Chapter 26

Ok guys very short update... I've had a lot of drama/stress at the moment. Don't worry not abandoning the story. I was just reading through my last couple of chapters I posted and the amount of spelling and grammar errors was appalling. Anyway I hope you enjoy this one.

Santana ran forward and attempted to grab Quinn from behind. She shook Santana off her and knocked into her mother, shoving her against the wall. "Tell me," she spat in her face.

"Get her out of here Santana! Before I call the police!" yelled Russell clearly frazzled by the whole situation unfolding in his foyer.

"Call the police daddy," countered Quinn her head spinning around to face him. The expression on his daughter's face made him gasp.

"What happened to us Quinnie?" he said sadly shaking his head.

"What happened to us?" yelled Quinn furiously, "what happened is you let him do it! You let it happen! And then you kicked me out for telling you the truth. This family can't handle truth. No it's you that can't handle the truth."

Russell's face hardened, "who was I supposed to believe Quinn?"

Quinn's eye lit up at the small acceptance Russell had made; at least he was acknowledging that something had happened. "You were supposed to believe me daddy..." she replied weakly loosening her grip on her mother. Santana stepped forward and put her hand on Quinn's shoulder, she leant back into the Latina's embrace, who wrapped her arms rightly round the smaller blonde. Quinn was heaving, breathing heavily and noisily, "calm down Quinn," muttered Santana making shushing noises. Quinn regained her composure and looked up into her father's eyes, "when you get over your homophobia and decide to try and wriggle back into my life, I want you to know one thing; I will never forgive you." she shook her head sadly, "you are dead to me." Quinn heard her mother whimper next to her, "I can't deal with this, drama, this repression, all the lies. The lies are too much; you pretend everything is ok when it's not." Quinn stepped out of Santana's embrace, she slapped her mother hard around the face, the woman flinched but made no effort to retaliate. Russell jumped forward, "touch my wife again, and I will call the police!"

Santana reached out and pulled Quinn back into her, but this time Brittany also stepped forward to help the Latina restrain her. "Brittany take Quinn to the car..." Quinn allowed herself to be led out of the house, only briefly stopping when she heard her mom's voice, "I'm so sorry baby."

Santana was left standing between the two parents, "what the hell was that?"

"She's not well," replied Russell.

"For once in your life, stop the bullshit! And forcibly remove your head from your own ass."

"Don't talk to me like that in my own house!" yelled Russell back.

"I don't give a damn about you! I care about Quinn; I need to fix this mess."

"You can't fix it," whimpered Judy staring at the ground.

"Shut up Judy!"

Santana rounded on the woman, "what can't I fix?"

"You can't erase the past Santana; this can never be fixed..."

"I won't tell you again Judy!" yelled Russell getting increasingly anxious. Santana tenderly grabbed Judy's hand, "tell me please..."

"I want you to leave this second..." Russell stated firmly jumping in between them breaking the physical contact. Santana glared at him, "you are so desperate to protect your image, it's all a facade Russell, that's the life you lead..."

"Perception is reality Santana, never forget that," he replied grimly. Santana just shook her head and left the house with the perfect white picket fences.

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Quinn was comatose in the back seat; her eyes glazed staring into the distance. They drove the distance home in complete silence, when they pulled into the drive Santana cut the engine. She waited 5 seconds before jumping out of the car and getting into the back seat; she wrapped the smaller blonde into a hug, and in that moment Quinn broke and just sobbed brokenly and indiscriminately. Santana just let her cry not saying a word, knowing this was what Quinn needed. Brittany climbed out and into the back seat on the other side and hugged Quinn as well. Quinn was sobbing so much she was struggling to breath; Brittany lifted her arms so they were above her head to attempt to ease the burning she knew Quinn would be feeling in her lungs. Eventually through the exhaustion of it, Quinn fell limp asleep in the back of the car. Santana and Brittany tenderly lifted the sleeping girl and carried her into the house, settling her into the sofa, covering her with a blanket. Santana took a seat on the arm chair, waiting patiently for the blonde to wake up.