Hello Readers! Thank you so much for the response so far; it's been great, so please keep it going. We even have a fancy new reviewing box to make it easier for you. ;D. Anyways, I bet you're wondering "What's up with Quinn? Who the hell is this girl?" Well fear not readers, you shall find out now, and if you were wondering that… well, I don't know what else to tell you. So please enjoy this chapter, and review and tell me what you think.

The cab ride ended far too soon for my liking, and we were idling in front of Quinn's apartment building. Quinn and I looked at each other, and smiled. "We're home." Quinn grinned through her teeth. As she slid out of the car.

"Home..." I smiled in a daze, before I followed her out of the car.

"Hey! Fabray! What the hell?" The front door man Bernie yelled as soon as he spotted us walking in. Judging by the fair amount of boxes taking up every available space in the lobby, I assume that my stuff was moved out of my house. "There have been reporters swarming the place all day, and look at all this shit?" He kicked the nearest box. "What the hell is going on?"

"Bernie, please! We'll bring it up to the apartment immediately." Quinn said in a calming voice. She grabbed my hand and led me to the elevator and pushed the button.

"You better Fabray! I can't have all of this crap here." Bernie yelled as we stepped into the elevator and started our way up to Quinn's apartment.

"I'll take care of that." I muttered out into the silence. I look over to Quinn and see a weird expression on her face. I turn to ask her if she's okay but the elevator door opens, and she bolts out. I watch as she struggles to unlock her front door, swearing and breathing heavy, and then she flashes into the room, leaving me behind.

I apprehensively walk into the apartment, and see Quinn sobbing into the couch pillow. My heart breaks every time her breath hitches. She looks so hurt and upset, and I have no idea why. She was fine just 5 minutes ago in the cab.

"Quinn...?" I hesitated. I inched over closer to her. "Quinn, what's wrong?"

She looked at me with apologetic eyes, but said nothing. "Quinn, please talk to me. We are here for each other. You can talk to me about anything." I pleaded with her. I hated seeing her cry, seeing this small girl in such pain over whatever is going on. I just wanted to make it all stop. I clutched her tighter until her sobbing reduced to whimpers. She drew in a deep breath, and nodded slowly, before launching into her story.

"When I was 16, I got pregnant." She began with a sniffle. "It was a one night stand with some drunk guy I just met at a party. I was drunk as well, and I wasn't thinking clearly, my so-called friends ditched me and I was alone, so I got in the car with this random guy and well... 2 weeks later I found out I was pregnant. I tried to keep it a secret from everybody I knew, including my parents. You see, my parents are very strict, especially my father. My father used to beat me, just like Finn beat you. That's why I came to help you that night; because I knew how it felt. When I saw him hitting you, I saw my dad hitting me. Anyways, I thought I was hiding my pregnancy well; I threw up in private, and I tried to hide my ever growing stomach. But soon enough, someone at school found out my secret, and they called my parents, snitching on me. I came home that day to find my father in a rage, smashing all my things, and my mother packing away my clothes in a suitcase. They said very little words to me, all they said was how much of a slut I was, and how I had brought shame to the Fabray family. They threw me out onto the streets before I could even get a word in. So there I was at 16, without a family, or a place to live..."

Quinn paused for a moment, and drew in a deep breath. I sat there, my arms still tightly wrapped around her, but not saying a word.

"I didn't have very many friends in school, people made fun of me a lot; like a lot. Let's face it; I was the chubby kid with glasses and a fat face. I sat alone at lunch, barely eating because I was too self-conscious. I skipped gym a lot to save myself the embarrassment because I couldn't do all the running and jumping they made kids do. I also went by a different name back then. My real name is Lucy; Lucy Quinn Fabray. People liked to laugh and taunt me and call me 'Lucy Caboosey'... that awful nickname. So when the school found out that the fat girl got herself knocked up, the taunting got worse. They made fun of the baby, saying how fat it was going to be when it came out... Anyways, I dropped out of school at age 16. I know how bad that sounds but I just couldn't do it..."

"It doesn't sound bad..." I whispered in reassurance to her. She smiled in acknowledgement to my comment, before taking yet another deep breath and continuing on with her story.

"I never once considered abortion, I knew the moment I found out I was pregnant that I was keeping it. I always wanted a child, to be a mother someday. I knew I was going to have to parent without the father, seeing as I never even learned his name, again, how stupid I was for that. I had a little money saved in the bank from Christmas' and birthdays. I never spent my money, always saving it, just because I knew I wanted to pay for college myself. heh, college... Well, I found myself a full time job working at a small coffee place down the road. It didn't pay much, but enough to get by. Around that time I chopped off my long brown hair and dyed it brown, and started going by the name Quinn; my middle name. I knew once I had the baby, I was going to drop all the weight and officially get rid of Lucy forever. I found out I was having a boy, a beautiful baby boy. I called my parents to tell them the news, but they cursed me off the phone. I tried reaching out to them all throughout the pregnancy, and the night my boy Liam was born, my mother called me and said that she wanted 'nothing to do with the thing.' That day was the last conversation I ever had with my family..."

"What about the baby?" I asked, now fully engulfed in her story. Pieces of it seemed so ludicrous, my family would never do that; but the way she was talking reminded me that this was painfully real to Quinn.

"Right... the baby. Liam Charles Fabray was born April 21st 2010, right around 8 o'clock at night. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. I carried this baby with me for nine months, and I finally got to hold him. He was so sweet and precious that I never wanted to let go..." She took a hard swallow, "Liam was born with respiratory distress syndrome. It's basically when your lungs don't work right. They tried saving him, doing whatever they could. They took him away from me... they took him away," She was crying in rage at this point. "...and I never got him back..."

We sat there for a moment, staring off into the far distance. The silence in the room was filled with tension and sadness, sadness that I couldn't escape from. Quinn looked at me, with apologetic, tear-filled eyes. Her makeup was smeared across her face, and her hair was all ratty, but even then she still managed to look even more beautiful and innocent.

"My parents never called to see if I was okay... nobody from my family came to the hospital; not one. If I ever found out that my son was stabbed, I would rush down to my boy's side and protect him, protect him from all the evil and wrongdoing that had hurt my baby. You know, he would be 2 years old right now. He would be a healthy happy 2 year old boy, and I would love him every day."

"I'm sure you still do love him every day." I smiled at her. Tears were welling up in my own eyes, her story was so powerful, and I silently thanked her for telling me everything.

"I just wish my mom and dad would care for me like I would care for Liam..." She broke down into heavy sobs. She dove into my shoulder and heaved her heavy breaths. "I just wanted my mother to protect me like she promised she would..." She whispered brokenly into my ear. "I just wish I wasn't alone."

"Quinn," I gently pushed her back so I can look into her face. "You are not alone anymore. You have me. I have you, out of everything that's happened to us, we have each other. I promise that I will protect you, that we will protect each other. I'm not going anywhere."

"But you're gonna have to leave, you can't stay here when you've got major pop star stuff you have to do-"

"-I am not going anywhere." I repeated fiercely.

...

I woke up the next morning, tired and still emotionally drained; at least I had my own room now. Quinn opened up to me last night, and now I knew her story; her sad, sad story. My heart reached out for the girl, my protector needed some protection of her own.

I got up, got showered and got ready for the day at hand; moving my things into the apartment. This was going to be a challenge, seeing how much stuff I have and how much little space I have to work with. Most of my things were going to have to go into storage.

"Okay Rach!" Quinn rubbed her hands together as I met her near the front door. I smiled dorkily at her. "What?"

"You called me Rach..."

"I'm sorry..." She quickly apologized, but I laughed at her efforts.

"No, no, it's fine. It's just; I've never had someone call me Rach before."

"Well, now you do." Quinn giggled.

Suddenly my pocket was vibrating; I threw an apologetic look to Quinn before I dug into my pocket and pulled out my phone. "Hello?"

"Rachel, what the hell is going on? You never called me, I haven't heard from you for three days! Three days! And the next thing I know your face is all over the news about your vicious encounter with your fiancé on the night of the Grammys! And then the shit at your house! I can't even-"

"Harry!" I finally had to yell. My manager had been trying to call me all morning ever since I returned home from the hospital and the paparazzi run in. "Let me explain please." I finally said after he was silent on the other line.

"What is there really to explain? Where are you? I'm coming to pick you up!"

"No!" I protested. Quinn looked at me funny, checking to see that everything was okay. I smiled at her, and gestured to the phone. *my manager* I mouthed the words to her. She nodded in understanding and sat down at the table, waiting. "I don't need you to come pick me up. I'm fine where I am for now. Just cancel all my events for the next week, and I will contact you when I can." I said, and I clicked the phone on before Harry had time to say anything else.

"What was that about?"

"Just wondering why I've dropped off the face of the earth after I've made shattering headlines. Apparently my album is chart topping now that I am a celebrity news story." I laughed. I opened the front door and gestured Quinn to lead the way. "Right this way dear." I joked.

"Well thank you m'lady." We giggled our way to the elevator and the descent. The elevator doors parted open, and our laughter was quickly drowned out by loud shouts from the paparazzi. They started charging at us, talking rapidly and trying to pry information out of us.

Quinn quickly pressed the up button on the elevator and the doors shut. We looked at each other for a moment before we bursted into a hearty laughter. This is what life was going to be like for a while, and we just were going to have to get used to it.

Chapter 6: Quinn and Rachel living together now fully, will things start to heat up between the two? Can we get some Faberry in the near future?