Quartie One-Shots and Teaseres  

Chapter 05: Quinn Visits Mr Schuester

Author’s Notes: The following takes place during a future chapter of Quartie Ever After when Quinn is pregnant with Artie’s baby. Quinn and Artie live in LA, but are visiting Lima when she decided to visit her former teacher and make a request of him. This will make more sense to you if you read that and Quartie Headcannon first. 

Disclaimer: This story takes place 18 years after Beth’s birth, and accepts everything that happened in Glee cannon, even the parts I hated. 

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Quinn entered a place that she hadn’t been in almost ten years, and walked down familiar tiled hallways lined with red lockers, and soaked in the memories. So much of her teenage life had been wrapped up in this place. As she approached the room that she had spent the most time in during her four years there, she heard the faint sound of singing. 

She quietly slipped in and sat in the back corner while the group of students finished their song, a harmonized version of a Top 40 Hit that Quinn had heard a few times. 

Several of the singers noticed her enter, and a couple glanced in her direction, and at her growing belly, making her a tiny bit self conscious. But, to their credit, she didn’t notice any mistakes in their performances. 

 

She subconsciously lay her hand on her stomach protectively for a moment. She supposed things really hadn’t changed that much in the past two decades in her small hometown, as much as she wished they had. 

When they finished, a greying Will Schuester addressed the group from his spot next to the piano, where an also grey haired Brad Ellis played along with the student jazz band. 

“Great job guys!  That will sound great at Nationals in May.” He glanced over at Quinn and smiled. “As you can see we have a guest. My friends, I’d like to introduce you to New Directions Alum, and Hollywood actress Quinn Fabray.” Quinn heard mumbling among the group, clearly some of them had heard of her. “She was a senior the first time the New Directions won at Nationals back in 2012.” This got the attention of most of the remaining students who looked in her direction, including the girl who had sung the solo in the song she’d just heard. 

“Hi everyone,” Quinn said, smiling, “that sounded great! I’m sorry to interrupt your rehearsal-”

“-Nonsense, Quinn,” her former director and teacher said, “I’ve always said that anyone who goes through this club is always welcome back anytime.”

“Thanks Mr. Schue,” she told him. To the rest of the group she added, “Congratulations on winning your regionals! That song was great! I’m sure it will kill at Nationals. It’s great to see that my former teacher has gotten over his habit of choosing performance setlists at the last minute. Hopefully he’s also stopped rapping.”

Most of the group laughed, including Mr. Schue. The bell rang and the students slowly filed out of the room, many of them taking a moment to smile at Quinn who rose to her feet, and walked down to meet her former teacher who embraced her in a hug. 

“It’s great to see you Quinn,” he said. 

“You too,” she told him as they broke the hug. She glanced around the room, her eyes scanning the much fuller than she remembered trophy case, and a group of pictures on the wall from 2009-2012. In particular her eyes paused on the Glee Club photo from her sophomore year when she was pregnant the first time, and one from the senior year when they were celebrating their Nationals win. 

“This room has a lot of great memories,” he said. 

“And some not-so-great ones,” she reminded him. 

“Yeah,” he admitted, “but without the bad you don’t appreciate the good.”

He took a moment, and looked her over head to toe. She was about six or seven months pregnant and she’d allowed her hair to grow out like she had in high school, with a small braid on either side of her face. 

“My God Quinn,” he told her, “You look so great! You’re positively glowing!”

“Thank you,” she responded, a broad smile on her face, “I’m very happy!” She placed her hand on the child growing inside of her belly. “I’m in a lot better place in my life than the last time I looked like this.”

“Yeah,” he said, placing his arm around her shoulder leading her into the office. 

He gestured for her to take a seat, and then took the seat next to her instead of on the other side of the desk. 

“So how have you been doing?” He asked. “Career doing okay?”

“Not as well as I’d like,” she admitted, “but I’m getting along.”

“Well,” he said, reassuring her, “I’m sure things will pick up soon.” 

She plastered on a fake smile, and answered, “I’m sure they will.”

“We got the wedding invitation a few days ago,” he said, changing the subject. “I’m not sure if Emma has mailed the R.S.V.P. yet, but we will be there.”

“I’m glad, Mr. Schue. It will mean a lot to both of us having you there. How are your kids?” She asked. “I hope you’re bringing them with you?”

“Oh course! Can you believe Danny is almost sixteen already?” He marveled. 

“Wow,” Quinn responded, “Pretty soon he’s going to be auditioning for Glee Club himself!”

“Yeah,” her teacher admitted, “and Lucy is almost fifteen now.”

“Wow,” Quinn said. “They grow up so fast! Life’s been so good to you.”

“Yeah it has,” he responded, “to you as well.”

He glanced at the engagement ring on her finger, which she promptly held up and let him get a closer look at. It was a nice, but tastefully sized, diamond stone in a gold setting.

“Sorry about the short notice,” Quinn added, “but Artie and I agreed that we wanted to be married before the baby was born, and as you probably recall, Beth was early.”

“I completely understand. How is Artie?” He asked. “I’m surprised he’s not here with you”

“Visiting his parents,” she told him. “I’m sure he’ll be along to see you soon enough. But I wanted to talk to you about something… alone.”

“What is it?” He asked, intrigued. 

“I was wondering if you could do me a favor?” She asked.

“Anything,” he assured her, “if it’s in my power to grant it. You know that.”

She looked him in the eye and asked, “I-I was wondering if you’d do me the honor of giving me away.” A tear formed in the corner of her eye, which she quickly wiped away. 

He just sat there with his mouth open. He was momentarily speechless.

She rose to her feet and began to pace. 

“As-As you know,” she explained, “my relationship with my parents has been strained ever since I got pregnant with Beth. My mom and I have managed to patch things up over the years, and she’s thrilled for Artie and I. She’s actually always really liked him, unlike most of the other guys I’ve dated. 

“Unfortunately the same can’t be said about my father and I. We are talking again, but he hasn’t exactly been supportive. He won’t even agree that he’s definitely coming to the wedding at all, let alone to give me away. I’m not sure he even deserves that honor anymore anyway. 

“I’ve given it a lot of thought,” she continued. “You’ve been so good to me over the years, and been like a second father and mentor to all of us in the Glee Club. If I can’t have my biological father, there’s no one else I’d rather have give me away than you.

”I completely understand if you think it’s too much to ask-”

He got over his momentary shock, rose to his feet and embraced her in another full body hug. “Of course,” he told her, tears forming in his own eyes, “I’d be honored.”

“Thank you,” she said, with more tears.

He could see how difficult it had been for her to come and ask him this, and just stood there, holding her tight for several more minutes before placing his arm around her shoulder and leading her out into the hall. “Come on,” he told her, “Emma would love to see you.”

“That would be great,” she told him. “I’d love to see her too. I’m anxious to see your kids as well.”

“I’ll talk to Emma,” he told her. “We’ll have you and Artie over for dinner one of these nights.”  He paused before adding, “You and Artie. Somehow I never really saw that coming.”

“We’ve been hearing that a lot,” she said, smiling. “We didn’t either until recently.”

“Does he make you happy?” He asked. 

“Very much so,” she said, grinning from ear to ear. 

“I’m happy for you,” he told her. “I bet there is a story there.”

“A rather long and complicated one,” she responded. “I’ll have to tell it to you some time.”

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Author’s Endnote: So, yeah, I guess there’s a bit of a spoiler there, but the title of the story kinda gave the Quartie endgame away anyway. What does everyone think?