Chapter 6- A Should to Cry On
A/N: Next chapter in this little series. Hope you like it, although my reviews are getting fewer and fewer :(
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Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, everything would be a lot different. Although I do not.
Rachel took a couple moments to understand what had happen. She had just woken up and her brain was not working quite right yet. She sat up in bed, dazed for a moment before everything became known. The singer quickly gathered herself together and hopped out of bed.
'I hope everything is okay', she thought. She made her way to the linen closet to grab and extra pillow and blanket she would place for Quinn on the couch. 'She wouldn't have called unless it was an emergency. Oh God, what if her father hurt her? If he touched her I swear I'm going to…' Lost in her thoughts, Rachel stumbled down the stairs. The brunette quickly gathered herself together, the experience having brought her back to the situation at hand.
'Think Berry. She is not going to tell you outright. What are the signs of abuse? Well, bruises for one. A physiological barrier being created to block out the undesired memories. Clothes that cover a large portion of the body…'
Rachel continued to list off all the things she had ever read and all the TV shows she had ever seen that could possibly help her, as she set up Quinn's "bed" for the night. She then sat down patiently and waited for Quinn to arrive. Rachel brushed her hair only about a million times, and had even changed out of her old pajama shirt and into something a little cleaner. Despite the fact, they were still only pajamas.
Her phone finally rang out with a text from Quinn, breaking the silence. Rachel flipped it open quickly and read "Here". Rachel went to her front door and opened it, but no one was there. She looked around and saw Quinn sitting in the driver's seat of her car, staring straight ahead.
Rachel approached slowly and knocked on the passenger side window. Quinn turned to look at her; her face was stained with tear streaks. Rachel immediately opened the car door and climbed inside.
She placed her hand on Quinn's cheek and ran her thumb over the wet streaks. "Oh Quinn" she mumbled softly. The singer ran her eyes over Quinn's body, checking for any marks. She found none and relaxed a little.
She rested her other hand on Quinn's thigh and looked into Quinn's hazel eyes. The orbs disappeared under heavy eyelids as the blonde held back tears. "Quinn" Rachel's voice sound again, drawing the tears out. She did not want Quinn to hide, and she got her wish.
Quinn broke into tears, burying her head into Rachel's shoulder. The singer moved her hand from Quinn's cheek to stroke her hair. They stayed there for a couple of minutes; the only sound was the blonde girl's sobs.
"Let's go inside, okay?" Rachel asked, pushing Quinn gently away from her so she could look her in the eyes. She only received a small nod in response. The once powerful cheerleader had fallen from the pyramid and landed directly on Rachel.
Quinn sat down on the makeshift bed in Rachel's living room. She had not said anything since she had arrived, she had only cried.
"Thank you" she managed to get out, albeit in a quiet voice. She looked down to her lap and felt ashamed. Rachel sat down next to her.
"You're welcome" she replied, giving a warm smile.
Quinn looked at Rachel's eyes and could see no hint of malice. The singer looked completely honest and caring.
"I…I don't know what to do" Quinn confessed, regretfully tearing away from Rachel's face. "I'm so confused, Rachel. What am I going to do next? What about the baby?" She continued stumbling over words and what-ifs as Rachel looked on with concern.
"Shh" Rachel quieted her. "It'll all be okay."
Quinn scooted in towards Rachel and rested her head in her lap. The warmth was comforting and it seemed to embrace her entirely. Quinn soon felt a warm hand running through her hair and the other rubbing smooth circles on her back.
The cheerleader was just beginning to fall asleep, but she felt the warm hand on her back lose contact. She frowned visibly and sat up to look at Rachel.
"I'm sorry" the brunette apologized, "I was just turning off the light."She leaned past Quinn and flipped the switch on the bedside lamp.
The close vicinity brought again the smell of Rachel's perfume. As Rachel leaned in, Quinn's eyes closed and a chill ran through her. She felt Rachel beginning to retreat after the room had gone dark. Quickly, Quinn wrapped an arm around Rachel's waist, keeping their bodies close, almost touching.
This elicited a surprised intake a breath from the smaller girl, but absolutely no struggle. Their eyes met in the dark. There was barely enough light for Quinn to see anything besides the warm brown eyes that met hers. What little light there was streaming down the hall from Rachel's room seemed to pour directly into those brown eyes.
Quinn slowly, cautiously, closed the gap that remained between their lips. At the contact, fire erupted all over the blonde's body. All fears, all troubles, everything was forgotten as the soft lips moved slowly against hers.
Quinn reluctantly pulled away and looked into Rachel's eyes. The cheerleader was terrified of what she might see there. Nevertheless, she saw her own feelings reflected in the brunettes eyes. She saw longing mixed with a little satisfaction. She could feel the same fire coursing through Rachel's skin. It seemed to beat with a pulse its own, but they beat in harmony with each other.
Rachel leaned in again this time, still softly but not as tentatively as Quinn had. Their lips met again in a slightly more fevered manner. Rachel softly pulled away and Quinn rested her forehead on the singers shoulder.
As amazing as Quinn felt, she could not shake away her sleepiness.
"Let's get you to bed," Rachel said as she stood up, holding on to Quinn's hand. The singer looked down at Quinn before placing one more kiss on Quinn's forehead.
The cheerleader sighed at the loss of contact when Rachel's lips left her forehead and even more so as Rachel's hand slipped from her own and she saw the singer slowly retreating to the stairs leading to her room.
"Wait." Quinn called out. The cheerleader struggled briefly, with what she would say, but opted for the most obvious way. "Can I stay with you?" Quinn asked shyly. The same question she had asked previously now took on a new meaning.
Rachel turned with a smile on her face. "Of course."
Quinn stood up from the couch and followed Rachel up the stairs.