Summary: Sequel to Dirty Little Secret

Pairing: strong Rachel/Quinn

Notes: Artie, Rachel and Charlie cuteness.

Warning: SHORT

Disclaimer: I won nothings but the random rambling of which occur in my brain. Glee and any other copyrighted content used belongs to the respective owners.

"Dinky!" Artie cried as he rolled into the lounge.

"I swear, you don't actually come to see me," Rachel rolled her eyes.

"Sure I do," he wheeled up beside the chair Rachel was sat in before holding his arms out, "now gimme my niece!"

"Fine," she huffed half-heartedly before handing her daughter over.

"You're getting so big," he cooed, bringing the baby close to his chest and placing a kiss on the top of her head.

"You're lucky you're so cute with her, it means I can't kill you."

"Like you'd kill me anyway," he shook his head in disbelief, "face it Houdini, you love me, you know it, you wouldn't change a damn thing about it."

"Artie Abrams do not make me have to tell you about using such language in front of delicate ears," she scolded.

"Dinky's nowhere near close to talking," Artie countered, "there's no chance of her repeating something I said when she's this tiny."

"I don't know, with the way Santana goes I have an awful feeling that the first word out of Charlie's mouth will be an expletive of some kind. One of these days I will wash her mouth out with soap."

"Now that I'd like to see!"

"Of course you would," the young mother shook her head in despair.

"So I have a confession to make and you're not allowed to slap me because I have a baby in my arms."

Rachel eyed Artie warily, "So that's why you were so keen on having Charlie."

"Partly, mostly it's because I don't get to spend enough time with my niece and I'm gonna miss her like crazy when everyone goes off to college."

"That's very sweet, Artie but why do I want to slap you?"

"Because I may have burst into laughter after you and Quinn left Glee club the other day."

She didn't need him to tell her what day, she knew exactly what day he was referring to. "Why?"

"Because! Oh come on, Rachel, surely you can see that this is kinda funny."

Rachel pursed her lips, "Why don't you explain it to me?"

"Because she's Quinn Fabray!"

"I'm very much aware of who she is, Artie, I did agree to marry her."

"That's why it's so funny! Quinn Fabray, former Cheerio caption, head bitch, president of the celibacy club, asked Rachel Berry, the girl destined to be a Broadway star, to marry her!"

"I'm failing to see how any of this is funny," she crossed her arms in frustration, the boy was right, she did want to slap him.

"Look at how far you've both come," Artie tried to explain, "she's gone from finding as many ways as possible to torture you, drenching you in slushies, to being so madly in love with you that she wants to spend the rest of her life with you. No one has changed as much as you two have and we're getting closer and closer to graduating and I just...I look back at it all and see how you guys started out and how you're going to end and I have to laugh because never in a million years could anyone have predicted that this would happen."

"I honestly don't know whether I want to slap, strangle or hug you right now."

"Well you can't do anything while I've got Dinky."

"You're going to have to give her back eventually."

"Nope."

"Fine, you deal with 3am feedings and diaper changes."

"On second thoughts, maybe you should keep her?"

"I thought you'd say that somehow."

Artie looked down at the babe in his arms, "She is cute though."

"Until she wakes you in the middle of the night and you've only managed an hours sleep before that."

"She's still cute then, you're just too tired and grumpy to see it."

Rachel made to argue when she realised that she couldn't, "Fair point, I suppose."

"Are you seeing Tina later?"

"Not exactly..."

Her brow furrowed in confusion, "How can you not exactly be seeing someone?"

Artie paused, he wasn't particularly looking forward to this conversation but he knew if he could talk to anyone about it, it was Rachel, "We're breaking up."

"What? Why? I thought you guys were good?"

"We are, it's just..." he let out a sigh, "it's better to do it now than later. For some reason that God only knows, she's decided she's going to school in Texas and I'll be in LA at film school and I just don't...I don't think we'd be able to handle it. I think the distance would end up making us hate each other and I don't want that."

Rachel reached across and squeezed his shoulder gently, "I'm so sorry, Artie."

"It's ok, I mean, it could be worse, right?" He lifted his head up and offered a smile, "I mean seriously, I'm going to LA, I'll be so busy with school, it's going to be insane."

"Well," she sighed, "you've saved yourself from me slapping you."

"I have?"

"You've kind of done it for me."

"Sorry to ruin your fun, Houdini."

"Artie?"

"Yeah?"

"We'll still be friends, won't we? When you're in LA, I mean," Rachel uttered feebly, Artie was her best friend and she really didn't want to lose him at all.

"What? I was right, you are crazy! Of course we'll still be friends, you idiot! We'll Skype all the time and we can visit each other during the holidays, ok, well, maybe I can visit during the holidays because I really don't like the idea of you trying to fly all over the place with the girls."

"You really love them, don't you?"

"Who, the girls? Of course I do, they're my nieces, Beth included, especially now that you're gonna become Mrs. Fabray or she's gonna become Mrs. Berry," Artie frowned as he tried to work it out, "whatever you become, family is family, no ifs, ands or buts."

"I think I kind of love you, Artie Abrams," she smile sweetly.

"Told you you loved me," he said smugly before looking down at Charlie, "and this is why we listen to Uncle Artie, because Uncle Artie is always right."

"Uncle Artie wishes he was always right."

"Remember what I told you? Mommy's crazy," he shot Rachel a false glare, "which is why Uncle Artie is always right."

Author's note: Sorry that it was stupidly short, I don't like it, I don't even know why I wrote it but sometimes you need a little break before things get a little more serious I guess. I have a problem. I have the very last words for this story in my head, I know who says them, why they say them, where they say them, but now I have to get there which is going to be a problem because I have a lot of half formed ideas and conversations that I don't seem to be able to finish at the moment (seriously, I'm still stuck writing chapter 45). ANYWAYS! To make up for this sucky sucky chapter, I'm gonna be posting the next chapter tonight as well, probably after I've done the dishes or I might do it now...