Hey guys. I'm so sorry for not updating. I've been busy and lacking motivation to write but I promise this fic will be finished. I won't take months at a time to update but it won't be as short as once a day probably. Just bear with me. In case you're wondering, Brittany is going to be a really minor character in this fic. Most fics involving the Fapezberry ladies have her as a major supporting character but I'm really bad at writing her. Sorry.
Chapter warnings: Descriptions of abuse and almost sex.
I don't own glee.
Santana fell to the floor as she watched the doctors and her mother carry her into the emergency room. Her body was shaking with sobs when she felt arms wrap around her. She turned her head to see that it was Rachel. She'd texted the girl to meet her at the hospital without any explanation.
"Shhh it's okay. Want to tell me what happened?" The diva asked.
It took a few minutes for the crying girl to calm down, but she eventually did with the tiny girl giving her temple reassuring kisses.
"Q-Quinn's dad beat the shit out of her because she's dating me. It's all my fault." Santana started sobbing again.
"No, honey, no it's not your fault at all. It's his fault for being such a close minded bigot. It will never be your fault. Quinn loves you and will never see it that way. I promise." Rachel smiled down at the girl. Santana lunged into her arms and started softly whispering, "I need her." Rachel pressed another kiss to her ear and stood up. She stretched out her hands to pull the girl up with her.
"Come on, let's get you some water and off the ground."
Half an hour later the girls were sitting anxiously to hear from Santana's mother. They both looked up when they heard, "Santana" from down the hall.
"Mami, what is it? Is she okay?" Santana scrambled over to her mother with Rachel by her side.
"We should sit down." They sat in their previous spot and Rachel intertwined their fingers together. Santana clutched the girl's hand tightly.
"Mami, tell me; whatever it is I can take it," she claimed unconvincingly.
"She's stable and is going to live. I can't take care of her because I know her too personally, but I can assure you she has the best surgeon in this hospital."
"Why does she need surgery? Just tell me everything!" The taller brunette rushed out.
"Okay, okay. The reason her breathing was so shallow was because her dad choked her into unconsciousness, but he also kicked her in the ribs so hard that one of them punctured her lung. She has a broken nose and arm, and a dislocated knee. The minor injuries are a black eye and a split lip. She's going to live but she's going to need a lot of physical therapy."
The two teens let out a breath of relief.
"She's going to be okay." Santana sighed. Rachel just squeezed her hand and smiled.
"Mija, let's get something clear. She's going to be okay physically. I'm not one hundred percent sure about mentally. Think about it, she was just beaten half to death by her father. Her father, mija. You need to be there for her and you need to be strong for her."
"You're right. I need to be there for her like she would me. Thank you, Mami." She said with determination.
"Mrs. Lopez, how are they going to fix her lung?" Rachel asked curiously.
"Surgical glue. She should be fine in a week or two. I'll let Dr. Robbins fill you in." The older woman pointed to the blonde doctor making her toward them.
"Santana, this is my good friend and even better doctor, Arizona Robbins." The blonde woman extended her hand toward Santana to shake.
"Hi, Santana. You can call me Arizona if you'd like. The surgery was successful and she'll be fine to go home in a day or two. She's sleeping right now, but would you like to go see her?" The friendly doctor smiled at her.
"Can I bring my friend Rachel?" She smiled nervously at the doctor.
"Of course!"
They made their way to the hospital to see a sleeping Quinn lying in the bed with an oxygen mask carefully placed over her broken nose and wires and machines all around her. She almost cried looking at how damaged Quinn looked. I have to stay strong for her, she thought to herself as she made her way to the bed. She grabbed her hand that wasn't wrapped up in a splint and kissed it.
She looked over to Dr. Robbins, "Is it cool if I lay with her?"
The doctor opened her mouth and turned toward Maribel then toward Santana, "I think you should wait until she's all casted up to lay with her. That'll be taken care of as soon as she wakes up by Dr. Torres. I can bring you a cot and push it super close to her bed if you'd like?"
Santana offered her a weak smile, "That'd be great thanks." She stroked the blonde hair away from her face and clutched her hand before lying down on the cot that was brought to her.
As she was falling asleep she felt a warm kiss press to her forehead. "I'm going to go home. Are you going to be okay?" Rachel asked her.
"Yeah I'll be fine." The taller brunette put her hand on Rachel's arm and looked to her eyes. Something stirred in both of their stomachs as they held each other's gaze in the dark room. What is even going on? My girlfriend is lying in a hospital bed and here I am practically looking into Rachel's soul.
She cleared her throat and looked away, "I'll, uh, I'll call you when she wakes up."
Santana woke up to the sound of Quinn's heart monitor beating rapidly and her hand in a death grip. Quinn was thrashing around in the hospital bed. Santana stood up and grabbed Quinn's face between her hands.
"Quinn, baby, wake up. You're having a dream. Wake up." The blonde's eyes shot open and darted around the room. Santana grabbed her face and forced her to look into her eyes. "Q, it's okay. It's okay. I'm here." Quinn's breathing seemed to calm down along with her heart monitor. As she was calming down, Santana stroked her face and hair then kissed her forehead.
Quinn took the oxygen mask away from her mouth, "Everything hurts," she whispered out roughly.
Santana pressed the button for Dr. Robbins. "I know, baby. You're going to be okay. Keep your mask on and don't talk. Your throat hurts, huh?" She asked, noting the dark finger marks around her neck. The blonde nodded.
"Hey look who's awake," Arizona called out from the doorway, "I wouldn't talk if I were you, Quinn, but I will get some morphine in your body to help the pain. This is Dr. Torres," she motioned to the brunette doctor next to her, "She's going to be looking at your bones and putting your casts on." Quinn gave a weak thumbs up and looked to Santana. She weakly patted the bed and scooted over to make room for her girlfriend.
Before Santana could speak Dr. Torres stepped in, "Quinn, let's get you all casted up before Santana can lay with you," the brunette doctor helped Quinn into a wheelchair and wheeled her out of the room, "I'm Dr. Torres but you can call me Callie."
"You and Quinn must be really good friends." Arizona pointed out.
"Yeah we're as close as they get," Santana didn't tell the woman about their relationship because she didn't know if Quinn wanted her to know, "She's been my best friend since I met her."
Before the blonde doctor could respond Callie rolled Quinn in with a green cast reaching up to her shoulder on her right arm and the same arm in a sling so her ribs can heal properly. Her left leg was in a brace and propped up on the wheelchair.
The two doctors helped Quinn into her bed where she made room for Santana. The brunette wrapped her arms around her injured girlfriend, being careful of her knee and ribs. Quinn buried her face into Santana's neck and kissed the soft skin she found there.
Dr. Robbins spoke up first, "Quinn, if you need anything press the red button to your left and this," she set down something that had a three balls in separate tubes with a plastic blue tube leading out of it with a mouth piece, "will help you exercise your lungs. Use it at least twice a day. Just blow into this mouth piece and try to get the balls to touch the top. When you're sleeping keep the mask on. I'll be checking on your every couple hours." Dr. Robbins and Dr. Torres walked out.
"How are you feeling, baby?" Santana kissed the crown of the blonde's head.
Quinn let out a humorless chuckle, "Well it's pretty obvious physically so I'm assuming you mean emotionally?" Santana nodded in response.
"I thought I would feel heartbroken and depressed because of this, but I just feel free. I don't have to worry about being a perfect Christian daughter. I can be me." Santana kissed her deeply even though she knew it wasn't the whole truth. She knew her girlfriend was scared out of her mind about the situation. She could tell the blonde was slightly winded from speaking.
"Babe, you should put your mask on and only take it off to talk. We need to get you healthy as soon as possible." Quinn nodded and placed her mask over her mouth, slightly wincing at the pain it brought to her nose.
Santana almost forgot to text Rachel.
Santana: Hey Tiny, Qs awake. U can come now (:
Rachel: Okay! Be there in 10
Quinn's eyes lit up when she saw the tiny diva walk through the door. Rachel smiled sadly down at the broken girl. Quinn groaned when she tried to move her casted hand over Rachel's, but couldn't because of her ribs. Instead, the brunette put her hand over the blonde's.
"Honey, try not to move your arm. You don't want to hurt yourself." She leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead then her hand.
Quinn took her mask off of her face and whispered, "You're worth the pain." Rachel blushed when Quinn shot a wink at her.
Santana watched the interaction between the two girls with a stoic face. She thought should be mad about it, but she really couldn't blame Quinn for flirting with the girl. She was just so damn adorable.
The girls had been conversing for a while when Mr. Lopez and a police officer walked into the room.
"Excuse us for interrupting, girls, but Officer Sullivan would like to talk to Quinn alone for a moment."
Quinn looked over to Santana and Rachel with fear in her eyes. Rachel stroked her hand through Quinn's hair to comfort her.
"Hey it'll be okay. They just want to talk to you. We'll be right outside." Quinn nodded but gripped Santana's thigh with her hand. Santana looked over at Rachel then to her dad and the cop.
"Actually, I think I should stay with her," the two men nodded. Santana looked at Rachel, "Rach, we'll call you in when we're done, I promise." She smiled at the girl who looked dejected.
As soon as Rachel left the officer sat in a chair next to Quinn. "I know this whole experience must be scary for you, but you need to be completely honest with me about the whole situation." Quinn nodded. "We have the statements from Mr. Lopez and I understand it may be hard to talk for you so I'm going to ask as many yes or no questions as I can. All you need to do is nod and maybe Santana can help you answer the other questions."
"Hold up on your fingers how many nights a week your father would drink." Quinn held up seven fingers and Officer Sullivan wrote in his notes.
"And around how many drinks would he have a night?" Quinn held up nine fingers.
"Has he ever hit you before this occasion?"
Quinn nodded but clarified, "He would mostly spank me with the belt and rarely slapped me. This came out of nowhere."
"Okay. Was your mother home last night?" Quinn shook her head no. He turned toward Santana.
"Ms. Lopez, will you describe to me what you experienced last night?"
"Well, Quinn and I were on the phone, talking; and when things got a little…inappropriate her dad walked in screaming to tell him who she was talking to. She wouldn't tell him my name but he knew who she was talking to was a girl. He's a homophobe and a bigot so of course he wouldn't want his daughter talking sexually to another girl. She never hung up the phone so I heard the whole thing. He seemed to calm down after a little bit but when Quinn got mad at him for calling me a dy- an inappropriate name he started getting mad again and shouting. He was slurring his words the whole time and I heard sounds of people getting hit and her screaming for him to stop. That was when I called my parents in to go get her. When we got there I saw my dad pulling him off of her. She was unconscious. I carried her to the car and took her here." Santana explained.
"Does that sound about right Quinn?" Quinn nodded. "Can you describe the way he hurt you a little for me?"
"He punched me in the face first, then kicked me in the crotch so hard I fell to my knees. He kicked me in the knee which dislocated it. That's what made me fall face first onto the floor. He tried to pull me up by my arm so that's what broke it and dislocated it," she took a few breaths before continuing, "and the last thing I remember was my face being smashed into the dresser." Santana could tell that Quinn was trying not to cry. She could hear it in her voice.
"Thank you, Quinn that's all we'll be needing. Just a forewarning, you might have to testify in court and if you're not comfortable with doing that we can share your statements in the court without you being there." Quinn nodded weakly with her eyes casted down to the floor. Before Officer Sullivan made it out the door she shouted a weak, "Wait."
He looked at her expectantly. "D-do you know where my mom is?"
He nodded sadly, "This may be hard for you to take in, so I'll let Mr. Lopez tell you when you're ready," he walked up to her and put a business card on the table next to her, "this card is for Dr. Megan Lynn. She's a psychologist who specializes in your situation so she's there if you want to talk to her." He then exited the room. Santana kissed Quinn's forehead and told her she'd be right back. She pulled her father out into the hallway where Rachel was waiting. As soon as Rachel went inside Santana whispered to her father, "Papi, it'd be better for me to tell her about her mom than anyone else. Where is she?"
He took a deep breath and sighed, "When the police informed her of what happened she was angry. She said that she wouldn't have let that happen if she were home and is completely against it, but she can't leave her whole family for one person. She wants Quinn to know that she loves her very much and will miss her dearly." Santana was fuming.
"What kind of mother does that to her child? That bastard is for sure going to jail. Why would she stay with someone who's going to be in jail?!" She yelled under her breath.
"She said something about how it would be a sin to divorce her husband. I don't know, Santana, but I need to discuss her living arrangements. As much as my heart goes out to her for her situation it's not appropriate for her to sleep with you in the same room every night. We don't have the room in the house and we can't have her sleeping on the couch." He looked to his daughter with sadness covering his face.
Tears of frustration and anger were streaming down her face, "Papi! Where is she supposed to live?!"
"Talk to Rachel. I'm friends with her fathers. They have many extra rooms."
Santana groaned and turned on her heel and back into the room. When she arrived she saw Rachel on the bed with Quinn cuddled into her side; her body was shaking with sobs. Once Rachel noticed her she tried to get up but Quinn held on tighter. Santana told her it was okay so the shorter brunette laid down with the crying girl while Santana rubbed her back.
"Quinn, baby there's some things we need to talk about. Only when you're ready though." The blonde turned to face Santana the best she could.
"Tell me about my mom, San." Quinn sniffled.
"She…she's not coming back. She said she loves you and she's going to miss you, but she's not coming back. I'm so sorry, baby."
Rachel felt the girl squeeze her hand tight. Both of the girls' hearts shattered into pieces when Quinn's face crumpled into deep sadness. They could both tell she was trying to hold back the tears. She took a deep breath and seemed to calm down.
"It's okay. Now I can be with you all the time, baby." She was trying to look at Santana seductively, but her voice was cracking from trying not to cry and it was muffled from her swollen lip and oxygen mask.
Santana looked down at her girlfriend solemnly. "Babe, about that. My parents are being stupid. They won't let you live with us because they don't want to you sleeping with me and they don't want you to sleep on the couch," she looked to Rachel, "Tiny, I was actually going to talk to you about this, but do you think you can talk your dads into her living with you?"
Rachel nodded and smiled, "It's already taken care of. I asked my dads if Quinn could live with us just in case she needed to. She can have the guest room. Quinn is this okay with you?"
Quinn rolled her eyes the best she could, "It's my only option, but it's better than being homeless, right?"
Three weeks. It took three weeks for Quinn's lungs to get better enough for her to go home. She definitely wasn't sad about her situation any more.
"It's over and done with. A chapter closed in my life so I can open up a new one. One with you guys. You and Rachel are my family. I'm going to smile about the memories of my old family and look forward to making new ones with this family."
That didn't stop the nightmares. Rachel and Santana alternated between spending the night at the hospital. They would text Quinn during the day and come to the hospital at night to do homework and hang out with her until she fell asleep. Almost every night they woke up to Quinn screaming in her sleep.
Her things were already at Rachel's house. Her dads completely redecorated the guest room to make it feel homey. She listed the things she wanted from her home and they were put in the room.
With Rachel's and Santana's help she was settled into the Berry residence. Santana vowed to stick to the schedule they had at the hospital, but she could only stay on weekends.
That night Rachel woke up in her room to the sounds of Quinn's screams from downstairs. She ran into her dads in the hallway and told them to go back to bed. She opened the door and ran to Quinn's side.
"Quinn, honey, wake up it's only a dream." She shook the girl. After about a minute and a half Quinn finally woke up panting. Rachel stroked the blonde locks out of her face and held her close. "Baby, it's okay. Shhh. It's just a dream. I'm here. Calm down, honey." She kissed the top of Quinn's head.
"San?"
"No, Quinn, it's Rachel. Do you need me to call Santana?" She got up to get her phone but was tugged back down onto the bed.
"No just hold me. Please, Rach. Just hold me." She whimpered desperately.
The brunette laid down next to the blonde and let her cling to her side.
It was the same routine for a month. Santana came over after school with Rachel everyday and stayed on the weekends.
One day Santana called in sick so Rachel went home by herself expecting Santana to be at home and not completely naked giving an equally naked Quinn a blow job.
"Mmm, fuck, baby. I missed your mouth." Quinn tangled her hand in to Santana's hair. Rachel couldn't ignore the wetness that pooled between her thighs. She bit her lip to try and stifle the moan that threatened to escape her lips when Santana got on her knees, giving the girl a full view of her glistening core.
"Fuck," she whispered under her breath. Or so she thought. Quinn and Santana looked up at the same time and saw a very flustered Rachel standing in the doorway biting her lip and crossing her legs. They both became even more aroused at the sight of Rachel. They continued to stare at her until she realized what happened.
"I-I'm so sorry. I'm going to d-do homework now." She went to run upstairs but her wrist was caught by a hand. She turned her head to see Quinn completely naked. Her eyes traveled down the blonde's body from her dilated pupils, down to her breasts, and finally reaching her throbbing erection. She couldn't hold in the throaty moan she released at the sight. Before she knew it she was flush against Quinn's body.
Quinn stroked Rachel's hair out of her face and moved her hands down her sides where they finally settled on her hips. Her lips were ghosting over the brunette's.
"How was school, Rach?" the blonde breathed against her lips.
Rachel gulped audibly, "I-it was fine." It was barely a whisper. She was so distracted by Quinn she didn't see Santana get off of the bed and come up behind her.
She felt a hot breath on her ear, "Was it fine?" Santana's hands were all over her stomach. It was all too much. She was so turned on.
"Rachel," Quinn whispered. She just stood there feeling the erection pressed against her stomach.
"Rachel," Quinn said louder. She needed to kiss one of these girls and she needed to do it now.
"Rachel!" Quinn shouted this time. She was really confused.
And just like that she was pulled out of her dream. She was half awake.
"Rachel are you okay?" Quinn whispered huskily, her voice dripping with sleep. She didn't know what happened. All of a sudden Rachel's lips were on hers. She was kissing Quinn and Quinn was kissing her back.
Rachel shoved her tongue into Quinn's mouth and licked the roof of it. The moaned simultaneously when their tongues met. They sat up and Rachel straddled Quinn's lap.
Rachel's hands tangled themselves in Quinn's hair and Quinn's found their way to Rachel's ass. She squeezed the flesh through Rachel's pajama pants. They were rocking against one another until they realized what they were doing.
They shot back from each other quickly.
"Oh my god." They said at the same time.
So that's chapter six. If anyone caught my crossover characters I applaud you. I will forever apologize if anyone thinks it sucks but those of you who don't, I love you. Question though. I got a prompt for another fic so would you guys rather me start it now or after this one is over? If I start it now that means fewer updates for this story, but I will be writing the other one so you get both just not as often. If I start it later, that means finishing this one faster and devoting my time to the other story. Let me know. Always contact me on here or Tumblr (lostcarlos). Leave me reviews and thoughts here. I could always use constructive criticism. I'm still taking prompt requests. I LOVE YOU.
-Racheal
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