Alrighty, here we go...

Happy Holidays!

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I don't own Glee...

Rachel quietly snuck into the back of the banquet hall edging herself between Mercedes and her husband and behind Noah. She had debated long and hard about even coming to Santana and Brittany's engagement dinner, but she knew how hurt the blonde would have been if she hadn't shown up and an unhappy Brittany lead to an irate and violent Santana. The Latina might not hit a pregnant woman, but Rachel wouldn't be pregnant forever.

She looked around the packed room pretending to be interested in seeing who all had come, when truthfully she was only looking for one person. She found the blonde in question seated next to Santana chuckling with her friend. Rachel watched her longingly feeling unable to do anything about the feeling in her chest.

"You should just go and talk to her." Noah whispered in her ear startling her from her staring.

"No, she's better without me and all my baggage…." Rachel bowed her head shaking it from side to side "…she left after high school and look how good her life became. I come back into her life for a few months and screw it all up. She was right to leave in the first place."

"Really Rach? Pity party for one." Mercedes joined the conversation with a roll of her eyes.

"Can we just enjoy Santana and Brittany's night and drop this?" Rachel replied tersely.

"You can't hide from her forever, Rach…"

"Drop it, Noah."

"I'm just saying…"

"Drop it."

"Fine." He replied adopting the same belligerent stance as the small woman.

"Fine ." She huffed back though she knew it was childish and slid away from him and over to where the table was lined with hor'd'oeuvres.

"I wouldn't eat that." She turned to find Brittany at her side as she was picking over the finger foods.

"Hey, Brittany, Ha-Happy Engagement?" Rachel replied unsure of the proper congratulatory wording.

"It would be, but I'm still upset with you because Q, is sad and you weren't s'pose to make Q sad, Rachy…" The blonde pouted and if possible Rachel felt worse than before.

"I—uh—"

"I get it. Quinn hurt you and now you hurt her. Sometimes, Sanny hurts me, but then she apologizes and looks at me that way she does and it makes things better and we can go back to having sexy time. You should do that."

"Um…I don't think that'll work this time…"

"Why not? It's not like Q, doesn't wanna still have sexy time with you."

"Yeah, but I messed up…"

"Uh, duh, but like Quinn she like screwed it all up when she left after graduation, right?" Rachel nodded.

"And you still forgave her?"

"I tried to…"

"You did…you forgave her cuz you love her, you just couldn't forget how bad she hurt you." Brittany shrugged like what she was saying was the most obvious thing in the world. "Quinn will do the same thing…"

"That's a lot of baggage to bring a baby into, much less three babies." Rachel sighed twisting a finger in her brown locks anxiously.

"Baggage? Are you going somewhere?

"No, I meant…I was just…" Rachel let out a puff of air "I just don't know."

"Well, I do." Brittany smiled widely and then twisted her torso away from the singer. "Q! Q! Come over here!"

"Britt-Brittany, no…" Brunette whispered trying to hide herself behind the taller woman.

"What's up Britt?" She heard Quinn's voice and felt rooted in her hiding spot behind the dancer.

Brittany looked up at the ceiling. "Noth-thing? But you two need to talk." She reached behind her and pushed Rachel into Quinn and then hurried off.

"Rachel?" Quinn caught her, holding the diva away from her by the shoulders.

"Yeah, uh…sorry. I didn't know she was going to do that…I just. Brittany's my friend and well she really wanted me to come and I was trying not to get in your way, but then she started talking and then she was screaming out your name and now you're here and I'm just…I'm just gonna go…" Rachel turned to walk away, trying to do so as dignified as possible after her ramble.

"So, now you're just going to run away?" Quinn asked quietly halting her before she disappeared in the crowd.

Rachel bowed her head, her chin trembling. She didn't have an answer. A part of her was screaming at her to cut her losses and just leave. She had a plan and she could work with that plan. The bigger part of her though was telling her to turn around and work with Quinn, because if she was honest she'd admit that it had always been Quinn. It was probably always going to be Quinn.

She turned and looked up into clear hazel eyes. Opening her mouth she prepared to speak, but before she had a chance to voice any of her feelings a sharp sting ripped through her abdomen. She felt a flood of wetness trickle down her legs.

"The babies…" She grimaced her legs almost buckling from the sudden pain.

Oh-no...

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