So sorry that it's been a while. I haven't quite had the motivation to write. Thanks for the reviews guys, they're awesome and I love you. I'm still going to apologize if this chapter sucks even if you guys think it doesn't. But keep the reviews coming. Seriously ask me anything about it if you want to know. I would prefer it if you have specific questions if you ask me on Tumblr. You can also leave prompt requests there too if you'd like. On to the show.

Chapter warnings: bullying, highly offensive language, severe child abuse.

I don't own glee.

"What's that scar from?" Santana asked Quinn as they were lying in bed in post coital bliss. Her head was on the blonde's stomach and she was lightly tracing the mark she found at the base of her girlfriend's penis. "I've never seen it before."

"Oh, that," Quinn sighed nervously, "I thought the scar cream had worked all the through."

Her girlfriend mirrored her frown, "Babe, what happened there?"

"I, uh, tried to cut it off in eighth grade. It was mainly the reason I moved here. Wanting a fresh start from losing all that weight was only a fraction of the reason."

Santana chuckled softly and rested her head of the girl's shoulder with her arm around her waist, "Aw, I forgot about Lucy Q."

Quinn smiled down at her before continuing, "Well, I used her as an excuse for moving here. I trusted my best friend at the time, Claire, with knowing about my condition. She didn't tell anyone at first. I really didn't expect it. She was as in love with this guy, Nick, as a thirteen year old could get, but then she overheard him talking to his friend about asking me out. Even though I told her I had no interest in him, she still became vindictive. She started turning my friends against me. I thought that was as bad as it was going to get because I knew she wasn't the type to out a secret as big of mine," She let out a humorless chuckle, "I couldn't have been more wrong. On a Friday during gym she asked if she could put her clothes in my locker because hers was filled with all the Valentines cards and flowers she had gotten. I was so excited to get one step closer to getting my friend back that I immediately agreed. Thinking about it now I was so fucking gullible. We got back in from running laps and she convinced me that I smelled terrible so I needed to take a shower. She promised she would watch out for anyone coming in. I honestly didn't hear anyone come in, but when I turned off the shower and turned around almost half of the eighth grade class was there. They started shouting terrible things; calling me a man, asking me why my fat didn't cover it. I was so depressed. I was tortured every day. I snuck a bunch of my mom's vodka in my orange juice and a knife in my backpack. I was trashed. Before the bell even rang I went to the bathroom to pee. I was so disgusted by it. I pulled the knife out and was planning to cut it off. I thought that I was drunk enough to not feel anything, but the first cut hurt so fucking bad that I passed out. I guess Nick heard the scream because he was the one who found me on the floor with my dick out dripping blood. He must have been pretty strong to carry all of my weight to the nurse. I was taken to the hospital to get stitches. When I woke up, I had the worst hangover and my dick was on fire. To sum things up, the doctor told me I could get surgery to remove it when I was 18 and I moved schools."

She looked down at Santana who was bending down to kiss the scar.

"Do you still want the surgery, baby?"

"I would have said yes four months ago, but now I'm not sure. Not only do I love making you scream with it, I just love how connected I feel with you when I'm making love to you. I love how I can hold your hands and look into your eyes while being as close to you as possible. All of the love I feel in that moment erases how masculine it makes me feel."

Santana kissed her passionately and snuggled into her side. "What did you say Claire's last name was?"

"I didn't and no you're not getting it because you're not going to kill her. I already took care of it." She smirked down at her girlfriend.

"What did you do babe?"

"I may or may not have gotten the whole school to call her 'Clairie' because of a certain bucket of red slushee that may or may not have gotten dumped on her when she won Winter Ball princess."

"Lucy Q you conniving bitch!" Santana exclaimed playfully when she smacked her hip. Quinn caught it and pulled her into a loving kiss.

"Yeah, but I'm your conniving bitch. Forever."

"But I want you to be mine five-ever, because five is bigger than four." Santana pouted.

Quinn laughed, "You're such a dork." The brunette got up and started getting dressed.

"You should get dressed, unless you want Rachel to see you naked."

"The hobbit is coming over? Whyyyyyy?" Quinn whined.

Annoyed by her girlfriend always hating on her friend she scoffed, "Q seriously I'm getting tired of you being mean about her. She's my friend and you're going to have to get over it." As she was walking out of the bedroom door she felt arms wrap around her waist and a hot breath on her ear.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'll try to be nicer to her for you. I love you." Santana leaned back into her touch and kissed her cheek.

A knock at the door caused Quinn to internally groan. She just couldn't like the girl. She had no idea why Santana had such a huge interest in being her friend.

"Hey Rach come in!" Santana shouted from the couch.

Showing off her classic Rachel Berry smile she greeted the two girls. "Hello Santana. Quinn."

"Berry."

"So Santana, I take it you told her," She smirked at the two girls' closeness.

"Yes I kind of told her. I got drunk and told her some things then she admitted to having feelings for me. I told her I love her and it gets all gross and lovey dovey from there." She replied kissing her girlfriend's cheek.

The smaller brunette smiled sincerely at the girls, "Well I'm happy for the both of you."

The day had gone by quickly. The three girls relaxed and joked around. Quinn didn't like admitting it but she was starting to like Rachel. She hadn't really had the chance to actually hang out with her and just joke around. Sure the girl was annoying at school but that was only because she strove to do the best. She didn't have time to joke around like she did here. At the end of the day the blonde thought about trying to be friends with the girl. She really isn't as bad as I thought and she's actually funny.

"Well, I should probably get home. My dads are making vegan ziti."

"Bye Rach." Santana smiled at the girl.

"Goodbye Rachel." Quinn said plainly trying not to show her interest for the girl. She looked over at her girlfriend noting the surprised expression on her face, only to see the same face on Rachel, "What?"

"You called me Rachel."

"That's your name isn't it? I get that I never call you that but I kind of like you now. So what?" She looked down at her lap. Santana swooned and Rachel looked like a kid on Christmas morning.

"So Quinn we're friends now?"

"Yes, Rachel, we're friends now," the blonde sighed, "but don't push it." Rachel squealed excitedly and ran out the door.

"So you actually want to be friends with her now?" Santana asked her girlfriend.

"Yeah she's not as bad as I thought she was. I was too busy being annoyed by her to notice. And I figured that if she's going to be in your life too I might as well get along with her."

"Aw babe that means so much to me, thank you." She smiled at her girlfriend.

That night Santana realized there was a lot they hadn't really discussed.

"Q, are you awake?" She whispered into the darkness.

"Hmmm…I am now. What's up? If you want to go again I'm gonna have to give you a rain check because you wore me out." Quinn winked at her girlfriend.

"No not that. I'll be surprised if I can still walk tomorrow. What are we going to do about Monday, though?"

"Like do you mean about us being a couple? I don't think I'm ready to come out to anyone yet. Obviously Rachel knows, but I don't think I'm ready to tell anyone else. Is that okay with you?"

"Of course it's okay with me. If you're not ready the neither am I. This whole relationship, being in love thing is new to the both of us. We'll just have to hide it unless we're alone or with Rachel."

"Okay. Thank you, baby. I love you." Quinn slurred tiredly.

"Love you too, babe. Goodnight."

The next few months were pure bliss. Hiding their relationship wasn't so bad. Sure, they didn't get to hold hands or kiss each other in the halls, but the secret glances and the sweet texts they received from each other. They would keep their routine with meeting the janitor's closet then going to Santana's house after practice. Rachel sometimes came with them and the three of them had a really good time. Quinn was surprised at how close she got with Rachel over these past months. She would actually consider her one of her closest friends other than Santana. Six months ago she would consider herself crazy if she thought she would be really good friends with the girl. She even felt guilty about the little crush she was developing for the girl.

Santana hadn't been able to make it to the janitor's closet today so after practice the couple rushed to the brunette's house to tear each other's clothes off. They made it through the front door when Quinn felt her back being pushed up against it and lips attach to her neck.

"Fuck, baby, I need you so bad. I want you to bury your thick cock inside of me from behind and make me yours over and over again." She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see a very embarrassed Quinn.

"Babe, what's wrong? I've been so wet for you all day and I just want you to fucking take me."

A throat cleared from behind her and when she turned around she was face to face with her mother.

"Santana. We need to talk. It's very nice to see you Quinn but I'm afraid you need to go home so I can talk to my daughter in private."

"Um, nice to see you too, Mrs. Lopez. I'll see you later ba- San. Call me when you can." Quinn said before rushing out the door.

Quinn was working on her homework when her phone started ringing.

"Hey babe. How'd the talk go?" She asked her girlfriend when she answered.

"It was so awkward. I don't even know where to start."

Flashback to the Lopez home

"So, Mami, what did you want to talk about?" Santana asked the older woman sheepishly.

"Besides the obvious, my job"

"What about it? Did you get fired?" Santana asked her mother worriedly.

"No, Tana, I didn't lose my job. In fact, the hospital gave me a promotion and I decided my own hours. I'll be home when you get here and I'll be gone when you wake up in the morning." Maribel told her daughter.

"Why did you do that?" Santana didn't want to seem too disappointed by the information.

"Well I thought you were mature enough to be left at home alone but I thought wrong. Did you think your father and I wouldn't notice all of the alcohol missing?"

"Damn I should have gotten Puck to replace it sooner." The teen mumbled under her breath. Choosing to ignore it, the older woman continued.

"But we do need to talk about what I just witnessed when you came home. You and Quinn, huh?"

Santana blushed, "Yes, Mami, me and Quinn. For three months now."

Her mother smirked at her, "You two seem awful close for three months. If your father had heard your colorful language, I don't think he would be able to function with his baby girl saying those things. So is there something you want to say to me, Tana?" The woman looked at her daughter sincerely, not wanting to push her into telling her something she wasn't ready to.

"For one, I think I'm gay, obviously. I'm in love with Quinn and I have been since I met her. We were friends with benefits for three months and now we're a couple who isn't out but in love." The girl said all in one breath.

"Well, mija, I still love you no matter who you are and I always will. I know your father feels the same, but I'll leave it up to you to tell him. But, don't tell him about your sex life. He doesn't need to know about the toys you and Quinn use."

Santana coughed awkwardly, "Mami, we don't use toys," the woman just looked at her confusedly, "Quinn, uh, she wasn't born like other girls. She has a little something extra. If you catch my drift?"

"Honey, are you saying Quinn has a penis?"

Santana groaned and put her head in her hands

"You told her about my dick?!" Quinn whisper yelled into the phone

"I had to, baby, she asked about it. She isn't super judgmental and accepts you. The worst part is that she might ask questions, but she's not gonna like tell anyone."

Quinn sighed and put the phone on speaker to change for bed, "Okay fine, but we need to be more careful next time. I don't think I can look your mom in the eye anymore. I swear she gave me a death glare when you were kissing my neck. God that felt good."

Even though she couldn't see it, she could practically feel Santana smirking, "Oh yeah, baby? You like it when I kiss your neck? Mmm…I love the way you taste after practice. Pure Quinn."The blonde took the phone off speaker and laid down in her bed. She put her hand on her stomach before going along with her girlfriend.

"And I love the way you taste no matter where I'm kissing. Your cheek. Your lips. Your tits. Your stomach. Your thighs. But you know what my favorite taste is?" She husked into the phone.

"Mmm...what's that, baby?"

"The insides of you. I love the way your tongue tastes around mine and when I'm fucking you with my tongue and I can just taste your juices flowing into my mouth. Fuck, baby I'm getting so hard thinking about it. What are you wearing?" She moved her hand into her shorts and held the girth of her hard member.

"I'm not wearing anything anymore," she let out a soft moan, "Fuck. I'm slowly rubbing myself, wishing it was your tongue. Mmm, Quinn, baby. Are you stroking yourself for me?"

She was about to answer when her door slammed open. She saw a large dark figure march over to her and grab the phone from her ear.

"Who the fuck are you talking to?!" Her father's breath was close to her face. It reeked of scotch.

"N-no one, Daddy. I'm going to bed. I d-don't know what you heard." The blonde replied in a small voice.

He seemed to calm down a little. He sat down on the bed and stroked her hair.

"I'm sorry for yelling, baby. Who were you talking to?" He slurred.

"My girlfriend." She answered in a quiet voice. After no reply she turned on her bedside lamp. "Daddy?" She looked over at him. His fists were balled by his sides and his face was red with rage.

"Why do you have to not only disappoint me, but God? You know that being a dyke is a sin. Tomorrow you're to break up with that abomination and you're going to find a good Christian boy to date. What happened to that boy Finn? He was so nice." Her father spoke through gritted teeth.

"Don't call me that. I'm not a dyke and my girlfriend is not an abomination." Her voice was quiet but full of rage.

"Oh, honey, you have so much to learn. You're a dyke, she's a dyke. We need to fix you. The sooner the better."

"Daddy, let's be logical now," she spat at him, "I was born with a dick. A fully functioning dick. What man is ever going to want me? If he did want me, he would be a homosexual in your eyes. How do you figure that one?" She was full on yelling now.

Shocked by his daughter's sudden burst of rage he was at a loss of words, "I…you…it doesn't matter! You can't like girls if you're a girl! It's a sin!" He towered over her.

She stood up and pushed him with of her strength. "I love her! There's nothing you can do to change that! If that's a sin, so be it, but nothing is going to come between us!"

"That's a lie! You don't love her! She poisoned your mind! Tell me who she is so I can ensure you never see her again!" He shouted in her face.

"It's not a lie! I love her and I've loved her since the first time I saw her! If I don't want to see anyone again it's you!" She turned around and started packing whatever she could into her travel bag when she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. A hard punch to her left eye caused her to stumble backwards.

"No daughter of mine talks to me like that!" He stepped toward her and punched her in the nose then kicked her crotch. She fell onto her knees. Quinn felt her knee pop out of place when he kicked it with all his leg power.

"Please stop." She squeaked. He went behind her and kicked her back so she was completely lying face first on the floor.

"You aren't a dyke!" He shouted as he pulled her arm back behind her body. The loud crack and her screams could be heard throughout the house. Judy wouldn't have let it get this far, had she been there. She was visiting Frannie and her husband in Vermont.

"Daddy stop it!" She screamed.

He grasped onto the front of her hair, "You have no right to call me that! I don't have dykes for daughters!" He slammed her face into the dresser. That was when she lost consciousness.

Santana heard the whole thing over the phone. Her heart pounded in her chest when Russell started yelling again. She took her phone with her and put on her clothes.

"Mom! Dad!"

Maribel and Carlos Lopez rushed into her room. She motioned for them to be quiet and put the phone on speaker.

They heard the punch and Carlos ran down to his car as fast as he could. Santana went to follow him, but her mom stopped her.

"Santana, we will go get her, but let's take a separate car so your father can deal with Russell and you and I can take her back here."

"Okay. Let me just-" She was interrupted by the blood curdling screams coming from her phone.

"Daddy stop, please!"

The Lopez women ran to their car.

Carlos Lopez arrived at the Fabray house and ran up to where the screams were coming from. He walked in just in time to pull the large man off of his daughter. He beat the man into unconsciousness when Santana and her mother arrived.

"Oh my god. Quinn? Baby, can you hear me?" There was no response. The girl looked up at her mother with tears in her eyes. "Mami do something! Please!" Her mom rushed to the unconscious girl's side. After checked her pulse and counting her breaths she looked to her husband.

"Carlos," she said softly, "her breathing is shallow. It looks like her nose, arm, and knee are broken. We need to get her to the hospital."

He was about to respond when the man on the ground was starting to wake up. He looked to his daughter. "Tana, carry Quinn to the car, but be very careful. We don't want make things worse for her." She did as her father told her, cradling the broken arm against her chest.

She sat in the back of the car with Quinn's head in her lap stroking her blood soaked hair.

"Please be okay. I need you, baby. You're going to be okay." She whispered as they pulled up to the hospital.

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