LbN: For Whispering Dreams on Paper. Sorry for traumatizing you yesterday ;) There's more where this came from!

Rachel took Quinn's hand as they walked through the jazz section of music store. "Which is your favorite?" she asked.

"I like Dave Koz for when I'm reading or studying," Quinn said. "And Earl Klugh. Please tell me you're not making a playlist in your head for the baby's nursery."

"Of course not," Rachel said, but her grin told the blonde otherwise.

Quinn smiled down at her stomach. "Don't worry, Abraxas. Mommy will protect you from Mama Rae's crazy music obsession."

"Lucy Quinn Fabray, we are NOT naming our son after a Harry Potter character!"

The elderly couple on the next aisle chuckled quietly. The man winked at them as they passed.

"Glad you caught the reference," Quinn said. "Come on…Santana liked it."

Rachel snorted. "Santana's been agreeing with whatever you say, ever since the Haagen Daz incident."

"That'll teach her to eat a pregnant lady's ice cream," Quinn grumbled. "Babe?"

"Yes?"

"I'm getting tired. Can we go home," she asked softly. "I just want to cuddle with you and San and Britt."

Rachel nearly melted into a puddle right there in the store. "Of course. We should pick up dinner first though. What do you and little Fiyero want to eat?"

"Pasta. With real meatballs this time, you tricky vegan. Also, what the hell? You were against Abraxas, but you want to name him Fiyero?"

Rachel grinned and led them out of the store.