So, here we go again...

I don't own Glee or The Back-Up Plan...

I do own mistakes...sorry! And I do own the fact that the update's short...I'm still packing and moving and it's cutting into my writing time...

Enjoy!

Rachel curled herself around the throw pillow on Quinn's couch; the blonde hadn't returned yet and although she was sure she was the last person her ex wanted to see she didn't have a way to leave. She didn't know where Quinn had gone and she was worried that she wasn't planning on returning. She'd already planned to call Blaine or Artie in the morning to come get her if the blonde didn't return, but for now she wished she could just sleep. She was sure that any ride back to the city would just be uncomfortable and awkward for them both, so it was probably better to save them both the displeasure.

She heard the kitchen door creak open and shut and resisted the urge to pop up. She heard Quinn's soft footsteps make their way across the floor and then go up the stairs. A moment later she heard the footsteps make their way back down and come closer.

"You could have slept in the bed. There's no way that this couch is comfortable or particularly good for you in your condition…" Quinn's husky voice came from above her.

"I figured that I wasn't particularly welcome in your house much less your bedroom any longer. This seemed the safest place." She sat up against the arm of the couch and looked over at Quinn as she fully entered the room and switched on a lamp flooding the room with fluorescent light.

"I wouldn't hurt you Rachel..."

"But you would run from me, again?" Rachel crossed her arms recalling how hurt she was when Quinn ran earlier that evening.

"How did you imagine I was going to react when you dropped that bomb on me, Rach?"

"I thought you'd give me the benefit of the doubt. I thought you'd let me explain."

"Explain now." Quinn mimicked her pose.

"No. I'm glad you're safe Quinn, but I really don't desire to speak with you further on the subject. You've made it more than abundantly clear that you see me as a liar and undeserving of even a moment of your time in order to explain."

"Are you seriously having a temper tantrum right now? You lied to me Rachel!"

"And you left me, again. Typical Quinn, things get serious and you can't hack it." Rachel spat.

"Serious? It's a baby for godsake!"

"And I was scared, I was terrified that you would run if I told you and you did!"

"Run? I left, but I came back didn't I? I mean where was I honestly going to go?"

"I don't know. Running's what you do best Quinn, but it's fine, you don't have to run this time because by daylight I'll be gone and it won't be your problem once again."

"I'm not running, ok. Does it look like I'm running? I'm trying here, Rach. You can't just spring a pregnancy on me and not expect a reaction. I was angry and I needed to clear my head. I came back because I know we need to talk." Quinn took a deep breath trying to cool her temper.

"Let me go to sleep, Quinn, I'm tired and I just want to forget my foolhardiness in giving you a second chance." Rachel sighed sliding down to once again lay on the couch and turning on her side.

"Please, Rach...just talk to me...I'm sorry. I'm not leaving, I'm not running...just let me prove it, but you have to be honest with me." Quinn touched her shoulder softly.

"I have a hard time trusting you, Quinn..."

"And I deserve your distrust, but I am trying Rachel and I want to keep trying if you'd allow..." Quinn murmured kissing her temple softly all signs of her earlier anger gone.

"It's Artie's…" Rachel whispered and then she waited for Quinn to explode again, but the blonde surprised her by sitting back on her butt, back against the reclaimed wood table and peering at her, her hazel eyes unblinking.

"…I wanted to start a family and I'm not getting any younger and there were no prospects on the horizon. Artie has been one of my closest friends and my roommate for years and after much persuasion from me he agreed to be my sperm donor. What's so crazy is that the day we came into your café was the same day that I had my insemination." Rachel sat up shaking out her hair.

"And there's nothing going on between you two?" Quinn asked feeling slightly ashamed that she felt jealous.

"No Quinn, there's never been anything between Artie and I."

"And that's why you got nauseous that morning you came to apologize for punching me?"

"Yes, morning sickness…it comes and goes…mostly goes nowadays." Rachel shrugged.

"So, where does this leave us?" Quinn asked tentatively reaching a hand to rest on Rachel's knee.

"I'm still scared Quinn, I'm so afraid that I'll rely on you and you're going to let me down. I can't just think about myself here…"

"I understand, Rach, I do. I know there's nothing I can say as proof that I'm not running, but please don't give up on me. I'm going to mess up, and we're probably both going to get scared and we might say shit that's really fucked up, but I want to prove to you that we're worth it." Quinn leaned forward on her knees and caressed Rachel's tan cheek.

Rachel leaned into Quinn's palm, her doe eyes soft and slightly scared. She searched her companion's hazel eyes trying to find a hint that the blonde would be true to her words. She saw fear in her eyes, but she knew there was probably fear in her own as well. Did she love Quinn? Of course, she always loved Quinn, she would probably always love Quinn, but did loving Quinn make them right? Did loving Quinn make her feel assured in their relationship? No, but she couldn't help the way her heart overruled her head whenever it came to the paler woman and she couldn't help that a part of her knew that she'd always be missing something if she turned away from Quinn now.

"Don't let me down Quinn…" Rachel murmured leaning her forehead against Quinn holding her gaze.

Okies, so don't think that Rachel's just giving into Quinn, cuz it's not all cut and dry because of this night. Quinn has instilled a since of uncertainty and fear in Rachel and that goes away with actions not words, dig?

Hope you're enjoying!

Ink