The Parent Trap, 7/?

[irisayame]

Title: The Parent Trap (7/?)
Author: IrisAyame
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG-13
Length: 2281 for this chapter, 14409 total
Spoilers: Quinn's eggo
Disclaimer:  I don't own Glee.
Summary: AU. Based on glee_fluff_meme prompt. Prompt was: Rachel and Quinn get married. Instead of Quinn having one kid, she has twins, because, duh, that's like the whole point of the story :) They get divorced, quinn takes one daughter and rachel takes the other. They agree to not tell the girls about each other. Rachel lives in New York and Quinn lives in Lima. Their daughters end up meeting at summer camp and plan to get faberry back together. 
Author's Note: The great dinner tonight! Prepare for disaster!

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Allie swallowed audibly and visibly. She was in way over her head. She was backstage at one of the biggest shows on Broadway right now, while her Other Mother was a few minutes away from going into hair and make-up, so that she could get a green skin and look like the Wicked Witch of the West, while Allie was supposed to be her own twin. Had she expected this, walking through the gates of Camp Sunshine? Not so much.

"Alright, Susie Q, I got you your usual seat, front row, down in the middle. Best places in the house, you can probably feel the sweat dripping on you. I am aware that it is not exactly hygienic, but you must admit that it does have it's charms."
"I love it. Thanks, mom!"
Mom. It felt strange to her mouth, but was getting more familiar every time she said it to the chestnut haired woman that she looked absolutely nothing alike.
She got to her seat, but minutes before the show would start, she felt her cellphone buzz.

Susie: Allie! Mom caved! She talked about our dad last night! And even about mom!

Allie quickly sent a text back.

Allie: Ok, I totally hate you right now. I've been waiting and begging 14 years for that talk and you're the one who gets it. What did she say?

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Susie: It's to much. Can you come online?

Allie: No. @ the show.

Susie: Front row? I hope you brought your poncho. You can actually feel the sweat dripping on you. It's quite charming. Sing softly along with Loathing for me, please? Come online after.

Allie shook her head. It was the max. amount of characters that you could use in one text.
"Ladies and gentlemen, would you please be so kind to turn off your cellphones?" It sounded through the theater.

Allie: Ok. And I will. Talk 2 u tonight.

The show was way cooler from the front row than the so-called "back seat". Yeah, the sweating thing was kinda gross, but though she wouldn't admit it, it really was kind of charming. The dazzling Broadway experience took her mind of a piece of information that she had always wondered about, but the second the curtain went down, she almost dragged her mother home, saying she was tired. At home, she pulled her laptop on her lap.

Susie Q: What took you so long!?
A-Fabray: You should know. The show is pretty lengthy. Do you think we should have switched accounts, too?
Susie Q: No way! This way, we can still talk to our own friends!
A-Fabray: But if someone wants to talk to me about something that happened at school today...
Susie Q: Well, then I hope your improvisation skills are as good as mine.
A-Fabray: No more wasting of time. What about our dad? What about mom and mom?
Susie Q: OK. So, cliff-notes version. Mom slept with her boyfriend's best friend in High School and got pregnant with us. When our grandparents found out, they kicked her out. When her boyfriend found out about the paternity, HE kicked her out. Then she stayed with Rachel and they fell in love but grew apart later.
A-Fabray: Name?
Susie Q: Our father's name is Noah.

Noah. Did she know anybody named Noah in Lima?
She searched her mind, but it came up blank. At least she knew that it wasn't the McKinley High English teacher, because people always called him Puck. She had suspected him for a long time, because she saw similarities in bone structure and eye color. Maybe he moved after High School.

Susie Q: You still there?
A-Fabray: Yes. How is it going with you further?
Susie Q: Great! I'm perfectly in sync with my character. No way that mom has noticed anything! And your aunts are coming to dinner tomorrow.

Allie couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in disbelief. No way that Susie had figured it out that easily. Brittany and Santana were coming for dinner? Damn. She had hoped Susie would get a little more time to adjust before having the full force of her Aunt Brittany and Aunt Santana unleashed on her. Well, jump in the deep then.

A-Fabray: That's... lovely. They're really nice.
Susie Q: I know. You said so. How is it there?
A-Fabray: Momma Rachel is WAY cool. And so is Wicked from the front row :)
Susie Q: Wicked from ANY row. And yeah. Mommy Quinn is also really great.
A-Fabray: I know.
Susie Q: I gotta go! Mom is coming to kiss me goodnight!
A-Fabray: Ok. Goodnight.
Susie Q: Thanks. You too!

Susie was searching through all the inhabitants of Lima whose names began with an N when she heard the doorbell ring.
"Allie! Come down here, stat! Your aunts are here!"
"Here goes nothing," Susie muttered softly to herself, before closing her laptop and heading down the stairs.

"Allie! You're so pretty! And you have grown! You're almost as tall as me!"
Blonde. That must be Brittany.

"Thank you, aunt Brittany, but I honestly do not see me growing so much anymore! Did you know that most girls stop growing even before their 16th birthday, because their puberty starts earlier then boys'? My growing spurt commenced around my 12th already, so I am bound to stop within a short length of time, and thus I won't grow nearly as tall as you, but I'll be 2 inches shorter until you start shrinking."

Santana raised her eyebrows and her eyes sought out Quinn. Her usual pale skin was so white that it was scary, and though she tried, she couldn't bring Quinn's eyes to connect with hers.
"I won't shrink," Brittany said in a confident voice. "And even if I will, I'll still be taller than you!"
Susie opened her mouth to comment, then closed it to think about what she was actually about to say, and then said:
"Actually, you are probably right. Even though I am slightly taller than most girls my age, I'm positive that your outrageous length well keep you protected from me outgrowing you."
Brittany nodded. "Good. Now, go say hi to your aunt Santana!"
Santana quickly put on a wide smile as she closed her arms around the blonde, who was almost exactly as tall as her.
"Hi, Allie! It's good to see you again. Maybe you haven't really grown, but you sure have changed!" Santana laughed, but the joke was lost on Susie.
"Oh no, no, nothing like that. I am aware that I may seem different, but I can assure you that I am still the exact same girl as before the vacation!"
"Oh, you're aware of that, aren't you?" Santana commented.
The panic attack was quickly building within Susie. They hadn't even been in here for 5 minutes and she was already messing up. Allie should have warned her that those aunts were so inconveniently astute!
"Yeah."
"Alright then, let's go sit down, I'll get you a drink," Quinn said, finally finding her voice again.

Santana went on with discretely trying to probe a reaction out of "Allie's" changed self, but Susie tried to keep as quiet as she could. She figured that if she just didn't talk so much, she couldn't say wrong things. Of course, talking was like a second nature to her, and when she did answer to that specific nature, her astounding eloquence seemed almost too much for Brittany at times.

"So it was in fact so that the hygiene in our Cabin wasn't nearly as bad as in the others. Believe me, I have checked it out, but those other Cabins were so incredibly filthy that I could only be relieved that, though it certainly did lack in neatness on certain parts, we had a relatively clean Cabin. I cannot believe that other people were comfortable in such a breeding place of bacteria and other more mysterious affairs!"
"Well, that's really great, sweetie. I'm glad that it was okay with you guys," Brittany offered.

Quinn stood up suddenly, like she just couldn't contain herself anymore.
"I'm gonna check on the food."
Santana rose directly after that.
"I'll see if I can help her," she said to Brittany.
Brittany smiled and nodded, before saying:
"Check on her, she didn't seem all okay to me."
"I will," Santana replied with a smile before walking gracefully out of the room.
Brittany turned to Susie, who was having nervous butterflies fluttering in her stomach, but Brittany smiled widely at her and said:
"You know Allie, you do seem changed! You remind me of a girl your mom, Santana and I went to High School with!"
Susie smiled, but the smile was a little bit evil. Not that Brittany noticed that.
"Oh really? Tell me all about her!"

Hesitantly, Santana hovered in the doorway. Quinn was leaning over the sink, eerily quiet, back turned to Santana. She walked towards Quinn and put a hand on her back.
"Are you okay? You look like you're going to be sick. Or faint."
Quinn looked up at her, tears standing in hazel eyes.
"No, not really. I'm not so okay."
"I figured."
A silence fell while Quinn did an attempt to recollect herself.
"I just don't get it," Quinn whispered, and continued:
"How could she just change like that? When she went on that camp she wasn't like this, and I don't understand how she could have picked up on this behavior! I mean, they don't even know each other, but she's just so much like her... it hurts to look at her. Since she came back, I look at her, and see me and Noah in the looks but her in the expression, and when she opens her mouth it's just painful to listen to. I mean, what is it?"
Quinn was crying again, but went on anyway, voice cracking while spilling her burden on Santana.
"I just don't get it! I mean, you can be honest with me, is it really just me? Maybe I'm just so pathetic that I see her everywhere and Allie only picked up on a couple of new words and I get all freaked out over this. It's stupid. She's my daughter, why does she act like her!?"
"Well, this much I can tell you. It's not you. It's her. I mean, somehow went to camp as Allie and came back as a blonde mini-Rachel."
Quinn winced at the name, but well, there were so many reminders of Rachel already, that one more didn't really matter.
"Do you think it will go away? Oh God, I want my daughter to change back! Does that make me a bad mom?"
"STOP questioning yourself! You've done a great job with Allie. Promise. You're a great mom, but you're also human. It's fine, I promise."
"Is it? I think I might lose my mind if I get an even higher dose of Rachel Berry in my house."
It was the first time she had said Rachel's name in 10 years, and Santana definitely noticed but didn't comment.
"I promise it's going to be alright. Just... embrace it. She's your daughter. You love her. Next week her High School is gonna start, and she might need you more than ever when that happens. There's so much to protect her from there."
"I can't protect her from herself," Quinn muttered.
Another silence fell, and when Quinn stopped shaking, Santana gave her a hug and kissed her cheek.
"Okay. I can handle it now. Thanks. You can go back to Brit and Allie."

Santana nodded, squeezed Quinn's hand encouragingly and stepped back into the room, to hear Brittany talking to Allie.
"...And she was definitely the most talented person in Glee! She was so good! I mean, she was annoying as hell back then, and I already told you about her style, but she sure could sing. It was a little bit pathetic when she had a crush on the quarterback, but when she came around she became a little more normal. At least she stopped dressing like a freak when your aunt and I took her shopping once for normal clothes. Bye bye argyle after that! Though she probably saved it all in some bag in the back of her closet somewhere."
Allie nodded enthusiastically.
"She sure does!"
"What?" Brittany asked.
"Well, judging by how you're telling this story about her, she comes off like the type who is so attached to her High School memories that she wouldn't dare to throw away the argyle that shaped her."
Susie smiled at her smart improvisation, and was at the same time very thankful for the fact that Brittany did not seem like the brightest light in the harbor, but very honest and very enthusiastic to make up for it. Exactly the kind of source she was in need of.
"Who are you talking about?" Santana asked, taking her seat again.
"I said argyle. Take a guess." Brittany laughed, and Santana said with a wry smile:
"Rachel Berry. Of course. Who else?"
Susie was smiling widely at the High School stories that her mother had kept from her, but when her eyes met Santana's, her smile froze in place. Something in the Latina's eyes made her think that she knew something was up. And if she knew, Quinn probably knew.
"And the PANT SUIT!" Brittany cried out. "Oh wow, have I told you about the pant suit yet?"
"She wore a pant suit to school!?" Susie asked, attention diverted once again.
Susie thought that Brittany was perhaps easy to fool. But Susie's attention was just as easily diverted.

Part 8!