Ordinary Girl: Chapter 32 - Time for real life

QUINN'S POV:

I'm not like Rachel. In fact, we're really complete opposites. Rachel is driven and passionate. She's always known what to do with her life. But me? I haven't the slightest clue. I want to believe that I could do anything my heart desires but then reality sets in and I've got a family to take care of and bills to pay. I know me and Rachel are equals, I know that we're in life's journey together but I'm not about to let her get a job just because I don't know what I want to do with my life.

Being a Fabray is a responsibility. We're strong. If all that's true then why do I feel like I'm two steps away from falling apart? The real world is literally knocking at my door and I can't ignore it. I'm just not sure if I'm ready to face it just yet. I'm suppose to be ready though. I'm no longer in high school and I'm bitching about life being too much for me?

God I'm such a puss.

Frustration over taking me I close the lap top, put my face in my hands on the table and groan. It's been two weeks and I haven't found one job I would actually enjoy doing. Michael told me that he gave my name to a few of his friends down here and I've gotten a few interviews. I'm just not sure if I'd want them. Don't get me wrong, if I'm offered a job I'll take it for the sake of my family. Rachel though, she said something to me that made me think.

We were eating ice cream, her's vegan, with Gabe the other day and she talked about job hunting. She told me that she wanted me to find a job that made me feel passion, like singing and acting does with her. I brushed it off, telling her that I didn't need that and that not all people live their lives doing a job they love and they're still happy. Of course she wouldn't be Rachel if she didn't pout and go on about how I deserved to do something I loved.

I acted like it wasn't something I craved but after working at Breadstix for a long time and dealing with shitty tippers and picky customers maybe I do want a job that I'd actually enjoy.

When I lift my head up- "Ah!" I shriek and jump back as Rachel smiles at me, standing at the other end of the table.

She giggles, grabbing the computer. "Jumpy there, baby? You done with this?"

I release the tight grip on my heart that I had from earlier and nod my head. "Mhm."

Her eyebrows knit together in confusion as she walks around the table to sit in my unoccupied lap. "You got your thinking face on." She informs me as she wraps her arm around my neck. I wrap mine around her waste, taking in the scent of her freshly washed hair. She just took a shower. "Kiss for your thoughts?"

Rachel doesn't give me time to answer when she leans down to peck my lips softly. Licking my lips I say, "It's nothing interesting."

"Bore me then." She says.

I groan. "Stubborn ass." I pinch her ass playfully and she swats my shoulder.

Her brown eyes bore into mine. "Tell me what you're thinking about."

"Jobs." I answer simply. "Is Gabe down for a nap?"

She nods. "What about them?"

Shrugging, I break eye contact. I don't want her to see the vulnerability in my eyes. "I just don't know what I want to do with my life. As a career I mean."

Those brown doe eyes show so much understanding in them when she forces my chin up with her fingertips. "That's okay." Her tiny hand gently stroke my jaw line.

I grip her wrist out of instinct and force it to my lap, giving her a serious look. "Maybe for teenagers without a family to support. Not for me though."

"Quinn," She starts. "you put too much pressure on yourself. You'll figure out with time, babe."

"I don't have time, Rach!" I remind her. "There's a little boy in that room" I point to the hallway. "who's growing up every single day. I don't want him to be six and me just then be figuring out my life."

My wife's eyes searches mine for a long moment. "You'll figure everything about before then."

I shake my head. "You don't know that though."

"I do though." She says sternly. "Because you're Quinn Fabray. You could do anything you want. Take some career aptitude tests. Google some careers you might be interested in. Just look into different options. You'll figure it all out. All of it." I open my mouth to say something but then she grips my face and looks right into my soul it feels like. "I believe in you, Quinn. You're my wife. You're my forever and I believe you'll figure it out."

With a hard swallow I look away before looking back at her innocent, loving eyes. "Maybe I should just become a realtor."

Rachel rolls her eyes. "Baby, quit! Believe in yourself like I believe in you." She pouts then pauses. "Like Gabe believes in you."

And just like that I know I've got to follow my dream, even if I'm not sure what it is. I owe it to myself, my wife and my son.

RACHEL'S POV:

"Well she better figure it out quick. I hate to break it to you, diva but you can't survive on love alone." Kurt tells me as me, him, and Gabriel shop at our local super market. Yes, Kurt and me and friends again. We both apologized to one another and buried the hatchet. I just informed him of my prior conversation with Quinn about her career path options.

Shrugging I grab a few boxes of Mac & Cheese since it's on sale. "I never said we could. I just simply said that I want her to do something she'd love. It hurts me to think that she could be spending the rest of her life doing some mundane job that she loathes when she's giving me the chance to chase after my biggest dream. It seems so..." I trail off not knowing the right word.

Kurt does though as he gently says, "Unfair?"

I simply nod. "Yes." I look down at my son in the basket who's playing with his toy trucks. "I don't regret anything in my life, I really don't but I can't help but feel as if it's a tad unfair. I mean, Quinn has given up literally everything in order to make me give up as little as possible. I feel... guilty. She's had to get her GED, she's had to get a job, she's had to pay bills, she's had to do everything and what have I done in return? Nothing."

My best friend walks along side me as we go into the bathroom material isle. "All of those were her decisions though, Rachel." He reminds me. "Let us not forget that she's the one that got you pregnant in the first place."

"After I basically forced myself on her!" I laugh lightly at the memory of me basically forcing her pants down and her cock into my mouth. "Rather or not she got me pregnant, I was a willing participant. And now, after everything she's done- every crappy tip and uptight customer at Breadstix- she deserves to have a job she likes. I want my wife happy. That's all."

He nods in understanding as place some toilet paper in the cart. "Yeah but at the same time you two have Gabriel and unlike most high school kids trying to figure out their futures you two have bills to pay and things to buy. One of you has to be the stable one, for his sake." He points to my son, who's busy sucking on that damn pacifier I can't get him off of.

Maybe Kurt is right. Maybe the advice I gave Quinn earlier was just me being unrealistic. Maybe we both can't follow our dreams. I know what I've got to do. I can't let Quinn make another sacrifice for me. I won't let her.

After I get home and unpack all of the groceries and put Gabe down for his nap I wait patiently for my wife to get off work. I've been job hunting for the past hour or so, even applied for some online. I'm feeling quite proud of myself. I almost feel like an adult.

Just as I'm praising myself for being so utterly amazing I hear the front door open. No doubt it's Quinn because Noah works until nearly midnight tonight. "Is that you, baby?" I ask from the couch as I close the laptop.

She doesn't respond until she's walking into the living room towards me, a half grin plastered on her face. "Expecting someone else?"

I shake my head, stretch myself over the couch so I'm laying down on my back, head slightly slanted up by the arm of the couch. "Never." I motion for my wife to come into my arms and she does, kicking off her shoes before she lays her body fully on top of mine, her head coming to rest on my chest. I softly run my hands through her choppy blonde locks. "How was work?"

A groan is released against my chest as she grumbles. "Painful. I could use a foot massage." She lifts her head up to look at me hopefully.

Why not? "Wash your feet first and you've got yourself a deal."

Her beautiful full smile appears as she climbs off me. "I'll go shower real quick. Don't you move." She demands and scampers to go our bathroom. I sit up as I wait for her.

Ten minutes later she's back dressed in a black white beater and grey sleep shorts with socks on. She hands me the lotion and puts her feet in my lap, smiling happily. "Lotion?" I questions.

She nods as I rip her socks off. "I don't get these often so I wanted to go all out."

I laugh and squirt some lotion on my hands before I start to massage her feet. A low moan escapes her. "Feel good?"

"God yes." She laughs softly, groaning when I massage harder. "What'd you and Gabe do today?"

"Grocery shopping." I inform her. "Nothing special but I was talking to Kurt earlier and, well I think that I should get a job."

The blonde laughs again, only this time it's at my proposal. "Good one."

I'm offended she thinks I'm joking. "I'm serious."

She shakes her head. "You can't. You've got school."

"You had school and you still had a job."

There's a moment of silence and she just look at me. "That's different." She dismisses it.

I pause. "How?"

"Because that was me, Rach." She says and looks at me. "Why do you suddenly want a job? What did Kurt say to you?"

A sigh escapes me. "Nothing. I just think that it's time I carry my own weight around here. You do everything."

She scoffs. "I hardly do anything! If anybody needs to start carrying their own weight around here it's me."

My eyebrows furrow. How in the world does she think that she's the slacker? "Quinn, you're the one with the job."

"And the one who's not in school." She motions with her hands for me to not say anything. "You're not getting a job. Conversation over."

I continue to massage her feet but that doesn't mean I'm happy with her. "Why don't you want me to get a job?" I question her after a few moments of silence.

Her green hazel eyes flash with something. Guilt maybe? She takes a deep sigh before speaking. "Because I've made you give up enough already. School is already hard enough for you as it is and you remember how much I was gone with work and school. I barely had time for anything else. You need to focus on school and your career, baby." Her voice is so soft and gentle it's hard to argue with. "Let me handle everything else."

"No." I say softly. "That would be unfair of me."

"Not if I tell you that it's not." She informs me. "Rachel, please just drop the whole job thing? I like taking care of you and Gabriel. That's what makes me happy so just let me do it."

We're both quiet for a few minutes as I switch feet, massaging the one with a small freckle on it. Then I remember something she said earlier. "You didn't make me give up anything, you know."

Her eyes are still closed when she answers me, having closed when silence took over us. "I didn't make you but you still gave up a lot for this."

"You did too." I remind her. "You're just more humble about it."

She doesn't respond but I don't expect her to. A few more minutes pass by until she speaks up. "I want to be an actress." When my eyes snap up to her in surprise, she's looking at me shyly. "I probably don't have much a shot but that's what I want. I don't need college for it, which is good because we don't need to be paying off student loans for the rest of our lives. Once we make it New York I'm going to start that career. Until then I'll be finding another job with better pay and more benefits. You focus on graduating and let me worry about money." She grins suddenly. "There will be plenty of time for me to mooch off of you once you're rich and famous."

I giggle at her and then stop massaging her feet. "All done. Your turn!" I hand her the lotion and then adjust myself so my feet are on her lap.

She groans but squirts some lotion onto her hands and starts massaging my feet. "You know how our relationship was in the beginning?" My wife questions me.

A smile spreads over my face at the thought. "Yeah. It was all sex, sickeningly sweet talk, and sex." She nods in agreement. "Why?"

"My mom always told me that things would be different after a while, the love would soft of... not fade but kind of dim. Like it wouldn't be as consuming or-"

I cut her off. "Are you saying that our love is dim now?" I ask, anger boiling up inside me because that is not at all how I feel about our relationship.

Her gentle laugh confuses me. "That's not at all what I'm saying. I'm saying the opposite." She pauses to get back on her previous mind track. "When my mom told me that I just kind of shrugged it off but I was thinking in my head that she was wrong, that we were different but I thought it was foolish of me to think that." I smile softly. Quinn is my little hopeless romantic. "And all this time I've been waiting for our love to quiet down and not be so consuming and it hasn't. Don't get me wrong, it has changed. I love you differently than I did a year ago but even though it's changed it hasn't stopped being so consuming."

"What's the point of you telling me this, baby?" I question quietly, a small grin still present on my face.

Quinn continues to massage my feet as she speaks. "I'm telling you this because as naive as it sounds I don't think it will ever change. I think we're a one in a million relationship. I don't think that our love will ever stop consuming me and-"

I couldn't handle it anymore. Her words, they were so beautiful and sweet and yes maybe these thoughts were naive but none of that matters. Like she said, we're one in a million. I lunge forward and pull her into a searing kiss. So much passion flows through us. I pity anyone who will never experience this.

When I pull away, I give her eskimo kisses and whisper, "I'm so in love with you."

She just grins and cups my cheek to bring me into another kiss.

Real life is slowly creeping up on us but as long as I have this woman beside me I know that we'll survive anything.

Kind of a fluffy chapter, I know!

Next one is kinda the same way but with more smut.

I know it's been a long time between my updates but life has just gotten hold of me. Plus, there was this thing on FanFiction about stories with smut in them being deleted so I was on high alert for a few weeks. Hah.

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