Okay so this my first attempt at writing a Glee fic! Yay for me! The title is taken from the Avril Lavigne song of the same name. Will eventually be Rachel/Quinn and Santana/Charlie. If its a little difficult to separate Quinn and Charlie in your minds, Q has the cheerio's uniform and Charlie...well just imagine Dianna Agron rocking the punk-ish look. Plaid shirt. Skinny jeans. Converse. According to this fic, a lip piercing.

This is just the beginning. Hopefully.

Spoilers include all of season 1. Charlie comes into Glee for the second season so all the new characters will be there like Zizes, Lady Lips, the Warblers etc etc. And Quinn decided to keep baby Beth, so the rugrat will be present.

Disclaimer: I hate Ryan Murphy because he owns them and I dont

Rating: For now, PG. WARNING! Story deals with child abuse. If it makes you uncomfortable, I apologize.

It had been two years since Charlie Fabray had been home. Been praised by her father, hugged lovingly by her mother or fought like cat and dog with her twin sister over the tiniest things. It had been two years since she was kicked out of house and home and sent to live with her grandparents for coming out of the closet over the traditional family night dinner. It had been two years since she had last seen her twin, despite the fact that she saw her every time she looked in the mirror. The last time Charlie had seen her little sister was the morning she was no longer accepted as a child of Russell Fabray.

Living with her paternal grandparents was scary as shit for her. Two years of living under Jackson Fabray's roof that resulted in several trips to the hospital when he had tried to beat her little problem out of her. She was home schooled and cut off from whatever society had been created in the hole-in-the-wall town her grandparents live in in the middle-of-nowhere, Colorado. Charlie was isolated from the world, hidden away as if she had some deadly disease or posed a risk to people around her. More than once had she tried to run away and every time she was caught she was punished worse than the time before. They used to tell her that it was for her own good, the people who called themselves gay deserved to be punished.

As soon as she had arrived, her grandmother Ruth had demanded that she removed the lip piercing, replaced her skinny jeans and vest jacket with a dress and tennis shoes, and to let her hair hang down. When she had scoffed and asked why, Jackson had threatened her with a week in the basement with no food, no natural light and no showers. Charlie had hurried inside faster than a speeding bullet to change. When she came back out into the kitchen it was explained to her what she was to do and what was expected of her. Jackson then proceeded to declare victory: if a week in the basement without the body's requirements was all it took, Charlie would be home in a week. If she could get away with lying about being gay, that she was reformed, she had mentally promised herself that even though she wasn't as strong a believer as her parents or grandparents she would say her prayers every night before bed.

Every night for two years, there was only one thing Charlie ever prayed for: for someone to come and rescue her.

Three weeks after school had let out for the summer holidays, she got her wish. Looking up from her kitchen chores out the window to the side yard, she could see a familiar SUV rolling down the dirt driveway. Her grandfather came out of the barn to yell at their visitors, they weren't selling. He stopped dead in his tracks when Judy Fabray stepped from the driver's side door. He stumbled back when Quinn appeared by the passenger side door and yelled "WHORE!" Charlie was still frozen in the kitchen as she watched her sister let the insult roll off her back and open the back door.

"I'm here for my daughter," she could hear her mother saying calmly and casually, and she followed Jackson and Ruth into the house after a nod from Quinn.

Quinn was the first to see her come out of the house. It was obvious to Charlie that she had tried to hide her shock towards the black eye and busted lip she was sporting. Charlie was scared that this was all a dream, just a figment of her imagination and shuffled forwards in the direction of her twin. A tentative hand reached out to trace the fading bruise before she was pulled into a hug. The older twin only tightened her grip when Quinn repeated 'I'm sorry I didn't protect you' and 'you can come home now' and 'I won't let anyone hurt you'. They were pulled apart by Jackson sneering at the both of them. "Get your crap and get the hell out of my house."

An hour later, all of her clothes and books were packed into two large duffel bags and dumped in the boot of the car next to Quinn's old, faded, red Cheerio's bag. Charlie was hunched over the baby carrier in the back seat with Quinn saying hello to her six week old niece as her mother sped down the highway back to Lima, Ohio. Back towards her home.

What do you think? Should I keep going? PS Reviews are a source of motivation. R&R please.