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 (OK I said that last time and I'm wrong so I'm just gonna say I hope that the next chapter is the last chapter for the weekend).

Warning: I don't think there's anything really to warn about...other than this being sickly sweet and carrying the risk of rotting your teeth LOL

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.


Rachel couldn't sit still, the adrenaline pumping through her veins accompanied with her raw end nerves made her feel like her entire being was buzzing.

"Sweetie calm down," Quinn watched as the brunette paced the bedroom, going through drawers, the wardrobe, moving things from one place to another just so that she had something to do.

"I am calm," Rachel said absently as she rearranged the music sheets on her desk for the seventeenth time since Puck had picked up Beth.

"And I'm the Virgin Mary," she tried to keep the bitterness from her voice, the Holy name on which she had respected for so many years having become the taunt she received almost daily at school since the knowledge of her pregnancy with Beth had gone public.

"Why do you do that?" Rachel asked, stopping short of what she was doing, feeling guilty that she was slightly thankful to have something else to focus on.

"What?"

"Talk about yourself in a self-deprecating manner," Rachel walked over to where the blonde was perched on the end of the bed, "using the names people use against you against yourself?"

"I don't," Quinn shrugged, "do I?"

"Well in fairness that is the first time I've ever heard you do something like that," Rachel admitted, "but it fell so easily off of your tongue that it leads me to believe that perhaps it's something you do more frequently, even if it's not something you verbalise."

"What's with you and Puck going all psych 101 on my ass?" Quinn laughed nervously before resigning to answer Rachel, "I don't know Rach, I've never really thought about it."

"Sorry," the pregnant girl rushed, "I didn't mean to upset you."

"Upset me?" Quinn's brows furrowed together as she reached for the smaller girls hands and cupped them within her own, "Rach why would that upset me?"

"I don't know, I just, sometimes I say things without really thinking them through and I point out observations I've made which more often than not are inevitably wrong and I just end up upsetting people."

"It's ok to be nervous," Quinn saw the truth barely covered by Rachel's jumbled words.

"I'm not," Rachel breezed, "years of training has prepared me so that I don't get nervous."

"Yeah for performing," Quinn gently pulled the brunette closer to her, until the smaller form was pressed against her knees, "this isn't stage fright though is it?"

"What if they won't let me see you?" Rachel asked in a timid voice as she voiced her fear.

"That won't happen."

"You don't know that."

"You're right I don't know that," Quinn looked up into scared chocolate eyes, "but I really don't think your dads are big on double standards."

"What if they think this is a knee-jerk response because of…"

Quinn brought one of the hands cupped within hers to her lips and gently pressed them to the side of the nervous palm, "Then we'll tell them it's not."

"How can you be so calm about these things?" Rachel asked slightly exasperated.

"Because," Quinn tried to find an answer from somewhere, short of saying because I know your dads won't kick you out she found herself at a loss, "I just am."

Rachel pulled her hands free so that she could sit beside the blonde, "I'm not sure what to say to them."

"Just be honest with them," Quinn soothed as she slid her arm behind Rachel's back, her hand gripping lightly at the girls' waist.

"About everything?" Rachel asked, a meaning hidden in the depths of her voice that she hadn't voiced to anyone.

"Well it might be better if they knew we liked each other before, so yeah."

"I would've told them," Rachel tiptoed her words as she carefully thought about the things she never had the chance to say, "you know that right?"

"About us?" Quinn was confused, had Rachel changed her mind about telling her dads and not told her yet.

"No," Rachel knew she needed to explain further, but there was something niggling away at her, an illogical fear that wouldn't leave her be.

"What would you have told them Rach?" Quinn nudged, her fingers idly stroking the brunette's swollen side.

"All the things I didn't have time to make sense of at the park," Rachel answered, fear tingeing her voice, "that's why I left…so I could talk to my dads, I knew they'd be able to make sense of it…but by the time I got home…I wasn't really in the right frame of mind to talk to anyone so I just went for a shower…"

Quinn fought back the tears that she knew were threatening to streak her cheeks at hearing another way that Karofski had impacted upon the smaller girls life.

"I just don't want them to think I'm not fully invested in being with you," Rachel continued, "I don't want them to panic that I'm going to break."

"They're worried about you," Quinn leant her head against the one beside her so that their hair looked at though it melded, an odd representative of yin and yang, their shades so opposite of the other, "they're not the only ones."

"I'm not going to lie to you Quinn," Rachel's left hand rested so that it was between her thigh and the blonde's, a weak connection between the two of them, "I can't tell you that I'm ok. I think with the baby and everything that perhaps I still haven't fully digested everything, and that maybe because of that the worse is yet to come. I don't know." She paused a moment, slightly turning her head so that Quinn had to lift hers, she looked into the hazel eyes before her noting the different colours that gave them their hazel like appearance and stored the information for a later date, "But I can tell you I'm getting there, I'm not entirely sure where there is but I'm better I suppose. I feel different. I don't feel as I did two months ago, a month ago, or even a week ago and I think that that's a good thing, that maybe I'm making some progress in moving forward."

"Ok," Quinn nodded.

"I'm not going to break," Rachel promised, "I just need people to have a little bit more faith and belief in me. I am not going to break."

"I believe in you, but that doesn't mean that I don't worry about you. I care about you Rach, a lot."

Rachel smiled and palmed Quinn's cheek, "I care about you too," she couldn't help but smile, despite all the shit she had gone through, all the shit she had yet to go through, some good had come of it all.

"What's that look for?" Quinn asked, slightly wary, unsure as she could trust her eyes of what she was seeing.

"What look?" Rachel asked.

"Nothing," Quinn shook her head, she knew that look, it had just been so long since she had seem a smile that reached the singers eyes the way it did just then, it had only lasted a brief moment, "just…it's nothing," she mentally kicked herself, blaming herself for disrupting the spark of life in the rich chocolate pools.

Rachel leant forward and kissed the blonde mother before her, smiling into the soft lips that were under hers. "Has anyone ever told you you're a little peculiar?"

"No," Quinn laughed, "I don't think they have but then again not many people possess your vocabulary."

Rachel blushed slightly at the compliment, or what she chose to take as a compliment, "What time is it?"

Quinn turned her head away reluctantly and noted the time on the clock, "Almost quarter to two."

"Daddy's plane should get in soon," Rachel said, her voice a mixture of excitement and sadness, "I imagine they'll be home around three thirty."

"Does your dad usually pick your daddy up from the airport?"

"No," Rachel smiled fondly, "he usually goes with him, providing his work doesn't interfere. If he can't go though he'll pick him up from the airport, he's usually there half hour early just in case the plane gets in early."

"That's kinda sweet."

"It's just the way they've always been," Rachel shrugged it off as though it were a normality she'd expect to find within any relationship.

"Well it's still sweet," Quinn tried to think of a time when she had seen genuine displays of affections between her parents but couldn't recall any. Wow my family is so screwed up. No wonder mom and dad are getting divorced.

Rachel's voice cut through Quinn's thoughts, "So what do you want to do?"

"Well you were kinda wiped when I got back yesterday," Quinn smiled, it had been nice to have Rachel fall asleep against her, even nicer that she too had been able to grab a nap while Beth slept, "and then with dinner and the film, you never really told me how your day was yesterday, if you managed to find a colour for the nursery or anything like that."

"Oh," Rachel stood up and offered Quinn her hand, "come with me."

"What?" Quinn arched a finely shaped eyebrow, uncertain how discussing colours could lead to her needing to follow Rachel anywhere.

"Come with me," Rachel repeated, this time tangling her hand with the blonde's and tugging until she stood.

"Rach, what's this got to do with yesterday?"

"You'll see," Rachel chirped as she led Quinn out of the bedroom and across the hall into the spare room.

"If you tell me you painted it yesterday I may have to kill you or something," the young mother muttered.

"No Quinn don't be ridiculous," Rachel laughed at the absurdity, "it would take more than a few hours to paint the entire room, besides Dad wouldn't let me."

"Thank God for that," Quinn uttered under her breath as she waited for Rachel to open the curtains and bathe the room in light, revealing several tins of paint lined neatly at the foot of the bed, "I see you picked a colour then."

"Yeah," Rachel blushed, "it was a lot harder than I had originally anticipated."

"What's with the pieces of paper?" Quinn asked nodding towards the folded papers on top of one of the tins.

"Oh," the blush deepened, "colour meanings."

"Cool," Quinn squatted down besides the tins, "lilac, it's nice, what made you pick that one then?"

"I don't know, it was between lilac and yellow, like the shade in my room but I didn't want her to have the same," Rachel babbled, "I don't know I guess I thought the lilac was…soothing."

"What does it mean?" Quinn asked genuinely interested.

Rachel walked over to the tins of paint and picked up the folded pages. Unfolding the pages she let her eyes glide over the printed words and like before felt triumphant in her mission, "Here," she passed Quinn the correct page.

Quinn eagerly accepted the page and let her eyes focus on the print, scanning until she came across the correct colour.

Purple has a special, almost sacred place in nature: lavender, orchid, lilac and violet flowers are often delicate and considered precious. Because purple is derived from the mixing of a strong warm and strong cool colour it has both warm and cool properties. A purple room can boost a child's imagination or an artist's creativity. Too much purple, like blue, could result in moodiness.

"Well," Quinn looked up at the brunette who was watching her anxiously, "I hope she's not an artist, she's gonna be creative enough with you for a mom, boosting her creativity would just be unfair on the rest of the world."

"Do you think I chose the right colour?"

"I think it's perfect," Quinn said as she stood, "I see that paint wasn't the only thing you got yesterday," she turned her head to focus on the bag on the bed that she had glimpsed out of the corner of her eye, the logo emblazoned on it clearing up any questions as to what or more precisely who the contents might be for.

"Yeah, I wanted to show you yesterday," Rachel walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, pulling the bag towards her, "but Puck and then sleep, I sort of lost the point of what I wanted to show you when you got home."

The blonde walked over to the wicker chair that was placed by the window facing the bed and sat down so that she was facing her girl, a smile tugging at her lips as she realised she had just referred to the brunette as her girl, "Show me now?"

"I wasn't going to get anything," Rachel explained as she put her hand inside the bag, "I was going to wait until I could go with Dad and Daddy, but I wanted to go look with Dad. I guess test the waters if that makes sense?" She looked at Quinn who nodded in understanding. "I don't think I've ever felt so small before. It's absurd that even though I'm two months away from her arrival every time that I do something new that's to do with her she suddenly becomes that bit more real. And that sentence made no sense whatsoever I'm sure of it," Rachel let out a small disbelieving laugh, "why is it every time I talk about her I lose the ability to form coherent sentences?"

"I get it, it made sense," Quinn smiled at the girl before her, "it's new and scary and intimidating. I felt like sometimes I was watching someone else live my life, like none of it was real. It was weird."

"Ok, guess it made sense after all," Rachel was relieved, she wasn't stupid, she knew that she would never be able to relate to Quinn's experience nor would Quinn be able to relate to her own but she found comfort in knowing that the blonde at least had a deeper understanding than most, "well while we were there I found this," she pulled a book out of the bag and handed it to Quinn, "I thought maybe it'd be easier to find her a name if I had some to look at…I was hoping that maybe you'd look with me?"

"Of course I'll look with you, I told you I would help didn't I?"

"I know, I just didn't want to assume anything."

Quinn moved so that she was sat next to Rachel, her hand resting lazily on the other girls knee, "You're a dork do you know that?" she said warmly, "If I say I'm gonna do something Rach, I'm gonna do it, I'm not saying it just to make you feel better. I actually want to help."

"I don't understand why."

"When I say I care for you, I mean it," Quinn felt a little apprehensive about her next words, but she needed Rachel to know, "both of you ok?"

Rachel swallowed back the sudden lump that had formed in her throat, "Really?"

"Really."

The small brunette fought back against the surge of emotions fuelled by hormones that brought tears to the brink of her eyes, "I…" she cleared her throat, attempting to find her voice again, "I got something for her."

Quinn sat silently as she watched Rachel's delicate hand retrieve a second item from the bag.

"I know it probably seems stupid," her fingers trembled ever so slightly as she unfolded a cream fleece blanket, "but when I saw it I just…I don't know, I wanted her to have it," she explained as she offered the blanket to Quinn.

The blonde took the blanket and carefully rubbed her fingers against the material, "It feels really nice," Quinn continued to study the material in her hand, searching for the meaning behind the simplicity, it didn't take her long to find it. "Stars," her fingers traced the cluster of stars in the corner, her eyes absorbing the embroidery, taking note of the gold edges and echoes surrounding each star.

Rachel rested her hand on top of Quinn's allowing her fingers to trace the outlines along with the blonde's long, slender digits, "I might not get to be the star anymore but maybe…" she felt Quinn's hand still and she followed suit, her palm resting against the back of the blonde's hand, "maybe she'll be my little star?"

Quinn turned her hand beneath Rachel's so that their hands were palm to palm and laced their fingers, "Star, mini Houdini, whatever you name her, she'll be yours," her eyes stayed focused on the pale yellow encased in gold stars, "you're gonna be an amazing mom Rach."


Attention: Hi *waves* I hope you're all having a good weekend.

First off I want to thank everyone who has ever reviewed - you are all awesome, thank you so much, your reviews have been more than helpful and have helped to create this story so really, thank you! On that note, please, please, please keep the reviews coming they really do help.

Ok so this chapter was a bit of an ass to write and I ended up writing another chapter by accident in this (I've removed it for now but you'll get to read it eventually) and I really must thank chunkmunk09 and Davis B.P for all their help, whether they were brainstorming with me or putting up with me chatting utter crap at 5 o'clock in the morning, they are truly amazing people and I've gained two rather amazing friends which I never expected to happen when I started writing this story - guys you are amazing, never change who you are!

Speaking of chunkmunk09 we've been discussing the fact that this story is nearing it's end, (although it doesn't seem like it I'm sure) and yes this story must and will come to an end. I've had a few people ask if I'm going to write a sequel and I must admit I am seriously considering it so my first question to you is...

Would you want a sequel to Dirty Little Secret?

If you're answer is yes then send mountains of love to chunkmunk09 as I've already decided the only way I'll write a sequel is if she continues to be my brainstorming buddy, so if you want a sequel run over to her an start kissing her ass LOL JOKE! But seriously, send mucho love to her, cos I really am only going to write a sequel if I've got my brainstorming buddy in it with me LOL

Right ok so I've been toying with a few ideas, of course I'm not gonna give you the full idea cos well then it'd be spoiled and you wouldn't wanna read it would you? So I have a few questions and believe me that answers are vital cos these ones could have a HUGE impact on the story so get your thinking gaps on boys and girls!

How do YOU think Finn is going to react to the news of Quinn and Rachel?

Would you like to see the more vulnerable side of Quinn?

And finally, quite possibly the most important question at the moment, I know a LOT of people were slightly (or more than) annoyed that Shelby didn't really get to come into the story SO the question is...

Would you like to see Shelby integrated into this story? I finally have a workable idea so it's not like I'm literally just gonna drop her in for good measure.

Oh and apparently a few people are concerned about the idea of having a seven month pregnant girl on a roof, so once again I put this before the judges...

One last ROOF talk between Rachel and Santana, yes or no? (By the way if it's a no, don't panic, there will still be a Rachel/Santana talk)

Right well I hope (pretty please) that people will review this chapter and answer my questions :) I hope you all enjoyed this update and I promise that I will try and get the next chapter done within the next couple of days so that we can finally be done with the weekend LOL

Bye for now!