"Beth slow down," Rachel called out to her daughter rolling her eyes when her request was ignored. Walking to the back of the car she attempted to help her wife lift the bags out of the boot only to have Quinn bat her hands away insistent she didn't need any help. Walking down the path she kept a secure grip on her wife arm, cautious of the iced path beneath her feet. Raising an eye brow at the sight before her she turned to look at her wife dubiously.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? Considering the previous relationship Santana and I shared I doubt she enjoys me presence at Christmas or any time really," She told Quinn looking up at the house.
Deciding not to comment Quinn carried on walking up the small path towards the house, climbing the steps she noticed Beth wasn't waiting by the door meaning she must already be inside. Looking behind her she saw her wife still waiting unsurely out on the street, seeing the worry in her eyes she let out small laugh. She sometimes forgot how strained Rachel and Santana relationship. Gone are the days of Santana threatening murder mere minutes after reaming in Rachel presence. Now the pair are best friends, so close it's sometimes scares Quinn, of course she never has to worry as Santana is as devoted to Brittany as she to Rachel. Looking at her scared wife she wondered what Rachel reaction would be if she told her it was Santana who spend every waking moment with Quinn around Rachel's hospital bed during that first week, keeping on a brave facade, refusing to cry or consider an alternative than Rachel waking from that coma. Or if she told her it was Santana she met with every week for wine and alcohol and gossip. Sighing she realised it would be a long time until Rachel found that level of normality in her life again. Finally gathering her nerve Rachel decided to join her wife by the door, surely Quinn wouldn't allow for nothing bad to happen to her. Upon joining her she had to force herself not to reach out and physically prevent Quinn from pressing the door bell.
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"Merry Christmas but I don't do charity." Looking up Rachel found herself face to face with a smirking, smug looking Latina.
"Ha-ha very funny Santana, Merry Christmas to you too. Are you going to let us in or are you going to wait until we freeze to death first?" questioned Quinn.
"I was considering it Blondie. You are late after all. How about you hand over those presents first and then we can see how generous I'm feeling?" Santana suggested
"It's not my fault were late blame Rach-"Quinn stopped talking when she felt a rather hard dig in her left arm, looking over the glare Rachel was giving her made her decide to remain silent.
Santana was about to say something until interrupted by a very chirp sounding Brittany coming up behind her. "Merry Christmas" Wrapping her arms around her wife's chest and resting her head on her shoulder Brittany offered her two friends a bright welcoming smile, "Come in guys, ignore Santana Rachel she's only pretending to be mean because this you doesn't know how much of a softie she really is."
Pouting Santana pretended to be upset by her wife's comments, opening the door further she dropped the act and engulfed her friends in a tight hug offering them her seasonal greetings.
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The night made Rachel realise how much she had missed her friends over the last few weeks. After a delicious dinner, made by a very skilled Latina, the group were joined by more of their friends and family. Rachel had been pleasantly surprised to find how many members of the old glee club had stayed in contact. Obviously she knew of Noah already, he was back in Ohio, Cleveland not Lima, running his pool cleaning business, still unable to keep steady relationship with any woman. Kurt too had done well for himself, after graduation high school he too got into NYADA, after much hard work and an audition that displayed a vocal range challenging even her. Unlike she he didn't get that one amazing role that shot her into fame almost overnight, instead he had to work hard and remain persistent, after only ever achieving a few minor roles he decided to take some advice given to him by his father in senior year and turned his hand to writing, eventually his love for writing exceeded his love for performing. Rachel had been sorry to hear that he and Blain had not made it through college, but was now apparently happily dating casually, a point he was keen on stressing to Rachel. Rachel however did not believe him; making a reminder Rachel made it her mission to find Mr Perfect for Kurt. In addition to Kurt the only other gleek's they had remained in contact with was Mike and Tina, who were happily married and expecting the arrival of their second son. Mike had made quite a successful career out of his dance; although he had to stop touring he could still dance in videos and along with Brittany ran an impressive dance school, teaching the most talented of future performers. She had been glad that although their lives, along with hers, may not have followed the path the imagined as teenagers were fulfilling and made them happy.
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"Ladies were here," thanking the cab driver Rachel tipped him while Quinn gathered their sleeping daughter in her arms and carried her into the house and into bed, although usually a somewhat easy task the high level of alcohol she had consumed whilst celebrating the evening with her friends had made balance and direction somewhat blurred. Making it back to the bedroom she paused in the threshold, leaning against the door frame she silently observed her wife, completely mesmerised by her. It wasn't until Rachel began to undress she felt the need to make her presence know.
Hearing a knocking at the door Rachel turned, she was relieved to see Quinn, "Quinn," she giggled, "come help me? I can't undo my dress?"
Laughing at her struggling wife Quinn walked over to help, pulling down her wife's zip she looked away as Rachel let it fall down off her body. Seeing her wife, standing before her, almost naked bar from her scantily clad lingerie made Quinn weak at the knees. Staring at her wife's beautiful body made her arousal grow, she allowed for her imagination to get carried away thinking off what she could do to her and how long it had been since they had been together. Her body had been craving for it, for Rachel warm, soft touch; kisses could only satisfier her desire to a certain extent. Being the lady that she was however she recognised Rachel wasn't or hadn't been ready for that level of intimacy and had respected that, never pushing or pressurising her. Unable to help herself she leaned down, smiling she stole a kiss. It was her way of testing the waters, seeing how comfortable Rachel was and how far she would go.
So when Rachel deepened the kiss, she was extremely surprised, having expected Rachel to end it there retreating to the bathroom to prepare for bed mistaking the kiss for something a lot more innocent than it was. Rachel however seemed to understand Quinn, knowing what she wanted, what she desired. Breaking apart Quinn saw the wanting in Rachel eyes, she watched as Rachel bit her lip, a habit only used whenever she was nervous or unsure. Taking Rachel's hand she led her slowly to the bed and started slow, kisses, touches, eventually it became unbearable.
Deciding her wife had too many clothes on Rachel reached down, slowly she began undressing Quinn, reaching her underwear Rachel froze, completely awe struck by the beautiful goddess on top of her. She wanted Quinn to do more however recognise the direction of which this evening would lead rested solely in her hands. Tilting her head towards Quinn she gave herself to her, "I'm ready," she knew Quinn knew exactly what she meant. And Rachel was ready, she loved Quinn with so much passion it almost hurt, she would do anything for her, this act, this act they were about to commit was a sign of her love and commitment.
"Are you sure?" Quinn didn't want to ask, she wanted to do what her instincts were telling her to do, to take her wife right there and then, but deep down she couldn't help but doubt Rachel's love for her, this Rachel with the exception of the last few weeks only knew her as the cold, malicious high school bully. She also knew that this was this Rachel's first time; mentally she was just an innocent minded, clueless teenager insecure about her body and performance.
"Yes, I love you," Upon hearing Rachel's words no more clarification was need in Quinn mind, whispering back a quiet l love you too she cleared her mind of any thoughts, worries or doubts and proceeded with her actions, the night was about her and Rachel.
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KNOCK! KNOCK! "Mommy," KNOCK! "Mama," KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Mommy, Mama, I can't open the door!" exclaimed Beth. She was standing outside her parent's bedroom door; she had been banging on the thick wooden panel for a few minutes and was becoming very annoyed. "Open up."
As the bright morning shone through the large open window the room's two occupants began to wake. Rachel being the first to come back to full consciousness silently thanked God Quinn had remembered to lock the door before participating in the previous night activities, the scene before her was not age appropriate for an innocent minded ten year old. Shooting out of bed she rapidly began gathering the articles of clothing which had been thrown about the room in the duos haste to get to the bad, picking up her discarded clutch bag she threw it with great precision towards her still sleeping wife's body, unfortunately despite hitting its target perfectly it did not wake her. The sound of her persistent daughter's continuance bagging was not helping her hangover either. Throwing the pile of gathered clothes into the dressing room she snatched her dressing gown, rushing to open the bedroom door she stopped momentarily to throw a sheet over her wife's naked body, albeit sexy in her mind she doubted her daughter would agree.
"Morning sweetie," she greeted her daughter once she opened the door, keeping her voice low mindful of the woman still fast asleep on the bed.
"Why was the door locked?" Beth asked her mother curiously.
"Sorry baby, Mommy must have locked it accidently last night before coming to bed." Leaning down she placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead. "Mama doesn't feel so well, how about you go downstairs and play with some of your new toys." She suggested hopefully.
"Okay Mama," her daughter agreed, "Feel better," she told her before turning back down the hallway ignoring yet again her mother's warning about running.
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Returning back to bed she found a very awake and very smug blonde. "Sorry, what was that honey? Did you mention something about not feeling well? Does someone have a hangover?" She questioned mockingly.
Closing her eyes she tried to ignore Quinn however her wife's annoying chuckles made it impossible. "I'm not going to say it so you might as well go down stairs and keep our daughter company and make her some breakfast while you rat it. All I saw that girl it yesterday was chocolate and candy canes."
Ignoring her wife's nice way off telling her to get lost Quinn continued her teasing. "I'm sorry I can't hear you properly. But what I think you're trying to say is yes Quinn you were right last night. And maybe I shouldn't have drunk that amount of alcohol as it would end up giving me a head ache." Taking pity of her sick wife Quinn left the room and went to deal with their daughter as requested.
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"Sorry," Quinn said waking her wife. In her hand was a glass of water a few tablets, "I should have given you these earlier but they will help in your recovery," she couldn't help but through in the quick jibe.
"Thank you" Rachel replied sincerely sitting up and taking them from her wife's outstretched hands.
"About last night Rach, I'm sorry," Hearing Quinn's sudden outburst Rachel turned to her confused.
"What are you talking about Quinn?"
"Last night, I should have stopped it from going that far, It was your, in a way, first time and well it wasn't in any way special." Quinn told her apologetically.
"No Quinn, last night was amazing, I remember every moment of it and don't regret a thing," Rachel told her sincerely.
"Honestly, you're not just lying so I won't feel guilty," She asked hopefully.
"Honestly," Rachel told her, "Argh, this headache isn't going away. Will you lie with me?" Climbing onto the bed Quinn was more than happy to meet her wife's request. Sighing contently, Rachel relaxed further into Quinn's touch, the feel of Quinn fingers in her hair and her warm breath on the back of her neck worked better than any pain medication.
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"Good Morning Mama?" Beth greeted her mother as she entered the kitchen, following the direction her Mama was pointing Beth sat down at the table and began to drink the juice already set out.
"Morning sweetie," Rachel told Beth walking over from the counter and placing a bowl of mixed fruit in the middle of the table before turning back to collect the remaining food. "It's just you and me today baby, what do you what to do today?"
"Where's Mommy?"Beth asked sadly, she only had a few more daysin New York and wanted to spend as much time with her mother's as possible.
"Here I am," announced Quinn walking into the kitchen fastening the few remaining buttons on her blouse. Walking over to the table she shared a conspiracy wink with Beth before reaching down and stealing her wife's coffee, taking a sip she placed it down again before Rachel returned. Her actions weren't as discreet as she hoped however when she felt she a stinging swat on her forearm, scowling she was met with a very annoyed looking wife.
"Stay away from my coffee," Rachel warned her playfully.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Quinn replied innocently, rubbing her arm hoping to make her wife feel guilty.
Ignoring her wife Rachel decided to answer her daughter previous question, "Mommy has to go to work Beth." It was the first time Rachel would be alone with Beth and she was excited to spend the day together. Of course she was upset that she wouldn't be spending the day with Quinn, however accepted that she had been spoilt with Quinn's time and eventually, once things returned to normal Quinn would be going back to work every day.
"Oh," Beth was a little disappointed but at least she still had her Mama, "I don't mind what we do today Mama you can choose?"
As the trio settled down for breakfast Quinn could tell Rachel was finding it hard to come up with a good idea. Deciding to take pity on her she began thinking of possibilities to help her wife, it didn't take long however as began to immediately recall a conversation from earlier on in the week.
"Jessie called yesterday Rach, he mentioned something about you wanting to visit the theatres you've performed in or something like that," Quinn reminded her however unable to remember all the details, she hadn't been paying much attention to whatever St Jackass was saying.
"Really! And why and I only hearing about this now?" Rachel asked Quinn getting annoyed with her wife's laid-back attitude.
Shrugging her soldiers, oblivious to her wife's annoyance Quinn continued to munch happily on her frosted flakes reading the back of the cereal box. "Message by the phone," Quinn told her once she had finished chewing her mouthful.
Shaking her head at her impossible wife Rachel made her way out to the hallway phone, finding the scruffy piece of paper with 'Jessie' scribbled across the top she tried to make out the brief, rushed note. Finally making sense of it she decided her plans for the day were decided, returning to the kitchen she went to get her daughters opinion. "Beth, how would you feel about helping your Mama try and regain some of her memories?" Seeing her daughter's excited face she knew Beth agreed.
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"Mama I need the toilet?" Beth told her mother, hopping foot to foot desperate to keep it in. Panicking Rachel returned to Jessie, 'help' she mouthed, nodding he led them out to the foyer and pointed them in the direction of the toilets. Silently thanking him Rachel was about to escort Beth until her daughter pushed her away insisting she wasn't a baby.
"Will she be okay?" Rachel asked Jessie worriedly watching Beth run off in the direction shown. Hearing Jessie laugh she realised she was being an over bearing mother and needed to calm down. "Thank you for today. I don't know how you managed it, and I know it didn't work but you must have gone out of your way." The day had been amazing, Jessie had taken her to practically ever theatre and venue she had performed at in the whole of New York, and along with the help of Beth, who could quite possible be her most dedicated fan, filled her in on the significant of every one of them. Unfortunately she was still yet to recall any part of her memory, and although she wouldn't tell anyone was beginning to lose faith in the belief that she would ever regain them. Spending the day with him she could help but marvel at how much her friends had matured and grown up in the last ten years, overall she was glad she had been able to stay friend with so many amazing people.
"It wasn't a problem at all; I just made a few phone calls. You've made these people so much money a walk around the theatre is the least they could do, something they were more than willing to do actually, they loved you and not just for the money, they are absolutely charmed by you," Jessie told her truthfully, he had made it his mission to remind his best friend how much of a star she was and was disappointed with the minimal amount of success he had had.
Smiling bashfully Rachel was unsure how to take the complement. "So, Spring Awakening, tell me about it? How was it that you and I ended up leading together in our first show?" She asked curiously. She did find it ironic on that her first male lead happened to be her old high school sweetheart.
"It's nothing special; we became friends again when you came back to New York. You had just finished college and I was still auditioning, I heard about a New Show through a dancer friend and we both got an audition."
"What else?" She questioned, she could tell he was leaving something out.
He couldn't help but smirk. "Well let's say it was a bit risqué. Quinn needed a bit of persuasion to go along with it, let's just say you were very creative in asking." He said wiggling his eye brows suggestively, Rachel blushed, imaging the story's she must have told him.
"Where are we going to next?" The sound of her daughter's voice brought Rachel out of her musings, looking down at the tiny blonde holding her had she was trying to remember when she had returned.
"That's the end of it I think," she told her disappointed daughter.
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"Love you, call me every night." Quinn reminded her daughter, kissing both of her cheeks and keeping her in a tight hug. They were at the airport, saying their final goodbyes before Beth flew back to Ohio, each trying their hardest to act brave and hold back the tears.
"Okay Mommy," Beth promised but still refusing to let go.
"Planes here baby," Rachel reminded her daughter quietly, she hated this it was so hard, to send her daughter away and looking at the expression on Quinn's face it didn't get easier with time. Taking her from Quinn's arms she received her own goodbye. "Phone me, whenever you need me, don't hesitate."
"Okay Mama," Beth promised yet again however no longer able to hold back her cries. She wanted to stay with her mother's but she wanted to go back to her dad, she was confused and didn't know what to do. Pushing back her own emotions Quinn comforted Beth, tears were a regular occurrence when sending Beth back home, Rachel however was new to this and therefore unable to handle the situation.
"Fifty days," she reminded Beth knowing this would help calm her distressed little girl. Fifty days was the maximum, the longest period of time Quinn and Rachel would go without physically seeing Beth. They didn't care how unrealistic and difficult the arrangement was; they promised Beth so they stuck by it. Luckily, their jobs made the promise rather easy, as with Rachel's flexible time schedule and Quinn's ability to work from almost wherever, meaning they could still see Beth regularly.
"Do you promise?" Beth asked, she knew she didn't need to as her mothers had never let her down however still craved their reassurance.
"Yes baby I promise," Quinn guaranteed her daughter pulling her out of the hug and grasping her hand, waiting for Rachel they then began to slowly escort her to the departure gate. "Go on, your dads waiting for you," She encouraged her daughter upon reaching the gate. Keeping her facade on until at least Beth was safely on the plane Quinn eventfully crumbled into Rachel awaiting arms, eager to seek comfort and reassurance. "Let's go home," Rachel suggested to Quinn leaving no time for a reply before making her way to the exit.
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