Disowned

The three girls made their way into school the next morning and found a happy blonde waiting for them at the doors.

"Hey San, Q, Rachel! Hey Rachel, do you think you could take me to dance class today? My car was making a funny noise and my parents are taking it to the car doctor to make it feel better."

"Yea, sure Brittany. It's not a problem. I brought my car and Quinn and Santana drove separate so we can leave right after school." Rachel answered her after comprehending what the blonde had said.

"Wait, hold up? You two dance together?" Santana was now confused

"Of course we do silly!" Brittany smiled at her.

"How come I didn't know about this?" Santana looked between the two girls.

Rachel decided to fill her in. "We never told anyone. We've been in the same class since we were three. I knew you didn't like me and I couldn't fathom what you would do if you found out we were in the same dance school, let alone the same class. We kept it between us, but we never really spoke in class. I didn't want you to find out so I stayed away from Brittany."

"Oh. Ok. Well, that all obviously changes now. It's cool if you two are friends you know."

"Yay!" Brittany squealed and yanked Rachel in for a hug.

The diva winced in pain but allowed Brittany to practically smother her anyway.

When Brittany finally let go, she linked pinkies with Santana as they made their way inside.

Quinn took Rachel's hand as they followed the pair in front of them.

The day managed to go without any problems. Mainly because the entire student body was too scared to even look in the direction of the four girls. Plus, Karofsky was sporting a swollen nose and a black eye which only added to the fear.


After the last bell, Rachel and Brittany left for dance in Rachel's Jeep while Santana and Quinn stayed behind for close to an hour to work on things for Cheerios before taking Santana's car home.

When the pair pulled into the driveway, they noticed boxes on the front porch. There was a total of 6 boxes and taped to the first box was an envelope addressed to Quinn.

With shaky hands, Quinn removed the letter, took a deep breath, and opened it.

Santana watched as hurt and pain made itself known over the blonde's face before her features turned stoic and showed nothing.

Quinn shoved the letter into Santana's hands and walked inside.

The Latin was torn between reading the letter or following her best friend. She decided to find the blonde first and read later.

Quinn was sitting on the couch in the living room staring blankly at the wall.

Santana noticed she looked completely broken. Sitting next to her on the couch, she read..

Quinn,

Here are the rest of your things. I didn't know if you wanted them or not, but I decided to send them anyway and you can do as you please with them.

I'm sure you know by now that the Berry's have custody of you. Their lawyer was threatening to take us to court for child abuse if we didn't sign the papers. I hope you're happy about that. You really shouldn't be telling lies, Quinn. It's a sin.

You also have no right to be mad that I took your father back. It was my decision and only mine. He is my husband no matter if you like it or not. You don't get any say in it.

Enjoy your new life of sin with those gay men and their abomination of a daughter. I ask that you never set foot in my house and do not speak to me or Russell. From this point on, you are no longer our daughter or part of our family.

Judy

Santana set the letter down and looked at Quinn. "Q, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. Why should I care?"

"Because they're your parents."

"Don't call them that. They have never been my parents. Hell, the Berry's have been better parents to me in the few days I've lived here then they ever were."

Quinn was speaking in a calm and quiet way and it was making Santana nervous.

"Quinn-"

"What does it feel like Santana?"

"What does what feel like?"

"Cutting. What does it feel like?"

"Q, are you thinking about cutting?"

"Yes.. No.. I don't know. Maybe."

"I'm not going to lie to you, Quinn. It feels exhilarating. It feels like a high but without the drugs. It feels like having control over something. It's a release. But, trust me when I say don't. It's not worth it. As much of a release it is, it doesn't fix anything. It just makes everything worse because you're not dealing with you're problems but instead making yourself bleed to try and cope. It feels like it's helping for a while, but soon you'll feel like you have to cut deeper to get the same release and high. It's a bitch when you want to stop. It's really fucking hard. I cut many times after I told myself I was done with it. Hell, just look at what Rachel is going through with it. She's got one infected cut and the ones from yesterday were pretty deep. She's already going deeper then I ever did and that scares me. I don't want you to have to go through this as well."

"Thanks San. I'm going upstairs to lay down."

"Quinn-"

Santana grabbed Quinn's arm when she stood but Quinn pulled away at the contact and walked out of the room. She didn't feel the same warmth and comfort from Santana as she did with Rachel.

"Crap. Rachel you better get your ass home soon." Santana said to the empty living room. She sighed and made her way outside to bring the boxes in before heading to the kitchen to find something to cook for dinner.


A few hours later, Rachel made her way in. She was confused to why there were boxes stacked in the foyer of her house. She heard movement coming from the kitchen where she found Santana putting something in the oven.

"Hey Santana, what's with the boxes? And where's Quinn?"

"Lets go to the living room, we need to talk."

"Ok. Should I be worried?"

"I'm not sure honestly. Come on."

The girls sat down on the couch and Santana handed Rachel the letter that was still sitting on the table where she left it.

"So this explains the boxes I'm guessing?" Rachel asked when she finished reading.

"Yea. Quinn has been upstairs for a while now."

"I'm going to go check on her."

"Wait, I need to tell you something first."

"Ok?""I'm not sure if I'm supposed to or not-"

"Well if you're not sure maybe you shouldn't tell me. I'll just go upstairs."

"No. She never said not to tell you and you need to know. She asked me what it felt like to cut."

"What did you tell her?"

"The truth. That it's a release and feels like control. But I also told her that it wasn't worth it. That it's so hard to stop." She chose to leave out the parts where she had talked about Rachel though.

"Oh."

"Yea. I wasn't sure what to say but I didn't want to lie to her."

"I understand."

"She pulled away from me when I touched her and tried to stop her from walking away. She's so broken and I don't know what to do about it. She won't talk to me and I think she's in a lot of pain but won't let it out. She cried last night after you went into the bathroom. She doesn't know how to help you and she's scared."

"She blames herself for what's happened to me. She blames my cutting on herself. I told her last night that I wasn't completely ready to forgive her for our past. I feel so guilty about it."

"You shouldn't feel guilty. You can't forgive someone until you're ready to. But at least you're letting her in and trying."

"This all sucks so much Santana."

"I know. Believe me, I know. I'm trying to figure out what to do with both of you."

"Just focus on Quinn for now. Don't worry about me."

"That's not gunna happen. You're stuck with me."

Rachel gave her best smile "I'm fine Santana."

Santana could tell that it was a fake, but decided to let it go for now. "Go talk to Quinn. Dinner will be done in about an hour."

Rachel nodded, but leaned into Santana's chest and took a few deep breaths.

Santana pulled Rachel into her arms and rocked her gently.

Upstairs, Rachel found Quinn curled into a ball on the bed. She laid down behind the blonde and placed a gentle hand on her side.

Comfort immediately flowed through Quinn's body from where the hand was resting.. She immediately turned and pressed her face into the crook of Rachel's neck. She breathed in the brunette's smell, letting it wash over her and flood her senses. She didn't bother to try and stop the tears from pouring out. A sob immediately followed.

Rachel wrapped her arms around the shaking blonde and started to pull Quinn on top of herself. Quinn's took the hint and moved onto Rachel. She fisted Rachel's shirt into her hands and re-buried her face into her neck. Rachel placed one hand on Quinn's back and used the other to lightly run her fingers through the blonde's hair, gently massaging her scalp as she went.

"I've got you Quinn. I'm right here. I won't let go." Rachel gently cooed into Quinn's ear.

Quinn continued to sob for a half hour as her body shook violently and was showing no signs of stopping. Rachel began to softly hum anything that came to mind in hopes to calm the girl.

It took another 15 minutes for Quinn's sobs to subside, but she still continued to cry.

Rachel had to ask the main question on her mind. "Quinn, did you cut?"

"No.. I.. I tried. I couldn't." Quinn managed to get out.

"Good. I'm glad. Please, Quinn. Please don't start to."

"But you did."

"I know. Believe me, I know. But this is you we're talking about, not me. So talk."

"I don't know what to say."

"Doesn't matter. Just say what you feel."

"I just.. I can't believe that she doesn't care. She said that things were going to try when I moved back in, but that never happened. Things never changed. And the letter just hurt so much. It proves that she doesn't care or love me. I have no family. I have no one. I thought that maybe there was still a chance and that they would change their minds and everything would be ok. But now it's never going to happen. Everything is ruined." Another sob escaped.

"Hey, that's not true. You have me and Santana and now my dads. I know that they're not here, but you still have them. If they didn't care, they wouldn't have taken you in. I'm not going anywhere Quinn. And I don't think Santana is either. Can I ask, why did you pull away from her earlier? She told me what happened."

"Because…. Because she's not you. It didn't feel right. Your touch is like comfort and warmth to me. Hers just isn't that way. I just feel safe with you."

"Wow."

"Yea."

"Well, it's the same for me, too."

"Really?"

"Yes." Rachel could tell that Quinn didn't want to continue the conversation so she decided to change it. "Listen, why don't we go see if dinner is ready before Santana burns the house down. If you want to talk more later we can, but if not that's fine as well. Talk to me when you're ready to, ok?"

"Yea, ok."

Quinn rolled off of Rachel who stood up and offered Quinn her hand. Quinn took it and allowed herself to be pulled to the bathroom. Rachel carefully wiped the blonde's face with a cool cloth. Quinn realized how nice it was to have someone who genially cared for her and allowed herself to be taken care of.


Later that night, the three girls were curled up in Rachel's bed. Quinn was in the middle of the two brunettes. Santana was pressed into Quinn's back with her arm was around her from behind while Rachel and Quinn's fronts where together. Rachel's arm draped over both girls.

Rachel laid awake listening to the light breathing of the two sleeping girls as her thoughts raced. She felt guilty. She felt that Quinn's situation was her fault. It was her fault that Quinn was kicked out and disowned by her family. Her dads not being around was her fault. Everything was because of her. Rachel told herself that nothing would be about her anymore. She was going to close herself off in attempt to help Quinn. She would no longer talk to the two girls about what was bothering her. The cutting wasn't going to stop, but she was going to make it seem like it had. Yes, things were going to change, even if it killed her in the process.


A/N: Sorry this took so long. Writers block is making itself known again. This chapter is shorter then I wanted. It was supposed to contain Thursday and Friday as well, but I wanted to get something posted today. I'll try to get then next out as soon as I can. Work will be taking over my life this coming week so no promises when it will be coming, but I will make every attempt to have at least one chapter posted.