Hello all, I tried getting this out to you guys a couple of days ago, but as we all know, the coronavirus has severely altered a lot of our routines. With that said, I am in isolation and I'm well. I hope everyone is taking this seriously and following the rules of their respective states, countries, and health leaders. Keep washing your hands. Spray down your phones and doorknobs. Stop going out unless you absolutely have to. Most importantly, stay safe.
Love you all,
RCV
Saturday
Quinn rolled Judy out to the parking lot. The nurses all waved. The doctors, that weren't in surgery, smiled and said goodbye. It was weird. Judy was apparently the perfect patient.
"Your mother is such a sweetheart…"
"Your mother tells the funniest jokes…"
"Your mother is the smartest woman I've met, and I went to Harvard!"
Her mother this, her mother that, it was all so mind-blowing. Quinn couldn't believe the amount of people who fell in love with her mother after the last month. It wasn't that Quinn didn't believe her mother was decent, the woman was just antiquated and too traditional to understand that things had changed. At least, that was the woman that Quinn knew. Despite all the pain and drama from the last several weeks, Quinn still couldn't bring herself to fully trust in her mother.
Sure, she sent divorce papers to Russell. Sure, she stopped scowling every time Santana came around. Sure, she made an effort to understand Quinn's relationship with Rachel.
But there were still moments where the old Judy would rear her ugly head and it would set them back a few days. Which is why Quinn was taking a chance and sending Judy with Puck, who needed a mother, and Judy, who needed to spend time with a product of another abusive household. It was drastic, but Quinn and Puck both hoped it would jumpstart the change needed for Quinn to finally have the relationship with her mother she always wanted.
"It's nice to know the sun hasn't stopped shining since I've been in here," Judy sighed.
The color had finally returned to her cheeks. She still had faint marks on her skin, a cane laying across her lap, and there were still moments where Judy couldn't quite remember who Quinn was, but considering the alternative, everyone took the small progress for what it was.
"Honey, are you sure Puck is okay with this?"
"Yes, Judy," Quinn sighed. "He's already said it's fine. Plus, he lives with Sue. It'll be good for you to get out of the house and interact with someone who isn't Russell."
"Quinn," her mother warned.
"Sorry."
"I just don't want to be a burden. I already feel like an invalid."
"You're stuck in a wheelchair for the next six months. What else would you call it?" she teased.
Judy sniffed and held her chin high. "I like to think of this as a minor setback," she said haughtily.
Quinn snickered. "Sure."
Puck's pickup came to a stop in front of the duo. After the deaths of his family, Quinn was shocked to see Puck turn into a new man. Literally. No weird mohawk, no jeans, no leather, and his sexual habits had stemmed down so far, she would classify him as…celibate. It was terrifying in the best way. If she weren't madly in love with Santana and Rachel… she'd go back down that path in a heartbeat.
Puck snapped his fingers in front of her face. She looked him up and down. Polo, khakis, loafers, and he hadn't shaved that morning.
"You look cute," she joked.
"I had a job interview down at the gym. Figured I should look halfway decent," he said.
"It worked." She leaned forward and playfully took a big sniff. "And you don't smell like weed and sex. Another good sign," she said.
Puck shot her a look. "Can I take your Mom now or do you have more teasing to get out of your system?" he said dryly.
"She is all yours. Just make sure she doesn't get into any Merlot. The woman is hard enough to deal with sober. Put some wine in her veins and she becomes downright intolerable. Plus, her medication."
"She is sitting right here you know!" Judy exclaimed.
"She could've easily been in an Uber," she said pointedly.
Judy scowled, but there was no malice behind it. Quinn bent down and kissed her mother on the forehead. Judy's breath caught, but Quinn pretended not to notice. Puck gently pushed her to the side.
"I'll see you tonight," he said.
"Make sure she takes her meds. I don't care if you have to clamp her mouth shut and force them down her throat."
"I got it, I got it," he said, exasperated. "Just go. Your Mother and I want to gossip about you in peace."
Quinn rolled her eyes. Judy let out a soft laugh and for a moment, Quinn hesitated in leaving. Judy noticed and she waved her off.
"Go on. I know you have a…date with the…girls, but I'll be fine."
The pauses were barely there, and Quinn appreciated the effort.
"Thanks, Judy. Later."
Quinn walked away from her mother and Puck, despite a part of her wanting to turn around. She just kept walking.
Sue stared at the pieces of wood in front of her. It was chaos. Pure. Chaos.
"Oh, honey," Emma whispered.
She glared at Emma, who was obviously showing, with no short amount of annoyance.
"Can't we just put the creature in a basket or something?"
"Did you just call our child a creature?"
"You won't let me know if it's a boy or a girl."
"Now it's it?"
Sue's right eye twitched and Emma laughed. She walked into the room and put her hands on Sue's back.
"Sweetheart, why are you trying to build this now?"
"Because who knows what'll happen in a month? I'd like to have the crib ready at least. Even if I'm not ready to be a father."
Emma snorted. "Why on Earth would you be the father?" she asked.
"Come on, I'm the most masculine person in this house."
"Puck lives with us now."
"I stand by my statement."
Emma smacked Sue on the shoulder. Sue looked down at Emma with a half-smile, the same smile that made Emma run from Will straight into her arms.
"Do you remember how we met?" Emma asked softly.
"Like it happened yesterday."
"And do you remember how angry Will was?"
"Like it happened ten minutes ago."
"If anyone would've told me I'd fall in love with an ornery, rude, sarcastic cheerleading coach with government clearance higher than the President, I would laugh and give them one of my brochures."
"Ornery?"
"That's what stuck out to you?"
"We both know I'm not going to confirm or deny the end of that sentence."
Emma rolled her eyes and grabbed Sue's hands. She placed them on her stomach. Sue's demeanor softened and Emma kissed Sue's nose.
"You're not going to be the father. Our children will be just fine without gender roles. Long as we love them and keep them safe, everything else will fall into place."
"I know. And I think that- wait, did you just say children?"
"Did I? I don't recall. Pregnancy brain and all that." Emma kissed Sue before she took a step back and looked around the room. "Hope you finish this by the time I go into labor," she added.
"Wait, Emma-
"Have fun. I'm going to go greet Puck and Judy."
"Emma!"
Sue was left standing in the middle of the room, instructions in one hand and a hammer in the other, but all she could think about was the fact that Emma said children.
As in plural.
As in more than one.
Quinn stopped short when she entered Leroy's house and found Rachel sitting on the couch with an ice pack on her face. Santana was nowhere to be seen.
"What in the world happened to you?"
She pointed to the side as LJ and Tori came into the room, both with bruised knuckles, but no marks on their faces. LJ walked to Quinn while Tori sat next to Rachel and handed her some pills.
"Rachel and Santana got jumped walking down the street. They were at the park while you were at the hospital."
"Where's Santana?"
"Upstairs in the shower. A couple of Cheerios and jocks doing their usual blame game. The jocks held onto Santana while the Cheerios…honestly, they didn't get that far. Tori and I followed them to catch something embarrassing. When we saw what was going down, we jumped in pretty quick, but someone got a hit in on Rachel. Naturally, Santana lost her mind. We scrammed before the police got there, but the damage was done. One of the jocks had a broken nose and the other probably won't walk the same. We gave Leroy a heads-up and he said he'll take care of it."
Quinn ran her hands over her face. "Why is it that this town seems to think Rachel is the cause of their problems?" she sighed.
"Probably because Rachel is the only one in this town who's always stayed true to what she believes and her values. She hasn't succumbed to any outside influence beyond the norm. She represents what no one in this town has anymore: humanity."
"It was rhetorical," she said wryly. There was a pause. "Honestly, I'm tired. Tired of this town, tired of waiting for something to happen."
"Do you have a plan?"
"Does it involve bloodshed?" Tori asked.
"I…maybe? I doubt it. But Spring Break is in a month. Why don't we dip out then and start over somewhere else? All of us. Sue, Emma, Puck, Judy, you guys, Leroy. We get the fuck out of this town."
"Dad just bought this house, so it'll take a lot to convince him," LJ said.
"He can still keep it. He has more than enough money to cover this and another house somewhere else."
"Somewhere like Seattle?" Santana said, appearing at the bottom of the stairs.
She was Rachel's clothes, and Quinn found it the best of both worlds. Santana walked over to Quinn, kissed her cheek, and dragged her to the couch. Tori gratefully slid to the side so all three could sit together.
"Seattle would be a good choice. We have friends there, family, and the city life is a hundred times as exciting as Ohio," Tori said.
"I'm so down. There's nothing left for me here," Santana said.
"But your Dad-
"Can rot in Hell," Santana finished. "I'll be fine. I've been without him for the last eight years."
"But will the adults go for it? They have lives here, jobs, and Emma's about to give birth," LJ said.
"Emma has about two more months before she can't get on a plane. If we're going to do it, now's the time. If we wait, we'll have another four months. Then we'll have to worry about the babies," Quinn said.
"Babies?" LJ repeated.
"Sue's going to freak," Rachel said.
"Emma knows, which is why she hasn't said anything."
"Got it."
"Also, Leroy and Sue can find a job anywhere."
"What about Puck and Judy?"
Quinn chewed on her lip. "It would be hard to convince my Mom to leave, but you leave that to me. Puck would go for it. He would love to get away from this town as much as we would. It's only bad memories for him."
The group looked at each other in silence.
"Are we really looking into this?" Rachel asked.
LJ and Tori shrugged.
"Seattle's home for us, so naturally, we're down," LJ said.
"I'll go wherever you two go," Santana said.
"I just want to be safe in my own city," Rachel sighed.
Everyone looked at Quinn. She smiled.
"Let's fucking do it."
Santana, Rachel, and Quinn laid out on Rachel's bed later that night. It was quiet sans the TV coming from Leroy's room.
"What's Seattle like?" Quinn whispered.
"Cold, dreary, and muggy," Rachel snickered.
"Oh."
"I'm kidding. It's cold and dreary, but it's also …refreshing. The air is different. The people are different. There are museums, coffee shops, and just…it was a good change of pace for me. I know it'll be good for you both. They have a good LGBTQ scene as well, so that's parties and clubs and Pride."
"Pride sounds fun," Quinn said.
"You had me at coffee," Santana joked.
"Anything is better than Lima," Rachel grumbled.
"How's your eye, Rae?" Quinn asked.
"Still hurts. But the swelling won't be too bad. Whoever hit me had a weak punch."
"It was Gale. Stupid bitch was never the strongest one in the locker room," Santana said.
"Least I know you took care of them," Quinn said. "If I was there-
"Then you'd both be in jail for murder."
"We'd be the top bitches in there," Santana said.
"You two wouldn't last a week," Rachel snorted.
"Says who?"
"Says me."
"Oh yeah?" Quinn and Santana said simultaneously.
Rachel giggled as both of them started peppering her with kisses. She pushed them away, but not enough for the attack to stop. She gave into their assault and split her time between kissing Quinn on the neck and curling her legs around Santana. She couldn't figure out who to touch first. It was the type of problem she was more than willing to have and solved it easily by touching them both. Her hand slipped between Quinn's shirt and the other cupped Santana's ass. Both moaned in her ear and she smirked.
"See? Couldn't last a week," she whispered.