Summary: Sequel to Dirty Little Secret

Pairing: strong Rachel/Quinn

Notes: More pain for Quinn.

Warning: (Please see A/N)

Disclaimer: I won nothings but the random rambling of which occur in my brain. Glee and any other copyrighted content used belongs to the respective owners.

The young couple were aware of the stares aimed in their direction but for the most part they were able to ignore them, they were entitled to go grocery shopping with their children on a Saturday and it helped that the Berry men were with them although they'd manage to lose them along the way and had ended up being separated by a couple of aisles.

"Where'd you think they've disappeared too?"

"Knowing my dads they're probably trying to figure out what to cook for our celebratory dinner tonight."

"You know it probably would've been easier if you'd just agreed to letting them take us out to dinner so they could celebrate you getting into NYADA."

"They're celebrating you getting into NYU too," Rachel pointed out, "and I love my dads, I really do, but do you really want to go to Breadstix?"

"I love my mom but somehow I think she'd frown about going there," Quinn chuckled.

"Besides, it'll be nicer to celebrate just the seven of us. It's a shame that Noah is working, it would've been nice to include him."

"It would've, but he's really serious about picking up as many extra shifts as he possibly can."

"Just so long as he doesn't work himself into the ground. I'd hate for him to make himself sick over this."

"He won't, he's a stubborn-"

"Quinn?" a voice interrupted.

Quinn stiffened, she recognised that voice, she hadn't heard it in a long time but she'd be able to recognise it anywhere. She turned, her eyes darting between her past and her future before focusing on Rachel, "Take the girls and go find your dads."

"Quinn, I-"

"Rach, please don't argue. Just take the girls and find your dads."

Rachel worried her bottom lip between her teeth before hesitantly nodding and taking charge of the stroller to head off in search of her parents.

She took a steadying breath before turning to face the man she'd spent so long managing to avoid, "Dad."

"You didn't have to send my granddaughter away."

"She's not your granddaughter," she spat through gritted teeth, "I don't want you anywhere near my children."

"Children? Please don't tell me you were foolish enough to end up pregnant again," it wasn't a question, it was an accusation.

She knew she shouldn't give him any information, she knew that he would twist it and use it against her but she couldn't stop herself, her mouth working faster than her brain, "She's my fiancees."

"Fiance?" his eyes shot to the hands crossed his daughters chest, "I don't see a ring. Let me guess, he can't afford to get you one? What'd he do, propose with a ring pull?"

She clutched at her upper arms, her nails digging into skin through the barrier of her shirt, she wasn't aware of the people that had appeared behind her slightly out of breath, "That's because I asked her."

"Her?!" Russell's face started turning a shade of beetroot. "You are such a disappointment. I raised you to be better and instead you become...this?!" He took a step closer. "You are a waste!" His hand twitched at his side. "You are not fit to wear the name Fabray!"

A large hand rest on her shoulder, "Raise that hand and I will give your life a whole new definition of pain," Leroy snarled.

"Just who the hell do you think you are?!"

"Her Daddy and if you think I'm going to let you continue speaking to Quinn like this you've got another thing coming!"

Quinn looked at the man beside her with surprise, she'd never heard to Leroy refer to himself that way when it came to her.

"You have no right to-"

"No, you have no right! You have no right to cause even more pain after what you put her through! You have no right to speak to her. You don't even have the right to look at her!"

Russell clenched his fists, the knuckles turning white.

"Go on, take a swing. Show the people here what kind of man the great Russell Fabray is," Leroy challenged, it wasn't his first run in with the man and he longed for an excuse to finally be able to punch him.

Rachel put Hiram in charge of the stroller and went to stand beside Quinn, she couldn't take the idea of her fiancee being alone against this monster that was supposed to be her father. Her arm slipped protectively around the blondes waist and tugged her tight against her side.

Russell looked at the people before him with pure disgust and contempt, his clenched fists shaking with rage, his mouth opened and shut as he tried to form words before turning on his heel and storming off, muttering derogatory insults as he went.

"Let's get you girls home," Leroy spoke, forcing himself to calm down instead of lunging after Russell Fabray and beating him to within an inch of his life.

"But," Quinn's brow furrowed, she was trying to catch up with everything that had just happened, "we haven't finished shopping yet."

"Me and Hir will come back later," he squeezed her shoulder, "come on."

"It's ok, beautiful," Rachel spoke softly, "let's go home with our girls, ok?"

Quinn nodded silently and allowed herself to be steered out of the store.

The Berry's had put an extra cot in the nursery, despite having moved back in with her Mom, Quinn spent most of her time at their house and it made sense to them that Beth had a permanent cot as opposed to the portable cot that was in the corner of Rachel's room.

Rachel finished tucking Charlie in and turned round to find Beth standing, her tiny hands clutching the railing, "You're supposed to be having a nap." She sighed, it was obvious that the not quite a toddler wasn't tired, "Ok, angel face," she hoisted Beth up and balanced her on her hip, "let's go see Mama, she needs lots of love right now."

Quinn sat in the chair by the window, legs drawn to her chest, arms wrapped around them, tears staining her cheeks. She'd lost count of the number of times she'd sat this way over Rachel, she'd never thought she'd be in this position over her father of all people.

"Hey," Rachel called softly, the last time she'd seen her counterpart hurting so much was when she'd revealed that Puck was Beth's father, "someone wants to give you a cuddle."

She unfurled from her position and wiped her face with the cuff of her sleeve, angry at herself for crying, she'd shed far too many tears when it came to her father as far as she was concerned and he certainly didn't deserve the tears that were falling now.

"Go to Mama, baby," she handed Beth to Quinn.

She pulled her child close to her chest, her hand instinctively going between tiny shoulder blades. Even with Russell's words ringing in her ears, she knew that he'd never be able to take this away.

"You ok? Stupid question, I know..."

She shook her head and quietly voiced her fears, "What if he's right? What if I am a waste?"

"Quinn..." Rachel knelt beside the chair and reached for the blondes free hand, "you could never be a waste or a disappointment. I don't care what he says, it's not physically possible for you to be either of those things."

"I just..." she found comfort in her daughter resting into the crook of her neck, "I'm never going to be good enough."

In that moment she knew, she finally understood why her fiancee was always saying that she deserved better. "Quinn, listen to me. You are more than good enough. You are the most amazing person I know. You're compassionate and selfless, you fight for what you believe in, you give so much love, you're ridiculously smart, you have so much strength, you fearlessly protect the ones that you care about. You are raising two beautiful little girls, without trying to turn them into Stepford children despite your own upbringing. You weren't shown the life you give them but you give it to them anyway. Beth and Charlie are so very blessed to have you as their Mama. You're always saying that I deserve more and that's not true, I am the luckiest person in the world because you love me and want to love me for the rest of our lives. You've had so much going against you, you've had people like your father and Finn telling you that you're not enough for one reason or another, you've dealt with people judging you over something they have no understanding of, you've bounced from home to home, you had to face something terrifying without any real support to begin with, you've dealt with all of this and so much more and yet you still got into NYU, that's a good school, Quinn. You did all of that regardless of what your father says or thinks of you. There aren't enough words to even begin to describe all of the things I know that you are, I don't even think there are words appropriate for what you truly are."

Quinn let out a weak, watery laugh, "Has anyone ever told you that you talk a lot?"

"You have spent so long trying to be perfect," she squeezed her fiancees hand. "You said you see me for what I am, but I don't think you realise that I see you for what you are. You'll always be the prettiest girl in school to some people and I'm in no way refuting that but that's not what you are. You are perfectly imperfect and that is what makes you so astounding."

"You really need to be kissing me right now."

Rachel rolled her eyes as she stood up and pressed a tender kiss to Quinn's lips.

"I think you might be perfect," the blonde muttered against the soft lips against her own.

"There's no such thing," she pecked at Quinn's lips, conscious of Beth being so close, "that's kind of the point."

Author's note: So this may get a little long. First off I wanna apologise for saying I was going to post and then disappearing off the face of the earth. My mental health took a nose dive and every time I thought about signing in to post I was filled with urge to just delete my page altogether and I figured that probably wasn't a good idea so I've been avoiding it. I will be seeing my CPN soon and hopefully she'll tweak my meds and I'll get back on track. That said, I am also experiencing problems with my eyes again and it's making writing incredibly difficult for me right now and I'm back to heavily relying on touch typing and autocorrect. I'm not seeing the hospital for another month though so it could mean that there won't be any updates until I've got my eyes sorted. I'm really sorry about this guys. I know Iw as gone for ages and then I came back but it looks like I may be gone for a little while again. I will try and get back as soon as I can. I have other chapters written but I don't think it's a good idea to be posting them just yet. So yeah there's that. As for the story itself, I promise this chapter isn't my attempt of having Quinn open up to Rachel ro whatever to restore balance, far from it, that comes later, I'm not done breaking Quinn yet haha