Sorry for the long wait, here another chapter. Hope you are still interested.
Warning: contains violent scenes - I'll highlight the beginning and the ending of the scenes.
A/N: G!PQuinn
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CHAPTER 7
When Kurt walked into the kitchen room, he was surprised to find Rachel already up and at the stove attempting to cook something that should have somehow resembled breakfast. He took a long moment to stare at her outfit and clearly raised an inquisitive eyebrow at the sight of a button-down shirt that he hadn't ever seen in her closet before.
"Whose is that shirt?" Kurt boomed from behind her, making her jump in surprise and almost send the pan to the floor. "You looked pretty lost in your thoughts, Rachel. Something you wanna share with your best friend?" He took his cereal bowl and the milk from the fridge, before taking a seat at the kitchen island. "I didn't hear you come home, last night. What time did you get back from your date with blondie?"
"Past 1 AM and it is not mine." Rachel pointed to her shirt as she let the half burnt French Toasts in two plates, sitting them across from Kurt who scrunched his nose in half-disgust. "They don't look that bad, do they?" She pouted down at the umpteenth attempt to cook without any success.
"No way I am going to eat those, Rachel. It goes past my best friend's duties." He kept on munching on his cereals and grabbed the carton, reading the ingredients written there. The sound of Rachel's bedroom door opening made him raise his head with curiosity; surprise was clearly written all over his face, when Quinn emerged - fully clothed - from the girl's bedroom with a charming smile on her face.
"Good morning, Kurt." She smiled at him and then bent down to peck Rachel's pouty lips. "Morning, gorgeous." She went to pull away but soft hands cupped each side of her face, keeping their lips together for a series of butterfly kisses. "Slept well?"
"The best." Rachel kisses her lips lingeringly before releasing her, so she could walk to the coffee pot and fill three mugs with the hot liquid. The brunette smiled at the other girl with gratefulness, as the first mug was placed right beside her plate. "Thank you, Quinn."
"Thanks for making breakfast, Rach." The escort kissed the top of her head and sat down on the stool beside her, cutting a piece of French Toast. "Hope you don't mind the intrusion, Kurt." She addressed the guy, who shook his head and added sugar to his coffee. "I have some business meetings today, but we can do something tonight?" Quinn turned to the brunette beside her who stopped her from taking a bite from that burnt toast.
"Don't eat that because you feel like you must to." Rachel pushed the plates aside. "I still need to master my cooking skills." She grabbed an apple from the fruit basket and handed it to Quinn, who took a bite and laced their fingers together."We could go on a double date with you and Adam, Kurt?" She turns to her best friend who had kept his eyes on their natural and tender displays of affection for the whole time.
"I'll tell him and we can arrange something, maybe a movies night." The flamboyant guy grabbed his smartphone and walked to his own bedroom for his usual morning call with his boyfriend, leaving the two girls on their own.
"When I come pick you up, tonight, why don't you pack a change of clothes so you can spend the night at mine's?" Quinn draped the brunette's long legs over her lap and trailed a teasing finger up and down her lower leg before resting her palm over her bare knee. "Do you know how much I love your legs? So damn sexy."
"I recall you mentioning it, once or twice." The NYADA singer slipped fully on top of the blonde who rested her hands on her bare thighs. "Can't you postpone your meetings? We can go back to my bedroom once Kurt is off to work." She nipped at the girl's earlobe and pressed into her, teasingly tracing the curve of her perky breasts through the thin t-shirt.
"Nothing I'd love more, babe." She could already feel her body respond to the lustful caresses, but it was a new client and she couldn't cancel on them. "Tonight, I'll make it up to you." Quinn cupped her face and kissed her hard, as preview of what the night would have consisted of.
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***Contains violent scenes***
When Quinn entered the hotel room, lights were turned on her and she faltered in her steps as a familiar Latina sat on the edge of the bed with a smug smirk on her face. For the first time since they had started the business, she was going to turn down a client and leave the room because there was no way she'd sleep with that woman.
"What are you doing here?" Quinn held onto the hotel key and crossed her arms over her chest, keeping her distance from the girl. "You really don't know how to take no as an answer or something? I stand by what I told you weeks ago, I am not going to sleep with you." She gritted her teeth and stared back at the other girl, who stood up and walked over to her.
"Are you really sure about that? You see, I tried to ask nicely at the wedding but you didn't accept my offer to rock your world for the night. Now, you even dare to refuse my money? For what exactly? You are a whore. I pay you and you deliver your services." Santana cupped her chin and stared up into her angry hazel eyes. "Or…"
"Or what?" Quinn pulled back from her grip and walked toward the phone station inside the room. "Firstly, you haven't paid me anything at all so I have no obligations toward you. Secondly, you can keep your money, because you couldn't pay me enough to change my mind about sleeping with someone like , I've been a client for this hotel so I am going to call security to make you escort you out of here, if you don't leave now." She grabbed the receiver ready to dial when the girl spoke up.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you. You see, after your little pride act on the wedding night, I ran a background check on you and I shared it with a friend of mine who really would like to have a word with you." Santana opened the bathroom door and Finn walked out, clad in black and with "troubles" written all over his face. "Enjoy your play time, kids." She walked out of the hotel room and closed the door behind herself.
"I knew you were full of shit since I met you, with your highly and mighty attitude when you are nothing but a whore." Finn snarled at her. "When you leave this room, you are going to end things with her and drop off the face of earth. You got me? It's over."
"Who do you think you are to tell me what to do with my relationship with Rachel? Did you miss the memo or you are really that dumb? She broke up with you. She doesn't want you anymore, it must hurt your huge ego that she might be bigger than the High School Quarterback with no future." She reached for the phone and turned her back on him. "You'll have 5 minutes to get the hell out of here, before hotel security kicks your sorry ass back to Lima, Finn." She went to dial the number, but strong hands grabbed the phone and threw it against the furthest wall.
"I must have not made myself clear. You and Rachel are over. You are dirty scum. You barely deserve to look at her, let alone be in a relationship with her. Rachel and I are meant to be together, she will see it my way once you stopped playing with her fucking mind." Finn slammed Quinn against the wall and pinned her there, staring down into her hard gaze. "Do you think she could really love someone like you? Someone who is only spreading her legs for people? A freak?!" He yelled in her face, thinking of having gotten the upper hand in the confrontation.
"I might be a freak, but I am not an obsessive jerk who can't take no for an answer." Quinn slammed down on his foot, before shoving him off her. "If you can lay hands on me, what will keep you from beating Rachel once she realizes what an asshole you are? Or when she will want to pursue her dreams instead of settling for someone like you? You'll beat her? You'll slap sense into her?" She yelled back at him, watching him get back on his feet. "Rachel knows about my job. I never lied about what I do for living and do you know how we met? It was because you couldn't last enough to satisfy her needs in bed. You are the fucking disappointment here."
"SHUT UP!" Finn pulled his hand back and hit the blonde hard, sending her stumbling against the bedside table and making the lamp crash onto the floor beside it. She had barely time to stand up, only to get thrown across the room against the other wall. The back of her head slammed against the rough surface, turning her vision blurry but she still managed to avoid the fist aimed for her head. She shouldered Finn in his gut, sending him to the floor before standing on trembling legs and fighting the urge to pass out. "Who is the disappointment now? You can't even fight for her. You sure you even care about her, whore?"
"I don't need to prove anything to you." Quinn blocked the punch aimed at her face, but didn't see the one aimed at her stomach that made her bend forward in pain. Finn grabbed her shoulders and kneed her hard into her side, before bringing both elbows down onto her back, sending her face first into the carpeted floor.
"Are you going to stay away from her now?" His fury was unbearable to stop. Quinn just braced herself for the pain and tried to block as many punches as she could, but he was too strong. She suddenly found herself on her back, with his hands pinning her down against the floor. "You better remember this next time you see her. Stay." Punch. "Away." Another punch to her stomach. "From". Hair grab. "My future wife." Last punch before she completely blacked out.
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Rachel paced back and forth in the living room, under the scrutiny of both Kurt and Adam; Quinn had not called nor had showed up for their evening date and she was worried. She didn't know why but she could feel something was not right about the blonde. Gut feeling? Maybe. Jealousy of her being with someone else for the afternoon? Yes but it wasn't that.
"Calm down, Rachel. She must have been held back at work." Kurt tried to comfort her best friend, who probably didn't hear anything and just waited for anything. A call. A text. A Whatsapp message. Anything to prove her wrong. When a knock on the door happened, the brunette rushed to it and opened it as quick as possible only to freeze when her eyes landed on the two frames before her.
Brody moved past the shocked brunette, carrying his best friend over the threshold and toward the closest comfortable place where he could lay a battered and still bleeding Quinn down. Kurt and Adam gasped at the sight of the girl and Rachel seemed to be still to shocked to realize what was happening there. The sound of her name, whispered in between a coughing fit and loud whimpers, snapped her out of her stupor and made her run toward the couch, not knowing what to exactly do.
"Oh my god, Quinn...what happened to you?" Rachel couldn't help the tears streaking down her cheeks, her hands trembled as they reached for the blonde's ones to hold onto. "Why didn't you take her to a hospital, Brody? She could have internal damage." She turned to the silent brunette boy who shook his head and just shrugged his jacket off.
"She hates hospitals and she didn't want to go anywhere else. I'll clean her up and check her injuries, it's not the first time we have to take care of each other like this." Brody ran a shaky hand through his short hair. "Can anyone show me where you have your medical supplies? I might need plenty of them."
"I'll show you." Kurt jumped to his feet and walked him to the bathroom. Adam walked to the kitchen to get Quinn a glass of water or something to drink, at least, leaving the two girls alone in the living room.
"Rachel...I am sorry for our date." Quinn coughed and cringed in pain, holding the left side of her ribcage and breathing in hard. "Fucking bastard." She muttered between the whimpers, closing her eyes and trying not to pass out again.
"You should have gone to a hospital, you idiot." Rachel cupped her bruised face and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, before resting their foreheads together. "I knew something had happened, I felt it." She sobbed lightly against the blonde, sighing against her lips as the escort's good arm circled her back, keeping her close.
"I am fine, I just bruise easily baby." The Texan girl rubbed her back in a comforting way, letting her know she was there and everything was going to be okay. Her body ached all over but she couldn't be more glad to have convinced Brody to take her back to Rachel's. The mere sight of the singer helped her relax and prepare herself for the pain of the medication process. She was familiar with the practice of patching or being patched up, she and Brody had mastered skills while growing up in Texas with abusive fathers and bullies at school. She trusted him with her own life.
"I need to clean her wounds and then stitch her up, if needed." Brody dropped the medical supplies on the floor and grabbed a pair of scissors, tearing into his friend's shirt to expose her bruised chest. "Hey buddy, it's gonna hurt for a bit but I know you are my strong girl." He stroked her hair gently and dropped a kiss to her forehead. "When I get my hands on that bastard, I'll show him how to respect women."
"Can I help, in some way?" Rachel looked between the two best friends and held onto Quinn's hand, brushing her thumb over her knuckles. She stared back at the blonde, who looked up at her and squeezed her hand tightly when Brody poured the antiseptic on her left side wound.
"Just squeeze her hand and get her to relax; the less nervous she is, the better." He started touching around the bruised area, hoping she hadn't cracked a rib or, worse, perforated one of her lungs before a broken rib. He sighed at the bruises that covered his best friend's body and just hoped his medical treatment would be enough to restore her back to full health.
Two hours later, Quinn had been moved into Rachel's bedroom and had succumbed to the painkillers induced sleep that would keep her - hopefully - without any pain for the rest of the night. Brody was nursing a warm cup of coffee, worried about his best friend lying unconscious in the other room and angry because of what that bastard did that to her. Rachel emerged from the bedroom, with puffy red eyes and trembling lips; she was still so shaken for what had happened and she couldn't help but feeling guilty about being upset Quinn was running late.
"Do you know who did that to her? She can press charges." Kurt looked at the brunette boy, who shook his head and rubbed his hands together. "We should have taken pictures of her body, it can be evidence against whomever assaulted her. She could have gotten more serious injuries or even worse." He muttered in disbelief and snuggled into his boyfriend's arms, who just held onto him.
"She said it was not a client. It was a sort of trap and then she blacked out. The only things she said was to bring her here, 'cause she wanted to see you, Rachel." Brody looked up at the brunette and stood up to wrap her up in a big hug. "Quinn wouldn't have asked me to bring her here, if she didn't feel very safe around you. I hadn't seen so open about someone, since her first real relationship. It is impressive."
"I wish I could do more to help her." She sighed against his shoulder and held onto his waist. His arms were comforting but Quinn's embraces were so different. She missed being wrapped up in her strong yet tender arms or their height difference, that allowed her to rest her head against her shoulder and kiss her without straining her neck.
"I think I should get going, she is in safe hands and I'll come by in the morning to check on her wounds." He pulled back and kissed the top of her head gently, before retrieving his jacket from the back of the couch and saying goodbye to both Adam and Kurt.
"If you need a hand, don't hesitate to come get us ok?" Kurt hugged Rachel tightly, before sending her off toward her own bedroom. The brunette's mind was only on Quinn, as it should be expected. Tiredness and frustration for not being able to do as much as she would want to took over her body. She only wanted to go back to that morning and keep Quinn with her, so she wouldn't have had to go through so much physical pain.
Seeing Quinn lying there, bandaged and bruised, made her heart ache in pain. The usual strong and full of energy girl she had gotten to know, had been taken down by some bastard who dared to lay a hand on a woman. She couldn't stomach it.
"Rach…" Quinn's eyes fluttered open. Her voice was rough and weak, from the screams of pain she had let out during the medication procedure. Painkillers were helping but she really wanted the brunette there with her, so she could find solace in her arms.
"I am here, Quinn." Rachel slipped under the covers and draped a careful arm over the girl's abdomen, mindful not to cause any further pain. "You need more sleep, babe." She leaned up to peck the girl's busted bottom lip before reaching up to run her fingers through her golden hair.
"Don't leave me…" The blonde whispered softly, as her body gave up under the feelings of tiredness and the amount of painkillers circulating in her blood. A light snore could be heard coming from the escort, who inwardly scooted closer to the brunette.
"I am not going anywhere…." The NYADA student pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead, before settling against her side. Fingers slowly moved through her hair, scraping her scalp gently as she did so. Too worried about her lover, she kept on watching over her…
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