So I fixed the Leah Picture

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Rachel snuggled into the couch with her legs tucked under her. Beth was seated next to her with a bowl of popcorn cradled in her lap. Santana and Brittany were nestled on the loveseat with Leah between them. Quinn was on the floor between herself and Beth. They had already painted each other nails, at Leah and Brittany's request; so now her fingernails and toenails were an odd lime green and purple courtesy of a six-year-old's demands.

"Okay, the tot is out time to cut this Disney fest and bring on some horror movies." Santana grumbled as she rose her daughter cradled against her neck and carried the sleeping child out of the room.

When she returned the Latina grinned evilly and rubbed her palms together. "So what delightfully scream-tastic movie are we watching first?"

"Um...Santana...I don't...what I mean to say is...I don't think...perhaps we could just stay with these movies." Rachel mumbled eyes locked on her lap.

"Seriously Berry, we're all adults, there's no way you're afraid of blood and gore."

"No," Rachel uttered indignantly, "I was just...uh, concerned for Beth, she is still young and impressionable..."

"Puh-lease Rae, I'm not afraid of any dumb movie killers." The young woman chuckled.

"Then it's settled, I'll put in my favorite."

"Great..." Rachel intoned never noticing the hazel eyes watching her part of the interaction closely.

Half and hour into the third horror movie and Santana and Beth were both sitting ramrod straight, eyes riveted to the action on the screen. Beth had re-situated herself on the floor next to Quinn. Brittany was tangled around her wife with her face tucked securely in the Latina's neck, she hadn't looked at the screen for more than five minuted since mid-way through the second movie.

Rachel for her part had managed not to scream bloody murder. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was struggling to hold her slight whimpering in. If she made a noise Santana would never let her live it down. What thirty-something is afraid of scary movies? She could hear the taunting now.

"Rachel?" Quinn whispered lightly touching her knee.

"Hmm?"

"You ok?" She glanced at Santana to insure that their interaction was going unnoticed.

"Mhmm."

Quinn sighed quietly at the woman's stubbornness. She got up deftly and slid on the couch next to Rachel; into the seat that Beth had vacated earlier.

"Hey..." She whispered sliding closer to the diva "...it's alright, see?"

Rachel shook her head minutely, but relaxed visibly when Quinn laid a warm palm on her forearm. Her breathing returned to normal and she opened her eyes, not fully, but enough to glance at Quinn.

"Didn't know you were afraid of scary movies." She decided that maybe getting the woman talking would distract her from what was happening on the television.

"Why would you? It's not something that comes up in everyday conversation." Rachel kept her eyes focused on Quinn's face and tried valiantly to ignore the screams and eerie music in the background.

"I suppose you're right." She smiled and tried to find a topic to keep the woman's attention. "So...uh...uh...tell me about New York...?" She finished lamely.

"New York?" Rachel arched a dark eyebrow.

"Yeah, sure...you made it just like you said so tell me about it, pretend it's practice for your memoirs."

"Well, uh...I suppose it all started with my Thesis project. I was ahead of schedule, you know me overachiever to say the very least, that's how Dawn and I met. She always supported me in everything…" Rachel trailed off and then a scream from the television made her jump "…what about you Quinn Mar?"
"What's to tell? I met an ass who I thought was too charming to exist and little did I know I was right. I was young and more naïve than I realized. The only good that came from my marriage is my son."
"He's so sweet and I'm glad that he and Max have become friends."

"I am too; it's hard for him to make friends. A lot of children poke fun at his stutter and he was diagnosed as autistic at the age of 4, but when he was barely speaking at 2, I kind of assumed."

"He seems well adjusted, so I'm sure you're doing an excellent job, with or without the charming man." Quinn felt Rachel relax a bit beside her.

"I hope so, you know how raising kids are, you're always afraid that you're making a mistake."

"Yea, I feel like that a lot. I'm not rough and tumble, but Max can be so rambunctious, Dawn was good with that she was always playing with him. She wore him out more often than he did her. If this baby is another boy I'm going to have to learn to take a hit." She said with a small laugh.
"Well, you were on the football team." Quinn smiled
"Oh, yeah Letterman's jacket and all, we played one game and the boys never let us take a hit….well except for poor Tina…"

The pair spent the rest of the evening talking and avoiding the blood and gore on T.V. Beth was the first to fall asleep, her light snores serving as another layer of background noise. Santana was next curled around her wife, so much for her plan to sleep in their own bed. Brittany's eyes weren't in the least focused on the movie that her wife had put on before she'd fallen asleep. Her blue eyes were watching her two friends closely.

At some time during the last few hours Quinn had made Rachel lay back down so that she could be comfortable. Now Rachel's head was in Quinn's lap as they continued to untiringly reminisce about their lives. She was glad that Rachel wasn't as sad anymore and she was also happy that Quinn and Rachel where becoming such good friends. She just couldn't help but think that there was something more. Maybe…She smiled to herself as she caught Quinn's eye and winked and then turned back to bury her head in her Santana's warm neck.

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