A/N So here is the fourth chapter, got a little more for you. A lot happens in this chapter, and the next one actually. I mean it will be the thing to move the story forward and you discover more about Quinn's past and faberry may not interact in this chapter but you will see some faberry action. Please leave reviews, it's what fuels my writing :D
Quinn was shaking as she faced her father, "Daddy I did not mean to get mugged."
"Did they take anything or touch you?" Russell demanded.
"No." Quinn shook her head.
"Fine, go inside and say your prayers, then straight to sleep."
Quinn nodded and started to walk inside with a simple, "Yes Daddy."
"Oh, and Quinn?" Quinn turned to her father with some home that the man would say he was glad she was okay or something, but all he said was, "I don't ever want to see you associating with that little freak again."
"She's a nice girl!" Quinn said in a weak voice. She hated how she was afraid of her father, but still wanted him to be there. She loved her father, but she despised him. He used to be a good man, he was always there for her and a loving man. But then he got into Christianity and drinking, a bad combination. Now all he did was berate her, and occasionally hit her.
"You will listen." He hissed. Quinn ducked inside and hung her head as she made her way up the stairs.
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The next day Rachel showed up to the school wearing a fuzzy black sweater and a pair of light blue skinny jeans, her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was walking hesitantly to the choir room where she was supposed to meet Will to talk about last night. She hadn't had time to coordinate her outfit this morning, and looked down at her converse in disgust.
"Whoa Berry, looking almost normal." Santana said as she walked next to the small girl.
"What do you want Santana?" Rachel asked tiredly, she was to stressed to deal with insults from the latina.
"I'm just trying to be nice, considering Quinn isn't going to stop hanging around you anytime soon." Santana shrugged, Rachel peered at her and then the tears started to fall.
"Uhhhhhh" Rachel groaned, she leaned over and fell against the lockers, her hands over her face as she continued to cry.
"What?" Santana looked around to see if anyone was in the choir hall, she then leaned down and sat next to Rachel who was still sobbing, she awkwardly put her arm around the girl and tried to say comforting words.
"Quinn won't be hanging out with me anymore." Rachel said quietly, she looked at Santana who looked back at her with confusion.
"No that's not true, Fabgay has been all up in your business." Santana said, "She's been wanting to be your friend for awhile."
"No you don't get it, her dad caught us hanging out and…" Rachel went silent, she looked down at the floor.
"Her dad? You mean the crazy religious dude?" Santana asked, Rachel nodded, "So?"
"He forbade her from ever seeing me again and I think...I think he hits her. She was so afraid." Rachel whispered, she closed her eyes remembering the way Quinn was shaking.
"You think he hits her?" Santana repeated.
"I just can't shake the feeling." Rachel muttered.
"I'll ask Britt." Santana said quickly, "If it's true, we need to get her out of there."
"I tried last night but she made me leave. I went to Will...I mean Mr. Schue."
"You went to a teacher?" Santana snapped, "She's going to kill you!"
Rachel looked up at the latina who was staring at her.
"Well they are quite close, he might be able to get through to her." Rachel said with a sigh.
"How are they close?" Santana asked, narrowing her eyes, "You should've dragged her out of there, her father is a horrible person!"
"I tried." Rachel said, she noticed that Santana was still sort of hugging her and sighed, "You can let me go now."
But Santana just sat there, "I don't know what to do." She said.
"I think Mr. Schue will." Rachel said. The two girls continued to sit there both wishing that there friend wasn't in the situation.
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Normally Brittany arrived to school early so she could remember where her classrooms were. With all the things in her head it was hard to concentrate on something so feeble. She was skipping along when she bent over and screamed in pain. A vision of Quinn Fabray being pinned to the ground by a werewolf, then by her father popped in her mind. The next thing was a vision of her best friend crying with Rachel Berry.
Brittany ran to the choir hallway and saw the vision that had been in her mind. Santana clutching a sobbing Rachel, and crying herself.
"San?" Brittany ran over to them and kneeled to the ground.
"It's Q." Santana whispered.
"It's true, her dad is hurting her." Brittany confirmed.
"How would you know?" Rachel asked, "I mean, we haven't told you what we were discussing."
"I'm a seer." Brittany said, "It's what I do."
"What?" Rachel asked again.
"She's basically a psychic." Santana said, "I didn't believe it at first but my girl see's a lot of shit. It's all true too."
"Quinn got attacked last night?" Brittany asked.
"Uh…" Rachel stared up at the blonde, "Yes, mugged."
"By a werewolf." Brittany corrected the brunette.
"Wait...Q got attacked by a werewolf?" Santana demanded.
"Yep." Brittany nodded sagely.
"Britt, have you been watching the horror movies again?" Santana asked knitting her brows together, she looked up at the blonde who peered back at her with a look of sadness.
"Have you told a teacher?" Brittany asked.
"I have, we are going to talk about further action to take today." Rachel whispered, still looking at the blonde in wonder. Brittany peered down at Rachel's shocked face. She didn't like Rachel, not really. She always seemed to be to busy trying to be a star, but lately her emotions had been built more around concern for Quinn. Which was better than nothing. She looked down at the brunette and could feel the anxiety and adrenaline coming off of her.
"Okay, well I'll go too." Brittany nodded. Santana looked at her in even more confusion.
"Britt, maybe it's not the best idea for you to get involved in this." Santana said out of concern. Brittany closed her eyes, she could feel Santana's plea in her emotions, let her handle this, don't overwhelm yourself with the emotions of all the people involved, relax until you're needed. Brittany sighed, she opened her eyes and met Santana's pleading gaze with a frown.
"San it makes me sad, and being sad is stupid, but ice cream would make me feel better." Brittany said with a pout, blue eyes shining as she looked back at Santana who's face instantly contorted into understanding.
"Ice cream might help you baby, you want to come with me?" Santana held her hand out, waiting for Brittany to link pinkies with her. But Brittany shook her head. Confusion came off of Santana and Rachel both in waves as Brittany stood there with her customary blank expression.
"I want to go with Rachel though." Brittany said, Santana tilted her head.
"But so do I." Santana said. This time determination peeked through the blanket of concern as Santana crossed her arms and sighed. Santana always had a hard time refusing Brittany anything, but this time she just might.
"Brittany has a right to come if she wants," Rachel chimed in, her smile slowly taking over her tiny face, a flash of pink, meaning happiness for some reason in Brittany's mind flashed quickly and almost overwhelmed Brittany.
"She might need me," Santana hissed, glaring at Rachel, "I never said she couldn't come, but I'm not leaving her alone."
"Sannie, it's fine, I'll be okay, I really need some icecream though…" Brittany pouted this time, focusing her baby blue eyes on Santana's brown ones, "It'll make me feel better…"
This time Rachel interrupted again, "We'll make sure to fill you in on whatever is going on Santana, you will be involved still if that's what you're worried about."
Santana let out a sigh and said, "I'll go get us some milkshakes…" She turned to walk away but then glanced back at them and asked, "You want one Berry?" Her voice sounded tired and her eyes were partly closed.
"I guess." Rachel said, "I suppose I feel the need to abandon my vegan ways. A milkshake would be lovely Santana."
Santana gave Brittany one last look before nodding and turning away.
Rachel looked up at the blonde and waited. Brittany could feel the emotions coming off of the brunette. It was hard not too. It's why she hated being around Rachel. Rachel was so much in the moment and even more fiery than Santana. She had so many emotions, and not all of them pleasant that it gave Brittany a headache. But right now Brittany needed to focus her attention on the girl and get to the room.
The blonde sighed again, being an empath seer was hard. Especially now.
"Well what was that all about, and how do you know Quinn got attacked by a werewolf?" Rachel demanded angrily, she got up close to the blonde and pointed a tiny finger in her chest.
Brittany backed away, drinking in the emotions and letting them create a window into the brunette's mind. Brittany narrowed her eyes and saw that Rachel was simply overly concerned and a little shaken up.
"I know Quinn is The Slayer. I'm a seer. I saw it. I can't tell Santana right now though. Because then she'd demand to know everything and for some reason she can't. I don't know why, I just know she can't. Not yet. It would make her really sad." Brittany shrugged.
"So you're magic just like everything else in this town?!" Rachel snapped, stress coming off her in waves.
"Sort of." Brittany chewed on her bottom lip, "There's more. There is something really big coming Rachel, and I need to tell Quinn. Only The Chosen One can beat this huge thing of badness."
"Then tell her." Rachel said, she rolled her eyes.
"I'm not dumb." Brittany said, "I just like to relax and Santana taught me how. She isn't ready to see everything in this world Rachel. Not yet."
"Well, what now?"
"Let's go." Brittany walked over to the choir room where Will Schuester was sitting at his piano staring hard at the floor.
"Will?" Brittany asked uncertainly.
"Brittany Pierce? May I help you?" The choir teacher looked up in question. Rachel filed in behind her looking grim. Brittany cringed at the teacher's emotions. He was feeling cautious and trying to be gentle, just because she was Brittany Pierce, the stupid girl.
"I'm here to tell you things, and Rachel is here to talk to you about Q. You need to get her out of the house, her dad doesn't do good things. Also something is coming." Brittany recited.
"What's coming?" Will asked, staring at Brittany in shock, "How do you know all this?"
"I'm a seer, an empathic seer." Brittany sounded pained, she scrunched up her nose, "Tone down the surprise, and don't rationalize me."
"I'm sorry, you must have good control of your powers, you don't seem overwhelmed by all the emotions that people have. Most seers I know that are empathic usually can't function well around others." Will mused.
"I do." Brittany replied.
"What is this 'big thing of badness'?" Rachel interrupted.
"Ask Q, she's been having dreams, but is to afraid to tell you guys, slayers can have psychic dreams." Brittany informed the two people in the room with a frown.
"I…" Will looked at Brittany with a confused expression, "So you see thoughts or visions?"
"Visions and emotions." Brittany said, her eyes widening, "I just want to warn you. Before San gets back. She knows I can see things and have empath powers but The Powers that Be forbid me from telling her about Q yet. I don't know why, they say that it's not time. Time for what? They won't tell me." Brittany shrugged innocently, and started to twirl her curly ponytail.
"Thank you for informing us Brittany, I suppose you could sit in with us as we discuss what to do about the living situation." Will said.
"I have a presentation that will convince Quinn to move out and confront her father." Rachel fumbled with her book bag and started to pull out a manilla envelope.
"I don't know if that is the best idea…" Will stared at the brunette with annoyance. Brittany shook it off and focused on the brunette who was brimming with confidence and concern, also a dash of love.
Love? Right. Rachel was sort of in love with Q. Brittany smiled at the thought of Quinn finally admitting to the lady loving part of herself, but got sad when she remembered why...her visions were never wrong. If only she had told someone before it was to late.
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Rachel was sitting next to Brittany who was staring at her nails with a dull expression on her face. She could hardly believe the somewhat vapid blonde dancer was a seer, though if she was trying to avoid emotions it certainly explained a lot.
Brittany suddenly said, "I can feel Finn, he's totally got some blonde guy with him."
Sure enough seconds later Finn walked in with a nervous looking blonde guy. He had large lips and green eyes. His blonde hair was long and unkept. He was wearing what looked like Finn's clothes, because they were slightly too long for his body.
"Hey guys!" Finn said brightly, the other guy behind him smiled and nodded.
"Finn!" Will beamed.
Rachel smiled tightly and Brittany wasn't paying attention.
"Uh, hey...Britt?" Finn looked at the blonde cheerio then at Rachel who was seated next to her in the front row of the chairs.
"Brittany is with us, it's okay Finn." Rachel said, Brittany nodded.
"Okay?" Finn asked, he looked confused.
"She's psychic and can help us." Rachel summed up the explanation with a kind smile at Finn who seemed to understand.
"Oh cool!" Finn beamed at Brittany who smiled back happily, "I guess we have one more member of the scooby gang!"
"Right." Will said.
"Scooby gang?" Rachel raised her eyebrows questioningly at Finn who grinned and nodded.
"Yeah because we take care of mysteries and stuff, we even have a talking dog now!" Finn said enthusiastically, his smile widening.
"What?" Rachel looked confused and Brittany was smirking.
"So...anyway, this is Sam Evans. He's also the werewolf that attacked Quinn Fabray." Finn said still smiling, he gestured to the blonde guy.
"Really?" Rachel frowned, the boy looked timid and guilty, he lowered his head and nodded.
"I usually cage myself up when it comes to that time of the month. But someone grabbed me and knocked me out, next thing I know I'm being told by this woman to go out and hunt… I tried telling her no but I just changed." Sam said in a silky voice with a slight twang.
"You are aware of your condition?" Rachel asked in disbelief, "Yet you willingly attacked an innocent girl?"
"I can't really control myself when I'm in that form." Sam said as his ears turned red, he looked at the ground again, "I don't normally go around attacking girls. I don't even remember last night. I just know I woke up in this guys house." Sam jerked his thumb in Will's direction.
"What about your parents? Are they not worried?" Rachel asked.
"Uh they're used to this, we just moved here and well they have this thing where they like to leave me alone. They're sort of demon hunters. I guess they don't appreciate me being all demony every month." Sam said, he was still looking at the floor.
"Oh, I apologize." Rachel sighed, "I assumed wrong."
"She really is sorry." Brittany said, "She didn't mean to hurt your feelings, and you have no reason to be guilty."
Sam peered up at the blonde dancer with a smile, "Thanks…"
"Well as fun as this all is, I feel we need to discuss something rather important." Rachel chimed in.
She wanted to get Quinn out of that house, especially with Brittany's impending warning of doom.
"Well because I can't say for sure she's being abused, I can't do much." Will said.
"Right but Rach can." Finn looked at his friend hopefully.
Rachel stifled a sigh again. She had not seen the man lay a finger on his daughter. She was also aware that Quinn couldn't legally just move out on her own unless she reported abuse, which she would never do. Quinn was to proud. Or maybe to afraid of being weak. But it wasn't weakness, it was evil. That man was evil.
"I think we should have an intervention." Rachel announced.
"I think we should just let Q walk in." Brittany chimed in.
As she said that, all heads whipped around to see the blonde walking in looking tired. She was wearing the Cheerios uniform but it looked crooked. Her hair was down and instead of those light waves it was chaotic to look at. She also sported a large bag.
"Daddy kicked me out." Was all the blonde said.
Silence in the room as everyone looked at the disheveled blonde. Quinn's eyes were red and her skin was a pale color. She was standing with her head down and her hands clasped together, the bag falling off her shoulder.
"Why?" the silence was finally broken by a pained voice, Brittany. She looked near tears as she took in the blonde's appearance.
"He found out." Was all Quinn could say.
"How?" Will asked.
No one had moved.
"Because he knows everything, he knew it before I did." Quinn said.
"How?" Will repeated.
"Because I was with the devil spawn," this time Quinn's red eyes looked up and met Rachel's,
"so he already knew. That and my diary from over a year ago."
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Quinn Fabray age 14
Quinn knew she was different from the other people in school. She could tell because while her friends were gawking at cute boys they could never have, Quinn was busy reading poetry or writing in her journals.
Quinn was a pretty girl. She worked hard for it too. She had the blonde hair and hazel eyes. She lost weight and joined the cheerleading team. She was pretty. A lot of boys wanted to date her. But she didn't want them. No, she wanted someone else. Someone who didn't even go to her school. Quinn was just playing on Myspace when she found the pretty girl who uploaded a video every day and had a new song. She was what poetry described when it came to beauty. The brunette girl with the powerful voice.
She might have been in Cleveland Ohio but Lima was not far away and this girl was beautiful.
But it was wrong. To like a girl in such a way. Quinn snuck away to go see the girl sing in a local singing competition for the youth, and was blown away again. She demanded power and presence. Quinn knew then that she was different.
Rachel Berry was beautiful with her long brown hair and dark eyes. She had the perfect skin, and looked so pretty in her red dress and black heels. She opened her mouth and it was like she was singing for the Gods in Heaven.
Quinn never did introduce herself, instead she got back on the bus and rode home in shame. She did not know what to think. She wrote about it in her diary saying, "I think I like this girl. I don't know her, and she's not really someone I ever will know. But she is beautiful, she's hot actually. She is. I'm different and there's nothing I can do but write about it in here. This singer, this siren. I will one day introduce myself. We can be friends. I'll be normal God, I swear. But I know I'm not."
Quinn didn't tell her friends about the obsession she had with a girl she barely knew. She simply converted Rachel Berry's videos into MP3s and listened to them at night when she felt lonely and her father was done with her. He hated her. He would call her stupid and not good enough. She was good at hiding bruises though.
Soon she would find out how different she was though, as a man in a dark coat approached her and told her of her fate. She ran. She ran all the way home and cried to her mother. Begged her mother to have them move, stated that the school was promoting sinful thoughts and she needed a smaller school, a lesser known area. Luck would have it her father got transferred to Lima, Ohio. Quinn would be in contact with the girl she dreamed about. She pushed those thoughts aside and locked her journal away. She stopped reading the poetry and started to torment the girl because it helped her swallow those feelings she had.
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Quinn last night
Quinn sat on her bed trying not to cry. Being The Slayer was not ideal. She was coming home late and it was making her father angrier. He hadn't hit her yet, as if he could sense the power coming off of her. But she knew tonight would be the end of it.
She made a mistake hanging out with Berry, the tiny girl ruined everything. But Quinn didn't hate her. Quinn never hated her.
But Quinn couldn't even think about that. Because that part of herself was buried. She wanted to forget it. It wasn't so much the sin anymore as it was the embarrassment. Watching videos and making MP3's of a girl you barely knew was stupid. That and Rachel was sort of annoying, but funny. Also still beautiful.
Quinn lowered her head. She had been trying to stop those thoughts. She had almost forgotten her once intense crush on the brunette. But tonight had brought it back, almost everyday brought it back. She just never let it touch the thoughts in her mind. She focused on just being friends, because it was something. Even though the temptation was even stronger with Rachel liking her. They could have it all...but no thoughts like that were wrong.
Just as Quinn was about to get up and walk to the bathroom, her father barged in. He stared at her with disgust and hatred in his eyes. He held up a simple notebook.
"I did some reading while you were up here crying like the deviant that you are." He said coldly.
Quinn looked at the notebook in panic, recognizing it instantly.
"You liked a girl, you wrote about it and thought about her. You are disgusting like that Berry girls parents. I want you out." Russell said.
"I have nowhere to go…" Quinn said in shock, "Daddy please! It was a mistake and I have banished those thoughts!" The girl stood up and tried to wipe her tears away.
"You're disgusting, watching videos of her? Were they pornographic?" Russell demanded.
"No Daddy!" Quinn's voice sounded shrill to her ears and she tried to calm herself down.
"I want you out."
"Daddy, why do you hate me?" Quinn dropped to her knees and wrapped her hands around her father's ankles, "Daddy I try so hard to please you!"
"Disgusting." He repeated, he removed himself from the girl and for a moment looked regretful. He looked down at the girl and it looked as if he was her old dad again. The guy who would pick her up and tell her how special she was.
Instead he spit, he actually spit, on the ground.
"I'm sorry!" Quinn screamed.
"I want you gone. You have til the morning. I'm going out, your mother is sleeping. If you wake her while packing you will have to be out sooner." Russell said.
"But-"
"I will not tolerate this filth. Even if it was a long time ago, I can't tolerate it." With that Russell turned and walked out. "Oh and I change that to an hour, you have an hour. If I get back and you are here, you will be dragged out by those fake blonde locks." He said with his back to her.
Quinn watched him go, feeling the tug at her heart, she stood up, "Dad wait."
Russell actually stopped.
"I just wanted to tell you I slay vampires." Quinn replied, blinking through her tears, "So you're kicking out not just a sinner but also a Slayer."
"Crazy." Russell shook his head and finally walked away.
Quinn wasn't sure why she felt the need to tell him that. She just wanted to reassure herself she was still a slayer. She picked up her phone slid it in her pocket. She looked around her room and realized she didn't have a lot of things she wanted to keep. Not at all.
By the time she was out of the house she had a duffel bag filled with some clothes. Her cheerleading uniform and a few dresses. She slid her leather jacket on, grabbed her stake and a cross necklace, and left.
She ended up sneaking into the school and sleeping in the locker room. She even got ready there.
She hated it.
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