Our Love Was Always Forever
WARNING: This chapter contains the use of drug and sexual themes, so you are warn. All right, enjoy the first part of this chapter :).
Chapter 12 Part 1- The Darkness Around Us
-Five Years Ago-
Quinton looked out his apartment window into the darkness silently praying to be able to get some sleep soon. It was already 11:30PM and Lizzy was still crying. He tried everything he could think of to get his baby to stop crying, but nothing was working. He felt like a terrible father because he couldn't figure out how to soothe his little angel. She had stopped crying earlier, but as soon as he placed her down into her crib she let out a heart wrenching wail and has been at it since.
"I don't know what's wrong, honey. Daddy doesn't know what you want him to do" Quinn cooed, "Shhh, Lizzy, don't cry sweetie." He repeating over and over, trying to soothe her once again. Damnit, Rachel. I need you here with me. WE need you.
Quinn grabbed his cell phone and called the one person he knew he could rely on.
Judy Fabray groaned at the shrill ringing of the phone that was on the nightstand on her side of the bed.
"Honey, please answer that for heaven's sake." Russell grumbled, and turned away from the sound and buried his head under his pillow.
Judy glanced at the clock before reaching for the phone.12AM.Who in the world would be calling at this hour? "Hello?" she coughed out, clearing her throat.
"Mom?" she heard, coming through the receiver.
"Quinton?" she asked, alarmed.
"Mom," Quinn said franticly, "she won't stop crying and I've done every-"
"Sweetie, calm down, what's going on?" the woman asked, as she swung her legs off the bed.
Russell Fabray popped his head up at the worry her in his wife's voice. "What's going on?" Judy held her hand up to silence him as she listened to their son.
"She just won't stop crying, like she's to the point of turning red, Mom. I-I don't know what to do. I can't do this without Rachel, Mom. I need her here with me, but she- "
"I know sweetie." Judy said cutting him off, "Just sit tight and I'll be right there." she said as she pulled on her jacket she got from the closet.
"Okay." the young man whispered
"Love you, Quinton."
"Love you too, Mom" Judy heard before hanging up.
"What's going on?" Russell asked his wife, as he got up from the bed.
"It's Lizzy. She's having another crying fit and poor Quinn is so frazzled he doesn't know what to do." Judy explained, "He sounded on the verge of tears himself. I swear if I ever get my hands on that little harlot, ugh!"
To say that Judy was shocked and angry when Rachel walked out was an understatement. Judy had always liked Rachel and thought she had a really good head on her shoulders. She was ambitious and had a plan way before Quinton and other kids their age even started to consider what they wanted to do with their lives. Judy thought that Rachel was the perfect motivation that Quinn needed to start planning for his future. When they went from being friends to, well…more, Rachel filled the role of motivator nicely. She always encouraged Quinn to strive to do better.
From the first time Russell and Judy had met Rachel it didn't take long for them to realize that Rachel would tell anyone who would listen about her Broadway dreams. Sometimes she blabbed about Broadway even if it were obvious that people weren't listening to the longwinded brunette. The girl had a drive like none she had ever seen.
From the beginning it was undeniable that her son had deeply fallen for the girl. She was happy that her son was happy, and Rachel was the perfect girlfriend from what she could see. About a year after Rachel was introduced officially as Quinn's girlfriend, Quinn had confided to Judy about his plans for college. He told her that he wanted to go to New York to get a degree in design. He was also hopeful about a football scholarship to NYU, but he told her that more than anything he just wanted to be with Rachel. She knew then that Rachel would be a permanent fixture in their lives, but back then she really had no idea…
When they came to Judy one night in tears explaining that they needed to talk to her and Russell, she had a bad feeling about the bomb that was about to be dropped. After discovering that her gut feeling was correct she and her husband told Quinton and Rachel that they would be there for them for whatever they may need. They also said that as young adults with a baby on the way, it was their job as parents to work hard and provide everything they could for their child. Maybe that's where she went wrong, thinking that two kids could handle so much responsibility. Shortly before giving birth Rachel had gotten her acceptance letter to NYADA. That's when things had started to get rough for the young couple. Judy was still hazey about all the details, but from what she gathered from Quinn, Rachel basically blamed him for her being robbed of her dreams. Things only got progressively worse after Lizzy was born, and stayed that way pretty much until Rachel walked out. Her poor Quinn was devastated.
"I'm going to go over there and see what I can do." She said leaning down to kiss her husband goodbye, "You just stay here and get some rest, honey. Love you."
"Love you too" he mumbled, as he watched his wife leave before he got back under the warm covers and fell back to sleep.
When Judy finally made it to Quinn's apartment she could hear the sounds of Lizzy crying before he even open the door, "Hey, Mom" he said, thankful she was there.
"Oh dear, hand her to me, honey." Judy said, reaching her arms toward Quinn. The blonde boy sighed as he handed the crying baby to Judy. "Oh, it's ok sweet baby, Grandma's got you." Judy cooed, bouncing the baby in her arms.
Quinn yawned and rubbed his red eyes to try get rid of his sleepiness.
Judy turned toward her son and looked at him with a sad smile, "Go to bed, honey." she stated, as she walked toward the living room with Lizzy. The baby seemed to be quieting down and was hiccupping from all the crying.
"What about Lizzy?" he asked, looking sadly at his baby girl.
"Oh please, Quinton, this isn't my first rodeo. You go to bed, and try to get some sleep," she said smiling at him, "you have school early tomorrow. Lizzy will be fine with Grandma. Isn't that right?" Judy cooed, rocking the quiet baby.
Quinton looked at them with sad eyes. She must have just needed a woman's touch. God,he missed Rachel.
"Okay," he agreed, with a defeated voice, "Thanks mom." He kissed his mum's cheek before doing the same to Lizzy and heading upstairs to his room.
Quinton stirred awake a few hours later, his eyes popped open and he was slightly worried by the silence that enveloped the apartment. It was never this quiet.
The boy got out bed and stretched his muscles, ruffleing his shaggy bed head before walking out his bedroom toward Lizzy's nursery. When he walked in he saw the small baby sleeping soundly. He smiled at how cute she looked with her small little thumb tucked inside her mouth as she sucked on it while she slept. Lizzy was adorable. Her eyes were starting to turn more hazel and she had his nose, but everything else was all Rachel. His heart longed for his baby's mother. He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her soft hair before leaving and going straight to the bathroom.
After taking a quick shower and getting ready for school he walked down to his kitchen where he found Judy making them some breakfast.
"Good morning, dear." Judy said, when she saw her son walk in, "Sleep well?" she questioned, as she placed his plate full of food in front of him at the table.
"Morning Mom, I slept fine. I hope Lizzy wasn't too much trouble?" he said, as he dug into his eggs.
"Of course not, honey. She wasn't any trouble at all. If I can handle three of Charlie's half grown kids, then I can handle a four month old. Trust me" the blonde woman said, smiling at her son, "now eat up, you have school soon."
After he finished his breakfast and gathered his things and set off for William McKinley. For once he was actually early, so he took his time walking to his locker. He spun his combination on his lock and opened the door. He was greeted by the picture collage that Rachel had made him a few months ago. She hung it up on the inside of his locker door right above their Kitten Calendar. He stared longingly at the snapshots that held the bittersweet sight of himself, his love, and their daughter. He sighed and looked at a picture of Rachel and himself from over a year ago. He was lounging on a huge leopard print lovesac at Santana's with Rachel lying against the length on his body. He had his arms wrapped around her and Rachel was smiling her 1000 watt smile at the camera, clearly having been laughing hysterically. They were so in love. Another was a picture of them at a school dance. Rachel had looked so beautiful that night in her pink dress. There was another picture just of Rachel, her long locks splayed across his pillow. The number on the front of his football jersey was barely noticeable. Only he and Rachel knew the significance of this particular photo. Only they knew that the football jersey she had on was the only thing Rachel was wearing at the time. This picture was taken on a Friday night after their first time together. It was one of the best nights of his life, second only to the day Lizzy was born. The last picture was of the three of them. They were sitting on Rachel's hospital bed as Rachel cradled Lizzy to her, as Quinton looked down fondly over Rachel's shoulder. Nestled in the middle of the collage was 'Q&R4ever'. Fighting back the ache in his chest and the sting in his eyes, he forced himself to not cry. He closed his eyes tight, trying to keep his anger at bay. Forever? Yeah right.
"Argh!" he yelled, frustrated, slamming his locker shut.
"Whoa, easy there Tarzan" Puck joked, as he walked up to his best friend.
Quinton glared at the other boy, "Fuck off, Puck!" he said before he walked away.
The Mohawked boy stared at his best bud in confusion, "What's up with you man? You rarely ever cuss me out this early in the morning. Something up?" he asked, as he tried to keep up with the blonde.
"Just leave me alone, Puckerman" he said, irritation evident in his voice.
"Dude, I'll leave you alone after you tell me what's got your panties in a twist. Maybe, I'll leave you alone then, haven't decided yet." he said, as he grabbed Quinn's arm to stop him completely, "Seriously man, what's wrong?" he asked, his sincerity showing through.
Quinton sighed, as he rubbed his itchy chin. His facial hair was growing back out since he hadn't been shaving. "I don't know, man. I just feel like shit. The girl of my dreams left me with a baby to raise, alone, to go follow her dreams that are obviously more important than our family. I jus-" he paused and sighed, "I don't know if I should punch something or cry. Poor Lizzy barely sleeps at night which means no sleep for me either. My grades are suffering. I'm losing my focus on the football field. Graduation is right around the corner and I just-" he paused again.
Puck reached his hand out and patted his best friend on the shoulder, "I'm here for you, man. Don't think you have to do this alone. If you need a babysitter, I'm there, anything you need, Bro. Brothers stick together, got it? Plus, your kid kinda loves me." Puck said, seriously.
Quinn chuckled, but nods "Got it, dude" he said and Puck smiled at him.
"Now get over here and give me some sugar." Puck said, as he hugged Quinton, pursing his lips out and batting his eyelashes ridiculously at the blonde boy. Quinton punches him playful in the arm and the two laughed. "Come on, let's get to class." Puck announced, before they headed off toward Chemistry.
That afternoon things were in full swing out at the football field. Sue Sylvester was shouting something about "sloppy babies" through her megaphone as she conducted one of her suicidal practices. Across the football field the Titans were in the middle of an intense scrimmage.
Quinton and Finn were opposing quarterbacks. Quinn had the more accurate throwing arm, but they were only up by one touchdown. Tempers were getting pretty heated as they neared the endzone.
Quinton stood back behind his center getting ready to receive the ball. He called the play for a pass route to Puck that would give them a nice lead as long as Puck caught it. He called for the hike and dropped back 5 steps before throwing the ball down field to Puck who was wide open. The pass was delivered perfectly and Puck was in the endzone seconds later. Quinton jumped up and down in celebration and then was tackled hard from behind by Karofsky. Quinton immediately jumped up and got in Dave's face, calling him out on his cheap shot.
Dave was having none of it. He pushed Quinn back out of his face and threw the first punch. A few punches were thrown before Azimo jumped in the fight and got Quinn once in the face before Puck, Finn, Mike, and Artie finally made it over to them to break them apart.
Across the field the noise of the fight caught the Head Cheerio's attention who quickly tore out across the field, ignoring Sue's yells to get her fake tatas back over there, and launched herself into the fight as well.
Before anyone could even react to the Latinas sudden appearance she had already kneed Karofsky and Amizo in the groin, who were both currently on their knees clutching themselves.
"Fabray, Puckerman, Korasky, and Amizo get your butts to my office now!" Coach Beiste yelled, "The rest of you hit the showers. Ms. Lopez, get back over there before Sue blows a gasket!" she added, before heading to her office.
"You guys okay?" Santana asked, as Dave and Azimo followed after Coach Beiste.
"Yeah we're okay S, thanks." Puck said, winching from his split lip.
"Don't mention it. You know I gots your back. Q, you good?" Santana checked.
"I'm fine." the blonde grumbled as his squinted, touching the already forming bruise under his eye. "We better go before Coach yells at us again." he said before Santana bid them good-luck before running back to her own practice.
"And just what in samhill was goin on out there guys? You guys are a team, you're supposed to work together as a unit, not causing fights at my practices!" yelled Coach Beiste.
"It's wasn't my fault!" Dave yelled, placing an ice pack on his face, "He attacked me because he's just pissed his slut of a girlfriend left him."
"Shut the fuck up, Dave! I didn't attack you. You hit me with a cheap shot after we scored because you're a sore loser and were mad about it." Quinn said, as he glared at the boy.
"All right!" shouts Coach Beiste , "I've heard enough. Dave you're suspended for two days and Quinton until further notice! Get yourself together, son. I can't have you falling apart out there on my field."
"What! You can't do that!" both Puck and Quinton exclaimed as they jumped up out of their seat.
"I can and I will. This is my team, I run it how I see fit and you're not playing ball until I say so." she stated calmly, sitting down in her chair.
"Everybody out, except Q, you stay." Beiste said.
Quinn was fuming. Football was the only distraction he had to keep him from losing his mind. Now it was getting taken away from him too.
"I don't want to do this, Quinton, but I think it might be for the best for a little while. I know you're going through a hard time right now, Son, I know that. I understand that you have a lot going on, so I want you to take some time off from football and take care of the important things, yourself and that darlin little girl of yours. You've been distracted since everything happened. Honestly, Q, you really aren't any use to me out there if you aren't performing at your best or if you get yourself injured because you aren't focused." Coach Beiste explained.
Quinton looked down at the floor defeated. What else in myl ife could go wrong?
"I want you to get it together, Son, then come back out here and help us win State. I don't know if your plans for college are still the same, they probably aren't, but we'll figure it out after you're ready to get back out there. Just go take care of your business first. Okay, bud?" Beiste asked.
Quinn nodded before he walked out of her office, his shoulders slumped. As if he needed more reminders that his life was shit right now. He just wanted to forget it all.
When he got into the locker room Puck was already dressed, "Hey man, you okay?" he asked concerned.
"I'm fine, Puck. I just need to be alone for a few. Beiste said I need to get my act together and then I can come back. I'm outa here. I'll call you later or something." he said, picking up his gym bag up from the bench.
"You're still coming to my party tomorrow night, right?" he asked, as he started packing his own bag.
"Maybe, I dunno, see you later man." Quinn said before he left.
Puck sighed, sending a quick text and grabbing his bag before heading out.
Quinton stopped his car and looked around at the building across the street. He didn't even know how he ended up here to be honest. He and Puck used to hear rumors about this place quite often. It wasn't exactly in a good part of town, but he didn't care at the moment. He knew they wouldn't ask for any ID and right now he needed a drink. He just wanted to forget about his problems, even if it was just for a little while. Heneededthis.
He looked across the street again stared at the neon sign. "Buzz" was glaring back at him. Beckoning him to come in and leave his problems at the door, so that's what he did. After carefully crossing the street and entering the bar the double doors slammed shut behind him causing some of the bar patrons to look over at him. He smiled nervously as he walked on toward the bar and sat down on a stool.
"Drink?" asked the beautiful red headed bartender.
Quinton looked up and nodded at the older woman.
The red head tilted her head to the side before offering, "beer?"
Quinn shook his head, "got anything stronger?"
The red head nodded, "Here, this should help with whatever it is that's bothering you." she said handing him the drink.
Quinton smiled in thanks before taking a sip and coughing as the liquid burned his throat.
"Easy there tiger, if I knew you were a rookie I wouldn't have made it so strong." she said as Quinton's coughing fit calmed down, "I'm Viola by the way. What's your name, handsome?" she asked with a flirtatious smile.
"Quinton" he mumbled as he took a sip of his drink, already getting used to the strong taste and smell.
"So, what's wrong, girl trouble?" Viola asked.
"You got that right."
"What did she do, cheat on you?"
Quinn snorted a laugh. Rachel had never cheated on him, she wasn't the cheating type. "No, that may have hurt less though. She left me. She left me with our baby girl to go to New York.." he answered, downing all of his drink.
"Ouch, sorry to hear that handsome, but you know what might help? Alcohol, alcohol and good company, always the best way to forget things," said the older woman as she leaned closer to Quinn, who agreed with a nod, "and if that doesn't work. I know other ways to make you forget." she whispered, her lips grazing the shell of his ear.
Quinn raised his eyebrow questionably, "And what is that exactly, because believe me, I want to forget. I need to forget, at least for a little while." he stated.
The red head grinned, "Hey Ruby, take my shift please, I just need to show this young man a little something." she said, as a brown eyed brunette walked up to take her place behind the bar.
Quinton looked up at the new comer, images of his own brown eyed brunette flashed in his mind. Shaking his head furiously to rid himself the images, he followed behind the red head thru the "Staff Only" door. He quickly found himself caught between the wall and the red head.
"What are you-" his words were cut short as he felt a pair of soft lips on his, "What are you doing?" he asked, mortified. Part of him didn't want this at all. He felt like he was cheating on Rachel. She still had his heart completely.
"Helping you forget." Viola said, before attacking the younger boy's lips again.
Quinton wanted to pull away, he did, but then he thought of all the hurt he was feeling and how empty his heart felt. He just wanted to fill the gaping holes in his chest, forget about Rachel for just a little while, so he kissed her back. As the kiss got more heated Viola tugged on Quinn's belt, rubbing his hard on through his jeans causing him to moan into her mouth.
The older woman pulled away and Quinn watched her with lust filled eyes as her hand travelled downward toward her breasts before she pulled out a tiny plastic bag with a small white pill inside of it.
"Take this." she said, bringing it toward Quinn's mouth.
"What is it?" He asked, almost not caring.
"Don't worry, it's not poison or anything, just a little something to help you loosen up. It's strong so you only need half." she said as she brought it to his lips again.
"Chew." The red head commanded before her tongue slipped into Quinton's eager mouth as they shared the crushed pill between them. The sweet taste of her mouth dulling the bitter taste of the pill.
"Fuck me, Quinton." the older woman whispered into the young blonde's ear before nibbling on his earlobe.
Quinn may not have been in the right state of mind, but he still wasn't stupid. He reached into his wallet and grabbed a condom before slipping it on.
"Wow." The red head gasped, as she took in the sight of Quinn's length.
The blond smirked and growled before switching their positions and hoisting her up against the wall wrapping her legs around his waist, pushing up her skirt, and slamming into her wet entrance all in one swift motion. They kissed against the wall as he pounded into her, the side effects of the pill kicking in.
TBC
