Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who read the last chapter. Hope you all like this one!

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Chapter 14: Everything is Okay

August 13, 2017

After a long day at the Spotlight Diner, Rachel was relieved to be heading back to the apartment. It was exhausting to be a singing waitress. The difficult part wasn't singing. She could do that part in her sleep. What was draining was dealing with the rude and entitled customers. Like today, a patron complained to her that the diner's tomato soup had too much of a strong tomato flavor. That was the point of tomato soup! If he didn't want a soup with a strong tomato flavor, then he should have ordered something else. Rachel didn't tell the customer that. Instead, she very politely informed him that she will let the chef know. The worst part was that he didn't even leave a tip! She couldn't wait until she leaves this job.

Rachel arrived at the lobby of Quinn's apartment. She has been living with Quinn for a couple of weeks now, but the brunette still found it a little weird to call it "her apartment." It just didn't feel like home yet. For one thing, all her stuff was still in Kurt's apartment. The only thing she had in Quinn's apartment was a drawer for some of her clothes. The rest of her clothes were in a suitcase. Maybe she can talk to Quinn making more space for her things?

"Good evening, Mrs. Johnson," Rachel greeted her neighbor. "Are you heading out?"

"Hello, Rachel," Mrs. Johnson returned the greeting. "Yes, I am. I'm meeting my granddaughter for dinner tonight. We are meeting at my favorite restaurant in Queens."

"That sounds lovely. Do you need help hailing a cab?"

Mrs. Johnson smiled warmly at Rachel. "Thank you, dear, but I can still manage. After all, I was born and raised in Queens."

Rachel smiled back at her elderly neighbor. Mrs. Johnson was proud to be from Queens. She still recalled the time when Mrs. Johnson told her about the 1969 Miracle Mets. Rachel wasn't a huge sports fan, so she didn't comprehend anything. She didn't have the heart to tell Mrs. Johnson because she looked so happy talking about the Mets.

"Have a wonderful evening, Mrs. Johnson!"

"You too, Rachel. And please give my regards to Quinn."

"I will."

Mrs. Johnson left. Rachel pressed the elevator button and entered the elevator. She pressed the button for Quinn's floor.

After a few moments, the elevator doors opened. Rachel exited and made her way towards to Quinn's apartment. She noticed the lights were on. She figured that Quinn must be home from work. She rummaged through her purse, looking for her keys. Once she found them, she unlocked the door.

"Hey, Quinn," Rachel announced as she walked into the apartment. "Have you eaten dinner yet? If not I want to order⎼" She never finished her sentence. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw who was sitting with Quinn on the couch. "Dads," she managed to choke out. She could feel her eyes fill up with tears. "What are you doing here?"

One Hour Ago, August 17, 2017

It was getting close to dinner time, and Quinn was looking through the fridge to see what she could scrap up for dinner. The blonde scrunched her face at the sight. The fridge was practically empty. There was a half-full gallon of milk. A take out box from two nights ago. She looked inside vegetable the bin, and found one carrot, a clove of garlic, and two onions.

Well, she wasn't cooking tonight. She'd have to order in. She closed the door to the fridge. What should she order for tonight? They just had Thai food two nights ago, so that wasn't an option. Chinese? Japanese? She should ask Rachel if she had any preferences.

She was reached for her phone to text Rachel, but she suddenly heard a knock on the door. Quinn put her phone down and approached the door. She opened it and found two middle-aged men at her doorstep.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Yes," one of the men responded. "We're here to see our daughter, Rachel Berry. You must be Quinn."

"Yes, I am. You two must be Rachel's fathers."

"Yes, we are. I'm Leroy and this is Hiram," Leroy introduced themselves to the blonde. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise, Leroy. Um, would you two like to come in? Rachel should be back from the Spotlight Diner anytime soon. You two can wait inside for her if you like," Quinn offered. She wasn't a fan of unannounced visits, but she made an exception today.

"Yes, we would appreciate that," Leroy replied. "Don't we, Hiram?"

"Yes, we do."

The young reporter gestured for the two men to enter the apartment. "Please come in." Leroy and Hiram walked inside the apartment, and Quinn closed the door. "Would you like something to drink? Water? Coffee? Tea?"

"Water would be nice," Leroy said.

"Hiram, would you like anything?" Quinn asked.

"I'm fine, but thank you."

"Okay, please feel free to sit down."

"Thank you, Quinn." Leroy grabbed Hiram's hand and led him towards the couch. The two sat quietly sat down. Just two days ago, they sat in the same exact spot when their daughter told them she was married. Now they were back, hoping to reconcile with their daughter.

The news was heavy to take, especially for Hiram. When Leroy returned to their hotel, he found Hiram crying in the room, wondering where they went wrong. Leroy comforted his husband, assuring him that they did their best in raising Rachel. Like everyone else, she made mistakes.

They were due to leave New York soon. Before they left, Leroy wanted to speak with Rachel one more time. They didn't know when the next time they would see their daughter again, and Leroy didn't want to leave when things were broken. At the same time, he didn't want to force Hiram to talk to Rachel before he was ready to see her again. He needed time.

When Hiram told his husband that he wanted to see Rachel today, Leroy didn't waste any time in getting ready to see his daughter. He was still upset and disappointed that Rachel had been lying to them for weeks about her current situation, but she was his daughter. He wanted nothing more than to hug Rachel and let her know that everything was going to be okay.

"Here you go, Leroy," Quinn said as she handed him a glass of water.

"Thank you," Leroy thanked the blonde. He took a sip of water. Before setting the glass down on the coffee table, Leroy reached for a coaster.

An awkward silence soon filled the room.

Quinn had no idea what she was supposed to do. Was she supposed to sit next to them on the couch and converse with them? She could just treat this situation like an interview. She has interviewed countless of strangers for the New York Daily News, so this shouldn't be too difficult.

"So how is she?" Hiram broke the silence.

The young reporter snapped out of her thoughts. "She's...doing better than she was two days ago," Quinn revealed.

"That's good to hear," Leroy expressed. "Here," Leroy scooted over to make room for Quinn on the couch. "Why don't you sit with us, Quinn?"

"Sure," Quinn shyly smiled. She sat down next to Leroy.

"I didn't want to leave her that day," Leroy lamented. "But I had to make sure my husband was okay. He's a bit rash."

"I'm not rash, Leroy," Hiram disagreed with his husband.

Leroy arched his one of his eyebrows. "Really?" he challenged. "Who wanted to buy a convertible when they turned 40?"

Hiram crossed his arms and pouted. "I knew you would bring that up."

Leroy chuckled and placed his hand on Hiram's arm. "I'm just teasing you, Hiram."

Quinn stifled her laugh at the banter between the two men. She didn't know them, but based on this interaction, she could see that they have a loving relationship. From what she saw right now, they were caring fathers. After all, they were waiting for Rachel to come back from work.

"Just so you guys know, Rachel understands why you guys left that day." She looked the two fathers directly in the eyes. "She feels horrible for lying to you both. I found her crying on the couch when I got home from work."

Hiram released a somber sigh. "I could see it in her eyes that she regrets lying to us. As a father, it just crushed my heart when I found out." His mouth curved into a sad smile. "I never imagined that she would keep something this big from us."

"Hiram," Leroy comforted. "We did our best in raising Rachel."

"I know we did, but it just feels like we failed as parents," Hiram mumbled. When Rachel confessed that she had been lying to them, Hiram was furious. Once his anger passed, a wave of sadness just crashed into him. His daughter had gotten married and lied to them about it. Even though Rachel betrayed their trust, Hiram couldn't stay mad at Rachel forever. She was his baby girl.

"We did not fail," Leroy assured his husband. "We have nurtured and guided Rachel throughout her childhood. She's at the point of her life where she makes her own decisions. Along the way, she's going to make mistakes. All we could do is to be there for her and to remind her that she can come to us for anything."

"I know." Hiram softy smiled. "Our responsibilities as parents didn't end when she turned 18. We're always going to be there for her."

Quinn stared at the two fathers with admiration. She could see how much they loved Rachel. Even though Rachel deeply hurt them, they were willing to work things out as a family. Her own father would never show this much compassion.

"Rachel is lucky," Quinn expressed. "This is the first time I met you both, but I can already see how much you deeply love her. After everything that has happened, you two are here to fix things with Rachel. Not every parent is like you two."

Leroy turned his attention to Quinn. His fatherly instinct was telling him that there was a hidden meaning behind the blonde's words, but it wasn't his place to pry.

"Dads," a familiar voice choked out. They all turned their heads and saw Rachel's tear-filled eyes staring intently at them. "What are you doing here?"

Present Time, August 17, 2017

Quinn rushed to her feet before Hiram and Leroy answered Rachel's question. "I drank a venti iced coffee earlier. I need to use the bathroom," she excused herself.

"Quinn," Leroy protested. "You don't have to leave."

"No, it's fine," she reassured him. She gave Rachel a warm gaze before entering the bathroom. She hoped that they worked things out. She knew how much Rachel loved her dads. Now, she witnessed how much her dads loved Rachel. They needed to talk things out, but they wouldn't be able to do that with Quinn in the same room as them. With the lack of a bedroom in her studio apartment, the bathroom was the only private room in the apartment.

Rachel stared at Quinn's retreating body. She was stunned to see Quinn with her dads this evening. She knew that Quinn didn't like having unannounced guests. Rachel would always give Quinn a heads up whenever Kurt wanted to come over. During the past couple of days, the brunette felt like she was being a burden to Quinn. She already vented to Quinn about her situation with her dads, and two nights ago, she cried on the blonde's shoulder.

"Rachel," Leroy called. Rachel gave her daddy her attention. "Why don't you sit down with your dad and I? We have a lot to talk about."

"Okay, daddy," she mumbled. She nervously sat down next to her dad and started to fidget with her hands. She was happy to see her dads again, but she was worried about what they wanted to talk about. Were they ready to forgive her? Rachel hoped that was the case. She was giving her dads time to process the news about her green card marriage, but not talking to her dads was killing her.

An uncomfortable silence entered the room.

Was Rachel supposed to speak first? What was she going to say? I'm sorry, dads. I know what I did was wrong, but I hope you can forgive me. She already told them that, but would one more time make a difference?

"Rachel," Hiram quietly said.

Her voice wavered, "yes, dad?"

"Your daddy and I are still...taking in your green card marriage," Hiram explained. Rachel nodded her head, a tear rolled down her cheek. "This isn't something you get over in a couple of days."

"I know, dad," Rachel sniffled. "I have said this so many times, but I am so sorry for lying to you and daddy. I'm not going to stop apologizing until you and daddy forgive me. You know how stubborn I am."

Hiram lightly chuckled. Yes, he knew how stubborn Rachel was. He still remembered the time when she convinced them that she needed soundproof walls in her bedroom because the neighbors kept complaining of the noise.

"Your dad and I are still downhearted about everything," Leroy continued. "You broke our trust."

"I know," Rachel wept. "Believe me, dads, I'm going to do everything I can to earn that trust back."

Hiram nodded his head. "Our flight leaves tomorrow night. Your dad and I don't want to leave New York without working things out."

Rachel quickly turned her head and gazed at her dad with teary eyes. "Working things out?" she gasped.

Hiram gave her a half-smile. "We're ready to forgive you."

"You forgive me?" she choked out.

"Yes, but like what you said, you have to earn our trust back," Leroy added.

Rachel could feel her eyes glistening with tears. Her dads were ready to forgive her after everything she did. She was lucky. Not all parents were as forgiving as her dads. "Yes, daddy," cried, "I promise. I'm going to be 100% honest from now on, dads." She wiped the tears from her eyes.

Leroy opened his arms, inviting his daughter for a hug. "Come here, baby girl."

Rachel rushed into her daddy's arms, feeling the warmth of his embrace. A few seconds seconds later, Hiram wrapped his arms around them. Rachel released a content sigh. "I love you, dad and daddy."

"We love you too, baby girl."

After a few minutes, they separated from their embrace of each other. Leroy lifted his right hand and caressed his daughter's face. "We're going to be okay."

And Rachel believed him. They were going to be okay.

"I think we need to tell a certain blonde that she can come out of the bathroom," Hiram whispered.

Rachel giggled. "I'll go get her."

Even though Quinn gave Rachel and her dads privacy to talk things out, she could still hear them talk. Maybe she should have just left the apartment instead of going to the bathroom? That would have been better.

"This isn't something you get over in a couple of days."

Hiram made a valid argument. Rachel did lie to them about a major aspect of her life. She got married for a green card, and kept it a secret for weeks. They needed more than a couple of days to process everything.

"I know, dad. I have said this so many times, but I am so sorry for lying to you and daddy. I'm not going to stop apologizing until you and daddy forgive me. You know how stubborn I am."

Quinn let out a chuckle. That was so true. Rachel was probably the most stubborn person she met. She's still trying to convince the young reporter to try facon.

"Your dad and I are still downhearted about everything. You broke our trust."

Shit.

That didn't sound too good.

"I'm going to do everything I can to earn that trust back."

The blonde had no doubt that Rachel was going to do everything to gain her dads trust again. She loved them so much. They were the two most important people in Rachel's life.

"Our flight leaves tomorrow night. Your dad and I don't want to leave New York without working things out."

Quinn's mouth gaped. They didn't want to leave New York without working things out. Were they ready to forgive Rachel?

"We're ready to forgive you."

Well, there's the answer to my question.

"Yes, but like what you said, you have to earn our trust back."

"Yes, daddy. I promise. I'm going to be 100% honest from now on, dads."

The blonde felt her lips curve into a heartwarming smile. Like what she told Leroy and Hiram, Rachel was lucky. She was fortunate to have such loving parents.

"I love you, dad and daddy."

"We love you too, baby girl."

They were going to be all right.

Quinn leaned on the bathroom door, sighing in relief. The brunette was heartbroken over what happened. She could hear Rachel's muffled cries at night when they were both in bed. She was happy that they were able to work things out.

"Quinn," Rachel called from the other side of the door.

The blonde snapped out of her thoughts. "Yes?"

"You can come out now."

"Okay."

Quinn turned the knob and opened the bathroom door. She was met with Rachel's teary-eyed smile. "Everything okay?"

"Yes."

Quinn raised her hand and placed it on Rachel's shoulders. "Good, I'm glad."

"Well, Quinn," Hiram smiled. "I apologized for bringing in the Berry family drama into your apartment."

"It's fine, Hiram," she returned his smile. "Technically, we're family now," Quinn joked.

"She does have a point," Leroy agreed. "You and Rachel are married, Quinn. It's a marriage of convenience, but you are a part of this family now."

"Since you are practically our daughter-in-law, Leroy and I need to get to know you," Hiram added. "How about we order takeout and have dinner here?"

"That's a terrific idea, Hiram," Leroy said. "Quinn, do you have any dietary restrictions? Are you a vegetarian like Rachel?"

"God no."

Rachel pouted, "being vegetarian has its benefits."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "I know. You already made your argument to me when you moved in."

Leroy chuckled at their interaction. "You two already have the fun banter down. Should we order Indian food? They have a lot of vegetarian options."

"That sounds perfect, daddy!"

During dinner, Hiram and Leroy learned that Quinn graduated a year early from Yale with a degree in English. They teased Rachel that she hit the jackpot because she married an Ivy League alumna. Quinn told them that she fell in love with journalism when she started to write for the Yale Daily News. She was fortunate enough to be offered a job in the New York Daily News.

Leroy and Hiram almost fainted when Quinn told them that she hasn't been to a Broadway show in New York. Now that Quinn was technically part of the Berry family, it was sacrilegious that she hasn't seen a show. The young reporter would like to believe that they were kidding, but she knew firsthand how sacred Broadway was to the Berry family. They made Rachel promise to take Quinn to her first Broadway show. Knowing Rachel, Quinn would probably not get out of it.

After they ate dinner, Hiram and Leroy decided to go home. They knew Quinn had to work early tomorrow, so they didn't want to keep her up. Since Rachel wasn't working tomorrow, they made plans to spend the day together before they had to catch their flight.

Before Hiram and Leroy left the night, they requested if Quinn could walk them out to the elevator. The blonde thought it was an odd request, but she figured that they had something private to say to her.

"Quinn, Leroy and I owe you our thanks."

"For what?"

"You welcomed us to your home even though we were strangers," Hiram clarified. "We asked you to escort us to the elevator because we have something to ask of you." He looked at his husband, urging him to continue.

"You have done a lot for Rachel. You agreed to this plan even though you knew the risks of a green card marriage," Leroy whispered the last part.

"I'm not doing this for free. Rachel is paying me," Quinn informed them.

"We know," Hiram answered. "If she had to do this, we're glad she got married to you." Leroy cleared his throat. "As you know, Rachel is stubborn and headstrong. She will stop at nothing to accomplish her dream of being the next Broadway sensation. She got married for God's sakes!"

"Hiram, keep your voice down," Leroy warned. "Their neighbors might hear."

"Sorry," he apologized to his husband.

"We want to ask you to watch over Rachel," Leroy pleaded. "We don't want her to do anything to jeopardize herself again. She's kind of impulsive." Leroy leaned closer to Quinn. "She gets that from Hiram."

Hiram scowled at his husband. "I heard that." Quinn laughed softly. "Please, just make sure she doesn't do something like this again. We don't want anything horrible to happen to her."

Quinn's heart warmed at their request. She'll say it again. Rachel was lucky to have them in her life. No matter what happened, they are still worried about their daughter's well-being. They were such amazing dads.

"Okay, I can do that."

"What did my dads want?" Rachel asked Quinn when the blonde returned to the apartment.

"Oh, they just thanked me for welcoming them to my apartment." She held out a business card to Rachel. "Your dad also gave me his business card. He wanted me to have it in case I need to get in touch with him."

"That's considerate of dad."

"So, it's getting late. I'm going to get ready for bed." Quinn started to make her way towards the bathroom.

"Quinn?" Rachel mumbled.

Quinn turned around to face Rachel. Before she could respond, Rachel lunged at Quinn and wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist and leaned her head on the blonde's shoulder.

"Thank you for being there for me," Rachel muttered. "I know this wasn't part of the deal when you agreed to marry me, but I'm grateful you were there for me the last couple of days. You didn't have to console me, but you still did, so thank you."

Before Quinn knew it, she slowly returned Rachel's embrace. A feeling of warmth and comfort filled her body. "You don't have to thank me. If the roles were reversed, you would have done the same."

Author's Note: So what do you all think of this chapter? Rachel's dad forgive her for lying to them about her green card marriage. What do you think will happen next? As always, please leave a review/comment and let me know what you all think of this chapter! Till next time!