Author's Note:

Thank you all for your great reviews and it is so gratifying to know that readers like this little story. I realise I haven't really been delving into the other characters that much, but whenever I watch Glee it really bugs me that Quinn is extremely under-played, so I'm really just repaying the favour! The only good moment I've been able to find between Quinn and Will in the series was the comment at the end of her singing Never Can Say Goodbye. You might have noticed by my choice of the baby's name, I love me a bit of Firefly and therefore, I loathe FOX. So, I'm doing what they should have done and paid a bit more attention to Miss Quinn Fabray!

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Four hours later…

How does Love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek-
The haughty heart grown humble; in the tender
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendour;
In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
In all fair things to one belovèd face;
In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
In looks and lips that can no more dissemble-
Thus doth Love speak.

~ Love's Language (E. Wheeler Wilcox)

"I love you, baby, so much," Will mumbled to Quinn from his place pressed against her bare collarbone.

"I love you too, Will."

Upon hearing her reply, Will moved lower and took one of her breasts into his mouth to suck and kiss her tender nipple while his hand massaged and teased the other. The primal moans coming out of his lover were not even found in nature and that just enhanced her lover's ardour even more. It was only when Will unintentionally bit down hard on her sensitive breast that she began to cry in pain, not pleasure, yet the perpetrator found that when he heard her reaction, blood euphorically shot to his groin and he hardened painfully fast.

Quinn was lying beneath the man she loved with all her heart and felt comfortable being vulnerable before, but when she felt him bite her and subsequently thrust at her, she felt fear for the first time with Will Schuester. He swiftly tore her panties from her and without warning or tender caresses entered her violently. It was inconceivable to her why Will wasn't acting like his gentle and loving self but instead was reminding her more of another sexual experience from her past that he had vowed she would never endure again.

"Will, what?" Quinn moaned, the pain from his abrupt entry starting to manifest.

"Shut up, Quinn, just stop talking and lie there." Will heard himself utter cruelly to his partner.

As he continued to thrust up into her sweet, warm wetness that felt so good as it coated him and embraced his manhood, he felt her relinquish control and go limp. What amazed him was that he didn't care that she was probably weeping above him and just passively receiving his motions in silence. All Will could concentrate on in that moment was how Quinn Fabray was everything he had ever dreamed about in his life and right at that moment he was getting closer and closer to his climax because of how divine she felt as he writhed above her.

"Oh God, you're so perfect," Will panted, "you are the most perfect woman on Earth! Turn over."

"What?" Quinn asked perplexed.

"Turn over, Quinn, right now."

She did as she was bid and bared her ass to him so he could slap it and grope it to his groin's content. It wasn't long before she became aware of him re-entering her and penetrating her harder and faster. She prayed that he would not be too far off from his orgasm and that he wouldn't expect her to come with him. It seemed that she was entirely correct, for within minutes, Will's thrusts became sporadic and she felt him shudder and spew into her before rolling away callously.

It was then that she began her own assault. She may have acted the passive lover for the man who raped her, but that was to protect her daughter. She had no cause to be so lacklustre and victimised with Will, so she fought back. Her fists pounded into his flawless chest and her nails scratched at his skin taking blood for blood and flesh for flesh.

Will took the pain, quite relishing the fire he had managed to ignite within Quinn, but when one of her closed fists made contact with his jaw, he bellowed in pain and the dolorous tinges of regret began to take root in his mind and heart.

"No!" Will roared as he was roused from sleep.

He couldn't wrap his head around what he had just experienced in his dreamscape. It was unbearable – the thought that he might treat Quinn in such a cold and brutal manner. It was only as his precious lover entered his mind that he realised it was she who had woken him from his nightmare.

"Baby, what's the matter? You were shouting in your sleep."

"It was just a dream, Quinn," Will whispered, still recovering from the visions, "just a dream…"

"Well whatever you dreamed about upset you, so tell me about it. Let me help you."

He nodded and glanced about him, looking down the hall before rising to shut the blinds and perch on Quinn's bed with his head laid against her full breast like a child. The dream had frightened him. He had caused the love of his life pain and suffering and that was unacceptable to him and completely devastating.

"I dreamt that I made you feel like he did that night. You were in pain and I didn't stop and…I liked it. You fought back and that's when I woke up." Will told her frankly.

Quinn's face blanched at learning what the broken man whose hair she was stroking had dreamed about. She never wanted to think about the night she was raped ever again and Will had been great at distracting her from her innermost pain, but she hadn't considered how much their new relationship and him caring for her the way he did would lead to Will feeling so hurt and betrayed, even by his own thoughts.

"Hush now," she soothed, "it was only a dream, Will. I know with every fibre of my being that you would never hurt me and really, you know that too. You know that you'd never hurt someone you care about, love, even because if you didn't you would not be in my arms right now…where you should be."

"I do love you, Quinn, so much. You'll never know how much you and Kayleigh mean to me and how much my continued existence depends on you two just being safe and happy and mine." Will expounded, fighting past the tears.

As Quinn saw the tears fester in Will's eyes, her own postpartum hormones kicked up a notch and salt water began to well in her own eyes before it dripped from the orbs down her face and onto Will's hair.

"Don't cry, sweetheart. Not because of me." Will said, caressing her face gently and kissing away her tears, "I love you too much to see you cry."

"Sorry, it's just the hormones."

"There's no need to apologise. I love you for the hormonal, the sweet, the kind, the caring and the drop-dead gorgeous woman, girlfriend and mother that you are. Never apologise to anyone for who you are, Quinn, because you are truly perfect and I cannot wait to take my perfect girlfriend and my more-than-perfect daughter home and just be a family with you both."

"That sounds like something from a dream." Quinn agreed with a serene and content smile spreading across her face.

"It's our dream. We'll have it and everything else I can give you, but I truly am sorry we'll have to dream – and live – in secret." Will apologised, never truly forgetting that what he and Quinn had and yearned for was forbidden and unlawful. She deserved everything in life including the ability to walk in public with the man she loved and hold his hand and kiss him openly, without the fear of discovery or persecution.

She pouted, "As long as I have you and Kayleigh and our family, I'll be the happiest woman alive, Will. Don't fret about my happiness because we have to live with lies and secrets. You are the love of my life and I adore our daughter, so what do I have to complain about? Absolutely nothing. If it bothers you, though, I can transfer to Carmel for senior year and I won't be your student anymore. You have given me so much that I don't mind getting out of McKinley. It might even be a good thing for me; I can start anew."

The cogs in Will's head began to whizz and whirr at the speed of light when she suggested leaving the school and more importantly, New Directions, of which she would not be able to be a member anymore if she attended Carmel. He speedily weighed the pros and cons but he knew that he spent so much time and energy on New Directions at McKinley High that if she wasn't with him during the day, their nights would be spent with him regaling her of what he and her former schoolmates had done and she would be omitted from that important aspect of their lives.

"No, Quinn," Will admonished, "I can't let you do that. I want to spend all my days with you and all my nights. I want to see you sing and dance – only with Kurt, though – in New Directions. You are not going to Carmel and you are definitely not joining Vocal Adrenaline. I promise not to order you about, Quinn, but that is final on that matter."

She giggled hysterically at his cute indignation, "Fine. I won't. I'll stay with you at McKinley, if it makes you happy. Honestly Will, the way your brow pinches and your eyes ignite when you're annoyed about something is the sweetest and most handsome thing I've ever seen."

He kissed her passionately with a four-pronged smile being created between them as they both grinned against the other's lips. While he was caught up in the ecstatic emotions and sensations swirling around in his mind that always accompanied kissing Quinn, an idea that made his grin widen popped into his head, interrupting all other thoughts of pleasure.

"Let's keep us quiet then," Will suggested, "just for a year until you've graduated. Then we can get out of Lima and go wherever we want, do whatever we want. We could even get married."

"That sounds like a perfect plan," Quinn assented, "I should like to leave Ohio. Go to New York, maybe."

Quinn oddly pushed him away once she spoke and gestured for him to return to his chair, before pressing a button beside her which brought a nurse in.

She said to the woman, "I would like to discharge myself, please. I'm going home."