A/N: I want to do a story using flashback a lot. Quinn is spy who falls in love with Rachel and starts a secret family, and in order to protect her family, she needs to finish the one more mission.

Disclaimer: I DON'T own Glee. Otherwise, Faberry is definitely cannon.

Warning: G!P Quinn. Don't like it, then don't read it. The only reason I write it is because I want them to have the baby of their own.

Quinn's eyes locked with that warm pool of brown and her words lost in her throat. This pool of brown is the only reason for her to keep sanity and manage to survive. Doctors said that was a miracle, because no one can manage to survive after such condition and torture. When the backup army arrived at the scene, Quinn was the only one who still had a wee hue of trace of life. The only explanation was her extremely outstanding physical and mental pain toleration with strong mind, high responsibility, and a little pivotal luck.

Nobody had the cue about her, since no one knew her after all. She was the ice queen when it came to practice and head bitch in charge when it came to action. She never smiled, never flinched, and never failed. Except the little soft switch at the closet corner of her heart. Yes, she had a heart. Got a problem with that? Get lost! Anyway, the switch was the same switch of her heartbeat. Sound cliché?

The only reason why she still breathed was that she was too afraid to die. She didn't know whether Rachel would be afraid or not alone at home when the thunder ripped the sky apart. She didn't know whether Rachel would be able to fall asleep without she Skyped her goodnight. She didn't know whether Rachel would have headache and curled into a ball with the worn fluffy Pooh Bear she gave her at her birthday. The most important, she didn't know whether Rachel would have done something silly if she left her alone in this world.

"I am back." She smiled at her.

The girl jumped into her at one motion and buried deep in her neck crying silently.

"Shhhh… It's okay, babe. I am here." I am home. Quinn carefully caressed her back and ravenously inhaled her scent.

"Don't you dare leave me like that ever again."

"I won't."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Quinn closed her eyes and that afternoon cut through her mind.

*Flashback*

She finally withdrew her body from the toxically tan warmth and delusionally white sheet and quickly changed into some clothes. Some clothes of hers. She knew she was out of her mind, but she just couldn't leave without any trace of her with her. She knew they couldn't have any photos, messages, letters… Albeit, clothes with her aroma was definitely not banned. At least not in the script. Maybe it was better this way since it wouldn't be that agonizing to leave without the intense stare of the pool of brown.

She crouched down to the eye level with the little angel who was coloring a Pooh Bear. Just at that moment, the little angel moved her glaze away from the drawing to the woman in front of her. Quinn chocked. Hazel locked with hazel. The only difference was that she had the identical look as her mommy.

"Lucy…"

Quinn shakily whispered. The hoarse sound of her voice frightened her.

However, the little angel was not surprised at all, just a little bit unease and anxious. Her pinky little hand touched Quinn's army.

"Are you leaving?"

Quinn could not speak, not both under the two similar focused look. She opened and closed her lips a few times, but none of the word came out. She couldn't leave without her notice no matter how quiet yet jittery she was. She just couldn't let it go. She was just making this harder.

"Don't leave, please. Mommy would be sad…"

Quinn almost lost it. She almost kissed this little angel and told her she was not leaving and she would never leave them, especially not the one laying on the bedroom door frame. No one knew how bad she wanted to fuck her and make love to her over and over again like there was no tomorrow or ran away with her two angels to someplace of nowhere and spent the rest of her life with her family.

"Lucy… Listen…"

Quinn slowly adjusted her respiration rate back down from the limbo of heart attack, "Be a good girl, okay… Be a good girl for mommy and m.. For mommy, okay…"

Lucy Berry didn't understand why the woman in front of her was crying like a baby, just like she failed to fathom the reason why mommy cried every time she saw this woman and cried every time the woman was gone, and why every time mommy tried her best to smile and to stay strong for this woman and to comfort her even though mommy was bleeding in heart, but collapsed to the ground when the door closed behind the woman's silhouette.

This woman was supposed to be a stranger because Lucy even didn't know her name, but she had the identical hazel orbs and they were both blonde shining like sunshine. It's this woman who angrily accused mommy for not dyeing Lucy's hair to chestnut and then kissed mommy tenderly like she would love her and didn't give a damn about the zombie apocalypse.

Only when the woman was here, mommy would dye her hair and let her wear contract and turn Lucy to a little berry. Mommy even hummed songs when she was doing this. However, every time the woman left for a while, mommy would stop and spent day and night either watching her eyes or play with her tresses with her fingers.

When the woman came to home, she always seemed to bare tons of heavy burden. Lucy could tell that she so tired that her shoulders were rigidly straight. However, they would soften immediately when she caught the first glimpse of mommy. Not only her whole torso, more like her entire heart anchored off.

Lucy once asked her about this when the woman was playing with her, and the woman grinned and answered that her heart was never leaving mommy or Lucy. Sometimes, whenever she felt the world was too crazy and too overwhelming, she would always came back here for the subtle warmth which could only provide by mommy.

"I love you. I love you so much…"

The cold yet soft lips covered on Lucy's forehead.

Lucy raised her head and caught the intense look of this woman on her face, which seemed like she wanted to imprint her face in her mind.

Lucy stood up and tipped her tiptoe to weep away the trace of tears dropped from that woman. The woman stared at the moisture on Lucy's pinky hand unbelievably.

Lucy whipped her head to see mommy who circled her arms around her knees on the floor, and when she snapped back to the other woman who was already nowhere to be seen.

She didn't know what to do to comfort mommy, so she was just quietly standing beside mommy. A moment later, an idea kicked into her mind, she waddled to the bedroom and hugged the toy mommy always clung to when she was sad, and then ran as fast as she could back to her mommy's side.

Rachel raised her face with swollen read eyes and slowly accepted the Pooh Bear in Lucy's hand. She buried her face into the fluffy toy bear and desperately inhaled and exhaled in order to catch something, anything.

Only when Lucy wrapped her little arms around mommy did she find out how shaky mommy was and the whisper under the breath.

"I love you, too."

*Flashback End*

A/N2: So, what do you guys think? I kinda hate to see Faberry, especially Rachel so sad, because that's Glee's, the damn (wink) show's job after all. And I promise you the following chapters will start to reveal how they fall in love with each other (applause) from mostly Quinn's POV, I guess, to let this story make more sense.