Love in Paradise

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Chapter Five: 20 Questions

Santana is lying in her bed awake, running her fingers through Quinn's hair, looking at the ceiling. She's proud of the blonde for opening to her, knowing how hard it must have been. Quinn is still sleeping, almost on top of the Latina with her face in her neck. Santana's head is spinning with questions though, she wonders who else besides Jake and Sam were enlvolved, why she didn't report it, does anyone else know who did it, and what happened to the girl that brought her there in the first place? She looks over to the clock and sees it's only eight thirty, her brain was thinking so much, she woke up earlier than she ever would. Quinn begins to stir, she looks down and rubs the girls arm. Quinn yawns then smiles up at Santana, and winces from the pain."Crap, he really did some damage. Good thing we've kissed already, huh?" Normally Santana would make some sexual comment, but after the night, she wasn't in the mood."What happened last night? You were really upset." Quinn sighs sitting up then looks at the time."Wow, it's late for me." She sits against the head board as Santana mimics her, taking her hand."Don't close off on me now." Quinn takes a deep breath, she knew Santana would have more questions. She just didn't expect it right when she woke up."I've told you my biggest secret, can you tell me something about yourself, to make me feel better?" She smiles."Sure, let me think." She purses her lips thinking for a moment and snorts."Ok, I got one." Quinn smiles."I was a hard core party girl, still kind of am but more chill." Both laugh."Anyway me and Brit went to a friend's party, he was a football player, his name is Dave. I got really drunk, and we were playing truth or dare, which involved more drinking." She smiles picturing a drunk Santana, having witnessed it herself."Another football player, dared me to jump into the neighbors pool, naked." Both laugh, with Santana blushing."Of course I did it, so I hopped the fence, took my clothes off and jumped in their pool. And then." Quinn cuts her off laughing."Don't tell me the neighbors saw you?" The Latina shakes her head, indicating a negative."Worse, their fucking cujo dog, halls ass into the pool, chases me to the front of the house, and as I was running back to the party, a car drives by honking their horn." Quinn laughs so hard her stomach hurts, and she wipes a few tears."What happened next?"

"By the time I made it to the yard, everyone was laughing and taking photos. I got dressed and we continued playing, the next day it was forgotten, and I may have deleted those photos from their phones." Both giggle, and Santana tugs on Quinn's hand."Feel better?" She nods and takes a deep breath."I had an argument with my dad, he was yelling about me sneaking off to Rachel's the other night. He called me an ungrateful bitch, so I left, yesterday, when I went back, he asked if I was there all day." Santana squeezes her hand, Quinn smiles and squeezes back."I told him I was with a friend, he asked if it was a friend, or a whore. Then I started yelling about why he would care about me now, when they didn't when I needed them to." She can't hold the tears back anymore and Santana kisses the back of her hand."You wanna take a break?" She shakes her head."He said it my fault, that they did this to me. He called my a slut, and said it was my fault!" Santana clenches her jaw and holds herself back from marching over to the Fabray's, and giving them a piece of her mind."It's not your fault, they are sick bastards who did this to you. And you were at the wrong place, at the wrong time, nothing you could stop or control." Santana lifts the girls chin and rubs her arm."Your not a slut, I still don't know you very well, but I know a slut when I see one." Quinn sniffles and wipes her eyes, Santana smiles sympathetically and shrugs."I'm a slut." She squints her eyes then shakes her head."What, no, Santana, your not a slut, don't say that." She scoffs with an eye roll."You don't know that, I was a party girl, getting wasted and fucking anything with legs. It's the only thing I'm good at, and the only reason anyone wants to be with me." Santana smiles with a shrug."But hey, I'm a good fuck." Quinn shakes her head."Don't say that, your more than that, San. Your a good person, your the only one who's gotten me to open up, and you've been nothing but nice to me. I'm the one that's been a bitch." Santana shrugs and plays with Quinn's fingers, getting shy."Yeah, but, with you it's different. I mean at first I wanted to sleep with you but, after our little talk in the truck, I just wanted to get to know you better." Quinn blushes and takes a deep breath."I know you have more questions, but can I take a shower first, and eat?" Santana smiles."Sure. My mom is still sleeping, so I'll just grab some cereal for us." Quinn pulls Santana in a tight hug."Thank you, for everything. I'm gonna prove to you, that your more than just a pretty face and a good lay. I promise." Santana just returns the hug and smiles."I'll meet you downstairs."

Santana climbs out of the bed then points to the bathroom."Towels are in the closet by the door. Just pick any clothes from the closet." Quinn nods and Santana goes downstairs. Quinn makes the Latina's bed then grabs a t-shirt and shorts. In the bathroom, she takes a deep breath looking at the expensive shower. Hers is just as big but not as fancy, having a doctor as a father has it's benefits. After discarding her clothes and setting clean towels on the sink, she figures out how to turn the water on, it takes a few seconds but gets it. Washing her hair she thinks about what Santana said about being good in bed and nothing more, it makes her sad. Sure, she has her own insecurities, but anyone in her shoes would. She's curious as to why Santana thinks so low of herself, and what had brought her partying ways. She could always ask, she had been vulnerable and open to the Latina the night before, and when they woke up. Maybe Quinn can get Santana to do the same again, with something more personal than a drunk story.

Santana walks into the kitchen and sees her mother making breakfast. Maribel turns to her as Santana get cereal from the cabinet."Morning, Mija. How's your friend?" She shrugs sighing getting some bowls and spoons."She seems fine now, last night she told me everything." Maribel gasps."Everything?" She rolls her eyes, pouring the cereal."Yes, Mami, everything. And no, I'm telling you, yet."

"Where is she?" Santana pours the milk and puts it back, along with the cereal."In the shower, we're gonna eat in my room. I still have more questions." Maribel turns the stove off and walks around the island, putting her hands on Santana's shoulders."Don't corner her, ok? Whatever happened, I'm sure it wasn't easy to talk about." She exhales through her nose."Your right, maybe I'll ask later, when she's ready." Maribel smiles hugging her tightly. Santana hugs her back, then leans out."I think she's out of the shower now. She must be hungry." Santana carefully takes the cereal up the stairs, trying not to spill the milk."Quinn, you out of the shower? I have our breakfast, your gonna need to open the door for me, por favor." Quinn opens the door and smiles."Lucky Charms, my favorite." She takes a bowl from Santana, then both climb in the large bed."Thank you, San." She smiles and both eat in comfortable silence. Quinn drinks the milk, then sets the bowl down on the bedside table."Just ask already." Santana sets her bowl aside, confused, and Quinn rolls her eyes."You have more to ask, so let's end this 20 questions game already." The Latina sighs then faces the blonde."I'm guessing you never told anyone who did this, have you?" Quinn shakes her head."Why? Why not press charges? They could be doing this to other girls, do you want that?" Again, she shakes her head, tears streaming down her face."I don't want my worst enemy to feel the way I do." She pauses, taking in a shaky breath."But I was a coward, San. I still am, I'm scared all the time. Now that Jake and his buddy's are around, I'm more scared than ever." Quinn wipes her eyes and turns to Santana, taking her hands."I really really like you San. I know we still don't know each other that well, and I have stuff to work out but." She pauses, rubbing circles on the back of Santana's hands."It doesn't feel right for me, for us to just be friends. I want more than that, you made me feel so safe in your arms this morning. For once I wasn't scared." Santana smiles and kisses the back of her hands."I liked having you in my arms too. Your right, it doesn't feel right to me either. I want to kiss you, hold your hand, and cuddle in bed, and I've never wanted that before."

Quinn smiles, blushing lightly, then leans in Santana's personal space, with their lips a few inches apart."Santana Lopez, will be my amazingly, beautiful girlfriend?" Santana doesn't say anything, and closes the gap between them, smiling into the kiss, and Quinn pulls the Latina closer."I'd love to." Quinn smiles, then reconnects their lips and Santana gently lays Quinn on her back. As the kiss gets more heated, Santana slips her hand up Quinn's shirt, running her fingers along the girls abs. Then she trails mouse kisses down the blonde's jaw and to her pulse point, as her hand wonders further up Quinn's torso, the girl stops her. Santana stops her assault on her girlfriends neck, and looks down at her with concern."You ok?" Quinn nods and Santana cups her face, confused."Then what's wrong, babe? Talk to me." Quinn smiles blushing at the endearment."It's just um, it's been awhile since I've." Santana's mouths an oh once she realizes what Quinn is talking about."Is it ok if you just hold me? I'm sure you still have more questions for me anyway." Santana smiles then lays on her back, pulling Quinn to her chest."I do actually." She runs her fingers through Quinn's hair, she noticed that morning how much it relaxed the blonde."Why didn't you at least tell Rachel and Kurt? Their your best friends, right?" Quinn hums in response."Yeah, but I was convinced that they wouldn't believe me. Jake is Puck's younger brother, half but, we've known him and his friends their whole lives. It's my word against theirs, and incase you didn't already notice, that have a lot of people fooled." Santana pulls Quinn in closer."What about Puck, why didn't he tell anyone? I mean, yeah it's his brother but, how could he not saying anything, knowing how it effected you?" Quinn shrugs."I begged him not to."

-(FB)

Quinn feels pain, everywhere, like she got hit by a bus. Her back hurts, her jaw and neck. Her legs and feet are even sore, most likely from all the running. She can hear beeping to a machine and groans, knowing full well where she is. Quinn opens her eyes, then quickly closes them from the blinding light. She hates hospitals, the smell, the nurses, the doctors, and even the people. This time she slowly opens her eyes, adjusting to the light. Turning to her left, Judy stands looking out the window, hugging herself, and seems to be in deep thought. Quinn wonders what she's thinking about as she watches her. Maybe she feels guilty, asking god why this happened, wondering who had done it, what happened, and what she can do to help, and maybe even if her daughter will be the same."Mom?" Judy quickly turns her head and gasps."Quinnie, sweetie. How do you feel?" Judy sits on the edge of the bed and kisses her forehead."I'm in a lot of pain actually, can you get a nurse?"

Judy smiles sadly then rushes into the hall, Quinn takes a deep breath and looks up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the pain. How can she tell her parents what happened, or her friends, the police? Quinn had never been so scared in her life, at first she thought they were going to kill her, and maybe rape her. So many questions run through her head as she waits patiently for her mother to get a nurse. What if no one believes her? Everyone knows the group can get into trouble, but they have their friends, and the town thinking 'boys will be boys' Ultimately, it's her word against theirs, five to one. Someone knocks on the door, jumping Quinn out of her thoughts. Judy walks in with a red head nurse behind her, putting on a pair of latex gloves."Hello, Quinn. I'm Emma Pillsberry, you know my fiancée, Will Shuester. Your mother told me you're in a lot of pain, so I'm going to assume the medicine we gave you earlier has worn off. I'm just going to give you a higher dose, and it should kick in shortly." She takes out a syringe and injects medicine in her IV."Do you need anything else? Are you feeling any discomfort, besides the pain?" Quinn slowly shakes her head no. Emma nods then throws her gloves away along with the needle, then gives her a button, hooked up to the wall behind her."If you need anything else, press that and myself or another nurse will come in, ok?" She smiles politely as Emma leaves the room, clearing her throat she turns to Judy."Where's dad?"

Judy sits on the edge of the bed, avoiding Quinn's gaze."The cafeteria. I told him to stay there for awhile, so I can talk to you first." She slowly nods, nervous as to what she could want to talk about."What happened baby? I was so worried when you didn't come home. Your father was pacing the floors, we didn't know what to do. Then I called Holly, and she took Puck to look for you." Judy puts her hand over Quinn's, she just shakes her head."I don't think you want to know, and I just want to forget. So drop it." Judy opens her mouth to say something, when Russell walks in with the police behind him."Let's get this done and over with, I'm a busy man." Russell takes Judy's arm and both step aside for the police. One of the two, takes out a small pad and pen."We're going to need your statement for the record." Quinn shakes her head, tears threatening to spill over."No, I don't want to tell you, my parents, anyone. I don't want to press charges, I don't want to go to court and tell strangers about the most horrible, and frightening night of my life. You can't make me say anything, and I won't." Russell groans then escorts the men out of the room, and turns to Quinn."What the hell is your problem?! All you have to do is tell them what happened!" Russell pauses, waiting for a response, Quinn looks down at her lap, as the tears finally fall."Your so selfish! How do you think me and your mother felt when you didn't come home?! Then we got a call from Holly telling us your in bad shape, and covered in blood!" He exhales, trying to contain his anger, as Judy looks on with tears of her own."You don't want to tell anyone, fine. But your going to therapy, we're gonna get it out of you eventually." Russell leaves the room, slamming the door behind him, and Judy soon follows, not saying a word. Quinn sobs until she falls asleep, the next time she wakes, Emma is already giving her more medicine."Didn't want a repeat of last time. Someone wants to see you, I told him you were asleep. He's been waiting, do you want me to send him in now?" She nods and thanks her as she leaves. Soon Puck walks in, looking guilty. He closes the door softly behind him, and puts his hands in his pockets."Hey, how ya feeling?"

She smiles, finding his actions humorous."Better, Emma is nice, makes sure I'm comfortable." He smiles in relief."That's good." He sighs then walks closer to the foot of the bed."Listen, Q." She cuts him off."Don't say anything." He runs his hand over his mohawk, frustrated."Puck, you can't tell the police or anyone who did this. I won't either, it's a lost cause, and you know it." She pauses waiting for his reaction, when he doesn't say anything, she continues."Can you really send your brother to prison? That's what will happen, and that's if they believe me. Please promise me you won't tell a soul." He groans squeezing his eyes shut."Fine. I won't say anything, but you know this is wrong. He may be my brother, but I don't condone his actions." He slowly walks around the bed, and cautiously takes Quinn's hand."I really am sorry, Q. I knew that little fuck was up to something. I passed them as I was driving Marissa back to her house. I should've said something." Quinn shakes her head."No, you didn't know, don't blame yourself, ok? Your right, you may be his brother, but he's a big boy, and he knows right from wrong." Despite Quinn's words, inside she feels like she could've fought more, or ran further, she was out numbered, but she still feels like she could've done more. Puck kisses the back of her hand."Take care of yourself, and stay strong, ok? I still feel like it's my fault though, and I don't think that feeling will go away." He pauses looking at the clock."I have some business I need to take care of." He leans down kissing her forehead."Promise me you'll stay strong, your Lucy Quinn Fabray, we don't call you HBIC for nothing." Quinn snorts, with a real smile in what seems like forever."Yeah I promise, as long as you promise not to get into any trouble." He shakes his head as he walks to the door, then turns to Quinn, pointing his finger."Now that's a lost cause." She giggles knowing how true his words are, Puck smiles back then closes the door.

-(FB)

Santana continues to run her fingers through Quinn's hair, while rubbing her arm."I was in the hospital for three days. I went back home afraid I was going to run into them at some point. So I stayed home for weeks until Rachel and Kurt convinced me to get out, and took me to the beach. We were talking and I asked about Puck, he didn't visit again after, or call even. Told me they hadn't seem him or his brother in days, and his friends were missing too. When he came back, he avoided me and I knew it was because he still felt guilty, like he said. I could see it in his eyes, then one day I confronted him when he delivered meat at my fathers restaurant." Santana kisses the top of her head."What did he say?" She shrugs."I asked about Jake and his friends, all he said was that he took care of it. But now their back, I don't know why, and it scares me." Both lay in silence, as Santana takes everything in. She can't imagine going through something like that. Looking down at her girlfriend, Santana thinks how brave the girl is. If she were in her shoes, she would've fallen apart. It makes sense, not wanting to tell anyone and not wanting to press charges against the boys. Teenagers she's known forever, literally stabbed her in the back, for what? Cause they were bored, and wanted to have some fun, what kind of sick logic is that?"Do you ever wonder what would've happened if you told the police, your parents? They know right? I mean, Rachel and Kurt do."

Quinn shakes her head, leaning on her elbow."I never told them, and Rachel and Kurt basically forced it out of me, though they still don't know who did it. Just you, and it took them a good month for me to spill my guts." She pauses brushing some hair out of Santana's face."Your such a strong person, I wouldn't be able to function if it happened to me." Quinn again shakes her head, with more force."No, I'm not, and I'm so happy it wasn't you." She pauses holding back tears as Santana rubs her arms."I pushed everyone away for months. I just wanted to be alone, I got sick of the pity looks, and the whispers. I've done plenty of things I regret, I was in a dark place for too long."

"What made you get out of it?"

-(FB)

When Quinn returned home from the hospital, she locked herself in her room. Russell kept to his word, and forced Quinn to see a therapist, though she didn't say a word, and all the women did was prescribe anti depressants. None worked, just made her feel sick or more depressed, so she stopped taking them. When Kurt and Rachel got her to go out more, she spent it going to local parties. It was the only time she was out of the house, she'd dance, get drunk and sometimes took a girl home, or a girl took Quinn to their place. When she was really drunk and couldn't find a decent girl to sleep with, she let a couple guys take her to their homes. Rachel and Kurt, never holding back on how they feel, warned the blonde about her actions. She couldn't explain it to them though, that she drank so she could forget. Every party she would drink more, sometimes blacking out. At one particular party, Quinn didn't waste any time getting drunk. Looking around the beach there was no girl that caught her eye.

So instead, she drank some more when a cute guy approached her at the makeshift bar."Hey, I've been watching you all night, and had to get a few beers in me to get the courage to ask you to dance." Quinn laughs to herself at the lame pick up line, then nods."Sure, your cute." He smiles taking Quinn's arm, dragging her to the makeshift dance floor. He grabs her hips pulling her into his body and dances to the beat. Quinn wraps her arms around his neck, dancing seductively. As they continue to dance, she can feel his arousal as she turns and grinds her backside to his front. She smiles facing him and stands on her toes to whisper in his ear."Take me to your place, and fuck me." His eyes bulge out in surprise at her forwardness, then wastes no time escorting her to his car."My name is Brody by the way, just something to know so you can scream it later." Quinn blacks out the drive, the next thing she knows, the guy is on top of her, grunting and moaning in her ear."Fuck, your so tight." Soon, she black out again, and the second time she wakes up, Brody is sleeping next to her. She climbs out of bed, finds some clothes and stumbles out of the small home.

Walking down the street, she holds her head, aching from all the liquor. Feeling a breeze, she looks down and notices she's only managed to find Brody's shirt. She wonders off to Safeway, hoping to find something for her pounding head. Opening the door though she find it locked, some employees are sill inside just about to leave. She bangs on the glass getting their attention."Open the door! I'm a paying customer, and need medicine for my headache, let me in!" One of the male employees shakes his head at the drunk teen, and points to the closed sign."We're closed young lady, I suggest you call someone to pick you up." She continues to hit the door."Fuck that, I need something to make the pain go away! Now, let. me. in!" Again he shakes his head, as others start to leave."I can't do that, we're closed and you're drunk." She stops hitting the door and smiles seductively."If you open the door, I'll give you a blow job." He considers it for a second then shakes his head and takes out his cell phone."I'm calling the police." She groans then punches the glass, breaking it. The man steps back in shock, still on the phone."What the fuck, girl?!" Quinn reaches down and unlocks the door, then opens it."Yeah, I have a drunk girl who just broke into Safeway." He hangs up the phone and puts it back into his pocket, as Quinn walks down the isles."The police are on their way little girl." She ignores him as she tries to find some medicine."Where the fuck is your Advil?!"

The man follows her until she finds what she's looking for. She opens the box and tries to open the bottle and pouts."Can you get this open for me, please?" He rolls his eyes opening it, then gives it to Quinn, she smiles and takes out two pills."I need water." She throws the medicine aside and the man follows her to another isle, Quinn gets a bottle water, and as she opens it she notices her bleeding hand."Holy shit, I'm bleeding!" She turns to the employee and pushes him away, crying."What did you do to me, Jake?! Why did you hurt me?! I was just being nice and wanted to get you home safe!" The man is confused as Quinn continues to cry until the police arrive. One of the policemen takes out a pair of hand cuffs."We're gonna take you to the hospital, Quinn, ok? Your hand looks like it needs some stitches." Quinn pushes him away and points to the Safeway employee."He hurt me, officer, arrest him!" The man holds his hands up in surrender and shakes his head."She punched the glass door, she did that on her own." The policemen nods then puts the cuffs on Quinn."I knew you wouldn't believe me, no one will." The officer puts Quinn in the car and on the way to the hospital, calls Judy and Russell.

At the hospital, the officer take her to the emergency room, and Emma cleans up her hand and stitches it up."My father is gonna be pissed when he gets here." Emma throws away her gloves and smiles sadly at the blonde."I'm sure they'll forgive you. I'm not a parent myself but, no matter what you do, they love you." Quinn looks down at her hand and sniffles."Well that's a load of bullshit." Emma pats her knee as Judy and Russell walk in."You've been nothing but trouble girl, and this is the last straw." He roughly takes her arm and drags her out of the building, with Judy pleading with him to stop.

-(FB)

Some time during the middle of Quinn's story, Santana brought up pizza since it was around lunch time by now. Both are siting against the head board and Santana is finishing her piece."What did he do?" Quinn sets her piece back in the box and sighs."Took me to rehab, when I got back he made me look for a job. So I asked Holly to get me an interview at the hotel, and I've been working there since. It was hard at first but, Rachel and Kurt helped." Santana smiles and pulls Quinn in a tight hug."Thank you, for telling me all of this. I know it's not easy." She kisses her cheek making the blondes stomach flip, then leans out of the embrace."Let me take you out." Quinn smiles shyly, looking at her lap."Like a date?" Santana giggles at her girlfriend shyness."Yeah, like a date. You deserve it, though it would be my first one ever so, don't get your hopes up." Santana tries to make it a joke but Quinn can she the Latina is just embarrassed."You don't have to make a big gesture, San. I just want to be with you, and have a good time." Santana smiles with a light blush and gives Quinn a chaste kiss on the lips."Cool, so tomorrow we're going on a date. I don't know where yet but, I'll figure it out." Quinn smiles then glances at the flat screen tv."Can we watch a movie, I want some Santana cuddles." The Latina giggles and gives Quinn another kiss."Sure, it's your pick though." She sets the pizza box aside as Quinn looks through her movies."How bout 'My Cousin Vinny'?" Santana smiles taking the movie."Good choice." She puts it in the player as Quinn climbs back into bed."You sure your mom is ok with me staying the night again?" Santana grabs the tv and DVD remote then climbs next to Quinn."Yeah, she insisted on it actually." She pauses as Quinn cuddles into her chest."I might have told her what your father did, I hope that's ok." Quinn smiles up at her."Yeah, I assumed you would anyway." Santana hits play then kisses the top of Quinn's head.

-Authors Note-

I'm not really happy with how this turned out, I know a lot of this was Quinn talking about her past, but it had to be said sometime. I didn't mean for it to be a whole chapter, but if I continued it would be too long. The next chapter won't be so angsty and Santana's issues will come to light soon. Review please(: