CHAPTER FIVE

GETTING TO THE NEXT MORNING

RACHEL'S POV

You reach over and picked up your cell. It was time to prepare Kurt for the newest member of your family. Quinn is going to be moving into the loft with us, Kurt. She's going to share my room so Santana won't be put out. I need your help to help convince Quinn that she's home in the loft with us. That neither one of us wants her to live anywhere else.

I'll have your room waiting for you; Rach. But we can't pressure Quinn into living with us full time. We could seriously chase her away for all good. You couldn't keep the deep frown from your mouth as you read Kurt's quick reply.

I'm not going to cling to her. I know better than that. You fired back.

I'm not the only one whom loves you clinging too. You feel tears pickle your eyes at his message.

"Aren't you appossed to be getting some rest?" Your eyes leave your cell and looked into concern hazel eyes. "I was just letting Kurt know that we are having one more roommate."

"Temporary." She frowned.

"Quinn." You say in a warning voice.

"Temporary." She repeated.

"Kurt and I have been talking about getting a house." You mused. "It's going to be about three or five bedrooms."

"You two can't afford a house in New York or in Lima, Ohio." She shook her head. "Sides with this little one on the way; you'll need all your extra money for him or her."

You hummed.

"The loft is perfect for you two right now. There will be plently of room for a cribe." She paused. Her face paled.

"I'm keeping the baby." You softly said.

Her eyes lit up.

"We can find a bigger apartment for the first few years. Big enough for all four of us to have our own space." You breathed. "I just feel like you are meant to live with me is all."

"You'll change your mind after sharing your living space; and bedroom with me for a few weeks." She knowing said.

"No I won't." You replied firmly.

"Yes you will." She murmered low enough for you not to hear. But you heard all right. You would be carrying that statement close to your soul for the rest of your life.

KURT'S POV

You sighed as you realized that Rachel wouldn't be texting you back. You had finally fallen into a troubled sleep around two am; and when your phone vibrated next to your bed you were awake enough to see whom was texting you. You just prayed that it wouldn't be a guilt ridden Blaine once more. There was just so much you could take with his over whelming guilt complex. Although you had forgiven him for cheating on you.

But you still couldn't see yourself with him any longer. The sooner that he realizes this the better off he will be.

Thankfully you saw that it wasn't Blaine. But your heart stopped as you took in Rachel's name. You opened her text and was relieved that she was just informing you that Quinn would be moving in. Your eyes widen in surprise as you took this news in. How the hell did Quinn think she could go to school at Yale; which is in Connecticut; and you lived in New York. That means that Quinn would have to take a two hour train ride to Yale; and another two hour train ride back to New York. With Quinn's classes – that would mean that Quinn would be traveling twenty four hours a day.

But as soon as you typed up your message of agreeing to get Rachel's room ready for Quinn also; you saw reason. A smile graced your mouth as you realized that Quinn finally saw that Yale wasn't her dream. That her dream was being in New York with Rachel.

You felt bad for warning Rachel against forcing Quinn on living permanently in the loft. You for one would love to have Lucy Quinn Fabray living with you. But you knew Quinn Fabray very well by now; and knew that she hated feeling that she was a burden on anyone.

"So when does the bitch move in?" You look sharply over at the curtin that sepearted your bedroom from the rest of the loft. "Hello to you Satan." You got out.

"So when is the bitch moving in?" Santana tightened her grip across her chest. A bored look on her face.

"I just found out that Quinn was moving in." You sigh. "You knew all along that Quinn would want to be here once she learned of the pregnancy. So I shouldn't be shocked."

"When is the bitch moving in." Santana said for the third time.

"As soon as Rachel is ready to come home." You sigh as you place your phone on the table. "I'm going to prepare Rachel's room in the morning." You raised your right brow. "Alone."

"I don't give a fig about preparing for the Ice Bitch." She tossed her head.

"It's late. Go to bed." You sigh as you got your self back into the comfortable positon in your bed. You needed all the rest that you could get. Now that you had spoken to Rachel once more since she went to New Haven; you knew that you would finally be able to get some sleep. Leaning against the pillow as you tiredly looked to Santana whom refused to move. "Please go to bed; Santana."

She turned and left your room. You sighed wearly as you closed your eyes. You would deal with everything in due course. As you always did.

QUINN'S POV

"When would be the best time to go back to the city?" Rachel runs her right hand against your bare stomach. Your shirt had drifted up during the time you actually had fallen asleep.

"Isn't that my question for you?" Your right eye brow rose as you look down at the top of Rachel's head. "Whenever you feel like you can handle the city; is when we'll return." You felt Rachel sigh into your chest.

"I love being in this small space with you. Just you and me. But I know your roommate will be back soon to destroy this calmness that we have found for ourselves."

A loud bang in the hallway close to your closed door sounded at that moment.

A smirk played on your lips. "You were saying Rach?"

"Shut up." Rachel responded.

Another bang sounded out.

"Welcome back to dorm life." You sigh deeply.

"Lets get you packed up then head back to the city." Rachel said lifting her head. "I want to get back to quiteness of the loft."

"Okay." You repsond. You pulled back the covers from the two of you. You got out of bed and moved over to where your sweater was lying on the chair. "Here wear this. It'll keep you warm."

"I'm quite all right." She folded her arms across her chest. You watched as she tried to fight the shiver that was over coming her body. You just sigh and placed the sweater over Rachel's head. "Wear this. It'll keep you warm." You say more firmly than before. "No fighting me on this."

She sighes as she shoves her arms though the holes. "Thank you Quinn."

Tilting your head to the right; "You look good in that sweater."

Rachel had a small private smile on her lips.

"So after I get my things in the suitecases then we'll freshen up; then head to the city." You said as you pulled out your suitcases from the closet. "It shouldn't take me that long."

"You have all ready packed your life." She had wonderment in her eyes as she took a look in your closet. Where your packed boxes were neatly labeled.

"I told you that I got into NYC. All I needed to do was send my transfer papers – which I'm going to do on our way out." You turned and stared into her chocolate brown eyes which were inches from your own face. "Umm Rach I really need to pack the rest of my clothes."

"Are you sure?" She whispered.

Wrapping your arms around her and pulling her close. "I'm sure." You whisper in her ear.

"Okay." She gently pulls away and out of your arms. Turning she reached for the hangers.

"How about if you just rest while I pack." You quickly pulled her hands away from your clothes.

She huffed. "I'm nine weeks pregnant; Quinn. Packing clothes won't hurt me or the baby."

"I was where you were, Rachel." You seriously replied. "I want you to rest right now is all. I won't prevent you from doing things throughout your pregnancy …. but for right now …. trust me on this one Rach ….. I don't want you to have any strain on your body."

She eyed you stubbornally. You didn't waver. Her face slowly loosened up as she softly sighed. She walked over to sit in the chair. You silently nodded and began to empty your closet of your clothes. "I shouldn't be too long."

RACHEL'S POV

"I'm not going to allow you to carry all your things outside. You may not allow me to physical help you – but I'll get some of your dorm mates to help you." You said in a no nonse voice.

She turned her face to you. "I wasn't planning on carrying all my things out myself; Rach. I love my indepedence …. but even I know that I need help moving." She tilted her head in thought; "I'll talk to Rupert and ask if he can give us a lift to the city. He has a truck that my stuff can fit everything for one trip." She nodded her head to her phone; "Mind if you grab my phone for me?"

"Of course." You grapped her phone and tossed it to her.

"Hey Rupert." She said into the phone. "I was wondering if you had any plans for the day? No. Great. I was wondering if you can give me and a friend a lift into New York City. I'm actually leaving Yale; and transfering to NYC." She gets a soft look on her face as she listens to whatever Rupert was saying on the other end. "Oh that's sweet of you to say. Don't worry about gas and lunch. No Rupert; seeing how I'm asking for your help to move then it's my job to pay for gas and food."

You mentally wished the young man on the other end of the phone luck trying to break through Quinn's stubborness. You fully knew that he couldn't. No one could. Not even you. Well … not all the time that is.

"We'll be ready to leave in about three hours. I need to finish packing; and we need to get ready for the day. Oh great. Thanks again Rupert." She hangs up the phone. "You will really love spending the drive with Rupert; Rachel."

"Is he good in bed?" You stiffly asked.

Quinn stopped what she was doing and simply stared at you. "I wouldn't know."

"Oh?" You felt the tightness in your chest.

"He's just a friend Rach. We bonded when I first got here. I trust him with some of my secrets that I can't share with you yet." Your heart broke at the thought that Quinn still didn't trust you completely. Your eyes closed as you fought to fight down the pure jealously from your eyes. You felt her smooth cool hands against your heated skin. "I'm getting there Rach. " She whispers in your ear. "I promise you that I will tell you …. someday."

Leaning forward so you felt the skin of her neck against your cheek. "I wish it was now." You whimper. Her arms tighten around your body. She just silently held you as you quietly broke.

Quinn's POV

You just silently and simply held the woman of your dreams. You hatered yourself for putting her through this torture. Even if she hadn't just learned she was very unexpected pregnant …. you hatered yourself for putting through this. You wished you had the courage to finally speak up and tell her that you loved her. Only her.

Your father's voice echoed deep within you. His voice over powered her voice. You still couldn't find the strength to rid yourself of his voice once and for all. He had nineteen years to posion you …. he started when you were still just an fetus growing inside your mother.

You felt her pull away. You just wanted to tighten your hold on her. Pull her into you. Never let her go. But; you let her go.

"Okay then." She said with a false mega watt smile.

"Rach." You said in a soft warning voice.

Her smile dimmed to be a genuine smile. The smile that she only gave you. Only you. "I think it is seriously time to get you out of Yale. Out of New Haven. To New York. To the loft. So I'll go back to resting in that chair; so you can finish your packing." She went and sat down.

It was time to speed up your packing. You had all ready decided to pack fairly fast to begin with – but you can see how truly hurt Rachel was. It was time to get her back to the loft. Back to Kurt. You weren't enough to keep her safe right now. Not with the very unknown that you refuse to tell her about is what is making her feel unsafe.

END CHAPTER FIVE