AN/ okay so wow 15 reviews haha All pretty much saying the same thing…continue. So I figured okay, if that's what my readers want, then that is what they shall receive (: Thank you SO much for all the awesome support.

As she stands back up, she looks at the blonde smiling, "Now someone else can have good luck. Bye!"

She then walks away again, leaving a very intrigued blonde in her wake, "Bye."

Miraculously Rachel's good mood seemed to make an appearance once again as she continued walking down the city streets, loving the fact that it had stopped raining. She had a spring in her step and the biggest smile on her face.

Walking Down West Village, she turns into a quaint looking pet store 'Hudson Pets', filled with dogs, cats and some rabbits too.

From the moment she enters the store, a little pug-dog with its hind legs in a wheelchair, bounds (or rather wheels) towards her, barking.

She crouches down and scratches his head, "Hey Nutsy! How're you boy?" She gives him a good scratch and as she does , Brittany comes running up to her.

"Oh my God you're glowing! You're glowing!"

She turns to Kurt, who has run out from the back, "She's glowing right?"

Kurt nods enthusiastically, "Glowing!"

"Tell us everything!"

"Everything!"

Dusting off her clothes, she grins as she walks back towards the counter, shrugging, "There's not much to tell."

Shaking his head, Kurt walks up, "Honey you just got shot up with a wad of red-headed-freckle sperm. There's something to tell."

Brittany stops grinning and looks from Kurt to Rachel, "Wait, wait he had red hair and freckles, why, why'd you do that?"

Kurt folds his arms and shrugs, "I tried to talk her out of it."

Shaking her head Brittany takes a hold of Rachel's shoulders and lightly shakes, "Why did you do that?"

Kurt nods, "I know right?"

Brittany shakes her head, unable to comprehend anyone's decision to do that, "Never mind, so what happened?"

Sighing, Rachel turns around from arranging some bowls and says, "Uhh well, I lie down, put my feet up over my head, five minutes later it was over! I barely felt a thing." She says grinning as she walks back around the counter.

"So basically it was like having sex with Finn."

Kurt and Brittany high five, then he turns to Rachel, "Okay so now what?"

Rachel's smile increases, "Now, we wait."

Waving his arm in the air Kurt pouts, "That's no fun. I want to know if I'm going to be a fairy godmother."

Smirking, Rachel tussles his hair, had she not been potentially pregnant he would have slapped her, "We'll just have to wait and see. If you need me I'll be in the back."

Xoxo

The next morning, as the sunlight peeks through the curtains in Rachel's bedroom, she stretches and smiles as she notices Nuts lying on the pillow beside her with his hind legs dangling over the side.

After a beat she gets up and walks over to her floor length mirror and pulls up her pajama top and looks at her stomach it's flat as a board and defined without being too masculine. She takes a second to run a hand over it and then sticks it out as far as she can, and it's still flat as a board. Smiling anyways, she pulls the shirt back down and goes to get ready.

Pulling out the piece of paper she received from Dr. Morrison she reads aloud the name of the support group, "'Single Mothers and Proud'…well this sounds about right."

She knocks on the door and is immediately ushered into a tiny living room with seven women sitting on a number of mismatched chairs and lounges. One of them seems to be breastfeeding a child.

"Okay, alright!" Carol, the support group leader claps her hands and smiles at all of them, "Welcome to Single Mothers and Proud. As the name suggests we are all single mothers and uh," She holds up a finger, "proud! Haha hey!" she smiles even bigger when she finally gets the word out and claps again.

Rachel for her part listens to Carol while looking around at all the rest of the women in the support group, watching them all and trying to get as comfortable as she can.

"Okay some of us have adopted, some of us have conceived with a donor, every story is different, but with the same common denominator…We wanted a child and we made it happen on our own." She waves around her pointer finger while talking, as if it were a wand of some kind. And once she finished she knocks on the wooden arm of the chair she was seated in.

The rest of the women nod along, smiling in total agreement.

"We sure did. We sure did."

A woman, who had been watching Rachel, now turns to her and asks, "Are you already a single mother or are you trying to become one?"

Sitting up straighter Rachel smiles, "Oh uh well I suppose I'm trying. I was just inseminated a few days ago."

The women all nod and ohh as she tells them that.

Carol nods, "Well we do what we have to do when we don't have a penis person."

"That's right" Comes from various corners of the room.

"Sooo, let's hear about you!" Carol points at Rachel with a great big smile.

Grinning, Rachel nods, "Okay! Well, I own a pet store, down on Hudson Street. Cats, dogs, rabbits. No birds though. They creep me out. Uh before that I was in the corporate world, but uh, it just didn't feel like the life that I wanted to live. So now I'm happy on the work front, but, even though I have more balance I just, you know, still haven't found the one."

Carol nods sagely, "Ah, the elusive one." She stops for a beat before grinning, "Good luck."

Somewhere within the room, "If I had a dollar for every time…"

Shrugging, Rachel continues, "You know I thought I'd be married with children by now but that's just not happening so I guess it's time for my back-up plan." She smiles at the end and lifts her shoulders up as if to say 'that's it.'

Carol nods, "Well Rachel listen. If you really want a baby we here at Single Mothers," she knocks on a wooden ornament and her voices raises an octave, "and Proud, ah ha." She goes back to her normal register as she continues, "we here, can be your partners, from inception to graduation and everything in between." She ushers with her hands, "We can be here for you."

Rachel nods her head and smiles, "Great, thank you."

One of the women, Sara, who is nursing a child, speaks up, "You know Dakota was actually born right here, in this very room." She looks around with a reminiscent look on her face, nodding and smiling, "Right where you're sitting actually." She says to Rachel.

Rachel leans forward, slightly taken aback and uncomfortable, and sits up even higher in her chair, "Really?"

Sara nods as Carol points to the spot again and nods as well, "Mmhmm."

"Right here?" It's now Rachel's voice's turn to go an octave higher. As Sara nods, Rachel takes a look around the seat, "Well, imagine that."

Trying to move on the young brunette smiles at Sara asks, "So how old is your baby now?"

Dakota, the 'baby', looks up from the breast, smiles and says, "I'm three."

Xoxo

Later on that day, Rachel and Santana are walking down the sidewalk, drinking coffees, when the Latina suddenly asks, after Rachel had told her about her day, "Why do you need a support group?"

Grinning Rachel turns to her and says, "Because you're not very supportive."

Taken aback Santana looks at her incredulously.

"What? Don't, you just told me that if I breast-feed my girls are gonna look like empty tube-socks."

Putting a hand up the Latina shakes her head, "Hey, I'm just being honest. And don't even get me started on what child birth does to your bladder."

Rachel stays silent for a beat, but the intrigue has gotten to her, "What does it do to your bladder?"

Santana cracks up laughing, then stops abruptly and says, "Oh, oh I just peed a little bit."

Rachel rolls her eyes at her friend's antics and says, "Well, I don't think I'm pregnant anyway. The doctor said it will probably take a few tries; something about frozen sperm being lazy."

As they're walking Santana spies the farmer's market up ahead of them, "Oh come with me for a minute. I have to make some muffins for some bullshit teacher appreciation thing today."

Surprised, Rachel raises an eyebrow and grins, "You're going to make muffins?"

Shaking her head, the Latina flicks her hair back, "Oh hell no. There's a place here that sells them, I pick out the worst ones and I pretend I made em."

The shorter brunette chuckles at her companion's plans and ways of thinking and just follows her to the stall.

Stepping next to the Latina she sees her picking out a few, "Ahh the ugliest ones. There."

Rachel sighs, "Seems like a lot of trouble for something really trivial."

Santana grins, "Welcome to motherhood."

Rachel shrugs and picks out some of the samples and tries them while looking around, as she waits for Santana to finish up.

Looking over she spots the blonde woman from the other day at a stall 'The Little Goat Farm' selling cheese to an old lady.

She keeps watching and as she does she unconsciously picks up the whole basket of samples.

"Who is that woman?"

Santana offhandedly turns to her, "What woman?"

She takes another piece of the sampling, "The one selling cheese, I know her."

The Latina glances over, smirks and nods, "Hot." And goes back to the muffins, while Rachel continues to 'person'-watch.

"She sells cheese?" She asks to no one in particular, not quite believing that the blonde woman from the other day has a profession in doing so.

Santana however chooses to answer anyways, "And you sell hamsters."

The woman behind the counter approaches, smiling, "Can I help you ladies?"

Rachel, distractedly, shakes her head, still nibbling on the samples, "Mm, no thank you."

The woman sees her looking over towards the other stand, staring at the blonde, "Like what you see?"

Rachel turns towards her now, confused, "What?"

Smiling the sales woman just bounces slightly, "Just, talking about the muffins."

As she says that, the blonde walks over, and she turns to her and says, "Hey you."

The blonde smiles back, "Hey."

The blonde notices Rachel and is taken aback, "Hi! Oh wow, what a nice surprise! How'd you know I worked here?"

Quickly swallowing the bite in her mouth, Rachel shakes her head, "I didn't."

"Oh okay." And after a beat she adds, "Did you follow me here?"

Santana smirks at the whole interaction, Rachel blanches, "Follow you?" She chuckles unbelievingly, "To the farmers…are you kidding? We," she points backwards towards the Latina, "came to buy muffins." She turns to the sales lady, "You were here, tell her."

In a good-humored voice she replies with a grin, "Well, you better buy something, you ate all my samples."

Rachel glances down to her hands holding on to the basket and she stays quiet as she places it back in its place.

The blonde watches her with a smile, "Well, it's really nice to see you. I uh never got your name, I'm…I'm Quinn." She holds out her hand to shake.

Rachel nods and takes her hand, "Rachel."

Santana nods at them from behind Rachel, "I'm Santana. So how do you two not know each other?"

They both look at the Latina and say, "She stole my cab."

Then the face each other again not believing that the other said that.

Santana smirks, "Uhhuh okay." And she turns back around to pay for the muffins.

Rachel looks at Quinn, then turns back around, "We should go."

The Latina looks from her to the blonde then back, "We should?"

Rachel gives her the look, "Yeah we have that important thing."

Quinn quickly jumps in, "Well uh, wait can your important thing wait just a few minutes? I'll give you a taste of my cheese!" she says pointing a thumb in the direction of said cheese with a big grin on her face.

Both Santana and Rachel stare at her for a beat, the blonde nods, still having her thumb pointing over her shoulder, "I uh I can rephrase that."

Walking them over she smiles and says pointing out one of the cheeses on display, "This is our basic Chevre, probably our best seller. The cheese that started it all." Moving on she points out the next batch, "These are our surface ripened cheeses." She then goes to the next, "And these…these are our aged/raw milk cheeses. Now." She looks at them and she stops mid-sentence, "this is really boring isn't it?"

Rachel is quick to reassure her, "No." While Santana nods vigorously while looking at the other sales-person behind the counter who also is nodding his head 'yes'

Quinn looks over and sees that and makes the introduction, "This is Lewis. He works for me."

Lewis smiles at both of them, and reaches out and shakes their hand.

"Rachel and this is Santana."

Excitedly Quinn smiles, "You want me to give you a sample box?"

Suddenly Santana is interested but upon seeing Rachel's indecision she also plays it down, "No, no I'm okay."

The Latina nods, "We're okay."

Smiling slightly Quinn folds her hands in front of her and asks somewhat shyly, "You aren't lactose intolerant are you? I hate that."

Before she can answer however, the saleslady from the muffin stand walks up and drapes and arm around the blonde, "Hey, you're uh still coming over tonight right?"

Rachel looks from the red-head, back to the blonde and her smile somewhat fades. She didn't think she was imagining the somewhat flirtatious undertone of it all, but to have her do it while in view of her friend…girlfriend? That wasn't right.

Quinn fumbles and stumbles over her words, between glancing at the red-head and then back up at Rachel, "I uh, yea, yes." She finally lets out, as the red-head walks away with a grin.

Both Santana and Rachel share a look, both seeming to have come to the conclusion that she was taken.

Somewhat dejectedly Rachel turns to the Latina and says, "We should go."

Quinn lets out a defeated sigh, and just watches as Rachel steps away.

"Ready?" She calls out to Santana, once she realizes she hasn't yet moved she walks closer and leans in as Santana stage whispers, "I want a sample box."

Nodding, "Ookay, well I've got to go so bye!" She says out loud and walks away quickly.

Quinn follows her for a few steps, trying to gain her attention, but the short brunette had taken to almost sprinting away, "Uh…bye!"

Watching her continue on as if she hasn't said anything, Quinn sighs disappointedly and repeats it again at a lower tone, "Bye."

Santana looks over the cheese and asks Lewis, "You said free sample box yes?"

With a smile in his voice, he nods, "Yes."

"Free?" She enunciates nodding, "Okay in that case…"