Okay, so I started another story too, it's not that good, but go check it out. I'll update as often as I can, at least every other night. Oh, and I'm doing it a lot from Quinn's POV because it's funnest. Haha
WARNING:
Contains rape and self injury
DISCLAIMER:
I don't own Glee; it belongs to whoever it belongs to.
Quinn's POV
I carried Rachel upstairs and into her bedroom, setting her down on her bed. Once I pulled the covers over the sleeping brunette, I turned to Santana.
"What happened?" I asked the Latina "Is she sick?"
"No!" Santana replied. "I mean, I don't think so, she said she wasn't hungry, and she didn't eat her breakfast, and then when I started the movie she fell asleep. Are you sure she got any sleep last night?"
"Well, she had to get a little," I said, "I mean; I woke her up from a nightmare…"
"Did she go back to sleep?" Santana asked.
"I… I don't know, I fell asleep" I mumbled, feeling guilty. "Wait; you said she didn't eat breakfast? She didn't have dinner last night, and she slept through lunch…"
"God, she must be starving!" Santana said looking at Rachel.
"We need to let her sleep for now, but we have to have something ready for her when she wakes up. I'll stay up here with her, Santana; will you go downstairs and get something together?" The Latina nodded, and walked downstairs. As soon as she exited the room, I took my jacket off, and got under the covers next to Rachel. She mumbled something in her sleep, and turned over to wrap her arms around me. I ran my fingers through the sleeping brunette's hair, and pulled her closer towards me. I started feeling sleepy, after not getting much sleep the night before, and fell asleep next to the diva.
Before I knew it, Brittany was shaking me awake. Rachel was still asleep next to me, so I looked up at the tall blond.
"What time is it?" I mumbled sleepily.
"It's almost six," Brittany replied sitting on the bed, "Santana said to wake you guys up to come eat dinner."
"Six?" I yawned, sitting up, "I've been asleep for like three hours."
"Yeah, so has Rachel. I woke you up first, because I didn't want to wake her up, it would make me feel bad, because she looks sick. So I thought you could do it since you guys are like… dating, now." Brittany stood up and began to leave the room.
"Wait, Britt, we're not dating." I said, looking up at the blond.
"Really?" she asked, looking confused. "Because Santana said that when she went to check on you guys, you were pretty much doing it in your sleep." I blushed furiously and looked over at the brunette sleeping beside me. Brittany walked out the door, leaving me to wake Rachel up.
I touched her shoulder to shake her awake, but noticed how unusually warm she felt. I let go of her shoulder and felt her forehead, she was burning up. "Crap," I muttered under my breath. I got out from under the covers, and pulled them up over the diva's shoulders. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, where Brittany and Santana were waiting for us.
"Where's Berry?" Santana asked when I walked into the kitchen alone.
"She's really hot," I said, looking up at Santana.
"Well it's about time you admitted it," Santana smirked.
"No, I mean she's got a fever." Santana's smirk fell, leaving her looking concerned.
"What?" the Latina asked, rushing upstairs. "Gee, what a perfect time for her to get sick." She muttered sarcastically. Me and Brittany followed her upstairs, and quietly entered Rachel's room. Santana laid a hand across the brunette's forehead. "Shit," she whispered before pulling away. She turned to look at me and Brittany. "Okay, since I already ate, I'll stay up here with Berry. You guys go downstairs and eat. I'll sleep in here tonight, you need a break Quinn."
"No Santana, I'll be…"
"Shut it Q, now go downstairs and eat, you guys sleep in the guestroom." Santana pauses,
"Oh, and if you try anything with Brittany, I'll break your face."
I nodded and left the room, as me and Brittany headed to the kitchen to eat dinner. I suddenly remembered that my mom didn't know I was staying with Rachel. I ran into the guest room and picked up my phone.
26 Missed Calls:
Mom
"Crap," I mumbled to myself. I quickly dialed my mom's number and waited for her to answer. After the second ring, she picked up the phone.
"Quinnie! Where have you been? I've been worried sick! You'd better have a pretty good excuse for running off like that!" My mom's voice came in through the receiver.
"Yeah, I'm sorry mom, my friends been having a hard time, and I forgot to call, oh and I'm going to be staying with her for a few months, kay bye!" Before she could argue with me I hung up the phone, only to have it ringing a couple seconds later. I sighed and reluctantly answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Quinn! You come home right now!"
"I'm sorry," I said in a thick Italian accent, "Dis eez nah who you were trying to reach."
Quinn, this isn't funny! Why on earth would you need to stay at a friend's house for two months?"
"Because she's pregnant, and her dads are gone! Okay?" I figured saying this much to my mom wouldn't do that much harm.
"Okay! Well you may have forgotten, but you were pregnant too! And you didn't need your friends staying with you 24/7!"
"Yeah? Well I wasn't raped, okay?" Once the words left my mouth, I literally punched myself in the face. I prayed she didn't hear what I said, but the silence on the other end of the phone told me otherwise. "Please mom, I really need to stay with her."
"Honey, if there's anything you guys need, and I mean anything, call me and I'll be right over. I'll let you stay, but I'm going to be checking in on you guys a couple times a week. Okay?"
Knowing that this was the best deal I was going to get, I agreed. We said our goodbyes, and I quickly hung up. I threw my phone on the bed, and cursed at myself for letting such a huge thing slip. I walked up to Rachel's room to tell Santana about my huge accident.
When I entered Rachel's room, it was empty, but I heard Santana's voice coming from the bathroom.
"It's okay Rach, its okay. You're alright." Santana's voice drifted through the cracked door. I ran into the bathroom, and saw Rachel draped over the toilet, throwing up, with Santana comfortingly rubbing her back. Rachel flushed the toilet as Santana helped her stand up. Once Santana helped Rachel to the sink to rinse her mouth out, the Latina noticed me standing in the doorway.
"What do you want Quinn?" Santana asked, as she led the brunette back to her bed, and tucked her under the covers.
"I need to talk to you," I said, following Santana, "Outside." the Latina reluctantly stood up and walked out the door with me, closing it behind us.
"Okay, what?" Santana asked, glaring at me.
"First of all…" I began, slightly glaring back, "What happened in there?" Santana's glare softened as she took a deep breath.
"I really don't know, she was asleep in bed, and then suddenly, she started sprinting to the bathroom, and began puking." Santana said, looking concerned.
"Are you sure you're going to be okay with her tonight?" I asked, "I mean; I have a feeling you, or her are going to be getting a lot of sleep."
"Yeah," She replied, running her fingers through her hair. "The only other option would be for you to look after her, and you need to sleep Q. What else did you want to tell me?"
"Uhh… my mom, kinda, knows bout Rachel…" I mumbled looking slightly embarrassed.
"What?" the Latina half-yelled. "Why the fuck did you tell her? What did she say?"
"Calm down S! It just kind of… slipped out! I didn't know what else to say!" I said, looking down at the floor. "She said to call if we needed anything, and she was gonna come check on us a couple times a week, but at least she's letting me stay!"
Before Santana could say anything else, we heard Rachel run across her room and into the bathroom, and throw up into the toilet. "Shit," the Latina mumbled, running to the bathroom to help Rachel. "Go to bed Q," she yelled over her shoulder, as she disappeared around the corner.
Gaaah! I know it's kind of choppy, but this is the best I could do for now! I'm sorry! Read and review!
QUESTIONS:
1. Miscarriage? I know what side I'm leaning towards, but I have to ask anyways, haha.