Short, but moving forward...

I own mistakes, not Glee...

Enjoy!

Quinn growled and threw the wooden mixing spoon across her kitchen. This damn cheesy fudge ball recipe wasn't working at all. She gripped the counter surging with frustration. Nothing had been going right at all. She had to get this recipe right for Santana and Brittany's engagement dinner this weekend, but they kept coming out too salty.

"Hey Q, don't take your anger out on the spoon, she's mixing the best she can." Katie's voice came from behind her.

"Kat, if you're back here who's manning the register?" Quinn asked tersely clenching her eyes shut.

"Wo-manning." Katie corrected and Quinn groaned.

"Go away, Kat."

"But, I can help Q, I have a great idea that I know B will love!"

"Go away, Kat!" Quinn roared and the younger blonde sniffled and raced from the kitchen leaving the door swinging angrily.

"Shit..." Quinn sighed running fingers through her hair.

"Nice going, Q, you've got a gift for making girls cry."

"I'm not in the mood Mercedes." Quinn growled.

"You're not in the mood? I haven't been able to get in the mood since you two broke up, Diva has been calling me crying like every night. Puck's got a crick in his neck from sleeping and acting as her back up preg-go pillow. You weren't suppose to make her cry. All I asked you to do was not hurt her, Q, shit."

"I didn't do anything."

"Don't give me that bull."

"Look, I'm sorry you're being inconvenienced or whatever, but this isn't any of your concern, Mercedes."

"Oh, it most definitely is my concern, that's my girl and she's hurting..."

"So am I!" Quinn screeched reaching the end of her rope. "I'm hurting too. I didn't break up with Rachel, she left me. She can't trust me. I ruined my chances with her when we were eighteen and apparently I don't get another."

"I-I..."

"You just assumed it was me, which is understandable, I know how much I fucked up, trust me I know..."

"..."

Quinn wiped at her eyes feeling silly and embarrassed. She hadn't meant to breakdown especially not in front of Mercedes who had threatened her more times than she could count.

"Quinn...I..." The other woman stammered.

"Could you just leave, Mercedes? I got to figure this recipe out and eventually find Katie and grovel at her feet." Quinn sighed again.

"Q, don't give up on her..." Mercedes whispered and then she was gone just as quickly as she'd appeared.

"Don't be stupid, Rae, why'dja break-up with her if you're all in love." Rinoa groaned from Rachel and Artie's kitchen where she was making sandwiches.

"It's not enough..."

"For fucksake, if love ain't enough we're all screwed."

"She's just going to leave. She'll find a reason and she'll leave."

"So, you're psychic now, eh? What's tomorrow's lotto numbers?"

"It's not funny, Rinoa. What do you care anyways? I'll be fine. I planned on doing this alone anyways."

"I care because you're unhappy and I hate to see you unhappy, Rae, especially when you don't have to be."

"I'm fine." Rachel shrugged crossing her arms stubbornly.

Rinoa sighed again grabbing the plate of sandwiches and flopped down next to the diva. "But, you're not..."

"I-" Her retort was cut off by the slamming of their front door.

"Why didn't you tell me that you broke up with her!" Mercedes voice boomed.

"What?" Rachel turned to look at her friend.

"You broke up with Quinn, why didn't you say that..." Mercedes ranted pacing.

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it does. I went there thinking she broke your heart again and you broke hers..."

"You...what? It's not you're place to confront Quinn, Mercedes." Rachel wagged a finger at her business partner and friend.

"It is when I explicitly told her not to hurt you again and thought she had."

"While, I thank you for being protective it's not necessary...I can take care of myself."

"Oh, is that what you call yourself doing? Taking care of yourself by breaking up with the girl you've been head over heels for since you were like fourteen?"

Rachel shrugged in response.

"She's a wreck, Rachel, don't you care?"

"She'll be alright , we're not made for each other. I had plans and I shouldn't shift them just because Quinn decided that she wants to be a part of my life for now. What about later?"

"I takes a lot for me to say this because I've definitely never been Quinn's biggest fan, but she didn't look like she was going anywhere to me." Merceds shrugged flopping down on the other side of Rachel.

"Yet."

"Mama, if you thought all she was gonna do is leave why'd you even start anything with her again?" Mercedes head rocked.

"I-I..."

"Cuz you love that girl and she loves you, but ya'll are too special to work this shit out for yourselves."

Knock Knock Knock. Rinoa rose from where she sat watching the intense interaction between the other women. She opened the door wide and had to take a step back as a stroller was pushed into the foyer.

"Delivery for Quinn Fabray or Rachel Berry?" The delivery guy asked gum popping.

"I'm Rachel. What's all this?" Rachel asked hoisting herself up and waddling to the door.

"Stroller." He answered thrusting the clipboard at the pregnant woman.

"I can very well see that. Where did it come from?" Rachel signed the sheet.

"Custom-made. A-uh Quinn Fabray came in a few weeks back and had the girls rig this up fer your pups." Rachel had to hold herself back from pouncing on the man when he called her unborn children "pups".

"I suggest you go away now, Charmer, unless you want an irate pregnant woman all on your shit." Rinoa spoke calmly flipping the clipboard at the delivery man and slamming the door closed.

Mercedes rose and joined them by the front door. She looked over the craftsmanship running her fingers along the cushions and the metalwork. "Oh, yeah she was definitely not planning on sticking around..." She rolled her eyes as her fingers lingered on the scroll-work of an F and B.

So?

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