Quinn kept running until she got back to the girl's locker room, she dropped her books sending a loud slap through the room. She knew Brittany and Santana would hear it and make themselves decent. "Britt, San, where are you guys. I need to talk to you. Now." Quinn yelled into the open space.

"God, Q who died, or better question who did you kill because I really don't want to hid a body." Santana joked as she came around the corner. The Latina pulled down her shirt as she walked toward Quinn. Brittany followed zipping up her cheerios uniform.

The two girls sat down in front of Quinn on a bench in front of Quinn, "Hi Quinn," Brittany waved, smiling up at the girl and Quinn couldn't help but let a small smile slip onto her lips. No one could make her feel better faster than Brittany. The girl was a ball of sunshine. How the taller blonde got unlucky enough to be mated to Santana, Quinn would never know. But she was still happy they had each other.

The girls sat in silence for a few moments before Santana spoke again, "So, you wanted to talk? Are you going to speak or just stand there with your arms crossed? I didn't get pulled away from my sweet lady kisses for nothing."

Quinn shifted her her weight and looked away from the two girls sat before her. Saying it out loud would make it real. And this couldn't be real. Quinn Fabray could not be gay. Not that there was anything wrong with that. Santana and Brittany were gay, and they were so happy. Everyone accepted them. Everyone except her family.

"I," Quinn started, but a lump had formed in her throat. The blond cleared her throat and tried again, "I-" the words were at the tip of her tongue but the more she willed herself to speak the more her mouth resisted.

Quinn opened her mouth to tell her friends what had happened in the hallway, but all that came out was a pained sob. The blonde covered her face as the tears rolled down her face to hide her weakness from her friends.

Brittany and Santana sat on their bench staring at Quinn for a moment. They knew better than to approach the blonde without warning her. They waited until Quinn brought her hands away from her face. Santana rose from her place on the bench and slowly approached her friend.

"Quinn," Santana tried, but the girl was still crying to hard. The cheerio turned away from Santana and moved to take a step away but the Latina grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her back. "Quinn, look at me."

The blonde turned and looked down at Santana. She looked away when she saw the fear on the Latina's face. "It's not that. He hasn't hit me in weeks." Quinn sniffled and wrapped her arms around herself. "It's bad though. Really. If my father finds out, I don't know what he'll do."

Brittany moved from her place on the bench and stood with the two girls, "Quinn, we will not let him lay a finger on you. Not again."

"Thanks, Britt. But we both know he probably will." Quinn sighed.

"We'll do our best to be one step ahead of him. If we at least try, it's better than just letting him do it. It will be okay, Q. Just tell us what happened." Santana reassured the blonde.

"I bumped into my mate in the hallway today." Quinn announced.

Santana and Brittany stared at Quinn with blank expressions before looking at each other confused. "Isn't that a good thing? Judy can get over Finnocent and you can catch up to Frannie." Santana said.

"No. It was a girl. My mate is a girl. I saw the LF on her wrist. They were definitely my initials." Quinn explained, "If my father finds out I'm gay and not destined to be mated with Finn I will be-I don't want to think about that. I need to get out of the country. I need to get away from him and I need to get away from my mate as soon as possible." Quinn paced back and forth in front of the two girls, "Maybe I hitch hike to Florida. If I'm homeless in a warm climate, maybe it won't be so bad."

Santana grabbed Quinn by the wrist and pulled the girl to a stop, "Okay, you will not be homeless. We will figure this out. Maybe the best thing to do would be to just tell your family. We can plan for that. Have a back up in case he blows up and get you out as soon as possible."

"I don't know," Quinn considered the plan but, she was afraid her father was too smart for that, "I'm just scared, Santana. I don't want to do anything that will set him off. Not yet. Right now I want to avoid her."

"Quinn, please don't. I don't want you to get hurt." Brittany pleaded.

"I know, Brittany. But I need time. I need to have a plan. I need to be ahead of him." Quinn tapped her finger on her chin as the thought about what might keep her father off her case.

"Quinn, let's be smart about this. There must be a way for you to meet this girl, tell her what's up, and I don't know hide out for a while until we can outsmart Russell. She's your mate, she will understand the situation." Santana reasoned, "Don't get in your head about this. You need to be smart about this. Running and hiding will only make this worse. We can help. Just let us."

"Okay," Quinn agreed, "But today I get to avoid her. No matter how much it hurts. I at least need today. And don't expect me to get all sentimental about it. She may be my mate, but I don't have to let this imprint go any further than I want to."

"Fine, deal. Whatever you say, Q. I'm sure you'll be able to resist her." Santana said rolling her eyes. The Latina looked at the clock, "It's almost time for homeroom. We need to put your face back together. The HBIC can't go out there looking like a sad raccoon."

"You're an asshole." Quinn scoffed.