Santana and Brittany watched as Rachel sat sobbing into Quinn's shoulder. They felt bad for the tiny diva, but they didn't know what to do. Quinn seemed to take control of the situation as soon as they had Rachel in the house after she crumbled to the ground outside. Santana was personally very grateful for Quinn being the leader, because she was not one for people crying.
"Rachel, you need to calm down. What's going on? Why are you all alone?" Quinn pushed for what felt like the hundredth time. Rachel was in hysterics. "Rachel come on, just relax."
"Why are you even here?" Rachel cried out, pulling away from Quinn harshly.
"Glee was worried about you; we were nominated to check on you." Santana replied, Quinn shot the girl a look. There was no reason to sound so complacent.
"Why? So you can humiliate me? Throw another slushy?" Rachel asked through tears. "I know you all hate me, but at least give me a tiny break."
"Rachel, we aren't here to make fun of you. We were all getting worried that you haven't been to school in two weeks." Brittany replied, cocking her head to the side in thought. "In fact I don't know why we usually do make fun of you."
"Because the girl is obnoxious, arrogant and she talks to damn much." Santana grumbled out, Quinn shot her a glare. "Sorry, but Brittany asked."
"Listen Rachel, we aren't going to do anything, this isn't a prank." Quinn soothed, rubbing the brunette's back softly. "I know you have no reason to, but trust me, we are only here to help."
"Why would you want to help me? You hate me. You have told me everyday since freshman year how much of a mistake I am, and that my parents were cruel to the world by deciding to have me." Rachel cried, working herself up again.
"Ok yes, and that was real bitchy of us, but we never actually meant anything that we said." Quinn tried, knowing Rachel wasn't going to trust her right away.
If Quinn was being honest with herself, she never hated Rachel. She was told when she started high school that if she wanted to rise to the top, she would have to put others at the bottom. Rachel was just caught in the cross fire, it was nothing personal. Of course now, watching Rachel break down over her father's deaths and knowing how much pain the girl is in…well none of the rules she learned mattered. All Quinn knew, was that she was not going to leave the diva alone, not in her condition. Furthermore, she was going to help her get through this, because Glee was a family.
"Rachel, listen to me please, hear me out. If I can't convince you we are to help in two minutes we will leave, if that is what you really want. Deal?" Quinn asked, deciding to put it all on the line.
"Ok." Rachel sniffed, sitting up straighter and wiping her face of any remaining tears.
"When I started high school, the head cheerleader gave me some pretty bad advice, but I followed it because I was confused. My sister was head cheerleader, my mother was head cheerleader, and it was what was expected of me. I made some pretty bad decisions to make sure I rose to the top, and I took Santana and Brittany with me. Some of those bad decisions included putting you at the bottom. I am sorry for that; I have actually wanted to apologize for a long time. I never wanted to become this person…I guess I take after my Dad more then I would like too, but I have a chance to change now. I am going to take it, if you let me." Quinn almost whispered, Rachel had just barley heard what the blonde was saying, but she had heard enough.
"You aren't like your father." Rachel softly replied. Everyone in Lima knew about Russell Fabray, he was an evil, vile man. While Quinn may be a bitch sometimes, she also showed that she had a heart quite often. Her and Rachel may have had rough times together, but people have seen Quinn be loving and caring, something no one could say about Russell.
"Thank you, but I am starting to be, and I don't want to turn out like that." Quinn replied.
"Look Berry, she apologized and you know if Quinn decides you are no longer free game then I will lay off too." Santana put in, once again receiving a glare from Quinn that begged the Latina to stop helping.
"I forgive you." Rachel replied, looking right in Quinn's eyes.
"You do?" Quinn asked, caught off guard.
"All you ever had to say was that you were sorry. It was all I ever wanted." Rachel softly said.
"Good. Thank you, so do we get to stay?" Quinn asked.
"Yea, you can stay if that is what you want." Rachel replied through fresh tears. "It would be nice to have someone around."
"Rachel, what happened? Why hasn't the school been checking up on you? Where is the rest of your family?" Quinn rambled out.
"My Dads were flying home after their anniversary, and their plane crashed into the Atlantic, there were no survivors. The school hasn't checked in or at least told anyone because I became emancipated when my parents died, it was in the will that I be allowed to care for myself and not go into foster care…they had just put that in the will a couple months ago. As for my family, it was always just my Dads and I. Their parents never agreed with either of them being gay, and definitely were not for their marriage. So both parents disowned them. My Dads were hurt, but they were also angry because even when I was born, both sets of grandparents wanted nothing to do with us. My aunts and uncles followed their parents. So you see, when I say I am all alone, I am really all alone." Rachel revealed.
Quinn immediately pulled the girl into a hug; even Santana had tears in her eyes. The four of them sat in the living room for the next hour, each wishing they could do something to make the situation better.
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Quinn opened her eyes and looked around, she had fallen asleep on the couch, with Rachel's head on her lap, and Brittany's head resting on her shoulder. Santana had gone home and then to Quinn's house to grab clothes. They all had decided that they would stay with Rachel for the next couple of days, not wanting the diva to be alone.
As Quinn ran her fingers through the brunette's hair she made a decision. She was not going to let anyone hurt Rachel again, she wasn't going to lose anyone else because of Quinn's previous cruel words and torment. She was going to be there for the girl, and she was going to help her through this tough time. No matter what.