Summary: Sequel to Dirty Little Secret.
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Notes: Sorry this has taken so long guys. There's an explanation at the bottom.
Warning: Language
Disclaimer: I own nothings, but the random ramblings of which occur in my brain. Glee and any other copyrighted content used belongs to their respective owners.
It had been a while since Quinn had spent her lunch hour on the track, well more than a while, but there was something about the steady pounding of her trainers on the ground, the evenness of her breathing and the sound waves flowing from her iPod through the wires to the ear buds and directly into her brain that just simplified things and right now she needed that. She needed not to worry about her rapidly growing daughter, about her senior year of high school, about her impending future, about how she would keep in contact with friends, about what she was going to do after graduation, about her mother's subtle hints of looking into colleges, about her mother in general what with her father being the pig headed bastard he is and dragging out the divorce in the most painstakingly way possible so that he wouldn't have to give her mother what she was entitled to. No, right now she needed to focus on only one thing other than running. She needed to focus on her relationship and how it was growing as rapidly, if not faster, as her daughter.
Well, I suppose we've actually progressed quite slowly in comparison with some other people in relationships but having said that Rachel and I don't exactly have a normal relationship. Ok, focus Quinn! I gotta figure at least some of this out before I go to Rachel's later. Does she expect anything from me? I mean after the other day, is she going to expect that to be what happens tonight? Is she going to expect more than what happened last time? Is she going to want to try and see what would've happened the other day if Santana hadn't interrupted? What if she does? What am I supposed to do? I have no idea what I'm doing! Do I want this? Well that's a stupid question to ask after the other day, I know I want this, I want her. I just...don't know what to do with that. I've never wanted anyone like that. I've never understood what the big deal about sex is anyway! I've had sex once and from what I can remember it kinda sucked. Why does sex have to be so complicated? Everyone makes it sound so simple. Fucking liars!
With a sudden burst of adrenaline coursing through her veins courtesy of her worrying the young blonde found herself running faster, pushing herself harder as though she was physically trying to keep up with all the questions sprinting through her mind. She was completely oblivious to the eyes of her peers and some of the coaches as she continually pushed herself to the point her muscles were screaming at her to ease up. The world just blurred past, she focused on nothing but the track, she hadn't noticed that she'd lapped a few of the schools star track runners. So lost in her own head she was that she didn't hear her name called from the bleachers or see the Cheerios uniform the voice belonged to. She spent forty minutes running laps and attempting to sort through her thoughts when it occurred to her that she had yet to eat anything.
After what had to be the quickest shower known to man, Quinn was stood in the locker room, the door to her locker open as she pulled her wet, unwashed hair (quickest shower known to man) into a loose pony and shut her locker door.
"I gotta say Q," the Latina smirked, "my feelings are hurt!"
"Jesus fucking Christ!"
Santana's smirk transformed into a full on grin of triumph, "Blasphemy, tut tut".
"You are such a bitch!" the blonde spat half heartedly. "You know how much I hate it when you do that".
"Yeah you're right, I do know. Just like you know how much I hate it when you avoid me".
"I am avoiding you? Since when am I avoiding you? I'm right here aren't I?" the blonde looked at her best friend perplexed, "I'm confused, why am I avoiding you?"
Santana rolled her eyes, "Well if you and Berry were possibly having sex it can't have been that good if you forgot that me and you were gonna have a talk".
"Would you keep your voice down?!" Quinn hissed, her cheeks taking on a hint of rose.
"There's no one here and I will not keep my voice down. You owe me a talk".
"Can't you just, for once in your life, let this one go?" her voice rang out with exasperation, her eyes stared imploringly at best friend.
"Cut the puppy dog eye crap!" Santana snapped. "I'm not letting this go, I'm your best friend Q, I know you better than anyone. Even Berry".
"I wish you'd stop calling her that," Quinn interjected.
The hot headed Latina gave a nonchalant shrug, "And I know that you always run whenever you've got a shit load on your mind".
"You try having a ki-"
"I'm not finished! I know more than most people how hard you are on yourself, I know that you've been over-analysing every little thing in a blow-by-blow account since I called and burst whatever little bubble you and Berry were in. I know that you've got a million and one questions and that you're too 'proper' to ask any of them. So no Q, I will not let this one go".
"I hate you".
"I know," Santana placed a hand on her friends shoulder, "but admit it, I'm right and you'd be fucked without me".
"When am I supposed to talk to you S?" her confusion was beginning to pour out as frustration, "You're busy with Cheerios and Britt most of time and I'm always busy with Rach and between us we've sorta formed this family and we're trying to bring up two kids that neither of us planned for and still somehow manage to finish our senior year of high-school, mom keeps hinting about me going to college, I have no idea what I'm gonna do with my life after high school other than raise Beth and then to top it all off sex just seems to fuck things up and make something so simple incredibly complicated!"
"You've been hanging out with Berry too much, you're beginning to sound like her when she used to annoy the fuck outta me".
"Exactly S! Used too!" she half yelled. For the first time since the day she had found Rachel in the shower with blood staining her skin Quinn finally allowed the weight of the several months that had passed since to hit her.
Santana pulled her friend into a hug, "It's ok Q," she soothed.
"You don't do this stuff," Quinn sniffled.
"Yeah well, you're not the only one that's spent too much time with Berry".
She was trying desperately not to cry. "I'm sorry".
"You know what Q, save it. You've nothing to be sorry for. Just..." she sighed, she sucked at this sort of thing and she knew it but right now that's what her friend needed from her, "let it go".
"I can't. I've got to be strong".
"Q, you are one of the strongest people I know. Letting go, crying, shouting, whatever it is you need to do, it's not weakness. If you don't let it go Q, you're gonna become someone you hate again and you've come so far to ever be that person again. You've got too much to lose this time round to not let it go Q".
"Since when did you become all insightful?" Quinn attempted to joke.
"Around the time you stopped being the person you hated so much," Santana replied in utter sincerity.
"Why is life full of so much crap S?"
Santana remained silent, she knew that this was just the beginning, she knew that if she interrupted that her friend would stop and she wouldn't start again.
"This isn't how life is supposed to be! I have the most amazing person I have ever known in my life, we have two unbelievably beautiful little girls. On paper it's perfect. But it's not perfect San! She still wakes up in the middle of the night crying. He's still hurting her and I can't make it stop. I don't know how to and I just want to make that pain stop. She doesn't deserve that pain! I want to help her so much. I want us to be able to walk to the park with our girls without worrying about what people might say or worrying that if we go to the park it's going to trigger a memory that's just going to hurt her. I want to tell the world I'm in love with this amazing person and for people to be ok with that! I want to make it better. Beth is growing up so fast and before I even know it she'll be asking about Rachel and Charlie, what am I supposed to do? Lie to her to protect her? Tell her and hope that the world isn't cruel to her because her mom isn't in a 'normal' relationship?! I'm not even out of high school and I have no idea what the hell I'm doing! Mom's been hinting at college, which I mean, really? How am I supposed to go to college? There's Beth to think about. What if I went out of state? Is Puck gonna want me to leave Beth with him while I go off to college? I can't do that! I can't go to school and abandon my family. I can't talk to Rach about this stuff cos he took it away from her. She is so good at what she does and she belongs on a stage but she's ruled it out because of him! He has taken so much from her. He left her in pieces and I'm still trying to find all of them to help put her back together! How can I even be thinking about the possibility of sex when he did that to her? I don't want to be the reason she's in pain. Ever! I've caused her too much pain already! I love her so much, I'm in love with her! I'm barely eighteen years old and I want to spend the rest of my life with her! How fucked up is that?"
"It's not fucked up Q".
"No?! You know I don't believe high school relationships can make it past college and that's if they're lucky but here I am! I am so in love and I don't mean aww puppy dog love, I mean I wanna spend my life making you happy, will you marry me in love!"
"Christ Q..." Santana stood there dumbfounded, she had never anticipated of all the things she'd hear from the blonde that that would be one of them.
"I don't know what to do S," her voice was hoarse, desperately trying not to break down under the sheer amount of pressure she had somehow amounted.
"Well for starters you don't cry on me, you know how much I hate that!" she pulled back and noticed a small smile gracing her best friends face, "Sure, you find that funny!" she snapped half-heartedly. "Now Q, you're gonna listen to me and you're not gonna argue with me got it?"
"Why don't I like the sound of this?"
Santana held Quinn at arms length, both hands gripping her shoulders, "Just promise me Fabray!"
Quinn worried her bottom lip between her teeth, she let out a sigh, "I just know I'm gonna regret this but sure why not. I promise".
"Good," she fished around in her bag, "now you're gonna put your game face on, march through those hallways the way you used to when you could put the fear of God into people," she pulled out her keys and thrust them into the blondes hand, "you're gonna march your scrawny white ass out to the parking lot and get in my car and wait for me".
"We still have classes and my car is in the lot," she began to make excuses. I knew I'd regret agreeing to this!
"We'll come back for your car later, as for classes I'll take care of that," she could see the argument forming in Quinn's mind, "don't even think about arguing with me Q, my mind is made up. This is what we are doing. Besides...you need this".
Quinn fiddled nervously with the keys in her hand, she knew the Latina was right, she needed to talk, she needed to ask the questions that were whirling like a tornado in her brain. She nodded slowly, "Ok..."
"Ok?" the surprise in her voice resonated clearly.
"Ok".
"Well I gotta say Q, I was expecting you to make that so much harder than it was," she let out a throaty chuckle, "what you still doing here? Get your ass moving!"
Quinn sat in Santana's car, her eyes nervously scanning the parking lot, her fingers fumbling with the hem of her shirt. She was trying desperately to build a dam to prevent the tears rupturing forward, her vision was pretty much nothing more than a blur. "Get it together Quinn," she scolded herself under her breath but it was too late, Santana had managed to get her to spill the beans and now all the things that she had been secretly worrying about encompassed the entirety of her mind.
"Earth to Q!" Santana snapped her fingers in front of her friends face.
Quinn snapped back to reality, "I didn't hear you get in the car..."
"That's cos I'm a ninja," the Latina laughed.
"Oh please," she rolled her eyes, "that's just the polite way of saying you're a sneaky bitch and you know it!"
Santana shot Quinn a well practiced smirk as she started the engine and began to back out of the space.
"So where exactly are you taking me?"
"My house".
"Your mom at the surgery with your dad today?"
"Yep. Gonna be there all day".
"Oh…" the blonde cursed internally, "how comes?"
"Hell if I know," the Latina shrugged as she rounded a corner, "something to do with inventory or some shit like that, why the fuck would I know?"
"Cos this is you and even if you want everyone to think you're a badass, you're soft as shit when it comes to your family and you know exactly what's going on".
"I hate you," she smirked at her best friend, "fine! You're right. They're doing inventory, have been all week, something to do with taxes and some numbers not adding up. Mom says not to worry about it".
"Which means you are," Quinn said knowingly.
"Ah not too much, Mom said it's just they may have made a mistake on the taxes and the government might owe them money".
"Well that's good, at least it's not the other way round S," she reached over and squeezed her friends shoulder reassuringly, "it's nothing to worry about".
"You're right," Santana smirked as she pulled into the driveway, "enough about me, we're here for you".
"You know you can talk to me S".
"I know Q," she could see the disbelief in her friends eyes, "I promise I do! But whether you like it or not we're here to talk about you. Besides this is just as much for me as it is you. I'm gonna get to find out if Berry found a way to remove that prudish cork you've kept bottled all these years".
"You're so funny".
"I'm a real fucking comedian," she laughed, "go on up, I'm just gonna grab us a drink".
A few minutes later Santana appeared in her doorway, "Heads," she mumbled as she launched a bottle of water at Quinn who was sat on the Latina's bed.
Quinn caught the bottle of water, "Nice try S, but just so you know you could've probably whispered and I still would've heard you".
"No way," Santana jokingly huffed, "you've never outsmarted my ninja –like skills".
"Yeah well," she took a sip from her bottle of water, "that was before I spent nights straining to hear if there was a baby crying".
"That's cheating!" the taller of the two girls pouted as she sat beside her best friend.
"So…"
"So…"
"What the hell was that for?" Quinn half squealed as she rubbed at the sore spot on the back of her head from where Santana had slapped her.
"What did I tell you about bottling shit up Q?" Santana began, "Didn't we go over this already? I thought you were gonna be more open with Rachel and talk about the shit that bothers you instead of letting it fester?!"
"Are you done scolding me like I'm a small child?" Quinn sighed, she knew the Cheerio was going to rip into her.
"I'm not sure," she huffed, "Christ Q!" she ran a hand through her ponytail, "what the fuck am I gonna do with you?"
"Apparently rip me a new one," Quinn joked halfheartedly.
"You know this isn't me ripping you a new one, but that can be arranged if you'd like?" Santana asked, quirking her eyebrow challengingly.
"I'll pass".
"I thought as much," she snorted.
"I've not been doing it on purpose you know?" she admitted quietly, "Bottling stuff up I mean…"
"I know Q," Santana draped an arm around the blonde, "but you gotta stop doing it".
"I know, I really do…it's just…the timing's never right".
"Between you you've got two kids, I can't even begin to imagine how hard it is to have a relationship with kids involved," she let out a small chuckle, "hell I struggle with Britt and she still has her childish moments".
"Moments?" Quinn laughed.
"Watch it!" she laughed alongside her friend before stopping abruptly. "Ok, I've got it!"
"And for the second time today I saw why do I feel I'm gonna regret this".
"Shut the fuck up and be thankful I'm gonna do this for you," Santana shot back.
"Ok, now I'm worried…"
"You and Berry haven't really been out on a date, and if you have then it's been a fucking while since you've been out since".
"We've got kids!"
"I know that you dumb fuck! Now you gonna shut the fuck up and let me finish?"
"Sorry".
"Friday. As in this Friday. You're gonna take Berry out on a date".
"I am?"
"You are. I'm gonna watch Charlie and Beth for a couple of hours and you're gonna take Berry out. You're gonna be a teenage couple hopelessly in love and you're gonna talk about shit with her, got it?"
"I'm not sure Rachel will be ok with leaving Charlie…"
"Which is why I'll talk to her dads about me taking care of the kids there so she knows that they're there in case anything goes tits up".
"I don't know what to say…"
"Say thank you S, you're the best and I'd be fucking lost without you".
"Thank you".
Santana tutted, "And?"
"Well, the rest goes without saying doesn't it?"
"I know that," the Latina smirked.
"But you still like to hear me say it".
"Fucking right I do," she beamed.
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Thank you S, you're the best and I'd be lost without you".
"I think you'll find I said that you'd be fucking lost without me but it'll do," she smirked, "now that we've got that shit outta the way and there's only so much time we've got to talk about shit before I gotta get you back to school…spill! What the fuck were you and Berry doing when I called the other day?"
"We weren't really doing anything much…" her face flared red as images began to plague her mind, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"Bullshit!" Santana yelled excitedly, "You look like the cat that got the cream! Fuck me, please don't tell me you were getting her cream?"
"Santana!" the blonde squealed, her face somehow becoming redder.
The Latina rolled on the bed in fits of laughter, "No cream for you!" she managed to breathe out between laughs, "Guess you're still the prude Quinnie!"
"Don't call me that, I hate when you call me that!" Quinn whined.
"Ok, I'm sorry," she sat up and cleared her throat, "I'm sorry".
"Why do I find that hard to believe?"
"Believe whatever the fuck you want Q, I got my answer".
"Why do I feel you're pulling the psychology bullshit on me that you seem to love?"
"Because you know me too well".
"Go on then, what was the question?"
"Whether or not I interrupted you and Berry having sex".
"And?"
"Fuck no!"
"Oh…well that's good then I guess…" We might not have been having sex but I have a feeling we weren't far from it.
"Ok Q, not fair. I'm not a fucking mind reader and you just thought something that's so to do with this!"
"And what makes you say that?"
"Because I know you too well," she said matter of factly, "now spill it!"
"I…Erm…"
"Stop being such a pansy ass and spit it out already!"
"I don't think we were far from it," she uttered quickly.
"Ok I'm sure I'm gonna need years of therapy after this but explain, details".
"I'm not sure about this S…"
"Q, I know you better than anyone, you have questions that if you don't get answered will drive you insane. I have experience with sex, chances are I have the answers you need. So stop being a priss about this and just tell me!"
Quinn worried her bottom lip between her teeth, her mind racing as to how to phrase things, whether she could get her answers without actually explaining what she had been doing with Rachel.
"Don't make me beat it out of you Fabray!"
"Alright! Fuck S!" the blonde yelled in frustration, "What the hell do you want me to say?"
"Anything would be a start".
"Well I don't fucking know alright?!" she stood and began pacing the room, "I don't fucking know what we were doing! We were kissing, well…making out…but it was something more than that…I…fuck!"
"Say it Q," she knew there was something there, something that Quinn had never voiced.
"I wanted more than that! Ok?! Are you happy now? Have I shattered your allusion of me being this goody goody prude?"
"It's ok Q".
"No it's not!"
"It really is you know. It's more than ok".
"It's not ok S! I took advantage of her, if you hadn't called I don't know where we would've ended up. What we would've done!"
"Ok…one, stop pacing before you ruin my God damn carpet! Two, you could NEVER take advantage of her. And three, what the fuck were you doing that makes you think this badly of yourself?"
"I don't know!"
"Ok…let's slow this down a little shall we? What exactly were you doing? Ok so you were making out, big whoop! That's nothing and if Berry couldn't handle it I doubt she'd let you do it. What else?"
" I don't know! We were making out…I remember I stopped…"
"Are you ok?" Quinn asks, her voice husky.
"No," Rachel answers simply.
"What's wrong? Too fast?" her words stumble together as she replays the last few minutes in her head.
"You…stopped…kissing…" she swallows the lump in her throat and tries to regain control of her breathing, "me," her lips crash against her counterparts in desperate need.
"Ok…so Berry couldn't get enough of you which damn Q! You must be one hell of a kisser!" the Latina smirked.
"Not funny!"
"Wasn't trying to be. Ok so, everything's going well, you and Berry are getting down with your lady kisses…I'm failing to see the problem here Q…enlighten me".
"It was like…I couldn't get enough of her S…it was weird…I've never…not even with Puck…but I needed everything she was giving me…"
"Wait…let me get this straight! What you're basically getting at is Berry turned you on?"
She hung her head, her blonde hair forming a curtain in front of her eyes, "I think so…"
"No Q, there's no I think so here. Either she turned you on or she didn't".
"I don't know!"
"You do know Q, it's pretty obvious if you're turned on or not. You either got that good down low tickle or you didn't."
A smile begins to form behind the mess of hair. And this is why we love Santana, she knows how to make this shit simple. "Then…yes…" she admitted, embarrassment coating her voice.
"Awww Q! Don't ever tell Puckerman he couldn't turn you on unless you're having one hell of a fight!" Santana laughed.
"Are you just gonna keep laughing at me cos if you are I think I'd rather be in class".
"I'm sorry Quinn…it's just…there's gay and then there's really gay and guess which category you currently fit into?"
"I hate you!"
"So you keep saying…now, continue," she ordered.
"I'm not entirely sure how it happened but our legs sorta got all tangled up together… one of my legs ended up between Rachel's…and then we were pulling each other closer and one of her legs ended up between mine…"
"And suddenly it all makes sense!" Santana exclaimed.
"It does?" Quinn looked at her best friend in bewilderment, "Care to explain it to me?"
"In a nutshell Q you were dry humping the shit outta each other which explains why the hell you were so pissed at me when I called. You were probably pretty close to the edge weren't you?" she laughed apologetically.
"Now you see why I was taking advantage of her?"
"Hey Q, from the way you've described it she wanted it just as much as you did. No advantage was taken of anyone".
"Are you sure?"
"I swear to you on my own life".
"Ok…"
"Why do I feel you've still got a shit load of questions?"
"You said it yourself S, you know me too well".
"Go on then Q, out with it. Fire away and I'll see what I can do".
"But-"
"No buts," Santana interrupted, "whatever is said stays between us ok? I won't tell Britt and you won't tell Berry unless you feel you want to ok?"
"I really would be fucking lost with you S," Quinn said earnestly.
"I know," she patted on the bed for her friend to sit, "now ask Auntie Santie whatever you need ok? I promise I won't mock you".
Quinn sat beside her friend and leant her head against her shoulder, "I find that hard to believe".
"Ok, fine…I'll try to keep the mocking to a minimum how's that?"
"I appreciate it".
"As you damn well should".
"I don't know San…" she ran a hand through her hair, "I just…I'm clueless…I'm so out of my depth here".
"That's what you've got me for," she wrapped her arm around the blondes shoulders and hugged her tightly, "besides you can't be that clueless from what you told me of what I interrupted".
"I am though. I have no idea what I'm doing! I haven't got the first clue about sex with a girl".
"Ok firstly, she's a woman not a girl, you sound like a pedo when you call her a girl".
"S!"
"Well it's true!" Santana replied, "Secondly, it's pretty simple".
"How is it simple? I don't even know what constitutes sex between two gi-" she stopped halfway through to correct herself, "women. I mean, is it tongues? Fingers? Strapons?"
"It's whatever you feel comfortable with Q," she answered honestly, "yes they say the definition of sex between a man and woman is penetration but with two women…it's more than that. It's…fuck how do I describe it? A feeling I guess? You don't have to penetrate for it to be sex, ok? But I guess if you wanna go on the traditional definition of lesbian sex then it's fingers".
"Oh…"
"What's up?"
"I have no idea what I'm doing S".
"No one does Q, especially when it's the first time. Whether it's man or woman, virgin or not. Every first time with someone no one knows what they're doing".
"Really?" Quinn asked hopefully.
"Really. I promise you, I was just as clueless as you are now the first time I slept with Britt".
"Wow…"
"Tell anyone that and I'll beat you to death in the most painful way imaginable".
"My lips are sealed".
"Look, you and Berry have a shitty deal here ok? Essentially you're both virgins".
"I think Puck would disagree with that somehow".
"Fuck Puck! Oh wait…we did that already".
"Very droll".
"My point here Fabray," she said pointedly, "is you slept with Puck once and you were drunk and can't remember it for shit! Beth's gonna be two before we know it and you haven't even fooled around with anyone until the other day. You may as well be a virgin. As for Berry, well she is a virgin. She's not had sex with anyone, unless she slept with Finn but I kinda remember her yelling that she lost her virginity to rape, I'm not sure, I only stuck around for part of that conversation before I went to give Karofsky a good beating".
"She did say that".
"Oh good…well not good…you know what the fuck I mean right?"
"I know what you mean S".
"Ok, awesome. I told Berry this, I'm pretty sure I did, if I didn't then I'll tell her at some point. No one can take your virginity, it's something that has to be given".
"San?"
"Yeah Q?"
"You're kind of amazing," Quinn smiled.
"Thanks…"
"I mean it," the blonde turned to face her best friend, "you let everyone think you're this hardass with no heart, but you're amazing. You're kind and smart, once you let people pass your walls".
"Yeah well…" Santana shrugged, "Getting back to my point…"
"Sorry," Quinn smiled, she knew that Santana didn't take compliments of the personal nature very well.
"You've got it rough. Neither of you have a great record. You keep worrying that you're taking advantage of her, you're not. But you need to stop worrying about her just for a second and ask yourself are you ok with all of this? It's not all about her Q, yeah she's had some serious shit to deal with, still has but so have you. Just because you've not been through the shit she has doesn't make your shit any less serious".
"I guess…"
"I know it's different ok? I get that. I really do. But just…don't put so much pressure on yourself when it comes to this ok? When the time comes you'll know what you're doing, you won't know how you know but you'll know. Failing that just do what you like, she'll either respond to it or she won't. You'll figure it out".
"Ok…" her dying blush began to regain its colour.
"Oh fucking hell Q, please tell me you know how to get yourself off?" Santana asked disbelievingly.
"Of course I do".
"You're such a bad fucking liar!"
"Well I do apologise that it's not high on my priority list, I've been busy trying to keep grades up and raise a daughter the last couple of years in case it escaped your attention!"
"Ok well you need to fix that! Fuck it, Puck's got Beth next week right?"
Quinn nodded nervously.
"Then next week you best take the time to get to know yourself Q, cos if you can't be comfortable with yourself there's no fucking way you'll ever be comfortable with Berry".
"You make it sound so easy," Quinn said dryly.
"It is easy Q, you just gotta stop thinking about it. The more you think about it, the scarier it is. It's nothing to be ashamed about. I don't care what anyone says, everyone does it. They just don't admit to it".
"And how am I supposed to stop thinking about it S? I'll have to think about it to do it".
"Ok, you've got a point, so think about it in the sense of setting aside some time for yourself. Other than that no more thinking about it".
"Does your brain have an off switch or something cos I know mine doesn't!"
"Think about something else!"
"Like what?!"
"I don't fucking know Q, whatever floats your boat! I saw that smile earlier, think about you and Berry and your little grind and make out session," she laughed.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to get through this without mocking me".
"Hey, I said I'd keep mocking to a minimum!"
"This is true," Quinn admitted, nodding her head, "you've done incredibly well".
"You're lucky that's all I'm gonna get to do," Santana said as she stood and stretched her back, "times up. Gotta get our asses back to school before the bell rings".
"Are you gonna explain to me how it is you managed to get us out of school without getting in trouble in the first place?"
"Nope," she smirked, "now get your shit and let's go".
When Quinn pulled up outside the Berry residence she let out a sigh of relief. It felt good to be home. Well, at her unofficial home. She was exhausted. Her encounter with Santana had been draining enough but then she had Beth for a few hours after school. It wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for Beth's constant attempts to run when she could barely toddle without losing balance. Even Puck had commented on how tired she looked when she dropped Beth off at his.
As she shut the front door she said a quick hello to Hiram and Leroy before heading upstairs to Rachel's bedroom.
"Rach?" she called as she got to the top of the stairs.
"Nursery," Rachel called back.
Quinn quickly went to the bedroom and threw her stuff just inside the doorway before heading across to the hallway to the nursery.
Rachel sat in the rocker, Charlie held snug in one arm while the other fed the infant with a bottle.
"Hey," Quinn smiled lazily, no matter how many times she saw Rachel with Charlie, or even with Beth, she couldn't get over how well motherhood suited her.
"Hi," Rachel beamed back, "how was school?"
"Don't even ask," the blonde begged as she made her way over to where her girlfriend was sat, placing a gentle kiss to the dark haired beauty's forehead before asking, "you all set for tomorrow?"
"In the sense of absolutely dreading it?" she joked nervously.
"You're gonna be ok you know?"
"I know," she looked up, her eyes locking with hazel, "but only because you'll be there with me".
"Of course".
"Was today really that bad?" Rachel asked, concern filling her features.
"It was just a rough day".
"You want to talk about it?"
"I think I'm all talked out for today if I'm honest Rae. I'll talk to you about it, I promise. I'm just really tired".
"Anything I can do?" she asked doubtfully, she knew that Quinn held back from her still. Whether she meant to or not she was unsure of but she knew that blonde didn't allow her to support her in the way she supported her.
"Actually…" she licked her bottom lip nervously, "I was kinda hoping that maybe if it was ok with you…I know what I said over text but…do you think…I mean would it be ok…could we just cuddle tonight?"
"You know I couldn't think of a better way to spend our night," Rachel smiled as she stood from the rocker, quickly placing a chaste kiss on the blondes dry, nervous lips, "You know you're kinda cute when you get nervous".
Attention: Hey guys! Once again I'm saying I'm not dead! LOL I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out to you. I'm…well I guess the phrase not very well applies, I'm not gonna go into detail but it's why I'm taking so long with updates. Also I have no computer at the moment and relying solely on my iPad, I've order a keyboard which will be here on Wednesday so hopefully I'll be able to get more writing done then. In the meantime all go get your asses over to Davis B.P and give her a hell of a lot of love because she let me hijack her laptop so I could finish this chapter. While you're there you should check out her Achele story Tired of hiding because it's fucking awesome and I say this as someone that doesn't usually like reading Achele fanfic.
So I guess my question is…
What characters that have appeared in Season 2 and 3 of Glee would you like to see in the Glee club? I'll be adding a few new members and wondered if there were any in particular you'd like to see? I'm open to pretty much all suggestions except for Zieses or however you spell her name, she does my nut in so I won't be putting her in the story LOL
I promise I will try to get better at updating. I'm hoping I've kicked the block for now. R&R ok? It helps.
Also I'm currently in Texas (fuck yeah!) with my beautiful FIANCE Davis B.P that's right ladies and gentlemen – we're engaged! So yeah, you need to go give her a big thank you for not only letting me use her laptop to finish this chapter but also cos I abandoned her for several hours to get this written and posted for all of you. So go show her love on a HUGE scale ok?