AN: Hello again, I dont even know how long it's been... like two weeks? well now that school has finished i can focus more on writing and it will most likely be updated more often! YAY! I know this story has been sad lately and this chapter is no exception, so, sorry about that but it's part of the story. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed this story, it keeps me going and means a lot. For those of you that are still reading this, i will shut up now so that you can continue reading the story, enjoy.

Quinn

I had given up trying to figure out what day it was, It could have been two days but it felt like weeks had passed where I was still trapped down in that hell hole. The man that I used to call my father had untied me from the chair, trying to 'show that he trusts me now that I'm not near that girl' as he had so kindly put it. It hadn't stopped me from trying to escape though, but apparently my father had friends. Friends that he had paid to hang out by the door so that when I tried to run away, I would just walk straight into some 6"4 bodybuilders back.

I was starting to feel less human everyday that I spent there. The nights were freezing and he barely gave me enough food, it would have surprised me if he had googled the recommended minimum amount you could feed someone to keep them alive.

James had been with me most days (or what I thought were days, I couldn't really tell) he had brought me extra food on occasion and had sat with me to keep me company, when my father had sent him down to 'torture' me he just held me in his arms while I cried, whispering quietly to me that everything would be okay.

"But what of it's not, what if I'm stuck down here forever?" I whispered, sitting up and drying my eyes on my sleeve.

"You won't be, we'll get you out of here eventually, who knows how but when it's safe for both of us we will." he sighed and gently rubbed his hand over mine. After one particularly gruelling punishment for trying to escape James had ran down the stairs and consoled me, at first I had ended up punching him and had given him a well deserved black eye, but then after he had practically told me to shut up so he could explain his involvement in all of this I couldn't exactly be mad at him. I would go to the ends of the earth to save Rachel's life and he was just doing the exact same thing for his little sister.

"So how would you propose that? my dad doesn't want me coming out of here until I'm as straight as a ruler." I somberly quoted.

"Well are you actually a lesbian, do you like any other girl than Rachel?" he asked, I thought about it for a second, Rachel was the only girl I had ever been attracted to and I had had boyfriends before her.

"I don't think so, Rachel is the only girl I have ever loved." I replied quietly, the fight having left me long ago. I just wanted to go home and sleep in my new room, being hugged by Rachel and being told that everything would be okay. He didn't reply for a while, as night came, the dungeon basement got to ridiculously cold temperatures and without anything other than my decorating shorts on, I felt like I could get frostbite. As I started to shiver, James pulled me into a hug and shed his jacket to wrap around my arms.

"So does Rachel know where I am?" I asked pulling the tall boy closer, trying to get warmer.

"No she doesn't, I'm sorry but I can't tell her! You understand right?" He looked so broken, I felt like I was supporting him more than he s me at these moments.

"Hey, I understand completely." I turned around whilst ignoring the cold and pulled his face upwards so that he was looking me in the eyes. "You're sister needs treatment, and I am willing to stay in here if it means helping her, you're family deserves some peace knowing that she's getting taken care of."

"But you deserve to be taken care of too." He retorted.

"Yes but does it look like my family cares about me? My dad is clearly crazy and my mother is brainwashed, we are a broken family and I don't want your family to get broken because you lost your sister. She needs the medical help and you need her, so I will stay in here until either the treatment is over or my dad thinks that I'm straight enough to go home." I sighed, I had no idea where he would make me go when I was let out of here, he clearly wouldn't want me going back to Rachel's and my mother probably wouldn't want me coming near her with a ten foot stick between us.

The walls continued to drip through the night basically keeping me from any decent night's sleep that I could hope for. James on the other hand, had opted to stay down here with me and had fallen asleep at least 45 minutes beforehand. I was still wrapped in his arms and felt pretty comfortable there, James was like the big brother that I had always needed in my big fat dysfunctional family and now that I had him, I wasn't planning on letting him go anytime soon. He was protecting me in here, and no matter what he did, he did it to save the life of someone that he cared about, and how could I hate him for that?

The next day rolled around pretty slowly, I hadn't slept at all, the one moment that I had decided to relax and try to slip into unconsciousness a skinny rat and run past and over my leg, pretty much put a stopper on me ever falling asleep down here ever again. I felt something nudge me when I realised that James was waking up.

"Morning sleepyhead, did you sleep well?" I asked, genuinely smiling at how funny and adorable he looked when he opened his eyes, coming back into the world of the living.

"Yes I did thank you, could do with a better mattress than the floor but it will do, what about you?" He asked as he sat up and stretched his arms.

"It was alright." I lied. I stood up and decided to wake up my muscles by walking around the damp basement, closing my eyes and pretending that this hell hole was central park, it had been beautiful when we had last visited it for nationals, and I wished that one day I would be there again, but this time hand in hand with Rachel, on a walk having a break from our busy lives in New York where she would no doubtedly be performing on Broadway and I would hopefully be working for a top notch magazine either being the editor or writing an article for my segment. My thoughts were shortly cut off as a drop of water fell onto my head from the pipes, sighing as I realised where I was again, I rubbed my eyes to get rid of the tired feeling that was slowly pulling them down.

"You sure? You still look pretty tired." the tall boy mentioned off handedly.

"I'm fine." he sent a glare my way because it was clear that I wasn't. "Really I'm fine, I just wish I wasn't here you know."

"I get it, Quinn I'm so sorry, I should have never done this, it's hurting you and I technically kidnapped you and I'm going to go to jail and I'm supposed to be helping your dad straighten you out, I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell." he sighed and turned his attention to his hands, finding them very interesting all of a sudden.

"James, I admit what you did was wrong and yes I am not best happy about being in my dad's messed up straight camp that is going to ultimately fail, but you did the wrong things because you were blackmailed with your sisters life, if anything I think it means two eternities in hell for my father." I pulled the blue eyed boy into a hug. It felt like we were almost having a moment when the concrete door at the top of the stairs was unbolted and yanked open.

"I'm glad to see that you two are getting on." Russell smirked down at us, he clicked his fingers and two of the 6"4 body guards stomped down the stairs and pulled me away from James, each had a vice like grip on my arms. I kept my face neutral, trying to make my father think that he was having no effect on me but he just laughed as he slid down the stairs. "Now I heard some of your conversation from last night with James and can I just say that I am very glad that my daughter isn't completely corrupted." I had I idea what he was taking about but then it suddenly dawned on me. James had asked if I was 100% gay and I had said no. Was it all a set up and James was just trying to get the answers out of me that Russell wanted? I turned my attention to James and my face of stoned turned to one of worry, James was looking down at his feet guiltily. Of course he'd been asked to ask me. My thoughts were interrupted as my father continued.

"Now I have a proposition for you, and you're going to accept it because I know how much you care for your little girlfriend." As he continued telling me what I had to do, I almost threw up out of disgust, how could he ask me to do that to Rachel? The colour drained from my face as he continued to speak, he was giving me no choice. A single tear had fallen down my expressionless face as I realised I couldn't fight him and he had in fact won. "So do we have a deal Quinn?"

"Yes."