Chapter 9
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Santana opened her eyes and reached out next to her. The bed was empty. \ Where was Rachel? She then remembered her mother walked her back to her room. Where was her mother? She looked over at the clock. There was about thirty more minutes left before it was time to get up. Maybe she could have some time with Rachel. Rachel was the only one in the family who was a morning person.
She went to use the bathroom first. As she finished and was washing her hands, curiosity got the best of her. She opened the adjoining door to Quinn's room.
She scowled in confusion and disapproval when she saw her mother asleep curled up with a sleeping Quinn like she usually did with Santana and Rachel. And they were on the floor. She frowned. This wasn't going to happen.
She went back into her room and slammed the door loudly. She shrunk back wanting to take it back. She grabbed her pillows and threw them across the room. She was breathing heavily in frustration. She needed to rein it in.
She went across the hallway to Rachel's room.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to wake her up, but the tiny girl was still tucked around the pillows as if Santana was still lying with her. She took a deep breath and crawled under the covers next to her sister.
Rachel shifted in her sleep and cracked open her eyes. "Hi, Sanny," she whispered. She scooted next to Santana and laid her arm over her.
"Hey bug," she whispered.
Santana felt herself instantly relax and sleep take over her again.
…
The door slammed shut causing Shelby to jump. She felt Quinn jump in her arms. The blond suddenly shot up. She avoided Shelby's eyes.
"Um… thanks… uh…," Quinn stood up and started toward the bathroom. "Um…. I … I need to get ready."
Shelby watched Quinn close herself in the bathroom. Sighing she walked down the hallway to Santana's room. She was the primary suspect to the door slamming. She wasn't surprised to find her pillows tossed and her bed empty. She turned and opened Rachel's bedroom door and saw her youngest curled up in Santana's arms. She sighed and decided she would talk to her later. So another day begins.
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An hour later, Puck wandered into the kitchen searching for something to eat. Rachel was on the counter trying to reach a glass. He set her on the ground and gave her the glass.
"We got you a stool for a reason, munchkin," he said as he opened the fridge.
Santana came into the kitchen as she tightened her ponytail.
"Have you seen my letterman jacket?" she asked.
"It's in the closet under the stairs," Rachel said as she poured herself some soymilk.
"Why?" Santana asked with a frown.
"Because that's where your jackets are supposed to hang," Shelby said as she entered the kitchen with Quinn behind her.
Santana turned and rested her arms on the counter and glared at Quinn. She was sporting the same uniform. She hated that they were on the same team. She hated that she was the captain, but most of all she hated that she was still in her house. And now she was taking her mother. The blonde locked eyes with her and glared back.
"Quinn," Shelby asked attempting not to see the tension she was trying to break. The blonde looked at her. "Would you like a shake or some toast?" She knew the girl didn't feel well and she wasn't saying anything. She would talk to her later about the appointment that she scheduled. The cuts looked worse this morning.
"Toast," Quinn said with a mumble not breaking her glare with Santana.
"Sleep well, princess?" Santana asked with a smirk. "Was the bed comfortable?"
She felt a hit in the arm. She looked over with frustration and Rachel was looking at her with disapproval. She rolled her eyes slightly. She was about to think about apologizing when her mother spoke.
"Santana, a word," Shelby said in a voice that meant that she meant business but also maintained the causal air.
The brunette climbed off of the stool and followed her mother into the living room. Her mother turned and looked at her. She knew that she was searching for her words and that she was frustrated. She looked at her daughter and said carefully.
"Leave Quinn alone, Santana. Do you want her to know that you still sleep with Rachel?" Santana's face fell. Shelby continued. "Then don't antagonize her for needing someone to stay with her. I know you might be jealous and –''
"I'm not," she hissed. She faltered and deflated slightly.
"Either way, Santana," Shelby said folding her arms. "If I hear that something happened at school today, don't ever expect to go to another party, another game or over to Brittany's for the rest of season. Your choice."
Shelby left her eldest daughter with her look of indignation and returned to the kitchen.
"Are you okay?" she heard Rachel ask. "You don't look very well."
Shelby looked at Quinn when she re-entered. Her face was flushed and her demeanor as a whole was rather deflated.
"Quinn," Shelby started.
She put up her hands as Santana returned to the room. "I'm fine," she said.
"Let's go," Santana said from the door as she pulled on her jacket that she grabbed from the closet. "We're going to be late for morning practice."
"Are we still having our coffee date?" Rachel asked Shelby as they all were ushered out to the Range Rover.
"I'm going to have coffee, you can have decaf tea," her mother corrected as Rachel climbed into the back.
….
Quinn shoved her things into her locker. She had been able to avoid Shelby for most of the morning at the Corcorans. The woman drove them all to McKinley for the early morning practice. Rachel was able to go out and grab coffee and a bagel with her mother before school instead of hanging out at the school. Quinn was simply eager to escape. She didn't want to be a part of it at all.
"Hey," a voice greeted interrupting her thoughts.
She looked up and Brittany was standing next to her locker. She expected Santana to be there to, but she couldn't see her. She had just seen her when they climbed out of Shelby's Range Rover. She didn't want to deal with Santana quite yet. She had been too mortified by her childish behavior the previous evening. Although a realistic voice in the back of her head told her that Shelby wouldn't tell. She had a paranoid feeling that Santana knew anyway.
"Earth to Quinn," Brittany said again.
"Where's Santana?" Quinn asked slamming her locker and heading toward the locker room.
She felt a hand on her arm pulling her back.
"Hey, don't do that," Brittany said. "You're my friend too, Quinn."
"Sorry," she mumbled. "I'm just …." She looked around her at the empty hallway. "I'm just tired."
Brittany nodded. "You and I need to hang out. Maybe like we used to?"
"I'm grounded." Quinn shook her head. "Name the last time we've hung out."
"Well, I can't, so that's why we should," the other blonde said in a matter of fact voice. "You're my friend, Q. And I'm here for you. At least to distract you." She sighed. "I know Santana can be a little much and you two don't get along very well, but just give her a chance."
"I'm not giving her chances," Quinn said carefully and quietly. "I'm just going to survive living with them."
She began to storm away from Brittany.
Brittany sighed. "If you need a break, you can come and sleepover at my house."
She stopped in mid stride. She slowly turned back around and looked at her friend that she spent most of her childhood hiding secrets from.
"What would Santana do? Aren't you guys a thing? Wouldn't she be jealous?" Quinn asked with trepidation.
"Why would she be mad?" the other blonde asked. "We're friends."
"Don't pull that with me. You're more than that and the entire school knows."
Quinn was trying to pick a fight with her. She was being aggressive and trying to make a point. She wasn't going to be someone's sympathy game.
"Quinn," Brittany said stepping closer to her. "You're not this mean person. I know you pretend to be, but you're not, so stop." She sighed. "Listen, I know that… Before when you were in trouble and I'm still here for you…."
Her gaze shot up. "I'm not in that kind of trouble." She gave a heavy sigh and closed her locker. "I'm tired, Britt. Please, just leave me alone." She saw Brittany's hurt look. "Come on," she said with a forced smile. "We have a practice to run."
…
Kurt spotted Rachel getting ready for class. She had a to-go cup of tea in her hand.
"Rachel!" he called out to her.
She smiled and reached into her locker. "I brought one for you. Ginger-mint." She held out a hot to-go cup of tea to the boy.
He nodded and smiled.
"Don't think this means that I forgive you for ditching me without notice yesterday," Kurt said with a tilt of his head.
"What?" she asked confused.
She was rummaging through things in her locker and she stopped at the accusation. He looked at her in disbelief.
"Rachel, I can't believe you didn't come to the lesson yesterday."
Rachel rolled her eyes. Was that really what he was upset about? She returned to her locker. She couldn't get Quinn off her mind. She looked so sick. "I'm sorry, I was sick."
"Mr. Schuester couldn't stop asking about you." Kurt took a sip of his tea and rolled his eyes.
"What do you mean?" Rachel asked as they walked down the hallway.
"Well, not all of us come from Broadway legends. He couldn't stop referencing your technique which of course, genetically is your mother's technique and how I need emulate it," Kurt said with an air.
"I'm sorry," she said with a shrug, unsure if an apology was what was needed.
"I don't know if I want to be a part of a Corcoran fan club. I just want voice lessons," he said with a sigh.
She put her hand on his arm. "And we'll get them. Come on it can't be that bad."
He raised his eyebrows. "It was bad," he said. "Trust me."
"Well, we'll go today. It won't be bad today."
They stopped at his locker. As he gathered his books he noticed the tiny brunette was silent.
"It's not that big of a deal," he said as he attempted to recover from his attitude before. "I'm sorry."
"It's not that," she said as she chewed her lip. "I need to tell you a secret."
She shook her head with a smile as he immediately perked up.
"Yeah?"
…
Santana slammed her Cheerios locker shut. She wasn't going to admit it but Quinn ran a decent practice. She glared over at her. And she was looking worse by the second. She shook her head. She wasn't going to think about that.
"Hey."
She grinned. "Hey, Brit."
"That wasn't that bad," Brittany said as they walked out of the locker room.
Santana nodded and followed the blonde, leaving her worries about Quinn Fabray behind.
"So Quinn," Brittany began. Santana deflated, or at least she thought she was leaving her behind.
"What about her?" she asked heavily.
"She alright?" Brittany asked.
"I really don't want to talk about her, Britts," Santana said as she opened her locker. She met Brittany's gaze. It was curious and wanting. "She's alright. Why do you want to know anyway?"
"Because I'm worried about her," Brittany said. She saw Santana's frustration. "I worry about you too."
Santana frowned. "Why?"
"Because I care about you," Brittany said with a smile.
Santana dropped her books in her arms. "What?" she asked and she started to collect them.
She didn't read Brittany's look because she quickly collected her books.
"You're my best friend and …. Yeah," the blonde smiled.
Santana gave a nervous smile. "Yeah."
"You're a good friend, San, and a good sister, but you seem to only let one friend see that," Brittany said nudging her shoulder. "Quinn isn't all bad."
"She's pretty bad though," she said with a sigh. "I'm sharing a bathroom with her. She's taking my mom."
Brittany arched her eyebrow at her. "Taking your mom?"
"Never mind," she said. "I just….I'm having a hard time getting used to it."
Brittany put her hand on Santana's, causing the brunette to get a warm chill run through her.
"I know. And we'll get through it," Brittany said. Santana smiled. "We're all friends' right?"
Santana let her smile fade. Yeah, she thought. Friends.
….
Quinn sighed. Practice was over. Now she just needed to hide. She just needed to …. She rounded the corner and she immediately frowned. She didn't want to hide. Or, she reconsidered, throw something at someone. The person she spotted when she rounded the corner made her want to throw something.
"Finn," she said with a sigh.
"What's your deal?" he asked leaned aggressively up against the locker next to hers.
She opened her locker and rolled her eyes. "What are you talking about?"
"I saw you this morning," he said with a sneer.
She rolled her eyes again and wondered what she ever saw in him. Oh right, he was the quarterback. Popular by association.
She grabbed her books and slammed her locker shut.
"Saw me what, Finn? Running my practice?"
"No!" He said throwing his hands in the air. "Getting out of Puck's Range Rover."
She thought back to the morning. She had ridden shotgun and Puck was behind the driver's seat. It probably looked like he was driving, or at least to an idiot like Finn. She rethought, especially to an idiot like Finn, because Shelby drove off after that. She sighed. She wasn't going to deal with this.
"It's none of your business, Finn, especially not anymore," she said walking past him.
"Hey," he said chasing after her. "It is my business."
"It's really not, Finn," she said turning to face him. "Get over it."
She started to walk away from him.
"Just because you're a whore, doesn't mean that you were any less my girlfriend," he called out to her.
She stopped mid-step and turned to face him.
"Just because you are the weakest man I know, doesn't mean that you ever were or ever will be anyone that I'll care about," she sneered. "Leave me alone, Finn."
She continued down the hallway with dignity and stoic grace until she heard him storm in the other direction and she turned the corner. She wasn't going to lose her cool, even though it felt like she had lost everything else.
…..
Santana watched Quinn and Finn fight from the far end of the hallway. She didn't care. She didn't. She didn't care.
"Miss Corcoran?" she heard someone call behind her. She turned and then immediately frowned. She attempted to recover.
"Mr. Schuester," she said tilting her head.
"I know you're uncomfortable with me hanging out with your little sister," he said casually.
She squinted her eyes and nodded her head up. Crossing her hands over her books in her chest she said, "I really don't think you do."
He put his hands up in surrender. "You're right," he said. "I'm sorry. I really don't know what you have all been through."
The way that he said that didn't make Santana feel any better. While he said it was a casually, she heard it as a threat. She continued to stare at him. She heard Rachel in her head begging for her to trust her. She sighed.
"Well, my sister likes you, so don't you dare mess with her," Santana said fiercely. She made an effort to calm down when she realized she was threatening a teacher. Oops.
"I know you're all overprotective, I mean, protective of her," he said. "Why don't you come to rehearsal? I know you don't have Cheerios this afternoon." He saw her accusatory look. "Sue announced it in teacher's lounge. Everyone has to know what you Cheerios are up to. Stop by. You're always welcome." He sighed. "Though, I know Rachel wants to feel more independent, but if it eases your anxiety stop by."
He started to walk away. Her mouth was open in disgust. What had just happened. She frowned.
"I'll be there," she finally said.
He turned around and continued to walk backwards. He smiled. "Can't wait!"
…
Puck was leaning against a locker grinning at a junior girl. They were talking casually about something and he was thinking about kissing her. And then he heard it.
"—Whore, doesn't mean that you were any less my girlfriend."
He looked up with a frown. The girl he was still talking to, or more specifically was still talking to him, continued to stroke his arm. However, he wasn't focused on that. He watched as Quinn turned the corner. He looked down at the girl and stroked her cheek.
"Call me," she said handing him her number.
"Sure," he said with a smile. "Gotta go."
He hardened his look as he followed Finn down the hallway.
"Hey, man, what was that about?" he asked.
"Dude, listen, you get a lot of ass in this school, but I would think you would go after someone less loose than Fabray," Finn spat.
"I'm warning you, buddy," Puck said curling his fists. Quinn and he might have a very confusing relationship, but no one called her that. No one said those things.
Finn shook his head and sighed. "Oh my god! You are sleeping with her!"
"I'm not," he said calmly.
"Oh, give me a break Puck. You're the biggest man whore I know and she's –''
Finn never finished his sentence. Puck slammed his fist into the side of his face. "I warned you," he said shaking off his fist.
Finn slammed with force against the lockers.
"Jesus, Corcoran," he screamed. "You and your slut sister and your slut girlfriend think –''
The hallway echoed with the slams of Pucks fists against Finn's face. After two punches to each side and Finn screaming in agony, Puck stopped. He stood up.
"Don't talk about them like that," he said. "It's rude."
"Corcoran!" Principal Figgins yelled. "Hudson-Hummel! My office! Now!"
….
After second period, Quinn could barely keep her eyes open. Her body ached. She was hot and she was cold. Wasn't menopause supposed to hit later? She pushed open the door to the locker room. She had a free period and then it was lunch. She just needed to sleep. She spotted a wooden bench in the back of the locker room and she relaxed. Finally, she thought to herself. Quiet.
Her body was aching. She would just sleep here until fifth period and then she would be golden. She needed to be in a place where people weren't trying to rule her life. She just needed to escape. She laid on her stomach on the wooden bench. She just needed to escape, she thought once more as her eyes closed.
…
"So he hit a fellow student?" Shelby asked gaping at her son. She couldn't believe that they were in the principal's office again.
"Not only a fellow student, Mrs. Corcoran, a teammate," Principle Figgins said with disapproval. "Your son is supposed to be leading our team to victory not beating up his fellow team members."
"Noah, what caused this?" Shelby asked watched her son stare angrily at the ground.
He didn't look up for a few beats. Finally, he did. Shelby saw something in his eyes and she wasn't sure how she felt about it being there.
"He called Quinn a whore and slut. And then he called Santana a slut," the boy said icily. "I don't really love having Quinn in the house, but no one should be called that."
Shelby watched her son for a few more moments before looking back at the principal. "It sounds like he was standing up for his sister and Quinn. I am eager to hear how you plan on punishing him for defending the honor of these two girls."
Principal Figgins sighed. He could never seem to win with this woman, because she had an annoying tendency of being right.
"We do not allow violence, Mrs. Corcoran," he began.
"I understand that, but are you allowing the disgrace of other women?"
The conversation continued in circle and ended with Noah only being forced to serve extra detentions at a later date. However, Shelby assured Figgins that Noah wouldn't start his detentions that week. Figgins didn't really have much choice in the matter. Other than that Noah had to be suspended per the district rules against violence. However, his suspension, thanks again to Shelby's hot, fiery words would only last the remainder of the school day.
"So, are you going to tell me what happened?" Shelby asked as they walked out to the Range Rover.
"He was being a dick," Puck shrugged. "So, I shut him up."
"Noah, I really disapprove of violence," she said as they climbed in the car. "You know that, but I'm glad you stuck up for Quinn."
"And San," Noah corrected. "I mean…. Quinn's …. I don't know if we're friends but I respect her. She's practically my sister now, and I'm not going to put up with Finn's crap. I hate the way he treats girls. It's just…. It's crap."
"Very descriptive dear," Shelby said with a sigh. "If there's another incident like this, Noah, I'll have to ground you. Your birthday's coming up next week. I would rather it not be one that you have to experience grounded."
"I know, Mom. I'm sorry," he said looking out the window. "It sucks you know?"
"What does?" Shelby asked.
"That I can fight back now," he said quietly.
She gave a heavy sigh. "I know," she whispered. "I know."
….
"Hey."
Quinn jumped awake. She yelped when she saw the clock on the wall. It was 2:45pm. She had slept through the rest of the school day.
"Oh my god!" she said scrambling to her feet. ''
"Calm yourself, Fabray," Sue Sylvester said from behind her. "I covered for you. Your teachers thought you were meeting with me."
"Why did you do that?" Quinn asked still flustered. She shakily re-did her ponytail.
She was not feeling better. Not at all.
"Because you're my captain," Sue said. Her gaze softened. "You need to rest, Quinn. You look like death."
"Well, I feel like it," she spat back. "I'm sorry."
"Don't sweat it," Sue said. She shrugged. "Next time you decide to camp out in the locker room. Let me know. Make sure to bleach down that bench. I could hear you snoring from my office."
Sue disappeared into her office. Quinn sighed. What was this day?
…
Kurt and Rachel walked up the hill to the high school. Rachel watched her best friend careful. He had the same face on since she had told him.
"What are you thinking?" she asked finally.
"First of all, where did you get all of those tootsie pops?" he asked with a sly grin.
Rachel laughed. "My mom bought them for me to give to the class…. I guess I didn't use them wisely," she smiled. It faded. "Do you think Miss Jenkins will call her? About what I did I mean."
Kurt tilted his head. "Probably. Are you going to be in trouble? Will you be able to come to voice?"
"Calm down," Rachel said. "I'll let you know."
Silence fell on them again.
"So…." Kurt finally began. "Quinn's living with you."
"Yeah," she nodded.
"But you can't tell me why?" he asked.
"Nope," she said as they entered the school.
"But the secret was that she's living with you?"
"Yup," Rachel said. "What's your point?"
"I don't know," he muttered. "I'm still thinking about it."
"Hi, Mr. Schuester," Rachel smiled as they entered the choir room. She frowned when she saw Santana at the doorway. "What are you doing here?"
"Watchin'," Santana said casually.
"Why?" Rachel frowned.
"Because I can," Santana said back.
"Let's get started, shall we?" Kurt asked trying to break the tension as he clapped his hands together.
Most of rehearsal was hellish. Rachel kept looking at Santana with annoyance. Santana kept stiffening every time Mr. Will Schuester smiled or congratulated Rachel. She swore that he caught her look each time and was only congratulating Kurt for that reason, but she wasn't sure. She sighed. It was all just exhausting. Rachel's heart fell when Quinn wandered into the room. She didn't need more of an audience. Mr. Schuester must think so little of her, she thought.
Barely halfway through, Santana announced that they were leaving.
"Our mom's outside," she practically hissed at Mr. Schuester, much to Rachel's embarrassment.
"Santana!" Rachel said mortified.
"Sorry," Santana sneered at the teacher as she led Rachel out the door. Quinn followed quietly. Kurt ran after her.
"Rachel?" Kurt asked. He looked at her with confusion.
"We can give you a ride home, Kurt," Rachel said, jabbing Santana in the ribs when she started to hear a protest.
Santana looked over at Quinn as Rachel pulled on her backpack. "Do you have the plague or something?"
"Kurt, you ready?" a new voice asked.
The girls turned and scowled at Finn. Santana's face relaxed and she raised her eyebrows with a smirk.
"What happened to your face?" Santana asked. "I mean other than the obvious."
"Shut up, Satan!" Finn hissed.
"Don't talk to my sister like that!" Rachel barked walking toward the giant.
"Hey now," Santana said as she halted the tiny brunette by grabbing her backpack. "Let me worry about, piss-pants limp dick."
"Let's just go," Quinn muttered as she brushed past Finn ignoring his sneer.
The three of them walked silently down the hallway.
"Rachel, I don't know about this show choir stuff. You don't want to be a super-freak," Santana said as she lead her down the hallway. "I know you love music, but you need to find a more …. Socially responsible activity."
Rachel looked up at her sister and then over at Quinn. The blonde shrugged. "Like what?"
They all neared the car. Shelby climbed out of the driver's seat when she spotted them. Puck got out of the front seat and leaned against the car.
"Rachel!" Shelby said walking up to the girls with giant strides. "I just got a message from your teacher."
The youngest Corcoran grimaced. "Yes?" she asked attempted not to cower.
"So you did it?" Shelby asked with a mixture of disbelief and shock.
Rachel nodded and looked at the ground.
"Why?" Shelby asked ignoring the confused looks of the rest of the children.
The tiny brunette shrugged. "She was rather rude and terribly mean to me."
"Who was?" Santana asked with a frown.
"Jeanie Marks," Rachel said.
"That does not merit what you did, Rachel. Your behavior was very inappropriate and scarily thought out and executed," Shelby said with a shake of her head.
"What did you do?" Puck asked in interest. He seemed to radiate with pride already.
The three old siblings looked at her with interest.
Rachel looked at her feet. "Well,…. Like I said she was mean…. And …. She told me that I …. Looked like a munchkin from the lollipop guild….. so I ….. licked twenty-three tootsie pops, one for every classmate of mine…. And ….. stuck them in her backpack….. It was somewhat of a sticky mess…"
Quinn snorted in order to contain her laugh. Santana didn't even try to. Puck looked at his sister with pride.
"Do not laugh," Shelby said trying to conceal her own smirk. "That was a bad move, Rach. You're grounded for a week."
Santana watched with amusement as Rachel gave a satisfied smile. "You're not supposed to want to be grounded," she whispered in her ear."
"I don't like doing my homework alone," Rachel whispered back with a smile.
…
Quinn sat quickly on the exam table. When Shelby told her that they all had to go back to the doctors, she had not been happy. Santana has especially not been happy when they were told they had to wait at yet another doctor's office. They were all waiting outside her door. Quinn saw the doctor speaking quietly to Shelby. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.
Finally they turned to look at her.
"The infection got worse, Quinn," the doctor told her.
"Great," Quinn sighed. "Is that why I feel like death?"
The doctor gave a slight grin. "Yes," she continued more solemnly. "We're going to treat it but we're going to have to do a simple surgery. We can get you in later tonight and –''
"No way," she barked. "I'm not doing that."
"You don't really have a choice, Quinn," Shelby said nearing the girl.
"This is ridiculous! Just give me some medicine and be done with it," Quinn said rather frantically.
"I'm afraid it's not that easy. Your skin has grown over the infection. We need to me more aggressive. We need to remove it and then give you some strong antibiotics through an IV." The doctor looked at her casually.
"No, I'm not doing this," she muttered.
Shelby exchanged looks with the doctor. "I'll write out what needs to be done."
Quinn watched as the doctor left the room.
"I haven't been to the doctors this much in my life," Quinn said with a sigh as Shelby helped her get dressed.
"Well it's the first time for everything," Shelby said leading her out to the hallway.
This really isn't the best chapter. I was going to end it differently but this seemed like a better place.