The Parent Trap (Faberry)

One Last Kiss

Rachel and Quinn stood staring at their best friends in shock. "You're moving to London?" Quinn stuttered, Rachel's hand on the bottom of her back was doing nothing to calm her in the way it usually did. Rachel just stood smiling at her friends reassuringly. "It'll be fine Quinn. We can visit, they can visit. It'll be great for Brit and her career at the dance studios."

Quinn turned and cuddled her face into Rachel's chest hiding her tears from their friends. Santana and Brittany walked across to the two women and they all joined in a hug around Quinn, attempting to comfort the blonde. "Mercedes is still here and you guys need to focus on getting this business up and running", "yeah Q. You guys are going to take the world by storm with your photography and her dress design". The women pulled back from the hug and Quinn looked at Rachel with a watery smile, Rachel nodding in understanding.

"It's just that. Well. We're pregnant."

Vineyard, Napa

Rachel smiled at her daughter across the breakfast bar as she guzzled down the stack of pancakes piled on her plate. "They'll be food there Harm", the eleven year old waved off her mother and continued to eat like a starved animal.

Rachel sighed and admired her daughter's appetite, she knew deep down where she got it from, after all it was the same place she got her blonde hair. Rachel decided to stop those thoughts before it led her down a familiar and sad road, instead opting to enjoy her last moments with her daughter before the girl left for summer camp.

Townhouse, London

Quinn squinted at her iPad and groaned, noticing a partial shadow covering the bottom of the dress in one of Mercedes favourite photos. A gentle tap on her office door turned her frown into a smile and she looked up at the welcome guest. "Morning sunshine. It's a good thing you're getting that rest, I'm sure they'll be many sleepless nights at camp". Her daughter smiled at her from the doorway fiddling with her hands, "I'm nervous mum. What if no one likes me? Or I get picked on for my accent? Why can't I just go to a camp here?"

Quinn gestures for her daughter to walk over to her, the girl does and perches herself on her mother's lap, looking up at her. "Elizabeth. I want you to see the country I grew up, where your aunties grew up. You'll love it. I promise" Quinn brushed some hair from the girls eyes "Well I'm taking my supplies, just incase". Quinn noted the mischievous glint in ocean blue eyes, the same glint that she had once loved in the same blue eyes she would once get lost in.

Cedarcamp, Ohio

Harmony trudged off the camp bus and combed her fingers through her short blonde hair nervously, she knew she should of been paying attention to the voice coming through the megaphone but instead she stood idle, taking in her surroundings. She had visited Ohio with her mother often to see her grandfathers but she had never been out in the sticks before, sure her mother had the vineyard and they explored the beautiful landscapes but this was very much in the middle of nothing.

The girl turned and headed to the other side of the coach, groaning as she watched her duffel being thrown into a pile amongst others, falling straight to the bottom. The voice of the woman through the megaphone mocked her as she pulled helplessly at the bags handles, each pull getting more and more haphazard, "need a hand?" A tall girl obviously a year or two older said standing next to her. "Thank you! That would be great. It's the yellow one" the older girl pulled the bag free effortlessly and passed it to Harmony. "First year?" Harmony just nodded and bit the inside of her cheek nervously, "follow me kid, I'll show you the ropes." The girls linked arms and walked off together, missing the limousine that was pulling up behind them.

Santana left the car first, holding her hand out for the small blonde who hopped out and smiled up at her auntie, too nervous to look around just yet. "Now remember, we're only a phone call away and I have strict instructions from everyone that if you want to come home at any point just say." "Don't put her off San, she'll be fine." Brittany said as she left the car through the other door and looked over the hood at the two. Santana leant down and hugged her niece, "we will be just down the road for the first week so just call if you want to come home." The Latina whispered in her nieces ear and Brittany huffed now standing next to the two, "have a great time mini Q and don't forget about us". The blonde embraced the other, feeling tears beginning to prick at the corner of her eyes. "Okay. Thank you aunties. Love you both and I'll see you soon."

Santana took Brittany's hand as they watched the girl run off, duffel bag in hand with her blonde hair bouncing with each step. "I don't like the familiarity of this San", "I know babe. Me either".

One last kiss on the forehead of Harmony had all Santana had allowed herself. She glanced into the rear view mirror seeing Quinn's mascara running down her cheeks as she hugged the baby car seat. She forced herself to stay strong for the women and also her fiancée in the passenger seat who was sobbing silently. No one ever expected this, no one saw it coming, not even Quinn's closest friends had known how bad things had gotten between the singer and the photographer.

"What if I'm doing the wrong thing San?" Quinn spoke up, her voice cracking and dry. She stared at her nine month old daughter sleeping peacefully before looking to the front for an answer. "Only time will tell but also heal Q. For now let's get you somewhere happier".

Rachel sat, sobbing and staring at her daughter sleeping soundly in her rocker on the living room floor. "We can stay as long as you need Rachel", "yeah, ain't got nowhere to be". Rachel looked up and over at the corner sofa where Puck, Finn and Sam, her band mates sat. "I've lost everything for what? Music? Was any of it ever worth it?"

Finn cleared his throat and looked at his friend who was sat broken on the floor by her daughter. "If you hadn't of chosen your dream you would have ended up resenting one another anyway", "what happens now though Finn? I have no muse, no love, I've lost my daughter". "Only time can tell Rae".