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CHAPTER 10
For the first time in her life, Rachel wasn't eager to go back to school and walking through the crowded hallways made her quite uncomfortable, despite her own motto to live for the crowd. She didn't like the school ground, not after what happened with both Quinn and Finn and she couldn't wait for the year to be over, so she'd be one year closer to New York and Broadway. She kept her head low as she walked to her own locker, she didn't want to meet anyone's gaze and keep a low profile as much as she could, she would even go invisible if she could. But her wishes were quickly thrown out of the window when she heard the familiar loud laughs across the hallways, a group of 4 football players was coming her way carrying two cups of red slushie and she wasn't surprised when she spotted her tall ex behind with a smug grin on his face.
"Welcome back RuPaul" Dave scoffed and threw both of his cups at her face, watching the red drink drip down her hair on her forehead and down to the front of her argyle sweater. "Enjoying your welcome party?" he laughed stepping aside, letting his other teammates throw the contents of their cups at her and showering her with the same cherry beverage, the harder one to wash away from her hair or clothes.
"Look at her, guys, she isn't even talking back. Such a good girl, should have done this before when I had to shut her up." Finn laughed with the other players, thanks to his taller frame he poured the two cups right on top of her head enjoying the sight before him. Rachel Berry, covered in slushie and sobbing like a baby. "This teaches you a lesson for breaking up with me." He pressed her back into the locker and leaned against her, his face inches from hers as he stared into her puffy red eyes. "But if you apologize nicely, I might consider taking you back and pretend nothing ever happened; as long as I get something back, of course."
"Hey! Take your hands off her, jerk!" A familiar voice broke the exes staring contest, Rachel couldn't be more relieved to hear Quinn's angry voice echo in the hallways, fast footsteps approached them until she was pulled into a warm and safe embrace. The one she had silently pleading for since the blonde had confessed her feelings for her. "Are you okay, Rach?" The soccer player whispered in her ear, but she couldn't voice her appreciation so she just nodded and buried her face against the taller girl's neck, who wrapped her arms tightly around her.
"Figures, miss highly and mighty Fabray comes to the rescue!" Finn gritted his teeth and balled his hands into fists each side of his tall frame, the other football players stood back not really craving for a confrontation with the blonde girl but they couldn't exactly run off like chickens. "She lured you back in with her desperate eyes and some stupid presentation? Or maybe she finally chose to spread those legs for good?"
"Stop talking now Hudson or you are going to regret it." Quinn stood tall and angrier than she had ever been before, her grip on the sobbing brunette tightened visibly comforting her and, at the same time, keeping herself from lunging forward to punch his face.
"Oh please, don't tell me you are really going to put up with a selfish and conceited girl like Rachel. She can't shut the fuck up and she can't even use that mouth for a good purpose." He smirked and looked at his teammates who just gave him nod in approval. "I bet we'd make a better couple, we'd rule this school and I'd even let you have fun with your ladies, as long as I can join."
"I highly doubt you can keep up with one girl, let alone two. I heard nice stories about the Mailman and the 1 minute and half you lasted with Santana, or was it just 30 seconds? Must be a personal record. Doesn't surprise me, given your football skills." She laughed loudly and with the corner of her eyes she spotted Brittany approaching, she slowly moved the shivering brunette into the tall cheerleader's arms who nodded toward the bathroom. She knew the diva would be in capable hands.
"Shut up Quinn. I am not a disgusting rug muncher like you are, but I bet you have never been with a real man." He stepped forward and towered the blonde girl who was totally unaffected by his threat.
"You define yourself as a real man?" she raised an eyebrow and jumped to the side as he lunged forward, her elbow raised to smack against the back of his head sending him face first into the slushie puddle on the floor. "A real man would never hit a woman nor hide behind a slushie because he is too chicken to deal with a breakup." Quinn grabbed his head and turned him on his back before slamming her right hand into his nose, feeling the bones in her hand crack but she would have dealt with the pain after she was done. "You are just a pathetic coward." Straddling him, she threw punch after punch at him before she was thrown on her back and it was his turn to get few good punches at her face. She tried to dodge some but some still landed on her cheeks and eyebrows, cutting them.
"Not smirking anymore huh?" He yelled at her before she butted her head against his face, sending off her so she could gain her breath and recover from the punches she had just received. She stood on trembling legs, she used her hand to wipe the blood off her eyebrow and dodged another punch aimed at her head; bending one of her legs, she kneeled him hard in his groin watching him stumble back holding on his lower regions. "You fucking bitch! What the fuck are you doing? Keep her fucking still." He yelled at the three guys who moved behind the girl, holding her shoulders and arms as he got back on his feet and took advantage of outnumbering her.
"That's the only way you can beat me, you are just a fucking chicken." Quinn tried to slip out of their grasp, but she couldn't because of the pain in her face and stomach, her head was throbbing and somehow she knew, the worst was to come yet. She felt the first blow take her breath literally away, her lungs burnt as he kept throwing punches at her tensed stomach and she couldn't even crouch down to avoid his blows; she could feel the pain radiate in her body, her head throbbed and her senses were blurring until someone ran down the hallways tackling the boy off her.
"Try and take it out on someone like you, asshole." Sam kept him pinned to the floor as she felt Puck's arms around her, scooping her up into his arms after freeing her from his teammates' grip. She couldn't be more relieved of seeing her best friends, that was her last though as she closed her eyes and succumbed to the darkness.
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When Rachel rushed into the nurse's room, she didn't expect the blonde would have been beaten so hard by her ex; the girl's usual pretty features were replaced by a swollen eyes, dried blood on her eyebrows that were both cut and her bottom lip was split right in the middle. But the worst had yet to come. The nurse Roberts had raised the soccer player's shirt, exposing the bruises all around her ribcage and toned stomach, she could still make the outline of her defined abs under the reddened and swollen skin. She couldn't help but gasp in horror, the blonde didn't have to come to her rescue and face her assaulters, still there she laid all broken and bruised.
"She is lucky her friends stopped them, she might have had a perforated lung had he hit her again." The nurse pressed some wet cloth against the girl's ribcage, stirring her away for the pain that shot through her body. "You must be Rachel, she kept whispering your name."
"Yes Ma'am…" Rachel walked to the other side of the small bed, reaching down she pressed a soft kiss against Quinn's forehead and let her linger a bit longer, her trembling hand covered her pale one entwining their fingers. "Can anyone take her home?"
"I am afraid not, her parents can't take her home and we have no other emergency contacts." The nurse looked up at her with a sad smile, watching with interest the glances the diva threw at the bruised captain.
"I'll take her home with me, my dads won't mind." The brunette whispered softly, her eyes moved along the blonde's frowning face, down to her lips that were parted to let soft whimpers. She was visibly in pain after being beaten so much. "Will she get in trouble for the fight?"
"I am pretty sure she is the victim here, but I'll be sure to plead her case with Principle Figgins. She won't get punished for defending your honor, but those guys who attacked her are going to get some serious punishment." The older woman squeezed her shoulder softly and looked toward the door. "I believe your friends are here. I'll leave you alone for a bit." With that said she walked out of the small room, leaving the teenagers alone.
"How is she doing?" Puck walked carefully toward the two girls, his eyes showed nothing but worry for his best friend lying in the bed and regret for not being there sooner, he could have helped her and saved her. But knowing Quinn, she would have probably wanted to take matters in her own hands.
"She needs a lot of recovery time, her parents are unreachable and she has no emergency contacts." Rachel brushed her thumb over the blonde's knuckles, keeping her eyes on her frowning face. "I'll take her home and then ring her house-"
"They are dead. That's why they can't reach them, they died when she was just 10 years old and her sister took her in; Abby is probably at work, but maybe it's for the best if she stays at yours for a bit. She doesn't need someone else to take care of besides her kids." Sam spoke up sadly, his hands shoved into the pockets of his letterman jacket and his blonde hair slowly cascading over his forehead.
"I didn't know that…" once again, Quinn left her completely speechless, after those months spent together she still didn't know the blonde had no one left besides her sister, they had not talked about her parents, but since she hadn't brought the topic up, she had never pressed the issue further.
"Maybe you can take advantage of that time to get to know her more Rachey." Brittany smiled encouragingly at her, giving her the hope she could still make things up with her.