***Hope everyone is enjoying the story. And someone please message me and tell me if it's any good. This next chapter we learn a little more about Quinn. And her and San are reunited. Enjoy!
My blood is boiling with anger
I hate the way I love it
Holding Brittany until her breathing evens out and she's asleep, Santana tries to get out from under her without waking the beautiful girl. She makes it from the bed without disturbing her…Brittany? She guesses that's all they are. She's her Brittany. That's all right?
Feeling the withdrawal already setting in, Santana does a couple lines of her un-cut batch, grabs her things, kisses Britt on the cheek goodbye, and makes her way down the stairs. She's about to breeze through the living room and through the front door, when she hears her name.
"Tana? S-santana?"
Santana whips her head around and simultaneously dropping her things when she notices the face behind the voice.
"Q? Is that really you, Britt told me you lived here and I couldn't believe it?"
Quinn runs over and tackles the smaller girl into a hug. They stay silent, rocking back and forth squeezing the hell out of each other, both stuck in their heads. Until Quinn speaks.
"I can't believe you're the Lopez everyone's been talking about. San I never thought I'd see you again. My baby sister."
Quinn starts to cry. She's so happy. She has missed Santana and Santos since she left 6 years ago.
"Q. You better stop crying, cuz you're gonna make me cry and then I'm gonna kick your ass."
"At least some things don't change. You're still my favorite bitch S."
They stand in silence for a minute. Just taking in meeting each other again. Santana has had a crazy fucking week.
"Hey Q, are you doing anything today? Also why the fuck are you up at 6:30 in the morning?"
"I couldn't sleep. I kinda um kept thinking about how today is your birthday."
"You still remember that?"
"Of course Tana, you're my only family, and I know it's a bad day for you. Don't you remember mine?"
"May 29" she spits out without even thinking.
"My point exactly S, we're family."
"Come with me to my house I have a lot to tell you about the other person in our family"
They both gather their things and Quinn marvels at the car and other nice shit San has. "This girl is a bossss." She thinks.
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The two girls drive through Kensington to get to San's house in Rittenhouse Square, singing loudly and dancing in their seats. They're both so happy to be reunited. Embarrassingly huge smiles bursting onto their faces. Finally they get to the house.
"Holy shit Tana, you must cook up a fuckin storm."
"Yea I barely sleep. Tom and Jerry is in high demand. Well at least what I can sell of it without Hudson knowing."
She realizes her mistake when Quinn quirks an eyebrow at her and her green eyes bore into San's brown.
"Care to explain S?
"Well um you remember Santos right?
Quinn nods her head impatiently urging San to get on with it.
" W-well after I left Headliner's to cook with Holy. My stamps started getting popular and during the third year when Santi was 13, he started dealing and making runs for Hudson."
"Go onnn." Quinn urges already mad Santi got into that shit.
"After a couple months he wanted to get out and work harder in school and sports so he could get a football scholarship, he was gonna do well for himself ya know?"
Santana hates the next part of this horror story.
"Hudson wouldn't let him out. H-he f-ound-found out, that I was his sister and that I made the best dope in Kenso. He t-took Santos and threatened to kill him if I didn't make Tom and Jerry soley for him, all while only paying for the supplies to make it and giving me only 10 percent of the packages worth. That was a year ago…"
Santana trails off the last part. It hurts so much that she can't save her brother. It's all her fault really. If she didn't cook Finn would have nothing over Santos and he could be playing football and learning about the quadratic equation or some shit.
"I know it's all my fault! It's all my fuckin fault. If I just stayed at the club and turning tricks Santi would be here! It's all my fault. All my…"
She trails of in a whisper. Now kneeling on the floor pounding her fists into the ground. Quinn comes over and sits down on the floor pulling the brunette into her lap and holding her like she's the glue to keep the broken girl together.
"shhh, shh. San it's not your fault. It's not even Santi's fault, even though I'm gonna kick his ass when I see him for being dumb, it's that bastard Hudson. We're gonna get him back San I promise we're gonna get him back."
"Don't you think I've tried!"
"Did you forget what happens when a Lopez and a Fabray join forces?"
"Haha how could I ever forget. You saved my life by giving that bitch a bad hit."
"Exactly my point. I have a plan…."
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After concocting a famous Lopez-Fabray scheme, Santana decides to show her the lab and introduce her to her lezbro.
"…andd here we are. My own little piece of heaven. It took a while but-"
"Santana how the fuck do you know Quinn?"
"Puck how the fuck do YOU know Quinn?"
Quinn coughs and then speaks up.
"I met Puck at a party and we um hung out."
"Gross Q, you fucked Puck?"
"Hey I'm not gross you bitch. Ladies love them some Puck. Isn't that right Quinn?"
Quinn cringes. The sex was not great at all!
"So you're the blonde Puck was with at Finn's party. Hmmm?"
"Fuck you Puck. Any way. Me and San have known each other since the foster home days."
Puck ponders on that for a second before realization hits him.
"Oh shit. You're the girl San always told me about. Her sister of sorts right?"
"Correct Fuckerman. But in other news me and Q here have a plan to get Santos back and we need your help."
"Count me in sexy ladies"
At the same time Quinn and San scoff
"Gross"
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Santana brings Quinn to see Santos under the guise of delivering another package so Finn's goons let them in. After being frisked and generally invaded by the Michelin Men in suits, the girls make their way to the basement where Santos is being held. They both gasp at the condition he's in. He looks up and they finally see his face and take in his surroundings. Santos has a deep slice running diagonally from his forehead through his eyebrow, grazing his eyelid, and thickening again to continue down his cheek to his jaw.
He's chained to a metal chair that's drilled into the ground, with his hands cuffed and locked behind his back. There's a puddle of blood on the floor and dripping from his fingertips making a ripple flow through the crimson gathering at his feet.
The teenager is shivering and sweating. Knowing the signs of withdrawal and the scene before her Santana becomes enraged.
"What the fuck did he do to you? Are you dope sick?"
Walking forward she examines him closer and notices the track marks and dirty needles littering the floor.
"Oh my god. No Santi, please tell me I'm seeing shit. Please?"
The boy coughs and spits out some blood his voice hoarse and broken when he speaks.
"F-finn's been keeping me down here restraining me and shooting me up for two weeks until it was in my system enough and stopped giving it to me so he can watch me suffer through withdrawal. I'm so sorry Tana. I tried to fight it! I-I tried to keep our promise b-but then he chained me to this chair and slit my face with a scalpel and oh my god Tana I'm so sorry, so so sorry…"
He drifts off in a whisper before Santana engulfs him in a bone-crushing hug but still being wary of his injuries.
"Don't you ever apologize for any of this! It's not your fault baby bro, it's mine, I should have never started all this I shoulda-"
"No it's not your fault Tana. I shoulda never joined Hudson's crew."
They both hug for a while until Santana realizes Quinn is still in the room. And she gets an idea. San motions Q to come further. And Quinn puts her finger on the boys chin and tilts it up so he can see her. His eyes light up with recognition and he starts to tear up again.
"Quinnie?" he squeaks out "San you found Q?"
"That's right Ti. And our big sister is gonna help us get out of this shit once and for all."
Standing up Santana pulls out a bag of dope and sprinkles a line on her fist offering it up to Santi.
"Now I never wanted you to do this shit and it kills me to know Finn has you hooked, and shooting up, which is harder to kick, but I don't want you to suffer, so snort this off my fist and you should feel better for about 6 hours when it will wear off."
He leans forward while San holds the line on her fist up to his nose and Quinn holds one of his nostrils closed. He inhales hard and within minutes the sweating and shivering has stopped and his veins no longer feel like they're filled with fire ants.
Quinn brushes her fingers through his soft, wavy but still short, hair. She's amazed how much he has grown, and how much he looks like Santana.
"All better Ti? I've missed you guys so much. I've been searching for you for years."
"I'm so happy to see you Quinnie. SO, so happy."
"Well today's San's 23rd birthday bro. So send the love that-a-way."
Santos knows her birthday is a bad day for his sister. It's the day that bastard first raped her, the day she stabbed him to death. Her 14th birthday she turned tricks for the first time, and on her 16th she killed Clara with the bad dope and ran away with him and met Puck. The rest up until now have just been consistently horrible consisting of stripping, hooking, snorting, and cooking dope on the day of her birth.
He looks at his sister with knowing eyes and wishes he could hold her. And take away all the pain she feels. He wishes he could pay her back for all the sacrifices she's made to keep him safe. She literally killed for him, twice.
"San we can make this birthday a good one. Even though I'm in here I want you to have fun. Go fuck some hot chicks, get wasted, have fun for the both of us sis."
Quinn cuts in.
"Speaking of hot chicks. Check this out Santi, our girl right here might just have settled down with one."
"Shut up Q, me and Britt are just friends."
"Yea friends that ask each other to be spanked. Have you seen our house those walls are thinner than cardboard."
"Whatever, maybe you're right. She's different. She makes it possible to smile without it hurting."
Both Quinn and Santos are so happy for their sister. She deserves love. As hard as she seems on the outside San is the most caring person in the world, and if she loves you she will do anything to keep you safe. She's proved such to Quinn and Santi.
"I'm happy for you Tana. You deserve someone to hold you instead of the other way around, and at least someone in this family is getting pussy haha. What does she look like?"
"you're gross Ti. But if you must know, she is the most gorgeous thing ever to be created. She's about 3 inches taller than me, blonde, amazing blonde hair. She's got the bluest cat-like eyes I've ever seen, like better than the ocean blue. And that body and those legs that just wont quit, and-"
"Ok S, you can stop drooling over my room mate now."
Santana coughs awkwardly
"Whatever Quinn, you fucked my room mate too."
Santos bursts out into a fit of laughter watching his sisters bicker like old times.
"I miss you guys, so much, it's good to see the family back together."
They join in a three way hug. When they release San stashes some more dope in his pockets so he can do it when the guards let him go to the bathroom, and to prevent Finn from torturing him anymore with the hell that is being dope sick. A guard comes in and tells them it's time to go and they all say goodbye. And with one last look over their shoulders both Quinn and San vow to protect Santos no matter the cost.
"I got a letter from my Mom last night San."
"Holy shit Q. What did it say?"
"Haven't read it yet."
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Quinn looks over into the driver's side of the car and notices the look of anguish on her best friend's face. She's so mad she couldn't find her for 6 years. Things could have been much different if they had met up. She knows Santana is reminiscing about her past birthdays and wants to make this one her first good one.
"Stop thinking about it Tana. Let's do something fun this year and make a new tradition. Head over to Headliner's, Holly's working."
San smirks and she's convinced, it's always a good time with Holly. Then she gets a text from Britt.
From: Sweets
How come you're always gone when I wake up =[ I miss your warmth your like my personal heater.
Santana laughs and decides to text her back and let her know of her plans.
From: Tana
Sorry sweets I got up to embark on my master plan and ran into Q and we decided to catch up and go see my brother. We're scheming a way to get him out so I might be gone a few days. I'll miss you babe. Hope you're feeling better.
Quinn notices the smile on the other girls face as she's looking down at her phone.
"Talking to your girrrlllfriend Tana?" she teases.
"Fuck you Q. and she's not my girlfriend….yet."
"You really like her don't you?"
"More than you will ever know Q, more than you will ever know, and put it this way. I let her call me Tana, only you, Santos, Puck, and Holly are usually allowed to call me that"
"Damn you're in deep."
They pull up to the club at about 6 and start feeling tired and withdrawal setting in, so they opt for some speedballs mixing the coke and heroin together to make a beautiful symphony of contentment.
"Holy shit S, you make coke too? And it's fish scale coke at that? You're like fuckin Albert Hofmann or some shit."
"Who the fuck is that?"
"You're a cook and don't know who the greatest drug manufacturer who ever graced this world is? He's the guy who made the first batch of LSD and it accidentally absorbed into his skin makin him trip balls."
"Oh yea and didn't he write about trippin and riding his bike or some shit? I guess I should be flattered by the comparison Q. My heart is truly touched." She raises her palm to her chest in mock appreciation.
"Fuck you Tana."
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Finally making it into Headliner's with a great high, the girls head straight to the bar to see Holly.
"Well, well, well look what we got here? The amazing Latina formerly known as Scarlet Cruz, no relation to Penelope, and the equally amazing blonde by the name of Autumn Caine. What do I owe the pleasure ladies? And how the fuck do you know each other?"
"First of all Holly call me my old stripper name again and I'll cut you. Secondly I've known Quinn since I was twelve, long story. And thirdly, get me a damn drink cuz it's my birthday, love."
"Feisty tonight are we?"
"Yes but I actually need your help with a new stronger batch, you down?"
"I thought you'd never ask" She smiles.
With that Holly didn't even bother pouring out shots and just simply gave them the bottle of Patron and two empty shot glasses. The girls danced and joked while drinking and making fun of the nasty dudes drooling over the dancers on the stage.
"He looks like Colonel Sanders and Morticia Adamm's lovechild"
Quinn says while pointing at the creepy old man.
"That one near the stage looks like you can grease a pan with the oil on his forehead alone."
The fun and dancing continues until it's last call at 2 AM.
They get into San's car, her being the ever so talented drunk/high driver she is, like amazingly good, she once drove 45 minutes at night in the rain on the highway while trippin on acid and reading the gps on her phone. Santana drops Quinn off at her house promising to call and work on their plan before heading home to pass out.
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Quinn walks into the house stumbling a bit and thinking about the letter waiting for her upstairs in her room. She hasn't heard from her mother her father since that night and wonders why the hell now they decide to write. She turns to her right when she hears muffled screaming and crying.
On the couch is Brittany asleep but obviously having another nightmare. Quinn feels so bad for her. Whoever she's dreaming about must have done something horrible to her.
"Jermaine no! Please stop! Don't hit me please I'll be good! Stop!"
Quinn wonders who this Jermaine person might be and goes over and tries to gently shake the screaming girl awake. Brittany's eyes pop open and she jumps up and recedes into the corner of the couch, pulling her knees into her chest, rocking and shaking with a sheen of sweat covering her skin.
Quinn gently approaches and wraps her arms around a shivering Brittany and tries to calm her down.
"Shhh Brit. Calm down it's ok, you're safe baby girl you're safe."
Brittany peeks up behind her bangs and starts to compose herself and close up at the same time.
" uh umm thanks Q just a bad dream that's all."
Quinn then notices the bruises on her face.
"who the fuck did this to you B?"
"Oh some guy at the club got a little rough in the lap dance room. No biggie."
She waves it off like she doesn't care but she's in so much pain not even the dope is helping.
"Is that who Jermaine is? You were screaming that name in your sleep."
Fuck Britt thinks I gotta make up a lie, and Quinn's not easy to lie to.
"Maybe that was his name um I-I don't know who this Jermaine is."
But in reality Brittany knows him, all too well, and not just from the dreams he invades. Quinn's not convinced but decides to drop it and find out later.
"Sooo, you and Tana huh?"
Brittany finally breaks into a huge face-splitting smile.
"Yea." She says wistfully. "She's amazing. She told me her story to make me feel better last night. She told me about Clara too, before she knew you were my roommate of course, I'm really sorry about your baby Quinn."
"It's not biggie that was years ago when I was 17. I'm 24 now, it's in the past. But I will say, if you hurt San I will kick your ass, no matter how much I love you. That's my sister, my heart, and she's been hurt too much already to go through anymore of it ok?"
"I don't wanna hurt her Q. I wanna hold her and make it better."
"Ughh you guys are too cute, it's sickening, she talks about you the same way, with that glazed over puppy look."
Brittany just smiles. She's really falling for the Latina. Quinn hugs Brittany and goes to leave but Britt grabs her wrists to say something.
"Quinn will you tell me your story one day?"
"As long as you tell me yours, and it's the true one."
With that Quinn turns to head to the third floor and up the narrow rickety staircase into her room, where the letter that weighs like lead sits atop the lone mattress in the room. She stairs at it for a few seconds before going for the band-aid method and ripping it open to read. Inside is a short and impersonal letter.
Quinn,
Your father has been killed during a fight with his cellmate. He will be buried at St. Patrick's Cemetery, on Dekalb Street in Norristown. Just thought I'd let you know.
Mom
What a fuckin bitch, Quinn thinks. It's been 12 fucking years and all she can muster to write is two measly sentences. Quinn crumples the letter and throws it in the corner of her tiny room. She moves up onto the bed and lays down and cradles her crappy pillow, thinking about the night it all went to shit.
It was cold, far too cold in her room. So a 12 year old Quinn goes downstairs to heat up in front of the open oven they've been using to heat the house. As she nears the kitchen she hears screaming coming from the basement. She opens the door quietly and is shocked into place at the top of the steps. There is a man in a leather cut off, cuffed to the radiator with blood pouring down his face and pooling where he sits.
"You wanna fuck with the Pagan's you dumb fuck? You wanna kill one of us and think you can get away with it you Hell's Angel piece of shit!"
That's when she sees her father, Jay Fabray, pull out a gun and shoot the man in one of his kneecaps. His screams fill Quinn's ears, but she's frozen to the spot and can't look away. See, her father and mother, Skye, are members of the Pagan's, a large national motorcycle gang that are known for their violent ways. The man cuffed to the radiator is part of The Hell's Angels, their rival motorcycle gang, and apparently he fucked up bad.
"Please don't kill me please I'll do anything. I'll tell you anything you want Jay please!"
"Funny cuz I don't remember you giving my buddy Frank the option to live. So you don't get that option either you fuckin scum!"
Jay continues to beat him and slice him with his switchblade. Then Quinn's mother joins in kicking the man with her black motorcycle boots. They give him smelling salts to keep him awake so he can feel the pain. The other men in the room carve their gangs namesake all over his body along with the number 7, which represents "In memory of". Finally they decide the torture is over and decide to kill the man.
"Any last words mother fucker?"
"I hope you rot in hell you piece of shi-"
He's cut off by being shot in the other kneecap. His screams penetrate Quinn's brain and she covers her ears and retreats back to the living room. Several more gunshots ring out followed by more screams. Then the last shot booms through the house and everything turns silent.
Not long after another noise penetrates her ears. Sirens. Before she knows it a dozen police break the door down and rush past her not even noticing the shaking girl in the fetal position on the couch. They arrest her parents that cold winter night, and wrap her in a blanket inside of an open ambulance, where the medics look her over and hook her up to an IV due to the fact she's extremely malnourished.
She stays up all night in the hospital, the things she saw and heard invading her mind without permission, until a social worker comes in to take her to Montgomery County Youth center in Norristown, PA. It's a place for troubled youth who have committed crimes, and even though Quinn doesn't deserve to go there she is forced to due to the fact none of her family wants her, and all the foster homes in Bridgeport are full.
She stays there for a year. Getting in fights and getting beat up for no reason other than the girls feel like it. She learns to defend herself though and makes it through until she is brought into the hellhole that was Clara Fitz's torture house.
Quinn comes out of her daydream, or day nightmare, rather, and realizes her cheeks are wet. Quickly rubbing the tears away with the back of her hand, she picks up her phone and sends a text to the only person who will understand what she's feeling.
To: Tana
I read the letter. My Dad's dead. Should I be happy or sad?
From: Tana
Feel however your body wants to Q. I love you and I'm here for you, always. Try to get some sleep babe.
She decides to do just that and pulls out her ID, a small mirror, and a straw and does lines until she throws up. Lighting up a cigarette she starts to nod off, all while burning yet another hole in her sheets.
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Things are starting to progress now. What do you think their big plan is? and everyone seems to nod off and burn they're sheets. i know i've done it a few times lol. hope you're enjoying. let me know what you think. oh and it wont be dark like this all the time dont worry i'm just trying to layout everyones back story.