Chapter Twenty

Rachel sat in the back row of glee club. A habit she had formed in her more anxious days, so that she was as far away from the teacher as possible and so that she could see everyone in the room.

Quinn walked in, and sat in the chair in front of Rachel and a little to her left, the chair that her foot (because one leg was crossed over the other) was five inches away from.

Rachel tensed, watching Quinn. There was a certain energy to her as she stared off into the distance, at a spot at the top of the whiteboard, actually, Rachel could tell, and that energy seemed to convey, as she barely moved, as she sighed, a certain sense of frustration that made the inside of Rachel's stomach disappear into a black hole and her veins to be sit on edge with some kind of poison, that burned like bee sting, or bee venom if they even had that, was flowing through her bloodstream.

She was freaking out. Because it was so awkward to be around her ex who she was so attracted too, when she had a new girl that was almost a girlfriend whom she wanted very much for it too work with. She just had to remind herself when she looked at Quinn, of all the things she had done.

"Mr. Schue, I'd like to say something."

Rachel's blood went cold, and she curled her toes into the bottom of her shoes to keep her legs from shaking. Quinn had spoken. Quinn's voice. And there was something so ice cold about it. Like frozen metal, like a frozen metal bell being tapped delicately.

Rachel had meant to call Quinn the night before. To explain. To apologize. But she hadn't been able to find the courage. And it wasn't just that, she didn't want to ruin how wonderful she had felt. She had gone on her second date with Dani, and Dani had already bought her chocolates, and taken her to a Japanese store so they could taste test all the different types of tofu. Everything was working so perfectly.

But Rachel had been ignoring all of Quinn's texts. And Quinn was angry and confused and bitter.

Quinn stood up. She looked like stone, unmoving. She looked higher than the white board, her head tilted up slightly.

"I'm pregnant." Her voice was apathetic. "I cheated on my girlfriend. Rachel is my girlfriend. Rachel was my girlfriend. I love her." Quinn sat back down.

Rachel stood up. "Quinn, I meant to tell you this a while ago, but, it was just hard..." There was murmuring and whispering around her, but it just sounded like wind rustling through trees, she wasn't paying attention to that, to them. It was just her and Quinn.

Rachel took a deep breath. "I don't want you, to make your choices based on me. I want you, to do whatever it is that you feel you need to do. I forgive you for everything anyway. Either, way."

Quinn had turned in her chair, and was looking at her now.

Rachel took her hands, meeting her gaze, looking into Quinn's eyes which were so full of pain and longing.

"Rachel you don't have too-"

"No I want to say it. I should have never tried to force you to not get an abortion."

Rachel tried to ignore the reactions of those around her, which were becoming a bit more apparent to her, the wind was blowing harder now, not just threw the distant trees, but against her skin as well.

"You didn't do anything wrong, except that you were ashamed of me. I don't blame you for what happened. No one has the right to pressure someone else like that."

Puck shifted in his chair uncomfortably, but Rachel didn't even glance at him.

"Rachel I love you," She leaned toward Rachel when she said that, in a desperate gesture, like she wanted to catch her heart back.

"I love you too, Quinn."

"I want to keep this baby. You were right about that Rachel, even if you weren't right about pressuring me...the only reason why I wanted to get an abortion was because I wanted to erase this, what I did, what he did...but nothing can erase this. And I love my child. I'm naming her Beth, it means lively."

"What are you going to tell your parents?"

Quinn shook her head. "It doesn't matter. I'll probably wait to tell them though, until I absolutely have to, but..."

"I've started dating someone else," Rachel said.

Quinn looked down, studying the chair next to Rachel's leg. "Do you love her?"

"Not yet," Rachel said honestly. But eventually I will, she thought.

"Is there a chance for us?" Quinn looked up, and met Rachel's eyes.

"Quinn, you brought me home. You brought me back to my mother. And no one, will ever be able to replace the role that you had in my life. You may have abused my trust, and hurt me deeply, but you loved me, and I love you. You are going to have the best life, because in the end Quinn, I know you always make the right decision. I will never forget about you, I promise."

The End