A/N: I just want to say WOW and thanks for all the support with this story and sorry it took me so long to properly respond to your reviews. Now I know some of you are antsy about what happens next in Lemon Aide and it's coming, I promise you it's coming I'm just trying to tie everything together, so in the next few days give or take, that story should be finished, Until the Real Thing Comes Along will be a Faberry endgame story know but it will take a long of time and some emotionally heavy situations for Sophie and Rachel to break away from the romantic feelings they have for one another and for Quinn to earn the right to be with Rachel. Dribble Drabbles is coming along nicely but I would love some prompts from y'all about what you'd like to see in it.

This chapter starts off the day after the drama of the Brochel break-up, no Finn coming to the rescue because I honestly hated that as a feminist, way to remove Rachel's autonomy not-so-Finnocent, nice to know she has a choice of who she wants to be with in the end. However that's doesn't mean there might not be Finn in this story if only to cause some drama. We also get to hear the rest of the story of what happened during their last few days on the ship, along with finally knowing what happened when they reunited in New York. Warning you may no longer feel like Rachel deserves Quinn after this but like I said she will redeem herself, it will understandably take a while though. Sexy times right ahead, but please be gentle it's my first time. Puns SO intended, see what I did there? *Eyebrow wiggle* Not only was there a naughty innuendo but also a Titanic reference because they met on a ship. *Sigh* I really need another hobby besides reading and watching movies.

Anyway 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 8th, 2013: Santana's POV

This is some fucked up shit…

No like really, I never thought I'd have to do this whole nail biting, knee bouncing, waiting for test results shit with Berry…well maybe with Berry but never because of Berry, more like as a moral support for me type thing. But low and behold here I am, freezing my fucking tits off in some gyno's office stuck reading a six month old copy of People waiting to see if "Miss Most Likely to win an EGOT" is about to have a mini-mini-me, so like I said this is some shit.

Wanna know what's really fucked up though? It's what Rachel told us about her dad's last night, she said that she didn't know what would be worse in their eyes, the no longer being a virgin thing, the multiple partners thing, the lady lovin' thing, the chick with a dick thing, or the pregnancy thing, but apparently any or all of these things means that the little diva is cut off. They even warned her against getting romantically involved with Quinn when they were on the boat because it could be bad for her career down the line and they "Invested too much in her to allow that to happen". That's such fucking bullshit! Way to fail at being parents Berry men. Oh, they won't accept Rachel dating a woman because it will ruin her career? What a couple of fucking hypocrites' right? I wouldn't have believed that shit if Kurt hadn't confirmed it for me, those two are major uptight stage dad's and have apparently been pushing , controlling, and pressuring her like crazy her whole fucking life to be the next Barbra Streisand. Did you that know she would be grounded every time she didn't get a solo or wasn't featured at a performance, what kind of shit is that!? No wonder she was such a spotlight crazy-anal retentive-annoyingly perfect-diva growing up and why she could justify sending someone to a crack house!

Now I know why she's scared Kurt and I will abandon her, if her own mother and both her dad's can and would do that shit to her why wouldn't her friends, especially when one is a former bully and the other is former competition. Well ya know what? Fuck that! I don't care what she did to lil' orphan Quinnie, I got my girl's back because Santana Fucking Lopez? She takes care of her own. I may want to spank, gag and even strangle her from time to time but I'm never going to abandon her, I'd be no better than my abuela if I did that, actually I'd be worse because I know what that's like. '…And so do her dad's so double fuck them!' Sitting in this tacky ass waiting room is fucking getting to me.

'…Okay seriously what the fuck is taking so long?'

Just as I am about to go all Lima Heights to get some information out of a nurse, Rachel is walking out the door clutching some paperwork to her chest. I may be having a hard time reading her emotions but I already know she's pregnant; the prescription the nurse that just walked away gave her is kind of a big clue. 'Well shit.' Off to the pharmacy we go then. But first I need to make sure the little midge is okay.

"Berry?"

The half-pint just looks at me, I've never seen her so beaten down before, and seeing as I'm one of the people who did most of the heavy hitting back in the day that's fucking saying something. So I just awkwardly open my arms and prepare to be embarrassed by overly dramatic PDA, but instead of the tackle I'm expecting she just carefully walks into my embrace and doesn't relax until my arms are tight around her. She may be bring really quiet about it but I can still feel the tears streaming down my neck, 'Awww my poor little hobbit.' All that fucking hard work, all the humiliation and shit's she's had to deal with, and it's gotta feel like it's been all for nothing right now, Fabray better fucking step up and help her out with this shit. I mean it's not like the bitch can't afford it, but just in case I've got my college savings so it's not like she's completely screwed, besides I'm kinda likin' the idea of being an actual Auntie Snix. Don't fucking judge! Someone's gotta make sure that kid's a badass, because if I leave the raising to Rachel and Kurt? *Internal Shudder* Hells to the no! No niece of mine is gonna be bullied little prima donna, that shits not happening again!

"Thank you Santana."

Oh right I'm holding a crying midget in the middle of a doctor's office, time to break up the mush fest. "No probs pequeña estrellita, but I best be that baby's Madrina or else all Lima Heights! Now let's get you your pre-natals and go back to the loft so we can let Uncle Kurt know he has a shower to throw. Then you can continue on with your tale of lesbian erotica, because I thought about it and shit sounds so hot that decided I gots to have all the dirty deets."

With a shake of her head and soft chuckle, my little Starberry Shortcake leads us out to the street so we can head to the pharmacy. I may suck at the emotional there for you crap but at least I can get her to laugh and I figure when you're about to lose your family and all your dreams a bitch can use all the laughs she can get…actually you know what fuck that too! Rachel is still gonna be a star and I am make that shit happen and be her manager or what the fuck ever, because if her father's turn out to be epic fails for her on this I wanna be able to rub it in their faces and not let them get anywhere near either of my girls. Why? Because I am Santana Fucking Lopez and I gets mine back!

March 10th, 2013: Quinn's POV

I am so stunned by the sight of girl in front of me that I am barely able to register the fact that she isn't alone, however I am aware enough to be mildly thankful that instead of seeing him again, there is an attractive but caustic looking Latina at her side, and while the smirking is a lot better than that disgusted and smug sneer of the boyfriend, I could still do without it. A quiet and timid greeting rips me out of my daze, drawing myself to my full height I put on a mask that I haven't had to use since I left the children's home all those years ago. With an arched brow and cold indifference I address the two brunettes who have invaded my sanctuary, "Hello and welcome to The Green Glass Door. Rachel, long time no see. We should continue that trend don't you think? How about we start right now? I'd show you out but since you felt free to just waltz on in I'm sure you can show you and your little friend here right back out."

"Quinn, please. I know I hurt you but-"

Huffing out a derisive laugh, because if that isn't the understatement of the year; I can't help but to rip into her much like how she let that douche bag do it to me all those months ago. "Hurt? I'm not hurt; you couldn't hurt me Rachel if you tried, because that would imply that you matter to me, and you don't, not even a little. All that we were to each other was…now how did that charming young man of yours put it? Oh yes, you were just the first and only girl that would ever be easy and pathetic enough to spread your legs for a freak of nature like me, without me having to pay for it first, and that only reason you stooped so low must have been because you were trying to take your mind off the fact that he turned you down which made you so desperate that you would fuck anything, including a disgusting she-male like me. I believe that was the gist of it, unless I'm forgetting something…oh yes! You had said something after that as well, what was that again?"

"Quinn, about that night-" I cut her off because I really don't want to hear her half-ass insincere apology.

"Save it Rachel, I really don't have the time or energy to waste on listening to anymore lies or lame excuses for your behavior. So why don't you run on back to Cody, the two of you really do make a lovely couple, and I sincerely believe that you deserve each other."

The little brunette looks down at the floor and I falter in my attack as it seems as if she is genuinely ashamed of her actions on that night; then again she is an actress, so this could be as fake as that performance she gave on the ship. I cannot believe I let her play me like that, that I was so naïve, so desperate for someone to care that I believed even for a second that any woman, much less someone so strikingly beautiful would want anything to do with a freak like me. No this is obviously a set up just like before, I am not falling for anything that she and that Brady or Brawny or whatever the hell is name is cooked up to hurt me with this time.

"It wasn't my intention to come here and apologize or defend myself to you." Now that has my attention.

"It's wasn't?"

"No, because there is no defense for it and I certainly don't deserve for you to hear any apology of mine, I can't imagine it would mean much anyway. What I said to you that night is unforgivable, and not only because it was all a bunch of lies that I made to protect myself, but because I know what it's like to have someone deny you like that, to hurt you in that way, it's the most painful kind of humiliation, a vicious form of emotional and psychological cruelty and I cannot even begin to express how disgusted I am by it. I don't want your forgiveness because I never want the weight of my guilt to lessen, I don't deserve for it to; I'd actually hope that you'd hate me if it wasn't for the fact that hate only hurts your soul in the long run. If it is any consolation I hate myself more than enough for the both of us, and I certainly didn't come here with the intention of harassing you. I'm here because there is something that I have to tell you but I don't want to because I have already caused enough pain for a life time, however I know that if I don't, it will be so much crueler to you in the long run…Quinn I'm…well…Brody and I are no longer together."

Okay…did not see that one coming, why in the hell would this woman tell me that? She can't possible consider that I'll come running to her now that she and that homophobe are done can she?

"That's too bad; he seemed like such a great guy too. What happened? Did he finally get tired of using you as his own personal 'fuck toy'?" At seeing the Latina tense up I clarify that statement. "His words not mine."

Rachel flinches at the uncharacteristically harsh words leaving my mouth and I'll admit that as much as I should hate her, it burns my conscience to speak to anyone like that much less someone that I lo-

'No stop it Quinn she means nothing to you, just like you mean nothing to her.'

"No, she dumped him because Plastic Man's last name turned out to be Bigolo." I whip my head around in confusion to look at the Latina, who until now, has been silently observing at Rachel and I this whole time.

"I beg your pardon?"

An exasperated eye roll and sneer are directed at me before more nonsense flies out of the taller brunette's mouth. "She found out that he was running a Risky Business venture? That he was turning on the red light? Madre de Dios…she found out he's a fucking hooker!"

I can only gape in shock, because seriously what do you say to that? As I try to form some semblance of a response to that, Ella's signature voice comes crooning out of the hi-fi and I can't help the small smirk that crosses my face because the irony of what song is playing is almost poetic justice.

So you met someone who set you back on your heels
Goody Goody
So you met someone and now you know how it feels
Goody Goody

A soft groan pulls both of our attentions back to the little diva in the room as she massages her temple with one hand and wraps her free arm almost protectively around her stomach. "Et tu, Ella?"

"What's wrong Smurfette?"

"Just a little musical karma San."

"Yes it's almost serendipitous wouldn't you say Rachel? Now as personally gratifying as it is to have confirmation that your ex was a legitimate man-whore, I fail to see what that has to do with me."

"It doesn't really, it was just a lead-in for what I'm actually here to talk to you about …well not really a lead-in so much as I just wanted you to have that piece of mind before I break the real news to you."

"And what might that be?"

"I'm pregnant."

My eyebrows pop in shock for the second time today, before furrowing in confusion. I can't understand why she would feel the need to tell me about this, what does she think? That I'm going to congratulate her, if anything I pity her because she is stuck to that prick for life, if that is he even accepts the responsibility of his actions. This is actually a little cruel of her to rub her conception in my face, knowing that I will probably never get to have a child of my own; maybe that was why she showed up, maybe she's just here to stick the knife in a little more.

"Ahem…well then congratulation to you both, I'm sure you're American Gigolo will be a wonderful father."

Brown eyes finally meet mine again and I can't help the way my breath catches in my throat at the intensity and pain that is emanating from them, slowly Rachel begins shaking her head before breathing out, "I'm so sorry Quinn." her voice thick with emotion and face radiating guilt and sorrow.

And just like that it clicks, "W-we used a condom. Every time we used a condom, it can't be mine!"

"From what I remember you're right we did, but condoms aren't one hundred percent effective and even if they were what about New Year's Quinn?" In a wave the memories from that night come crashing back down on me, we were both so drunk, it was the only time we actually drank on the cruise, as a result I have no memory of using any condoms, the trash was still there from that morning so there is no telling if they were from that night. 'Holy Crap I might be having a daughter!'

"Oh. My. God."

"Quinn, I'm so sorry, I know the last thing you wanted was to see me again but I couldn't keep this from you, especially since I'm not sure if I'm even going to keep her."

That comment snaps me out of my daze and I start to panic, "W-what do you mean? Would you really…you'd…?

"NO, no Quinn I could never do that, I'm not going to do that, I was referring to the possibility of adoption."

"Oh thank God! I-I mean of course it's your body so ultimately your choice b-but…th-thank you for not…you know."

"I know, I couldn't do it regardless, but especially not since she's yours. Um…h-how do you feel about adoption?"

"If…if you don't want to keep her Rachel, I still would; there's no way I will trust my child to strangers or the system, besides I know what it's like to be thrown away by the people who are supposed to love you unconditionally and I will never cause that kind of pain. Th-That's not to say that's what you would be doing, just that it feels that way to kids who were adopted, or are in the system. Even if they were given up for a better life it still stings, and that self-doubt never really goes away."

Relief floods Rachel's face at the news of me wanting to keep the baby, before hurt flickers across it. "Yes I know…I know exactly what it's like for your parents to reject you and toss you aside as if you're nothing. To find out that the people who mean more to you than anyone view you as being disposable to them, realizing that all you were was a means to an end, that all they cared about was the image they project to their peers, how you make them look, and as soon as you tarnish that image, POOF, it's like you never existed…" The girl trails off as silent tears stream down her face, I look questioningly towards the Latina as she pulls the girl into a tight hug.

"She told her dad's last night and they disowned her, after berating her and calling her every foul name under the sun first. Its bad enough she had to go through this shit with Shelby when she was sixteen, but them too? It's so fucked up."

As much as I don't want it too, my heart goes out to the mother of my child and I feel a sharp stab of jealousy pierce me when I see how close she is to the girl holding so securely in her arms. I don't want to be jealous, I have no right to be jealous, but I am, even though she ripped me to shreds I can't help but care for her and knowing that she is caring my child I feel like I should be the one to comfort and hold her. But I can't, and I won't. So I do the next best thing.

"Give me a moment to lock up and we can head upstairs to talk about everything."

"B-b-but what about your b-boss? I don't want you to get in trouble b-because of me on top of ev-everything-"

I quickly but gently cut her off, why does it have to hurt so much to see her cry? "Shh Rach, it's okay I promise I won't get in trouble."

"B-but…"

"Tiny it's kinda hard to get in trouble with the boss, when you own the place." Shocked I snap my eyes up to the Latina. 'How the hell…'

"I know who you are but she doesn't, let's not dwell. Now you've got some locking up to do right Blondie?"

To be continued

A/N: Sorry for the lag time between updates, I've been struggling to finish Lemon Aide, and I have a new story Desperately Seeking Rachel that just won't leave my head. I know I didn't cover what happened with Quinn and Rachel but that's next chapter and also the phone call from the Berry men, before tentative plans are laid out for the future with Rachel finally finding out the whole truth about Quinn.