"Quinn." Santana croaked, hearing her voice for the first time in a day.
"Shush." Quinn cooed, as she helped the girl into her apartment. She quickly flicked the five locks on her door as she helped Santana into the room. "San. You should… I mean, I think you should shower." Quinn whispered, running her finger over the girls slip lip. "Who did this to you?"
Santana just broke down into tears and collapsed into the blondes arms, Quinn rocked her back and forth until she stopped sobbing. Quinn helped her up and walked her into the bathroom and let the tub start filling with water. Santana sat on the lid of the toilet and looked at the floor as Quinn retrieved bandages and ointment as well as her camera. She kneeled down in front of the girl and helped pull off her sweatshirt. Quinn gasped as she saw the bruising sprawled across the girls chest and waist, the blood soaked duct tape bindings on her wrists.
"Baby." She whispered, pressing her lips to her oldest friends forehead. "I'm so sorry."
"What day is it?" Santana asked, looking into her friends eyes.
"Sunday." Quinn replied, causing Santana to groan outlaid. "How long were… when…"
"Since Friday afternoon, I think." Santana replied, she clutched her torso. "Hurts." She moaned.
"I think you need to go to the hospital." Santana shook her head no frantically. "Santana…"
"Please." Santana begged, "I can't… No one can… Please."
"Okay. Okay." Quinn cooed. "Before you shower…." Quinn started, "I think I should take photo's of your injuries. Just in case." Santana shook her head no. "San. Please. Just close your eyes okay?" She quickly snapped photos of the girls wrists, face and chest. She helped the Latina out of her pants and tried not to throw up when she saw the blood on the girls thighs. "Okay, S." She put the camera down and pulled the girl into her arms and helped her up. "Come on." Santana winced as she submerged into the tub, groaning at the pain that coursed through her.
They sat in silence for a long while as Quinn freed the girls wrists from the tape and gently washed her hair. Santana sat catatonically, her eyes fused to the water that was quickly becoming a reddish hue from her blood.
Quinn placed a glass of milk down in front of Santana who was sitting on Quinn's couch. Santana had barley said anything since they left the bathroom, Quinn had gotten her into some clothing and settled her down onto the couch. Aislin started crying for attention in the nursery and Quinn quickly left to attend to her daughter. Several minutes later she came back into the living room with the baby in her arms. She sat on the other end of the couch, situating herself with her nursing pillow so she could feed the little girl.
"She's getting big." Santana whispered, her eyes still fixated on the wall in front of her.
"I know." Quinn smiled as she ran her fingers through the girls wispy blonde hair. "Santana. Do you want me to call your mom?"
"You can't" Santana whispered, "They're away. Can… can I just sleep?" she pleaded, Quinn nodded and allowed the girl to curl up next to her and drift to sleep.
Santana woke up with a gasp, her body was trembling. Quinn rushed over to her.
"What's wrong. Are you okay?" Quinn asked.
"He's going to be looking for me." Santana gasped, looking at the clock. It was well past noon and he would for sure know that she was no longer in the house. "He's going to look for me and I can't risk you getting hurt."
"Who's going to hurt me?" Quinn asked, "Who's looking for you."
"Gabe." Santana winced. Quinn's face went hard, she knew it. She knew that he was the one who hurt Santana. She jumped up and grabbed her phone and started to dial the police. "Quinn, don't!"
"I have to, Santana. He's dangerous. He hurt you, he will continue to hurt you as long as you don't turn him in." Quinn pleaded with the Latina, who jumped up and promptly collapsed. Quinn pushed a different number and held the phone to her ear.
"Mr. Schue?" Quinn exclaimed. What felt like hours later, Quinn ran and opened her front door for Mr. Scuester, who lived in the same complex as the young mother. "Help, she collapsed and I think something is really wrong." The spanish teacher rolled Santana over onto her back and gasped when he saw her face. He quickly felt her pulse and checked her breathing before turning back to Quinn.
"Get the baby, we need to take her to the hospital." He directed. Quinn quickly pulled the diperbag off the chair and latched Aislin into her carseat as Will picked up the limp singer and carried her down the stairs to his car. Quinn sat in the backseat with her daughter, while Mr. Schue drove quickly to the closest hospital. He ran in and got a nurse to bring out a gurney, once the Latina was on it the doctor rolled her into a trauma room. Quinn and Will quickly followed behind them with Will carrying the baby seat.
"What happened?" The doctor asked as they cut off her clothing.
"She… she ran away and came to my house early this morning covered in blood. She had been raped continually since friday night. She had duct tape on her wrists and a really bad bruise on her chest. She wouldn't let me call 911." Quinn explained frantically. The doctor nodded and quickly asked them to leave the room so he could examine her. Will escorted Quinn into the waiting area and they sat down; the blonde automatically reached for her daughter and held her close to her chest.
"We should call her family." Will explained, trying not to let the tears fall from his eyes. He had never seen someone as hurt as his student was, he knew Santana had her issues but he couldn't understand why someone would hurt her like that.
"We can't." Quinn replied.
"Do you know who did this? Was she at a party or something?" Will asked, reaching for the only reasoning he could fathom why his 16 year old student was being treated for a rape tram.
"No." Quinn scoffed, her lips pressing to a sleeping Aislin's forehead. "She doesn't party anymore. She hasn't even dated or slept with anyone but B in months." Quinn admitted, "It was Gabe."
"Who is Gabe?" Will asked.
"Her step-brother." Quinn whispered. "He just showed back up after three years last week. I should have known." She smiles down at her daughter when she coo's and tangles her little fingers in her mothers hair.
"Quinn." He sighs, as he picks up his cellphone. "I need to let Emma know, okay?" Quinn nodded and focused on her daughter.
Sometime later, the doctor who had been working on Santana walked out to the waiting room and sought out the people who had brought her in. By this time, Emma had joined them and Quinn had failed asleep with her head on the redhead's shoulder and her daughter in her car seat being played with by Will.
"Excuse me." The doctor stated, which caused Quinn to startle and wake up. "You are the people who brought Ms. Lopez in right?"
"Yes, Sir." Will replied.
"We need to get ahold of her parents." He said solemnly.
"They're out of town." Quinn quickly replied, "Is she okay?"
"I'm sorry, we can only share that with family. Does she had any family members in town?" WIll looks at Quinn who turns red with anger.
"Her brother is the one who did this to her!" Quinn exclaimed, standing up. "I'm her family, we're her family. Tell us what is wrong with her." Emma grabbed the young mothers hand and stood up next to her.
"Please doctor." Emma asked, "I'm her guidance councilor and he's her teacher. Please let us go and be with her so she's not scared and alone after everything she's gone through." The doctor nodded and showed them to the girls room.
Santana looked small compared to the bed she was is. She was attached to different machines and her mouth had a tube in it. Quinn couldn't help the tears the ran down her face as she saw the girl laying in the bed.
"I should have brought her sooner." Quinn whispered, as she moved to sit next to the head of the bed.
"She's going to be okay." The doctor assured her. "She has a broken rib that punctured her lung; her shoulder was dislocated and her collarbone is broken so she'll have to wear a sling for a few weeks. When she wakes up we'll have to get her consent to do a rape kit."
"I have photo's from when she first show'd up at my house." Quinn interjected.
"Good. The police will need them." He replied, "Do you have any idea who did this? Did she say?"
"Gabriel Marquez." Quinn stated quickly. "He's her step-brother. He's in the army."
"Okay." The doctor said, noting it in her chart.