Disclaimer: what's that? I still don't own glee? this is shocking!

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"What's got your panties in a wad?" Quinn asked an unexpected Blaine who had just walked out of the restroom. She leaned against the wall with her slender arms crossed.

"You want to know why I'm so upset?" Blaine replied, trying to keep his voice low though anger was quickly sizzling inside. "You! You are my problem!"

"Me?" Quinn retorted, looking at him with eyebrows raised. "I'm not the one looking over at Noah like you want him to disappear completely!"

"Well maybe I do!" Blaine exclaimed, not caring about how loud he was getting. "Maybe I thought that you actually had feelings for me!"

Quinn gaped at his statement. "When did I ever sent those kind of vibes?" she retorted, leaving her position on the wall to get closer to Blaine.

"Oh, don't even give me that crap. You had me practically wrapped around your pinky finger, and you knew it. Yet you continued to just mess with my feelings the whole time and leading me on! Then telling me you had a boyfriend, that killed me. I don't even know why I came here tonight, I knew it was a bad idea when I heard you two were coming," Blaine argued back, running a hand through his hair, not caring about the sticky gel seeping through his fingers.

Quinn stared back at him with those gorgeous green eyes, and Blaine couldn't take it anymore. "And your damn eyes. I can't even look at them without feeling so...so...disappointed that you're not mine," Blaine sighed, looking up at Quinn, who's eyes were beginning to tear up. "I'm sorry...I just...I just...I need to leave," Blaine stammered, walking passed Quinn embarrassedly.

"Blaine, please wait," Quinn called out.

"No," Blaine said, turning around one last time to face the blonde. "I can't do this anymore," he ended, shaking his head and storming out of the bar.

The cooler temperature outside was a relief on Blaine's red-hot skin. He was so angry he was surprised steam wasn't coming out of his ears. He walked for what seemed like hours, no particular direction in mind just trying to clear his head. His argument with Quinn had only intensified his feelings. He wanted to yell out in frustration.

He checked his phone and scrolled through his bountiful amount of messages.

Rory: Where did you go?

Mercedes: What happened boo?

Rory: Whatever, don't text me back. I see how it is.

Rachel: ohmigosh YOU WOULD NEVER GUESS WHAT JUST HAPPENED FINN IS MY OFFICIAL BOYFRIEND NOW ILL TELL YOU EVERYTHING LATER BUT WE ARE GOING OVER TO HIS PLACE PLZ DONT BE MAD ILL TTYL LOVE YOU BLAINERS! 3

Rory: ok I don't know what ur problem us but just letting you know im going over Brittany's tonight. see you later bro

Blaine sighed and pocketed his phone once more, his feet heading in the direction of his apartment. He realized he had been out walking for more than 2 hours, and knew he should probably go home.

He was so tired after reaching the front door that he almost didn't notice the subtle crying coming from a dark corner of his complex and the building adjacent to it. He was going to leave it alone (it was probably some homeless druggie) but since he was always a dapper gentleman no matter how angry he was and decided to take pity.

"Ma'am?" Blaine whispered, walking slowly towards the lump on the ground. "Are you alright?"

Blaine let out an surprised. 'umf' as the small lady jumped up suddenly and clinging to him as if he was her only way of survival. He instinctively tried pushing the girl off, until he recognized the shape of the frail body he was holding. Quinn. Even after a few moments of embracing, Blaine's shirt was already wet with the sobs escaping Quinn's throat.

"Quinn," Blaine breathed out, relishing in the way their bodies melted perfectly together, like the last two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, finally completing a puzzle. But he knew that even though this felt amazing, something was horribly wrong with delicate girl clinging to his chest. "Quinn," he repeated, a little more stated. "Let's go inside."

She nodded into his shoulder, slowly detaching herself from him. He gently wrapped his arm around her slender waist and the way she flinched at the contact made Blaine even more worried about her physical state. He led her inside and quickly shut the door behind them.

Once he had locked the door, he turned around to see Quinn standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. Her sleeves stretched out covering her fiddling hands, while her tear stained eyes darted across the room, looking everywhere but Blaine.

"Do you want some water?" Blaine asked, not wanting to dive right into the conversation they both knew was going to happen.

Quinn nodded her head in reply.

"You can sit down if you'd like," Blaine said from the small kitchen, retrieving the requested drink and sitting down next to the blonde.

She took a silent, long gulp and the pair sat in uncomfortable silence, neither one wanting to start to chat they knew needed to happen.

After a few minutes of fiddling fingers and awkward glances, they both spoke out at the same time.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm so sorry."

They laughed awkwardly, fumbling with the hems on their shirts. "You go first," Quinn stated quietly, looking up at him for the first time that night.

"ok," Blaine answered, taking a deep breath and gazing into those green orbs. "What happened? And why did you come here? And be honest with me."

Quinn looked lsot in thought for a few minutes, then responded to his question. "Let me start from the beginning. Noah and I were neighbors since we were little, and were always good friends. We tried the dating thing in high school, but after.." she trailed off, trying to find the right word. "Various complications broke up by junior year. We ended getting back together and was that couple that broke up and made up faster than you can say relationship. After high school, we tried doing the whole 'living together' thing. Didn't work out so well. I tried to run away by going to New York, but he found me and decided that we would come together. And that's how I got here," Quinn said, placing her hands that were used as gestures back into in lap.

Blaine definitely wasn't satisfied with that answer. He gently moved his arm over to hers, pulling the sleeve up slightly. She instinctively flinched, jerking away. "Let me see," Blaine demanded, sincerity in his amber eyes.

She looked back at the man and inhaled deeply, letting her arm move other to his. He slowly lifted up the fabric, and gasped at the sight. Purple ands black bruises covered must of her skin, with smaller cuts and scabs with dried blood on them. At his reaction, Quinn closed her eyes and choked back a sob.

"Did he do this?" Blaine's voice was quieter than a whisper. When all he got as an answer was another cry, he asked a little more forceful. "Did he do this to you, Quinn?" He looked up to see her eyes closed, head down, nodding.

Blaine had never wanted to hurt anyone intentionally before. But after learning this knew piece of information, he had the strongest urge to do so. To a certain mohawked man. "I'm gonna kill him," Blaine practically growled, standing up and grabbing his keys.

"Blaine, please don't!" Quinn pleaded, standing up and grabbing his arm, pulling back towards the sofa. "Please, just listen to me."

Blaine nodded as much as he could for Quinn to continue. He had to calm down because he was about to punch a wall at the state of madness he was in.

"Noah is really a great guy. He just has a little bit of a temper and when he has alcohol flowing through him, it makes him do crazy things. He always says sorry afterwards. He doesn't mean - "

Blaine cut her off, the storm of irritation and hatred sizzling through his veins. "A little bit of a temper?! I would call this," he practically sneered, lifting up Quinn's sleeve to reveal the injuries. "More than just a little bit of a temper."

"Blaine, please calm down! For me, please," Quinn pleaded, and Blaine listened.

"Are there more?" Blaine asked in a quieter nodded yet again. "Show me."

She slowly stood up and lifted her worn out sweater to reveal a black tank top. Blaine had to hold back his own tears at the sight of her. Her beautiful skin was covered in small bruises, some larger than others. He got up and stood next to her, rubbing his thumbs on her shoulders soothingly.

Without saying anything, he led her over to the bathroom. He searched frantically in the back of his mind for the information from a first aid training class he had taken at Dalton years ago and managed to clean a few wounds and sooth other bruises. Throughout the half hour of patching her up, not a word was spoken. All that was heard from small winces and tears from Quinn.

After he had finished, he led her over to his bedroom and let her change into some of his pajamas, seeing that her clothes were dirty and stained. He tucked her into his bed and climbed in next to her, spooning her gently. He heard quiet sobs coming from Quinn until she had fallen asleep. Once he was sure that the girl was asleep, he kissed her temple lightly and whispered, "It'll be alright. I'll protect you, no matter what."

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that was really hard to write, to be honest. and sorry about all the angst.

hope you enjoyed!