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Chapter 41 - Fight For Us

I let out a sigh as I turned my head to look out the window. It was raining heavily outside, and I was glad that I wasn't out there and getting all drench. But part of me realized that whether I was here or outside in the storm, it didn't matter - I felt gloomy either way. Which made me even more sad. I scoffed at myself for how ridiculous that sounded.

But there was truth to it. Lately I had felt dreary and overcast like the outside sky and I hated it. I hated that I felt this way.

I pulled my legs up and wrapped my arms around them, with my head resting on my knees. My eyes still staring out at the window as I listened to the raindrops hit the ground. The sound of the rain was soothing, somewhat, and I found myself closing my eyes and succumbed to the sound.

It wasn't too long before I felt a pair of warm strong arms wrap around me, the familiar aroma engulfing me and instead of succumbing to the sound of the rain, I was succumbing to the scent surrounding me… the scent that made my life whole.

I let out a content sigh as my visitor rested her head on my shoulder, softly kissing that spot behind my ear that I loved. I moved my hands so they were covering hers and smiled when she laced them together.

As I stared down at our entwined hands, a thought came to mind. Our hands symbolized us. They symbolized everything about us. Her hands were strong and comforting, they were soft when she held me, but her fingertips were callous and rough from working so hard at her profession. But even that signified how her hard work created heartwarming and emotional music.

My hands were different than hers. My hands were long and delicate, they were steady when I would draw or write, they could be gentle and loving, but sometimes firm and precise when something was important.

But what really struck me was that with our hands linked like they were, we were more solid. If someone came over to us at that moment and tried to push us over, they would not succeed because with our bodies flush together we were very well-balanced. We steadied each other and supported each other. It was when we were apart that made it so much easier to get pushed over and knocked down.

But together, holding on to each other, becoming a completely whole entity - nothing could knock us down.

We may sway and sometimes stumble, but we would never fall.

As long as we were together.

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It was a crystal clear night and an awe-inspiring view as we gazed up at all the bright stars above us.

She and I were laying together on top of her tour bus, cuddled in a warm quilt; my head resting lightly on her shoulder, and her arm encircled around me. It was the most safe I have ever felt. Not only physically, but emotionally as well.

I trusted her with my whole heart and soul. I trusted her to protect me.

"I love the stars," I murmured, nuzzling my nose into her neck.

Rachel smiled and pulled me closer to her. "Me too. When I was younger my mom taught me all the major constellations," she replied, her eyes trained on a plane in the distance.

"People say that the world has turned to shit, but I think you just have to look in the right places to find the beautiful scenery," I said, watching the stars twinkle and getting lost as I played dot-to-dot, creating my own pictures in the sky.

"Yeah, you can't just expect to open your front door and see something amazing," she added.

"Exactly. You have to look. You can't find beauty unless you look for it, and then you have to be able to recognize it when you do find it," I said absently, shifting slightly under the blanket.

A comfortable silence fell on us as we continued watching the magical heavens above.

"I'd give up the stars for you, Quinn," Rachel murmured, lifting herself up on her elbow and gazing down at me with the softest, loving eyes I had ever seen. They were so expressive and I could see the abundant love she had for me shining so brightly.

"I'd give up the world," I whispered, my heart pounding loudly as I turned on my side and faced her.

She intertwined our legs together so it was almost impossible to tell who's was who's. She lifted her hand and gently tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear, then her palm cupped my cheek. "I'd give up my soul, if that's what you wanted, Quinn," Rachel breathed, her warm breath caressing my lips.

I couldn't believe how absolutely gorgeous this woman was in front of me. I was in awe of how much she loved me. We both had so many flaws and so many shortcomings, but somehow, together, we made each other stronger. We made each other better. And in that moment I knew beyond a shadow of doubt that she was my forever, my eternity.

"Will you give me your soul?" I asked, a touch of a smile ghosting my lips.

Rachel smiled at me. "You already own my soul. And my heart. And my body. I am completely yours, Quinn."

I felt tears on my cheeks as I pondered her beautiful words, let them burrow deep inside my being. "As I, too, am completely yours," I whispered as she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

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I watch from the bedroom doorway as Rachel sat on Jaxon's bed, his little body snuggled up to her as she read him a bedtime story.

I loved to just watch the two loves of my life when they were together. Their rapport was quite different than the one I shared with Jaxon. They were two peas from the same pod and it had been incredible to watch their relationship grow.

I must have made a soft sound because Rachel's eyes darted up to capture mine. A flirtatious smile on her lips as she winked at me, then went back to continue reading the story to our little boy.

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I was lost in the absolute pleasure Rachel was giving me as we joined intimately in our bed. My eyes closed tightly as intense vibrations coursed through my body.

After what felt like both forever and an instant, Rachel kissed her way back up my body. Placing slow wet kisses on the inside of my thighs, up over my stomach, through the valley between my breasts until finally she met my mouth.

I hummed in satisfaction as she pulled me tight against her, our sweaty, warm bodies pressed together. We kissed deep and long, and I never wanted it to end.

Rachel pulled away and I felt her fingers on my cheek, stroking over my soft skin in a comforting manner.

"Open your eyes," she whispered.

I did as I was told, immediately smiling when I saw Rachel looking down at me with enough love to make me cry. I felt the love that she had for me as we laid together in our bed, our bodies pressed against each other, and our breath mingling. It was the perfect moment.

But… I should have known my lover wasn't done yet.

I let out a whimper as I felt Rachel's hand slowly glide between my thighs and cup me gently. My head lolled back as arousal ignited again and I tried to move my hips, attempting to create whatever friction I could as I rocked against her palm.

I peered up at Rachel and felt a new wave of arousal crash straight to my core as I looked into the dark brown eyes gazing down at me. I wanted Rachel inside me so badly that it was a physical ache. But it seemed like she wanted to only tease me as her fingers ran up and down through my soaked folds.

My arms draped around her neck as I leaned up to rest my forehead against hers, panting against her soft lips. I rolled my hips in short, hard thrusts, meeting each movement of her fingers against my clit and my eyes locked onto hers in raw passion.

"Please, Rachel," I begged, knowing she could never tell me no during our lovemaking sessions.

I immediately hissed in pleasure as I felt Rachel's fingers flick my sensitive clit a few times before disappearing. I was about to protest her absence when my breath caught in my throat and my eyes widened in pure pleasure as she rammed her lady cock deep inside me, beginning to thrust and grind her hips against mine in a way that caused a desperate cry to leave my mouth.

We stared at each other with such intensity as her hand moved down the length of my body, touching my hot sweaty skin, fondling my breasts, caressing my stomach. At one particular hard thrust, my head fell back and my lips parted as my breathing escaped in sharp gasps.

Rachel slid her free hand under my head and lowered her lips down to mine in a lazy kiss. We panted against each other's mouths as I clung to her back, my nails most certainly leaving marks, as I frantically rocked my hips in sync with her thrusts.

Rachel moaned into the kiss, her thrusts picking up speed. I pulled away from her mouth with a sharp gasp, and she began to trail kisses across my neck.

"You will never fully comprehend how much I love you, Quinn," she told me, her eyes full of tenderness and affection. "There is not another woman in this entire world who could ever live up to you. I don't want any other woman. I only want you. Do you understand that?" her voice turned desperate.

Hearing her words filled my heart with an explosions of love for her, but for some reason a sliver of doubt snuck in. "But what about-"

Rachel silenced me immediately with a kiss. "No. Quinn, I love you. It was ever only you. You have to plant it somewhere deep inside you so it will grow and remind you everyday that I love you. I don't want anyone else but you. You own my heart, my soul, my body. I am yours."

I could feel tears slide down my cheeks. "But I'm scared."

Rachel stilled her movements and concern filled her eyes. "Why are you scared, baby?" Her fingertips caressed my jawline.

"I don't want to get hurt. I don't want to be alone, Rachel," I explained, a soft sob escaping my throat. Rachel's eyes were so tender. "I didn't have complete faith in us, because I was so afraid that the fairytale would end and you would leave."

She shook her head. "No, baby. I will never leave. But you have to stop pushing me away."

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. "What?"

She gently kissed my cheek. "Quinn, I'm a stubborn ass. And I know I've made more than my share of mistakes in this life, but I'm trying so hard to change. Not only do I want to change for you and Jaxon, I want so desperately want to change for me. There is nothing more I want than for us to be together. I will go through Hell to keep us together. But I have to know that you want to be by my side. Do you want to be with me?" her voice determined.

I looked up into her beautiful face and saw my eternity staring back at me. I saw my lover, my girlfriend, my best friend. I felt more unconditional love than I had ever felt before in my entire life.

I nodded frantically. "Yes. Please. I want to be with you more than anything."

A Berry watt smile filled her face and her eyes brightened. "Then fight for us. Fight for our love. Fight for our family. No one else matters, just us."

Fight for us…

Fight for our love…

Fight for us…

Fight… Family… Love…

Quinn's eyelids slowly fluttered open. 'Fight for us…' the words echoed in her mind as her dream slowly came back to her.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she laid curled up in a ball. She laid there for whoever knows how long, but it was what she needed at the moment.

Slowly stretching out her legs, she rolled over in the bed and saw a brunette staring down at her.

But it wasn't the brunette she had been hoping for.

"Shit, you sleep a long ass time!" Santana exclaimed like she was personally put out and offended by Quinn's sleeping habits.

"San?" Quinn asked in confusion.

The Latina rolled her eyes. "Tell me you don't have amnesia?"

Now it was Quinn's turn to roll her eyes. "Just shut up," she said, sitting up and looking around. The room was a typical hotel bedroom suite, cream walls with forest green accents. "Where's Rachel?"

"Why? You ready for round two of your scream-a-thon?" At Quinn's raised eyebrow, Santana laughed. "After Rachel carried your bony ass to bed, she came down to Brittany's room. And to say she looked like shit would be an understatement."

Quinn closed her eyes and dropped her head in her hands. She couldn't believe she had completely lost it last night.

Santana chuckled. "I admit that the evidence of your bitch slaps was pretty impressive, but my right hook to Cassie's face definitely wins the prize."

"Cassie? She's here?"

"Yep. She happened to be hanging out with Brittany when we arrived last night. And I'll tell you what, the moment I saw her my protective side took over."

Quinn huffed a small laugh. "How many of her bones did you break?"

"None," Santana answered, looking kind of disappointed. "But if she hadn't have had a damn good explanation, I definitely would have done a lot more damage."

"So, what did Rachel say?"

"She told us how you ripped her balls off and shoved them down her throat," she shrugged, "or at least that's my interpretation of it."

Quinn let out a long sigh. "I'm such a mess, San. I was hoping to talk to her this morning since I feel a lot better having a having good night sleep. So where is she?"

Santana adjusted some of the pillows behind her. "She's with Cassie down at some doctor's clinic."

Quinn's eyes widened in horror. "I didn't think I hit her that hard!"

The Latina scoffed. "Don't give yourself so much credit, Blondie. They're down there getting the results of the paternity test."

"Paternity test?" Quinn asked, her forehead wrinkled in confusion.

"You really didn't let her talk last night, did you?" she asked in bewilderment. "Let her explain what's going on?"

Shame filled the blonde's cheeks as she shook her head. "I was just so angry."

"Yeah. Well… we'll talk about that in a minute. First of all, let me explain a few things. I would totally wait and let the hobbit tell you, but I think it's better you know before you see her again so you don't go all Hulk on her ass again."

"Just tell me."

Santana crossed one leg over the other and turned to face her best friend. "Rachel said that she did tell you that Cassie was the blonde with her in the club photos?" Quinn nodded. "And Brittany confirmed that the two are only friends. She said that the whole group was at the club partying, and that she actually danced with Rachel more than Cassie did. Cassie did sleep in Rachel's room, but she promised they were totally clothed and when I asked if she had romantic feelings toward Rachel, she looked like she was about to barf. So your girlfriend is safe from her. "

"What about the other blonde bitch?"

Santana let out a breath. "An obsessed ex who saw how much attention you were getting because of Jaxon and decided that she should have some of her own attention. Apparently she was a dancer on one of their tours and was Rachel's fuck buddy. "

"So the little boy isn't Rachel's?" Quinn asked with renewed relief.

"Well… that's still up in the air. "

"What? Why?"

"The bitch came to talk to Rachel several days ago. It was the first time Rachel had seen her in years."

"But what about the photo?" Quinn asked, her eyebrow arched.

"PhotoShopped. And pretty damn good. Cassie was actually quite impressed. Her name is Jasmine and when she told Rachel about the kid, Rachel denied it. Said he wasn't hers. Pissed the bitch off and she swore that she would make Rachel pay for rejecting her. That's when the letter and photo comes into play."

"She's revengeful and wanted to get back at Rachel," Quinn said, nodding in understanding.

"Yep. So Rachel demanded a paternity test, and she and Cassie are down there to get the results."

Quinn put her head in her hands. "Why didn't she call me and tell me all this? This nightmare could have been avoided and I could have helped her."

"You know Rachel. She wanted to get all the answers before she concerned you with it."

"I know. And I hate that she does that. She and I need to be a team, we need to deal with shit like this together."

"Someday you two will get your heads out of your ass and learn to communicate with each other." Sick of the girly emotional talk, Santana stood up and headed toward the door, then turned back. "One more thing…"

Quinn looked up at her.

"Take this," she said, then tossed a box on Quinn's lap.

Quinn picked it up and looked at it with confusion. "What is this?"

Santana rolled her eyes. "Q, you know what it is."

"I know that I know what it is, Santana," she said, frustration in her voice. "But why are you giving it to me?"

Santana folded her arms across her chest. "When Rachel told us what had happened between you two last night, it got me thinking…" was all she said before walking out of the room, leaving Quinn staring down at the box in her lap.

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