A/N - Here we go… :)

Chapter 40 - Emotions Are High

"Quinn?! Quinn, wake up!"

The blonde groaned. Where was she? What the hell had happened?

Her eyelids slowly fluttered open to see Santana leaning down over her. She realized she was laying on the couch in her living room, the Latina looking at her with concern… and also pissed as hell. She blinked her eyes a few times, trying to remember why she was on the couch. Had she slept there? What-

Then the memory of the courier… the manila envelope… the papers. It all crashed down on her and she started crying. Sobs racked her body as she curled up into a ball.

"Quinn…" Santana began, but stopped when she didn't know what to say. She had gotten back from taking Jaxon to Shelby's, grabbed her bag from her house and threw it in the trunk of the car. She hoped Quinn was ready because they needed to get to the airport to catch their flight.

She, however, was not expecting to walk into the kitchen and see her best friend passed out on the marble floor, broken glass and water all around her. Rushing over to Quinn, Santana tried to wake her, but nothing she did worked. She carried her over to the couch and bandaged up a couple cuts from the glass. Then she quickly swept up the rest of the glass so no one else would get hurt.

And that's when she saw it.

Scattered on the kitchen counter were a large envelope and a few pieces of paper. But what caught her eye was a photograph. It was a 5x7 black and white shot of two women walking together down at a beach. Between them, holding both their hands, was a little boy, probably around two years old. One of the women had long blonde hair and was wearing a bikini, she was laughing and looking toward the other woman.

The other woman had her brunette hair pulled up into a ponytail. She wore a pair of swim shorts and a tank top.

Santana didn't recognize the blonde woman, but she sure as hell recognized the brunette.

It was Rachel Berry.

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"What time are Santana and Quinn flying in?" Tina asked Rachel when rehearsal was over.

Rachel placed her guitar back in its case so it wouldn't get damaged or anything else happen to it. "Seven o'clock tonight. I was going to pick them up at the airport, but Quinn insisted that it would be easier to just catch a cab and meet up at the hotel."

Tina nodded. "Well, if you two don't immediately tear each other's clothes off, I'd love to say hi to her," she smirked, giving the singer a wink. By the way Rachel and Quinn acted around each other, Tina knew she wouldn't be seeing the blonde until the next day.

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How could Rachel do this to her?

How could Rachel be with her and Jaxon, and then go off to be with… her other family? How is that even conceivable?

Quinn stared down at the sheet of paper in her trembling hands, reading the words over and over as if her brain refused to comprehend their meaning. Her fists were clenched it so tightly the paper began to tear.

'Quinn, You honestly don't think you're the only one Rachel Berry got pregnant, do you?'

"I'm going to kill the hobbit bitch with my bare hands," Santana growled as she paced back and forth in the kitchen. "What the hell is she thinking?!"

Quinn stared down at the photo. Rachel looked so happy. Whoever the blonde woman was looked more than happy, and the little boy…

A tear rolled down her cheek. She felt sick. She felt like she'd been trampled on and dragged down the street. And then her stomach decided to revolt, so she took off toward the bathroom, her hand covering her mouth.

Santana heard her best friend retching in the bathroom as she stopped next to the kitchen island, looking through the pages. Along with the note and the photo, there were a couple sheets of paper that had other pictures scanned on them.

Rachel and the blonde bitch dancing at a club, a picture of them dressed up in fancy clothes, one showing them drinking together while Sam and Jake were standing in the background.

Had all the members of New Directions known about this? Had they all been in on this huge lie?

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed Brittany's number. But it went straight to voicemail just like it had the other 10 times she had called her girlfriend in the past 30 minutes.

Santana pressed End and turned when she heard Quinn walk back into the room. "What do you want to do?" she asked the blonde. What Santana wanted to do was fly to New York, find Rachel Berry and beat her until the singing hobbit begged for her life.

She knew this hell of a situation was Quinn's problem, but… Dammit! Quinn was her best friend, and had been her best friend for more than half her life! What hurt Quinn, hurt her too. And damn anything that hurt them.

"We're going." The words were final when they left Quinn's mouth. She was determined to get to New York and talk to Rachel, and to find out what the hell was going on.

She thought she knew the singer so well, but she guess everyone had their secrets.

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Quinn let out a sigh of relief when the plane touched down in New York. She grabbed her bag and followed Santana out into the terminal. She'd had a lot of time to think on the airplane and the more she thought, the more angry and frustrated she became.

She felt lost. And that was one emotion she hated. She liked being in control of her life. She needed to be in control of her life. She couldn't stand the whole rollercoaster of emotions that seemed to be the norm for her lately.

Why couldn't she just have a boring life? Why couldn't she and Rachel raise Jaxon in a quiet neighborhood where nothing happened and live a drama-free life. Was that too much to ask for?

Quinn loved Rachel. She really did.

Whether the singer was being a bitch or an idiot, or kind or giddy, or any of the other thousand of emotions that seemed to possess the diva on any given day, Rachel owned her heart and there was nothing Quinn could do to change that.

She didn't want to be a doormat for Rachel to walk all over. She didn't want to be weak. She needed to be strong and hold her ground.

As the two women walked toward the airport exit to grab a taxi, Quinn rubbed her temples, trying to ease the jumble of contradicting emotions that were raging through her body.

"Q, you okay?" Santana asked, worry tinting her voice.

"Yeah. I just… I just feel all over the place. And for someone who needs to always be in control, it's pure hell," she said, trying her best to smile, but failing.

Santana pulled her best friend into a hug. Looking over Quinn's shoulder, her eyes narrowed, and she had to suppress the snarl that began in her throat. She couldn't pull her gaze away from the headline of one of those gossip newspapers that were over at the news stand.

Quinn felt Santana tense in her arms. She pulled back and saw the irate expression on her best friend's face. "What is it, San?"

Looking back into the tired hazel eyes, Santana decided to just ignore what she saw. "Nothing. Come on, let's get a cab before we get stuck in this smelly airport."

Quinn refused to move. She knew when Santana was hiding something. "Tell me," she demanded.

Santana bit her lip, deciding whether or not to open this new can of poisonous worms. She took a defeated breath. Go big or go home, right?

"I just saw a stupid headline on a gossip rag."

Quinn's brow wrinkled in confusion. Then she turned around to see the news stand behind her. She took a few slow steps toward it, stopping when she saw the gossip rag Santana was talking about.

On the cover was a large photo of Rachel at a dance club, laughing and having a drink with some blonde woman. And it was a different blonde than the one in the photo that had been sent to her house. The headline, dramatically slapped above the image, read:

'RACHEL BERRY - BACK ON THE MARKET?'

Quinn's stomach dropped with dread. She knew these trash magazines were full of shit. She hated looking at them, but for some reason she found herself picking it up and turning to the article.

A spark of anger hit her as she stared at a photo of Rachel leading the blonde woman out of a club, their hands linked together. Another picture, this one grainy, showed the same blonde woman leaving a hotel room, wearing the same outfit as the night before.

Quinn's eyes ran over the pictures once more before finally moving to the large block of text on the page.

'RACHEL BERRY of the band New Directions, was spotted out partying it up in a New York club last night with a mystery blonde that was definitely not her girlfriend. Sources at the club told us that the two women stayed close to each other for most of the evening. "They danced together and shared each other's drinks. They definitely looked like they felt very comfortable with each other," one eyewitness said.

To confirm our suspicions, we caught the blonde leaving Rachel's hotel room the next morning in the same dress, her hair in disarray, her make-up and lipstick smeared, and her eyes slightly glazed.

Has Rachel been entirely faithful to her current girlfriend, art gallery owner Quinn Fabray? Do these new photos hint at trouble in paradise for the couple? Only time will tell.'

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Rachel hurried into the elevator at the hotel. She was grateful she was the only passenger as she stabbed the button for the top floor, bouncing on her feet. She was anxious to finally be with her girlfriend. It felt like it had been forever since she had seen her.

She jabbed the button again. Why was the elevator going so damn slow!

Finally the doors slid open and she rushed out, making her way quickly down the hallway. Her heart was pounding out of her chest in excitement.

However, when she barged through the door and saw Quinn standing next to the couch, she froze, her excitement instantly gone.

The furious look on Quinn's face, the tear stains on her cheeks, her red puffy eyes that were glaring at Rachel so powerfully that the singer was surprised she hadn't burst into flames the moment she stepped into the room.

"Quinn-"

The word wasn't even out of her mouth before the blonde was in front of her, slapping her hard across the face.

Rachel's head whipped to the side, the sting on her cheek burning like a fire. She slowly turned back to look at her girlfriend, her whole body shuddering by the angry heat radiating from the blonde. Quinn's eyes were blazing, expressing so much hurt and pain and anger; more than Rachel had ever seen from one person in her life.

Quinn's breath was shallow as she stared at Rachel, her body thrumming with emotion - every emotion seemed to be hitting her all at the same time. The look in Rachel's brown eyes was full of hurt, remorse, pleading. But all Quinn wanted to do was hit Rachel again. Punch her, kick her, yell at her. She just wanted to get all the overloaded emotions out of her body.

Rachel swallowed then said in a very soft voice, "Quinn, baby, please. We need to talk-"

"So you're admitting it's true?!" Quinn yelled, her hands clenched tightly into fists by her sides. "You're admitting that you've lied to me?! You've cheated on me?! And you have this whole other life that you lead?!" Rachel looked at her with confusion, but Quinn kept going, "You broke your promise to me, Rachel! You promised that I was the only one, that we'd be together for the rest of our lives! But that was bullshit, wasn't it?!" She burst into sobs, and when Rachel tried to reach out to comfort her, she knocked the brunette's hands away. "Don't you dare touch me!" she screamed as she shoved Rachel away from her.

Rachel was confused by her girlfriend's words, they didn't make any sense. Yes, she should have told Quinn about the paternity test and Jasmine's allegations, but she had hoped to have the results before Quinn came to New York, so if the test proved that Jasmine's kid wasn't hers, she wouldn't have to upset her girlfriend. But it seemed like someone had already told Quinn about it. But who? Only she and Cassie knew.

"Quinn, sweetheart, just talk to me. Please." She brought her hands up, wanting Quinn to know she wouldn't hurt her. She dared to take a step forward, but the blonde just took a step back.

"Do not touch me, Rachel." Anger quickly replacing her tears.

The singer took a deep breath, trying to ignore the venom coming from her girlfriend. "Please, Quinn. What's going on?"

A humorless, quite evil, laugh came from the blonde as she shook her head, her arms crossed in front of her. "Think about it," came the biting reply. "I'm sure you'll figure it out. And if not… maybe your other two girlfriends can help you!"

"What the hell are you talking about, Quinn?!" Rachel yelled, getting so frustrated because Quinn wasn't making any sense whatsoever.

"Do you have feelings for them? Do you laugh with them about how you're getting away with all this behind my back? Am I a joke to you, Rachel?!"

Rachel shook her head, her eyes wide.

Infuriated by the silence, she yelled, "Stop acting like you don't know what I'm talking about!" She turned around and marched over to her bag, pulling out the pages from the manila envelope and the newspaper from the airport and went back to Rachel, throwing them in her face. "Now explain this to me!" she shrieked.

The papers hit Rachel and fell to the carpet. The singer bent down and picked up the gossip rag. On the front cover was a picture of her and Cassie from the night at the dance club. She quickly flipped to the article and scanned it, shaking her head the whole time. "This is Cassie, Quinn," Rachel explained as she pointed to the blonde in the pictures. "I've told you about her…"

"Are you having sex with her?" Quinn's tone biting. Her arms were folded, her glare still firmly in place as she watched Rachel's expression. "Is that why you've never introduced me to her?"

Rachel bit her lip to keep the snarky reply from escaping. She kept reminding herself to not react to Quinn's goading.

Unfortunately, Quinn didn't think Rachel was answering her question fast enough.

"ARE YOU FUCKING HER?!" she roared, a vein popping out on her neck. Her face was an enraged red.

"NO!" Rachel's calm demeanor slipped. "I've never fucked Cassie, okay! She's just my friend!"

"Do you have romantic feelings for her?"

"For Cassie?" Rachel gawked, "Are you serious right now?"

"Does it look like I'm kidding, Rachel?"

Rachel paused, staring at Quinn, wondering what had caused her girlfriend to react this way. "… No." she stated, making sure she kept eye contact so Quinn could see her sincerity, "I don't have romantic feelings for Cassie. I'm dating you. I love you."

"You have a funny way of showing it," she spit out.

Rachel gaped at her. "Why are you acting so crazy right now?! Why can't we just have a civilized conversation, damn it?!"

The room fell into a heavy silence, and Rachel swore she felt the temperature drop 20 degrees.

"Did you just call me crazy?" The soft voice was jagged ice… and felt like acid as it hit Rachel.

"Quinn, please-"

"Did you… just call me… crazy?" Sparks crackled off Quinn's skin as her gaze bore into Rachel's. She took a step forward and slapped the other side of the brunette's face. "How many other kids haven't you told me about, huh? How many?"

The singer's eyes widened in surprise. How did Quinn know about that?

And unfortunately Quinn saw the recognition in Rachel's eyes. "Three? Four?"

Rachel shook her head. "Quinn, I… please just let me explain."

"I don't want to hear it, Rachel!" Quinn held her hand up, silencing the brunette. The two women just stared at each other for a long moment.

Finally Rachel saw her girlfriend's shoulders droop in exhaustion.

Quinn rubbed the pounding pain in her forehead, wanting to be anywhere but here. "I don't want to hear it, Rachel," Quinn said again, a little softer. "You know… things were going so well for us. You, me, Jaxon. We were a family."

"We still are, Quinn," she took a step forward. "We are a family."

"Bullshit!" Anger tore through Quinn again. She bent down and picked up the photo and one of the papers from the ground, beginning to read, "'Quinn, You don't honestly think you're the only one Rachel Berry got pregnant, do you?'"

The singer's jaw dropped at the words. Her eyes practically falling out of their sockets. "What the hell?"

"Are you denying this?" Quinn's voice was hard, her teeth clenched. She held up the photo for Rachel to see. "Because don't you dare fucking deny that this is you!" she screamed.

Rachel grabbed the photo from Quinn's hand and studied it. Why the hell was there a picture of her with Jasmine and her kid?! It was impossible. She had never even meet this kid! Or ever been with Jasmine on a beach for that matter. "This is fake," she muttered, then looked up to see the pain on her girlfriend's face. "It's fake, Quinn! I swear!"

Quinn scoffed, turning away from the brunette.

"I swear!" Rachel said more forcefully. "I swear on Jaxon's life that this picture is fake!"

Quinn whirled around. "Don't you dare swear on my child's life!" she screamed, pointing her finger in Rachel's face. "You have no right, Rachel! I-I just want to hit you! I want to hit you so hard, so you can feel even the tiniest bit of what I'm feeling! You've broken my heart, Rachel, and I hate you for that."

The words hurt Rachel a hundred times more than any slap ever could. She stood still like a statue. She couldn't move, even when her girlfriend began sobbing and pounding on her chest with her fists.

"Why did you do this to us?" the distraught blonde screamed, tears pouring down her face.

Rachel tried to wrap Quinn in her arms, to hold her, but Quinn just kept hitting the singer, each hit getting weaker and weaker, the sobs getting more and more quiet as Rachel slid down the wall, taking Quinn to the carpet with her.

It wasn't long before Quinn's body went limp. The singer knew her girlfriend had fallen asleep.

And she sat there staring at the wall as her world crumbled around her.

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Brittany looked down at her phone, a giddy excitement traveling through her body as she jumped up from the couch and bounced over to the door of her hotel room.

"That must have been a good text by the way your whole body just lit up," Cassie laughed, watching the smile on the dancer's face grow.

"It's San! She's finally here!" she bounced.

Cassie shook her head. "You crack me up. You're more fun than Rachel, she can be a bit of a drag these days. That's what happens when you get stuck in a relationship."

"Awww… relationships aren't bad, Cassie," Brittany said, looking at the other blonde sadly. "We just need to find you the right guy."

"As long as he's rich, packing a big cock and knows how to use it," she said shrugging her shoulders as she examined her nails. "That's all I ask for… Who knew it was such a tall order these days."

Brittany giggled. When there was a knock at the door she started screaming as she hurried over and opened the door so fast the hinges practically cracked. "San!" she screamed, throwing herself at her girlfriend, kissing her all over her face, then settling firmly on her lips.

The kissing quickly escalated and hands began to wander and clothes were getting very close to coming off.

"Umm," Cassie cleared her throat, "You might at least want to close the door. There are a lot of pervs out there."

Stilling her movements at the unexpected voice, Santana's eyes whipped over Brittany's shoulder and fell on a familiar looking blonde. It was only moments before her anger surfaced. She gently pushed Brittany aside and marched over to the woman. "What the hell do you think you are you doing here?!" she yelled.

Now Cassie was a tough lawyer, and she had never met anyone who scared her, but that quickly changed when the scary-as-hell Latina was coming toward her looking like she was ready to murder someone - and Cassie sure as hell didn't want it to be her. "Uh, hey," she said quickly, standing and holding her hands up in front of her. "I, uh… I-"

But her words were silenced when the angry woman punched her right across her face. Cassie went flying back several feet, landing on her back with an "ummthp".

"San!" Brittany screeched in surprised horror, running over and wrapping her arms around her girlfriend's waist to hold her still.

"Are you here to steal my girlfriend too?!" Santana pointed down at the scared blonde on the floor. "You are a piece of trash and I swear I will make you pay if you think for one second you're going to worm your way into our lives!"

Cassie held her hand to her cheek, her eyes wide.

"Santana! What the hell is going on?!" Brittany yanked the brunette around so her back was to Cassie. "Why did you just hit her?!"

"That bitch is trying to get between Quinn and Rachel!"

The dancer's jaw dropped. "What are you talking about! Cassie is Rachel's best friend! She has no intention of ever getting in between them!"

Santana's eyebrow raised. Rachel's best friend? The Cassie lawyer best friend? She turned and looked over at the bleeding woman on the ground holding her hand over her quickly bruising cheek. "You're Cassie?"

Cassie nodded frantically.

"You've been Rachel's best friend for years, right?"

She nodded again. "I swear to you I have no motive or plan to wreck Rachel's relationship. I don't even like girls! I only do cock!"

Santana raised her eyebrow and folded her arms across her chest, still glaring at the blonde.

Realizing what she had said, Cassie backtracked, "I mean, cock on a guy. A guy with a 5 o'clock shadow on his face… Not Rachel. She's still too girl for me."

Silence filled the room as Santana assessed her statements.

"What about the pictures?" she asked.

Cassie slowly pushed herself up onto the couch, still wary of the Latina. "What pictures?"

"The pictures in that rag magazine of you and Rachel together at some club, and of you sneaking out of her hotel room in the morning?"

Cassie's eyes widened.

"But we were all there," Brittany cut in. "All of us went to the club together. I probably danced with Rachel more than Cassie did."

"I did sleep in Rachel's room, but I stayed fully clothed," Cassie said, a slightly disgusted look crossing her face. "You thought I slept with Rachel? Seriously? That's nasty."

"Well the magazine did a good job of making it look that way," Santana told her. "And, uh… sorry about hitting you. It's been a really emotional day."

Brittany looked at her curiously.

Santana frowned. "Not only did I see the pictures, so did Quinn."

Brittany's eyes widened in panic. "Oh no. What did she do?"

"Well, the magazine was just the icing on the cake. Earlier this morning she found out that Rachel has another kid."

"WHAT!" the dancer screeched. "Rachel has… WHAT?"

"Are you talking about that two year old boy?" Cassie asked, and flinched when Santana swung around to glare at her again.

"You knew she had another kid? Don't you think that information would have been a good idea for Quinn to know?" her voice took on a dangerous tone.

"Jasmine only told Rachel a few days ago," the lawyer explained. "And Rachel is adamant that the kid isn't hers. She demanded a paternity test."

Santana furrowed her brows. "But that doesn't make any sense. Quinn received a package this morning with a note that basically said she shouldn't be surprised if Rachel had more kids than just Jaxon. And there was a photo of a blonde chick… This Jasmine girl have long blonde hair?"

Cassie nodded. "She's also a few inches taller than Rachel."

"Yeah. The photo showed Rachel and this blonde chick holding the hands of a little boy."

"What?!" Cassie's protective instincts kicked in. If Jasmine thought she could ruin Rachel's life, the bitch had another thing coming! "Where is this photo?" she asked in full lawyer mode.

"Quinn has it. She was going to talk to Rachel about it."

Cassie bit her bottom lip, then winced at the pain. "Okay… well, um… hopefully Rachel was able to explain everything. We'll just talk with them tomorrow."

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A/N - What did you think about everyone's reactions?