Rachel entered the house. Driving alone was a bad idea. All she could do was work herself up into rage at her father. Hiram was always keeping secrets, always hiding something from them, and she wouldn't be surprised if he kept his relationship with Chase a secret. She slammed the door and made sure to cause as much noise as possible. LJ and Tori had already gone in before her, and they were rightfully keeping quiet. The more noise she made, Hiram made his appearance with Leroy hot on his heels. Though only one had a furious look in his eyes.

"Who the hell do you think you are coming into my house making all this noise? It's almost midnight!" Hiram exclaimed.

"When was the last time you spoke with Uncle Chase?" Rachel asked.

Hiram's eyes never lost that fury.

"Rachel, what are you talking about?" Leroy asked.

She ignored her Daddy for the time being and stared directly at Hiram.

"You talk to him, don't you?" she demanded.

Hiram scowled and clenched his fists a few times by his side, but Rachel could see he was biding his time. She knew both of her fathers very well. She knew when they were lying, when they were hiding something, and when they were genuinely confused about what she was talking about. Hiram's tell was his hands, it was always his hands, and when he clenched his fists like that repeatedly, Rachel knew he was about to try and cover his tracks.

"I don't see why you're concerned about my relationship with my brother," he huffed.

Leroy looked at his husband. "You still talk to him?" he asked softly. "After what I told you?"

"You knew what happened with him?" Rachel asked. "What he did to Daddy?"

"I spoke to Chase about it. He promised to leave us alone," Hiram said.

Rachel lost it.

"HE COULD HAVE KILLED HIM!" she screamed.

Hiram stepped forward and put his finger in her face. "Now you hold on just one minute. You will watch the way you speak to me. I am YOUR father! And you will treat me as such!"

"You are nothing more than a sperm donor," she hissed.

Hiram glared at her, his face red. "You better watch it," he growled.

Rachel would normally back down but she was tired and not in the mood for the games. She got in his face the best she could and said, "I don't want too, Dad. So how about you just tell me why you're talking to Uncle Chase even though he tried to kill your husband. Lie to me, and I'll make your life a living hell."

A beat.

"It already is living here with you! I wish I had never agreed to take you from Shelby!" Hiram yelled.

The type of silence that followed meant that Rachel heard LJ and Tori gasp in shock. Leroy's face fell, and the entire family stayed still as Hiram and Rachel had their stare-off. Rachel swallowed the truth of that statement and shook her head.

"You know what? Forget it. I don't have the energy to fight you. Not anymore. I'm done."

"The feeling is mutual," he hissed back.

"Hiram!" Her Daddy finally found his voice and grabbed his husband by the arm. "She's your daughter, our daughter. We need to take some time and- and figure this out as a family. You can't-

"Yes. I. Can," Hiram snapped. He yanked his arm away and added, "She's an adult. If she wants to act like this, then fine. Let her. And if you want to keep babying her, then by all means, go right ahead."

"It's not called babying her. It's called being her father!"

Rachel watched them fight with tears in her eyes. She knew it was coming, but seeing it happen made it hurt even more.

"You are no more her father than I am!" Hiram shouted.

Leroy flinched back as if he'd been slapped. "W-what?" he whispered. "Why would you say that to me? After everything we've been through, you-

"Don't you get it, yet? I don't care anymore, Leroy. I don't care! I stopped caring a long time ago! This was a mistake, playing house with you is and has always been my second biggest regret. We should have never gotten married or had a family. I was better off on my own."

"You are the one who pursued me! How can you say this was a mistake when it was all your idea?"

Hiram brushed off the question and said, "That doesn't change anything. I'm tired. I'm tired of being here, of being your husband, and I'm sure as hell tired of being the father to this ungrateful, spoiled, psychopath of a girl."

Rachel ignored the dig at her. All she cared about was the beginning of that statement. She cried openly as her Daddy put his hand over his heart.

"A-are you saying you want a divorce?"

Hiram finally showed an emotion other than anger as his shoulders deflated and he rubbed his face. "Yes, Leroy. I want a divorce," he said. "And once I get my finances in order, you can have her in the settlement."

Rachel said nothing as Hiram brushed past her. She stood stock still as she listened for the car engine in the garage. She listened for it all the way down the street until there was nothing but silence.

"Rae?"

She blinked and looked at LJ. For a moment, all was steady, until she was falling. She barely registered LJ catching her before she hit the ground. Rachel cried into his arms, more than she ever did while Leroy sat down on the couch. Tori held their father while LJ held her. Rachel's pain spread through her body. She released the hurt she'd been carrying for years, and it all collected in one place. Reaching up, Rachel grabbed at her chest and sobbed harder.

Santana closed the door to her bedroom. Puck went back to Emma's, something about not being ready to go home. She didn't ask him about it, but she told him to keep an eye on Quinn while he was there. Santana flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling. A faded poster of Aerosmith looked down on her, and she heard the front door open and close. She sighed and reached over to her phone, scrolling through the songs before she picked one that would annoy her father enough that he would hopefully walk past and leave her alone. He was never too interested in her love life, so she picked one that was something she planned on singing to her girls at some point.

Santana cringed slightly. She had to stop calling Rachel her girl. She hadn't even asked her out on a date yet. Pressing play, Santana sighed as Aerosmith filled the room, and she started to finally relax.

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing

Watch you smile while you are sleeping

While you're far away and dreaming

I could spend my life in this sweet surrender

I could stay lost in this moment forever

Ooh, every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure

Santana heard her father's footsteps pause outside of her room.

Don't want to close my eyes

I don't want to fall asleep

'Cause I'd miss you, babe

And I don't want to miss a thing

'Cause even when I dream of you

The sweetest dream will never do

I'd still miss you, babe

And I don't want to miss a thing

The silhouette of his shoes vanished after a while and Santana rolled her eyes, tears pooling in the corner. As much as she didn't want him to come in, she hoped he would break tradition if only just to see if she was okay. Shaking her head, Santana put her arms under her head and let her music play for the rest of the night.

Halfway through the next song, there was a sudden, dull pain in her chest, but she couldn't place it. She shrugged it off, thinking the food she had earlier was coming back to haunt her. Santana closed her eyes and fell asleep, still lightly rubbing the space over her heart.

Quinn curled up in her bed with Puck beside her. He had his arms wrapped around her and was rocking her side to side. He was the only guy who could get away with it, and he knew that. Quinn's thumb found its way into her mouth and Puck chuckled, his chest shaking with the action.

"You still do that?" he murmured.

"Yeah," she said around her thumb.

"Does Santana know?"

Quinn rolled her eyes. "I've been sleeping with her for months now."

"I'm just saying. She hasn't tried to break you of it?"

"No. She thinks it's cute. Plus, she has some embarrassing things she does at night, so we've agreed just to let each other have our guilty pleasures."

"You talking about the feet thing?" he asked.

"Why am I not surprised you know about that?"

They shared a laugh before falling back into silence again. Just as Quinn was starting to fall asleep, a dull pain shot through her heart and she hissed. Puck jerked and looked down at her.

"Q? You good?" he asked sleepily.

"Yeah, sorry. My heart hurts a little and I don't know why," she sighed.

"How often do you get it?"

"Not often, actually. It just feels like… I have no idea. Maybe it's just heartburn."

Puck grunted and shifted down, adjusting his grip on her. "Maybe. If it keeps happening, I'll go and get you something," he said, half-awake.

Quinn smiled and kissed his cheek before she went back to lying on his chest. The two fell back asleep, but Quinn still felt the pain in her chest. She ignored it for the time being and went to sleep, Aerosmith's I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing playing in the back of her mind.