So I did something a little different with having this Quinn POV in the beginning I hope it doesn't mess up the story too much. And this gets pretty intense, I hope you guys enjoy it.

Quinn's POV

I gave Santana the look; it was the same look I'd given her since she showed up at my car five minutes ago. I was not amused. The part that annoyed me was that Santana had that dumb smug look on her face. I kept my doors looked forcing her to lean down and look at me through the passenger's side window which was about halfway down.

"Hey don't be stung out by the way I look, don't judge a book by it's cover." I was glaring at Santana now because I knew that was a line from a musical or at least something nerdy that Sam would probably watch. She was annoying me and she knew it. "Sorry I'm not wearing a dress, but what do you expect?" She questioned.

"You literally scream gay." She was wearing skinny jeans and black Doc Martens, with a v-neck and a beanie on. My gaydar would've gone off from a mile away, but my parents were sort of naïve when it came to things like this. "Oh my god you are so annoying." I said before unlocking my door and letting Santana in my car.

"Okay I'm gonna ignore your sass because I know you're just nervous." Santana said putting on her seatbelt. "So I'm just gonna be there for coffee right? I'm not expecting this to last long."

"My parents are going to want you to stay for dinner." I warned her.

"I'll just say I have to get home." Santana informed me.

"Does your dwarf girlfriend know where you're gonna be? I don't want her bitching about this or anything." I said turning off the radio and cruising past a black minivan.

"Why would she bitch about this?" Santana asked curiously.

"Um, maybe because we've fucked." I said rashly. I could see Santana rolling her eyes but I continued. "I'm sure Rachel gets annoyed every time you mention me even if we're only bros now."

"Please don't ever refer to me as your bro." Santana said as I parked in my driveway.

"Fine you can be my hoe." I said getting out of my car and heading towards my front door. Santana followed and I opened my front door looking around to see if my parents were actually home yet. There were no signs of life besides my cat Sid and I shrugged and walked into my kitchen. "Bummer." I mumbled.

"Where are your rents? Quinn I have zero patience with this shit, I still don't even know why I'm here." She said crossing her arms over her chest.

"I just need your support you asswipe." I said. She pulled out her phone after it buzzed once and she looked at what I was assuming was a text message. Judging by her small smile it must have been Rachel I snatched the phone from her and looked at the text/

[From Rachel]: San I'm making cookies for you, when you get home just come over here, my dads won't be back till 9.

I quirked an eyebrow at Santana who grabbed her phone back. "Wow talk about horny." I said laughing. "Gosh San, you really have important things to do."

"I will walk out of your house right this-…shit!" Santana said suddenly burying her face in her hands. I looked around wondering if I was supposed to know why she just freaked out.

"Um…there there…" I said poking her on the shoulder trying to calm her down.

"I can't believe I forgot about my car. It's at the school. How the shit am I supposed to get home?" She questioned.

"Let's see who do you know that has a car? Like a sexy ass blonde maybe?" I joked. "I'll take you home because my parents will probably kick me out-." Just then, I heard my garage door open, my father, and mother's voices approaching the side door. Santana went into my refrigerator, grabbed a glass bottle of Coca Cola, and opened it. I figured she just wanted to do something to keep herself busy, but that wasn't exactly helping me right now.

"Hi Qui-…oh hi there. Santana right?" My mother said as she entered the kitchen. My father was close behind and when he saw Santana, he smiled.

"Yeah, hi Mr. and Mrs. Fabray." Santana said looking over at me for direction. I opened my mouth to say something but closed it when my mom gave me a concerned look.

"Honey are you alright? You look a little pale." My mom said taking off her jacket and pressing the back of her hand to my forehead. "I'll make soup for you tonight." She offered. My dad walked completely into the kitchen and sat down.

"No, it's not that. I'm not sick I just…" Everyone was just looking at each other. I didn't know if I should say something now. I suddenly became extremely unsure of myself. I felt like a kid or an idiot, or both. Santana couldn't do anything to help me, but I should've come up with something to say, something proper, like a well written speech. Watching Milk wasn't going to help me understand much besides what it was like to be the gay governor of California in the 60s.

"Quinn wants to tell you guys something important." I glared at Santana with my mouth wide open and she just shrugged and took another sip of her Cola. I could've punched her right now.

"Oh is that so?" My father said looking at me and waiting patiently for me to explain what this was all about. "Quinn? What's this about?"

"Are you in some kind of trouble?" My mother questioned.

"No, everything's fine I'm just-." For some reason I couldn't say it. It wasn't like how Santana and I yelled it when no one was around. These were my parents. My judgmental and bigoted parents. I knew they just weren't going to accept me, I knew it.

"Did something happen at school?" My father said standing up dramatically.

"Are you pregnant?" My mother chirped.

"No!" I said. "No…"

"Well then what is it? Why are you acting so strange? Quinn tell us now-."

"I'm gay!" I shouted. "I thought you two should-."

"Get out." My father said looking me right in the eyes. I looked for my mom for support, but she looked away. I felt Santana's hand gripping my bicep, I didn't look at her, I just kept my eyes on my father. He looked so cold, so unreal. "Did you hear what I said? Get out, now." He said it like he was asking me to take out the trash rather than kicking me out.

"But dad-…"

"But nothing. No daughter of mine is going to be a…" He could even say it, could he? "Is this your girlfriend? You invited someone so filthy into my house?"

"Cool it bro I am not her girlfriend." Santana said defending herself. She tugged my arm trying to get me to walk away, but I couldn't.

"Mom?" I looked directly at her but she wasn't going to have my back.

"If you're not out of here in 30 seconds I'm calling the police." My father warned. Santana pulled my arm harder and I finally turned away from my parents and walked out of the door. When we stepped outside, Santana eyed me and took a big gulp of her Cola.

"…That went well."

…...

Santana's POV

"So what happened with Quinn?" Rachel asked as she sat down on the couch next to me. I took a bit of one of the cookies she'd made for me.

"Oh she got kicked out." Rachel gasped and I only smiled. "It's worse than it sounds. She's gonna crash with Brittany now, I'm sure that's a worthwhile payoff for her." Rachel nodded and turned on the TV. "I'm proud of her though, it was a big step."

"You're a good friend." Rachel said with a smile. I grabbed another cookie and stuck it in my mouth, taking a quick bite before sitting it down on the napkin next to me. Rachel was watching the news while I watched her. It wasn't long before I found my hand slipping over to her thigh. She didn't look away from the TV she just bit down on her lip as I moved my hand up further.

"San…" I tried to pull Rachel on top of me but she stopped me. "I have a question for you." I couldn't help but feel a little worried. Maybe Rachel was having second thoughts about us, that was the first thing that ran through my mind.

"Yeah…" I said. Rachel jumped on my lap and I looked around wondering if this was supposed to be a joke. Rachel had just stopped me from making a move on her, but now she was straddling my hips. "Rach, wanna try and be more of a tease?" I joked. She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed my temple. I gave her a curious glance and she finally smiled.

"I'm embarrassed to ask." She said coyly.

"Embarrassed? Oh come on." I said running my hands up and down her thighs. "It's just you and me here. I've seen you…I've seen your ass Rachel-."

"Shut it." Rachel said with a blush. She continued to look down bashfully and I wondered why she was suddenly so shy. I tried to look up at her eyes but her long eyelashes covered them. I gently tapped her butt and she looked up at me. "I…when we were in that hotel room. When we almost…" I smiled at the memory, but still sat there waiting for the actual question.

"Would you just talk to me?" I said finally feeling a little frustrated.

"I just wanted to know if you're um…a top?" I stared at her for a second before laughing. "It's not funny Santana, seriously don't laugh." Now I was cracking up, and Rachel did not look happy. "Oh thanks, I try and open up to you about something and you laugh at me." She hit me on the shoulder and then again a moment later when I still hadn't stopped laughing.

"I'm sorry, but it's sort of funny. Why are you asking that?" I questioned.

"I just wanted to know." She said with a light laugh.

"Well…" I thought for a second before speaking again. "I'm a top I guess."

"Why?" Rachel asked curiously. "I mean is there a certain reason?"

"I guess it's more about me being in control, making others feel good. It's a totally mentality. Does that like bother you? I know I can be touchy and-."

"No, I like it…I mean I really like it." She leaned down and kissed me on the lips. "Touch me." She demanded as she put my hand over her breast. It wasn't long before my hand was under her shirt and I was biting down on her lip. She moaned and grinded her body down against mine. "You know what I want?" She whispered in my ear.

"Hmm." I said sucking her pulse point.

"I want you to fuck me." She said looking directly into my eyes. "I want you to fuck me and don't hold back." I kissed her, warm and gently at the same time. I wanted her, she wanted me to want her, so what was the problem? I couldn't help but feel guilt resonate through my body, something was wrong, and it was all my fault.

Flashback

"Kenzie wait! Would you please just talk to me?" I yelled after her as she rushed into the house and bolted upstairs. I wanted to follow her, but the door slammed shut and I knew she just wanted to be alone. This had been the routine for the past few days. We'd get heckled at school, people would call us names, anything the worst they could think of, and then after Kenzie would run upstairs and lock herself in our room.

I felt bad. Truthfully, this was my fault. If Kenzie wasn't my adopted sister then she wouldn't get so much shit from all the bullies. It was my fault for being weird, for being so different. If it weren't for me then she wouldn't be so upset, so broken right now.

But it seemed like more.

Much more actually. Kenzie was tough, so why was this affecting her like this? I wanted to ask, but she'd been shutting me out so much lately, that I just felt disconnected. I'd even started sleeping on the couch in the basement just to give her more space.

I walked into the kitchen to be met by the gaze of my mother. I could see my brother out of the corner of my eye, eating pizza squares and watching TV while my mother made tea. "I don't know what's wrong with her." I said shaking my head.

"Have you tried talking to her?" My mother asked.

"Of course. That's the first thing I tried. She just shuts down and tells me that she needs some space." I was beyond frustrated. I just wanted things to go back to the way they were. Was that just too much to ask? As soon as the final papers were signed, everything had changed. Kenzie started separating from me and worse, my mother's cancer came back. We couldn't get a break.

"Well she's your sister; she'll open up to you the most. All you have to do is be honest with her about how you feel and she'll be honest with you. Remember mija, that is the most important thing in any relationship." I nodded and stole a pizza square off my brother's plate.

"Maybe she's just on her period or something, don't worry about it." I looked at my brother and smacked him on the shoulder. "What was that for?"

"For being an idiot-." We her a chair squeak and a load thud from upstairs. I looked at my mom first and then at Nico. "What was that?" I asked. Neither one of them said anything, they both just shrugged. "Kenzie! Kenz?!" I started towards the steps and I could hear my brother get up and follow me. I walked upstairs and towards my room.

The door was closed like I expected so I knocked first. "Kenzie? Are you okay?" No answer. I knocked again. "Kenz, just say something and we'll leave." No answer. I looked back at Nico who looked more worried than I've ever seen him. "We're coming in." I turned the knob and pushed the door open slowly.

Everything changed when I saw her. She was hanging from the fan. Her belt around her neck. I ran too her, wrapping my arm around her legs and lifting her up as best I could, while Nico was trying to get the belt out from around her neck. It was hard to hold her, I thought that I was going to give up for a moment, but that was at the exact time when Nico undid the belt.

We fell to the floor, Kenzie and I. I thought about CPR, but I didn't know how to do it. Nico was calling the cops and screaming for our mom. All I could do was hold her, hold her and regret not pushing harder for her to speak to me. I just wished I'd pushed harder.

End Flashback.

Rachel was under me, biting down on my collarbone, undoing my belt, and moaning every time I pressed my knee against her core. "Santana…please…take them off." She lifted her hips allowing me to pull down her panties. I tossed them behind us as my hand moved further up her thigh. "Touch me…it's okay." It was okay, I knew it was okay, but I couldn't help but feel so awful about this.

"Wait…we should stop." I sat up and Rachel looked at me like I was crazy. She was still panting, still lying there with lust filled eyes.

"Why? Was it something I did? Did I say something wrong?"

"Of course not. I want to, I want this, but…I haven't been honest with about something. And I can't keep this away from you." Rachel fixed her shirt and I put my belt back on. We sat down, awkwardly for a few moments before I opened up my mouth. "I should've told you sooner, the second I found out."

"San…please just tell me…whatever it is, I'm sure it's not that awful." She pressed her hand against my cheek and smiled. "I trust you, whatever this is, we can get past it."

"It's about…" I leaned in and kissed her cheek. "It's about your mother."

"M-my mother?" She questioned.

"Yes Rachel." I looked her directly in the eyes. "I know who your mother is, and you know her too."