A/N Wow guys, I can't believe I've gotten such a positive response to this story! I'm proud of myself too; two chapters within two days :D Also, Quinn's pregnancy still happened and she's dating Finn at the moment.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee :'(
Yesterday's revelations made the pair closer than ever, causing people to look at them strangely like they were trying to figure out if the pair had started dating or if they are still just best friends. Santana and Rachel had discussed their plan for her to woo Quinn and today was the day they were going to get everything they need.
First step is getting her attention. The girls decided that the best way to do this is to change what she wears to school; instead of argyle and sweaters, she would wear black skinny jeans, dark coloured hoodies (Purple, red, black etc) with her black converse. It would help Rachel express how dark her mind-set is at the moment and also get her attention the attention she needs from Quinn.
Second step is getting closer to her after she has captured her attention. As Santana and Quinn are friends, that shouldn't be too hard, they just have to set up some group outings with Quinn and Alice. When they are out as the group Santana would take Alice off to look at something so Quinn and Rachel are left alone, leaving them to bond.
Then they have to become friends, so Quinn develops an emotional attachment to the small brunette. Once that happened Rachel would sing a song to her in Glee, revealing her true feelings for the blonde. After that they decided they would have to wing it because everything depends on Quinn's reaction to the revelation.
That afternoon the two girls went to the mall and bought all the clothes they would need, thankfully Rachel actually did like the new style they picked out for her.
The outfit they decided on for the first day was a black hoodie with a gothic fairy on the front, black skinny jeans and her black converse. Make-up and hair wise she would have pretty heavy eye-liner, otherwise light, natural looking make-up, her hair down, falling in natural chocolate brown curls. She wouldn't have any accessories except for her new black shoulder bag.
The diva looked so different to how she normally did; she stood out in the crowd, not just because she was wearing such a dark outfit, but because of the vulnerable power she radiated. Not many people are able to master that like she has, unknowingly.
"Wow." Santana's jaw dropped when she first saw the smaller girl the next morning. "You look... amazing!"
"Thank you, do you think Quinn will think so?" She asked with a shy smile and hopeful brown eyes that could melt anyone's heart.
"She would have to be blind not to see how beautiful you are, especially when you look like this! I mean, damn! I think we've found your style Diva!"
With that, the two grinning brunettes walked to their first class that they had together with Quinn.
By the end of the day Rachel was extremely happy with the way the plan was going. Quinn's jaw was almost on the floor when she saw the tiny diva and was shocked into speechlessness for a few moments.
As the brunettes were walking away from their last class they spotted Finn and Quinn talking but it looked like the tall boy was getting angry so they stayed where the couple couldn't see them but they could make sure everything was okay.
When Finn began yelling at her the girls started to get worried and edged forward a few inches. As soon as they saw him grab her arm tightly they rushed towards the couple. Seeing tears in Quinn's eyes told them that he was hurting her more than she would admit.
"GET OFF OF HER YOU OVERGROWN MAN-CHILD!" Were Santana's first words to the boy, causing him to realise that they had witnessed everything that had happened so far.
While Santana was screaming and cursing in Spanish at Finn, Rachel got in one good shove to get him away from her Quinn.
After she shoved the boy, Rachel quickly ushered Quinn into the nearest girls' bathroom, shooting off a text to Santana telling her where they were on the way. The blonde had tears streaming down her face by the time they got to the bathroom so Rachel did the first thing she could think of; she hugged her.
At first Quinn stiffened in her arms but then she relaxed and fell into Rachel's warm embrace. After the blonde's tears had dried Rachel dampened some toilet paper and wiped her cheeks free of tears, doing almost exactly what Santana had done for her only a couple of days prior.
No one had noticed that over the past few months the blonde had grown quiet, much like Rachel had, but due to a much different reason. No one noticed the bruises that she covered with make-up, not even Rachel. No one noticed the small flinch she did if someone moved too quickly beside her. No one noticed how good an actress Quinn could be.
Not until Rachel found the bruise on her cheek that she had so cleverly hidden with make-up. Not until Rachel saw the crack in the mask that she put up every day.
When Quinn realised why the small brunette had a horrified look on her face, she went to run but just as she was about to dart out the door Santana walked in, blocking her path. It looked like the Latina had calmed down since they last saw her but as soon as she saw the bruise on the blonde's face she was enraged.
In her panic, Quinn shut down, collapsing on the toilet floor causing the brunettes to calm down their anger a little bit so as not to scare her. Picking her up off the floor, Santana carried Quinn out to her car telling Rachel to drive to her place because her parents wouldn't be home for hours at least.
As they arrived at the Lopez residence Quinn was still unconscious so Santana carried her inside and laid the blonde on her bed so the girl could rest.
Rachel arrived about two minutes after the other girls and ran through the door trying to find the unconscious blonde. The girl was almost bursting with questions to find out who had hurt the girl she loves.
Leaving Quinn to sleep, Santana and Rachel sit downstairs in the lounge-room in silence, not knowing what to say.
After a minute the Latina says "When I find out who hurt her I'm going to kill them." Rachel agreed wholeheartedly.
The silence was almost unbearable as the girls waited for Quinn to wake up so they could find out who hurt her like this.
Ten minutes later nothing had changed so Rachel decided that she would sit upstairs with Quinn so she would know when the girl wakes up. When the brunette walks into Santana's room she sees the blonde sitting on the curled into a ball sobbing quietly.
She immediately ran into the room and sat on the bed next to Quinn, gently wrapping her arms around her.
"No one was supposed to find out. He's going to kill me..." Quinn sobbed into her hands.
Once the girl had calmed down slightly Rachel went downstairs and told Santana that Quinn's awake.
Time to find out who's hurting her.
"Hey Q, how are you feeling?" Santana asks as soon as she's in the door.
Quinn shrugged and whispered hoarsely, "I need to get home."
"No way, not until you tell us who's hurting you. For all we know you could be going home to someone that beats you. So, not gonna happen Q." Santana replies.
"Please Quinn, we just want to keep you safe. I can't stand seeing you like this. You're broken; whoever is hurting you broke your spirit. It's heartbreaking." Rachel adds.
Quinn breaks the silence that descended after Rachel's pleading, "It was Finn. Ever since I lied to him about being the father of the baby he's hated me. He told me he loved me and we got back together and after about a week he started hurting me. At first he would just grab my arms or wrist a bit too tightly and he would always apologise when he saw the bruise but then it progressed. He started hitting me about a month after we got back together. He only does it when no one is around. Today was an accident; he didn't mean for anyone to be around, he thought everyone had gone home. He was angry at me because I was late meeting him at his locker. I was only late because I had been slushied, I tried to explain that to him but he wouldn't listen. He grabbed my arm and was about to hit me when you rushed in... It's my fault; I should have gone to his locker first to tell him what had happened. It's my fault he started hitting me anyway. If I hadn't cheated on him and then lied to him about who the father of Beth was he wouldn't have started. It's my fault. You don't need to worry. I deserve it..." Quinn reveals.
Santana and Rachel were sitting in shocked silence; they didn't believe the boy could do something like that. They thought today had been accident. They couldn't believe Quinn actually believed that it's her fault and that she deserves to be treated this way.
"Quinn, no one deserves to be treated this way. Especially not you! And it is most certainly not your fault that Finn is abusive! Santana and I aren't going to let him hurt you anymore. We're going to take you to the police station so you can report this, that way he might not want to do it to the next girl he is in a relationship with. We will help you break up with him so he is less likely to hurt you and you can stay with me at my house so he won't know where you're staying-" Rachel starts rambling before Santana stops her.
"Diva, stop, you're scaring her. Look at her, she looks like she's going to throw up. Q, are you okay? Do you need me to take you to the bathroom?"
Rachel looked at Quinn and noticed that her normally pale complexion had turned a sickly pasty white. The blonde nodded and Santana led her to the bathroom, waiting outside for her.
"We can't let her go home tonight, he'll be pissed because we stepped in before he could hit her. He'll go to her house tonight to find her. " Santana says quietly to Rachel.
"Are your parents going to be home tonight San?"
"Nope, I just got a message from them saying that they're staying in Chicago for the weekend. God, am I glad it's Friday..."
"Okay good, that means I can message my Dads and we can all stay here for the weekend to keep Quinn safe."
Santana walks over to Quinn's stuff and picks up her phone, messaging the blonde's Mom saying that she'll be staying at Santana's house for a girl's weekend.