Waking up Rachel feels as if someone is watching her. Groaning lowly she opens one eye to see two pairs of eyes staring at back at her. One pair is deep brown and other is a pair of bright hazel eyes. She moves and little and cuddles more into the bed, closing her eye again. Maybe, they didn't see her open her eye. Any other time she would have got up after seeing them looking at her, but right now she is to tired to care and doesn't really want to leave her comfy bed.
"Time to get up, Baby girl. We need to talk to you before Coach and Shelby get here." Santana says pulling the covers off of Rachel. Rachel groans and tries to pull the covers back up.
"I don't want to." Rachel pouts as Quinn helps Santana with the covers.
"I know sweetie, but we need you awake for this talk." Quinn leans over and gently caresses Rachel's cheek. " So come on, Let's go downstairs. We made coffee."
"Fine." Rachel huffs and moves off the bed stretching. "Where is everyone else?"
"Brittany is downstairs watching a movie with Blaine and Puck went to the store to get some stuff for a cook out later. Don't worry we made sure that he remembered to pick up some vegan hot dogs." Quinn answers as she wraps her arms around Rachel's waist holding her close.
"Okay." Rachel sighs contently and burying her face against Quinn's chest letting the taller girl hold her. "You smell good."
"Thank you. Come on, sweetie, let's go get coffee." Quinn giggles pulling back and taking Rachel's hand to lead her downstairs. On the way down Rachel grabs Santana's hand smiling up at the Latina.
"You okay, Tana?" Rachel asks as they make their way down the steps.
"I'm good, Tiny." Santana smiles back at the tiny diva. Rachel can tell that Santana is lying and that something is bothering her. She also knows that it probably has something to do with what the two girls want to talk to her about. As they make it to the bottom of the stairs Rachel finally sees the locker that Puck brought yesterday.
"Umm, why is there a locker in my hallway?" Rachel asks raising a eyebrow as she looks at it.
"We had Puck bring it yesterday, because we needed one." Quinn says pulling Rachel further down the hall away form the locker so she won't ask more questions, because her nor Santana really know what to tell Rachel regarding the locker. It's not like they could say well you know, we needed it so we could lock up the knifes and all the other things that we think you could use to hurt yourself. Not really the way they would want to start out today's talk.
"Okay, I can see you two don't want to tell me why it's there right now, but do remember that I will be asking again later and I do except a answer." Rachel tells when they enter the kitchen.
"You got it, Tiny." Santana chuckles and lets go of Rachel's hand and walk over to the coffee pot pouring three cups of coffee. "How much sugar?"
"Two packets, please." Rachel replies, walking over to the table with Quinn and sitting down. Santana nods and grabs two packets of sugar out of the jar and pours them into Rachel's mug, before grabbing four more and putting them into Quinn's mug. "Four packets? How can you handle that much sugar?"
"I love sugar I can't help it. Plus, it's not really that much." Quinn says as she takes the mug from Santana's hand. "Thank you."
"Not that much? That's like just eating pure sugar by the spoonfuls. Thank you, Tana." Rachel smiles up at Santana when she places her mug in front of her as she sits down beside her.
"Your welcome, beautiful." Santana smiles taking a drink of her coffee and moaning quietly at the taste. She still can't get over the fact that this coffee that Rachel got has to be the best she ever tasted. "You know if your worried about Q using to much sugar it's probably a good thing you've never seen B eat cereal."
"S, is right. B is worse when it comes to sugar then me." Quinn chuckles stirring her coffee with the spoon that Rachel handed her.
"I'm afraid to even ask how much she uses." Rachel says playing with handle on her mug shaking her head a little.
"Probably better that way." Santana sits her mug down on the table. "Anyways baby girl, we need to talk."
Rachel nods her head a little bit and looks down at the table, her eyes connect with the coloring book that is still laying out on the table. She smiles at the picture of ducks that Brittany colored. The four ducks on the page was different colors with the four girls names under them. Rachel chuckles when she sees that Brittany put a tiny yellow star on the forehead of the tiniest duck named Rachel. Santana and Quinn smile at the tiny diva, before giving each other a small smile. Their not sure how Rachel is going take what they're about to tell her. They can only hope that she doesn't hate them for it.
"Sweetie, As you know we talked to Coach last night." Quinn says sitting her mug down and looking over at Rachel.
"yeah." Rachel whispers.
"She wants to get you help, tiny." Santana reaches over and runs her hand up and down Rachel's arm soothingly. "There's is this hospital called Fox Run in Saint Clairsville and we feel that it's the best option if you go there."
Santana knew that there was probably a better way for her to tell Rachel. Well, not really a better way but one that wasn't so blunt. She was never good with emotions or good with people skills. She can feel Rachel's arm tense under her hand. "Baby girl?"
"You want to send me away?" Rachel whispers her voice cracking with emotion.
Santana reaches up cupping the tiny diva's cheek gently turning her face towards her ,so she can look into her eyes. Deep chocolate eyes that all three cheerios have come to love. Eyes that look so dead now. Santana silently makes a promise that no matter what it takes she will make those eyes come back to life and glow like they use to, and just not for a few minutes like she's seen for the past few days.
" You need help, Rach. I know you say that you don't, but you know that's a lie. Your denying it and kills me and everyone else to watch you deny it. Seeing those cuts on your shoulder and listening to you tell us about the night you was going to kill yourself, it literally makes me sick to my stomach. Every time I close my eyes all I can see is you holding a razor or pills. I can't get it out of my mind, tiny." Santana pauses and takes a deep breath trying to hold back the tears. Right now is not the time to cry. She needs to finish this talk first, because she knows once she starts crying she's not going to be able to stop.
"Do you think I want you to go away? Because, I don't. Fuck. If I had my way I wouldn't let you go. Hell, I wouldn't even let you go two feet out the door. All I want to do is to protect from everything and everyone. I don't want to lose you not when I just got you. I know you still don't trust us and that were not together, but I love you, tiny. Q and B love you too. You're the missing piece in our unconventional relationship. So please, just let us get you help."
Quinn gets up and walks over to stand by Santana. Kneeling down she lays her hands on top of Rachel's knees.
"Sweet heart, we know your probably scared and that's okay, because to tell you the truth I'm a little scared to. I don't like the idea of you being so far away from us, but you need help. We all love you so much, Rach. So, please just agree to go, because we don't really want to force you, but we will. Even if you hate us for it."
The room was quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the TV in the living room playing some movie. None of the three girls moved, it was like they were frozen. Quinn and Santana stared into Rachel's deep chocolate eyes watching Rachel process everything that was said. After what seem to be forever, Rachel blinked her eyes and broke down launching herself at two stunned cheerios.
"I know, I need help. I know. I don't want to hurt anymore." Rachel cries hanging on to them.
"Shh, Baby girl. It's going be okay." Santana whispers into the tiny diva's ear, finally letting her tears fall. " I got you and we're going get you help."
"I got you too, sweetie." Quinn whispers reassuringly wrapping her arms around the tiny diva and the Latina.
"Yay! A group hug." They hear Brittany yell, before being almost knocked over when the bubbly blonde joined them. They all three giggle at Brittany's actions as they hug her.
"Umm, is everything okay?" A timid Blaine asks from the doorway.
"I think so." Rachel answers pulling away from the three cheerios to smile at her brother. " Everything is okay or well it will be."
"Good." Blaine smiles back at her. " I just wanted to tell you guys that mom texted and said that her and Coach Sylvester will be here at four."
"Thank you, Blaine."
"No problem." Blaine smiles again before going back to the living room.
When Rachel turns back around she smiles softly at Santana, before leaning up and gently wiping the tears from the Latina's eyes. Santana smiles and leans into Rachel's touch.
"I'm sorry." Rachel whispers looking up at Quinn and Brittany, as she runs her thumb across Santana's cheek. " I'm sorry for worrying and upsetting you guys."
"Baby girl, you don't have to apologize. Just promise us your going go to Fox Run and get help." Santana says covering the hand on her cheek with hers.
"I promise."
"Good, Now everything will be okay!" Brittany claps her hands together bouncing up and down a little, causing the other girls to giggle at the bubbly blonde.
"It sure will be, Britt." Rachel tells the blonde dancer, motioning for a hug. Brittany squeals and jumps toward Rachel almost knocking her off the chair.
"Come on, Rae." Brittany doesn't wait for reply as she drags the tiny diva out of the kitchen.
"She's a little excited and happy." Quinn laughs as she leans up against her Latina girlfriend, watching the tall blonde pull the smaller girl.
" I think it's all the sugar she had for breakfast." Santana jokes, wrapping her arms around Quinn's waist. " I'm just glad she's smiling and bubbly again."
"Me too." Quinn leans down and kisses Santana gently on the lips. "We still need to check and see if she cut anywhere else."
"I know, I was thinking we could do that later. Puck talked about wanting to go swimming if Rachel was okay with it. So, we could check before we do that."
"Okay, sounds good, but I don't think it would be a good idea for her to go swimming with those cuts on her shoulder."
"Your probably right. I'm sure she'll probably just sun bathe, but if not she can always just wade in the water." Santana says standing up and stretching, before walking over to the coffee pot to get more coffee.
"I'm glad she didn't get upset." Quinn grabs hers and Rachel's coffee mugs from the table and pours out the left over coffee before washing them out.
"I know. I really think she's come to realize that she does need help and we're going be there for her every step of the way." Santana takes a sip of her coffee as she watches her blonde girlfriend put the coffee mugs in the cupboard.
"I think your right."
"I always am." Santana smirks, finishing off her coffee. Quinn rolls her eyes and takes the mug from the Latina's hands to wash. "Well I am."
"Sure you are, hon. Just like you're a badass."
"Hey! I am a badass and you know it."
"I know that you were a badass until a certain tiny diva made you open up you soft side."
"I'm not a softy." Santana huffs crossing her arms over her chest.
"Yes, you are, but only when it comes to me, Britt, and Rachel."
Quinn says wrapping her arms around Santana's neck kissing the Latina softly before moving away from her." Let's go see what the others are up to."
"After you, dear." Santana bows slightly motioning for Quinn to go first. Quinn shakes her head and laughs at her girlfriends antics.
"You're a goof ball."
"But you love me." Santana jokes and puts her hands on Quinn's hip following behind the blonde as they leave the kitchen. Entering the living room they stop and both of them raise their eyebrows at the scene before them. On the couch Brittany with a aluminum hat on her head as she stared intently at the TV.
"Uh, What are you doing, B and where's Rachel and Blaine?" Quinn asks staring at the tall blonde dancer with amused eyes.
"Protecting my brain from the aliens, duh and they went outside to talk." Brittany replied not taking her eyes off the TV. Santana and Quinn turn and look at each, then look at the TV. When Santana realizes what movie is on she starts to laugh so hard she barely stand up.
"Oh no! I think they're to take over Sanny's mind!" Brittany yells worriedly jumping up from the couch and grabbing the aluminum foil to make another hat. Once Brittany makes the hat and puts it on Santana's head, that's when Quinn bust out laughing and pointing at the Latina.
"Oh my god you look so funny!" Quinn laughs and points at the mad Santana, who got dragged over to couch and her hands slapped by Brittany every time she touched her hat.
Santana mumbles under her breath leaning back into the couch crossing her arms as she glared at the blonde that was still laughing at her, then she got a idea.
"Hey Britt, you need to make a hat for Quinn too." Smirking at the now silently Quinn.
"Your right. I almost forget. Come here Quinn." Brittany said grabbing the foil again.
"I don't need one, B." Quinn says holding up her hands in front of her as she slowly backs up.
"But they'll make your brain all mushy and I don't want to happen." Brittany pouts looking up Quinn.
"Yeah, Q we wouldn't want that to happen." Santana says still smirking.
"Okay." Quinn sighs taking the hat from Brittany and putting it on her head before she sits down on the other side of Brittany. smiling at both of her girlfriends Brittany kisses their cheeks before turning back to the TV.
Rachel's POV
I giggle and shake my head a little when I hear Brittany yell about aliens taking over Santana's mind. Brittany really is something, but her bubbly personality and innocents make her so adorable. I'm just glad that Quinn and Santana seem to keep Brittany away when we talk, because it already hurts enough to have to talk to them let alone Brittany.
"I would love to see Santana and Quinn's face right about now." Blaine laughs sitting on the porch.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure their both sporting aluminum hats now." I say sitting down by Blaine. He laughs again and nods his head in agreement.
Pulling my legs up in the swing and wrapping my arms around them , as Blaine pushes the swing back and forth slowly with his feet, I look around my neighborhood. It's still earlier in the afternoon. I can see some of my neighbors working in their flowerbeds or mowing their lawns. Some of the boys on my street looked to be setting up some kind of makeshift baseball field, while the girls were dancing and laughing like they didn't have a care in the world. I miss being that carefree and happy.
"You okay, Rachel?" Blaine asks looking over at me.
"For once I am." I reply smiling over at him. " When Santana and Quinn first told me about Fox Run I was kind of hurt and upset that they everyone was teaming up on me and going to send me away, but after they explained why oddly enough I'm okay with it. I know I need help and that even though you and everyone else want to help, there's only so much you guys can do. So yeah, I'm okay and I ready to get help."
"Good. You know that none of really want to send away but we all know you need to go."
"I never got to thank you for coming and talking to me park."
"Hey, no need to thank me. Like I said I'm a part time superhero and also it's my job to cheer up my sister." He jokes bumping my shoulder.
"Well, little bro you know we have a lot of catching up to do." I smile at him.
"What do you have in mind, sis?" He asks me when he sees that I'm thinking of things we could.
"Hmm, we could go shopping. I need to get some new clothes for school, even though I'll be wearing my cheerios outfit most of time I still need some jeans and t-shirts. Plus there's a new Xbox game I want. I think that you and Noah would like it." I say looking back out at the kids that are playing baseball in the open field across from my house.
"sounds good to me. I didn't know you liked playing Xbox? Well, I know you have one and probably play it, but I didn't think you would be to into it."
"I never use to be but I starting to play it a lot last year." I tell him. "Oh, and don't tell Noah but I'm actually really good at Call of Duty. I always play in tournament and stuff. I want to see his face when we play later."
"Your secret is safe with me. You know he's probably not going be the only impressed." Blaine smirks.
"yeah, you know there's a lot of things that none of them know about me, actually. To tell you the truth I'm little nervous about them finding out." I say laying my chin on my knees.
I'm not sure why I'm nervous about them finding out about all things I like to do. I've always portrayed myself to them as a high maintenance diva, but in reality I'm far from it.
"What other things do you like to do?" Blaine asks curiously.
"Come on and I'll show you." I stand up wiping the invisible dust off my knees before I walk off the porch and head toward the garage. I might be nervous about the other finding out about my hobby but Blaine for some reason I'm not. Maybe it's because he's my brother and the weird connection I feel to him. I'm not to sure.
When we reach the side door to the garage I turn to him and smirk letting him go in first. He raises an eyebrow at me before walk by me. I suppress a giggle when I hear him gasp as he looks around garage.
"What do you think?" I ask moving to stand by him. " I took up motorcycles a little bit after my fathers left. I always had interest in motorcycles even since I watched a race on TV. When they left I was so alone and hurt that I knew I need to find something to try to my mind off of things. So, I decided to try to find something other then singing to do. That's when my mind drifted back to seeing that race on TV and how I always thought it would be fun to do. Once I turned fifteen I went and bought my first motorcycle. Of course my fathers had to sign for it stuff, but they didn't care. I guess maybe it was their way of trying not to feel guilt, by getting me everything I wanted."
"Wow." Blaine says walking over to the five bikes in the middle of the garage and looking at each one.
I walk over to my Sapphire Blue 2012 Triumph America. I absolutely loved this bike. Don't get me wrong I like my other bikes to but this one was definitely my baby. "This one is my favorite."
"I can see why it's a gorgeous bike." Blaine comments as he looks at, before turning to look at the Cranberry Red Triumph Thunderbird. "I like this one."
"Well, maybe I can show you how to ride it sometime and then you can get your licenses and we can go riding together." I tell him and smile when I see he's whole face light up.
"I would love that." He smiles as he looks at the other bikes. Personally I don't have a favorite type of bike or favorite company, so that's why I have two Triumph bikes, one BMW, and two Kawasaki bikes. "All these bikes are beautiful."
"Thanks. Here this one was my first motorcycle I ever bought." I tell him as I motion over to the green and black Kawasaki Z1000. " I love doing wheelies on it."
"You know I can think of four people who are going probably to have a cow if they see you doing that." Blaine says causing me to laugh and nod my head. He was right. Santana, Quinn, Brittany, and my mother are definitely going to have a cow as Blaine puts it. Well Brittany might not, but I know the other three will.
"I think it will be funny. I'm just not planning on getting off the bike once I do it, because I wouldn't be able to out run them if they decide to chase me and slap me silly for scaring them." I saying laughing as we walk out of the garage. We walk back to front porch to see Noah just walking up the step.
"Hey, Noah." I say giggling a little when he jumps.
"Jeez, bro. you scared me."
"Sorry. Do you need help with those bags?" I ask pointing to bags that were sitting on the porch.
"Nah, I got them. What are you guys doing?" He asks me and Blaine as he picks up the four bags and walks to the front door.
"Oh, I was just showing Blaine my motorcycles." I say shrugging a little bit following Noah into the house only to almost run into his back when he stops in the middle of the hallway. His face is priceless. His mouth hung open slightly and his eyes were wide.
"M-Motorcycles?" He stutters out almost dropping the bags to the floor. "You have motorcycles?"
"Yes." I tell him grabbing the bags from hands and handing two to Blaine before taking the others and walking to the kitchen, leaving a stunned Noah behind.
"I think you broke him." Blaine laughs following me to the kitchen.
"He'll be okay. Just wait for it." I smirk and count down from five in my mind. "And-"
"Seriously! You have motorcycles and I'm just finding out about this now!" I hear Noah yell from the hall. I look at Blaine who laughs and puts away the hot dogs and burgers.
"See he's fine." I say as I take the hot dog buns and chips out of the bag laying them on the counter. When I'm about ready to put the other stuff away I stop, feeling eyes on me. Looking up I see four pairs of eyes on me.
"I don't even think Santana and Quinn realize they still have those hats on or even if Puck realizes it either." Blaine whispers to me.
"Me either." I giggle looking at the silly hats the three cheerios are sporting.
"Nice hats."
My comment seemed to snap everyone out of their little daze, because Quinn and Santana quickly remove the hats and Noah starts laughing at picking on them for it.
"Shut it, Puck." Santana glares at him, before smacking he's arm, causing him to yelp in pain. "Now, why was Puck yelling about motorcycles?"
"Oh, I was just telling him that I showed Blaine my motorcycles." I reply handing the hamburger buns to so he can put them away.
"You have motorcycles?" Quinn asks raising an eyebrow. They all act like it's a big deal or something. Well, I guess it kind of is weird and unusual for me.
"I do and before any of you say anything. Yes I was planning on telling you all later today, because I was going see if you wanted to see if any of you wanted to learn to ride them, well if you three wanted to learn." I say pointing at the three cheerios. "Because I know Noah already has his licenses."
"I wanna learn!" Brittany yells jumping up and down smiling. I smile at her and nod my head to let her know I would teach her.
"Do you two want to learn to?" I ask the other two girls in the room. They look at each other, before turning back towards me with little smirks on their face. Oh no, I'm not liking those looks at all.
"Well, we might want learn eventually but for now I think we would rather ride with you, if that's okay?" Santana says still smirking at me. I feel my face start to get hot as I think about Santana wrapping her arms around my waist holding tight while I drive. Then my thoughts drift to Quinn sitting on the back of my bike giving me a sexy smile. I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt someone leaning up against my back and whispering in my ear.
"Your drooling, tiny." Santana whispers in a raspy voice. "And you still never answered my question."
"T-that would be fine." I stutter out moving away from the Latina. I look around to see that Blaine and Noah were missing. "Where did the boys go?"
"While you were in lala land thinking about something or someone, Blaine took Puck to see your bikes." Quinn tells me leaning against the counter looking at me with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk. I blush again and just nod as I move away from the counter. I wonder if I could just walk out of here with out them knowing? All I seem to do is blush around them.
"Stop picking on, Rae." Brittany tells them smacking their arms.
"Sorry." They both mumble still smirking at me. They both really love to tease me.
"So, tiny what else do we not know about you?" Santana asks as we all walk into the living room.
"Just that." I shrug sitting down on the couch. Brittany sits down beside me and leans up against me. I smile down at her and kiss her head.
"How long have you been riding motorcycles?" Quinn asks as her and Santana sit on the love seat beside the couch.
"Just for a few years. I really needed to take my mind off my fathers, and everything else. Plus, I've always been interested in bikes. So, it just seemed to fit." I tell them leaning back on the couch further so I could hold Brittany better. It's kind of surprising Santana or Quinn aren't freaking at about me riding motorcycles. Maybe, it's just because they haven't actually seen me riding yet. I got a feeling that I'm going have to promise them not to do wheelies or go to fast for them to actually be okay with me riding them.
"I think it's hot." Brittany says causing me to chuckle a little.
"Me too." Santana winks at me ,while Quinn gives me a heated look. I feel my face get all hot for what feels like hundredth time today. It's not fair that they all have this effect on me. I really need to find a way to get them back. Maybe I could go put on my riding gear or I could go put a bikini on. That's what I'll do. Noah wanted to have a cook out anyways and plus I do want to go tanning. I smirk to myself before looking at the blonde and Latina sitting on the love seat. They both seem to be lost in their own little world. Perfect.
"Hey, do you guys want to go out by the pool?" I ask trying to act innocent as possible.
"Sure." Santana and Quinn shrug, while Brittany jumps to her feet and takes off upstairs. I chuckle and stand up to see Brittany literally hopping up the steps. She's so adorable.
"I guess, B's happy with that idea." Santana laughs standing up and walking upstairs after the blonde dancer.
"I know what your trying to do." Quinn whispers in my ear making me shiver. " It's a good plan, but you do realize that we'll be in bikini's too."
My eyes widen as I realize she's right. Oh lord. What have I done? I stand frozen in the middle of doorway as Quinn kisses my cheek and giggles, walking up the stairs. When she gets about halfway up she looks over her shoulder and winks at me, before continuing upstairs. Seriously, what have I done? I'm not going to be able to survive this.
A/N: I wanted to try to have a light chapter for once.. hoped you like it ...Next chapter will probably time skip a little bit w/ flashbacks...