A/N: I went back and corrected some mistakes I noticed in the previous chapters, I don't know why I never see it until it's published, plus I added timelines to the beginning of the chapters to make things a tad less confusing as the story will have a few flashbacks in it. For example this chapter starts off as a flashback to where we left off in Rachel and Santana's conversation. Prepare yourself to be really disappointed with Rachel Barbra Berry in the next few chapters, like REALLY disappointed, and before anyone gets up in arms about Rachel being too OOC I would like to point out that in the show she has proven the following: she makes bad decisions when she feels her dreams are threatened and/or when she believes she has been wronged, she is willing to compromise her personal morals, convictions and even herself as a supporter of the LGBT community in order to gloss over the flaws of her romantic interests if it means keeping them in her life. So really this behavior would be kind of par for the course with Rachel, at least the multiple personality version of Rachel that Glee has churned out. I feel it is also important to note that Rachel has also proven herself capable of feeling true and deep remorse when she realizes what she has done and that while she is legally an adult and can be very mature she is still a child in many ways but almost especially when it comes to her romantic relationships.

One reviewer expressed concern over Quinn being a jerk which is a common trend in girl!peen stories, she will not be that in this story, however she is about to go all Ice Queen HBIC on Rachel in the next chapter, which once the story of what happened the last time they saw each other comes out I think you'll agree her response is totally justified or at the least understandable. PS. Sorry that I kind of made Rachel the jerk in this one the plan is for her to redeem herself in a big way though, so never fear.

Lastly I want to clarify Quinn's age, she opened The Green Glass Door after graduating and has been running it and living next door to the Calligaris family store for two years now which makes her 24 going on 25. Oh and the first person can tell me why I picked that name for her neighbors gets to pick the next Gleek to make an appearance in the story, but please don't waste your vote as Kurt is a given.

Also as always I in no way, shape, or form claim any ownership of Glee or its characters they all belong to RIB, or any songs/pop culture references that I make along the way.

March 7th, 2013

Ah there really is nothing better than a long drawn out and awkward silence as one of your best friends looks at you in disbelief with a jaw on the floor, especially when she's been like that for damn near ten minutes. Okay so it's really only like three but we divas are a dramatic bunch and this conversation already has me on edge. 'That's it!'

"SANTANA!"

The dazed girl jumped about a foot in the air in shock before fixing me with a glare, "What the hell Berry?"

"I apologize but you appeared to have gone into catatonic shock over learning the name of the mother of my child and I am a little curious as to why."

Huffing an incredulous laugh before starring off into the distance, she begins muttering to herself before leveling me with a steely glare. "Why? She just tells me Quinn Fucking Fabray got her pregnant and she wants to know why I'm wigging out. Well Berry I'd tell you why, but I can't help but feel as though I must have misheard you because there is no way the girl who got your ego preggo is named Quinn Fabray."

Alright, now not only am I annoyed but I am also offended and really confused. "What exactly is so hard to believe about Quinn getting me pregnant? Well other than the obvious of we're both women but I do believe I cleared that matter up."

"Oh my God you don't know. How is it possible you don't know!"

"Don't know what!"

"Who the fuck mother of your future child is!"

"I do know who impregnated me and as I just said her name is Quinn!" At this point we are both out of our seats and inches from the others face, I don't know what her problem is but she better fix it fast because I am not "insecure, passive and easily intimidated Ohio Rachel Berry" anymore, I am "Willing to send a girl to a crack house, hormonal, caffeine deprived New York Rachel Berry" now and that Rachel will cut a bitch or as Santana would say go all Lima Heights!

After a brief but intense stare down the Latina finally throws her hands in the air and mutters to herself in Spanish before taking a deep breath to calm herself down. "Okay, clearly the hormones are already kicking in so I will let this go for now. Obviously you know who she is Rachel but my point was I found it hard to believe that you don't know who she is. But that can wait for the moment because you, Rachel Barbra have some decisions to make. First and more than likely a dumb question because I know you and can guess at the answer. Are you sure that you are pregnant?"

I scrub my hands over my face to calm myself down because Santana is being real with me and over the years I have learned that when she has those moments to shut up and really listen to her, because the girl is almost as smart as Brittany when it comes to understanding scenarios and what makes other people tick. "I have yet to go to an actual doctor's appointment but I have taken ten tests from for several different brands and spaced them out over the last two weeks just to make sure it wasn't a hormone fluctuation."

"Okay that's smart Rach and honestly I so knew you would be clear headed enough to think about stuff like that. Now, next question, do you want me to go with you when you do schedule it?"

Managing a weak but grateful smile I nod in the affirmative.

"Kay that's good thinking again, because let's face its totes not a biggie for me but Lady Pants will have nightmares for a week if he has to set a designer shoe into an OBGYN's office; too many lady bits and not enough current fashion mags. Another question I have to ask because it would be irresponsible not to, but I so don't wanna ask, because I don't want to offend you or impact your decisions or whatever but…are you gonna go through with the pregnancy if in fact you are knocked up?"

Heaving a deep sigh, I lean onto her shoulder and think briefly about the best way to phrase my response before giving it. "I've thought a lot about it over the last couple of weeks and there is no way I could do that, I completely believe in the right to choose but I also believe in taking responsibility for one's own actions and…this is the part that's going to sound a little off so I need you to let me explain everything and not interrupt. And I would really love it if you not hate me after I tell you what I did but I completely understand if you do because I honestly hate myself." I am not sure when my resolve broke and the tears started to fall but right now I don't care and all I want is to not lose Santana and Kurt once the truth comes out because then I'll really have no one in my corner and as much as I'd deserve it I can't do this by myself. Luckily for me one of my best friends is the most fiercely loyal and protective person in the world, Santana Lopez former HBIC scariest woman I have ever met is holding me tight whispers words of comfort in my ear while I shudder and gasp for breath as sob after sob racks my body. Once I start to quiet down some I realize she has been singing softly in Spanish this whole time and while I may not understand all of the words, the message is loud and clear. 'I'm here for you, I love you and I'm not going anywhere.'

After what feels like an eternity I am finally calm enough to explain everything, but first things first, "Thank you Santana, I sincerely don't know what I would do without you."

"Well you are totes lucky that you will never have to worry about that now aren't you mi pequeña estrellita? Now tell Auntie Snix all about what has you hurting so bad."

"I'm going to have to start from the beginning but basically what I was going to say before was this is karma and I absolutely have it coming. Not the having a child part because all children are a blessing but the losing my future part that is entirely fair and I'm honestly a little afraid of what's down the bend because this is not punishment enough. Now get comfy and let me tell you the story of how Rachel met Quinn."

December 19th, 2012

Rachel was bored, like really bored. For being a gay and lesbian cruise it was surprisingly lackluster affair, and apparently the only other people on this ship were families and singles over their forties, many of whom were giving Rachel the eye and skeeving her out in the process, cougars were really Noah's thing, not Rachel's. Yes this was exactly how Rachel wanted to spend her break from school; stuck on a boat in December with her dads and being cruised by mild aged lesbians and 'Chester the Molester' ship attendants. Why couldn't her dads celebrate the holidays like normal people once, just once! Don't get her wrong she loved her father's fiercely and unconditionally but they really didn't get the whole being a family thing, which is understandable as both the Berry's and the Goldstein's disowned both of their sons once they came out and then condemned them again for having a child.

After changing into significantly more conservative clothes, Rachel decided to settle down and sulk for the duration of the voyage and hoped against all hope that it doesn't turn out like a certain three hour tour. If it does Rachel had already cast her vote to put the lesbians in charge, she's no fool, political correctness be damned, if anyone will be able to start a fire, build shelter, hunt, forage, and keep people in line it's the women, most of the men will be less than useless…and they should just imprison the hetero employees now because they will only be in the way…and-

'Who. Is. That?'.

Suddenly time slows down for Rachel Berry and she worries if she has already died of boredom because that is the only thing that explains the vision before her. The most stunning and ethereal looking woman has just settled into a lounge chair in front of her, dressed in a delicate white sundress, with golden hair, and a flawless porcelain complexion. The woman in front of her is easily the most gorgeous creature that Rachel has ever seen, and as she pulls a worn copy of Gone With the Wind out of her bag, which just so happens to be Rachel's favorite book, the formerly sullen diva thinks that this trip just might have started looking up. Before she is even aware of it the young brunette is up and out of her seat, making her way towards that vision of perfection personified, once she has closed the distance the smaller girl is now able to see the delicate, yet sophisticated reading glasses perched on that perfect nose, it makes her even lovelier somehow and the diva thinks that glasses have never looked sexier in her short life. After waiting uncomfortably for a few moments to be acknowledged Rachel begins to get the feeling she is being given the brush off until the girl gives a small hum of amusement lips twitching mouths the words as she reads, finally realizing that the blonde isn't ignoring her just oblivious to her presence and completely consumed in her book, Rachel takes a leap and delicately clears her throat to alert the woman to her presence. Even though Rachel has attempted to gain the blondes attention quietly, it clearly startles the girl as she gives a small jump; looking after seeing the brunette staring at her expectantly the young woman quickly glances around as if to confirm the diva was really wanting to speak to her before bushing prettily and shyly raising her eyes before timidly greeting the smaller girl.

"Y-Yes?"

"I am so sorry it wasn't my intention to frighten you, I had simply noticed what you were reading, it's one of my favorite books, and I just wanted to know if you were at the part where Scarlett has arrived at the Wilkes party."

"Oh! Um yes she's actually just seen Rhett for the first time, you…um I mean, is it really one of your favorites?"

"Oh yes! Margaret Mitchell was such a wonderful writer, it's a shame that she only sought to publish Gone With the Wind I would have loved to read her works from her youth, on my fifteenth birthday I received her novella Lost Laysen from my fathers and I simply adored it, though in retrospect I do not believe it was a very appropriate gift to receive from ones fathers…oh how rude of me I haven't even introduced myself, my name is Rachel Berry."

The blonde girl returned the mega-watt beam in front of her with a bashful but genuine smile of her own, before shyly reaching to shake the brunettes hand in greeting. "H-Hello Rachel Berry, it's very nice to meet you, m-my name is Quinn, Quinn Fabray."

'Such a pretty name.'

"Hello Quinn Fabray, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well. Would you mind if I joined you?"

The seated girl looked surprised but delighted by the request before gesturing to the chair beside her, taking the proffered seat Rachel turned to the blonde and inquired about what brought her on this trip, the to spent hours talking before Rachel's fathers called her away. She bid farewell to the girl who watched her go with a sad smile before returning to her book, that night as Rachel lay in bed she couldn't help but think about the girl she had just met and all that she had revealed; after awaking with a cry of pleasure the next morning from the most intense sex dream of her life she knew that she had to get to know the girl, not only was she seemingly a wonderful and obviously incredibly desirable woman, it felt like kismet that she should meet someone from her new home and Rachel Barbra Berry is never one to deny her sixth sense when it tells her something.

After finally hunting down the blonde that afternoon, Rachel attempted some light flirting to see if she even had a shot with the goddess, to her delighted surprise the blushing cheeks and starry-eyed and enamored looks she received as result were clear indicators of the attraction being mutual. Once she had spent a few days covertly wooing the blonde, Rachel confessed her attraction and asked if she could kiss her, a quiet but hopeful yes was her answer and as the diva pressed her lips to the woman of her dreams, she felt as if she must have died all over again, that kiss was everything she had ever heard or hoped that a first kiss should be and yet so much more, it felt like coming home to Rachel, and for the first time she was scared of how much she wanted the other woman. But fear or no fear Rachel continued to crave and give into her desperation to claim more of the blonde, so much so that after only three days Rachel shared another first with Quinn; her first time with a woman.

All that flawless creamy skin draped over firm and perfectly toned muscles made Rachel's mouth dry out as moisture and heat pooled into her panties; Quinn watched the other girl's eyes change from warm brown to solid black as she stood before her, seeing the obvious lust written across her would be lover's face enabled the blonde to override her insecurities while Rachel's greedy eyes devoured Quinn's naked form. She started at that perfect and angelic face, then trailed her eyes down a delicate and graceful that lead next to a defined collarbone, Rachel's eyes paused to drink in the pert breasts and their soft pink buds only barely restraining herself from attacking them with her lips, teeth, and tongue; with a little reluctance her eyes continued their feasting to the toned and flat stomach that was slightly obscured by easily the longest, thickest and most beautiful cock Rachel had ever seen. Body obsessed Brody had nothing on Quinn, and as for Finn it was a joke comparatively; how she had ever let either of those boys see her much less touch her when this was waiting out in the world for her, almost literally around the corner, Rachel would never know.

After finally continuing her trip down the rest of the blondes body, the diva shuddered and squeezed her thighs to relieve the pressure that had built up to an almost unbearable amount, meeting the blondes eyes again she was met with blushing cheeks, a small smirk, and the sexiest arched brow she had ever witnessed.

Rachel exclaimed a breathless and husky, "God Quinn, you are so so perfect."

Quinn blushed a little harder as her eyes dipped demurely, looking back up into the dark eyes of the wanton girl before her, the blonde swallowed thickly and licked her lips before speaking. "It's your turn now little star."

Suddenly feeling very self-conscious and inadequate Rachel ducked her head and blushed heavily as she reached shaky hands behind her to try and undo the clasps on her back, seeing the girls hesitance Quinn was concerned and assumed the shorter girl's reluctance was due to her not being full ready. Quickly the blonde stepped forward and tucked a finger under the younger girls chin; she waited stroking the girl's cheek with her free hand until slightly timid eyes met her. "Rachel if you don't want this, we don't have to do anything, we can stop this right now, I'll understand little star."

Rachel shook her head softly before pressing a kiss to the palm resting on her cheek, "No Quinn it's not that, I want this, I want you so so much…it's just…I m-mean I'm n-not…"

Noticing the way the younger girl wrapped her arms around her waist Quinn realized that the blush to her lover's cheeks wasn't shyness it was anxiety, the blonde found herself momentarily confused as to how a woman so perfectly formed seemed to be even more insecure about her body than she was before remembering what Rachel had confided in her days before, constant harassment and vicious bullying occurred to this poor beautiful girl in front of her and while she might have kept her head high in public, it obviously shattered her confidence in private.

Gently cupping the little diva's face with both hands Quinn waiting until the girl met her eyes again before addressing what she now knew was the real problem, "Rachel Barbra Berry, you having nothing to be self-conscious about. You are the most heartbreakingly beautiful person I have ever met, when I first saw you I felt like I was drowning in the best way possible and I didn't want to be saved. I know it's only been a few days but I care for you so much little star, and I feel so blessed that I've gotten to meet you and absolutely undeserving of getting any kind of chance to have you. You say I'm perfect angel? You are a goddess, Rachel Berry and anyone who cannot see that is blind."

The little diva closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath to ground herself, before reaching surer hands to finally let the last of her clothing fall away. After hearing a soft gasp, Rachel opened her eyes and took one of the hands still cupping her cheeks and slid it down her body to rest on a perky sun kissed breast before pressing a kiss to the hand still caressing her face and grabbing the neck of the blonde to bring their lips within brushing distance, "Take me Quinn, please baby I need you to take me."

A slam brings me back to the present just in time to see Kurt run into his room looking as if he had seen a ghost, sharing a startled look with Santana we both move to stand when I notice slight squirm my roommate makes and her blown pupils. 'Oh my God!'

Trying my best to stifle a chuckle I decide to take advantage of this rare moment and see if the Latina can blush, "You okay there Santana? You look a little flushed."

She can, and she actually turns really red too. 'Happy belated birthday to me...'

"Shut it Berry, it's only because it's been me and my hand each night for a few months now and that story was starting to get a little too detailed. At least I know now how you manage to fake enjoying it with Brody because that boy is so plastic he must be hung like Ken. Now let's go see what has Little Lord Fauntleroy's knickers in such a twist."

Shaking my head in fond exasperation I follow her into Kurt's room to find the boy sitting on the bed with his head in his hands muttering "What do I do?" over and over under his breath. I tentatively sit next to him and place what's meant to be a soothing hand to his shoulder but the boy leaps away like he's been electrocuted and slams his hands over his mouth. Wide eyed I turn to Santana in time to catch a wince and look of understanding flash across her face as she looks expectantly at Kurt, who just shakes his head frantically in response. Getting up from the bed I face them both and demand to know what's going on.

"Kurt?"

"No no no no no! I can't Santana! Please don't make me! Can't you do it?"

"I have she won't listen to me! You've got to tell her!"

Having enough of being treated as if I am not in the room, I let out a piercing whistle to get their attention. "Look I don't know what's wrong with you two but someone better tell me pretty damn quick! I have way too much stress going on right now to have you two keeping secrets from me, now Kurt what the hell is going on!?"

Kurt blinks a couple of times as a response to hearing me curse, before nodding his head softly at me and taking my hand to pull me back onto the bed. Santana take my other side and wraps an arm around my back and pull me into her protective embrace. I instantly know where this is going. 'Stupid Mexican third eye.'

"Sweetie it's like this…"

Twenty minutes and a lot of angry tears later, Brody comes home to find himself out on his ass with a bruised cheek (me), a black eye (Kurt) and what will more than likely equate to being an extremely painful testicle retrieval operation (do I even need to say). Promises of exposure keep him from reporting this to the police and the hell away from the apartment and me hopefully forever.

Twenty more minutes and lots of sympathetic tears late Kurt has been informed of my situation, and holds my hand along with Santana as I make the doctor's appointment, they luckily have an opening the next day. I then spend the rest of the night watching Designing Women with my two best friends, after promising to relay the rest of the story tomorrow after I find out for sure, and I try to breathe a little easier until then, after all tomorrow is another day.

TBC