WARNING: Use of drug so your warned already...ENJOY :).
Our Love Was Always Forever
Chapter 12 Part 2 - It Consumes You
Quinton opened his eyes and quickly closed them again, trying in vain to calm the spinning feeling that rocked through his body. He slowly opened his eyes again, allowing them to adjust to the light before opening them fully. He looked around room and his eyes fell to the bed beside him. Shit. He looked down at himself and lifted the blanket that covered him from the waist down. Damn it. He was degusted with himself as he looked back at the sleeping body next to him. He vaguely remembered the events of the previous night. He knew he remembered putting on protection, so that was a good thing at least. Finding an alarm on the table, 10:57 AM, shit, he jumped out of the bed and stumbled slightly. He eyes were a little glassy and his head was pounding. He felt sick. He stumbled into his clothes and pulled on his Chucks before heading out the door.
He felt like everything was moving so fast and it was hard to focus because his head hurt so badly. The minute the fresh air hit his face he emptied his stomach all over the sidewalk before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and headed to his car.
"Sweetie, relax, I'm sure he's fine." Russell said, trying to reassure his wife.
"How can I relax when our son didn't come home last night, Russell?" asked the distraught mother, "Anything could have happened to him!"
Russell started to say something but was cut off when his son's apartment door opened. The two parents leaped off the couch and hurried over to the door.
"Oh my god, Quinton," Judy said as she enveloped the boy in her arms, "God, I was so worried about you!" cried the blonde woman, hugging her son close.
"I'm fine mom, I just needed to clear my head." he mumbled as his mom pulled away and sniffed at him.
"Is that alcohol I smell on your breath?" Judy asked, angrily.
"Damn it, Quinton." she said, disappointment written all over her face.
"I'm sorry mom, I-" Quinton started but the old blonde just held up her hand to silence him.
"I can't believe you would do this Quinton. You left your baby here to go out and party? To get drunk, and not come home until the next morning, leaving your father and I here to watch YOUR child and make me worry about you all night?" Judy asked, fuming.
"Mom I-"
"No Quinton, I don't want to hear it. I'll go check on Lizzy while you get a shower, because frankly, you smell like a bar," the Fabray woman said before turning on her heel, "I'm really disappointed in you" she added as she walked away.
Quinton sighed and flopped down on the couch while rubbing his tired eyes. "I think your mother said enough for us both, but I want to tell you something son. I know things are hard right now, but drinking will only make it worse. It's too easy to get carried away and not know when to stop, or not be able to stop for that matter. Just be careful, son. If you need to talk you can come to us, you know that. We're here for whatever you need, okay?" he said patting his shoulder before walking out the room.
The blonde boy nodded, rubbing his head before standing up from the couch and headed upstairs to shower.
Santana caught up with him later that afternoon at the gym. The girl stood behind Quinn's head on the bench press as he pushed the weight bar off his chest. "So, where were you last night?" the Latina asked.
"Out." Quinn answered simply, lifting another rep.
Santana raised a perfect eyebrow, "Out? Out where? Your parents were blowing up Puck and my cells way past midnight because they were worried about your ass."
"Well they don't have to worry anymore, here I am, safe and sound." he said getting up, headed toward the locker room. He really didn't feel like being here anymore.
Santana having no shame followed him right into the men's locker room.
Santana signed her disapproval at the blonde, "Look Q, I understand that you're going through a hard time but-"
"Why do people keep saying that? No one knows what I'm going through, okay, so just stop making it seem like you do! You have no idea how I feel. None of you do." he said, cutting the brunette off as he peeled off his sweaty shirt.
"I know you're hurting, but face it man, you're better off-" Santana started but was cut off again.
"Shut up, Santana." he yelled, causing the Latinas eyes to widen at him.
Quinn dropped his gaze to the floor unable to look at her, "You don't understand, S. I know you didn't like Rachel very much, but don't you ever insinuate that I'm better off without her." he said, his voice practically a whisper.
"How would you feel if one day B just decided to leave you?" he asked, brokenly, "If she decided you weren't good enough for her?" Quinn asked, meeting the Latinas gaze.
"I told Rachel after she had Lizzy that I would put off college and get a job in New York, more than one if I had to, to take care of her and Lizzy while Rachel attended NYADA. I told her I'd work myself to death to take care of them if I had to. I'd do anything for our family. I'd do anything to make her happy. I promised her I'd do my best to help her make her dreams come true." Quinn explained. The Latina just looked at him sadly, listening intently.
"I guess she didn't believe me. How would you feel, Santana, if your BEST wasn't good enough for Britt? How would you feel if the love of your life thought that you weren't good enough, that your family wasn't good enough? You all say you know that I'm hurting, but you guys don't really know. After Britt walks out on you, S, then you can come and talk to me about how you understand how I feel..." Quinn finished before grabbing his things and walking out.
Santana just stood there staring at the empty space where Quinn had stood as a tear rolled down her cheek.
Quinton walked back inside Buzz and smiled as people waved at him on his way toward the bar.
"Hey Ruby" he said, as he greeted the brunette from yesterday.
The girl looked toward the blonde boy and smiled shyly, "Hey Quinton" she answered having been told all about the blonde by her co-worker.
"Is Vi in?" he asked, as Ruby poured a drink for him and handed it to him.
"Yeah, but she's upstairs at the moment, she will probably be down soon" the girl answered before going to serve another customer.
Quinton sat there for a few minutes just sipping of his drink. His dad told him to watch himself and not get to in over his head, and he wasn't, he could handle this.
"Hey handsome, didn't think I'd see you back here again," the blonde turned on his stool as soon as she heard that familiar voice and smiled at the older woman.
"Yeah well, I guess I like this place now." the blonde answered, as Viola walked up to stand between his knees.
"So what can I do for you today?" the woman asked, running a hand up each of his thighs.
"Um I Uh..was wondering if you had any more of those pills you gave me yesterday?" he said, stuttering his words out nervously.
Viola looked around the place then at the young teen in front of her before nodding "I don't have them on me but," she pause before adding "come with me" she gestured for Quinn to follow her as she told Ruby to take over.
The two walked toward the "Staff Only" door they went in last night with Viola leading them down the dark corridor. The woman pushed open a door "Hey Rick, I got someone here that wants some 'Staff'" she said before smiling at Quinton who looked afraid. The older woman pulled him into the room that was fogged by cigarette smoke and gave him a tight smile before leaving, shutting the door behind her.
"Sit down, kid!" said the man seated at the desk, feet propped up on one pulled out drawers. There were at least half a dozen types of drugs lined up on his desks.
"Yes sir" answered the blonde, sitting down quietly.
"Which one?" he asked, the blonde looked confused.
"What?" he asked, only confirming his confusion.
Rick rolls his eyes before he swung his feet off the desk and leaned toward the boy with his hands rested on the table, "Which one do you want, pick." he said, gesturing down to his table.
The blonde looked down at the table before pointing, "This one." he said.
"Good choice" Rick said, before splitting the cocaine line on the desk with a card, "Pay up" he said.
"Uh, I don't have money with me"
"Don't sweat it boy, since it's your first time with me, I'll let it slide, but next time you pay double, understand?"
"Yes"
"Good, now take a hit" he said gesturing down the line up. Quinton bends down and takes the first line before coughing and sneezing as the powder went up his nose.
Rick burst out laughing before patting the boy's back "Slow down dawg, you gotta take it in slow and steady, like this. Observe" he said as he bent down himself and snorted his line smoothly before wiping his nose and sniffing "see? Simple" he grinned, as he nodded for Quinn to do the same.
The blonde repeated the action the man just did and managed to not cough or sneeze. Rick grinned at him "Well done, you're half way there."
Judy looked up from cooking as she heard the front door open and close. She waited a few minutes then Quinton walked in. "Hey baby, I'm making your favorite." she said with a bright smile, happy that her son had listened to what she said this morning and came home early and without a hangover.
"I'm not hungry, a little tired though." he answered as he walked toward the fridge and got a bottle of water and chugged every drop.
Judy stared at her son suspiciously, "you okay?" she asked.
Quinton nodded, "Yeah I just need some sleep," and with that said he walked out the kitchen and upstairs. The blonde walked toward his baby's nursery and smiled at the sleeping baby. He stroked her small tummy making the baby stir, but not wake.
He leaned down on the crib and planted a small kiss to her hair before leaving the room. He walked inside his own room and locked the door behind him.
He reached inside his pocket and pulled out the small bag of white powder. He lined up three lines of cocaine on his desk. He walked over to his stereo and put on some rock music, volume up, before he went back and snorted all three lines. He laid back on his bed with his eyes closed as he let the cocaine do it's thing, making him numb and taking all his painful memories away.
Judy frowned at the muffled music coming from upstairs. She was annoyed at the boy for not even thinking of Lizzy. She walked up to his room and knocked, "Quinton turn down that loud music, you'll wake Lizzy up!" she said through the door.
"Quinton!" she said a little louder, "It's rude to ignore people, son." she said before walking off.
-One Week Later-
It had been a week since Quinton had gone to Buzz and met Viola and Rick. Quinn had been using the money that Russell gave him to pay Rick for his drugs. His family was concern about him, but he kept on reassuring them that he was fine. Judy saw how her son was distracted lately she mostly took Lizzy home with her. She had no clue Quinton spent most of his time at Buzz.
Quinn got out of his car, walked inside Buzz and straight up to Rick's office.
"Ah Quinton, just who I wanted to see. Sit down." he directed as he finished up his business with another client. "So, boy, got my money?" Rick asked.
Quinton immediately became nervous, "Uh, n-no, sorry man, but I'll get you your money soon," he said and Rick sighed. "I was just wondering if you'd give me another small advance?" he said, wiping at his nose.
Rick tutted his lips at him, "No can do, you already own me enough money Quinn. We're done until you pay me my two grand back. Ya got me?" he asked.
Quinn's eyes became desperate "Please man, I'm begging you here, I need it." he said, on the verge of a break down.
"Kid, this is a business, we aren't friends. You pay me my money and you pay me soon or things will get rough," he answered "I've done a lot worse things to people for a whole lot less." he said, reaching into the top drawer of the desk.
Quinton sighed, he was already feeling the withdrawals coming on.
"Listen up, punk, you have until tomorrow night to get me my money or else that pretty boy face of yours ain't gonna be so pretty anymore" Rick said, as he placed a sleek black 9mm on his desk. "Ya feel me? I want my money so you best get it to me."
Quinn stared at the gun for a second before nodding and leaving the room in a hurry.
He walked out Buzz and straight in his car. He needed to get that $2,000 as soon as possible. Fuck, where could he get that amount of cash that fast? He thought of different ways he could get money. He could steal it somehow, but then he might end up in jail. He couldn't ask his parents. They couldn't know about this. He could borrow the money from his dads safe until he made enough to pay it back. No, that wouldn't work either.
"I'm worried about him Russell, he hasn't been acting like himself lately" Judy said, as the group walked inside the dark apartment.
Russell Fabray sighed, as much as he wanted to assure his wife, he couldn't. He too was worry about Quinn, it's not like him to act his way at all. He had been asking for money constantly and had been acting shady in general.
"Don't worry Mrs. F, we'll find out what it is and help him as much as we can." Santana said, smiling gently at the worried mother.
"Rach's birthday was yesterday. Maybe he's just really down." Puck stated. The rest of the group sighed and nodded. Of course they knew. Quinn had been planning her party for months before all this had went down.
"Okay, come on people, we've got to think of a way to help Quinn." Russell said, as Judy placed Lizzy's car seat by the couch.
After an hour of sitting around talking with the Fabray's Santana had went upstairs to the bathroom. After the Latina had finished her business she started fixing her makeup in the mirror. After a few minutes of admiring herself she looked down and noticed a piece of straw that was tucked behind the faucet. She picked it up and that's when she noticed a slight powdery substance stuck to the end of the straw. No, Q, no...
She quickly turned and went to Quinn's room only to find the door locked. She reached up and pulled a pin out of her hair and easily unlocked the door. "Come on San, if you were a dumb blonde and just got your ass dumped by your hobbit of a girlfriend, where will you hide things?" the Latina wondered aloud as she walked around the room. She sighed as she sat on the edge of the bed, that's when she heard it. She kneeled down beside the bed and stuck her hand under the mattress and pulled out the small paper sack and dumped its contents. Fuck!
"Guys!" she shouted loudly, causing the three people downstairs to rush into the room.
"What is that?" Judy asked, confusion written across her features as she bounced and patted Lizzy's small back trying to get her to burp.
"What are you guys doing in my room?" the four people heard from behind them. When they turned around toward the voice they were met with the sight of a nervous, sweaty looking Quinn.
"You're doing drugs?" Russell asked, half yelling. Judy gasped, a painful "no" was barely audible. Russell took in the state of his son who was slightly shaking from his withdraws.
"I-, Mom-" Quinn said, looking at the most important people in his life. He felt cold and was shaking, everything felt and looked weird, "I don't feel so well" he let out in a shaking voice. Before his dad or Puck could even attempt to catch him his eyes rolled back before he passed out on the floor.
"Quinton!" was the last thing he heard before darkness overtook him.
TBC
