Here's chapter 14, Standard disclaimer I don't own Glee or any of its characters.
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Quinn stagers down the street almost drunkenly as she holds her hand up to the left side of her face. It hurt, worse than even when she had broken her nose, and there was a bit of blood, but she didn't know exactly how bad it was. Her left hand was covered with it, as she had used it to stem the bleeding, and there was quite a bit of drip that had fallen down the front of her dress. She thinks that it has finally stopped, but she isn't sure and doesn't want to check. She is having trouble seeing out of her left eye and her world is spinning. She feels sleepy, like she just wanted to go lie down and take a nap and she felt nauseous. But she holds on, she needs to get to Santana's house, Santana can help her.
That thought is what keeps her moving, shuffling along the abandoned street, late at night, almost zombie like. Physically she feels awful, but emotionally she felt numb. Her parents had kicked her out, they had abandoned her when she had needed them most, and when she had begged them to help her, flung herself at their mercy, her father had responded with violence.
When she had latched onto her father's arm, pleading with him, begging him to not abandon her, he had wrenched himself away from her and then, with all of his strength, had back handed her, catching her face and cheekbone with his wedding ring, knocking her to the ground. He had then proceeded to drag her up off the floor and to the door where he then flung her outside and into the night. All the while her mother had just stood there and watched.
She needed help, she needed to get to Santana. Santana would help her, or at least she hoped that she still would. The big problem was she couldn't quite remember how to get to her friend's house. She thinks that she needs to take a left at the next street and then it's straight to Santana's house, yes that's it… left and then… straight to Santana's house…. Straight to… Santana's house.
Instead of turning Quinn continues on forward. She is so tired and her face hurts so much, and after a while of continuing her trek, she realizes that she is lost. She remembers that she is supposed to turn left to reach Santana's house so that is what she does, but it just takes her deeper into unknown territory. She starts to shiver, more from shock than the cold. Finally she gives up trying to find her friend.
She looks around and across the street there is a park, and a park bench where she can rest and then call Santana. Yes that is what she should have done in the first place, she should have called Santana. Quinn crosses the dimly lit street and sits down at the bench and for a moment just stares off into to space, feeling completely drained, before remembering that she has something important to do.
That's right she needs to call Santana. She feels around for her phone but can't seem to find it, and she is so sleepy. She decides that she'll just lay down here and rest her eyes for a second and then she can try calling Santana again. She lies down on her side on the park bench, her legs dangling off the edge awkwardly and her hand still held protectively against her face as her eyes start to flutter closed. And as she drifts off she thinks that she hears her name being called.
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"Quinn…" A muffled voice calls through the din.
"Quinn… wake…"
Quinn groans at the loud voice and her eyes flutter open and standing in front of her is a very terrified looking Rachel Berry.
"Quinn please, wake up!"
Quinn is really confused right now, "Rachel…" she groans and slowly sits up. "What… what are you doing here?" She questions.
"I live across the street." Is the breathless reply, "I was getting ready for bed and I saw you sitting here across the street so I came to see what was going on. Oh my God, what happened to you Quinn?" the fear in the brunettes voice obvious to Quinn even in her dazed state.
"I… I need, help." She manages to say.
"It's going to be okay Quinn," Rachel says trying to reassure both herself and Quinn. The tiny brunette wraps Quinn's right arm around her shoulder and helps the blond girl stand up.
However the action causes Quinn's nausea to flare up, "I don't… don't-" And with that Quinn starts to throw up all over her and Rachel's feet. However, Rachel ignores it in favor of continuing to help Quinn across the street and into her house.
"It's okay Quinn, it's okay, you're going to be fine." Rachel says in a steady voice.
"Oh God…" Quinn groans. Her nausea has now died down a little. She is so out of it that she doesn't even feel embarrassed for puking on herself or her… friend… enemy… whatever Rachel currently was to her.
"You're fine, you're going to be fine. " Rachel helps Quinn through the threshold and into her living room before sitting her down on her couch.
"DAD, DADDY!" Rachel screams at the top of her lungs, and Quinn winces at the volume, which causes the pain in her face to flare up.
Rachel realizes what her screaming had done. "Oh, I am so sorry Quinn." Rachel says earnestly, however she didn't dare leave Quinn unattended.
She feels a slight weight lift off her chest as her two fathers rush down the stairs still in their pajamas.
"What's wrong baby girl!?" Her father, LeRoy, asks as he is the first of them to reach the living room. "What happened!?" He asks in a sever voice as soon as he sees the injured girl sitting on his couch by his daughter. He instantly falls back onto his combat medic training from his time in the army. He wasn't a doctor or a nurse, but he had enough training to keep her stabilized until an ambulance could get here. He hurries over and kneels down in front of the girl.
"Oh dear Lord!" Hiram exclaims in shock when he sees the scene in front of him.
"Quick, call 911 and then grab the first aid kit in the kitchen and a cold compress and bring them here, hurry!" LeRoy says urgently to his husband.
As Hiram goes to do as his husband asks, LeRoy turns his full attention to the girl in front of him. He gently lowers her hand so that he can get a better look at her face. "I need you to try and look at me sweetheart, try and focus on me, can you tell me your name?" He says in a calm voice.
"It's Quinn daddy, remember I told you about her," His daughter says anxiously, "she is a friend of mine from school."
"Calm down Rachel, it's going to be okay and thank you, but I need her to answer." He tells his daughter.
"Can you tell me your name sweetheart?" He asks again.
"It's… its Quinn, my name is Quinn." She replies, breathing heavily.
"Okay, that's good, and how old are you?"
"Um… I… um..."
Hiram rushes into the living room with the first aid kit in hand. "I've got it and the police and an ambulance are on their way."
As LeRoy applies some basic first aid, he is relieved to hear sirens in the distance and he turns to his husband. "Love, go to the door and wait for the paramedic's and bring them in. Rachel, baby girl, I need you to stand back and stay out of the way, I know you're scared for your friend but she will be okay, I promise." Rachel nods nervously and steps back her face drained of color.
As Quinn is sitting there, she takes comfort in the soft baritone voice of the man kneeling in front of her. What he's saying is kind of garbled but the tone is soothing and it helps to calm her mind. A commotion off to the side draws her attention and she looks over and see's Ben, along with a few other people enter the room.
She smiles, because Ben will know how to get a hold of Brittany and Brittany can help her contact Santana. She feels another bout of nausea flare and once again empties the content of her stomach.
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Maribel takes a deep breath to calm herself down before stepping into Quinn's room. The blond girl had been brought into the hospital a little after eleven and she had been unconscious at the time. Ben and the Berry's had waited all night in the hospital and it was now six in the morning. Ben had finally called her, after all of the tests had been taken and she had been given the medical treatment that she needed.
She looks over to her right and catches Ben's bloodshot eyes, all-nighter's, especially in his profession were no fun and this one had to be worse than usual, because the victim was one of their own. They were told by her doctor that Quinn was finally awake and able to talk to them and so that was what they were getting ready to do.
Maribel slowly opens the door and steps inside with Ben following close behind her. "Quinn, sweetheart, can we come in?"
Quinn looks up, surprised to see them there, before turning away, her face tinged pink with embarrassment. She was sitting up in the bed, a hospital gown on, her face was a little pale and under her left eye, on her severely swollen cheek was a stitched up gash.
The doctor had told them about Quinn's condition and so she knew that despite how ugly it looked the cut was the least of her injuries. In addition to the cut, which had required seven stiches to close, her cheek bone had been fractured from the force of the blow, and she was suffering from a severe concussion.
"Yeah… sure." Is the mumbled reply.
Ben steps a little ways inside, still standing by the door so that Quinn doesn't feel crowded and Maribel goes over stands by Quinn's bed side.
"How are you feeling sweetheart?" Maribel asks gently, taking one of Quinn's hands in her own. Quinn still won't look at her but she doesn't pull away from the contact, which is a good sign.
"I'm okay."
"Are you sure, you aren't in any pain or anything, do you need me to go get the doctor again?"
"…no… I'm good." Maribel tries not to wince at how small and broken Quinn's voice sounds.
"Okay." Maribel pauses for a moment, thinking not for the first time how cruel it is to question someone while they are in the hospital, but they needed to know what happened. They needed Quinn to talk to them so that they could help her and make sure that this didn't happen again. "Quinn I need to ask you a few questions, would that be okay?"
Quinn doesn't answer, she just nods her head in the affirmative.
"First of all, I need you to know that you are not in any trouble, Ben and I are both here for you, and we are on your side." It seems like a stupid thing to tell the victim, that they aren't in trouble. But when Maribel first started working for the D.A.'s office she had been surprised and often horrified by how many people wouldn't speak up, wouldn't get the help that they needed, because they were afraid of getting into trouble themselves. "Do you understand?"
Quinn once again just nods her head.
"Okay then, first can you tell me what happened?"
Its quiet in the room for a long while, the only sound is the ticking of the clock on the wall. "Quinn, would you be more comfortable talking to just me or just Ben, or would you like both of us to leave so that you can talk to someone else entirely, because that's okay too?" Maribel lets her know.
While she personally would feel more comfortable, feel more confident if she and Ben were the ones in charge of handling this case, she was more than willing to take a step back and let someone else handle this if it meant that Quinn was taken care of.
Still Quinn doesn't speak and after few minutes Maribel stands up to go. "It's okay sweetheart, we can do this a little later." As Maribel turns to leave, finally Quinn begins to talk.
"I told my parents."
Maribel's eyes close briefly in pain, she had figured that was the case, before she turns back to face Quinn, her face forced into a stoic mask.
"I told them I was pregnant and… she hit me, for the first time in my entire life my mother hit me… I don't understand, she's my mother, why? Why would she do that? I need her, she's my mother and I needed her." Quinn's voice which had at first been very monotone was now full of grief.
"She called me a slut and asked me how I could do this to her, to them…" Quinn was now shaking with suppressed sobs, she was trying so hard to not break down completely and it broke Maribel's heart. She quickly moves over and sits next to Quinn on the bed and wraps an arm around her. Quinn doesn't respond to the action, she just continues to try and hold back her tears as she continues to speak.
"It's okay sweetheart, it's okay, tell me what happened next."
"She wouldn't even look at me… so I… I turned to my father… he was my daddy, he… he was supposed to protect me… I asked him… begged him to help me and… and he kicked me out, they kicked me out…" Quinn finally looks at Maribel and she looks terrified and confused. "What am I going to do?"
Quinn breaks down completely and Maribel wraps her arms around the girl and holds her even tighter and and Quinn doesn't fight it or try to pull away, Instead she buries herself deeper into the embrace and cries. It takes another half an hour before Maribel and Ben finally have the full story. She tells them everything about her home life, going as far back as she can remember, and Maribel just wants to throw up. How could she have missed that this was happening to one of her girls, how could she have had her attention so diverted that she couldn't even notice that one of her own was being abused.
Finally, after hearing the whole story from Quinn, at least what she remembered, and her finally starting to settle down, Maribel shifts from her position. Quinn grips her shirt tightly, not wanting her to go and so Maribel gently lifts Quinn's face to look at her.
"It's going to be okay, you are going to be okay, I'm just going to step outside for a few minutes to talk with Ben and then I'll be right back in, okay?"
Quinn nods her head, still looking unsure, but she lets go of Maribel, who before leaving gently kisses Quinn's forehead. "I'll be right back."
As they step outside the room, Ben quietly shuts the door before turning to Maribel, all business. "How do you want to handle this?"
"Let's go talk to the Berry's, see if they have anything else they can add and then I want you to go pick them up. Charge Russell will assault against a minor and reckless endangerment. Pick Judy up for complicity and criminal negligence. She watched the whole thing happen and didn't do a damn thing about it. Quinn could have died, and I am going to make them both suffer."
Ben nods his head in approval. "Good, and by the time we're done talking to the Berry's it should just be about time for everyone to be leaving for work. I'm going to give that neighborhood a real show."
Maribel smirks, "Sounds good to me."
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Quinn sat in her room completely lost in thought, unaware of the passage of time. She had no idea what she was going to do now. She had no money and no home and she was pregnant. The only way this situation could possibly get worse was if her parents walked through that door right now, and a part of Quinn wasn't so sure that that wasn't going to happen. She could try and get a hold of Franny but Quinn didn't see that working out well in any scenario she could come up with.
She is brought out of her thoughts when she hears the door open. She looks over and see's Maribel walk in and Quinn smiles slightly.
"Hey…"
"Hey, are you still doing okay, how are you holding up?"
"I'm okay, all things considered… Maribel, about yesterday… I'm really sorry, I should have… I should have handled things better."
"You are a sixteen year old girl, who has found herself in an impossible situation, you are doing the best that you can and no one, no one, can fault you for that. You don't owe me any kind of apology okay." Maribel tells Quinn seriously.
Quinn nods, "So… um, what happens now… what do I do?" Quinn needed to know what was going on, she had to get a handle on her situation so she could plan her next move.
Maribel takes a seat next to Quinn and takes her hand. "That's part of why I'm here, you have a couple of options that we can go over. But first I want to let you know that Ben is on his way to your parent's house right now and he's going to be placing them under arrest."
Quinn gulps nervously and nods her head in understanding.
"Now the first thing I need to know is, do you wish to press charges?" Thankfully Quinn nods her head, because Maribel had not been looking forward to trying to convince Quinn to do otherwise, should she have chosen not to.
"Okay then, now as a part of that, would you like me to represent you, I'm already pressing the charges but if you would feel more comfortable with someone else handling this I can make a few phone calls and I know some top-notch lawyers who owe me a couple of favors, wouldn't cost you a thing."
"No… you can, I mean… I would feel better knowing that you are handling it."
"Okay then, I am more than happy to be your advocate, however that does bring up a few issues." Maribel squeezes Quinn's hand reassuringly, when she sees Quinn stiffen in agitation. "Nothing that can't be overcome but you need to be aware of everything that is going on before you commit to any course of action. Now, about your living arrangements, obviously you can't go home, but you do have a couple of options, and here is where my representing you may cause a bit of a problem."
Quinn is shaking a little bit, because she doesn't like the sound of that. "First off, I can call your sister, standard course of action is to usually call the nearest family member…" Maribel trails off when Quinn scoffs at that suggestion.
"Yeah I can just imagine how that phone call would go, 'hi Francine this is Maribel, would you be willing to take in your knocked up teen sister, who by the way, is pressing charges against your parents for abusing her?'"
Maribel can't help but smile because she had met Francine a couple of times before and in her opinion Quinn's interpretation of that phone call was probably pretty spot on. "Yeah, I didn't think that you would care for that suggestion, but you do need to be aware of it."
Quinn nods her head. "Okay… sorry."
"It's okay, your next option is to come live with either myself or with the Pierces, both of us are more than happy to have you come stay with us, you're family and we love you."
"I think I would like that… but didn't you say there might be a problem with that."
Maribel nods, smiling sadly. "Yes, there would be, if you come live with us then I probably can't represent you. I'll be pressing charges against your parents and I plan to go after them for everything, if you are living with me then it could be seen as a conflict of interest, that I have an ulterior motive to going after them other than just looking out for you, and the same holds true if you stay with the Pierces. Ben is handling the investigation but it could be seen as biased if you are living with them."
Quinn could feel her chest tighten in dismay. She wanted to live somewhere where she felt safe, she wanted to stay with either the Lopez's or the Pierce's but in that same breath, if she did then someone else would have to handle her case and she really hated the thought of some stranger knowing intimate details about her life and her situation.
"Now, I don't want you to think that you can't have both, but your parent's attorneys will go after that and so I wanted you to be aware."
"I don't want some stranger representing me… but I can't… I don't want to get hurt again… I don't want them getting away with this again…" Quinn starts to breath heavily.
"Shh, shh, shh, it's okay Quinn, take a deep breath, there are still a couple of other options, I can get a hold of children's services and they can find you living arrangements, however I would council against it… you have better options, and finally,"
Quinn breathes a sigh of relief, her only knowledge of children's services is how they let her down the first time she had gone through this and she didn't want them involved, she was so busy focusing on that that she missed Maribel's, last option for her.
"I'm sorry could you repeat that?"
"I said, that your friend Rachel's fathers have offered to open up their home to you as well.
Quinn looked at Maribel like she had grown an extra head, she figured living on the street or being adopted by a pack of wild dogs would be more likely than her ever living with Rachel Berry.
"Are you serious, why would they do that?"
"Well they said that you and Rachel are friends at school, and while I didn't know that you and she were that close, I have to say that it's an option that I think you should consider. You'll get to stay with a friend, it won't uproot you from school, you'll be safe, and it won't have any negative impact against your parents' trials."
"The choices are yours Quinn, I'm just here to help you, so whatever you want to do is just fine and we'll make it work. You have options and you aren't alone."
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Quinn sat quietly as she waited for her next… guest… visitor. Maribel was going to go grab them some breakfast and so while she was gone Quinn wanted the chance to speak to the Berry's, if they were still there, and at least thank them for helping her last night. She was shocked to learn that the Berrys were willing to open their home to her and at first, even though she had thought the idea was ridiculous, the longer she mulled it over however, the less ridiculous it sounded. Her first preference was to stay with the Lopez's, however now that her parents were going to trial she didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize that. It was the same reason she was hesitant to stay at the Pierces.
Her sister wasn't an option, it just wasn't, even if by some miracle of God she was willing to take Quinn in, there was just too much bad blood there for Quinn, too much resentment. And she really didn't want to stay with some strange family or person who she had no idea about. But she just couldn't wrap her mind around why the Berry's would invite her into their home. In addition to only having met for the first time, last night, she had spent the last few years tormenting their daughter. Although, Rachel was such a kind person, it shouldn't shock Quinn that her parents were like that as well.
Still before she made a decision she wanted to talk to them to find out why. Why would they do this for her. She looks towards the door when she hears a knock on the door.
"Enter." She says calmly, straightening her posture as she sat there and smoothing out the blankets around her, trying to make herself as presentable as possible.
"Hello Quinn, it's good to see you looking so well." A deep baritone voice says. A handsome African American man walks into the room.
"Hello, Mr. Berry. Where are Rachel and your husband?" She asks politely.
"Right here." A lighter, but still masculine voice says, and in steps another man, followed closely by a nervous looking Rachel.
"Oh Quinn, are you okay, does it still hurt, how many fingers am I holding up, what happened to you, who did this, do you need anything, are you comfortable, I hope you don't mind too terribly that we stayed to see how you were, I was so, we were so scared for you last night and-"
"Rachel!" Quinn interrupts a smile on her face, and while Rachel was still as intense as ever Quinn found that it didn't bother her the way that it used to.
"I'm okay, or at least that's what they tell me. I have some pain meds and I'll need to take some antibiotic's because of the cut, and it will be a while before I'm one hundred percent but I'll be okay… and," Quinn takes a deep breath before continuing "I have you and your family to thank for that. I was in a pretty bad place and you guys took care of me, so thank you."
Rachel steps forward and moves to hug Quinn before stopping herself. "Sorry…" She says a little embarrassed.
"Don't be, it's okay." Quinn says kindly and then opens her arms as an invitation for a hug, it feels a little awkward, but the smile on Rachel's face after the hug was worth it. "Thank you for saving my life." Quinn says as the tiny brunette pulls away.
"Anytime, well not anytime… oh no, what I mean is that I hope that this never happens to you again, I just meant that I would save your life anytime… and again not what I meant, not that I wouldn't do it again, it's just I hope that you are never in a position to need it again… and I'm just going to stop talking…" Rachel trails off awkwardly.
Quinn just laughs it off though, "It's fine Rachel, I knew what you meant."
It's silent in the room for the next few seconds, before Quinn finally brings up the issue that she is most curious about.
"Mr. Berry?"
"Call me LeRoy." The African American man replies, "And this is my husband Hiram."
"Thank you, but I think for this conversation I would like to keep it a little more formal on my end, and I hope that you won't take offense."
"Of course Quinn, what's on your mind?"
"First, I would like to thank you and your family once again for the help that you rendered to me last night, I was in a pretty bad way and you and your family probably saved my life, so thank you."
"It was our pleasure, I'm just glad we were there to help." Hiram responds.
"Maribel has told me that you have both agreed to open your home to me… and I want you to know that I am extremely grateful and I would like to take you up on that offer-"
"Think nothing of it Quinn, we're happy to help out a friend of Rachel's." LeRoy says.
"Thank you, but before I do, there are some things that you should be aware of before you extend such an offer." Quinn looks down embarrassed. "Because, you see… you have just said that you were happy to help a friend of Rachel's and…" Quinn hesitates here for a moment.
"First of all, I want to say what an amazing person Rachel is, she has been very kind, and generous and sympathetic to my situation, it's amazing really, I want you to know that you have raised a really good person."
LeRoy and Hiram both smile at each other, both of them thinking fondly of their daughter before looking at her and their smiles grow. "We did alright." LeRoy jokes.
"Quinn." Rachel mumbles softly, touched by Quinn's opinion of her.
"Here is the hard part, at least for me anyway… it's amazing that she has been so kind to me at this time because… I haven't given her any reason to be."
"Quinn don't worry about that-" Rachel tries to interrupt.
"No, Rachel, it's a very kind and generous offer from both of your fathers to let me stay with you guys, but before they make that kind of offer they need to know, I need them to know. Misters Berry, you need to know that for the past few years I have picked on and have been a bully to your daughter. I have gone out of my way, at times with absolutely no provocation, and made things difficult for her." Quinn can't look at anyone right now.
"And Rachel, I want you to know how sorry I am, and how much I have come to regret my actions. I cruelly and maliciously attacked and mocked you but you weathered it with dignity and responded with kindness and I am so ashamed to say that if the situations were reversed, I don't know that I could have been there for you like you have tried to be there for me… so I am sorry. And to you both as well, I am sorry for the way that I have treated your daughter."
Quinn takes a deep breath. "So… I just thought that you should both be aware of what my relationship to Rachel has been before making the kind of offer you have. Rachel has tried on more than one occasion to be my friend and it's only recently that I can even say that I responded like a human."
Quinn sits in her bed quietly, staring at her hands, as she waits for a response from the Berry's. She is trying to take comfort in the fact that because she is in the hospital, they probably won't attack her, but she does expect to hear them leaving. What she doesn't expect is the response that she gets.
"Quinn, thank you for being honest with us. But Rachel has always been open and honest about her situation at school and so we are already well aware of your guys'… shall we say rocky past, but she has also told us that there were times when she wasn't completely innocent either." Quinn looks up at LeRoy in shock.
"We discussed it as a family, and not only are we well aware of how things were between you, we are also aware of the changes in your behavior that you have made. Rachel has told us how the bullying from you has stopped and that you guys are even working towards becoming friends. We are grateful that you wanted to be honest with us, and we appreciate it, because it tells us that our Rachel is right about you, that you are a good person. So the offer stands, if you need a place to stay, then we have a room available for you." Hiram finishes speaking.
Quinn looks at Rachel's parents in shock, and she can easily see why Rachel is the way she is, she then turns her gaze on to Rachel. "Are you sure about this, I mean really sure, pregnancy and all."
"We're sure Quinn." Is LeRoy's response
"This means you will probably be seeing a lot more of Brittany and Santana as well." Quinn tries to warn Rachel.
"Brittany and I are already friends, and I have no doubt that given enough time I can wear down Santana as well. I happen to be very persuasive."
Quinn chuckles at the thought of the look on Santana's face if she had heard that. "Well then… if you guys are sure, and if you really don't mind, then I would like to take you up on your offer to stay with you."
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A.N. So the first thing to address is the medical and law stuff that is in this chapter and that may appear in future chapters. I honestly have no idea what is truly accurate. I looked up some stuff on Wikipedia and WebMD and combined that with what I've seen on Law & Order reruns and used that to try and describe Quinn's situation. I think it turned out well, but I can't say for sure. Quinn's injuries are a deep cut under the left eye, a fractured cheek bone, as well as a severe concussion. Her father hit her with all of his strength and he caught her face with his wedding ring pretty badly.
For the law stuff, Russell is being charged with assault against a minor, obviously, and reckless endangerment. Why that one, because he threw her out bleeding with a head injury out into the night. It may fall under the assault or another area but in this it's its own separate thing. Judy is being charged with complicity, because she knew about the abuse, she didn't stop it or call the police or do anything to try and stop it and she just let it happen and even participated to a degree. She is also being charged with criminal neglect, for the same reason that Russell is being charged with Reckless endangerment. She saw Quinn was in danger and did nothing, however she didn't actually throw her out so it's negligence rather than endangerment.
Now for the big thing, or the thing that I think is going to draw the attention. Quinn living with Rachel rather than Santana or even Brittany. This was the plan from day one. I didn't want Quinn living with the family of the person that she was going to date, so Santana was crossed off the list right off the bat. I have my reasons for it, some of them are story related and some of them aren't. As for Brittany, I honestly just never considered it an option going into this story, so no reason really, other than that it just wasn't something I wanted to write. And really, at least in my mind, Quinn living with the Berry's is no stranger a situation than in the show when Quinn moved in with Mercedes and her family.
Thanks for reading, I hope you have all enjoyed it so far, and chapter 15 will be up next Friday.