So, forgot to say that this story is obviously AU, No Beth and about the only thing that stays the same is Brittana and Klaine...

I don't own a thing...not the Back-Up Plan def. not Glee...

Enjoy!

15 Years Later

Rachel worried her lip between her teeth and tried valiantly to relax. It was tough going with her legs up in stirrups and her ass freezing on the metal table. To her right the nurse, a cute redhead smiled at her and she felt her nerves ease. On her other side Artie was slightly red-faced and embarrassed, but she didn't feel sorry for him; he was the one who insisted on being present for the insemination after all.

"Alrighty, Ms. Berry, Mr. Abrams, we won't know conclusively for a few days if it was a success, but I have a good feeling." Doctor Farley smiled placing a comforting palm on her knee.

Rachel smiled brightly, worked her legs from the stirrups and then crossed them demurely. "I could be pregnant, right now..."

"Well, something like that..." The silver-haired doctor nodded.

"Thank you so much, Artie." She leaned to side and hugged the wheelchair bound man.

When she'd come to her roommate a few months back and pleaded with him to be her sperm donor he'd thought she'd lost her mind. He'd also emphatically refused. She'd worked out an entire powerpoint presentation and he'd just ignored it. He'd admonished her, saying that she was just having some sort of early mid-life crisis, that a baby would complicate her life and if he was the donor their friendship. But, she'd been resolute in her desires. She wasn't getting younger and she had come to the conclusion that there was no perfect woman for her (Yes she was gay, she'd come out sophomore year at McKinley, keep up...), she'd been single for so long that she'd had to come to terms with the idea that if she wanted a family it might not be how she'd envisioned it. And as her her daddy kept reminding her, she wasn't getting any younger.

She'd thought long and hard about adoption, but she'd been put off by the hoops a single woman had to jump through in order to get approved. She'd even thought about using an unknown donor, but something about allowing strange semen inside her body made her feel weird. She gone through all the possibilities, the pros and cons of asking all of her male friends.

Noah, was a no go. He and Lauren had married straight after high school and now had three kids of their own, a girl and two boys. Not only would Lauren have crucified her if she'd asked, but she knew Noah would never agree let her raise the child alone, if he agreed at all he'd want to play dad, and she didn't want a daddy, she was perfectly capable of doing this alone.

Kurt had been one of her top choices, but he and Blaine were talking about starting their own family. Honestly, she wanted nothing to do with some commune styled adventure in child rearing.

It was then that Artie had seemed like the most obvious choice. They were both currently single. He'd had as much luck finding a woman and she had; none.

After graduation they'd both moved to New York, she to attend Julliard and he'd studied architectural design at Carnegie Mellon. They'd become roommates their sophomore year. Surprisingly, after leaving Lima the pair had found that they actually had alot in common. Besides, after her horrendous break-up she'd found hanging out with the few former gleemates that were in New York cathartic.

Artie had been a good friend ever since and he had the talent and drive that she wanted in a donor. He also knew that at best he would be uncle Artie and he was fine with that. Sure it'd taken months of convincing, but he'd agreed and she was grateful that he had.

"Hey, what type of roommate would I have been to not be here when my sperm was used to possibly knock you up?" He grinned and Rachel pushed his shoulder playfully.

"Oh get out, I need to get dressed and you need to get to your meeting." She grinned. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, because Dr. Farley said that it might take a few visits, but it just felt right and true. She just knew she was pregnant...

Mercedes Jones-Kirkland was a shrewd businesswoman. No one had known that about her in high school. She had a good eye for what was marketable and what was the best way to showcase talent. It was one of the reasons that the small indie label that she'd started with Rachel and Kurt had been so successful up to this point. Divas, LLC , did it all and though they'd struggled in the beginning to garner the attention all three felt they deserved they had had nothing, but positive feedback and she felt there was no where left to go, but up.

Currently she was pacing the lobby on their offices having a very heated discussion with one of their prospective artists, a bitchy smart ass, Rinoa had a voice that was raw and full of emotion, but oh god her mouth. Mercedes had about enough of going back and forth with the hothead. She was ready to cancel her contract, but Rachel had already intervened time and time again. As soon as the brunette arrived they were going to have t speak about this artist because no way was she going to drive herself crazy over some chick who wasn't grateful for a shot.

She slammed the phone down just as Rachel walked through the door. The tiny diva was beaming and Mercedes instantly forgot about the temperamental artist. She ran over to hug the other woman screeching.

"You did it?"

"Yes, we won't know for a few days, but I think it's really happening..."

"Of course, you're gonna be a great Mom, Rach." Mercedes grinned letting go and looping her arm with the smaller woman.

"Come on this deserves a celebratory lunch and they just opened this quaint little cafe around the corner, Charmed, I'm dying to try it."

Quinn Fabray's life had become increasingly mundane, not to say that owning her own cafe wasn't fun and exciting in its own way, but the daily routine was just that, a routine. She woke up early went for a run in Central Park, she might meet up with Santana and/or Brittany for breakfast or brunch and then she came into work. She spent most of her day experimenting with new possible menu options; tasting and re-tasting. Trying to find the perfect mixture of whatever. She'd always been a slight perfectionist, but she felt it showed in the reviews she got and the contented smiles of the people they served daily.

She heard the jingle of the above-door bell and smiled as she heard Katie, Brittany's little sister greet the arrivals. She'd followed her older sister to New York three years ago and since Quinn had opened she'd been her first and most loyal employee.

"You look so familiar, Oh My God you look like someone I went to High School with...?" She heard a familiarly booming voice. Couldn't be...could it? She stopped the mixing she was doing and wiped her hands on her flour-stained apron. She walked through the swinging kitchen door and a smile lit her face when she saw Mercedes standing at the counter peering closely at Katie.

"She should look familiar, that's little B." Quinn called with a smirk.

"Oh My God, if it isn't Quinn Fabray, what on earth are you doing here?" She boomed.

"I own this cafe." Quinn smiled proud of herself.

"Really? Well, it's lovely, I hope the food doesn't disappoint."

"Is that challenge? My food, disappoint? Prepare to have your taste-buds amazed..." Her grin widened and then dropped as she noticed the movement behind Mercedes. She should have realized that she would be with Mercedes. Like them the two had been almost inseparable, so she should have known, should have prepared herself somewhat for seeing her after seven years.

She took in the shining chestnut hair and the bright chocolate eyes that were rapidly blinking at her. She looked beautiful, well she always had, but more of a matured beauty. Brittany had told her that Rachel was still in the city, of course she was, New York had always been her destiny...her dream. She'd also told her that she was part of a very successful music label and she couldn't have been more proud. Her Rachel was made for great things, she'd always known.

"Rachel..." She whispered memories of them together streaming through her head.

"Quinn...?" She watched the woman's face fall and unshed tears for quickly in her eyes "...I'll, um...I'll meet you back at the office..." She said to Mercedes and then basically ran from the cafe.

"Rachel, wait...!" Mercedes called after the brunette. "Um...sorry Quinn, let's catch-up sometime soon." Mercedes gave her a slight wave, dropped a business card on the counter and then ran out following the other woman.

"It's okay...I deserve it..." Quinn mumbled to herself wiping at the tears forming in her eyes.

I know there's a huge time jump between this and last chapter, but when I wrote it it makes sense for where I want to go and how I wanna work the prompt...

We're going back to the...well, the past next chapter : )

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