A/N: I love all y'all's frustrated reviews IDEK why but they make me laugh and make me write faster but guys I'm in no need of wanting to rush this story. It is extremely LONG! So FABERRY will happen I am 100% a Faberry shipper c'mon have a little faith especially those readers who have read "Unfaithful." Good things come to those that wait. Enjoy this chapter and I really can't wait for you guys to read the next one EEEEEP! But big huge thanks to my beta who helped me with this chapter, I was stuck at a certain scene but she helped so thanks hun. Last but not least THIS STORY IS NOT GONNA BE RUSHED SO YOU GUYS ARE JUST GONNA HAVE TO DEAL WITH SOME THINGS ATM MEANING THE LACK OF FABERRY AND JEN UNTIL IT WILL BE SORTED THANKS xx. Also sorry for the late update but my laptop died so I had to get it fix. Anyway hope you guys like the chapter or not. Up to you peace.
Title: Our Love was always Forever.
Couple: FABERRY & Quinn/OC
Rated: M
Warning: genderswap
Jolly Ho, Ho, Ho Part 2 - Chapter 34.
Things at the Fabray residence were quiet and still as its occupants slept soundly until...
"It's Christmas!" A thrilled gleeful voice screamed at the top of their lungs, swinging the warm blanket that covered them off and padding out of the room screaming.
"Daddy, Daddy wake up its Christmas!" Bella called out as she barged into her fathers' room not hesitating to jump on the bed and start bouncing up and down. "Wake up, wake up, wake up Daddy!" She squealed with excitement.
A pair of unfocused hazel eyes opened, slowly welcoming sight of the brightness of the room and his daughter excitedly bouncing up and down like an excited bunny.
"It's Christmas!" Bella shouted again and her father reached out and pulled her down to him cuddling her into his arms. "Daddy..." she whined.
Quinn chuckled before planting multiple kisses against her face.
"Merry Christmas baby," he said and Isabella giggled.
"Merry Christmas Daddy," Bella replied, kissing his cheek as she quickly climbed out of his arms. "I'm going to wake up mama too," she said as she made her way out of the room.
Quinn chuckled as he shook his head, the smile on his face wide because, as happy as his daughter usually was, she was even happier and excited this Christmas knowing that this year it would be spent with Rachel, and that made it even better.
Sighing he got out of his bed and made it up before he decided to get ready himself. It was gonna be a long day ahead with his friends and family coming around to the house for the party, and of course Jen and her parents. When the girl had come by to apologise Quinn felt it was better if she moved back in with her parents. He didn't say why but Jen didn't object out of the fear of giving Quinn a reason to change his mind about their whole relationship. This left him with just Rachel and their daughter and much needed time to figure out what was going on between the two of them and what exactly he was going to do with these feelings that were resurfacing for his ex.
Why was he happier around Rachel than Jen? Sure it was probably to do with their history together but Jen was his girlfriend, shouldn't he feel happier around her? He was also left feeling confused by what Isabella had told him about the discomfort between Rachel and Jen. Had he really been that blind to the truth? He really had thought things were good between them and they were fine living together because, why should they have a problem living together? Fair enough Rachel was his ex and the mother of his child, and Jen was his current girlfriend, but that shouldn't cause a problem, should it? Maybe he really was as clueless as Santana claimed.
He shook his head as he tried to stop thinking so hard so he could get ready before Isabella became inpatient about wanting to open her presents. So, with a heavy sigh, he pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind to try and figure it out later.
/
Rachel was peacefully sleeping when she heard shouting and instantly her eyes popped open knowing her daughter was the cause of said loud noise. It was confirmed when the screaming was followed with a shout of 'it's Christmas'. Smiling she got out of bed to greet her daughter because she knows that after visiting her father that Isabella will come running in.
This time last year Rachel was spending it cooking for Jesse and his friends, who felt the need to come by every Christmas because she was the best cook. She hated his friends! They were even bigger asses than Jesse was, but now, here she was with her daughter. She knows she's missed so much and that's one thing she will never forgive herself for, but the fact Quinn forgave her, even granted her access to their daughter's life, was unbelievable even going as far as taking her in after what Jesse had done. For that she will forever be thankful.
Opening the door of her bedroom her eyes caught a tiny brunette rounding the corner to her room and Rachel smiled. 1, 2, 3...
"Merry Christmas!" The brunette mother screamed making Isabella jump before busting out in giggles.
"Mama you scared me." Rachel giggled leaning down and pulling her into a hug. "Merry Christmas to you too mama." Bella kissed her mothers' cheek before dragging her toward the stairs. "Present time!"
/
The trio gathered inside the living room and sat on the floor with Isabella in the middle passing presents. First Rachel handed her daughter her present, the little girl didn't hesitate in ripping apart the wrapping paper before gasping.
"It's a guitar!" She exclaimed happily. Since finding out her mother played the guitar Isabella had taken an interest in the instrument herself, she was even getting lessons from Rachel so the older brunette thought she deserved her very own guitar. It was just her size and covered in pink.
"I love it mama, thank you." Bella got up and kissed her mother before hugging her tightly "I love you!"
"I love you too baby," Rachel replied as she kissed the side of daughters head then Isabella pulled away and moved on to her Daddys' present ripping it open to reveal the new doll house she saw on the advert on TV. It was almost as tall as her and when she gazed at it her beautiful hazel eyes shone with excitement.
"Wow! It's the new doll house I wanted. I love it I love it!" Quentin chuckled once his baby threw herself into his arms.
"I'm glad you do baby."
"I'm going to call Stacey and tell her, thanks daddy," she called out as she skipped excitedly out of the room.
"Merry Christmas Rach," the blond said as he handed her a beautifully wrapped box.
"Quinn you didn't have to-" Rachel started but Quinn cut her off.
"I wanted to," he smiled nodding for her to open it.
Rachel smiled at his thoughtfulness before slowly ripping the wrapping off the box, opening it up to reveal a thick leather bound book. She glanced up at him in confusion but all he did was flash her a smile. With careful hands she opened it to reveal the contents inside.
Upon opening it the brunette let out a loud gasp at what she was greeted with.
"Since you missed a lot of her first moments, I thought I would make you a memory book. That way you can look back at it and feel like you were there. There's also DVD's if you want footage," Quinn explained, watching as Rachel flipped slowly through the leather book which contained many pictures of Isabella as a baby.
There was one where she was being bathed by Judy with a wide eyed Quinn standing beside the bath looking on. Another one of Quinn holding Isabella's small hands in his own as the girl held tightly to his grasp standing up, both with smiles on their faces, at the bottom written in black sharpie was 'my first step'. Then Rachel flipped to another page to find baby Isabella sat in a high chair obviously screaming her head off with food all over her face and a tired looking Quinn trying to feed the toddler. Santana had taken the picture before trying to help clean the little girl up. Then there was another of a two and half year old Isabella in her grandparents swimming pool during the summer, she was dressed in a swimsuit with a little inflatable duck ring around her with Quinn smiling beside her.
"Thank you Quinn, I just-" the brunette choked in her sob, truly touched by this thoughtful gift.
The blond smiled, glad that Rachel had liked it before reaching forward and wiping away at her fallen tears.
"I'm glad you like it Rach."
"No," she shook her head, "I love it." She leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you," she whispered as she stared right at him, falling even more in love with him than she thought possible.
"I um, here," Rachel mumbled, breaking their intense stare as she reached for a well wrapped package and handed it to him.
"Thank you," Quinn said upon receiving the gift grinning at Rachel. Just like his daughter he didn't waste time in ripping apart the wrapping paper and the sight he was greeted with didn't disappoint him. Staring back at him was a Cinnicinati Bengals jersey with the number 13 printed on the front, back and sleeves (his lucky number which he used to wear for the McKinley Titans). But it wasn't a new jersey, it was a shirt from the 1999/2000 NFL season, and it was an original, authentic signed shirt. The blonde gasped in shock and disbelief.
"I remember when we went on our first date, you told me that your Dad took you to your first league game when you were like six years old, and how much it meant to you. How it made you fall in love with the game and that, it was one of your favourite memories as a kid so I just thought…." Rachel trailed off, shrugging her shoulder a little as she watched Quinn closely to see his reaction. It hadn't been easy trying to get the shirt, especially a signed one from that particular team from that particular time.
But the brunette realised quickly that if she really wanted to get it for Quinn then she needed to be more persistent and try harder and of course not give up. She had eventually tracked one down from a store in Columbus that specialised in sports memorabilia. She knew giving Quinn this wouldn't make up for the years of shit she put him through but at least she could start with baby steps.
"You still remember that?" the blonde asked, staring at her in awe. He didn't think she would remember something that to most girls would seem pretty unimportant considering he had told her that story way back when they first started dating.
"Of course I do, it was one of the most important milestones in your life. It meant a lot to you" Rachel replied sincerely.
Quinn could do nothing but smile at her as his heart fluttered at the gesture. "Thanks Rach, I'm gonna treasure this forever," he promised before his eyes went back to the jersey once more and Rachel couldn't have been happier to see him this happy.
/
Later that evening Quentin was standing in front of his mirror, already dressed for the party however he was still in the process of trying to tie his tie. He was never really good at this part. Sure he could tie an okay knot to get by for work, but he still couldn't manage to make it look perfect. As he continued with his struggle for perfection, he heard the doorbell downstairs ring then muffled voices but he couldn't tell who it was, but he would bet it was either his parents or Rachel's because he knew none of the Gleeks would turn up that early. As he was busy, lost in his thoughts, his bedroom door opened, gazing through the mirror he smiled.
"Hey, your parents are downstairs," Rachel said and Quinn beckoned her inside.
"You look beautiful," he complimented, turning to face her fully, his tie still undone.
Rachel smiled as she walked closer to him. "You don't look half bad yourself," she teased taking a hold of his tie and started tying it for him.
"You taught me how to do this, remember," he recalled.
Rachel chuckled lowly her eyes still fixed on the task at hand. "You were absolutely hopeless at tying your own tie Lucas," she grinned, calling him by his given name as she gave the material a final tug to make sure it was right.
"Hey! I wasn't that bad!" he pouted.
Rachel, finally satisfied with the knot she had made, stepped back a little. "Oh yes you were," she grinned before gazing into his eyes, "But at least I taught you well enough to get by," Rachel finished before turning and walking out of the room but not before throwing a wink at the blond who watched as she moved across the room and out the door, his eyes trained on the sway of her hips before swallowing hard.
'I really cannot be having these types of feelings for Rachel again, can I?' Shaking his head he tried to rid himself of those thoughts because he was with Jen. She was the only one he should be having those kinds of thoughts or feelings for. So why was he so conflicted then?
/
The house was filled with loud chatter and laughter from the guests at the party. Quinn looked around and smiled at the feeling he got being surrendered by his loved ones. He had met both of Jens' parents earlier when they had arrived and they were good people, but even he was feeling awkward having both his parents, his sort of ex-parents in-law and potential future parent's in law in the same room. Speaking of awkward, he actually felt stupid because now he could feel the dislike and awkwardness vibrating off of Rachel and Jen towards each other and the blonde mentally face palmed because how could he have missed it before?
It was so blatantly obvious that he now wondered how it could have ever escaped his attention before. Then again, he was probably too caught up in the idea of having everything he ever wanted within reach, and under the one roof, that he chose to ignore the tension out of the fear of rocking the boat. Also, speaking of Rachel, she had been acting weird compared to how she had acted earlier. He would like to think maybe having Jen there was the reason but it was almost as if the brunette was hiding something.
Looking around he couldn't spot her anywhere amongst the crowd so he decided to seek her out in the hopes of getting whatever was bothering her out in the open. He looked almost everywhere he could think of before walking inside the kitchen to find Rachel standing in front of the punch bowl with a cup in her hand. It was none alcoholic because of the kids running about the place so they made a fruity one that was suitable for everyone. The real alcohol was kept high up in the kitchen cabinet out of reach and the adults were free to help themselves.
"Hey," Quinn said walking into the quiet room.
Rachel looked up and faked a smile which both worried and saddened Quinn.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Quinn squinted his eyes and frowned at the obvious lie.
"Bella was right," he stated, "how did I not see it?"
"See what?" Rachel questioned with a confused tone as she watched Quinn move closer to her.
"You and Jen, the awkwardness between the two of you, you can't stand each other," he said and as much as Rachel wanted to deny it, she really didn't like the girl whatsoever.
"No, we actually don't Quentin."
"But why? I mean-"
"Why is it necessary for us to like each other?" Rachel cut in.
"Because she's my girlfriend and-"
"And I'm what?" Rachel questioned and Quinn didn't know what to say. "Exactly. I'm nothing. So why should it matter whether I like your girlfriend or not?" the brunette stated. Her tone laced with bitterness.
"I-" Quinn started only to close his mouth because he really didn't know why he wanted so bad for Rachel to like Jen and vice versa.
"The party is out there," the brunette said gesturing to the door to put an end to the conversation and then made to leave only to be stopped by Quinn's hand on her arm.
First, she looked at the hand on her arm, before looking up at the owner of the hand.
"Hey Romeo and Juliet," a voice called in through the open archway. The two ex-lovers looked toward the voice and saw Santana raising her brow at them with a grinning Brittany just behind her.
"You guys have a mistletoe over your heads," the giddy blonde spoke, and the two occupants of the room followed her gaze to find the traditional holiday symbol hanging above them.
Quinn looked back down to find Rachel gazing right at him and before he could even speak he felt a soft warm sensation against his cheek, a sensation he was all too familiar with, and before he could even blink the soft warm feeling was gone leaving him tingling all over. Looking to where Rachel had previously been stood, he realised she wasn't there anymore. Turning his helpless gaze to Santana, the Latina gave him a questioning stare but he didn't bother answering her as he too walked passed the couple and out the door.
/
"What's going on with you?" Puck asked his best friend later on that evening. The two had walked out into the backyard for some fresh air despite the falling snow, inside was almost too hot to function, what with people crowding the place and the screaming children running about.
"How'd you mean?" Quinn replied, leaning against the rail that separated the back door and the garden.
"I mean I can almost smell the confusion on you like some cheap ass cologne," Puck stated raising his brow.
Then the door opened and Finn stepped out. "Oh hey guys," he greeted coming to stand where the two were leaning against the rail.
"Hey man," both Quinn and Puck said in unison.
"What's going on?" the tallest of the three questioned, sensing he had distributed something.
"That's what I'd like to know, Q?" Both men turned to face Quinn for an answer.
"I- I don't know. I'm still trying to understand it myself," he said.
"Understand what-" but Puck's question was instantly cut off.
"Alright but just know whatever is we got your back man," Finn replied shooting Quinn a smile which was returned and the club owner next to them did nothing but just agreed with his word.
"So I was thinking..." Finn started smiling widely.
"Oh God we won't end up jail will we?" Puck teased making Quinn laugh and Finn frown. "That was one time!" Finn defended himself, causing his friends to laugh even more. "I was thinking we could all get together for New Year's Eve at your club. I mean you have that big screen TV, we could watch the countdown and the ball drop there," he said.
"Hey that's actually not a bad idea. I mean we all deserve a night out from being parents to have a little fun," Puck agreed.
"And don't worry Q, Jen is also welcome I think Puck's club allows 18 year olds in too," Finn stated with that smile that made him seem so innocent to the world and Puck despite himself bust out laughing loudly.
"She's 19 you asshole," Quinn joked although he didn't take offence nor was he mad at his friend's words because he knew Finn was just teasing him.
"Cause that's such a big difference," the tall mechanic said receiving a punch in the arm from the annoyed blonde. In that moment the two forgot they were actually adults as they playfully wrestled each other.
/
"Hey," it wasn't until the party was calming down that Quinn once again found Rachel, but this time it was in her room. The brunette had been avoiding him at all costs, even going as far as sitting away from him, and after dinner Rachel, disappeared out of sight. Tired of the brunettes disappearing act Quentin decided to seek her out once more after excusing himself from speaking with Jen's parents who were chatting to him about his business.
"Hi," Rachel responded, kicking something under the bed with her foot.
"What's going on?" the blond questioned before his eyes took in the room noticing everything was practically cleared out. He had been inside of Rachel's room more than enough times to realise little things that showed a trait of the girls' personality and life were missing. "Where's all your stuff?"
Rachel sighed, knowing now she couldn't postpone or talk her way around the subject any longer, she needed to tell him. Sitting down she patted the space beside her as Quinn came and sat down next to her.
The blond took in Rachel's features, trying to figure out what was going on with the many emotions that was swirling in her chocolate brown eyes, but to no avail.
"Rach?" he said with a nervous voice.
"I'm leaving Quinn," She said quietly and Quinn's heart almost stopped.
"Wh-what?" Quinn could feel himself get sad and angry as beads of sweat suddenly formed on his forehead.
Understanding instantly what must be going through his mind Rachel reached out and took his hands into her own and was relieved when he didn't pull away.
"I'm not leaving as in leaving town, I'm moving out."
Quinn partly felt relieved, partly felt confused and sad. Relieved because he really couldn't comprehend how he would begin to explain Rachel's departure to their six year old daughter who understood more than most children her age. Also because there was this feeling deep within him, a feeling so familiar that he was feeling towards the brunette that wanted to burst out onto the surface, and he felt that if she were to ever leave again then he would probably go insane. He felt confused because she said she was moving out meaning she was going to live by herself and away from Quentin and he felt sad at the thought of not having her around the house anymore.
"B-but why?" he whispered looking at her not fully understanding what was going on.
Rachel sighed, her fingers subconsciously running random patterns on Quinn's skin. "I want to. I'm so thankful for you taking me in after everything that happened but I can't keep living off you forever."
"Is this because of Jen because if-" Quinn started.
But Rachel quickly cut him off with a shake of her head. "No, no. I want to do this. I'll still be around here from time, but, all I'm asking from you now is for your permission to have Bella come stay with me some weekends. Or if you're at work that she can stay with me after school until you pick her up."
"You know I would never stop you from seeing our daughter, of course she can stay with you," the blond said. Although he didn't want Rachel to leave he respected her decision. Even if it did cause an ache in his chest that he never thought he would feel again over not being able to be around her all the time.
"So when are you leaving and where are you gonna live?" he asked, feeling the need to make sure that the mother of his child was set up and secure and not moving out too quickly out of some need to get away from him, or more specifically Jen.
"That's the funny part. So I called my old landlord and he wasn't pleased with either mine or Jesse's departure but he's fine to let me have the apartment again as long as I pay for the rent that we owe him while keeping up with the new lease on the place," she explained.
During Rachel's speech Quinn resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the mention of Jesse.
"So when do you move?" he asked.
"Today, well more specifically tonight. Kurt is giving me a ride, most of my stuff is packed and in his car but I still have to come and get the rest," she said avoiding making eye contact with him.
"Tonight?" Quinn questioned staring at her in disbelief. "When did you speak to the landlord and why didn't you tell me this sooner?"
Rachel sighed, "Because I didn't know how to, there was never really a good time. And I spoke to him the day you left to go see Jen."
"Oh, I see," he simply said feeling defeated, and the two just sat there lost in their own thoughts, before a knock came through and then the door opened.
"Rachel-" Jen stopped once her eyes landed on the sight of her boyfriend and ex-girlfriend sitting next to each other with Rachel's hands holding tightly onto Quinn's.
The older brunette not wanting to start a fight dropped Quinn's hands and moved to stand up.
"Your dads are looking for you," Jen said, her tone was anything but friendly and Rachel, not wanting to comment on it, instantly left the room walking passed Jen who shot her a glare on her way.
"What's going on here?" she finally questioned.
Quinn stood from his place and walked towards Jen. "Nothing," he said with tone that told her not to challenge him, and then he brushed passed her and walked out of the room.
Jen, once again was left behind, seething in anger.
/
Finally all the guests at the Fabray residence were clearing out, each person leaving whoever they came with. Isabella even left with her grandpa Leroy and Hiram while Rachel left with Kurt. As the brunette was leaving she and Quinn shared a sad look of goodbye which didn't go unnoticed by Jen who instantly wore an annoyed look on her face. But on the inside she was doing somersaults out of sheer joy because Rachel was moving out. No more trying to get closer with her boyfriend, Jen finally had Quinn all to herself.
Quinn was going around picking up all the used plastic cups trying to clean the house so at least it would look presentable while Jen was upstairs. The brunette had insisted on staying over claiming since both Rachel and Isabella weren't there, she didn't want to leave Quinn alone, and although he had slept in this house by himself before when Bella would be away staying with her grandparents, tonight he really didn't feel like it, especially with the news of Rachel moving out so he didn't fight Jen's argument and decided to just let her stay.
Once satisfied with the state of the house, he took the full bag of garbage out to the front of the house and placed it inside the garbage bins provided by the council before walking back inside and shivering as the cold air hit him through his white t-shirt. Once back inside the house he started up the stairs to at least catch some sleep before the morning.
When he walked into his room, his eyes took in the scene before him. Lit candles surrounded the room giving it a warm ambiance as the main bedroom lights were turned off. He looked to the source of this to find Jen sitting on the bed with nothing but red lingerie on.
"Hi," she whispered, her voice taking on a sultry tone, a slight smirk tugging on her lips.
The blonde walked in the room, his eyes still trying to focus on the new scene.
"Um, what's going on?" he asked.
"Well..." she trailed off as she crawled on her hands and knees coming to kneel at the edge of the bed, wrapping her arms around Quinn's neck pulling him closer to her, "I made this for us, for you. I want you to know how much I love you-"
"Jen..." Quinn started but her lips instantly interrupted his protest.
"You don't have to say it. I know you're not ready. Not yet," she spoke once she pulled away from the kiss.
"I have to tell you something," he started, trying to pull her arms from around his neck but the brunette just held on tighter.
"Don't, you don't have to say anything. Just kiss me." Jen pulled on his shirt pulling him towards her as she lay back on the bed bringing Quinn with her.
"Just kiss me."
/
The next morning, Quinten came down the stairs dressed in the jersey that Rachel had gifted him, a pair of jeans and jacket for the cold weather outside. He walked inside the kitchen to find Jen sitting on the counter sipping on coffee.
"Morning baby!" the brunette cheerfully greeted, practically throwing herself at Quinn who easily caught her before planting a wet kiss on his lips. "How'd you sleep," she asked pulling away from him.
He mumbled his reply, because his thoughts were miles away.
The brunette pouted at the response but decided to drop the subject. "That's a nice Jersey," she said as she leaned back against the counter, her mug in hand.
Quinn's face instantly brightened up with a smile at the mention of the item of clothing. "Rach gave it to me," He answered missing the jealous look that momentarily took over Jen's face.
"It's actually a cool story…" he started even though Jen uninterested in hearing the story behind the jersey that her boyfriend had received from his ex-girlfriend and baby momma.
"I bet it is," she mumbled rolling her eyes from behind her mug.
"I was about six years old and my dad finally took me to my first ever NFL game to see the Cinnicinati Bengals play at home. It was such an awesome game, I mean, the crowd, the atmosphere, I mean I literally fell in love with football that day. I was even fortunate enough to meet a couple of the players and my dad bought me my first Bengals jersey that day," he paused smiling wide. "On our first date, I told Rach that story and I thought she forgot about it but, I guess not," He said with an adoring smile, gazing down at the jersey he was wearing. "She gave me this yesterday as a present. It's signed by the team that filled the roster that year too! Can you believe it?"
"No, I absolutely cannot," Jen retorted. Detecting the sarcasm and annoyance in her voice, Quinn got annoyed because he felt like Jen was belittling Rachel.
"What do you have against Rachel?" he questioned, his whole mood changing instantly.
"I have nothing against her except the fact that my boyfriend constantly talks about her none stop!"
"Look, I don't know what's going with you, but I really don't like this new attitude of yours Jen! Whatever you problem is with Rachel you better find a way to get over it fast because she is Bella's Mom and like it or not, she's going to be around for quite a while. And that's something you're going to have to get used to if you wanna be part of me life." With that said he picked up his car keys and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" the Jen shouted.
"To meet a client, you got a problem with that too?!" he shouted back before the slam of a door could be heard ultimately ending the argument.
Jen was left behind seething and more than pissed off. This was not how she planned for their morning to go after what happened the previous night.
/
When Rachel's eyes flashed open she was aware of a couple of things. She was definitely back at the apartment she shared with Jesse and it was really bright outside which meant she slept longer than her usual. She also noticed that the room was cold making a mental note to call in the heater guy to come and take a look even though her landlord promised to get it sorted, but he still hadn't gotten round to it. However that wasn't what had woken her up, it was the ringing of the apartment doorbell and the brunette groaned because she wanted nothing more than to just sleep.
Gathering up all the strength she had she reluctantly got out of bed, wrapping the bed sheet around her body as she headed towards the front door.
Not bothering to ask who it was she opened the door only to stare back at guest in complete surprise.
"Room service?" Quinn grinned as he stood in the doorway with two cups of steaming hot coffee in one hand and a folded brown bag with fresh muffins in the other.
"What?" Rachel questioned in disbelief in her semi wakeful state.
"Well I figured the place could use a bit of decorating here and there so, I came here to personally volunteer myself to help. What'd you say?" he smiled, "oh and it's free of charge...everyone loves free stuff," he joked making Rachel roll her eyes and chuckle.
The brunette finally stepped aside to let him in before shutting the door behind them.
"Oh, this is for you," he said handing her the take-away bag and a cup of coffee which Rachel took gratefully.
/
"You really didn't have to do this," Rachel said, coming out from her bedroom dressed in sweats, her long brown hair tied back.
After the two had sat down and eaten the light breakfast that Quinn brought over, the brunette had gone back inside her room to get dressed while Quinn went out to grab all his working tools he would need to help decorate. He sat on the rag covered floor trying to work out the best paints to use on the walls as he waited for Rachel to return.
The blond looked up at Rachel's voice, instantly becoming speechless as the girl appeared. Although she was only dressed in sweats with no makeup on, she was still as beautiful as ever. Trying to distract himself so the brunette didn't realise he was staring he stood up, straightening himself out.
"I know but I wanted to. I don't think I want my daughter coming by with James' stuff laying around."
"Jesse," Rachel corrected with an amused tone.
"Who's Jesse?" he asked in all seriousness.
"That was his ne- never mind," she replied instead. Whether Quinn's jealousy was real or not she didn't know but she found it endearing either way.
"Alright let's get started!" Quinn then grabbed the hem of his jersey and pulled it off with one swift move leaving him shirtless, his perfectly toned torso on full display.
Rachel's eyes instantly widened at the sight before her.
"What?" Quinn questioned seeing Rachel's wide eyes. "I didn't want to ruin my New Jersey and plus there's no way I'm wearing Josh's clothes," he added before bending back down to go back to what he was doing.
Rachel was too into her own fantasy world to even grasp what he had just said.
