Happy Friday! well it is for me and hopefully will be for you all soon :)
Haven't had much time to write this week as I have been pretty sick.
To the guest that hoped I wasn't affected by the flooding we are having here thank you for your concern, I don't live in Dunedin so I'm all good :) appreciate your thoughts though x.
Enjoy!
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The knots in Quinn's stomach eased a little when she pulled up to the house and noticed Rachel's Dad's car in the driveway. The brunettes red Audi was out of the garage and had its boot and doors open.
"I guess she is taking what she can now." Quinn muttered as she put her car into park.
She could hear voices upstairs as she made her way to the kitchen for a coffee. She really didn't mind what Rachel decided to take, more than half the stuff in the house had been a result of the divas input anyway.
"Hi Quinn." A deep voice from behind her made her jump.
"LeRoy." Quinn was guarded she adored Rachel's Dad's but of course they would be on Rachel's side and she wouldn't expect anything less.
"We are just helping Rachel to gather some of her things."
"I figured as much, I know she is only here till tomorrow so I'm happy to have the rest shipped to you once I go through everything."
"That would be great she won't be able to get everything done in 24 hours."
"I understand and I won't get in your way. LeRoy it probably won't mean much to Rachel at the moment but please know I will make sure everything it organized properly I won't take advantage of the fact that she is committed to her show and it happens to be in another country."
"I know you won't Quinn. I'm know there are always two sides to every story also. Rachel is actually quite receptive this morning."
"Thank you that means a lot. Did she tell you about last night?"
"She filled me in on the basics."
"So did you draw the short straw to come and talk to me or did the other two have no desire to be in my presence anyway?"
"Hiram is very protective Quinn."
Quinn nodded, she loved that about him as he had always been that way with her…it was one of the biggest gifts they gave her when she left her parents' house.
"Can I make you something?"
"I'd love a coffee thank you."
Quinn busied herself with his request.
"Good morning Quinn."
Hiram joined them in the kitchen.
"Good morning I'm making coffee would you like one?"
"No thank you. Rachel wondered what was keeping you so long." He directed the last part to his husband.
"Just getting a coffee, some of us can't function on that green stuff." Quinn laughed at his reference to Rachel's kale smoothies she made every morning.
"Ok well we have a lot to get through and precious little time to do it so please be quick."
"I can't make the water boil faster Hiram."
Hiram walked back to the staircase and ascended back to the upper floor. Quinn poured the hot water into their mugs and added milk to LeRoy's.
"Thanks sweetheart, I'd better head back up to the mayhem. I will try and convince Rachel to come and talk to you I'm sure this would all go a lot smoother if you spoke at least."
"I won't hold my breath but if you let her know I'll be in my office if she does."
Having LeRoy and Hiram here was a good and bad thing, good in the sense that they would keep Rachel relatively calm but bad in the sense that she could hide behind them.
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- - - Hey San just doing some work at home, how's your head feeling?
Quinn hit send on her message and smiled to herself, thinking of Santana always improved her mood.
"Were you with her last night?" Rachel asked from the doorway.
Quinn turned her chair to face the brunette.
"I was."
Rachel nodded, Quinn could tell she had had next to no sleep.
"I see."
"She had to have 8 stitches you know."
"Who?"
"Santana did, after some of the glass you flung at the wall hit her in the head."
"I didn't mean for that to happen."
Quinn knew she was genuine she could also tell she had resigned herself to what was happening, this was the Rachel she had been hoping to have the initial conversation with not the drunk highly charged person from the bar.
"I know but I thought you should know."
"I'm not going to apologize to the woman that stole my girlfriend Quinn."
"I don't expect you to and can we be honest enough and calm enough right now to admit that isn't the only reason why this is happening?"
"16 years."
"Yep…I think my parents gave us 2 weeks."
"Well of course they did they are both abhorrent people."
"Ha ha yeah they are. I'd like not to have any more yelling matches with you."
"Same…..How are we even meant to do this? Our lives have been intertwined forever."
"It depends I guess…..we can get lawyers involved."
"Great and then they can eat through all of our hard earned money."
"Do you trust me Rachel?" Quinn laughed at the irony of her statement.
"Why?"
"I can get this all taken care of without the need of a lawyer."
"You can?"
"I can put the house on the market and we split equally what we get for it, I will make sure everything that is yours is boxed up and anything that I can't fairly distribute I will leave in one room. Then we get together and go through it. Our investments can be left until their next maturity dates and then we can split them equally unless you require it sooner and the only other thing is whether you are wanting half of the bar….."
"The bar is your baby Quinn I would never dream of taking half of it, I only said what I did last night because I was hurt and angry."
"And drunk."
"And jet lagged."
"Lethal combination."
"As was proven."
"Oh yes."
"We keep our own cars?"
"Yep."
"It's a lot for you to have to do by yourself."
"It's not like you're going to be here is it?"
"No….and they want me to tour the production."
"Of course they do and let me guess you said yes?"
"I did."
Quinn nodded her head it still hurt that Rachel had accepted the tour when she had promised Quinn that this London season would be her final overseas show.
"I'm sorry." Rachel added.
"You have no need to be now huh?" A single tear ran down Quinn's cheek.
Rachel moved towards her and caught it before it reached her chin.
"You can't cry over me when your heart is with someone else."
"Yes I can Rach, I can cry for what we had, I can cry for losing a person I used to count on for everything and for what we are losing as whole."
Quinn gestured towards their home.
"If you want to buy me out I can wait for you to get some money together you don't have to lose your home and maybe we can work on not losing each other completely."
"It was OUR home…I think a fresh start is needed all round and in time maybe we could yes."
"What are we going to tell people?" Rachel sat on the chair beside Quinn's
"Simply that we have ended our relationship."
Rachel had to swallow the lump in her throat.
"And our friends? They will no doubt take sides."
"We both fucked up I don't think either of us is in a position to try and influence our friends into our own corners."
"You're right…can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Why her?"
"Rach let's not do that, I don't want to know why you chose to sleep with your understudy."
"I'm just curious, I know plenty of people have tried to come between us before so I was just wondering what made her so special to succeed."
"Possibly because our relationship was already in trouble long before I met Santana."
"So it wasn't just good timing."
"No it's not just that but I don't think discussing this will do anything but hurt you further."
"I could tell you know….."
"Tell what?"
"When I saw the photos Mercedes posted online. I could see it in your eyes."
"You didn't react in any way to those photos."
"No…..not like you did when similar ones of me went up."
"Yeah I guess I was still clinging to something then."
"We managed to fuck this up didn't we?"
"We did….but we tried."
"Did we? Maybe if we went to couples counselling or something?"
"Rach…."
"Do we just give up?"
"You are sleeping with someone else."
"And you are falling in love with someone else."
"I think it's fair to say they are unfixable issues."
"Hmmm… you are probably right."
"You know this is the way I had hoped we could talk about things."
"I know….I guess when it was confirmed that I had in fact lost you I got a little defensive."
"Slapping, throwing glasses…."
"Alright maybe a lot defensive…..you slapped me first by the way."
They both managed to laugh which was strange considering the topic of the discussion.
"I'm pretty sure we actually started to lose each other quite some time ago."
"I think you are right."
"Can I help with anything upstairs?"
"No I think we have most of it covered I'm just packing up my clothes, shoes, perfumes, make up etc."
"So basically the room will be empty."
"Pretty much." Rachel smiled at the blonde.
"I will leave you guys to it then, there are some things I need to order at work."
"Ok so is this goodbye?"
"Just for now there is lots we will need to discuss further."
"I guess I will be hearing from you when you need to discuss house stuff?"
"You will indeed."
"Do we hug now?"
"Yeah…I think we can manage a hug Rach."
Both women stood from their chairs and wrapped their arms tightly around the other.
"You are one of my best friends Q." Rachel mumbled into the taller girls shoulder.
"I know."
"Do you want me to get my Dad's?"
"I don't think I will be able to cope with that." Quinn sniffed and wiped her eyes.
"I'm sure you will see them around anyway."
"I hope so."
Rachel took a step back and broke their embrace. Tears were readily streaming down both of their cheeks.
"Can this not be the end?"
"What do you mean?"
"I know it's always said but can we really try and salvage a friendship from this?"
"I think we can assess that in a while…. give ourselves some time first."
Rachel stepped forward once more and placed a soft kiss on the corner of Quinn's lips.
"I'll see you soon."
"Bye Rach."
And with that the brunette turned and left the room. Quinn took a deep breath to steady herself. It had gone much better than the night before and for that she was thankful.
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"I'm sure those of you who weren't working yesterday are well aware of the events that took place here last night. What happened here last night was unprofessional and totally unexpected. I know I tell each of you not to bring your relationship drama into the bar and mine steam rolled its way in like some fucking Disneyland parade."
Quinn was addressing her now chuckling staff before they began preparing for the night's opening.
"I apologize profusely for that. I have instructed Steph and Santana to have the night off as last night extended much later than it should have for them. I will not have any gossiping and back stabbing in my bar so if any of you have any questions that you want straight up answers to now is the time to get them off your chests."
Quinn made eye contact with each of her employees.
"Quinn I'd like to speak on behalf of all of us if I may?"
Stacey spoke up once Quinn's eyes had met her own.
"Of course you can."
"Are you ok?"
"Sorry what?" The blonde had been expecting a full run down on the staff being worried about favorites and drama if she and Santana got together etc.
"Are you ok? Putting all the details aside last night must have been really hard for you."
"I'm doing ok thanks Stace."
"Is Santana ok?"
"She is, she needed 8 stitches in her head but she will heal fine with a minimal scar."
"Fucking the boss will help with that." Puck muttered under his breath.
"Something to add Noah?" Quinn's voice was sharp as her head snapped towards him.
"No ma'am." Puck held us his hands in surrender.
"Is Rachel ok?" Stacey obviously wasn't finished yet. Most of the staff had known Rachel for as long as they had worked here and the majority liked her.
"Yes I spent some time with her this morning and she is doing alright. Last night simply got out of hand and we both did things we aren't proud of."
"Ok I think we are cool then." Stacey smiled at Quinn sincerely.
"Thank you." Quinn couldn't hide the emotion in her voice, her team were amazing.
They all dispersed to carry on with their duties and Stacey moved closer to Quinn.
"It meant a lot…what you said."
"We all have your back boss, we may feel the need to hassle Santana a little when she is back but she can take it like a pro I'm sure."
"I'm sure she will." Quinn grinned knowing Santana would give as good as she got.
"Impressive slap by the way."
"Ha ha I don't know if I should be proud of that."
"I would! Damn thing left a ringing in my ears even."
"It's one thing I've always done well."
"Ever considered setting up a slap class?"
They both laughed at the thought.
"You will be ok with things here tonight?"
"Of course I'm not your assistant manager for nothing you know."
"Yeah I know, I'll be upstairs for a bit if you need me and I'll say bye when I'm headed out."
"No problem, you know where I'll be." Stacey smiled sweetly and went to check on the staff.
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- - - So what does one wear on a date with Quinn Fabray?
Santana's text reminded her that she still needed to place a couple of calls for their date.
- - - Something comfortable and warm.
- - - Hmmmm that doesn't really scream sexy for our first proper date!
- - - You scream that enough by existing x
- - - Who is the adorable one now? Do I need to talk to your parents about you?
Quinn looked at the message with a blank expression she hadn't seen her parents in years…..in fact the closest thing to parents she had she just lost in the break up.
- - - Yeah that's not going to happen! I will pick you up at 6, we have a bit of a drive.
- - - You aren't taking me to an abandoned cabin and holding me captive are you?
- - - Pretty close actually! But it's not abandoned.
- - - Is this an overnight date?
- - - It is an option yes
- - - So I'll pack a bag?
- - - Yep :) and a swimsuit ;)
Santana grinned when she read the last text she had recently purchased a killer bikini that she knew would blow the blondes mind.
- - - Going to try and eye up my goodies are you?
- - - I can neither confirm nor deny such a thing. I've got to go these rosters won't plan themselves.
- - - Ha ha ok. I will see you later xx
- - - You will xx
Quinn placed her phone on her desk now that the weight was off her shoulders she felt so much lighter.
"Someone is looking happy."
"Steph what are you doing here? I told you to take tonight off."
"I'm just here to pick up my bag I left it here last night."
"You aren't staying." It wasn't a question.
"Nope! Stace told me you were here so I thought I'd come and say hi."
"Hi." Quinn responded cheekily.
"You ok?"
"I am actually."
"Rachel or Santana?"
"What do you mean?"
"Either Santana didn't listen to me last night and did naughty things with you or you spoke to Rachel?"
"I spoke to Rachel."
"And?"
"We are ok, we are going to do this maturely."
"So throwing a hissy fit last night was just her way of?"
"We are moving beyond last night."
"Ok, well that's good anyway and you are sure this is what you want?"
"It is what we both want we just didn't want to be the first to admit it."
"Just took a crazy beautiful Latina to help you along huh?"
"Did you really tell her not to sleep with me?"
"I may have said to hold back for a little while."
"Thanks for deciding when I can and can't have sex Steph."
"I'm just looking out for you Q."
"Ha ha is that what you call it? I've been without for months I would like to think you would be supportive of me getting some action so to speak."
"Ok ok go get yourself some hot young ass."
"I will thank you! God I just hope there is no more drama, having to face everyone downstairs was painful enough."
"Why what did they say?" Steph was not beyond knocking the heads together of anyone that disrespected her friend.
"Nothing bad! Hold your gun cowgirl…it was just embarrassing for me."
"So no more drama?"
"I hope not."
"Q you are aware Santana is like 21…there is going to be drama."
"She is not like a lot of 21 year olds Steph."
"I know this but keep in mind in some ways she is exactly like a lot of 21 year olds."
"Thank you for bringing that to my attention." Quinn swatted at her friends arm.
"You're welcome and I'll be here when you feel like a grandma."
"You're a bitch."
"But you love me."
"Go home."
"I'm gone." Steph made her way to the door and grinned at the blonde as she closed it.