Hey everyone. Sorry for the delay. And this is the chapter you've all been waiting for. So I hope you like it. And looks like it's gonna be a Pezberry story. Anyways, enjoy.
The next morning Santana was at Quinn's house with Brittany in the front seat of her SUV.
"Hey," Quinn said getting in the back behind Brittany. "Brittany is there glee today?"
"Yea I think so," the blonde replied.
"Ok here's what we'll do. We'll keep an eye on her throughout the day. When school ends you'll keep an eye on Rachel in glee. I'll be outside the school, and Santana will be in her car. Follow Rachel, but keep your distance. Then send Santana and me a text telling us where she is. Then we'll take it from there. Got it?" Quinn informed the cheerios.
"Got it," they replied in unison.
Throughout the day the three kept their distance from Rachel but kept an eye on her. They did hand offs, texting the other two letting them know where she was. It was finally the end of the day, glee club ended and Rachel was last to leave the room. Brittany did as she was told. She left with the rest of the glee club to not look suspicious. She saw Rachel go the opposite direction towards the auditorium. Brittany sent a message to Quinn.
Shortly later Quinn met Brittany outside the auditorium. "Hey, Santana is in her car. You go out there, I'll keep an eye on Rachel," Quinn told her friend.
Brittany nodded and ran out of the school. Quinn made her way to the balcony like the day before. She watched the brunette take to the stage, but she didn't sing. She pulled out a book and read. Quinn sat down too, and watched her through the wires, trying to stay awake. After a while one of the doors to the auditorium opened, and in came the janitorial staff. Rachel quickly shoved her book in her bag and ran out before she was yelled at again.
Quinn jumped too and made her way out of the auditorium, but again the hallway was empty. She called Santana.
"Hey," Santana said after a few rings. "She just came out of the main entrance. Britt and I are following. But get your ass out here."
Quinn hung up and ran towards the door. She didn't see Rachel on the school grounds. Quinn called Santana again, "San which way did she go, she's like Houdini."
"She ran out of the school and made a right. She's making a lot of turns, and she's showing no signs of slowing down. I have no idea where she is going. Stay on the line so you know where she is."
Quinn followed Santana's instructions, because she couldn't seem to catch up.
"Hold on," Santana said into Quinn's ear.
Santana and Brittany watch Rachel turn into the park through a side path. They couldn't continue to follow in the car. "She went into the park," San said into the phone. "I'll follow her on foot. I'm entrusting you with my car Quinn." Santana hung up and turned to Brittany.
"Why don't I go?" Brittany offered overhearing Santana on the phone
"You are very smart Britt, but we both know geography is not your strong suit," Santana pointed out.
"There are just so many types of graphs, bar, pie, line," Brittany countered. "But what do graphs have to do with where Rachel is going?"
Santana just looked at Brittany for a minute before responding. "We can't risk you getting lost in the park. It's gonna be getting dark soon." Santana reached for Brittany's hand. "This is for Rachel."
"Ok," Brittany said in a small voice.
Santana gave Brittany's hand a reassuring squeeze before exiting her car. Santana followed the small brunette into the park. It was pretty much open, so Santana hid behind a tree so she could see Rachel. She had a view of her and all the exits.
Santana watched Rachel walk over to the picnic tables and pull out a book. She sat there and read until it was too dark to see the pages. Rachel looked up at the dark sky and took a deep breath, seeing it come out of her mouth from the cold. She didn't want to go home, and wished for an alternative, but knew it was time to face the music.
Rachel quickly wiped her eyes and slowly stood up and made her way out of the park. Santana continued to watch the small girl, and the exit she went out of. She took out her phone and dialed Quinn.
"Hey, she went out the west entrance," Santana told the other girl.
"Ok, keep up with the directions San. Britt and I are coming around in your nice and toasty car," Quinn couldn't resist teasing Santana.
"It's only because your fat ass couldn't keep up," Santana countered.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Which way did she go out of the park?" Quinn asked.
"Left," Santana replied.
A few more turns, and about thirty minutes later Rachel stood at the driveway of her house. She was looking at the house with fear in her heart. She saw the living room light was on. She saw the glow of the television through the curtains. Which meant he was awake, and given the time probably drunk. Rachel took another deep breath and walked up the driveway.
Quinn and Brittany finally caught up, and were a few houses away. Quinn cut off the engine and watched Rachel. After a few minutes the back door opened and Santana got in. She blew on her hands warming them up.
"Damn it's cold out there. What's she doing?" Santana watched Rachel stand at the end of the driveway.
"I don't know," Quinn replied.
They watched Rachel slowly walk up the driveway, and then stand at her front door. She stood there for a second, taking one more deep breath before finally entering the house. The girls got out of Santana's car and walked to Rachel's house. Once they reached the driveway they heard a male voice yelling.
The girls ran the rest of the way up the driveway and ducked underneath the living room window. They were able to make out the male voice. "You were his look out weren't you? You know exactly where your father is and with who. You're a liar."
"No Daddy. I was at school. You know how ambitious I can be," Rachel countered.
Santana poked her head up to see the two. Quinn and Brittany followed suit and they all saw a balding man with thick rim glasses smack Rachel across the face. They heard the sound his hand making contact with Rachel's face.
"That son of a bitch," Santana said jumping up, running to the door.
"Wait San," Quinn said following the Latina.
She gasped the doorknob, but Quinn grasped her hand and pulled it a way.
"What, we can't just stand out here and do nothing," Santana nearly shouted. They heard the sound of Hiram's hand making contact with Rachel's face again, followed by more yelling.
"We need to have a plan San. We can't just go barging in," Quinn reasoned. "We should call the police."
They heard another hit on Rachel's fragile body. It sounded a little more muffled, followed by the sound of Rachel grasping for breath.
"We don't have time. He'll hear the sirens and by the time they get here she'll be dead. I'm going in, with or without you. I'm gonna go Lima heights on his ass," Santana pointed out.
The Latina pulled her hand out of Quinn's grasp and reached for the door knob. She gave it a turn holding her breath hoping it was unlocked. The girls caught a break; looked like Rachel forgot to lock the door behind her. Santana pushed through the door with Quinn and Brittany on her heals.
Santana grabbed Hiram pulling him away from Rachel, throwing him onto the floor. Brittany went to Rachel's aid. She lightly grasped Rachel's shoulders; Rachel curled up more in a ball protecting herself.
"Rachel it's ok. It's Brittany," the blonde said in a soft voice.
Rachel finally looked up seeing the kind face of the ditzy blond. Rachel heard shouting but it wasn't her father's voice, and it was in Spanish. Rachel looked over and saw her father on the floor with Santana yelling at him in Spanish and making sure he stayed on the floor by kicking him.
"Santana?" Rachel asked.
The Latina stopped kicking Rachel's dad, and took a step away. She turned and looked at Rachel. "Go upstairs and pack," she turned her attention to Brittany. "Go help her, no matter what." Santana emphasized.
Brittany nodded and helped Rachel to her feet. As they turned to go up the stairs they heard a thud, they turned and saw Hiram had tackled Santana to the floor.
"NO!" Rachel yelled. She tried to run to the cheerio's aid, but Brittany kept her from going back into the fight.
"Go," Santana yelled to the girls at the foot of the stairs.
Brittany was too strong for Rachel, and picked up the small girl. She ended up carrying Rachel up the stairs.
"Brittany put me down. We have to help Santana," Rachel said trying to get out of Brittany's grasp.
"No. Santana told me to bring you up here to pack no matter what. And Quinn is down there. They can handle themselves," Brittany argued.
They reached Rachel's room and Brittany finally put Rachel down. "But they don't know my dad," Rachel argued.
"Rachel let's get you packed and we're getting you out of here."
"No that will make it worse. He'll come after me, and he'll be even angrier."
Brittany placed her hands on Rachel's shoulders, and bent down to be eye level with Rachel. "We'll protect you Rachel. You don't deserve this. No one does. And I'm pretty sure this is illegal. And you wanna help Santana."
"Yea."
"Well the sooner you're packed the sooner we can get out of here. The sooner you can help Santana," Brittany countered.
Rachel looked down and nodded, making her way into her room. Brittany followed. They grabbed a few bags and began filling them with clothes Rachel would need.
Meanwhile downstairs, Quinn had grasped Hiram pulling him off of Santana. The abruptness caused the drunken man to fall to the floor. He quickly got to his feet before the girls could start kicking him again
"Who the fuck are you," he slurred, swaying where he stood.
"Friends of your daughter," Quinn answered.
Santana and Quinn were standing defensive, waiting for the man to attack again.
"Oh the little lying bitch," Hiram clarified.
Santana went to attack the older man but Quinn put her arm out stopping her. She looked at her and gave her head a little shake. Santana rolled her eyes.
"You are one lucky son of a bitch," Santana said to Rachel's dad.
"What? You think you can stop me?"
"Actually I already have. You will never lay a hand on Rachel ever again," Santana clarified.
"Last time I checked I'm her father. Seeing as Leroy left, I am all she has left."
"But seeing as Rachel is still a minor we have you on child abuse. That'll get you locked away for a while. Not to mention assault on Santana," Quinn answered.
"But I have you on breaking and entering and assault," he countered.
"What did we break?" Quinn asked. "The door was opened. And we did enter but after we all saw you slap Rachel across the face. And the assault, that was self-defense."
"Who do you think they'll believe the adult or three little girls?"
"We're not little and I technically am an adult. And it's not three, it's four. My father is a respected man in this city. And Santana's father is one of the few doctors in this town. And just a trip to the emergency room will be all the proof we need."
Rachel made her way downstairs with Brittany right behind her. She was holding herself as she descending the steps. Seeing the three all ready to attack.
Hiram looked at his daughter and felt rage again. He went to attack Rachel but Santana and Quinn intercepted him, tackling him to the floor.
"Rachel go now," Santana ordered keeping Hiram on the floor.
Rachel was in too much shock to even move. Brittany grasped her hand and dragged her out the house to Santana's SUV a few houses down. She heard Hiram yell behind her, "I don't ever want to see your face ever again. If I do I will kill you."
Brittany helped Rachel into the backseat before placing Rachel's bags in the back. Then she got in on the other side and placed her arm around Rachel's shoulders. Tears were rolling down her face. She had not stopped crying since her father slapped her the first time. She completely broke in Brittany's arms. The blonde pulled Rachel into a hug, letting her cry on her chest. Brittany gently rubbed Rachel's back trying to sooth her.
It wasn't long before Santana and Quinn jumped into the front seats. Santana jammed her key into the ignition, and peeled out of the street. She drove a little while before she glanced in the rearview mirror. She was making sure Hiram wasn't following them. Then she saw Rachel in Brittany's arms.
"Where are we going?" Quinn finally asked.
Santana turned to Quinn, seeing she was looking at Rachel behind her. "I don't know."
"My place," Brittany answered. "We have a spare room… I always wanted a sister."
Quinn looked at Santana and shrugged.
"Ok, we'll go to Britt's," Santana replied.
The rest of the ride was quite. Rachel had cried herself to sleep in Brittany's arms. The first solid sleep she's had in months.