A/N: Right, here's a quicker update, I'm finally getting back into it =] This chapter was pretty fun to write and so I hope you enjoy it. I'd just like to say thanks to Love-Knows-No-Boundaries for her epic suggestion, I like it and if I don't include it in this story, which I think I will, then it'll definitely be posted as at least a one shot. Anyway, here we go.

Quinn's heart had quickened as she drove home, after being delayed at Rachel's her parents were sure to know she hadn't been at home and of course her dad would know she'd been at the Berry's, even if it wasn't true he'd still think it was where she'd been, he never trusted anyone especially not his daughters. The car rolled up onto the infamous driveway to accompany the huge showy car of her parents. Quinn gulped, she was screwed. She patted the steering wheel before her.

"It's been nice knowing you; hopefully my dad'll sell you to someone nice." Quinn pulled out the keys and pocketed them before opening her door and cautiously getting out onto the cold concrete drive. She made her way to the door and after one final breath opened the door and awaited her father's yells.

"Quinn Rebecca Fabray! Where the hell have you been?" the blond cringed as her father's form appeared through the frame of the lounge door.

"Out." She replied as casually as possible however her voice came out weak and cracked.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that, I know where you've been, you've been at that Berry girl's house!" he accused mercilessly. He looked expectantly at Quinn waiting for her to admit it however his daughter remained silent. "Tell me where you were Quinn!"

"It's Rachel dad, I was at Rachel's house!" she admitted a little stronger than before.

"I don't care what she's called! How dare you go behind mine and you mother's backs! You were supposed to be at church Quinn, not talking to the daughter of the abominations."

"They're not abominations! They're just normal people I don't see why everyone has to treat them so differently." Quinn spat back with clenched fists, the guilt of Rachel's past words still weighing down on her.

"They're treated differently because they are sinners in the eyes of the Lord, we should not be encouraging their kind of disgusting lifestyle! You know that Quinn, how could you go against the word of God!"

"I haven't gone against the words of God! I was taught to love everyone the same and not to judge people by God!" Quinn shot back, the anger had already ignited a fire in her stomach and she wasn't prepared to back down. Her father seemed to be stumped as to a come back to her previous words and so resorted into stamping down his authority. Quinn almost felt triumphant until her sentence was read out.

"You're grounded for 3 months and I'm taking away your car, if I hear that you've so much as looked at that Berry girl again then you're grounded until graduation!"

"What!"

"You heard me young lady now get up to your room! We're going to confessions tomorrow so you can apologise to God for what you've done!"

"I haven't done any-"

"Give me your car keys!" Russell demanded reaching out his huge hand to his shell-shocked daughter.

"You can't take away my car." Quinn said indignantly.

"I bought it for you and until you learn to respect my rules then you won't enjoy any of the rewards that come with them!"

"How am I supposed to get to school?"

"Walk!"

"It's on the other side of town!"

"You should have thought about that before you disobeyed me!"

Quinn stared in shock at her father before pulling out her keys, her father snatched them from her hand and placed them in the key pot knowing full well his daughter wouldn't steal them from under his nose. His trust in her cowardice annoyed Quinn no end. "Now get up to your room, I don't want to see you for the rest of the day!" Quinn obeyed knowing arguing was futile. She made it up to her room and slammed her door in irritation before reaching into her pocket and pulling out her cell phone, she was glad she'd saved up to buy her own phone.

She skimmed through her contacts until she found Rachel's number and pressed the call button, her dad was probably already pouring his first drink of the day and she needed to hear the brunette's voice.

"Quinn?" came the familiar yet concerned voice of the diva.

"Rachel" the name came out as more of a sigh of relief than a greeting.

"Are you okay Quinn? Has your dad done anything to you?" the girl asked quickly.

"Of course not, he's a closed minded biggot but even he's not that stupid, he took away my car though and I'm grounded for 3 months, oh and I'm not allowed to look at you ever again." Quinn played it off as nothing.

"Oh" Rachel sounded disheartened which made Quinn's heart sink slightly.

"I guess I'll just have to wear a blindfold around you." The smile came through in her voice and the soft tinkle of laughter came through her receiver which made Quinn's smile grow. "Are your dads back yet?" she asked after the laughter had subsided.

"No they won't get back until late, I think they're going out for dinner together."

"I wish I'd remembered about this lunch then you wouldn't have been alone this evening." Quinn said as more of a thought to herself.

"I'll be fine, I have some work to do for tomorrow so I suppose it's good, I won't have any distractions."

"I'm a distraction?" Quinn asked with a smirk.

"A good one" Rachel replied which made Quinn's smirk turn into a large smile.

"I'm glad to hear it, but unfortunately I won't be able to be a good distraction at the weekend for a while."

"Oh how will I survive?" Rachel said dramatically sending them into a bout of laughter.

"Ok, ok no need to be sarcastic anyway I should go. See you, well hear you tomorrow." Quinn said happily.

"Bye Quinn." The blond smiled as they hung up setting her phone down on her desk she pulled out her laptop and began working on the history essay she had to give in tomorrow. She'd finished it by about seven and was just beginning to wonder what she'd do about dinner, her parents were probably pretty out of it by now so she could probably go down and see what was going in the kitchen. While having this inner monologue her phone vibrated with a text from Santana, Quinn picked up her phone and opened the message.

Party at Puck's if ur interested? S

Quinn looked up from her phone and wandered to the window. It was pretty dark already; a clear night and he stars were just starting to make an appearance in the deep huge autumn sky. She could go, she wanted to go, it'd be a chance to let lose a bit although the consequences would be pretty awful if her parents decided to check on her and couldn't find her although the likely hood of that happening was very low.

Sure, see you there Q x

The response was typed and sent before she'd thought it through properly. Quinn pocketed her phone and opened her door carefully. The usual sounds of Fox news and the clinking of glass streamed into her ear and she made her way silently downstairs. She glanced at the key pot and hesitated for a second, if she took her keys then it'd be obvious that she'd gone out but she hated the assumed power her dad had over her and taking the keys would show him that she wasn't a push over, that and the fact that Puck's house was a 40 minute walk and it was cold and dark outside.

Quinn grabbed the keys and made her way out of the door thankful that her house was as big as it was or else her parents would be sure to have heard the door shut. She got in her car and prayed the engine sound wouldn't alert her parents to the fact she was sneaking out and thankfully her prayers appeared to be answered as she got onto the street and down the road seemingly undetected. For once her parents alcohol problem seemed to be a blessing.

Puck's house was across town and Rachel's house was on the way so Quinn decided to turn up unannounced and ask her to the party, why not go all out and break every rule her dad had just set rather than just two. She pulled up onto the curb and ran up to the Berry's front door, ringing without hesitation.

"I didn't want you getting too much work done." Quinn smirked as the door swung open to reveal a very surprised looking Rachel.

"Quinn? I thought you were grounded?" the blond shrugged.

"There's a party at Puck's house and I wondered if you wanted to come?" Rachel looked slightly taken aback, this had been a most unexpected turn of events.

"It's a Sunday evening Quinn, we have school tomorrow."

"I'll bring you home early. It's only 7 now." Rachel still looked sceptical. "Come on, it'll be fun!" she reasoned.

"You're not even meant to be seeing me Quinn, you're going to be in so much trouble, you should go home before your parents realise you're out and crush your car or something." Quinn rolled her eyes and smirked.

"They're too drunk to notice I'm not around, they hardly notice me when they're sober." Quinn reached out her hand. "Come on, it'll be fun, I promise." Rachel looked torn she glanced back into her house and then back at Quinn.

"Let me get my shoes." She gave in with a sigh, Quinn's face split into a grin. "And you have to take me home at 11." She said while disappearing behind the door to grab some shoes and scrawl a quick note to her dads.

"Sure, sure, I'll get you back here at 11 on the dot I swear." Rachel rolled her eyes before grabbing her key and stepping out the house, locking the door behind her. Quinn opened the passenger door for the short brunette, which received another roll of the eyes, before climbing into the driver's seat and pulling away to Puck's house.

"How often does Puck have parties?" Rachel asked as they rounded the corner at the end of her street. Quinn shrugged.

"At least once a month, it depends when his mums out of town."

"Do you go to all of them?" Rachel asked with honest intrigue.

"Most of them, it's fun to let your hair down once in a while." Quinn replied whilst navigating her way round another block. They reached Puck's road after 2 minutes and pulled into a space on the now car lined curb. Quinn jumped out and went round to help Rachel out of the car.

"You're very chivalrous today Quinn." Rachel smiled.

"I try my best." They walked up to the house and opened the unlocked door, music was blaring out of the stereo in the lounge and people at varying stages of intoxication were milling around the small house, dancing, talking or grinding together. "Come on, lets get some drinks."

"You're driving Quinn and I don't drink." Rachel said in far too a serious tone for a party.

"Lighten up a bit, I'll only have one and I'm sure they'll be some alcohol free stuff somewhere." Quinn said as she grabbed Rachel's hand and pulled her through the crowds to the kitchen. "Hey B" Quinn called across the kitchen to the taller blond girl who was currently staring down the waste disposal hole. "Where's S?" she asked and the girl looked up and smiled at Quinn.

"Hey Q, she's dancing, I came in to get us some drinks but I dropped my bracelet down the hole." She pointed down the hole she'd just been staring down. "Hi Rachel, I didn't think you liked parties." She said cheerfully.

"Quinn dragged me here."

"You'll have a great time." Quinn said squeezing the hand she was still holding and smiling at the shorter girl. There was cough behind her as Santana entered the kitchen.

"Get a room Q!" she teased causing Rachel to wriggle out of her hand and go slightly red as Quinn glared at the Latina. "Where's the drinks B?" she asked after smirking at Quinn.

"I dropped my bracelet in the hole." She explained pointing once again to the sink.

"Why were you even near the waste disposal?" Santana asked with a raised eyebrow however the blond just shrugged in response. Quinn shook her head at her so called best friends and turned to a still blushing Rachel.

"What do you want?" she asked pointing to the drink laden worktop. Quinn grabbed herself a wine cooler and offered one to Rachel, "they taste just like fruit juice, you'd like it." She offered.

"May I remind you Quinn that we are both 16 and that it is illegal for us to consume alcohol!" she scolded.

"Sheesh, lighten up Berry!" Santana called across the kitchen. "I can't believe you actually like her Q." Quinn turned round and glared at her friend who just shrugged in response before going back to fishing out Brittany's bracelet from the waste disposal unit below the sink.

"Just try one, it'll make the night more fun."

"For you or Berry?" Santana smirked handing Brittany her newly recovered bracelet.

"S will you shut up, go get yourself a drink or dance or something!" she snapped turning to face the madly grinning Latina.

"Ah but it's so fun to tease you Q, but a drink and a dance would be good. Come on B, these two are boring." She said grabbing herself a beer and handing Brittany a wine cooler winked at Quinn before exiting the room. Quinn turned back to Rachel who was giving her a dubious look.

"Don't listen to S, she's always grumpy before her first drink. Speaking of first drinks, what'll it be?" she asked steering Rachel's gaze back to the selection of drinks.

"Just a water please"

"Oh come on, try it."

"Quinn, I'm already at a party against my better judgement on a Sunday night, I'll have a water please." Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Fine, be boring" she opened the fridge and pulled out a mineral water before opening her wine cooler and walking towards the source of the music. The longue was full to bursting point of teenage bodies jumping and rubbing against each other to the beat of some generic dance music, Quinn managed to find a sofa and remove it occupants so she and Rachel could sit down and have their drinks. Rachel looked slightly nervous as she gazed at the mass of bodies before her, she sipped slowly on her water as Quinn smiled warmly at her. "You're alright Rach, they're not going to hurt you." She teased, having to practically yell to be heard over the music. The girl just nodded weakly in response, Quinn shook her head and gulped down some more of her drink. She'd risked a lot to come to this party and she'd be damned if she didn't enjoy herself. After a few minutes Quinn had finished her drink. "Do you wanna dance?" she asked Rachel.

"What?" Rachel yelled back, Quinn leant closer to the girl and asked again.

"Dance?"

"No thanks Quinn, I'm fine sat here."

"Come on Rach, it's a party, everyone dances."

"Maybe later." Quinn sat back in her seat, before standing and motioning to her empty bottle.

"I'll be back in a minute." She pushed her way back into the kitchen leaving a nervous Rachel on the sofa clutching her mineral water. She grabbed two wine coolers and made her way back into the lounge, sitting down a bit closer to the brunette this time, the drink already starting to boost her confidence. She offered Rachel one of the drinks and yet again she refused. "I can't drink two Rach, you'll have to have one."

"Give it to someone else."

"Just try it! It's not like you're gonna die or anything." Quinn retorted holding the drink out Rachel.

"Fine!" she snapped taking the drink and trying a sip. Quinn smirked in triumph. Maybe she might actually get to dance after all.

"How is it?" Quinn asked with a smile.

"Fine" Quinn shook her head and leant back against the sofa to scan the crowd for any familiar faces. Puck was dancing against some unfortunate Cheerio and Brittany and Santana were giving all the senior boys around them a show. Quinn rolled her eyes at the whole scene, this happened every party, she'd always be the one sat down as everyone else had a good time nut this time she was determined to join in with the fun. She looked back at Rachel who had discarded her mineral water in favour of the wine cooler, she grinned in success and took another drink from her bottle.

"Now can we dance?" she asked, her mouth practically ghosting across the brunette's ear. Rachel swallowed audibly at the unexpected proximity and Quinn's smirk grew.

"S-sure" she replied, Quinn got up and offered her hand to the girl, pulling her towards the mass of people. When they were suitably hidden among the faceless party goers Quinn turned back to face Rachel and smiled before beginning to move to the music, Rachel took another drink and began to move along with Quinn, her smile equal to the blonds'.

"Are you having fun?" Quinn questioned, Rachel looked questioningly at her, clearly she didn't hear, Quinn leaned in closer taking the opportunity to place her hands on Rachel's hips, "Are you having fun?" she repeated, her breath tickling the shorter girls ear. Rachel swallowed before nodding affirmative, "Good" Quinn said firmly as she pulled her head back however kept her hands placed firmly on Rachel's hips. Throughout the song they were pressed closer together by the crush of bodies until on one beat Quinn's thigh ground against the brunette and both the girls breaths hitched. They continued on both pretending to be unaware of their proximity but ultimately enjoying it until the large body of Finn Hudson loomed behind Quinn.

"Hey Rachel!" he yelled happily not even acknowledging Quinn's presence. The blond just rolled her eyes as Rachel looked from Quinn up to Finn.

"Hi Finn"

"What?" he yelled back.

"I said hi!" Rachel shouted.

"Oh, hey!" Quinn's eyes rolled once more at Finn's gormless stupidity. "Wanna dance?" he bellowed over Quinn's head. Rachel looked questioningly at Quinn, almost asking for her approval. It angered Quinn that Rachel actually seemed to want to dance with Finn instead of her despite the fact that she had expected it.

"Whatever, I need another drink." The blond said irately before skulking off through the crowd. Finn beamed down at the short brunette, placing his hands clumsily where Quinn's had delicately rested just seconds before. Rachel watched Quinn disappear into the bouncing curtain of people before looking up at Finn and half returning his grin.

Quinn wrestled her way out into the back yard and leant against the cold wood of the house, her head staring upwards into the still deep and clear sky. Why did Finn have to find them? Quinn was sure they had been hidden from everyone in the room, that's the way it had felt anyway. Of course it was expected that Rachel would chose Finn over her, she'd chose any man over her because she was a her. It didn't matter if her dad's were gay, that didn't make her gay as much as having a homophobic set of parents didn't make her straight. Life was screwed up like that.

"Hey Q, what you doing out here? You left your hot date all alone." Santana teased coming to lean against the wall with her, drink in hand.

"Fuck off S"

"Oo how much you had to drink?" she jibbed.

"Not enough" Santana released a bark of laughter.

"Where's Berry then?" she asked with a hint of genuine curiosity.

"She's dancing with Finn." Quinn spat out the boys name in anger.

"Why did you let her dance with him?"

"Well what else could I do? She's not mine S and she never will be."

"You sure you've not drunk a lot?" Santana asked with a smirk.

"Fuck you!"

"Ok, ok, chill out Q, it's not like he's much competition."

"What do you know about it?" She snapped pushing away from the wall. "Of course he is; he's got a fucking dick!"

"That doesn't mean shit."

"It does in Lima, it means he can date women and I can't!" Quinn retorted throwing her hands up in the air and turning back to face Santana. "It means he can have Rachel, and I can't."

"Q, you know that's rubbish."

"No it isn't, my dad won't even let me look at Rachel because she's got two dad's, how do you think he's gonna react when he finds out about me, his daughter? You can say whatever you want but it doesn't change things, Finn will get who he wants because he's a man and I'll be stuck being some second class citizen all because God made me different!" Quinn turned back away in frustration. Santana stared sympathetically at her best friend's back, she placed her can down beside the wall and put her hand on the blonds' shoulder as a sob began to wrack her body.

"Q" she said with as much emotion as she could put into the letter.

"Sorry Santana" the girl sniffed trying to regain her composure.

"Don't apologise, you've done nothing wrong by anyone, if this is who you are then people are just gonna have to accept that and if they don't then fuck 'em!" Quinn let out a strangled chuckle. "Fuck 'em all, they'll always be people who disapprove but they don't matter, what matters is that you're happy. If your parents can't see that then they don't deserve to be called parents." Quinn wiped her eyes and turned back to her friend with a weak smile.

"Thanks S"

"Don't mention it." The Latina said with a smile. "And if you do decide to tell anyone then I've got your back." The friends smiled at each other before Santana grabbed her beer can again. "You coming back in?" Quinn looked through the kitchen window and saw the clock it was 10.30 but she didn't feel like going back into the room to see Rachel dancing with Finn or anyone else for that matter and she needed to get back before her parents missed her.

"I should probably get back, i meant to be grounded." Santana smirked at her. "Tell Rachel to get a lift baqck with someone else. Say I'm ill or something."

"Sure, see you tomorrow."

"Thanks again."

"No problem."

"Bye S." And with that Quinn pushed her way back through the kitchen and exited the Puckerman residence. She drove the 15 blocks back to her house and pulled up on the drive as quietly as possible. The door was opened and closed in almost silence and she was greeted with the familiarly fake voices of news readers drifting in from the lounge, just how she's left it. She put the keys back in the pot and tip-toed upstairs in near silence, getting changed and crawling into bed within minutes of re-entering the house. It really was too easy.