Quinn said, squeezing my hand.
"Just like her mommy" I said, leaning up to kiss her salty cheek.
"Did you guys pick out any names?" the doctor asked, checking my blood pressure.
"Audrey" we both answered at the same time.
"That's a very pretty name" she said, filling out some paper work.
"So do you know when I'll be able to feel her kick?" Quinn asked excitedly.
"Hopefully soon" she said, pressing a few buttons on the machine. "She's a tiny little thing so you're gonna have to give her some time to grow and get stronger. The average baby weighs over 7 pounds, but I have a feeling she'll be a little smaller judging by her size now. However, there's no guarantee her weight can change at anytime."
"But she's okay right, she's healthy" I asked nervously.
"She's perfectly fine, just small" she said smiling. "I'm going to write you a prescription for a medicine to help increase your weight, it might make you a little sick at first but it's going to help the baby".
"Okay" I smiled, watching my baby girl float around on the screen. She seemed so happy and carefree that I wished she could stay in there forever, but I couldn't wait to have her here with Quinn and me. I wanted to hold her in my arms, my little angel. Someone, I would fight to the death for and protect no matter what. "I love you" I whispered as the doctor turned off the monitor.
"What do you want to do now?" she asked as we got into the car.
"Shop" I said, grabbing her hand across the console.
"I don't know why I didn't think of that" she said, rolling her eyes.
"Any child of mine will love shopping, it's hereditary. Shelby shops, I shop, and Audrey will shop so we might as well get a move on. My daughter needs a wardrobe ASAP" I said excitedly as she took the exit towards the mall.
"Great, Mr. Shue and I will be the only sane ones in the house" she said sarcastically.
"Not all of us can wear a cheerleading uniform everyday" I said, running my hand up her bare thigh.
"Not all of us can wear six inch heels either" she countered.
"Whatever, are you going to find something else to do or are you going to hold my hand while I drag you from store to store like a good girlfriend?" I asked.
"There is something I've been meaning to do" she said, as she pulled in the lot.
"You coming or not?" I asked, closing the door and walking over to her side.
"No, you go and have fun I'll be back in an hour" she said as I scrunched my brows and pouted. "Okay I'll be back in two hours".
"That's better; I like to take my time. Shopping is an art Quinn, it can't be rushed" I said, kissing her peachy flavored lips.
"Love you" she called as I made my way towards the entrance.
"Yep, you too" I said distractedly as I noticed a huge sale sign in the window.
I wondered into the store and headed to the newborn section. The store had everything babies needed, but I was only interested in clothes for now there was plenty of time for the other stuff. I immediately found the girls section and began browsing. There were so many options and I had no idea what to get, so many different sizes how were you supposed to know what would fit? I never thought I'd have trouble finding something to wear, but finding things for Audrey was different. Everything I saw wasn't good enough for her. I wanted my daughter to have the best everything. The best clothes, the best education, the best voice, I wanted her to be the best. To shine like the little star I knew she was destined to become. I wanted her to have the drive, ambition, and strive for success and I wanted her to get it.
I was suddenly overwhelmed by the amount of things I wanted for my baby. It was my job as her mother to provide her with these things and that would be difficult when I'm still learning myself. No matter how mature I thought I was, I was still a child. I depended on my mother and my pseudo-father financially for everything. I've never had to get a job, and I've never had to care for anyone other than myself and occasionally Quinn.
My thoughts were so consumed with impending motherhood that I almost walked past something that represented my horrible past. It was a stuffed pink elephant sitting on the shelf staring dead at me. I thought back to all the times when I felt the metaphorical elephant sitting on my chest. When Steve would hit me, the elephant was there. When Jesse pressured me to have sex with him, it was there. When my mother ignored my cries for help, it was present. When my friends who I loved and trusted left me behind like I was dirt, it was there. When I thought I was alone and felt useless, it was there, reminding me of the pain I was feeling. When I left my mother's house and she didn't come after me, it was there. When I saw her in the halls, knowing that he was hurting her too, it was there. When I thought Quinn would abandon me and our baby, it was there. The elephant was there every time my life took a turn for the worse. He sat on my chest, crushing my heart into a million pieces, laughing at my pain. He strangled me, chewed me up, and spit me out like I was nothing. The elephant was my worst enemy because it represented all of the bad things that I'd endured. He was a weight that crushed me underneath his negativity, he kept me down underneath of him and prevented me from ever getting back up.
I picked the stuffed animal up and examined it closely. This elephant was different than the other. It's soft pink fur was gentle and comforting. It's eyes were wide and calm instead of mean and cold, it's ears were small instead of large and threatening, and it's trunk was short. The elephant I saw had a long trunk that wrapped it's way around my chest like a snake, and squeezed until I had nothing left.
This elephant was different in so many ways and I was drawn to it. This elephant represented love, not pain and I felt my insides warm and my heart pound. My chest felt heavy, but not with pain. This elephant crushed my body with the love I had for Quinn, the glee club, my mother and Mr. Shue, and most of all my baby. This elephant was a reminder of the people I loved and it's presence was warm and welcomed.
I clutched the animal in my arms and thought of all the good times when this elephant was there. This elephant was there when Quinn asked me to be her girlfriend, it was there in New York when we were intimate for the first time, it was there when I sang in glee club, it was there when my mother apologized and got rid of Steve, it was there when Mr. Shue took me in and became the father I never had, and it's here now, when I realized how much I loved the baby growing inside me.
I took the elephant up to the counter where a woman in her early 50's greeted me.
"Excuse me, do you have anything else with elephants on it?" I asked.
"I'm not sure, let's look" she said, leading towards the back of the store. "So how far along are you?" she asked, searching through a rack of clothes.
"I'll be 22 weeks in a few days" I said.
"And I assume you're having a girl" she said, pointing to the pink animal in my arms.
"Yes, her name is Audrey" I said, smiling and rubbing my belly.
"That's a nice name" she said, as she looked me up and down.
Sometimes I forgot that I was just another statistic, a pregnant teenager that was looked down upon by society. I knew the woman was judging me and I knew this day would come, all I could do was hold my head up high and pull through. I loved my baby and I was going to try my hardest to be a good mother, I refused to let my age stand in the way of my daughter's happiness.
"My dad picked it" I said smiling, thinking of the day Mr. Shue picked out my baby's name.
"Well here you are, elephants galore" she said, gesturing towards a small pile of clothes.
"Thank you" I said excitedly, sorting through the pile.
Nothing in there seemed to excite me until I came across a pink onesie with a little elephant on it. I immediately put it into my bag, along with several other matching items. By the time Quinn had called I had my stuffed elephant, several pairs of pajamas, jumpers, onesies, a little hat, and a matching blanket.
"I see you got some shopping done" she said, opening my door and kissing my cheek.
"Yep" I smiled. "Let's go, I can't wait to show you what I bought" I smiled, holding the pink elephant against my chest.
Quinn P.O.V.
I dropped Rachel off with a simple kiss on the head. No one could keep Rachel from shopping. She claimed it was relaxing and helped her release unwanted stress and toxins, whatever that meant. As soon as she was inside, I sped out of the parking lot because I had some important business to take care of.
I walked up the driveway and pounded on the door. Glee was over by now so I knew he'd be home.
"Quinn, what're you doing here?" Finn's mother Carole asked.
"I'm here to see Kurt, is he in?" I asked politely.
"Oh yes, he's downstairs with Finn. Would you like anything to drink? Do you want to say for dinner?" she asked, welcoming me into the house. The only good part about dating Finn was his mother, she was honestly the kindest woman I know and I found myself wishing many times that my own mother would even show me an once of the kindness or understanding that Carole did.
"Thank you Ms. Hudson" I said.
"Soon to be Mrs. Hummel" she said, showing off a huge diamond.
"Wow, I had no idea congratulations, that's gorgeous" I said, admiring her ring.
"Isn't it, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world" she said blushing.
"Can I ask your opinion on something?" I asked, reaching into my purse. "What do you think of this one?" I asked, showing her the ring I had purchased.
"It's beautiful" she said, taking the box out of my hands.
"It's for Rachel, I'm not sure when I'll propose but I hope she'll say yes" I said.
"Rachel is the girl you're dating?" she asked, her eyes fixated on the ring.
"Yes ma'am" I said happily. Another reason I loved Carole was because she didn't judge me. Any other mother would be upset with the girl who used her son as a beard, but not Carole.
"Well don't wait too long, you don't want her to go stir crazy" she laughed.
"Honestly with everything going on with the baby and all, I don't think she's really thinking about marriage" I said.
"Oh that's right, I forgot she was expecting. What is she planning on doing with the baby?" she asked.
"She's keeping it and I'm going to help her raise it" I said confidently.
"That's very admirable of you Quinn, offering to help raise your girlfriend's child" she said, giving me back Rachel's ring.
Sometimes I forgot that people didn't know about my 'condition'. Everyone at school thought that Rachel had either cheated or had a one night stand. The rumors about the pregnancy were crazy, but we didn't pay any attention to them. We knew the baby was ours and ours only and that's all that mattered. As long as Rachel had my baby in her belly, I could care less what everyone else thought.
"Thank you, I'll be downstairs if you want to talk more" I said, heading down to the basement.
As soon as I hit the bottom step, I slipped into my HBIC mode. No way was Kurt going to disrespect my girl, especially when she was carrying my child.
"Listen up Hummel" I spat, startling the boy who was flipping through Vogue. "I don't know who you think you are saying those things to Rachel. Whatever she said to you is forgivable because she's pregnant. Her hormones are running wild and to top it off she's 17 and scared to death. The only thing she wanted was for her best friend to tell her it was going to be okay. Out of everyone, your support meant the most to her and you completely shut her down. I don't care if she ever speaks to you again, but you're going to apologize to Rachel tomorrow at school understand?" I asked, noticing the way he ducked his head in shame.
"I didn't mean it" he whispered. "I never wanted to hurt her feelings, I just want what's best for her".
"So you told her to get rid of her child? How is that not hurting her feelings?" I asked.
"She had plans Quinn, plans to go to New York. People like Rachel are one in a million, she was born to be a star. Her and I could have been great together a struggling actress and designer. I need a model and she needs clothes. We were going to make it together Quinn" he said in anger.
"Wait a minute this is all about you isn't it, this has nothing to do with Rachel? You're upset because your dream is ruined by the baby, a baby that is not even yours. Did you even consider what Rachel is feeling and what she is going through?" I asked starting to get very angry.
"Yes, I know it was incredibly selfish and I was wrong. It was not worth losing my best friend over. I know what a strong and hard working person Rachel is and I realize now that she won't let anything stand in her way" he said.
"So you'll apologize?" I asked, my voice softening. I did feel bad for Kurt as well, he had to endure the wrath of Rachel's pregnancy hormones and I'm sure whatever she said to him couldn't have been nice at all.
"Yes, I've been a mess without her. I miss my best friend as well" he whispered.
"You know she yelled at me the other day" I laughed. "Told me that heels make her feel pretty."
"They do" he sniffled. "Do you think she'll forgive me?" he asked, his big blue eyes filled with tears.
"Honestly?" I asked as he nodded. "Yes, I do. Rachel's been beating herself up over the whole thing and she still refers to you as her best friend" I said.
"Can I come over tomorrow?" he asked.
"Yea, maybe you could surprise her? She always takes a nap at noon on Saturdays" I said.
"I'd like that" he said. "I'd also like to throw her a shower when the time comes, I want my godchild to have all of the best baby accessories" he said.
"So I'll see you then?" I laughed.
"Yep" he smiled and with that I was on my way to pick up Rachel from the mall.
"Quinn?" she asked, once we were back home lying down on our bed in our pajamas.
"Yea?" I answered, tracing patterns on her swollen belly.
"I was thinking about our prom dresses and I think we should get them custom made" she said, playing with my fingers absentmindedly.
"Baby, you know I'd love for you to have whatever dress you want, but we're on a budget. We've got a baby to raise and if she's anything like you then she'll be demanding designer clothes and high quality things" I said.
"I'm offended that you're insinuating that I'm high maintenance Quinn" she said in mock hurt. "Actually I was thinking more along the lines of Mercedes".
"Mercedes?" I asked in confusion.
"She makes most of her own clothes, not because she's poor though, she just likes designing clothes" she said, running her fingers through my hair.
"She does? I would've never known" I said in shock.
"Yea she's that good. I think if we pay for the material and rhinestones and stuff she'll do it, she offered to make me some maternity dresses" she said.
"That's great baby" I said smiling. "We're going to look so hot".
"You might, but I'll be six months pregnant, fat, sweaty, and wobbling" she laughed.
"You'll still be my hot baby mama, just ask Puck he won't lie to you" I laughed.
"Whatever you say" she sighed, tucking her head under my chin.
"Love you" I said into the darkness.
"Love you too" she murmured sleepily.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of Rachel singing in the shower and one brand new text.
[Kurt] Is it still okay for me to come over?
[Quinn] yep, she's in a good mood so I hope you're bringing cookies or something
[Kurt] I've got something even better ; )
[Quinn] Whatever
"Rach...you out yet?" I asked, walking into the steamy bathroom. She was standing in front of the full length mirror, wet, and naked and I felt myself spring to attention at the sight. She was humming softly and her hands were placed on her swollen belly. "What are you doing baby?" I asked, walking behind her. Her baby belly was seriously one of the sexiest things I've ever seen.
"Get out, get out, get out!" she yelled as she whipped around, pushing me out of the bathroom.
"What the hell Rach?" I banged on the door.
"What's going on?" Shelby asked, carrying a basket of laundry.
"I don't know" I sighed. "She was standing in front of the mirror, looking at herself and when I walked in she freaked" I said, shaking my head and tapping on the door.
"Go away!" she yelled.
"Oh dear, I think I know what's going on" she said, handing me the basket.
"What's wrong? Is she okay?" I asked worriedly.
"She's fine Quinn, I think she just found her first stretch mark" Shelby laughed.
"How do you know?" I asked, thanking god is wasn't something serious, just Rachel and her overdramatic ways.
"I was pregnant once Quinn, and like Rachel I liked my body. Motherhood means maturity and in Rachel's teenage mind, it means getting old. Getting old means wrinkles, crow's feet, and saggy skin. You know how Rachel can be, she over analyzes everything, a little stretch mark is the end of the world in her mind" she laughed, taping on the door. "Rachel honey, let me in" she called gently.
"Mommy?" she whispered, cracking the door open.
"Open the door baby girl" Shelby said, trying to contain her laughter.
"Is Quinn there?" she asked quietly.
"No, she went to go do laundry" she said, pushing me down the stairs.
I rolled my eyes and went downstairs to start the laundry and see what Mr. Shue was up to. I found him in the kitchen flipping pancakes and wearing one of Shelby's aprons.
"Morning Quinn" he said brightly, handing me a stack of plates for the table.
"Smells good" I smiled, putting out the napkins and cups.
"What's going on up there, I heard some yelling" he said in amusement.
"Nothing really, Rachel's just overreacting again. You'd think that after 6 months she'd get used to the idea that she's pregnant, but everyday she wakes up it's like she's finding out for the first time" I sighed, slumping down in my chair.
"Have you tried putting yourself in her shoes Quinn? Rachel's body is constantly changing, it no longer belongs to her and she can't control what happening. How would you feel if you knew that everything you did could not only affect you, but your child as well? How would it feel to not be able to control your emotions?" he asked.
"I guess you're right" I said looking down at the floor. I never really took the time to put myself in Rachel's position, I'd probably overreact too if I were 17 and having a baby.
Rachel came down the stairs in a happy mood and her meltdown was completely forgotten about. Breakfast was good as usual, Mr. Shue was a great cook and Rachel ate until she passed out. We decided to lounge around and watch a movie and as I much as I wanted to argue, I knew we were watching a musical most likely 'Singin' in the Rain' since Mr. Shue, Shelby, and Rachel loved it.
Halfway through the movie Rachel was asleep and I got an excuse to leave, I didn't really want to watch Shelby and Mr. Shue feel each other up under the covers and I wasn't paying any attention to the movie anyway. I was rubbing Rachel's belly, trying to get Audrey to kick. I still hadn't felt her move yet and I was jealous that Rachel could, it seemed like they had already formed a bond and that she didn't even know who I was.
I walked Rachel upstairs and put Rachel to bed, as usual it was exactly noon and she was passed out. I was just about to cuddle up next to Rachel, who was now sprawled out on the bed, when the doorbell rang. I raced downstairs to let Kurt in, so he wouldn't risk walking in on Shelby and Mr. Shue doing god knows what.
"Good afternoon Quinn" he said, holding a large pink bag.
"Hey" I said, pulling him in the house and up the stairs to the loft, quickly passing Shelby and Mr. Shue, who were heavily making out with each other.
"What did you bring?" I said, motioning to the huge pink overstuffed bag in his hands.
"It's for the baby" he said, "I hope you're having a girl because it's all pink".
"We are" I smiled.
We started chatting about glee club and what ridiculous songs Mr. Shue was making us do, when Rachel stumbled in rubbing her eyes. She was still half asleep when she plopped herself down in my lap and kissed my neck.
"You sleep okay baby?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her.
"Yea, I would've slept better with you next to me though" she said.
"Sorry, but we have company" I said, gesturing to the well-dressed boy across from us.
"Kurt?" she whispered in shock, before narrowing her eyes in anger. "What are you doing here? Have you come to convince Quinn to get rid of the baby too?" she snapped.
"Quite the opposite actually" he said, handing her the bag. "I've come to welcome your baby…with designer clothes".
"A diaper bag? Seriously Kurt, you know its going to take more that a designer bag to get my forgiveness" she said, rolling her eyes.
"Open it" he said, crossing his legs.
"Oh Kurt, you didn't" she gasped, pulling out outfit after outfit.
"I was doing some online shopping when I came across Baby Dior" he said excitedly. "Everything is last season, so it was on sale, but it's still very fashionable".
"Why did you do this?" she asked, her eyes filling with tears.
"Because I was an ass" he said sadly. "I said those things to you out of pure selfishness and I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you Rachel, you're my best friend".
"I never meant to call you that, you know" she said softly, clutching a pink checkered bear.
"I know Diva" he smiled.
"Can we be friends again?" she asked.
"Of course, who else is going to dress my god-child? I surely can't leave it up to Quinn or gods forbid Santana, who knows what type of humiliation she'll endure" he said dramatically.
"I missed you so much" she said, throwing her arms around him.
"I've missed you too diva" hugging her back.
An hour later, I had locked myself in my room to keep out the squealing. Mercedes had come over to take measurements and Rachel asked her to be Audrey's godmother. We'd both agreed that she was the best choice for godmother out of all the glee members, of course she'd always have Uncle Puck, Auntie San, and Britt of course, but Mercedes was trustworthy and wise beyond her years and we knew she'd teach Audrey things we'd never think of.
"Quinn look" Rachel said, wobbling into the room holding up a tiny pair of snow boots, a coat, and a hat, mitten, and scarf set.
"Gah…it's all so pink" I said, wrinkling my nose. I really didn't care what the baby wears because she had half of Rachel's genes so she'd automatically be the most gorgeous thing ever.
"She's a girl Quinn, of course she'll wear pink" Rachel said, rolling her eyes before walking back out and squealing some more.
I decided to take a nap, since mine was interrupted, but as soon as I laid down they all barged in claiming that they were going shopping and that they'd be back for dinner. I waved goodbye and rolled over, only to be met with my ringing phone.
"Hello" I grumbled into the receiver.
"Meet me outside in fifteen minutes, Britts wants to go prom shopping and what Britts wants Britts gets" Santana said before hanging up.
And hour later, I was walking aimlessly around the mall watching as Santana made goggly eyes at Brittany who claimed she needed a green dress to match Artie's tux which was red. It hurt to see my best friend in love with someone who was oblivious in love with someone else.
"What color are you and Rachel wearing Quinn?" Brittany asked, holding up a lime green dress.
"I don't know, whatever her and Mercedes come up with. I was thinking white, something untraditional you know?" I asked.
"That would be pretty, just like a wedding" Brittany said, before flouncing away.
"Speaking of weddings, when are you planning on making an honest woman out of the midget?" Santana asked.
"When you finally man up and tell Brittany how you really feel about her" I said.
"I did" she whispered.
"Really?" I asked, "How'd that go?"
"She basically blew me off, said she could't love me like that because she was with Artie" she scoffed.
"I'm sorry" I said sympathetically.
"Yea me too" she sighed.
Rachel P.O.V.
Today had been a truly wonderful day. I woke up feeling great, I had a delicious breakfast, made up with my best friend, got some adorable clothes for my daughter, had fun shopping with my friends, got new shoes (ones that I could actually walk in while I was pregnant), had a fun dinner with my family and best friends, had hot sex with Quinn, and now I was lying in my girlfriend's arms while she stroked my belly and talked to the baby.
"She'll kick when she's ready Quinn" I said, stroking her corn silk hair.
"I just want her to recognize my voice that's all, I want her to know who I am" she said, her lips vibrating against my skin.
"She knows who you are Quinn" I said, laughing.
"I'm serious Rach, you've already bonded with her. She knows who you are because she's growing inside you, I feel like I'm not really involved with her, especially since I can't feel her yet" she said sadly.
"Quinn, she knows who you are trust me" I said.
"How do you know?" she asked.
"Because every time you're around, she goes crazy. It's like she knows you're here, I can feel her fluttering around right now" I said smiling.
"Really?" she asked.
"Yes, why don't you sing to her? I'm sure she'd like to hear her mommy's pretty voice" I said, sitting up so she could lay her head on my stomach.
"Okay" she said before opening her mouth to sing.
Isn't she lovely
Isn't she wonderful
Isn't she precious
Less than one minute old
I never thought through love we'd be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn't she lovely made from love
Isn't she pretty
Truly the angel's best
Boy, I'm so happy
We have been heaven blessed
I can't believe what God has done
through us he's given life to one
But isn't she lovely made from love
Isn't she lovely
Life and love are the same
Life is Audrey
The meaning of her name
Rachel, it could have not been done
Without you who conceived the one
That's so very lovely made from love
As Quinn sang, I felt Audrey go crazy. Her usual flutterings were getting stronger and I could feel her pushing against my belly button.
"Quinn" I gasped when I felt it. It was different than what I was used to, just a small thump but it made all the difference.
"Was that-
"Yes" I said, cutting her off excitedly. "She kicked".
"Hi baby, this is your mommy Quinn, I love you so much baby girl" she cooed as Audrey thumped away. I knew then and there that Quinn would make our daughter as happy as she had made me.
Disclaimer: The first song is Michael's Buble's 'Just Haven't Met you yet' and the second is Steveie Wonder's 'Isn't She Lovely?', I don't own either, but I think you knew that.
Author's note: Special thanks to my beta, Jupiter01, you're amazing as usual.
Next up is the actual prom!
