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Quinn POV

I should have known this was going to happen, I should have looked at my text messages earlier. Dammit! I told myself. I would not be going back to school tomorrow either, and I was going to give Emily the choice of whether she went back or not. I needed to talk to Santana; maybe she would stay could come over tonight and help us move. I think she'd do that. She could sleep over, and then I could help her get ready in the morning for school again.

I dug my phone out of my pocket and opened a new text: Hey S, are you doing anything tonight?

Her reply came nearly instantly: No, need something? Want me to come over? I will, we need to talk.

I sent back: I know, I'm sorry I didn't see your text earlier, yeah, come over.

She told me she'd be here in ten. I couldn't help myself when I started to cry. The emotional pain of it all. Will I be able to take care of my sister? Will I be a good step-in mother? How would we cope? 'Stop' I told myself, 'we are going to be okay.' A thought came to mine and I tuned my head to look at the bathroom. Thinking it over, I walked to it, walked in, and closed the door.

Under the sink was where I stashed my razors. I grabbed a cloth and some more gauze. Looking down at the scabs from earlier today. I smiled and sighed when I dragged the blade across the soft flesh of my skin. Maybe it wasn't the best emotion, or the best way to bring it about, but it was something to feel when I felt like I couldn't feel anything. I cleaned it, hissing while I did, and wrapped it in gauze.

A knock at the door signaled Santana's arrival. Cleaning quickly and stashing, I ran to the door. Opening it, there was Santana, wearing black sweatpants and a gray tank top. "What's up Q? She asked me, somewhat playfully.

"You should help us move really quickly tonight, I know I didn't tell you, but I was hoping you would anyway." I gushed, watching her face. "Chill, Q. of course I'll help. But what about school? What the hel-heck happened there?" she asked me, catching herself on the swear word that nearly made an appearance; she did for Emily's sake, who sent her an adorable glare. "You know sweet cheeks" Santana started, talked to Emily, "You're so cute, that when you glare at someone, especially me, it's hard to take seriously. I just think it is downright adorable. Now I didn't really get greeted. Where did my hug go?" Santana asked playfully, pouting her bottom lip to keep up the act.

Emily's glare disappeared and her face now adorned an ear-too-ear smile that lit up her eyes. She bounded over o Santana who pulled her up and swung her around like an airplane, running around the hotel suite. Santana sat down on one of the beds, cuddling Emily close to her. I looked at them, happy that they had a relationship. I had known Santana for so long, and it was great that it was like this. Santana looked at me.

"What about school?" she asked me, Emily looked up, worry in her eyes. "Does someone know? What happened? Sanny? Sissy? Are they gonna take us away?" she asked frantically. I placed myself on my knees on front of her, and looked into her eyes, which softened nearly immediately. She searched mine, and I searched hers, she reached forward, and I picked her up. I began to explain, wandering aimlessly around the suite, forgetting Santana's presence, "The police went to my school today, that's all baby. I don't know why they didn't talk to me first though, it just worried some people." She looked up, and searched me again.

Santana POV

I let go of Emily when she reached for her sister. I watched Quinn pick her up, and walk around with her, cradling her in her arms. She began to walk around, assuring her of what happened, calming her down. Their relationship was incredible. They were both astonishingly smart, and Emily was supposed to be the annoying little sister, but she wasn't. When Quinn turned around with her and looked at me, I could see the tears in her eyes, she tried to not let fall.

"How about we go move into the new apartment," She exclaimed, trying to sound enthusiastic; it worked on Emily, but Quinn and I never played emotional charades very well: we always just saw right through each other. Emily bounded excitedly out of her arms, and into the bedroom to pack her duffel bag. I walked over to her, and embraced my small, blonde friend, allowing her to finally release tears that she'd probably been holding back for a while now. I offered to pack the kitchenette and what of the suite wasn't the bedroom.

Quinn POV

Santana's hug felt amazing. Not in the way that I liked her and I loved the way she hugged me, no; I'd needed a hug, and she had come at just the right time. She'd rubbed my back, and then offered to pack anything outside of the bedroom. I walked to the bedroom and immediately into the bathroom to collect my tools. Then into the bedroom to my duffel bag. We were done in ten minutes.

After checking out, I took Emily and Santana followed behind us to the apartment. I snuck looks in the rearview at Em: she looked sad, a few tears slipped down her cheeks. "Hey" I said, catching her attention, "We are going to be okay. I want you to talk to someone if you feel sad or angry, and I don't ever want you to hurt yourself. I don't want you to take this the wrong way, because you're a little young to understand that concept. But I want you to talk to someone about what you're feeling ok?" she nodded, looking at me with sad eyes. "You talk to me, or Santana, or a teacher, or someone you trust ok?" she nodded again, looking a little happier.

I pulled up outside of the complex, and got out; Santana came over and pulled Emily out, squeezing her tight. "You ready munchkin?" she asked playfully, Emily gave her another adorable glare. Emily took her hand and they followed me to the door to our new apartment. I stuck the key in and turned it, walking into the beautiful entryway. Emily bounded forward, running through the apartment, inspecting it. Santana and I laughed at her excitement. I heard her squeal and tell me which room she wanted. Finding her, I realized it was my room that she wanted. "Nuh Uh!" I argued playfully, "This room is mine!" she pushed me playfully, and I grabbed her, throwing her on the bed and climbing on with her. We jumped on the bed, and laughed; we laughed as loud as we could. I watched her struggle to pull Santana onto the bed and we all jumped for a marvelously high few moments.

There was a knock on the door. We all got up and went to see who it was. "I'm sorry, did we disturb you? We were having a tickle war and we really didn't mean to be so lou-." I stopped, after opening the door and seeing the man standing there. "Mr. Schue?" I asked. I was looking at my teacher. I felt little hands grip my belt loops, shyly standing behind me. We looked at each other for a moment before he spoke:

"Um, hi, Quinn? Are-are you moving in?" he inquired, stammering a little. "Um, yeah, we are, me and my sister" I pulled her up, pressing her to my chest. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her cheek against mine, so she was looking at him too. "We couldn't bear to um-move…back into that…house…it was…too much" I told him hesitantly. "Um…wha-what are you doing here?" I asked, a little confused. "I live across and to the left" he explained. "Hi sweetie" he said looking at Emily, who shrank a little into me, "I'm Will, I teach glee to your big sister." She stayed quiet, I bumped her a little, "Ni-nice to meet you. Would you like to come in for hot chocolate?" she asked sweetly.

I stepped aside to let him in. He smiled at Santana, and I closed the door, putting Emily down, I patted her bum, "Go get ready for bed babe." I looked at Santana who stuck her hand out to Emily, leaning over, "Come on squirt" she said affectionately. Emily trotted over to her and I took a seat, motioning to my teacher to do the same. Emily looked back at me.

"Do I have to take a bath?" she asked, whining a little. "Yes" I told her, she never asked that, but I just assumed she was tired.

"But I don't wanna!" she whined pouting her lip. "But you will," I declared and she tromped off.

"Love you" I told her. "I love you too" she told me, I could feel a 'but' "but it doesn't mean I like you right now." There it was. I heard Santana chuckle loudly and follow her into her room and into the bathroom. I bowed my head and shook it, eventually shaking it in sorrow, ready to break. Mr. Schue promptly came over and sat down; pulling me into an embrace that didn't feel wrong or awkward. It surprised that. I cried into his shoulder. When Santana came out, I apologized to Mr. Schue and excused myself to bed.

Santana POV

I left Emily in her room to dress. I watched Quinn walk away to bed, her eyes red and puffy. "So, you know" Mr. Schue asked me, I looked at him, surprised and sorrowful, I nodded my head. I was about to say something when Emily bounded out of her room; she stopped short, no doubt looking for Quinn. "Where's sissy?" she asked me. "Sissy had a long day" I told her, walking over and kneeling in front of her, "She went to bed, and you are about to, so brush your teeth and get into bed." She nodded and skipped away. Mr. Schue left his phone number and a note. I said goodbye and closed the door after him, locking it.

I walked into Emily's room and saw her sitting on the bed, clutching her bear and on the verge of tears. I picked up m pace and folded a leg under me as I sat on the bed, letting the other one dangle. I cupped her cheek in my hand and spoke softly to her, "Hey hon, what's wrong?" I asked her, trying to be as soft as possible. "I keep thinking about that day" she told me, barely audible. I took a deep breath, she continued, "Daddy, h-he locking me in my room, and then he went downstairs. I was crying and I heard…" she trailed. Her voice went high and the tears began to flow. I held her tiny hand in mine

"I h-heard yelling a-and sc-screaming and cr-crashing. I heard a really l-loud b-bang, and th-then more l-loud bangs. A-and then i-it was o-over." She sobbed and crawled up to the head board of the bed, and pulled her onto my chest; I hushed her and rubbed her back, cooing to her. This is the way we fell asleep.

Whoa, deep right? Sorta…not really

Did you like the Santana/Emily-ship that happened?

Different POV right? Or did I do that in the last chapter? Should I stick with just Quinn, or do you want more?

Should I try doing something in Emily's POV?

Please critique, I build my writing on what you say, for instance, would you like longer chapters? Haw far in depth do you want me to go? Should I map each conversation for you?

Should I even change anything?

Anything any of you WANT to have happen?