A/N i just realized i haven't been putting a disclaimer on the last few chapters so sorry about that! but come on clearly i don't own Glee because you know Ryan would never kill off his boyfriend Cory...

also thank you so, so much to everyone who has been reading this/comenting/or just enjoying it it means so much to me so thank you! and if you like this or want something added feel free to let me know!

Q POV

I wake up with a crick in my neck and my foot is asleep, I'm angry until I look down and see Rachel pressed against my chest passed out. After Santana's little announcement last night we never really made it off the couch.

Honestly I'm more than a little worried about her, I can feel slight movement below me and I look down to see beautiful brown orbs staring up at me. I place a kiss to her forehead and try to be as upbeat as possible "morning baby girl!"

She gives me one of her more pathetic smiles. Right so no beating around the bush "So" I try to smile "wanna talk about it?" I try to keep my voice light and casual, I mean how do you nicely bring up the death of an ex boyfriend you both despise?

"What, your morning breath? Seriously Quinn that's vile." She laughs burying her face into my t shirt. Oh who knew I was dating a comedian? Is it a bad sign that she laughs more at her own jokes than at mine?

I give her a few jumper cables while she calms down, then when we make eye contact I just give her a look so I don't have to repeat myself. She sadly lets out a sigh realizing the jig is up. "not now please? I just want to enjoy my morning with you."

She slowly crawls up my body and peppers my neck with kisses before resting her head on my chest and rising with every exhale. I gently run my fingers tips up her arms and down her back sensing my girl is close to sleep so I whisper "When you're ready I'll be here." She looks up to me and I can see unshed tears glistening in her eyes "Promise? I don't want to be so annoying" god she sounds so broken.

"I'm serious I don't want you to think I'm too needy or problematic." She quietly mumbles refusing to look at me. "You have problems too I mean you dated Finn and-"

I take my hand and use my thumb to brush away a tear that finally managed to escape "Rachel" I try to be stern. "I'm not going anywhere, ever . if you need me at 3 am that's when you'll get me."

Rachel closes her eyes and nods a few times like she letting that sink in. " I love you so much." She croaks out. I put my finger under her chin and lift up so were face to face "Baby girl I've honestly never been happier than when I'm with you and I wouldn't give that up for anything." Instantly Rachel's hand finds my cheek and she leans in for a kiss and I happily meet her halfway. After a few seconds we she leans back and rests her head on mine so I take her hand and leave an open mouth kiss on her palm.

"So apparently my morning breath isn't a problem?" Rachel just giggles and slides down until her head is back where it belongs on my chest and moments later her breathing evens out and she's asleep. God I love my love.

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When I wake up I hear banging in the kitchen, is my girl making breakfast? Score! I quickly forget that thought when I see Rach sitting by my feet muttering about Santana breaking and entering as she gets up and takes my hand so we can shuffle to the kitchen.

I almost fall straight on my face when I see Rachel's dad busting around the kitchen in his robe. I haven't seen him since the day me and Santana were talking shit like immature teens.

"DAD?!" Rachel shrieks and tackles him in a hug. This is the first time she's seen him up and about the house since the funeral and I think it's more than either of them can take because Instantly their both in tears and I feel like I'm invading on a extremely personal moment , I start backing out praying I won't be noticed when her dad starts saying how sorry he is and that he'll make this better somehow.

Before I can make my exit I'm stopped by a booming voice "Quinn sweetie stay!" "uhh"I can say that I've never looked forward to any situation less than I am right now. I start to stutter "no that's-" "nonsense!" he interrupts "I wanted to thank you."He can't be serious? This is a first no one has ever thanked me for insulting them before… He laughs at the look on my face. "seriously Quinn." He holds out his hand that I happily accept. Rach is in the corner wiping her eyes and she looks confused, I send up a quick thank you that no one mentioned my little outburst to her yet.

"What did Quinn do?" she finally asks when the tension becomes too much . I try to hide my grimace I knew she was going to ask obviously she's nosy like that but Shit.

"Hun your friend here and Santana helped get me out of my funk." Well that's one way to put it. He turns to me "I can't thank you enough, you helped me get my family back." I try to give him my best smile "Anytime sir." I try to hold his eye but I can see Rachel in the corner and she does not look pleased at all. Crap.

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S POV

I'm sneaking as quietly as I can through the Berry's house because I see Q leaning on the back porch railing and I want to scare…wait is that smoke? What? This bitch is smoking!

I take a running start and lunge onto Q's shoulders for a surprise piggy back. Quinn lets out a squeal of shock as she spins trying to throw me off , ha good try. As she quickly spins us I stealthy put my leg behind her and softly push relishing in victory as she topples over backwards so I scurry to go sit on her chest using my knees to pin her hands.

'ha pinned ya again!' no stop this is not Disney movie reference time!

"Santana Lopez back on top! And the crowd goes wild! aaaah!" I impersonate a fake crowd loosing their minds. I look down at Q oops she loops angry.

"Hey you didn't even have to get plastic surgery this time!" I try to raise my eyebrow at her but I'm laughing to hard to focus. I take a deep breath and try to refocus "Seriously Q" I point at the cigarette that's discarded a few feet away. "ay you wanted to sound like me when you sang eh? Well Q I said cigars, say it with me!" I bring one of my hands up to her jaw. I'm definitely crossing some boundaries right now but YOLO! Did I just say YOLO? Someone kill me…. Focus San!

I use my hand that's on her jaw and force her mouth open and use my fingers to push her lips together. "Say it with me Q ciiigars" I drag the words out and continue my game till she licks me. Game over!

Before I realize what's going on Quinn flips us so our positions are reversed. Oh hey theirs that smirk. "Are you out of your damn mind?!" she asks trying to hold onto her anger but it's clearly hard, sorry I'm too loveable.

"I don't know, are you?" I retort pointing back at the lit cig, yeah fire safety. Q runs her and through her hair before getting up and giving me a hand up, then she bends over and snatches the slowly burning cancer stick, slowly putting it out on the berry's deck.

"I wasn't smoking it" she mutters as we take a seat on the porch stairs. I know our moment is about to get serious so I try to embrace the moment. "Bull shit Q. just so you know if Berry catches you with that thing I'm not sitting through that lecture, power point and obvious verbal ass lashing you're sure to get. I know you love her but damn the hobbit would have a field day with this!" I dramatically finish.

Quinn just gives me a pointed look "honestly I wasn't smoking it just holding it and smelling the smoke helps me relax and think it's something I picked up when I was friends with the..uh the skanks." She awkwardly finishes.

"Bull shit." I repeat lightly bumping her shoulder, hoping for a laugh but coming up short. "For the record I'd rather you put holes in my wall when you needed a minute to think instead of ruining your lungs. I hear people who like to breathe need those."

Quinn refuses to meet my gaze and stares holes into the ground before mutely nodding. "seriously Q, what's on your mind?" dumb question. Without hesitation "I feel like a bitch for not caring that Finn's gone, I'm an emotionless fucking robot just like he said!" elow usshe tells me while stabbing her heel into the dirt b

"Quinn." I sigh "It's not that-" "I feel guilty" she cuts me off "Because a small part of me does care." She whispers looking down. "and that's not alright after all the shit he's tried to pull we should be ecstatic" she grumbles.

"Quinn" I start as gently as I can while putting my arm around her shoulder. "he was your first love it's only natural that you care a little bit." "His bad qualities outweigh the good no one should care!" she barks out. She doesn't need to tell me the spread sheet on all the reasons Finn sucks, kid I could write that book. But Quinn is a better person then me always has been always will be so I can't let her keep up this negativity it's so not her.

I let the anger dissolve around us before I ask "Were not going to the funeral right? Because I'm pretty sure a standing O wouldn't be appreciated" that earns me my first real laugh of our conversation so I press on. "I'm serious Q I can't promise I won't start a slow clap when we show up."

Quinn lets out a small laugh before leaning her head on my shoulder. "Were NOT going" her tone sounds dark who the hell would argue with that? "I could never do that to Rach, she's been through to much already."

"yeah." I agree before I get a serious thought "even though she would probably be willing to do a little musical number to go along with our clapping." Quinn solemnly nods she knows I'm right and if we told Rach she would start choreography right now.

"Quinn" I try to be serious again. "it's ok to feel bad, it doesn't make you a bad person ok? it just means that you're the bigger person."

After a few beats of silence I hear a soft "Thanks San" and I squeeze her shoulder in recognition. After a little more silence I hear "I fucking hate him" hissed out on my right side in a voice that sounds like it doesn't even belong to Quinn. Girl preach.

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RPOV

I'm not sure how but I managed to convince Quinn to spend the night with Britt and Santana so I could spend some time with my father…of course I didn't really specify which dad I think as I pull up the hood on Quinn's cheerio sweatshirt and silently slip out my front door.

I'm more than a little upset even though I have no reason to be, no screw that I'm still mad. I've been spending almost all of my free time with my dad telling him about my day, Quinn, school, everything! But what do I get? Not a damn thing! Just a mute dad who doesn't do a damn thing but stare at egg shell walls that are apparently more important than me.

But after just one talk with Quinn and Santana he's fine? That's crap! I bet they drugged him. Before the funeral he had never even mat Santana and now he's her confidant? No Buenos!

I'm so consumed with my rage that I don't notice the tall blonde dancer trailing a few steps behind me.

I try to push all the negative thoughts rushing through my head as I make my way through the cemetery to my father's tombstone. The closer I get the heavier my feet are getting and I think I can hear my heart beat in my ears that's normal right?

As thoughts of my childhood rush to the forefront of my brain I'm struggling to keep the promise I made myself that I wouldn't cry. I reach out and touch the cold marble of his stone and just like that I'm done for. I can feel my knees shaking before they buckle under my weight.

I think my body is secretly relived I've needed this for days now but I keep ignoring my feelings. Right as I'm going down and I'm bracing myself to connect with the cold muddy ground I'm entrapped in two warm arms. I'm not even sure who it is but I don't care right now all I know is that some ones holding me and I don't have to do this part alone.

I can hear some soft hushes but I can't make out the voices until my sobs even out, britt?

"I I I miss him so much." I struggle to get out. "Aaand Finn's an ass" I add for good measure

"I know, I know" she hushes me running her fingers through my hair.

"I I I love him an and I never got to to tttell him." I'm hiccupping so hard it's a wonder I can even get words out. "Shh hunny he knew, you showed it everyday. I promise he knew." She coos over and over again directly in my ear.

Even though I really really wish I would have called Quinn before this little field trip I've never been more thankful for Britt.

" I miss him" I whisper like it's a secret when the tears stop "I know but he's always with you he would never completely leave you." Brittany says in her most serious voice.

She hugs me harder and starts to slowly rock us effectively calming me down. Even though I really miss Quinn B is a really good back up.

"Hey rach when I'm sad I like to feed the ducks with Sanny it really helps. Wanna go tomorrow? We don't have to talk about any sad stuff either."

Yep B is definitely the best back up.