Hey, I'm back. Once again thank you for all the follows and reviews I really do appreciate them a lot. So I'm on break for the next couple of weeks so I'm going to try and have one or two more updates before I return to college so stay tuned for that. Until then, here's the latest chapter. I hope you all like.

"Cheating on me again I see," Rachel snidely remarked as she walked toward her wife who was standing by the craft service table nibbling on some fruit having just spent the past two hours filming a scene for her latest movie. Upon hearing that heavenly voice, Quinn looked up to see the brunette walking over to her, flicking through a copy of US Weekly she found in the hair and make-up trailer earlier.

"Well I do have a reputation to keep up with," the blonde wittily replied. Placing the bowl of chopped fruit down, she reached out and pulled her heavily pregnant wife into her arms and kissed her on the temple before glancing down at the magazine Rachel was reading. "So who am I having an affair with this week?" she asked as she flicked back through the pages to find the latest article that had been written about her.

It had become a frequent occurrence lately, with Rachel having stepped out of the limelight to focus on the remainder of her pregnancy. With little else to gossip about, the magazines had begun spinning stories of separation and divorce between the pair, using pictures of Quinn hanging out with female friends and co-stars, spreading rumours that she was cheating. At first the blonde had been incredibly upset and angry about the whole issue. The last thing Quinn would ever do is cheat on her wife, she had made vows for a reason and she whole heartedly intended to keep them.

It was difficult for her at first to bite her tongue and ignore them, but once Rachel had begun making jokes about how Quinn was ditching her for sub-standard, semi talented wannabes, she found herself laughing about the whole thing. If it amused Rachel then as far as she was concerned, the tabloids could continue to write their lies. After finally finding the article the brunette had been talking about Quinn snorted at the sight of the pictures of her with actress Shay Mitchell staring back at her from their business lunch the previous week. Both their agents were conveniently absent from the images.

"At least they got one thing right, I do find dark haired, brown eyed girls incredibly sexy," she husked as she leaned in to place a searing kiss on her wife's waiting lips. Feeling the need and want the blonde was putting into the kiss growing more and more heated Rachel threw the magazine down on the table next to them and wrapped her arms around her wife's neck, leaning in as best she could with the baby bump that was resting snugly between them. The pair continued their make out session with each other until wolf calls from members of the crew interrupted them, reminding them they were still very much in public.

"So, I have an hour, or two depending on how long it takes the set design team to get the next set ready, before they need me back, so I say we go to my trailer and go through that book of names again see if we become inspired," Quinn asked as she picked up the coffee her assistant had picked up from Starbucks for her, and the organic smoothie she had requested for her wife, from the crafts table and handed the beverage to the grateful brunette. Nodding her head, Rachel draped Quinn's arm over her shoulders and linked their fingers together as they made their way back to the blonde's spacious trailer, intent on coming up with a name for their baby girl.

The couple had picked up a 'Big Book of Baby Names' a week ago and had spent every night trying to find a name they both agreed on, but finding the perfect name was proving to be difficult. The girls wanted their daughter to have a normal, traditional name, something that would be cute for a baby girl, but also something that she could grow into and that would suit her as an adult. However Rachel also recently came to the conclusion that she wanted their daughter's name to reflect the fact that they discovered the diva was pregnant while in Ireland.

Quinn believed that this idea was just a phase brought on by the fact that they had just watched Marley and Me for the first time about a month ago, but Rachel quickly defended the idea, saying that Ireland holds special memories for the couple and she wanted to honour that by giving their daughter a piece of the culture that had been so good to them. After that Quinn had agreed and they decided that their daughter's middle name would be of Irish origin, unbeknownst to Quinn, Rachel already had the perfect name picked out. The diva was just waiting until they had come up with the baby's first name before revealing it to her wife.

So they found themselves locked away in the blonde's trailer, Rachel sitting on the comfy leather couch holding the book of names with Quinn's head resting in her lap as the blonde rubbed her wife's stomach enjoying the feel of their daughter kick against the palm of her hand. Rachel rambled off a list of names, only stopping whenever she or Quinn would interject a no, before continuing to browse through the baby names. They were almost all the way through and the diva was beginning to grow impatient.

"Zoe?" she said as she glanced down to her wife who scrunched up her nose, shaking her head. "No. God! Why is this so hard," Quinn cried out as she rubbed her brow. Rachel huffed out a breath, they still had no idea of what they might want as a name and every day that passed brought them a day closer to the diva's impending due date and there was no way Quinn wanted to wait until after the baby was born to come up with something. "Okay," the blonde said raising a finger to her wife in a 'I have an idea' manner, "okay, one more time, go through the entire book one more time and if we don't come up with anything this time, we'll start asking for suggestions," she said. Rachel was reluctant but considering she was tired and her wife was due back on set soon, she nodded her head and opened the book back up at the very first page.

"Okay, here we go," she said as Quinn lifted her head from the diva's lap and sat up so that she was side by side with the diva so that she could read the names as Rachel called them out. Abigail, Alex, Alyson, Amanda, Becca, Bonnie, on and on they went through the names but nothing seemed to click, until, "Charlotte," Rachel said and just as she was about to move on Quinn placed a hand on her wife's arm and grabbed the book from her hands staring down at the name that had tripped a switch in the blondes head.

"That's it," Quinn said as she pointed at the name, "that's the name, it's perfect," the blonde beamed as she looked up at her wife who glanced down to read the name. "Charlotte?" Rachel asked and Quinn nodded. "Yeah, I mean think about it. It's a nice normal, traditional name and we can call her Charlie for short." Rachel chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about it, reciting the name over and over again in her head and the more she said it the more she began to like it. A smile began to creep across the divas face as she glanced up at her wife with shimmering bright brown eyes, "I love it," she said.

Quinn smiled back before she leaned in and kissed her wife, finally they had come up with a name. "Charlotte Fabray. It just sounds so right, now all we need is a middle name," she sighed as she cupped Rachel's cheek in her hand, feeling content that they at least would have a name for their daughter when she finally arrived into the world. Rachel sucked in her lower lip between her teeth, realising that now was the perfect opportunity to offer up her suggestion for a middle name. "Actually I think I have a name that I really like and I know for a fact that it has Irish origins," she explained as she sat up straighter and gripped her wife's hands in her own.

"Okay, well what is it?" Quinn asked giving the diva's hands a reassuring squeeze, eager to hear what the brunette had come up with. Rachel looked into those hazel eyes she loved so much, and seeing the love reflected back, she knew she had picked the right name. "Quinn. C-Charlotte Quinn Fabray," she stammered as she watched the realisation slowly spread across her wife's face. The words having finally sunk in, Quinn allowed a small tear to fall from her eye. "Y-you want to name our daughter after me?" she asked. Rachel nodded and smiled, gently wiping away the tear that had fallen down her wife's porcelain cheek.

"Yeah," Rachel said. "I want her to have a strong, courageous name. A name she can be proud of and I can't think of a better name than that." Quinn could feel the emotions bubbling inside her trying to force their way to the surface. But she refused to break down and cry like an emotional wreck. Today was a happy day, not a day for tears, that would come after the birth and she held her baby girl in her arms for the first time. Instead, Quinn reached over and pulled her wife into her arms, wrapping her up in a hug that said everything she couldn't in that moment. "Thank you," she finally managed and Rachel responded by holding her wife closer. After another moment passed the diva disengaged the hug and sat back, placing the book on the small table next to the couch.

"Okay so now that we have a name picked out, may I suggest that we arrange a day sometime this week to inform our friends that we have chosen them as Godparents," Rachel said as she pushed herself up to get more comfortable on the couch, baby aches and pains were beginning to creep up on the diva however Quinn was as attentive as ever, offering up foot rubs and massages, but Rachel's favourite was whenever 'Charlotte' was kicking up a storm, the blonde would sit in behind the small brunette and wrap her arms around her and softly caress her baby bump, and eventually, the gentle ministrations would eventually settle their daughter.

"I have tomorrow off from shooting, we could invite them over for lunch tomorrow, tell them together?" Quinn offered up as she stood from the couch to dump the empty cups in the bin and fix her hair, knowing that she would be called to set any moment. Rachel nodded her and pulled out her iPhone and sending off a text message, receiving replies almost immediately. "And done," Rachel said as she put her phone away. Easing herself off the couch she straightened out her clothes and began gathering up her belongings, intent on heading back to their spacious Penthouse suite and lounging around on the couch for the rest of the day.

Glancing around the trailer to make sure she had everything she brought, Rachel smiled. Whenever Quinn was filming a movie her trailer was always her sanctuary, the place she would escape to in order to relax or to get creative, either by writing on her Tumblr or reading a good book, and everything about the small living space reflected who the blonde was as a person. From the stack of books on the shelves next to the flat scree t.v, to the little sketch book lying on the work space next to the Mac laptop, and especially the pictures hanging up on cabinet doors of their friends and family and especially the double hinged silver photo frame that Quinn brought with her everywhere she went while working.

Inside were two pictures, one was the girls the day they had renewed their wedding vows, an exact copy of the picture that was in their Californian beach house, the other was a recent sonogram of their daughter where Quinn had written 'Baby Girl Fabray' at the bottom in black sharpie. Rachel had bought the frame as a gift one day to cheer up the blonde who was annoyed that she had to fly back to L.A to reshoot a scene that had already been completed. The diva knew her wife was just anxious about flying across country with the pregnancy half way through the second trimester, but Rachel reassured her and gifted her the picture frame which Quinn quickly got to work on finding the perfect pictures of her family.

"Is Puck still hanging out by the props trailer?" Quinn asked with a chuckle. No matter how responsible and grown up Puck got, he would still always have that childish, rebellious streak deep down that pretty much tarnished his entire high school career. Just as Rachel was about to reply a knock sounded on the door, "speak of the Devil," she said and Quinn smiled at Puck's punctuality, the guy refused to let either girl down in his duty to protect them and for that Quinn was forever grateful.

"Come in," Rachel hollered and the door opened to reveal Puck standing there with his aviators on as he sent a nod towards the girls in greeting. "You ready to go?" he directed at Rachel who nodded before picking up her oversized handbag and slinging it over her shoulder. Quinn and Rachel stepped toward each other and the blonde cupped her wife's face in the palm of her hands and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. "I'll see you at home," Quinn whispered against the diva's lips before dropping a quick kiss on her forehead and walking out of the trailer with her.

As Quinn watched Rachel and Puck climb into the SUV she waved them off before a voice from behind made her blood run cold, "Looks like we're alone." Turning on her heel, Quinn came face to face with a physical nightmare she just couldn't seem to outrun. "What the hell are you doing here Shannon," Quinn seethed, staring the tall brunette down with her deathly HBIC glare. Shannon snorted at the blondes attempt to intimidate her, leaning with her back against the side of the trailer, her hands linked together in front of her.

"Oh you know, just working. Turns out the director, was in need of a new P.A, and since my last client didn't want me, here I am. You and I are going to be seeing a lot more of each other over the next couple of months. And I for one, can't wait," Shannon husked as she leaned in towards Quinn's ear to whisper the last sentence. Feeling her space being invaded by unwanted attention, Quinn took a step back away from Shannon's advances and turned her head away so that she was no longer looking the other girl in the eye. Shannon glanced over the blondes shoulder and saw the retreating the SUV heading towards the studio gates.

"You know, pregnancy really suits that wife of yours. It would be an awful shame of anything were to happen to her or the baby." Before Shannon had the opportunity to say anything else, Quinn's blood hit boiling point and she snapped, lunging for the brunette and pinning her against the side of the trailer with her arm pressed against Shannon's chest, making it difficult for the bitch to move, as her other hand grabbed a fistful of chestnut hair and yanked it until Shannon released a shrill shriek.

"I swear to God if anything happens to Rachel or the baby at your hands I will kill with you my bare hands. Do you hear me, I will kill you," Quinn spat as a dark haired Latina came rushing over to stop her friend from doing something that could get her in serious trouble. Wrapping her arms around the former cheerleader's slim waist, Santana yanked her best friend away from Shannon and twirled her around so that her body was blocking both girls from getting at each other.

"Q calm down, calm, DOWN!" the Latina grunted as Quinn tried to push passed her to get at the other brunette who was smirking while fixing her hair. "She's not worth it. Just go do your job and get home to your wife." At the mention of her wife, Quinn began to settle down, reigning in her anger and instead focusing on the good things in her life to sate her anger. Looking into the dark eyes of her best friend, Quinn could see that mischievous glint that she was all too familiar with in High School. Nodding her head, Quinn squeezed Santana's hand in silent thanks before glaring at Shannon and walking away.

Shannon laughed at the blondes retreating figure and as she was about to make her way back to do her job, she was forcibly slammed back against the trailer by a seething Latina who was in no mood for playing games. Santana had her pinned against the cool metal by the scruff of her neck and was so close to Shannon's face the girl could feel the angry heaving breaths that Santana was releasing. They were completely alone, everyone had returned to set, and for once in her life, Shannon was actually scared, but she wasn't going to show it, but Santana could smell the fear and she was determined to make sure that Shannon knew that she wasn't fooling her.

"Let me break something down for you Snixx style. Q and Rach, they're my family, and I don't like anybody gettin all up in my family's business. Q's been my best friend since we were little kids and Rachel is like a little sister to me so if you do anything to mess up their marriage or do anything that might cause anything to happen to that baby, Imma go ALL Lima Heights! And bitch you better believe me when I say this, if you start something, I will personally end it and your pitiful existence." Taking one look around Santana noticed they were alone, releasing her hold on Shannon she swiftly knocked the wind out of the girl with a sneaky blow to the stomach leaving her in breathless heap on the ground. Yes, Santana Lopez was not somebody to be messed with.

The next day, Quinn had all but put Shannon's existence to the back of her mind. She had rather reluctantly told Rachel about their encounter, because she never wanted to keep secrets from her wife, but she hated that she was having to lay all this on top of the diva when she was supposed to be focusing on the pregnancy. Rachel was obviously upset, she had figured once they arrived back in New York that they would have put the girl behind them, unfortunately not. However today they had some important business to attend to and both girls refused to let Shannon put a dampener on their day. Lunch with their baby's prospective godparents was a special occasion, they wanted it to be a happy on as well.

"Babe can you get the door please," Rachel called out from the kitchen area at the sound of the buzzer. Quinn placed the last of the kitchen wear on the table and smiled as she made her way to answer the door. Once she opened it, she was greeted by the happy, but curious looks of Santana and Puck who were glad to be having lunch with their friends, but confused about why it was just them two. Santana was even more curious when Brittany informed her that she had a last minute dance class to teach and wouldn't be able to go.

"Hey guys," Quinn beamed as she stepped aside to let her friends in. Santana and Puck stepped inside, the Latina depositing her handbag on the stand by the door before walking further into the place that was like a second home to her and Britt, and that literally was home to Puck since he lived in an apartment in the same building Rachel had helped him to rent. "Lunch is almost ready so take a seat in the living, Rach and I have something we wanna talk to you about," Quinn said as she made her way to the kitchen to retrieve her wife.

"Do you know what this is about?" Puck asked as he and Santana took a seat on the couch waiting for their friends to emerge and explain what was going on. The Latina shook her head in the universal sign of 'no' and fidgeted with her engagement ring glancing up when she spotted Rachel waddling towards them with Quinn following behind. "Hey guys," Rachel said in her usual upbeat tone of voice that left no secret that she was happy about something before she and Quinn sat down on the oak wood coffee table so that they were face to face with their friends, Quinn's arm wrapped around the diva's back.

"So obviously we called you hear for a reason so let's just get right to it before Rachel spontaneously combusts," Quinn joked, earning a dig in the rib's from her wife. Rachel then turned to face her friends, the smile still plastered on her face. "Okay so the reason we asked you for lunch today is because, well," she trailed off looking at her wife smiled encouragingly at her, "We wanted to know if you guys would be Godparents to our daughter?" Rachel asked, watching in amusement at the looks of shock and confusion on their friends faces.

"Wait, wait, wait, you want us to be Godparents? Seriously?" Santana asked glancing back and forth between her best friends. Both Quinn and Rachel nodded their heads and beamed when they saw Santana become momentarily speechless, "Oh my God, well, YES! Of course," the Latina squealed leaning forward and hugging both girls before pulling back and trying to subtly wipe a tear from her eye, cause, you know, she was a badass, and badass bitches don't cry. Puck still looked kind of confused. "Why me? Isn't Kurt like your fairy Godfather or whatever?" he asked. Rachel laughed a little before leaning into Quinn.

"Yes, Kurt is my best friend and he will play a big part in this baby's life. But Noah, you've been like a brother to me, and, I'd kind of like to think that you could help me raise the baby to understand her Jewish roots. I mean most of the people in her life are Catholic or at the very least are from some branch of the Christian church. I want her to know both and I know that with you looking out for her, she will," Rachel smiled at him as Quinn gently kissed Rachel on the temple. "And I've already explained it to Kurt and he's completely fine with it. He understands why I chose you and I promised he had dibs on the next kid."

With everything having been explained to him, Puck began to smile. Quinn and Rachel trusted him to be there for their baby girl, for the first time in a very long time, he actually felt proud of himself and how far he had come. "Well in that case, I'd be honoured," he said as he stood up, helping Rachel to stand as he pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight. "Thank you," he whispered in her ear. Rachel just smiled and held him tighter. "You're a great man Noah Puckerman, I know you'll be an amazing uncle," she said.

Quinn and Santana couldn't help but melt at the sight of the pair embracing only Rachel Berry could reduce Puck to a big soft teddy bear. Feeling the need to cut through the excess mushiness in the room Santana snorted bringing all on eyes on her. "With me and Puck as Godparents, that kid is gonna be one bad ass motherfu-," before she could finish her sentence Rachel raised her finger to her ,"Do not finish that sentence in the presence of my child. She can hear everything and I refuse to have raised around such profanity."

Quinn laughed at Santana Lopez having been reprimanded by the tiny brunette. "I take it back, with a mom like she's gonna be a pain in the ass prude," the Latina retorted. Rachel glared at her friend as Quinn stood up and wrapped her arms around her wife from behind. "Trust me Lopez, my darling wife is no prude, especially in the bedroom," the blonde remarked earning grossed out looks from Puck and Santana and a slap on the arm from her wife. Yep, Charlotte Fabray was definitely going to have some very interesting and influential people in her life.

So there we have it. I hope you liked it, please review I love hearing what you thought. And in answer to a question I've been getting, yes we will find out soon why exactly Shannon is so hell bent on tormenting Quinn, and it goes back further than the drama of McKinley High and it will result in both Santana and Quinn revisiting a part of their shared past they are not proud of. So stay tuned for that. Talk to you soon.