So sorry for the long wait, I've had horrible writers block... and I mean horrible. Hope you all like it and feel free to leave a comment about anything: what you want to see, your hopes and dreams, what are your plans for the holidays, etc. :)
Two months have passed and the relationship between the misfits and the blonde cheerleaders has never been better. Since Quinn doesn't have to sneak around her best friend's back anymore, Brittany joins Quinn in visiting Rachel; she would usually go with Santana and be locked up in her room. The sleepovers at Brittany's turned to sleepovers at Rachel's, Quinn and Rachel would be in one room while Brittany and Santana stay in the living room with Puck watching movies and eating pizza.
The best part is Quinn's father is still in the dark about the secret relationship, he still thinks that the subway taggers are no longer her priority. She's just grateful that there's no more lying to her friends.
Quinn was tucked away in the warm blankets, winter is coming soon which means the temperature will drop drastically which means more cuddle time with her girlfriend. She turned over and smiled at the soft chestnut hair that's splattered over Rachel's face, moving away a few strands to see her face caused her to scrunch up her nose and stir awake.
Rachel stretched out like a cat and yawned "G'morning baby," She planted a sweet kiss to her lips while trying to comb out Quinn's golden locks with her fingers "What time is it?"
"Six-thirty, I have to start getting ready for school," When Quinn got out the covers she was being pulled back to bed "Rach, as much as I want to I can't, I have Glee club today."
"Do they still not like the idea of you joining?" Rachel became visibly angry.
"I wouldn't blame them, I've made their life hell, but today it will change." Quinn managed to get out of bed and started to dress herself for school.
"Do you need a ride? Puck has someone that'll lend him a cab."
"He's a good driver, right? We won't get pulled over or anything?"
Rachel hopped off the bed and walked over to her girlfriend "He drove us two cities away, I'm sure he can safely drive you to school. I'll go let Puck know, so by the time you're done the cab will be ready."
She walked over to Puck's room and knocked "Puck, wake up!" There was no sound of grunting or feet dragging across the floor, this time Rachel just entered and shook the unconscious body "Get up! Quinn needs a ride."
"Tell her to take the bus." He groaned, covering his head with his sheets and blankets.
Rachel pulled the cover off his body leaving him in just his boxers and socks "Up. Now. And don't make me find you like this when Quinn's ready to leave."
"Okay, okay I'm up." He smacked his lips and went to dress himself for he could pick up the cab.
It was only a five minute walk to where Eric lives, Puck ringed the doorbell and waited. The door flew open and was greeted with an unfriendly welcome.
"Who the hell wakes up before noon?" Eric snarled, scratching the back of his neck.
Puck nodded to his question, agreeing with it "I just needed to borrow the cab real quick."
Eric went to his kitchen and grabbed the keys from the key holder "Bring it when you're done," Before he was about to close the door, he remembered something "Oh I, uh, there's no pay this Friday."
"What?" Puck furrowed his brows, suddenly angry that he won't get paid for the third time in a row "You better start liking the idea of sharing a jail cell with five other guys cause that's where you'll be if you don't pay up."
"Hey watch it! Business is dying around here! We're in Lima, how many potheads you know that'll buy a hundred dollars worth of drugs?" Eric saw the Mohawk boy clenched his jaw "So suck it up and wait for your payment or go. Your choice."
Puck left his house the second Eric closed the door. He was furious and worried of what will happen to them if he doesn't pay rent this month. It was a shitty apartment so there wasn't much to pay, but anything can happen to them; which Puck is afraid of. He doesn't want his girls to be unsafe or alone.
Quinn was waiting on the sidewalk when Puck arrived, he drove her to school. Quinn tried to make small talk, but Puck was having none of it, his mind is clouded with fears of the landlord evicting them from their home. She knew something was on his mind, but he'll tell her when he's ready to talk.
"Are you gonna need a ride back?" Puck asked as the cheerleader exited from the cab.
"Sam's my ride, I'll stop by later though. Thanks Puck, for not killing us." Quinn joked, hoping to crack a smile out of him. He laughed and said to have a good day.
Puck returned home after leaving the cab at Eric's house first, he gulped as he walked passed the manager's office. His heart stopped when the manager spotted him and called him into his office.
He didn't want to seem too scared or fearful about this whole meet, so he shook it off and spoke how he normally would "Sup Larry."
"It's Mr. Brookfield to you Puckerman," The manager said with a condescending tone "I called you in here to speak about your rent."
He gulped and continued to take this matter jokingly "Yeah, it's too high isn't it?"
The manager was unamused "It's not the matter of price, it's about you not paying that price even after I let you and your little friends live here without an adult present."
"What are you talking about? I've been paying my rent, plus I'm eighteen now. I guess you wouldn't have known since you didn't attend my birthday party."
"No, I do believe you have been paying rent, but the last three months you haven't seen nor talking to me about an extension or warning about paying late."
Puck's heart started to beat out his chest, having a feeling where this will led to "Well, I'm telling you now that I will pay my rent."
The manager chuckled "Right.." He reached into his filing cabinet and pulled out five pieces of paper and stapled them together "Turn this into me by the end of the day."
"The last time I checked I'm no magician," Puck looked over the papers and frowned "What's this?"
"Your leave of absence, I want you and your friends out. Happy Birthday."
Once he faced away from Larry the jackass, his eyes started to tear up and can already hear the screams and yells about how he's a Lima Loser and that he didn't try his best. He always wondered how his life would've been like if he hadn't walked out on his mom, or if he had a real job.
When Quinn arrived to her locker after fourth period, she found Sam smiling to his phone while his fingers typed away on his screen.
"What's got you all smiling about?" Quinn dusted him off her locker and input her combo.
"The Glee club is throwing a party next week and we're just joking around in the group chat."
Her face fell at the mention of the gleeks and Sam getting along without her "Is there any reason I'm not invited?
Sam puts away his phone and chooses his words wisely "I know you just joined, so you're new, but they all know what you're capable of. You're the Evil Queen remember?"
"But I'm not evil!" Quinn said in a rush "I want them to get to know the real me, I don't want them looking at me like some lion ready to attack them."
Sam looked to his shoes "They don't think you're a lion, they call you many things, but not a lion," He looked up and saw the anger forming in her crazy eyes "Okay, okay, we'll talk to them in Glee club to see if they'll let you join."
Quinn smiled brightly and hugged the boy goodbye to go to her next class. When she arrived to her English class, she sat next to Brittany and told her all about the party that the Glee club is having and how she wasn't invited. Brittany was confused because someone from Glee invited her, but that's because they were on the Brainiacs together. Obviously, Quinn was jealous of how she can get along with them and not her.
Finally the school day has ended and Quinn no longer feels like banging her head into a wall. She skipped happily to the choir room and the room felt heavy, like the spirit and excitement was sucked out. Quinn looked to the front of the room and saw that Mr. Shue was out sick and another teacher filled his place, she looked to her peers and they weren't even making eye contact. What's going on?
"Are you here for Glee club?" The female instructor asked and picked up her clipboard "If so could you state your name?"
"Quinn Fabray."
The teacher looked through the list of names, which Quinn thought was ridiculous since there was only, like ten kids in class, and checked off her name "Okay Miss Fabray you could seat yourself."
Suddenly her mood and enthusiasm has faded away, she sat next to her friend (sort of) Mercedes "Hey, what's going on? Why is it dead in here?"
"Mr. Shue's out sick and that's our sub."
Quinn stared at the teacher and picked up every detail about her, she doesn't seem to smile when she looks up at the kids, has a very sharp jaw line and sort of the same facial structure as Rachel. The more members came through the door, the more her face fell as if she was expecting someone to arrive.
Sam sat behind Quinn and whispered "Have you asked them yet?"
Quinn shook her head "Not now. This teacher is freaking me out, I'm too scared to look at her afraid she'll turn me into stone."
"Who is she?"
"Medusa."
The sound of a ruler hitting the table rang through the room, the teacher looked to the students and kept a straight face "Hello everyone, my name's Shelby Corcoran and I'll be subbing in for my good friend Will while he's out. What are you guys working on right now?"
Sam raised his hand "For now, we're trying to figure out our set list for Sectionals, but whatever we would suggested Mr. Shue wouldn't give it a second thought."
"He is a… classical man, isn't he?" Shelby grabbed a handful of markers and threw it to the kids "I want you guys to come up to the board and right down your favorite song, artist, genre and we'll create our own set list."
The Glee kids suddenly became fond of the substitute teacher, Mr. Shue always played by the books and by books they mean every song that comes up on K-Earth 101. Once the kids were done writing down their suggestions, Shelby looked impressed by their choices and sensed a theme with their songs.
"You're more of a Pop/Rock group, right? I see a lot of potential for this set list if we use these songs," Shelby looked to the far right corner of the board and felt the air leave her lungs, she turned to the group and pointed to the song "Who wrote this?"
Quinn slowly inched her arm upward, afraid she might have chosen an offending song, but that's unlikely because its Rachel's favorite "I did… is there something wrong with it?"
"No, no, um, I actually didn't peg anyone to be into Broadway that's all. It's dead now, right?"
Now Quinn feels stupid for voicing her opinions just for them to be crushed again, the rest of the remaining time it was mostly just Miss Corcoran and the Glee kids creating the set list while Sam and Quinn have their own conversation in the back row.
After the meeting, Quinn spoke to the other Gleeks about the party and just like Sam predicted; they weren't too fond of the idea, but they are willing to include her. Quinn jumped with excitement and thanked them for giving her a chance to show them who she really is.
Sam gave Quinn and Brittany a ride to Rachel's house and once they arrived they saw the three misfits sitting on the bus bench. Puck was biting on his finger nails, Santana had her head tilted up to the sky, and Rachel had her legs against her chest and rested her head on her knees.
He parked his car and told the girls to stay put. Sam called out "Hey, what's going on?"
Rachel frowned which caused Quinn to immediately get out the car, Brittany also followed since she hates being in a small space by herself. Quinn comes to Rachel's side and puts a protective arm around her.
"What's going on?" Quinn asked, looking around them and seeing they packed their stuff.
Puck cleared his throat "We got… kicked out."
"Whoa, what!" Sam was flabbergasted.
"What for?" Quinn asked.
"Does that mean no more sleepovers?" Brittany asked sheeply.
Puck told them that he hasn't paid rent in three months because he still hasn't gotten paid from his "job". Everyone, even Brittany, understood how difficult it can be, but the only person in the dark about this is Quinn.
Puck looked to Rachel and he gave her a nod, she held Quinn's hands tightly "I have something to tell you," She took a breath "Puck... doesn't have a normal job. He, um, he sells d-drugs." She says with caution.
"I know," Everyone looked to Quinn like she had grown a second head "What? Remember my dad's a cop and I do have access to your files."
"And you still chose to hang with us?" Santana asked with a hint of disbelief.
"I've never seen you guys do them or saw it around the house, so it didn't really bother me that much."
Rachel was moved, surprised even, if Quinn could stay with her even when she knew what they had to do for a living then she knew that this relationship isn't just a short term thing.
"So, what's going to happen now?" Brittany asked.
Sam already had his idea and started to load their bags into his car, Puck stopped him and asked what's he doing "You're staying at my place," He says to Puck then turns to Rachel "You're staying at Quinn's house," Then turns to Santana "And you're staying with Brittany."
"Wait, no," Santana stood up to Sam's level "We're not- you can't separate us."
"Yeah man, there has to be another way." Puck suggested.
"It's getting dark and you have no place to sleep, so I rather have you in house than on the street. Get your bags and let's go." Sam commanded them. They know he means well, but this was definitely not the right answer.
Sam first dropped off Quinn and Rachel home, after unloading their bags he gave the brunette a tight hug and whispering apologies about the situation. She looked back at the car and started to tear up, this just brings back memories when she was separated with her mother. In the two years she's lived with them, not once had they went their separate ways, they always did everything together. They are her family.
Rachel felt weird that they're not by her side, she flinched when Quinn grabbed her hand "Everything's going to be okay. I promise. You're safe here."
"I would be safe if your dad still wasn't out to get me."
"My dad's working the late shift and mom is somewhere in California for a convention. Trust me, it'll feel like he's never here."
Rachel maintained her smile, but remained silent as they walked into the home. She was looking around to see if anyone can see them or recognized her. They walked up to Quinn's room and it was nothing like Rachel expected, there were a sea of books on shelves, pastel yellow room with picture frames containing her friends and family, and a vintage typewriter.
"If I would've known this was how your room looked like, we could've had sleepovers here." Rachel smirked as she sat down on the edge of the Queen Size bed.
"Your apartment was way better," Quinn sat herself on Rachel's lap and twirled the chestnut locks "It had a lot of privacy."
"We had a room with paper thin walls and a twin bed!" Rachel flipped them over so that she was on top of the blonde and pecked her lips "Trust me this is way better."
Rachel watched her girlfriend race around the house because she overslept. Russell had already gone to work, so Rachel freely walked to the kitchen and made herself something to eat. So far, she likes her new home, it has hot water, air conditioning, name brand food, and a Christmas/cinnamon smell.
Quinn joined her for breakfast, but she only grabbed a muffin and a water bottle "I never knew how fun it is to share a house with you, by the way thanks for making my bed, saved me like ten minutes."
Rachel set aside her cereal bowl and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's neck "Maybe someday we can make that a reality," Quinn's eyes widen a second and she may have realized she overstepped a line "No- I mean, it was just a thought. Actually, I was just kidding about the whole thing."
"It's not that, idiot," Quinn giggled "You really see us having a house in the future?"
"I see a lot more, but we can talk more about that when you come back from school, okay?"
"Don't think I'm forgetting this conversation."
They shared a kiss and Quinn flashed out the house, leaving Rachel to her lonesome. She walked around the house to find something to do while she waits for anyone to come, finally decided to run a shower because honestly… She really needed one. No more cheap soap bar, no shampoo that has been watered down to add more soapiness, and at last she has her hands on some hair conditioner.
After her long and much needed shower, she dried herself and watched a little TV. Then paced around the house till she remembered about her old painting spot, she locked the front doors and headed out to her old stomp and ground. She hasn't been here in months! And that's because Sam's big mouth sold her out, but she doesn't blame him.
Rachel missed this place, it was her home away from home and the place where she met Quinn. Her eyes diverted to the drawn up wall and near popped her head off; someone had vandalized her artwork. Stomping her way to her piece, she lightly touched the painted and can tell this was recent since it was still a little wet.
"Son of a…" Rachel pounded her fist against the wall, she swears when she finds the person who done this they will be in a world of pain.
That was the only thing marked, she was being targeted since the others weren't messed with. She has to warn her friends and gather up some bats so she can beat the living hell out of whoever did this. She decided to go to the school and find Quinn, Sam and Brittany since they're the only ones who know where Santana and Puck are. Rachel caught the bus to McKinley High and scold whoever made eye contact with her.
It looked like it was lunch time by the time she got there, they should really enforce some security around here because she entered the school with no troubles at all. Rachel searched throughout the cafeteria and there were no sign of them, not even Quinn and Brittany were with the cheerios and jocks. She was about to give up hope when she heard the announcements:
"Emergency Glee Club meeting, please report to the choir room.
A couple of kids headed through the main doors to the hallway, she followed them till they reached the choir room. She walked in and saw that there was no teacher yet, only Glee kids staring at her with confused looks.
"Can we help you?" A boy in a wheelchair asked.
"I'm just here to see someone, carry on with...whatever it is that you were doing."
Brittany came in first and was happy to see Rachel "Rach! What are you doing here? Mr. Fabray didn't throw you out already, did he?"
"I would be behind bars if he did, I came for you guys. I think I'm being targeted." Rachel said nervously as she looked around the room.
"What do you mean?"
"My painting has been vandalized, only mine. I want to warn you guys first before anything bad happens to me."
Brittany felt her bones tremble with fear and pouted "Rach, you're scaring me."
For a moment, Rachel forgot she was dealing with a human Chihuahua, so she has to be careful to not startle her "Then maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to take you with me."
"Take her where?" Sam asked, having Quinn by his side.
"Rachel, what's going on? Is everything okay?" Quinn tightened the hold on her notebook, Rachel never came to the school unless something happened.
"Not exactly, you guys have to follow me right now."
The pair of blondes didn't question nor hesitated on leaving the school, Quinn told Brittany to take notes during Glee club. Just because she has to help her girlfriend doesn't mean she doesn't care about her activities.
The bus ride there, Rachel told them about what's going on and how she thinks someone is after her. Her painting was marked over with a giant red X; she could tell someone did that out of hatred. Rachel led them to the subway and not only the mark was still there; clear as day, but also another attack on her work. Paint splatter.
Rachel's anger level passed its point as she grabbed a metal pole "Show yourself!"
"Whoa, flashback." Quinn thought and chuckled to herself.
Sam went to check the bathroom and any other rooms the subway has just to make sure no one is hiding in there. Quinn grew more concerned of her little brunette, she's in trouble and she knows it, but why?
"I don't see anything, they must've left before we got here."
"Fu-damn it!" Rachel banged the pole to the wall to take her anger out on an object instead of someone in this room "They can't get away with this."
Quinn gently made her way to Rachel and grabbed the pole out of her hands "Breathe. Hitting the walls won't help us solve anything."
Rachel pulled her girlfriend into an embrace, automatically feeling safer and protected in her arms "You know I won't let them get away with this." She says softly.
"Do you still want to stick around? Maybe they'll come back." Sam suggested.
From the stairs came the loud angry voice, it was Russell with a nightstick "FREEZE!"
"That brought back memories." Rachel's brows shot up at the déjà vu moment then went back to her cold stare "Of course, only you would stoop this low to try and capture me."
"You have no idea how long I've been painting that X over and over again."
"Wow you're… desperate, aren't you? Could've left a note or something?" Rachel isn't fazed by a crappy cop with a thirteen inch nightstick, she believes that if she plays it cool then there would be less yelling.
Quinn held onto Rachel's hand "Dad! Wh-what's got into you!"
Sam stepped in front of the two girls, acting like a shield to protect them from the flames of Russell. The police officer came down the stairs eyeing the tagger "Quinn… step away from her."
"But Da-"
"Move Quinn!" Russell shouted, causing his daughter to flinch "And you," He stepped towards Sam "How dare you put my daughter at risk with this hooligan. I trusted you."
"If you could open your eyes-"
Russell grabbed the blonde by his shirt and tossed him aside "The only thing I'm opening is a jail cell."
"Go," Quinn whispered and slightly pushed Rachel to move, but she was glued to her side "Please Rach, just go. I'll find you."
Rachel made sure that Officer Fabray was watching when she crashed her lips with Quinn's, just to tick him off. Then she made a run for it, and thank god for her tiny body and many years of exercising on the elliptical.
Russell couldn't decide what he's more mad of; the fact that he didn't have back up or that his daughter is… gay and dating the tagger. He couldn't even look at her right now, wondering where he went wrong with his parenting. He didn't want to do this, but under the circumstances he still has to keep her safe "Both of you get in the car."
Sam put a protective arm around Quinn as they walked behind her father. They took a drive to the police station, which was weird since her dad didn't say anything about stopping here on the way. Russell opened the car and told them to wait inside the station. The minute they stepped foot inside, their wrists were handcuffed and they were escorted into separate cells.
"What the hell- Dad! What are you doing?!" Quinn shouted, struggling with the cuffs. Now she knows how Rachel feels when Quinn tried to handcuff her.
Russell had a displeasing face when he stared at his daughter "This is for your own good. You'll be staying here where it's safe and away from… her."
"You can't do this!" Sam tugged on the bars "My parents will wonder where I am and then they'll get me out."
"You can either make a phone call saying you're staying at a friend's house then leave in the morning or have your parents bail you out. What will it be, Evans?"
This is a no brainer, especially since Sam knew that his parents can't afford any type of large payment at this time, money is still tight. He sighed "I'll take the call."
The guards let him out to make the call, now it was just Quinn and Russell "I'm sorry about this."
"Save it, nothing you say will make anything better. Just leave."
"I'm only doing this to protect you."
"Protect me?" Quinn scoffed "I didn't need protection, all I wanted was to be happy and I'm happy with Rachel! Can't you for one second not think of her as a criminal?"
"It's not that she's a criminal, it's because she's a girl! I can't have my little girl be with someone that vandalizes the city and be the same gender." Before his religious mind takes over him and says something to Quinn that he'll regret, Russell left to his office and locked his door.
Quinn knew that him finding out about them wasn't going to be a walk in a park, but she never thought that he would lock her up for it. He is just blowing this out of proportion and if he didn't have such a close-minded opinion about homosexuals then she wouldn't be here, she would be at home on a couch with Rachel by her side talking with her dad about their relationship. This will blow over by the morning… she hopes.