AN: I hope that this answers a lot more of your questions. Anyway I'm not exactly pleased with how this turned out, but it does explain why Brittany and Santana are important to the twins. It shows a bit of Judy, and Russell it implies certain things about their relationship.
Harmony was pregnant, the words echoed in her head like a jackhammer. This wasn't supposed to happen, she was the careful one. Getting another girl pregnant wasn't even in the cards, it shouldn't be. She was female. They had done genetic analysis to prove it, yet three pregnancy tests later and the little positive sign was more than enough proof to show that Harmony wasn't lying about this. That it wasn't some sick joke that Harmony was playing on her.
For all of Sue's insane and generally dangerous training, this wasn't something that she knew how to deal with, or had planned for. She needed to tell someone, and her usual confidant wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. Throw in the fact that Quinn had continuously lied to Charlie's face. She doubted at this point Charlie would even believe her if she told her that they'd only had sex once. In fact the only person that knew about her and Harmony was Santana, and since Santana didn't keep secrets from Brittany there was a chance that the dancer knew. Which was why she was currently outside Santana's room pacing.
She didn't know how Santana was going to take it, but she needed advice and she didn't want to bring Sam and Mike into this at least not yet. So she knocked on the door and waited, she'd learned her lesson on simply barging into Santana's room. She heard a string of cursing both in Spanish and English and waited for another moment before the door swung open.
Santana frowned when she saw Quinn standing there, the Fabray twins really needed to stop interrupting her in getting her sweet lady kisses on with Brittany. "Is this life and death?"
"Harmony's pregnant," Quinn blurted out.
Santana stared at her mutely for a moment before she wordlessly stepped aside letting Quinn into her room, shutting the door closed after Quinn had entered. "What do you mean—did she cheat on you? I'll fucking kill the dwarf. I told you not to trust a dwarf. It's my Mexican third-eye but you never listen."
"San," Brittany said reproachfully as she slipped out of the bed and wrapped her arms around Quinn.
"This isn't okay Britt's, I can hide shit just fine. I can't hide a fucking baby, she needs to—" Santana trails off when Brittany shoots her a glare. Santana meets Brittany's look with one of her own.
"That's my child Santana," Quinn says pulling away from Brittany. "She can't—I didn't even think that I could have kids. It might not be the right time, but we love each other and we can make it work." Quinn said firmly, watching Santana who raised a brow.
Santana stared at Quinn in disbelief, not knowing where to pull that statement apart. "First of all, Harmony doesn't fucking love you, she's using for your fucking bank account. Second of all, you're fifteen. What the fuck do you know about raising children?"
"We can help raise her, I can teach her how to dance. You can teach her how to be scary tough, and she'll be like the coolest baby ever," Brittany said trying to ease the situation because Quinn was getting tense.
"I have the money to raise her, and I can take care of Harmony. We can run away and we can start a life together—" Quinn begins, they'd need plenty of money but if they used the money wisely they could live comfortably.
"Do you even fucking hear yourself? Harmony isn't in love with you. Your father isn't just going to let you run away. He'll hunt you both down—he'll have us both hunt you down like animals, and you're shit at disappearing," Santana pinched the bridge of her nose.
"She told me she loves me," Quinn insisted and Santana gave Brittany a look.
Brittany frowned, "San's right about her being a dwarf Quinn. Harmony's not really a nice person and she doesn't really like you. She likes your stuff and the stuff you can buy her."
Quinn scowled, she was tired of being the only person who got to see that side of Harmony. "If you guys just gave her a chance, you'll find out that she's not so bad. If you made her feel included and stopped bullying her like Charlie does, you'd get to see her like I do."
A look of confusion swept over Santana's face, "What are you talking about? The only time that Charlie went after your fucking bitch of a girlfriend is after she broke Britt's ribs. She deserved it, Finn shouldn't have interfered. Speaking of your fucking clone, where the fuck is she? What did she have to say about the fact that you want her to become a fucking aunt?" Quinn was deathly quiet for a moment, and Santana looked at the ceiling wondering what she had done in a past life to deserve this shit. "You haven't told her?"
"Charlie hates Harmony—"
"For a good reason," Santana interrupts.
"And she doesn't know that we've been dating," Quinn finishes ignoring the interruption.
"Still?" Santana asked suddenly understanding why Charlie was incredibly pissed off. "She's your fucking clone. I told you to handle it."
Quinn's frown deepened even though she should have come to expect the judgment from Santana, "We've been fighting for months now. When was I supposed to tell her? She's not talking to me and whenever we're supposed to be sparring she tries to hurt me. And it's not just me—she's been trying to hurt Harmony as well, she told me. She's lost her mind."
Brittany frowned, "Charlie hasn't tried to hurt Harmony—she wouldn't need to try she would just do it. She's like just as good as Santana," Brittany ignored Santana's indignant look and continued.
"Apart from the whole Charlie being as good as I am bit, I agree with Britt. If Charlie had wanted to hurt Harmony she would have done it already. Did Harmony tell you that Charlie was out to get her?" Quinn doesn't answer the question at all and Santana has her answer. She's going to kill the dwarf, the moment that the pregnancy is decided. She's the reason behind Charlie and Quinn's change in behavior. She's the one that was fucking with that bond.
"You need to tell her," Brittany said gently before Santana could start yelling at her.
"What she need to do—what needs to be done is that you need to talk to Harmony and you need to use your head Quinn. Your father isn't going to be happy when he finds out, and if you try to run. He'll send us after you, he'll have you found. We both know what will happen when he does eventually find you." She could still remember Russell's lessons on torturing a man that they'd been subjected to. He'd tortured two people in front of them, stopping after he did something to explain in detail. She was never going to forget the man's screams, and she was never going to remember the woman's screams either. Russell Fabray would have no qualms about killing Quinn let alone torturing her, and if Quinn wanted to get herself killed that was her own prerogative but there was no chance that Russell would spare Charlie, he'd make this some sick lesson for her to learn. "The best thing to do, the smart thing to do Q will be to get rid of it."
"She's carrying my child Santana, even if I don't run—maybe he'll let me raise her here with us. I can make sure that she's okay, she can grow up beside us. He doesn't want anything to do with us until we become useful to him. Even if I don't run he needs both of us, he needs both Charlie and I to work. Maybe we can come to some sort of deal," Quinn says hopefully though making a deal with Russell Fabray was like signing your soul away to the devil.
Shannon Beiste stared at the two teenagers in front of her, truthfully she never would have guessed that it would be Quinn sitting in front of her having this conversation with Harmony. "Have you two thought this through? Quinn you know your dad's going to be madder than a wet hen."
Quinn swallows, "I know, but that's why we're here, is there anything you could do? I want to keep her, I want to start a family with Harmony."
Shannon glances at Harmony for a moment and winces inwardly because she's not exactly fond of this choice. Harmony is too ruthless for Quinn and even she's not blind or deaf, it wouldn't sit well with Russell. "Is this what you want Harmony? To have this baby to be a family with Quinn."
"I want to have this baby—I've given it a lot of thought. It's what I want," It would set her up for life to be connected to the Fabray family. She wouldn't have to pretend anymore, Quinn wouldn't let anything happen to her and she'd protect her. She was the mother of Quinn's child, and for once things were going her way. "I—the doctor checked—the baby's normal. It's a girl, and he said she looks healthy and normal."
Quinn flinches at the word normal but ignores it, Harmony probably hadn't meant anything horrible by it. Just a normal healthy baby, "Is there anything you can do Shannon? Please."
Shannon looks at Quinn before glancing at Harmony, the girl didn't want to be a family with Quinn she just wanted the child, a child to keep her claws in Quinn who was clearly loved her more than she loved her. Quinn was going to be in for a rude reality check when she finally found out but she wasn't going to be the one to point it out. She was a firm believer in letting the twins make mistakes so that they could learn from it. But once Quinn did and that child was out of Harmony—she would be dealing with the troublemaker. "I'll talk to Sue and Roz maybe we can convince your father on something that will keep her alive."
Her rivalry with Charlie was getting worse as the days went by, it didn't help that people had begun to find out. Sam had walked in on her talking about it with Harmony. He had kept his mouth shut, but when Kurt found out when Burt had come to give them the first lessons in defensive driving. It had spread through the school when he had mentioned it to Finn, who had told Mike, and Artie. By then everyone knew. Everyone but Charlie.
The increasing tension between them wasn't completely her fault, Charlie ignored her openly for the most part. There was no more helping her up, there was no more saving her food anymore, or saving her a seat. They simply didn't talk and sparring generally ended up in real fights between them. Shannon had needed to separate them more than once.
"Maybe you need to hit the gym more Harmony. We don't need a fat bodyguard," Charlie sneers as she brushes past Harmony. It certainly didn't help that Charlie hadn't exactly stopped making off-handed comments about Harmony to antagonize her.
There was a quiet wince around the room but Charlie didn't seem to notice instead taking a seat away far away from her twin. "Fabgay," Charlie turned to Santana who rolled her eyes. "You're acting like a fucking prick," Santana snapped at Charlie before looking over at Quinn grabbing onto her before yet another twin brawl could take place. This was getting to be a pain in her fucking ass. Charlie merely flipped her off in response.
Brittany sighed, it didn't help that everyone was being nice to Harmony and Charlie still hadn't figured out why. The whole thing was getting out of control and Harmony was lapping up the attention. Enjoying the fact that the guys were giving her wide berth, and were opening doors for her and holding out chairs. Even Quinn was bending over backwards to go out of her way to make sure that Harmony was pampered. Every weird craving was met, every single cramp or bit of pain was met with concern or care. "It's not nice to call pregnant women fat Charlie," Brittany said and Quinn turned to stare at her, but she shrugged at her. Charlie was bound to figure it out eventually it's not like they could hide it from her. They were nearly fifteen weeks into the pregnancy and Harmony was beginning to show.
Charlie froze at her words, before turning to stare at Harmony. Disbelief was on her face for a mere moment before she snorted, "Whatever. Always knew she was a bit of a whore." Her eyes flick to Quinn for a moment maybe she had been wrong about—the look on Quinn's face said it all. Anger at her words, followed by guilt and Charlie frowned as she looked around the room suddenly realizing that everyone had known. Every last person knew that Quinn had gotten Harmony pregnant. There was movement and she watched as people began to move in a way to intercept her in case another fight erupted between them. "Please tell me that I'm not the only one with the good sense to tell you to get rid of it."
"Preach," Santana muttered under her breath but shut her mouth when Brittany smacked her arm. It was like everyone had lost their collective minds on this.
"Her. She's a girl not an 'it'." Quinn snaps at her twin getting up. "She's my daughter and your niece. I'm keeping her Charlie—Harmony and I are going to raise her together. We're going to be a family—"
"So our father doesn't know." Charlie stands up, and exhales. "Don't be stupid Quinn, you know he's not going to let it live once he finds out. As for you two playing at being a family—over my fucking dead body. We're sixteen. Signing your life up to the first person that spreads her legs for you is stupid. Especially when she's only here because she wants the 'perks' to this life."
"Harmony loves me," Quinn says immediately coming to her defense.
"So why the fuck are you saying it instead of her. Santana attempts to kick my ass if I hug Brittany for too long. They've made out in front of us just because they could. They link pinkies when they walk—no one doubts that they love each other. You're the only voice here defending your so called love. But everyone who has half a brain is telling you that Harmony doesn't love you. So what do you do? You knock her up and you want to play family with her."
Quinn frowns and glances at Harmony—their physicality had dwindled to almost nothing, at most Harmony would allow her to hold her hand, the only times that Harmony even kissed her anymore was after she bought her something. It wasn't as if Quinn hadn't thought about it. It had been like for months, Harmony's go to excuse was that she simply didn't feel like it. All eyes are on her now and she knows that people are starting to pay attention to Charlie's words. Harmony still hasn't said anything to Charlie's words and when she looks away Quinn feels her world begin to crumble. "Harmony—" she says gently pleading for her to say something to tell her twin that she's wrong.
The look on Quinn's face hurts and even though she wants to lie—she's just grateful that the child won't be coming out like Quinn. "I'm sorry Quinn—I didn't mean to hurt you."
The urge to say, 'I told you so' die on Santana's lips as she winces at the distraught look on Quinn's face as her world collapses. She's definitely going to murder the fucking dwarf after she gives birth to Quinn's lizard baby. For a moment she's sure that Quinn's going to cry, but her face hardens after she blinks away a few tears. "Q—"
Charlie doesn't seem to have the same qualm about Quinn's heart getting broken in front of everyone. "This came as no surprise to no one. Now that you're aware that she's the textbook definition of a whore, you can finally make the right decision and get rid of it."
Quinn swallows schooling her features as she turns to Charlie, "I don't care if she doesn't love me. I want her. I want my child in my life. She's my daughter Charlie. She's your niece. And I'll do anything to protect her, to protect my child. If you were my sister than you'd support my decision—you'd do something to help."
"Do what exactly—I'm not getting myself killed because you decided to knock up a whore. There are ways to deal with it. I'm not going against our father because you're being fucking stupid and selfish." Charlie snaps at Quinn, her anger over the past few months finally coming to a head as she takes a step towards her twin. "You lied to me, you fucking lied to me every single time I asked. You ignored me and you fucking hurt me. Why? Because I told you a fucking truth. Harmony didn't love you. Now you want me to do something for you after how you treated me? I'm not doing shit for you or your bastard child."
Quinn's mouth drops for a moment, before her mouth twists into a scowl, "Then you won't be a part of her life. I'm going to make a deal with our father. I'm going to keep her safe. With or without your help. I thought you'd finally grow up and help me. She's my daughter. She's my daughter Charlie and I thought you'd understand. I'm going to keep her."
"And if you do our father is going to kill her. Whether he pumps a bullet in Harmony's skull or he rips her out of your arms after she's born and breaks her neck. He's going to kill her. We're nothing more than his tools, he doesn't give two shits about us personally and when he's finished dealing with you he's going to punish me for letting this happen. That I should have made sure that you weren't embarrassing the family name. It won't matter that I asked, that you lied to me. I'm still going to be punished because I'm not omniscient."
"I'm keeping her, whether or not Harmony loves me or not isn't the issue. She's my daughter, and you're not my sister anymore," Quinn says coldly as Charlie's mouth drops for a moment, surprised that Quinn was disowning her. But she'd had enough of Charlie's attitude of her judgment, she didn't need her twin to help her protect her daughter.
Charlie sneers at her twin, "Fine, make your stupid deal with our father but when he snaps her neck in front of you, don't you dare come crying to me," she snaps at Quinn. She shoves Finn out of the way as she storms off.
Santana looks at Brittany who meets her gaze and she gives a brief nod as the two of them each pick a twin and go after her. Brittany choosing to stay with Quinn as Santana goes after Charlie.
Harmony reaches for Quinn's hand but Quinn pulls her hand away from her. "Quinn I'm—"
Quinn stares at her with cold eyes, "Don't—you've done enough."
Harmony recoils from Quinn and for once she's worried about what Quinn will do to her once she has this baby. She expects someone to come to her defense but no one does as Quinn storms out of the room with Brittany following her.
It takes Santana exactly three minutes to break into Charlie's room, where her future employer is currently bouncing a wall against the ceiling. She stares at Charlie for a moment not being able to read Charlie's expression for a moment as Charlie ignores her presence. "Look Fabgay, I get it. You're scared of your old man. I'm scared of your old man. And I get that you're trying to protect Quinn and she's being a stubborn bitch and still not listening to you, but you've got to get with the program. She wants to have this lizard baby and you're lucky we've managed to talk her out of running away with Harmony."
"What's her plan then? What's this big deal that she's going to make with our father to keep her alive?" Charlie asks abruptly.
"She doesn't have one—her focus has been on the baby, she begged Shannon for help and I think Shannon is talking to Sue and Roz" Santana informed Charlie who frowned at this. "She should have told you."
"She really wants to have this stupid baby doesn't she?" Charlie asks and Santana nods, "And she's normal?"
"According to the ultrasounds," Santana replies.
"Okay. There is one person who can—change his mind who can convince him to keep her alive," Charlie says after a long moment. "Tell her that she doesn't have to worry about it. If Quinn wants to have her stupid lizard baby, then she'll have her stupid lizard baby."
"Who?"
"Our mother," Charlie answers Santana's query rubbing her face.
"Boozy Judy?" Santana scoffs that's like asking for a miracle because Judy is rarely ever coherent. She can barely remember her own name and she's just as terrified of Russell Fabray just like everyone else. Charlie nods and she decides not to question it. The Fabray family is all sorts of fucked up and it's best to never ask questions. She sits on the bed beside Charlie who goes back to bouncing the ball against the ceiling.
"Santana you're my friend right?"
"I tolerate your gay ass, yes," Santana replies with a sniff. Charlie smiles it's the closest she's going to get to a yes.
"Want to help me kill my father?"
Brittany watched as Quinn paced in her room, "How could I have been so stupid—I thought she loved me. I thought that I could be loved. That someone could love me Brittany, but why would they when I'm a freak."
"I love you Quinn," Brittany says calmly and Quinn looks at her. "I love you and Santana loves you and Mike and Sam, we love you. So does Charlie and she's just mad at you."
"She wants me to get rid of my child—she's not going to even help me protect her. She's supposed to be my sister."
"Charlie's just mad at you, just like you're mad at her. Harmony was messing with your head and you were mean to Charlie, you need to apologize and she'd totes forgive you and then you can plan how to save your baby. I want to teach your baby how to dance. You promised."
"Babies—can't really dance Brittany," Quinn says relaxing, Brittany had been the only one not questioning her decision.
"Well when she can dance I'm going to teach her," Brittany says as if it's obvious. "Me and San didn't do a very good job of protecting you did we? Shannon says that our job is to keep you safe and stop you from hurting but you're in a lot of pain right now."
"Santana tried to tell me—she tried to warn me and I didn't listen to her. I—really loved her Britt," Quinn says the mask disappearing, she wasn't going to cry in front of Mike and Sam or Finn. She certainly wasn't going to cry in front of Harmony, she wasn't going to give her the satisfaction.
Brittany doesn't say anything to this, instead choosing to get up and wrap her arms around Quinn tightly letting her cry into her shoulder. "I'll totes beat her up for you after she's not pregnant." Quinn laughs at this and hugs onto her tighter.
"Mom?" Charlie asks knocking on the door to Judy's room, she'd visited early to make sure that Judy hadn't hit the bottle too hard by the time she got there. She wanted her mother lucid, she needed her mother lucid. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen Judy sober, not that she made an attempt to visit her alcoholic mother. She wasn't if it was the guilt or the anger that kept her away from her mother, but here she was.
The door opens after a moment and Judy smiles upon seeing her eldest daughter ignoring the displeased look on Charlie's face as she wraps her arms around Charlie and kisses her cheek. "You came to visit!" she says in a cheery tone as she pulls away to look at her daughter. "Come in."
Charlie grimaces not sure if Judy is drunk or if this is just smell of the alcohol from the previous night of binge drinking but she enters her mother's room. Her parents didn't sleep in the same bedroom, her father requested her presence when he required her—services. "Hi mom—how are you feeling?" Charlie asks after an awkward pause.
Judy didn't seem to notice it as she fussed over what Charlie was wearing, "You'd look pretty in this little Chanel number that I have. Every girl needs a black dress," she said completely ignoring Charlie's question. "It'll attract the boys. You can still get married to a nice young man—even with your condition."
Charlie gave her mother a tense smile, "I know mom," Charlie says gently. "How much have you had to drink today?" Charlie asks after a moment.
"Charlie," Judy admonishes but she looks away as Charlie just continues to stare at her, "Just a few to help me get on with my day. I'm fine."
Charlie nods, finding Judy completely sober and she seems relatively lucid for Judy anyway, "Quinn—got a girl pregnant mom," Charlie rubs her arm as Judy freezes for a moment.
"My Quinn?" Judy asks and Charlie nods. "But—she's a girl."
"Doctors were wrong about us being fertile, we can give you grandkids mom." Charlie says trying to make the best of the situation, forcing a smile on her face. She watches as Judy tries to form a coherent thought and sighs, "I came here to tell you that you're going to be a grandparent and I'm asking you save her—Quinn wants to keep her."
"Is she going to be like—?"
"No she's a girl, she's not like me and Quinn." Charlie interrupts answering the question. "But he'll kill her anyway when he finds out—and Quinn wants to keep her. So please save her. Please mom. Please talk to him—just save your grandchild. He'll kill her in front of Quinn just to make a point."
Judy is quiet as Charlie begs her to do something, and she doesn't know what she can do, Russell is not a man to be trifled with, and her fear of him is crippling. He enjoys her fear and pain. He enjoys hearing her scream for him, Charlie's not aware of what she's asking her for. "I can't. Charlie, he'll—" she trails off not wanting to burden her daughter with the information. She's not drunk enough yet. "You know I can't change his mind."
"I'm just asking you to—convince him to keep her alive for now. She's not like me and Quinn, she's—not a freak. She'll come out perfect and she can be loved, and Quinn loves her already and he can't destroy her like that—she can't lose her child," Charlie begged reaching out to touch her mother on the arm only for her to flinch away.
"I can't," Judy says forcefully. "Do you know what he'll make me—your father is not a good man Charlie. You don't know what you're asking of me."
"I'm asking you to save your grandchild, to give her a chance of living. To stop being so—to be our mother and protect us—protect Quinn and her child."
Judy stares at her eldest daughter begging her and moves to the decanter filled with an expensive bourbon and pours herself a glass. The alcohol dulls the pain—and making a deal with Russell was going to be costly. "Are—you like Quinn?"
"Yeah," Charlie says quietly. "But I won't—I'm not going to—I'll never make this mistake I promise. So please, just save Quinn."
The alcohol had stopped burning on the way down years ago, but she finishes the glass and pours herself another one. "I'll—try."
Charlie nods quietly it's all that Judy can do, and she stands there awkwardly not knowing what to do as her mother just drinks in front of her. "Mom—I can sit with you for a bit and you can tell me about that little black dress." It's a lame offer and she knows that, but Judy had been excited moments ago and it's the least she can do to make her mother happy. To give herself some level of comfort.
But Judy doesn't answer her and after ten minutes of watching Judy just drinking glass after glass, Charlie eventually leaves not sure if her mother will even remember the conversation. It's not until the door closes behind Charlie does Judy finally break down crying.
Russell Fabray took a sip of his whiskey as he studied Sue, "My wife informed me today that Quinn has managed to impregnate some girl. She said that she wanted grandchildren, begged me to let the child live. She begged for other things as well. She even promised to be a bit more compliant, to be a bit more grateful for everything I have done for her."
Sue felt the bile rising to her throat but she swallowed it down she needed to sell this, "It'd be the perfect way to control Quinn and tying Quinn down will keep Charlie in line as well. At least until you can find something that will bring Charlie in line on her own."
"Explain." Russell ordered leaning forward.
"Charlie is young and reckless and is already close to wanting to challenge you for your seat," Russell laughs at this. "She'll fail of course and you'll beat her within an inch of her life but you'll let her live because you want both of them to expand your empire and they are both really excellent at what they do. Keeping Quinn down will keep Charlie in line as well. If you play it right it will also divide them. They are more dangerous together but they aren't currently on the same page anymore. It is just a suggestion. Keep the girl alive, healthy, make her happy, and Quinn will do whatever you want to make sure that she stays that way."
Russell leaned back in his chair, "And the mother of the child?"
"She needs to go. I can take care of it the moment that she gives birth," Sue said immediately.
"No—I think it's time Quinn got her hands dirty," Russell said calmly and dismissively.
Sue frowns and hopes that this would work that it would keep the child alive, for now. It was the best that she could come up with manipulating Russell Fabray was a dangerous game.
Quinn is there at the delivery though she doesn't speak to Harmony. For the past few months the only time she'd talk to Harmony was to ask how the baby was doing. She still can't believe that she fell for the lies—for the fact that she thought that someone could love her. Her father was right no one could love her. She was a freak.
A freak with the most beautiful daughter in the world. It was the only thought that ran through Quinn's mind as she held her daughter rocking her in her arms. Harmony asleep in a drug induced slumber on the bed beside her. They had decided to name her Beth. Beth Fabray, she was gorgeous with her soft blonde locks and her hazel eyes. Beth looked like her, though she had Harmony's eyes, but other than that Beth was her child. The rest of the gang had been in there to see her, to check up on her. Brittany and Mike had insisted that they'd teach her to dance. Santana had affectionately dubbed her a lizard baby. Even Shannon thought that she was beautiful. The only person who had been absent, was her twin who hadn't shown up.
Their relationship hadn't changed, it had been just as antagonistic as it had been since Harmony had entered their lives. It was almost ironic that a person named Harmony had ruined their relationship, Charlie should have been there. She should have been there beside her but Charlie was absent, she still was very much vocal about how this was a bad idea. But there was no time to think about that, she'd deal with her twin later.
Beth yawned and her face scrunched up, and Quinn smiled. She had a daughter. She had the most beautiful daughter in the world and nothing could ruin this moment. She leaned in pressing a kiss onto Beth's forehead gently as a knock on the door caused her to look up and her heart stopped beating as her father stood there a cruel smile on his face. "Father," Quinn said standing up quickly as she could as Russell entered the room.
"I heard that I was a grandfather. Is she like you?" His voice was harsh and Quinn shook her head quickly, tightening the hold she had on her daughter gently. "Good—she isn't going to be useless then," he extended his arms and gave her an expectant look as Quinn swallowed before putting her daughter into his arms, hoping that she wouldn't regret it. "Hopefully she'll be a looker when she grows up." Russell says peering as he looked at her.
"Father—" Quinn began only to be silenced by a look from him as she looked away. She wasn't going to let him just use Beth as cattle.
"You know I was going to bash her head against the ground in front of you. Something I should have done with you and your twin when you were born, I thought I had two sons. Proudest day of my life, found out that I had two freaks instead," Russell says casually and he watches in amusement as Quinn tenses and he knows he has the correct tool to use to reign her in. "Your mother intervened. Showed a bit of backbone, asked me to spare her. Holly." Russell called as Holly Holiday walked into the room and he handed Beth over to her.
"Father—I'm sorry it will never happen again," Quinn began only to be met with a stiff blow to the face her head snapping to the side forcefully.
"Holly will be taking care of her. She'll be given everything you could have had if you weren't born a freak. I'll send her to the best schools and when she's finally old enough I'll manage to find a suitable husband for her. I can't have you or proclivities filling her head with nonsense, thinking that your behavior is alright." Russell said.
"Father you can't just take her away from me. She's my child—she's Harmony's child," Quinn protests wondering if she could take him without endangering her daughter. She's weaponless and she can see Russell's gun in his holster.
"Ah yes—Harmony the whore that you impregnated. From Sue's report—she's going to be a problem. Take care of her," Russell ordered a smirk playing on his lips as confusion and then horror sweeps across Quinn's face.
He couldn't be serious, even if Harmony had hurt she had at one point loved her. She couldn't kill her. "No. I'm not going to kill her. She doesn't deserve that, I can't kill Beth's mother," Quinn said as she stood up at her full height.
"Kill her Quinn or I will rethink smashing your daughter's head against the ground. Harmony's going to die regardless of whether you pull the trigger or I do. And if I have to bother myself with this trash then I will take my time and it will be painfully slow, and I'll make sure you have a front row seat for it before I kill you. I still have on child who hasn't fucked up royally."
Quinn stared at him, watching as he lazily pulled his gun from his holster, it was a revolver, a simple revolver, and at this point in time she couldn't remember what the brand name was all she saw was her father taking out the six bullets and placing just one and spinning it around. It was like a game of Russian roulette for him. Even if she thought about shooting him, there was a chance that it wouldn't be on the first shot it would be plenty of him time to kill Beth. Or disarm her, and then he'd kill Beth. He'd kill her daughter. She didn't doubt it for one moment, that her father would kill his own granddaughter.
It was a gamble, one in which Beth's life was in danger and she wouldn't take that bet. She'd never take a bet to put her daughter's life on the line. She took the gun from her father's outstretched hand and the thought of pulling that trigger of killing her father flashed through her mind again and again. But instead she turned to where Harmony was still sleeping and she pulled the trigger, praying that one day that Beth would understand. The gun clicked and Quinn kept a mental count, maybe if it was the last bullet then she'd be able to kill him she'd be able to wheel around and take him out.
She pulled the trigger again praying that nothing happened, but there was no answer from god and it was the day that Quinn decided that god didn't exist—that god couldn't exist as the sound of the shot filled the room. It was enough to wake Beth up who began to cry, screaming. And it was the sound that filled Quinn's ear as she stared at the lifeless body of Harmony, a bullet hole in the middle of her forehead. She'd killed animals before but never another human being. She was a murderer, she had just killed the woman that she had loved.
Quinn doesn't notice that her father has taken the gun away from her, or that he's got this proud smile on his face. "Remember Quinn—a lesson without pain is meaningless. She never loved you anyway, no one can love someone like you. Now you've learned your lesson. Hopefully I've squashed these silly ideas of you pretending to be normal. Beth will raised properly, maybe if you obey you'll see her. But she lives and dies by my will, in case you ever think of crossing me."
He doesn't stay long and the crying slowly fades away as Holly follows him separating mother from daughter, taking Beth away from person who had just killed her mother. It's a few moments later when she feels Charlie's arms wrap around her and she finally breaks down crying into her twins shirt. She didn't know where Charlie had been—but she had needed her twin. She had needed her twin beside her. And she doesn't notice the pain on Charlie's face or her the bruising on her neck.
AN: There might be one more full flashback, I haven't decided what yet. Anyway we're going back to the present. We're going to check in on the twins, Quinn will discuss Beth with Rachel, there will be some Charlie/Norah and maybe a Norah/Rachel discussion or I'll show the downfall of Will Schuester I haven't decided, but by chapter 40 we should be there or close to catching up with the future.