So this literally took forever for me to write. It's just I know where I wanna be, but the getting there is giving me trouble and because it's kinda short and the two pieces wouldn't fit as one...it's double post time...

I own errors, but no Glee characters...

Enjoy!

"Man, no fair! I wanted to see the baby too!" Beth groaned when they walked back into the Berry house late that night.

"Oh, quit being a brat it's unbecoming." Rachel sighed drained from the events of the day.

"But…" Beth started only to be interrupted by Quinn.

"But there's always tomorrow." Quinn stretched easing some of the tension in her back.

"O-k." Beth sulked crossing her arms and flinging herself back on the couch.

"Oh my god, did she learn that look from you?" Quinn whispered as the pair walked by and upstairs to check on the boys.

"I don't believe I've ever successfully looked that petulant." Rachel whispered back as they reached the second floor landing.

"Well, I'm sure that that look wasn't in my genes." She smiled and then shook her head, "It's obvious that the brattiness had to come from Puckerman."

"I concur." She gently pushed open Maxwell's door and found the pair sprawled out on the floor asleep.

"I so glad that they're friends. It's-It's really hard for Dean to make friends." Quinn smiled squeezing into the doorframe next to Rachel.

"Me too. It's good for Maxwell to have someone his age to talk to."

"Who would think, the UnHoly Trinity and Rachel Berry's kids are all friends."

"Maybe they'll turn into the new UnHoly Trinity…dada duh." Quinn hummed ominously.

"Have you met these kids? They're about as unholy as angel food cake." Rachel giggled as they both stepped out of the room and she re-closed the door quietly.

"I know right! Leia makes grass angels, Dean counts things for fun, and Max…well he's probably the closest they're going to get to a badass and he play piano."

"Has he played for you..?" Rachel asked quietly, smile dissolving from her face.

"No. He says he doesn't…anymore." Quinn chastised herself for even mentioning piano playing; she should have known that it would have been a sore subject for the woman. She waited for Rachel to respond, to say anything, missing the playful banter from earlier.

She was pleasantly surprised when Rachel smiled at her. "Is it bad that I'm proud that my son is considered the badass of the new incarnation the UnHoly Trinity?"

"Yeah, horrible parenting on your part, Rach."

"So, since I'm such a bad parent do you think it's wise to leave your son in my care for the night, though I do insist that you stay as well, it's late and I know if you're half as tired as me you're exhausted..."

"You don't have to convince me, Rachel, like you said I'm exhausted." Quinn yawned loudly.

"Well, come on, let's get some rest." Rachel led Quinn down the hall to her bedroom.

Quinn woke up in the middle of the night to a whimpering Rachel. The woman was laying at the head of the bed curled into herself. She'd known that the tiny diva had been having nightmares, but she'd said in recent weeks that they'd become less frequent.

She crawled up to the head of the bed and hovered over the slightly thrashing woman. She tried quietly calling the woman's name and touched her shoulder lightly.

"Rach, wake up..."

"Rach, it's Quinn, you're having a bad dream, ok. It's just a dream. It will all be over if you just wake-up." She tried to sound as soothing as possible as she rubbed gentle circles into the other woman's back.

Suddenly Rachel stopped her frantic motions and she turned to face Quinn, tears were in her eyes. She shook her head and a hand came to clasp over her mouth, muffling the sobs that came next.

"Shhhh...shhhhh..." She brushed brunette locks away from the other woman's face "...it's alright. Breathe."

"Wasn't a dream..." Rachel hiccuped struggling to normalize her breathing.

"Huh?" Quinn's brow furrowed.

"It was a memory, from when Dawn-from when she..." She closed her eyes "...it was so real."

"It's over now, Rachel."

"I know, I just want it all to stop."

"Have you ever thought about maybe talking to someone?"

"I'm talking to you. I can't trust just anyone to not sell the story to the highest paying tabloid, Quinn, but I can trust you, right?" Rachel wiped the stray tears from her cheeks.

"Of course, Rachel." Quinn smiled and placed a gentle kiss on the smaller woman's forehead.

I know it's short and I know it's filler, but on to the next chapter...cuz together they make a regular post+ for me

Ink