Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who read the previous chapter. I couldn't update this story last week because I was working on my other Glee story called Sheets-N-Things. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or On the Wings of Love.

Chapter 11: Friends and Surprises

August 7, 2017

"Are you leaving for work already?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah, I want to avoid the morning rush on the train," Quinn replied as she grabbed her black messenger bag from the couch. "Are you not working today?"

"No, thank God! I never thought I would say this, but I need a break from singing!"

"I still think you're crazy for waking up this early when you don't have work."

"I've been waking up this early since high school, so my body has become accustomed to it."

Quinn shook her head in amusement. She never met anyone who would voluntarily wake up early when they didn't have to. Rachel Berry was something else. The young reporter walked towards the door. She kneeled down to put on her shoes.

"Before you leave, I have something to give you," Rachel exclaimed as she made her way over to Quinn.

The young reporter raised her eyebrow, "you're not going to kiss me goodbye, are you?"

Rachel rolled her eyes, "and you say that I'm full of myself."

Quinn chuckled, "okay, what do you want to give me?"

The brunette smiled and handed Quinn a picture frame. Quinn looked at the frame and scrunched her eyebrows when she saw whose picture it was.

"What am I going to do with a framed picture of you?"

"I was thinking that you can display it on your desk at work," Rachel admitted with a smile.

"What?"

"Everyone at work knows that you got married. If you don't have a picture of me, it'll be weird. People display pictures of their spouses at work all the time."

"You do make a good point."

"So, are you going to?" Rachel asked.

Quinn nodded her head, "yeah." She put Rachel's picture inside her messenger. "What about you? Besides the ring, how are you going to let people know that you're no longer available?"

"Please, I am way ahead of you," Rachel grinned. She reached for the necklace around her neck and showed the "Quinn" pendant that was hidden underneath her shirt.

"A 'Quinn' necklace? Really?" Quinn asked with amusement. "It kind of reminds me of High School Musical 2."

Rachel narrowed her eyes, "High School Musical 2? And you said that you didn't like musicals."

"I don't like High School Musical," Quinn countered. "I used to babysit my neighbor's daughter when I was in high school. She was a big High School Musical fan, so I would have to watch the movies with her."

The brunette crossed her arms, "or maybe you are a closet musical fan and just too embarrassed to say it out loud." Rachel smirked, "and for the record, there are way better musicals than the High School Musical series. If you want, we could watch Funny Girl together. I have the DVD."

Quinn laughed, "I don't like High School Musical, and stop trying to get me to watch Funny Girl. We maybe friends now, but there are some things I'm not going to do."

Friends.

Ever since the two women settled their differences two days ago, they argued less and even started to joke around with each other. It was a welcomed change.

"Mark my words," Rachel adamantly stated, "you will see Funny Girl before we get divorced."

"Don't count on it."

Quinn turned the knob on the front door. Before she opened the door, she turned her head towards Rachel. "Pizza for dinner?"

Rachel smiled, "that'll be great."

The blonde returned Rachel's smile, "Okay, I'll see you later."

Rachel was relieved that she was able to get Monday off after she worked all weekend. It felt great to just relax at the apartment. Once Quinn left for work, Rachel did her usual yoga routine. When she finished that, she made a strawberry and banana smoothie for breakfast.

After she had her smoothie, Rachel decided to clean the bathroom since it was her turn. When she and Quinn started to live together, they agreed that they would take turns to do the chores around the apartment. Since Quinn cleaned the bathroom last week, it was her turn.

Before she cleaned the bathroom, she changed into a pair of her old gym shorts because she didn't want her pajama bottoms to get wet. Once she was finished changing, she went to the bathroom and opened the cabinet under the sink. She reached for the yellow rubber gloves and the rest of the cleaning supplies. She was about to put on the yellow rubber gloves, but her phone rang.

She placed the gloves on the bathroom sink and walked over to the kitchen countertop to see who was calling. Her eyes widen when she the name on her phone.

Shit.

Her dad was calling.

She hasn't spoken on the phone with her dads since her wedding. She hated lying to them, but she had no choice. Her Broadway dreams are on the line!

If I don't answer the phone now, he's going to keep calling. I'll just get this over with.

"Hi, daddy!" Rachel tried her best to sound excited.

"Baby girl!" Leroy Berry exclaimed. "I've missed you so much!"

"I miss you too."

"Why haven't you been calling for the past few days?"

"Oh, I-I've just been busy with work and auditioning," Rachel stammered.

"How were the auditions?"

"It was okay, but I don't think the casting directors liked me," the brunette lied.

"I'm sorry to hear that, baby girl."

"It's okay, daddy. I have thick skin when it comes to the theater!"

"That's my girl!"

"So, daddy, why did you call me this morning?"

"Well, your dad and I were talking last night," Leroy began, "we really miss you. We haven't seen you since your graduation at NYADA. We were wondering if you can visit us soon."

That would be a problem.

When she filed her green card application, she inquired if she could travel abroad while waiting for her green card. The immigration officer told her that she would have to apply for an Advance Parole and pay a $350 filing fee. Rachel didn't have enough funds to pay for the Advance Parole, so she decided not to apply for it.

"Daddy, I miss you and dad so much, but I don't have the time to visit right now with work and my auditions."

Leroy sighed, "I understand baby girl."

Rachel's heart broke. She was such a terrible daughter. She promised herself that she would make this up to her dads.

"Daddy, don't be too sad," Rachel consoled, "I'll come home soon. Besides, you and dad can go to that cruise you were telling me about."

"You make an excellent point, baby girl."

"Of course, I do!"

"Okay, baby girl, I'll let you go now. Call home more often, okay?"

"I will, daddy."

"Take care and I love you."

"I love you too."

"Fabray!"

Quinn looked up from her computer and found Charles Lyon, her editor-in-chief, happily walking towards her direction. "Sir?"

"Welcome back, Fabray!"

"It's good to be back, sir."

Charles glanced at Quinn's desk and something caught his attention. "Is this the missus, Fabray?" He pointed to the framed picture on the blonde's desk.

"Yes, sir," Quinn responded, "that's my wife, Rachel."

"She's beauty! Don't tell Mrs. Lyon I said that," Charles joked, "she's the jealous type."

The blonde chuckled, "I won't, sir."

"You should bring her to our annual summer barbecue. I would love to meet her!"

"Okay, sir," Quinn agreed, "I'll ask if she's available. She has different shifts at the Spotlight Diner."

"Ah! Is she a singer?"

"Yes. She actually graduated from NYADA in June, and now, she's trying to make it big on Broadway."

"Broadway? My wife is a big Broadway fan. She's always dragging me to watch the latest show," Charles complained.

"I understand, sir," Quinn consoled her boss. "Rachel has been trying to get me to watch Funny Girl for the longest time."

"So your wife is a big Barbra fan, huh? My wife is more of a Patti LuPone gal."

"Rachel's middle name is Barbra, so it runs in the family."

Charles chuckled, "just remember what I told you, Fabray."

"Happy wife, happy life."

"Exactly! If want the missus happy, then you watch Funny Girl," Charles advised.

Quinn smiled at her boss, "I'll think about it, sir."

"Okay, I'm going to let you go back to work. I expect that article to be perfect, Fabray! You're one of my best reporters!"

"I won't let you down, sir!"

"So, how was work?" Rachel asked Quinn while they were eating dinner.

"It was good," Quinn replied. "My boss noticed your picture on my desk."

"What did he say?" Rachel wondered.

Quinn shrugged her shoulders. "He said you were all right."

Rachel threw her napkin at the blonde, "liar!"

Quinn let out a laugh, "okay, I was kidding. His exact words were 'she's beauty.'"

Rachel grinned, "you know, I think I like your boss."

"Then we talked about Broadway."

The brunette's eyes lit up, "Broadway?"

"Don't get too excited," Quinn took a bite of her pizza. "He was complaining about his wife dragging him to shows. She's a big Patti LuPone fan."

"Well, his wife has excellent taste. Patti LuPone is almost as sacred as Barbra in the Berry household."

"So, how was your day?"

"It was good." Rachel took a sip of water. "My dad called me though."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he asked me if I can visit soon. I told him I couldn't visit because I was busy with work and my auditions. I haven't even had an audition for awhile now. I felt terrible for lying to him," Rachel lamented.

"I don't really know too much about Broadway, but what kind of roles have you auditioned for?"

"Before I graduated from NYADA, I auditioned for the starring roles, but at this point I'd be happy to be part of the ensemble cast," Rachel confessed.

"Well, I hope you get the next role you audition for."

"Really?"

"Of course. The quicker you get your dream role, the sooner we can get divorced," Quinn joked.

"Very funny," Rachel sarcastically said.

Ding!

Rachel looked at her phone.

"It's Kurt," she announced. "He said that he developed our wedding pictures. He advised us to display these pictures around the apartment just in case immigration officials visit us."

"Okay."

"I can pick them up later on in the week."

"I think I have extra picture frames lying around somewhere, so we can use that."

"It looks like we have everything under control," Rachel bragged.

"We do."

August 10, 2017

"Hey, Kurt! I know I'm late, but I'm walking towards there now!" Rachel exclaimed as she answered her phone.

"Yeah, you might want to walk here a little faster," Kurt cautioned.

"Why?"

"Because your dads are at my apartment."

Fucking shit.

Author's Note: Cliffhanger ending! How do you like this chapter? Quinn and Rachel's relationship has gotten better and they are starting to joke around with each other now. How will Rachel handle her dads' surprise visit? Will she tell them about her marriage?

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