Brittany's point of view

The news had hit me harder then I ever thought it would. I had tried to mentally prepare myself incase this moment had ever occurred. No amount of preparing would be enough for when the moment happens. It hurt, shit it still hurts. I feel like someone ripped my heart out and stomped on it. Tears were unstoppable and I barely registered that my sister just walked out of the hospital room. I looked to my parents.

"Is someone going to go get her?" I asked, barely loud enough for anyone to hear.

My mom was sobbing into my father's chest as he held her tightly, neither of them gave an answer to my question. I sighed, I figured I'd be the one to go find her. Even though mom's heartbroken, she should put her feelings aside to go find my sister. I'll go, I'll go find her, I always will stop whatever I'm doing to go find her.

"I'll get…again."

I got up from my chair and gave my dad a kiss on the cheek before leaving his room in hunt of my sister. Who, once I find her, is going to get lectured on why we don't run away from our problems. Why we don't run away and wonder off somewhere and have to chance of getting hurt. She's ten, she should not have just ran off, but then again she was hurting maybe I should just let this one slide. No. She's gotten away with so much the last week. It's time to be firm but fare.

Quinn's Point of View

I took a seat in the café chair, trying to control my crying. It hurt so much that I didn't know how to handle it. I needed my daddy, he can't just give up. Is he giving up because he doesn't love me? I don't understand how he could go from fighting to just giving up. Maybe he just doesn't want to be around me anymore. I don't understand. I just feel so alone all the time now.

Before I raced off to the café I went to one of the nurses stations and asked to call someone. I had called Santana asking her if she could meet me in the hospital café. She didn't ask any questions and said she'd be there as fast as she could be.

I buried my head in my arms that were resting on the table. I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder I turned to face the person and was expecting to see Santana but it wasn't her. It was my gym teacher, Mr. Reed. I stiffened and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"My wife works here Quinn, the better question is what are you doing here crying?" he took a seat next to me and moved his hand from my shoulder to my knee. I eyed him nervously.

"I don't want to talk about it." I scooted my chair away from him, creating space between us.

"Come on Quinnie, you can talk to me. I thought we were closer then this." He gave me a creepy smile that I'm sure he thought was reassuring but just made me even more uneasy.

Before I could answer him I heard a familiar voice, "Hey, what's going on?" I turned my head to see my favorite latina.

"I'm Jim Reed, Quinn's gym teacher my wife works here and I saw her upset and I wanted to make sure she was okay." He said using his fake acting voice.

"Yeah I know who you are," Santana said, looking at his hand placed on my knee and removed it. "You're her douche bag teacher her punished her for me and her sister being gay. So excuse me for being concerned to why your talking to her."

"Okay I can see you don't want me here so I'll just leave." He turned back to me, "I'll see you in school Quinn, I hope you feel better. Remember you can always talk to me." Then he left me and Santana. I felt my body release the tension as soon as he disappeared.

Santana took the seat he vacated and took my hands. "Quinn why are you crying, and why did you ask me to meet me here? Did something happen with him because I can totally take care of it." She tried to figure out why I was so upset.

I shook my head and croaked out, "Daddy stopped fighting." Before I knew it a whole new round of sobs ripped through my throat.

Santana didn't really understand what the small girl was trying to say but she reached forward to grab the girl and hug her. She placed Quinn on her lap and wrapped a protective arm around her waist. "Quinn I don't understand you have to explain this to me. What do you mean Daddy stopped fighting?" When she received no answer she whispered soothing words into the smaller girls ear trying to get her to calm down. "Come on Q, calm down honey."

Before Santana could get any answers from the girl sitting in front of her she heard the familiar voice of her blonde girlfriend. "Quinn! You can not just run off like that, your 10! I know you're upset but you just…" she trailed off when she noticed the scene that was unfolding in front of her. "Santana what are you doing here?"

She gave a sad smile to her girlfriend and said "Quinn called me, upset so I rushed over here. I didn't know what happened so I just assumed the worst." She gave the blonde a small shrug along with her explanation.

"Thank you for coming." I heard my sister say softly, "We'll talk later, but for now I have to talk to Quinn."

I turned to face my sister, still crying. I tried to wipe away my tears and seize my crying but it hurt to much. I just didn't know how to stop. "I…I know I sho…shouldn't have ran but-but…" My older sister cut me off.

"Baby, breathe and then we'll talk." She pulled me from Santana's lap and moved me towards he lap. She rubbed my back and kissed my head. I stopped my bawling after a few minutes and caught my breath. I still had some tears but I wasn't ugly crying anymore.

"I'm sorry that I ran away, I know I shouldn't have but…" She cut me off.

"There are no buts with this Quinn." She said firmly. "You're ten years old okay? You don't just get to run off, something terrible could have happened to you. We both don't need that right now. I know you were upset okay honey, I'm upset too, but that doesn't give you the right to just up and leave. Do you understand me?"

"I understand you Brittany." I said to my older sister, leaning into her side.