The next morning: Judy's Hospital Room
"Okay Mrs. Fabray,"
"Carter." Judy said interrupting the man.
"Ms. Carter, the bleeding and swelling has seemed to go down, but we're gonna keep you here for another two days to keep an eye on it. If you're okay by tomorrow, you can go home then."
"Thank you doctor." Judy said as the man walked out of the room.
Quinn's townhouse
Quinn, Puck, Mike, Sam, Matt, Brittany, Tina, Lucy, Santana and Santana's older and younger brothers, Carlos and David, respectively, were at Quinn's house about to go to the Fabray house to collect everything Quinn, Judy and Charlie owned. Santana was there to get all of Judy's things, because they are things no teenage boy should ever have to see; feminine products, undergarments, et cetera.
"Can we get this shit over with, cause this place be givin' me da creeps and I have shit to see and people to do."
"Yes, I'll be driving the moving truck, Santana you have your dad's truck right?" Quinn said.
"Yep. Britt's riding with me."
"And Luce, you got the smaller moving truck." He said and tossed her the keys.
"Okay Santana and Lucy, you both get mom's stuff. Britt and Tina you get everything out of Charlie's room, the guys and I will be at the storage to get the furniture to put in my house. When you get to my house, just drop all the bags and stuff in the living room. David and Sam, you get everything out of my room and help the girls carry everything." He said addressing everyone in the room. "I'll drive my truck up to the hospital, just in case my mom's released today. I'll have to go give the keys to Rachel, she's with my mom and Charlie."
The girls, Sam and David drive toward the Fabray house, when they get there, the nosey next door neighbor, Ms. Gladys, asked what happened and why the EMT's and Police were here.
"My boy, Q walked in on his father raping his mother and beat the living shit out of him. It took three officers to get him off. Now he's taking his mom and baby brother away from that bastard." Santana growled angrily.
"How old is the boy?" Ms. Gladys asked.
"He just turned eighteen." Brittany said.
"How do you know?" Ms. Gladys asked.
"I've known him since we were two and I'm seven months younger than him."
"And you, How do you know him?" she pointed to Santana.
"Look lady, don't be pointin' no fingers at me, and I've known Q since I was born, I'm two months younger than him." She paused. "He's not just my friend, he's my brother." She said quietly.