So...here's where the drama starts...

Enjoy!

Rachel leaned forward on her palm listening intently as Quinn excitedly told her about her second meeting with some hotels that were interested in her catering finger foods for some upcoming conferences. She was so happy for the blonde. She knew that Quinn felt some sort of pressure to provide, bit she didn't know how to explain to the blonde that everything was okay, that everything was going to be okay. Instead she basked in the other woman's excitement.

"Man, you should have seen them Rach, they were so impressed with me."

"Why wouldn't they, darling? You're quite impressive." Rachel smiled easily popping a piece of broccoli in her mouth.

"I'm so happy."

"I'm so hap-"

"Hey, Q, I thought that was you, when the girls were saying there was some devastatingly gorgeous blonde out here I just had to see for myself, but I in no way even hoped that it would be you." A striking readhead bumped Quinn's side.

"Delilah?" Quinn looked shaken.

"In the flesh, how have you been, Q?" The woman gave her a toothy grin.

"G-Good. Um…this…this is Delilah, and this is my..my..Rachel." Quinn stammered.

"Whoa! She's huge!"

"I'm pregnant with triplets, you…"

"Triplets, whoa Q, the last time I saw you didn't seem like you were ready to settle down or have a whole litter." The redhead chuckled.

"Things change, Delilah…people change." Quinn replied quietly.

"Not that much, Q. You come back an see me when you stop wanting to play, Mommy." The Redhead winked and squeezed Quinn's shoulder before sauntering away.

Quinn shook her head running fingers through her blonde hair and sighed. Of all the places to run into an ex. When she looked back up it was just in time to watch Rachel storm away from the table.

"Shit." She hopped up throwing some bills across the table and following the irate woman. "Rachel? Rachel!"

"Rachel! Slow down, you know the Doc wouldn't want you exerting yourself like this." Quinn called trying to catch up to the pregnant woman who was surprisingly fast as she stormed down the sidewalk.

"Leave me alone Quinn."

"No. I'm worried about you."

"Well, don't be, I was fine the first time you left and I'll be fine this time as well." Rachel turned and waved down a cab holding the door open with slender fingers.

"Left? I'm not leaving Rachel." Quinn sighed as she finally came with in touching distance from the brunette.

"Aren't you? Because I can tell you right now that I'm not in any way okay with the idea of sharing you with that..that…that harlot!" Rachel replied stomping her foot.

"I don't want her."

"Seemed like you did to me."

"What are you even talking about, Rachel, I basically dismissed her."

"Basically? You blushed and hemmed and hawed. It doesn't matter anyways, Quinn, you were going to leave eventually. I mean these aren't even your children. We didn't plan this together, I planned this alone. I'm suppose to do this alone. I'm just too stupid. To forgiving..."

"Are you fucking serious? I've been breaking my back to be a part of this, to show you that I'm staying. What difference does it make how much I try to be there if you only believe I'm going to leave? If you don't trust me?" Quinn's face was hot with anger.

"I can't." Rachel wiped tears from her cheek.

Quinn felt like her heart was breaking. "Please, Rae, don't do this…"

Rachel's bottom lip quivered and she shook her head. "I can't, I can't do this Quinn…I just, I just can't…." The diva turned on her heel and hopped into the awaiting cab.

Quinn leaned against the back of the couch feeling like a zombie. All of her felt numb. She couldn't believe what had transpired on the sidewalk with Rachel. Had Rachel really broken up with her? She'd thought that if she could just show the brunette that she had no intentions of leaving that she'd believe her. She'd thought they'd gotten over the distrust. She'd begun to want their eventual family more than just about anything.

"Q? Q! Q!" Brittany's bubbly voice came from behind her followed by footsteps.

"Hey Britt." Quinn rubbed at her eyes not turning to face the other woman.

"Q! Santana and I are getting mar-rie-d." Brittany's excited voice faltered a she turned the corner of the couch and saw Quinn's tear streaked face.

"Oh, Q…what happened?" The former dancer took a seat next to her near catatonic friend and folded her into her long arms. "Just, tell me what happened...i'm sure we can fix it..."

"Rachel? Rachel? Jewbabe?" Puck asked quietly from the doorway of the diva's darkened room. He was only answered with a grouping of sniffles.

"Jewbabe? What happened….? Whose head do I have to bust open?" He asked creeping closer to the bed.

"Noah…" She whispered brokenly.

He heaved out a sigh and crawled on top of the covers behind his best friend. "Hey, it's alright, Babe, I've got you." He brushed a large hand through her hair. "I've got you…"

So? Thoughts? concerns?

Already know it's short...moving on...

Ink