Not Like I Think About You Constantly Chapter 14: This House Is Not a Home, a glee fanfic

Not Like I Think About You Constantly

By: Tracy Cook

Disclaimer: I do not own anything; these characters belong to the creators of Glee, One Tree Hill, and The Vampire Diaries.

Authors Note: This is an AU fic that focuses around Glee/OTH/Vampire Diaries. There will be NO VAMPIRES and characters may be slightly OOC, but I will try and keep them in character.

Pairing: Quinn/Rachel, Brooke/Haley, and Caroline/Rebekah.

Rating: M

Chapter Fourteen

This House Is Not a Home

Rachel had her eyes fixated on the television as she danced around the bed, singing along with Barbra Streisand to Don't Rain On My Parade, making sure not to step on Quinn who was laughing and staring up at her. The bed was bouncing beneath her uncomfortably, but she didn't mind if it meant that she got to watch the beautiful brunette dance around and sing her heart out. It was adorable.

As she belted out the final note of the song, she smiled brightly and took a bow before falling down onto the bed beside Quinn. She turned and looked at the blonde with a wide full-lipped grin. "What did you think?"

Quinn laughed and shook her head at the diva. "I think that I couldn't have been more right about saying that watching this movie was a bad idea."

Rachel pouted and nudged her side. "Be quiet, you absolutely loved my rendition."

"Maybe…" She saw the upset glare that the other woman gave her and laughed. "Okay, you're right I loved it. It was wonderful, as always." Honestly, it had been the cutest thing that she had ever witnessed. When she spent the night with Brooke or Caroline they never danced around the bed and sang along with musicals. This was not your typical sleepover, but she was loving every minute of it.

She smiled smugly and nodded her head at these words. "You should consider yourself lucky, Quinn Fabray." She informed, glancing over at her. "In less than four years I assure you that people will be paying to see my rendition of Don't Rain On My Parade, as well as begging me for my time and autograph. Not that I could ever compete with the great Barbra herself, but I digress."

"People are going to pay to watch you sing and dance around on your bed?" Quinn teased with a raise of her brow.

"Absolutely not." Rachel declined. "Where I am all for being unique, I believe that I will stick to tradition in this case and perform it on Broadway."

The cheerleader suddenly grew completely serious, her laughter dying down and her hazel eyes taking on a strange intensity as she stared into large brown. "And you will, you know." She smiled gently.

"I will what?"

"You will sing it on Broadway. That is where you belong, Rachel. You are a star."

Quinn's words caused Rachel's breath to catch in her throat as she searched her eyes to find her true intentions. All that she found was honesty and sincerity and it caused a light blush to cover her naturally tan cheeks. She was not really certain how to react to the compliment. So, she said the only words that came to mind. "Thank you, Quinn."

"It's only the truth, Rachel—" She jumped abruptly and screamed out as her phone started ringing beside her on the bed. She recognized the ringtone and it caused her heart to start racing in her chest. Reaching for the phone, Quinn lifted it and opened it, seeing that it was her mother calling. "It's my mother." Her voice was full of fear as she cast her eyes across the bed to Rachel.

"Answer it." Rachel told her.

"Rachel, she can't know that I'm here." Even if her mother did not know that she had feelings for Rachel, she still would not let her stay the night at her house. Not knowing that her fathers lived there too.

"I know, I don't expect her to." She nodded reassuringly.

Quinn clicked the send button on her phone and lifted it up to her ear. "Hello." She paused. "Yeah mom, I'm alright. I'm sorry. I know that I should have called to check in; I just got caught up with the girls after practice. Yeah, we are staying over at Brooke's tonight." Quinn watched as Rachel's face fell as she told her mother that she was staying at Brooke's. It broke her heart. "I know, but I can do that tomorrow. Yeah, I will call you in the morning when I wake up. I won't sleep in too late. Goodnight, I love you."

"Sorry…" She whispered out as she looked at the starlet.

Rachel forced an enthusiastic smile, and clapped her hands together as she climbed out of her bed. "It is perfectly fine. We should get prepared for bed before we start the next film." She walked toward her dresser and started to sift through her clothes. "Would you like to sleep in your current attire, or would you prefer to borrow something more comfortable?"

"I'll borrow something of yours if you don't mind…" Quinn stated awkwardly. She did not know how she felt about wearing Rachel's clothes.

"Of course I do not mind, I wouldn't have offered if I did." Rachel found a pair of shorts and a tank-top that Quinn could sleep in. If she were honest with herself, she would admit that she chose a more revealing outfit for slightly selfish reasons. She wanted to see a bit more of that gorgeous body.

Turning around, she tossed the clothes onto the bed.

Quinn grabbed the clothing and stood up, staring down at them. They were very revealing. A blush painted her cheeks as she thought about Rachel seeing her in them. She wouldn't normally wear something that showed off so much skin, but she didn't complain. It did not seem fair to complain after what she had just done.

"I'll-uh—just change in the bathroom…" Her blush intensified as she rushed inside the bathroom.

Brooke impatiently flipped through the channels on the television, searching for anything to watch to distract her mind. Her parents were having a yard sale in order to sell all of their belongings today, and so Haley had told her to meet her at her house after they met with their partners for glee. Haley was running late with Finn, and Brooke was getting impatient and jealous.

Her ears perked up as she heard a set of keys jingling outside. She sat up quickly and stared at the door, a dimpled grin spreading across her face as she waited to see her girlfriend again.

The door opened and Haley walked inside. She smiled at Brooke when she saw that she was staring at her from the couch with a huge smile plastered on her face. "Hey, Brooke." She greeted, walking toward the couch and dropping her bag beside it, before plopping down on the couch beside the other woman.

"Hey there, tutor-girlfriend." Brooke greeted, reaching out and pulling Haley into a tight embrace. The tutor laughed and stared up into hazel eyes.

Brooke smiled and leant down capturing her lips. "You have been missed."

"It was only a few hours, Brooke." She informed. They had not been separated long enough to miss each other.

"I know." She pouted and furrowed her brows at her. "Which is way too long!" She insisted, leaning down and kissing her once again. Haley laughed as she pulled out of the kiss and snuggled up against Brooke's shoulder. She had missed her too; she just was not willing to admit it.

"So, how was working with Finn Hudson?" Her tone was blatantly jealous and she said the football player's name with disgust.

Haley pulled away from Brooke and stared into her eyes with an amused smile. "Are you jealous?"

"Maybe…" She muttered angrily.

"You are!"

"So what! Of course I am jealous, Haley! You spent all day with the quarterback of the football team after telling everyone how much you loved his voice in glee club!" Brooke defended her jealousy with her own logic.

"Oh, please, Brooke." Haley rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's ridiculous reasoning. "I was just trying to get Rachel to stop suggesting that I do the solo."

"So, you don't like his voice?" She pouted.

"He has a nice voice, but that doesn't mean anything." Haley laughed.

"Did you have fun with him?" Brooke asked in a serious tone of voice, with a raise of her brow.

"Yeah, it was fun. We talked a lot about school and stuff; he asked if I could tutor him, and our voices sounded good together." She watched as Brooke crossed her arms over her chest and glared at her. "But, I would have rather been spending my time with my amazing, gorgeous, girlfriend, any day."

"Sure you would have." She continued to pout.

"Brooke!" Haley laughed, tackling her girlfriend so that she was straddling her and Brooke was forced back into the cushions of the couch.

"I was just kidding. God, no reason to get crazy, Hales." Brooke teased, leaning forward and pressing her lips to Haley's. "I know that you would rather be spending time with me." She smirked and ran her tongue along her bottom lip, hearing Haley let out a soft moan caused her body to react. She could feel her arousal growing.

Haley leant into the kiss and allowed her lips to move against Brooke's with fever. She wanted more, she needed more. Every time that the cheerleader kissed her it felt as though her entire body was on fire. It caused an aching to form between her thighs and a strange need to build. Haley gasped out into Brooke's mouth as she felt her tongue enter her mouth and start a dance with her own. She found herself unconsciously rocking her hips against Brooke in hopes to gain more contact.

Suddenly, Brooke pulled out of the kiss causing Haley to whimper out. She did not look pleased.

"I so want to continue kissing you, Haley, but first I need to tell you what Tyler told me!" She announced excitedly. She needed to tell someone the juicy gossip that she had.

Haley looked down at her with an amused expression. "You're stopping me from kissing you in order to tell me something that Tyler told you?" Brooke nodded and the tutor pouted, she did not want to stop kissing. "Maybe I should be the jealous one."

"Are you?" She asked with a wicked grin, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. "Because that would be so freakin' hot."

Haley blushed brightly and pushed her girlfriend playfully, she was not used to being called hot. It made her nervous and self-conscious. 'I am not hot.' "Oh shush, and tell me what he said."

Brooke smiled wildly. She was so excited to tell someone what he had told her. "Well, he told me some interesting news about Caroline…" She allowed her voice to trail off in order to be suspenseful.

"Brooke, what is it?"

"Apparently, the reason that Caroline broke up with Tyler isn't just because of their sex-life—" She paused and thought about it with a perplexed expression. "—Or, I guess maybe it is…" Haley gave her a look that told her to continue on with her explanation. "Sorry." She laughed. "He told me that she broke up with him because she's totally got a thing for Rebekah!"

Haley did not appear nearly as shocked as she hoped that she would. She wanted some sort of a reaction. Caroline was the straightest woman that she knew and she had a crush on Rebekah. It was a big deal. Her reaction caused Brooke's enthusiasm to deflate and her smile to fall.

"I guess all of the head bitches in charge are into women." Haley concluded.

Brooke gasped and playfully slapped her girlfriend on the stomach. "Don't tell Q that."

"I wouldn't dare." She admitted.

"Now, about that kissing." Brooke smirked and captured Haley's lips with her own, loving the way that they felt. "Mm…" She moaned out softly into the kiss.

Haley pulled away from her and smiled as she heard the cheerleader let out a whimper of disapproval before pouting. "Wait, stop, Brooke." She held her back, stopping her from recapturing her lips. Brooke's eyes suddenly filled with worry as she stared up at Haley. "I have to tell you this thing that Finn said—"

"—Shut up and kiss me!"

Haley's laughter was interrupted as Brooke recaptured her lips in a heated kiss.

Rebekah was staring at her throat in the mirror, examining the bruises that her brother had inflicted on her. They were not terribly bad. 'Thanks to Caroline…' Her mind reminded.

She was drawn out of her thoughts at the sound of the doorbell. She jumped and turned to look at the door. Niklaus held up a hand to calm her down as he moved to the peephole and looked through it. His eyes hardened and his anger returned as he saw a woman with short blonde hair wearing a police uniform and a badge.

He moved away from the door quickly and rushed to his sister who was staring at him with confused blue eyes.

"Who is it, Nik?"

Niklaus did not answer the question. Instead he growled out angrily and grabbed onto Rebekah's arm forcefully, thrusting her against the wall and glaring down into her eyes. "It is the police, Bekah."

'Oh god… Caroline must have told the police what happened…'

"I am going to hide, sister. You lie and get rid of her quickly." Rebekah nodded her head and started to move away from her brother, only to have him tighten his grip on her and push her against the wall again. He stared directly into her eyes and without any sign of remorse he added, "If you so much as hint to her that I am inside, I will kill you. Understood?"

"Yes, brother." Her voice shook with anger as she tore her arm away from his grasp and headed to answer the front door.

Opening the front door she saw the woman standing on her porch. She was wearing a badge that said Sheriff and a displeased look. 'She probably knows that we were hiding something.'

"Hello, Sheriff. What can I do for you this fine evening?" Her voice cracked from the strain of being recently strangled. Rebekah watched as the other woman's eyes ran along her neck, and she fidgeted uncomfortably, knowing that she was looking at the bruises.

Liz, not only saw the bruises along her neck, but she also recognized the strain in her voice and the tears in her eyes that she was attempting to hold back. She could tell that what her daughter had said was true. Now it would be up to Rebekah to admit to it.

"Good evening, Miss. I am Elizabeth Forbes, the Sheriff of this town." She paused to hold up her badge. "And there were complaints about a young man abusing a woman at this address. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

"…Afraid not." 'Forbes… she is related to Caroline… is this her mum?'

"I had a feeling that you wouldn't. Rebekah, is it?" Liz asked.

Rebekah nodded simply. "Yes."

"Do you mind if I come inside and have a look around?"

"I would prefer if you did not." She insisted, closing the door a little bit as she spoke to ensure her brother would have privacy. Her heart was racing and fear was threatening to consume her, but she held it all together. Rebekah had learnt at a young age how to lie with astonishing accuracy.

"It is only protocol when we receive complaints like this." Liz insisted.

Rebekah's voice shook and her lips quavered as she spoke. "I was actually just on my way out." She walked past her, closing the door and locking it behind her.

As she passed the Sheriff, she caught her eyes and insisted. "I can help you, Rebekah. You just have to tell me what happened to you."

"I just need to go to the grocery store. I assure you that nothing happened." With that, she walked past her and toward the street.

Liz turned and watched the broken woman run away from her and she sighed. She knew women who were abused and she knew that they were often scared to stand up for themselves, whether it was because they loved the individual or they felt scared and threatened. In Rebekah's case, she had a feeling it was both, and she planned to get to the bottom of it.

Quinn walked out of the bathroom with a bright blush tainting her cheeks and her neck. Her long blonde hair fell down over her shoulders, and her hazel eyes were fixated on anything in the room aside for Rachel. She could not stand to look at her while wearing so little. Especially since she could feel her eyes roaming all over her body. Quinn crossed her arm over her stomach, and the other arm over her chest in order to cover as much skin as possible. It still wasn't enough.

Rachel's eyes had darkened with desire as she allowed them to wander over Quinn's perfect body. They traced the little cleavage that was still visible, the sliver of skin exposed where her tank-top met her shorts, and those long exposed legs. She wondered why the other woman was so shy; she had worn skirts that short before during cheerleading.

'It is more than likely because she is standing in front of me…' Her heart leapt and she smiled at the thought.

Quinn made her way over to the bed, still feeling self-conscious and nervous. "Please stop staring, Berry, and turn off the light so we can lie down and watch this movie." 'And I can hide my body in the darkness… This is so embarrassing…'

"I'm so sorry, Quinn. You just look so stunning—" The blonde glared at her and she quickly stopped complimenting her body, and rushed to turn off the light. As darkness covered the room, Quinn climbed under the blankets and hid her body from sight.

Rachel climbed into bed beside her, pulling the covers over her body and turning to face the gorgeous woman. "I apologize, Quinn. I did not mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

She sighed and turned to look at the starlet. Watching as the light from the television screen illuminated her perfect face, dancing along her tan skin and lighting up her beautiful brown eyes. "It's not you, Rachel, it's me. I just don't really feel comfortable showing this much skin."

"You should have told me!" Rachel insisted with a smile. "I have less revealing pajamas, if you do not mind pink hearts and gold stars." Her smile twisted into one of deviation and mischief and Quinn laughed.

"On second thought, this will do."

"I thought that it would." The diva then nodded toward the television screen before recapturing hazel eyes with brown. "Now, explain to me why you chose a horror movie to watch before we go to sleep."

Quinn turned and stared at the screen. Her lips parted and her brow furrowed as she watched the scene. She was baffled. "I chose the Lion King."

"Exactly." Rachel's tone was dangerously serious.

"It's a children's movie, Rach. And it's one of my favorite movies growing up." She looked back at the brunette watching her face closely. Trying to find any hint of teasing, but she seemed completely serious in her accusation.

"I am aware that it is a children's movie, but that does not make it any less horrifying. I had nightmares non-stop growing up because of this movie." She nodded her head assertively, a pout on her full lips and her brows knit together.

Quinn laughed. Her laughter died when she received a glare from Rachel though. "Sorry, but what part of this movie could have possibly given you nightmares?"

"The part where Scar killed Mufasa. It haunts me to this very day."

"Aww!" Quinn squealed at the adorableness that was Rachel Barbra Berry. Opening her arms she offered to hold the other woman. It was a natural instinct of hers when someone was scared, and she didn't really think of the repercussions until afterward. "Come here."

Rachel's pout twisted into a grin as she hugged onto Quinn tightly.

The cheerleader's body tensed at the contact. She had chosen a children's movie because it meant that she would not need to hold Rachel, she would not need to protect her. It was not a horror movie. And still, somehow, she had wound up holding her body tightly against her own. Her scent was surrounding her, filling her senses and causing her to grow dizzy.

Quinn's body tensed and her heart leapt as she felt Rachel press her chest tightly against her own. 'This was a terrible idea…'

Brooke dipped the spoon into the carton of ice cream and smirked playfully as she lifted it up to Haley's lips. The tutor eyed it warily before shrugging her shoulders and leaning in to take a bite. As soon as her lips neared the spoon though, Brooke pulled it away from her and dangled it further above her head. Haley moved to bite it again, but she pulled it away again.

"Give me that, you jerk!" She shouted out, taking the spoon from her girlfriend and eating the ice cream.

Brooke gasped. "Okay, she who calls her girlfriend a jerk."

"Well, if you don't want to be called a jerk, don't be a jerk." Haley teased, nudging her side and smiling at her. They were currently sitting in bed watching some random infomercial on the television. It was a little past four in the morning.

Brooke took the spoon and filled it up with ice cream again, lifting it up to the tutor's lips and nodding reassuringly. Haley glanced down at the spoon and then back up into hazel eyes, they looked like they held sincerity. Taking a chance she leant forward only to have the spoon curve to the side and to have cold ice cream smeared across her cheek.

"Whoopsie!"

"Whoopsie? You're a jerk." She laughed and moved to wipe off her cheek, but the other woman wiped it off before she had the chance.

Brooke dipped the spoon into the ice cream once more and moved to straddle her girlfriend on the bed, staring down at her with devious eyes and a dimpled smirk. Haley stared back up at her with wide terrified eyes. She did not know what to expect with her. "I'm not trying to eat that again."

"Please, just one more time?" She whined, pouting and leaning forward a little.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, one more time."

Brooke's smirk widened as she moved the spoon toward Haley's mouth, tracing the spoon along her lips and coating them in the cold sweet treat. Leaning forward she extended her tongue and ran it along her upper lip, before sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and cleaning it of the ice cream. Haley gasped and moaned out at the sensations that this caused.

Reaching up, she tangled her hands in Brooke's dark hair and dragged her down on top of her, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Their lips moving against each other with fever and need. Haley moaned out when she felt Brooke start to rock her hips against her and she blushed brightly, pulling back and stopping her girlfriend.

She wanted her, but she did not want things to get out of hand.

She wanted their first time to be special.

"Brooke, we have to stop." She whispered hotly against her lips.

Brooke groaned out and pouted, falling down on top of her girlfriend. "Now look whose being a jerk."

"Hey! You said that you would go at my pace, missy!"

"I know, but god… you just turn me on so bad. I want you like pretty much all the time, Hales." Brooke admitted. Her body was aching and she could feel a wetness between her thighs, he clit was throbbing with need. She needed to be touched, but she respected Haley more than that. So, she forced her body to relax and held onto the petite woman.

The ice cream was completely forgotten at this point.

A few minutes passed of just lying together in complete happiness. "God, I can't believe that we are moving in together." Brooke squeaked out excitedly, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, I know." Haley admitted, tracing her fingers through her girlfriend's hair. "It's crazy… not too long ago I'd never even dated anyone, and now I am moving in with my girlfriend."

The cheerleader cast her eyes to Haley and asked, "You're not worried that once we start getting to know each other's habits we'll start to hate each other or something, are you?"

"That isn't going to happen, Brooke. I couldn't hate you." She insisted with a smile.

"I dunno, I can be pretty annoying. I mean—"

"It isn't going to happen, Brooke. Nothing you do annoys me. I love everything about you." Brooke's heart started to race as she heard these words. She had thought for just a second that Haley was going to tell her that she loved her, but that was almost the same thing. Her hazel eyes were full of tears at just the thought of someone as amazing as Haley loving her.

"Okay… Good…" She whispered out under her breath as she traced her fingers along Haley's arm.

"We will go apartment hunting in the morning."

"I can't wait." Brooke admitted with a smile.

"Me either."

Liz walked into the police station. She was a woman on a mission. She needed to get a warrant so that she could search the Mikaelson residence. She was worried about Rebekah and what her brother might actually do to her.

The Sheriff greeted a few cops before heading to the back room where they kept the computer with all of the records. First, she searched their residence, but it was not listed under their name. Then she searched for Rebekah Mikaelson. She found no one in the system by that name. This, plus the fact that her house was not under her name made her think that they could be illegal residents, so she extended the search to the United Kingdom. What she found baffled her.

Two photographs popped up. A child named Rebekah Mikaelson at the age of seven. She looked a lot like the woman who had answered the door, only she was younger. Next to her was a young man named Niklaus Mikaelson, age twelve.

They had fled England after Niklaus had been accused of murder.

Liz looked more into Niklaus and found that the courts in England had recently reopened the murder case. They had found new evidence to link him to the murders. This alone would not normally be enough to grant her a warrant, because they were no longer in the UK. But, that mixed with the abuse accusations and the two of them being illegal citizens, was more than enough to get them taken in for questioning.

The doorbell rang and Rebekah snapped her head up to look at the door, her heart racing. She had a feeling that it was Caroline's mother again. She did not seem the type to give up easily, especially when she knew that something was wrong. She supposed that she should have felt flattered by the Sheriff's concern, but it only upset her.

Moving toward the door she stared through the peephole and saw that it was not only Elizabeth, it was the entire police force. They were armed and had their vehicles, their lights flashing.

'She must have found something…'

"Nik! Nik!" She shouted out in a whisper, calling him downstairs.

"What is it, Bekah?" He asked as he rushed down the stairs. He could see the lights flashing in the windows and he knew the answer to his question.

Rebekah turned to look at her brother with terror written across her face. "The police are here. They must have found some evidence to grant them a warrant somehow. What are we going to do?"

"You are going to answer the door!" Niklaus informed her, walking toward her.

"What? Are you insane? They will take us away."

"Yes, sister. They will take us in for questioning." He stated with a nod of his head as he stared down into her eyes angrily. "And no matter what they say, you are not to tell them anything that you know."

"Anything that I know about what, Nik?"

"Everything!" He spat in her face. "Now, answer the door dear, no need to be rude. The longer we wait, the more suspicious that we will look."

Rebekah nodded and turned toward the front door, opening it and forcing a smile at the woman. "What is it, Sheriff?"

Liz looked her over suspiciously. "Awfully quick grocery run."

"We only needed a few things." She insisted.

The Sheriff sighed and shook her head. She had seen these situations hundreds of times and they always broke her heart. "I'm sorry Rebekah, but you and your brother need to come down to the station for questioning." Rebekah could tell that she was genuinely sorry. Still, she was upset by the turn of events. She had just wanted to go to bed and forget the day had happened; now she would be up all night conversing about it.

Liz nodded to the police officers and they rushed up the stairs of the porch, forcing Rebekah into handcuffs, and barging into the house to do the same to Niklaus. They were reading them their rights, but Rebekah could not hear anything as she was pushed into the back of the police car with her brother.

He was staring at her with murderous eyes that told her she had better keep her mouth shut or she would regret it.

Rebekah planned to do as she was told.

Her blue eyes were fixated on the house as the police car sped away. She forced the tears back as they threatened to fall. Rebekah knew that she should have sent Nik away when he arrived, but she hadn't. She had let him back in to be hurt by him yet again. She always did that. Sometimes she could be so stupid when love was involved.

Quinn's eyes fluttered open and she stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling. She could feel the weight of something on top of her and a familiar scent surrounding her. Suddenly, memories from the previous night came back and she snapped her head down to look at the weight on her chest. It was Rachel.

The covers had been thrown off in the night and her own body was exposed, but what was more embarrassing was that Rachel's entire body was exposed. Her perfect tan skin on display, her long toned legs, the sliver of skin where her shirt met her shorts, and her cleavage that was dangerously close to her own.

She felt an aching between her thighs and Quinn knew that she was aroused.

She was aroused because of Rachel Berry lying on top of her.

'This is not okay! NOT OKAY!' Quinn moaned out as she felt Rachel's heated breath rush against her chest and her lips brush gently against her neck. Her body shook at the contact and she wanted more of it, but she wanted it to stop more than that.

'I have got to get up… this is so wrong…' She did not think about how light a sleeper Rachel was, honestly in that moment she did not care. Rolling out from beneath her, she stood to her feet and quickly started to collect her belongings.

"Quinn?" Rachel rubbed her eyes and stared up at the blonde from the bed. She had trained herself to be a light sleeper in case of a break in.

Quinn froze, her hazel eyes widening as she turned and looked at the diva. "I-uh—I gotta go, Rach." With that, she ran out of the room and down the stairs toward her car. She did not even care that she was exposed for the world to see, and she ignored the strange looks that Rachel's dads gave her on her way out.

Brooke and Haley were holding hands as they walked through their fifth apartment building. It was a nice apartment, with one bedroom, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a living room. It was simple and came furnished, and it also came at a decent price.

Haley looked over at Brooke who smiled brightly and nodded her head enthusiastically.

"We'll take it." Haley told him. Her heart was racing quickly in her chest as she signed the paperwork and paid the man. She knew that they were both acting nonchalant about the entire ordeal, but it was a big deal. They were buying a place together. 'We will be living together… sharing a home, sharing everything…'

After the paperwork and payment was complete, they walked outside and turned to look at their new home. Brooke squealed excitedly and pulled on Haley's hand. "Oh my god, Haley! This is gonna be our new home!" She had never really had a home before. She had lived in a house that had no one who loved her in it, no one who cared about her. It had been a nice house, but this would be a home.

"I know!" She was equally excited. "Now, all we've got to do is head back to your place and gather anything that your parents haven't sold."

As the two women walked into Brooke's house, they immediately realized that her parents had sold practically everything. They had even sold the pictures off of the walls. Everything was gone. It looked like a vacant house that was up for sale. Which it technically was. Brooke's parents had given her time to move out, but they were selling the house.

Haley looked over at Brooke with worried eyes as she squeezed gently on her hand. She knew that this was going to be emotional for her.

It was letting go of her past, which they both needed to do. She had spent hours crying on her bed, holding her stuffed bear and telling her parents that she wanted them to stay. But, reality set in when they left, and now they both needed to realize this would be their new future.

"It's fine Haley. I'm not going to cry." Brooke muttered out sadly. She felt like she was convincing herself more than anything. She was raised to be strong, and that was what she was going to be. "Come on…" She pulled Haley toward her bedroom.

She gasped when she opened the door and found that everything she had owned was gone. Everything aside from a tiny bed that replaced her own, and the dollhouse from her childhood. Brooke noticed a note on her bed and walked across the room, picking it up and reading it over. Haley could only watch with a sad expression as tears filled hazel eyes; Brooke pushed them back like she always did.

Crumpling the note, a single tear rolled down her pale cheek. She wiped it away angrily and forced a smile. "Well, it's official." She joked. "They sold everything… I think they even sold an O in my name. I'm now officially Broke Davis."

Haley could not smile, despite Brooke's humor. She knew that she was just attempting to cover up how she truly felt and it shattered her. She hated seeing her in so much pain and knowing that her parents had caused it. Parents were supposed to love their children.

"They didn't sell everything." Haley smiled and nodded toward the dollhouse.

Brooke laughed and walked over to the dollhouse, looking down at it. She reached out and picked up one of the dolls inside of it. Tears started to stream down her face now. She could not stop them from falling.

Haley wrapped her arms around her stomach and placed her head against her shoulder, staring at the dollhouse. "You should bring it back to the apartment."

"It's just a dollhouse, Hales."

"No, it's just your dollhouse, Brooke. It's a part of you and I want it to be a part of our home." She insisted.

"Thanks." Brooke's body shook as tears continued to roll down her cheeks.

Haley did not say anything; she simply smiled and kissed her girlfriend's shoulder reassuringly. She knew that her parents had destroyed her, but she planned to pick up the pieces and put her back together. She planned to always make sure that Brooke Davis knew how loved she was.

"We have been asking your brother questions for hours and he won't tell us anything. Not about abusing you, not about fleeing England, and not about the murder charges." Liz announced as she stared across the table at the young woman.

Rebekah glanced down at her hands uncomfortably as she once again mentioned the murder charges.

"I know that you are scared of him, Rebekah. And I know that he probably threatened you to keep quiet, but if you just tell us what he has done we can keep you safe. We can lock him away for good."

She hesitated and bit down on her cheeks, pursing her full lips. Glancing up, she caught Liz's eyes with harsh and serious blue. Deep down she was terrified, she wanted to tell her everything she knew, she wanted to get rid of her brother forever. But, she had told her brother years prior that they would never speak of it. That this would be their secret, always and forever.

"I know nothing of what my brother has done."

"Really?" Liz was rightfully doubtful. "Then what, may I ask, happened to your neck?"

"I tripped and fell." Rebekah spit back spitefully. She knew that the Sheriff knew what really happened, but she could not prove it unless she admitted to it.

Liz stared at her for a moment longer and then sighed. She decided that it might be a better decision to take another approach. "You are an illegal resident in the United States, correct?"

"Yes." There was no point to lie about that.

"You fled here with your brother ten years ago?"

"Yes."

Liz was pleased to hear Rebekah cooperating with her. Not that she could deny either of those things, there was evidence. "You are aware that we could have you deported and sent back to England."

"I am aware." Rebekah muttered. She masked her concern easily, though deep down the thought of leaving America terrified her. She did not want to return to England. The only reason she would ever go back would be in order to see her mother. But, she could not imagine leaving Caroline behind. Not now. She meant too much to her.

"If you tell us what you know, we can change that Rebekah."

Rebekah laughed humorlessly as she shook her head at the Sheriff. "Isn't that rich. You are bribing me with my own well-being for information? Got to love the system."

"This is for your well-being, Rebekah. And yes, we will grant you citizenship and get you a green card if you tell us what you know."

The offer was tempting. Still, it was not worth losing her life. "I refuse to tell you anything. So, you may as well ship me off to England." She crossed her arms and glared at the other woman. "Tell your daughter that I will miss her dearly."

Liz honestly could not believe the attitude that Rebekah had toward this. She was offering to let her stay in America, to erase her of any involvement with her brother and his crimes, and she was being spiteful. She stood up and leant across the table, staring into her eyes. "Do you not understand what he is being linked to?"

"The case of my father's death." She muttered out nonchalantly as she glared back into Liz's eyes. "I am aware, but that case ran cold years ago. They could never prove it was or was not him."

"It's more than just that."

Rebekah squinted her eyes at Liz, her jaw tightening.

"This new evidence links him to so much more. It proves that it was him, and we cannot do anything to convict him for that crime because he has left the country. That is unless we can convict him of a new crime."

"Like abusing me?" She laughed a little finally understanding.

"Yes, like abusing you."

Rebekah cast her eyes away from Liz and caught sight of the door in the room. She did not want to convict her brother of a crime. It was not worth the risk. His anger and determination were unrivaled.

"This new evidence…" She paused and lifted her hand to her head. "God, I shouldn't even be telling you this, but you need to know."

She returned her gaze to the Sheriff.

"It doesn't just link him to the murder of your father, Rebekah. It links him…" Her voice trailed off uncomfortably as tears filled her own eyes, she forced them away. It was her job to deliver bad news and to remain impartial. "It links him to the murder of your mother as well."

"Mummy…" She whispered out as tears formed behind her eyes. Rebekah could no longer breathe. Her body was convulsing and her heart had stopped beating, she could not think of anything as she lifted her hand to her necklace and held onto it tightly. So tightly that the metal dug into her skin, drawing blood. She tried to remember that fateful day. That day that Nik told her that he had rid them of their father. That day that he had told her to help him dig a grave. There had only been one bag, only one body, it was not possible.

Rebekah stood to her feet and screamed at the woman across from her, tears falling down her face and neck. She wanted to hurt the other woman for lying to her. "That is impossible!"

The guards ran into the room, but Liz quickly told them that she was fine and to leave.

Liz spoke slowly. "It is possible I'm afraid. Evidence points to him killing your father and then killing your mother. She probably witnessed the crime take place and that is why he did it. Then he buried their bodies in a hole outside of your home and fled to America with you." She moved toward the shaking woman who pushed her away violently. "Now he is abusing you. Do you really want someone who is capable of such horrendous crimes on the loose? What about your safety? What about Caroline?"

'She is right… Caroline could be in danger… Nik had told me to dig the grave… he had told me that it was father…' She cried and stared down at her hands, recalling how they had been covered in mud that day as they dragged the bag into the hole. 'He said father was going away… that he would not be hurting me or mother any longer, that mother was fine… he said mother was just sleeping…' Her eyes widened and tears continued to fall, staining her shirt as she reached up and tugged on the necklace. She felt like it was suffocating her, strangling her.

Rebekah could not breathe. She tore the necklace off knowing that she did not deserve to wear it, throwing it across the room. Her mother had given it to her when she was five; she said that it was for her precious daughter. Precious?

'Her precious daughter helped bury her body!'

"What do you need from me?!" She growled out angrily. Rebekah wanted to slaughter her brother with her bare hands for what he had done, but she refused to handle her problems like he chose to. She refused to be like him.

"Just tell us what he did to you and the courts in England will take care of the murder charges."

"He strangled me. He threatened to kill me." Her body was numb and her voice came out monotone.

"Thank you… You are free to go." Liz bent over and reached for the necklace, but Rebekah walked toward the door ignoring her. "Your necklace."

"I do not deserve to wear it."

Authors Note:

As promised I kept this chapter more even with the pairings. There was no Caroline, but this Rebekah storyline will be opening up for Rebekoline. I hope that you all enjoyed all of the pairings. This chapter took me quite a while to write up. I have been updating very frequently lately, but the last chapter did not get many reviews at all and it was really disappointing… So, unless I get a lot of encouragement this chapter it may take me awhile to add another chapter… For all of you who continue to review each chapter, this has nothing to do with y'all, and I love each and every one of you!

Thank you all for reading, you are all wonderful and I hope that you enjoyed this installment!

-Tracy Cook

P.S. If you are interested in watching my favorite videos for these pairings, or if you do not know them very well, watch the following!:

Just go to Youtube and copy and paste these into the search bar. (Won't let me post links, you may or may not have to scroll just a bit)