Quinn and Judy walked into the living room where Judy sat in front of the girls, Quinn taking the open spot next to Rachel. The starlit immediately grabbed the blonde's hand and rested her head on the other girl's shoulder. She may have not be awake long, but Rachel had a very restless sleep and it was taking its toll.
"Rachel?" Judy called, noticing the girl's eye lids begin to drop.
"Yes ma'am?" Rachel whispered, afraid of making a bad impression. She didn't want to never be invited back or be told to go home where she would be all alone. Though she was starting to believe that Quinn would never allow such a thing.
"Have you told the police what happened?" Judy asked softly. Warm chocolate eyes snapped to Quinn.
"You told her?" Rachel gasped.
"I had too! She can help." Quinn defended, keeping Rachel's hand tightly in her grasp, though Rachel wasn't fighting her on it.
"You…I could have handled all of this." Rachel whispered.
"Sweetie, you need us. We want to help you, we have been over this, my mom is an added bonus in this mix of crazy." Quinn replied, hoping to ease the girl's fears.
"Rachel, an adult definitely needed to be told, I know Santana's sister helped last night, but she isn't around now. I am. So first question, did Finn Hudson do this?" Judy asked, she was going to get as much information as possible so the brunette wouldn't have to speak to the police all that long.
"Yes." Rachel softly replied, curling closer to Quinn, needing the sense of security that came with inhaling her spring like smell.
"You were at the Puckerman's for Noah's party?" Judy clarified. Rachel shook her head yes. "Ok."
Judy went on asking Rachel every question that she thought the police would want an answer too. When she had everything down and affirmed, Judy called the police. They came immediately and listened as Judy explained what happened. When it was time for Rachel to give her statement, Quinn stayed right next to her, hands still firmly grasped together.
Things seemed to be going ok, the police were going to get the lab work from Jess, and just double check everything matched to Finn. Rachel was beginning to think she would be safe, that Finn wouldn't get away with what he did.
"Captain? What are you doing here?" A cop asked after finishing his talk with Rachel.
"I want to know why I was told my nephew Finn Hudson is going to be charged with rape." Captain Hudson replied, turning to glare at Rachel.
Immediately that sense of security and the feeling that everything would be ok disappeared like some cruel joke.
Puck pulled up to the Hudson's old house, it had yet to sell, but Carol didn't want to wait to move in with Burt, and then they were married. The house was left behind, along with a lot of memories for all the Glee boys sans Kurt and Blaine.
"You think he is here?" Matt asked, ready for action.
"I don't know where else he would go." Puck admitted. "If he isn't then I don't know where to look."
"Uh just wondering, who has Beth right now?" Mike asked.
When Beth was born many people found it odd how quickly Mike, of all people, became protective of the child. Puck was the only one who knew the story that backed up the reasoning for it, and because of that quickly asked Quinn to name Mike Godfather. Quinn was caught off guard, but did as requested since she had picked the Godmother. When Quinn asked why Mike was so wrapped around Beth's tiny finger Puck finally decided to explain. As it turned out when Mike was in third grade he had a little sister, Caroline. Caroline was a happy little kid, an as cute as could be. One day when she and Mike were walking to school, Caroline in kindergarten, an SUV skidded on some ice and ran into both kids. Mike had a broken leg and some bruises, but Caroline didn't even make it to the hospital. He blamed himself for the death of his little sister, so when Beth was born he saw it as a way to payback his sister. He was going to keep Beth safe, no matter what. After Quinn heard the story she went up to Mike and hugged him tightly, telling him there was no other man that could perform the duties of a Godfather then him.
"She is with my Mom right now. I told her Rachel was going through a tough time and with her parents not home, I was helping. I will most likely take her back to Quinn tonight though." Puck answered, smiling a small smile, the first in what seemed like forever.
The three boys climbed down from Puck's truck and moved to the front door. Internally all three debated on knocking, but in the end Puck tried the knob, and grinned when he was able to push the door open. Inside the place was trashed, there were beer bottles, empty stronger liquor bottles, and random pills all over the ground. All three boys walked in with raised eyebrows wondering what had changed there goofy dim witted friend to such a booze hound.
"Do you here that?" Matt asked.
"The loud ass snoring? Who can't?" Mike laughed leading the way to the bedroom where the obnoxious sound was coming from.
Puck kicked the bedroom door open, startling Finn awake. The scare was enough to send the abnormally tall boy tumbling to the floor.
"Ow." Finn groaned, sitting up and rubbing his head. "Puck what was that for?"
"Excuse me, did you just say Finn Hudson was your nephew?" Santana asked, trying to hold in her anger. Of course Finn would have a connection as strong as his uncle being the chief of police.
"Yea, is that a problem?" Joseph Hudson asked.
"Well ya, seeing as the punk raped my friend here, it is!" Santana yelled, losing her control.
"S, relax. Remember yelling doesn't get you anywhere. It is what Bert and Ernie said last week." Brittany soothed, placing a hand on the hot headed Latina.
"Right you expect me to believe that Finn, Finn Hudson, raped someone?" Joe asked amused, he knew the allegation was strong and had no humor in it what so ever, but they were talking about Finn. Finn barley understood how milk came out of a cow, into a jug, and then on his cereal.
"We don't just expect you to believe, we insist." Quinn replied with an overly sugary sweet smile.
"Evidence?" Joe asked in a bored tone. He hated when cheerleaders tried to get their names in the paper for publicity.
"Uh hello! Bruised up girl with broken ribs and wrist right there!" Santana spit out, pointing to Rachel who now had silent tears running down her face.
When Quinn saw the tears, it just about broke her heart. The poor brunette was trying to be strong while the police, the people who were supposed to protect and serve were calling her a liar.
"I am taking Rachel upstairs. If you don't believe us, call Jessica Lopez at Hamilton Clinic, the one right outside of town. She took evidence last night." Quinn growled, standing up with Rachel leaning into her for support. Slowly the girls made their way out of the living room and up the stairs.
"Walking used to be easier." Rachel hissed out.
"Well broken ribs changes that." Quinn replied with a smile.
"Does Santana always get that protective?" Rachel asked.
Quinn thought over her answer as she opened her bedroom door and led Rachel to the bed, helping her put her feet up and rest her head against the headboard. In a way Rachel was right, Santana was very protective, but only of the people she cared about. Because Quinn loved Rachel, Santana cared for her, and would do anything to keep her safe from here on out. Quinn wasn't sure how to explain that without Rachel thinking she was lying. Trust was still a huge issue for the super singer.
"Santana…ok I don't know how to really word this, Santana cares for you, and because well I care about you." Quinn stumbled out, smiling as Rachel pulled her onto the bed next to her, where the girl immediately rested her head on the blonde's shoulder while grabbing her fingers to play with. Rachel reminded Quinn of a little kid sometimes, her innocence was astounding.
"You care?" Rachel asked softly.
"I have been telling you all night that I do." Quinn whispered. "I know you don't trust me-"
Rachel quickly cut the blonde off, she needed to say something while she had the nerve. "I do trust you. I was thinking about when you were talking to your mom. I realized that if I was going to get through this then I needed to lean on some people for support…and I don't have friends to lean on. Then I remembered you staying with me all night, holding me during nightmares, playing with my hair when I was crying…just being there. That is more then even my parents do. I am worried you will realize I am not worth the time, but I have always believed in second chances, so I am giving all three of you one."
"Wow." Quinn breathed out. It was always shocking to see Rachel lay her thoughts out, to see her place her heart on her sleeve where she knew at any moment it could be crushed.
"Yea." Rachel replied just as quietly.
"You are quite the girl Rachel Berry." Quinn said, looking into the deep chocolate eyes of the brunette.
"I am just me." Rachel answered, a little embarrassed.
"And you are amazing." Quinn argued lightly.
"I am not really." Rachel disagreed.
"Are you kidding?" Quinn asked shocked, how could this girl not know how amazing she was?
"Quinn, if I am so amazing, then why am I being punished? What did I do that was so horrible that made Finn hurt me so badly?" Rachel cried out, her voice filled with so much anguish and pain.
Quinn closed her eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. She knew Rachel would blame herself. People always called the tiny diva selfish, and in some ways she was, but in others she was the most selfless person in the world. Sure she wanted solos and all the spot light, but if anyone ever needed help, Rachel was there in a second. Quinn wondered who had been there for Rachel before last night. How much had the girl dealt with when no one was by her side?