I made this fic really short because I thought that no one would like it, haha. I'm really bad at writing so, my apologies.

Tell whether or not I should continue this fic.

(slanted words are Quinn's thoughts.)

shit...shit...shit...shit... Quinn mentally swore whenever she took a step. Her drunkard father had beaten her once again. This time, he attempted to break her right knee by kicking it on it's right side, but apparently, he didn't kick hard enough. She was trying to hide her limp, but it hurt too much. She also had a tiny bruise on the side of her face, so she put her hair down for the whole day, trying not to make it visible.

"Quinn?" she heard a tiny, innocent voice of a certain brunette that she's pretending to hate. Quinn turned around to see who it was, and as expected, it was Rachel Berry with a very concerned look upon her face.

"What do you want, man hands?" Quinn spat, her own heart being torn into two. She never liked it when she called Rachel names, she loved her, for God's sake. "N-never mind..." Rachel turned around to walk away, but Quinn grabbed her arm and turned her back around.

"Just tell me, Berry. What do you want?"

"I just wanted to know why you were limping..." Rachel looked down at her own feet, obviously scared of the cheerleader.

shit, was I making it that obvious?

"It-It's nothing, Berry." Quinn shook her head, making her hair rattle all over the place. Rachel lifted her hand up to put Quinn's hair behind her ear, but then she saw Quinn's bruise. It was bluish black and it didn't look like it was iced. She gasped.

"Oh my go-!" Rachel was cut off by the blonde, putting her hand on her mouth so no one would hear her. The brunette grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand off of her mouth. Not letting go of her grip, she pulled the blonde all the way to the main exit of the school.

"Where the hell are we going!?" Quinn shouted, obviously in pain. She whimpered every time she took a big step.

"I'm taking you to my place!" The brunette shouted back, now pulling the blonde to her own car.

oh god. HER place? fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

"Why?!" Quinn tried to move her wrist around so Rachel could let go of her grip.

"Because no one has tended to your injuries, Quinn!" Rachel had pushed Quinn into the passenger seat of her car and buckled her seat belt.

"We're skipping classes, Berry!" the blonde said, pretending to care. She knew that school meant a lot to Rachel.

"I don't care, Quinn! You're injured and we're not coming back until you heal!" the brunette shouted back.

she cares?

Quinn looked down, blood rushing up to her cheeks, making them pinkish.

She slammed the car door which made Quinn flinch. She strutted from the passenger side of the car to the driver's seat. As soon as she got to the door, she hopped into her car and stuck her car key into the keyhole. She turned her key to the side, which made the engine start. She drove out of the parking lot and made her way to her house, which was not very far from her school. The car drive to Rachel's house was quiet, but Quinn didn't mind.

All that the blonde was doing was looking at the brunette, admiring every little thing about her. The way her eyes widened whenever a car passed by, the way her hair shined whenever a ray of sun shined through the car window, the way her lips pursed whenever she drove over a hump. The singer pretended like she didn't see the cheerleader staring at her dreamily. She had to suppress a smile and she tried hard not to blush.

tell me if I should continue this because my writing is obviously terrible in this fic.