Quinn awoke the next morning with a grunt. Someone was poking their elbow into her ribs and someone else had their ass pressing into her back ,which pushed her further into the elbow and she was not at all comfortable. Realizing she had a mouthful of black hair as well, the punk spit it out in irritation and attempted to disentangle herself from the mass of limbs thrown all over her and the bed. If she hadn't already been in the process of waking up, Quinn probably would have missed the noise of her door clicking shut. With a frown, the pink haired teenager climbed over the passed out body of Brittany (rolling her eyes when the girl mumbled something about Lord Tubbington needing to stay in his naughty corner) and grabbed an oversized sweater from the side of her bed. God only knew how long it had been sitting there or the last time it had been washed but it was the nearest item and clothing and Quinn was in a hurry to find out why her mother had been poking her nose into her room and as a result, into her business. At least, she hoped it was her mother. Tugging the oversized item of clothing over her head, Quinn pushed her fingers through her messy hair in attempt to create some semblance of control and glanced back at her bed. The corners of her mouth twitched into a smile despite herself as she looked at the two very adorable and obviously sleepy girls strew over her bed. Neither Santana nor Brittany were elegant in their sleep but that didn't make them any less desirable.
As quietly as she could, Quinn pulled her bedroom door open and slipped outside into the hall, her arms crossing over her chest as she opened her mouth to speak. "Judy what are you…" however it wasn't her mother that turned around. Instead it was slightly balding, tubby man who for a better part of her life Quinn had called "daddy". "What're you doing here?" she asked, her voice sharp enough to cut through glass. "This isn't your house anymore Russell so get the hell out" many people would have been surprised, surely, to hear the previous daddy's girly speaking in such a way to her father but then again, most of those people didn't know what had happened inside the walls of the Fabray household. Russell Fabray was a self proclaimed wholesome man who had had the perfect little family…at least until Quinn had gone and fucked it all up. He'd kicked her out while she was pregnant and she would never be able to forgive him for that. What was even worse was that he'd blamed her unexplained absence in the house on a drug addiction. Oh yes, Russell Fabray had cared more about his image in the community then his daughters well being, so when asked why Quinn wasn't attending the chastity ball or why she wasn't at church on Sunday mornings, he'd told everyone that she'd started smoking marijuana and hanging around with the wrong kinds of people, he'd told them that she'd become uncontrollable so it was with a heavy heart that he and Judy had had to kick her out.
It was all bullshit but no one would ever believe a seventeen year old kid with a sudden spike in attitude over such a jovial and outstanding member of the community – so she hadn't even tired to argue her case. Quinn watched as her father's eyes roamed over her in disgust. "That is no way to address your father young lady" he began in a tone that suggested she was to bow to his authority or suffer the consequences. "And don't you be telling me to get out of my own house, I should…" he was cut off by a loud scoff from Quinn who at the same time threw her arms up in exasperation. "Your house? Are you fucking kidding yourself Russell, you've been living off of Judy's money ever since before you were married. This is her house, you don't belong here, you don't get a say in any of the shit that goes around here anymore!" it was satisfying, she had to admit, watching the angry red flush rise in his cheeks. In fact, Quinn thought, he looked very much like a sunburned version of the Pillsbury Dough boy.
"Watch your language Quinn! You're still my daughter, it's still my right to control your behavior, starting with those girls!"
Quinn balked at the audacity of the man. Her realization that she liked women had come after she'd given birth to Beth. Of course before hand she'd experimented and "practiced" with her friends but she had always fought the feelings behind the actions. "I stopped being your daughter as soon as you kicked me out of the god damn house!" she snapped back at him angrily, stepping forwards as she squared up to the red faced man in front of her.
"Don't take the lords name in vain! It's bad enough that you sin under my roof, laying with women the way you're supposed to lay with man… and only then after marriage!" Russell Fabray scowled at his daughter, disapproval seeping out of every single pore in his body. What had happened to his little princess?
Quinn could only stand there in shock as he went off on his little tangent. This was the same man that had been committing adultery right under her mothers nose and here he was, disgusted at her for fucking a girl...well, girls? "Well don't you win hypocrite of the fucking year! Fuck you Russell, I bet you weren't thinking much about the lord when you were buried between those whore's legs!"
The screeching of the two Fabray's had long ago woken the rest of the house hold; Brittany had curled into Santana's side and buried her face into the girl's neck before pressing a pillow over her ears in a futile attempt to block out the screaming. Santana however was listening intently, her fingers carding through blonde hair in a half assed attempting at a soothing gesture. Judy Fabray had hidden herself in the kitchen, acting as if nothing was out of place despite the fact she could hear the yelling; they were, she thought anxiously, rather a bad distraction from her breakfast preparations.
However the sound of skin meeting skin that echoed around the home stopped everyone dead in their tracks.
Quinn stumbled backwards, the shock obvious on her face as she pressed a hand to her stinging cheek. He'd hit her, Russell had fucking hit like she was a woman in the 1800's who'd spoken about something other then the weather or the quality of her tea. For a moment, time seemed to stand still and then all at once another commotion started. Santana had ripped open the bedroom door looking about ready to kill someone while Brittany stood back nervously and watched; nibbling on the ends of her already destroyed nails.
Launching forwards, Santana wrapped an arm around Quinn's waist and pulled the girl back against her chest. Using her free hand to turn the punk's face, Santana glanced over Quinn's face quickly, checking for oncoming black eyes and split lips before deciding that despite the damage being minimal it was inexcusable. Only then did she turn her attention to Russell Fabray. With flared nostrils, the Latino started screeching in chaotic, rushed Spanish, her free arm waving through the air wildly as she made rude gestures towards Russell.
All the while Quinn was in a daze, her eyes were glassy as she spaced out for a moment and the world around her became still and silent. Her father had always been an arrogant man, strong and expectant but he had never been physically violent before, not even when he'd thought Finn had gotten her pregnant - he'd just told them both to get out of his house and stormed out. This behavior crossed a line, a line that Quinn hadn't even realized existed until now. Oh so slowly, her world came back into focus and she was made painfully aware of the stinging in her cheek, the nails digging into her rib cage and the screaming in her ear. With a small grunt, she pulled away from Santana's hold and lifted her gaze until she was eye to eye with her father. Her word's were harsh, but spoken in a low, threatening voice that caused her to appear more vicious then her small stature would have suggested. "You are scum of the earth, Russell, and I hope one day you rot in hell where you belong. But before that I hope you suffer like you've made everyone around you suffer and I promise you if you ever touch me again, you won't be able to fuck those whores of yours you love so much"
Quinn turned with an angry flourish and pushed past the whimpering blonde in her door way back into her room. Grabbing a bag from the top of her wardrobe, Quinn started grabbing clothes from her floor and off the bed. She moved around her room like a woman possessed, throwing things into the bag until it was bursting at the seams. Anything that didn't fit would just have to stay; her dear old parents could keep it as a reminder of what they'd abused and lost. Her door clicked quietly as it was shut but she didn't both to look up. In front of the door Brittany stood holding Santana's hand tightly, her thin, perfectly shaped eyebrows pulled into a deep frown.
"Quinn…what're you doing...San what's she doing, are we going camping?" both the confusion and the tremor in the blonde's voice was obvious and Santana's sighed as she pressed a soft kiss to the other cheerleader's cheek. "No, Brit…Quinn's just…coming to live with me for a while" at that statement, Quinn did look up, an argument about to fall from her lips before Santana cut her off again. "No, Look Q. I know you, you're probably planning on living in your car or whatever to prove you can look after yourself and don't need anyone, and we might not be able to talk in public but we're still friends and there is no way I am going to let you live like a homeless person just because you got stuck with two dick bags for parents and are more stubborn then a mule. So grab your shit and let's go, alright?" There wasn't any pity in Santana's voice, some sympathy perhaps but nothing that suggested this was charity and Quinn had to fight the urge to throw her arms around the Latino in front of her. Santana understood her, possibly more then she was willing to admit. She couldn't let any of her emotions effect her right now. If she did, she was going to fall into a heaving mess and there was no time for that, she needed to get out of this prison and now.
With a small nod, Quinn tugged on a pair of old jeans before grabbing her bag with both hands and threw it up over her shoulder. "Alright…thanks, just for a while though" the two nodded at each other in understanding, however it was no surprise that the unspoken words had flown straight over Brittany's head. She looked at Quinn questioningly, the worry etched over her face as she shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. The punk gave her a tired smile and cupped the side of the cheerleader's face in her hand when she was close enough, her thumb stroking gently over the creamy white skin before pressing a soft kiss to the other girls pink lips. "It's okay Brittany…I'm okay, promise". The timid smile she received was enough to reassure her that Brittany believed her and accepted the situation for what it was, even if she didn't understand it.
Without looking back, Quinn Fabray walked out of her room, out of the house she'd grown up in and out of her parents lives. Behind her, two unlikely protectors followed her, as if guarding her from any further pain the house or the people inside attempted to throw in her direction as some form of sick joke. Once she'd unlocked her car and thrown her bag into the backseat, Quinn paused for a moment and let her forehead rest against the roof of her vehicle and took a deep breath to try and calm herself. She was having one of those moments, the kind where she knew everything was about to change and she could feel the anxiety pooling in the pit on her stomach because of it. Quinn needed to get a grip on herself as soon as possible. One week into her senior year and she already felt like she was drowning, it wasn't meant to be like this….this was meant to be her year, but already everything felt like it was spiraling out of control and Quinn refused to let it swallow her whole.
After a moment and a few deep breathes, she looked up again to see Brittany and Santana watching her quietly, offering their silent support. Swallowing thickly, Quinn pulled her car door open and gave the two of them a curt nod. "Lets gets the hell out of here" she slammed her car door shut and pulled away from the curb with a loud screech, pondering exactly what this new life she was creating for herself would bring.