Ugh I'm really sorry for such a late update. I am. I hope this chapter is okay.

Rachel and Quinn. Quinn and Rachel. That's all they heard when they came to school the next morning when people heard of Quinn's argument with her father in the Berry's front yard. Quinn was a little apprehensive, asking Rachel to take her home but Rachel murmured that if they didn't stay it would be worse. As they walked into Glee club, Finn looked hurt and confused at the same time. Quinn almost forgot about him until this morning. When she sat down, she tried not to hiss in pain and felt Rachel's hand squeeze hers. Quinn decided that if her parents were going to cut her off, then she thought she would cut off everything that made her be a model daughter. She quit Cheerios, she didn't go to church and now she was thinking of going over to her house, grab her stash of cash, more clothes and leave forever. Maybe even get a job working as a waitress at the Country Club where her parents absolutely despised anyone else that had a job there. She wanted to rebel.

Rachel couldn't keep her eyes off Quinn. She was distant, her eyes staring at a fixed point and recognized her to be thinking very hard about something. She was growing worried. Quinn wanted to go home, her back still hurt, but if they didn't keep up the normal façade people would know. Rachel was glad that everyone only had heard about the lesbian aspect about the shouting, not the beatings.

She could feel the stares from the rest of the Glee Club and sighed heavily, getting up in the middle of a typical Mr. Schuester speech about Celine Dion. Even he didn't decide to interrupt, Rachel could tell he was a bit curious too. She looked at Quinn who wasn't smiling, nor was she frowning. She had one eyebrow arched perfectly. She cleared her throat and looked around the room. "As you may have heard, Quinn and I are involved." There was a loud giggle from the corner from Mercedes and Rachel watched as Quinn shot her a look so threatening Mercedes even looked scared. Rachel cleared her throat again. "I ask you, as friends, to understand and help us."

Quinn got up and took Rachel's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Rachel looked up at her and watched as she spoke. "We're all in here because we come here to do what we love. It doesn't matter which group we're from, we've stepped over that and I'm hoping that we can accept each other just like I've done." Quinn murmured, Rachel's eyes boring into hers. Santana nodded and stepped off her seat at the back and made her way down, wrapping her arms around them both and hugged them. The rest of the Glee club followed suit, even a sultry Finn and a little hesitant Mercedes.

Quinn felt a little better with the knowledge she had a group of friends who accepted them, it was just the outside world she was a little worried about. They had Glee in first period, so as Quinn walked to her Geography lesson and Rachel walked to her Trig, she couldn't help but feel a bit lost without Rachel. She had been everywhere with this girl and now they had to face the fact they couldn't spend every moment with each other, it hit them hard. Quinn received looks as she sat down beside the same girl she had sat beside for two years, but felt broken when she got up and moved to sit somewhere else. Quinn swallowed the lump in her throat to not make herself cry and put her books on the table, willing the lesson to be over quickly. She heard snickering behind her and then a loud thump. She turned round. Peter, a boy from the Hockey team, was nursing his head as Santana walked past him and sat down beside her, throwing the book she had just used to hit him onto the table. "Dick." Quinn heard her mutter under breath and watched as Santana looked up at her, giving her a smile before turning to look at the teacher. Quinn felt a little better.

Rachel wasn't doing very well though. As soon as she had said goodbye to Quinn, Finn had stalked her down. "I broke up with Quinn for you, Rachel!" He said in a whisper as Rachel continued walking down the hallway.

"I'm sorry." She muttered. She wasn't really. She was far from sorry.

"I just, I don't understand. One day we're making out and next thing I know you're… batting for the other team." Rachel groaned, stopped in the middle of the hallway and looked up at him. "Look Finn, I don't even understand it myself, but Quinn and I… we're different." Even Rachel didn't even know what she was talking about now. She patted Finn's chest and sighed. "You'll find a nice girl, but just don't cheat on her." She murmured and disappeared into her Trig room, glad to be out of sight from him. When she sat down, Brittany sat down beside her and gave her the biggest grin.

"Hello Brittany." Rachel murmured, pulling her books from her bag. Brittany never sat with her in Trig, but she guessed Brittany might take up an interest in her today from the circumstances of what has happened over the course of the day.

"Hi Rachie!" She said in an excited whisper.

"Hey Berry?" She looked up the sound of Puck's voice as he grinned, putting his fingers to his ear in a mock version of his phone. "If you and Quinn ever want have a three, ring me up." Rachel scowled ad looked away. As Puck was about to sit down Brittany kicked the back of his knee and set him to the floor, landing on his butt. Rachel couldn't help but giggle and so did the rest of his girls.

"Did you land on your balls and break them, Pucky?" Brittany said and even the boys roared with laughter. Puck got up, scowling and sat down. Rachel smiled over at Brittany who was just chewing on her pencil with delight.

Mr. Schuester had been doubling their practices, every morning and afternoon, which was fair. They needed to get a leg up if they wanted to defeat Vocal Adrenaline. Rachel and Quinn took their places at the front and kept their hands off each other, even though they had been apart for most of the periods of the day. Mr. Schuester had decided that he wanted to ask the club for songs that they wanted to do. Three songs only, into a hat and would be drawn out. Quinn really didn't know what to put down. Her music taste was a little… different. She looked over Rachel's shoulder to see what she wrote down.

La Vie Boheme A/B – Rent Cast.
I'm Not That Girl – Wicked

Somewhere – West Side Story

She sighed and tapped her shoe against the linoleum. She couldn't think of anything. So as the rest put in their three bits of paper, she put in blanks and sat back down. Rachel looked at her excitedly and Quinn smiled back. As soon as Mr. Schuester announced the winner, saying it was Second Hand News by Fleetwood Mac, Quinn froze.

Quinn sat on the armchair, watching her father adjust the record player that he had recently bought and grinned when it started to play. Quinn was happy too; she was so excited to have one since they were seen as great old things that no one had anymore and she was happy to see her father happy. When her father left the room, she headed over to the record player as Second Hand News by Fleetwood Mac played and pressed a button. She didn't know what happened next but the record player seizes to a halt and would replay the words, "Why don't you lay me down in the tall grass and let me do my stuff?" She didn't know what she would do. The words were becoming ingrained into her head as she to fix it, to do anything, but the more she fiddled with it the more she ruined it. She heard her father scream words across the room and then everything was a hazy blur.

Rachel felt Quinn stiffen at the name of the song and glanced over at her. She was pale, the colour from her face was completely gone and her knuckles in her lap were completely white. She recognized that same look she saw this morning. When she was thinking about something deeply, but the thing was this was different, it was like she was watching Quinn walk out of that office with her father over and over. "Quinn?" She whispered and Quinn didn't move. Rachel shook her thigh and she looked at Rachel, tears in her eyes. Before Rachel could say anything else, Quinn was out the door and left the Glee club a little stunned.

Rachel looked at Mr. Schuester, who gave her a nod and she left too, searching for her. She walked into the bathroom and she was sitting on the floor, up against the wall. Rachel got down beside her, took her hand, kissed her palm and waited till Quinn was ready to talk. A few minutes pasted by before Quinn said anything and when she did it flooded out. She explained how that song had haunted her throughout her life because of what her father did and she couldn't stop the tremors that came. Rachel hadn't realized till now that Quinn was shaking violently. "Quinn… we need to get you to see someone. Someone else to talk to about these things. I'm not enough." Rachel felt a bit inadequate that, but it was true. There were some things that Rachel couldn't fix. Quinn nodded and rested her head against Rachel's shoulder. Quinn took her hand, squeezing her hand tightly.

Luckily it was the weekend and Quinn was happy to be just lying in bed. She didn't want to move actually, so when Rachel came in to wake her up she ignored her. "Wake up you idiot or I'll have to get my Dads to drag you out." Rachel said, pulling off the comforter. Quinn just groaned in response. "I can strip naked and walk around the house." Rachel added and Quinn opened one eye. That was a sight that she definitely wanted to be awake for. She knew she wouldn't be naked, but she may as well get up anyway. Rachel was just going to annoy her if she didn't. Rachel rolled her eyes and threw the pillow at her before making her way out of her bedroom.

Quinn could hear the Berry's laughter as she made her way down the stairs. She had grown used to it over the days and it was probably what she looked forward to every morning. "No put those away!" Rachel squealed and Quinn's eyebrow rose as she turned the corner to see the Berry's huddled around the small table in the kitchen. David was holding Rachel back as Leroy had the photo album in his hands. "Quinn, quick." He urged and she skipped over. He pointed to a miniature version of Rachel who was kissing a tree. Quinn laughed and looked up at Rachel, as her cheeks began to turn a bright shade of pink. "A tree?" Quinn giggled. David finally let go of Rachel and she stood up straight, patting down her star pajamas as she tried to look serious.

"I had no one to practice with, okay?" Quinn tried not to laugh but as soon as she looked at David, they burst out laughing. Leroy joined in too and Rachel just blushed even harder. She snatched the book and ran upstairs. The two men looked at Quinn, expecting her to be the one to rush to her.

"Oh come on." Quinn muttered and they laughed. She spun on her heel and headed up the stairs, still in earshot of the Berry's men's' snickers and knocked on Rachel's door. "Rachel?" There was a grunt in response. She called her name again and she didn't do anything. "Baby?" She whispered and then the door swung open.

"You've never called me baby before." Rachel said and Quinn took advantage to step into her room and closed the door behind her.

"It worked." Quinn murmured and Rachel rolled her eyes, moving to the bed as she flipped through the pages of the photo album. "I didn't mean to laugh, but you have to admit it was pretty funny." Quinn said as she sat down beside her. Rachel didn't say anything. Quinn watched as she flicked through the album, noticing it was just her. Rachel and a monkey. Rachel and a wax statue of Naomi Campbell. Rachel rolling around in snow. Quinn didn't even know if their family had photo albums.

"What was it like, having a sister? You never talk about her." Rachel murmured, glancing up at Quinn who just shrugged.

"She's not worth bringing up." Quinn said, running one of her hands through her hair.

"Why?"

"She's a bitch."

"You were." Rachel stated and Quinn rolled her eyes.

"I know you would've liked a sibling and she would have been great, but for me…" Quinn sighed, shaking her head. "I was second best. I was the second child and that's how it was. Until I receive that Brown Scholarship in the mail, I'll be equal. Well not really after all this I've been shunned." Quinn muttered, leaning back on her palms as she explained. Rachel sighed and leaned across to kiss her cheek. Quinn turned to her and raised an eyebrow. "You know you have me to practice with now." She said with a smile and Rachel just giggled.

"Well, practice makes perfect right?" She murmured as she climbed onto Quinn's lap, pushing Quinn gently down onto her back so she was straddling her.

"Exactly." Quinn breathed out and reached up, putting her hand behind Rachel's neck and pulled her down to kiss her. Quinn let out a moan as she felt her own breasts press against Rachel's through the fabric of their pajamas. Rachel slid her tongue along Quinn's bottom lip, asking for access, but before Quinn could do anything else the bedroom door flung open and the Berry men came through. Rachel squeaked, flipping off Quinn but when Quinn finally got a good look at them, they didn't look angry. They looked horrified.

"What is it?" Rachel asked, standing up as she took in their expressions as well. David turned to Quinn, his eyes wide and almost tearful.

"Your mother has been admitted to the hospital. She's… she's in bad shape." He whispered. Quinn's heart was pounding and she flung off the bed, grabbing her jeans and pulling them on.

"Did he do it?" Quinn asked seriously as she tied her hair up. None of them replied. "Did he do it?" She shouted at them and the Berry's all flinched.

"Yes." Leroy murmured. That was it. That's all Quinn needed. It was fine for it just to be hurt; it was fine for him to only hurt her but for him to attack her mother? That was too far for Quinn. She wanted to hurt him now. More than he had hurt her. So much more.

Ugh bad chapter, but reviews are always welcome!