#skype1

[ She thought the time difference would work out in her favor but Quinn's exhausted and barely awake at nearly 9pm while she waits for Rachel to get home from her show and call her for their scheduled date night. She feels bad that it had to be shifted to tonight because of her own schedule, but she just has to roll with the punches so far and when someone is looking to switch shifts, she's usually one of the first to offer a helping hand. Quinn's hoping that she can bank a few good deeds now and cash in on that karma down the line for a longer visit back home. Finally hearing the tell-tale sound of a skype call coming through, Quinn rushes to her computer, an entirely sleepy, but definitely happy smile on her face when Rachel -- fresh-faced and as beautiful as ever -- comes into view. ]

"Heeeeey -- would ya' look at that, I got it to work. Who's the idiot now, huh? I'm like Bill Gates, but super young... and slightly immortal."

-Pacing in front of his laptop, finger and thumb pressed deep at the bridge of his nose, with his laptop already calling his boyfriend; Benjamin gave a loud sigh. It had been too long, way too long since he had even gotten a chance to do something other than text Conor. Over a week and he hadn't gotten to see that blond hair, that cheeky smirk, or even a fucking selfie of him making some lame face or his toothpaste all over his lips and chin -- honestly the prince was positive that this was the very definition of insanity, that he was currently going mad.- Goddamnit, Kelly, answer the fuckin' call! -With a huff he sat in the recliner that was in front of the computer, his hands balled on either knee, anxious, his jaw setting in place as the call began to connect. The very moment there was a glimpse of Conor, he gave no warning, instead he leaned forward, his finger pointing toward the camera.- You asshole! I've not talked to you much, I 'aven't seen you in a goddamn week. Not a single Instagram post, no Vine, nothing. What the 'ell 'ave you been up to?! -For a moment he tried to ignore the guilt that already began building up in his stomach, yelling was never his strong suit and it always felt so mean for it, but he was just upset, felt neglected.-

Rachel's current shooting schedule had been night shots on location, and with her own relatively normal 9-5ish hours with the occasional emergency call, it's been awhile since Quinn's actually seen her wife's face and gotten lost in her smile.

Hiiiiiiii love!

If you would have told Rachel five years ago that she would be rushing home from an impromptu rehearsal for a Skype call, she would have called you crazy. All the friends she had, excluding her fathers, lived in the city so she really had no need for a Skype account, much less a Skype call. But then again, that was all before she met Noah Puckerman for the second time in the life. Being with him wasn’t easy, especially now that he was stationed in Afghanistan, but the time they did spend together was like paradise for Rachel, and after his most recent trip back home, their moments together were even more perfect.

And, after all that time, Rachel definitely had something to tell Noah. Of course, spending most of their time doing Noah’s favourite activity had certain outcomes, and this was one of the situations Rachel didn’t believe she would be in yet. It wasn’t ideal, he was away and she was still trying to establish herself on Broadway (despite the fact that she was already the lead role in a musical) but she loved him, and he loved her, and they would love their baby when it came. Hopefully, he’d be back soon to be able to see his son or daughter grow up and hopefully, he would be online so Rachel could tell him this life changing news.

Rushing into the house, Rachel slammed the door shut and ran over to the computer to press the on button. Whilst it loaded, she walked into the bathroom and made herself presentable – the wind outside was rather strong and her hair looked like it had been thrown into a candy-floss machine. She glanced down at the floor and noticed that the bin was full, spotting the pregnancy test was sitting at the top, still showing the world its plus sign. She took the plastic tub, emptied it out into a bin bag and left it by the front door before she approached the computer, writing a note to remind herself to take the rubbish out when the call was over.