Hey everyone, some of you replied yesterday and I really appreciate that. I know it's weird me updating in the middle of the day, but I stayed home today even though it's the 5th day of school, but I feel like shit and I don't want to get anyone else sick… so, this kinda came to me in the questions I asked you yesterday…kinda. Umm, I wanted to thank a few people for being supportive… Joylinda being the primary has reviewed for me on most if not all chapters and I am forever grateful, ErosEternaGlee has been really supportive, jjjpark, sdmwd1115, GleeGirl had a really nice review in chapter 6 that meant a lot, and I Love Santana seems to have been here for a while. I will be doing this, the dedications/shout outs more regularly. Maybe every 2 or 5 chapters. Enjoy!
P.S there is a minimal time jump, but just to Monday. I will have Quinn thoughtfully recap the weekend.

Quinn POV

The weekend was amazing; I couldn't have asked for it to have gone better. Santana went home on Saturday night because her parents missed her, but they understood. She begged me to come over the next day so her dad could at least check out my arm, and I told her about how that was what Wednesday was for. She shrugged and told me she was just anxious. Puck and Emily were passed out on the couch and Santana and I snapped quick pictures before covering them with a blanket. I walked Santana to the door and she kissed my temple before telling me that if she needed anything, that I should call. I then went across the hall to Mr. Schue's, but not before writing a note to puck about it.

I stood outside his door, hesitant, and then knocked, almost regretting the action. The door flew open…

"Quinn…?" he half stated, half asked before baking up and to the side and motioning for me to come in, "Come on in, are you okay?"

"Yes, Mr. Schue thanks for asking, I just wanted to talk if you wouldn't mind…" my thought derailed and I was left I silence. "That's absolutely fine Quinn, where's Emily?" he asked, a little worried.

"Emily is with puck, Santana took me horseback riding today, and he watched her." I told him, probably sounding like a swoony teen. He smiled at me and led me to the couch; I looked up at him, tears in my eyes. My eyes reverted to my lap and he sat down and placed a hand on my knee, allowing me the time before continuing. Looking up with my watery eyes I told him, "I don't know what to do, I-I I don't know how I'm going to take care of us both, I have school and homework, and I'll probably need a job so I can pay for a babysitter, and…" he cut me off, pulling me into a genuinely fatherly hug; I let him, wondering to myself what exactly made me so comfortable in his presence.

We sat like this for a few minutes while we let the sobs rush through me, and my sobs let out. He rocks me back and forth; one arm is wrapped around my body, hand on my back, the other hand on my head, in a way a protector would. He hushed me until I was sane again before tilting my head up by my chin.

"Quinn, first of all, you have already done an amazing job. Second, like you did just now, you come to me for anything, I don't care the reason. Third, Emily will always be welcome with me, here, Spanish class, my office, glee rehearsals. Fourth…" he sighed, "There are plenty of people in glee who will look after Emily with no pay, me, Em… Ms. Pillsbury, Puck, Tina, Mike… Sam practically cared for his siblings, and you helped, I'm sure he'll return the favor" he stated, bringing up the memory.

"The point Quinn" he started again, "Is that there are so many people who want to be here for you, you want to help, and will help as soon as you let them in. we're here for you Quinn." I nodded and thanked him before walking back to my apartment to be greeted by sleepy Puck. I recapped the day for him and he smiled, wishing me luck and leaving after my thank you. I'd invited him to dinner but he said he had to do something, which I believed…sorta. As he walked down the hall, I called to him, "Puck!" he turned, looking at me, eyebrows raised expectantly, "Can I call you Noah? I think Emily will like that better too…" I asked him. He smiled warmly, face softening, and nodded.

The next day Emily and I pulled into Santana's driveway, parking neatly, and getting out. Maria Lopez told me she would be more than happy to play with a child again while Santana sat in on my 'exam'. The bathroom had a lot of counter space, on which I ended up. I looked up at Santana, nervous.

"This is awkward…" I told her, my voice trailing. She watched me, eyes sad, but grateful that I had agreed. "I know" she said, "but it will be worth it for the both of us to know that you're okay" she finished. "Even if it means that you have to go shirtless for a few minutes…" she rushed out, a little too slowly, because I caught it. I didn't give her a look though, I mean, how else was he supposed to tell? I knew that every time she got in a fight, her dad took care of it, and the many bruises and scratches on her back had to get looked at. There was no other way.

He walked in, smiling warmly; I could see the sorrow though. He placed a few medical items on the counter, and I clutched to the inhaler in one hand and Santana's hand in the other. "I know it's going to be awkward" he explained professionally, "But, pulling your shirt off is going to be the best way for me to get a look at you without maneuvering it in such a way that could cause more pain that necessary."

I nodded, he left and Santana got to work unfastening the sling, then working my shirt over my head. A knock at the door signified Mr. Lopez's return and my stomach churned. He walked over to me and explained how he was going to unwrap my ribs to get a look at them, which was all he could do. I hissed in pain when Santana pulled my arm up and held it over my head so he could get a look. His hands were cold, it felt good; his touch was feather-light, and I was grateful for the minimal amount of pain it put me in.

"Quinn, honey, I know this is going to feel really weird, but I'm going to push only this part of your bra up," he started, causing a flash of fear to appear in my eyes, I felt his fingers graze that 'strap' I guess, that goes around your ribs to indicate it; "I need to get this last bit unwound alright? I promise, I will not expose you, I just need to push it up further, only about half an inch." I nodded, squeezing tightly to Santana's hand.

Besides my willingness to cooperate, when he pushed the strap up, it felt to weird and wrong, and I shrink away, into Santana. He pulled back and waited before returning; this time without me moving. It was over quickly, that part, he applied gentle pressure and I winced. He placed his entire hand over my ribcage to feel for differences. "This is healing marvelously well" he informed us, pulling back, "Just cracks right? No breaks? Just some bruising? It should be ready to go on Wednesday, no more wraps, just pain meds." I nodded to answer his questions, and smiled gratefully.

He rewrapped my ribcage and halfway through, Mrs. Lopez came through the door; "Emily fell asleep and I was just wondering if you needed anyth…" she stopped abruptly, hand flying to her mouth as she took me in, seeing my battered torso. Willingly, I let go of Santana's hand as she flew to her mother's side and guided her out. Mr. Lopez finished and, as awkward as it was, helping me back into my shirt. Before I left to go home, he stopped me on the front porch, "Quinn!" he called, "I know it's awkward and everything, but if you need me to check anything, let me know" in nodded; "And we're always here, no matter what" he said, pulling me in for a hug before letting us go.

School

Quinn POV

Hugh, Mondays. I decided I would ask Ms. Pillsbury if, between her and Mr. Schue, they could try and keep tabs on Emily during the day. I went wide around the school; the last thing I needed was rumors, and as selfish and bitchy as that sounded, we wouldn't be able to tolerated the stares or the whispers. I informed Santana about my plan; taking an entrance to the school that was closest to Ms. P's office. She met us there, and walked close by me, Emily mushed between us as we hurried to her office.

We made it with minimal notices and walked in the first door that led to a 'waiting area' and I stuck my head in the door to her private office. "Ms. Pillsbury?" I asked a little sheepishly, "Mmmm?" she responded, finishing a sentence on what she was writing and looking up. I had fit my way in the door with Emily, and we stood there, looking at her. "Oh! Quinn…" she exclaimed, standing; the motion scared Emily and she hooked her fingers through my belt loops and moved to stand further behind me. I dropped my hand to between her shoulder blades and Ms. Pillsbury spoke again, leaning down a little to address Emily., "I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to startle you; what's going on Quinn, how can I help you?" addressing me after she did Emily.

"Umm... I was wondering if…" I trailed and she encouraged me with a nod to her head, "Could you and Wil… Mr. Schue" I corrected quickly, I watched her make a mental note of the slip, "Umm… watch Emily today? Do you think?" she kept the soft expectant smile on her face and nodded. I watched her squat/kneel to stick her hand out to Emily, hesitantly, "I'm Emma, nice to meet you" she said. What happened next was beyond astonishing and adorable. Emily walked to Emma's desk and pumped hand sanitizer into her palm, rubbing it in, and turning to shake her hand, "I'm Emily, you're really pretty." Ms. Pillsbury looked astonished, and shook her hand. "Am I staying with you and Uncle Will?" Emily asked adorably, Emma looked up and I blushed. I watched as she accepted Emily as she placed herself in her arms.

I left and went to class. I began to hear whispers; I began to feel people staring. I don't know whether I can handle it or not. The stares and whispers continue in first period. For the first time, Brittany shot me a worried look. I stared straight ahead, and took noted on the subject being discussed. I was having trouble concentrating, and in the middle of class, I stood up and rushed out, mumbling something about going to guidance. That wasn't where I went; instead I went to see Will. "Wil… Mr. Schue?" I ask, he looks up and smiles warmly up at me, he sighed, "Quinn, you can call me Will" he told me, "I think the any kind of a relationship that we have outside of school, makes that okay."

"My sister called you Uncle Will today in Ms. P's office." He smiled, giving a short, chopped chuckle at the thought. Tears welled in my eyes and I slumped into a chair, slouching over; "people are staring, and talking and coming up with rumors. And I just can't handle it" he looked at me, his eyes sad, he sighed and walked over to kneel in front of me, placing a hand on my knee; "Quinn, I know, honey, that it's hard, but there are people here, who are going to help you get through this. Me and Emma, we're going to do everything we can to help. Puck and Santana are going to help you through this." I looked at him, hugged him, and thanked him before walking off to my second class.

It was just before glee. I heard a rumor in the hallway and broke down. I looked to see a bed-headed Cheerio speaking to another one, "I heard that the kid is hers and her parents couldn't stand to look at her after she broke her stupid fucking chastity promise. I heard they killed themselves just because they couldn't stand her. That's what I heard. And now she lives in some random apartment and she's like, begging for people to 'help her out'." they chose the wrong moment to gossip, because Santana froze as she walked past and heard the rumor.

Main POV

Santana jumped on her, slamming her into the locker. "You best not be openin' your mouth about that shit when you don't know nothin'!" she screamed. Quinn was on the floor, curled into a ball. Emma had been on her way to drop Emily off with me for glee practice and she heard Santana screaming. She turned on her heels, pulling the tiny girl with her. There was Brittany, "I hate to do this Brittany, but will you watch Emily for me, don't go down that hallway, go to my office actually" the nervous redhead spat out hastily. She ran back down the hallway, Santana still screaming at the other cheerio. "Where the fuck did you hear this rumor? Scared? Yeah, that's good! You should be, you the fuck did you hear it from?" the Cheerio was crying now. Emma knew there was nothing she could do to stop it, so she decided to aide Quinn instead, much to the dismay of the trapped cheerio.

She spoke quietly to the young girl, "Quinn, Shhh, Shhh, deep breaths" she continued, "in…out…in…out…good, focus on me. Good, in, out." She looked at Quinn's bag and noticed the inhaler out-dent in the front pocket; quickly, she unzipped the pocket and pulled it out. She had forgotten about germs now and uncapped it. When she pressed it to Quinn's lips, the blonde girl took it with both hands, frantically breathing in. her inhaling and exhaling got slower when she pumped the medicine. Santana continued to scream. Emma was crouched on the right side of Quinn, her left hand on the girl's back, and her right hand on the girl's arm.

Will finally appeared and pulled Santana off of the other cheerio, "SANTANA! ENOUGH!" he screamed. Santana clutched the arm that was wrapped around her shoulders from behind, "Si, PUTA! Get the

fuck outta here! Walk Away! And fix your fucking head! You put a disgusting amount of disrespect to the Cheerio pony!" Santana screamed. When Quinn had finished with her medicine, Emma used her right hand to cup her cheek and pull the sobbing blonde to her chest, holding her there. None of them had noticed the rest of the glee club had shown up, except for Brittany, who was probably telling Emily all about how she loved electric blue unicorns with hot pink manes and tails, and a neon green horn.

When Quinn and Santana calmed, roughly around the same time, the two teachers pulled away. Glee was still on, and Emma went to retrieve Emily and Brittany from her office. Inside the glee room, Quinn sat snuggled into Santana, who was able to fix Quinn's make-up for her in the amount of time it took Emma to get to her office, reassure the two girls and bring them back. Quinn stood, pulling Emily into her arms when she came in, Emily wound her legs tight around her sister's waist, her arms crushing Quinn's neck, and her fingers threaded through her hair.

Quinn POV

My sister and I rushed to each other when she walked through the door. She wound herself around me; I rubbed her back and cooed. I went to the front of the class and looked a Will, who smiled and nodded. I took a deep breath and allowed it to be audible when I exhaled. Emily shifted to look at the club and so did I.

"I think it's time to tell you the truth." I said, earning shocked looks from everyone in Glee. Will pulled a chair up to the front of the class for me, and Emily reached her hands out to him "Uncle Will" she stated; he cradled her, and sat back down at the piano, getting a shocked look from everyone but Rachel who just looked down right mad.

I launched into my story, and cried the entire time.

okay everyone, so i hoped you liked it...

1. I know now that it was weird having Mr. Schue clean her up, I felt weird about that when I was writing this

2. how should glee react? whose specific reactions should I write in/do you want to hear about?

3. who should be willing to help?

4. would you be cool if I added like, a 1 week time jump to all of this? I feel like Quinn and Emily need to have fun, and I feel like they cant do that when she has a big honking cast.

5. I feel like something needs to happen to get things started again. what do you think?

6. should Quinn have had sex with Puck? with all the abuse, I find it hard to believe that she'd feel able to have sex...maybe it could have just been an escape? I don't know...tell me what you think. if yes, I have a terrifying idea of how she gets pregnant and then the baby goes away and doesn't happen.

7. once again, critiques? let me know if I get sloppy.

8.sdmwd1115, you wanted Quinn to be checked up on, that's your idea, it belongs to you, the way it happened belongs to me; ErosEternaGlee, you wanted the HBIC, here you go, once again for above, idea=you, way it happened=me

if you your idea published, give me an idea, always want to keep you all interested, so let me know what you want to see!