Our Love Was Always Forever
Chapter 10 – Blast From the Past?
Quinn and Rachel just stood there staring at one another in disbelief. Neither could totally grasp that they were actually looking at one another, looking into the eyes of the one person that once held their heart.
"Berry?" and the spell was broken by the voice behind the blonde.
Rachel looked toward where the voice had just come from over Quinn's shoulder and face paled, "Santana." she said, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat.
"Unfuckingbelievable!" exclaimed the Latina, with raged filled eyes, "what the fuck are you doing here, Manhands?" Santana spat, glaring at Rachel.
"I-", Rachel couldn't even think of what to say, she felt as if she was back in high school again. It wasn't uncommon then for Santana to insult her while Quinton stood in the middle trying to get the fierce Latina off her back. The times had changed though. She didn't have Quinton to defend her this time. In fact, he wasn't saying anything at all. Rachel finally chanced a looked back to Quinn. God, he was still so handsome.
She wanted to smile at Quinton, but the look Rachel found in his eyes made her heart ache for him. She saw the hurt, betrayal and anger all swirling inside that perfect hazel.
"Listen to me when I'm talking to you, midget!" Santana said snapping Rachel's attention away from Quinton to her. By the time she had looked back to Santana she realized that the Latina was advancing on her. Before she even realized what was about to happen Quinton had his hand wrapped around Santana's forearm stopping it from connecting with Rachel's face. The brunette had to smile a little inside at that. She knew Quinton was mad and most likely hated her for what happened, but she knew her hero was still there and he would always protect her from Santana, just as he always did.
"I'm sorry" the brunette said when her eyes and Quinton's connected. Then she was gone. She HAD to get out there, away from Santana, away from her Quinn.
Quinn let go of Santana's wrist and turned to go after Rachel. He was not about to just let her go without an explanation. An explanation for many things. She at least owned him that.
"Where are you going?" Santana questioned her best friend, "you're not going after the midget are you?"
Quinton sighed, running his hand through his short blonde hair, "I have to, San. I just have so many questions to ask her and I don't think I'll be able to live with not knowing why she's here." he answered
"Fuck that shit Q, fuck her. She left you and Little Bit. She. Left. You. You are not going to just crawl back to her and let her get away with doing that to you. I know you, Quinn. I know how you were with her, and by the look in eyes, that midget still has you by the balls. Do not go after her." Santana said anger evident in every word.
"I'm not going to crawl back to her, like you say she left and I've moved on, I've got Jen now. I just want some answers from her. I NEED some answers from her. I need this, San." he explained, hoping the Latina would understand.
Santana sighed "Fine! But what about Jen? What am I suppose to say when I get back there?"
"Just cover for me, I won't be long" he said, giving her a hug before hurrying away and disappearing into the crowd.
Santana sighed then continue on her way to the bartender and got Tina her orange juice. She finally got back to the table, "Here's you drink baby mama" Santana said with a wink.
Brittany looks up at her wife and could tell that something was off. The Latina's face had a hint of sadness written across it. "You're okay, baby?" she questioned, worried about her Latina.
Santana looked at Brittany with a smile and nodded. She knew that Brittany knew something was up, but the blonde didn't want to question what because she knew that when Santana was ready she'd tell her, so she smiled and squeezed her wife's hand.
"Where's Quinton?" Jen asked looking around for her blonde haired boyfriend.
"He went to the restroom, he should be back shortly." Santana answered, nervousness apparent on her face. Luck for her no one but her wife and Puck had picked up on it.
"Hey San, can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked with a quick kiss to Mercedes' cheek before walking away from the group with Santana in tow.
"What's going on S?" he asked immediately.
Santana sighed, not wanting to lie to Puck. He was there with her for Quinton a lot during after math of Rachel leaving; he would understand exactly how she felt so she decided to tell him the truth.
"Rachel's back in town." she simply said and Puck's went slack.
-Meanwhile-
Rachel pushed open the double doors of the club and she was greeted by a blast of cool air. She wiped at the tears that were rolling her soft cheeks. She sniffled as she pulled her coat closer to her body and started walking quickly to where she had left her car. She should have just stayed in after that fight with Jesse. She shouldn't have gone against him and gone out, because now she was forced to relive her past that she didn't want to deal with right now. She wasn't ready; she was far from ready for what happened today. Bumping into Quinton and Santana, of all people, the worse of ex boyfriend's friend, she just couldn't handle it.
"Rachel!" the brunette turned around and saw Quinton behind jogging to catch up to her. She was not expecting him to follow her. Maybe he was going to do something to her. No, what was she thinking! In all the years she had known the boy he had never laid a finger on a girl, he wasn't like Jesse, but she still wasn't ready to get confronted by him yet. Not yet. She picked up her pace and walked as fast as she could to her car.
"Goddammit Rachel, stop running away from me!" he said picking up his pace.
Rachel looked behind her and saw that the blonde had nearly caught up to her. She ran.
"Seriously?" Quinton yelled, sprinting after her, he was not letting her get away from him this time.
Rachel reached her car and fumbled with the keys trying to get the door open. Just as she was about to pull the handle for the driver door to open, she felt two strong arms grab her and turn her around so her back was against the car, Quinton's whole body was pressed against her.
"Stop running away from me!" he said, trying to catch his breath. Quinton looked into those soft brown eyes that he had dreamt about for years. He saw a eyes and saw a flicker of fear clouding them, she was afraid of him? No, Rachel couldn't be afraid of him, she knew he would never lay a hand on her. She should know that, so seeing the fear in the brunette's eyes made him question what would make her afraid.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Rachel." Quinn said softly, looking her in the eye.
Quinton let the girl go and stepped out of her personal space, still staring deep in her fearful eyes which changed back to soft brown that Quinton knew but still something was missing. "Who's hurting you, Rachel?"
The brunette looked at her ex closely, surprised at the question. He was asking her who was hurting her instead of yelling at her for walking out on him and their daughter. "I-" Rachel started but got caught off guard by the one voice she wasn't excepting to hear.
"Hey, get away from my wife!" Jesse said, pushing Quinton away from Rachel and enveloping the brunette in his arms, almost as if he was the loving husband that he was portraying to be.
"Is it him?" Quinton asked angrily, pointing at the curly haired boy touching Rachel possessively.
"Who are you?" he asked, looking at Quinn disparagingly.
"I'm the guy who's about to kick your ass!" Quinton said, ripping Jesse off of Rachel and slamming him against the hood of the car "I dare you lay a finger on her, you bastard!" he pulled back his fist and about to slam it onto Jesse's face.
Jesse shut his eyes tight, praying he wasn't about to get his nose broken. "Stop it, Quinton, stop it!" Rachel shouted just before his fist connected with Jesse's face. "He's my husband" she said lowly not meeting Quinton's eyes.
"You have got to be kidding me." he barked, glaring at Jesse, "you're married to that?" he pointed angrily toward the other man.
"I do have a name thank you very much, Jesse St. James" he said as if expecting the blonde boy to know who he was.
"St. James?" wondered the blonde, "Why does that ring a bell?" he questioned as he racked his brain for the familiarity of the name.
Jesse grinned thinking the other guy said that because he had seen him on Broadway, "Actually I was on Broadway if that helps." he said flipping his curly hair away from his eyes while supporting massive grin, just thrilled that someone knew him, even if said person was just about to punch him in the face.
He was just about to offer Quinn an autograph when, "Un-fucking-believable." Quinton said calmly after his realization about the name.
"I know and I forgive you for violating me, so if you can jus-"
"You're Isabella's teacher?" he said, totally ignoring Jesse.
He had no idea why Rachel had settled for this guy, he looked like a cartoon and acted the same. He was a freaking joke. Idiot.
"Wait, how do you know Isabella?" Rachel asked, already feeling nauseous.
Quinn laughed bitterly, looking at Rachel with disapproving eyes, "Figure it out yourself." he said, then turned to leave, "I guess that's to be expected since it's been five years since you've seen her after all." With that Quinn was gone.
Rachel's race paled, Isabella was her Isabella? The sweet, adorable little angel she had come to love so much was hers? She was her 8lbs 4ounce, 10 inch beautiful Lizzy? She felt physically ill; she just wanted to crawl into a whole and stay there, maybe cry herself to her death bed. How had she not seen it?
It had been so long, but still, how had she not known? Her heart ached for her baby. The one she left 5 years ago to chase dreams that didn't even come true. Not even close. Her heart ached for Quinn and how he must feel now. Her heart just ached. She walked out on the greatest loves she had even known, and for what? For a dream that she wasn't even living, for settling into a abusive marriage with the man she never even loved? "Drive me home, please" she said, in barely a whisper.
"What the fuck were you thinking taking my fucking car?" Jesse yelled, ignoring the pained look in Rachel's eyes, not even bothered by what the blonde had said.
"Jesse please, just take me home, please" she begged, feeling the tears about to crest.
Jesse rolled his eyes and grunted in annoyance, he was hoping to come here and hoping to get laid again like last night, only to see Rachel from afar with some guy. "Just fucking get in the fucking car!" he swore pushing her away from the driver's door and opening it to get in himself.
Rachel sighed as she went around the car and got in the passenger side, before they headed back to their apartment.
Puck looked up and saw Quinn heading back toward the group. He nudged Santana, getting her attention before nodding towards Quinn. The two excused themselves to catch Quinn before he made it all the way back to the table.
"Hey man, you okay?" Puck asked, with a concern filled eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine why, wouldn't I be?" he questioned as the two brunettes looked at one another than at the blonde.
"San told me Rach is back in town" he said carefully not wanting to upset him.
"Yeah, I'm alright" he answers shortly, moving to walk pass the two.
"So where is she?" Santana questioned suspiciously.
"She left with her husband." He answered flatly.
"What?" both Puck and Santana exclaimed.
"Yeah, she's married! You know the Mrs. St. James Bella can't stop talking about?" he asked, they nodded, "That's Rachel." He explained before leaving them there in shock.
"Hey" Quinton said, kissing Jen's cheek as he sat down on his seat next to her.
"Hey, I missed you." Jen said before connecting their lips together in a quick kiss.
Santana and Puck walked back to the group just as the newest couple were pulling away from each other. The two glanced at one another before Santana chanced a look toward Quinton. He seemed okay, but she knew better. Jen was staring at him dreamily, ew, as he chatted to Mike about the interior design for their new nursery.
Everything looked okay now on the outside, but Santana knew this was only the beginning of it all. Quinn hadn't come to terms with the fact that Rachel was back in town, and married, ugh. Who would want to marry that hobbit anyway? On top of that, his baby momma was his baby's teacher. This was fucked up. Factor in a baby momma and a new girlfriend with all these old feeling that hadn't been addressed yet...this was just the calm before the storm. It was about to go down, she already knew Quinn was about to get emotionally slammed, again, but there was no way he would ever have to face it alone.
Before Jesse even got the car completely stopped Rachel was out of the car and rushing up to their apartment, headed to their bedroom. She locked the door behind her.
The brunette dropped to her knees in front of her closet and pulled put a box that was labeled 'Memories' and started pulling the item from inside. She reached in to the box a pulled out a picture of a new born baby. The baby was wrapped snuggly in a pink blanket as she cried. She turned it over and read the words on the back "Lizzy 'Beth' Fabray". She held the picture against chest as she cried. Her baby was so big now, she was so beautiful.
She pulled out another picture. It was a picture of all three of them taken the day Lizzy was born. Rachel was seated on the hospital bed cradling Lizzy while Quinton sat beside her, nuzzled into Rachel's side with his head close to hers and he looked adoringly over her shoulder at their sweet sleeping baby. Rachel remembered Santana had took this picture and then made fun of them how sickeningly cute their little family was. Rachel remembered telling Santana that she was just jealous and them she would end up alone because she was so bitter, but she knew she really wasn't. Santana just only had eyes for Brittney.
At least that was probably still the same.
She stared at the picture that held a snapshot from the happiest day of her life. She had the perfect family until she threw it away. She knew she didn't deserve another chance to be with them, but she had to try. She had to get her family back. They all belonged together. Failure was not an option here. She needed a plan, Jesse be damned.
TBC.
