Summary: Sequel to Dirty Little Secret.
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Notes: Just a nice short little filler chapter. Hoping the next chapter will be MUCH longer.
Warning: Language cos you know Santana is just impossible sometimes LOL
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.
Being a mother at any age isn't easy, especially if you're a "single" mother. It's even harder if you're a single mother in your senior year of high school. The constant stress of raising a child, the pressure of school and the impending decisions that needed to be made about your looming future...needless to say, it's not easy at all. In fact more often than not it's a struggle to make it through the day. So busy with taking care of a child, schoolwork, the mountain of paperwork that could dictate your future, if you remember to set aside five minutes here or there so you can have a quick bite to eat or even ten minutes for a shower it's a miracle. Yet she wouldn't change any of it for the world. Despite all the stresses and anxieties her life is filled with she can't help but feel content as she watches them. The smile on her pale rose pink lips is of the most genuine sort as she watches her girlfriend interact with their daughters.
Rachel couldn't help but laugh at the the blonde haired toddlers reaction to her own daughter gripping hold of Beth's finger. "It's ok Beth," she soothed between soft laughter, "Charlie's saying hello". She repositioned Charlie in her arm so that the arm of the sofa was supporting her weight and wrapped her free arm around Beth, "You going to say hello back to Charlie?" Beth looked over at her mom who nodded in encouragement. "It's ok sweetie," Rachel gently rubbed the toddler's back, "go on..." Fisting a hand in Rachel's dark hair Beth waved at Charlie before burying her face in Rachel's shoulder.
How am I supposed to think about going to college? Maybe my future isn't in college. She couldn't contain the laughter at her daughters sudden embarrassment, "Oh Beth..." she cooed semi-mockingly, "so shy!" Every time I think about my future and what I want...this is it. I want a family. No. I want this family. Me, Rach and our beautiful girls...I love them all so much.
"You ok Quinn?" Rachel looked over at girlfriend, her features a mixture of concern and confusion.
"Hmmm?" Quinn hadn't realised she'd been lost in her thoughts, "Yeah I'm fine baby".
"Quinn Fabray...I don't like being lied to".
"I'm not lying," she could feel the heat of Rachel's scrutinising eyes. Getting up from the armchair she was sat on she went and sat beside Rachel, picking her daughter up and placing her lap, "I was just thinking about my girls".
"You were?"
"Really," she pressed her lips to the tan skin of Rachel's temple, "you all make me so happy".
Rachel rearranged herself once more, this time wrapping her arm around the older blonde and pulling her in tight to her body, "You make us happy too," the smile carried in her voice, "I don't know what I'd do without you".
"You're not the only one," Quinn answered truthfully.
The ring of the doorbell interrupted their conversation, quickly followed by Leroy's bellow, "I'll get it".
A few moments of muffled voices in the hallway Rachel couldn't stand it much longer, "Who is it Daddy?" she called.
"No one for you nosey!" Leroy chuckled back.
Quinn laughed, she knew exactly who was at the door. To be quite honest she was surprised that the guest in question hadn't turned up earlier.
"What's so funny?" Rachel asked, squeezing the blondes side to get her attention.
"Nothing sweetheart," a smile played lazily across her features.
"Well, clearly that's a bold faced lie otherwise you wouldn't have been laughing just now, would you?"
The blonde turned to look at the semi-tantrum diva, "Do you have even the faintest idea of how cute you are right now?"
"I am not cute," she huffed, "and don't change the subject!"
"I'm not changing the subject. You're just unbelievably cute right now".
"Cuteness aside, you are most certainly changing the subject".
Quinn leaned her head closer, her eyes trained on the pouting lip of her girlfriend, "I'm not".
"Yes you are!" Rachel wasn't sure if she was mad or amused at this point, nor did she care as lips captured her lower one in a sensual kiss.
"Nope," the blonde muffled around the lip currently between her teeth, "not changing the subject".
"You really are," Rachel's words came fuzzy sounding on account of Quinn having hold of her lower lip, "but right now I really don't care," and with that she participated in the game Quinn had started.
It didn't take long for the kiss to deepen and tongues to dance, albeit a rather slow dance in comparison to their usual frenzied battle for dominance. The change in pace was nice, granted it was forced by the fact that their were two rather small children on the girls but it meant that they weren't as rushed as they would normally be had they been alone. They took the chance to explore each others mouths at a rather languid pace, something they had no done in a while.
"Fuckssake, I tell you two I'm gonna be over so I can avoid seeing this type of shit".
The girls broke apart with quite opposite looks on their faces. Quinn rolled her eyes, a tiny smile tugging at her lips, she should've known that this would happen. Rachel on the other hand was clearly quite perturbed and she had every intention of making their interruptor aware of this.
"Santana Lopez!" Rachel's voice was shrill yet scolding, "If I catch you using language like that in front of delicate little ears again I swear on all that you consider Holy I will wash your mouth out with soap!"
Quinn couldn't hold back the snicker that escaped her mouth at the look of pure shock on the Latina's face, "In fairness S, Rach has a valid point. I've told Puck off enough for his language in front of Beth don't make me have to start telling you off as well".
"Alright, alright!" Santana threw her hands up in surrender before shrugging and muttering, "I'm sorry alright, I didn't realise they were in here".
"Just...be a little more careful about what you say in future," Rachel accepted the apology.
"Wait a minute..." the Latina put her hands on her hips in defiance, "why am I the one apologising when you two were just making out with them on your damn laps?"
"We were not making out," Rachel defended.
"Oh I beg to differ Berry. Someone moaned," she pointed a finger accusingly at the two girls on the couch, "blatantly making out".
Rachel's cheeks flared with heat as the blush suddenly bloomed.
"There was no moaning," Quinn shook her head, "stop exaggerating, we've seen far worse with you and Britt and that's just in Glee club".
"Whatever," Santana shrugged as she inspected her nails.
"You can come and sit down if you'd like," Rachel inserted helpfully, always the polite hostess (once she'd gotten over the insulting language and scolding of course).
The Latina made her way to the chair that was opposite the couch. Looking at the four on the couch she couldn't help but smile, the happiness that radiated from the accidental family was almost palpable. She was about to take her seat when she decided to ask, "Berry?"
"Yes Santana?" she'd heard the hesistation in the head bitch's voice.
"Can I..." she nodded at Charlie, "I feel like I've hardly seen her since you got back from the hospital".
"Of course you can," Rachel unwrapped her arm from around Quinn who was in the process of moving Beth so that she was entirely on her lap.
Once the small babe was in her arms, Santana went and sat herself carefully in the chair.
"So Santana, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Rachel asked, direct and to the point.
"I'm impressed Q, you didn't spill the beans".
Rachel looked at her girlfriend in puzzlement.
"I'm just going to let S explain, seeing as this whole thing is entirely her idea," Quinn uttered sheepishly.
"Of course it's my idea," the Cheerio boasted, "it's an awesome idea so it only makes sense that it came from me".
"I think I'll be the judge on whether or not it's an awesome idea," Rachel interjected, "but for that to happen someone needs to tell me what's going on".
"You my dear Berry, are going on a date on Friday night," Santana grinned at the confused look on the small girls face, "with Quinn of course".
"Santana, while I appreciate the sentiment that's not exactly possible," Rachel sighed dejectedly, she knew that she needed some alone time with Quinn but with two small children involved it wasn't exactly easy and she wasn't even sure if she was ready to leave Charlie with a babysitter yet.
"Stop the think Berry I can see the smoke pouring out of your ears," Santana brought Rachel back to reality, "it is possible because I am awesome. I spoke with Puck and he's going to have Beth Friday night. I also spoke with your dads and they'll be home Friday as well which means I won't be alone while I take care of Charlie so you won't have to worry about that".
"You're going to take care of Charlie?"
"I am! Aunt Sannie will take good care of your little girl so you can go take care of your big girl," she shot a pointed stare at Quinn.
"Are you sure about this Santana?" Rachel was reluctant to say the least. She trusted Santana and the fact that her dads would be home made her feel even better about leaving her daughter but, "She can be a handful sometimes. Won't stop crying for hours, even after you've done everything you can possibly think of. Are you sure you want to spend your Friday night taking care of a baby?"
"Positive! Besides, you guys spend pretty much every Friday night looking after babies," Santana knew she'd won her argument then and there, "you deserve a break and like Mercedes said earlier, I've hardly seen Charlie. It'll give me a chance to catch up".
"She's a baby, you've not really missed much," Rachel chuckled softly.
"You know what I mean Berry, don't make me say it".
"See, what S thinks no one knows is that she's not as badass as most people think she is and is actually quite fond of cuddles," Quinn added.
"Well, you are more than welcome to Charlie cuddles whenever you want Santana".
"Q, I hate you. Berry, thanks. So Friday I'll be over at shall we say 6? That way you can have an hour or so to get ready, Q will be picking you up at 7:30".
"I will?" Quinn asked shocked, this was the first she'd heard of it.
"You will. I even outdid myself and found you guys this vegan restaurant so Berry can eat something. Besides Breadstix is a little played out at this point".
"You really shouldn't have..." Rachel started to gush.
Santana held up her hand, effectively silencing the diminutive singer, "I'm not through yet Berry so quit your yapping! I cleared it with mami and I spoke with your dads, if you guys decide you want a night just the two of you," she wiggled her eyebrows playfully, "then I don't mind spending the night if you guys wanna crash at Q's or whatever".
"Just how long have you been plotting this?" Quinn wondered out loud.
"Longer than I'll ever admit to Q," she smirked at her best friend.
"Santana...I don't know what to say..." Rachel stammered.
"Then do us both a favour Berry and don't alright?"
"Thank you," Rachel continued ignoring her friends pleas.
"Your lucky I've got a baby in my arms right now," Santana snarled half-heartedly.
"Yeah, yeah. We get it S. You're the big bad," Quinn laughed as she readjusted herself so that she was leaning into Rachel, all the while playing with the golden curls atop her daughters head slowly sending the small child to sleep.
The Latina glowered at her friend.
"Now girls," Rachel smiled, happy to be with her family and a good friend, "play nice".
Author's note: Hi guys, you should all go thank my fiance that this chapter got finished and while you're at it check out her stories cos she's awesome! Davis B.P I love you! Thank you for always being my number one reviewer and helping me to get all these ideas out and onto paper (so to speak).
I can't really think of any questions right now, except for the obvious...
What do you guys think Quinn should do about college and how do you think it'll (or should) affect Puck and Rachel?
Also I will be covering sex in this story and I'd like to point out that I can't please everybody. Please be constructive with your criticism ok? Not every rape survivor has issues surrounding sex, or they might but in the total opposite as in where they can't get enough sex. There's just so many variables and I can only write so many without completely destroying my version of the characters that I've built up over the course of Dirty Little Secret and this story. If you don't like the way I do something then by all means tell me but please explain why you don't like it rather than just saying well that was crap. I'd really appreciate it.
Please review! Reviews might actually get me back into writing on a more regular basis again.
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