A/N: Here is the latest chapter, thank you so so much for the reviews and suggestions and I do have to agree the majority of stories have Rachel as the initiator. And apologies if it seems as if there is a lot of Puck, everything was taking place so soon after his death, I didn't think it would be realistic for his death/him to have a presence in the earlier chapters, this jumps forward a bit so he will really start fading into the background now. Also, please let me know if you think the Faberry relationship is progressing too fast, I don't want it to be that way. As always, feedback is appreciated.


Two weeks had passed since Beth's birth and the Berry household was finally settling into a routine, well sort of, if walking around resembling the living dead and regularly falling asleep at the dinner table was considered routine. It seems as if Beth never received the memo that nighttime was for sleeping, not screaming.

"Are you sure about this?" Quinn asked Rachel as she hesitantly walked out of Beth's nursery reluctantly leaving the crying baby behind.

"Yes." Rachel nodded. "According to all the extensive research I've done, we should let her cry it out. According to her chart, Beth has been fed, changed, and thoroughly burped." Rachel insisted on tracking Beth's every diaper change, breast feeding, burp, and nap on a large chart she hung in the kitchen. "Honestly Quinn, she will be fine."

Quinn chewed nervously on her lip, the sound of her baby crying out for her breaking her heart. She fought hard to resist the urge she had to run in there and pick Beth up, knowing Rachel would go into one of her speeches, like the night Quinn had allowed Beth to fall asleep in bed with her, and Rachel had gone on and on and on rambling something about Beth sleeping in Quinn's bed until she was twenty-five.

But it was Rachel who began pacing nervously in the hall as Beth's cries continued, and it was Rachel who flung the door open and practically ran over to Beth's crib, picking her up and softly whispering how sorry she was in the baby's ear. Quinn glanced at the clock "Well that lasted exactly one minute and forty-five seconds." Quinn smiled as Rachel swayed back and forth, holding a now quiet Beth.

"All babies are different. Perhaps Beth is not one who takes well to this particular method." Rachel said refusing to admit she was wrong, smiling as Beth's huge eyes met hers. "She's so beautiful Quinn. I love her so much." Rachel's mouth opened and her eyes widened as she realized what she said. "Quinn I am sorry. I did not mean..."

Quinn smiled, she found it particularly amusing when Rachel was at a loss for words, which did not happen very often. "Why are you sorry?"

"Beth is your daughter and I assumed you might find it anomalous that Stubbles RuPaul Berry with a treasure trail and man-hands is telling your baby she loves her."

Quinn winced as Rachel referred to herself by all of the names Quinn used to call her, wishing she could take back the last five years and never call Rachel anything other than Rachel, well maybe Berry too, Quinn liked that one. "Don't call yourself those names. And I absolutely do not think it is 'anomalous' that you are telling my daughter you love her. I cannot do this on my own, she doesn't have her daddy, she needs all the love she can get." Quinn could tell Rachel was embarrassed, and knew there was nothing Rachel hated more than being embarrassed. "Plus, she clearly inherited her daddy's charm, so it is not your fault for falling in love with her." Quinn said, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Thank you, Quinn. Your kindness means a lot to me. Now come along, we might as well study sheet music while we're awake."

Quinn rolled her eyes, only Rachel Berry would suggest doing anything with sheet music at two in the morning. The sheet music did not last long once they made it to Rachel's room, both girls slept peacefully, resting their heads on each other, Beth nestled against Quinn's chest.

Quinn awoke for the first time in two weeks feeling refreshed and finding herself tangled in a knot of limbs with Rachel, her breasts aching under the pressure of Rachel's head. Must be time for Beth's six am feeding she thought to herself, glancing at the clock, shocked when she saw it was past ten. "Rachel." She shook the girl, trying to wake her up to ask her if she had fed Beth. "Rachel!"

"Don't you dare question the Streisand!" Rachel shouted as she awoke from her dream, embarrassed when she saw Quinn raising an eyebrow at her.

Quinn ignored the Barbara Streisand comment, not surprised at all that Rachel would be dreaming about her. "What time did you get up to feed Beth?" Quinn asked, assuming Rachel had gotten up and fed Beth a bottle of pumped breast milk from the refrigerator and placed her in back in the nursery.

"I didn't, when did you put her back in her crib?" Rachel asked, recalling how they all had fallen asleep in her bed.

Quinn suddenly became horrified. "I didn't." She sat up, frantically leaning over the bed to look on the floor, thinking Beth had somehow rolled off her chest in the middle of the night and tumbled to the ground, she breathed a sigh of relief when she did not see her.

"Dad or Daddy probably came and got her before work." Rachel got out of bed, quickly followed by Quinn, and headed to the nursery, both their chests tightening to find the crib empty.

Quinn ran to her room, hoping to see the baby asleep in the bassinet that stayed next to her bed. "Oh my God, my baby is gone. My baby is gone."

Rachel refused to panic, glancing out the window, noting that both of her fathers cars were not in the driveway. She followed Quinn downstairs. "Maybe my dads took her somewhere."

Quinn nodded hopefully, before noticing Beth's car seat sitting in the foyer. "Rachel..." Quinn began to sob her mind instantly going to the worst case scenario.

Rachel startled Quinn by placing her hand over the blonde's mouth. "I hear something." The girls followed the sound to the bathroom on the other side of the house.

Kurt stood at the bathroom sink, diligently scrubbing his black button down shirt. "Honestly Beth, I thought we were closer than this." He sighed as he spoke softly to the baby, who sat in her bouncy seat beside the sink. "I tell you all about what shoes are in season and what color palette would look best with your skin tone and you hurl digested breast milk all over me. I will be sending your mother the dry-cleaning bill."

"Kurt?" Quinn questioned, waves of relief washing over her as she watched Beth sit contently in her bouncy seat. "What are you doing here?"

"Ah if it isn't the sleeping beauties." Kurt turned towards the doorway to face the girls. "Oh...you two look awful. Rachel, your dads called me this morning, saying you two needed some rest and they had to work, so I came by to watch Beth. She revolted against my presence and spit up all over my shirt."

"Just wait until she does it in your mouth.". Rachel grimaced at the memory.

Kurt could practically be seen turning green with disgust. "Rachel that is disgusting. Do not speak of incidents like that to me, ever again."

"Thank you for coming Kurt." Quinn said as she carried Beth out to the living room, sitting down on the couch, lifting her shirt to feed Beth, making sure to be discreet and keep herself covered up.

The color drained from Kurt's face as Quinn began to breastfeed, he was sure he had never felt this uncomfortable in all his sixteen years, but decided to force himself to be mature about the situation, grateful Quinn was at least attempting to coverup. "Anytime Quinn, although I've never really seen the appeal of babies, Ms. Beth here seems to be the exception."

Rachel pulled a piece of her greasy hair out in front of her face. "Im going to go shower."

"Please do." Kurt said, attempting to take in Rachel's disheveled appearance.

Rachel ignored him. "Quinn you need to eat something. Kurt please insure Quinn eats something off the list of optimal foods for breastfeeding."

Kurt saluted her. "Mam, yes Mam"

Quinn rolled her eyes as Beth let out a huge burp from her place on Quinn's knee.

"You're raising quite the polite little lady." Kurt joked. "Now let's go find that list. I noticed quite a few of them in the kitchen. Rachel just loves a list."

In the kitchen Quinn decided to cut up some berries and have a fruit salad of sorts. "Quite fond of berries, aren't we now?" Kurt raised his brow. Quinn, not getting what he was saying just nodded as she precisely cut her strawberries, eliciting a sigh from Kurt. "What would say is your favorite kind of berry?" He continued. "Strawberries?Blueberries? Raspberries?...Rachel Berrys?"

Quinn looked up from her bowl. "Excuse me?"

"I looked in on you two while you were sleeping, legs wrapped around each other, her head snuggled in your bosom." Kurt raised his brow once more.

Quinn furrowed her's. "We just fell asleep together, that's all, with the baby." Putting an emphasis on the word baby, as if trying to prove the innocence of the situation.

"Oh yes the baby. This baby?" He pointed to Beth, who was sleeping in her swing, in the living room. "The baby who Rachel is practically a father to?"

Quinn laughed. "Kurt you are being ridiculous."

"Well that certainly isn't an unusual occurrence." Rachel smiled as she bounded into the kitchen, her hair still wet. "What was he being ridiculous about this time?"

Quinn was thankful when the doorbell rang, not wanting to deal with awkwardness that was sure to ensue. "I'll get it." Kurt offered. "Wouldn't want to tear Quinn away from all of her berries, I know how much she adores them." He winked at Rachel before leaving the room.

Rachel made a questioning face at Quinn who just shrugged her shoulders. Kurt was being ridiculous, right? Right. Of course he was. She was Quinn Fabray and that was Rachel Berry. They were barely friends, let alone anything more. Kurt was ridiculous. So what, they had fallen asleep together. Not a big deal.

Santana jerked Quinn out of her thoughts. "Hey Q, Manhands. Oh wow, you guys look like shit."

"Oh Santana, always the charmer." Rachel rolled her eyes.

"Don't call her Manhands. Her name is Rachel." Quinn glared at Santana as she sat at the kitchen table, picking through her bowl of berries. She noticed Kurt smiling and raising his brow, yet again, out of the corner of her eye. "Raise that thing up one more time Hummell and I swear to God I will shave it off."

"That sounds erotic." Brittany mumbled, from her place beside Santana.

Santana and Rachel both shared a confused look, while Kurt laughed softly, and Quinn turned a deep shade of red, "Quinn's just jealous that my eyebrow raising skills may be better than hers." Kurt said noticing how embarrassed the girl got, giving her a slight wink.

Quinn rolled her eyes before standing up to wash her bowl. "Woah." Brittany exclaimed. "I thought you already had the baby." When she saw Quinn's stomach, the extra twenty pounds she gained during her pregnancy still lingering around.

"B!" Santana hissed. "We talked about this in the car, Q is going to be fat for a little while."

"Well, so glad you two could grace us with your presence, you all just bring sunshine and love every where you go." Kurt said sarcastically. "Why are you here anyway?"

"Santana missed Beth, she says she is the cutest 'lil bit' she's ever seen." Brittany said honestly.

Santana flushed with embarrassment. "I don't know if those were my exact words..."

"Yes they were S, you call her the Lil Bit and I'm not supposed to tell anybody because you don't like people to know you have a soft side...Oh! Sorry S." Brittany scrunched her face up, knowing how much Santana hated it when people got a glimpse of her soft side.

"Here, I'll take you to the "Lil Bit", whom you have missed so much." Rachel led everyone into the living room. Where Kurt, Santana, and Brittany all began to coo over Beth. While Quinn sat on the couch reading a fitness magazine, feeling down on herself after Brittany's comment, even though she knew the blonde Cheerio didn't mean it. Rachel sat next to her, looking through her notebook of songs, trying to pick the perfect ones to add to Beth's lullaby CD.

Quinn did not notice when her hand absentmindedly ended up in Rachel's lap, gently resting on the soft skin of her tanned thigh. Rachel took note of it, but honestly didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a comfortable resting place for Quinn's hand. Rachel quickly placed her notebook down on the cushion next to her when Quinn's hand started making soft, small circles on the inside of her thigh. "Quinn?" She questioned, looking over at the blonde, wide eyed.

Before Quinn could respond, and effectively stop the circling motion on Rachel's thigh, Santana took notice of what was going on. "Q! What the hell? You are totally molesting man- Berry on the couch. This is disgusting, in front of the baby too, what is wrong with you?"

Quinn looked down at her hand, she hadn't even realized it was on Rachel's thigh, let alone practically molesting it, as Santana had said. She quickly jerked it away, refusing to meet anyones eyes. "I...Rachel I'm sorry. I was so involved in my magazine, I honestly didn't know." She refused to glance over at Kurt, knowing he would have an amused expression written all over his face.

"It's quite alright Quinn. You just startled me." Rachel believed the blonde when she said she didn't mean anything by it. Not thinking twice about it before picking her notebook up again.

Quinn stared at Rachel for a few minutes, still avoiding the questioning gazes of Kurt and Santana. What the hell was wrong with her today? She felt a familiar flutter in her stomach when Rachel looked up from her notebook, locked eyes with Quinn, and flashed a smile. What the hell. Did Rachel freaking Berry just give me butterflies? Quinn blamed Kurt, he had put his ridiculous thoughts in her head. Certainly that was all it was, Kurt had messed with her post pregnancy hormonal, and not to mention sleep deprived brain, she returned to her magazine, trying to forget about the scene that had just occurred, making sure to keep her hands in her own lap this time.