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A/N - Welcome back everyone! I hope you all enjoy this little chapter of mine. :)

Chapter 37 - Oops! I Did It Again!

Shelby rushed through the front door of Quinn and Rachel's house, quickly headed toward the main living room. "Quinn, I got here as soon as I could! Is everything o… kay?" she stopped mid-step just inside the archway leading into the living room to see a very… familiar… well not exactly familiar, but a definite sense of deja vu immediately swept over her as her eyes took in the scene before her. Sitting rigid on the couch was a tired, ragged-looking blonde mother who was staring across the room at a small brunette three year old, standing with a nose in the corner.

Yep. It was like she had been transported back in time 20 years.

At the sound of the new voice, Jaxon turned and exclaimed, "Ga'ma! Ga'ma!" A huge smile lit up his face as he took in the welcome sight of someone who could save him.

But no.

"Jaxon Berry Fabray!" the cold, stern voice of his blonde mother cut through the air, "put your nose right back in that corner."

What happened next was the part that was different than Shelby's memories - where Rachel would pout to get her way, Jaxon glared. And Shelby had to admit that it was a very unnerving sight. That bold little three year old glared right back at his mother with cold, intimidating eyes. And a matching - but hazel - pair of icy eyes glared right back at him. It caused a shiver to run up Shelby's spine, and she swore the temperature in the room plummeted.

Fabray against Fabray.

It was not a pretty sight to say the least.

Shelby could actually feel the static in the air, the impending implosion. And she knew if she didn't somehow defuse the situation quickly, the two would turn each other into stone.

Rachel was dramatic, but Jaxon was defiant. Definitely inherited from Quinn.

"Nose. In. The. Corner. Now!" Each word was clipped as they came out of Quinn's mouth. It was a short command, but it spoke volumes.

As Jaxon obediently – but obviously pissed - turned back to face the wall, his hard glare didn't leave Quinn's until she was completely out of his sight.

As Quinn slowly twisted in her seat to see Shelby, the older woman's heart jumped in fear at the rigid stare, but hazel eyes quickly morphed into helpless, exhausted eyes. Eyes of a worn out mother who had been dealing with a very stubborn child, and was at her wit's end.

Shelby's heart went out to the young mother.

Quinn stood up and walked toward the kitchen, motioning for Shelby to follow her. But once she was out of sight of the little boy, the blonde crumbled.

Shelby pulled her into a comforting hug as Quinn cried on her shoulder.

Quinn was just so tired. She was beyond tired. Working 60 hours a week, conducting business matters, dealing with hard-headed art dealers who thought they were more important than any god, keeping the house clean, making sure there was healthy food on the table, plus trying to spend time with Jaxon and being a good mother was wearing her out. Especially with Rachel gone and having to deal with Jaxon's defiance alone.

Oh… She missed Rachel so much. She hadn't realized until then how much she'd come to lean and rely on her girlfriend until she was gone.

"It's okay, sweetie," Shelby cooed in her ear, keeping a tight comforting hug on the young blonde. "Everything will be okay."

"I'm just so tired," Quinn managed to say through her tears. She hated feeling this way. Not only was it a blow to her pride, it was also showing vulnerability - weakness. And that was the one inadequacy that Fabrays avoided at all costs.

Shelby held her in her arms for several minutes, trying to somehow lend the distressed mother some of her own strength. "Quinn, darling, why don't you leave Jaxon to me and go take a nice hot bath. Take a good book, or turn on some soft music. Add some bubbles. Just anything that will help you relax. Don't worry about Jaxon, I'll handle him."

Quinn pulled back, immense gratitude shining in her teary eyes. "That sound heavenly. Thank you, Shelby. And thank you for coming over."

"You're welcome, sweetie," the brunette's eyes soft as she squeezed Quinn's arm with understanding.

Quinn filled herself a tall cup of ice water and headed up the stairs, intent on taking the older woman's advice.

Shelby took a deep breath, her mind going back to the days of Rachel's tantrums. Well, the tantrums from when the young diva was little; her tantrums these days were slightly different. Now that Rachel was older, Shelby could try to make her daughter see reason and logic, whereas it was near impossible for a three year old to see and understand any kind of logic.

When she walked back into the living room, she had to admit that she was surprised to see Jaxon's nose still in the corner. She was honestly expecting him to have moved from that position as soon as Quinn left the room. However, he was now standing in only his navy blue shorts - his shirt thrown across the room. Surely his own insolent move after the women had gone into the kitchen.

She quietly sat down on the couch and just watched her grandson for several minutes. He stayed mostly quiet, a deep breath here and there, a little shuffling of his feet.

After five minutes Shelby spoke up, making sure her voice conveyed an edge of authority, "Okay, Jaxon, you can come over here now."

He turned around, a sad puppy dog look on his face as he dragged his little feet over to the couch and stood in front of his grandmother, his gaze down toward the carpet.

Shelby ran her fingers through his thick wavy hair, loving the softness and the way it felt. "What's going on, baby?" she asked gently.

He just shrugged his shoulders and fiddled with his fingers, knowing he was in trouble. He didn't like to be in trouble with his grandma.

Shelby's brow creased in thought as she studied him. "Come sit on my lap," she said, lifting him up.

He sat quietly, snuggling into her chest and enjoying her closeness.

Shelby wrapped her arms around him. "Why were you standing in the corner?" she asked quietly, laying a kiss to the side of his head so he knew he was loved.

"Mama made me," he mumbled.

"Why did she make you? What happened?"

He was silent for a moment, knowing he was probably going to get in trouble again by his earlier actions. "I yell at Mama."

Shelby raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Why did you yell at your Mama?"

"She mean to me."

"Why was she mean to you?" she asked softly, making sure to continue running her fingers through his hair soothingly.

He turned in her lap to look at her. "At store I wanted Mickey cheese. Mama said, 'NO!'" he informed his grandmother, pouting and crossing his arms, like what Quinn did to him was so uncalled for. How dare anyone deny a child some cheese?!

Shelby sighed, pulling him closer into her. "Then what happened?"

"I yell at her," his voice fell lower, feeling chastised. "She mad at me. When we get home, she made me stand in corner."

Shelby took a deep breath, now understanding the situation she had walked in on earlier. "Come on, Jax. I'll make you a peanut butter sandwich, then we can go up and play in your toy room while your mama rests."

His eyes lit up for the first time as he scrambled off her lap.

After his snack and while Jaxon was digging through his toybox, Shelby sent a quick message to Rachel, telling her to FaceTime her as soon as she could. Rachel replied five minutes later, letting her mother know she would be able to in around fifteen minutes.

Shelby and Jaxon played with cars and airplanes and dinosaurs until Shelby heard her phone beep.

Opening up her app, she grinned when she saw her daughter's beautiful face. "Hey, baby girl, how are you?"

Obviously having just finished with a workout, Rachel had her hair up in a ponytail and a towel across her shoulders. "I'm doing good, Mom," she said with a smile, then her brow furrowed. "Are you at my house?"

"Hi, Mom 'Chel!" Jaxon exclaimed, sticking his head between Shelby and the phone, grinning widely at his mom.

Rachel laughed. "Hey, Jax! How are you, sweetheart? Are you and grandma playing today?"

He nodded excitedly, then his eyes lowered as he bit his lip. "I trouble with Mama," he reluctantly admitted, his voice soft.

Rachel let out a deep, frustrated breath, knowing the situation wouldn't be good. "Tell me what happened."

He recounted what happened, making Rachel dig the information out of him the same way Shelby had to.

After he was finished, Rachel closed her eyes and dropped her head. What were they going to do with this kid? It was getting out of hand. "I am very sad, Jaxon," she told him. "I wish you wouldn't have done that. I bet it really hurt Mama's feelings."

His eyes filled with tears as he nodded.

Shelby wrapped her arms around him in comfort. Her heart breaking.

"Can I talk to grandma for a few minutes, Jax? Then you and I can talk again, okay?" He nodded and pushed himself off Shelby's lap. "Oh, and, Jaxon?" He stopped and looked back into the phone to see his mom smile. "I love you. No matter what, I will always love you, okay?"

A small smile touched his lips. "I luv you too," he said, kissing his palm.

As the little boy went over to continue playing with his trucks, Shelby slipped out of the room and into Jaxon's bedroom next door, where she and Rachel could have more privacy.

"How is Quinn?" Rachel asked, her eyes closed in defeat.

"Well, she sent me a text, asking me to come over as soon as I could. And when I got here, it was like two alphas silently at war with each other. I swear there's icicles hanging in the living room; their glares were so cold."

Rachel huffed out a laugh, knowing exactly what her mother was talking about. "Where is Quinn now?"

"I sent her to take a hot bath. She looked liked she could really use it. She was strong and stern with Jaxon, but once she and I were out of his earshot, she just broke down."

Rachel's heart broke for her girlfriend. She knew this must being killing the blonde. Normally Quinn and Jaxon got along great. Their personalities complemented each other perfectly, like how Rachel and Quinn fit together. But when the Fabray attitude of steel makes its bull-headed and unshakable appearance from her son, all hell breaks loose. Two Fabrays fighting each other was ugly, and only the strongest of people would ever dare to step in between them.

Shelby continued, "I think I'm going to take Jaxon to my house for the weekend. It's Friday and I don't have to work until Monday, so I have a lot of free time. I think it would be good for Quinn to have a quiet weekend. Or at least a Jaxon-free one," she said, smiling.

A small smile touched Rachel's lips, gratitude shining on her eyes. "That would be wonderful, Mom. Thank you. I know she would really appreciate that. She's been so busy lately with the gallery and everything… and sometimes she gets so caught up in her work that she forgets to eat and take care of herself. So a weekend to unwind would help her a lot."

They talked for a few more minutes, then Rachel and Jaxon got to talk for a while. She reprimanded his actions toward his mama and made him promise her he would be nicer. She explained that his mama was tired and needed him to be more patient and respectful towards her. He was the man of the house and he needed to protect and care for his mama.

Hearing the words "man of the house" and "protect" somehow kick-started the male "take care of my family" instinct inside the little boy. He puffed out his chest and told his mom he would do better and protect his mama.

After much kisses, one directly on the screen, they ended their call. Shelby asked Jaxon to help her pack him a small bag of clothes for a few days over at her house. He was thrilled to know he was going to be staying with his grandma.

Shelby quietly tapped on Quinn's bedroom door. But when there was no response, she opened it slowly, hoping not to disturb the blonde.

Her shoulders relaxed when she saw Quinn sleeping peacefully on the bed, wearing sweatpants and a tank top, her hair still wet from the bath. Not wanting to disrupt the exhausted woman, Shelby softly closed the door and headed down to the kitchen where she left a note on the counter, telling Quinn that she had Jaxon and would keep him for the weekend so she could have some much-needed relaxing few days.

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The five members of New Directions sat in the sound booth of a St. Louis radio station, preparing for an on-air interview. They were laughing and joking around with the two DJs while songs and commercials played, everyone having a blast.

"So, when are we up?" Puck asked Greg Campbell, one of the radio hosts, as he rubbed his hands together in excited anticipation.

"Five minutes. We'll talk and ask questions between a couple songs," Greg informed him. "And then you guys will play your current single, and we'll wrap it up after that."

"Sounds good," the mohawked singer said, pulling on the large headphones.

"Alright, guys, you ready?" Debby, the other host, asked as everyone pulled on headphones and nodded.

The technician outside the booth signaled they would be live in five seconds, then counted down. At zero, he pointed to the booth.

"Welcome back to all our listeners. I'm Debby McGuire and Greg Campbell is here with me… like always," she joked in a fake annoyed tone.

"Thanks a lot, Debby," her co-DJ said into the microphone.

"I'm just teasing, Greg. You know I love ya! Besides, the listeners this morning aren't here for us. They just want to hear from our guests," Debby said with a wink toward the band.

"Well, let's welcome them, shall we?" Greg asked, turning to face the group. "Today we are excited to have the one and only New Directions with us in our studio!"

"Yay!" cheered Jake into the microphone, causing the rest of the booth to crack up in laughter. "What? I'm excited to be here."

"Shut up, dude," Puck said, shoving his brother.

Luckily Jake caught his balance before sprawling on the ground.

"Okay, you two," Rachel said, eyeing the brothers. She knew well enough that once those two started shoving each other, the rest went downhill quickly.

"Well we're happy to have you guys join us!" Debby interrupted, pulling the conversation back on track. "How are you all doing this morning? It's pretty early."

There were some laughs.

"We're good," Blaine answered. "It is early for us, mostly since we just pulled into town around midnight last night, but we're happy to be here."

"So how has the tour been going so far? Has it been everything you were hoping it to be?" Debby asked.

"It's going really well," Rachel said, looking around at her band and seeing them all nod their agreement. "I mean, we all love performing, meeting fans, the energy… Music is a huge part of our lives, and getting to share that with people is amazing."

"Yeah. This tour has definitely been the best one for us so far," added Puck.

Blaine nodded. "Getting to meet our fans from everywhere around the world is an awesome feeling. Last week in Dallas, we had fans that came all the way from Australia just to see us! It was unbelievable!"

"And like Rachel said," Sam added his thoughts, "We're doing what we love with the people we love! Couldn't be better."

"So you guys really are a family off stage?" Greg asked.

They all nodded.

"Absolutely," Jake answered. "Of course we have ups and downs like all family, but after a few black eyes, all is well again."

Everyone laughed.

"Speaking of family, Rachel," Debby said turning to diva, "Your son was on tour with you at the beginning, right?"

Rachel grinned. "Yes! And he absolutely loved it! It was great to be able to share this part of my life with him."

"And we saw on a YouTube video that he can sing," the host smiled.

Puck smirked. "Yup. That kid's badass! He doesn't let anything stop him."

"He's definitely a true performer," Blaine said.

"So after the show tonight, where is your next stop?" Debby asked.

"Chicago," Rachel answered. "We've never played there before, so we're all pretty excited."

Jake nodded. "Yeah, several of the cities on this tour are new to us and it's been great. Especially when we hear that most of the concerts are all sold out. We're honored that so many fans want to come see our shows. The crowds have been great! It's a rush, really!" he babbled excitedly.

"Don't you guys have some tickets you wanted to give away for the show tonight?" Greg asked.

Blaine pulled two front row tickets out of his jacket pocket. "Yeah, we do. How do you want to determine which fan wins them?"

"How about whoever can guess which of us is the strongest?" Puck piped up, kissing his bicep.

It was disgusting and childish and Rachel curled her top lip. "Gross, Noah!"

"How about - Who can guess the number of tattoos Rachel has?" Sam threw out.

Everyone looked at Rachel and she just shrugged. "That's fine, I guess."

Greg smiled and leaned into his microphone. "Okay, listeners! You heard Sam - Whoever can guess the number of tattoos lead singer Rachel Berry has, will win two front row tickets for tonight's show. So get ready! … And the phone lines are open… Now!" he announced, pressing a button.

Immediately all the phone lines lit up.

"Wow," Rachel breathed out, her eyes wide as she stared at all the blinking lights.

Debby pressed one of the buttons. "Hi! You're on-air with New Directions!"

"Ohh… Oh… Oh my… !" exclaimed a high-piercing voice. Then the sound of screaming and jumping around was heard in the background.

"Hello?" Greg chuckled into the microphone. "Are you still there? You didn't faint, did you?"

The noise quieted and they heard the girl clearing her throat. "N-No. I'm here. I'm here."

The host chuckled. "Okay. What's your name?"

"Melinda."

"Hi, Melinda! Do you want to say hi to New Directions?"

There was a little squeal, then, "Hi, you guys! Hi, Rachel!"

They all laughed and said their greetings.

"Melinda, do you know how many tattoos Rachel has?" Greg asked.

"Ten?" she answered.

Rachel shook her head, so the radio host pressed the loud buzzer button.

"Oh sorry, Melinda! That's not right. Okay, next caller," he pressed the next blinking light. "Hi! Welcome to the show. What's your name?"

"Travis," said a deep voice.

"Hey, Travis," Debby greeted. "Want to say hello to the band?"

"Hey everyone!" he said, a smile in his voice.

"Hi, Travis!" and "Hey, dude!" and "Hey, Travis!" filled the airwaves.

"What's your guess on the number of Rachel's tattoos?" Debby asked.

"16," he stated confidently.

Everyone turned to look at Rachel, who had her mouth hanging open.

"How did he know that?!" she exclaimed.

"He's right?" Greg asked the diva curiously.

"I thought you only had 14?" Blaine said, looking confused at the singer.

"Well yeah. I had 14 for a while, but just last week I got two more."

Puck's eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Oh yeah? What are the two new ones?"

Rachel blushed. "I had my son's name written on the side of my right ribcage. And I had Quinn's name written in elegant script."

The booth was silent as they all waited for her to finish. But when she didn't, Debby asked the question everyone was wondering, "And where on your body would that be?"

Trying to dodge the question, Rachel quickly grabbed the microphone and exclaimed, "Congratulations, Travis! You won the two front row tickets for tonight's show! We'll be excited to-"

"Wait! Wait!" filled the booth in objection to the diva dodging the question.

"Come on, JewBabe," Puck smirked. "You have to tell us where Quinn's name is tattooed on that sexy body of yours."

Rachel's mouth pursed into a straight line. "I do not have to tell you!" she informed them with a stubborn bite to her voice. "It's just between Quinn and I! So just drop it, Noah!"

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The tour continued, taking New Direction to different cities as they traveled farther east. They played in Chicago, Memphis, as well as Atlanta. Orlando was by far one of their favorite stops, since most of the women who came to the concert were only clad in bikinis. Rachel liked the area and made a mental note to bring Quinn and Jaxon back to go to DisneyWorld when the tour was over.

Rachel and Quinn talked every day and made plans for Quinn to meet up with the band in New York City, where they would be performing two concerts. And since they would be in one place for a few days, Quinn and Rachel figured that would be the ideal time to be together.

But before that blissful reunion, Rachel still had to get through five more cities.

It was in Washington D.C. when they actually, surprisingly, got everything ready for the show ahead of time. So the band decided to take some time and spend with the fans.

"Did you see all those fans outside?" Sam asked incredulously.

"Yeah. It's crazy," Jake chuckled as they reached the doors and nodded to the security guards.

"Let's do this!" Puck yelled as he pushed past the rest of the band and flung the door open, his hands in the air like he was waiting for a standing ovation.

Rachel just rolled her eyes and followed after him.

"Surprise, people!" he called, immediately getting the attention of everyone within earshot.

A collective gasp went up from the fans that had gathered early at the entrance to the venue.

"Puck!"

"Oh my hell, it's Puck!"

"Look! There's Sam!"

"Marry me, Jake!"

"I love you, Puck!"

"Rachel!"

Puck waded into the throng of people. "Don't be shy, now. I don't bite," he teased, flashing his sexy smirk.

It was like a dam had broken as the fans swarmed them.

The band spent the next thirty minutes signing every piece of paper, picture, CD case or phone that came their way.

Everyone wanted autographs, but Rachel made sure to only sign in appropriate places, despite several protests from willing girls. She would just smile at them and sign in a more modest spot.

The concert that evening was loud and pumping, and everything a New Directions concert should be. The screams and cheers were louder than normal and it seemed like everyone had the time of their lives.

Back at the hotel, the band had a few drinks to wind down from the adrenaline rush, then decided to call it a night, each going to their separate hotel rooms.

Glad to finally be able to get some rest, Rachel pulled the keycard from her pocket when she reached her suite. Inside, she threw her jacket down on the couch and began undressing as she headed toward the bedroom. She was just entering the room, her shirt halfway unbuttoned, when she stopped.

Her gaze fell to the end of her bed where she saw a pair of long sexy legs. A predatory smile grew and she felt her member harden at the thought of her girlfriend surprising her a week early. She took a few more steps forward into the room, her eyes hungrily traveling up the long legs that led to a toned stomach, over perky breasts and finally landed on the beautiful face of a blonde…

… But it wasn't her blonde.

Rachel stared at the familiar woman in shock. What the hell was she doing here? "J-Jasmine?" she breathed out, her mind spinning as she tried to figure out what was going on.

The blonde woman smiled seductively at the stunned singer, her eyes dark and filled with lust as she roamed over the sexy body of the brunette singer.

"Jasmine, what the hell are you doing here?" Rachel asked in confusion, completely thrown by the turn of events.

"Hello, baby," the woman purred as she made her way toward the end of the bed where the singer still stood. She wrapped her arms around Rachel's neck and pressed her naked body against her. "I've missed you so much." She placed a soft kiss on Rachel's lips.

The intimate action broke the diva from her shock and she quickly pushed the intruder away. "No!" She quickly crossed to the other side of the room, re-buttoning her shirt. "No, Jasmine! The hell?!" She ran her hand through her hair in exasperation. "I asked you what the hell you are doing here, and I expect an answer!"

Jasmine just pouted at the angry brunette. "But, Rach baby, come on, I'm back. Now we can be a family," she said, hope now filling her eyes.

Rachel's jaw dropped to the ground. What the hell was going on? Was one of the guys playing some sort of sick joke on her? "W-What are you talking about? I haven't seen you in over two years, and all of a sudden you just show up out of nowhere?"

Jasmine let out a defeated sigh and laid back on the bed, propping her head on her hand as she pulled the comforter over her to cover her naked body. "I'm sorry, Rachel. You knew I had to leave back then. The tour was ending and I needed to find another dancing gig. Luckily Gaga had been hiring for back up dancers or I wouldn't have known what to do."

Rachel fell into the chair by the desk, staring at her one-time friend and lover - actually she was more like a fuck buddy than a lover. "But after you left, I never heard from you again. What happened, Jaz?"

The blonde huffed out a sarcastic laugh. "What happened? You seriously want to know what happened to me, Rachel?" Her eyes hardened as she pushed herself off the bed, not caring about her nakedness, and walked over to her discarded clothes on the sofa. She searched through her jacket pocket and pulled out a photo, thrusting it at the singer. "This happened," she pointed at the photo in the diva's hands.

Rachel looked at up at the woman in confusion, then gazed down at the photo of a little boy, probably around two years old. His blue eyes, the same shade as Jasmine's, went perfectly with his brown unruly hair. He was sitting on lush green grass and laughing as he looked up at the person behind the camera.

But what captured Rachel's attention immediately was the big bright smile on his little face.

She closed her eyes and swallowed the lump in her throat. Oh shit…

Jasmine took a step toward the singer and said softly, "Our son is what happened, Rachel."

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A/N - To all the readers who wanted Jaxon to have a sibling - there you go! :)