Quinn's a cocky basketball player, Rachel's an uptight cheerleader, and Dylan is their baby.

Prologue

"Did you feed her?"

"Yes."

"Did you change her?"

"Yes."

"Did you burp her?"

"Yes."

"So why won't she stop crying?!"

"I don't know!"

"Ugh!" Quinn exclaimed in exasperation, trying to calm crying baby in her arms. She glanced at the clock.

4:30

"Well make her stop! I've got a game in thirty minutes!" She snapped, glaring at the little brunette who was busy ironing her skirt. She rolled her eyes. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

Quinn was ready to rip her hair out in frustration. The kid had been crying non-stop for the past fifteen minutes, and it was really getting on her nerves. She had to get ready for her basketball game against Carmel High and at this rate she'd be late, and Rachel was no help whatsoever. "Are you even trying to calm her down?" Rachel asked, not looking up from her task at hand.

"No, I like having a baby cry at the top of her lungs for hours on end." Quinn retorted. She plopped down on the couch with her daughter, yes her daughter, securely in her arms. Rachel ignored her response and walked over to her. She plucked her daughter, yes her daughter as well, from Quinn's arms. "I know daddy's annoying, but you have to stop crying." Rachel pleaded.

Quinn frowned. She didn't necessarily like being called daddy, even if she technically was. Just because she had the necessary parts to be one, doesn't mean she was one. She was in fact Dylan's other biological parent, but she was a girl above all else. She knew Rachel didn't mean anything by it because she only did it to annoy her, and it certainly did.

Rachel rocked her baby girl in her arms while whispering sweet things in her ear, but it did nothing to ease the baby's distress. Dylan was often a quiet baby, only crying when she was hungry or needed to be changed. Rachel didn't understand, she had both fed and changed her, but the child would not stop crying. She vaguely wondered if it was the somewhat hostile air between her and Quinn was upsetting Dylan. She and Quinn had never exactly gotten along, but they put up with each other to ensure the best possible care for their daughter.

Dylan Berry-Fabray was the result of a typical drunken get together between Quinn and Rachel at a typical high school party thrown by a typical rich teenager with too much time on their hands. Rachel was your typical uptight, bitchy, head cheerleader dating the quarterback and Quinn was your typical cocky athlete that thought she was better than anyone and everyone. The only not so typical thing between them was the fact that Quinn had gotten Rachel pregnant, and Quinn was a girl.

They vowed to never speak to each other as long as they lived, but that plan went to shit when Rachel found out she was pregnant. She wasn't so much bothered by the fact that she had cheated on her boyfriend with a girl and said girl had gotten her pregnant. She was more appalled that she, Rachel Berry, future Broadway superstar, future winner of multiple Oscars, was pregnant by Quinn Fabray at the tender age of sixteen.

Of course Quinn made her get a DNA test because she was positive Rachel was trying to ruin her career, and she was shocked when those results came out positive. Even after that she still denied it, decided to lock herself in the school gym and try to shoot herself out of her situation. But after multiple slaps in the face from the likes of her sister, Rachel, and Santana just for the hell of it had brought her to her senses.

She was having a baby, at sixteen, with Rachel Berry.

Nine months of pure hell from Rachel and juggling her basketball activities had done a number on the blonde and she was thankful when Dylan Berry-Fabray was born.

With her golden brown hair and bright hazel eyes one would have to be blind, stupid, or Finn to deny that that baby was Quinn's. She certainly had Rachel's perfect dimpled smile and wavy hair, but she did resemble Quinn more. Their families had thought the birth of their child would eventually squash the beef between them, but here they are four months later with no changes whatsoever.

Rachel glanced at Quinn, who was pulling on her basketball gear. She glanced at the clock.

4:46

At this rate, they'd never make it!

"Just give her to me." A voiced chirped as a beautiful blonde practically jumped down the stairs. Quinn's sister, Brittany greeted them both with a wide smile. She was also a cheerleader; in fact she was co-captain of the Cheerios. She was also dating Quinn's somewhat best friend, resident badass Santana Lopez. She wore really short jean shorts and a sweater with a picture of Bob Marley on the front, most likely Santana's. She gently plucked her niece from Rachel's hands. Almost immediately the baby opened her huge hazel eyes and stopped crying. Rachel sighed in relief as she grabbed her skirt from the ironing board and ran upstairs to get changed.

"Thank you Jesus." Quinn exclaimed.

The other blonde frowned. "No, I'm Brittany."

"Not what I meant. Rachel come on!" Quinn yelled, slinging her Nike sports bag over her shoulder. She had Dylan's bag on her other shoulder. During the game Brittany, Santana, and their older sister Francine, would take care of her. She quickly checked herself in the mirror, making sure she had on all her gear. She had pulled her honey blonde hair into a tight bun that rested at the top of her head. Her red and white McKinley Titans jersey hung loosely off her well-built frame. She had on a red arm sleeve that started on her bicep and ended just above her wrist with matching knee sleeves. Her red elite socks were pulled up to her creamy ankles and red Air Force 1s adorned her small feet.

The number 42 painted on the front and back of her jersey gleamed in the dim lighting of the living room. She certainly looked like the basketball player she was, and she looked damn hot doing it. Brittany wasn't cheering tonight because she had hurt her ankle during one of their Glee performances. She was a bit bummed out, but her girlfriend was taking great care of her and she loved every bit of it.

The stairs creaked again as Rachel ran down the stairs with her hair pulled into a tight bun and her cheerios uniform crisp and ironed to perfection. She tossed her bag to Quinn who reluctantly took it.

"Let's go, time is of the essence!" Rachel snapped at her.

Quinn just rolled her eyes.

Have I got your attention?