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What If: Russell begged for forgiveness.

jupiter01 asked "What if Russell approved of Quinn and Rachel's relationship and was actually a supportive father. Where he is OK with Maddie and never kicks Quinn out. Or what about if Russell asked forgiveness from them years later.

Well I don't think I'll write the first one as I think if he didn't kick Quinn out, Faberry wouldn't have happened in my story. I do however like the idea of Russell coming to terms with the girls, and I don't think I've read a story where this has actually happened before, or I could just have a terrible memory. I will have a go at writing something here, I'm not sure how it's going to go, but we'll see.

2022

Quinn and Brooke are laughing as they walk out of her office with coffee cups in both of their hands. They had just finished a shoot and the pictures turned out brilliantly, so both of them were happy with their work which will bring in some good money for the studio. Quinn however, stops suddenly, making Brooke who was a step behind her almost bump into her. "Woah, mind your step Q." She says as she wipes some of the coffee that spilled off her hand. "What's up?"

She follows Quinn's line of sight towards the entrance to the studio where a tall bulky blonde man is stood with his hands in his pocket as he looks at the woman in front of him whom he hasn't seen for almost 12 years. Russell Fabray was now looking at his youngest daughter, the girl he threw out on the street when he found out she was pregnant at 15. "Hello Quinn." He says as he finally finds his voice.

Quinn swallows hard and turns on her heel and walks back into her office, slamming the door loudly, leaving Brooke to deal with the man in front of her. "Can I help you sir?" She asks as she sees the man's head fall to his chest when he sees Quinn's reaction to him being there.

"I am..." He trails off when the door to the office swings open and Brooke's eyes widen at the look in Quinn's eyes having only seen the nice, calm and sweet side to the Fabray woman. She's heard about the HBIC though and here in front of her was that woman. Quinn storms her way over to the taller man and raises her hand and brings it down hard on his cheek. His hand covers his face where his daughter has just slapped him.

"What are you fucking doing here?" She shouts out loud making him step back and Brooke's eyes widen even more.

"Quinn, I came to talk to you."

She lets out a loud and unfeeling laugh. "Well talk. WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT?" He swallows and closes his eyes.

"I'm sick. I've got lung cancer." He sighs. "I bumped into Elijah Berry the other day, I saw in the papers you married his daughter." She was shocked at the lack of hatred or disgust in his voice. "He said you were in New York and happy. I'm here to make it up to you. To get to know the daughter that I failed."

She shakes her head. "You threw me out when I was 15 years old Russell." Brooke gasps when she realises who this man is in front of her. "What makes you think that I'm going to care that you're sick?"

"Because you are nothing like me." He replies and she sighs. "Please Quinn. Give me half an hour. If you don't believe I am willing to make up for mistakes by then you can kick me out. Please Quinn. I am begging you to give me half an hour." She runs a hand through her hair and nods and holds up her hand with 1 finger up as she turns towards Brooke.

"You okay?" Brooke asks softly and Quinn shakes her head.

"Can you stay? I'll talk to him in the office, but... I might need you here to stop me from killing him." Brooke chuckles and nods before leaning forward and kissing her best friend on the forehead.

"Of course Q." She says as she looks over Quinn's shoulder and glares at the other man. "I'll be over sorting out the equipment for the next shoot. Call if you need me." Brooke walks away leaving Quinn on her own with Russell. She motions for him to follow her and she walks into the office and sits down behind the desk leaving the seat on the other side open for him.

"Is this place yours?" He asks as he takes in all of the pictures around the office, especially the family ones which some include Quinn.

She nods. "I started renting it 5 years ago now nearly, brought it 2 years ago." She explains.

"Good. So... you're a photographer?" She rolls her eyes at this. "I'm sorry Quinn, I'm struggling to get past the small talk."

She nods in understanding. "Yes I'm a photographer. I studied at Harvard though."

"You went to Harvard?" He asks his eyes shining with joy and she can see how proud he is of her.

"I did. It was hard juggling school and a 2 year old but I managed it. Here I am." She replies holding her arms out gesturing to the studio.

"You kept your baby?" He asks. He knew the answer however wanted to here it from Quinn's mouth.

She nods and looks down at the picture on her desk. "I did. She's nearly 12 now." She explains and looks up to catch the smile on her fathers face. "Dad, is it true?"

He nods slowly. "I have suffered for the last 5 years with my health, Dylan dragged me to the doctors last month and they found out I had lung cancer. They're still doing tests. I don't know what's going to happen, if I will have to fight it but as soon as I bumped into Elijah Berry I knew I had to come to New York and try and sort things out with you."

"Would you have done this if it wasn't for your health?" He looks down at his hands and shakes his head.

"No. Look Quinn." He mumbles as he looks back up at his youngest. "I don't agree with your lifestyle or the fact that you got pregnant when you were only a baby still." She almost growls at that comment but he holds up his hand to stop her. "No, let me talk. I don't agree with it, I don't know if I will be able to agree with it, but I want to try. For my sake, for yours and for your daughters sake as well. I would love to meet my granddaughter."

Quinn smiles softly. "Grandchildren." His eyes widen almost comically and she nods at the question in his eyes. "I have four children now."

"F...Four?" He replies barely hiding his stutter over the large number.

"I had a daughter 2 years ago and my wife has just had our latest babies. Fraternal twins." She explains and he sits back absorbing the news. "Are you okay there?"

He nods and chuckles lightly. "It's taken me 12 years to come to terms with your first child, now there's 3 more?" He smiles. "I would love to get to know them all."

She nods. "Does Dylan know you are here?"

He nods and smiles. "She's here in New York with my actually. She's always missed her baby sister." He explains. "We haven't told her husband though."

"Probably best. He hated me more than you did."

"I never hated you Quinnie. Please never think that. You made a mistake and I reacted horribly. I... I'm sorry." She looks away trying to hide the tears. She has waited years for this and now all her christmases have come at once.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive you, but I do have to thank you." He furrows his brow in confusion. "If you hadn't have kicked me out, I wouldn't have had the courage to go and ask out my wife. I would have never have moved into the Berry house and I would have not been the person I am today. My mistake and your reaction has made me the person I am today. I wouldn't have my babies if it wasn't for that moment."

"I am glad to here that in a way. I think." He says making her chuckle. "Can you tell me about my grandkids?" She gets the framed picture off her desk and hands it to him. It's one of the latest pictures where Madeline is holding Grace, and Rachel and Quinn were holding the twins. He runs a finger over the picture and smiles down at the scene. "They're beautiful Quinn."

She smiles proudly. "The girl in the middle is obviously my eldest. Madeline Sofia Fabray. She's nearly 12 now." She explains. "The little girl on her lap is Grace, she's now 2. According to everyone, especially mom, she is apparently my clone."

He nods. "She is. I think I would have trouble telling you two apart when you were this age."

"The baby in my arms is Jacob. My son." She says proudly. "The baby in Rachel's arms is Olivia." He smiles.

"So your wife had the twins?" He asks and she nods.

"She did. Bloody frightened us though. I don't know if we were quite ready for two more babies when we got her pregnant."

"Is the father in their lives?" She swallows loudly and stares him down. She knew something like this was going to come up. He had started off so well as well and now was asking a question which she was sure was going to start an argument.

"No. Madeline's father is, however the youngest three we used a sperm bank."

"They should know their father Quinn."

She shakes her head. "It didn't do me any harm Russell." She replies cooly trying to put an end to it. "Plus, they're not low on male parental figures. They have Madeline's father in their lives if they need him, we have plenty of male friends who dote on those kids." She sighs. "They already have two parents who love them in their lives. They don't need a third." He goes to reply but she stops him. "No. End of conversation, my children do not go without. Jacob will be raised into a good man. He will protect his mother and his sisters with everything in him and he will be more of a man than you ever were."

She knows she's hit a sore spot when he takes a deep breath and stops himself from replying with something equally as cutting. He looks down at the picture and nods. "I apologise Quinn. I stepped out of line."

"Yes you did."

"How long have you been married now?"

She smiles. "4 years now."

"But you've been together since High School?" He asks and she looks at him a second to see if he's actually interested and is shocked to see he is.

"We were together for two years in High School. I went to Harvard and she came here to New York." She explains. "We broke up for 3 1/2 years and got back together, when was it 2016 I believe and got married in 2018."

"She's a singer isn't she?"

"She's on Broadway. In the show Wicked as one of the main stars. She's one of the biggest stars in Broadway at the moment, she's won so many awards."

"You sound very proud."

She nods happily. "Of course I am. She's fantastic at what she does. I try to go see the show like every two weeks and it just gets better every time."

"I would love to meet her." She stares at him not quite believing what he said. "I truly mean it Quinn. She's a big part of your life. I wouldn't dream of meeting your children and not meeting her as well."

She smiles at him slowly and stares at him in shock. "That would be lovely. I will be bringing my best friends though. If you say anything to Rae, Santana will be on you in a second and you will regret saying anything."

He chuckles. "Santana Lopez I assume?" She nods. "She was always a delightful girl."

She nods. "She's calmer now, however fiercely protective over me and my wife."

"Got it." He says running a hand through his hair. "Is it alright if Dylan comes too? I promise she'll be on her best behaviour. I'm pretty sure she used to be scared of Santana when she was younger so I'll make sure to send her that threat." Quinn laughs and nods.

"Of course. One second." She jots down an address and hands it over to him. "Here's a restaurant that we got to all the time. Our friends own it and we'll get a room for ourselves which will be good for a conversation such as this. I will probably leave the babies at home for this occasion if that's alright?" She asks and he nods. "Get to see if this works before I bring them into the equastion.

"That sounds great Quinn. Thank you sweetheart."

Quinn walks into the restaurant her left hand intwined with Rachel's and on her right hip is Grace. Madeline is behind them her hands into her pockets as she nervously watches her parents enter the restaurant. They had decided to bring Grace along, however left the twins with Puck as they didn't think they needed to be around an atmosphere that could turn out really tense. Santana and Brittany were already at the restaurant, having text Quinn 10 minutes ago asking where she was. Truthfully they were still sat in the car, Rachel pep talking her wife, trying to give her the courage to cope with tonight.

Quinn still hadn't told Judy about meeting up with Russell and tonight Dylan, and she felt like she was betraying the older woman. They wanted to make sure it wasn't going to turn out bad before they told Judy.

Quinn shakes hands with their friends Matthew & Charlie, one of the first couples the girls had met when they got back together. Matthew shows them to their room and Quinn chuckles when she sees the scene. Brittany is sat looking animately between the two sides of the table. Sat next to her is Santana who is glaring at Dylan and Russell with fire in her eyes and the other two were staring back at Santana daring her to say something. Russell turns around when he hears the door open and he smiles brightly at the women.

Santana takes Grace from Quinn's arms and kisses the top of the girls head before keeping the toddler occupied. Madeline sits down next to Brittany and Rachel and Quinn take their position at the top of the table. "Thank you for coming Quinn." Russell says as he takes in table of women, two of whom are his grandchildren.

"It's okay. Uh, I better introduce everyone then." She says nervously and takes Rachel's hand above the table, not caring that two of the people in the room were known homophobes and would probably not like this display of affection. "This is my wife, Rachel. Rae this is my father Russell and my sister Dylan."

"Nice to meet you sir." She doesn't even bother to acknowledge Dylan, after their little tift through facebook when Quinn wrote about Madeline's birth.

"You too Rachel."

"I assume you remember Santana and Brittany. Our best friends." They both nod and both sides of the table glare at each other making Quinn and Rachel smile at each other. "That beautiful girl is my Madeline and the baby girl is Grace."

"They look just like you." Dylan says as she smiles at the blonde girls.

"Oh yeah I know. I'm not sure if dad told you. We also have two more children. Jacob & Olivia." Quinn says knowing her dad didn't seem to pay as much attention to the news about the twins as he did with Grace & Madeline.

"He told me. Babies still right?"

Quinn nods and smiles brightly. "Only a few months old yeah." She takes a sip of the water that was already on the table for them. "How are you doing Dylan?" She frowns when Dylan just glares at her. "Do you and your husband have any kids?"

Dylan looks down at her hands and shakes her head. "I can't."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." Quinn says softly. "Have you thought about adopting?" Dylan shakes her head with a sure look on her face. "Why not?"

"The child won't be mine." Dylan explains and Rachel lets out a little laugh as well as Santana. "What?"

"It will be yours." Rachel explains. "Probably more so than if you gave birth to the child." She takes a sip of the drink in front of her. "People everyday have children without actually being ready or sure if they can cope with them and a lot are not able to. You might not physically be able to bore a child however you can sure as hell if a little boy or girl a good home. I was adopted by my fathers, and I was loved so much."

"I... I never thought of it like that."

Rachel smiles and when the waiter comes they all order their dinner.

"So Madeline." Russell begins and Madeline looks up at him with wide eyes. "How are you doing in school?"

She smiles and nods. "Good thank you sir. I'm top of my class."

"She's exceptionally smart Mr Fabray." Rachel says proudly as she looks at her daughter. "Just like her mother."

"Do you have any idea what you want to do with your future yet?" He asks and the other women at the table, bar Dylan and Grace laugh out loud.

"She's 11 years old dad. She has 7 years to decide what she wants to do." She rolls her eyes. "Knowing Maddie though it'll be something very impressive."

Later that night Rachel is putting Grace into her car seat, whilst Quinn was saying goodbye to her father and Dylan. She is stood there, her hands deep in her jeans pockets as she struggles for the words.

"Thank you for allowing this to happen today Quinn. It is nice to see you happy." Russell says and Quinn can see he means it even though he still doesn't agree with her and Rachel.

"Thank you dad. That means a lot." She turns to Dylan. "It was nice to see you again Dylan. I hope you think about adopting. You will make a very good mother."

Dylan smiles. "I will think about it yes. I'm not sure how he'll take the idea." She looks down at her hands.

"Well you're an aunt now. You can prove to him you will be a good mother." She smiles. "I better get going. I've got to go pick up my babies. Talk to you both soon." With that she turns on her heel and walks up to her car and gets into the passenger seat. "Hey." She whispers to her wife who is looking at her like she wants to ask her something.

"You okay."

She nods. "I hated that. Everytime we looked at each other they would look like we were doing something wrong. It was nice to have them to talk to again, but they're not my relations. They're like strangers."

Rachel nods and leans forward to kiss Quinn's forehead. "Lets hope that changes in time. Are you going to tell mom?"

Quinn nods. "I have to."

A/N: Not my greatest and I wish I could've ended on something better but meh. Hope you enjoyed. Thank you to everyone who reviews and read. x