Okay so I know it's not the longest or the best, but I felt that because of the response I got the other day, I needed to update ASAP. So here you go.

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She looked around the bland bedroom in the Fabray household, taking in everything as slowly as she could. The furniture looked brand new; the walls were a different colour than what she remembered. Her bags were dumped at the end of the bed. It was like the moment she was gone Charlie Fabray ceased to exist within the confines the house and within the family. Still, it was an improvement on her former living arrangements at her grandparent's house. Charlie had been set up in the attic with an old mattress, some dirty sheets and a chest of drawers full of spiders. She now understood how Harry Potter must have felt when he was hidden away in the cupboard underneath the stairs by his so called family.

Quinn came to a stop in the doorway behind her carrying Beth, a bottle in her free hand as she readied herself to feed her daughter. As she watched her twin take in the bare room that was once her own, Quinn took the silence as an opportunity to study the girl and take in the differences between them. Charlie's hair was naturally a darker blonde that only came out from being in the sun for long periods of time. As children, Charlie had always been the quiet child and Quinn the loud one. But when Charlie felt the need to argue she could get pretty loud.

This teen standing in front of her was nothing like the Charlie she knew, but Quinn had to remind herself that she had no idea what had happened to her out in Colorado. The older twin was definitely skinnier but Quinn was still working off her pregnancy weight so of course there would be a difference. The one thing about her twin that stood out to Quinn; her hazel eyes were dull and lifeless. It was something that she was going to see more often now that Charlie was home, but at the same time she never wanted to see it again.

By the sounds Beth was making as the infant sucked on her bottle hungrily, Quinn was sure that her sister knew she was standing there. "As soon as you were gone, Dad had the furniture thrown out and the room repainted."

"It's like I never existed," Charlie muttered. She was broken, but Quinn was going to fix her.

"Yeah. I was forbidden to talk about you," she explained, walking in to the room. "Any family photo that had you in it was taken down. Mum wouldn't let him throw your stuff out but he didn't want it in the house so it's all in storage."

"He really doesn't like fags, does he?"

"No, he doesn't but that's because he's narrow minded, scared, too strict with his beliefs. But don't worry, Chucks, you're fine by me. One of my best friends is gay," Quinn smiled when Charlie's eyes lit up at the use of her childhood nickname.

"What about Mum?"

"You should probably have a talk with her, but the fact that she let you come home without asking you if you're gay or not proves that she gonna at least try." Charlie looked worried. "Hey! I had a child out of wedlock before I was even legal to a Jewish guy and she practically begged me to come home. I think you'll be okay."

The older Fabray looked from Quinn's genuine smile to the child in her arms. She hoped that her sister was right.

"Do you wanna burp her?" asked Quinn, setting the bottle down and wiping her daughter's mouth with the burping towel. "She won't bite. Yet."

Charlie visibly gulped, nodded and sat down. She had gotten used to being told what to do and yelled at when she got it wrong. It had been a long time since she had been asked if she wanted to do something. Quinn gently instructed her with the towel, how to hold Beth and then handed the child over, resting her over her shoulder and softly patting her back.

"You're a natural."

"No, I'm not."

"You'll get used to it. I mean, gosh, what if I needed you to babysit?" joked Quinn. That earned a flash of a soft smile.

They sat in silence on the small bed. Quinn had an inkling that they would be spending a lot of their time together in silence. When Beth finally burped, Quinn took the towel but left her daughter with Charlie to be rocked to sleep. Beth was out like a light and together they put the sleeping child into her crib in her room. Charlie stood there for a moment watching over her niece sleeping. Beth was so innocent, so unaware of the horrors in the world. She silently vowed to help Quinn protect her for as long as she could. With the baby monitors on, they left Beth's room for Quinn's.

Immediately, Charlie began comparing rooms. Beth's room had her name on the door and the room was a light blue. All the furniture matched; the crib; the changing table; the dresser; the rocking chair in the corner. It was clean and neat but it was still childlike. There were few photos on the dresser. Quinn and a guy with a mohawk with Beth after she was born. A black girl and skinny white boy with the baby in a WMHS onesie. Judy with her granddaughter. Stuffed animals littered the floor in small piles in the corners and there were several pacifiers on the shelf with baby books and story books near the changing table.

Quinn's room was a pale cream that contrasted perfectly with the bedspread and furniture. Photo's covered nearly every inch of the wall above her bed. The bookshelf was packed with books, DVD's and CD's. Her old school stuff was sitting neatly on her desk with a laptop. There were only a few photos that stood out to Charlie. A photo with two cheerleaders, a blonde and a brunette, both smiling widely at a joke. There was the same photo of Quinn and the mohawked boy with Beth. There was a group photo of a pregnant Quinn and a group of teenagers on what looked like a stage.

Quinn went about identifying the people in the pictures her sister had been staring at. "That's Brittany and Santana. Beth's father Puck. Glee club."

"You're in the glee club?"

"Yeah, it's a long story."

"You look happy there."

"As embarrassing as it is, I love it. It's the most fun I've had since high school started. Now that school's out I even miss Mr Shue's dorky raps."

"That's two years of being sad."

"What can I say; my sister wasn't there with me. I didn't have a real reason to be happy when you were being...I don't even know what happened out there. What did they do to you, Chucks?"

Charlie looked ready to cry just at the mention of her time in Colorado. "You don't want to know."

"Yes, I do. That's why I'm asking. Tell me," pleaded Quinn.

"No!"

"Charlie!"

"I don't want too," she said stubbornly.

"Tell me." It was more of a hushed plea than a forceful one. Too forceful and the girl would probably shut down altogether.

"No. This is my way of protecting you. You. Don't. Want. To Know. Trust me on this okay?"

"I want to know. I mean, judging by your face, I already have a rough idea. But you can tell me when you're ready. How does that sound?" she asked timidly.

"Sounds good. I'm sorry for snapping. I just...I don't know who I am anymore Q. I don't know who I am." Her voice cracked and Quinn's heart broke.

At six weeks old Beth already had an identity, Quinn had one as a mother and daughter, Judy was finding herself as a hands-on mother and a grandmother. Charlie had been a slave to her grandparents and hidden away. She was being honest: she didn't know who she was anymore.

"I know who you are," said Quinn, gathering her sister in her arms. Charlie fought for a moment before giving up. "I know who you are! You are Charlotte Judy Fabray. You love pizza and fantasy books. You look like a punk rocker but I'm the only one who knows that you love classical musical more than anything. You say you hate wearing dresses and make up, but secretly you love getting to dress up and be treated like a princess. You cherish the piano and your guitar. You've only know Beth for all of three days and you're already wrapped around her little finger, you would do anything for her. You're strong and you're loyal and you're my favourite sister. You're my Chucks. My sister. I'm sorry I didn't protect you."

They sat together on the floor quietly crying, rocking back and forth. Charlie had been damaged and now Quinn knew just how badly. She wished they would go to hell along with her father. They didn't deserve to be free while her sister was a prisoner of the words they had poisoned her mind with.

"I haven't been that person in two years, Q."

"We can find out who you are, but you have to give it time okay?"

Quinn pulled back and wiped her sister's tears, being careful of her eye and lip. "I think I could rival Berry with that rant."

Charlie laughed openly for the first time in a long time and hugged Quinn tightly. "Love you, Q."

"Love you too, Chucks!" Her sister's stomach rumbled. "Let's go and get some food."

The Fabray twins left Quinn's bedroom with their hands fused together just like when they were six. Their bond as sisters now had a piece put back into it, instead of being taken away. The puzzle that was Charlie and Quinn was going to be finished, Quinn was sure of that.

Judy was downstairs in the kitchen wearing an apron covered in patches of flour and a cook book open in front of her. Quinn smiled at the normalcy of the situation. Charlie was shocked. She had never seen her mother like this, and plucked a brownie from the plate to snack on.

"What are you trying to do?" asked Quinn stepping in behind Judy to look at the book. "I hate to break it to you Mum, but when you bake a cake, the flour goes into the mix not onto your apron."

"I thought we could have a celebratory dinner for Charlotte. The cake was going to be dessert."

"We don't have to. It's okay." The girl shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie and lowered her gaze to the floor, finding her tennis shoes more interesting.

Judy rounded the island to stand in front of Charlie and lifted her daughter's chin to meet her sight. "Charlotte, you are my daughter and so far I've done a pretty pathetic job at being a mother. I should have stood up to your father when he kicked you out, when he kicked Quinn out, but I didn't and I'm sorry. I'm going to try to make up for my behaviour by devoting more time to the both of you and Beth."

At the mention of her granddaughter, the baby monitor sprung to life and Quinn left with a gentle pat on her sister's shoulder. When the youngest Fabray had disappeared around the corner and up the stairs, Judy continued and Charlie's eyes widened. "If you like girls, you like girls. There's nothing I can do about it but I only have two rules when it comes to having boyfriends or girlfriends in the house."

"What are they?"

"Your bedroom door stays open and homework is done downstairs," Judy smiled. "Just so I know you've done it."

"It doesn't bother you?" asked the teen.

"To be completely honest it does, but I'm trying. You're my daughter and I love you. I don't care who you love as long as you're happy."

"Thanks mum."

Unexpectedly Charlie hugged her mother. It was hesitant, but it was progress none the less. Quinn walked through the dining room and into the kitchen, slightly stunned at the sight of their hug but simply bounded over to them wrapped her arms around them.

"Now that we've had that conversation, how about I'll keep an eye on Beth and the two of you go out to the mall? Have some bonding time. I'm sure Charlotte would like some clothes other than those dresses from the Stone Age. And you'll probably need a laptop for school and some new furniture. And I'm sure you'll want to paint your room."

"Did Mum just crack a joke?" Charlie asked. "Followed by a rant."

"Yep, she's a regular comedian. I think it's the SNL she's been watching," answered Quinn, before turning to her mother. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. My girls need some time together as sisters, not as a mother and an aunt. Here. Take my credit card and get whatever you need."

"Alright," said Charlie, unsure. Sure they had some money but from what she had been told on the two day drive back, the Fabray family was now surviving as a single income household and on the money won from the divorce settlement. The girls made their way out to Quinn's car.

"Where do you want to hit first?"

"Mall. I need new clothes."

"Alright. The mall it is."

It was after closing in on dinner when the girls finally arrived home, smiles planted firmly on their faces as Quinn pulled the car into park and climbed out to collect their bags from the back seat. Charlie followed and softly giggled as they reminisced over their afternoon at the mall.

Quinn was standing in line at a small coffee shop in the food court, waiting for Charlie to exit the bookstore and the barista to call her name. She didn't see them until there was a tap on her shoulder. When she turned around there was her ex-boyfriend and his dwarf of a girlfriend (especially when she was standing right next to him).

"Hey Quinn," quipped Rachel.

"Hey. Rachel," the blonde replied, looking at her friends awkwardly. They were holding hands and Finn was looking around avoiding her gaze. It seemed as if he still hadn't forgiven her entirely over the whole baby-daddy issue. Either that or he was a little overwhelmed by Rachel's ability to be so casual with public displays of affection. "Hi Finn."

"Hi." He was short and curt, straight to the point. Rachel however was more talkative as always.

"How has the beginning of your summer been? How's little Beth doing?"

"It's been pretty good. Beth's good. She's started grabbing everything she can reach. You?"

It was obvious to Quinn as she stood there in here typical baby doll dress that Rachel was on the verge of a trademark rant when Charlie appeared at her shoulder, pulling out a soft animal as a present for her niece before she realised her sister had been talking to people.

Rachel's face visibly paled at the thought of two Quinn's and her jaw dropped slightly. Finn's expression changed from a blank one to one Quinn knew personally; his mailman face. Guys and their fantasies.

"This is my twin sister Charlie. She just moved back home. Chucks, this is Finn and Rachel. From Glee."

"Hi." Charlie had retreated into herself slightly as she remembered her black eye.

Finn's face only screwed up more and Rachel muttered a polite 'hi, nice to meet you', before grabbing her boyfriend's hand and rushing off, speaking in hushed tones and they moved away from the sisters.

'Baby steps,' Quinn reminded herself. At least Charlie was smiling. "Did you see their faces?"

"So that was little Finn Hudson, huh?" asked Charlie.

"Yep."

"He's definitely grown."

"Yeah, it was like one day he was barely five foot, the next he next he was over six foot."

"And who was the little brunette with him?" the older twin asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at her twin as they walked up the front path.

"Oh don't go there! That's disgusting," laughed Quinn. She saw her sister's smile falter for a moment. "Not about you being gay. You know I don't care about that. It's just...it's Man Hands, Treasure Trail, Ru Paul."

"You pick on her?"

"I used too. Slushie facial's most days at school. Names all the time. Insults."

"Why?"

They entered the front door and dropped their bags by the bottom of the stairs. Beth was sitting in her rocker as it bounced back and forth gently and they could hear Judy shuffling around in the kitchen. Quinn picked her daughter up and cuddled her in hello.

"William McKinley isn't like any other school. The hierarchy is so much more tougher. I was expected as a Cheerio to be cruel. Jocks and Cheerio's on the top, Rachel Berry on the bottom."

"What happened?"

"I got pregnant and pushed from the top of the pyramid. Next thing I knew I was next to her on the social food chain."

"Do you regret it?"

"Yes. She was nothing but nice to me through the whole thing. She offered her friendship all the time and every time I said no. I'm starting to wish I said yes."

Quinn looked pensive about her sister's behaviour towards Rachel Berry. There was something in her voice that Charlie picked up on. Her tone was gentler when she talked when she was talking about this girl. Charlie stopped talked about the brunette as they entered the kitchen, Beth happily gurgling and grabbing at Quinn's necklace.

There were bowls of vegetables and a roast sitting along the benches and island while Judy continued to shuffle around the kitchen. The twins were standing in the doorway watching their mother fret for at least sixty seconds before she noticed them there.

"Oh girls! How was your afternoon?" Judy asked as she took in her daughters. Charlie almost looked back to her old self. Her lip had been re-pierced, she was clad in a pair of loose skinny jeans and a dark purple and black plaid shirt. Charlie looked more like the girl she had been two years ago than the one they had brought home from Colorado. "Charlotte, you know I don't like that...thing in your lip."

"Look at it this way Mum," offered Quinn, before Charlie cut in.

"Once the bruising disappears at least you'll be able to tell us apart."

Quinn smiled at her sister's attempt of a joke. Now they were finishing off each other's sentences after only six hours of being together again.

"Oh, very funny. Go set the table you two and then help me bring this food out. Quinn there's a bottle here for Beth."

The girls did as they were told and somehow Quinn had managed to feed, burp and rock Beth to sleep and finish her dinner. It would have been like old times, without a drunk mother, a Charlie was surprised and proud at the same time. After dinner, Charlie and Quinn washed the dishes together before the young mother showed her sister exactly how to change a diaper. Charlie took the opportunity to hand over the small stuffed panda to her niece. Beth refused to let go as she was put into her crib.

"Just think. That's the first present of many that you're give her," said Quinn.

"To be a child. They're such little blackmailers," joked Charlie before they left the room, closing the door and leaving an inch gap.

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