Summary: Rachel has a secret and Quinn has figured it out - but will Quinn use this knowledge to exact revenge on Rachel for telling Finn that Puck was really the father or will she use her own experiences to help. WARNING - language and sexual content in the form of rape, also at some point possible reference to self-harm.

Pairing: Rachel/Quinn

Notes: Continuation: The start of an interesting weekend for Quinn and Rachel - Should be one more chapter to follow this one and then the weekend will be done and over with.

Warning: I don't think there's anything really to warn about...sorry if there is!

Disclaimer: I own nothings, but the random ramblings of which occur in my brain. Glee and any other copyrighted content used belongs to their respective owners.


"So who else knows?" Puck asked as he climbed into the drivers' seat, ready to drop Quinn back at the Berry's.

"Well obviously you know now," Quinn said as she strapped Beth into the car seat, "Santana and Artie know," she closed the door and took her place in the front besides Puck, "and Mercedes, although she wasn't supposed to, that one was an accident."

Puck laughed as he pulled out of the Fabray home driveway, "How can she accidentally know?"

"She caught me and Rachel kissing," Quinn said blushing at the memory.

"Well that sucks," Puck sulked, "you couldn't let me find out that way?"

Quinn punched his arm, "You're such a pig sometimes do you know that?"

"You love it," he smirked before becoming serious again, "are you gonna tell the rest of Glee?"

"To be honest I hadn't really thought about that, I guess it's something me and Rachel need to talk about."

"I don't think anyone will have a problem. Well…except for Finn."

"What? I mean yeah ok so Finn and Rachel dated but that was over ages ago, why would he cause a problem?" Quinn asked confused.

"Before all this happened," Puck pulled to a stop at a set of lights and quickly turned so that he was facing Quinn, "he was planning on finding a way to get Rachel back, then well…the shit hit the fan."

Quinn swatted his arm, "Would you watch what you're saying!"

"Sorry," he glanced in his review, "it's fine, she's asleep."

"Not the point," Quinn rolled her eyes, "light's green."

Puck snapped back so that he was facing the road and pulled off, "Anyways all this stuff happened and he put it all on hold, but all summer he's been trying to find a way to win Rachel back and let her know that he'll take care of her and the baby."

"Please be joking?" Quinn couldn't believe this was happening, "they split up last year Puck, last year!"

"Yeah I know," Puck pulled up in front of the Berry home and shut off the engine, "but he says he's in love with her."

"Wonderful," Quinn's voice dripped with sarcasm, "this could be interesting when he does find out."

"Yeah well you know I've got your back," Puck said as he began to climb out of the car.

Quinn reached forward and grabbed his forearm, "Please don't mention this to Rachel, I'll tell her but she's stressing about telling her dads about…us. She doesn't need to be stressed about Finn as well."

"Gotcha," Puck nodded, "I'm not gonna say a word but you'll need to tell her Quinn, before we get back to school cos otherwise he'll corner her and she won't have a clue what to do."

"I know, I'll tell her," Quinn promised, "let's just get this weekend out of the way."

"She's telling them this weekend?" Puck asked as he gathered all of Beth's things.

"Sounded like that was what she wanted to do when we talked about it this morning," Quinn's voice was muffled as she stuck her head back inside the car to retrieve Beth.

"Will you be with her?"

"I want to be," Quinn admitted, "but it's up to her."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Are you gonna tell your mom?"

"I'm not even thinking about that one," Quinn said as she walked the path to the front door, noticing Hiram's car in the driveway, "I've not long moved back in."

"True," Puck agreed, "if it helps you, I'm not gonna tell my mom about this, you don't need her on your back about this right now."

"Thanks," Quinn knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer it.

"You have a key," Puck pointed out.

"For if they weren't home," Quinn countered.

Puck shook his head in despair.

"Quinn," Hiram greeted as he opened the front door, "why didn't you just let yourself in? I did give you a key so you could."

"Told you," Puck said smugly.

"Shut up," the blonde threw over her shoulder, before turning to Hiram, "you said to use it if you guys weren't in, I didn't want to assume that I could just let myself in if you were in."

Hiram stepped to the side letting Quinn and Puck enter the house, "Well now you know for next time."

Quinn retrieved the spare key from her pocket and offered it to Hiram to only have it refused.

"You might as well keep it," Hiram smiled at the blonde, "you're here enough, and it'll make it easier for you especially when the weathers bad and you've got Beth with you."

"Are you sure?" Quinn was reluctant to accept the key, especially when neither Hiram nor Leroy were aware of her and Rachel's relationship.

"Yes I'm sure, Leroy and I talked about this the other week and we decided together that perhaps you should have your own key seeing as you spend so much time here."

"Oh…thank you," Quinn stumbled over her words; she had never had this sort of trust shown to her by anyone's parents before.

"Is Rachel around Mr. Berry?" Puck stepped in, saving Quinn from her awkwardness, "I'd really like to apologise to her."

Hiram held Puck with his eyes, scrutinising the boy trying to suss him out, after accepting that Puck was being sincere he finally answered, "She's in her room," his eyes darted to Quinn, "I'm sure you want to put your things away?"

"Yeah that'd be great," Quinn understood Hiram's reluctance to allow Puck go up to Rachel unsupervised, "I'll take Puck with me."

"Ok," Hiram began to walk towards the lounge, "oh Quinn?"

Quinn paused at the bottom step of the stairs, "Yes?"

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"No, not yet," Quinn felt guilty for not eating before returning to the Berry household.

"Good," Hiram smiled warmly at the blonde, "I think we're doing take away tonight, tell Rachel to let me know when you guys are hungry ok?"

"Sure," she offered Hiram a final smile before continuing up the stairs, Puck carrying Beth a few steps behind her.

Quinn stopped just outside of Rachel's room, and knocked on the door, "Rach?"

"Come on in," Rachel's voice muffled through the wood.

Quinn hesitated a moment, "Puck's with me."

Rachel opened her bedroom slowly and looked at Puck looming behind Quinn, "I don't mean to be rude but what are you doing here Noah?"

"Quinn can I…" Puck let his words trail off as Quinn stepped slightly to the side so that Rachel and Puck had a clear view of each other and he took a tentative step forward, "I'm real sorry bout what I called you this morning."

"Don't worry about it," Rachel said half-heartedly, her mind preoccupied with other things.

"I do worry about it Rachel, I shouldn't have said it," Puck noticed that brunette wasn't quite paying attention and did the one thing he knew would illicit a response from her (as well as earn him a smack from Quinn), "I was a total dick for saying it."

"NOAH!" Rachel's focus snapped to the boy in front of her, "Watch your tongue when there are delicate ears around," she said nodding at the squirming child in his arms.

Puck smirked inwardly, knew that would work, "Sorry."

"Not as sorry as you're gonna be if you keep swearing in front of Beth," Quinn warned.

"Well I had to get her to listen somehow," Puck shrugged.

"Sorry Noah," Rachel sighed, "I guess I just have some stuff occupying my mind right now, what is it you were saying?"

"I'm sorry for this morning, for calling you mama," Puck put as much sincerity into his words as he could, "I didn't think about it when I said it and I'm sorry. I didn't say it to be mean or anything."

"I know," Rachel was touched that Puck had come to apologise, even though she had suspected that he done so partly due to Quinn, "it's ok Noah, I forgive you and while it's not my favourite term of endearment I am bound to hear a lot worse when we return to school."

"Not if I can help it," Puck stepped into protective mode.

"Why don't you guys come sit in here?" Rachel said as she backed into her room, "I get the impression that Beth would like to get down," she was surprised that Noah was able to keep the child in his arms Beth was wriggling and writhing that much in an attempt to escape his grasp.

"You're sure you're ok with having me in your room?" Puck asked not wanting to push Rachel.

"I'll be fine," Rachel promised, this was something she wanted to do, she didn't want to spend the rest of her life scared of her friends just because they were guys, "besides, Quinn is here."

"Alright then," Puck shrugged stepping into the room, Quinn not far behind him and putting Beth down once the door had been shut.

"Ease up Rach," Quinn said noticing how stiff the other girl was, "just relax ok? I wouldn't let anything happen to you."

"It's not that," Rachel fidgeted nervously, "well it is but it isn't."

"Ok now I'm confused," Puck said from his spot on the floor.

"I don't know how to explain it," Rachel admitted.

"Then don't," Quinn smiled softly at her, as she too sat on the floor so that Beth had another target to run at.

Rachel awkwardly joined the others and sat on the floor close to the blonde, "Did you have any luck with finding a car?"

"Ugh…" Quinn groaned.

"I wouldn't go there if I were you," Puck chuckled, "Judy kept suggesting minivans."

"Oh," Rachel's face scrunched as she tried to puzzle out what was wrong with minivans, "is that a bad thing?"

"Soccer moms Rach," Quinn couldn't help but laugh, even now it seemed absurd to her that her mother would suggest such a thing, "do I look like a soccer mom to you?"

"Soccer moms have a look?" Rachel teased, but stopped as soon as she noticed the look on Quinn's face, "Ok! No, you do not look like a soccer mom. It's pretty funny though to think of you as one."

"Ha ha," the blonde said sarcastically.

"Rachel's got a point, it's pretty funny," Puck smirked as he helped Beth turn around so that she was running towards the two women opposite.

"She seems happy," Rachel smiled as the small blonde came barrelling (well as fast as a pre-toddler can) at her.

"She's had a busy day," Puck said warmly, "I wouldn't be surprised if she slept like the dead later on though."

"That'd make a nice change," Quinn smiled.

Beth toddled over to Rachel and stumbled against the brunettes' stomach, resting there a moment while she found her feet again, all the while babbling to herself.

"Do you ever wonder what it is she's babbling about?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah," Puck and Quinn said almost simultaneously.

"What are you on about?" Rachel muttered as she watched the babbling toddler who was using her shirt to pull herself up.

Beth suddenly silenced and stared with a mixed look of wonder and fear across her face at Rachel's stomach.

"What's wrong?" Puck rushed, unable to see his daughters face.

"Nothing," Rachel's words were slow, her eyes never leaving the blonde child who was still staring at her bump, "I bet that felt strange didn't it?"

"Ok someone wanna tell me what's going on?" Puck asked confused.

"She kicked," Rachel answered looking up at Puck, "not Beth," she added when she noticed that he still looked slightly confused, "she kicked. Beth must have felt her when she was leaning against me."

"I didn't know you could feel her, makes sense, it's just I didn't realise you could yet," Puck worried about the girl who had once been his girlfriend, "how do you feel about it?"

"I don't know," Rachel admitted, "strange. Relieved and angry all at once. I mean it's a good thing, she's healthy and moving and I should be happy about this but I just can't bring myself to be happy about it and that makes me angry."

"No one expects you to be happy about this," Puck answered.

"I want to be," Rachel admitted, feeling a little more confident with her words once Quinn had moved even closer to her so that there shoulders were barely touching, "I don't hate her, I thought I would but I don't but I'm not happy either."

"I think it's a pregnant chick thing," Puck tried to cheer the dark haired diva up, "Q wasn't jumpin' for joy either."

"He's right," Quinn agreed, "and you know how much I hate it when he's right."

"Yeah," Rachel let out a feeble laugh, "but Noah loves it."

"Damn straight I do," Puck smirked, his eyes glancing towards the bedside clock, "I should probably get going I promised mom I'd help out with dinner."

"Ok," Quinn pushed herself from her position on the floor and picked up Beth who was still staring fascinated at Rachel's stomach, "come on you, time to say goodbye to daddy."

Beth struggled in her mothers' arms; too keen and interested in the flutter of movement she had felt under Rachel's skin.

"Don't miss me too much will you?" Puck said sarcastically as he placed a kiss on his daughters' cheek, "Be a good girl for Daddy, I'll be back for you tomorrow. Let me know if you want me to get her earlier yeah?"

"Earlier?" Rachel asked slightly confused.

"I'll fill you in in a minute Rach," Quinn smiled at the brunette who seemed to be struggling slightly to right herself from the floor.

"Here," Puck offered Rachel his hand for her to pull herself up on.

Rachel hesitated a moment before taking Puck's hand and allowing him to help her up, "Thanks."

"No problem," he smiled softly at her.

"I'll see you out," Rachel said awkwardly.

"You don't have to," Puck said already halfway out the door.

"We'll wave to daddy from the window won't we?" Quinn questioned Beth knowing that she wouldn't get an answer.

"Bye girls," Puck said with a final wave before disappearing down the hall, his steps thudding on the stairs as he made to leave.

Quinn moved over to the bedroom window, Beth in her arms and watched as Puck climbed into his car and drove off all the while moving Beth's arm and saying, "Bye bye Daddy, say bye bye."

Rachel closed her bedroom door, "Why did Puck say about picking Beth up early tomorrow?"

"In case we wanted some time," Quinn turned to face Rachel, "to talk, if you were gonna tell your dads tomorrow, he thought it'd be easier for us to maybe have some time to talk while your dads were out of the house and we didn't have Beth to worry about but that's only if you want me there."

"I do," Rachel said as she sat on the bed, "I think maybe it'd be better if we told them together somehow."

Quinn felt a wave of relief wash over her, "I was hoping you'd say that."

"Why?"

"Cos I want your dads to know that I'm serious about this," Quinn explained, "I think if I weren't there it wouldn't look like I was."

"You're serious about this?"

"Yeah," Quinn sat beside Rachel, Beth beginning to droop in her arms, "I like you Rach, a lot, why wouldn't I be serious about you?"

Rachel blushed, "I don't know."

"You're a goof," Quinn hushed, gently rocking a tired and slightly disgruntled Beth in her arms, "hey do me a favour? Grab me her pacifier? I think it's in the zip part of the bag."

"Sure," Rachel said, leaving the bed to rummage through the bag, returning once she had found it.

"Thanks," Quinn took the pacifier and gently pushed it against Beth's mouth until the child took it and quietened, "Thank God for that."

"Did you talk to Noah?" Rachel asked nervously.

"I did."

"And?" Rachel squirmed anxiously, "How did it go?"

Quinn felt the smirk tug at her lips before she carefully leant across the sleeping child in her arms and gently pressed her lips against the brunettes. "Does that answer your question?" she asked pulling back.

"So he's really ok with this?" Rachel asked still slightly unsure of it all.

"He's more than ok with it Rach," Quinn smiled, "only thing he was annoyed about was that he didn't get to find out the same way Mercedes did."

"That sounds like Puck," Rachel let out a small laugh, "I'm glad he's ok with it."

"Me too," Quinn admitted, "although he didn't really seem all that surprised by it."

"He didn't?" Rachel's face was a mask of confusion.

"No," Quinn stood and carefully walked over to place an almost sleeping Beth in the cot, "he knows me a little better than I give him credit for."

Rachel sat silently, waiting for Quinn to continue.

Quinn returned to sitting beside Rachel, "He knew I liked you before I did," she laughed.

"He did?"

"Yeah," Quinn couldn't keep the amusement out of her voice; "now that he's pointed it out I can't believe I didn't see it sooner."

"How long?" Rachel asked intrigued.

"Hmm?" Quinn had lost herself in her thoughts as she thought of all the times Puck had pointed out to her.

"How long have you liked me?" Rachel ventured again.

"Oh…" Quinn could feel the blush steadily making its way up her neck, I hate that she makes me blush this much, "erm…well before any of…" she paused a moment thinking of how to rephrase her words, "you were still with Finn let's just put it that way."

"Wow," Rachel was shell shocked, "really?"

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"Yes," Quinn looked Rachel in the eyes, "Is it really that hard to believe?"

"A little bit," Rachel admitted, her voice sounding smaller than her body.

"Well it is," Quinn offered the brunette a sincere smile; "there's a lot to like about you Rach, even when you talk too much."

Rachel leant forward and brushed her lips against the blondes flushed cheek, "Quinn?" her voice continued to sound small as she pulled herself up on to the bed so that she could cuddle against the blonde.

"Yeah?" Quinn shifted her legs so that they were on the bed and lifted her arm so that Rachel's head could rest against her chest and wrapped the arm loosely around the smaller girls shoulders.

"You do know that I'm not with you because of what happened right?"

Quinn smiled, "I never thought for a moment you were."

"Good," Rachel drew herself closer, wrapping her arm around the ex-Cheerios stomach, "because I wouldn't want you to think I was and to be truthful with you, I think I liked you before as well, I just didn't get a chance to really decipher what the feelings I had towards you were because of..."

"Shhh," Quinn pressed her lips to the top of the head resting against her, "Doesn't matter now."


Attention: Hi everyone, thanks for being so patient with the updates. I seem to be having internet problems at the moment which is making it hard for me to post as well as a touch of mental block making it hard to write so thanks for bearing with me.

Ok so a LOT of people would like to see a Rachel and Santana roof scene that one last time so my question to you is this...

How do I go about doing it? Do I continue with the idea that Santana just seems to know when Rachel's on the roof and happens to turn up? Do you have any suggestions as to how they end up on the roof this time? Is there anything in particular you'd like them to talk about? I've got a few ideas for what they'll talk about but nothing concrete just yet.

Ok so next chapter Rachel is gonna tell her dads - the thing is how will they react? Any suggestions?

Erm...ok I'm still kinda stranded on the whole name thing so keep suggesting names. I think I'm stuck on it cos I've not really given it any serious thought cos of having to tackle the other issues.

Oh in the next chapter as a starting point - would you like to find out about Rachel's shopping trip with her dad and the reason she was so pleased about the colour lilac? It kinda got neglected this chapter but I figure I could always use it as a starting point for the next if people wanna know about it.

I really look forward to hearing what people think so please, please, please review.

And give a big thanks to both chunkmunk09 and Davis B.P cos without them I'd probably still be going erm... LOL they put up with my random insomniac ramblings and bear with my shitty internet while waiting for updates in the brainstorming department so big love to both of them. I never thought when writing this I'd end up making some awesome friends like this pair.