A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first ever fanfiction. Long time reader, first time poster. *Trigger warnings for abuse.* Constructive criticism is welcome. Thoughts will be in italics. I don't own Glee or its characters, I'm just borrowing them.
They were in love. No doubt about that. But if you had told Lucy Quinn Fabray that she would be in love with Rachel Barbra Berry four years ago, she would have laughed in your face and slushied you herself. Fast forward those four years and you would find the girls sprawled out on the couch in the apartment that Quinn shares with her 35-year old professor in New Haven fervently making out.
Rachel ran her tongue along Quinn's bottom lip, eliciting a moan. The blonde bit down on the diva's lip in turn, receiving a growl in response. The blonde opened her eyes and they landed on the wall clock. 5:23. Shit.
"Okay Rachel. We. Have to. Stop. Before. Paul gets. Home," Quinn mumbled in between kisses. Rachel broke the contact and huffed.
"Fine."
The taller girl sat up and said, "Hey. Babe. Look at me please." She gently turned the brunette's head to hers. Hazel eyes locked with brown, and Rachel visibly softened.
"I'm sorry Quinn. I just want to finally be able to call you mine and not have to share you with Paul."
Quinn's heart ached. She wanted that as well. Oh boy did she want that. "You know I can't do that." Quinn felt Rachel stiffen. The shorter girl got up and grabbed her discarded items.
"Wait, Rachel! What-don't go!" The blonde lunged to still Rachel's hands. "Where are you going anyway? You're supposed to stay here for the weekend!"
Rachel stopped and took a deep breath. "Why the hell can't you just end it with him, Quinn? We have been putting off the inevitability that is our relationship for four years. Aren't you tired? Doesn't that just exhaust you, not being with the person you're supposed to be with?"
Quinn, unable to look at the brunette, murmured "I just can't, Rachel. Not right now."
Rachel stood in front of Quinn for a minute and shook her head, releasing an incredulous chuckle. You're unbelievable, Quinn. Rachel brushed past Quinn to the front door. As soon as she touched the doorknob, Paul came in.
"Oh, hello Rachel! It's nice to see you!"
The brunette walked out the door and spat, "Fuck off."
The man looked to Quinn confused. The blonde shook her head and looked to the floor to hide her forming tears.
Paul closed the door and questioned, "So, Quinnie, where's my dinner?"
Quinn nearly choked on her own saliva. Shit. Shit shit shit. I forgot! She ran in the kitchen while apologizing profusely. "I am so sorry. Rachel and I lost track of time. I'm starting on it right now."
The sandy-haired man slowly made his way to the blonde and stopped her. He grabbed her arms and stared into her eyes. "Tell me the truth Quinnie. What were you actually doing with her? I'm more perceptive than you think." Quinn open and closed her mouth but no sound came out. Paul squeezed her arms harder and that spurred Quinn into answering.
"Uh-uh I-what? What do you mean perceptive? I'm confused and I'd really like to finish your dinner."
The man gripped even tighter. "Both of you have mussed up hair and your lipgloss or lipstick, whatthefuckever, is messy and Rachel has never spoken to me like that before so something is going on. Tell me the truth."
The blonde's tears finally spilled over. "I'm not lying, Paul!"
The next thing that happened made Quinn have flashbacks to what her father did when he was drunk. Paul slapped Quinn across the face. It echoed throughout the room.
"Let this be a warning Quinnie. Do not. Allow this. To happen again," the man stated through clenched teeth. Paul then lumbered into the living room to watch football.
Unbeknownst to the two, Rachel had heard everything.
~OOOOOOOOOO~
Rachel was frozen in the doorway. What? What the fuck is going on? She backed out into the hallway, jacket and suitcase long forgotten. Rachel walked away quickly and broke down. Gross, heart wrenching sobs came from the girl's throat. Rachel slid down the wall and sat there, covering her eyes. The brunette later thanked her lucky stars when Santana Lopez hopped up the stairs. The Latina stared at Rachel's rocking frame and jokingly inquired, "What, did Barbra Streisand lose to Celine Dion for a Grammy?"
Rachel flinched and jumped up, running towards Santana.
The diva spread her arms and crashed into the raven haired girl. "Ew Berry. Don't get your snot on me."
Santana only got sniffles in response. "Hey, I'm just-I'm just kidding Rachel. What's wrong? Is it Finn? I'll kick his ass if you want me to."
If only it were that simple, Santana. The brunette stepped back from their embrace and asked, "Can you keep a secret?"
The taller girl scoffed. "Um hello. I was in the closet for three years. I think I can keep a secret."
Rachel gave a half-hearted chuckle and stated, "Your leering at Brittany was a bit obvious though."
Santana frowned, her cheeks aflame. "So are you gonna tell me what's wrong or can I go see Quinn?" The Latina walked forward as she talked.
Rachel clutched her arm and half yelled, "No! Don't go in there!" The shorter girl's tears streamed down her face once more.
The raven haired girl furrowed her eyebrows. "Okay Berry, you're kinda scaring me now. Tell me what's wrong."
The shorter girl took a deep breath and mumbled, "Paul hits Quinn."
Time stopped. Ice ran through Santana's veins. She balled her fists and ground her teeth.
"What?"
The Latina rushed forward but Rachel held her back. "Berry! Let me go! ¡Dios mío! I'm gonna fucking kill him!"
The diva was sobbing again. "Please Santana. Quinn doesn't know I know and if we confront them about it, it'll only get worse!"
Santana's rage filled mind cleared somewhat and she sighed. "Come with me, Rachel. Brittany and I have an apartment not too far from here. You'll stay with us for now."
A/N: So yeah. My first fanfiction. I hope you guys enjoyed. I'll try to keep the updates pretty consistent.