Disclaimer: I don't own Glee only the plot of this fic.

A.N. – Ok so this is my first story

EVER and probably my last I Don't know why I decided to write, and I personally never read A.N. but here I am boring you to death with mine! Hope you enjoy.

As Quinn woke up at the gruelling hour of 5 a.m. to the sound of her father yelling at her mother in his drunken state. Her mom probably sitting in the corner crying while heavily intoxicated as well. She lazily rolled out of bed falling on to the floor with a loud thump knowing that if she didn't get down there then he would come up and drag her down. For someone who was suppose to be full of grace Quinn was anything but, she stood at 5'8" with lanky limbs. She had the muscle definition of a guy but wasn't over muscly, she was defiantly stronger then she looked. She had long flowing blond hair that was often in in a ponytail or bun for sports. When she wasn't playing sports she is always wearing a hat of some type. Stumbling into the shower turning the tap to just the right temperature so the hot water would massage and relax her. The blonde's thoughts drifted to how she would take over the school this year and win the soccer championship. She would be away from her father most of the time, but thoughts of Beth assaulted her brain as she remembered last year and how much of an outcast she had felt like. She had been horrible and treated other people as such mostly the glee club. She winched when she thought of Beth and how much she truly missed her. For the slight second of remorse she felt she thought she might change and try to be nicer, but then shook her head and covered it with the icy hard persona. Quinn knew being soft wasn't going to help her as she braced herself for what was downstairs.

Heading into the kitchen Quinn felt the glare of her father as he watched her walk in. In his eyes she was still a big embarrassment and mistake. "STAND UP STRAIGHT, AND COME OVER HERE" he barked. Life had gotten worse when her mother had let her father back into the house on the promise that he wouldn't kick Quinn out. He had kept that promise but still enjoyed beating her around. She had always been different, and he had never liked her much since she was born with a penis. A large one at that and fully functioning, he saw this as an abomination. Before Beth left he tolerated her and even acted pleasant when he was in public with her. Quinn's dad is hardly around but, when he is he is drunk and violent.

"Yes, sir" she stiffly replied as she straightened up and stumbled over to him nearly tripping on her own feet in fear.

"THAT'S NOT STRAIGHT ENOUGH," he screamed as he smacked her on the back and she fell to the floor crumpling at his feet. "Get me something to drink!" Russell shouts. Quinn glances at her mother who is cowering on the floor in the corner of the room crying. She shakes her head as she gets up and goes over to the fridge to grab a beer realizing she forgot to stock it. She fills a glass full of water and brings it to her father.

"What is this?" he yells.

"Water .." she murmurs.

"I don't want this" he screeches.

"Well it's all we have" Quinn sighs. As her father throws the glass at the floor it shatters by her mothers feet as she wails even louder.

"SHUT UP!" he yells at the sobbing Judy as her turns to Quinn.

He moved inches away from her face " Now I think someone needs to pray. Pray and try to clean your filthy body of all the sins" he spat. It's not that she couldn't fight him or take him down its just if she did he would move on to her mother. Quinn couldn't let that happen so she let him hit her or whatever he needed to do until he passed out to keep her mother safe. Taking off his belt Russell started slapping the hard leather over Quinn's back as she recited the Lord's Prayers. All Quinn could do to stay conscious was to think about how in a week she would be at school and had only one year left and then she would never have to deal with him again if she so chose.

As she pushed him away he stumbled back and lets her go she numbly crawled back upstairs as he passed out on the couch. Opening her bedroom window she crawled onto the roof with a blanket her only safe haven as she looked over the town. She brought a rag out trying to clean the welts on her back herself before giving up. Curling up into a ball she cried for what wasn't the first time since her father returned, but this time it felt different this time she felt herself break a little more.