Disclaimer: you guessed it; glee still doesn't belong to me.
warning: abusive puck...sorry guys.
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"So my sister wants to come and visit," Blaine said to Rory the next morning. They were sitting at the kitchen table, Blaine drinking coffee and his roommate eating yet another bowl of Lucky Charms. It had become a normal routine for the two.
"Say no," Rory replied quickly, his mouth full of the sugary cereal.
"Hey, I know she's annoying...and bossy...and a little overbearing at times, but it'll only be for a weekend," Blaine argued. "Plus I haven't seen her in a while, and as much as I hate to admit it, I kind of miss her."
"I don't! She lost my love after trying to jump my bones in the seventh grade at your birthday party," Rory objected.
"Ok that was because we were playing Seven Minutes in Heaven, and she did not try jumping your bones. She just wanted you to kiss her and when you didn't she took matters into her own hands," Blaine tried to stick up for his sibling.
"Look, I know you guys have, like, twin senses of something, but whatever she told you was not true. She was totally trying to get some of my lucky charms," Rory replied, shoving another spoonful of food into his mouth. "Plus she was the worst kisser. Too much tongue and way too sloppy."
Blaine rolled his eyes before taking his empty glass to the sink of dirty dishes. "Just try to be nice when she visits, ok? I'll make sure she doesn't stay more than a weekend, and take her out as much as a can," he tried compromising with his stubborn friend.
"Whatever," Rory mumbled. "Just give me a few days notice so I can write my suicide note."
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Blaine finished putting his enormous amount of hair gel into his unruly mane. He sighed at his reflection in the mirror, dreading what he was about to do.
He felt like he was walking to death row as he walked down the cold hallway toward Mercedes' apartment. Ever so slowly, he brought up his hand and knocked on the door.
The door opened to a smiling Mercedes, with sleepy eyes that were still bright. "Hey Blaine! What's up?" she greeted him, but oddly didn't invite him inside like she usually did.
"Oh, I need to uh...talk to Sam," Blaine fibbed, creating a fast lie in his head.
"Oh, he's not home. Stayed out late with some of his friends and just crashed there. I'll tell him you stopped by!" Mercedes answered quickly and was about to close the door when Blaine stopped her.
"Wait, Mercedes! I need to talk to you. About Quinn," Blaine exclaimed, causing Mercedes to freeze, and pull him inside.
"What about her?" Mercedes inquired forcefully, hands on her hips after she had locked the door.
"After work last night I saw you two...talking."
"What else did you see?" Mercedes' cogent attitude was still prominent.
"I saw her in hysterics, and I saw..." Blaine trailed off, not finishing his thought. He didn't need to. Mercedes' eyes opened wide at his last words and the musician knew the diva knew what he had seen. "Do you know what Noah is doing to her?"
"Noah?" Mercedes asked, her face forming a confused expression. "Why do you bring up Noah?"
Now Blaine was the bewildered one. "Umm...didn't he hit her?" he said in a quieter tone.
"WHAT?!" Mercedes yelled. "What's the matter with you white boy? She was on her way home and some gang member mugged her. Took her wallet and everything." she explained.
Blaien was still extremely doubtful of her story, but left it alone.
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"BLAINERS!" a loud yell echoed through the airport as a highly energetic girl rushed over to Blaine. She hugged him tightly, causing Blaine to stumbled a little on his feet. When she finally let her grip a little looser, he replied.
"Good to see you, too, Rachel." She pulled back from the embrace and smiled brightly at him.
"So," she took his arm and began walking out of the airport. "Where to first?"
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Blaine was exhausted. Rachel had wanted to see every part of New York, and she meant everything. They had been to Times Square, Central Park, went to way too many stores in which he knew Rachel couldn't afford, and she had even treated him to Sardis. Blaine had barely been able to get a word in as his twin talked constantly. Apparently she was also in a relationship; but it was long distance and they had never met. Blaine was skeptical, and told her he was going with her to whenever they were going to meet.
After helping the brunette carry her shopping bags (and there were plenty) in the apartment later that night, he saw Rory and Brittany (her presence had become a normal occurrence for Blaine) playing Candy Land on the floor. The pair glanced up at the twins, Rory's eyes growing wide with fear and Brittany's mouth turning up into a bright smile.
"Rory!" Rachel exclaimed, dropping her bags on the floor and engulfing him in a uncomfortable hug.
"Hello, Rachel," Rory sighed, rolling his eyes before patting her back awkwardly.
"It's been way too long!" Rachel said after pulling out of the hug.
"Maybe not long enough," Rory mumbled in reply as her stood up and rubbed his hands on his pants.
"Are you a unicorn too?" Brittany piped in, looking at the other girl questioningly. Rachel just stared at her with her overdramatic puzzled look and glanced at Blaine to explain.
"No, she's not Britt. This is Rachel. But she is my twin sister, so please be nice," Blaine cleared up.
"I ate my twin in the womb," was her reply.
"Hey Brittany, why don't you show Rachel around the apartment?" Rory said to break the awkward silence that had formed after Brittany's last comment.
"Ok!" was Brittany's response as she took the brunette's hand and dragged her into the kitchen.
"How was playing tour guide for Barbra Streisand?" Rory asked his roommate after the girls were out of ear shot.
"Exhausting. Honestly I just want to go to sleep," Blaine plopped on the couch opposite his friend.
"Are you regretting invite her now?" Rory smirked.
"Well she apparently is in a long distance relationship with a guy that lives here, and they are planning to meet for the first time. If they end up hitting it off, we'll hopefully be left alone."
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Quinn yelped in pain as her body was slammed into the thin walls of her shared apartment complex. She slid down the wall until scrambling in the corner, knees pulled up to her chin and arms covering her face as much as possible.
"You think you can just go wherever you want, whenever you want, huh?" Noah yelled at her, hitting her again.
"Noah, please! I'm sorry! Please stop!" Quinn cried out, thick, ugly tears running down her face as another blow hit her ribcage.
"Then tell me that stupid bowtie loving mongrel means nothing to you! I don't want you seeing him again!" Noah shouted in her face, kneeling down next to her and forcefully grabbing her wrist and waist to pull up to eye level. Quinn winced before responding between heavy sobs.
"He means nothing! I won't talk to him again! Please Noah, please!" Quinn pleaded, looking into his angry eyes.
"You should feel horrible for doing that to me! Leaving your boyfriend all by himself while you're practically CHEATING ON ME by hanging out with that bastard!" Puck screamed into her face. "Look at me when I talk to you!"
Quinn cowered underneath him and shrunk back down to the hard floor. "I'm so sorry. Please! I won't ever do it again, just please stop hitting me!" Quinn begged, and fortunately Noah stepped back.
"Fine. Just know the next time you even think about hanging out with him again, it'll be much worse," Noah threatened before slamming the beer bottle at the wall in frustration.
The small blonde crawled back into their room before peeling off her alcohol stained shirt and put on warm pajamas. Her arms and ribs hurt and she knew that there would be purple bruises there the next morning. She curled up into a ball on one side of the bed, making sure it wasn't the right side (the right side was Noah's) and cried into her pillow.
She thought she was rid of him when she ran away, ran to New York, where she thought she would become invisible, impossible for him to find her again. However, she was terribly mistaken when he had followed her to a small gas station in Oklahoma. She had gotten a plenty beating for that, but luckily no where visible with clothes to cover it. Since then, he had been pretty lenient on the beatings, until she was late the one night she met Blaine for coffee. He had demanded to know her reason for being so late, and when she told him the reason, he only became more harsh and cruel. And after he saw them chatting at the diner, the bashings only increased.
However, Noah wasn't a bad person, no, Quinn thought. It was only when he had alcohol running in his system and he had a bit of a temper. And most of the time he was right. She should make time for him. He had been good to her, always taking care of her, even in their high school years. He was really romantic when he wanted to be.
But then she really liked Blaine. She knew the moment she saw him on the side of the road, hair all askew and the bright brown coffee stain in the middle of his shirt, that adorable look plastered on his face that that wouldn't be the last. He was so charming, and polite, and even though she just met him but a month ago, she knew he would never hurt her. She had wanted to kiss him since that night at the coffee shop, but Blaine was smart. Quinn knew it was only a matter of time before he got suspicious of all her excuses and would leave her like everybody else.
Unfortunately, her and Blaine should, could, only be a daydream. If Noah could find her in the middle of Oklahoma, he sure wasn't letting her leave anytime soon.
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"So, does my little Blainers have a Yorker girlfriend yet?" Rachel asked the next afternoon. The two of them were walking among the streets of New York with no particular destination in mind.
Blaine laughed. "Unfortunately, no. But there is one girl I have my eye on."
Rachel grabbed his arm forcefully and jumped up and down. "OHMIGOSH! WHAT'S HER NAME?" she yelled, much to some locals' irritation.
"I'm not saying anything until you calm down!"
After calming herself to Blaine's standards, he continued. "Her name is Quinn. Ironically we met before arriving. She helped us fix a flat tire on the way and she's cousins with my neighbor, where we saw each other again and I got her number. I really like her, and I thought she liked me too, but she's dating some guy named Noah," Blaine sighed after finishing his story.
Rachel gave him a sympathetic smile. "That does stink. Well there are plenty of fish in the sea!" She smiled at him before skipping down the busy street, dragging Blaine's arm behind her.
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Blaine sipped his beer quietly, slouching in his bar stool. The whole gang- that is Mercedes, Sam, Rory, Brittany, Quinn, Puck, Finn, and Artie- were enjoying a night of together. The curly haired man, however, was not having that much fun. He hadn't talked to Quinn since that night at the diner, and never brought up the issue with Mercedes or anyone else. Blaine had never really been a jealous type, but seeing Puck snake his arm around Quinn's waist and them quietly giggling to each other made him practically see green.
He checked his watch for what seemed like the millionth time since they arrived just an hour ago. Rachel had said she was going to do some shopping then meet up with them later. She was 20 minutes late, and Blaine was getting a little worried.
Just when he was about to get up and look for the petite brunette, she came running through the door, her hair and clothes disheveled.
"BLAINE? BLAINE?" she called out loudly, scanning the room for her brother. He responded with a wave of his hand and Rachel made her way over to the large group.
"Guys, this is my twin sister, Rachel," Blaine introduced. "Rachel, this is Mercedes, Sam, you already know Rory and Brittany, Artie, Puck, Quinn, and that Frankenstein over there is Finn," he paused to look over at his twin, but noticed she was too busy staring at the last name he had called out.
"Hi, everyone. Hello, Finn," she said quitter, staring at Finn almost shyly. And Rachel Barbra Berry never got shy.
They group all murmured polite hello's, and Finn seemed almost in a trance.
"Rachel. Can I talk to you for a minute?" Finn said, getting up from his seat and walking towards the noticeably smaller girl.
"Sure," she said, her eyes still glued to his. "Blaine, I'll be right back," she told her twin, her gaze however never leaving the taller man in front of her.
"Well that was strange," Blaine said once the pair had left.
"Ya think?" Sam chimed in, with his arm around Mercedes. "You would think she was his pen pal," he snickered, getting laughs from Rory and Artie.
Blaine's inner light bulb when off at Sam's last remark. "That's it! They must be!" he exclaimed. "That's why they were looking so love struck! Rachel told me she was in a long distance relationship with someone out here, and so was he!"
"That's so uncanny," Quinn added. "This kind of stuff only happens in the movies." He looked over at Quinn, who's eyes were not on her boyfriend but of the bowtie loving musician talking. They exchanged small smiles before he responded.
"Guess the world still has a little magic after all."
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Blaine slammed down his beer bottle a little too loudly, but didn't seem to care. All his feelings were crammed into one emotion: pure jealousy. He couldn't stand Quinn practically sitting on Noah's lap, whispering insignificant nothings into each others ears, earning back a laugh in return. All his dapper chivalry was out the window. It took all his will power not to hurl himself across the table and punch the Mohawk straight off his head. I could treat her so much better, Blaine thought angrily to himself, thinking about those bruises on Quinn's ivory arms.
"You ok there, Blaine?" Mercedes asked. Obviously his friend had noticed how upset he was getting.
"Just fine and dandy. Why do you ask?" Blaine responded, practically gritting his teeth in his rage. Mercedes looked at him skeptically before returning in her conversation with Artie and Brittany.
He didn't know how much longer he could take this torture. He stood up abruptly, causing the rest of his friends to stare up at him. "What? I just have to go take a piss," He sneered, looking directly at Quinn, who looked back with sad eyes.
Once he reached the restroom, he turned on the tap and splashed his face with the cold water. Once dried off, he looked at his reflection. He was a little more cooled down than at the table, but rage still ran through his veins. He knew Mercedes' story about 'being mugged' was completely false. He could only assume what was happening at Quinn and Noah's place, but he didn't want to completely wrong and embarrass himself even more. The only thing he knew for sure was that Quinn wasn't safe, and he knew he had to do something about it.
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Oooo...Some Quinn's POV, some Finchel...what could get better than that? ;)
and did anyone catch the Pitch Perfect quote? ;)