She was running. Her mind was fully in Flight mode and told her legs where they needed to take her. Turn right. Run two blocks then turn left. Turn left again after Blossom Ave. and run 3 more blocks. Years later she would have to remember to thank Coach Sylvester. Her training came in handy in times like these.
Quinn stared ahead at the house that had been her sanctuary for years. This two story house that held one of the two people that kept her secret, had always been there. It was a constant in her life that gave her comfort and safety. It held people who loved her like she was one of the family.
Quinn sprinted as she saw Brittany run out the door towards her. She crashed straight into her but Brittany was ready for the smaller blonde. Quickly and carefully she picked up the girl bridal style and carried her back. Quinn looked at her and tried to smile but her brain had decided she was safe and it was time for her to rest. "It's ok, Quinn, I got you. Your safe now." Quinn closed her eyes as she listened to Brittany comfort her. The inside of her eyelids got darker as she lost consciousness.
"Wake up, Quinnie." a voice called out to her. It was Rachel. Quinn smiled as she realized she must have had a dream. She could tell she was in her room as she could hear the fan she got a year ago. "Quinnie?" Quinn opened her eyes and turned to see Rachel laying next to her. Her head was propped up on her elbow and she had a mischievous smirk in place. She rested her right hand on Quinn's arm and started tracing it with different sized hearts. "Hi." Quinn whispered but she was sure Rachel had heard it.
Quinn watched as Rachel bit her lip. Her heart fluttered as Rachel leaned in closer to her ear and kissed it softly before replying, "Hi." slowly her hand moved up and across Quinn's collar bone to her cheek as she started kissing her neck. Quinn closed her eyes and moaned in approval while Rachel moved to straddle her without losing any contact. "God Rach." Quinn breathed out as Rachel's hands started moving lower to the hem of her night shirt. Her hands had made it to Rachel's bare thighs and grasped the smooth skin there as Rachel turned to kiss her full on.
She couldn't remember how much time had passed or when her shirt had made it to the floor but she was clad in her bra she wore the night before. It was all going so great. She had her girl, her Rachel, and she never planned on letting her go. They were going to be each others. Rachel sat up and smiled lovingly at her. The mood in the room had become different. It was important. Quinn knew she needed to be here with Rachel. She smiled softly at the brunette. "I love you, Quinn."
Quinn could feel her heart rate go up as it soared above them. "I love you so much– " The door had busted open and Rachel was suddenly gone. Her shirt was back on and the sudden increase of heart rate was of panic now. She turned to the door as her father came storming in. He dragged her out of bed and threw her into the wall. "This is your fault!" He screamed at her. His face was beet red and she could see the veins in his neck pushing against the skin. "I Didn't do anything!" Quinn shouted back. He walked up to her and slapped her hard with his huge calloused hand and as she fell to the floor he kneed her ribs.
Quinn fell to the floor gasping for air and clutching her chest. "They must have sensed you were a dyke! You screwed everything up! And now your going to pay for it." Quinn tried to crawl for the door but he caught her in the stomach with a kick sending her into the frame. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to her feet. "Your disgusting, do you hear me? Disgusting and shameful." He punched her in the stomach and threw her by the hair again. She fell against the wall and started sliding down but he caught her shoulder and pinned her up. "Your vile!" He punched her again. "A disgrace!" A knee to her crotch. "I hate you!" A few punches to her ribs. "You are God's mistake!" He let her fall to the ground and kicked all around her mid section a couple dozen times with more insults.
Finally he spat at her before leaving to his room where she could hear her mother yelling at him. "Your too harsh on her! I don't understand why you have to..." Her mothers voice was faded out as she was sure her father would begin on her. Slowly she wobbled to her feet. The taste of metal had filled her as she swallowed the blood in her cheek and held her stomach as she walked to her dresser. She grabbed her cell phone and made her way down the stairs only stumbling once when she accidentally twisted and bothered her ribs.
She made it out to the sidewalk. She looked straight ahead and took in a deep breath, biting back the pain it caused. It was dark out but she could feel that it wasn't incredibly late. Taking in another breath she bit her lip and started jogging. Her entire body blasted in pain but she kept at it. Her mind was foggy as her fathers face flashed between her vision. "I Hate you!"
Quinn jumped as a loud crack had jolted her awake, her fathers voice gone now. She gasped and cried out as a sharp pain radiated through out her body. She fell back onto the bed that she had been laying on. Slowly as the pain settled she opened her eyes and looked around. She was in Brittany's room and Mr. Tubbington was at her feet. He stared at her with that face that says, The fuck is wrong with you? She shook her head and started searching for her phone but it was no where in site.
Brittany walked in as Quinn was about to get up. She quickly ran over and pushed Quinn back down careful not to hurt her. "You shouldn't get up, Q. Your pretty bad right now. He actually left marks this time." Quinn quickly pulled her shirt up and stared at the growing bruises that seemed to spot her stomach and chest. "Crap..." she whispered as she thought about having school tomorrow. "What time is it, Brittany?"
The blonde took out Quinn's phone and checked the time. Quinn raised her eyebrow at the girl as she handed the phone back to her. "Britt, why do you have my phone?" Brittany glared at the cat as she explained, "Mr. Tubbington was trying to call his dealer. Bad cat." Quinn shook her head and looked at the time. It was almost 3 A.M.
Quinn sighed as she rubbed her temples. Brittany climbed in next to her and just watched her think things over. "How am I going to hide them, Britt? Coach will see and she'll ask questions and then I'm gone. There's no way I can leave Rachel again." Brittany nodded in understanding. "I don't know, Q. Oh! I can make you a cast! Then you won't be able to go!" Quinn smiled at the brilliant idea that was absolutely sure to work...right? No.
"Thanks Britt but it's ok. I'm actually thinking that maybe I shouldn't be on the cheerios anymore. I don't need it." Brittany nodded but then her eyes grew wide. "But then won't your dad get mad?" Quinn pursed her lips and nodded. "Ya I know but I think it might be time to start living my own life, you know? Cheering isn't what I want to do and it's my life, not his." Brittany smiled as she carefully cuddled Quinn's side, softly playing with the hem of Quinn's shirt. Quinn sighed as she took in the comfort of her friend. She loved Brittany. She was always so understanding.
Quinn had relaxed and was starting to fall asleep when Brittany shot up. "I got it!" Quinn yawned as she slowly leaned up to take in her friend. She was sat up with the hugest smile and finger in the air. "What do you got, Britt?" Quinn asked as she was sure this would be ridiculous. Brittany laughed at her self before nodding. "You need a makeover!" Quinn giggled as she imagined the type of makeover Brittany would give her. She expected lots of color. "What do you mean, B?" The blonde laughed again gave her a look like 'Don't you get it?' Smiled at Quinn and ruffled some of her hair. "A Makeover, silly. You know like on T.V!"
"Ok well, what would we change?" The girl stared at her for a minute. Looking at her hair and her face. "Well we can cut your hair and maybe do something to it and then we can buy you new clothes! Oh! Shopping! We'll skip school and go to the mall! We'll make you, you." Quinn smiled at her excited friend. To be honest this sounded really fun. If she was serious about taking back her own life then this is exactly what she needed. She needed to do this.
Quinn smiled at her friend who looked almost lost in all the possibilities of how to change her. "Ok Britt, lets do this." Brittany squealed and hugged her best friend tightly. "Ah! Britt let go! Ow!" Pain shot through her entire body. It was deep and excruciating. Brittany let go immediately and backed up slightly. "I'm so sorry Quinn! I didn't mean too!"
Quinn fell back and sighed. Her pain was slowly, oh so very slowly, going away. After a few minutes she opened her eyes and looked at Brittany. She was sitting across the bed covering her mouth with pure guilt in her eyes. Quinn could feel the guilt just washing off the poor girl. Quinn smiled and started giggling which made Brittany start to giggle.
Quinn shook her head as she motioned the girl over. When Brittany didn't move an inch and had the same scared expression on, Quinn sighed again. "It's ok, Britt. I'm fine. You just...startled me a bit." Quinn tried her best to give the girl her best/cheesiest smile. Brittany giggled and slowly made her way over and under the covers again.
Quinn smiled as she cuddled her side again. Brittany was always the cuddling type which made sleeping over a whole lot better. Quinn always loved contact. "We'll do this makeover tomorrow, ok?" Brittany smiled and nodded. "Ok." Quinn nodded and carefully turned off the lights next to her. She was exhausted and if she planned on spending the day at the mall with Brittany then she was going to need her rest.
The next day the two girls were walking around the mall. "Hey Quinn! Look at this dress! It's super cute, right?" Quinn watched on as Brittany ran from window to window trying to find the best look for her. "Ya Britt it is but um that's not the look I had in mind. Maybe you can get it though for your self. It'd look great on you."
Brittany smiled and ran into the store conveniently called Invent Yourself. While she grabbed the yellow and white tie dye duck dress and ran to try it on, Quinn looked around at the other styles of clothes. She had already bought a few shirts and some jeans. They were mostly band shirts and some were just different kinds of blouses and such that Quinn took a liking too. She also had her fair share of cute dresses and skirts but not as many.
Eventually Brittany came out with a new wardrobe and so did Quinn. "I can't wait for everyone to see the new you, Quinn. It's going to be awesome!" Quinn laughed as she spotted a vendor in the middle of the mall. They had a whole mess of hair dyes with a bigger selection of colors than Brittany's closet.
"Lets check this out, ya?" Quinn said absentmindedly as she pulled Brittany towards the cart. Brittany squealed as she looked at all the colors. "Look Quinn, they have chartreuse! And indigo!" Quinn smiled as her friend picked up tons of exotic colors but she already had one in mind. She had seen it quickly and knew it was the one. It screamed perfect. It was called "Tastes Like Pink" and had pink colored booze around the rim. It was perfect.
"I want this one." Quinn said as she picked up the container. Brittany walked over and smiled with confusion. "Pink? Um...Ya! But...why?" Quinn giggled and slightly blushed as she thought of the reason. "Well it happened a while ago, when me and Rachel were kids, we had stolen a few drinks from my parents cabinet." Quinn smiled at the memory of Rachel's face as she brought out the drinks from her backpack. "They were partially full but my parents wouldn't notice. They always had the cabinets stocked full. A few missing drinks weren't going to make a difference."
Brittany listened intently as she watched Quinn's eyes get lost in the oblivion of her past. "So we ended up having a few. Mind you we were only kids at this time. So you can imagine just how well we handle it." Brittany giggled as Quinn shook her head and looked back down to the small can of hair dye. She was dead set on this color. It could have been any shade of pink and she wouldn't care. The name sold it for her.
"I didn't drink as much as Rachel only because I knew one of us had to watch over the other and be the "responsible" one out of the two. So I let her drink. And drink. And drink some more. Now Rachel had never in her life ever came close to drinking alcohol. I mean she hardly went near soda as it was. So you know, she was hammered. So she took a huge gulp of her drink and belted out to the world that it in fact tasted like pink." The girls laughed as Quinn held up the can and showed off the name. "Hence my need to buy this particular color."
Brittany nodded vigorously as she grabbed the can and paid for it herself. Just one can. "Uh...Britt? I have long hair, remember? I think im going to need a little bit more than that." Quinn said as she started to grab a few more cans. Brittany hurried over and grabbed her hand before she could get any. "Nope. Lets go home now." Brittany dragged Quinn all the way out of the mall and had practically shoved her into the car.
"Geez Britt, got a hot date to get to?" Brittany laughed and shook her head. "Just with the scissors in my room." Quinn gulped and gave Brittany an incredulous look as she smiled on, completely serious. "This...should be interesting," Quinn thought as they pulled into Brittany's driveway.
An hour or two had passed since she had taken a shower and sat on a stool in front of Brittany with a pair of scissors. The girl wouldn't clue her in at all as to what she planned on doing so Quinn had nothing but to talk about other means. "So Britt, tell me what happened between you and Santana." The barber blonde had stopped cutting for a second before continuing on and sighing. Quinn could feel the mood in the girls bathroom slowly change from awkward to the pain Brittany was feeling.
"I broke things off with Artie. I love him. I really do but he's not always as patient as San is. He had left after Santana came the other night because he got mad at me." Quinn furrowed her brows as she felt Brittany cut a random piece of hair without measuring or anything normal hair stylists do. She was really hoping that this came out good. She had trust in the girl. "So, what did he get mad about though? Just because San came over?"
Brittany nodded though she knew Quinn couldn't see her. "Sorta. He was annoyed when she came over and interrupted our make out time but that wasn't it. After San had left her flowers and cat food, I had realized what she wanted. I felt really bad, Q. So I wanted to call her or go after her or something but Artie wouldn't let me go. He kept telling me it was stupid of her to come over like that." Quinn raised another eye brow as she listened to Brittany. "So I told him that I loved her. More than I could ever love him but I still loved him. He called me stupid for wanting to go back to her. So I kicked him out and told him we were done."
Quinn couldn't believe it. Artie was always so nice that she couldn't believe the fact that he called Brittany stupid. No one does that. Your an idiot if you think you can do that to Brittany. She's a very special friend to Quinn and he will most certainly have to deal with her when she gets back to school. "So does San know this?" Brittany ruffled Quinn's newly cut hair and shook her head. "No, she doesn't know. I was going to tell her but she seemed mad."
Quinn turned around in her seat and faced the tall girl. "She was hurt, B. You know she loves you so much and seeing you with him like that, like she wants to be with you, it's complete torture for her. I think if you give her time to be able to become more confident with being herself around the school and town then I think a great relationship can come out of it. Both of you just need to compromise and be patient. Ya?"
Brittany nodded and Quinn could see her pout that always formed when she was even remotely sad about anything. As Quinn smiled at the blonde to cheer her up, her phone buzzed from her pocket. "Speaking of..." Quinn had gotten a text from Santana. It was attached with a picture.
From San: Hey Q. I don't know where you are. Britts not here either. Are you with her? Anyway I felt the need to let you know that Frankenteen is hitting up your girl. Take a look.
Quinn opened the picture and was instantly furious. Rachel was leaning against her locker as Finn leaned on his arm off the wall and angled himself slightly over her. To say he looked sleazy and she looked almost dazzled would be an understatement. Quinn could feel the ridiculous overgrown hormones coming off the picture of him.
Brittany looked at the picture and shook her head. "Oh no, Q! We have to stop him from crushing Rachel with his body. She won't survive it. She's so little!" Quinn would've laughed at her friends panic but she was too peeved off. Finn Hudson wanted her girl and there absolutely no way she was going to let that happen.
"Come on, Britt. We have to finish my hair." Brittany smiled and grabbed the hot pink can of dye. As she put on gloves and started working on Quinn's hair, Quinn closed her eyes and tried to relax. "Calm down, Fabray. It's Rachel your talking about. She loves you and you love her. Finn can't get in the middle of that." She told herself this over and over again until Brittany tapped her in the shoulder.
"Ok, Q. All done. Now we wait." Quinn nodded and stood up to check it out in the mirror but Brittany stepped in front of her and pushed her down. "Nope, you can't see it until it's completely done. I think you'll like it." she said with a huge grin. "How crazy is it, Britt?" Quinn asked a bit nervous. She's never had a rebel appearance only a rebel attitude. This was a big change for her and it was definitely going to cause some stir.
An hour and a half later and Quinn came out with short, hot pink, amazing hair with some blonde splashed in there (Quinn's choice). To say she absolutely loved it was an understatement. "It's amazing, Brittany! You did a great job, thank you." Brittany smiled as she looked at her masterpiece. "Thanks, all I had to do was think of ducks and dodge ball."
Quinn shook her head and looked at the mirror. She couldn't see the connection between the two but if that's what gets Brittany to create this then so be it. As Quinn looked over her hair again her phone began to ring. She looked down and smiled as Rachel's name shown back at her. She quickly picked it up and winked at Brittany. "Hey Rach. Hows it going?"
Brittany's face lit up as she heard the brunettes name. She started dancing around the room and Quinn had to hold her laughter in and concentrate on Rachel. "Hi Quinnie," Quinn completely faced away from Brittany as she listened to the girl's voice. It was soft and calm. "where were you today? I missed you."
Quinn's chest fluttered as her lover for the girl grew just a little bit more. "I miss you too, Rae. I'm sorry I wasn't there, I spent the day with Brittany. I'll definitely be there tomorrow though, ok?" Quinn nodded in confirmation though she knew she couldn't see her. "Oh ok then. Are you ok?" Quinn's smile fell as she remembered the yellow and purple bruises that lined her body under her shirt. "Of course. I'm fine. Are you?" Rachel sighed and Quinn couldn't help but feel enticed by the small noise. "I guess so. Finn is so persistent. I've told him a couple times now that I don't like him any more than a friend. I'm just not into him but he still insists on advancing. I don't quite have the heart to tell him that he needs to stop."
Rage filled within her. Finn Hudson needs to be stopped. "Do you want me to do something about it? I can tell him to back off." Rachel hummed on the other line as she thought about it. "I don't know, Quinnie. I like being his friend and I really don't want to hurt his feelings." Brittany coughed in the back round and Quinn turned towards the girl. She was holding the fat lord himself and made sure to show that he was crushing her. The cats face couldn't have been any less enthusiastic.
Quinn giggled at the duo which had made Brittany laugh as well. "Quinn this is not funny! Its a serious matter." Quinn laughed more as Rachel huffed into the phone. "I'm sorry Rae. I wasn't laughing at you or anything. I'm just watching a cat squish my best friend. Hey um, I have to go ok but I will definitely see you tomorrow. Or well...lets just say you'll definitely see me. I love you, Rachel."
Quinn smiled as she was sure Rachel's cranks were turning in her head. "Ok Quinn, what are you planning? You can't just tell me something like that and then claim to...-" Quinn laughed as she interrupted her. "Bye Rach." she hung up and smiled towards Brittany. "Ready to play dress up?" Brittany nodded enthusiastically as she jumped up from the bed much to the dismay of the cat. As Quinn rifled through her bags of clothes she got a text.
From Rachel: Rude. I love you too Quinnie. See you tomorrow. XO.
Alright so there's another chapter =) I'm not so sure how I do on the dream/flashback part. Let me know what you guys think.
Also, I've been really trying to get quicker with these updates but life keeps getting in the way. So I know my writing style is much different in here then in my other story and I don't think ill be changing it. So just a heads up I suppose. Thanks for reading =] Reviews and comments always make me happy ;)
