Our Love Was Always Forever

-Moving On-


Chapter 8

"All right you little munchkin, go upstairs and change while I make dinner." Quinn said, as soon as the farther and daughter stepped inside their warm quiet house.

Isabella turned around and stared at her daddy, "You're going to cook with your work clothes on?" questioned the small brunette.

Quinton glanced down at his attire before looking at his daughter and smiling, "You're right, I need to change" he said, as Lizzy smiled in agreement. "Okay Ms. Smarty Pants, upstairs. Let's go." He pointed toward the stairs before the small brunette took off running and her daddy not far behind her.

...

The two Fabrays returned downstairs after getting changed in more comfortable clothes. Isabella wore a black skirt and white tank top while Quinton was changed into sweats pants and an old band t-shirt.

The farther and daughter walked inside the kitchen and Quinn turned to his little girl. "So what do say, spaghetti with meatballs?" he questioned while bending down to her level.

"Yay!" cheered Lizzy, "Meatballs, meatballs!" she chanted causing Quinn to chuckle before ruffling her hair even though he knew how much Lizzy hated it.

"Alright then, what about dessert? Maybe umm.. let's say, ice-cream?" he said with a smile.

"You're the best daddy in whole wide world!" she exclaimed, hugging him tightly.

"That I am!" he grinned down at her. "Okay do you wanna help or go watch T.V."

"I wanna help!" squealed Lizzy happily.

"Alright then, you get everything we need from the fridge and I'll handle the pans" he said as they started to prepare dinner.


Rachel walked inside hers and Jesse's apartment and followed the sound of the football game that could be heard through the apartment. The sight of Jesse fuming at the T.V. greeted her as she walked into the living room.

The boy looked up feeling another presence with him and saw his wife standing at the doorway. Without even so much as a greeting he went back to his football game.

Rachel rolled her eyes, but him ignoring her didn't hurt anymore. Not as much as it used to when he first started doing that. "Um, you hungry?" she asked, trying to be nice at least.

Jesse shook his head "No, I'm not hungry...I've eaten already" he answered, with his focus still on the T.V.

"Oh, you cooked?" Rachel asked, amazed. Jesse was never one to cook, he always waiting for her to make him something to eat.

Jesse stared at brunette as if she just spoke a foreign language, "No, I took the money that on top of the fridge and ordered in."

Rachel's eyes widened at what the boy. "What!" she screamed.

Jesse jumped a little at the brunette's outburst "What, I just took a couple of bucks, what's the problem?"

"What's the problem?" Rachel asked in disbelief "Jesses, that was the money that was supposed to pay our electricity bill!" she yelled, red faced.

"Oops, well you didn't tell me. Not my fault" he shrugged going back to the game.

Rachel heaved in deeply, doing her best to not strangling the boy. "Jesse, it was inside an envelope with the words "electricity bill" written across the front of it. What else could it have been for?"

"Well I thought it was your way of being stingy about money! I mean it's just money after all," he shrugged, "now if you don't mind, I have a game to finish watching." he said shooing her away.

Rachel was barely able reign most of her anger in before she stomped her foot and stormed out the room, diva style. "Jeez what a drama queen" he mumbled with an eye roll.


"And that's what we did today at school" Isabella said, as she finished explaining to her daddy about her day. She could tell her dad seemed as if he was deep in thought. "What's wrong, Daddy?" the she asked tilting her head to the side.

The blonde man snapped out his reverie and smiled at his daughter. "Uh what if I told you you're staying at Aunt Britt and San's tomorrow night" he started gently.

"Yay! I love staying there, I get to annoy Aunt San and she can't do anything cause Aunt Britt always takes my side." she said grinning that grin. That same grin her daddy has.

Quinton looks at his daughter and chuckles; she's defiantly a Fabray. "Okay, so it's fine with you?"

Isabella nodded. "Where you going?" she asked staring at her daddy big brown eyes.

Great this is what I was trying to dodge. "Um, daddy has a date tomorrow night." he said nervously, hoping his daughter wouldn't be upset. It had been a long time ago since he'd dated anyone. He didn't want Isabella feeling sad or upset about it.

"That's great daddy, but why are you sad?" the little brunette asked. Quinton just looked at her surprised. Maybe she was developing that 6th sense that Rachel was always talking about.

"You're okay with this?" he asked and Lizzy nodded her head.

"Sure, uncle Puck said that everyone needs a special someone in their life to keep them satisfied. Whatever that means." she says innocently, shrugging.

Quinn's eyes bulged out in horror. Don't trust Puck with your child. I'm going to kill him. Quinn cleared his throat, "Um okay then sweetie, I don't want you to feel obligated to agree for me to date. If you're not happy about this, don't be scared to tell Dad, okay?" he said reassuring. "You're the most important person in my life, sweetie. You're my main concern, so all you have to do is tell me if it makes you upset."

"I know daddy, but I'm happy for you. I want you to be happy daddy." the little girl stated, making her father smile proudly at her. She might be only 5 1/2 years old, but she was mature beyond her years, that was for certain. Totally Rachel's side coming out in her. Quinn watched Isabella eat her ice-cream with a smile still displaying on his proud face.

-Next Day-

Rachel walked inside the kitchen where Jesse was standing eating a bag of chips. The boy looked up from munching and stared at his wife up and down.

"Where you going dressed like that?" he asked, the jealousy apparent in his voice. He didn't treat Rachel right all the time, but one of his more negative traits of Jesse St. James was that he was a horribly jealous husband. Once, early in their relationship, he punched one of his own friends just because he was talking too comfortably to Rachel. Later, he found out that it was regarding his friend's girlfriend problems, but he still refused to apologize once he found out that the boy wasn't really hitting on Rachel.

Rachel rolled her eyes at Jesse's jealous nature. Only if he was as loving and caring as he was jealous. If that were the case then Rachel would be the happiest girl ever, but he wasn't. "Remember? I told you I was going to see my parents." she stated calmly, moving around the kitchen to retrieve the car keys from the counter.

"Oh, okay that's fine." he said as if giving her permission to go. "Oh, by the way, don't take the car. I need it." he said when he saw Rachel reaching for the silver keys.

"And how am I supposed to get there?" the brunette asked, sounding tired.

Jesse shrugged "I don't know, the bus?" he said, as if it was so obvious.

Rachel sighed tiredly, not wanting to get into an argument with him, before picking her up purse about to leave.

"Uh, a kiss for your husband?" he said pursing his lips out. Rachel rolled her eyes before pecking his lips lightly not wanting to get any taste of the chips he was eating. "Bye!" he grinned. "Now, I know there has to be a strip club somewhere around this hick town." He said aloud to himself while looking around for the yellow pages.


Rachel walked along the street of her childhood. She looked around the street and noticed a few changes. They had really fixed the town up over the years since she'd been gone. Everything looked more upscale. She continued walking a few blocks until she found herself stopped outside her childhood home. So many memories.

There weren't any cars in the driveway, but she knew her Dads never worked on the weekends. Maybe they were just out for the day. Despite it looking like nobody was home the brunette stepped up and rang the doorbell anyway. She felt like a stranger in her own home, but then again, the house hasn't really been her home in five years. She rang again but got no response. She tried looking for the spare key that usually sat under the mat, but she couldn't find it.

The brunette sighed, stepping off the porch, and walked around the driveway to leave until, "Excuse me." The brunette turned toward the voice and came face to face with elderly looking lady on her early seventies. "Can I help you?" she asked, with a gentle smile on her face.

"Um, yes ma'am, I'm looking for the Berrys"

"And who are you, may I ask?" the old lady asked nicely.

"I'm their daughter" Rachel said without hesitation.

The old lady's face brightened up. "Oh! You're Rachel?" she said with an excitement that the brunette found quiet odd. She watched as the old lady bounced down the front porch toward her. "Oh your dads have told me so much about you!" she said in a cheerful voice as she hugged her.

"Ummm." Rachel said, quiet speechlessly, not knowing what to say at the older woman's behavior.

"Oh Rachel, you must come in for a cup of coffee." she said, tugging on Rachel's hand.

"Oh no, I'm sorry I can't, I only wanted to see my fathers but I don't think they in." Rachel said.

"Well the more reason to come in. After all, I do know where your parents are." she said smiling as she saw the look on Rachel's face.

The brunette sighed; this lady was the only one who knew where her dads were and if going in and having a coffee then so be it. "Yeah, sure why not?" she said.

"Oh wonderful, I'm Sandra by the way." Sandra said as she tagged Rachel along with her toward her house.


"How do I look?" Quinn asks facing his daughter who sat on his bed, "To casual?"

Lizzy climbed off of her father's bed walked up to him, motioned for him to bend down to her level. The blond man obliged to the girl's request then Lizzy messed plays around with his short hair for a minute, giving it a slight messy style.

"You look fine!" she nods emphatically with the biggest smile on her sweet face.

Quinn chuckled at his daughter "Thanks princess, now go get your packed bag so we can go." he instructed before Isabella ran out of the room. Quinn picked up his black leather jacket and put it on, grabbed his Audi keys, and collected his wallet before walking out of the room shutting the lights off behind him.

As he closed the door behind him Isabella came out of her room, backpack on and ready to go. Quinton smiled down at his sweet little girl before offering her his hand for her to take.

Isabella grasps her daddy's hand into her small one as the two Fabrays went down the stairs and out the house headed toward Pierce - Lopez residence.


"…And that's when they decided to go travel." Sandra said, as she finished telling the brunette the whereabouts of her fathers. Rachel sat there and listened as the old lady talked. She couldn't believe her dads just picked up their lives up and just started traveling to God knows where. It was crazy and so unlike them.

"Oh but they do come back once a year on 21 of September, they said it's a special day that can never be missed." Sandra smiled at her as she handed her the plate of coffee cakes.

Rachel closed her eyes, knowing exactly why that day was so special. If her dads came back once a year that could only mean one thing, Quinton was in fact still in the area! As much as Rachel was dreading the day she met her ex again, at the same time, she wanted to know her daughter again. What she looked like. Did she look more like her or Quinn? When she was born she already had Quinton's eyes and almost a head full of light colored hair. Did she have a passion for Broadway musicals like Rachel did as a young child? The brunette had discovered she wanted to be a star since the day she could talk. Was her daughter as long winded as she used to be and talk with vocabulary twice her size? Since marrying Jesse Rachel always had to dumb things down for him. He didn't understand why she always had to "ramble on about stupid, useless things", so as a result she just said whatever she had to say was said straight to the point. She still didn't know what she had been thinking when she agreed to marry him.

"Are you okay, dear?" the brunette heard, snapping her attention to the welcoming lady opposite her. She smiled a gentle smile in response, as if to say, she was fine. Sandra smiled back before pouring more of the black brew in the brunette's mug.


"I'm coming!" Santana yelled loudly toward the ringing doorbell, "Crazy, stupid people. If you're selling something I'm not interested." she announced as she swung the door open.

"No thank you, I don't think I want to sell this adorable little angel." Quinton announced, smiling down at his daughter then at the Latina who just rolled her eyes in response.

"I wouldn't buy her anyways, I hate kids" the Latina stated, closing the door behind them.

"You have a son." the blonde stated flatly.

"Yeah, but he is part Britt's as well, so it's cool" she shrug and Quinn shook his head.

"All right baby, daddy have to go but behavior, don't drive Santana crazy to much" he grinned up at the brunette woman who just flipped him off without Isabella seeing. The Latina might be blunt and rude, occasionally, but she didn't go around teaching kids bad words or habits. Santana had learned her lesson early on about saying things in front of Lizzy. The small girl learned quickly and was very perceptive for a child, annoyingly so, according to Santana. Naturally, she blamed Rachel for contributing those genes.

"Okay I won't daddy." she hugged her dad then pulled away, "I think you should go. You don't want to be late, girls hate that." she said, practically pushing her dad out the door.

"All right all ready! I'm going. Love you." he said

"Love you too, Daddy." Isabella responded back

"Oh, hey Q." Brittany said, having to just walk in the room. The blonde man didn't get a chance to answer back because his daughter was practically shutting the door on him. "Um, bye Q" Brittany said, confused.

Santana stared at what she prefers to call "Satan's Offspring", "Okay, what are you up to?" she questioned, crossing her arms with an eyebrow raised.

Isabella smirked, leaning her back against the closed door. A smirk fully on her lips "What?" Santana asked quietly, secretly intimidated by the small brunette. Oh god I'm getting intimidated by a five, almost six year old!

"Well?" Santana said her brow rising up even higher.

"I want to watch Disney Channel" she stated simply, knowing she'll get it anyway.

"Um no, we don't watch that baby stuff in this house. We're all grown-ups. We watch Cops."

Isabella fumed, crossing her arms around her cheat, puffing air out as she stuck out her button lip. God, she looked so much like Berry with hazel eyes when she did that. At that thought Santana wanted to smile. Well, until she remembered what a mess she had made when she left Quinn. How much he still hurt over what Berry did to him and their baby. Damnit, Rachel.

"Auntie Brittany!" Isabella yelled, and Santana covers her ears with both he hands. Man, that kid had a set of pipes.

"What's the matter sweetie?" Brittany asked sweetly.

"I want to watch Disney Channel, but Aunt Santana won't let me." she pouted, directing her puppy dog eyes at the brunette woman. As soon as Santana saw that look she already knew.. Fuck, Britt is gone. All Isabella needed to do for Brittany to do something was pull out the puppy dog eyes. That stupid Berry pout and the small whimper she made got her anything she wanted. But, come on! Who wouldn't find that cute?

"Santana stop bullying her and turn on the Disney Channel." said giving her a pointed look.

"But…Cops is on soon. Cops, Britt, Cops, you KNOW that's my show." whined the Latina. With one last warning look from the tall blonde the Latina surrendered.

Isabella smirked at Santana before skipping along to follow Britt to where she had left Ethan, waiting on her favorite shows to start. Santana groaned loudly, relieved that Ethan was not going to be as annoying that little midget who clearly took after her mother. Groaning the Latina woman stomped her foot before walking to the kitchen where her family and goddaughter were.


"Vodka Tonic, please." Jesse ordered as he surveyed the loud club. He grinned arrogantly toward a group of woman who were sending him flirtatious smiles. "Man, I love this town" he said as the bartender gave him his drink. He downed it, "Another." he said.

"You're not from around here are you?" he turned toward the voice and stared into a sparkling green eyes, he smirked sexily.

"How can you tell?" he asked as the nameless red head moved closer to him.

She leaned toward him before turning her lips to his ear, "Because I come here all the time and I've never seen you, why?" she asked drawing back.

"Yeah, your right, I'm not...I just moved here after my divorce" he said sadly as he bowed his head down.

"Ah you poor baby." the red head cooed, "Her loss for letting someone as good looking as you get away," she said with a seductive smile.

He looks at her with mock sadness "Nah, she was happy to be rid of me" he said looking down again.

The red head, who he still hadn't got her name yet purred, "Oh honey, she was lucky to have you", putting her finger under his chin bringing his face up to meet hers. "How would you like to get your mind off her tonight? Just forget about that girl and have some fun?" she said as she leaned toward his neck and nibbled on his earlobe.

Jesse grinned. Score, I'm so getting laid tonight. The nameless red head pulled on his arm and lead him through the massive crowd toward a private room.


Quinton breathed deeply standing in front of Jen's front door. He checked his appearance again, making sure he looked presentable before ringing the doorbell. He stood there for a few seconds before the door opened and Jen's smiling face greeted him.

"H-hi." he said nervously feeling like he was sixteen again.

The brown haired girl smiles adorably at the blonde's nervousness before returning his greeting, "Hey, come on in," she gestured stepping aside to let the blonde in.

Quinn walked in and Jen closed the door behind him. "Uh, I got you this" he said, pulling a single red rose out from behind his back and handling it to the girl.

Jen smiled widely, accepting the rose before bringing it up to her nose to breathe in the aroma. "Aww Quinton, this is sweet...thank you" she said, hugging him then pulling away. "I'll just put this in a vase, I'll be right back" she said giving the blonde a sly smile before turning and walking off.

The blonde stood there in the hallway, hands tucked inside his jeans as he surveyed the pictures hanged on the walls. They were all of Jen at various points in her life. Everything from baby pictures, first day of school, first day of High School, Prom, as well as graduation pictures. He smiled as he looked at the picture of Jen who looked about sixteen years old. The girl was pretty then, but as she grew, she had only become more beautiful.

"Okay, I'm ready to go." the brown haired girl announced, coming out the kitchen. Quinn gave her a smile.

"Shall we?" he asks charmingly offering his hand to Jen. The young girl laced her fingers through Quinton's as the two made out the door.

Jen shut and locked the door to her house before they walked toward Quinn's car. The blonde man opened his car door for her and she offered him a dazzling smile in thanks. He smiled in return before going around to the driver's side and getting in himself before driving away.


"Oh my gosh, Quinn, Changs?" Jen questioned astonished, as the blonde pulls up his car in front of the restaurant.

"Uh yeah, I thought you might like it but if you don't we could-"

"No!" Jen exclaims and Quinton looked confused "I've been wanting to eat here for so long but it's always full and you have to book a reservations which are still hard to get." she explained, and Quinn nodded.

"Well, we do have a reservation so…" he smiled lightly at her before opening his door and walking around to open her door as well.

"Thanks" the brown haired girl blushes, feeling like a princess or movie star. This is why dating older guys had so many advantages than dating younger ones. The older ones were much more mature and, clearly, were gentlemen. "But how?" she asked referring to how the blonde had gotten the reservation at Chang's.

"Oh, the owner is a good friend of mine." he said, as the two stood in the line to get their table.

"Your friend's with Tina Chang?" the younger girl asked, amazed.

"Yeah, we went to high school and we were in glee club together" he explained as the queue started moving down.

"You were in Glee club?" the brunette laughed a little, "Can you sing?" she asked.

"Yes, of course I can, hence Glee Club." he said in mock offense at the girl's words.

"Well then I guess I'll have to get you to sing to me one day, huh?"

"Maybe." he answered smiling at her.

"Good evening, welcome to Changs, how may I help you?" a young, polite man asked with a smile.

"I have a reservation under the name Fabray"

"Fabray, oh here it is." Rob, Quinn assumed from the man's nametag, said as he handed two menus to a waitress who lead the two to where their table was located.

They walked past the doorway of the busy dining area downstairs and up to the Upper level to where their table was located. Jen's stared wide eyed as she in her surroundings. She turned to Quinton who was looking at her with that charming smile of his. "Oh my goodness Quinn, this is so beautiful." she gushed, still amazed.

"I, uh, booked this whole area just for the two of us. I told Tina I wanted someone private so we could talk and get to know each other better. She clearly took the "private" part to heart." he said with a smile as the waitress lead them to a two person table over by the large glass window that spanned the length of the wall. With the dim lighting and a breathtaking view of the sunset it was quite romantic and it was quite obvious Jen was impressed.

"You didn't have to do that." Jen said softly, feeling really overwhelmed.

"I know, but I wanted to since this is our first day. I wanted you to feel special."

"And I do" the brown haired stated almost in tears as the blond pulled out her chair. She sat down when he pulled chair then pushed it back in, before taking his own seat.

The waitress handed them the menus and both ordered red wine after a quick over look. Quinn told the waitress, Charlene, to just go ahead and bring a bottle, and after a quick nod she walked off leaving them alone.

...

"Okay, so tell me something I don't know about yourself." Jen says after a while into the conversation.

"Oh, ah, well I'm an interior designer I de-"

"No silly, I said something I don't know." Jen says giggling.

"Oh um well, my two best friends, I have lots of friend's but only two best friends," he rambled, "Puck and I been friends since birth, we have never let anything come between the two us." he says and Jen give him a warm smile. "I met Santana in kindergarten, even when we were that young she was the girl that all small little boys talked about and paid attention to. Well, except me." he said, taking a sip of his wine.

"Why not?" Jen asked, because Santana was clearly a beautiful woman and she had no doubt that the Latina was adorable when she was little.

"Because I thought she was really rude. As it turns out, she is, but that's just something you have to accept about her as a person. She just speaks her mind, but Santana is also fiercely loyal to the people she cares about. When we were little she was mean to every single little girl in our class except for Brittany. They are actually married now." Quinton said shaking his head at the memory and Jen smiles "She especially hated Bells' mom."

"Why?"

"Because I liked her and not Santana. San loved attention, so one day during lunch time she demanded to know why I chose "Man Hands" over her"

"Man Hands?" Jen asks amused.

"That's the nickname she gave Isabella's mom. It was a cruel nickname that Santana found amusing at the time. I told her I didn't like stuck up rich girls that treated everyone else like dirt. She got angry and poured her milk on Rachel, I asked her to apologize but she wouldn't so I poured milk on her too."

"Aww, you were like a little superhero" Jen chuckled and Quinn blushed, "Then what?"

"We got sent to the principle and she told us we had to three weeks worth of detention together. So after spending three weeks getting to know one another I guess I saw her softer side and along the way we became friends." Quinton said.

"So you and Rachel were like young love from kindergarten to high school?" Jen asked.

"Oh no, once we hit high school, we all went our separate ways. Got into extracurricular activities we were all interested in. Puck and I joined the football team, Santana became Head Cheerios and Rachel got into Glee Club, which was like the center of Loserville back then. She was like the head Gleek and got bullied and slushied almost daily in high school."

"Wow, your teen life sounds so…interesting." Quinn chuckled before Jen asks "What's a Cheerio?"

"Oh, it's what the cheerleading squad at our school was called."

"I could certainly see Santana being the Head Cheerleader." she said, clearly referring to Santana's moody nature as the two burst out laughing.

"Okay let's see, about I ask the basic questions like; what's your favorite color?"

"Red." the blonde answered automatically.

"Why?"

"McKinley." he said simply and Jen nodded in understanding.

"Favorite food?"

"My mom's blueberry muffins are the best thing I have ever tasted" he grinned, "Maybe one day you can try them."

"One day?" Jen asks "Does that mean you're planning on introducing to your parents?" the dark haired asked with hopeful eyes.

"Well yeah, if you're going to be my girlfriend my parents to needs to meet the girl I'm dating," he said then something struck him, "That's if you want to be my girlfriend, but for you don't then-" the blonde man's rambling got cut off as Jen leans across the table and kissed him.

The brown haired girl sat back down and grinned at the look on Quinn's face "Does that answer your question?"

"Well words would've been nice but a kiss is always better." he said smiling that charming smile of his and Jen gigged. "Okay so now you know about me, it's your turn now."

Jen groaned "I was so dreading this" she said and Quinton chuckled "Um unlike some people I was actually unpopular, cheerleaders as well as jocks picked on me, I got called names regularly."

"What? Who would pick on a beautiful girl like you?" Quinn asks in disbelieve.

Jen blushed at the compliment. "Yeah, well believe it or not, I wasn't as pretty back then, so my high school years weren't that memorable or great, my dad works for the Lima PDA and my mom is stay at home mom, but she has her book club to keep her busy there and then..Well, that's it about it really."

"What no first boyfriend?"

"Well I dated a few guys when I was in college, but it never really lasted that long. It was either the guy was too immature or he just wanted sex so I dumped all of them. The longest relationship I have had lasted for a about a month."

"Well those guys are idiots, they really don't know what they've missed out on." he said reaching for the girl's hand across the table. Jen blushed and smiled as Quinton smiled back.


"Thanks for tonight Quinton, I had a really good time." Jen said while they two stood on her front porch.

"I'm glad you did." he answered back. The two stood there silence for a minute not quite sure what to do or say.

"So I probably should go in…" Jen said gesturing toward her closed door.

"Y-yeah, good-night." he announce as he turns to leave.

Jen sighs "Seriously, you need permission to kiss me?" she said making the blond man turn back around.

He chuckled lightly and kind of embarrassed "Right, of course not." he said before leaning toward the brown haired girl.

Jen rolls her eyes playfully and grasps the front of Quinn's shirt, pulling him in all the way and connecting their lips together.

They pulled away after a few minutes and Quinton's face had a small smirk on it that caused Jen to smile in return before turning inside the door.

Quinton sighed, finally, he thought. He was satisfied that finally he felt that he was ready to move on from Rachel. He knew that in his heart he would always love her, but he knew it was pointless and he had to finally let her go. He knew she was never coming back to him and Lizzy. He had finally found a girl that he was interested in and he felt that Jen was going to be the perfect girl to help him move on. He smiled to himself. He was going to do this. He was finally moving on.


TBC