I can't write dumb Brittany very well, so I wrote her a different way. Sorry. Enjoy the chapter. Reviews make my heart happy.
I don't own Glee or anything related to it.
"Quinn stop please. I'm sorry." Rachel followed her out the door.
"Look Rachel, it's just been a bad couple days and I just don't want to deal with anything right now. Including us. I'm sorry." Quinn got into her car and drove off before Rachel could stop her.
Quinn knew exactly where she was heading and she also knew Rachel wouldn't think to go there. She pulled up to the house and stormed up to the front door. She slammed her left fist against it until the door was opened.
"You son of a bitch." Quinn yelled as she pounded the chest in front of her.
"What the fuck, Quinn. Stop." Puck said as he grabbed her wrists.
"Why are you such an idiot?" Quinn said as she squirmed until Puck let her go.
"I don't know." Puck said as he walked back into his house, Quinn following him. "I'm sorry about what I said about us having sex. I didn't mean it. Really. I was just mad."
"No, you don't get to be mad. I'm mad at you." Quinn said, her anger boiling. "Seriously, Puck, why would you say all that stuff to Rachel? She isn't crazy and you know it."
"I know." Puck said.
"Then why did you say the stuff you did to her?" Quinn said sitting down on his couch. The baby was kicking and she needed to sit down. "You really hurt her. Hurt me. Why?"
"Because she is my daughter too and you never ask my opinion or what I want. Everything is about you and Rachel. I was just shocked about seeing Rachel's wrists all scarred up like that. I never thought she would be the kind of person to do that. I don't like thinking about her hurting herself like that. I was upset about what your dad did to you, our daughter and Santana. It just all came out as anger towards Rachel, since she is the one who tried to stop me." Puck said as he sat down in the arm chair across the room from Quinn.
"You need to apologize to her. You do not get to judge her for what she has done in the past. Ever. She is my girlfriend. She is the woman I love more than life itself. She will be in my life and our daughter's life forever. I'm sorry I haven't asked your opinion before. I honestly didn't mean to hurt you. Are you ok with keeping her?" Quinn asked knowing she should have asked this question a long time ago.
"Yes, that's what I have wanted all along." Puck said.
"Good. And Rachel?" Quinn asked.
"I like Rachel. It just scares me to put our daughter into a position where she might have to deal with one of her mom's cutting herself. It's not a situation I want my daughter put in." Puck said.
"Rachel is doing really well. She hasn't cut herself since New Years. I honestly don't think she is going to be doing it anytime soon or possibly ever again. I don't think it's fair for you to think that she is going to be a bad mom because of some issues she has had in the past. She hasn't ever once judged you for being a manwhore. You need to apologize to her." Quinn said willing her daughter to stop kicking her kidneys.
"I will." Puck said.
"Good. The 3 of us are raising our daughter together. Do not ever make fun of Rachel for the cutting again. Understand me?" Quinn asked. Puck nodded. "Ok so how involved do you want to be in the baby's life?" Quinn had never thought to talk to Puck about any of this before.
"I would like to be there when she is born. I think for the first few months she should stay with you but I would like to come see her every couple days. Once she gets a little older I would like to start taking her every other weekend. I know my mom would really like a chance to get to know her too." Puck finished.
The thought of having to let Puck take her daughter away from her for a couple days killed her but she knew it was fair. "Ok, that's fair. Any ideas for names?"
"I really like the name Elizabeth, Beth for short." Puck answered.
Quinn thought about this for a moment. "You know her last name is going to be Fabray right?" Puck nodded. "Ok. I will think about it. Apologize to Rachel tomorrow at school or I will not allow you to see your daughter. Understand me?" Quinn asked.
"Yes. Can you believe tomorrow is finally Friday? Doesn't it feel like this has been the longest week ever?" Puck asked.
"Yeah it really does." Quinn answered thinking back to everything that had happened over the past couple days. "I'm sorry I hit you."
"Yeah it didn't hurt. You're like half my size." Puck responded.
"Right. I need to go. Rachel and I got in a fight and I need to go talk to her." Quinn stood up and walked towards the door.
"You two fight too much." Puck said.
"Yeah well this one was your fault. I'll see you tomorrow. Apologize." Quinn said as she walked out the door.
"I will. Thanks for talking to me instead of just hating me." Puck said.
"I'm not going to do it again. Do not mess up again, Noah." Quinn said and with that she got into her car and drove back to the Berry's. Rachel's car was gone and she knew her girlfriend was out looking for her. She walked upstairs to start cleaning up the broken glass that had yet to be cleaned up since Quinn smashed her hand through the mirror. She saw a few drops of blood and it took her a second to realize that the blood wasn't dried. Her eyes travelled down to a bloodstained piece of broken mirror on the ground. She knew that it wasn't her blood and her mind began to race.
"She did it again. She cut herself again. Didn't she promise me she wasn't going to do it again? I can't believe this." Quinn thought as she walked back down the stairs and back out to her car. She drove over to Brittany's figuring that Rachel would think to go to one of the Cheerio's houses. Brittany's sister answered the door.
"Hey, Q."
"Hey are Brittany and Santana here?" Quinn asked.
"Brittany is but Santana's not." Katie answered as she walked back over to the couch.
"Wait, they aren't together? Are they ok?" Quinn asked actually shocked.
"I think they are fine. Brittany just got home from Santana's I think. She's in her room though." Katie answered.
"That's, K." Quinn said. She knew that the younger girl loved being called by just her first initial. It always made Katie feel like she was a part of their group. Quinn walked upstairs and into Brittany's room. She didn't even bother knocking since she knew the Latina wasn't in there with her.
"Quinn, what's wrong?" Brittany immediately asked. It was eerie how perceptive the girl was sometimes.
"Brittany how do you know something is wrong?" Quinn asked as she sat down on the other blonde's bed.
"Because I have known you our whole lives. I can always tell when something is up with you or Santana. Even Rachel now but she isn't as easy to read." Brittany answered. She was sitting back up against her headboard painting her nails. "Can I paint your toenails?"
"Sure, B." Quinn took off her socks and shoes and put her feet in Brittany's lap. "Britt, can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"Are you still afraid of horses? Since your accident?" Quinn had always wondered this but the two of them were rarely ever alone.
"Yes," Brittany answered quietly. "Santana said she is going to go with me one day so I can get over my fears. I'm scared though. I don't want to fall again."
"I don't think Santana will ever let you fall again. She loves you too much." Quinn said.
Quinn knew how much it killed Santana that she hadn't been able to stop Brittany from falling off that horse when they were in 7th grade. The horse had been spooked and bucked Brittany off. Quinn and Santana had jumped off their horses as fast as they could, but Brittany had hit her head pretty hard. The head trauma had messed with her memory so it made it harder for her to learn and retain information. Dance steps were about the only thing she could remember without even trying. She even had trouble remembering the song lyrics in Glee but Quinn knew she wasn't supposed to know that information.
"I love her too." Brittany said snapping Quinn back to the present. Brittany was on to painting her second foot now.
"Speaking of Santana, where is she?" Quinn asked absentmindedly running her fingers up and down her stomach.
"She is at home. We had sexy times for a while but I wanted to come home. I was tired." Brittany answered.
"Britt, was Rachel there when you left?" Quinn asked.
"No, she was there when I got there, she and Santana were arguing but then she left." Brittany answered finishing Quinn's last toe.
"Do you know what they were arguing about?" Quinn asked.
"Nope." Brittany said getting off the bed to put away the nail polish.
"Will you call her for me and tell her I'm here, that way she can relay the message to Rachel." Quinn asked. She may have been mad at her girlfriend and upset with her for cutting, but she didn't want Rachel worrying.
"Sure." Brittany hopped back onto the bed and grabbed her phone. She dialed Santana's number and waited a second. "Hey, it's me. Quinn's here. Yeah. She wants you to tell Rachel. Oh, she's there? Sounds good. I'll tell Quinn. I love you. Goodnight, baby."
"Rachel's with her?" Quinn asked feeling relieved.
"Yeah, I guess. She wants me to keep you here for the night. She said we will reunite you two in the morning." Brittany said.
"Ok," Quinn said not really having the energy to argue. She looked over at Brittany and saw her fidgeting. "B, what's up?"
"Were you ever in love with Santana?" Brittany asked. She had arranged herself cross-legged in front of Quinn. Quinn sat up and mirrored her position so that the girl's knees were touching.
"Brittany where is this coming from?" Quinn asked.
"I've just always wondered. I mean you guys are so close and have all these secrets. You two always send the two of me out of the room when you need to talk, like you think I can't handle anything. You guys used to have sexy times and you did it again on New Years and I just wanted to make sure that you don't love her anymore. I don't want to lose her to you. You're so much prettier and smarter than me." Brittany finished, her blue eyes not coming in contact with Quinn's hazel ones.
"Brittany, honey, look at me." Brittany looked up. "I love Santana," Brittany looked down again. Quinn used her finger to guide Brittany's head up again. "I love Santana as my best friend. She is like my sister. She is the one person I can talk to about anything. We really don't mean to keep secrets from you. We just don't want you having to deal with anything that you shouldn't have to. I have no interest in ever having sex with Santana again. I love Rachel more than anything. Santana loves you more than anything. She seriously loves you with all of her heart. You never need to worry about how much that girl loves you. There is no one prettier or smarter to Santana than you. Ok?" Quinn tried to make Brittany understand.
"Ok, but can you guys please not keep secrets from me anymore?" Brittany asked.
"Of course." Quinn said and she pulled Brittany into a hug. "You know we both love you." Brittany nodded and pulled away.
"Q, why aren't you telling Rachel that you love her?" Brittany asked.
"What are you talking about? I tell Rachel I love her all the time." Quinn asked wondering why the taller blonde thought this.
"Today in the hallway, when we were walking to the auditorium. Rachel said she loved you and you said 'you too.' You didn't actually say 'I love you too.'"
Quinn quickly replayed the conversation in her mind and she realized Brittany was right. Quinn wondered how long she had been doing that.
"I didn't even realize I did that. That's weird. I do love her." Quinn said trying to convince herself more than Brittany.
"Are you afraid that you will lose her?" Brittany asked.
"What?" Quinn asked back.
"Well you used to tell her all the time. I figure that it has something to do with you thinking you lost the baby. Are you afraid if you tell her how much you love her, you will lose her too?" Brittany asked again.
"I don't know, maybe. When did you get to be so smart?" Quinn asked, smiling.
"I've always been smart. Besides, I told you that I know you really well." Brittany said smiling back.
"Right." Quinn said. It was silent for a moment before Quinn spoke again. "She did it again." Brittany just looked at her. "Rachel." Quinn said to clarify.
"The cutting?" Brittany asked, laying back into the pillows.
"Yeah. We got into a fight and I left. When I came back she was gone. She left a bloodstained piece of glass on the bathroom floor. I can't believe she cut again. She was doing so well. I was so proud of her." Quinn said.
"You are still proud of her. People mess up all the time, Q. Be proud that she was able to go 3 months without doing it. Next time, it will be longer." Brittany said and Quinn laid down to snuggle up with her. She missed Rachel's body but she wanted the warmth of lying next to someone.
"I guess. It just scares me." Quinn said.
"I know and you need to tell her that. It doesn't matter what she said to you or what you two are fighting about, forgive her and talk to her. She is more important than some stupid words that you guys said. Now go to sleep, I'm tired."
"Brittany, we should really hang out more. Just the two of us. You are much smarter than I give you credit for." Quinn said smiling.
"Yes I am. Now shhh, sleep." Brittany said.
Quinn couldn't help but laugh as she snuggled closer. She hadn't realized how tired she was. Her body had been through a lot the past couple days. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Rachel in pain. It killed her. She knew she was going to have nightmares, but she allowed herself to go to sleep anyway.
