"Britney." The quirky blond looked up from the drawing pad she had been doodling in to see her sister standing in her doorway, shoulders tense and eyes a blizzard of harsh cold. It was obvious from Quinn's frigid demeanor that the girl had most likely discovered of Britney's treachery. So Britney calmly placed her coloring pencil atop her drawing pad and pulled her stretched out legs into a lotus position against her torso awaiting Quinn's lecture that was to come.

As to be expected Quinn entered Britney's room, quietly shutting the door behind her and turning swiftly on her heel to begin pacing a few feet in front of where Britney sat. The plush crème colored carpet formatted Quinn's bare feet, leaving tracks in her wake as the blond stomped in a line back and forth for minutes. She didn't speak but Britney assumed that was due to Quinn trying to rein in her sordid temper. Quinn only ever did this for Britney. If it were anyone else, Quinn wouldn't have bothered trying to control herself and just let loose. Though Quinn denied such accusations when Britney asked her about it, Britney knew the truth. Britney received special treatment and she loved it.

"Britney." Quinn spoke again, the chill that made her voice edgy before now chilled with the calm pacing had created. The youngest Fabray cocked her head to the side in answer, waiting for Quinn to voice what was on her mind. Slowly Quinn moved from the path in the carpet she had made to go over and sit in front of her sister. Her face was all business, one perfect eyebrow raised with her lips pursed slightly.

"B, did you write a letter to the Berry's and say it was from me? And put my phone number on it so that Rachel could get a hold of me whenever she wanted?"

"Um…are you mad?"

"Is that an admission of guilt?"

Britney's face scrunched up the way it would if she had taken a large bite out of a lemon.

"What?" Quinn's eyes slammed shut and she reached one pale hand up to grip the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. Annoyance flared through her, threatening to make itself known via insult but she reined it in, knowing that insulting Britney would do nothing but upset them both.

"Did you do it or did you not?"

"Oh yeah, I did that earlier." Britney smiled sweetly after she spook, swaying slightly from side to side to some unknown beat playing in her head Quinn couldn't hear.

"Why would you do that!? Do you have any idea what you've done!? You can be so stupid sometimes Britney!" This time Quinn hadn't be able to keep her temper in check and practically spit the words in Britney's face without realization. Realization that only hit Quinn when her sisters smile fell away and the taller blond flinched, casting her eyes to the carpet in a typical guilty way. Immediate regret and guilt filled Quinn to the point she nearly felt she was going to be sick, cry, or worst, do both.

Quinn reached for Britney's hand, flinching a little herself when Britney scooted out of Quinn's reach and purposefully held her eyes down so they couldn't connect with Quinn's, "Brit. I'm sorry Brit. I didn't mean…I'm sorry."

There was a long pause in which Britney turned her head further away from Quinn thinking that when she reached up to brush the tears wetting her cheeks Quinn couldn't see. But Quinn did see.

"You sound like Daddy when you yell like that Q." Britney whispered, filling the ongoing silence with her voice thick with tears. That whispered sentence felt like a hot poker being shoved through Quinn's chest. The blow hurt so bad she physically recoiled, drawing her knees up to her chest and hiding her face behind her thighs and long hair. It wasn't so much that Britney had said it to Quinn, but the truth behind what Britney had said. Quinn had sounded like her father, the very man she never wanted to be. And she had hurt Britney just like Russell does. She was no better than him.

"I'm sorry B…" Quinn felt her sisters gentle touch on both her shoulders, pulling her back into Brittney's warm body for a hug that finally broke the damn holding Quinn's tears back. The shorter blonde sobbed into her knees, soaking the denim coating her slender legs, while Britney continued to hold Quinn.

"It's okay Q, I forgive you. I'm sorry I made you mad by being stupid." Britney's voice was hoarse, making it clear to Quinn that Britney was fighting back tears of her own. Hazel eyes slammed shut to hold back the onslaught of more burning tears and she reached down to fist handfuls of Britney's carpet, guilt washing over her in waves.

"Your not stupid B. I'm just a bitch. A scared, mean, little bitch." The shorter blond pulled from Britney's wiry arms to turn and face her sister, peering into misty blue eyes through watering hazel ones. Slowly Quinn reached out to lay a hand over Britney's, letting out a sigh of relief when her sister didn't pull away this time.

"I'm sorry B. I shouldn't have said that. I was just scared."

Britney flipped her sisters hand over to grip it between two of her own, resting their clasped hands in her lap and giving her sister a worried look, "What are you scared of Q? Daddy?"

Quinn nodded solemnly, fixing her gaze on the floor to hide her still flowing tears from Britney. That is until she felt Britney tug her hand and looked up to find Britney giving her a serious look that proved to Quinn that Britney wasn't as stupid as her teachers claimed her to be. It was a pure knowing look born of compete competence of the situation. Britney understood. Britney always understood. The dancer pulled her hands away from Quinn and patted her lap. Quinn heeded Britney's gentle command and laid down on the carpet, resting her head in Britney's lap. As soon as Quinn cushioned her head upon Britney's silky thighs, Britney threaded her fingers through Quinn's thin hair and began playing with her to sooth the older blonde.

"You really like Rachie huh?" Quinn hummed her positive response, her brain turning to mush under her sisters sweet attention.

"Are you afraid your gonna love her like you loved Jen and Daddy is gonna catch you again?" Quinn's eyes popped open and her body went tense, just hearing her ex's name making her break out with all encompassing fear. The bruises still coloring her alabaster back began burning a little hotter with the reminder of what had happened. Quinn curled her fingers around Britney's calf and gripped it tightly, a little whimper of fear falling from her parted lips. Britney responded in kind, soothing Quinn's hair back in an almost petting motion and hushing the blond quietly.

"He'll…he'll kill me B. If he finds out, he'll murder me."

Britney frowned deeply and gripped the nape of Quinn's neck lightly, running the pads of her fingers across the soft flesh in soothing circular motions, "No. He won't."

Quinn turned her head to stare up at Britney's stricken face, her hazel eyes wide. Quinn's red bow mouth pulled into a flat, trembling line when she felt tears burning behind her eyes again. Slowly Quinn nodded, the fingers gripping Britney's calf tightening a fraction, "Yes, he will. He told me so. Before we left. He got in my face and he grabbed the collar of my shirt and said 'If I ever find you kissing another girl or doing anything, even liking another girl, I'll kill you and make sure no one finds your body you filthy dyke'. He doesn't love me B, he just deals with me to keep up the perfect Fabray image he loves so much. If he finds out that I….that I like Rachel…he'll kill me."

Britney's mouth tumbled open and the tears she had been fighting rolled down her cheeks in a steady flow, dripping from her chin to splatter on Quinn's forehead. Britney hadn't known that. She hadn't known her father threatened Quinn with her life. If she had, she never would have given the Berry sisters their phone numbers and endangered Quinn in such a way. Normally if someone threatened another person in such a way, a father threatening his daughter no less, the threat would become void due to disbelief of someone being capable of committing such a heinous act but this threat had come from Russell. Russell Fabray would kill his daughter in an instant and both his children knew that. Subconsciously Britney tightened her grip on her sister when she felt protective warmth well up inside her. She wouldn't let anything happen to Quinn. For once, Britney would take the beating for Quinn if worst came to worst. This time, Britney would take the beating she deserved and Quinn would be safe.

"It's going to be okay Q. I promise. I'll keep you safe. Nothing is gonna happen, I won't let Daddy hurt you." Britney returned her hand to her sisters hair and began petting the soft locks again, looking into Quinn's fathomless eyes through the blur of her tears, "I won't let him hurt you again."

A tightness enveloped Quinn's throat, forcing a sob to rip from her and loudly fill the room, "Oh Britney…You-"

"Shh. It's okay Q. Promise. I love you." Britney offered her sister a shaky smile, her dimples forcing the still falling tears to roll around her splayed lips. Quinn smiled back albeit smally and lacking any real enthusiasm. Then Quinn's phone vibrated. The sisters both turned their attention to the forgotten iPhone lighting up the denim of Quinn's pocket. The older sister let out a shaky breath and proceeded to dig her phone out of her pocket with trembling fingers.

"Oh god…it's Rachel." Despite Quinn's reluctance against befriending the gorgeous brunette butterflies filled Quinn's stomach and fluttered against her insides, their wingtips tickling her innards into anxious knots. Britney patted Quinn's forehead softly with an encouraging smile.

"Open it."

"Yeah…okay." Letting out another breath, Quinn touched the tip of her finger to the text filling the center of the screen.

Quinn? Are you alright?

Did I offend you?

Xo. R

A faint blush dusted Quinn's cheeks upon seeing Rachel's signature again, the same as it had been in all the other texts. The hug wasn't what warmed the blonde up, but the kiss. Above Quinn, Britney giggled making her sister's blush intensify and she scrambled away from Britney on her knees so she couldn't see her phone anymore. Quickly she tapped out a message for Rachel.

No you didn't. I was just speaking

with my sister. I have to come clean

about something though.

"Shut up B." Again Britney giggled.

"She totally likes you Quinnie."

Quinn hugged her phone to her chest and shot Britney a glare that held no real malice, "Okay first, don't call me that. I hate it. Second of all…" Quinn ducked her head and pulled her phone away from herself to read the message again, smiling smally at the 'Xo' tacked in front of the R, "Do you really think she likes me?"

Britney moved to sit on her knees, nodding vigorously with mirth shining in her eyes and a megawatt smile, "Oh totally! She digs you. You should totally flirt with her."

Quinn stopped smiling stupidly at the screen of her phone to frown in confusion and look up her sister, having the common sense to be slightly embarrassed about what she was about to admit, "Flirt? I….don't really know…I can't flirt B."

Britney giggled affectionately, reaching over to pat Quinn's thigh lightly, "Yeah you can. She'll like it I promise."

"No B…I…what I mean is, I don't know how to flirt. I've never-" Quinn paused mid speech to glance down at her phone vibrating in her hand, "-flirted before."

What is it?

Xo. R

Britney drew her blond brows down low in confusion, her head tilted to the side, casting her bangs to splay across her forehead, "You don't know how?"

Quinn blushed fiercely, so fierce her neck and chest flushed a deep red to match the color of her burning cheeks. The older sister shook her head no, reaching up to tuck a strand of her behind her ear self consciously. Britney giggled, clasping her hands together girlishly and rested her chin on her knuckles.

I wasn't the one who wrote that note.

My sister did that. I'm sorry. Do you still

want to talk to me now?

"Q! Your so cute. Didn't you ever flirt with Jen?" Again Quinn tensed hearing her ex's name though this time the blond controlled her emotions not to let herself fall back into such dark thoughts. Instead Quinn just smiled sheepishly, shrugging her shoulders lightly.

"Not really. She would always flirt with me but whenever I tried to flirt back I'd freeze up and word vomit something stupid. The closest thing I think I got to flirting was saying she had a nice smile. But I don't think that's flirting…is it?" Britney shook her head, smiling fondly at her sisters fading blush and demure posture. Britney had never known her intimidating, badass, commanding sister to be so mousy about anything. Turns out the fierce Quinn Fabray had a weakness after all. Who knew it would turn out to be flirting with pretty girls?

Giving Quinn another cheeky grin, Britney slid across the carpet to sit beside her sister and lay her head on Quinn's shoulder, "It's super easy Quinn. I'll teach you."

"Teach…me? Oh god, this is so embarrassing!" The iPhone vibrated again, Rachel's name displayed in bold black in the center of the screen.

"It is not. Open it! And then I'll show you how to flirt."

"Oh god."

Of course I still want to text you Quinn!

Your…well beautiful. Probably the prettiest

girl I've ever met. And your really nice and

smart. And you don't use text speak!

That's incredibly important to me. I simply loathe

text speak. It's numbing the minds of our

generation!

Also don't be sorry. You did nothing wrong.

We knew Britney had wrote the letter.

Her writing is far to similar to how she speaks.

Bubbly.

Xo. R

One couldn't pry the grin from Quinn's face with a crowbar if they tried, "She rambling. In a text. That's….the cutest thing I've ever seen."

Britney jabbed Quinn's side with locked fingers, dragging hazel eyes from the screen to Britney's smiling face, "She totes called you pretty."

Quinn's eyes widened comically, as if just registering this factor, "Oh my god she did! Do I flirt now!? What do I say!?"

Britney patted Quinn's arm, giving her a motherly look, "Calm down. Flirting is super easy. Just type exactly what you felt when you read what Rachie wrote."

Quinn tapped her thumb against the neon blue case of her phone nervously, pondering how she would go about that, "What…do you mean B?"

"Well when you read Rachie's text, what was the first thing you thought about?"

"That I was really happy she still wants to talk to me and that she's crazy because she's way prettier than me and that her rambling is cute." Britney tilted her head as she listened to her sister speak and when Quinn finished the younger blonde clacked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and gave a short nod.

"Just put that then."

"Just…that?"

"Yeah."

"That will be…okay?"

"Yup! Do it!"

"Okay…"

I'm glad to hear that you enjoy

talking to me because I also enjoy

talking to you. You're a little crazy though

or half blind because you think I'm the

prettiest girl you've ever seen. You clearly

don't own a mirror. And I find that you ramble through

text to be incredibly endearing.

"How's this?" Quinn showed her sister the text after she had sent it, silently praying it was right and she didn't just make herself look like a jackass.

Britney cooed upon reading the text, reaching over to squish her sister in a bone crushing hug, "Aweh! Quinn that was perfect! So cute! You did so good! You're a flirter! Next time add an X and an O like Rachie!"

Quinn blushed darkly, sinking into Britney's hug to hide herself, "You think?"

Britney hummed appreciatively, placing a loving kiss atop Quinn's head, "For sure. Trust me, this is totes my thing. I know whats up. She is totally gonna fall for you!"

"Oh my god B! I don't….I mean….I'm barely keeping myself from freaking out just texting her. I don't know if I can handle her falling for me!"

Britney shook her head, defying everything Quinn had just said, "Nope! You two are gonna fall in love and get married and have cute little babies that will love me more because I'm totally awesomer than you will ever be. Sorry Quinn but its true. I know 'cause I see the future."

Quinn chucked quietly, resting her head in the cleft of Britney's shoulder, "You do, do you?"

"Yup!"

"Okay, Medium Britney, if you see the future, tell me who proposes to who?" Britney stuck her tongue out a little when she tilted her head and thought it over.

"Rachel does."

Quinn gasped indignantly and pulled away from Britney to give her a glare, "I don't propose!?"

"Nope."

"And why not?"

Britney laid a comforting hand on Quinn's shoulder, as if she were consoling her sister for being the girl in the foreseen relationship, "Because your gonna freak out about wanting it to be perfect and Rachel is gonna get tired of waiting and just tell you that you have to marry her and you have no choice. So you say yes 'cause your whipped and you love her."

Quinn opened her mouth to argue but snapped it shut when she realized she had no rebuttal that could refute what Britney had said. So she sat and stewed with her arms crossed while Britney grinned at her sister. Just when Quinn thought of something to say, her phone vibrated deterring any logical thought from slipping past her lips other than a whispered, "I'm not whipped.".

You…find my rambling to be…an attractive

trait? Oh gosh. Oh gosh. How…I

don't even know how to respond to that. Your

so sweet Quinn. Though I don't know how you

found me so attractive when I was still

in my PJ's when we met. Hardly attractive.

…Your so very charming Quinn…

…I think I may be developing a crush.

Xoxo. R.

Quinn smiled broadly and showed the text to Britney, earning a high five from her sister. Before the shorter blonde could respond to Rachel's previous text, she received another.

Fuck I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that

I'm often told I come on way to strong

and I'm a bit crazy over these kinds of

things-maters of the heart- and I'll be honest

I can be. I've probably scared you off now. I'm so

sorry Quinn. I realize it's far to soon

to admit an attraction of such caliber

after only just meeting a few hours ago.

I'll understand if you don't want to text me

anymore.

R.

For the first time since texting Rachel, Quinn frowned.

Rachel. Relax. Your being way to cute. It

wasn't to soon I promise. Because if it

is then I probably shouldn't admit that I

reciprocate your feelings. I mean…I had my

sister teach me how to flirt just so I could. With you.

I'm not sure I've done well and I'm not even

sure she actually taught me how…actually

I'm feeling swindled and confused. Oh. Shit.

You've given me 'The Rambling' via text.

Cyber virus.

As an after thought-For your information, cursing

is totally hot.

Xo. Q

"Well….that was absolutely terrifying. Britney! What have I done!?" Quinn dropped her phone onto the carpet, shoulders tense, body prone, and eyes wide enough to make the moon jealous. Britney glanced up from the drawing she had been working on when Quinn came in and had crawled back over to when Quinn had become absorbed in texting Rachel. She tilted her hair and examined her sisters body posture and frowned when she deduced that Quinn had crawled back into her metaphorical shell.

"What's up Q-Bear?" Britney set her colored pencil on her pad and sat up straighter, folding her hands in her lap.

"I did something stupid." Quinn kept her head down as she spoke, her eyes fixed on her vibrating phone laying screen down in the carpet. Britney didn't ignore the fact Quinn didn't pick up her phone nor check the incoming message.

"Did you tell her she smells funny?"

Quinn's nose scrunched up but she still kept her head down, "No. Why would I say that? Did she smell funny?"

"No. But that could be something stupid you did."

"Oh."

Britney sat patently waiting for Quinn to go into an elaborate explanation of what she had done wrong but when Quinn offered nothing Britney let out a huff of irritation and, in the moment, picked up her pencil and tossed at her sisters head. The yellow pencil bounced off the side of Quinn's head and, much to Britney's delight, rolled back within her reach. Quinn, however, wasn't nearly as pleased with the pencil being thrown considering it had been her head that it had bounced off. The miffed blonde finally lifted her head to shoot daggers in Britney's direction. The bubbly dancer deflected the dirty look with a megawatt smile that melted Quinn into a compliant puddle.

"What did you do?"

Quinn slumped over in a defeated manner, muttering into the carpet she had buried her face in, "I told her I liked her. And that I thought her cussing was hot. And you totally didn't teach me how to flirt because I just word vomited stupid things!"

Britney giggled quietly, earning her another mean look from her sister that she shirked off and bent over to continue coloring, "Oh Quinn. Your cute. Just respond to her text and don't worry so much. I already told you, I'm going to keep you safe from Daddy. Nothing is going to happen. Not this time. Your gonna find you true love and your gonna live happily ever after! And I'm gonna have tons of fun sexy times with her sister!"

Quinn's face scrunched up pure disgust and groaned loudly into the carpet, reaching up to cover her ears and shake her head, "B! Need to know! I didn't need to know that! You're my sweet, innocent sister who doesn't have sex with anyone especially with the sister of the girl I like! Okay?"

Britney tapped the end of her pencil against her chin, "Okay. But I still get to have sexy times with San?"

Quinn rolled her eyes and picked her phone up again to open Rachel's text, "Just as long you don't tell me a single detail before or after you do it."

"Okay!" Britney chirped happily.

Quinn! I don't normally use such vulgarity!

In fact I chastise Santana about her use of it

all the time. Even if you find it…attractive…

I can't permit it. That doesn't, however, change

the fact that you're absolutely perfect. I'm sorry

I gave you my virus. However I find that you

ramble to be endearing too. Also that you asked

Britney to teach you to how to flirt just so that you

could flirt with me. If it makes you feel better,

My sister thinks we're sexting.

Xo. R

"Britney! Quinnie! It's time for dinner!" Both girls looked towards the doorway through which they heard their mothers disembodied voice paging them. Both of them paled considerably knowing that they would have to now go downstairs and sit at a table with their father for the next 20 minutes eating something probably entirely inedible.

"Be down in a sec Mom!" Quinn hollered back for the both of them so that Britney would have time to put her things away.

"Hurry up! Before dinner gets cold and your father becomes upset with you!"

"Yes Mom!"

Why does your sister think we're sexting?

And believe me, I'm not perfect.

Xo. Q

Quinn pushed her iPhone into her pocket just after setting the phone on silent. It was one of Russell's rules that phones were not allowed at the dinner table yet Quinn had no desire to tell Rachel this or stop texting the pixie sized brunette even if it terrified her to do so. Basically Quinn was torn in two halves. Quinn part one wanted nothing to do with Rachel because that girl endangered not only her life but Britney's as well. Part two Quinn, however, had the stronger pull over Quinn as a whole because Part two Quinn was the part of her that had become strongly attracted to Rachel already. That part of Quinn couldn't care less about the dangers or Russell's rules about phones. That part of Quinn convinced her to set her phone on silent so that when she got Rachel's text she'd see the phone light up and could text the brunette back under the table. Granted she was taking a massive risk but Part one of Quinn just couldn't quite overpower Part two.

Her phone lit up a small swatch of fabric where her pocket was but no vibrations or sounds came from the phone, pleasing Part two but still not convincing Part one that this was a good idea.

Because I keep blushing. She is

convinced that normal texts wouldn't

make someone blush so much unless it is

a sext.

Xo. R

Quinn discretely did a small victory fist pump upon reading that she was making the brunette blush. She glanced up to check on Britney, who was just finishing packing her things away and was slipping on 'dinner appropriate' pants since Russell made a rule about 'no shorts at the dinner table' after Britney came down for dinner in a pair of bright pink spanks. She quickly typed out a response to Rachel before Britney finished dressing and they head downstairs for part 3 of 3 out of the most dreaded parts of the Fabray sisters day.

Perhaps these are sexts and I'm trying to charm

my way into your pants. You may unknowingly

be participating in the saucy act of sexts.

Xo. Q

"I'm ready Q-Bear. Lets go." Quinn gave her sister an elevator look, checking her attire for any flaws their father might find, but Britney had been smart enough to slip on loose fitting jeans and pull her hair back into a tight ponytail to match Quinn's. Nodding approvingly Quinn gestured towards the stairs.

The Fabray sisters walked briskly downstairs, backs straight, and parallel to one another the way their father liked them to enter rooms. Since they were toddlers Russell had been training them to his specifications on how to walk, how to talk, what to wear, when to wear it, and most importantly, to never disobey him. They could almost be compared to soldiers who had grown up in boot camp with a drill instructor for a father and should they disobey him, they were punished closely to what young soldiers would be. Brutally.

Russell was already seated at the head of the table with his wife serving him when the girls entered the dining room. He scowled when he noticed their presence, sending tendrils of fear to crawl up both girls spines but he said nothing except to tell them to sit. They took their designated places across from one another, Quinn beside her mother who sat on Russell's left, and Britney who sat on Russell's right. No one spoke as Judy bustled around the table to lay dishes in front of her children and hurry back into the kitchen to come out with a tray of drinks. A scotch for Russell, of course. Wine for Judy, of course. And water for the sisters, as usual. Once the plates and drinks were dolled out Judy resumed her seat on her husbands left and placed her folded hands in her lap, waiting. Both sisters followed their mothers lead, folding their hands politely in their lap and with their backs so straight they didn't even touch the back of the chair while they waited.

Russell looked from all the faces of his girls over the brim of his scotch, a pleased grunt escaping his lips, "Quinn."

The princesses esque blonde turned her head to her father and dipped her chin politely, "Yes Father?"

The man set his glass down and folded his hands upon the table in front of the plate of stroganoff and buttered rye bread, "Say grace."

"Yes Father," Quinn nodded politely and bowed her head, eyes falling closed in preparation for prayer, "Dear heavenly Father, I ask that you bless this food that we are to partake of and I thank you for giving us this chance to eat together under your watchful eye. Father, I thank you for the blessing we are to receive and I thank you for all that which you give without taking. Amen." There was a chorus of mumbled amen's that followed before the clanking of forks on plates could be heard. For the most part no one spoke or when they did, Quinn didn't really pay attention. Mostly it was her father talking about his new work and the stuff he already had to do tonight as well as his needing to locate them a church to attend on regular Sundays. Quinn was just waiting for her pocket to light up again, with each dainty bite she took of her dinner and dab against her lips with her napkin, Quinn would glance down at the pocket of her jeans until she saw the tell tale light illuminating the fabric. The teen glanced at her father and mother before discretely slipping her cellphone from her pocket and rested it on her thigh to open Rachel's text. A small happy smile lit up her face when she read it.

Well if it is your attempt to flatter your

way into my pants then, Quinn Fabray, I can

honestly say that its going to work for you.

Your quite the charmer, you have me nearly

swooning off the bed over here.

Xo. R

"Quinn." The blonde paused with her finger hovering above the send button of her typed up response to Rachel, looking up at her father with a lump lodged in her throat. Had he seen her?

"Yes Father?" Quinn watched, repulsed, as her father shoved another mouthful of food into his mouth. The man may have been big on manners and forcing said manners down his children's throats but he was the Hypocrite of hypocrites when it came to practicing his own rules.

"You haven't forgotten that you are not to come out of your room tomorrow until you've completed at least 6 of your modules for your schoolwork on your computer right?" Quinn barely contained her relived sigh at her fathers question. He hadn't seen. She cast a glance down at her phone to hit send and lock the screen.

If you swoon off the bed, I guess

I'll have to be there to catch you. I can

do that you know. I was a cheerleader. I'm

pretty strong.

Xo. Q

"Yes of course Father. I remember." Quinn took a small bite of her mothers cooking, wiping her lips as she starting chewing and dropping her hand in her lap that wasn't holding her fork aloft.

Russell grunted and reached for his scotch glass only to find it empty, a dissatisfied look encompassing his features, "Brittney."

The bubbly teen lifted her head to look at her father, wearily once she noticed a scotch glass in his hand identical to the one he had broken across her sisters skull earlier that day, "Yes Father?"

The head Fabray thrust his empty glass in Britney's direction causing the youngest Fabray to flinch out of instinct. Quinn sunk her nails into her thigh under table in an attempt to rein in her anger when she saw how her father relished in seeing his daughter flinch away from him.

"Fill this back up. And refill your mothers drink as well. Don't spill a drop, you hear me?"

Britney nodded smally and rose from her chair with regal poise to collect both her fathers and her mothers drinking glass before disappearing into the kitchen. Quinn watched her go until she disappeared then dropped her eyes back to her phone, awaiting Rachel's next text. A couple of moments passed in silence save for the sound of forks clinking against fine china and the distant sound of Britney pouring drinks. Then Quinn's phone lit as well as her eyes.

Is that so? The beautiful, perfect, cheerleader type?

Well, your obviously the very type every queer

girl dreams of. How did I become so lucky?

Xo. R

When Britney swept back into the room with her parents drinks, the silence was finally broken with Judy's hushed thanks for the refill and Russell's complaint about it taking Britney to long. The dancer had merely apologized in a submissive tone and reclaimed her seat, going back to her blan dinner. Russell slurped at his scotch and chewed loudly on his bread. Judy didn't eat much but finished her large glass of wine within moments of Britney bringing it to her. That worried Quinn. Her mother had already drank quite a bit today, she could tell from the way her mother was swaying in her seat and if she wasn't eating anything she was sure to get sick even with her bodies accumulated dependence on alcohol. Sure Judy had never really done anything to stop the abuse and yes, Judy was a worthless drunk, but she was still Quinn's mother and Quinn still loved her dearly. Unlike Russell. Quinn hated Russell.

I don't know. I guess you can thank Britney

for being crazy enough to give you my

phone number and for you being stupid enough

to actually text me. You crazy, beautiful girl.

Would it be forward of me to tell you

that I would very much like to see you again?

Xo. Q

"Quinn. Britney." Russell stood from the table, wiping his chin and dropping his napkin atop his empty plate.

Both girls nodded and spoke simultaneously, "Yes Father?"

Russell beamed at his children for being in tune to his orders, "Clean the table then go to bed. Be up early to start your work and don't forget I want 6 modules done. You can eat once your finished. I don't care how long it takes. Am I clear?"

"Yes Father." With that, Russell made his exit towards the foyer which led to his study on the furthest end of the house. Britney slumped in her chair, eyes falling closed once she no longer had to pretend for him. Quinn looked over her mother, noticing the woman had begun swaying so fiercely she was nearly toppling out of her chair. It was as Quinn had feared, her mother was sloppy drunk. A sigh escaped her lips.

"B?" The dancers eyes popped open to regard Quinn who had stood up and moved behind their mothers chair.

"Yeah Sis?"

"I'm going to help Mom into bed. Can you do the table please? I promise I'll do it next time." Britney smiled sweetly and stood, already collecting the plates, "'Course Sis. No problem. Night Mom, Love you."

Judy looked up at her taller daughter through hazy eyes, raising a hand to reach out for Britney. The dancer knew what her mother was searching for and aided her by leaning across the table and grabbing her mothers wrist gently to guide the woman's hand to her face. When Judy felt Britney's cheek beneath her palm the woman smiled and patted her daughters cheek lovingly.

"Goodnight my Darling. I love you, you know that don't you? I do. Sleep well."

"I know Mamma." Britney pulled herself back and gave Quinn a look, "I'll be up later when I'm done okay?"

Quinn merely nodded her response and leaned down to loop an arm under her mothers shoulders and hoist her mother to her feet. Judy looped an arm around her daughters waist and leaned into her child, needing the younger blond for support more than she was willing to voice. Quinn just bore it, bore her mothers weight and the mental weight of having to tote her drunk ass mother to bed for the night. She knew her pocket was alight and silently was apologizing to Rachel for not responding right away.

After struggling for awhile Quinn reached her parents room and kicked the door opening with her foot, half carrying half dragging her nearly unconscious mother to her plush California king size. Once at the edge of the bed on the side Judy slept on Quinn reached down and hooked an arm under her mothers knees to lift the woman and lay her out on the bed. Judy flopped around slowly to search for her favorite pillow while Quinn gently removed her mothers heels strapped to her small feet. Quinn dropped the expensive shoes onto the floor beside the bed and reached over to pull the bedspread open for her mother to climb under, pulling the blankets up to the elder blonde's chin when she was settled in.

"Night Mamma." Quinn turned to leave, not expecting a response as she normally didn't receive such warm goodnights like Britney received from Judy, but was quite shocked when she felt Judy's grip on her slender wrist stop her. Hazel eyes rounded to stair down into a matching set peering up at her from the comfort of a lavish bed.

"Goodnight baby. I'm…sorry. I didn't give you a very good life and I'm sorry." Then Judy's touch dropped away and the elder Fabray's breathing slowed into the rhythm of one slumbering. Quinn took a few moments to compose herself, trying not to cry. Her mother never spoke to her that way, with tenderness and love.

Instead of responding Quinn just pulled her phone from her pocket and hurried to her room so that she could flop on her bed and text Rachel until she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer.

Okay so that's the update for today guys. Review, review and let me know what you think! Faberry will progress rather fast paced in this story I think because I have no patience or attention span to speak of and I don't like waiting anymore than you guys do.

Awesome One, over and out.