Two days had passed since Quinn's outing, resulting in the blonde barely leaving the apartment for fear of being bombarded by the press who decided to camp outside the building. The blonde had asked Rachel to avoid them at all cost, hoping they would leave her alone, but it always seemed like they chased the poor girl into a cab. Phoning Rachel's parents, she apologized for not picking them up from the airport, but promised to pay the cab to get to the place. Now she was sitting around fretting about what Rachel's fathers thought about her. On top of that, she had planned on asking for their permission to ask for Rachel's hand in marriage. Quinn feared she might not get that chance now because of everything that was going on in their lives. In addition to everything, Quinn had closed off from Rachel, not talking about anything and hiding away in the guest bedroom. She had gotten several calls from Santana, but she'd never return them. Santana even went to the lengths on getting a hold of Rachel just to talk to the girl about Quinn.

Rachel hadn't been surprised that Quinn had nearly completely shut down from the outside world. What had surprised her, though, was that the blonde had shut her out as well. After countless hours attempting to get Quinn to talk or cuddle or anything of the sort, the brunette had decided to wait a bit and let the blonde have her time to deal with all of the emotions she was experiencing. She had cut her vocal lessons in half, opting to only two sessions a week to try and avoid leaving the house more than absolutely necessary. Anytime she'd walk out the door, the press that waited outside their apartment threw slews of questions her way, questioning everything from the legitimacy of their relationship to entirely way too personal details about their sex life. To top it all off, Rachel's fathers were due in town and, while she wanted to convince them to wait to visit, she knew there would be no way the stubborn men would even consider it. Quinn was as much family as Rachel was at this point and her fathers would not miss a trip to console the couple.

Rachel pushed past a few of the reporters as she walked inside the apartment building, doing her best not to purposely trip the more persistent ones. She used the climb up the stairs to breathe, trying to regain her calm composure before stepping into the apartment. It had been an entire day since Quinn had come out of the guest room other than to use the restroom, and she was determined to at least get the blonde to eat lunch with her before her fathers arrived in a few hours. The brunette unlocked the door, carrying her chinese takeout inside. She glanced around the apartment, finding no sign of the blonde anywhere, setting their food on the counter to double check they had put extra bacon on Quinn's. The brunette walked across the apartment and to the guest room door, knocking softly "Hey baby, I decided to head home early today so we could have lunch together. I made sure they put more bacon than vegetables on yours," she waited a moment before adding, "can I come in?"

Hearing Rachel come in, Quinn simply stayed quiet in the guest room since she was cleaning it up for Rachel's fathers. She glanced to the door when the brunette knocked on it and swallowed a little before opening the door to the girl. The blonde gave her a small smile, her eyes looking to the floor after they connected with Rachel's. She was entirely ashamed of everything, trying to hide from anyone. Even now, she was fully clothed instead of being comfortable in the house with her girlfriend. She was scared. Even more scared than she was in high school.

Letting Rachel into the room, she was quiet for a moment before looking at the food. "Thank you," she murmured softly, reaching over to take what Rachel had ordered for her. "You really didn't have to." Turning away from Rachel, she took a seat on the bed and stared at the food for a moment before forcing herself to eat since Rachel had bought it for her. She wasn't even sure what she should be doing right now. Quinn was scared to have Rachel so close to the point she could hurt her more than anyone else in the world. The blonde knew she wanted to be with her, but did Rachel still want to be with her?

Rachel's eyes met Quinn's and she offered her up a light smile before it shifted into a frown as the blonde looked down to the floor once again. She stepped into the room slowly, almost hesitantly, as she looked around. It was clear that Quinn had been cleaning and she smiled a little, knowing that the blonde was at least preparing for the impending arrival of her fathers. Handing Quinn her food, she shook her head slightly, "I know I didn't have to. But I wanted to spend some time with you before my fathers get here and demand all of our attention," she said with a playful smile, hoping to lighten the blonde's mood.

She let out a slow breath as Quinn turned away, walking over with her own food to sit on the chair across from the bed, starting to eat slowly. After a few bites, she sat back in her chair, looking up at Quinn through her eye lashes. She eyed the blonde slowly, noticing that, for the first time since they had moved together, Quinn was completely clothed down to the shoes on her feet. Setting her food down on the small table next to the chair, the brunette stood up and sat down next to Quinn. She turned slightly, tilting her body towards her girlfriend, "there's something I want to tell you," she said, clasping her hands in her lap.

Quinn glanced to Rachel sitting next to her on the bed and swallowed thickly at her proximity, feeling like she was in high school again. Hearing her girlfriend, she looked towards her mid chew of her food and stopped. She furrowed her brows to her and nodded for her to continue. "What is it you want to tell me?" She asked softly, shifting to put her food on the table by the bed. Usually when Rachel wanted to talk about something, she was quite serious about it, meaning anything her hands had to be removed.

Rachel smiled at the blonde, trying to calm the nerves that were building up inside of her. They had talked about her giving up NYADA in favor of risking a full time Broadway career, but talking was drastically different than acting. She situated herself briefly before lifting her head to meet Quinn's eyes, "I want to formally withdraw from NYADA and focus my time on auditioning and preparing for the real world. I think it's just a waste of time now. I'd rather spend my days here with you to practice for my audition, rather than spending all of my time on campus doing the exact same thing," she said in one breath, pausing to take in more oxygen, "I just wanted to let you know before I told my dads or made a move to actually withdraw."

Quinn held her breath for a moment before releasing it slowly. She knew is day would come. They had discussed it several times, but that was when Quinn had a set job. Now the blonde was being given any modeling jobs. The ones that she did have before we're all canceled and her agent had recently dropped her, making her currently unemployed. Any of the billboards she was on were taken down by the companies and replaced with someone else. She lost everything with her father's choice to out her. Quinn didn't have a job to look forward to nor was anyone take any photography from her to sell it. She was blacklisted.

"Rachel... We had discussed you leaving when I could support you," she whispered, fearing that her admittance of what has happened would disturb Rachel to the core. "But I can't anymore. I've lost all of my jobs. I've lost my agent and I've been blacklisted. No one will hire me." She paused, feeling the tears rise. "I can't... I can't support you like I had wanted. I can't help you get to Broadway." Quinn looked away from the brunette, taking in a shallow breath. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Rachel shook her head, taking the blonde's hand instinctively, "Quinn, I know," she whispered. She had seen the billboards change around town. She knew where all of Quinn's billboards were in the city, always looking forward to seeing them on her way to campus or to the store. They had all been changed the day after TMZ aired, much to the brunette's dismay. Scooting a little closer to her girlfriend to slip her arm around her waist, "I can give vocal lessons to kids or something," she said with a light shrug. "It's not a set deal and if you don't want me to make that move, I won't. That's why I came to you first."

Placing a soft kiss to Quinn's temple, she brought her finger to her chin, tilting her head lightly until the blonde was facing her, "Don't apologize, Quinn. This is not your fault and you and I both know it. If it were up to me, this entire world wouldn't even think twice about this," she whispered, brushing some of Quinn's hair back slowly, "you know I've never liked Russell, and I never will, but he somehow was able to aid in bringing the most amazing girl into the world. And that's really all I care about. Is that you're in my life and that you're happy. So even if those people camp out of our apartment for the rest of time, I just…I'm happy with you."

"I can't let you take the move," Quinn murmured softly as she looked at the brunette. "You dividing your time from auditioning for Broadway and working just to make the bill payments, isn't going to work. You'll be tired by the end of the day and burnt out completely to the point you'll give up. I can't let that happen." She shook her head slowly. "I'll do whatever I can to get a job, but I can't support you the way I want to. I'm not even sure what I can do."

Taking a deep breath, she swallowed and cupped Rachel's face gently. "I love you more than anything in the world Rachel, but I'm scared that me being with you is blocking you from anything," she whispered softly. "Do you really think your fathers accept me? I'm a freak. I'm not normal. Do you think your fathers accept me being with you at all?"

"Then I'll wait, Quinn," she said softly, brushing the pad of her thumb against the blondes jaw, "I'll wait until the dream role comes and we're more financially stable." She knew that one day she'd have to give up NYADA if she ended up getting cast in a role. Quinn had always been the more level headed of the two, stabilizing Rachel's impulsive tendencies.

The brunette tilted her head slightly, reveling in Quinn's touch. "Being with you will not keep me from anything Quinn, at least anything I even care to be a part of. There is absolutely no way you being in my life would ever hold me back. You keep me going, everyday," she whispered, resting her hands over the blonde's. She took in a slow breath, her heart breaking at Quinn's statements, "Quinn, baby. They love you so much. Of course they accept us being together. If they didn't, they would've made their opinions known over these past two years." She leaned forward slowly, pressing a kiss to Quinn's cheek, "And you are not a freak."

Leaning into Rachel, she pressed her forehead against the brunette's. "Baby," she murmured softly. She stroked her cheeks gently with her thumbs, watching Rachel's face. "I'm the man-hands. I'm RuPaul. I'm the girl with a penis. I'm the freak." Looking away, she dropped her hands from Rachel and shook her head. "I'm not the girl you should be loving. I'm not the person you should be with. You should be with someone who is normal. You should be with a girl who wears a strap on instead of having a dick."

Quinn shook her head slightly, turning so she could look away. The blonde ran a hand through her hair and slumped a little. "I don't know what to do," she whispered. "I want to be normal." Quinn crumpled slightly, covering her face from the brunette.

Rachel let her eyes fall shut briefly, taking in a slow breath, attempting to savor Quinn's touch even though it definitely wasn't under ideal circumstances. She rested her hand lightly on Quinn's back as the girl turned away. "I don't want anyone else Quinn. You're the girl I love and the person I want to be with. I told you two years ago that I didn't care what was between your legs, I cared about who you were. And that hasn't changed in the slightest," she whispered.

The brunette trailed her hand slowly along the blonde's spine, nodding slowly as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. "Do you want the surgery?" she asked softly, recalling the conversation the couple had when Quinn had first told her about her penis. "I've never been particularly keen on the idea or anything…but if it's something that you feel like you need…just say the word."

Quinn, in all honesty, didn't want the surgery whatsoever. She wanted to be herself no matter what. Hanging her head, she shrugged slightly. "I don't know," she whispered, rubbing her hands against her thighs. She swallowed thickly, hearing the knock on the door of the apartment. Sighing, she pulled away from Rachel and took her hand. Quinn pulled the brunette up and leaned in to kiss her softly. The moment her lips connected with the brunette's, she cupped her face and deepened the kiss.

Moaning softly, she pushed into the brunette lightly until she heard the knock on the door again. She sighed for a moment, brushing her fingers against her throat gently. "I love you," she murmured softly, pulling away from the girl. "Let me grab the door." Moving to the door, she opened it for Rachel's fathers and smiled tentatively to them. "Hiram, Leroy... Good to see you." Stepping back, she let them in and glanced to Rachel.

Rachel looked down, sighing. Her fathers really couldn't have arrived at worse moment. It had been the first real discussion she had had with Quinn since everything had happened. She gladly took Quinn's hands, lifting herself up from the bed and closer to her girlfriend. Happily surprised when the blonde leaned in to kiss her, her arms slipped around the girl's waist, pulling their bodies closer as Quinn deepened the kiss. Even after two years together, Rachel still felt the electricity every time they kissed.

She couldn't help but let out a quiet moan when she felt Quinn pressing closer to her. Their kiss slowed and she pulled her lips back slowly, giving the blonde's hips a light squeeze, "I love you so much," she replied, frowning slightly at the loss of contact. Following the blonde out into the living room, she grinned widely at her fathers. It was all she could do but tackle them when they stepped into her apartment. Instead, she walked calmly to her father, wrapping her arms around him for a tight hug, "Hi dad, Hi daddy," she said softly, glancing over at Leroy who was now holding his arms out for Quinn, pulling the hesitant blonde in for a hug. "Were the people outside too much trouble?" she asked, smiling at both men as they all walked into the living area. "I almost kicked one of their asses this morning on my way home." Leroy turned to Quinn, smiling over at her, "Hon, we're so sorry for everything that's happened. Hiram had to talk me down from going over to kill the son of a bitch, myself."

Quinn walked into Leroy's embrace, hugging him tightly. She loved these men so much, considering them her fathers. Pulling back as she heard Rachel's question, she nodded before looking back at the men. She actually snorted to Leroy and nodded. "If I was there, I might've punched him on national television," she murmured in reply. Hugging Hiram, she smiled into the embrace. "Thank you guys for still coming." She stated softly even if she didn't exactly feel that way. Giving them one more smile, she pulled away from them and went to go start making something for the evening. Quinn simply wanted to get away.

Puttering out the kitchen, she decided to make something she knew well which was simply a vegetarian dish for dinner. Quinn was quiet mostly, trying to make a good dinner for all of them. She at least wanted to look like she was still providing for Rachel somehow. Making the rice, she felt her heart constricting again as Russell's words rang through her mind. Quinn rested her hand against the counter, feeling her tears start to stream down her face slowly as she tried to continue cooking.

Rachel smiled over at Quinn as she stepped towards the kitchen. It had been the most socializing the blonde had done since the episode of TMZ. She helped her fathers get their bags into the guest room, apologizing for the food that had been left by the pair in the bedroom. She knew that her fathers would get the full story of their reaction to the news eventually and now definitely wasn't the best time. She opted to discuss their flight to the city instead, smiling happily while they spoke, her thoughts drifting to the blonde in the kitchen.

After a few minutes, Rachel grabbed their food from the takeout boxes to dispose of properly in the kitchen, allowing her fathers a moment to get settled in. Walking into the kitchen, she sat the boxes on the counter, coming up behind the blonde and slipping her arms around her waist, casually reaching around to wipe the few stray tears from the blonde's cheek. "I'll keep them entertained as much as I can. Do you need any help in the kitchen?" she asked, placing a light kiss to her shoulder before slipping away to toss the food in the trash, knowing they'd never touch it again.

Quinn froze for a moment, hearing someone come into the kitchen, but relaxed the moment she felt feminine arms wrap around her waist. The blonde turned her head a little to let Rachel wipe at her tears. "It's a simple dinner, so no," she whispered, turning around to pull the brunette into her. "Will you lay with me tonight? I know your fathers are here." Quinn paused before shaking her head slowly. "Never mind, I don't want cause any issues. Just... give me a little bit."

Swallowing, she released Rachel to finish up the dinner. She dished out the food and set the table for the men. "Go ahead and tell your fathers dinner is ready." Quinn smiled a little and made sure to put everything on the table as Hiram and Leroy wanted. She focused on pleasing the men tonight to prove she could take care of Rachel.

Rachel smiled slightly. She knew that her fathers both knew the couple shared a bed, they weren't clueless. But she knew it'd be pointless to argue with Quinn right now and it'd be much easier to sneak into bed with the blonde after her fathers went to bed. She'd be more likely to agree to cuddles if she was ambushed by a pouting brunette rather than arguing about it now. Nodding to Quinn, she stepped back into the living room to go retrieve her fathers.

The three Berries returned to the kitchen and Rachel couldn't fight the smile that appeared on her face at how much effort Quinn had put into the dinner. "This looks delicious, Quinn," Hiram said as they all walked up to the table. Rachel sat next to the blonde, slipping her hand into Quinn's to give the blonde a reassuring squeeze, "It does look pretty amazing. I've been fortunate enough to find the best non-vegetarian vegan chef ever to exist…no offense dad." The four settled in for some mildly awkward small talk over dinner, talking about pretty much anything other than the subject of the recent outing of Quinn. As the family finished up dinner, Rachel stood, taking the empty plates that were on the table to go load the dishwasher. Shooing her fathers into the living room, she smiled at Quinn, "go talk to dads, I'll finish up here. Or you can join me?" she asked with a smile, "I don't want you to do all the work."

The blonde was mostly quiet through dinner, talking only when she was asked a question or spoken to since her body was still going through shock. She ate though, thankfully getting something else in her stomach today. Glancing to Rachel as the girl took the dishes, Quinn almost protested, but she was stopped when she was suggested to go talk to her fathers or join her girlfriend. She stood up to stop Rachel before she went into the kitchen and pulled her into a slow kiss just to explain how much she loved the girl.

Smiling a little, she left Rachel to go greet her fathers and keep them entertained. "Evening," she murmured as she took a seat across from them. "Hopefully, your flight was all right and you were bombarded by people asking you if you were related to Rachel. I know there are some fans and press people who do that. It's annoying." Quinn smiled slightly to them, but inside she was shaking slightly to even be in their presence. "Do you..." She paused for a moment, taking a breath. "Do you accept Rachel and I? I mean, do you accept us as a couple? Do you accept the fact that I can, if not using the right protection, get her pregnant?"

Rachel leaned happily into the kiss, moving her lips slowly with the blonde's. As they pulled back she flashed Quinn a knowing smile, watching the girl walk into the living room to join her fathers. She finished up loading the dishwasher, dillydallying in the kitchen as long as socially acceptable in hopes of giving Quinn time alone with her fathers.

Leroy and Hiram were surprised to see Quinn join them in the living room. Rachel had called them earlier that day to explain what all was going on for them personally, making sure they wouldn't push Quinn too much. They were her dads and pushing people to try and open up seemed to run in the family, so Rachel deemed it necessary to give them a heads up. "The flight was absolutely lovely. And the only people that even asked us questions were outside of the apartment and they were easy enough to shrug off," Leroy spoke up, glancing to his husband who nodded in the affirmative. The Berrymen were both surprised to hear Quinn's final questions. It definitely explained why the blonde was acting so nervous around them. Hiram leaned forward this time, smiling comfortingly at the girl, "We love how happy you make our daughter. You make sure she's happy and safe and she loves you. That's all we ever could hope for for Rachel. Do we want to think about your sex life? Absolutely not. It's something no father ever wants to hear. But is it an issue for us? No, of course not. It's also not our choice on whether or not you and Rachel are together. That's between the two of you," he said, settling back into the couch. Leroy looked to the blonde, "we've always accepted your relationship with Rachel."

Quinn nodded slowly to both men, taking in their opinions. She felt a little bit of a weight being lifted off her shoulders, knowing they accepted her and Rachel. The blonde gave them a small smile and leaned back on her couch, running a hand over her face. She felt like she was flailing most of the time, working so hard to gain something from this world. Sighing, she looked up at Rachel and smiled a little. "I'm going to head to bed for the night, but I'll see you in the morning," she murmured softly as she shook both mens' hands gently.

Kissing Rachel goodnight, she headed to their room and stripped down to her boxer briefs along with a simple tank. She felt exposed even with something covering her, but she slid into bed to curl up on her side to try and possibly sleep that evening. If she was lucky tomorrow, she could find some agent to take over her and possibly get her gigs again.

Rachel smiled at the blonde, giving her a soft kiss goodnight, hoping the blonde would be able to get some rest. She had heard Quinn walking around the apartment for the past few nights, unable to sleep. Rejoining her father's she sat between them on the couch, allowing the pair to simply comfort her. She rested her head on her dad's shoulder while she told them about the various things that had gone on since the outing. Quinn's distance, the annoying reporters outside, and especially the need to avoid any sort of social media outlet.

After an hour or so of relaxing with her fathers, they decided to head to bed, knowing that the plane ride would catch up with them come morning. She hugged both of them goodnight, giving them the general information about where towels and such were. Stealing one more hug, she stepped out of the guest room, cutting off the lights to tiptoe into her and Quinn's room. She grabbed her pajamas, quickly changing and discarding her dress into the hamper before slipping under the covers. "Is this ok?" she whispered, scooting a little closer.

Turning over when she felt Rachel slip into the bed, she wrapped her arms possessively around the girl. "This is fine," she murmured softly. "I just needed to be alone a couple of nights." She kissed the brunette's shoulder through her pajamas. Smiling a little, the blonde fingered the fabric. "I still can't believe you wear pajamas around me. I would have figured less was best for you." Sliding her hand underneath her shirt, she teased her stomach slowly to let her feel her fingers gliding across her skin. "I love you," she murmured softly, kissing her neck lightly.

Rachel's arms fell around the girl's waist, curling up into her embrace. She let out a quiet giggle, kissing Quinn's temple softly. "What if there were a giant fire and my fathers needed me to go rescue them?" she said in a soft voice. The brunette could feel the goosebumps following Quinn's fingers along her stomach, a smile on her lips. "I love you too, baby," she whispered, sliding her fingers along the fabric of the blonde's tank top, tilting her head slightly for Quinn's lips. "Kiss me, Quinn," she whispered, lifting the blonde's chin.

Quinn smiled slightly to the brunette. "I'm not saying be naked," she whispered. "I was saying simply wear less. It's hot enough without pajamas, so I could imagine how hot it is now." The blonde smiled, tracing her fingertips up under her breast lightly as she heard her request. Leaning into Rachel, she kissed her softly and slipped her hand over her breast, claiming her in the kiss. She hummed as she deepened the kiss, her body already feeling the burn of an arousal spreading through her.

Her lips pressed to the blonde's a hand moving up to cup her cheek as they deepened the kiss. Rachel smiled against Quinn's lips, using the arm around the blonde's waist to pull the girl closer. As much as Rachel hated to admit it, things would be so different now. They'd never be able to go back to how everything was before this past week. But the only thing that seemed of importance at the moment was the blonde who's lips were moving languidly against hers. Grazing her fingers along the blonde's jaw, she moved her hand along her neck before coming to a rest.

Shifting her body over, she laid in between the brunette's legs and continued their kiss. Quinn hummed into her mouth a little, sliding her other hand to cup the girl's other breast. She wasn't asking for sex entirely tonight. Quinn was asking to claim her girlfriend, keeping her as her girlfriend. Sliding one of her hands down Rachel's sides, she squeezed her hip affectionately and trailed her kisses down her neck slowly. It was odd how Quinn wanted to escape for two days only to be coming back to Rachel, wanting her the night the girl's fathers were in he second room.

Rachel readjusted her legs on either side of the blonde, letting out a soft moan into the kiss as Quinn cupped her breast. She slid her hand around to cup the blonde's neck, her head falling back against the pillow as the blonde's lips moved along her neck. Biting down on her bottom lip, eyes fluttering closed as a smile graced her lips, appreciating the soft squeeze the blonde offered to her hips. The brunette ran her fingers along the blonde's shoulders, grazing against the skin under the fabric of the tank top.

Quinn groaned into the brunette underneath her, her body feeling like it was on fire. She shifted just right with Rachel, her member brushing against her own leg. The blonde stopped at that and swallowed a little before pulling back from Rachel to lay on her side. Feeling like she had been burned slightly, she swallowed and simply cradle Rachel close to her. As much as she had wanted sex, she had issues now at feeling and seeing herself. The blonde ran a hand over her face before rolling out of the bed to head into the bathroom. Shutting the door, she locked it and went to take a cold shower.

Rachel's nails scratched against the blonde's shoulders as she bit back a moan. She was snapped out of her daze by Quinn's sudden stop and almost protested before she caught herself. They were back to babysteps but, even though Rachel would have wanted to take quiet a few more than they had, this was progress. The blonde had struggled with her body when they had first started dating with only a few people knowing about her. And now, with an entire world knowing Quinn's most personal details, Rachel knew it would be a long road of babysteps before things were back to normal. She curled into the blonde, pressing a light kiss to her shoulder. Her fingers trailed against Quinn's side as she pulled away, slipping from the bed. Rolling onto her back, she closed her eyes, listening to the sound of the shower starting up. She ran her hands over her face slowly, running her fingers through her hair before rolling back over and onto the blonde's side of the bed.

Letting the cold water cascade down her naked body, Quinn hung her head and kept her eyes closed. She couldn't do this. She could have the very thing that now haunted her if she stepped outside of her apartment. The blonde leaned into the tile wall, pressing her forehead against the cool, wet tile before her eyes looked around the shower. Seeing a razor on the edge of the bathtub, she went for it and popped it open to pull out one of the tiny blades. Quinn took in several deep breaths before looking down at herself. Holding her member in one hand, she touched the razor to the side of it and cut deep into the skin a whimper of pain leaving her lips. She took in several more breaths before cutting again to let out an actual yelp of pain.

Rachel had finally given up on waiting up for the blonde. She had spent the past two nights up listening to Quinn moving around the apartment and the need for sleep was overwhelming. Her eyes fluttered shut and she was pretty sure she had dozed off for a minute, her face pressed against the blonde's pillow, when she was shaken from her sleep by a cry from the bathroom. It took her a moment to register the sound, finally realizing that the blonde in the bathroom sounded like she was hurt. The brunette untangled herself from the sheets, practically running to the door, attempting to open it. "Quinn?" she called out, knocking on the door, "Quinn are you okay?"

Quinn gritted her teeth then, cutting again until she let out a sob of pain and slumped against the wall. The blonde wanted it off. She wanted it gone. It was so much pain cutting at it though. Quinn cried then, letting out a yell and punching at the tile wall. She yelped again, feeling like she broke her hand. Looking down at the bottom of the shower, she watched the blood leak out into the water and go down the drain. Maybe it'd be easier to bleed to death rather than simply cutting it off. Just let everything go and slip into a happy piece of mind. She never once acknowledged Rachel's calls from the door, choosing to ignore them instead.

Rachel was now in full panic mode another cry sounded from the bathroom without a response from Quinn. Her mind immediately focused on trying to get into the room without a key. She hopped in place for a second, trying to remember the technique Santana had taught her as a joke one night while waiting for Quinn to get ready for dinner. Bobby pin. She ran over to the dresser, digging through a drawer until she found what she was looking for. She made her way back to the door, repeating Santana's instructions in her head as she slipped the bobby pin in the small hole on the doorknob, focusing all of her energy on keeping her hands from shaking as an angrier sounding yelp came from the bathroom. A sigh of relief rushed over her as the lock clicked open and the brunette threw the door open, making a beeline for the shower.

Her heart stopped when she saw a bleeding blonde slumped back against the shower wall, eyes cast downward as sobs wracked her body. "Quinn," she breathed in a broken whisper. Rachel didn't hesitate to walk over to the blonde, adrenaline taking over for her. She reached over and slipped the razor from Quinn's hand, throwing it in the trashcan a few feet away from her before she slipped her arm around the girl, "We have to get you out of the shower and to the hospital, baby," she said in a relatively calm voice, "and we need to stop the bleeding."

The blonde was leaning her head against the tile, barely glancing to Rachel as she felt the razor being taken from her. She groaned against Rachel, not putting any effort into getting herself up from the bathtub. "Stop," she whispered. "Just let me be." Quinn tried to push the brunette back, her strength failing her because of her exhaustion. She didn't want to fight, but she didn't want to go either. The blonde just wanted to lay there in the tub until it stopped.

Rachel fought back the tears that became more persistant at the blonde's exhausted tone. "I'm not going to stop because I love you," she said in a gentle tone, "and you're not going to give up on what we have." Using a small towel, the brunette pushed back Quinn's hands, carefully applying pressure to the open cut. Using the arm that wasn't trying to stop the bleeding, Rachel gripped tightly on Quinn's waist, using as much of the strength she had to lift Quinn from her position in the tub. As she pulled her into a standing position, she struggled to get the blonde back onto the floor, sitting her down on the soft rug. She quickly ran from the girl, grabbing her phone before heading back to Quinn. Dialing 911, Rachel focused on keeping Quinn from bleeding more than she already had, simultaneously explaining to the dispatch what had occurred, her free hand brushing blonde hair back gently. After hanging up the phone, she dialed her father's number, not daring to get up from the blonde who had already given up. She muttered a few words to Leroy, telling him Quinn was hurt and ambulance was on the way before tossing her phone aside.

Quinn hesitantly moved with the brunette, only slumping down now in front of the bathtub. She leaned backwards, letting her own tears fall now. "I don't want to be here," she whispered through tears, her body shaking from the shock of the cutting. Quinn sobbed, turning her head away from Rachel so she didn't have to see her eyes. The sirens were close then, the sounds of them echoing down the street and finally stopping near the building. It didn't take the paramedics to get up the stairs and start pounding on the door to their apartment, leaving Hiram to go grab the door for them to let them enter.

Rachel pressed a kiss to the blonde's temple, slumping down next to the girl. She could hear the sirens as they got closer and she had never been more thankful that her dads were in the apartment to deal with the basics while she stayed with Quinn. "I need you to be here, Quinn," she whispered into the blonde hair as she heard the paramedics at the door. It was only a matter of a few seconds before they were surrounded, the blonde being lifted and laid down on the stretcher. Rachel stood, following them out of the bathroom and into the living room, finding the arms of her dads who had already hailed their own cab to follow Rachel and Quinn to the hospital. The brunette, despite a mild protest from one paramedic, refused to leave Quinn's side, following the group out to the ambulance. She shoved past one persistent reporter, climbing into the back of the ambulance behind Quinn.

Blacking out after hearing Rachel's request, she didn't notice anything going on around here except for the weightlessness she felt when being lifted. Even if she was jostled a little into the ambulance, she felt nothing. It wasn't until hours later, her eyelids fluttered open. She closed them quickly to block out the harsh light from the hallway, but soon slowly opened them again. The blonde could feel the IV in her arm and the pain in between her legs. She groaned softly, swallowing a little before lifting her sheet to look in between her legs. Finding her member still there, Quinn slumped back and sobbed until the actual tears came. She groaned in displeasure, trying to find a way off the hospital bed now.

Rachel had spent the past few hours pacing in the hallway, ignoring any consoling words her fathers had attempted to offer. For the latter part of the time in the hospital, she had chosen to sit in the chair inside of Quinn's hospital room needing to be close to the blonde regardless of whether or not the girl was awake. Anything was better than her dads sympathetic smiles and stares from people passing by. She heard a faint stirring in the bed but thought nothing of it. Quinn had made a little bit of noise every so often before quieting down and falling asleep. Rachel's eyes opened in time to see the blonde attempting to sit up from the bed. The brunette walked over to the bed and gently pushed Quinn's shoulder back down into the lying position. "Don't," she said in a soft voice, "don't run away right now. You need to get your rest right now and we can figure out a plan to break out of here when you wake up," she said, keeping her hand rested on the blonde's shoulder, fingers stroking the skin slowly in an attempt to keep Quinn from noticing that she was leaving her hand there to keep the blonde from sitting up and hurting herself worse.

Looking up when Rachel came close, she tried to wiggle out, but was stopped when the brunette pushed her back down. Quinn wanted to fight the girl, but any strength she had was gone. The blonde cried even more then, wanting to just escape everything. Lifting her free hand up, she covered her face and shook her head slowly as sobs wracked her body. "I don't want to be here," she mumbled through her tears, looking away from the brunette. Hearing the door open, she heard the sounds of shoes walking in until she saw the doctor come to the side she was facing. She watched him as he started to speak.

"Hi Ms. Fabray," he stated softly, reaching out to touch her hand. "I'm Doctor Whitmore. It seemed that you managed to cut into a portion of your... member. I restitched it and made sure nothing was drastically cut, which means you'll have full use of it again in a while. You'll have to let it heal though first before you go around doing any activity that can stress it. Also, since we have some insistent paparazzi trying to get in, we've stationed an officer by your door along with several outside of the hopsital to make sure they don't get in. Any information of what happened stays with us. Try to heal up. We do offer some guidance or therapists at the hopsital if you wish to speak to any of them about your condition." Quinn turned away at that, choosing to look towards Rachel instead. She was done listening to him.

Even Rachel got annoyed listening to the doctor. And, while the brunette was thankful that there was strict confidentiality and a few officers around the property, Rachel just wanted the doctor to leave so she could attempt to talk to Quinn. After Doctor Whitmore checked over a few more things, he made his way out of the room, leaving the couple alone. Turning her attention to Quinn, reaching down to cup the blonde's cheek softly. "If you wanted it to go away, we could've done the surgery, baby," she said softly. "I've always loved you exactly the way you are, but if it's something that you want to do then I'll do anything to make it happen." She sat down carefully on the edge of the bed, eyeing the blonde hesitantly. Rachel knew she was treading on thin ice and she didn't want to push the blonde further away, but she needed to at least try. She always had to try when it came to Quinn. "Please never ever scare me like that again Quinn. I can't lose you," she murmured, wiping a few tears away. "Just the thought of you not being here anymore…I just…I can't even imagine how life would ever be ok again."

Quinn was quiet after the doctor left, her mind racing on how to get out of there, but the sound of Rachel's voice made her stop. She looked to the brunette, listening to her explain she would have helped just to get the surgery. That was the thing though, she had accepted herself up until Russell Fabray had ruined her entire career. Shaking her head a little, she reached out to take Rachel's hand gently. "I was happy with everything I was until my own father outed me to an entire nation and the world," she murmured to the brunette. "Now I have no job because of what I am. I thought maybe if it was gone people could accept me again." She turned away slightly to let a fresh tear fall. Hearing the door open, Quinn glanced over to see Santana walking in slowly. "Hey Q," she whispered to her. "If I had my choice right now, your father would be dead and I'd be able to go all Lima Heights Adjacent on the media. Maybe then the press would leave you alone." Quinn smirked to Santana and shook her head slightly. "It doesn't matter. You know they don't accept me."

Rachel gladly took Quinn's hand, lightly brushing her fingers against the back of her fingertips. That was the worst part about everything that had happened. Quinn had been so comfortable with who she was until Russell came back into the picture. Her attention was pulled when Santana walked into the room and Rachel offered the girl a small smile. She loved Santana and Quinn's friendship. It was so unique but somehow they always knew just what to say to one another. "I can give you guys a moment," she said, standing from the spot on the bed.

Quinn squeezed Rachel's hand and pulled her back down, shaking her head. "You can stay," she murmured, running her thumb against the back of the brunette's hand. Santana shifted towards the bed, sitting on the other side. "They tried to put up my billboards in place of yours after everything came out. I told them they can go fuck themselves. I quit their branch. I've also been talking to some people about you. I know you don't have an agent anymore, but I think mine wants to take you over. She said you can start small again and work your way up, we just have to position you as a straddler for men's and women's clothing which by the way, fuck you. I couldn't even think about doing that." Quinn blinked at Santana for a moment before shaking her head. "You don't have an agent Lopez. So stop bullshitting me." The Latina simply rolled her eyes. "Fabray... I'm my own agent which means I can take you on and get you gigs. That is the whole point of a friendship, right? We help each other. We both get money out of this and you need the money more than I do. I'll take a break and simply focus on getting you back to where you were." Quinn almost felt like she might suffocate for a moment. She didn't even think about Santana helping her at all. Santana looked towards the brunette. "And if you'd like, I could help you as well. I have connections."

Rachel sat back down on her spot by Quinn's bed, holding the blonde's hand with both of hers. As Santana spoke, Rachel nodded. She looked up from where she had been staring at the bed to eye the Latina. Only Santana would curse at Quinn when she was in the hospital. She was the only one who would ever even think about it. Glancing from Santana to Quinn, Rachel give the blonde's hand a light squeeze before rubbing her arm slowly. She turned her attention back to Santana with a soft smile, "I…thank you, Santana. Thank you so much."

The blonde looked up at the brunette, knowing pretty well she looked like a lost four year old. "I never... Wanted the surgery in the first place. I've read the risks. I just couldn't cope. I figured I'd deal with the risks if they happened just because I want to seem normal to the rest of the population. Last night I simply acted on an instinct and I went for it. It was stupid, I know." She murmured, before she glanced to Santana who was leaving the room. Quinn felt her tears leaving the corner of her eyes. "I had wanted to sleep with you last night, but just the feeling of it scared me."

Rachel shook her head at Santana as a smile played on her lips. Santana really was the best friend anyone could have. Apart from when her rage issue was directed towards either Quinn or Rachel, she was always the person the couple could count on. The brunette turned to her girlfriend, reaching up and brushing her thumbs against her cheek, her smile growing as she saw Quinn smile a real smile for the first time in a week. "Baby, we can support each other," she said softly, placing a light kiss to Quinn's forehead.