Summary: Sequel to Dirty Little Secret.

Pairing: Rachel/Quinn

Notes: Just a nice short little filler chapter. This chapter was going to be the date but it ended up as a pre-date chapter. Hope you enjoy!

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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.

When Santana arrived at the Berry household she was greeted by Hiram who told her she could go straight upstairs where she would find Rachel probably in the nursery with Charlie.

"Christ Berry," Santana greeted as she slouched against the doorframe, "I swear I've seen enough of Quinn and your tits that I may have well of slept with you both".

"Hello to you too Santana," Rachel took her eyes off of her suckling daughter and looked at her friend earnestly, "believe me I'd rather not be doing this..."

"Say it".

"say what?" she feigned innocence as she gave the scrutinising eyes on her a puzzled expression.

"The rest of that sentence," the Latina made her way into the room and took a perch on the windowsill, "say it, whatever it is just say it".

Rachel's cheeks burned at having been caught hiding something, something she hadn't revealed to anyone, not even Quinn. "It's just...weird, I guess. I'm not sure of the word I'm looking for, I'm not sure there is a word for what I'm trying to say," her words blended together, another piece of her puzzle slowly beginning to fall back into its rightful place, "it's just...I'd rather not be breast feeding, it's too close to the scars".

Santana reached out and placed a hand on her friends shoulder and squeezed it gently, "Charlie's your daughter. You know that right? He's no longer part of the equation".

With her free hand she placed it atop of the one on her shoulder, "That's not what I meant. Well, not entirely. I love Charlie. I would do anything for her, which is why I am breast feeding despite my discomfort surrounding it".

"Ok you've lost me Berry".

"When I say too close to the scars, I mean the physical scars. It's difficult to feed Charlie and not see the scar...I don't want to think about...that when I'm feeding my daughter. I don't want to associate her with any part of it".

"You know Rachel," she tightened her grip on the mothers shoulder, hoping that in doing so it would emphasise the truth she was about to deliver, "I know what he said to you when...and you should take some pride in the scars," she could see the words ready to explode from Rachel's tightly drawn lips, "stop looking like you just sucked on a lemon and hear me out. You should be proud because they show the world just how strong you are, just how much you are not his. I know what he said to you and it's bull. You shouldn't feel uncomfortable feeding your daughter because of him. She's your daughter, you gave birth to her, you're bringing her up, she'll be an amazing person because you showed her how to be. He's not part of any of that. And if one day she asks about the scars you just tell her that Aunt Sanny said they're your medals to show the world just how strong you are".

Rachel stared at the Latina with tears in her eyes in complete and utter awe. That was the most she had ever heard her friend talk about anything remotely close to do with feelings. She was beginning to realise that she had a true friend in the Cheerio and knew that she would always find a way to stay in contact once they had graduated.

Santana cleared her throat, "Right," she glanced at her cell, "it's almost 6:20 and you're in no way close to even starting to get ready for your date with Q tonight".

"It's hard to prepare for something when you're juggling school and raising a child," Rachel laughed sheepishly, she had actually had time to at least prepare her outfit for her date but rather than do that she had opted to take a nap because she was just so exhausted.

"Is she finished?" the Cheerio pointed at her charge for the night.

The young mother glanced down at her baby and noticed that her daughter had actually fallen asleep while suckling and now was barely attached. "Yeah," as carefully as she could Rachel freed her nipple from her daughters mouth and let out a small sigh of relief. As much as people seem to almost romanticise breast feeding they all seem to leave out the part where it can make your nipples sore and chapped.

"Hand her over then," Santana stood up with her arms then outstretched, "and get your ass in the shower. Charlie and I will see what's in your wardrobe".

As if sensing that her mother had actually intended on putting her down into her crib to sleep Charlie awoke with an almighty yawn.

"Well damn," Rachel muttered, "so much for thinking I'd be able to put her in her cot for a while".

"Don't care," Santana held her arms out, "I've got catching up to do with this little one," she couldn't stop the grin breaking out as Rachel placed the dopey babe in her arms. "Yeah," she cooed as she gently rocked her arms, "we've got some catching up to do haven't we sweet girl?"

Rachel quirked an eyebrow, apparently even Santana Lopez wasn't immune to becoming all gooey around her daughter. "If she wants feeding there's some bottles in the fridge, otherwise you know where everything is right?"

"I helped build the nursery, of course I know where everything is," Santana chuckled warmly, "Now why is your ass still here? Get!"

"Alright, I'm going!" Rachel laughed as she made her way to her room.

Puck stood on the doorstep of the Fabray residence waiting for someone to answer the door. He figured that Quinn must be upstairs with Beth and Judy's car was missing so clearly she wasn't home. He resisted the urge to knock again as he heard the disturbing wails getting closer and closer.

Quinn opened the door looking rather dishevelled in her robe, a towel wrapped around her hair and a crying Beth attached to her hip, "Oh thank God!" she practically cried, "She hasn't stopped crying since yesterday, I think she's cutting another tooth".

"Come 'ere," he reached for crying toddler and pulled her straight to his chest, a hand instinctively began rubbing small circles on the childs back, "Shhhh," he hushed as he followed the mother of his child inside.

Beth's wailing continued but slowly began to lose volume until she was hiccuping tears quietly.

"And of course she quietens down for her daddy," the blonde muttered.

"Maybe she was picking up on your stress," Puck suggested.

"I'm not stressed," she snapped. One look from the father of her child and she had to admit the truth, "Ok! So maybe I'm a LITTLE stressed".

"You shouldn't be stressing Quinn, it's not good for you," the love he had for Quinn carried in his voice, "besides, no stress tonight, it's your night off. Your night to spend with your girl completely child free. If that's not a night to relax then I don't know what is".

"Maybe I'm stressing about tonight," she admitted feeling a little ashamed of herself.

"Why? It's Rachel. It's you and Rachel, you guys are solid".

"I know, it's just..."

"What?" he prompted. He knew when he should and shouldn't push the ex-Cheerio for answers and right now if she had any hope of enjoying her night out he needed to push.

"I've got to talk to Rachel about some stuff and I guess I'm a little nervous," she rubbed at the back of her neck, her moves only reaffirming her admissions, "we've not really been on many dates or you know...any".

"So? Quinn she loves you, you really think she cares about if you guys have been out on dates or not? You guys are in a bit of an unusual situation to say the least and you both make the best of it. At the end of the day you guys have a love like no other and we're still in high school. How many people can say that they have a love like you have? Not many and I'm on about full blown adults, not the people we go to school with". Balancing Beth on his hip and wrapping an arm around her securely he used his free arm to pull Quinn in for a hug, "Whatever it is you need to talk to Rach about will be fine, you guys are golden. Whatever it is you'll work through it together AND you'll have a great time tonight. You'll get to be just you two and that's not really something you guys have had much of so enjoy it ok? If you want me to have Beth for longer I can, I don't mind you know that I love spending extra time with her".

"Thank you," Quinn smiled as she returned the hug, "you know you give pretty good pep talks".

"What can I say?" he grinned playfully, "I'm just awesome that way".

"Now I remember why I stopped giving you compliments in the first place," she laughed, "they go straight to that big head of yours".

"Seeing as your stressed out I'm gonna let that one slide," Puck smirked, "but next time you might not be so lucky".

"Yeah, yeah".

"So, you guys have a good time alright?"

"Ok," Quinn smiled as she stepped back from the hug, "I haven't given Beth anything for her teething yet, just her cold teething ring, I wasn't sure if you had something you could give her".

"We'll stop by the pharmacy on the way home," he pressed his lips to the soft golden curls on his daughters head, "won't we sweetheart?"

"Thanks Puck, I was going to but I just got sidetracked with my assignment and stuff".

"Is no worries baby mama," Quinn rolled her eyes at the name, "we'll get outta your hair and you can finish fixing it up or whatever it is you've got going on under your turban".

"Funny," she replied dryly.

"Say bye to mommy," he ignored her remark.

Quinn gave her daughter a quick peck on the cheek, "Be good for daddy, feel better baby. I love you".

"See ya later Quinn," Puck hoisted his daughter back to her original position on his chest and turned to leave.

"Oh grab an extra for whatever you get for her teeth so I have it her ok?"

"Got it!" he called over his shoulder as he made his way down the path towards his truck.

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.

TTFN!