Don't Own, Not Getting Paid, Mistakes Are All My Doing, Still Hoping U Enjoy...

"Berry!" Quinn screeched raising partially off her floral couch.

Santana found herself bringing her brother to Quinn's house instead of immediately heading home. She still didn't know how she was going to tell her him about their parents , besides she hadn't been in the house during daylight hours since she'd arrived. After telling both her blonde friends about what had transpired between her and the petite singer they'd both stared at her, that was until Quinn's very vocal outburst.

"Jeeez, Q, don't act so surprise. I like girls, Berry's a girl and she's not like a complete troll and she must of learned something these past 6 years because she's no slouch in the sack..." She answered after listening carefully to see if Quinn's screech woke Mateo up.

"Ewww! My ears! No need to elaborate..." Quinn plugged her pointer fingers in her ears childishly.

"You and Rachie had sexy time? No fair! Every time I asked she told me no..." Brittany chimed in from beside Quinn pouting.

"You want to sleep with Rachel?" "She said no...?" They asked of the dancer in near unison.

"Yea, yea...she said we weren't that kind of friend. Does that mean that you guys are that kind of friends?"

"No. It was a drunken mistake, it's not gonna happen again! We're gonna pretend to be Susy Homemakers for a few months and then she's gonna disappear."

"But Sanny, you and Rachel would be so hot."

"Britt!" Quinn interrupted shaking her head.

"Me and anyone equals hot." Santana smirked leaning back.

"Oh my god...! Britt, when do you fly back?" Quinn asked changing the subject before her two best friends embarrassed her further.

"Q, don't be such a prune, sex is sexy." Brittany smiled

"It's prude, Britt and I'm not one. I mean David and I are expecting a child." The blonde lovingly rubbed her barely bulging belly.

"Yeah, Q we all know you gets your freak on, you just don't like to hear about our escapades...that does kinda make you a little prudish...or a hypocrite." Santana rolled her eyes. Same ol' Q. She was always so holier-than-thou, sure she wasn't as big a bitch as she had been in high school, but she still had her moments and Santana was always there to call her on it, it was what friends were for.

"So, are you gonna apologize to Rachie?"

"Apologize?"

" Yea S, I mean Berry is helping you and from what you've said you were really kind of mean to her this afternoon an-"

"It's Berry...and I don't apologize..."

"Really ungrateful, S." Quinn slowly shook her head.

"Oh give me a break Q, like you're so much different than me?"

"Actually, I am... I'm not the one who just called the woman helping me to keep my brother a troll. I may not be a member of Rachel's fan club, but she did everything she said she was going to do and without compromising. That takes more...guts than any of us probably have and quite frankly I'm proud of her...I'm proud she was one of us."

Santana opened and closed her mouth struggling for a retort to Quinn's confession. She had to admit that secretly she too was proud of Rachel's success especially since she never seemed to gloat that she'd "made it". She also had to admit that Rachel was helping her...a lot. She been seconds away from allowing her brother to be placed in a home because she doubted herself so much. Rachel came in and took control of the situation like it mattered to her, when truthfully whether she raised Matteo or not wouldn't effect Rachel's life in the slightest. Rachel had helped her cuz she was a good person and all she'd done in thanks was scowl at and insult her.

"San, stop making fishy faces and go apologize to Rachie, then you guys can be special friends and have more sexy times..." Brittany smiled nodding sagely.

"Britt!" Both girls flushed embarrassed.

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Leroy Berry paced the small walking area in front of their couch and struggled to find the words he wanted to say. He ran a hand over his bald brown head and looked between his daughter and his husband sitting next to her, her small hand clutched in his.

"Rachel, honey I'm sure this constitutes some kind of fraud...I know you want to help, but I'm not sure you've thought this through..."

"I know what I'm doing Dad, I know you're worried, but I didn't tell you so you could try to talk me out of helping Santana, I told you because you're my Daddies and I may need your help." She nervously smoothed a hand down her pinstriped pencil skirt.

"You know we'll do anything to-" Hiram started.

"No." Leroy grunted halting his movements , keeping brown eyes trained on his little girl.

"Leroy!" Hiram raised a bushy brown eyebrow at him, but he jutted out his chin determined not to fold.

"No, Hiram. Rachel, I think this is a mistake. Nothing you've ever said about Santana Lopez leads me to believe that she deserves you lying for her, much less us lying for her. Look, I'm sorry for her loss and I wish no ill on her or her brother, but dammit, No."

"Dad, you taught me that everyone deserves forgiveness...high school was so long ago, it doesn't matter. Doesn't that mean Santana deserves forgiveness? And if I'm in the position to help her, shouldn't I?"

"Rachel..." Leroy pleaded. He didn't really want to argue with their daughter, but he was adamant about this. He knew Rachel. He knew that she was just like Hiram, they both had such big hearts, such a huge capacity for love and forgiveness, but also for being hurt. All he saw at the end of Rachel's harebrained plan was her getting hurt. He couldn't call himself a good father if he sat back and allowed it to just happen, even if his little girl thought she was doing what was right.

"...Rachel, what about your life in New York? Don't you have a new play beginning rehearsal soon?" He asked changing his tactics.

"It's been handled, Dad." Rachel avoided his gaze and he knew there was more she wasn't saying.

"Leroy, it's not our place to dictate to Rachel what is the right choice for her. You don't have to agree, but we're a family and I for one am sticking by her." Hiram glanced up at him with hard brown eyes and he felt himself begin to fold. He could never stay his ground when it came to the both of them and it made him frustrated that they were teaming up on him in this manner.

"I don't approve Rach, honey," Leroy knelt in from of his small family and gently clasped his daughter's small hands in both his large ones, "but, I love you baby, more than anything and if this is what you want then I only have one condition..."

Little Filler With Some UnHoly Trinity and Rachel's Dads...

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