A/N: not too happy with how this chapter went. please review! let me know that you're still interested! :) enjoy!

Chapter 3

Rachel was walking down the hallway, her thoughts completely occupied by a certain blonde. She felt good after leaving that voice message on her phone yesterday. She just hoped that Quinn wouldn't be mad at her.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands grip unto her arms and drag her into the nearby bathroom. She was then slammed against the bathroom wall, and the hands weren't holding her anymore.

Looking up through her dark eyelashes, she saw that it was Quinn. Opening her mouth, she was about to say something when Quinn cut her off. "Listen here, man hands." Rachel met Quinn's gaze that held her in place. Biting her lip, Rachel waited patiently for Quinn to continue. Through gritted teeth, she said, "That voicemail, wasn't okay. I don't want you leaving me things like that. I don't love you, got it? Why would I? You're nothing. And you certainly don't mean anything to me-"

"Why are you acting this way?" Rachel asked. She knew that Quinn was lying to herself. She could always see the true Quinn, and this wasn't changing anything. "You don't have to hide anything."

"I don't have anything to hide. Why won't you just get over yourself?"

Shaking her head, Rachel pushed. "I know you Quinn."

"You don't know a G*ddamn thing about me! Just because we've spent some time together this summer, doesn't mean anything. Honestly, Rachel why can't you just leave it alone?"

"Because I love you, and I know that you do love me. I know you're afraid, but you don't have to be. I'm here and I won't let anything happen to you."

"You can't." Quinn slipped. Looking up, she met Rachel's concerned brown eyes.

"Why can't I?" Rachel reached out to cup Quinn's cheek, but her hands were slapped away.

"Don't touch me!" She yelled, as her hand connected hard with Rachel's left cheek.

The brunette fell against the wall, and touched her already reddening cheek. She stared up at Quinn in horror, and as the blonde realized what she had done, she walked over to the brunette. Rachel flinched away. But Quinn grabbed her arms and pulled her up. She then threw her against the wall. "See, I don't care about you. And I absolutely don't love you."

The blonde's hurtful words sank into Rachel's heart. She was trying her best not to cry out at both the physical and emotional pain. She stared into the blonde's green eyes and said, "Quinn, please…"

Quinn gave the singer one last shove, before she stormed out of the bathroom. As Quinn was leaving, she almost ran into Santana. "Whoa, blondie. Where's the fire?" Santana asked.

Quinn rolled her eyes and just continued to walk down the hallway to her locker.

Santana watched Quinn walk away, then she entered the bathroom. Upon entering, she saw Rachel curled up in a ball on the floor, crying. Concern washed over her, as she knelt down next to Rachel. "Berry, what happened?" Santana questioned. Rachel looked up and Santana could see a light bruise starting to form on the smaller girl's cheek. "Shit, Berry. Did Quinn do this?" Santana demanded. Her blood was boiling, she always knew the blonde had issues, but this was taking it too far.

"It wasn't her fault, Santana. Please don't make a big deal out of this. Please."

Sighing in defeat, Santana nodded. "Let's get you cleaned up, R. Class is about to start soon."

Nodding, Rachel stood up and allowed Santana to take care of her. After she was cleaned up and had a fresh supply of make-up on her cheeks, she smiled at the Latino. "Thank you, Santana. That really wasn't necessary, but I appreciate it." Santana offered a small smile before the petite diva walked out.

Santana wasted no time, she marched out of the bathroom in search of the blonde Cheerio. She found her by her locker and shoved her. "What the hell Q?" Santana asked.

"What?" Quinn asked, trying to act innocent.

"Don't be stupid. I know what you did to Berry."

Rolling her eyes, and crossing her arms, Quinn said, "I didn't do anything that she didn't deserve. So back the fuck off, S."

"The hell I will. Q, what the hell is wrong with you? You've never been this pissed at her before why now?"

Quinn avoided eye contact and instead just walked to her Home Room class. The day went by and both of the girls avoided each other. After the school day, Quinn walked into her home and was met with her father's angry glare.

She didn't understand why her mother had allowed Russell to move make in. The minute he walked in, he began ordering her around again. It wasn't long until Russell began drinking again and beating the living daylights out of her. So when she walked in, he was drinking a scotch and looking pissed. Rolling her eyes, she began to walk away. Standing up, he said, "Do not walk away from me, young lady!"

Suddenly, she was grabbed and forced back. And was met with a punch in the gut. Moaning, she doubled over. "I know what you did with that slut, Quinn. I was driving through the park the other night, and saw you kissing her." Shaking her head, she was met with another kick. "Quinn, you are to pack your things and get the hell out of my house."

"P-please, Daddy, don't do this. It just happened. Please." She cried.

He then punched her across the face, breaking her nose. He then walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him. As soon as she was able, she ran to her room and began shoving items into her duffel bags. Mostly cloths, her stuffed lamb, and a few Cds and a couple of her favorite books. Then changing her clothes for the night, left the house she lived in and got into her car.

After driving to the park, she finally broke down and cried her heart out. How did her life get so screwed up? She had everything before last year, now she has nothing and no one. She lost Santana, and by extension Brittany, her parents, her friends, and Rachel. Why did she have to keep pushing people away when she got scared? She hated that about herself. She also hated how Rachel could see right through her façade and still be willing to be there. To still love her. But no matter how badly, Quinn wanted to love Rachel, she couldn't. Sure her dad just kicked her out, yet again. But she still had her reputation, and she wasn't going down without a fight.

After collecting herself, and doing her best to fix her nose, she drove down a familiar street and parked across the street of her house. She looked up and saw her bedroom light on, no doubt she was working on a MySpace video. Her heart ached as she remember that day in the bathroom with the brunette.

She needed to talk to somebody, and she knew exactly who she could trust with everything.

A/N: i know they're going through a lot, but hang tight! Please, please Review! :)