Warnings for mature themes - language, sexual situations, spanking of teens, rape, self harm

Be aware of trigger warning throughout the entire story

Don't own Glee

Chapter 7

Brittany was too upset to cook dinner. She was very worried about Quinn. Pacing around the kitchen, she couldn't concentrate enough to figure out what to make, "Oh well, that's what take out is for." She sighed heavily to herself.

Walking quietly up the stairs, she entered Quinn's room first. The girl had showered and was curled up in her bed sleeping. It was apparent she had cried herself to sleep. Her hair was still damp from the shower and she was dressed in her old Cheerio sweatpants and one of Santana's old NYU tee shirts. She had salty tear tracks on her face. The girl was spooning her body pillow like she was clinging to a life raft.

The older blonde was beyond worried now. She knew her oldest daughter; Quinn wouldn't have gotten this upset about the slushy, she would have gotten pissed off and decked someone. She was too much like Santana to have let something as trivial as a slushy upset her like this.

Why would Quinn think that Finn was hurting Rachel if they were just kissing? None of this made any sense whatsoever.

The tall blonde sat down yoga style next to the bed and watched her daughter carefully. Trying to will the information out of the sleeping girl. The younger girl would jerk and whimper and then grip the pillow tightly before falling back to a more peaceful sleep. She would do this every 15 minutes or so. Brittany could tell it wasn't quite a nightmare but it was something that was unsettling Quinn unconsciously.

Just looking at her, Brittany was able to see the young, innocent, untroubled girl she used to be. When she was sleeping she looked peaceful and calm. During the day, Quinn looked tired and stressed. Like a light bulb going off, a thought, a realization suddenly clicked in Brittany's head; this dyed hair and the oversized clothes and black makeup and weird jewelry, it was a costume, like worn for Halloween. Only this costume was to keep people from getting close to her. It wounded Brittany to her core to realize it was meant to keep her mothers' away as well. She was pretending and Brittany couldn't believe it had never occurred to her until now. Santana had told her it was a normal teenage phase and she had accepted that at face value, but Santana hadn't heard her that night on the phone. How lost and afraid she sounded.

The tall blonde sighed sadly. This was all tied together somehow. She had some of the clues but not enough to complete the puzzle. Maybe San could help her put more pieces together when she got home. Brittany scowled darkly thinking about Rachel. She had some of the pieces even if she didn't realize it. Brittany was going to get the truth out of her little diva tonight.

She stood up and leaned over, kissed Quinn on the forehead gently, adjusted her blankets carefully and left the room.

Stopping at Rachel's door, Brittany hesitated. She never dealt with her children when she was angry or distraught. Realizing she was in no mood to deal with her youngest daughter just yet, she went downstairs to see if Santana had texted her back.

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Mack was sitting on a picnic table in the empty local park. It was a crisp Fall day, typical of Ohio. The wind, gray sky and hint of rain kept people locked behind their doors. She was chain smoking and thinking.

She was homicidal since school let out. Killing Hudson would be too easy, too quick, he deserved to suffer, fucking self-righteous bastard.

And Rachel, she was a piece of work. She had no idea what she was getting herself into with Hudson. Quinn had been trying to protect Rachel but she couldn't be with her 24/7. Mack tried to not care about Rachel, if she did get roughed up by that ape it was only what the selfish bitch deserved; except it would destroy Quinn.

Quinn was already emotionally falling apart. Mack knew her best friend kept her feelings hidden from the world. Since being forced to join the Glee Club, since having to face her rapist on a daily basis, since having to watch him putting his hands all over her baby sister, since being slushied daily; Quinn's armor was starting to crack. Mack had noticed how tightly wound Quinn had become, but today she actually saw the anguish on her beautiful face when the girl's mask slipped; when she hurled herself at Hudson thinking he was hurting Rachel.

Mack angrily wiped the tears off her face, "Damnit, I have to do something. I can't just watch this destroy Quinn." She was frustrated. She didn't know how to help. She had sworn to take the secret of Quinn's rape to the grave. Putting her head in her hands, she blew smoke out angrily, she had to think of something and fast.

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Lost in thought, she didn't hear Finn Hudson walk up to the picnic table, "Well, what have we got here? So tell me skank, is it true they all call you Mack because you fuck every truck driver that comes through Lima?" He said seductively in her ear.

The brunette jumped up startled and ready for a fight, her heart thumping wildly, "Stay away from me you fuck or I'll kick your ass."

He stalked her like prey, slowly and methodically as she backed up keeping him in her line of vision, "You aren't going to kick anyone's ass bitch." He said malevolently, "You and your slut friend walk around all day like you're better than me, you both look at me like you're better than me."

Mack was walking backwards slowly, as he was walking towards her slowly. She was cursing herself for being alone in the park at dusk. In school, he made her angry but now, right now, out here alone with him? She was afraid.

She glanced quickly to her right and left and thought for a split second about trying to make a run for it. He was at least a foot taller than her, didn't smoke and was a jock. She'd never outrun the prick, but then again, she wasn't about to sit still and let him rape her either. She had no doubt in her mind, Finn Hudson meant her harm.

The brunette stopped as she backed into a chain link fence. Hoping for the element of surprise and without a second thought, she made a run for the parking lot.

Finn made a desperate grab for her but missed and she heard him swear loudly. Not daring to look back and fueled by fear and adrenaline, Mack kept running. For a minute, she heard the sound of his loud footfalls directly behind her but then she heard him trip and heard the heavy fall of his body as he hit the ground hard.

"I wouldn't fuck you anyway you filthy whore, my dick would probably fall off if it came anywhere near you." He screamed after her in rage.

Mack didn't stop running until she was at least a mile away from the park and Finn Hudson.

Sitting down on the curb, breathing heavily she came to a sudden realization. Somehow in the back of her mind, she had assumed that what Finn Hudson had done to her best friend was precipitated by alcohol. He had too much to drink and lost control. She didn't know it was premeditated until tonight. It made her blood run cold and as much as she despised Rachel Lopez-Pierce, she had to at least warn the girl. She just had to do that without betraying her best friend.

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Santana walked into her home a little concerned about Brittany's text. She threw her keys in the bowl by the door and sighed in relief. The Latina loved her home and her family. It was all she had wanted her whole life; to be part of a family she could love and protect.

She called out, "Hey B, I'm home." She smiled happily when the blonde came around the corner from the living room and hugged her.

"Oh San, I'm so glad you're home." The tall blonde held her tight and didn't let go.

"Hey baby, come on now, it can't be as bad as all that." She comforted the woman in her arms, "I'm here now and what do I always say?"

Brittany sniffled softly, "There isn't anything we can't handle together." It came out muffled against the brunette's chest but she was unwilling to let go right away. It felt so safe and warm in Santana's arms.

Santana held her wife tighter and rubbed her back gently, "So how about you tell me what's got you so upset today baby."

The blonde pulled back and wiped her eyes. She took Santana's hand and led her to the living room where she explained the events of the day, Quinn's strange reaction, Rachel's evasion and her own suspicions.

The Latina was chewing on her bottom lip, deep in thought, "She's been sleeping this whole time?"

"The last time I checked she was, but that was about an hour ago."

Santana stood up and took Brittany's hand pulling her up beside her, "Come on baby; let's go talk to our oldest daughter shall we?" She had known Brittany since childhood. Santana could see how worried she was, and the Latina always trusted Brittany's instincts. She understood people better than anyone Santana ever met. If she said something deeper was happening with their daughters, she believed her. Wrapping her arm around her wife's waist, she pulled her close and kissed her temple, "It's going to be ok sweetheart, I promise. We'll figure out what's going on."

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Quinn was sitting at her desk working on homework when she heard her door quietly opening, "I'm awake." She called out, "I'm doing homework, it's the only reason I'm on the laptop." She said pre-emptively.

Brittany nodded, "It's alright honey, I never said you were grounded."

"Oh I just assumed, with what happened at school today." The younger girl said nervously.

Santana smirked, "You know what they say about assuming Q? It makes an ass out of you and me."

That got an eye roll and a reluctant grin out of her daughter, which was the tone the brunette was hoping for. Seeing how meek her eldest was being made the Latina nervous. Where was her defiant rebel without a clue?

Santana, with her years of lawyer training took charge, "Come on over to the bed Quinn and sit down. We have some questions about what happened in school today and we expect the truth."

Quinn came over and sat on the bed with her blonde mama next to her and her brunette mother sitting in the desk chair in front of her. It made her claustrophobic and she had a second of panic until she felt her mama rub her back sweetly. She looked at her and saw big sky blue eyes filled with love and concern and realized she was being stupid. She was safe and loved here. Quinn took a deep breath and nodded.

"What happened today Quinn? What's with the slushies and why did you attack Finn Hudson in the hallway?" Santana's tone was soft but she was all business and Quinn really couldn't think of a way to lie her way out of this one.

"The jocks think it's funny to throw slushies on people who are different then they are. The kids who are not popular, or are awkward looking, you know everyone who isn't a stupid jock like them." She reluctantly admitted.

Santana looked angry, "Jocks like Rachel and Finn?" She glared at her daughter, daring Quinn to lie to her.

"Mommy, please I …"

"I understand you don't want to rat out your younger sister Quinn, but this is serious. This is bullying behavior. It is unacceptable from anyone, but especially from Rachel."

Quinn said softly, "You don't understand, it's not that simple. It's the hierarchy of that stupid place."

Santana huffed out an aggravated breath, "Right, how could I understand? It's not like I've ever been a teenager in high school or anything."

"You both were popular like Rachel. I really don't think you do understand." Quinn said emotionally.

Brittany gave her wife a look telling her to cool the inquisition then took her daughter's hand, "Quinn, when you were punished I asked you specifically if you were being bullied. Do you remember? You told me you weren't."

Quinn nodded, "I swear I wasn't being bullied mama. I promise, I had never been slushied even once up till then."

The blonde looked into her green-gold eyes, "Then what changed honey?"

Quinn hesitated and it suddenly clicked in Santana's mind and a few of the puzzle pieces fell into place, "Glee Club. That's what changed. You joined the Glee Club and Rachel and Finn didn't like it. That's why you started getting bullied, isn't it?" The Latina was furious with her youngest daughter at that moment. Rachel's little butt was in so much damned trouble.

Brittany and Quinn just stared at the brunette with big surprised eyes. The tall blonde slowly turned and looked at her daughter, "Is that true Quinn?"

"I actually think it's more Finn's doing than Rachel's. She's been protecting me from getting slushied since I quit the Cheerios last year." She said softly.

Brittany felt guilt hit her like a sledge hammer right in her chest. Her baby was being bullied and it was all her fault. She felt the tears well up in her eyes.

Quinn felt her heart break at the look on her mama's face, "Don't cry mama, please don't cry. I really like singing and dancing, I do. I don't even really mind the slushies, it was just getting two in one day…." She stopped talking with her eyes wide open, she hadn't meant to say that much. She just couldn't stand seeing her mama hurting.

The older blonde's face paled and Santana roared loudly, "Two? They did it to you twice today?" She got up and started pacing the room letting out a long string of Spanish cursing, "How often does this happen to you?"

"Once a day." The teenager admitted. Her mother swore some more.

Santana stopped pacing and drilled her daughter with her nearly black eyes, "Who slushied you today? I want their names and I want them now."

The younger girl sighed, "It was Azimio Adams from the football team." She wasn't trying to protect Finn but she still felt this misguided need to protect Rachel."

The Latina was not fooled, "Azimio Adams slushied you twice today? The truth, Quinn Cordelia."

"Finn Hudson slushied me the second time." She said barely above a whisper. Quinn didn't want to open the Pandora's Box that came with talking about the football jock but she knew better than to lie outright about something so easily proven.

Brittany no longer looked guilty, she looked angry, "Rachel told us that you thought he was hurting her and that's why you physically attacked him. She said you misunderstood the situation. Why would you think he was hurting your sister? Has he hurt her before?" She leaned over and grabbed her daughter's hand in hers and forced the girl to look her in the eye, "Why does he hate you? Has he hurt you?"

There it was, the $64 million dollar question. Quinn felt like she was going to throw up. She couldn't tell them she wasn't a virgin anymore. She couldn't tell them she had lied to their faces and went to a party and got drunk. She couldn't tell them she had sex with Finn Hudson. It was too shameful. She would find a way to protect Rachel without disclosing her secret sins.

"He was kissing her roughly and she was trying to push him off, now that I think about it, I just think she was embarrassed about him kissing her like that in public. Rachel isn't like that. She doesn't do that kind of stuff in the hallways." Quinn started speaking slowly, "I was so angry about him throwing that slushy at me and Mack. When I saw Rachel trying to push him away and him not stopping, I guess I jumped to the wrong conclusion." She looked up into sky blue orbs hoping to convince at least one of her mothers, "I thought he was hurting her so I tried to get him off her. She's so little and I just snapped."

Brittany tried again, "Why does he hate you?"

"When I was a cheerleader, I wouldn't date him and it made him mad. There was talk that I was going to be the head cheerleader and he was the quarterback. He kept talking about it like it was a rule or something, like we had to be together. I guess it embarrassed him that I didn't like him or want to date him back." She shrugged, hoping that was enough.

The tall blonde was searching her face, she knew that wasn't everything but she could see Quinn closing herself off.

"Miss Pillsbury told me that Rachel covered for you when you skipped. I know that you lied to us. I'm very disappointed about that but I understand you didn't want to get your sister in trouble. I feel you were punished sufficiently for that day, but I cannot condone lying." She said pointedly to Quinn, "I want you to write lines for me, I think 500 times. Do you think that's appropriate San?"

The Latina looked at both of them, "I want you to write: Lying makes me look dishonest and untrustworthy; I will not lie to my mothers' ever again. You are grounded for two weeks, school then home and that's it. You can keep your phone, iPod and the computer though."

Quinn was astonished; lying was a spanking offense every time, it always had been. She just nodded at them both and quickly added, "Yes ma'am." When her mother quirked her eyebrow at her.

Santana said sternly, "Go downstairs, sit at the kitchen table and start writing. We are going to order pizza for dinner later. Quinn, your mama and I are letting this slide one time but if you lie to either of us again, I will personally put you over my knee and show you just what a bad idea it is. Do you understand me young lady?"

"I understand, I won't lie anymore, I'm sorry."

Brittany leaned forward and kissed her gently on the cheek. Santana kissed her daughter's forehead and waited until Quinn grabbed her notebook and pencil and headed downstairs before speaking.

"So, what did you think B?" She said.

"She's still not telling us everything."

Santana walked over and took her distraught wife in her arms, "And you can just stop feeling guilty about Glee Club right this minute. All this is not your fault. You love your daughters and you are a wonderful mother. Don't worry; we are going to figure this all out. I promise you babe."

Brittany trusted her and nodded to let her know that, "Now we have to deal with Rachel."

The Latina's eyes flashed dangerously, "Take Rachel downstairs to the den and have her start writing her side of the story. I am calling Carol Hummel and Mary Adams and letting them know what kind of gentlemen they are raising. I'll be in the den as soon as I finish my calls."

The blonde leaned over and kissed her wife softly. She needed the contact, the love she got from the brunette. This was turning into a really bad day.

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Santana hung up the phone. Carol Hummel had been appalled that Finn had been bullying people, especially Quinn. She assured Santana that she and Burt would handle the problem. Mary Adams was another story. She was outright hostile and Santana finally threatened to have her son arrested for assault the next time he threw a slushy at her daughter. The Latina had mentioned that not many college football scouts would waste time on someone who assaulted women. That had gotten her attention.

She headed to the den and walked over to B. A very nervous and pale Rachel was busy scribbling away on her notepad.

When she was finished writing, Santana made her read it out loud. When Rachel was finished, her mother stood up and crossed her arms, "I need to make sure I understand this fully. You allowed your sister to be bullied?"

"I was angry about her being in Glee Club and…. I'm sorry. I was wrong, I knew it was happening and I didn't stop it. I should have. Today was awful; Quinn looked so hurt and betrayed." Rachel broke down, crying the tears that were with her all day.

Brittany spoke up, "Perhaps it's you that shouldn't be in Glee Club if you honestly feel it is more important than your family."

Big brown eyes looked up in panic, "No, please mama, don't take Glee Club away from me. I'll make sure no one slushies Quinn ever again. I swear."

"Not just Quinn. You are the head cheerleader, the president of Glee Club; you should be using that position to protect people not bullying them." Santana said seriously, "I cannot believe that you would condone bullying anyone, let alone your sister. There is nothing more important than your family. I cannot believe how disappointed I am in you right now."

That brought fresh tears to Rachel, who hung her head and cried.

Santana walked over to Rachel and pulled her up gently by the arm, "You need to listen to me little girl, because I am very serious right now. I already talked to Finn's mom and Mrs. Adams and I am filing an injunction to have that stupid slushy machine removed tomorrow morning. I will be checking daily and if I hear even the slightest whisper of you being responsible for anyone being bullied I will pull you from McKinley High and enroll you in a private girl's school so fast your head will spin. That means you can kiss head cheerleader and Glee Club goodbye forever. Do you understand me Rachel?"

"Yes ma'am, I understand." She said quickly, grateful for a second chance.

Brittany spoke up, "In addition to the spanking you are getting, you are grounded for two months. I can't stop you from seeing Finn in school but you are not going to ride to or from school with him for those two months and you will not be texting or talking to him on your phone since it now belongs to me."

"That's not fair, I love Finn. I'm to blame for the slushies as well."

Brittany scowled, "I can't punish Finn Hudson but I can punish you and honestly, I think he has been pushing you to do things like this you don't even want to do. That worries me Rachel. I'm not saying you have to break up with him but I think the time apart will do you both some good."

"What about football games and Homecoming?" She cried desperately, "I'm the head cheerlead and I'm on the Homecoming Court, I need to be at the dance."

Santana looked at Brittany and remembered when her wife had been voted Homecoming Queen. It had been such a wonderful night. Brittany had been so happy, "You can cheer on Friday nights, but no parties after, and you come straight home. Your mama and I will talk about Homecoming but that is only if I see angelic behavior from you for the next two weeks."

Brittany nodded her agreement, "I just don't think you understand how serious this is Rachel. The only thing you're worried about is Homecoming right now?"

"I'm sorry I do understand how serious it is. It's just I was really looking forward to Homecoming." The diva said sorrowfully.

Santana pulled the desk chair into the middle of the room, "Rachel, go and get the hairbrush from the bathroom please." She said sternly.

Rachel swallowed hard and ran from the room.

Brittany hugged her wife, "do you want me to spank her San?"

"No, I'll take care of this. Would you mind supervising Quinn and ordering us food?" Santana said brusquely. She was very serious about teaching her youngest daughter a valuable lesson about bullying tonight.

The two women kissed softly, each comforting the other. They hated having to punish their daughter's but when it was necessary they would do it.

The tall blonde was walking out of the den as Rachel was coming back in carrying the wooden hairbrush. She was already crying softly, part anticipation of her spanking, part guilt and very real sadness that she had hurt Quinn's feelings and was going to be away from Finn for two months.

Brittany took her little girl in her arms and held her closely, "I love you baby girl. It's all going to be ok."

"I'm so sorry for disappointing you and mommy." Rachel sobbed genuinely.

"I know you are sweetheart." Brittany rocked her gently, "Now go on, don't keep mommy waiting." She said softly.

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Brittany walked into the kitchen and found Quinn writing her lines diligently. She sat down across from her and the teenager looked up expectantly.

"Are you hungry yet honey?"

Quinn shrugged and went back to writing, "I could eat something."

"Pizzas and salads alright?"

"Sure mama, that's fine with me. We haven't' had pizza in a while."

Brittany laughed softly, "That's because I hate feeding my loved ones that kind of junk." Quinn looked up and grinned shyly. It nearly melted her mama's heart.

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Santana had her daughter bent over her knees and was delivering a spirited lecture. She wanted the diva to completely understand. She always lectured before, during and sometimes even after the spanking when you were standing in the corner.

Satisfied that she had made her point, she reached up and pulled Rachel's shorts down to her knees, revealing white lace panties. She started the warm up hand spanking over her panties.

Rachel was no less dramatic during as spanking as she was in real life. She was already crying and apologizing before her backside was even light pink. Santana rolled her eyes as she applied crisp firm spanks evenly across the small girl's well rounded backside, "This is not even close to being over Rachel Barbra, so quit, there are no Academy Award judges here with us tonight. It's just us and I say when this is over." She placed a particularly hard spank right smack in the center of her bottom for effect, startling the diva and causing her to squeak out loud and jump.

The smaller brunette tried to muffle her cries as her mother continued at a steady pace. Her bottom was heating up and the spanking was really starting to sting a lot. After a few solid minutes that felt like forever, Rachel felt her mother stop and reach for her panties. Santana tugged them down to join her shorts in one practiced motion.

The diva flung her hand back to cover her bare bottom, "Oh mommy please, I'm sorry and it hurts so much, no more please mommy."

Santana grabbed her wrist and pulled it behind her back, adjusted the diva across her knees and continued the hand spanking at a more rapid pace. It was amazing to Rachel how much protection those sheer lacy panties had been offering. Within a minute she was crying openly and apologizing profusely.

She was so caught up in the blossoming pain in her backside, she wasn't even aware it had stopped until her mother asked for the hairbrush. Rachel was beside herself with self-pity. Unlike her older sister who always tried to maintain her composure and dignity, Rachel had no such qualms. If crying didn't work, she tried sobbing, if that didn't work, she tried begging, if that didn't work she tried kicking and squirming.

The first strike with the large wooden backed hairbrush, hit her squarely on her right ass cheek. Rachel squealed in pain and wiggled around trying to escape the next spank she knew was coming. Santana had slowed down the rhythm, making sure each spank of the paddle was slow and deliberate. She had increased the strength of her swing to about medium strength.

The second swat hit her squarely on the left cheek. Rachel's pale backside blanched white and then turned a fierce pink as the girl cried even louder. She was no longer speaking coherently.

Santana kept up with the paddling, keeping a close eye on her drama queen daughter. The girl was bucking and kicking wildly, so Santana crossed her leg over Rachel's to keep either of them from getting hurt. She increased the rhythm a bit as she delivered a firm message about the dangers of bullying one's peers.

"I'm almost done baby girl." She delivered another two minute lecture as she continued spanking evenly around the girl's cherry red backside. She concentrated fully on her very tender sit spots for about 30 seconds and then the spanking was over.

Rachel was squirming and howling in pain and if she didn't feel so bad, it would probably be funny.

Santana comforted the girl by rubbing her back and talking soothingly until the wiggling and hysterics calmed into soft cries. She helped her up and sent her into the corner for her half hour thinking time.

The diva quickly put her hand back rubbed fiercely as she sobbed loudly.

"No rubbing Rachel or do you need a reminder?"

The hands quickly dropped to her side as she started wiggling her hips and shuffling her feet trying to ease the burning in her sore backside.

"Rachel Barbra!"

All movement ceased. Santana glanced at the clock and sat waiting for the thirty minutes to be over.

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The rest of the evening had gone by quietly. Quinn did her lines, ate dinner and went to bed. Rachel was completely remorseful, barely touched dinner and went to bed as well. She knocked on Quinn's door softly.

Quinn opened it and felt her heart tug at the swollen red eyes of her sister, "Rach?"

"I just wanted to say I'm so sorry for everything Quinn. I acted like a selfish brat and I'm just really sorry and not just because of the spanking."

"Thanks Rach, I love you but please don't date Finn anymore, please." Quinn said quickly.

Rachel's brown eyes hardened quickly, "I just wanted to say sorry about the slushies. I have to go to bed now."

Quinn grabbed her arm, "Damnit Rachel, I'm not jealous that you have Finn, he's an angry guy, please I don't want you to get hurt."

The diva narrowed her eyes and looked at her sister and said softly, "I love you too, I really do Quinn. I can handle Finn, I'm fine. Besides, I'm grounded for two months. I can't see him even if I wanted to."

"I'm sorry too Rachel, I really am."

The two sisters smiled weakly at each other and both went back to bed.

Santana and Brittany came up and tucked both their girls in. The spent extra time with Rachel, letting her cry as they held her and telling her she was loved and forgiven. She fell asleep in the arms of her mama.

The blonde gently laid her down on the bed as the Latina covered her up gently and turned off the night light.

Cuddled up in bed together, Santana said to her wife, "Do you think we can get our money back? I loved the baby and toddler stage but I'm not digging this teenage drama."

Brittany snuggled closer and murmured, "Sleep now so this awful day can be over with."

The Latina kissed her wife gently and they both fell asleep emotionally exhausted.

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The next day at school, Rachel suffered through Cheerios practice with a sore ass and a terrible headache from crying so much the night before. Today was going to be miserable trying to sit down on the hard chairs all day.

Right before lunch time, a crew of men came and removed the slushy machine and Rachel was glad that it seemed like no one yet knew it was her mother who had had it removed. She was grateful for that.

Finn had glared at her all morning and she wanted to talk to him but not when he was in a mood like this. It could wait a few days for everything to calm down.

She hadn't seen Quinn and she knew her sister was avoiding her and that honestly made her want to cry. She knew she deserved it but she felt so all alone.

The diva was so focused on her internal misery; she didn't even see Mack headed straight for her. The tough punk girl pushed Rachel up against her locker and the smaller brunette hissed when her sore ass hit the lockers.

"I need to talk to you Rachel. I know you hate me and I could care less about you but Quinn is my best friend." Mack started.

"You don't need to say anything Mack; I got in big trouble last night. I will make sure Quinn is not bullied or slushied again, you either. I'm going to try to change things around here and I'm sorry you got slushied yesterday as well." She said sincerely.

That put Mack off course, "Are you high or something? Why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?"

"I don't hate you. I was awful to Quinn but believe me the bullying is going to stop. I was wrong to stand by and let it happen. You may not believe me but I do love Quinn." Rachel said softly.

Mack looked at her to see if she was acting, the girl was a great actress but she seemed sincere, "Listen to me Rachel. I ran into Finn in the park last night. He was really angry and hostile and if I hadn't run away he would have hurt me. He is an angry dangerous guy and you need to stay away from him, far away from him. I've heard rumors of him hurting other girls. Reliable rumors. If not for yourself than for Quinn. She would die if something happened to you."

"Finn has some anger issues but nobody understands him like I do. I love him and I can help him. I'm not dumping him just because he is going through a rough time. You don't do that to people you love Mack. I will take your advice under advisement."

"Jesus Rachel, quit talking and listen. You have to see that something is off with the guy. He raped a girl Rachel, she said no and he raped her. Tell me he hasn't tried to get pushy with you. Tell me he hasn't gotten angry and aggressive when you've refused to sleep with him." Mack tried again.

"I don't believe you. Leave me alone." Rachel pushed her sister's best friend away from her but deep down she was scared, a seed of doubt had been planted.

To be continued…