Alright you all, I still don't like this one, let me know if it's too unorganized or something. Critique me; review, thanks to Joylinda, I Love Santana, Tinygleek, and jjpark.
Quinn POV
I can't move. I can't; it isn't going to happen. I feel completely paralyzed. Managing to gain my composure, I don't turn back around, but instead begin to walk. Slowly at first, then picking up the pace a little bit, trying to get away from the voice that keeps repeating itself in my head. 'Quinn, Quinn, Quinn' the sound terrifies me, chills me to the core. A tight grip on my arm…no….Shrieking, I am swung around to stare into the face of my now worst-nightmare. Finn. "What the fuck Fabray? This whole show? You're a fucking liar, with a fucking kid, and no fucking idea how to do anything! Especially" he pauses, enunciating, "Raise a kid."
Shock rears its ugly head and slaps me in the face; I am unable to say anything, my voice catches and all I can do is stand there, horrified into the face of Finn Hudson. His hand…it's…above….his head. No, nononono, this isn't HAPPENING! I shriek and squeeze my eyes shut, feeling the familiar sting of an open hand against my cheek. He lets go, and I tumble to floor, scrambling backwards and out of his reach as both security and a nurse rush over.
He is roughed around, slammed over the nurse's station, and cuffed. The nurse bends down to calm my panicking figure. I can feel my throat closing, feels like hands wrapping around my neck. She doesn't know what's wrong, "Sweetie, I need you to calm down, breathe, good, try again, good job, what do you need?" I motion as best I can with my hands to look like an inhaler. My breathing isn't getting better, and she is having a hard time understanding me. "OH! Oh! Inhaler! Bobbi!" she yells over my head, and I turn to see a Hispanic woman peek her head over the desk, "I need a disposable! Quick!" she says, returning her focus to me.
She kneels by my side, pushing the other nurse away a little, who went to the other side of me and held my hand. The Hispanic one held a hand behind my head and shook the inhaler spraying it outward once to insure its dispensing. "I'm Bobbi, this is Kelly, I need you to try and breathe a little slower, I know it's hard, I do, try, go slow. Deep breath in" she pressed, "Good, another deep breath. Good, good, are you alright? That was quite the…scene" she says to me. "We're going to get you in an exam room really quickly, and have a look at you. Alright?" I'm not looking forward to it, but I nod my head to humor her.
My hand flounders when Kelly walks away, but Bobbi squeezes my thigh where her hand rests, alerting me once again, of her presence." Ese hijo de puta! ¿Qué demonios fue lo que hizo esta vez? Su culo mejor que la mierda en la cárcel esta vez! ¿Dónde está? Quinn?" oh no… Santana. I hear her screaming and she rounds the corner to stop short and stare at my tiny frame on the floor, cowering from everything.
She drops to her knees beside me, replacing Kelly's hand with her own and it feels much better. Noah is the next to round the corner, also stopping in his tracks to see my make-up/ tear-streaked face, and my cowering into the wall behind me. Kelly is the last to round, with a wheelchair, also stopping to take in the sight, me pressed into the crazy Latina, and Noah, who looks the same as she…confused. Seeing the wheelchair, he seems to figure it out, but waits for Kelly to bring it to a stop in front of me.
Santana and I both look up at him a little expectantly, but before he can acknowledge our faces, he is already on the move. He hooks an under my shoulder blades and the other behind my knees and places me ever-so-gently yet still painfully in the wheelchair…wait…when did Santana get here…? I just notice this and look at her confused. Her face is drawn, sad, and I can see she's been crying. Kelly wheels me into the exam room I was just in with Candy, who has disappeared because of a page. Noah places me on the table, kisses my forehead, squeezes my hand, and walks out, letting Bobbi in and shutting the door. "What happened?" Santana's almost-calm-ish voice filled my ears.
"I saw Finn in the hall and he slapped me" I say monotonously, watching Bobbi wet a paper towel. Bringing it to my split, bloody lip, she asks a question. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" I ponder my response; yes, but I don't feel like stripping in front of everyone. "Umm….not really" I lie.
"Not really?" Santana half asks, "No" I reply, "Not really" I stare straight ahead, trying to be far away from this moment, even though it isn't all bad. My thoughts are interrupted by the appearance of Kelly's face in front of mine, "If you're hurt, there's no shame, we'll just take a look" she tells me, reminding me of Brittany in the way she seems to think, and Sugar because they could be twins in appearance.
"I hurt my ass earlier because of Christina, and fell on it again, but I still don't think it's broken, and no, nothing else, but my head hurts and my back itches" I say, trying to reach to scratch it. My eyes suddenly flit to Santana's face which looks worried. "You know" Bobbie says, "You should still let us have a look, you could put on a gown, and look at those place, no shame, at all." I love how everyone thinks it's a shame thing…then again, maybe it is. "Fine" I practically growl, and Bobbi and Kelly look at me in astonishment of my attitude. Santana looks worried, but pride flashes around in her eyes.
They ALL walk out to let me put the gown on, and I put my back to the tiny mirror and try to get a look at my butt…its blue…and purple, and green, and black, and yellow. Great. They knock on the door and I feel like I might be able to get on the 'bed' but fail…miserably, and decide to just stand. They walk in and Santana is first through the door, by my side, hand in mine.
Once on my side, on the table, Bobbi unties the gown and takes a first look at my back, pressing her fingers around to see if I'm hot and/or tender, she explains. Then, pulling the gown further back, she pulls my underwear unexpectedly down a little, and I pull from her grasp but she doesn't let go. Pressing her fingers now to this area, there's a little more response with the tender aspect; but we are still deemed a bruise.
***Time Jump just a little to home in the apartment after signing out and putting Emily to bed***
Santana POV
Putting Emily to bed wasn't super hard; she didn't play games, didn't ask for water, and didn't ask for a song; just for me to rub her back. I can do this, but my mind flies to another planet. I told my parents today, I went home to get more stuff, and I told them about being gay and loving Quinn. I am now mentally disowned…my life rocks. Coming to my senses, I look down to see Emily asleep ; pressing my lips to her temple smoothing her hair, turning her light, and closing the door, I walk to the den.
Flopping on the couch, I feel nothing but numb. I thought they loved me…I didn't think they would ever do anything like this; I know it would be hard to forgive them, but I hope they sort through their emotions and can find it in themselves to love me again. "I told them" I say after a long, deep silence; Quinn's head snaps up, her eyes meeting mine. "Told who what?" she asks.
"My parents"… "that I'm gay and in love with you" she looks at me, her mouth agape, her eyes full of emotion, expectant; "I have some suitcases and boxes in the car, they only gave me half an hour, so they might be a little scattered…do you mind?" I ask sheepishly. Her face reads an abundance of thoughts….her eyes now full of tears, she stares, unsure of what to say; so she doesn't talk. No, instead, she pulls me into her, rocking me and telling me it is going to be okay. "I love you Santana, I love that you would risk that for me, I love that you love me, I love that you trust me, I love you. Of course I don't mind, I would love for you to live here, you've always been a part of my family…more so now than ever." She tells me, and I can hear the sincerity drip off of each word.
She follows me to the car and we carry my things in. with her leading the way, it doesn't seem as if she hesitates or even thinks about where she is bringing the boxes; because it seems like, ever-so-absentmindedly, she carries every single one into her room, and goes back for more. When everything is brought in, we stand in he-our room and stare at each other. "You brought everything in here" I inform her after a few seconds. Confusion and heat flood her face and her gaze renders itself to the floor, "I-I didn't think I-I'm sorry, we c-can move it, if you want" she's nervous.
I walk over to her and pull her into a hug, "I would love to be your bed/roommate" I say, grinning into the crook of her neck. Emily is asleep and it isn't late, only 8:30, so I begin to unpack, and she graciously reorganizes her drawers for me. Its 9:00 when I decide to be done and she has gone to make tea. I decide that it is bath time and pull a swimsuit from a suitcase, having not unpacked that one yet. The water is hot when I get in, and there is a modest, satisfying number of bubbles, just a layer, not too big or many, not too few.
Quinn appears with two mugs, handing me one that smells like lemon, I realize she has made my ultimate favorite tea with honey in it. I sip and she disappears into the closet, reemerging with a colorful backside and a cute hot-pink and black bikini. She seethes when the hot water comes into contact with her skin, and because she uses the muscles in her butt to lower herself, I take the opportunity to place a hand on either of her hips for support. She jumps a little when the heat of the water reaches her butt, and she lowers herself the rest of the way down. The process is long because I take hotter baths, and she isn't used to it, but she'll get there.
She leans into me and I begin to place light kisses over her collarbone, making her moan lightly in pleasure. She twists to capture my mouth against hers, and she seems to forget the pain in her bottom unless she's taken something for it. I flip our positions-lightly-so as not to hurt her though is doesn't seem like she is in pain. Our kisses getting deeper, I take the time to work my knee in-between her legs, slowly bringing my thigh up to meet her core.
She lets out a gasp of pleasure and shock when she notices what I have done, but sends it quickly off and returns to kissing. Step one-accomplished! I begin to grind, her hands finding my back, nails digging deep into my skin. Though my pace is only a slow-medium, I don't stop; I don't want to hurt her if she decides she isn't ready for this. She doesn't break her kiss as she moans quietly, gasping into my mouth. I quicken my pace almost unnoticeably, but her grip on my bare-back tells me that she's picked up on the change.
Quinn POV
I can't believe I'm doing this, but I want it so bad! I want to not be afraid, to be able to do this with my girlfriend. I feel her quicken and respond with my nails. That warm feeling rises in my belly, my whole body going warmer than it already is, and I can feel myself starting to get sick. This feeling has never been a good one for me; it always reminds me of the evil laugh that follows. My sickness stays in the back of my mind, and I can feel myself shaking, my hips finally finding the least painful rhythm. Moaning into Santana's mouth, I want this so bad, but I can't bring myself to do it.
I gasp and pull abruptly away, causing a sharp pain to run up my spine. I was just starting to shake and I can feel the heat between my legs, and the burning for the sensation to carry out and finish in the grand finale of tonight's make-out session.
It is my turn to cry for the night, curling myself into Santana's body, I begin to chant. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I wanted this so bad, I just- I'm so sorry!" I bawl into her chest. But she just rocks me, hushing me, drawing shapes into my back. "Shhh, it's okay, I will wait an eternity for you. Shhh, it's okay baby, Shhh, you're alright, it's okay. I'm not mad, I'm glad you stopped me, I don't want you to ever do anything you don't want to do, no matter how far into the game we are." I nod into her and I feel her pause. "You know, except if we decide to have children, you can't stop in the middle of pregnancy, I won't allow it...or childbirth, that would be dangerous, and I hear that you can't really just stop…anyway, you know what i mean." She tells me, causing me to laugh.
She finishes, "I love you Quinn."
What do you think, I still feel scattered, I'm all over the place with my homework, and am a nervous wreck. I hope it isn't too disappointing. Critiques reviews, favorite, p.m., anything you want to happen, anything you want to see. Was the last like, 3 or 4 paragraphs, should I or should I not make it like that? I don't know how deep I can get it; I can do my best if you want. Anyway let me know, and if you want me to do a story, you have an idea for one, let me know and ill chew on it for a few days and see if I think I want to give it a go. I will have stories eventually that don't deal with abuse, it's just my weird interest for the moment, you know the psyche of it, and how it's handled.