A/N: Sorry for not have a story for day 6, but here's one for day 7. I had a lot of fun doing these! Enjoy! (This one's not the happiest by the way)
Day 7 : Free day
Rating: M (Okay, so this one has violence and language and actually a character death so get ready for the triggers)
Summary: Quinn's head cheerleader, a girlfriend, a daughter, but she feels like she's going crazy. Is Santana the treatment? (I wish I had better summary skills for the last story)
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The sound of sneaker shuffling was almost tranquil for Quinn. She watched as the the team danced out the routine and licked her bottom lip, tasting a bit of copper. They finished the routine and though Quinn had not been watching that close, she could tell by some of their faces that it wasn't perfected yet. They needed perfection to win Nationals, but exhaustion was a big factor on why they weren't getting it.
She placed her hands on her hips dismissed the girls. Sue never gave her permission, but this was Quinn's team too and if one of them dies from her leadership skills then they had no way of winning.
She waited for all of them to shuffle into the locker room before following, heading straight for a mirror. Quinn frowned at it, noticing that she had bit through her lip during practice. Again.
"Are you worried about something, Fabray? You're boyfriend still fooling around with Berry?" Santana said from in back of her. She sat on the bench in back of Quinn and tried to hide her concern with a nasty comment.
Quinn smiled through the reflection, "Thanks for the concern, Santana. I was just worried that your cement boobs may make it difficult for you to continue to be a flyer."
Santana smirked and looked down. They had been going back and forth at each other like this for ages and it stopped being hostile comments and started being subtle care wrapped up in the hostility. It kept Quinn on her toes but also made her appreciate the girl more and more.
"Fabray!" Sue's voice echoed from off the walls. Everyone cringed without even seeing the woman's face and Quinn quickly turned to walk to wherever she was. She found her in the hallway in front of the locker room, with a sneer on her face, "Who told you to stop practice?"
"No one, Coach," Quinn stood up straight.
"Then why is it over?"
Quinn took a deep breath. Sure, she was the only one who could tell Sue what was on her mind, but it didn't stop her from being extremely intimidated, "The girls were exhausted. If they pass out on the field or worse, die, then you'd be faced with a lawsuit."
Sue stared at Quinn, a flash of anger on her face before just annoyance, "Whatever, Blondie. Just remember, next time, I'll dismiss practice. Not you."
"Yes, Coach."
"Useless," Sue muttered before walking away. Quinn blinked her eyes, trying to let the comment pass her, before turning away in her toes.
Quinn drove herself home, which was new because Finn usually drove her home. He usually was the one who drove her to school too, but not today. He was working on a duet with Rachel for glee. He was probably cheating on Quinn with her.
Quinn clenched her jaw and cursed herself for even thinking that. Now she'd probably think about it all night.
She parked her car next to her father's and waited a moment before fixing a smile on her face and heading in. Quinn was hit with the smell of spaghetti and garlic and frowned at the growl at her stomach. She looked up at the stairs and wished she could just go to her room, and then headed for the kitchen.
"Quinn!" Her mother greeted from by the stove, "How was your day?"
"Fine," Quinn smiled as she grabbed a water bottle from out of the fridge, "Is daddy in the study?"
"Yes, he'll be down in a minute," Judy looked around and whispered, "He's not in the greatest of moods so best behavior, Darling. Okay?"
Quinn nodded her head, taking a sip of her water.
Dinner was quiet, which was almost unusual. Usually it was spent with her father telling his day and asking Quinn how her day was and then ending with something about her sister Frannie. Those were how the good nights went.
But the way Russell tossed his food around on his plate, made the whole night shift into a bad one.
"What is this shit, Judy?" Russell started, right on cue, throwing his fork onto his plate.
"It's spaghetti, dear," Judy responded.
"Okay, but why are you feeding us it?" Russell took a swig of his scotch, a drink too strong to go with dinner, "You too lazy to make anything else? You don't do anything all day. Why are you being lazy?"
Judy didn't respond and Russell huffed before looking at Quinn who was poking her fork at her food, "And what the hell is your problem?"
Quinn looked up, "Nothing, daddy."
"Why the hell aren't you eating?"
"I'm not hungry."
"You're not hungry," he repeated, "Eat the food, Lucy."
Quinn looked down at the food, "I can't."
"I said eat the food."
"I just," Quinn started to argue back but changed her mind, "Can I be excused?"
Russell pinched the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger and his thumb, "Just get out of my sight."
Quinn got up from her seat and made it quickly upstairs, happily sighing as she laid on her bed. She stared at the wall and waited for time to pass her by. For it to forget her like the stories of people that she's read about. But barely a minute had passed before her eyes grew tired.
She turned away but jumped once she felt her phone buzz. Quinn looked at it, expecting to see Finn's name but instead saw Santana's, so she answered, "Hello?"
"Q?"
"Yeah?"
"What was wrong with you at practice?"
Quinn bit her lip but quickly stopped, realizing that that's the reason why Santana's calling her in the first place, "Nothing."
"I guessed it, didn't I? You're worried about Finn."
Quinn sighed, "San, leave it."
"Look, Quinn, fuck Finn. He doesn't deserve you."
Quinn shook her head, "I don't deserve to be happy, do I?"
"Of course you do, Q."
Quinn suddenly felt a lump in her throat, "I don't want to talk about this anymore."
"Quinn, I-"
"See you tomorrow, San," then she hung up. She crawled under her covers and hugged a pillow, deciding that she was going to try to get sleep tonight.
The next day at school, after four hours of sleep, Quinn walked the hallways, splitting crowds in half by the mighty power of her Cheerios uniform. She was heading to the choir room, the day of Finn and Rachel's duet and the last day Quinn has to think of them being together all by themselves singing love songs to one another.
She sat herself next to Finn's stuff and eyed him standing too close to Rachel in the front of the room. They were whispering to each other and Rachel giggled and Quinn sucked in a shaky breath.
"You okay there, Tiger?" Santana's voice asked from next to her. Quinn looked over to Santana, who was now sitting by her, and gave an unconvincing nod, "Look, if your that worried then go through his phone or something. His stuff's right there."
Quinn wanted to say that she wasn't that type of girl, but she was. So she reached through his stuff until she found his phone. He didn't even have a lock on it as she swiped it open. She didn't have look farther than that as probably the most incriminating feature on his phone was on the home screen; a picture of Rachel Berry.
Quinn put the phone where it was and grasped on to the edges of her chair. She felt like jumping the small girl in front of her but what would everyone think? What would Santana think?
Then they started to sing and Quinn had to turn away. Their voices harmonized so well together and it made her skin crawl. Finn was Quinn's and Rachel was just coming out if nowhere and taking him from her. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair.
The song was over faster than she could have imagined and Quinn felt herself leave before her mind caught up. Sure, it wasn't polite for her to leave like that but what she wanted to say would have been worse.
Her name was called after her and she turned to see Finn catching up, a goofy smile on his face, "Did you like it?"
Quinn creased her eyebrows, "Does it look like I liked it?"
"I just thought you had to go to the bathroom," Finn joked but turned serious once he noticed the look on Quinn's face, "What's wrong?"
"I want you to stay away from Rachel," Quinn blurted out, "I don't want you two around each other anymore."
"That's crazy, she's my friend," Finn looked to the sky before saying, "That's like me telling you to stay away from Santana."
"She's not trying to steal me away from you, Finn," Quinn took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, "Rachel is... Just stay away from her."
"She's my friend, Quinn."
"Stop saying that. You know she's not just a friend."
Finn scrunched up his face, "What are trying to say?"
Quinn folded her arms, "You know what I'm trying to say."
"This is crazy."
"Look, you have to choose, Finn. If you want to stay with me than you can't be around her anymore."
Finn shrugged, "I don't even think you're worth the trouble."
Quinn flinched, that hurt more than she would have thought. She nodded her head before turning on her heel and walking the other way.
Quinn drove in circles just so that she wouldn't get home early. Once she decided that it was time, she parked her car and welcomed the cooking scent from her home. This time she was hungry. Maybe if she would eat a bit, today wouldn't hurt so much.
Dinner went smoother than the day before, her father more talkative but she could tell that his mood was still a bit sour.
Quinn took a large bite out of her lasagna and jumped at the sound of her father throwing his fork down on the plate again.
"Pasta again, Judy?" He announced.
"Yes," the woman took a small bite, "There was a bargain at the store."
"So now we're a bargain family? Are we broke or something cause last I checked, I was making enough money to feed us properly."
"Yes, Dear."
"Don't yes dear me," he then turned to Quinn who was in the middle of another bite, "Whoa slow down, Lucy. You don't want to get fat again."
"I'm hungry," Quinn said after swallowing.
"I didn't ask."
"Well, what do you want me to do? Eat or not eat? Make up your mind," Quinn felt a surge of confidence flow through her. Her day was crap and she didn't feel like putting up with him, too.
"Quinn," Judy warned.
"Shut up, Judy," Russell waved her off and turned his full attention to his daughter, "Are you getting mouthy with me?"
"No," Quinn put down her fork, "I'm just saying-"
Russell raised his open hand and landed it across Quinn's face, silencing the girl. The room stayed motionless as Quinn's eyes watered and her cheek began to ache.
"Don't get mouthy with me," Russell's voice sliced through the silence, "This is my home and I demand respect. Now go to your room. I don't want to see your face for the rest of the evening. Fucking waste of space."
Quinn yanked herself from the table and ran up to her room. She laid flat on her bed and wiped any tears that had fallen.
She felt her phone buzz and again it was Santana. Quinn considered not answering, but pressed the green button anyways, "What?"
"Where did you go today? People were worried and shit."
"I don't know."
"Did you see something on Finn's phone or something?"
"No," Quinn scooted under her covers while keeping the phone securely to her ear, "Maybe. Yeah. A picture. His home screen. It was Rachel."
"That dick. Do you want me to beat his ass or publicly humiliate him?"
Quinn pulled the cover under her chin, "Neither, San."
"There's no neither, it's one or the other."
Quinn let out a little laugh, but stopped in case Russell decided to come upstairs for something, "You don't have to."
"I know, but you're like," she paused, "one of my best friends."
"You're sweet but," Quinn touched her cheek and hissed at the sting lingering on it, "I'll sleep on it, okay?"
"I'm not sweet."
"Yeah, yeah. You're a tough bitch."
Santana laughed on the other line, making Quinn smile, "Okay, Q. Night."
"Night, Santana," she said before hanging up. She tossed the phone away from her and felt her eyes droop from exhaustion. Quinn felt herself get a bit excited at the idea of her maybe getting some sleep.
Quinn sat at her desk in the middle of her second period, trying to stay awake. She had gotten something close to sleep, but that included a nightmare. The nightmare was based at the school but she was there by herself all alone because everyone had left her. She had woke up on the verge of tears.
But in real life school, it was different. People wanted to be around her, even if one of those people included that Jewish boy who kept asking her if she knew about the secret affair Finn and Rachel were having for his website. She denied it, though she knew there was something going on. She just hoped no one would catch up with Finn's idea of her lackluster of worthiness.
Speaking of Finn, here he was coming, jogging over with an apologetic grin on his face.
"Can I talk to you?" He asked before leading them to a less crowded part of the hallway, "I need to apologize to you."
"This is true," Quinn nodded, too tired to beat around the bush, "Apologize then."
"I'm sorry," Finn rubbed the the top of her arm, "but Rachel's my friend and I can't just stop being friends with her just cause you say so."
"I can't share, Finn," Quinn yanked her shoulder away, "It's either me or her and that's it."
Finn looked down, "I choose her. She's my friend and she needs me-"
Quinn put up her hand to stop him. She felt like she was going to be sick and didn't know whether she should slap him or beat him, but managed to walk away instead. Her emotions were bubbling over and she was having a hard time keeping everything in.
By the end of the day, and the end of a practice that Sue had dismissed herself, Quinn was exhausted. She sat in the locker room as the girls shuffled out one by one. She looked at the cut on her knee that she developed during practice and wondered why it didn't even hurt.
"You're still here," Santana observed as she sat next to blonde. She looked down at the cut on Quinn's knee, "You're always bleeding after practice."
Quinn shrugged, so Santana dug into her bag and pulled out a small first aid kit. As she opened it, Quinn gave her a look, "Britt's always bleeding after practice, too."
Quinn nodded her head before letting the other girl clean up her wound. It was quiet in the locker room, except for the light echo that came from the school outside of the room and the plastic that crumbled in Santana's hands as she opened up a bandaid.
"What happened to your face, Q?" Santana asked as she put the first aid away, "Did you get slapped or something?"
Quinn hadn't thought that anyone had noticed, her father had left her cheek pretty swollen this time. She let out a nervous laugh and set out to change the subject, "Did Brittany stop sleeping with you?"
"What?"
"You're only this observant when Brittany stops sleeping with you."
"You can say that," Santana kicked her bag away from her, "Now about your face-"
"I don't want to talk about it. Let's not talk about it," Quinn pleaded.
Quinn watched as a slew of emotions passed over the girl's face before she nodded, "I guess, Quinn."
"Thanks, San," Quinn leaned her head against the lockers.
"But it bothers me that someone could touch your face and you won't let me snatch them," Santana folded her arms.
"Let it go," Quinn warned and Santana rolled her eyes.
They sat in silence again. Quinn smiled, the company comforting her.
The next day was better, except for the random notes she kept finding everywhere. In her locker, in her books, all from Finn. It confused her, since all had words of "Sorry" and "Lets not fight anymore" like Finn hadn't chose Rachel over her the day before.
Quinn never actually saw Finn until glee practice later that day, when he sang a song in her honor in a way to get her to forgive him. She folded her arms and rolled her eyes. Quinn was still hurt and a romantic 80s song wasn't going to make her feel better.
Finn finished and walked over to Quinn with a smile, "Forgiven?"
Quinn sighed and looked away, "No."
"Really?" Finn scratched the back of his head, "Rachel had told me that-"
"Do you not understand why I'm pissed at you?"
"I just thought-"
"You thought wrong, Finn!" Quinn turned away to calm herself, "Just sit down. I don't want to talk to you."
Finn sighed, shrugged at Rachel and sat in a seat away from Quinn.
Quinn decided to stay late after practice again, this time outside on the track. She sat, legs folded, on the tracks and stared at the sun. She tried to lose her anger with sun setting in the sky, but it wasn't working so she pulled her legs into her chest and breathed.
"Do you ever go home?" Quinn looked over to Santana, who walked over to her with her bag over her shoulder.
Quinn shook her head, "I just haven't felt like it."
"Same," Santana sat next to her and threw her bag by her feet, "How are you, Q?"
"Why do you care?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's cause I'm like your friend or something. So, how are you?"
Quinn bit her lip, "Stressed."
"How come?" Santana leaned back by her hands.
"I'm just," Quinn danced her finger on the turf ground, "Stressed."
Santana made a noise of agreement, "Want to know how I take care of stress?"
"No thanks, Santana. I don't go that way."
Santana laughed, "You don't even know what I was going to say."
"You were going to say something about sex."
"Was not."
"Fine," Quinn patted her knees in a tattoo, "How do you relieve your stress, Santana?"
The girl smirked, "Sex."
Quinn sighed, "Thanks for telling me. I don't know how that helps me, but thanks."
"Well it was also a suggestion," Santana continued once Quinn gave her a confused look, "Look, your stressed out. Sex relieves stress. I happen to be good at that department."
"Are you offering me sex?" Quinn's eyes went wide.
"Yes?" Santana tried.
"San, that's nice of you," Quinn looked back up the sky, the sun almost about gone and the air getting chilly, "But not only am I straight but I literally just got out of a relationship and I'm not-"
"It's just sex, Fabray. It's not going to hurt you. Actually, it's suppose to make you feel better."
"I'm flattered but-"
"I'll prove it."
Quinn turned back to her and squinted her eyes, "Like how?"
"Are you in?"
"I'm just curious on how you're going to prove it."
Santana thought for a moment, "I don't know."
Quinn watched as Santana eyed the sky, letting her eyes outline the base of her jaw and stopping at the smooth skin of her neck.
Santana looked back towards the blonde, catching Quinn staring. She smirked before laying down to look up at the sky, "I was just kidding, Q."
Quinn didn't respond as she let her eyes travel down her friend's body, allowing whatever she had been feeling for Santana to take over. Her eyes traced the letters on her Cheerios' top, stopping at the white outlined H before scoping her eyes down to the bottom of the top where brown skin barely showed. Quinn traced the ground with her finger, imagining that the cold, soft floor was the Latina's warm, silky skin.
Her eyes flicked her eyes back to brown ones once the girl started to shift under her gaze. She shared a look with Santana, a look that said that they were both desperate and needed this. If what they were thinking was actually going to happen.
So Quinn leaned down and kissed her, keeping herself balanced with one hand and using the other to cup Santana's face. It wasn't the first kiss for either of them, but it could have been by the sheer force of it.
Their lips stayed together, in synchronized movement, even as Santana moved Quinn to lay on the ground with her on top of her.
They only separated once Santana pulled away, Quinn's hands still latched to her shoulders and pulling her down.
"Quinn, why are we kissing?" Santana asked, stopping a few inches in front if Quinn's face to look her in the eye.
"Why are you asking questions?" Quinn pulled at her, trying to pull her back to her. She must have been mistaken, but she thought that Santana needed this too.
"Quinn I can't," Santana looked away, "I didn't know what I was thinking. I..."
Santana opened and closed her mouth, forming words before changing her mind and staying silent. Quinn watched her, her fingers gripped tight against Santana's shoulder blades, worried that the girl was going to change her mind.
"My dad hits me," Quinn blurted out. Santana turned her face to her, eyes as wide as the moon above and Quinn repeated almost to herself, "My dad hits me."
Quinn released her grasp and sunk into the floor. Saying it aloud made everything feel a lot different.
"Are you serious?" Santana asked but didn't wait for an answer before wrapping Quinn in her arms. She held Quinn tight and whispered in her ears, "I'm so sorry, Quinn. I'm so sorry."
Quinn slipped her arms around Santana's waist, feeling comfort by the fresh tears that coated the other girl's face. She gasped at the feeling of a pair of full lips on her cheek, then on her jaw, then stopped at her neck.
Santana stayed there, lips ghosting over Quinn's skin, before giving an open mouthed kiss on Quinn's pulse point making the blonde grasp at her back and cast her eyes to the sky.
Tongue on her neck and eyes to the sky made the contrast between the cool air and the heat on Quinn's skin almost unbearable.
Santana carefully reached between them to open Quinn's legs to make room for her knee. She pushed it against Quinn and went for a kiss as Quinn let out a slight moan. Not a word was said between them as Santana let her had slide down Quinn's torso and lower under Quinn's skirt and deeper until Quinn bucked her hips and moaned into her mouth.
The next part happened quicker, and Quinn's body felt separated from her as Santana thrusted her fingers against the uneasy rhythm of Quinn's hips. Quinn couldn't feel the words or noises that came out of her mouth, but could feel the hot tears against her shoulder.
Once Quinn began to shake and Santana slowed her hand down, Quinn nuzzled her face into Santana's shoulder. She stayed still and waited for Santana to pull away and leave, but Santana stayed as still as her. She rubbed her arm, whispering in her ear with her fingers still inside of her, "It's going to be okay, Quinn. It's going to be okay."
Quinn returned home later that evening, the first real smile on her face all week. Santana wanted to stay with her all night, but Quinn had to go home. It was bad enough that she doesn't come home at the same time that she usually did.
She leaned forward towards the mirror in her room and smiled at the hickey on her neck. If she was honest with herself, she almost felt like she wasn't even in her body when Santana touched her. Like an outer body experience. She wasn't sure if that was romantic or what.
A knock made her turn her head to her open door, where he father stood. He leaned against the door frame with his arms folded, "You've been coming home late."
"Practice runs over," she turned to face him, "I'm sorry about the other night."
"Yeah, well you got smart with me," Russell breathed through his nose, "I'm sorry, too."
"I forgive you, daddy," Quinn smiled but noticed a look on his face, "Is something wrong?"
He pointed his finger at her, "What's that on your neck?"
Quinn slapped her hand against her neck and turned away. She silently cursed herself then silently cursed Santana for putting it there and then silently cursed herself again because it wasn't like the other girl would have known or anything.
"Lucy!" Russell raised his voice, already enraged, "Don't tell me your fucking around again! You were pregnant once, I won't tolerate again."
"I'm not!" Quinn responded with out turning around.
"We'll ask your mother what the fucks on your neck," he whipped her around by the shoulder and grabbed her by the wrist before dragging her out of the room.
Quinn stared at her pencil on her desk, her eyes burning through the lead. Another night went by with barely any sleep. She had been thinking hard and she needed to get Finn back. He didn't want her like he should but if she couldn't keep him then she couldn't keep anyone. If she couldn't keep someone like Finn, then how could she even think about Santana.
By the end of the class, Quinn felt on edge. Her leg shaking and nibbling her bottom lip, she wondered if it was already too late. If Finn wouldn't take her back.
Once the bell rang, she stood up from her desk and started to look for the tall boy. She searched through the crowd of students and walked up the stairs to the second floor. Before she stepped fully onto the floor, a voice called her from behind her.
She turned to see a Rachel Berry coming up the stairs with a determined look on her face, "What you did to Finn was utterly wrong."
Quinn sighed, she didn't have time to talk to Rachel. There was only two minutes before class and she wanted to find Finn before the bell, "Explain."
"You embarrassed him in front of everyone," Rachel crossed her arms and shook her head, "Don't you feel any shame?"
"I know this is really about and frankly you should be thanking me," Quinn said, trying to get to the point.
"What is this-"
"You've wanted Finn ever since you saw him and now that we've broke up you just can't wait to get your scronny little fingers on him," Quinn pointed her finger at the shorter girl, "But let's be square, Sweetie. I'm not letting Finn out of my clutches until I'm done with him and that doesn't seem like it's coming up anytime soon."
Rachel blinked her eyes and took a step closer to Quinn, "Well if we're going to be honest then yes, I am happy that you broke up with him because honestly Finn needs to be around people who positively influence him."
The bell rung and Rachel stopped to watch the students shuffle into classes before talking again, "And if I'm going to be completely honest Finn deserves better than you."
Quinn swallowed and held on to the railing next to her for support, "And what does he deserve? An overbearing, egotistic, selfish, Hobbit girl?"
"Well at least I'm not an emotionless, crazy bitch," Rachel whispered, "I almost feel bad for you, Quinn. He was going to leave you anyways. But you did the hard part for him."
Quinn set her and jaw and by the way Rachel smirked, the shorter girl must have took her silence for a win. She turned her back to the blonde and began to walk down the stairs.
Quinn felt her eyes water and her heart thump in her ears. Rachel was going to win Finn. Finn was going to forget about her. Then nobody would want her. Why would Santana want someone that nobody wanted?
Quinn pushed those thoughts aside as she used her weight to push against Rachel's back. The shorter girl lost her footing immediately and failed to hold the railing next to her. Rachel tumbled, her ankle shattering from the amount of weight put on it, making her go head first down. The rest happened faster as she cracked over the sixteen steep stairs until she hit the bottom with an unconscious flop. The girl made no movement other than from her shallow breaths as a trickle of blood ran down her forehead.
Quinn stood at the top of the stairs, hand covering her mouth from shock. She felt her legs give out as she sat on the top stair, wondering if the girl below was still alive. Her hands shook and her eyes darted around her and she couldn't believe that she could have done something like that.
Then Quinn felt herself calm and took a deep breath. She looked around for camera's but the only one close to her cut off by the middle of the staircase. It didn't see a thing. She looked around the hallway, but it was deserted. No one had seen anything.
She looked back at Rachel at the bottom. It all felt like it wasn't real, almost like it never happened. If she wanted to, she could walk away from this. It kind of already felt like she was. But could she do that to Rachel? Could she just leave her?
At the dining room table later that night, Quinn poked at her food in front of her. It looked like meatloaf, but Quinn couldn't be sure. What she did know was that she couldn't let the food touch her mouth, it would make her start feeling reality again.
"This isn't meat," Russell complained before taking a bite and chewing and talking at the same time, "What the hell is this, Judy?"
"It's not pasta," Judy commented and Quinn smirked at her mother's cheekiness.
"It's not even food," Russell took another bite and washed it down before looking at Quinn, "Haven't seen you at this table for a couple of days. What makes tonight different?"
Quinn shrugged, she had skipped practice and drove straight home. The news of Rachel taking a spill down the stairs was spreading like a wildfire through the schools and making her feel as though everyone knew what had really happened. She needed to get away. Even if away meant home, "I missed you guys."
"That's sweet, Honey," Judy smiled and Quinn tried her hardest to smile back.
"I guess," Russell pointed to Quinn's plate, "Still not eating I see."
Quinn shook her head, "I'm not hungry."
"Why?" Russell grumbled, "Is it your mother's cooking?"
"No, she's a great cook. I'm just not hungry."
"Don't you think that's a little rude?" Russell squinted his eyes at Quinn.
"Daddy, I'm just-"
"Not hungry," Russell put his fork down and wiped his face, "No fucking manners."
"It's okay, Quinnie," Judy interjected, "You don't have to eat if you don't want to."
"Of course she has to!" Russell threw his napkin on the table violently, causing Quinn to flinch and tighten her grasp on the fork in her hand, "Now eat your food, Lucy!"
Quinn bit the inside of her cheek. She wondered why she didn't just listen to him, but she never could. She just never could do it, no matter how mad he got, "I'm not hungry, Daddy."
"This is the not the time to me, Lucy Quinn Fabray!" Russell shouted as he slammed his palm into the table making Judy and Quinn jump, "Now eat your dinner or I'll make you eat you it!"
"I'm not hungry!" Quinn shouted back before shoving her fork through his hand.
Quinn sat back, eyes wide and wondering if she really had just done that. She looked up at her father, whose eyes were just as wide, but his eyes were on the fork sticking out of his shaking hand. He turned to his head to Judy and silently asked her how they should react. Quinn looked over to her as well, waiting for the woman to respond.
Judy held tightly to the edge of the table and gave Quinn a tight lipped smile, "Sweetie, do you mind excusing yourself from the table? Your father and I have to talk."
Quinn shuffled quickly out of her chair and stuttered, "Y-yes, mom."
Quinn decided against going to her room and ran out of the house instead. She walked to the only place she could think of.
She rung the doorbell and waited a few moment before Santana leaned against the open door.
Santana folded her arms, "Quinn."
"Hey, San," Quinn smiled and noticed that the other girl looked stand-offish, "I haven't seen you all day."
"More like you've been avoiding me all day," Santana looked away, "You could have just told me that you didn't want anything to do with me."
"San," Quinn put her hand on the girl's shoulder, "I was just scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Scared of," Quinn sighed, "Scared of losing Finn."
Santana scoffed, moving her shoulder away and going to close the door.
Quinn placed her hand on the door and tried to think of anything to stop her, "I pushed Rachel."
Santana stopped and opened the door fully open, "What did you just say?"
"I pushed her," Quinn felt the words come out so effortlessly, "It was no accident. I was there with her when she fell. I pushed her down the stairs."
Santana opened the door wide and Quinn took the chance to walk through the door before continuing to talk, "I barely felt like I did it, but I did. And I left her there."
Santana closed the door softy before turning back to Quinn with her arms folded, "Why are you saying this?"
"Because it happened," Quinn's lip trembled, "I pushed her down the stairs."
Santana looked down, causing a silence between them. Quinn stood still and watched her, waiting for the girl to react in anyway.
"I-" Santana started to say but stopped herself before moving to embrace Quinn. She hugged her tight and said with a small voice, "I can't believe you did that, Quinn."
"I'm sorry," Quinn held her back, "You can't tell anybody, San. You can't."
Santana rubbed the blonde's back and closed her eyes, "I won't tell anyone. I promise."
They stood there for awhile, standing in each other's arms waiting for the other to say anything. Santana was the one who broke them apart, kissing Quinn on the cheek and telling the girl that she could stay the night at her house.
School the next day flowed better after a night where Quinn actually had slept. Waking up in Santana's arms had casted a smile on her face and it had lasted until the end of the day. She even had the smile still on her face when she was put on the prom committee to put up the decorations.
Quinn stood next to the ladder she was using to set up streamers. She cut out a few of the stars she was suppose to glue to the streamers, the heaviness of the weight of the extra large scissors annoying her.
Her concentration was interrupted by shoes squeaking in the deserted gym and Quinn looked up to see a grinning Finn calling out to her.
He approached and attempted to kiss her, but gave her a confused look as she moved her face out of the way, "Don't tell me you're still mad at me?"
"We broke up, Finn," Quinn went back to cutting, "You made it pretty clear and so am I."
"We never officially broke up," Finn stopped her hand from continuing by putting his hand on top of hers, "Now how about we get over this whole thing and stop fighting?"
Quinn snatched her hand away, "I'm already over it."
"Good,"Finn looked up at the streamers that Quinn had already put up and shook his head, "I should help you out. That's like a 10 foot drop. Don't want you to get hurt."
"I don't need your help."
Finn laughed and picked up a streamer, "Of course you do. What would you do without me?"
Quinn watched as the boy climbed up the ladder and wondered what she would do without Finn. What would she do without him following her around like a lost puppy? What would she do without someone like him wanting her?
But then she remembered that she didn't need him. That she had someone waiting for her. That he did nothing but add more pain an hopelessness to her life that she could have just got from home. She didn't need him. She didn't need any of him.
Her next movement seemed to shoot out from her in her and she shook the ladder in front of her. She shook it hard until she felt weight shift from it. Then she turned away and flinch as she heard the weight smack against the floor.
Quinn took a deep breath and turned around to a motionless Finn. His eyes still open and his body in a weird position. Quinn looked hard at him, trying to feel anything for what she was seeing. Instead she felt disconnected, almost like he wasn't even real.
Quinn jumped at the sound of foot steps coming to a halt in back of her.
She turned around and held her breath once she saw Santana, standing with tape in one of her hands and her other hand over her mouth.
The Latina walked forward but stopped again before looking at Quinn, "What did you do?"
"I-" Quinn looked around, "I don't know."
Santana uncovered her mouth before walking a little closer to Finn's body, "What happened?"
Quinn swallowed, "He fell."
"How?"
Quinn shook her head and Santana put her hand against her forehead. Santana looked at her and Quinn whimpered at the shear terror on her face.
"We have to get help," Santana finally said.
"Why?" Quinn held herself.
"Why do you mean why?"
"They'll figure it out, Santana," Quinn felt herself shake, "They'll know what I did."
"Quinn, we can't just leave him!"
"But he's dead!"
"I know!" Santana looked away for a few moments before turning back, "Don't you think he deserves more than that?"
Quinn felt herself get light headed before snapping, "What about me, Santana? What do I deserve?!"
Santana scrunched up her face and it made Quinn feel on edge.
"Answer me! What do I deserve?" Quinn shouted and Santana began to back away. Quinn noticed the movement and moved towards her, "I didn't mean to yell, San."
Santana put up her hand, "Just stop walking, Quinn. Breathe. Stay calm."
"Why would you say that?" Quinn demanded, "I'm sorry. Please don't leave."
"I'm not leaving, Q," Santana still moved away, Quinn staying in step with her, "Just stop moving. We need to think about what next we're going to do."
"I know what you're going to do," Quinn pointed her finger at her, "You're going to leave me. Cause you'll figure out that I'm not worth it."
"Quinn."
"I'm not worth it!" Quinn shouted, motioning her hands at the girl. However she didn't notice that she still held the large scissors in her hand and had now successfully thrusted the tool at Santana, lodging it into her torso. Her eyes looked to Santana's face, eyes now wide in horror, to tell her how to respond.
Santana barley responded with a whine, "Quinn."
The Latina lost her footing and Quinn helped her to the ground, crying her apologies incoherently.
Santana kept her eyes on her now bleeding wound, one hand deciding on whether to touch the scissors and the other wrapped up in Quinn shirt. Once her eyes began to get blurry, she looked back at Quinn, "You stabbed me, Q."
Quinn nodded her head and begun to shake, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."
"I know," Santana laughed and grabbed tighter at the girl as her limbs started to get heavy, "Holy fuck, Q."
"Please don't die," Quinn held her closer and felt tears escape her eyes.
"It's happening to fast, Q," Santana rested her head in the crook of Quinn's elbow and whispered, "I have to tell you that you're wrong."
Quinn didn't say a word so Santana continued, her hand losing its grip, "You're not worthless, Quinn. You don't know how much you mean to me."
Quinn closed her eyes in a way to stop herself from sobbing, "Why would you say that?"
"Sorry," Santana laughed, but it soon died down as her hand lost its grip and fell to the floor.
Quinn sat there with the girl in her arms and sighed to herself, "Thanks for the concern, Santana."
Okay, so that's my last entry. Thanks for reading!