AN: Okay so I've decided to write a coming out chapter, which is the following. Now I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure that this is the first time I've written anything in which Quinn comes out to her parents. That said, I hope I did a good job.

Warning: There are a lot of tears in this one. Whether they are happy tears of sad tears I will not say, but there are tears.

In the still of the night Quinn held Rachel tightly in her arms. They were cuddled up together and were about to go to sleep, but Quinn could not find it in herself to close her eyes. She let her hand slide down Rachel's stomach until found her hand. She took it within her own and gave it a light squeeze. "Rach, are you awake?"

"Hm, yeah," she answered, shifting in Quinn's arms so she could look at her. "Is something wrong?"

"No, not really. I just… I want to come out to my parents." Although she couldn't see it, Quinn could imagine the shocked expression on Rachel's face. And the picture she envisioned had in fact been quite correct.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked while turning on her bedside lamp.

Quinn took a deep breath before answering. "No," she admitted, her voice shaking. "But I want to, and I think it's the right thing to do." She wanted to avoid looking into those deep, brown pools of concern. Keeping eye contact would only mean that Rachel would be able to see how terrified she was. But Quinn had to stay strong. "You have been the most perfect thing to happen in my life. And sometimes we have these too good to be true moments, and I get so afraid that I'm going to wake up and find out that it was all just a dream. I never do though. But I realized that none of these special moments ever happened at my house, and I…"

"Quinn, that's not true. We shared our first kiss at your place, and the first time you asked me out was at your place too."

"That's two moments Rachel. Two." Rachel tried to come up with something else, but she couldn't. She shut her mouth and allowed Quinn to continue. "We've been together for six years, Rachel. Six years; some couples at school haven't even known each other for that long. But they don't have to hide, and I don't want to hide either." Her voice began to break and a few tears were falling down her face but Quinn pushed on. "And telling my parents is the first step to that, I think." As she finished, Quinn broke down into sobs. Rachel gently wrapped Quinn in her arms and rocked the two of them.

"It's okay Quinn, it's okay," she cooed. If this is what you want to do then we'll to it. Together."

After a while Quinn's crying subsided. She broke away from Rachel but only long enough for her to ask "Hold me tonight?"

"Of course." Quinn turned around so that she was the small spoon. Rachel reached for her lamp to shut off the light and then wrapped her arms around her girlfriend. "Now go to sleep. We can talk more in the morning." She kissed Quinn on the top of her head before snuggling into her. Quinn closed her eyes and soon drifted off into a deep slumber.

The following morning, the pair agreed that it would be better to come out sooner rather than later and that they would do so later in the day. The drive over was silent. Neither knew what to say, and both knew that there really wasn't anything to say. They had, in a way, prepared for this moment. Quinn already had a drawer full of her belongings at Rachel's, mostly because she spent so much time over there, and they had previously had a discussion with Rachel's fathers' about the option of Quinn moving in if she were ever to be kicked out. Under no circumstances would Quinn become homeless, but that wasn't the true issue anyway.

As Quinn started towards the front porch of her home she started feeling sick. She wanted to run, but as fingers interlaced with hers, she knew that she could do this. Quinn was still afraid, but with Rachel at her side, anything was possible. Quinn held onto Rachel's hand for support, but also as a reminder that she wasn't going to their relationship from her parents any longer.

Inside, the two of them found Judy Fabray lounging in the living room, a book in her lap. With a squeeze of her hand, Rachel encouraged Quinn forward. "Mom?" Quinn called, gaining Judy's attention. "Is dad home? I need to talk to the two of you."

A look of worry crossed Judy's features before she answered. "I believe your father's in his study. Russell?! Your daughter needs to speak with you!" After calling out for her husband Judy brought her attention back to her daughter. "What's the problem dear?"

"I should tell you and dad together," Quinn murmured.

Judy looked confused but she didn't question her daughter's request. A moment later, Russell Fabray came into the room. At the sight he saw, a look that mimicked the one his wife wore fell upon his face. "Quinn, sweetheart, what's the matter?"

"Mom, Dad, there's something I need to tell you," Quinn started, her voice already starting to break. "I don't know how best to say this and I'm sorry about keeping it a secret for so long, but I was afraid about how you would react. See, the thing is Rachel; Rachel's not just my friend. She's a lot more important to me than that."

"Quinn, darling, what do you mean?"

"She's my girlfriend, mom." Tears spilled out of Quinn's eyes as she saw her mother recoil at her words. "I'm gay, and I love Rachel." Judy began shaking her head. Russell remained stoic. "I just want you to know that this doesn't change anything; I'm still your little girl and I still love you… do you still love me? Mom? Dad?"

"I…I…" Judy broke down into sobs. Russell was still silent, his expression blank.

"Dad, please say something," Quinn pleaded. "Say anything." He looked at, but then turned away and returned to his study. "Dad, don't go! Please Daddy!" She chased after him, letting go of Rachel's hand for the first time since she got home. Her efforts to catch up with her father were stopped though when she felt a hand around her forearm.

"Just go to your room Quinn," Judy told her. "Your father and I will talk about this."

Quinn broke away with a sob before running upstairs. Rachel followed after and found her girlfriend sitting at the edge of her bed as she cried her eyes out. She sat beside her and pulled her into her embrace. "I'm sorry Quinn. I'm so sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry for anything Rachel. None of this is your fault. And thank you, for being here and for letting me do all the talking. I know how hard it must have been for you."

"Shush, you shouldn't be worrying about me right now." Quinn nodded her weak agreement and let Rachel hold for a few moments. Once she believed that she was calm enough, she broke awake from her girlfriend's arms.

"We should probably start packing my stuff." Rachel opened her mouth to disagree, to say that there was no assurance that she was going to get kicked out, but she knew that there was no assurance of the opposite as well. They gathered whatever luggage they could find and started packing Quinn's belongings, beginning with the essentials. They moved quickly with little noise.

"What are you doing?" Quinn and Rachel halted in their movements at the unexpected sound of Russell's voice. She dropped the dress she was currently holding onto the bed. Rachel came up to her, partially placing herself between Quinn and her father. She took hold of Quinn's hand and made no show of ever letting go.

"Packing," Quinn answered as she held back renewed sobs. "You want me gone, don't you?" Russell stepped towards her. At the same moment, Rachel did as well in an effort to shield her girlfriend. But the unexpected happened; Russell reached out for Quinn and took her into his arms.

"That's not true Quinn," he told her as she soothing rubbed her back. "Neither I nor your mother would never throw you out." He let out a sigh. "I'm sorry about early. It's just… I've had a feeling about this for a while, but even then it's still come as a bit of a shock. You'll have to forgive us if it takes us a while to get used to this, but you should know that your mother and I love you very much and we always will." Russell beckoned Rachel over and then hugged her as well. They stayed like that for a while before pulling apart. "Rachel, would you like to stay for dinner?"

"I'd- I'd love, Mr. Fabray."

Later in the day Quinn was a bit emotional. She cried a lot, although these were happy tears. She and Rachel were to have one of their Skype sessions with Frannie, and thought that it would be a good opportunity to tell her sister about what happened. She tried to clean herself up, but her face was still tearstained when she opened up the call. Her sister's reaction was predictable.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Frannie asked worriedly. "What happened? Why are you crying?" She desperately wanted to reach out to her sister. She could only take comfort in knowing that Rachel was there with Quinn. Rachel had always been the only person who could help calm Quinn down better than Frannie.

"I told mom and dad."

"What are you talking about? You told them what…" Slowly, realization came to her. Her eyes went wide and her hands flew to her mouth as she gasped. "Oh no. Why did you do that?! You should have called me first! I could have talked to them first; helped them understand! If you're lucky they'll probably ship you off to boarding school, if not then-"

"Frannie wait!" Quinn yelled at her. "These are happy tears," she told her, pointing at her face. "Well, they're mostly happy tears at least." She managed to give out a laugh which left Frannie confused. "They're not kicking me out sis." Quinn watched her sister with a soft smile as her words slowly registered in Frannie's head.

"They're not?"

"No."

"And they're not shipping you away? Or planning to burn you like a witch?"

"No. At first I was afraid that they were, and I started packing," Quinn explained. "But then Dad came to talk to me and he told me that he and Mom would love me no matter what. He even asked Rachel to stay over for dinner." As she mentioned her name, Quinn looked over to her girlfriend. She grabbed her and pulled Rachel into her lap. "Everything worked out okay Frannie. You have nothing to worry about."

"You should have seen her," Rachel added. "Quinn was so brave."

"I'm sure she was," Frannie agreed. "You still should have called me; I would have helped in any way I could."

"I know, but I'm growing up; we're growing up," she said, emphasizing the 'us' by giving Rachel a squeeze. "You won't always be there to protect us like you have for the past six years. I know you'll always try and we appreciate everything that you've done for us."

"We might not have gotten this far without you."

"I highly doubt that," Frannie replied with a chuckle. "The two of you know what you want, and you can be pretty stubborn about it."

"Perhaps," Rachel shrugged her agreement. "Regardless though, you still played a big part in getting us together. So thank you Frannie."

"Yeah sis. Thanks. Because of you, I was able to find the love of my life."

AN: Loved it? Hated it? Was there enough fluff? (I kind of doubt there was) Like I said, I don't think I've written one of these before.

I still have some ideas, but the one I really want to write has a specific date; Rachel's birthday, and I kind of want to post in on her birthday but that's a long way away.

In other news Marvel's Agents of S.H.E.I.L.D It looks promising and fun, but I'm not sure if it has what it takes.