Thanks again for the reviews and everything else. Oops, Cappsy you were write, it should have been the 16th :(
P.S. Sorry there will probably be more spelling and grammar mistakes
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"And were home," Quinn announced, bring their car to a stop outside a long row townhouses. Rachel had unbuckled her seatbelt and was reaching for the handle before Quinn had even cut the car's ignition.
"How long have we lived here?" Rachel asked as she started climbing up the steps.
"We've lived in the area for years but we only moved into this house a few years ago. Go on in. Your keys are in the envelope in your handbag, the hospital just gave them back to me." Quinn encouraged Rachel whilst heading to the back of the car to get the suitcases out of the boot. She felt strange having to remind Rachel of small things like where they lived, small things that she should know.
Retrieved the envelope Quinn mentioned Rachel was slightly offended to discover her personal belongings had been placed into an ordinary white, rectangle envelope with her name scribbled across it to indicated it was hers. The envelope was surprisingly heavy and tearing the seal she noticed there were lots of items inside. Curious she began to take them out, she had to remind herself to not feel as though she was doing something wrong, the items belonged to her, and it wasn't like she was snooping. The first thing she pulled out an object which was well, she wasn't sure, but it looked similar to a mobile phone. Next she pulled out a watch; it looked expensive but was broken, staring closely at the broken glass she saw the hands had stuck, judging by the time shown it must have been when crash happened. Deciding this method was taking too long Rachel decided to look inside, seeing something shiny she thought she had found her keys, pulling it out however she discovered she had found a ring, judging by the design it was an engagement ring. Rachel froze, the ring was hers. Looking behind her she saw Quinn was still gathering the bags, oblivious to her silent mental breakdown. Reaching inside she found the matching wedding and eternity rings, reminding herself she had made her mind at the hospital and this is what she wanted she quickly slipped the rings onto her finger.
"Can't you find the ke-""Here they are," Rachel announced brightly putting them into the lock.
"Wow," Rachel breathed. The house was beautiful, walking from room to room she was taken aback by how big it was, despite their large furniture the rooms remained spacious, and the large glass panel windows brought in vast amounts of light. Whoever had designed it was truly gifted, they had managed to keep the traditional structure of the building yet infuse modern materials and designs. Continuing to explore around the house she spotted Quinn watching her in the mirror, it looked as if Quinn was study her reaction, confused as to why she suddenly connected the dots.
"The house is beautiful Quinn," Rachel complemented her, "you should be proud, you have an amazing gift. You've created a wonderful home."
Smiling bashfully Quinn ducked her head in an attempt to hide the blush forming on her face. Composing herself she walked across the room to Rachel, taking her hand she led her out of the sitting room and into the hallway, "How about a tour?" she offered.
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Nodding along to what Quinn was telling her, something about guestrooms and linen closets Rachel stopped walking when something caught her attention. Swaying away from Quinn and the direction she was taking her in she headed towards a door at the end of the corridor. On the front of it, written in large pink cursive letters was 'Beth', seeing as the door was already slightly agar she didn't see anything wrong in taking a peek inside. She couldn't help but giggle, the room was a mini magical kingdom, the type of room any little girl dreamed of, the type of room she wished for as a child. Looking at the walls she was many murals, they played out like a story book, with magical castles, scary dragons, beautiful princesses and handsome princess. In the ceiling hundreds of fairy lights had been placed, twinkling and flashing they created the illusion of the night's sky. Scattered around the room huge treasure chests were placed, decorated with stickers and glitter she guessed that they were Beth's contribution, overflowing with toys. Hanging on the wall, dozens of dressing up clothes hung, they ranged from ballerinas, to doctors, to superheroes to Disney princesses. Taking it all in she could only image the amount of fun the three of them had had together playing in the room, making up games and acting out story's.
The creaking of floor boards alerted her that someone, most probably Quinn coming to find here.
"Hey, there you are, how did you end up in here?" Quinn asked as her brow furrowed, one moment she was leading Rachel towards the third floor and the next Rachel wasn't behind her, she was slightly embarrassed to realise she had gotten so engrossed in the story she was telling of the history of the house and the area that she had gone at least five minutes without noticing Rachel has strayed.
"Sorry, I was drawn in by all the pink, then I saw the toys and I just couldn't tear myself away."She joked. "Beth must love it when she comes here to visit; looking around the room it appears we spoil her. Is she coming for Christmas, you mentioned this morning that traditionally she spends the holiday with us in the city?"
Quinn was surprised, she had assumed Rachel would have wanted to have a quiet Christmas. Of course she wanted to see Beth and Beth had wanted to see them but she had called and explained what was happening, it broke her heart to hear Beth's tears over the phone, feeling as though she was being pushed out and excluded from her family. She felt helpless; hundreds of miles away unable to comfort her inconsolable daughter, Noah, thank god, had been working miracles helping Beth understand the situation. "Did you want her to visit for Christmas? I assumed that with everything that had happened..."
"Of course I want her here for Christmas, she is our daughter and Christmas is the time to be with your family and everyone you love."
Quinn was stumped, how she could respond. She had already ruined Beth's Christmas; she had some serious grovelling and begging to do in the New Year to make it up to her. And know it appeared she had upset her wife as well, you're just full of great ideas aren't you Quinn.
"Oh, well...I called her and told her..." Quinn voice trailed off, becoming so low and mumbled Rachel found it impossible to understand her. Seeing the bemused expression on her wife face Quinn decided to just bite the bullet. "I told her, well, suggested it would be better if she stayed in Ohio and celebrate the holiday with her Dad."
Knowing Quinn hadn't made the decision with the intention to upset her Rachel tryed not to be angry. Taking the phone she had found earlier out of her pocket she threw it over to Quinn, not waiting to see if she had caught it or not Rachel turned on her heel and performed the perfect storm out.
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"That's great Puck, the flights eleven o'clock tomorrow morning, please don't be late...Yeah, goodnight. Give Beth a kiss for me."
Ending the phone call Quinn began to search for her wife, luckily it didn't take long. Somehow Rachel had found her way to the master bedroom and was now sprawled out relaxing on the bed. Crawling her way across the bed Quinn curled into her wife side, seeking to make amends she started peppering kisses across the brunette's neck working her way across the jaw line, she had almost reached her mouth when Rachel turned away.
"Have you called Beth?" Rachel questioned. Nodding Quinn attempted to steal another kiss only to be rejected yet again. "And when is she coming?"
Accepting her wife was still too angry to do anything more than talk, Quinn decided to settle for cuddling and protect what was left of her already wounded ego. "Tomorrow, flight takes off from Cleveland at eleven and lands in New York at twelve forty."
Happy that her wife had sorted out the situation Rachel began to relax; her body was still recovering from the accident, unfortunately that meant she easily became exhausted. She was begging to drift off when she suddenly felt a loss of contact, opening her eyes she caught her wife tip toeing her way across the room towards the door, "Quinn, why are you trying to sneak out of the room?"
"I thought you had fallen asleep so I was going to a guestroom," seeing the bewildered expression on Rachel face Quinn explained, "I didn't know if you would be comfortable with us sleeping together, you know, like in the same bed."
Throwing back the covers Rachel slipped into bed, ignoring the fact she was still in her day clothes, she focused her attention on her wife fidgeting nervously in the centre of the room, "Come into bed Quinn, we slept together every night in the hospital," doing as we was told Quinn scurried across to the bed and jumped in, "Thank you thought, for being so considerate, not to mention adorable."
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"Rachel, will you please calm down?" Quinn asked exasperated, Beth flight was expected to arrive any minute now and her wife was unable to control her nerves.
"I'm meeting my daughter for the first time Quinn; can you please explain to me in what way that my current behaviour would not be deemed expectable when in a situation such as this one?"
Sighing, even after six years of marriage there were still some things about Rachel that really annoyed Quinn, her wife's Diva like tendencies were one of those things. "She's known you her whole life Rach; you're already her over the top, over emotional, embarrassing mother. You have nothing to be apprehensive about."Sensing Rachel was about to say something else Quinn was quick to stop her, pointing to the board she announced to Rachel that Beth's plane had just landed.
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Seeing the people around her begin to leave Beth was tempted to unfasten her seatbelt and do so also, worried about how much trouble she would be in if she did so however forced her to stay in place. The nice steward lady who had been playing games with her all flight had told her to stay seated until she came to collect her, and her mommy and dad had told her to do exactly as the steward told. Sighing dejectedly she slumped in her seat, crossing her arms she hoped her unhappiness about the situation was visually clear and would make the stewardess feel guilty. After what felt like hours, but was probably more like minutes later, the stewardess returned ready to escort the girl off the plane. Entering the arrivals lounge she began to panic when she couldn't immediately see her mothers, maybe they had forgotten about her. Her fears were subsided however when she spotted a bunch of photographers in the window, following their gaze she caught sight of two women standing a little off from everyone else in the corner by the cash machines, recognising the pair as her mother's she raced towards them, forgetting the lessons she had been taught about not running in public.
"Mama," she shouted throwing herself into the brunettes open arms. When her Dad had woke her up to tell her about the accident she had been so scarred, she had wanted to visit her Mama as soon as she heard she had woken but had not been allowed, after much begging and pleading and promises to be good she ad eventually persuaded her Dad into allowing her to go to New York just as she did every year. She had been warned her Mama wasn't completely better yet, she wouldn't remember her and might act a bit strange but she didn't mind. Besides, she was there now and could help her get better.
"What about me?" Hearing the sound of her Mommy voice Beth loosened one arm and reached outward beckoning her over. Noticing her daughter wasn't going to let her wife go Quinn decided to accept the invite and joined in on the hug.
Greetings finally over the trio noticed they were beginning to gain a lot of unwanted attention, mainly from fans of Rachel's they decided to collect Beth's bags so they could leave. Reaching the exit however they discovered the few paparazzi that were outside when they arrived had now grew into a much larger and aggressive group. All eager to get photos and answers from Rachel, who still hadn't yet held a public interview, the shows and magazines had made offers however neither of the couple were comfortable with Rachel answering questions when she was still coming to terms with her life. Recognising the uncomfortable look on her Mama's face she decided to give her some advice, tugging at her hand she tried to get her attention, "It's okay Mama, just keep smiling and walk fast." Smiling down at her daughter Rachel muttered a quick thank you, taking the advice and along with the help of a few airport security staff they had soon made it safely to the car.
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"Mommy, are we there yet?" Beth whined from the back of the car.
"Not yet honey," Quinn replied trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice. Since leaving the airport they had been stuck in constant traffic, bumper to bumper, an hour and they had barely made it five miles, still another ten to go. Stupid teenage car thief's, they had made it a few miles before being caught by the police, instead to giving gracefully however they decided to total the car and hit about twenty others in came into contact with, closing down about six streets in midtown therefore diverting unwelcome mid day traffic into the conjoining roads. Hiding her smile Rachel remained quiet in her seat, content watching the scene between her wife and daughter play out. She had tryed to keep Beth entertained for as long as possible, they had talked, played games, sung songs however there was only so long you could keep an energetic child confined before boredom hit.
"Mommy, Mama, I'm hungry!" Beth complained yet again. Seeing how thin Quinn's patient was wearing Rachel decided to take pity and help.
"How about ice cream? We can go to Antonio's Mommy's favourite."
Hearing the cheer coming from behind her she knew her idea pleased at least someone in the car. Hesitantly Rachel faced Quinn, It felt weird being a parent, making decisions and holding authority, she wanted to see Quinn's reaction and learn how well she had handled the situation. The reassuring smile she got from Quinn in return filled her with confidence.
"So," Quinn announced, "what flavour ice cream are we all getting?" The rest of the journey passed by quickly, debating and arguing over what in fact is the best flavour ice cream, all eager for their sugary treat.