A/N:
Second update of the day!
I thought I was going to be busy! Not happening!

This always needed to happen, angry Faberry!

All the best,
Klaine2314

You Aren't Them:

"I never realised how much time you spent on that blasted machine until Kurt moved out." Rachel stated as she stood in the doorway to Quinn's office. Kurt had moved out of their apartment only a week earlier and in that time Quinn had set up her office and practically lived in it.

"I thought you said you weren't as busy now that your novel was published."

"My work never stops baby. Lindsay likes to forward me emails from fans and I take my time to respond to them. Some of them have stories that are so similar to ours and it reminds me how lucky we are to have a love like ours. I can come and keep you company now if you want? I didn't realise it was this late. Actually I'm not even asking, I'm just going to close this thing down and spend some time with my beautiful, amazing girlfriend."

"You don't have to, if you need to work then do it."

"It's not exactly work. Just correspondence while my book's still doing the rounds. Soon enough I'll be back writing my next novel and then we'll feel like we're apart, even if it is only by a door." Quinn said as she closed down her laptop.

"By then though, you may have returned to the stage." Quinn added as she followed the diva into the lounge.

"About that..."

"Yes?"

"I don't know if I want to go back. The time off has been fantastic and has done me the world of good but I really want to pursue a music career."

"You don't even want to keep Broadway as a fall back?"

"I don't know. I mean I loved the stage, but there was that period before we met that I fell out of love with it. Instead of falling back in love with it, I fell in love with you. I'm not blaming you, if anything, you're trying so hard to reignite my passion for the stage. I just feel like that's a chapter of my life that's complete. I want to be able to kick the proverbial bucket before we have a family. I don't want to be a crazy working mother who hardly sees her family because she's tied to eight shows a week."

"It sounds like you've really thought this through." Quinn finally answered.

"I really have. I want to go for it."

"Well, let's do it then. If you need an investor, I'm happy to invest. I've always been Rachel Berry's biggest fan even before I got her into bed and became an even bigger fan of her vocal chords."

"How is it you turn the most romantic thing into something sexual?"

"It's a talent. I'm a writer, we're good with words and comparisons." Quinn shrugged.

"I've been speaking with my manager about it too. She agrees that it could be tough but worthwhile if it happens in the long run. She's working out some rough deals before proposing to the companies."

"Will you let me invest? Anything you make me can go in funds for the four children we plan to send to college, its not cheap you know." She chuckled.

"How about you invest in our future then? Propose already!" Rachel mocked.

"Rachel, please, let's not discuss this anymore! I'm starting to get annoyed."

"What? Why?" She replied startled at the blonde's sudden change in tone and mood.

"It's all you talk about, every frickin' opportunity you get, you bring it up. If you want to get married then just propose, but I won't be rushed or pressured into it!" Quinn said angrily, rising from the couch. She stormed out of the lounge, grabbed her shoes and out of the front door before Rachel could even ask where she was going.

'She doesn't understand how hard it is. Her parents are still happily married. She came from a loving home and the perfect family.' Quinn thought as she stormed down the streets. Pedestrians jumped out of her way as she marched towards them furiously. 'She grew up in the perfect family. Her parents didn't throw her out when she was sixteen. Her parents didn't drink away the pain of a loveless marriage. She doesn't have any siblings to abandon her.' Quinn sat on the bench where she'd confessed her feelings for Rachel and broke down.

'I don't want to be like them. I don't want our marriage to end in divorce. I want it to be forever. Getting to forever takes time.' Quinn's phone bleeped beside her. (1) New Message: Rachel. Quinn ignored it and put her phone back in her jacket pocket. She stared up at the sky trying to compose her thoughts. 'What if our love isn't enough? What if I hurt her just like Dad hurt Mom? I can't bear to live with myself knowing I've hurt her.'

Rachel sat stunned on the couch. The blonde had never reacted in this way when they were talking about the future before, usually she was so playful with her responses, but Rachel realised she'd clearly hit a raw nerve. Maybe she did mention it too much, maybe she was mistaken when she thought the two were on the same page. Either way, she knew she had to fix it. She tapped out a message to Quinn and just hoped the blonde would reply or return home.

Quinn remained rooted to the bench trying to get past the visions of her failed childhood that were at the forefront of her mind. She tried to focus on all the great things she'd achieved in her life. The things she'd achieved and proved her parents and all the doubters wrong. She'd made something of her life. Not only had she had two novels published but they'd proven to be bestsellers. Quinn was in demand. The decision to cancel her book tour and divert all her fans to New York had proven to be a hit, she saw it as an added benefit that she got to stay with Rachel instead of jetting off around America. Rachel. The one thing that she'd always wanted in life, she'd got. That was more valuable than any book. Rachel was something she couldn't put a price on and here she was storming away from the one thing she'd always wanted; all because Rachel was desperate to spend the rest of her life with her. 'What am I doing?' Quinn thought. 'Rachel will listen when I talk to her. I just have to let her in.'

Quinn had always struggled with letting people in. Once she'd found writing she found it much easier to express how she felt. She'd never had anyone to confide in, so confiding in a blank word document was always easier. There was no one there to judge her. It was a space for her and her thoughts. She stood up and began the walk back to their apartment. Her phone bleeped again and she saw she had a second message from Rachel. She ignored them and just continued to clear her head. She knew she'd sort things out with Rachel in time. It was something they had to do face-to-face not over texts. She knew when words were written down they lacked conviction and emotion. It was one of her many problems she'd learned to overcome as a writer.

'I wish she'd just reply and at least let me know she's safe, she owes me that at least.' Rachel thought as she paced the apartment. She kept walking over to the window and looking for the recognisable blonde hair that belonged to her girlfriend but no one stood out to her. She sighed and sat back on the couch. 'If she's not home in the next twenty minutes I'm going out to look for her.' Rachel decided.

She heard the door unlock and it slowly creaked open. "Quinn?" She asked as she dived off the couch to see the blonde return.

"Yeah, it's me." She answered. "Don't start Rachel, just let me talk, ok?" Quinn ordered. Rachel simply gulped and nodded. She sat on the couch and Quinn took the armchair. 'She's choosing not to sit near me, this is not going to end well. We had a fun run, almost a year, that's the longest relationship I've had in a long time.' Rachel thought sadly.

"I need to explain myself." Quinn began. She closed her eyes, she couldn't look into Rachel's eyes and be angry at the same time. There was too much love conveyed in her orbs that would take Quinn's mind off the issue and allow her to just forget it. This was something Quinn couldn't forget. She needed to address it. She forced her eyes open and stared into her girlfriend's beautiful eyes.

"I want to marry you, Rachel. I genuinely do. You know all about my childhood. You know about the Fabray's. They lived for appearances. Everything was fine to the outside but behind closed doors we weren't happy. The world thought everything was fantastic to be a Fabray and you should count yourself lucky to carry the name. I guess at one point we were happy but then they kicked me out at sixteen when they found out I was pregnant. My Mom kicked my Dad out when she found out he was having an affair. The Fabray's fell apart. My sister got out as soon as she could and has never looked back. I got out the next opportunity I could and similarly to Frannie, I've never looked back.

I don't intend on looking back. I'll invite them to my wedding but I don't expect any of them to turn up. I didn't go to Frannie's wedding so she won't come to mine. They're my family but not through choice. I want to be a family with you, Rachel, and I want that to be through choice. I'm sorry but I can't be if you keep insisting on getting married at every possible moment.

It's not going to be easy to have a marriage that's semi-public. Our relationship has been easy so far, but it'll only get harder. I just want you to be aware of that. You grew up in a family where you had two doting father's who gave you the best of everything and taught you not to abuse that. I grew up in a family where money was thrown at us and we just blew it on whatever. We grew up in entirely different families. I don't want to end up resenting you or hurting you like Mom does with Dad. I don't want our love to ever hurt you. I couldn't ever live with myself knowing I'd hurt you. You're something that's always been so out of reach for me, Rachel, that now I have you I have to pinch myself to check you're really there. I always want to feel like that. I just can't rush into getting married without being scarred by the memories I have of something as special and sacred as marriage." She finished.

"I thought when you said you'd planned it, it meant you were definitely planning on proposing."

"Rachel, I do plan on proposing. I just need to mentally prepare for it and what marriage entails. I want to be with you for the rest of my life."

"I understand Quinn, and I am sorry for pushing it. Normally you're so playful that I just thought we were bantering, I honestly didn't know you were going to flip out."

"I couldn't have warned you I was going to flip out, I'm so sorry for storming out but I needed to clear my head." She finished, hoping that Rachel would sense she wasn't in the mood to talk for much longer.

"Can I say something?" Rachel asked cautiously.

"Go for it." Quinn sighed.

"You aren't them. You aren't them, Quinn. You're not your parents."

"I know, I just need to make sure I don't turn into them."

"You won't. You know what it feels like to grow up in that kind of environment and you won't allow that to reflect on you as a wife and as a mother. I have all the faith in you Quinn. We're going to be happy, when you reach that point, tell me. Let's not mention the 'm' word until you're ready."

"Thank you." Quinn simply muttered.

Rachel moved over to the armchair and sat on Quinn's lap. She moved the blonde's arm around her and snuggled in tight. Quinn simply held her and tried to analyse where her heart was. "Rach, you know I love you, right?" She whispered.

"I do."

"Good." She simply replied. That was the only thing they said for the remainder of the night. They sat there in complete silence both in deep thought about where they were headed.