A few warnings: this story deals with alcohol, drugs, cutting, promiscuity, and spanking of a minor.

In answer to a question I got: Jennifer Fabray is 17 years old, and Jessica Fabray is 15 years old.

Quinn/Rachel/Glee are not mine, but Jennifer and Jessica are. :D

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Quinn and Santana were sitting in the car outside the bus station. They were both frustrated. No one had remembered seeing a kid buy a bus ticket to New York City.

"How is it possible that no one remembers seeing a teenage girl getting on a bus in the middle of the damn night? It's Podunk, Ohio not Grand Central Station," Santana grumbled angrily. She looked sideways at her best friend, and saw Quinn looked broken. The brunette felt her stomach tighten with anxiety. Quinn hadn't looked this bad since the summer after she gave up Beth. It made Santana nervous, very nervous.

"I called the police. I thought for sure they could meet her when she got off the bus in New York. Do you know how many stops there are between here and New York City? That doesn't even include the number of stops in the city. The police are going to be waiting at the two stops in New York City for her," she shook her head sadly, "I have to call Rachel. I promised that we'd find her."

Santana pretended to ignore the crack in her best friend's voice, "We will find her, Q," she said softly, but firmly.

Quinn cleared her throat, "Yeah, I know that," Her eyes were shining with unshed tears, as she tried to stay positive.

"You listen to me, Fabray. You've had some shit go down in your life that would have killed a weaker, lesser woman. You always survive, because you are not weak. Now, your wife needs you, and your daughters need you. Pull your shit together. Because if I even get a hint that you're giving up, I will personally kick your lily white ass all the way to the Big Apple. Do you understand me?"

The blonde sighed, "What I understand is that you are a gigantic pain in my ass," she stuck her hand out blindly, and smiled softly when Santana took it, "but I love you, Santana Lopez. My wife loves you, and my kids love you. I'm glad it's you that has our back. I wouldn't trust my family's wellbeing to anyone else. Thank you for being here with me."

"Goes without saying," she said gruffly, "and, uh, you know, I love you too, bitch."

Quinn just nodded, she did know, "I need to get home, and talk to Rachel. The police said they'd call as soon as they knew anything."

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Jessica was sick as a dog. The fumes from the bus, the mingling scent of food, people, cologne, and body odors, the motion of the bus, and plain fear and regret left her feeling very ill. She couldn't shut her brain off long enough to nap, and she was exhausted as well. The bus had crossed from Pennsylvania into New York a couple hours ago, when it pulled into a rest stop. Jess went in to buy a soda and use the restroom.

She wound getting sick and dizzy, which totally grossed her out in such a public bathroom. As disgusting as it was, she had to sit on the floor so she wouldn't pass out. Jess knew she was starving, but there was no way she could keep food down right now. Leaning her head back against the cool tile wall to rest for a minute, she quickly dozed off. Jessica woke up when her head jerked forward. She was completely disoriented, and confused. Full blown panic set in when she realized what had happened. She ran from the bathroom looking frantically for the bus or any of its passengers. It was gone.

Fighting off fear, she wiped the tears streaming from her eyes on the sleeve of her jacket. She couldn't be that far from her destination. She was trying to calm down by giving herself mental pep talks. This was a minor problem. She had nothing to freak out about. She was a resourceful, intelligent person. She still had some money left. Everything was fine.

Despite her nausea, her stomach growled loudly. She decided to go into the restaurant, grab a booth, nurse a Coca-Cola, and regroup. First on the list was to find out just where the fuck she was, and how far away from New York City this backwater town was. She noticed a big map in the center lobby with a big red arrow that said, "You Are Here". It was a good start. After getting her bearings, her heart sank. It was way too far to walk, and far too expensive to take a cab. She considered hitchhiking for just a second, until the thought of what both her mothers' would do to her if they ever found out stopped her. She really was screwed.

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Rachel had finally convinced Brittany and Santana to go home. Jen was sleeping on the couch. Quinn was sitting on the large lounger in the living room, staring off into space. Rachel walked over, and sat on her wife's lap. The blonde looked up and smiled softly at her tearful wife.

"The police in New York said they would be able to pick her up when the bus disembarked in the city. They'll call us as soon as they have her. We'll fly up, and find out what upset her so much," she brushed auburn locks out of Rachel's eyes, "don't cry, sweetheart. She's fine. Listen to those wonderful instincts of yours. You would know if she was hurt or worse. I know she's afraid, emotional, and a little lost, but she is safe. I can feel it."

Rachel tightened her grip on Quinn. She laid her head on her wife's chest. The rhythmic beating of Quinn's heartbeat soothed her. Even though she was terrified, she knew Quinn was right. She always had a sixth sense about things. She would know if either of her daughters were hurt or in danger.

They were both silent for a long time. The only sound was Jen's even breathing, and the clock ticking loudly on the wall. Each of them was deep in their own personal thoughts.

Rachel spoke first, "Jennifer wanted me to wake her up for school in the morning, if we don't hear anything tonight. I think I should just let her sleep in; it was after 4 am when she finally fell asleep. If she really wants to go to school then, I can always drop her off. What do you think, angel?" she whispered.

"I think she gets this crazy drive for perfect attendance from you," she teased lightly; "I know it's not something she inherited from me."

Rachel smiled, and smacked her abdomen lightly, "Right, since perfectionism isn't a Fabray trait at all."

Quinn reached down, and entwined her finger's with Rachel's, "Just let her sleep in. If, I mean when the police call, we are all going to fly to New York to pick her up. I don't want to have to make any unnecessary trips. This has been pretty devastating for everyone. If she wakes up and really wants to go to school, we'll talk about it then," she leaned forward, and kissed the top of Rachel's head, "Why don't you try to take a nap? The phone is right here next to me. I'll wake you as soon as they call."

"I don't know if I can. Our baby is out there somewhere, all alone. I'm just so worried about her," her voice was thick with unshed tears, "I can't shut off my crazy brain. What is New York was just a smoke screen, what if she's headed somewhere else? What if…"

Quinn cut her off gently, "Shhhh, baby. Just close your eyes, and try. I'll hold you. The girls need you, Rach. I need you. Please, just try. I'll wake you as soon as I hear anything at all."

"I'll try."

"I love you, babe."

"I love you too, angel."

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The communal phone rang in the college dormitory. It was always ringing, night and day. It was very distracting.

"Hey Corcoran, the phone is for you. She says she's your younger sister!" Someone yelled down the hallway loudly.

Beth looked up from her laptop, puzzled. She saved the document she was working on, and went into the hallway. Beth Corcoran was nearly 24 years old, and in her senior year of college studying biology. She had no desire to be part of the family lunacy that involved Broadway and musicals. She was smart and serious, and resented the beauty she inherited from her birth mother. Scientists who were gorgeous were at a distinct disadvantage. Standing taller than Quinn, at about 5'8", she was clearly athletic, she had the hazel eyes of her birth parents, ash blonde hair, Quinn's intelligence, and Puck's propensity for trouble. She was focused and driven, traits she learned from her mom, Shelby. She had inherited Puck's wicked attitude and sense of humor, and Quinn's bitchy sarcasm. It was a pretty good mix, for the most part.

She picked up the receiver that was just left hanging unattended, "Hello?" she answered curiously.

"Hey Beth, It's Jess. Sorry to bother you so early in the morning."

"Hi, cupcake! Maybe you consider this early in Ohio, but I've been up for hours already," She teased.

"Ugh, quit calling me cupcake," Jessica whined.

"Sorry, childhood nicknames stick forever, little sister."

"Yeah, sorry about the little sister thing. I wasn't sure what to say when they asked who I was."

Beth frowned at the phone. Jessica sounded off, and why was she calling on a school day, "Well just saying Jessica Fabray would have worked. I mean, I don't care; technically you are my younger sister. It just threw me off for a minute. Being Aunt Beth is weird anyway. Are you ok, what's up?"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. I was thinking of coming to New York on break with a friend. I wanted to get Puck's phone number from you," Jess answered overenthusiastically.

"Uh huh, Quinn has Puck's number. Why don't you get it from her?"

"You know how mother-daughter stuff goes, I'm not exactly speaking to her right now," Jess cringed; it even sounded lame to her.

Beth was even more convinced something was wrong, "I'm happy to give you Puck's number, but it won't do you much good. He's in Vegas with Sam Evans. They are playing some gig for the next 6 months together."

Jess audibly groaned, "How about Kurt?"

"He's in Paris."

"Mercedes?"

"She's still in Los Angeles."

"Tina?"

"No idea where she is, but I don't have her phone number if I did."

"Shit," Jessica swore softly.

"Alright cupcake, give it up. What's going on, the truth this time," Beth said sternly.

Beth sounded a lot like her mom over the phone, and that made Jess a bit nervous. She was trying to think of a graceful and believable way out of this conversation. She hesitated a moment too long.

"You know what, fine. I'll just hang up and call Quinn and Rachel. I'm sure they'd be happy to tell me what's going on with you."

"Beth, wait! Please, don't do that," Jess said panicking.

"Then you need to start talking to me, Jessica. Where are you? It's loud there."

Jessica sighed, and filled Beth in about running away from home, missing the bus, and being stuck hours away from the city. She started to cry softly, "I can't call mom, and mama. I'm sure they hate me."

"They don't hate you. Take my word for that. They are going to kill you, but they definitely don't hate you," Beth was both filled with compassion, worry, and anger for the younger blonde. She had grown up with Jennifer and Jessica around. Shelby was Nana to them both, and the families were close. Beth had known all her life that Quinn was her birthmother, and Rachel was her older sister. Shelby was a strict mother, as Quinn was. Beth had done her fair share of rebelling to her mom's rules growing up. Her mother's left hand was made of steel, and Beth often had the sore ass to prove it. More times than she even cared to remember. She certainly could relate to teenage drama. Jessica's temperament was much like Beth's, and very unlike Jennifer's. Neither Jess nor Beth had ever learned when to keep their mouths shut, while Jen had always been the golden girl who rarely got in trouble. Even though she was nearly 8 years older than Jess, they had always been close.

"Hey, calm down cupcake. I'll come pick you up. I need the address of where you are though," she said softly and warmly.

"You will?" Jess's voice shuddered.

She sounded so broken; it nearly broke Beth's heart. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, "Of course I'm coming. We're family, and we always will be. I take it you don't have a cell phone with you?"

Jess wiped her runny nose on her sleeve, "No, I'm on a public pay phone. I didn't even know they made them anymore. Hang on, there's an address on the phone."

"Hang on; I have to grab a piece of paper, and something to write with. DO NOT HANG UP THIS PHONE! Do you understand me?" Beth threatened lowly.

"I won't, I swear. I have no one else I can call," she started to cry again.

Beth was reluctant to walk away from the phone. She gestured frantically for something to write with at one of her friends walking down the hallway. She was relieved when he came back with a pen and notepad, "Ok I've got a pen and paper. Give me the address," she scribbled it down, and then read it back to Jess.

"I want you to sit down in that restaurant, and stay put. Don't talk to strangers, and don't wander around the rest stop. Do you understand me, Jessica?"

"Yes, mother!" Jess sassed.

Beth huffed indignantly, "You better be very grateful I'm not your mother right now, cupcake. It's going to be hard enough not beating your ass when I get there. Do you have something to write with? I want you to write my cell number down. You call me every hour until I get there, and check in."

"Beth?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. I'm sorry for being so much trouble," she practically whispered.

Beth closed her eyes, as her heart clenched. She couldn't remember a time Jess had ever sounded so lost, and defeated, "You're not that much trouble, cupcake. We'll figure everything out, you and me. Just do like I said; stay in public, don't wander around, and check in every hour or so."

Jess sighed gratefully, "I'll do that, thanks Beth. I love you."

"I love you too. Just hang on, I'll be as soon as I can," Beth hung up, and ran back to her room to change. She debated on taking a shower, but was too nervous about leaving Jessica alone that long. She grabbed her cell phone and hit speed dial.

"Good morning, darling."

"Morning, mama, do you have a minute?" Beth inquired.

"I always have a minute for you," Shelby answered quickly, "Did Quinn call you?"

"You know about Jess?"

"I was on the phone with Rachel last night. She was an emotional wreck to say the least," she was seated at her table drinking coffee.

"You didn't go into school today?"

"No, I called off today. I wanted to stay at home, and by the phone. Just in case."

Beth nodded, "I just got off the phone with Jessica. She was pretty upset herself."

Shelby instantly sat up straight, "You did? Where is she? Is she safe? What happened?"

"Mama, relax she's fine. The bus made her sick, so she got off the bus and missed it when it left for the city. She's at a rest stop a few hours out of the city. I'm going to pick her up. I figured Quinn or Rachel had called you. Can you call them, and let them know she's safe. I don't have time. I want to get on the road as soon as possible."

"Swing by and pick me up. I'll go with you," Shelby said with finality.

"I'm not sure that's a great idea," Beth said carefully. Shelby could be so stubborn, and she didn't want to argue with her this early in the morning.

"And why would it not be a great idea?" Shelby answered flatly, "I am her Nana, and she has scared us all to death."

"That's exactly why, mama. She's a scared little girl right now. She needs a friend, not a parent or grandparent. I can tell she feels really guilty, and she thinks Quinn and Rachel hate her."

Shelby scoffed, "That's utter nonsense. What she needs is an old-fashioned spanking. I told Rachel years ago she was spoiling those girls. Besides, her mothers' could never hate her."

Beth rolled her eyes, "Well, whatever she needs, I want to go alone. I want a chance to talk to her in private. I think I have a better chance of getting her to open up alone, than with her Nana in the car. Don't you?"

"I suppose you're right, darling. I don't like it, but I do see your point. Bring her straight over to my house when you get back, though," Shelby reluctantly conceded, "Call me as soon as you get there. NO talking on your cell phone when you're driving."

"Yes, mother!" Beth sassed automatically, cringing when she realized how young and snotty she sounded. Not only that, but it was embarrassingly the same smart ass line Jessica had used on her earlier.

"I beg your pardon?" Shelby said sternly.

Beth cleared her throat, hating how her mama made her feel like a naughty child so easily, "Sorry, mama. I'm just anxious to go get Jess. She sounds so fragile, and upset."

"You're forgiven, just watch your tone," Shelby reminded her gently, "I'll call Quinn and Rachel. Please drive carefully, Beth. I know you are all grown up, but you are still my baby."

"I always drive carefully. I have heard the lecture from Quinn, Rachel, and you about the dangers of distracted driving numerous times. I will be fine. I love you, mama."

"Love you too darling."

Shelby hung up the phone, wondering how the years had passed so quickly. She sighed, as she picked up the phone to call her oldest daughter.

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The New York police had let Quinn know that Jessica had not been on any of the buses from Ohio to New York City yet. The mood in the house was grim. Jennifer had gotten up, and moved up to her bedroom. She was actually glad not to be in school, she was too worried to think straight.

Rachel was cleaning; she did that when she was nervous or upset. Quinn was in her office, cancelling all her appointments for the next few days.

Santana and Brittany had both checked in by text. They didn't want to tie up the phone line. Rachel had called her mother last night and filled her in with what details she knew.

Today they were all just waiting, and worrying.

Jennifer was lying on her bed staring at the ceiling. She was still tired, but couldn't go back to sleep. Her cell phone buzzed, and she curiously looked at it. It was her best friend, Brianna from soccer. Actually they were more than friends, but she was terrified of her feelings for Bri. Even more terrified of her mothers' finding out she was probably gay. It had freaked her out big-time when her mom had guessed that as her secret. She wasn't sure why she had denied it. It was pretty apparent her parents wouldn't have any problem with it. Jennifer just wasn't ready to talk about it yet. She hadn't even told Jessica. She glanced down at the text.

? u sick 2day?

She smiled at her phone. It was nice that Brianna was worried, she quickly texted back.

not sick ~ family drama

Jen waited for the Brianna to respond, pleased that it only took a second.

:(

The first text was quickly followed by another text from her secret girlfriend.

Want me 2 come over after skool?

I can bring homework

I can kiss it and make it better, boo boo xoxo

Jennifer smiled and texted back quickly.

Call first. Jess ran away. I would love 2 C U

Brianna's response was immediate.

shit sorry anything I can do?

Jen wiped tears from her cheeks.

just be there for me 3

Jen knew what Brianna's answer would be, before she got it. It still made her feel better to see it.

3 ALWAYS 3

love u talk 2 u ltr

Jennifer felt immediately better.

love u 2

She was still staring at her messages when she noticed her mama in the doorway. She smiled at her trying to be comforting, "Have you heard anything?"

Rachel looked at her oldest daughter sadly, and just shook her head, "I was hoping that was her texting you."

"No, it was Brianna. I wasn't at soccer practice or school. She was just checking in."

"She's a lovely girl, and it seems a very good friend," Rachel said vaguely, distracted.

"Can I help you clean or anything, mama?" Jennifer was desperate to make her mothers' feel better.

"Nothing actually needs to be cleaned, sweetheart. I'm just trying to stay busy. You can help if it will make you feel better, but I don't need anything done. Thank you though, my love," she smiled sweetly at her oldest.

"Ok, I'm just going to hang out up here then. You'll let me know the minute you know something?"

"Of course I will. You should come down and at least have some toast or cereal. You can't stop eating, you'll get sick. I'll make some oatmeal and toast. Please come down and eat."

Jennifer doubted she could eat, but if it made her mama happy, she would try. She smiled positively, "I'll be down in a few minutes. I'm going to take a shower first."

"Good girl!" Rachel said as she turned to go downstairs.

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Quinn, Rachel, and Jennifer were sitting around the table pushing food around their plates when Rachel's cell started playing Defying Gravity loudly.

Rachel looked at the screen, "It's Shelby. I'm going to take this," She got up from the table, as she answered the phone.

Quinn and Jennifer were startled by Rachel's loud cry. Both blondes jumped up from the table.

"Rachel, what?"

"Mama, what is it?"

Rachel turned towards here wife sobbing. She silently handed her the phone. Quinn felt her heart beating out of her chest.

"Shelby?" she said hesitantly.

"I'm sorry, Quinn. I should have called our phone. I wasn't thinking properly. Jessica called Beth a little bit ago. She's stranded at some bus stop a few hours out of the city. Beth is going to pick her up, and bring her to my house. She said she was fine, but very upset."

"Oh thank God," she cupped the phone and turned to Jennifer, "she called Beth, she's fine."

Jennifer sighed, and sank back into her chair.

"She thinks you and Rachel hate her," Shelby said softly, "what happened?"

"That's crazy; of course we don't hate her. She snuck out on Brittany, and got caught by Santana. I was upset and angry, too angry to punish her. I sent her to bed to think. I went in to check on her, and she was gone."

Shelby sighed, "Teenagers! Who knows what goes on in their head? I'm not sure I knew even when I was a teen."

"Thank you, Shelby. Thank you for calling us right away. I'm going to call the airline, see if we can get on standby and fly out right away. We'll be there as soon as we can get there."

"Alright, Quinn. Tell Rachel I'm sorry for upsetting her further, and give her a kiss for me. I'll see you soon."

The two women hung up.

Quinn took Rachel in her arms, "It's going to be alright, babe. Beth went to pick her up. They are going back to Shelby's. You'll have her in your arms soon, I promise. I'm going to get online, and try to get a flight out tonight," she turned to her oldest daughter and whispered, "take care of mama for me. Can you text your Aunts, and let them know Jess is safe?"

Jennifer nodded quickly, "I will."

Quinn kissed her on the head, "thank you sweetheart. Take care of mama until I get back."

Jennifer got up and hugged her mama tightly, "Let's go sit in the living room, mama. I'll clean up the kitchen when mom gets off the computer."

Quinn watched them go. She was a therapist, but she had no idea how to handle this situation with her own 15 year old daughter. She was going to get answers though. She was going to get them today if possible.

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New York trip coming up! Please review.