Summary: Sequel to Dirty Little Secret.
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Notes: I know this is fairly short and a little late but as promised here is the sequel (beginning of) to Dirty Little Secret.
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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.
She wakes up cold and lonely, slender fingers snatch at the duvet edges and yank it up so that she's practically inhaling them. She curls in on herself as she rolls onto her side. Her hazel eyes begin to adjust to the dark room and the angry red blur from the bedside table. Lips part as a yawn forces it's way through her form, causing her spine to straighten and the covers to fall a little from her shoulders, resulting in a violent shiver travelling the length of her spine. Her childlike innocence shows as she wipes the yawn induced tears from her eyes with a curled fist and her toes scrunch away from the cold seeping in beneath the edge of the folded duvet corner. Her eyes finally focus and the angry red blur morphs into numbers, 4:17. She sits up, suddenly feeling more alert to her surroundings and the missing presence from the room.
Toes wiggle against the fibres of the carpet beneath and she finds herself regretting sleeping in shorts and a tank top as the duvet no longer covers her petite frame. Her feet pad across the room into the silent hallway. Normally neat golden hair sticks out at angles in a tangled mess more akin to a bale of hay. Her pale skin seems even paler against the dim light emitting from the bathroom at the end of the hall, the shadows cast from the light enhance the bags beneath tired eyes. A thumb and forefinger swipe across eyelids and pinch the petite bridge of her slender nose as she tries to force her eyes to focus more consistently. Her free hand wraps around the cold metal of a doorknob and gently twists as her arm flexes its tired muscles forward at a painfully slow rate. A shiver runs through body as a breeze flows through as the door opens. Hazel orbs scan the room, noting the partially open window, pupils expand as her eyes lock onto the one she left the comfort of the bed in search for. She stands momentarily frozen, slightly unsure as to whether or not she should approach but then she catches the gleam of a tear as it falls illuminated by the nightlight in the room and the uncertainty is gone. The smell of the room engulfs her; talcum powder, vanilla and that unique smell that all babies seem to have, as she walks up to the girl stood by the crib and gently wraps her arms around the not quite pre-pregnancy slender nor swollen-during-pregnancy waistline.
"It's cold in bed without you," she whispers, she knows that now is not the time to ask about the reason behind the tears. She knows all too well that there may not even be a reason behind the tears, the Lord knew that she had spent many times post-pregnancy crying for no good reason at all, and this wasn't the first time she had found the girl by the crib with tears staining her tan skin.
"You should be in bed".
"Why?" a smile tugs gently at her lips, she already knows the answer.
"Are you really asking me that question Quinn? You've got school in the morning," her voice is a harsh whisper.
"Rae," she presses her lips to a tear glistened cheek, "it's four thirty in the morning…Saturday morning".
"Wait…" her eyebrows and mouth seem to be attached by string as her dry lips become drawn to a thin line and her eyebrows scrunch towards her nose, "it's really Saturday?"
"It's really Saturday".
"Oh…"
She knows that her normally organised girlfriend is embarrassed at having lost track of the days of the week and quickly seeks to ease the embarrassment, "Come back to bed baby girl," she places another kiss on a now drying cheek, "please?"
Rachel laces her fingers with the blondes, "I just wanted to make sure she was ok," she whispers.
"I know sweetie".
"I…I just had to check".
"I promise you Charlie's ok Rach".
Rachel shifts nervously on the balls of her feet, the need to watch over and protect her daughter rooting her to where she was while the temptation of her bed and the eventual sleep called to her.
Quinn squeezes her girlfriends hand gently in that silent communicating way that couples do signifying her to let go of her hand. Releasing her arms from around Rachel, the blonde steps closer to the crib, bends down and as gently as she possibly could lifted the sleeping babe while somehow managing to keep the cream fleece blanket wrapped around as though it were swaddling. "Come on," she hushes, "let's go back to bed".
"Are you sure?"
Quinn nods, "Go on, get your butt in bed and start warming it up, we'll be right behind you".
Tensed shoulders relax as she realises that tonight she will actually get some sleep, "Thank you," she whispers before leaving the room to go across the hall.
She looks at the sleeping child in her arms and is thankful that they have the basinet set up in what she was beginning to come to think of as their bedroom. Placing a onesie that had been sitting atop of the changing table across the end of the crib so that her daughters grandfathers wouldn't worry in the morning when they discovered the crib empty she went across the hall and placed Charlie in her basinet and then climbed into bed beside her girlfriend.
"Your toes are like ice," Rachel mumbled sleepily as she rolled over and wrapped an arm and a leg around her girlfriends body.
"Shhh," the blonde pressed her lips into the mess of thick dark hair, "sleep".
Attention: Hello all! I'm back, did ya miss me? LOL anyways please bear with me while I work on this, it may be a few weeks before there's any more updates but I promise there will be updates. Anyways I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and a very happy new year :)