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Our Love Was Always Forever
Chapter 11 - Run In With the Devil
Quinton rolled over toward the middle of the bed planning on getting in some early morning cuddling with a certain brunette, but was disappointed when he found his bed empty. He rolled over again and stood up stretching him limbs. He yawned loudly, tired from the events of last night. After living Puck's club he had originally planned on dropping Jen off at home and heading home alone, but after seeing Rachel he had a change of heart. Instead he decided to go get Bella from his parents since it wasn't too late, he just wanted her at home with him. At the last minute he had also invited Jen to stay the night with him. He wasn't sure why, but she just wanted her there too. He knew it was still early in their relationship, but he decided that being cuddle buddies was still acceptable. Deep down he just wanted to prove to himself that he really was over Rachel, and what better way to prove that then having a young hot brunette in his bed, even though they really did just sleep. It really was too soon for that.
He wandered inside Isabella's room and found his daughter's room empty, bed made, and everything else placed in its rightful place. He smiled at how well organized and clean his little brunette was before heading downstairs.
When he reached the last step he could hear singing coming from the kitchen. He stepped off the last stair and walked toward the noise, pushing open the door the sight in front of him caused him to smile.
Jen was making breakfast while Isabella sat on one of the stools colouring. It might not have been exactly how he always thought it would be, but his new love interest was slowly becoming a part of his picture perfect life. He could so get used to this sight. "Morning." he finally decided to make his presences known to the two brunettes.
"Daddy!" Isabella exclaimed, leaping off of her stool and hugging him.
Quinton picked up the small girl in his arm and hugged her against his bare chest, kissing the top of her head "Morning Princess, sleep well?" he questioned, as Isabella nodded her head, her long bangs falling into her eyes. "We need to get those cut." he said ruffling her bangs.
"Daad!" she complained, trying to wriggle herself out of her dad's arms.
Quinton chuckled before letting her down and walking over to where Jen stood observing them with a smile. "Hi." Quinn said lowly, making Jen blush.
"Hey." she said surprised when Quinton leaned down and kissed her.
"Ugh, gross!" Isabella complained before running out the kitchen saying something about her backpack.
"How did you sleep?" the blonde man asked, pouring himself his morning coffee.
"Wonderfully." the brown haired girl breathed and Quinn chuckled.
"It's the bed." he said taking a sip of his steaming cup.
"I think it might have something to do with the wonderful person that was sleeping next to me." she answered shyly, causing Quinn to smirk. He only looked away because Isabella walked back in to the room.
"I'm hungry." she announced with a frown.
"Oh right, sorry sweetie." Jen apologized, quickly placing her breakfast on her plate and setting it down in front of her.
"You're so good with her." Quinton said wrapping his strong arms around Jen's tiny waist and kissing her tan cheek.
Jen blushed, "She's too adorable. It's hard not to like her." the 19 year old answered. Quinn just pulled her back snugly against him as they watched Isabella eat.
Rachel looked at her watch for what seemed like tenth time in the past minute and a half. She was practically counting the seconds until her class started pouring in so she could see Isabella. It was strange to Rachel how she felt drawn to the little girl even before she even found out she was her little girl.
That little bit of new knowledge changed things drastically, and now she wasn't sure how to handle it. The past few days had been so physically and emotionally draining for her. Between her unexpected run in with Quinn and Satan, sorry, Quinn and Santana, and Jesse's constant nagging she was at her wits end. Jesse had been hounding her for sex and because of her continual denial he accused her of having an affair with the blonde from the club. Oh, he had no idea. She was SO over Jesse and his drama. She rubbed her tired eyes and tried to gather her bearings for the day ahead.
The brunette was snapped out her thoughts when she heard small feet coming toward the door. She took a deep breath and braced herself to see the sweet face of her baby girl. Seeing Isabella would be the perfect antidote for her mood and would generally make all things right in the world again. Well, her world anyways.
"Hello, Mrs St. James." the little boy said brightly, always happy to see his favourite teacher.
"Morning Dave," Rachel replied to the boy, who was looking at her shyly. "What's the matter?" she asked, genuinely concerned.
"I-I brought you this." Dave said, handing her a pink box wrapped in a white ribbon.
Rachel slowly opened the box to find a homemade necklace with an 'R' on it. The brunette looked at the nervous boy in front of her and smiled adoringly at him, "For me?" she asked, feeling touched. Maybe the kids in her class really did enjoy her as a teacher.
Dave nodded, "I made it all by myself too. Well, my mom did help, but only a little." he said shyly.
Rachel smiled at the boy. He kind of reminded her of a younger version of Puck, tough on the outside, but sweet when he wanted to be. It was adorable. Rachel rounded her desk to where Dave stood and kneeled before pulling him into a small hug, "Thank you David, I love it" she said sincerely.
Dave blushed. His dad told him it wasn't a bad thing that he had a crush on Mrs. St. James, so he decided to make her something nice. "You're welcome." he said shyly before running over to hang up his coat.
Rachel smiled before taking the necklace out the box and placing it around her neck. She traced her fingers over the material and a smile graced her lips before turning around to find just the little girl she has been waiting for.
Isabella stood there wearing a pink skirt, black tights, knee high black boots, white hula top, and a black jacket. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, her bangs falling just above her long eyelashes those beautiful hazel green eyes on full display. She knew those eyes looked familiar, now she knew why. Her baby was now standing right in front her. Rachel longed to hug her, to breathe in her scent, to just love her the way she should have for the past five years, but she couldn't, not yet. Isabella still had no idea who she really was. Rachel wasn't even sure how Quinn had explained her absence, but she was planning on finding out soon. But for now she was just going to have to play the teacher role to Isabella and love her from afar for just a little longer.
-After School-
"All done!" Isabella grinned, turning to face Rachel who was packing up the last of belongings.
"Awesome, grab your stuff and I'll walk you outside, okay?" she said, as Isabella cheered.
Lizzy came back over with her jacket on, backpack secure, and her lunch box in her hand. "Ready!" she said smiling widely, showing her small white teeth.
Rachel couldn't help but to smile back before reaching her hand toward the smaller brunette. Isabella clasped her small hand in her teacher's as the two headed out of the school. Rachel was trying to rush past the front office so the Principle didn't have time to flag her down for another chat. She let out a sigh of relief as the two made it outside to the parent pick-up area. Rachel was hoping to get to talk to Quinton, but was met by the sight of Santana instead.
Santana looked up from her cell phone having just finished a text to Quinn to let him know that she was there to pick of Isabella from school. When the two brunettes caught her attention she scowled murderously at Rachel.
"Hey, Bella." she called once she had gotten close enough to greet them. She saw Rachel visibly pale. It made Santana giddy that she still had that effect on the little midget. She should be afraid because, unlike Quinn, she was not letting Rachel off easily. In fact, she was planning on making Rachel practically drown in guilt as soon as she had the chance, just as long as Quinn and Britt didn't find out about it.
"Where's my dad?" Isabella asked when she looked up at Santana.
"He's stuck at work so I came to pick you up," she said causing Isabella to frown, "Don't frown Little Bit, you and I and going to grab some grub at Mc Donald's and then we're going to see Aunt Britt and Ethan. Sound good?" Santana asked.
"Awesome!" Isabella shouted, grinning widely.
"I know I am." the Latina joked, still keeping an eye on Rachel, "take the keys and get in the car Little B, I'll be right there. I just need a quick word with your teacher." she said giving Rachel a hard cold glare.
"Okay, bye Mrs St. James!" Isabella said, hugging Rachel tight around the waist. Santana was surprised as she watched Rachel hug back before Isabella pulled away. "See you tomorrow." She continued before she skipped to the car.
"Santa-"
"Listen here you little hobbit," Santana spat, "I'm not sure why the hell your back here, but whatever the reason, you better stay the hell away from my friend and goddaughter." Santana said channelling her inner HBIC to perfection.
"Santana I-"
"I don't care what you have to say. Don't you know that no one wants you here? Not Q, no one! That precious little girl in that car over there doesn't need you either. She's done just fine without you for this long. Hell, even your Dads left town. You should've stayed away, Berry, life was so much easier." Santana said, not caring about the obvious hurt on Rachel's face.
"I-"
"I'm not going to feel sorry for you here, Berry, so stop making that ridiculous face. Believe me when I tell you that you deserve so much more than a reality check from me. You have no idea about the damaged you caused my best friend when you left. You fucking wrecked him. You abandoned your child, Berry. What kind of person does that? You're horrible and you don't deserve any of the forgiveness or compassion that Quinton seems to think you do. Everyone here hates you for what you did to them. So just crawl back to whatever shithole you and your husband came from. And that's another thing that got me, you're fucking married? How could you-? I can't fucking even..." Santana seethed, inching closer to Rachel.
"I know I messed up, Santana, you don't have to tell me. It was the biggest mistake I've ever made. I've done nothing but regret what I did every single day since I did it. I know you have every right to be angry, but I'm here now and I want to make things right with Quinn and Lizzy. I want to get to know my daughter again. This isn't easy for me either you know." Rachel explained in a low voice.
"Don't you even act like the victim here because you are far from it. The only victims I see are my best friend and goddaughter, so don't even go there, Hobbit." Santana glared.
"She's my daughter, Santana. I carried her. I gave birth to her. I will see her if I want to. This is between Quinton and I so you need to back off, Santana." Rachel smirked.
Santana's look of shock was quickly dismissed. She wasn't used to this side of Rachel. She smirked back, "I could always get rid of you for good this time. I know people," she said with a straight face, "Don't make me go all Lima Heights Adjacent on you, Berry." Santana said before turning away.
Rachel sighed and ran her hand through her hair before Santana turned back quickly, "I keep razor blades in my hair, Rupaul, so beware. I've got my eyes on you, don't forget that." Santana said before pointing to her own eyes then at Rachel.
Rachel sighed again. She knew she deserve the cold shoulder, but she was back now and she wanted to make things right again. She owed Quinton so much, but how was she supposed to talk to him if he had the devil as his personal bodyguard. Santana had always had a strong dislike for her, she knew that. She was just tolerated for Quinn's sake most of the time, but the Santana she just encountered was a whole new version of Satan. Santana still knew exactly what to say to make Rachel's day go from great to horrendous in .5 seconds. Well, I guess some things around here will never change.
TBC
Okay so no "Faberry" interaction but I promise more to come with those two. I needed the "Pezberry" interaction for the next chapter which you'll all understand why Santana was a bitch and cold toward Rachel.
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