A/N Here is the fifth installment of my story, I hope that people are still reading and enjoying. Please please leave a review, tell me what you think..the author who is fed with reviews puts up more chapters.

"You weren't a slayer over a year ago." Will said.

"I know."

"So that's not why he kicked you out…" Rachel said slowly.

Quinn looked over at the girl and smiled, now that she was liberated from her father she could smile freely at Rachel.

"No."

Brittany was staring blankly at the wall and crying.

"I'm sorry Q." the dancer whispered.

"It's fine B." Quinn whispered back. Quinn missed her father, but not the man who kicked her out. She missed the man who loved her no matter what. But he was gone, or buried too deep to be revived. Maybe he was never there. Sure she still wanted to go back home and have the love of her family. It pained her that she felt liberated. She still felt shame and fear.

Quinn wouldn't go back in time if she could, because she knew Russell Fabray would not change his mind, and it would just be her going through the same pain over and over again. Now she might be homeless but she could focus more on slaying.

"What happened?" Rachel demanded as her head whipped back and forth between the two blondes.

"Nothing," Quinn shrugged, "I'm just homeless, but Daddy, I mean Russell," it felt strange to say his name on her lips, "said that I could stay wherever, he didn't care anymore."

It was true. The man had sent her a text saying he would sign guardianship over to someone. Whoever was willing to take a disgusting little bitch like herself. It hurt, that text. Couldn't he just let it alone? No he couldn't, because to him, she was a failure. He probably would never leave it alone, not really.

"I was figuring I could hide out in the school for awhile." Quinn said in a small voice, her hazel eyes finding the floor, a strange emptiness flooding her bones as she realized once again, she had no home. No one that cared. A Slayer may have to spend her life closed off from people, but she never thought it would mean she wouldn't have a family.

"Stay with me." Four voices spoke at once. Rachel, Will, Finn, and Brittany. Quinn looked up with a smile, feeling her heart warm up and start beating a little faster, she looked around at her friends who were all looking at her expectantly. The blonde boy was standing in the corner looking confused and a little overwhelmed.

"I uh…" Quinn wanted to stay with Rachel but at the same time the thought scared her. She wanted to stay with Rachel because of the acceptance it could provide, but at the same time she didn't want to be tempted to do...things, to get to close.

"Quinn?" It was then that everyone turned to see Santana Lopez standing in the doorframe, holding a cup holder that had three milkshakes.

"Oh, hello S." Quinn said, she turned and gave the girl a lopsided smile.

Rachel asked, "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough to hear Q say she needs a place to stay," Santana whispered, brown eyes shining.

"Oh, good," Rachel nodded.

"Q…" Santana walked forward handing the milkshakes off to Sam who took them before they fell. She walked right up to the blonde and encircled her in a huge hug, "You can stay with me Q, no arguments."

Quinn melted into the hug and put her arms around the latina, she felt tears prickling in her eyes again as she let the hug calm her down, "I think that's a good idea S."

Santana would understand, she'd understand the fear. The fear of being gay. Her parents were rarely home anyway, she could go out as late as she wanted without anyone caring, and she'd be away from the temptation of Rachel Berry.

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A week had passed since that morning. Quinn was all moved into Santana's guest room. Her father had given up his guardianship along with her mother and Santana's parents happily took it on. They knew the reason she was kicked out since her father had stated upon seeing them, "Glad someone can take care of my sinful daughter, loving someone of the same gender is wrong, maybe you can rehabilitate with her. I am washing my hands of something I see as useless." He had said it right in front of the couple.

Quinn had been horrified, her father had not even looked at her, and her mother just sat there looking pale and afraid.

Quinn stared at her mother with all her might, willing her mother to speak up. Her mother looked back with an apologetic frown, her own hazel eyes swimming with tears of regret. Quinn looked away filled with shame and anger, how dare her mother look guilty when she is letting her daughter be treated this way? She knew Russell was scary, but right now she needed her mother to be there, she had needed her mother the night she was kicked out, the day after, and before that when her father would hit her or call her names. But now it was obvious to Quinn her mother was a coward.

"Well if you don't want her, we do." Santana's father Joel had said. He was a doctor, and also a religious man like Russell.

"If you think you can rehabilitate her. I know you probably don't accept those things either." Russell said with a sneer, "Even minorities like yourself have some sense, after all I know you are church goers."

But Joel just crossed his arms, "I signed the paperwork Mr. Fabray, there is no need for you to be here."

Maribel Lopez who looked just like her daughter was attempting to not say anything. She had an angry look on her face and had her arms around Quinn.

"Fine. Come on," his angry gaze moved to his wife who stood up. Judy Fabray walked with her husband ducking her head.

They were both at the door when Quinn decided to finally speak up, "I needed my mom." Tears threatening to come out of her hazel eyes as she looked at her mother who stared at her with a pained expression, "I needed my mom," it's all Quinn could squeeze out.

Russell grabbed Judy and pulled her out of the room quickly, Quinn had turned and cried into Maribel's blouse, not sure what else to do.

But now Quinn sat at a dining room table surrounded by the Lopez family and Brittany Pierce. Santana and Brittany were both sitting silently, Joel Lopez was staring at his plate and frowning, Maribel Lopez was eating happily.

It was different than her own home. The Lopez household was less strict, but still strict at the same time. While Quinn still had her Slayer duties, she also felt safer where she was. Brittany who basically lived their herself was able to cover for Quinn on those late nights, especially from the prying curiosities of Santana Lopez.

Brittany had explained to Quinn that Santana could not know about her slayer duties. Not yet. Quinn didn't ask why, she just figured that if Brittany was a seer, she knew.

The adults of the household (Joel and Maribel) were both the type of people to have to go to conferences and business trips constantly. But this week they insisted on staying at home to help Quinn adjust. However it was not uncommon for them to be gone for weeks at a time. Santana was happy with it, because during the summer she went with them. Quinn appreciated them being there for her, she just wasn't used to it.

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"Quinn, can we talk?" Quinn turned to look at Maribel Lopez in confusion, she had been heading up to just go to sleep. Will had said that with the slow nights she was allowed a night off. She was craving it really. Quinn was suspicious that it was because of the eventful week she had. With her family kicking her out and having to move with barely any things, she was tired and not on her game.

"Of course Mrs. Lopez." Quinn said with a small smile, she stood still and looked at the woman before her expectantly. Manners, manners, manners.

But Maribel Lopez was frowning, her dark eyes blazing, "I said to call me Mari." the older woman said.

"I apologize I am used to calling adults by their surname." Quinn repeated.

"Don't be sorry, we appreciate manners Quinn." Joel walked in. He had the same sternness her own father had. It scared her.

"Okay." Quinn said.

"But please do feel comfortable enough to call us by our first names. After all you are family now." Joel added with a warm smile, that was what made the two men different. Joel had his tender moments and didn't seem to try and control everything or everyone.

"I just…" Quinn lowered her head, trying not to cry. She had been crying to much in the past week, and the meeting with her father the previous day had shaken her up even more.

"Quinn we know," Maribel said, "Come sit down, please."

Maribel lead Quinn over to the couch and sat them both down. Joel sat in the adjacent chair with a gentle smile.

"Quinn we wanted to talk to you about a few things. First of all, you are now family, as I have stated. Feel free to use anything in this house, eat any food, this also means you will do your share of chores. If you don't you will get grounded, like our daughter does. Because we care." Joel said, he sounded stern like he was scolding, and he sort of was. But it was gentle scolding.

"But we really wanted to talk to you about what your father said to us when we were...taking care of things." Maribel spoke up.

"What?" Quinn looked surprised, she automatically recoiled.

"When he said we had to rehabilitate you, we know the perfect way to do it," Joel said. He was grinning now.

Quinn felt sick. She looked at the ground and made a mental note to call Rachel and see if that invitation was still open, maybe think of a way to eradicate the paperwork that was already signed. These people were her guardians now.

"Right…" Quinn mumbled.

"See, if that's the case then you don't have a choice. I know that." Joel continued waving his hand at her.

"I think I've successfully repressed it." Quinn said weakly.

"Oh no my dear, that's not the point." Joel said kindly.

"Joel shut up." Maribel snapped angrily, "You're scaring the girl."

"Alright Mari." Joel sighed and then eyed Quinn again, "We don't care what sexuality you identify by. As long as you practice safe sex," Quinn gawked, "Oh it's a part of life Quinn. We're not stupid. We also have an open door policy. That's it. Santana has it with Brittany and you will have it with whoever you are with at the time."

"You don't care?" Quinn asked looking up. Her relief showing in her expression. She felt herself sag into the couch and she started to laugh.

"Of course we care." Joel said, "We want you to be happy."

"Thank you." Quinn was smiling now.

"Don't think anything of it." Maribel said, Joel simply nodded, "Now go to bed dear."