AN: Hi. This is a bit long. I thought I should update to celebrate SEASON THREEE WOOOO

Disclaimer: mistakes are mine, plot is mine. Glee isn't.

By the time Quinn was sure that the two girls were gone, she was on the verge of another breakdown. It was too much to comprehend and even more to handle.

She still couldn't believe, after all the shit that life had given her, it had decided to make matters even worse.

Quinn knew it was her fault in a way. She knew she shouldn't have taken that drink. She knew she shouldn't be in clubs in the first place, or stealing alcohol, or just stealing in general. She knew she shouldn't even be in New York. But she thought, just maybe, life would have cut her a break for once but nope, here she was, a broken down little girl that couldn't even be strong enough to protect herself.

Her mind drifted towards Rachel as it always had ever since the brunette had left Lima. Quinn knew the things she had done to her were unforgivable, and she was shocked that the diva had been so willing to even offer to hear Quinn's explanations. Well, she knew Rachel was curious. The brunette hadn't known about anything that transpired Quinn's sophomore year, how could she? She had left halfway through and refused to maintain contact with anyone there, not that that many people had tried. But Quinn thought that perhaps the girl's fathers would have told her and they could have a good laugh about it over the phone. Oh Rachel sweetie! You'll never guess what happened to that blonde cheerleading bitch! She got knocked up but she's so messed up that her body couldn't even keep it, the baby died before she could even make up her mind. Isn't that pathetic?

Quinn cringed at the thought. Maybe it would have been easier if the girl already knew. How was she supposed to explain to Rachel that she had cheated on Finn with Puck, had gotten pregnant, was still making up her mind whether to keep the baby or not when her body decided for her and the baby had died inside of her. It had been horrible. It was on the very day she had decided to keep the child, went to a doctor, and had been told that the baby was dead inside of her. Not only that, but she kept it hidden from everyone, except Puck who had actually turned out to be very supportive through the whole process. Quinn had gotten heavily into writing through the whole ordeal because it allowed her to escape and explain her feelings through words on paper rather than out loud. That was her first mistake…

"Quinnie!"

Quinn had just come walked through her front door and had already known something was wrong. Her mom never called her 'Quinnie' anymore, actually, her mom rarely ever looked at her anymore. The other thing that had caught her off guard was that her father's black jaguar was in the driveway.

"Yeah mom?" Quinn was surprised at how much her voice was shaking.

"Come to the living room sweetheart, we want to talk to you"

The sickly sweet voice her mother was using was grinding on her nerves as she carefully made her way through her house. She walked into the living room and saw both of her parents sitting on the couch with two glasses of wine in front of them and, oh fuck…her diary of personal writing.

"Look familiar, Quinn?" Her father asked in the most menacing tone she had ever heard.

"W-what…w-where'd you find that?"

Her mom spoke up saying, "I was cleaning your room, trying to do something nice for you and I came across this little book underneath your pillow. I thought, 'How interesting! Little Quinnie's been writing, maybe she'll have a career after all!' Oh how sorely mistaken was I."

"How long did you think you could keep this from us?" Her father spoke in the same menacing tone.

Quinn was livid with anger. She turned to her mom, avoiding her dad's question, and shouted, "What the HELL mom! That's personal. It's the one fucking thing I actually do to escape this shit situation. You don't have any right to just, look through my stuff when you won't even look at ME or pretend I exist. I try so hard in school, so hard on Cheerio's, so hard to be the perfect daughter and you don't even give a rat's ass about me. It's—"

"Do NOT talk to your mother like that Quinn. You are the only one that's in the wrong here. You are disgusting. An abomination. Satan wouldn't even look at you as one of his own." Of course he had HAD to say something to emphasize his 'perfect' Christian ways.

"You have 10 minutes."

Quinn's glare softened and she looked at her parents, "10 minutes for what…?"

"To leave this house and never even think about coming through the front doors. This is not how we raised you. The lord has obviously made a point by killing that damned spawn of the devil inside of you before you could give birth to it. You stupid, useless, girl. I refuse to be in the same room, better yet, the same TOWN as you. So you have 10 minutes, time's ticking."

Quinn chanced a glance at her mother. At first the woman had acted almost as bitterly as her father but now, she could see the hidden pain in the woman's features. "Mom…"

"Just go, Quinnie-Quinn."

That was it for her, she ran up the stairs, threw a few sets of clothes, her I-pod, and her cheer uniform into her backpack. She grabbed her cell phone and called Puck.

"Time's up. Out. Now."

Quinn ran down the stairs, into her car, thankful that they had at least not taken it away(yet), and never looked back.

The blonde shuttered at the memory. She had grown numb to it, as she had about everything else. But being in this position, feeling so fragile and weak, reminded her of that day. She had hated herself for a while but she had a house, and a 'family' and she knew she was luckier than a lot of people but it had all been ripped out from under her. The one time she needed support from the people who were supposed to love her unconditionally, they had turned their backs and left her on her ass. After she had left, she had lived with Puck for a few weeks, going to school and trying to act normal. Thickheaded Finn had finally caught on that she had been spending time with Puck, a lot of time, and dumped her without a shred of evidence that she had been cheating on him. She hadn't cared. She wasn't with the boy because she loved him; she was with him because he was what her parents wanted and had also been what Rachel had wanted when she was still there.

Rachel.

Rachel fucking Berry. That, and the whole reason of how Quinn had ended up in New York was a different story and Quinn was too exhausted to think.

She felt awful and she just wanted to sleep forever and never have to wake up and face this shit she called life. She had no more tears to cry and couldn't stand feeling so weak.

She rolled over on her back and winced as she strained the stitches in her abdomen. She clicked the button that dispensed pain medication into her IV tube and very soon, drifted off to sleep.

10:00 PM

"Rachel! Rachel slow the FUCK down!" Krissy was sprinting after the brunette who was running way to fast for her size. The moment she had parked her car outside of Rachel's loft after the quiet drive home from the hospital, the tiny girl had opened the passenger door and booked it along the sidewalk, towards the loft.

She heard the loft door slam close and the redhead lay her head against the door and sighed, "Rachel…what's wrong? Please talk to me."

"No. Just-Just go away, come get me at 7:40."

"Rach-"

"Please Krissy…"

Reluctantly, Krissy turned away from the door and said, "Fine. 7:40. Be ready."

The diva retreated from the opposite side of the door and walked over to her fridge. She really didn't have a drinking problem, contrary to popular belief; she just needed to escape every once in awhile. She had drunk on her birthday because the only one she had wanted to call her hadn't. Shelby. Her "mom." It hurt, knowing that even though Rachel was actually something now, her mother still didn't want her. Sighing, she opened up a bottle of rum, walked over to her kitchen table, sat down, and poured herself a drink. And then another. And then another. She wasn't drinking because of Shelby this time. It was Quinn. That annoyingly gorgeous blonde was on her mind and she couldn't get her stupid beautiful eyes out of her head. They literally showed everything. And Rachel had most definitely not liked seeing that pain and hurt and worthlessness come through them.

The diva knew that this wasn't the best time to be escaping her situation; she knew she needed to be there for Quinn but she was scared. What if she wasn't enough for her? What if she couldn't help her? Also, she was still pretty damn confused and needed Quinn to answer her questions… but, she also didn't want to push the girl… and…fucking hell this was so confusing. Rachel poured herself another drink, leaned her elbows on the table and put her face in her hands.

A loud banging at the door woke her up and she felt like dying. Her head hurt, bad. Sucking it up, she stood on shaky legs and caught a quick glance at the clock on her oven. "Oh fuck…" It was 7:55. Rachel quickly threw open the door and almost laughed at Krissy's facial expression but then decided against it as the redhead was clearly not in any state of amusement.

"Rachel. Fucking. Barbra. Fucking. Berry."

"That was a lot of fuckings…"

"GET YOUR ASS INTO MY CAR RIGHT NOW."

Krissy drove like a mad woman to the hospital and they actually made it there in 7 minutes. That was not normal and Rachel knew that they were under different circumstances, she would have criticized her manager for putting her clients life in danger. Instead, she followed the still fuming woman up the stairs and into the hospital.

They quickly found their way to Quinn's room and were relieved to find the blonde was asleep. The nurses in the hallway helped Krissy quietly lift the sleeping girl into a wheelchair while Rachel signed the bills and release forms. Then they proceeded to roll her out to Krissy's waiting car. They lifted her from the wheelchair, still asleep, and lay her down in the backseat, strapping her into the middle seatbelt.

The drive home was again, very quiet. Krissy was upset with Rachel, she could smell the alcohol on the girl but decided it wasn't the best time to bring it up. She also missed her girlfriend and decided that she needed to give her a call as soon as she got Quinn situated in Rachel's loft. Rachel was thinking about Quinn. And Quinn was dreaming about a life that she had long since left behind.

They rolled up on the street and Krissy and Rachel began to gently put Quinn back into the wheelchair the hospital had given them. Rachel was amazed that the blonde was still fast asleep, but not surprised and rather thankful because she still had no idea what she wanted to say to Quinn.

The pair brought Quinn into the elevator and quickly reached Rachel's floor. It was only when the loud ding resonated through the small compartment, indicating that they had reached their destination, that Quinn started to wake up.

There is a lot more to Quinn's past but I didn't want to cram it all into one section. Also sorry that I didn't go into depth of what's going to happen once Quinn wakes up and wants to talk but I also didn't want to cram that into one chapter. I also have that thing called school, which results in that thing called homework and those bitches called tests. So anyways, that was my rant, I hope you enjoyed the story but it's far from finished.

Suggestions are welcomed and appreciated!