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Chapter 5 – Jaxon
Quinn was laying in her hospital bed, resting her tired eyes. The doctor had arrived a few minutes ago and had just finished checking Quinn's stitches to make sure everything was beginning to heal properly.
"Dr. Corcoran-" Quinn began.
The doctor smiled and interrupted, "Quinn, I've seen more of your body than you even have… I think that warrants you calling me Shelby."
Quinn smiled, a light blush covering her cheeks. "Okay… Shelby. Um, I was just wondering how he is doing? If everything is okay with him?"
"Well, let's take a look, shall we?" Shelby walked over to the hospital bassinet to see a wide eyed and happy baby boy, who happened to be wiggling around and looking at everything around him through the clear plastic bassinet. She pulled out her stethoscope, first listening to his heart, then his lungs. She ran her fingers through his soft dark hair, enjoying the feeling of a brand new baby.
Santana was sitting in a chair next to Quinn's bed, looking at some celebrity magazine. Quinn glanced over and her eyes fell on a picture of Rachel Berry dancing in a club with some redhead girl, actually the singer was more like grinding and trying to merge their half-naked bodies together.
Quinn reached over and snatched the trash magazine out of Santana's hands and threw it across the room.
"What the hell?!" Santana exclaimed.
But before anything else was said, the doctor asked Quinn if she had decided on a name for her son yet.
Quinn looked over at the infant. "I was thinking about Jaxon Berry Fabray."
Santana's eyes bugged out, then she scoffed, "Are you shitting me right now, Q?! You're naming your son after your one night stand?!"
"She is a part of him, San. No matter if I like it or not," she defended, still so exhausted from the delivery and not wanting to fight with her best friend.
"She might have been amazing in bed and rocked your world, Q, but she's gone and you haven't heard anything from her since that night. Besides, you have been adamant and have constantly refused these past seven months to even get a hold of her to tell her about the baby."
"That's because Rachel wouldn't want him!" Quinn yelled, her eyes shooting fire.
"And how in the hell would you know that?! It wasn't like you two talked during your hot night of marathon sex."
"Because…" Quinn closed her eyes. She rubbed her forehead, dreading the impending headache. She pointed toward the magazine she had just thrown on the floor and said, "You saw the photo in that magazine; she is a rock star, San. Rock stars probably have kids all over the world from their numerous one night stands. All they care about is their music and screaming fans." She paused and looked over to her baby. She would never admit it out loud, but she did wish Rachel was there with her right then, holding her hand and being there for her and their baby. As a family. "But… I can at least give my son a piece of his other mother."
Santana rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Q. He's your son, name him whatever you want." She took a deep breath, lowering her eyes to the floor. "You know I will always support you in whatever you choose to do, I promise."
A soft smile touched Quinn's lips. "Thanks, S."
Shelby had continued to examine the baby during the two women's conversation, her eyes were growing wider with each word pouring out of their mouths. Thankfully her back was toward them and they couldn't see her expression.
After a few minutes of staring in awe at the handsome baby boy, who she just found out was actually her grandson, Shelby finally hung her stethoscope around her neck, swallowed the teary lump in her throat and turned to look back at Quinn, saying, "He's looking wonderful, Quinn. And he is perfectly healthy. You did an excellent job." She turned and lovingly gazed back down at the brown haired baby boy one more time, gently trailing her fingers through his fine hair, before she finally left the room.
Once she was in the hallway and the door was closed behind her, Shelby leaned against the wall, rubbing her hand over her forehead and muttering, "Oh, Rachel. What have you done?"
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Shelby sat at her kitchen table, staring at the phone in her hand. After over-hearing Quinn and her friend basically say that Rachel Berry was the… mother? Sperm donor? Other parent? …to Jaxon, she had wanted nothing more than to call Rachel and yell at her, then jump for joy with her, then cry.
Since she met Quinn Fabray several months ago at her first OB appointment, Shelby has been intrigued with the blonde. Quinn had always been polite and kind, always so excited at hearing the baby's heartbeat and seeing him on the ultrasound. She really liked Quinn and knew she would be a good mother to Jaxon.
Perhaps Quinn had some good feelings for Rachel. She did want to give Jaxon the middle name 'Berry', so that was a step in the right direction. Shelby wondered how Rachel felt about Quinn, if Rachel even remembered Quinn.
Shelby's heart was pounding hard in her chest. Over the years, several doctors had told them that Rachel was infertile and the news had completely devastated the young brunette.
When Rachel was little, all she ever wanted was to be a mother. Her dolls and stuffed animals were always her babies, she carried them everywhere, making sure they were tucked in at night and loved during the day. Rachel loved everything to do with little kids and babies. And Shelby always knew she would make an excellent mother someday.
Then the day came when Rachel was sixteen and she was at a doctor's appointment. Because of her condition, Shelby made sure Rachel had the same doctor the whole time she was growing up. The doctor became a close friend of the family. It was during this appointment that her doctor gave her the terrible news – her sperm count was very low and the ones that they did find were weak, so there would be no way she would ever be able to impregnate a woman. It was impossible.
Rachel was devastated. She cried for weeks. Her dream of being a mother was shattered and she felt worthless. Shelby would hold her and give her daughter all the comfort she could. She told Rachel that she could still become a mother by adopting; there were millions of kids in the world that would be lucky to have her as a mother.
But Rachel didn't want to hear it.
That was when her personality seemed to change overnight. Rachel was always a sweet and light-hearted girl, but then suddenly she started wearing skimpier clothes, changing her choice of music to hard rock, she began picking up tons of random girls and Shelby had no doubt that Rachel was sleeping with them. Rachel's attitude completely changed to a 'who cares' philosophy. She just wanted to go out and have fun, have sex and start a band. That was when the young brunette met Puck, Sam, Jake and Blaine.
Shelby liked the boys okay. Puck and Jake were both obviously pervs, but Sam and Blaine were nice enough. The two guys seemed to keep Rachel in check and she slightly mellowed her self-proclaimed 'badass-ness'.
And that was exactly what the diva had been like for the last several years. Don't get her wrong, Shelby loved her daughter. She was the most important person in Shelby's life. And Rachel hadn't gone totally off the cliff, she still called her mother regularly, was respectful and courteous, was loyal to her friends and would do anything to help the people she cared about. Shelby was mostly concerned with Rachel's attitude toward women and having her own family. The young brunette still believed that if she couldn't have a baby that was biologically hers, there was no way she could have a family. She told Shelby several times that no woman would want to be with her because Rachel wouldn't be able to give her a child. So the singer refused to have any romantic relationships, only one or two fucks with a girl before she shoved them aside and went for the next one. She wouldn't lower her tough façade for anyone to get to know the real her. Rachel believed that it would just cause pain for everyone involved.
Taking a deep breath, Shelby dialed Rachel's phone number and listened to it ring.
After the third ring, Rachel answered, "Hey, Mom! How's it going?"
Shelby smiled. "Everything is wonderful, Rachel. I just miss you."
"Awww… thanks, Mom. I miss you too," Rachel said. "We're performing in Phoenix tomorrow night and then on to Las Vegas the first of next week for two shows. After that Tina promised us that we would have a week off before we start again on the east coast. So I was hoping to spend a few days with you, if you're available, that is."
"Of course, sweetie! I would love that. I'll make sure I have the time off work then I'll be all yours."
"Great!" Rachel exclaimed.
As Shelby listened to Rachel talk, she could sense something different about her daughter, but she wasn't sure exactly what it was. "Rachel? Are you okay?"
There was a long pause on the singer's side of the line, then she said, "Yeah, Mom. I'm okay. I've just been doing a lot of thinking lately and… well, honestly I really don't know. My mind has been all foggy of late. Maybe I'm going through a mid-life crisis."
Shelby laughed. "A mid-life crisis at 22?"
"Hey! It could happen!" Rachel declared, playfully offended.
Shelby could just imagine the pout on Rachel's face and had to chuckle. "Whatever you say, Rach. Have you ever considered that you might possibly be growing up and maturing?"
Rachel scoffed, "I've always been mature for my age, Mom."
Shelby held in a laugh and continued listening to her daughter's rant.
"And having to constantly babysit four boys everyday is making me feel old," Rachel went on. "I swear, these guys are gross, Mom. I'm stuck in a tour bus with stinky boys who leave their whiskers in the bathroom sink. And the fridge is always empty because they are a bunch of pigs. And do you know what Puck wanted to do last night?" she didn't even wait for Shelby to answer before she went on, "He thought it would be fun to compare everyone's penis size to see who was crowned the ultimate king. Granted he was completely drunk, but still! Disgusting!"
Shelby laughed, but she heard Rachel quietly mutter under her breath, "They all know I'm the biggest anyway."
"Oh, Rachel."
"I'm serious, Mom. I'm going to talk to Tina and demand that when we start the next leg of our tour on the east coast, I get my own tour bus. I'll even share with her and Mercedes if I have to, as long as I get away from all this testosterone. I'd rather compare my breast size than my penis size. I'm sure I'd win on that one too," she muttered the last part.
Shelby laughed. "Oh, I love you so much, my little girl. But tell me, are you enjoying the craziness of your life?"
"Oh definitely!" Rachel exclaimed. "This is what I've always wanted to do. I love seeing different parts of the world and sharing my music and spending time with my fans. I wouldn't change it for anything. I am completely happy, Mom. I'm living my dream."
Shelby could hear the sincerity in Rachel's voice and she had to admit that her heart hurt a little. She knew Rachel's music was really important to her, but she also knew that Rachel always had a dream of having a family. What would the young brunette say if she knew she had a son? Would her priorities change? Or would Quinn be right, that Rachel wouldn't care about the baby because she was busy enjoying her wild carefree lifestyle? Shelby honestly wasn't sure what Rachel's answer would be, and that had the mother worried.
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Rachel had just hung up with her mom when her phone rang again. She looked down at the caller ID and saw that it was her best friend this time. She quickly pressed the Answer button and said, "What's up, Cass?"
Cassandra July chuckled at the diva's greeting. "Nothing yet, but I have a hot date with a handsome lawyer tonight, so I'm sure something will be up soon."
Rachel laughed. "You are so crude!"
"And you love it!" the blonde teased.
Rachel bobbed her head back and forth before saying, "True. But mostly because it's you."
Cassie and Rachel had met a couple years ago and had instantly clicked. Actually, they met at a dance club when Rachel tried to flirt with the blonde and pick her up. But Cassie had shut the brunette down flat. However, the two had gotten to talking and ended up finding out they had a lot in common. And now they were best friends, often being the other person's wingman whenever Rachel was in town.
Cassie was a lawyer at one of the city's biggest firms. She mostly specialized in entertainment law and anything to do with the industry. Cassie was the yin to Rachel's yang. They both lived in the entertainment industry and had always planned to own their own studio one day and be able to collaborate together to produce music for other artists. Where Rachel was the creative and talent side, Cassie was the business and law. And the combination of their strengths and ambition, they knew their studio would be a success. But with Rachel gone so much, that idea had been put on the back burner.
"Aww… You must miss me then," Cassie responded teasingly.
"Hell yes, Cass! I feel like I've been gone from L.A. forever!" the diva exclaimed.
She heard her best friend scoff on the other side of the phone. "Whatever, Rach. I know you are enjoying every minute of your tour, you can't lie to me. Have you pissed off Puck yet?"
"Every single day," Rachel informed her proudly. "It's just too easy to get under his skin."
"So where are you guys?"
Rachel sighed, plopping back down on her bunk, her legs extended out and propped against the wall. "Almost to Phoenix. Then over to Vegas on Friday."
"Vegas, huh?" the tone in the blonde's voice noticeably brightened.
The singer laughed. "Yes, Vegas. Do you want to meet us there? We could have a wild couple of days together before the shows."
"You and me in the city of sin? Count me in!" Cassie exclaimed.
Rachel chuckled. "Ok, sounds good. Text me in a few days when you get down there and we'll meet up."
Cassie agreed and the best friends ended their call.
Rachel pushed her cell phone into her pocket and went to the front of the tour bus to scavenge for some food.
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Thousands of fans were already outside the stadium waiting for their favorite band, New Directions, to arrive. Some of them had even been waiting for days, which Rachel thought to be crazy. But if it wasn't for fans like those, the band wouldn't be as popular as they were.
The New Directions tour buses pulled up to the side entrance of the Phoenix stadium that they would be playing at that night. And instantly the swarm of fans gravitated toward the buses.
Rachel chuckled as she looked out the side window, watching their fans jump around, holding homemade posters in the air and screaming. She loved this life. She loved all the cheers and the applause. Reading over each of the signs, she had to laugh at one in particular:
'I bet Rachel is bigger than Puck! I better check to make sure!'
"Look, Noah!" she continued her laughing fit as she called to the back of the bus. When the mohawked boy came up beside her, she pointed to the sign. "I think she has it pretty accurate, don't you think?"
Puck playfully shoved the brunette. "Shut it, JewBabe. That chick has no idea what she's talking about," he scoffed as he grabbed his guitar case and headed down the steps and out of the bus into the hoard of people.
Since their rise to fame, it was common knowledge that Rachel was intersex. Being different had never bothered her. Her mother had raised her to love herself no matter what and to cherish her differences. That advice had proven to be the best motto for her life. She loved herself and every part of her, physically, emotionally and intellectually.
Rachel had been taking a nap when they initially pulled into the parking lot, so she was currently just in her boxers that had a big musical note right on her ass and a black tank top. She figured she better get dressed before descending out to the fans. She walked back to the area where she kept all her clothes, pulled on a pair of black basketball shorts and a barely there tank top that was even skimpier than the one she had worn to sleep in. She was proud of her perfectly toned body and loved showing it off. She worked hard for her body, so she believed she had the right to do with it what she pleased.
She reached into her small duffle bag that she always kept with her on tour. In it Rachel kept all the things that were the most special to her – a picture of her and Shelby, her diary, her notebook of song ideas, a few small special nick-nacks she has collected as they traveled, and the last was a folded piece of paper. Rachel pulled it out and opened it, staring down at the crossword puzzle. She knew she was probably being some sort of creepy person to have taken the crossword puzzle from Quinn, but the singer just couldn't help it. She had found it on the floor of their hotel room, Quinn's clutch purse's scattered contents all over the floor. It was all she had to remember the blonde by and for some reason she just couldn't get rid of it. Call the singer a creeper or whatever, Rachel didn't care. Quinn had been special to her.
She finally put the paper away and traced her finger over the golden hearts of her tattoo before she stepped into a pair of sandals, put on her Rachel Berry mega watt smile and waltzed out of the bus and into the tornado of fans. The noise was so loud and people were everywhere! She was thankful for their security team as Matt, her personal bodyguard, held her arm and led her toward the side entrance door. Matt was holding back the screaming fans from touching the diva, all the while Rachel was waving and yelling "I love you too!" back to the crowd.
Sound checks went perfectly and it wasn't long before the concert began. The band, Kurt, Mercedes and Tina (and Holly when she was with them) always had a 'family huddle' before each show to boost each other's energy and excitement levels and to have one last moment together as a family.
Out on the stage, the lights were flashing and the intro music was loud as the stadium pulsed with energy. Rachel felt like she was completely high as she bounced on her toes, shaking her arms out and getting ready for her entrance.
Smoke billowed across the stage as Rachel was lifted up through a trap door in center stage, microphone to her mouth, her high note ringing through the sound system. The crowd went wild.
New Directions were well-known for their crazy light shows during their concerts. They told the media that the reason for the outlandish extra expense was because they wanted to make sure their fans, who spent their time and money to support the band, had an incredible experience that they would remember the rest of their lives.
And the fans did. New Directions had won an online award for 'Fan's Favorite Concert' and the band had been truly honored.
The third song in their line-up was Rachel's favorite. It was high energy and fast and always gave her a workout since she was constantly moving around the stage. She also got to wear one of her favorite outfits. Usually Kurt would design the band's outfits for all concerts and performances, but Rachel insisted she wanted to wear this particular one.
She wore black leather boy shorts and matched it with a red leather vest, and finished it off with red fuck me heels. She wore her hair down in loose curls. Her makeup consisted of red lipstick and dark eye shadow. Halfway through the song she removed her vest to expose a black bikini top. It didn't matter if you were a guy or a girl, at that moment all you wanted to do was push the singer against a wall and have your way with her. She was the embodiment of sex. And she loved it.
After the show, the band celebrated in one of the dressing rooms, their adrenaline still running on high. Puck came sauntering into the room, followed by four gorgeous women.
Rachel looked up from her seat on the couch, noticing one of the women in particular. She was maybe an inch or two taller than the diva, with blonde hair and beautiful hazel eyes. Her heart hitched in her chest when the image of another hazel-eyed blonde bombarded her mind.
'Quinn,' she thought, her smile widening. Her one night with Quinn had been magical. She'd never felt that close to or safe with anyone before. It was honestly the one time in her life she truly felt whole.
She had thought several times about trying to find Quinn, but L.A. was huge and she never got the blonde's last name or where she worked. The search would be futile. Perhaps one day she would get lucky and see her again.
The singer was pulled out of her wandering mind when the blonde haired, hazel-eyed woman walked over to her, hips swaying with each step, and stopped in front of her.
She gave the singer a sly smirk as she bent down, placing her hands on Rachel's knees and sliding them up her thighs. Rachel sucked in a breath when the woman reached her hips, then trailed her hands over to rub at the rapidly growing bulge in the singer's pants. Then the blonde straddled her lap, leaning over to whisper in her ear, "Do you want to get lucky tonight, Rachel?"
Rachel closed her eyes and gripped the blonde's ass, moving her back and forth so she was grinding on the brunette's member. "That was my plan," Rachel husked out, a sparkle of lust in her gaze.
The band had an agreement that they were never to bring any girls back to their bus. If one of them wanted to have sex with a fan, then they had to find somewhere else to do it. So Rachel pulled the blonde down the hall to another one of the dressing rooms. Once through the door, Rachel spun her around, shoving her up against the wall. The singer's lips were on the woman's neck instantly, sucking and licking.
The blonde moaned and grabbed onto the singer's shoulders to steady herself. "I'm…I'm… Nic-" she stuttered out, the rising lust overcoming her vocabulary.
"I don't care what your name is," Rachel interrupted her. "…just enjoy it." Rachel palmed the woman's breasts, feeling her nipples harden. She didn't want to know anything about this girl. Her memories of Quinn had been swirling in her mind and she wanted to pretend that this blonde was actually Quinn. She wanted to have one night where she could drown in her fantasy.
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