Hi guys! Here's Chapter 3. I think I know where I want this story to go for the most part! Anyway please read and review
-Ashlee:)
CHAPTER THREE
Rachel jolted awake after the very scandalous dream she just had. She was praying that Quinn didn't hear her moans of arousal.
Rachel rolled over and noticed Quinn wasn't even in the bed. Instead, there lay a note; even Quinn's handwriting was fabulous:
"Rachel, I hope you slept well, I know I sure did :). I had to be at a charity breakfast and your cuddles almost made me late! (yes, you cuddled me in my sleep, but I'm not complaining). Claire doesn't get hungry for breakfast till around 9:30, but she usually wakes up around 8. Lola will prepare her breakfast most mornings but feel free to use the kitchen as your own. Thanks for keeping me company last night, we should do it again sometime
-Quinn"
Rachel just knew Quinn's flirtatious nature was going to kill her! Although she did have to admit, last night was one of the best nights of sleep she's had in a while. She knew she was eventually going to have to discuss whatever it is they have going on with Quinn.
Rachel sighed and looked over at the clock and it was nine. Rachel went to her room and got dressed so she could go see what Claire was up to.
Rachel lightly tapped on Claire's door and was met with a bright smile. Claire was sitting up in her bed while reading Junie B. Jones with little reading glasses on.
"Good morning, Rachel!" Claire said while setting her book down.
"Good morning, Claire! I love your glasses."
"Thank you! But can I tell you a secret?" Rachel approached the little girl, "They're not real!" Claire went into a fit of giggles.
"You're so silly! Are you hungry yet?"
Claire shrugged, "I guess I could eat," right as she finished her stomach rumbled, "okay, yes, I'm hungry."
Rachel held out her hand and led Claire downstairs.
Lola was tidying up the living room, "good morning, ladies!" Lola said.
"Good morning, Lola" Rachel said with a smile.
"Good morning, Lo," Claire said.
"Would you like to make breakfast or should I?" Lola asked.
"I think I'd like to make some pancakes if that's okay with miss Claire here," Rachel said, poking Claire in her belly.
"Yes! I would love pancakes. Could I help you make them?"
"Why of course! I could always use the extra hands, even if they are tiny."
Claire could not stop giggling, "Rachel you're so funny!"
"I know! Anyway why don't you go wash your hands, change into something you don't mind getting messy and we'll get started."
Claire darted out of the room and Rachel took the opportunity to talk to Lola.
"Lola, where's Biff this morning?"
"Oh Mr. McIntosh is out of the house by 7am. He barely tells his family goodbye," Lola said with an eye roll.
"Do you mind if I ask you something…personal? About Quinn."
"Are you going to ask about their sleeping arrangements?" Rachel just nodded. "Well, Miss Quinn and Mr. McIntosh haven't slept in the same room since Claire was about two years old. Miss Quinn's room used to be her office, but it was quickly renovated into a bedroom."
"But if they don't even sleep in the same room why are they still together?"
A separate voice answered, "I ask myself that same question."
Rachel whipped around and was met with Quinn.
Quinn was wearing a tight, green dress with a sweetheart neckline. Her beautiful blonde hair was curled around her shoulders. Lola slipped past Quinn and went up the stairs.
"Oh my goodness. Quinn, I am so sorry I had no business prying and I made Lola talk she had nothing to do with this!"
"Rachel calm down, I'm not angry. All Lola did was tell you simple facts and I don't blame you for being curious." Little feet were heard coming down the stairs, "I'll explain everything later Rachel, I promise."
"Mommy!" Claire ran down the remaining stairs.
"Hi baby-girl," Quinn picked up Claire and gave her a big hug.
"Me and Rachel are going to make pancakes, would you like to help? Rachel needs extra hands that aren't tiny."
"I would love to help, let me just go change clothes."
Rachel's face was still blood red and she dropped her face in her hands.
"Rachel are you feeling okay? You look a little green," Claire said with a look of concern.
"Oh I'm fine sweetie, just a little hungry. Let's get those ingredients out."
Rachel, Quinn, and Claire were all sitting at the table enjoying their creation.
"Rachel, these pancakes are fabulous."
"Well you helped! I think your touch of cinnamon really made them top-notch," Rachel said bumping Quinn lightly.
Claire was clearly trying to force-feed herself the remaining bites of her pancakes.
"Claire, sweetie, if you're full don't try to eat anymore, okay?" Rachel said nicely.
Claire nodded and dropped her fork and held her stomach.
Quinn and Rachel shared a look and laughed.
"Looks like someone enjoyed their breakfast," Quinn said with a bright smile.
"It was so good," Claire said still grasping her stomach.
"Why don't you ask Lola to help you get ready for the day?" Quinn said.
Claire gave Rachel and her mom a quick hug and then headed upstairs.
"So Quinn how was your breakfast event this morning?"
"Well based on the way I just devoured those pancakes, I'm sure you can tell I didn't eat anything," Quinn and Rachel giggled. "It was okay. Just the same stuck-up women I'm constantly surrounded by. We were discussing a good cause, so it wasn't too bad. Helping homeless families find good schools, jobs, and anything else they need."
"That's really amazing, Quinn."
"Thank you," Quinn said with a smile.
"So…"
"You want to know about Biff and I."
"If you truly don't mind telling me," Rachel said desperately.
"Of course I don't. We're friends, aren't we?" Rachel nodded. "Okay then. Well Biff and I met in our first year at Yale. He was the whole package. Smart, sweet, athletic, and just a really great guy. We dated all through college and my senior year I got pregnant."
"But Claire is—" Rachel tried to interrupt.
"I'm not done. He told me his future career would be ruined and he all but dragged me to get an abortion. I begged to at least put the baby up for adoption, but he didn't want to have a long-lost child coming years later to ask for money. After that, things changed." Quinn began tearing up. "He was trying to emulate his father so badly, he became desperate. His father said he was too unstable to take the business. What's more stable than being married to your college sweetheart? So Biff and I got married and he got his precious company. He began ignoring me unless there was an event or he wanted sex. I had Claire a few years later, he barely touched me after that. We argued whenever we were in the same room, so we figured we'd just coexist. We kind of have an open marriage. I haven't been with anyone else, but Biff is a different story. He knows not to bring anyone home so he has a small apartment in Queens. If I'm being honest, the reason I haven't divorced him is because I'm scared. Yeah, I have money from my books, but what about Claire? She deserves the best life I could give her." By this point Quinn was full on crying.
Rachel was shocked. "Oh Quinn, I'm so sorry. I should've just left it alone," Rachel hugged Quinn while rubbing her back.
"No, no it's fine. I haven't told anyone that. Ever. Not even my mother. I just feel like I can trust you Rachel."
"I feel the same way with you Quinn," Rachel looked into Quinn's eyes and began leaning forward and their lips met in a kiss.
It was a soft, quick kiss, but still one of the best kisses of Rachel's life.
Rachel realized what she was doing and pulled back, "I-I shouldn't have done that."
"No, Rachel it's okay— "
"I-I'm going to go get dressed for the day."
Quinn watched Rachel rush up the stairs and sighed. Quinn figured Rachel would eventually come around.