Eek thanks for the reviews guys! I hope you like it, I was so unsure about this chapter. I almost wanted to rewrite it, but decided against it.
I don't own glee blah blah blah
Things were getting a little better for Quinn, whether she liked to accept it or not. She really never had the chance to ever feel a bit of hope in her life, so this was new for her. Being able to finally be herself, well finally accepting that she was who she was, so as she sat in Glee, listening to Rachel belt out a song she had never heard of, she couldn't help but smile. Rachel had really helped her. Even though she wasn't really ready for anything, the light kiss or a simple touch would get Quinn through the day. She spent most of her time now at the Berry's doing simple things with Rachel like homework or working on something for Glee and it definitely had helped her mood. She never really understood why her father disliked her so much, she was just a ray of sunshine to Quinn. She was always talking, always smiling and it did wonders for Quinn. Every time she went home her parent's were either not there or not talking so being with Rachel helped, even though Rachel wanted to talk about Quinn's feelings half the time, which was not okay, but she did in the end to let her know that she wanted what they had to work.
So, Rachel was singing a song no one knew, no one was really listening and when she finally finished she received a minimal amount of applause. Quinn, annoyed by this fact clapped as hard as she could and received looks as she did. She didn't care, they would find out soon enough anyway. Rachel blushed and sat down beside Finn, who gave her a pat on the shoulder. A pat on the shoulder, really? She bit her lip to try and not laugh, shifting in her seat a little. When she turned to talk to Santana who was watching Q with skeptical eyes there was a knock on the door. She looked up and Ms Pillsbury, urging Mr. Schuester to talk to her. Quinn rolled her eyes, looking back at S.
"Quinn?" Mr. Schuester called and Quinn looked up. Both of their faces were… concerned? Quinn looked over at Rachel and she was staring right back. She got up, her HBIC façade slowly breaking as she walked over to them. What had happened? Ms Pillsbury just smiled and beckoned her to follow. Quinn shot a look over her shoulder at Rachel who liked like she was about to get up but didn't and Quinn walked off.
The choir room was filled with whispers as Quinn left with Ms Pillsbury and Rachel looked over at Santana who was looking right at her. Santana almost looked concerned too, but she looked away as soon as Rachel looked at her. When the bell finally rang Rachel raced from her seat and realized Santana was right beside her.
"Is there something that's going on that I should know about?" Santana muttered as she followed Rachel closely. Rachel didn't know what to say, she didn't know what Quinn wanted people to know. Well obviously she knew that she didn't want people to know the full story as to what has been happening, but it was getting harder to hide. Rachel couldn't bear it anymore; she would find bruises on Quinn that she didn't even know she could find. She suddenly felt being yanked and Santana had grabbed her by the wrist, holding her steady.
"Rachel, Quinn has been obviously happier since she's finally… expressed her feelings, but there has been something going on with her and she won't tell me." Santana said desperately. It was probably the first time Santana had called her Rachel. Suddenly they heard the door swing open and turned. It wasn't Quinn, but it was Russell Fabray, followed by Quinn. Quinn had her head hung low; her eyes on her feet and headed down the hallway.
"Q!" Santana said and Quinn looked over her shoulder at them, her eyes looked… lost. Russell said something to her and she nodded, looking away as they headed down the car park. "That's it!" Santana whispered angrily, leaping forward to make her way after them but Rachel grabbed her arm, tugging her back.
"Hands off Manhands!" She growled.
"Stop." Rachel said quietly. Santana took a double take at the tone of Rachel's voice.
"What?"
"Santana, anything we do now will make matters worse."
"Oh Rachie! Hello! Hi Sanny!" They heard behind them and Rachel shut her mouth before saying anything else. Santana gave Rachel a look before looking back at Brittany, forcing a smile.
"Hey Britt Britts, ready to go?" Santana murmured, reaching her pinky out to Brittany, which she took happily.
"Yep! Bye Rachie!" Brittany said before walking off with Santana down the hallway. Santana looked over at Rachel before looking back. Rachel sighed, grabbed her phone, sent Quinn a text and headed straight to her locker. She didn't get a text back so she decided she wouldn't go straight to Quinn's house, just wait a while at her house and then head to Quinn's. She decided Homework would be a good distraction since all she could think about was what Russell Fabray might do.
"Where's Quinn?" Leroy asked, walking into the living room to see Rachel on the floor, trying to do her work.
"At home." Rachel muttered, sitting up and wrapping her arms around her knees.
"Did something happen between you two?" He asked, crouching down beside her. She shook her head, sighing.
"No. Her father came to the school today and… I don't know I just have a really bad feeling, Dad."
"What do you mean? Do you think he might hurt her again?" he said and Rachel flinched at his words but nodded.
"She could barely look at me Dad, she looked so scared."
"I want you to bring her home, okay? I'll come with you, and we'll bring her here okay? We need to get this stopped."
"She doesn't want to do anything about it." Rachel murmured. Leroy put his hand on her shoulder, rubbing it softly.
"Rachel, Quinn has been manipulated not to say anything, she can't make the right decisions and the right decision right now is to get her help." Rachel nodded and got up. Leroy drove while Rachel sat in the passenger seat, trying not to imagine the worst. Leroy parked around the back from Rachel's instructions and Rachel got out, Leroy anxiously waiting in the car. Rachel bit her lip as she reached the bit where she had climbed down so many times. She hooked her foot and climbed up to her window. She peered in and saw Quinn on her bed. Asleep or awake, she couldn't tell. She opened the window and grunted when she tripped, falling onto the floor with a thud. She froze, waiting for Mr. Fabray to catch her but she didn't hear any movement. She moved to the bed and climbed on top of it, glancing at the sleeping cheerleader. She put her hand on her waist and then froze when she realized it was freezing cold. She got up, moved around the bed and saw a pack of peas against her back. She was about to lift her shirt to see, but Quinn stirred.
"Quinn, wake up." Rachel whispered. Quinn moaned a little, rolling and then winced. She slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"Rachel…?" Quinn mumbled, blinking.
"Come on, pack your bags."
"Why?"
"You're coming to live with me." Rachel whispered, grabbing the same cheerio bag she used for her sleepover a couple of weeks ago and started to stuff it with anything she could find.
"Hang on what?" Before Rachel could say anything they head the creaking of the stairs. Rachel took her bag as she dived under her bed. Quinn rolled back onto her side, pretending to be asleep again.
"Quinnie?" It was her mother.
"Mm?"
"How's your back?"
"It's fine."
"Well, you better be careful next time you fall down the stairs."
"You know that's not true." Quinn muttered and Rachel had to cover her mouth so she didn't sob.
"Quinnie, you know if you upset your father it's a given."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Goodnight, I'll see you in the morning."
Quinn took a deep breath as her mother left the room and waited for Rachel to get out from under her bed. She frowned when she didn't immediately and when she did Rachel was just staring at her.
"He pushed you down the stairs?" Rachel whispered in horror.
"I kinda tripped." Quinn muttered, sitting up. Rachel just stared at her and Quinn was starting to feel a little freaked out by it. Rachel didn't say anything, but just moved around her room and packed up her stuff.
"I'm not sure I can do this Rachel." Quinn whispered, watching as Rachel disappeared into the bathroom and came back. She stopped and sat down on the bed beside Quinn, taking her hand in both of hers.
"When you told me how you felt, I was scared Quinn. I was scared for the consequences; I was scared for what might happen," Rachel started, looking straight at Quinn who just stared straight back. "But then I realized, I felt the same. I felt the same, but I just didn't know it. I didn't know what I felt, and when you started to talk to me, when you started to be yourself, when I saw you for the first time and I knew I wanted us." She continued, squeezing Quinn's hand when Quinn started to cry. "But what's happening to you, is happening to me too, Q. He's hurting you, he's hurting me, okay? I can't let this happen to you, my duty is to protect you." Rachel murmured. Quinn nodded and wrapped her arms around Rachel, pulling her tight against her. Rachel let out the breath she had been holding and just melted into her embrace.
"Lets go, okay?" Rachel whispered and Quinn nodded, pulling back and wiping her eyes. She stood up, wincing a little and batted Rachel's hand away when she reached for her.
"I'm okay." She whispered and Rachel nodded, gripping her Cheerios bag and headed for the window. Quinn moved to lock her door and came back, following Rachel down the side of her house and managed to stand quite firmly on the ground. Quinn walked out of the back gate and saw Leroy standing against the car, chewing his nails. Rachel couldn't help but smile when Leroy saw Quinn, beaming a little as she walked towards him and kissed his cheek. She heard her thank you and they piled up into the back of the car.
Quinn laid on her stomach as Rachel straddled her butt, rubbing ointment on her back as she slowly tried to soothe her back. It would have been pretty erotic due to her position on her butt, but since Quinn's back was black, it was definitely not a turn on.
"How is it?" Rachel asked, moving her hands gently over her back.
"It's okay. I just need ice." Rachel nodded, moving off her and headed down to the kitchen where her fathers where having a discussion. When David looked up at her, an expression she had once seen when she was ten and was one of the most awkward situations in her life she bolted through.
"Come back here." Leroy muttered and Rachel grabbed the ice, walking back to the table.
"Now Rachel…"
"I know! Be safe!" Rachel blurted out and then stopped, looked up at them and then started to laugh. They laughed with her and then sighed, shaking their heads.
"I just… Rachel we want you to have a relationship with Quinn, but you know it's not really necessary to have that physical side yet…"
"God stop please no! I know okay? I don't even know what I'm doing!" Rachel whispered and then walked off back to her bedroom. She came back, locking the door which she had never done in her life and placed the ice pack on Quinn's back. She almost gasped as she saw the muscles, contracting beneath it. God she was fit and she was very, very glad that Quinn had put her bra back on because she probably might have started salivating if she saw anything more. She heard her let out a soft moan and Rachel had to back up, licking her lips as she tried to repress the thoughts of what she could do to make a moan like that.
"Sit." Quinn commanded, patting the space beside her head. Rachel climbed onto the bed, sitting back against the pillows and Quinn crawled onto her stomach, what she had done the other night and it made Rachel smile.
"How do you feel?" Rachel murmured, pulling out Quinn's ponytail elastic and ran her fingers through her hair.
"Numb." She murmured, closing her eyes. "How was school?"
"Santana's been asking about you." Rachel murmured and Quinn frowned, shifting a little.
"S? That's weird."
"Well, she has been very accepting and helpful in hiding your secret."
"God you make it sound like I turn into a werewolf or something." Quinn muttered and Rachel smiled, happy that Quinn was making well, sort of jokes.
"Do you think she's a lesbian?" Quinn didn't flinch, which Rachel expected her to due to the other times she did say the L word in relation to her.
"Maybe, probably. She and Britt do have something, but I have no idea what is going on and I do not want to know what's going on." Quinn muttered and Rachel giggled, thinking of what her fathers had just said to her. "What?"
"My uh, Dad's just had the you know, talk." Rachel murmured, looking down at Quinn who just laughed.
"What did they say? Be safe?"
"They did actually." Rachel said, giggling and Quinn joined in too, sitting up on her elbows. They both laughed and then Quinn stopped.
"What?" Rachel whispered, afraid she might have said something to upset her.
"I don't think I've laughed like that in a long time." Quinn murmured quietly, not looking away from Rachel's eyes. Rachel smiled and took Quinn's hand, squeezing hard.
"Everything is going to be okay. I'm here." Rachel whispered and Quinn smiled back. They both heard the door slam downstairs and Rachel frowned, getting up. Before Quinn could even put her shirt back on Rachel's door slammed open and Russell Fabray came through.
"I knew it!" He shouted.
"Get out or I'll call the police." Rachel said sternly, hopping off the bed and stood beside Quinn. She had no idea where the courage was coming from.
"Look she's even got you half naked, Jesus!" Quinn bent down, instantly regretting it as she hissed with pain and slid on her tank top.
"Don't." Quinn warned. He lurched forward, grabbing Quinn by the wrist and tugged her down the stairs. It was all just a blur then, everyone was shouting, Quinn could only feel her back stinging with pain and when she reached the front garden they heard Leroy shout. Quinn in all her time with the Berry's had never heard Leroy raise his voice and hearing him now made her stop in tracks, it also made Russell Fabray stop too. Quinn was crying now as they stood in the front yard, the Berry's over by the front door and the Fabray's standing by the curb.
"Rachel call the police." He said sternly and Mr. Fabray's grip on Quinn's wrist tightened. Rachel didn't move, and she just stared directly at Quinn while Quinn stared back. Rachel was crying too and all she wanted to do was run, to run and take Quinn and take her so far away that no one could find her. Quinn knew what she had to do then. She had to stop it, she had to stop everything. It had to be her. She couldn't rely on anyone else.
So she ran. She tugged herself free from his grasp and ran to Rachel, letting out a sigh when Rachel wrapped her arms around her. Her father was screaming at her, but all she could hear was Rachel's even breath on her neck. She then pulled away to face him, clutching Rachel's hand and cleared her throat. A crowd had formed now, watching the scene unfold and Quinn took a deep breath, staring directly into her father's eyes. The same unfortunate shade of green that she managed to inherit from him.
"You go home, and you tell mum that her daughter is a lesbian. You tell her that when she accepts that I'll come home. You hurt anyone, especially Rachel and her family. I will tell." She watched as he looked around at the crowd nervously. The Fabray's were a loved family after all. So rich and so elegant. Oh so untrue. The only thing he cared about was impressions and status. "I love her, and if you do anything to try stop that, I will tell. Do you hear me?" She heard Rachel gasp at her words, but didn't say anything. Her father didn't say anything but turned away, heading back to his car and drove off. The crowd looked at her, some were smiling, some were a little confused but she saw Santana frowning by her house. She just turned and walked away.
Leroy and David led the girls back inside, getting another ice pack for Quinn's back but all Quinn wanted to do was sit and hold Rachel. When Leroy finally made sure that the girls were all right, he left and sat in the kitchen with David. When Rachel returned, sitting back down beside her Quinn took her hand and didn't let go.
"Thank you." Rachel murmured. Quinn frowned and turned to look at Rachel, noticing that the bright light of the room made her hair almost look red-brown.
"Why?"
"I don't know. I just feel like even though it's going to be hard, it's going to get better." Rachel murmured, putting her hand on Quinn's cheek. Quinn took that as an invitation and leant in to press her lips to Rachel's softly. "And I love you too." Rachel whispered against her lips when she pulled back. Quinn couldn't help but smile.
"It is going to get better." Quinn echoed and kissed her again.
Eek, short chapter, reviews are always welcome!