Chapter Rating: M

Warnings: Mild violence, sexuality, polyamory

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Quinn Fabray grew up in a home where she was expected to grow up, marry a man and have children and raise them in the Christian faith and watch as they follow in her footsteps. It was what she was taught was right. It was what God expected of her. It was what her parents expected of her.

And that all went down the toilet when she got pregnant. She had had sex with Puck to prove something to herself, as unsure as she was about what it was, she had slept with him to prove to herself that she wasn't gay.

It hadn't worked. It took her a while to sort herself out and come to this conclusion but she was definitely very gay.

This went against everything her parents had raised her to believe was right and that made it hard to accept. She didn't want to accept this. But she felt better once she accepted herself.

Then there was her current relationship; it was 'common knowledge' that once you love and it's real, you can't fall in love with someone else. You should only have one partner and falling in love with more than one wasn't something that happened. But somehow, she still found herself falling in love with three women.

One woman went against everything she was raised to believe but three, that went completely into new territory.

It wasn't something she ever believed she could be involved in and now, she couldn't imagine not loving her girls. She couldn't imagine not being in a relationship with all three.

It hadn't taken her long to develop feelings for Rachel after their 'experiments' but she had been content with Brittany; she loved Brittany. The feelings for Rachel had never gone away, in fact with Santana's constant presence, she soon developed feelings for the gorgeous latina as well.

At first, her instinct was to deny her feelings because it felt so wrong to want three women, especially with her strict Christian upbringing. Her mind was filled with guilt and shame until one day she realized if her feelings were wrong, God wouldn't have allowed her to be gay. God wouldn't have given her the capacity to fall for them and have them fall for her in turn.

But there was a lot about her relationship that made her nervous because despite her acceptance of her feelings, she knew her parents couldn't find out. Specifically, her father who had so begrudgingly accepted her back into the house after she had given Beth up. That relationship was strained as ever but it was never spoken about.

To her father, Beth was nothing more than a dirty secret to be hidden under the rug; a mistake to be learnt from.

He didn't know the nights Quinn spent crying over the loss of her child. He didn't care about the depression she went through within those first few months as she would reach to rub her belly or yearn to fell Beth move.

He certainly didn't know she was in contact with the baby whose existence he went out of his way to ignore.

That was something else he could never discover but that would be a slap on the wrist compared to discovering that not only was his daughter in a 'homosexual relationship' but a non-monogamous one as well.

For the past two days, she was careful; more careful than she was when she was just dating Brittany. She kept conversations limited and quick; simple things like hellos and goodbyes and letting them know if she was going to be late coming home.

As she made her way to Brittany's house, her lips still tingling and her body buzzing from the kisses and the touches. There was a damp spot on her thigh as a reminder of Rachel's pleasure and it only added to the fire in her veins.

All she could do was cross her legs and push as best she could to alleviate some of the pressure.

"We should do that again, Quinnie next time. I like hearing Rachel cum," Brittany sighed, making Quinn's centre throb more. "I can't wait to hear you and Sanny."

She's trying to kill me.

"Me too," Quinn said quickly. "What do you think this date is going to involve?"

"I don't know. But it'll be good. Rachel is a huge romantic, so if she plans it, it will be great."

Once Brittany got safely inside, Quinn sped home. Neither of her parents' cars were in the garage so she races up to her room, wanting to take advantage of the empty house.

She didn't waste a single second in changing into her pjs, crawling into bed and sticking her hand in her pants.

She couldn't really get naked because her mother always poked her head in when she got home and she didn't want to be caught naked when that happened.

Images of the evening began flooding her mind as her fingers moved of their own accord as she had a group call with her girlfriends… a conversation that ended with a mind-blowing orgasm.

When she hung up though, she was still wet and still needed more so she began working herself again and because she was already sensitive, she felt herself climaxing faster.

Finally, as she got close…

BANG!

The bedroom door flew open with a crash and there was her red-faced Father glaring angrily in her direction.

He looked furious.

Angrier than when he found out Quinn was pregnant.

Angrier than Quinn had ever seen him.

She drew her hands out of her pants and sat up, fear coursing through her veins. It was remarkable how fast the pleasure and desire left her system and was replaced with fear and worry because she felt like she was being stared down by an angry wolf about to devour its prey.

And her mother was standing behind him, trying to calm him down. She was frantically whispering for him to 'come to bed' and 'discuss this in the morning'. The man ignored her.

"Lucy Quinn Fabray!"

The words were slow and lethal. If she hadn't been so scared, she would have marveled at his ability to make every syllable shake with rage despite barely speaking above a whisper. .

Somehow, it was more terrifying than if he had come in screaming. Was this because she was touching herself? Had she been too loud? But they were home so early. She wasn't expecting them back home for another three hours. That should have been more than enough time to get herself off at least a couple of times.

"I want you to explain yourself this instant!"

When she opened her mouth, words failed her entirely. Only jumbles of words flew out of her throat which was constricting in fear and apprehension. Especially considering she had no idea what she had done to actually make her father this angry.

"Explain this!"

This time, her father threw his phone at her, hitting her chest hard.

When she looked at the screen, the blood left her face entirely as her entire body went cold.

There on the phone was a picture of her and Santana kissing; their hands were up each other's shirts and it was clear in the photo both girls were very clearly enjoying themselves. There was no possible way to play this off as an innocent, platonic kiss on the cheek. They were very clearly kissing and feeling each other up.

Fuck! No! No! This wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening! He wasn't meant to find out. I had worked so hard to keep him from finding out.

She didn't even know what to say to her father because she was certain there wasn't a single thing she could say to make this better. There was no covering up what was happening in the photo. It was obvious. Too obvious.

"Imagine my surprise when I got a picture of my daughter kissing that filthy dyke! Explain yourself NOW!"

Quinn took a deep breath and braced herself.

She wasn't going to lie. What was the point? The evidence was right there and clearly, she was royally screwed either way…

But that didn't make this situation any less terrifying nor did it make her want to wet herself any less.

But she did the best to wipe the fear off of her face and look her father in the eyes with the best HBIC glare she could offer.

"Well, I was kissing my g-girlfriend!"

She knew the stutter would have gone unnoticed but she still wanted to smack herself for it happening

If possible, his face went redder and the anger made his eyes look like they were ready to bulge out of his head and this just made her feel like she was about to barf. But she did her best to hide it because she was going to hold her head up and not show her fears and she certainly wasn't going to let that man see her cry.

She would never let him see her that weak.

"Girlfriend! Girlfriend!"

"Russel, calm down!"

Quinn looked at her mother who was watching with wide eyes as Russell's face seemed to morph to a display of rage and anger that Quinn would have thought impossible. She wondered if the amount of rage would be too much for his body to handle because even his breaths were coming out erratically.

Quinn's mother, Judy, was torn between eyeing Quinn with a worried look in her eyes and eyeing her husband with terror. Why had she taken that man back if she was scared of him?

"How dare you? You are not some filthy little dyke!"

"You're right, I'm not! I'm a lesbian!"

"Quinnie, you don't mean that, tell you're father you don't…"

"Get out of my house!"

"Russel!"

"Get the fuck out of this house, Quinn and don't come back! Ten minutes!"

With those words, Russel dragged Judy out of the room, leaving Quinn to run trembling through her room grabbing her phone, charger, uniform, inhaler, medication, pictures of her and girlfriends and the emergency money she had been saving up since she returned through her summer job and guilt money from her mother claiming it was an 'allowance'. If wasn't much, only a couple thousand but it was more than she was willing to leave behind.

She made her way down the stairs with her backpack, duffle bag, and suitcase; her eyes were burning with tears that she knew were going to fall soon but she wasn't going to give Russel the satisfaction.

"Leave your keys. Car keys as well because that's my car!"

Fuck, how am I supposed to move these things to wherever I'm going?

When her father held out his hand for the keys, she made a point to roughly shove them in, intentionally digging his hand with one of the keys.

He responded by lifting his hand and slapping her across the face hard enough that she almost fell to the ground.

"Russell!"

"Shut up, Judy! Get the fuck out of our home! You are not my daughter!"

Quinn tore out of the house with her bags. It only took a few steps towards her car before she remembered she couldn't bring the car. It wasn't 'her car'.

The neighbour was awake and hopefully would be nice enough that maybe she could wait inside while she figured things out. She pulled out her phone to check the time and… Her phone was dead. Maybe they'd let her charge her phone.

Maybe if I hadn't been in such a rush to fuck myself, I'd have remembered to plug in my phone!

She made her way next door and knock gently. After a few seconds, the door opened to reveal an older lady with a man her age standing behind her. The second they saw her crumpled face and her trembling lips, their faces went soft.

"Can I come in for a minute? I need to charge my phone so I can call my girlfriend to come and get me?"

"Oh, sure, dear! Come in! Come in! Ernie! Don't just stand there, get her bags and warm up some water for tea! I'm Ethal."

Quinn found herself ushered towards a couch beside a wall plug. As soon as she plugged her phone in, she dialed Santana's cell phone.

"Quinnie, Quinnie, Quinnie… Already ready to be naughty again?"

And that was it. The sound of Santana's voice was enough to break her completely and she broke into uncontrollable sobs. The chuckles on the other end-stopped and there was the briefest silence.

"Quinnie, baby, what's wrong?"

For a minute, all Quinn could do was sob and she ran her fingers over her stinging cheek and wince at the sensation.

"Can I come over? I know its late but…"

"You know you can. You know where the key is, let yourself in and come up to my room. Rachel and I will be waiting. What happened?"

"I… I'll… I can't!"

"Can you drive? You know what, we're on the way, don't move! You're at home, right?"

"No, I'm at the neighbours. Please, hurry!"

Quinn just broke down, sobbing too much to get another word in. It took about five minutes for her to be able to explain which neighbour's she was at because she was so upset.

"We need to get dressed and in the car, Rachel will call you and talk until we get there, okay?"

"Kay, San."

When she hung up the phone and set it down to charge until Rachel called back, she found Ethel was standing beside her with a box of kleenex extended to her.

"Was that your girlfriend? Is she coming?"

"One of them, they're on their way. Thank you for letting me stay in here… They're going to call once they're in the car."

"Oh, hush now. It is far too cold for a girl your age to be outside. Are you okay?"

"My father threw me out. He found out that I'm gay."

The woman look repulsed and angered when she heard this and at first, Quinn thought she was going to kick her out to for being gay until…

"What kind of adult kicks out their child for being gay? It's awful. And he calls himself a man of god? My sister is gay and she married a lovely woman last year in Toronto; such a beautiful wedding. But our parents, though didn't understand, accepted her regardless and any parent should always unconditionally accept their child for who they are."

"Thank you."

When Quinn's phone rang, she had more or less stopped sobbing but her throat still felt thick and her eyes were still watering. When she answered, she could hear the soft hum of Santana's car and the radio softly playing Santana's soft Spanish music.

"Quinnie? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

The panic in Rachel's voice made Quinn's stomach sink with guilt as she realised how much she had worried her girlfriends.

"I'm fine, Rach, I just… I just need you guys," Quinn sobbed out, her tears filling her eyes faster and light sobs causing her body to tremble lightly. "But I promise, I'm fine. I'll explain when you get here."

"No, Quinn. We're going to get you to my house, get you into bed and safe and in the morning, we can talk."

"Quinn, do you want me to sing to you?"

Rachel whispered softly to Quinn until she hung up upon pulling into the driveway. Ethel let Rachel and Santana in and the second they stepped into the room, Quinn threw herself into their arms and sobbed loudly into Rachel's shoulder while Santana rubbed her back gently.

Rachel, who was very fragile, looked so concerned and so worried that it broke Quinn's heart but Santana looked worried too.

Worried enough that he tough exterior seemed to be blown entirely to pieces. She didn't look stern, angry or guarded. She just appeared worried and concerned

"Come on, Quinn, let's go," Rachel whispered while Santana tried to give Ethel some money which was rejected and shoved back into Santana's hand. The older lady, however, did whisper to Santana to treasure both girls because 'girls like that don't come around often.'

Rachel pulled Quinn into the backseat and laid her head down on her lap. The feeling of Rachel's fingers softly running through her hair was addictive and it slowed her tears. The smell of Rachel was enough to assure her that everything would be okay.

The only thing she wanted was to get to Santana's place so she could curl up between both girls. She wished Brittany was there too but she felt horrible enough for dragging Rachel and Santana out of bed so late at night to pick her up.

She wasn't going to do it to Brittany too.

When they pulled into Santana's house, Rachel pulled Quinn out of the car and gently guided her into the house and up the stairs where she immediately tucked the distraught girl into bed and curled up next to her. After a few minutes, Santana came into the room with three mugs of tea and wrapped her arm around Quinn and began sipping.

"Someone sent my dad a picture of us at the movies. He threw me out."

They said tomorrow but she needed to get it out now. She needed to tell them now.

Santana's face went red with rage.

"Excuse me while I go 'deal' with him."

"No!"

"San!"

"What?"

Quinn frowned at Santana who was positively shaking but she moved the rage from her face as she turned to face Quinn who was curled into Rachel's embrace.

"Let's not worry about him right now, San. Quinn needs us more," Rachel said as she pulled Santana closer until she was settled on the bed.

Quinn nuzzled Santana, sure it would keep her in the bed and away from Russell. When she felt Rachel's gaze on her cheek, she couldn't help but grin at the girl… Until she saw the concern and worry in Rachel's eyes.

"Why is your cheek so red, Quinn?"

Rachel lifted her hand and gently traced what Quinn knew was definitely a red handmark. Santana sat up as though the mattress had burnt her before she gently cupped Quinn's face before turning their girlfriend's face so she could see the mark for herself.

"Well, I said some stuff and he kind of…"

"He hit you! He's never hit you before!" Santana cried out as rage began to fill her; the urge to kill was not only resurfacing but about to boil over… Or it was until Rachel let out an involuntary whimper that sobered her immediately and brought her back to reality.

Rachel's anxiety couldn't handle Santana's rage and Quinn also looked ready to begin sobbing. It was too much for her to stay angry.

Quinn felt ashamed to have reacted like this to Santana's rage… It wasn't even directed at her but between her jumbled emotions, seeing Rachel so anxious and Santana's rage, her brain just didn't know how to emotionally react to everything. It was just too much at once.

Deciding to handle things one at a time, Quinn gently cradled Rachel's head to her chest. Before she knew it, Santana's arms slipped around her and Rachel as she began singing a lullaby Santana always sang when someone was upset. It was such a beautiful lulliby that came from her grandmother. She didn't know what the words meant but she knew Santana's grandmother had sung it to her when she was sick.

It was there in Santana's embrace as she gently spooned Rachel that she fell asleep.

When she woke up some time later, it took her a few minutes to register what had woken her. She was sleeping so restlessly, anyway; she barely felt like she had been asleep at all because her mind was working too frantically to actually relax. She was about to nuzzle back into Rachel's hair when she realised her smallest girlfriend was trembling and sobbing in her sleep.

"Rachel, wake up."

Quinn's whispers took a few seconds but eventually, Rachel began to respond. She stopped trembling as she began groggily twisting her head to locate what was waking her. When she turned to face finally opened her eyes, Quinn placed a soft kiss between her eyes and smiled while Rachel threw her arms around her.

Quinn felt her stomach give a happy jolt at the contact as she kissed the top of Rachel's head.

"Let's go wipe your face," Quinn whispered gently, kissing Rachel's forehead gently so not to wake Santana.

"There are wipes beside the bed… this happens a lot."

Quinn smiled gently smiled, feeling her stomach sink at her girlfriend's apologetic tone; she did not want her to be guilty about having a nightmare. She reached over and took a baby wipe which she used to wipe Rachel's face. Once the tears were gone, she kissed her cheeks and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"Let's go back to sleep, okay?"

"Okay. Quinn? I'm sorry I woke you."

"I was barely asleep. But I think I'm ready to go to a proper sleep now," Quinn sighed, as she felt her eyes begin drooping as she finally began to feel tired enough to rest properly. "Now, let's snuggle back up to San before she wakes up."

Rachel pressed herself back into Santana's arms, pulling Quinn into her own arms. Neither aware that Santana had been awake and watching the entire thing.

"You know, this relationship… it feels… right."

"It does," Quinn agreed, feeling complete now what she had her three girls. Her girls.

"You're going to be alright, Quinn," Rachel sighed.

"I know I will. Because I have you, San and Britt."

"My fathers will let you stay here. They like you," Rachel promised as she felt Santana nuzzle into her hair and wrap her arms tightly around both of them. Quinn chuckled as Santana made a content sigh as she pulled both of her girls as close as she could.

"She's such a softie," Rachel sighed as she started to snuggle down for the night. Quinn watched as Rachel affectionately rubbed her belly and she felt her own urge to kiss Rachel's belly.

Rachel, who had every reason to reject her pregnancy was embracing it. Perhaps she wasn't over the moon about it but she was still handling it so much better than she had.

She looked at Rachel and she thought about her relationship with Beth. She saw Beth on weekends and some evenings because Shelby knew it was important for the little girl to bond with her biological mother.

Quinn was always so grateful for the chance to get to know the small child who looked up to her. And Shelby was honest to Beth and made a point to tell her exactly who Quinn was, even though she was too young to really understand.

It was clear that Beth would one day have questions and they would deal with them as they came up but for now, Quinn was there on her promised days to take Beth to the park, watch movies and play games.

When Beth was sick last month, Quinn still went and watched movies. She held her the entire time and sang to her when she cried, making sure to rub her belly the whole time. That was the day Shelby opened up and really began to trust Quinn because from that day on, she was a lot more relaxed and open to Quinn's presence.

Probably because she had seen Quinn stay there for Beth at her worst, throwing up, cranky and tired.

Recently, Shelby had been expressing her concern over Rachel's presence… or lack thereof. The woman knew something was wrong but she knew Quinn wasn't going to tell her. It wasn't her place to tell Shelby.

But she was going to encourage Rachel to go and talk to the woman because she was getting worried and Beth was starting to miss her. She was asking for her because she knew Rachel was usually there with Quinn when she went over.

Both Beth and Shelby were confused. Beth more so because she wasn't old enough to really understand why Rachel had stopped coming around.

And Quinn knew seeing the small child could be good for Rachel. She decided as she drifted off to sleep for the night that she would bring it up with Rachel in the morning. For now, she just wanted the warmth of her girlfriends and tomorrow, they would fill Britt in on what happened.