A/N- Sorry everybody! I know I haven't updated in a while. I got really sick, then I had writers block, and I just didn't have any inspiration. I've been kind of down about the lack or reviews. If you like the story be sure to review and let me know what you think. Is there still interest or should I just wrap this up? Thank you to those of you that do review, it means the world to me. Anyways, enjoy the chapter :)
"Alright girls, welcome home," Leroy said as he pulled into the driveway. Rachel's house was a large two story in a beautiful neighborhood. The grass was a brilliant shade of green. A small garden grew underneath a large bay window in the front of the house. Ivy grew up an entire wall. A white porch with a swing graced the front. It looked like somebody had plucked the house straight out of a fairytale. Carriage lights lit the way as the darkness of dusk began to envelop us.
"I'm just going to come around and get Quinn while Leroy gets your luggage," Hiram announced. I glanced to my left to see Rachel giving me an encouraging smile.
The door slid open and Hiram reached behind my seat to grab the wheelchair. He set in on the ground and unfolded it. He slid an arm around my neck but before he could lift me out of the car Rachel exclaimed, "Daddy! I would appreciate it if you would stop manhandling my girlfriend!"
I snapped around to face Rachel, whose eyes had widened comically.
"Girlfriend?" Leroy barked out. I turned around to see that Leroy had returned to our side of the car with the luggage sitting on the sidewalk next to the car.
Hiram placed a calming hand on his husband's chest before he addressed us, "Rachel, for right now we're going to have to lift Quinn in and out of the car because we aren't set up for a wheelchair. As for the everything else, we will discuss that once we get inside and get everybody settled."
By the time he was done speaking I was pretty sure my face matched the shade of a tomato. I heard Rachel huff behind me but I didn't turn around to face her. Hiram lifted me out of the car onto my wheelchair. Rachel jumped down beside me and slammed the door.
She reached out to push my chair before I turned to her, "I got it."
"You haven't even practiced maneuvering yet Quinn."
"I guess I had better start sometime then. Come on Rach, its twenty yards from here to the front door. I think I can handle it."
"Fine. But if you need help or get stuck I'm pushing."
I smiled at her and put my hands on the wheels. I gave an experimental push and the chair rolled forward an inch before stopping. I did it again, but this time I kept my hands on the wheels. I let the chair move forward before I slid my hands over the wheels to keep going. I grinned as the chair made it all the way to the steps leading to the front door. I glanced over my shoulder to see Rachel and her fathers smiling at me.
"I think I need a little help getting up these stairs," I said sheepishly.
"No problem Quinn," Leroy came up behind me and lifted the wheels over each step until I was right in front of the door.
"We used to do that with Rachel's stroller. You are a lot lighter than she was," Leroy teased.
"Hey! I resent that," Rachel slapped his arm playfully.
I watched in awe at their family dynamic. They were so full of life. My family had never joked like that. We rarely even talked except when my sister or I got an award of some sort. Then were daddies little girls, he would say 'I'm so proud of you. Wait until I tell the guys at the club. I bet their daughters never made Head Cheerio as a freshman. You've made me proud'.
I was brought out of my thoughts when Rachel bent down to whisper in my ear, "You OK? You seem a little distant."
"Just thinking," I whispered back.
She nodded and stood up, a slight frown on her face. Hiram was fumbling with his keys when Leroy reached over to help him. They unlocked the front door and flipped on a light. Rachel pushed me into the foyer while her dads went into the house.
I looked around at the beautiful home I was in. A large staircase was directly in front of me. To my left was what looked to be the living room. A black leather sofa was in front a TV. Next to the TV was a cabinet lined with a massive DVD collection. To my right seemed to be the music room. A beautiful grand piano was front and center. A stack of sheet music was on the piano bench. There was a small area with recording equipment set up where I assumed Rachel recorded herself singing. Sitting on a stand was an acoustic guitar and hanging from the wall were three electric guitars.
"The guest room is downstairs so you won't have to worry about going up the stairs. I had planned on having you stay in my room but I doubt my dads will let me now that I let the girlfriend thing slip."
"About that," a voice called from the living room, "Why don't you girls come in here so we can talk."
I gulped and shot a pleading look at Rachel. She shrugged before pushing me towards her fathers.
She situated me at the end of the couch and sat right next to me. Her dads came in and sat directly across from us in the two matching black leather recliners.
"OK, so you'll have to forgive us but Hiram and I are rather confused about how this relationship got started. Because up until about two weeks ago Rachel was engaged to Finn Hudson. As much as we're glad that relationship is over, we don't understand how you two got together."
Rachel looked at me, silently asking if she could answer their question. I smiled at her and turned back to her fathers.
"The day of Quinn's accident I was trying on dresses for the wedding and the bridesmaids were getting their fittings as well. As you know, I asked Quinn to be my maid of honor. Quinn had been against the wedding from the beginning, but agreed to come and support me. When she got there, she tried to convince me that the wedding was a mistake. I refused to listen to her, and asked why she was so dead set against it. She surprised me by telling me that she was in love with me. Then she kissed me, before Finn came and interrupted us."
Her fathers grimaced at this and sent me a sympathetic look.
"Anyways, I told Quinn that I couldn't leave Finn and that I was going to marry him," she took a breath before continuing, this part being equally emotional for the both of us.
"Quinn ran from the store and took off in her car. I chased after her, but she didn't stop. I sat in my car and just cried for a while. About two hours after that, I got a call from Lima Presbyterian Hospital telling me that Quinn had been in a very serious accident and that she had kept asking for me. When I found out that she was in a coma, I realized that my feelings for her were a lot more than friendship. The rest, as they say, is history."
By the end, there wasn't a dry eye in the room. I decided that I should speak up.
"I know that our past has not been good. It took me such a long time to realize why I had such anger towards Rachel. I called her degrading names like 'RuPaul' and 'Man hands' because I wanted to make her seem less feminine. I was taught from a very young age that homosexuality was wrong, a sin, an abomination against God. The funny thing is, I was fine with Kurt, Blaine, Santana, and Brittany. I knew what they had wasn't a sin. Being gay was OK, except for me. I just couldn't be another disappointment to my family. So I threw slushies and called her names, anything to make my feelings seem like hate, rather than the love I was actually feeling. I will never be able to take that back or apologize enough, but I am so truly sorry for everything I did to Rachel."
Rachel reached over to grab my hand, reassuring me.
"I love your daughter more than anything in the world. I'm so lucky that she returns my feelings. I promise to take care of her, to love her, and to make sure she knows she's special. I can't promise that I won't ever hurt her because I'm human and I make mistakes. But I can promise that I won't ever hurt her intentionally. And when I do hurt her I will do everything in my power to make it right. I want to be with her forever. And it would mean everything to me if you gave us your blessing."
Rachel leaned over to plant a kiss on my cheek. I turned to give her a watery smile. She wiped the tears pooling in my eyes away with her thumbs.
"Well, I certainly like her better than Finn," Leroy declared.
"Dad!"
"Can't I have just a little fun? But, in all seriousness Quinn, you most certainly have our blessing. I think you and Rachel will be good for each other. You balance her out. I'm glad she picked somebody like you to love."
"Thank you Leroy."
"I second what my husband said. Welcome to the family Quinn."
A huge smile took over my face as her fathers came over to wrap me in a hug. I felt Rachel join in and I couldn't have been happier. I was a Berry now. This was where I belonged.