Chapter 6

AN: Thanks for your support guys, it really makes me want to keep writing, even when I get writer's block, as I often do! To those of you worrying about the time jump, don't worry, there will be lots of flashbacks, starting from this chapter. To those of you who wanted more drama, I hope you enjoyed the last chapter and there will be more coming soon!

Sorry it's late, hope you enjoy it though

Quinn's head was pounding when she woke up, and at the same time she felt lighter than she ever had before. She slowly opened her eyes, which travelled to the hand holding hers and the body attached, Rachel.

"Hi," Quinn said weakly.

Rachel jerked upwards, she had clearly been daydreaming and stared at Quinn, her mouth widening into a grin. "Doctor!" She called.

"Where are we?" Quinn asked, her throat hoarse and hurting. Everything was still very blurry, she couldn't remember what had happened before she got here and now everything just seemed like one white wall.

Rachel had one hand on her stomach and the other in Quinn's. "The hospital. Honey, what do you remember?"

Quinn searched her mind for something but it was all blank. "The last thing I remember is that we were going to tell my parents about us." All of a sudden she was a hit with a few flashes of memory. Telling her parents she was gay, her father pinning her against the wall and almost strangling her, her breath going until she felt it all leave her and she collapsed. "I remember! Are you and the baby okay?"

"We're fine," Rachel told Quinn. "Your mom's just outside making a call but the two of us have been here all night. Your mom and I raced at… Russell… as he was holding your collar and you fainted. Your mom hit him over the head and knocked him out, then we called the police and an ambulance. Russell's at the station now, and everything can be okay."

"My mom did that?" Quinn asked.

"Yes," Rachel said. "Now save your voice, I think he cut off some of your breath." The doctors were racing into the room. They asked Rachel to wait outside and she did so, telling Judy about what happened as they checked over Quinn.

"Hi," Said the tinny voice over the phone. "You weren't at school today, and you never do that, I was worried something might have happened to you or the baby, you're okay right?"

"I'm fine," Rachel replied. She and Puck weren't exactly close, but she did want him in his child's life a little and they had become friends again. "So is the baby. It's Quinn." Puck sounded genuinely upset as he asked if she was alright. "It's a long story," Rachel said. "I'll be back in school tomorrow but I doubt Quinn will. I'll explain to you guys tomorrow. See you then." With that, Rachel said goodbye to Quinn and her mother and headed back home to eat some pickles and cheese sandwiches- her latest pregnancy craving.

Quinn intertwined her and Rachel's hands as they lay on the sofa in Quinn's house together on a day where the sun shone through the clouds. Their bodies fit together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, as if they were made to put together. She wondered why she hadn't told Rachel about her feelings for her before, it had been one of the most wonderful feelings she had ever experienced when Rachel had said that she had feelings for her too. As good a feeling as if she could be honest about who she was with her parents.

"QUINNIE, I'm home!" Quinn shot away from Rachel when she heard her mother's voice, accidentally pushing Rachel off the couch, the small girl going down with an "oof".

"Whoops, sorry Rach."

"No worries," Rachel said as she rubbed her back while getting up.

"Hello girls." Judy said as she entered the room in her pencil skirt, designer heels and blouse, her hair perfect with not a strand hanging loose, her make-up gorgeous, and her designer bag over her shoulder with papers poking out. Judy put the bag down on a chair. "How was your day?"

Rachel, still rubbing her back, sat back down on the couch. "Mine was good thanks Mrs F," She said. "How was yours?" Quinn spaced out as she stared at Rachel's smiling face. She was perfect. She had to tell her parents. She couldn't hide this anymore. She wanted to tell the world that she was head over heels for Rachel Barbra Berry.

"Mom-" Quinn interrupted whatever business deal her mother was probably telling Quinn's secret girlfriend about.

"Yes, sweetie," Said Judy after kicking her heels off in favour of slightly lower ones. "Do these look better or the ones I just had on?"

"Those… whatever," Quinn said. "I need to tell you-"

"Quinnie, how many times do I have to remind you? I can't understand you when you rant, use your words honey."

"I love-" Quinn froze, seeing Rachel's shocked expression behind her mother. "You?"

She had been so close to telling her mother then. Maybe it would have been better than what happened, to have her mother alone when she told her. But Quinn couldn't reverse time. She was stuck with the way things had turned out, and maybe they could make something of it. She could at least try. Back in the present, Quinn said "Hi Mom" to the woman standing at the other end of her hospital bed.

Rachel held her books in front of her protruding baby bump as she walked down the halls of McKinley the next day with her Latino best friend.

"I gots to say," Put in Santana. "I thought it would be you in the hospital next, not Q."

"Well I will be soon," Rachel said nervously. She was about halfway through her pregnancy and the time had rushed by.

"Have you and Mommy number two thought of names yet?"

Quinn knocked on Rachel's door and then came through when she got a mumbled reply. The room was in chaos, clothes and other items sprawled around the room, there was a smashed trophy or two or on the floor as well. It was like walking into an alternate universe where Rachel Berry wasn't a perfectionist. Quinn picked her way through the bombsite until she made her way to Rachel's bed.

Her secret girlfriend was lying on her back with a pillow obstructing Quinn's sight of her head. Barely visible, the offending bump could be seen as Rachel lay in her pyjamas that were just as loose as the baggy clothes she wore to school these days.

Gradually, Quinn sat down beside Rachel. "Is he or she giving you trouble today?" Asked the blonde as she put her hand on Rachel's stomach.

"That word doesn't even begin to describe it." Rachel listed all her troubles today and as she said each one, Quinn helped her with it, massaging her back, getting her water, giggling a little when Rachel said a little too hopefully, sore breasts.

"You dirty little girl," Quinn teased her and they both laughed a little before Rachel suddenly started crying and Quinn lay back down with her on the bed, and arm around Rachel's back. Rachel kept one arm on her stomach and one holding Quinn's hand. She didn't know why she was crying, but the tears only got worse when she felt flutters.

"Quinn!" Squealed Rachel and grabbed her girlfriend's hand, putting it on her bump. Quinn started to talk but Rachel shushed at her. It was another moment and then Quinn felt the subtle kicking too. She turned at Rachel and grinned too then, feeling so happy! They both waited again but nothing came, still, it had been an exciting moment that made Rachel realise something. "You're just as excited about the baby as I am!" She didn't want to scare Quinn away, but she did have an idea. It took a while to explain as Rachel was now feeling hyper and was speaking even faster than her usual excitement mode, so had to explain it a few times, but Quinn was thrilled.

"I'd love to be another mother to the baby," She smiled and the two girls curled up together again, Rachel feeling a lot better with Quinn beside her.

"Have you and Mommy number two thought of names yet?" Santana asked again, a little mockingly, noticing Rachel's dreamy look.

"We've talked," Explained Rachel, "But we haven't decided yet."

Santana linked an arm through Rachel's. "But if you had decided-slash-when you decided, you would tell me first right?"

Rachel leant closer as if to conspiratorially whisper something in Santana's ear and the Latino girl leant in for the gossip she wanted. "You'll find out when everyone else does, when the baby is born!" Santana had been constantly pestering her about this recently, it was odd to say the least.

"Haha," Santana rolled her eyes. "Seriously though, it's a girl right? 'Cause I have ten dollars on it and I was hoping to quadruple that but if I lose and mi madre finds out I stole money from her purse, she will not be a happy lady."

"You're betting on my baby?" Rachel asked and Santana laughed.

"Don't say you've never done it before!"

"Can't say I have."

"Remember that time when we were at that club in Columbus in freshman year and we bet on if that girl with the ponytail and the moustache was an Adam or an Eve?" Santana grinned with triumph as Rachel admitted defeat and turned to head into her next class, only to be hit in the face with familiar cold ice and corn syrup. The jocks whined and fake-cried as they went past, a few shouted out "Mommy!" Santana was about to go rip them apart, but Rachel grabbed her friend's sleeve and pulled her back, she appreciated it, she explained, but Rachel didn't need her friends to keep fighting her battles for her.