10/13/12 CH 15

A/N: OK…so …don't kill me yeah?

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Taylor

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The goodbyes were sad and bittersweet when Shelby and Beth boarded there plane journey back to Lima. Rachel stood back with tears in her eyes as Quinn gave Beth one final goodbye hug and wiped away the tears. "I love you bug, I'll see you in a few weeks."

"Love you too," Beth gave her a quick hug waved to the rest and took her mom's hand and allowed Shelby to lead her onto the plane.

"This is the worst part," Quinn sighed and wiped away the tears from her face.

"I'm sorry I am sure that this is very hard on you emotionally," Rachel ran her arm up and down the blonde's back.

"I'm just lucky that she is part of my life," Quinn smiled and looked back to where Santana and Brittany where sitting. "I think you're right not to let them fly back home. It isn't safe for Brittany."

"I just had no idea how far along she was," Rachel admitted. "Not that we could have stopped her from coming, but still. I think maybe we should move them away from the constant madhouse that is here. My house is out. What about your place?"

"Maybe," Quinn smirked thinking about her barely furnished home. "We're going to have to convince them to stay though. Britt has her family back in Ohio, and Maria isn't going to miss the birth of her first grandchild."

"Then we will bring them to her. We can start planning right away," Rachel said firmly. "I'll get right on top of it."

"Rachel, you're doing it again," Quinn laughed.

"Right, ok maybe I can ask first," Rachel pursed her lips in thought.

"Baby steps," Quinn laughed as they approached the pregnant duo.

"Guys, I'm going to express my opinion," Rachel began.

"Of course you are Berry," Santana muttered when winced when Britt pinched her. "Hey hold off on the pregnant on pregnant crime."

Rachel hide a laugh, it was rather good line. "I would like for you guys to stay until after Brittany has your baby," Rachel began, raising a hand to stall Santana's mutterings. "While I know that I have no say in this. I feel responsible that you both felt the need to travel here in the first place. It isn't safe for Brittany to travel back home at this point. As a belated wedding gift I would like to offer you this New York stay. You can allow me to book you a hotel or you can stay with Quinn."

"Which ever I would like to pay for the stay, it would be the least that I could do," she took a deep breath. I would also as a baby gift like to fly out your parents so that they don't miss the birth of their first grandchild," Brittany was crying, Santana was hysterical. Rachel was lost as to what to do, so she used her ace in the hole. "It would also be peace of mind for Quinn, as well as myself."

Quinn watched as Brittany jumped up and kissed the shorter brunette firmly on the mouth. "Better then secret midnight ice cream runs, Rachie! Thank you so much!"

"Berry!" Santana hugged her too, managing to get herself planted between the two of them incase Brittany tried to kiss her again. "But no more kissing my wife."

"I'll do my best Lopez," Rachel laughed. "Ok lets get out of here," Rachel smiled at Caly who was still a few feet behind them. "Caly can you have the car pulled around, I don't want to be spotted."

"Right," she said and pulled out her cell phone signaling for Rachel's car to be pulled around. They all pilled into the car and then Santana looked over at Brittany.

"What the hell are 'secret midnight ice cream runs'?" she demanded looking at the three other occupants in the limo.

~one week later~

Quinn sat back in her sofa watching Santana and Brittany argue over to assemble the crib they had delivered earlier that day. It was quite comical.

"Sannie, it clearly says that A slides into B!"

"Britt, it clearly can not slide into B. There is no way for it to fucking slide," Santana hot back annoyed.

"I'm just trying to help, you're being such a bitch about this!" Brittany shot back.

"I'm a bitch about everything!" Santana yelled back. They were inches away from one another then they were like one being making out over the fallen pieces of the crib.

"That's it you too, take it into your bedroom," Quinn demanded pulling them to their feel and pushing them carefully down the hall. Laughing as Santana was apologizing to her wife in-between kisses.

Once the room was clear of pregnant hormones Quinn quickly went about putting the crib together, after measuring to make sure that the crib would fit down the hall and into the doorframe fully assembled. She was in the middle of placing the spring floor of the crib in place when her doorbell rang.

Blowing the hair out of her face then fell out of her low pony tail she tugged her shirt back into place and answered the door.

"Quinn Fabray?" the ups driver inquired.

"I'm Quinn Fabray," she answered smiling.

"I have a package for you, it requires a signature," he handed her the tablet he had and she signed for the package. "Here you go have a nice day," he handed her the box and left quickly to jump back into his truck.

Quinn looked at the box in confusion, she didn't remember ordering anything. Her phone began to ring, she set the package down and went into search of her cell phone, which someone had gotten mixed in with the crib debris.

"Fabray," she let out frustrated.

"Thank god, we have an emergency!" Yarin shouted into the phone.

"Is Rachel ok?"

"Did you order red paint for the living room?" he demanded, in a frantic tone.

"Yes, why what's is the problem?"

"Rachel is in route, she is coming back from London and you have painted her living room red, she is going to kill us," he wailed.

"She has a red living room at her house now," Quinn defended.

"And when have you seen her in there for more then the time it takes her to walk through it to the stairs. Xiomara painted the room red, and she was pissed then."

"Fuck," Quinn muttered. "This would have been valuable information, yesterday."

"I deserve a day off too Fabray!" he shot back.

"Sorry," Quinn was throwing on her pants, over her shorts and slipping on a pair of flip flops. "How much time do I have?"

"Four hours," he replied.

"That isn't enough time for the primer to dry and the new paint to go on," Quinn cried.

"Welcome to the crazy train girlie, now you can panic too," he whined.

"Ok we have primer for the second floor, pull everyone to paint slap it on there as fast as they can we're going to need two coats. Then call in favors to get as many industrial fans you can get. I am coming in and I'll buy new paint on the way ."

"OK, I'm going to call Violet to use her resources too," Yarin hung up the phone and Quinn dashed to the hallway, banging on the door. "I have to go into the city, there is an issue at the theater, I'm taking your rental. Don't bother stopping what your doing, see you later when I get back."

The moaning stopped for a second. "Is Rachie ok?" Brittany called out.

"Yes, she's fine," Quinn called back right before she heard Santana shout something out in Spanish followed by more loud groaning.

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Rachel sat in the car next to Emily holding back a yawn. She was exhausted. She had spent the entire weekend with interview after interview with Emily by her side. She had met up with her parents for a light dinner last night on the Rivera before she jumped the plane to fly back home. She had promised the working crew that she would stop by tonight, and she wasn't going to disappoint them.

"I think they'd be understanding, if you choose not to stop tonight," Emily said softly.

"I promised them, Em," Rachel yawned again. "They're all working so hard it wouldn't be right," Rachel smirked.

"You're so stubborn," she laughed and yawned. "I'm going to stay in the car and nap if that is ok?"

"Don't be silly Em, of course it will be fine," Rachel glanced at her phone it was 11pm, she wasn't sure If any of the workers were still there but a promise was a promise.

The car pulled up to the theater underground parking and Rachel smiled at the driver when he held open her door. "Thank you, Jackson. I'll be back as soon as possible."

"Take your time, We'll watch over Ms. Emily," he smiled nodding over to Caly over the roof of the car as she walked into the building.

Rachel took the stairs, since she wasn't sure yet if the elevator had been replaced, it wasn't suppose to until next week. She took the two flights up and she hit the lobby of the theater. It was relatively quiet on the main floor. They had done all the demo that they could and where waiting for the building inspector to come back and check the wiring and approval of the orchestra pit before they continued with any of the design implements. She slipped into her office and snagged a water bottle from her small fridge and then headed up the second flight of stairs.

She opened the door and was assaulted first by the smell of fresh paint, then the music that was playing in a room further away. "Hello?"

There was no answer, where was everyone? Did someone leave all the lights on and the music going? What a waste of energy. Rachel thought to herself annoyed.

She frowned as she rounded the corner and saw large industrial fans a dozen of them all going at one time. The walls were painted a beautiful lilac color that brought back childhood memories. Smiling to herself she headed up the stairs to the second floor. "Hello?" still no answer but she could hear a faint hammering in the background so she followed the sound. She rounded the corner to the second floor guest bath and stopped short.

There was Quinn Fabray in cargo pants, an a-shirt, her hair pulled back in a pony tail with streaks of lilac paint on her bare arms and in her hair. Thankful of the water she now held in her hand she took a large pull on the liquid, watching as Quinn framed out the bath and separate shower of her guest bathroom. She stood there for god only knows how long before Quinn finally noticed her and accidentally missed the nail, and puckered the drywall instead.

"Damn it," she inspected the void with her fingertip. "I'll make sure to plaster that," she frowned at it one more time before slipping her hammer into the tool belt cinched at her waist.

Someone hates me, fate, karma everyone hates me. Rachel thought to herself as she tried to hide a moan with taking a sip of water and instead began to choke.

"Are you ok?" Quinn demanded walking over and rubbing the diva's back.

"Wrong tube, I'm fine," Rachel lied refusing to look at Quinn in the eyes, not that it mattered because all she saw was Quinn every where she tired to look and when she closed her eyes.

"How was your trip?" Quinn asked stepping back

"Great," Rachel finally got out looking around. "Looks like a lot of progress. I love the paint color you picked. Where is everyone? Why are you still here?"

"I … ah… I sent everyone home. I stayed behind to make sure the paint dried. Yarin had to pick up Nathan from his game, and the workers where tired."

"I bet there are, you don't have to stay so late Quinn," Rachel turned and smiled.

"Well I like things to be done correctly, Plus S and Britt are being hormonal and horny all over my house."

"Say no more," Rachel laughed. "This place looks great, you guys are doing an amazing job,"

"Thanks," Quinn grinned. "Just need to pin down a client long enough for her to pick out bath fixtures and furniture and we are pretty much done."

"Niiiiice Fabray," Rachel smirked back at her, forgetting to avoid eye contact and her mouth became dry again.

"Hey it's all that is left, we have an inspection Wednesday afternoon for up here and then you're in the clear. So picking the bath features is pretty important."

"Sounds like your ahead of schedule," Rachel countered.

"Maybe," Quinn grinned again twirling her hammer in her belt. "You look a little tired Berry,"

"I'm a little tired," she admitted with a shrug to her shoulders.

"You should be home resting," Quinn said softly leaning in and hugging her. "Come on the paint should be dry," she turned off the lights and led the way down the stairs. They flicked off the fans by killing the main switch of power to the apartment, and locked the doors flight by flight until they were close to the parking garage again. "Rachel?"

Rachel stopped and stepped back into the stairwell. "Yes, Quinn?"

"I'm glad your home, I missed you," Quinn pulled her in for another quick hug. "The weekends seem so much longer then two days."

Rachel fought back tears. "I know. I miss you too," she held Quinn tight, then loosened her hold and took a step back. "I should go, you need your rest," she whispered.

Quinn looked at Rachel and felt that pull that she felt when Rachel returned last time from her trip, the feeling that she had been trying to deny for the last week. But this time there was nothing to interrupt them, and when she watched Rachel nibble on her bottom lip, it sealed their fate.

"Don't go," she whispered leaning down and fusing her lips with Rachel's. The kiss started out slow and softly, but Quinn heard Rachel gasp that was followed by a moan and she wasn't able to control herself. She slammed Rachel into the wall of the stairwell lifted her off the ground placing her leg around her hip resting her above the tool belt as she ground their hips together. "God you taste so good."

"Quinn!" Rachel pulled the blonde closer raking her hands down her barley covered back. "Oh god, more… please more," she begged as she bit at Quinn's lip, thrusting her tongue into the taller girls mouth and twirling it with her own. Her hips kicking against Quinn as the girl massaged her ass.

The peal of Back to Black raided the stairwell and Quinn grunted. Rachel pulled away and looked clearly at Quinn and began to cry, she pushed Quinn away and slid down the wall in a very un-lady like way. "I can't do this…I'm sorry," she ran off.

"Rachel! Rachel Wait," Quinn called after her but Jackson stood between them as Rachel jumped into the car. She heard her yell "Drive!"

"What!" Quinn demanded when she answered her phone.

"Damn Fabray, what has your panties in a bunch? I was just calling to see if you could stop by and get Britt some frozen yogurt on the way home, she is driving me nuts."

"Yeah, I'll be home in a half and hour," Quinn muttered.

"You ok Q? You don't sound right."

"I just kissed Rachel," Quinn muttered locking the door and heading to the car.

"About fucking time, so you remember huh?"

"What are you talking about?" Quinn demanded.

She was answered by a string of Spanish, and the phone being hung up. It appears that Rachel wasn't the only one keeping secrets.

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A/N: So don't be too angry that I left it at a cliff hanger…I will update soon…no really I will. I got them back together…well they kissed right…I get points for that right…damn I am hiding under a rock until I get the next chapter updated.

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Taylor

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