Pairing: Rachel/Quinn

Notes: Finn does something truly despicable.

Warning: You're all gonna hate me.

Disclaimer: I own nothings, but the random ramblings of which occur in my brain. Glee and any other copyrighted content used belongs to their respective owners.


Leroy opened the front door, drawing his robe tighter around him as the fresh night air came in, "Santana..." he pinched the bridge of his nose in attempt to clear his blurred vision, "it's late," he glanced at his watch, still not having truly registered the girls appearance, "it's past eleven..."

"I'm sorry Mr. B..." her voice was hoarse and strained, "I just...I went to Q's but she wasn't there..."

"Santana, what happened?" Leroy's eyes finally focused on the girl in front of him. Disheveled hair, puffy and swollen eyes, tear stained skin, flushed cheeks. He placed a hand on the troubled girls shoulder, "Come in."

"I didn't know where else to go..." she allowed herself to be guided into the house, "I couldn't let Britt see me like this..."

"Shhh, it's ok," he guided her through to the lounge, "sit."

Santana slumped into the couch, she was exhausted, today had been one hell of a day. She tried to keep the tears at bay, there was nothing she hated more than crying, "I'm so sorry Mr. B..." she had no idea what she should say, her mind was still processing everything. She was full of hurt and anger.

"It's ok," Leroy sat beside Santana, "you're always welcome here. Do your parents know where you are?"

"No," she sniffed, her parents were the last thing she wanted to think about right now.

"Don't you think maybe you should call them, let them know you're safe?They're probably worried about y-"

"Santana?" Rachel stood in the doorway, Charlie placed in her arms.

"I thought you'd gone to bed?" Leroy asked.

"I did, but then someone," she looked down at the baby in her arms, "decided they wished to be awake. I heard talking so I figured I'd come down and see who else was awake. What's going on?"

Santana hung her head, she didn't want to draw Rachel into this, not if she could avoid it, "Is Q awake?" she rasped.

"No," Rachel studied the girl currently on her couch, "Santana...what's wrong?"

"Rachel, please..." she hoped that the use of her actual name would convey the things she needed, "I need Q."

Rachel nodded her head slowly as she made her way over to the couch and rearranged herself so that Charlie was resting against her, held in place with one hand, "Come on," she offered the Latina her hand.

Santana looked at Rachel, confusion creeping across her face, "I don't know Berry, maybe I should..."

"Shh!" Rachel interrupted, "It's late, you are in no fit state to be driving anywhere else tonight. In fact, you probably shouldn't have even driven here. You're staying here tonight and that's that, I have a queen size bed there's plenty of room for one more. You can talk to Quinn upstairs and daddy can go back to bed. If you need privacy I can go sit in the nursery with Charlie."

"I..." she let out a defeated sigh, "ok."

Leroy looked at his daughter as he pushed himself up from the couch, "If you need anything," his eyes flicked to Santana, "you know where I am."

"Thanks Daddy." She took hold of Santana's hand and gave a gentle tug, "Come on, let's get you upstairs."

Rachel led her friend upstairs and straight into her bedroom, "Hey, I didn't realise you were awake," she said as she noticed her girlfriend propped up in bed.

"I heard you leave to get Charlie," Quinn replied sleepily, "I figured I'd wait for you to come back to bed."

"Q..."

"San?" she sat herself upright, "What are you doing here? What's going on?" she looked between her best friend and her girlfriend.

Rachel offered a shrug of her shoulders, "I have no idea," she walked over to the basinet in her room and gently placed her daughter down.

"I..." she raked her fingers through her hair, "I went to your house, you weren't there..." Santana began, "I didn't know where else to go..."

"Come here," Quinn pat the spot on the bed beside her.

"Do you want me to leave you guys alone?" Rachel asked timidly.

"No," Santana said, she knew that Rachel needed to hear this, "you should stay."

"Ok, let me just shut the door."

The three sat on the bed in the silence, Rachel and Quinn unsure as to whether they needed to prompt Santana or if she'd start talking of her own accord.

Santana tried to forge words but they failed her, all of them dying in her throat and adding to the rock wedged there.

"S," Quinn placed a hand gently on her friends knee, "what happened?"

Tears slowly began to fall down the Latina's face as she forced out, "They kicked me out."

"What?" Rachel's brow knotted, "Who kicked you out?"

"They know," Quinn said simply, "you told them?"

"Of course not!" Santana cried.

"Then how..." Quinn couldn't figure it out.

"Hudson."

"Wait..." Rachel couldn't keep up, "what's Finn got to do with any of this?"

Santana was thankful to be home, the day's Cheerio practice had been extra gruelling due to Coach Sylvester's latest out of this world scheme to insure the squad maintained it's champion status. She flung her bag at the foot of the staircase and followed the aromas wafting from the kitchen. "Something smells good," she called out as a way of greeting. She came to a stop in the doorway as she noticed the serious faces filling the room, "Who died?" she deadpanned.

"Santana," her mother pulled out a chair, "come sit."

She stood frozen to the spot, "Seriously, who died?"

"Sit," Mrs. Lopez repeated.

Santana reluctantly did as she was told and took a seat opposite her grandmother, her mother and father stood either side. "What's going on?"

"We had a visitor while you were at practice," her mother began.

"Ok?" she took in the three sullen faces that couldn't quite look her in the eyes, "What's going on? You're really making me worry here. Who came to visit?"

"A friend of yours from Glee club."

"He had some interesting things to say about you," her father continued, "and Brittany."

Santana's face went slack at the realisation of what was going on.

"Tell me it's not true," her grandmother spoke.

"Abuelita..." Santana was at a loss as to what to say, so many words churned around in her head.

"Well?" her grandmother prompted.

Santana sighed, the damage had already been done, Finn had forced her hand. "I love girls," she began, "the way I'm suppose to feel about boys. It's just something that's always been inside of me. When I'm with Brittany I finally understand what people are talking about when they talk about love."

"A girl in your class, in your glee club was attacked because of this!" her father spat.

"Christ! Is that what he told you?!" she pushed herself away from the table. "I didn't choose to be like this! I've tried so hard to push this feeling away and keep it locked inside but everyday just feels like a war. I walk around so mad at the world but I'm really just fighting with myself."

The words hung in the air as everyone digested what was said.

"I want you to leave this house," it was her grandmother who broke the silence, "I don't ever want to see you again."

"Abuela, you don't..."

"Go. Now."

Santana looked at each face of her family, "I'm the same person I was a minute ago."

"You made your choice," her voice was firm and cold, "Now I have made mine."

"Abeulita please..."

"I said get out."

She knew her parents weren't coming to her rescue, abuela's word was law. She ran out of the kitchen, grabbed her bag and darted out of the house, slamming the door as she did so. Santana hurriedly started her car and sped off down the street, only lasting five minutes before she had to pull over and succumb to her tears.

Quinn pulled Santana against her and enveloped her in a hug, "It's gonna be ok San," she stroked the ends of the long jet black hair.

"Really Q?!" she asked increduously as she pulled away, "They kicked me out! Mi abuela hates me!"

"Santana..." Rachel reached out and placed her hand against the Latina's back, "I'm so sorry."

"What am I supposed to do Q? I can't stay at B's, I can't let her see me like this."

"Shhh," she continued stroking her friends hair, "Don't worry about that right now, we'll figure it all out. I promise."

"You can stay here as long as you need to," Rachel added.

"This is low," Santana managed to force out, "even for Finn."

"This isn't the only thing he's been up to," Quinn added.

"I knew he was up to something," the head Cheerio sniffed as she tried to stem the flow of tears.

"What do you mean?" Rachel asked looking at Quinn and Santana, "What's been going on?"


Author's note: Hi guys, you should all go thank my best friend Davis B.P Thank you for always being my number one reviewer and helping me to get all these ideas out and onto paper (so to speak). Also a big shoutout to MikA-FaberryLuver4395 for proofreading for me.

And again with the cliff hanger, I know, I know, I'm evil and you all hate me LOL

So I plan to see this story through, right until the very end but I feel it's only fair to warn you that it will NOT be anywhere close to the length of Dirty Little Secret. As you may or may not have noticed my chapters are generally around the 1,000 word mark and that's the way they're going to stay unfortunately. I have to focus on real life issues that are interfering with my writing. This said I'm tempted to do another sequel following the girls throughout various stages of their lives - a few chapters on college, Beth's first day at school, possible engagements, how friendships change, etc. what do you all think of this? Do we like this idea?