That's My Dad
'Santana help me.' Quinn called from across the room. The Latina still sitting on the chair in the middle of the new location. Quinn was pushing against the far door, having tried the two nearest to them she had moved on to the others.
'Why Q, it's not going to work.' She said blankly.
'Santana,' Quinn frustrated, pushed harder on the door. Her foot slipped from under her and she ended up slamming into it face first. 'Shit! Damn it!' She cried, the impact clearly aggravating her broken wrist. It was probably the only thing that would have made the Latina move, and she did, coming slowly across to aid her blonde friend.
'You okay?' She said, sliding down the wall sitting next to Quinn who had her back to the door.
'No I'm not okay Santana! Why aren't you helping me?'
'Because I know that we would just be wasting our energy.'
'She's got that right.' They both turned their heads to the doorway, Mr Lopez glaring back down at them. 'You're wasting your time, Quinn, is it?' He walked over to them, Santana shrinking into Quinn's side as he approached.
'Why are you doing this?' The blonde asked, as he knelt down in front of them, tears welling up in her eyes.
'I needed to see my daughter.' He smiled at Santana. It was strange. He looked like a father should. For that one second he looked like he actually gave a shit. That is, until he reached past the blonde and grabbed her. Firm and rough he pulled her up and across the room, not caring about how much he hurt her. She let out a small cry as he held her up against the far wall. Quinn was up and on her feet within seconds after her. 'Stop, right there Quinn or I will hurt her. I just want to talk.' Quinn had no choice but to obey, stopping in her tracks next to the sofa.
'Dad,' Santana sobbed. 'Dad why..'
'Why am I doing this?' He growled at her, his eyes filled with rage. 'I'm doing this because I can. Your mother was the world to me and I'm not allowed near her, because of you.'
'You were hitting her, you, you hurt her, and you expected me to just do nothing!' Santana screamed at him, Quinn liking this new burst of confidence she had. Her father, not so much. He looked as though he could kill her, right there in front of Quinn. Instead he grabbed the tops of her shoulders and sent her across the room. She landed with a thud in front of the fire place, after colliding with the table and sending all of the tings on top of it flying. 'Santana!' Quinn shouted, running to her side.
'I'll be back.' Mr Lopez muttered, same terrifying expression on his face as he stalked from the room.
'Santana, San?' Quinn knelt beside her, 'You okay?' She asked, gently putting her hand on Santana's shoulder.
'No,' she put her hand on her forehead, 'that's my dad, Q,' she looked at her friend, sadness written all over her face.
'I know, I cant believe it either. I'm so sorry Santana.'
'So,' she abruptly changed the subject to keep herself from crying; 'how close were you to getting that door open?' She smiled weakly, as Quinn helped her up, walking them over to the door she was working on.