Fic: Leave Me Alone I'm Lonely
Chapter 36: The Empire Strikes Back Pt. 4
Author: JR Boone
Rating: M for strong sexual themes and violence. Also I have the mouth of a sailor so every other word is a curse usually.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything having to do with it. I wish I did. LOL that would be awesome. It would be like The L Word only musical.
Author's Note: First thing is first. I'm in London right now don't have a beta so my bad for any major mistakes. I'm currently backpacking through Europe and have had all my money stolen (if anyone has a couch) so I am basically very much homeless so have patience with me. I have this entire story laid out on paper already but I can't promise that I'll update it super regularly. But I will try my hardest to not wait too long between updates. But I do have a layout with roughly 60 chapters laid out, so we'll see how it goes.
Third thing is third. I am like Rachel Berry whereas she needs applause to live, I need reviews to write. So you review I go faster with this. Awesome huh?
Wednesday Night
9:00 p.m.
Pezberryovsky Household
"Why did you sleep with her Rachel," Quinn asked, her voice shaking.
"Because I'm in love with her Quinn," Rachel sighed putting her face in her hands.
"You can't do this," Quinn said, choking back a sob.
"Do what Quinn!" Rachel exploded angrily, her head pounding. "I have no clue what you're talking about anymore!"
"You deserve fucking better than this," Quinn yelled back, her hands clutched into tight fists.
"Better like you?" Rachel said severely, causing the blonde's head to snap up.
"No that's not what this is about," Quinn ground out.
"Then what the hell Quinn?"
"You just don't fucking get it Rachel!" Quinn bellowed out. "You deserve better than this town! God how many times do I have to tell you that before you understand it?"
"Understand what Quinn!" Rachel screamed back.
"First Finn now Santana! You just don't get it!"
"No Quinn you're absolutely right! I have no clue what you're screaming about on my doorstep!"
"How could you sleep with her Rach?" Quinn asked, her voice breaking with the raw emotion behind it.
"Because I love her Quinn," Rachel sighed. "And she loves me."
"All of this is just fucking gone," Quinn cried. "It's all been a fucking waste!" Quinn yelled getting angry again. "I could have…but I didn't!"
"Quinn please just calm down and explain yourself instead of yelling like an insane person!" Rachel ground out impatiently.
"Just…FUCK!" Quinn screamed slamming her hand into the door and sending Rachel scurrying back into the house, tears already welling up in her eyes at the loud noise. Seeing Rachel's reaction, Quinn eyes went big and she held up her hands. "I'm not going to hurt you Rachel," Quinn said cautiously inching towards the diva that had started hyperventilating out of fear.
"Oh shit calm down please," Quinn said flying at the girl and pulling her to the floor and sit. "Rachel come on breath," Quinn said frantically. The sound of Rachel's deep breaths had a calming affect on Quinn and she noticed the large bandage around Rachel's head for the first time. "Jesus Christ Rach, what happened to your head?"
Rachel looked up at the girl exhaustedly and sighed. "Finn became angry after you left."
Quinn's eyes turned a dark brown color instantly and her face turned to stone. "He hit you," she ground out, no semblance to a question in the statement.
"He pushed me," Rachel sniffled rubbing her temple. Next to her she could feel Quinn shaking and she put a hand on the blonde's arm to calm her.
"Has he ever done it before?" Quinn asked, snapping her eyes to Rachel's.
Rachel considered lying but knew from what Santana said that Dave had told Coach about the time before. Releasing a sigh she nodded her head lightly, "at the beginning of summer vacation…I found out you two had slept together…I broke up with him and he was angry."
"I'm going to fucking kill him," Quinn ground out, her eyes ablaze.
"No Quinn you're not going to do anything but explain to me what the hell is going on with you," Rachel demanded angrily.
"I…I can't," Quinn said, her voice shaking as she shifted emotions quickly.
"Yes you can," Rachel said. "Look it's obvious you have unresolved feelings for me but-"
"Damnit!" Quinn yelled hitting the floor angrily. "I told you this doesn't have anything to do with that."
"But you don't deny having feelings for me," Rachel asked, knowing that she had to know the answer.
Quinn's eyes face snapped up and she looked Rachel in the eyes intensely, "I love you."
Rachel felt the breath leave her body at the passion in Quinn's voice and she pulled away from her. "Quinn…I'm sorry…I'm in love with Santana," Rachel said, wincing when she saw the tears that had been threatening to spill out of Quinn's eyes finally break.
"Oh god it's all so fucked up," Quinn cried putting her face in her hands and wailing
Unsure of what to do Rachel put a hand on the blonde's shaking shoulders and pulled her into an awkward hug. The sat in silence for about five minutes with the blonde showing no signs of stopping and Rachel trying everything she knew to calm down the blonde.
The sound of a car door slamming loudly caught Rachel's attention and she looked to the door that Santana ran through. Stopping at seeing her girlfriend holding Quinn the Latina's mask of vehemence, "What the fuck is going on!"
Wednesday Night
9:15 p.m.
Lopez House
Santana got nervously out of the car and stared at her childhood home. From the street she could see her father pacing back and forth in the kitchen as he smoked a cigarette, causing the Latina to instantly blanch. The last time her father had smoked Santana's mother had died, so she knew that is was serious.
Tightening up her shoulders she cautiously walked up the steps, fumbling with her keys to find the unfamiliar house key. Sliding it into the lock she was surprised when it didn't work. Frowning she giggled it, trying to turn it left and right. She jumped back when the door was yanked open and just barely managed to grab her key chain.
"Get in the house now," her father ground out, turning around and walking into the kitchen.
"Shit," Santana let out with a worried breath and scampered after him.
"Dad…what's going on?" She asked cautiously.
"Tell me it's not true Mija," her father asked viscously, tears running down his cheek when he turned around to face his daughter.
"Tell you what is no true?" Santana shook out, her stomach knotting.
"Tell me that Quinn Fabray coming to my office and telling me that you're opening your legs to that little deviant faggot Berry girl is a lie," he roared. Santana felt like she had been slapped and at the same time felt herself explode with rage at her father's words. Choking in some air she looked at him in shock. "Talk!" He demanded angrily.
Tears pouring down her cheeks her body began to shake at the look of contempt on her father's face. Her father who even though he was distant had always loved her. Her father who had explained to a young Santana that her mom was now an angel in heaven. Her father who had been there for the first day of school and sent her off to prom with Dave. His face was a mask of hatred and Santana felt a surge of pain when she realized that it was directed at her.
"Is? It? True?" He ground out.
Santana was speechless; she didn't know what to do. Her mind raced, her psyche trying desperately to grab a hold of something. It settled. All she could see was Rachel behind her eyes, waiting at home for her. So afraid. Rachel who she loved.
Squaring her jaw she met her fathers eyes, "I love her." She managed to say without losing her voice.
"No!" Her father roared kicking the coffee table.
"Yes!" Santana yelled, gaining steam. "I love her Dad and there isn't anything you can do about it!"
"You are not gay!" He bellowed.
"No I'm a lesbian!" Santana screeched. "And if you love me you going to learn to deal," she demanded.
"Go pack your things…I can't even look at you," her father said shaking his head.
Santana felt fire coarse through her veins and she shrieked at him, "pack me things! Dad I haven't lived her for close to three fucking months!" She screamed.
Her father's head snapped up and he looked at her in shock, "what?" He managed to shake out.
"I moved out of her here three months ago Dad! You would know this if you were home ever!" Santana yelled, glad to finally get this off of her chest.
"Don't you turn this around on me!" Her father yelled recovering from his shock. "You already moved in with that little slut then good. Get out of my house now Santana."
"You're kicking me out?" Santana yelled angrily, punching the wall next to her and not even flinching when she felt her already broken finger snap again.
"You can keep your car and what is in your bank account. Tomorrow I will go down and release your trust fund to you," her father listed off his voice devoid of emotion.
"No you can't do this!" Santana yelled, tears falling down her cheeks as she realized this really was happening. Her Dad was kicking her out.
"I'll also leave you on the insurance because it's what you mom would have done," her father finished, ignoring her outburst.
"Mom wouldn't do this," Santana screamed slapping he father across the face.
"Leave," her father said stoically.
Santana stared at him for a second, trying to find any sliver of love that she had grown up with. Around her were pictures of her and her father growing up. A kind man with his arms wrapped lovingly around his daughter. She would never have that again. This was it. "Daddy please I love you," Santana said, her voice breaking as she looked back at her dad.
"I don't love you. I have no daughter. Now get out of my house," her father muttered, turning around and walking out of the living room.
Santana let out a wail and ran to her car, her eyes blinded with tears. Santana tore out of the parking spot, accidentally slamming into a mailbox. Not even noticing it she sped out of the gated community, very nearly running into the crossing bar. The only conscious thought on her mind was Rachel. That was all she could think about, getting home to her Rachel.
She gunned it down Rachel's street and slammed into her parking space, freezing as she jumped out of the car and saw Quinn's Honda Accord parked on the curb. "Quinn Fucking Fabray" she growled out. This was all Quinn's fault. She had just outed her to her fucking father without a second thought and now she was here to try and steal her Rachel away.
Santana's vision turned read and she tore into the house, stopping at the sight of her girlfriend cradling a crying Quinn Fabray in her arms. "What the fuck is going on!"
Wednesday Night
9:30 p.m.
Pezberryovsky Household
"Baby what happened," Rachel said untangling herself from Quinn and standing up, holding her head in pain at the sudden movement, causing both Quinn and Santana to reach out to her in worry.
"Don't fucking touch her!" Santana screamed at the blonde. "You keep your fucking hands off of her you fucking whore!"
"Baby calm down," Rachel whimpered holding her head.
"No I fucking won't calm down!" Santana yelled charging at Quinn only to stop short as Rachel stepped in front of her. "Why the fuck were you hugging her!" Santana screamed glaring down at Quinn.
"She was upset," Rachel said wincing at the intensity of Santana's yell.
"I don't care if she if fucking upset!" Santana screamed blinded by rage. "Hey Fabray! You wanna here something that will really upset you? Yah I fucked Rachel six ways from Sunday! And it was amazing! She fucking cummed all over me when I call her mine!"
"Santana!" Rachel yelled scandalized.
"Fuck you Santana!" Quinn yelled out crying.
"No thanks I'm fucking her. And I'm going to be right here fucking her till the day we fucking die!" Santana yelled out.
"You don't deserve her," Quinn cried out weakly.
"And you fucking do you stupid whore? Rachel could never love you because you're just a bitch!" Santana screamed, causing Quinn's face to crumple back into tears and the blonde to run out of the house crying.
"Go on and run you fucking bitch! Go get knocked up again!" Santana screamed out the door.
"Santana stop!" Rachel yelled, causing the furious Latina to turn on her.
"No I won't fucking stop!" Santana screamed out slamming her hand into the already abused door. "That fucking bitch outed me to my father Rachel!"
"Oh god I'm sorry," Rachel said softly taking a step towards her.
"He fucking kicked me out Rachel! He told me he didn't love me anymore! He said he didn't have a daughter!" Santana screamed, tears running down her face.
"Santana I know this is hard but-"
"No! No fucking buts Berry!" Santana yelled, all of the event of the day overloading her finally and making her lose control. "My dad actually loved me! He loved me until this!" She screamed motioning between the two of them angrily.
Rachel tried to say something but was cut off by the raging Latina again. "No! Don't' fucking talk to me Yentle! Don't tell you understand because you don't! Nobody fucking loves you! My Daddy loved me!" She screamed.
Rachel recoiled like she had been shot in the heart at the Latina's words and her hand flew to her heart as she let out a sob so heart wrenching it was able to knock Santana out of her blind rage. The Diva's eyes were wide and she stared at the Latina crying in anguish.
"Shit Rachel I'm sorry," Santana said as her words caught up with her and she took a step towards the Diva.
"Go away!" Rachel yelled jumping away from her.
"Rachel please baby," Santana said trying again only to have Rachel jump back again.
"Please…"Rachel cried sinking to the floor. "Just leave Santana…please." Rachel said dissolving into tears.
"Rachel I didn't mean it," Santana cried.
"Just go!" Rachel screamed clutching her bandaged head and flailing an arm in her direction.
So Santana did. She flew out the door, crying wildly, completely oblivious to the looks of the neighbors who at this point were cautiously watching the Berry house. Jumping over the side of her car she slipped into the passenger seat and slammed her key into the ignition, and threw it into reverse. She needed it to just stop, she needed to just fucking get away.