A/N: Two updates in one week, that is great for me. You can thank the snow days for this speed I am working at, that and my procrastination skills for work. I hope you like this chapter, it is in both Judy and Quinn's POV's like usual. I think you can get a true idea of where each of their mindsets are as we move into healing. A little Unholy Trinity full as well as some heavy stuff. Please leave a comment/review. I truly appreciate them. Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of its characters. Glee belongs to its creators and FOX.

Judy sat across from Hiram and Leroy, she'd put Quinn to bed about an hour ago and was now sure that Quinn wouldn't be waking. She'd walked into the living room to find her best friends relaxing on the couch together, Leroy's arm drapped protectively around Hiram. They were so cute sometimes. Leroy saw her enter first, "Judy."

"Quinn's home," she told them with a large smile. After receiving much needed hugs the three retired to the kitchen where Judy now found herself. "You talked like really talked?" Hiram asked gently.

"Yes, I told her about my depression and alcoholism. I was completely vulnerable to her. I wanted her to know the truth but I also wanted to show her that she could be the same with me. It work too, she told me everything about living with Russell." Judy clenched her fist, how she wanted to drive to his home and beat the crap out of him for what he did to her daughter.

"I don't like the sounds of that." Leroy muttered. Judy sighed, she knew she shouldn't tell Quinn's secrets but she needed to get this off her chest and she couldn't wait to talk to a therapist. "We were right he was abusive, but so much worse than we ever thought." She preceded to tell them what Quinn had told her. Both men's faces grew taut and red with rage. "He deserves to burn in hell." Hiram said, "The bastard should be locked up and subject to twice the pain he put our Quinn through." Judy was quiet shocked by Hiram's words; normally he was a calm docile man and it took so much to set him off. Leroy was the one with the short fuse.

"We all want that, but we need to be smart about this and we need to consider what Quinn will want to do." The lawyer in Leroy was clearly in control but the way Leroy's hands shaked it was obvious that he was struggling to maintain his control. Leroy would go to Russell's home and beat the crap out of him if he lost his temper. "We could bring up charges of child abuse, we have the journal as prove, thought any good defense lawyer would claim that there was no proof that the journal was written by Frannie and could be a fabrication by you. Judy. Though we would have Quinn's word, and physical scars apparently, it would be winnable."

Judy nodded, "Let's do it."

"We have to ask Quinn first. She may not want to. I know he was horrible to her and she is starting to see that but he is still her father, still the man who raised her for most of her life, she may not want to send him to jail."

Judy shook her head confused, "Like Stockholm Syndrome?" She asked referring to the phenomenon where kidnap victims fall for and begin to identify with their kidnappers.

"I was thinking more along the lines of Battered Wife syndrome but yes essential that too. What is the most important thing here?"

"Quinn." Judy said instantly.

"Exactly, Quinn and the baby and their safety. She is living with you now, she is away from him and is no longer in danger. Now think about charging Russell and the trial that would file. There would be media attention; Russell is a prominent man in a small town. Do we really want to subject Quinn to a lengthy trial and the media attention, especially in her physical and I dare say psychological fragile state?"

Judy knew Leroy was right, there was so much to consider before going to the police to report Russell, the first being Quinn, if she'd want to press charges and could she handle that stress on top of everything else. She hadn't wanted to face the fact that she was raped, there was a slim chance she'd admit to being an abused child. "We should still ask her."

"I agree but perhaps after the baby is born. I fear for both their health if we do this now." Hiram added, he'd calmed down and was thinking more clearly now as well. "The statute of limitations won't be out by then correct?" he directed the question to his husband.

"Correct, we can press charges for quite a few years, it's just easier to do when the event is recent and there is still physical proof, though Quinn carries permanent proof all her life on her back."

How horrible was it to be glad that Quinn bared scars of her torment so that they could use them as evidence later. The question bother Judy so much that it was one of the first questions she asked her new therapist two days later.

"I mean, he hurt my baby so much and all I could think while we were talking about a possible court case is good thing the asshole left marks." Judy had been steadily crying since she first told her therapist her story, how she lost custody of her daughters, how Francine had been killed, how Quinn had been beaten, raped, and homeless all before her 17th birthday.

"It's not an odd thought, Judy, you want him to be held accountable for what he did to Quinn and the only way to do that is to have physical proof, proof that unfortunately is etched into Quinn's skin."

Judy sighed and sat back, "I just feel so helpless all the time."

"How as it been the last few days since she has been home" the therapist, Dr. Orr said as she scribbled some notes down. She was an attractive woman with auburn hair held in a loss bun; she wore a light grey skirt suit with a purple shirt. She appeared to be a few years younger than Judy.

"Good, quiet but good. She hasn't really told me anything new but she isn't phasing me out either. She hasn't gone back to school yet, we decided Monday would be a better day for that, so instead we've been watching movies together and playing some games."

Dr. Orr nodded, "That is nice. Judy you are doing a much better job than you think you are. Abused children they are difficult to handle because they are constantly waiting for the next shoe to fall. They either don't trust easily at all or they trust too easily in hopes of finding someone to rely on and love them. The emotional scars never go away they last all their lives, all the way through adulthood. Do most of them recover and live functional happy lives, yes, and that usually occurs in cases where they are shown consistency and love in their new homes. You are providing that to Quinn. Just keep doing what you are doing for her."

"I guess I can't understand how she can think that she deserved to be treated like that, that she didn't report him to a teacher. Just like I don't understand how she thinks she deserved to be raped and won't report Paul either."

Dr. Orr paused a moment, "Quinn's thoughts, her actions are not uncommon in both abused children and rape victims. Russell brainwashed Quinn from early childhood that she was a mistake and a bad child, he used your departure and then Frannie's death to reiterate these lies, to make them valid in his and Quinn's minds, he guilted her into believing him. As for not admitting that she was raped, I don't know Quinn at all so I can't say for sure why she is in denial, but I have a feeling it has to do with the circumstances, who the rapist was, and her need to not be a victim again. Subconsciously Quinn knows she's been a victim at her father's hands and she doesn't want to be a victim again."

Judy sighed, it wasn't fair, Quinn didn't deserve any of this, and she said so to Dr. Orr.

"Your right Judy, it isn't fair, but it has happened and now it is your job to help Quinn heal, and you are doing that right now, by suggesting you both go to a therapist. I can help you with your feelings and your issues and then you will be in a better place to help Quinn. Now we are out of time but next week I want to focus on you and your feelings about what has happened."

"Thank you." Judy shook Dr. Orr's hand before going out to the waiting room where she saw Quinn exiting her therapist's office, tears tracking down her cheeks, her eyes puffy with redness. Judy rushed to her daughter and hugged her tight while dropping kisses onto her head, "You're alright and I love you."

Quinn woke up from her nap to someone jumping onto the bed next to her, she was not at all in the mood to great whoever it was that thought her bed was a bounce house, after her first therapy sessions she'd collapsed on to her bed. Who knew that just talking could be so exhausting.

Quinn's eyes wandered around the room the moment she set foot in it, the wall were painted a calming warm robin's egg blue. The desk at the far end was a cool oak. Two cream colored couches faced each other in the middle of the room, and at the opposite end from the desk a corner with three beanbag chairs and some toys sat. Quinn had never been allowed to have beanbag chair growing up and she really want to try it out, but she wasn't a kid and that section was clearly for younger clients.

"We can sit there if you want, I do sometimes when I am going over my notes." Quinn glanced back at her therapist, , she was a younger woman than Quinn had been expecting, maybe in her late twenties early thirties. She had long wavy blonde hair that was let loose and came down beyond her shoulders. She wore black leggings with a red and grey patterned sweater dress, a loose fun scarf hung around her neck. "I don't think I could get up once I am down." Quinn admitted as she rubbed her ever expanding stomach. "Alright, the couches are fine too."

Quinn followed Dr. Snider over to the two couches, Quinn had expected her to sit across from her but instead Dr. Snider sat on the same couch as Quinn with her body angled towards her. Quinn sighed, what was she even supposed to say. She was really only hear because Judy thought it was a good idea and Quinn, despite what Judy had done to break her trust, really didn't want to mess this up again, she didn't want Judy to finally get sick of her and kick her out. Ugh, that was just the thinking that Judy had told her to stop, maybe that was a good place to begin.

"I…I'm afraid Judy will finally realize that I am not worth her efforts and she'll kick me out." Quinn said quickly, so quickly she didn't think her therapist would understand her, but the woman just nodded softly. "Why would you not be worth your mother's love and attention?"

Quinn shrugged, "My father, Russell, he always said I was a mistake, that I was a bad child, and that is why she left in the first place."

"What does she say?"

Quinn rubbed her hands together staring at the thin lines of blue that ran through her ivory skin like underground rivers in the frozen tundra. "That she tried to take me and Frannie from him, because she'd caught him locking me in the closet one day, but she lost the custody hearing and Russell had a restraining order put against her."

"Who do you believe?"

Quinn bit her lip as her in sides began to turn, her chest tightened with pain and anxiety. She rubbed her hands together harder and harder, enjoying the friction that it caused, a rough near painful sensation. Suddenly a gentle hand was placed over her own pausing the motion. Quinn looked up to see Dr. Snider looking at her a little smile gracing her lips. "I…I don't know." Quinn finally admitted. "I don't know who to believe. I mean I know Judy is telling the truth, its public record I looked it up the first time she told me that, but I don't know what if he was telling the truth too."

"Quinn they can't both be telling the truth." She said quietly but firmly.

"Can't they?" Quinn shouted standing up quickly, "Can't they?" she said again as she began to pace in the room. "what if Judy really only wanted to take Frannie away from him, but Frannie wouldn't let her. Frannie would have made her try to get custody of me too. Frannie actually loved me, unlike them. She would have taken me anywhere with her, she would have made sure I was safe. She was always making sure I was as safe as I could. She put the healing ointment on my back, she held the ice to me bruises, she wrapped me up in blankets when I was forced to sleep on the cold floor. Neither of them did any of that for me. Russell just punished and Judy was nowhere to be found. So why can't they both be telling the truth? I am a bad person, look at me I am sixteen and pregnant." Quinn was in near hysterics now as she turned to face Dr. Snider, she didn't know why she was unloading on this woman, maybe it was because everything had finally come to a head, she was so tired of being scared, of being lonely, of wondering what the hell was wrong with her that everyone she loved either hurt her or left her. She needed answers and Dr. Snider looked like she may have them.

"They have to both be telling the truth!" Quinn yelled, "He can't be lying because why in the world would he do what he did to me unless I deserved it. Why would he beat me, starve me, drown me, degrade me, and treat me like a slave it I didn't deserve it, if there wasn't something so wrong with me that needed fixing. And she has to be telling the truth because I want my mom back, I want her to hold me and tell me that everything will be okay and I want to believe her. I want to believe that she is never leaving me again, that no matter what I do wrong I have a home and I have a family, and that my life didn't end and die with Frannie." Quinn was heaving now her breath shallow, "But if she is right then he was wrong and then why the hell did he do all of that to me?"

Quinn crumbled to the couch and buried her face into her hands, "I'm so confused." She cried for what felt like forever only the sensation of Dr. Snider's hand on her should anchoring her to this world. When she finally calmed down she noticed that her session was nearly up. "I'm sorry." She whispered to her therapist.

"There is no need to be sorry Quinn, this is what these sessions and this room is for, for you to get out all your thoughts and feelings so that you, with my help, can wade your way through it all and figure it all out. I know you are confused right now, but I'll help you untangle it all, but I want you to look at me and really listen to me on this okay?"

Quinn nodded and gave Dr. Snider her attention, "I don't know you very well Quinn but I can tell you that no matter what you have done in your life, you did not deserve to be beaten, starved, drowned or whatever else it is that your father did to you. No one deserves that and I hope that with time I can help you at the very least see and understand that. Okay."

"Okay."

"I also want you to call me if you ever feel overwhelmed, sad, or like you need to do something to take your pain away." Dr. Snider hand her a card, "Hurting yourself, it may take the pain away for a little bit but in the end it will make everything worse."

Quinn shook her head, "I don't hurt myself."

"I'm glad to hear that, but it can start small, like rubbing your hands raw," Dr. Snider nodded to Quinn's slight red hands. "Call me if you find yourself doing that again, deal?"

"Deal."

Yes this morning had been horrible but Quinn felt a little better now, or she would if whoever it was that was bouncing on her be would stop. "Ugh stop you're going to make me barf." Quinn yelled as she rolled over to see Santana smirking at her along with Brittany. No wonder it felt like she was going to be bounced of the bed.

"Nice to see you too, Preggers."

"Satan, Brits." Quinn quipped but smiled. Santana was the snarkiest and frankly bitchest girl she'd ever met but Quinn loved her for it, Santana was an amazing friend, better than any of the friends Quinn had ever had.

"Are you home for good now Quinn, because we missed you." Britt asked her eyes full of concern, "Lord Tubbington even went on a hunger strike until we found you, of course he needs to lose a few pounds so that was probably a good thing." Quinn giggle slightly. Brittany was amazing sometimes, just as fiercely loyal as Santana but she was gentler and way more understanding.

"Yeah, I'm home for good and I am sorry for leaving." Quinn suddenly felt ashamed. As she looked at her best friends she could tell they were nearly exhausted as she was. "Thank you for looking for me, you… you didn't have to do that."

"Ugh" Santana flopped on the bed, "Sure we did. You really need to cut this, 'I'm not good enough' crap out. Your cool Q and we kinda like ya so yeah, totally 'good enough'" That was probably the closest to emotional stuff and a big "I love you" Q would ever get from Santana and it meant everything to Quinn.

"I'm trying I really am, even going to a therapist now." Quinn admitted. She'd never admit that to anyone else but she know San and Britt wouldn't tell a soul.

"Good. Now are we done with this sappy reunion because I have the whole day free and I say we get Judes to back us some of her badass cookies and we have a movie marathon."

"Yeah cookies!" Brittany clapped her hands.

"Sure I'd like that."

The three went out to the living room where Judy was having a glass of wine with Carol. Upon seeing her, Carol got up and hugged Quinn tightly "Missed you sweetheart."

"I'm sorry and thank you for helping Judy look for me."

Carol shook her head, "No apologizes needed. So what are you three up too?"

Santana smirked and turned to Judy, "We'd love some cookies Mrs. F" Judy laughed and walked towards the kitchen, "Sure Santana, but I think it's time you learned how to make these. Come on girls baking lesson."

Quinn burst out laughing at Santana's face, "Can't get everything for free." Carol poked at Santana who trudged into the kitchen though Quinn could see the smile in her eyes. Britt followed after, "Should I get Rachel?" Quinn halted, Judy and Carol turned to look at her. Quinn shut her eyes, "Not this time Britt, it's a Unholy Trio night." Quinn didn't look at Judy she didn't want to see her reaction. No she wasn't ready to deal with Rachel but she would, eventually but tonight she wanted to have fun with her two best friends.

A/N: So I know that Judy and Quinn's therapist are legally required to report suspected instances of child abuse, but I am choosing to ignore that right now as authors privileged and the fact that Quinn is no longer in that environment and out of harms way. Thank you for understanding this slight lapse in legal protocol.

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