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I hope you all had a safe and joyful Christmas, and if I don't update in the next few days, I already wish you and happy new year!

Also, I've just watched all three of the Maze Runner movies. I've read the books a few months ago and I just- it's kind of creepy watching a movie in which a virus destroys the human race and *SPOILER* everyone besides the Immunes dies. It's not very comforting. But I loved it, seriously. Now, don't read the next sentence if you plan to watch/read it. I was destroyed when Newt died, because I loved him so much. Also, he was totally in love with Thomas, and you can't convince me otherwise. And despite all, I really felt bad for Teresa, she was just trying to find a cure, and she genuinely wanted to help in her own way.

Okay, spoiler part ended.

I want to thank you all for the kind reviews, they make me smile, I like when people appreciate what I write!

The chapter title is a quote from Friends – again – and Phoebe's brother says it.

Once again, enjoy! ;)

-Chapter twelve-

Chandler is a girl!

May 16

After almost five months of living together, Rachel and Quinn had found their daily routine, and it worked perfectly. Every morning, they left to go to their jobs – Rachel to the theatre and Quinn to the Aquarium. They had lunch together every day, then they came back to work. Usually, Rachel was the last one to come home, and she always found Quinn snuggled in a blanket in the bow window, with a Prussian blue notebook on her knees and a pen between her fingers, busy writing lots of words. Usually, when Rachel stepped into the home, she was welcomed with a wonderful smell coming from the kitchen, a sign that Quinn had started dinner. And usually, Quinn ran to her and hugged her tightly, kissing her and telling her how much she had missed her during the day.

Rachel was really curious about what Quinn was constantly writing on her notebook, but Quinn never showed her it, and Rachel never pushed her, because she knew it must have been something quite private and personal.

But that day, it was different. Rachel stepped into their home, and discovered it was strangely quiet. No soft noises coming from the kitchen, no music coming from the radio, no Quinn running to her. Even the light was off.

"Quinn?" Rachel called, turning the lights on. No one responded her. Rachel frowned. She knew Quinn was able to focus on multiple things at the same time, she knew she was always on attention, and she also knew that her hearing was somehow better than the other people's. So she really started to worry.

"Quinn? Are you here?" she called again, a little bit louder. Rachel dropped her purse and coat on the floor, forgetting to kick out her shoes, "Quinn? Are you okay? Quinnie?"

She started to think that maybe Quinn was at Nancy's, or maybe with Brittany and Santana, or maybe with Puck, or maybe… oh, shit. The light in their room was on, and Quinn never forgot to turn off the lights. Never.

Rachel started to breathing heavily, while she hurried to the room, knocking lightly. She was hoping hard that maybe Quinn was just asleep, or maybe she had earphones on… that couldn't be that one, though, since earphones freaked out Quinn.

"Quinn? Please, tell me you're fine" Rachel mumbled, her heart beating fast in her chest, her whole body was shacking. She slowly opened the door.

As soon as Quinn saw the door of their bedroom opening, she stood up and rushed to Rachel, hugging her tightly. She felt the tiny brunette freeze for a second, then she started talking fast, sounding angry, but Quinn wouldn't let go of her. She buried her head in Rachel's soft, soft dark hair, inhaling her familiar and comforting scent, with silent tears falling from her eyes.

She could hear Rachel rambling about how scared she was, and she was quite sure she heard the words "don't you ever do something like that again!" and "you scared the fuck out of me!", followed with tiny relief sobs.

Quinn didn't mean to scare Rachel, she really didn't. She was just so sad, and when she heard Rachel coming home, she just couldn't let the words spill out, and she could only wait and hope that her wonderful girlfriend didn't freak out too much.

But now she was holding her tight, she was inhaling Rachel's scent, she was confusedly tapping with her fingers on her back, unable to focus on her usual rhythm.

"Hey, hey, I'm here Q, I'm here," she heard Rachel said reassuringly, and she felt the brunette holding her tighter, stroking her hair and trying to guide her toward the bed. Quinn let her, and they fell together on the blankets, Quinn still crying and hugging Rachel tight.

"What's wrong, baby? Just tell me, I'm here for you, I promise," Rachel was quietly saying, pressing soft kisses all over Quinn's face, trying to dry her tears with kisses. "Quinn, you need to calm down a little, okay? I'm here for you, sweetie, I really am. Can you look at me?"

Quinn didn't look at her in the eyes, but she allowed herself to calm down a little, breathing deeply and snapping her fingers quietly – it helped her a lot, when she was sad or tired. Rachel continued kissing her face tenderly. Her lips gently rested on each of Quinn's cheeks, on her jawline, on the tip of her nose, on her forehead… everywhere she could reach.

"I-I am n-no-not…" Quinn babbled incoherently, wiping away her tears, and trying to spill out the words.

The fact was that she had wrote this book. This novel that talked about Rachel. Well, Rachel's name was never said explicitly, but in Quinn's mind it was all about Rachel. The story was about this girl, this beautiful, tiny, brunette girl who had big dreams, that met another little girl, a blonde one. In Quinn's story, the two girls lived in a beautiful kingdom, where it was winter all year long, and it snowed almost every day, in which everyone was happy, because there was no hate, no pressure, no bad feelings.

And everyone ate blue Gatorade popsicles.

In this magic kingdom, Quinn settled the most beautiful love story she could think of, filled with magic tricks and good and pure feelings. She didn't write what did really happen between them, because that was their little special story, and she invented the whole plot, but the feelings were real.

And then, while she was writing with her heart the most beautiful love story she could think of, she realized that Rachel could have anyone, and instead she was stuck with Quinn. Quinn with her stutters, insecurities, tics and all.

Babbling quickly and not making much sense, Quinn managed to say it out loud, and after a good twenty minutes, Rachel managed to understand the situation. During the whole time, while she listened to Quinn's rambling speech, she held her close, kissing the top of her head lightly and stroking her back.

"Quinn, that's… I…" Rachel tried to say. Quinn was calm now, she wasn't crying anymore, and she was quietly snapping her fingers. Two snaps, one snap, five quick snaps.

Rachel took a deep breath, and she paused for a second, trying to find the words.

"Quinn, I would never, in a million years, leave you. I simply can't. As cheesy as it sounds, I can't imagine a world, a life without you," Rachel softly said, cupping gently Quinn's face and looking straight into her eyes. "I'm in love with you, okay? Nothing is going to change that. I want to be with you Quinn, not despite your stuttering or your little tics, but because of that. I love you when you are just you. I love when you run to hug me when I come back. I love when you call me R-Rae, I love when you tap with your fingers on my arm, I love when you laugh so hard that makes your hands tremble, and I even love when you force me to eat Gatorade popsicles."

Quinn just stared at her, with watery eyes and a weak smile. She could see nothing but love in Rachel's deep dark eyes. "Y-you d-do?" she babbled, sniffling a little.

"Of course I do, Quinnie. I love you," Rachel smiled warmly. "So, so, so much."

"I l-love you t-too," Quinn mumbled shyly. Rachel leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Quinn's nose. The blonde giggled, then she grabbed Rachel's neck gently, to kiss her properly on the lips. Quinn desperately wanted to deepen the kiss and spend the rest of the night with Rachel, and screw the dinner; but she also wanted to do one other things. She reluctantly pulled away, and she heard a disappointed moan coming from her tiny girlfriend.

Quinn chuckled, then she took in her hands the Prussian blue notebook which was laying on the other side of the bed, and she offered it timidly to Rachel, her hands shaking a bit.

"W-would y-you… r-read it? P-p-please?" she asked, babbling more than usual, with her eyes locked on the ground. When she looked up, she saw that Rachel was flushing, and her eyes were watering a little.

"I would love to, Quinnie," Rachel smiled warmly, taking the notebook. Quinn stared at her until Rachel realized that she was supposed to read it now. The little diva opened the notebook, and her eyes widened. The words weren't in the order in which they were supposed to be. Well, some of them were, but there were also squares and circles, filled with other words, in other handwritings, that she thought Quinn had improvised. There also were big white spaces, sketches and beautiful drawings. Rachel almost chocked when she saw a portrait of herself.

The main text was written with Quinn's personal handwriting, that Rachel knew really well. It was elegant and clean. Like, very elegant, like it was from a letter written in the '40s. It was just… so Quinn.

And so beautiful.

"Quinn, this…" Rachel tried to find the words, she didn't even start reading yet, and she was already in love, "This is so… so beautiful and so… so you. It's like I can see you through the pages."

Quinn just smiled warmly, placing a kiss against Rachel's temple.

Rachel looked one last time at Quinn, then she focused on the pages. She read:

La prima cosa che ti colpisce, quando Lei ti guardava, erano i suoi occhi. I suoi occhi scuri, quasi neri, ma allo stesso tempo dolci e morbidi…

"Quinn?" Rachel called, and Quinn hummed a reply, "This is not English."

"O-oh, yeah, I know. Sometimes I-I s-switched l-language, because it felt b-better, but i-it's mostly English, I p-promise. B-besides, th-there's the translation in the-the c-corners."

Rachel had supposed that reading Quinn's novel would be a little difficult, because the layout of the pages.

Turns out, she was wrong.

What seemed a mess, it was actually pretty logical, and it had much more sense that most of the books she had read had. And it was beautiful too.

In fact, an hour and half later, Rachel had finished the novel, and her watery eyes had cried lots of tears, but she had also giggled, and gasped in surprise. When she looked up at Quinn, the only thing she was able to do was smiling with all she had.

"This- Quinn, this is- this…" Rachel stuttered, then she jumped a little and she threw herself into Quinn's secure embrace. "This is beautiful, Quinn," she eventually managed to say, "Really, I-I've never read something like this. It- it's just so sweet, and so pure, and incredibly beautiful."

"S-so you l-liked it?" Quinn asked smiling. Rachel pulled away a little, to look right into Quinn's eyes. Her big, brown and soft orbs were wide.

"Liked it?" Rachel asked in disbelief, "Quinn, I think this had just became my favorite novel in the whole world! And I'm not saying this just because I love you, but because it's really amazing, Quinn. It's like… it's like I could see you, your soul trough the pages. And believe me, yours is the most beautiful soul in the world. You have a gift, Quinnie, you really have. You should publish this or something…"

"N-no." Quinn abruptly said, and Rachel frowned in confusion, "I-I mean, n-not this. I-I definite-definitely plan to p-publish so-something in th-the f-future, b-but not this. The-this is j-just f-for you and m-me."

"I think that's a great idea," Rachel mumbled, leaning in to kiss Quinn on the lips. Rachel's tongue brushed gently against Quinn's lower lips, and she bite it delicately, grinning contently when Quinn moaned in response.

Rachel's little hands slipped under Quinn's shirt, and they found smooth skin. The brunette started kissing with a certain strength Quinn's jawline, and then she moved to her neck, listening with pleasure to Quinn's whimpers and little groans.

Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter Quinn's phone sang in Rachel's voice. The two of them reluctantly parted, and Quinn reached for her phone, grumbling soundly, while Rachel just looked annoyed at the telephone.

"Who-what?" Quinn basically snapped, and Rachel slowly ran her fingers on her pale neck, leaning over to leave there a soft kiss, that became a lot of kisses. But then, Quinn squealed in happiness in happiness, and snapped on her feet, causing Rachel to rudely fall back on the bed.

"I hope you have a good reason for that, Fabray." Rachel grumbled, managing to sit in a proper position and adjusting her hair.

"N-Nancy's giving b-birth!" Quinn almost screamed, taking Rachel's hand, and dragging her to the door, "W-we have to g-go to th-the hospital! C-come on!"

Rachel had barely the time to wear her shoes and coat that Quinn was dragging her in the street, calling a taxi and laughing in happiness.

Rachel loved her so much.

In the waiting room, Quinn was marching in systematic circles, snapping rhythmically her fingers and moving her lips as if she was talking, but no sound came from her mouth. Rachel was sitting with Puck, chatting quietly, but the brunette was checking on the nervous blonde with one eye.

"I don't even know this girl," Santana commented, sitting in Brittany's lap and reading a magazine, "Even if I think Coach Sylvester mentioned her a few times, didn't she, Britts?"

"Yep," Brittany confirmed, "Coach Sue always told us that Nancy Fabray was one of her best cheerleaders of all times. She even showed us the videos of her National Championship once, she was really proud."

"Sh-she had a-a l-lot of t-trophies," Quinn mumbled, and then Blaine and Kurt stepped into the room. In the same moment, Rachel got up and took Quinn's hand, forcing her to slow down her march trough the hallways.

"Are you okay, Quinnie?" she asked worriedly, looking at Quinn's tense face.

"Sh-shell be al-alright, r-right?" Quinn asked in a low voice, snapping nervously her fingers.

"Of course she will, Quinn," Rachel smiled reassuringly, "And you're going to have a super-healthy nephew, and he's gonna have the best aunt in the world, Q."

"N-Nancy w-wanted me t-to ch-choose the name," Quinn grinned, and Rachel chuckled and nodded. "S-so w-we've chosen it t-togther a-and we p-picked Chandler."

"Really?" Rachel laughed. God, she loved that beautiful blonde girl so much. More than she thought it was possible.

"R-Really" Quinn nodded, leaving a soft kiss on the top of Rachel's head.

"I love you, Q." Rachel whispered, snuggling closer to her girlfriend.

"Get a room, you two," Santana called.

In that moment, Nancy's husband stepped in a rush into the waiting room, with sweaty forehead and an enormous smile on his face.

"Chandler is a girl!" he exclaimed, happily, then he ran back to Nancy's room.

"What?" Rachel squealed, "Looks like you have a niece, Quinnie." Rachel chuckled.

"C-Chandler is a-a g-girl," Quinn replied in disbelief, with a grin, "Sh-she w-was s-supposed t-to be a b-boy, a-according t-to the doctors."

"They're still naming her Chandler?" Brittany asked in confusion.

"It's a unisex name," Rachel instructed wisely.

"Can you all please stop quoting Friends?" Santana groaned.