Sorry For Any Mistakes & For Taking A Long Time To Post, My Boo Slept Over Haha

Quinn P.O.V

She let out a sigh as she entered her house, finding her mom spread out on the sofa, a glass of champagne smashed on the floor. She walked over, picking up the shattered glass before throwing them away and grabbing the mop to clean the champagne. It wasn't anything new for Quinn, if her mom wasn't passed out somewhere with a cup of alcohol next to her then it would be unusual.

"Quinn," her mom spoke up, sitting upright on the sofa. "What?" Quinn asked, trying to rub the now sticky champagne off the floor. "Go get ready, your father is coming over to eat dinner with us tonight," letting out a sigh Quinn put the mop down and left to her room. After her father left them her mom been this asshole and this nasty person but when her father comes to visit they act like their perfect and fine without him.

She slowly closed the door behind her, leaning against it and sliding down, pulling her legs up against her chest and wrapping her arms tightly around them. She rested her forehead on her knees as she let a few tears roll down her cheeks. She didn't even know why she was crying, the loneliness that she felt just consumed her to bits until she was nothing. Until she felt like nothing. She had nobody to hold her while she cried and tell her that everything is going to be fine. She didn't like when people saw her cry but she felt like that's what needed, she needed to feel like someone cared and loved her. She never felt the feeling of being loved. She always felt that boys will give her what she needed but they never did. Finn, Sam and Puck never gave her what she wanted and that's why they never lasted at least that's what she thought at the moment. Even after those break ups she ran to one person only but now she couldn't even run into those tan arms anymore.

God Santana, fuck you, she thought to herself as more tears ran down her cheeks at the thought of the Latina.

She always thought she could run to her and tell her how fucked up she was because she knew in a way that Santana was too and that she wouldn't judge. They promised they can run to each other when they felt hurt, alone or if they just needed to cry. But it was different now. Everything is different. Quinn couldn't run to Santana anymore, the Latina was way too interested in her relationship with the blue eyed Blonde. Quinn loved her girls but it was like they weren't communicating right. Santana and she constantly fight, leaving Brittany to pick sides and of course she picks her girlfriend's side. Quinn doesn't blame her though; she loved Brittany way too much to blame her. It all felt different to Quinn now. Quinn knew she was always this mean person but when she got pregnant with Beth she felt like she had something to call hers, something she could actually look forward to living for, she felt complete with her beautiful baby girl. But now, now all she feels is the emptiness that lingers through her body and eats everything that's in its way until she feels hollow inside. Her chest just felt empty, like she didn't have a heart anymore. The only thing she felt was emptiness, pain, anger, and sadness.

She jumped at the loud banging on her door. "Quinn hurry your ass up, he's almost going to be here!" her mom yelled. Quinn got off the floor and wiped away her tears before walking to the mirror to clean the now smug make up off her face. She didn't bother changing out of her Cheerio uniform since she could already hear her father's muffle voice. She opened the door and walked out to the dining room where both of her parents were already sitting at.

They sat in complete silence apart from the sound of fork meeting the plate and John's heavy chewing. She hated how her dad chewed. Quinn tossed around the food with her fork, not once putting it in her mouth. She hardly been eating and she could already feel her stomach beg for food but she refuse to listen.

"Quinn stop playing with your food," John said with a stern voice and his finger pointing right at the young Blonde. Quinn placed the fork down beside her untouched food and let out a sigh, "Can I be excused? I'm not hungry," Quinn asked going to get up but her father's deep voice stopped her. "No, we have something we want to tell you," Quinn sat back down and looked at them with a questionable look.

"Your mother and I been noticing some changes in you Quinn," here he goes again. "You know after Beth," he stated awkwardly. He was never comfortable about mentioning it because he didn't like it, he was ashamed of it. "So we decided to move you to Phoenix to live with Aunt Sally for the rest of senior year," Judy said carelessly, placing the glass of champagne up to her lips and slowly taking a sip, her eyes never once meeting Quinn's hazel ones as she told the news. Quinn's mouth dropped in shock as she looked at both of them in disbelief.

"Wha… No… Why?" she manger to say after progressing her mother's words her voice coming out loud as she asked why.

"Because it's not healthy to be stuck in your room all weekend without eating and being depress," her mom noted, acting concern.

"Gosh mom stop acting like your so concern because that's bullshit and I can see right through your act! And I'm pretty sure drowning in alcohol isn't healthy also!" she opened her mouth to protest but the loud bang from Quinn's father hitting the table stopped her.

"Hey you listen here Quinn you're moving with your Aunt Sally and that's final!"

"I'm eighteen, you can't make me do shit anymore," Quinn spat out.

"Yes but your under my roof, my rules so until you find somewhere else to live your moving out to Phoenix," her mom hissed.

"Fucking hate you," she stood up harshly, knocking her chair down. She quickly ran out the house, ignoring her father's deep voicing ordering her to come back. She needed to leave; she needed to get away from them so she ran out into the pouring rain. Not once wanting to stop, her skin broke into tiny Goosebumps as the icy cold rain hit her bare skin. A smile crept up on her lips as she kept running she had no idea where exactly she was heading but damn she felt good. Her mind for once wasn't running like crazy instead she was just focus on how good she felt to feel the rain drops on her skins, it was almost like they caress her pale skin. Her Cheerio uniform getting drenched but she didn't care.

Once her lungs were burning and her legs ached she stopped, resting her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breathe.

She let out a breathless laugh as she noticed that she was in the woods. She sat down in the pouring rain and leaned against the tree, her body instantly relaxing. She titled her head back and closed her eyes.

After the rain stopped, snapping her out of her daze she decided to head back home. She opened her front door, ignoring her parents as she walked up to her room. She locked the door behind her and took off her soaking wet clothes before heading to the shower.

Santana P.O.V

She walked over to the crib and picked baby Trey up in her arms, carefully laying his head on her arm. "Hey cutie," she whispered as he played with her necklace, she planted a soft kiss on his forehead before sitting down on the rocking chair, rocking back and forth. She smiled softly when he grabbed her finger, tugging it to her mouth. "Nope," she pulled her finger away with a smirk. "Trust me baby, you don't want that finger in your mouth," she chuckle at her own joke and sat him up, leaning him against her chest as she rocked a little harder making her younger brother burst out laughing at the feeling it brought to his tiny stomach. Santana couldn't help but laugh a long with him at how cute he sounded. He threw his head up still laughing when Santana stopped rocking.

"Okay we better stop before you end up peeing yourself," Santana said, kissing his temple and looking up towards the door when it creep open, revealing her mother there with a wide smile.

"I tell you to bring towels and I find you here laughing at the butterflies you both get by rocking on a chair," Victoria said, the smile never leaving her face. Santana smiled innocently at her and looked back at her brother in her arms.

"Sorry I couldn't resist this bundle of joy," she chuckle and stood him up on her lap as he bounced up and down while clapping his hands. Victoria walked over to them, sitting on the leg rest that came with the rocking chair. "He's been crying for you all day," they both looked at baby Trey and smiled. "Who wouldn't mami? I'm amazing," Santana said dramatically earning a giggle from the older Latina before turning a bit more serious.

"So I actually wanted to talk to you about something," Santana looked at her with a confuse expression.

"About what mama?"

"About Quinn…"

"What about Quinn mom?" Santana asked her heart beating at the sound of her name.

"Well she stopped coming over and hanging out with us, so I just wanted to know what was up?" Santana looked down at her lap and nodded her head side to side.

"I don't know mami, we've been fighting like crazy."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know mama," Santana said, getting up and handing over baby Trey before leaving. She didn't want to talk about what happen she just knew that she had to fix things with that special Blonde.

It's going to start getting better soon I promise