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Falling Into History	By : cris2747 Category: G through L > Glee Views: 14517 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter One: Summer Nights
Rachel Berry did not have a good summer it started off pleasant enough though. She spent time with her boyfriend Finn thinking that finally they were on the same page. As it turns out they were reading two different novels. She practiced daily trying to find the perfect song selections for her next solo in Glee. Because even though those narrow-minded imbeciles barely tolerate her they cannot and will not deny her incredible talent. Yes admittedly she tends to be a tad over bearing at times and tends to speak her mind. Okay yes maybe a little too harshly sometimes but it was just because she only wanted the best for her fellow Glee Clubbers. She didn't mean to be off putting it was a nervous tic along with her endless rambles.
So when Rachel Berry pulls into the McKinley High parking lot on the first day of her senior year after a disastrous summer she tried to keep her expectations low. Finn dim witted Finn promised that this was their year. They would get it right. But no he fucked it all up within the first week. Rachel leans her head against the steering wheel remembering the night when it all went wrong.

Flashback
Finn Hudson nervously knocked on the door. He had one arm hidden behind his back clinching a single flower. He had his signature big goofy grin plastered on his face.
Rachel opens door greets him with a warm happy smile and says, "Hello, Finn please come in. My fathers are away at the moment, but they approve of you being here while they're away. I'm not sure of what activities you have planned for this date so I decided that casual dress would be appropriate. "She pauses for a breath.
Rachel fidgets nervously at her simple jeans and "Wicked" t-shirt and gestures for the tall boy to come in the house. Finn laughs softly as he walks in the house and replies, "No its fine," as gestures to his own simple black t-shirt and jeans. "I haven't really decided on anything yet. I wanted to wait and see what you wanted to do. But I got something for you close your eyes," Rachel walks few steps backwards as Finn shuts the door with his foot.
Rachel giggles and complies. "You didn't have to get me anything you being here is enough. I'm happy we decided to give this relationship another try. I believe with honestly and communication we will get it right this time around." Rachel stops abruptly blushing slightly. "Sorry Finn I'm trying to work on my long winded rambles. I know it tends to get annoying," eyes still firmly shut.
Finn laughs slightly mockingly, "I don't think you help it Rach. Rambling is like breathing to you." Rachel feels somewhat hurt at the statement and blushes more profusely. Finn moves his arm from behind his back "Ok open your eyes, Rach," and he holds a single white orchid.
Rachel eyes flutter open and gasp softly. "It's beautiful Finn."
Finn smiles bashfully, "I was looking with Kurt on line it means love, beauty and refinement and I thought that it, you know like fits you."
Rachel smiles her megawatt smile and takes the flower, "it's lovely Finn, thank you." She walks to the kitchen looking back over her shoulder, "I'm just going to put this in water." As she does that they discuss where are they are going for this evenings activities. As it were they decide to stay in and order from Thai restaurant since it's the only restaurant that delivers vegan food. As they wait for the food to be delivered they discuss they upcoming school year. Hoping to take Glee all the way to nationals again the tiny diva starts to plan out which songs best showcases their vocal talent for duets and solos.
When the food arrives 30 minutes later Finn and Rachel settle down on the couch to watch Funny Girl for umpteenth time. Finn and Rachel cuddle after finishing their meal. Rachel mouthing along with the movie Finn leans over and kisses Rachel softly. She responds tentatively placing her hands on his chest. Finn starts to kiss her more firmly. Finn's tongue lightly licks her lips begging for entry she grants permission. His tongue moves more firmly against hers stroking the hot caverns of her mouth as left hand grabs the back of neck. He drops right to rest on her waist. He's got better at kissing before he slobbered all over me Rachel thinks idly rubbing his chest lightly. Finn feeling bolder now moves his hand under her shirt. Finn's big sweaty hand inch upward towards her breast. He started to lightly palm her breast over bra.
She stiffens at the touch and firmly grasps his wrist and pulls it back down to her waist. Finn not wanting to be denied tries it again. Rachel pulls away from his lips says, "Finn stop please you're moving too fast."
Finn starts to whine "But Rachel I love you and you love me." as he tries to move in for another kiss. Rachel turns her head away and Finn huffs in annoyance.
The brunette pulls her shirt down, "Yes I do love you but Finn I'm just not ready for that step yet" says pleadingly.
Finn was starting to get annoyed now, "But why, Rach? We belong together. We've dated for almost two years. And I'm ready. Is it about Santana? Cuz that was a mistake it shouldn't have happened. I should have waited for you." The tall boy reaching down to adjust his harden member.
The blushing diva looks away, "I understand Finn I do, but I stand firmly with my decision on waiting until I'm 25. It has nothing to do with Santana I assure you."
"Come Rach," he whined, "I waited long enough. I've been patient I don't see why we can't..."
Rachel cutting in waspishly, "No, Finn! I'm just not ready. Please try and respect this. Please try and understand that this does not reflect my feels for you."
"You know it does," he yells. " it reflects on like, everything! Do you know how much crap I take because of you…?"
She gasps loudly, "Because of me?"
"Yes, you Rachel," he sneers. "With you stupid clothes. Your stupid loud opinions. The football players tease me. They say that I'm gay for being in glee," he says getting louder and his face getting redder. "Well I don't understand why you have to make such a big deal. God Rach its just sex!"
Feeling slightly dumbfounded, "It's a very big deal Finn. A decision that's not to be taken lightly. Because, it's supposed to be special. It's supposed to be given to someone you love when your both ready."
Finn laughs mockingly, "You said you love me! Grow up Rach and stop living in a damn fantasy land not everything has to be perfect. This isn't one of your crappy movies."
She shouts getting up from the couch, "I know this isn't a movie. I know not everything's perfect Finn! But not everyone just gives away their virginity to the school bicycle," she sneers.
"And not everyone is such a frigid prude like you!" he yells.
"Finn Hudson you take that back immediately or you can leave this instant!" her voice wavering slightly.
"No Rach! I'm tired of being the fucking butt of jokes at school," he yells louder getting up from the couch as well. "Poor little Finn, he has an early arrival problem! He can't get it up! He can't even get into the schools biggest loser's pants," His face getting redder spit flying everywhere.
Rachel finally had enough shouts back, "I have nothing to do with those Neanderthals say. Maybe if you act more like a man then a little boy and grow a fucking back bone to defend yourself. Then maybe you won't be a big fucking joke!"
"No!" he points finger and shouts, "I'm not the damn problem here you are."
She scoffs loudly," And how I'm I the problem Finn Hudson?" She crosses arm tears forming in her big doe eyes.
The big jock seethingly replies, "Maybe its cuz you're just a fucking dyke." The heart broken diva draws in a pained breath as he continues, "Yeah. Maybe growing with faggots as parents I don't know warped your mind or something. It made you think it was okay to be a cock tease." A loud resounding slap echoes throughout the house snapping Finn's head to the side.
Drawing in painful breaths she wills herself not to cry, "How dare you say such things about my father's! You can leave right now," cradling her aching hand.
"Fine but don't come crawling back to me cuz I don't want you anymore." Finn says gathering his things. "I can find someone better and willing to sleep with me."
"I do not know why I wasted almost my whole high school career on you! You sir, you are a pathetic excuse for a man." She slaps him again harder with a tear falling down her pained face.
Clutching his now bruised face, "I might be pathetic but at least I'm popular, and people like me unlike you. When the only reason we put up with you in glee is for your voice. And the only reason you weren't slushed was cuz of me. But guess what?" he sneers, "It's back to the bottom for you."
"Just leave Finn you said enough," she replies weakly not wanting to completely break down in front of a stranger of the boy she once loved with her whole heart.
Finn says with a parting blow, "I can't believe I left Quinn for you again. At least she's pretty and popular and not so fucking annoying."
"I can't believe I was stupid enough to take you back! I can't believe I thought you were special! I can't believe I thought you would amount to any! You'll always be a Lima Loser Finn Hudson!" she shouts.
"And you'll never be good enough for Broadway. No one's going to want an ugly bitch like you!" he shouts as he slams door closed behind him.
Rachel falls into a heap on the couch sobbing brokenly as her heart completely shatters. Later she drags herself to bed pulls the covers over her and continues to cry over the boy who broke her.

Flashback ends
Rachel sighs as she pulls in a deep breath and that's how her summer went. Her fathers called later that weekend stating that they would not be back on the date they originally planned. Since the case they were working was beginning to get complicated they needed to extend they're stay. Maybe for another possible three months she wished they would've invited her to come to Seattle instead. Her fathers are lawyers and they didn't have time for her.
Not for the first time she begins to wonder why that even had her. During her sophomore year they opened up another practice. It was only supposed to be part-time. They were supposed to alternate weeks so Rachel wouldn't be left alone. But this big case fell into laps and they started spending less and less time at home and more time in Seattle. She knows after graduation they plan on selling the house and moving there permanently. She almost wishes they would move now. She wishes they could just leave and start over. Start over away from McKinley and away from Finn. Away from any reminder of her failures.
Rachel checks herself in the rear view mirror making sure her eyes weren't red she gets out of her blue Ford Fusion plastering her show smile she walks through the doors. But before she could even get to her locker she's met with an ice cold bitch slap. Gasping her eyes start to sting when she didn't even have time to close her eyes. She wipes her eyes clean as best as she could. She hears laughter ringing throughout the hallway.
Finally clearing her eyes she sees Azimio and he snickers at, "Finn says hi!"
Karofsky hi fives him and sneers, "At least he grew some balls and dumped you fugly ass." With that more laughter sounds as they walk away.
She struggles to hold back her tears. She pulls her bags closer thankful that she brought a change of clothes. Rachel tucks her chin to her chest to keep the masses from seeing her tears and walks to the nearest bathroom to clean up. Yes she thinks to herself yes this year is going to suck as she pushes the bathroom door open.

Santana Lopez sits underneath the bleachers. She stares at the smoke exhaling from her mouth. She takes another drag of her cigarrete. She debates with herself on whether or not to go in and start her senior year. Thinks idly maybe Mami and Papi will pull me out and transfer me to that fancy prep school. Fuck, I don't think I can make it one more fucking year in this shitty school. Fuck that. I'm Santana Fucking Lopez I gots this shit. No one makes me run. Stubbing out her cigarette she gathers herself to walk into her first day back to hell.
The fiery Latina walks through the doors with her trademark HBIC smirk firmly in place. She catches the tail end of Rachel Fucking Berry's slushy facial. Oddly enough instead of laughing along with the rest of the losers she feels concern for the tiny diva. Damn Finn Hudson must really have it in for the hobbit. Maybe she grew some balls and tossed his candy ass to the curb. Shaking the concern out of her head she walks swiftly towards her locker.
"SANNY!" she hears behind her from someone she didn't want run into this soon.
"Fuck," Santana whispers as she feels arm circle around. She inhales sharply smelling Brittany's citrus scent. She shakes loses her the other girls death grip. "Hey B, how are you?"
"I'm good Sanny! Did you wanna get somewhere sweet lady kisses before homeroom?" Brittany ask sweetly.
Swallowing over the lump in her throat, "No we talked about this remember? No more lady kisses between us. "
Britt pouts adorably, "But why S? I missed you."
Shuddering Santana says painfully, "I-I uh I can't do this right now." She starts walking swiftly toward the bathroom. She slams the door open and quickly shuts herself the closest stall leans heavily on the wall.

Flashback
Santana Lopez was in heaven. This has been the best fucking summer ever. Not only did she come out in New York during Nationals, she finally got the girl. Suck on that Tron, she thinks with a smirk. In two more weeks she gets to walk in to McKinley High with the girl of her dreams and be boss. Knocking once sharply the Latina juggles the packages in her hands, she opened the front door to the Pierce's home.
She calls out softly, "Babe? B? Where are you?" as she kicks the door shut.
"In my room San," she hears faintly.
Smirking lightly Santana makes her way to the blonde beauties room. She hears soft music playing as she makes her way to the room. Once inside Brittany squeals excitedly and jumps into her girlfriends arms. She laughs softly as long limbs wrap around her.
"Hey B," still laughing, "I have my hands full with takeout so can't hold onto you. Give me a minute to put this shit down."
"Wow S you look totes yummy," she replies as she unwinds herself from the beautiful brunette's body. She takes in her tight fitting royal blue tee and equally tight skinny jeans with ankle high heeled boots.
Santana husks out, "Y- y-y-you look delish yourself B. I totes say we skip dinner and go straight to dessert." Wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as she finally taking in what the innocent blonde was wearing. She had on the tightest powder pink tank top and shortest white shorts known to man. Her thoughts straying lustfully to the images of endless long shapely legs wrapped around her head as she eats her tasty treats.
Britt smiles flirting says, "Food first. Sexy times later. I totes forgot to eat today."
"B…" she chides softly.
"I know but I totes got distracted with feeding the duckies with Artie at our pond," she says innocently.
Santana stiffens slightly at Tron's names but relaxes after scolding herself, B loves me she chose not that autobot.
"Here let me take the food and put them desk," Brittany has coyly.
Santana thoughts once again turn to the gutter when she glances down to the firm backside. She groans lightly when she sees that her cheeks are practically hanging out her sinful shorts. She groans louder when she realizes the not so innocent blonde went commando.
Britt giggles and winks over her shoulder. The couple gather pillows from the bed and lay them on the floor. Santana unzips her boots as they cuddles on the floor on top of pillows. They lovingly feed each other. Santana cooing softly leans forward to stealing more sweet kisses.
When they're almost finished Santana asks, "Did you get your grades back yet?" Santana was not able to spend as much time as she wanted with Britt this summer. Since the bubbly blonde had to take summer courses if she wanted to graduate with her class this year. Santana not wanting to leave her best friend and girlfriend behind she convinced her of this. She had to swallow a bitter pill knowing that Wheels was the best tutor available. Although not really liking the time the duo spent together she knew it was for the best. She very unwilling had to accepted this. She knows that once this year was over the pair would jump into her shiny black Mercedes Benz making Lima choke on their dust as they speed away into the sunset.
"Not yet but Artie thinks I passed. He said I did real good on his pretend test," Britt smiling brightly.
Santana kisses her lips lovingly says, "I have a smart girlfriend."
"Yep!" She chirps. "Did you have a good time with your Tia Jovita last week? I really missed our sweet lady kisses."
"Yes I did. We spent most of the time looking for possible apartment next year close to NYU and Juilliard." She informs her girl as they gather empty plates.
"You're so good to me. But we have to make sure it like has ramps and stuff." Britt says casually.
Feeling a little confused ask, "Why?"
Britt giggles adorably, "Cuz silly, how else will Artie get into the apartment?"
San still confused asks, "Why would Artie need to get into our apartment?"
Britt leaning over kisses her nose lightly, "Silly duck. Cuz he'll be living with us that's why."
"Why the hell would McCripple pants be living with us B?" Santana starting to get angry, whisper yells.
"Duh! Cuz he's my boyfriend and I totes want him there with us," Brittany replies her face looking confused at the Latina’s anger.
Santana starts wheezing painfully, "What? B- b-b-but I thought you were with me!"
"Duh, Sanny I'm with both of you," the blonde says growing even more confused.
San slowly gets up from the floor and wraps an arm around her cramping stomach, "You can't be with both of us B."
"Why not? I love you and I love Artie too. I really missed him and I love him like I loved you. So I thought why can't I have you both? So I did," she smiles blithely as she gets up from her position on the floor.
"Because it's not right! You've been cheating on me! And you lied when you said you weren't hooking up with Tron," Santana cries as the tears well up in her eyes.
"No I didn't San cheat. It can't be cheating when he's my boyfriend. And besides Artie looked it up online three people can totes be together. It's called polyamorous."
"You mean polygamy," she says in dull voice.
"No polyamorous San. It's like when everyone loves and sleeps with each. But polygamy means one dude has a bunch of wives but no sexy together. I'm not stupid you know," Brittany pouts feeling wounded.
"I don't love Wheels. I love you!" Santana bellows out.
"But you can if you try. This would totes work if you let it," the bubbly blonde coos trying to sooth her girlfriend.
"I don't want to try! I don't like fucking guys, B! I'm a lesbian. A lesbian not bi." She starts to feel a pain in her chest. Oh my god she's fucking breaking my heart she thinks with a loud whimper.
Britt says patiently as if talking to a small child, "You can and you will if you want to keep me Sanny."
"No. No. No" she chants tugging on her hair. "You have to choose me or him. You can't have both of us."
Britt frowns even more confused, "But Sanny I can't choose. It would be fair to Artie."
"What about what's fair to me? After everything I did for you! After everything you put me through. I stood up and came out to all our friends, my family and said I was gay because you said it was the only way you'd be with me. I lost my grandmother to be with you," Santana pants, pointing her finger.
"I know Sanny and I'm so like proud of you. But why can't you see we could be like one big rainbow family and," she scoffs, “it’s not like you never slept with guys before. Remember how like made out in front of people at parties and stuff."
"I understand that but," she starts.
But Britt interrupts, "it could be like that but only with Artie this time. And not any other grody guy stepping in."
"No B! It'll never work because I don't want to share you! Not with anyone, especially with that cripple dick."
"San," she reproaches. "He's dicks not crippled. It works fine. I totes rode it this morning," she giggles. Santana painfully inhales as she listens to her first love, "I was like all lonely and horny after our hot phone call last night. I needed to scratch an itch since your parents wouldn't let you come over until tonight so I went to Artie."
"No, no this can't be happening," tears fighting to flow free. Brittany moves to pull the shorter girl into her arms. "No don't touch me."
Brittany feels hurts "Sanny..."
"No B you can't have both of you have to choose now," she shouts.
Britt starts whimpering pitifully, "But I told you I can't."
San having heard enough she slips her boots back and starts gathering her purse and keys. She turns for the last and faces the girl that broke her, "Then I'll choose. I can't be with you while you're with him." she says staring into those pained filled ocean blue eyes.
"Don't leave me San. We can work it out I promise. Please give us a chance. Please give Artie a chance. You'll learn to love him I swear," As Brittany starts to cry.
Santana closes eyes and draws in a pained breath, "No B I'll never love him. I'm done. I'm completely done with you." She sprints out of the room leaving a shocked blonde in her wake. She runs out the house to her car. With her shaking hands open the car door throws her purse in the back seat and sticks key into the ignition just as the tearful blonde runs out the house trying to stop her. She peals out of the driveway pointing the car towards her house. When she gets there she barely notices that the house was empty. As painful sobs rack her slim body she goes to her father's liquor cabinet and takes a bottle of vodka. She blindly walks upstairs to her room and proceeds to drink herself into a stupor.
Santana parents come home hours later too find their daughter curled into fetal position clutching an almost empty bottle in her hands. They look at each with pain in their faces as they wonder what happened to their prideful baby girl. With the help of her husband Santana's mother change and put her into bed gently.
Santana started to whimper painfully, "Don't leave me mommy," when they tried to get off the bed. So her mother cuddles with her on one side while her father holds her from the other. Her mother starts to sing a lullaby that use to put her to asleep when she was little. Her father holding on protectively whips away her tears. San sighs as drifts of to a troubled sleep feeling for the first time that night safe and loved.
The next morning with a painful hangover Santana brokenly explains what transpired the night before. Holding her hands both parents give her their strength. Brittany called text and came by numerous times over the next two weeks but she responded to none them. When she came by neither parent allowed the so called innocent child like girl near their baby girl stating she'll call when she's ready.
End Flashback

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Santana chants softly as she dabs the tears from her eyes. She pauses when she hears movement from a few stalls over. In a shaky voice she calls out, "Who's there?"
"It's just me Rachel Berry. I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy but needed to change outfits," a soft voice responds.
"Hobbit I know who you are. I have nightmares about that nails on a chalkboard voice of yours," she says with little venom.
Rachel sniffles, "I'm sorry Santana allow me finish cleaning up and I'll be on way."
Santana feeling remorse says, "No Berry I'm sorry. I haven't had a great couple weeks I don't mean to take it on you."
Rachel draws in a dramatic breath, "Do my ears deceive me? Did the supposed badass Lima Heights Adjacent Santana Lopez just apologize to me? Miss Rachel overly dramatic Berry," she teases.
Santana with watery laugh she response, "Bitch please I'm always a BAMF. So don't get used to it Berry. Cuz shit like that won't happen every day."
Laughing loudly, "As I do not disagree with that statement a Santana apology is about as rare as a day without Mr. Schue wearing a sweater vest."
As giggle somewhat girlishly Santana opens her stall door walks to sink to begin to fix her ruined make up. Rachel also walks out of her stall a moment later when the bathroom door opens to reveal an entirely new looking Quinn Fabray. Both girls draw in a stunned breath as equally raking over lustfully over the classic beauty body. Smirking cockily Quinn allows the door to close behind her.

Quinn Fabray sits idly on the schools roof smoking a cigarrete looking over the schools layout. She changed this summer. Some would say dramatically. Over the summer her once long blonde locks turned purple hair. Her unblemished face now sports a pierced eyebrow and lip. To add to new her punk look her clothes formerly modest sundresses and cardigans turned to a tight white button up shirt with a skinny tie loosely hung around her neck. Her sleeves rolled up showing off her newly tattooed arm. Finishing the outfit with black red and white suspenders hung loosely attached to her skinny black jeans and scoffed up combat boots.
She flicked ashes down to the ground thinks to herself one more year in this hell then I'm done. Done with this town. Done with school. I never have to look back to these losers that don't really know me or care about what I've been through.
Quickly gathering herself she flicks the dreads of her cigarette butt to the ground below. She idly wonders if she hits anyone. She shrugs indifferently picking her bag up off the ground walks through the roof door. Walking at a slow pace down the stairs into the ground floor she mentally prepares herself for the scene about to take place. She pauses to draw in a deep calming breath puts a cocky smirk one hand on her hip and walks through the doors.
She hears shocked whispers and sees students pointing at her and new look. She sees awe in their faces as they take in the new apparent badass Quinn Fabray. Ignoring the sheep with schedule and locker number firmly in hand she turns the corner barely catching the final moments of Rachel humiliation. She starts seething inwardly at that those pricks that refuse to grow up.
Seemingly undecided on whether or not to follow Rachel she turns her head slightly to the left and she sees Santana and Brittany interaction. Although she was not close enough to hear what was being said she was able to read Santana stiff uncomfortable body language. She frowns deeply as Santana rushes toward the bathroom as well. She waited a few moments making a last minute decision she follows the girls into the bathroom. As she rushed past she barely notices Brittany's smug look filing it away to investigate later. She walks to the bathroom opening the door she hears the gasped and hungry looks of the two girls inside. She allows her cocky smirk to grow bigger as the door closes behind her.

Flashback
Quinn Fabray doesn't know what to do as she listens the screaming and glass breaking downstairs. Her father told her go lock herself in her room. He said to stay in the room no matter what she hears. When they saw her mother's tan Beemer pull into the driveway fear trickled done her spine. Oh shit mom's drunk again thirteen year old Quinn Fabray thought when she ran up to her room. Now the trembling girl moves to cover her ears. But she is still able to hear her mother screams profanity at her father.
He tried telling her hear to keep her voice down. That their daughter could hear them. She screamed back that she’s not my daughter that's a freak. Little Quinn ducked her head and pulled her knees too her chest trying to block out the hateful words.
"I'm not a freak daddy says I'm special," she whispers. She hears more chattering glass against the wall. Then a door slamming. The scared girl gets up slowly chewing on her lip. She makes the decision to open the door barely poking her head out surveying the hallway unable to decide whether or not it was safe to come out. Finally opening the door slightly wider Quinn squeezes herself out walking with light steps toward the stairs and tip toes down the stairs. She yelps at the sudden noise in her daddy's den. Quinn hears a gruff voice calling out to her. She flies through the doors into her daddy's embrace wrapping her thin arms around his neck as they both cry. Though little did they know that was the last time they would see her mother again.

A disgruntled and pissed girl stomps loudly through the door. 16 year cheerio no, head cheerio, (youngest head cheerio to be appointed ever to be exact) toes off her shoes leaves them by the door with her bag. The teenager thinks stupid Finn Hudson just had to go against the status quo and dump her for one Rachel freaking Berry. Contrary to popular opinion she doesn't hate, loath or dislike the tiny diva. Okay sure she wouldn't go as far as to that they are friends but they tolerate each other. She doesn't go out of her way to torture the poor girl but she doesn't stop it either. Quinn thinks the tiny brunette could do better for herself then her self-centered ex-boyfriend. Now she has no reason to stay in glee when she only reason she joined in the first place was to keep an eye on her stupid meat head boyfriend. She collapses on the couch tucking her feet under her and grabs the remote and starts to flip through channels.
But it's not like she's broken hearted over the broke up. No he's was just her armor against the sheep. Her All American prize with the hope that maybe if she was perfect, popular and beautiful enough then her mom would come back. He was supposed to show her that's Quinn is not a freak. She's sighs I should really start my homework.
A knock on the door leaves Quinn wondering who it could be as she just left cheerleading practice not too long ago. With a groan she hulls her tired body up off the couch. Damn coach Sylvester really killed them today. Quinn was surprised to see a police officer on the porch when she opened the door.
The officer smiles politely says, "Hello, sweetheart my name is Officer Riley is your father home?"
"N-n-no he's still at his office."
"Is there a way that you can try to get ahold of him, please?" responds the Officer.
Quinn bends down to retrieve her cell from her duffle bag. Her heart started to pound fast with cell phone in hand she asks, "Okay but, what's this about?"
"Just get ahold of you dad please," she sighs.
Quickly she pulls up her father's contact info, several rings later she hears her father. "Hello baby I'm almost done. I'll be there in about an hour."
"No daddy there's a police officer here that wants to speak to you." Quinn says urgently.
Concern evident in his voice, "Do you know about what sweetie?"
"I don't know she won't tell me anything." Quinn sees Officer Riley motion to give her the phone with a sigh she wordlessly hands the phone over.
"Mr. Fabray this is Officer Riley I apologize for coming to your home but we were unable to reach you." The woman walks a short distance away and turns her body away from Quinn.
"Yes sorry I was in meetings all day." Quinn was barely able to hear her father's side of the conversation.
"I regret to inform you that your ex-wife was involved in an altercation last evening which resulted in her being taken to emergency room. Since you are still list as her next of kin I was instructed to notify you." Quinn gasps and leans heavily on the wall. Her knees trembling as she covers her mouth trying not to make any noise. The tears start to fall and she almost doesn't hear what happened next.
Russell clears his throat, "I see thank you is there anything else you wish to tell me."
"No sir the doctor will inform you of her condition," Officer Riley states.
"Well then please put my daughter on the phone," Russell says simply.
The officer puts a comforting hand on the girl's shoulders and gives the phone to the girl. "Sweetie listen don't drive. Have a one of your friends drop you off if you need to go. Please I know you're in no condition to drive."
Quinn sniffs, "Yes daddy."
"I'm going straight away. I'll call you with updates if you don't feel like going." She hears ruffling paper in the background.
"Okay daddy," Quinn replies in a numb voice and hangs up.
"Sweetie," the officer says causing Quinn to jump," Do you need a ride to the hospital?"
"No I'll be calling a friend. Thank you for the offer though," Quinn responses barely remembering her manners and politely shuts the door. She feels the numbness set in as she slides down the wall onto the floor. She stares blankly on her lap. That's how hours later her father comes home to find her. She could tell he had been crying as she looks up.
"I'm sorry Quinn but you mom didn't make it," he says in a wavering voice. Russell and Quinn hold each other crying over a woman they lost a long time ago.

17 year old Quinn pulls into her drive after a disappointing loss at nationals. It's all because the jolly green giant couldn't keep it in his pants long enough to get through the damn performance. 12th place fuck it was a bitter pill to swallow. Although the blame couldn't be placed solely and that big idiot when Mr. Schue's awe inspiring teaching skills had to claim the majority of it. Quinn thinks with sarcasm what kind of moron waits until the day before a competition to choreograph and write songs. She scoffs opening her trunk pulling out her suitcase.
At least Santana waited until check out to scream her undying love Britney. Now don't get her wrong she's happy that they're finally together. Maybe a little jealous but that's beside the point since she knows Santana only has eyes for Brittany. She feels a small pang moving through her chest. Quinn is sure that she never entered on her radar. That doesn't stop her from thinking that San could do a hell of lot better than that manipulative blonde. But her friend just refuses to see passed her bubbly personality. Quinn thinks she's the only one the does. Maybe that's why Brit doesn't like her. She's forever hiding her venom behind her childlike innocence.
As she opens the front door Quinn calls out, "Dad? Dad are you home?" She leaves her bags by the door and walks to the kitchen. Quinn grabs a bottle of water from the fridge looking around for a note. She frowns ever since her mother's death nearly two years ago Mr. Fabray always makes it a point for Quinn know exactly where he's at and when he'll be home. "Dad?" she calls louder this time.
Maybe he's taking a nap she thinks he was complaining that he felt ill the last week or so she thinks as she walks upstairs. She glances as she passes going toward her father's room. The blonde knocks softly, "Daddy?" as she opens the door. The younger Fabray sees the older man lying on his back on the bed. She smiling, "Hey sleepy head." As she walks up to the bed she begins to frown. She wonders why he hasn't stirred yet.
"Daddy?" she tries to shake his shoulder gently. Quinn starts to feel panic shakes him rougher and calls out louder, "Daddy? Dad this isn't funny wake up. Please wake up." She hears her heart pounding and blood rushing through her ears as she touches his neck. Quinn gasps because he feels so cold and she can't find a pulse. She reaches into her back pocket for her phone and dials 911 quickly.
"911 what's your emergency."
"Please help," her voice cracks. "It's my dad. He doesn't wake up and he feels so cold please hurry," Quinn drops her phone after she gives him the address and starts CPR on her father. "12345 breathe, 12345 breathe," she keeps chanting.
Minutes, hours later she hears vague voice in the distance, "Miss? Miss, please you have to move out the way," someone said as he grabs her gently moves her gently to the side. Quinn feels detach from her body as she watches the men (one older and the other younger) start compressions on her father. Quinn wraps her arms around herself as she backs away hitting the wall. She feels thankful because she doubts she'd be able to support her weight with her weakened legs. Time stood still as she waited.
The paramedics look at each other than to Quinn with pity in their eyes, "I'm calling the coroner," the older one says.
"Why did you stop?" Quinn's voice cracks. "You can't stop. Please you have to help him," her tears flowing freely now. "Please you have to bring him back," she starts to beg sliding down the wall.
"I'm sorry miss but there's nothing we could do," the other man says in a gentle voice.
"NO! NO!" She screams in an aguish voice. "You have to bring him back. Please just bring him back," the paramedics flinch at the girl's pain.
"Is there anyone we can call? Your mother ?" she shakes her head no. "A family member?" she shakes her head no again. She hears the younger man talk to dispatch.
"I have no family. It's just me and my dad. My mother's dead." Quinn says in a dull voice.
"What about a friend?" asks the older man. Quinn on unsteady legs walks over to where the phone fell bending to retrieve it still sobbing and gasping for each breath. The older man takes the phone and calls the first number on her call log. Quinn sits by her father holding his hand still pleading "Please, don't go."
Over the next hour everything became a blur of activity. "Quinn sweetie?" she blinks rapidly trying to clear her eyes she sees Rachel as she takes ahold of Quinn's wrist, "Honey come on. I'll take you to my house. You don't have to be alone." She allows the tiny girl to remove her father's side and lead her out of the house. The week flew by in a haze for Quinn decisions were made about the funeral with little input from the distraught girl. Quinn found the strength to get through her father's services with Rachel and Santana by her side. They held her hands while she sat in the pew listening to the priest give her daddy his final mass. While her fellow glee and cheerios teams attended, she felt most of them for there just for show.
She found out later that Rachel called Santana after the paramedics called her and ask the Latina to meet her at the Berry home. Santana parents being doctors prescribed her a mild sedative to help her get through the night. Before Rachel fathers left on their business trip after the burial they stated that Quinn could stay as long as she wished but not wanting to over stay and to grieve in peace she went home. Quinn pleaded for the space she desperately needs to properly grieve. She promised both girls that she would stay in constant contact throughout the summer.
The school allowed her to do make up test on her finals a week after the funeral without the need of summer school since school just let out days before. The courts and lawyers decided that since she was months away from her 18th birthday and since she had no other family she could come into her inheritance early. Provided of course that she finished her senior year and kept out of trouble.
Yes Rachel and Santana had a shitty summer but poor Quinn Fabray has had a shitty 4 years give or take.
End Flashback

Santana lets out a long wolf whistle, "Damn Barbie you really know to make an entrance. I'm really digging the new look."
Quinn's smirk turned into a wide grin with her patented eyebrow lift she flirts back, "Satan I always stopped traffic. And please wipe the drool it's unbecoming."
Rachel snickers walking up to Quinn pulling her into a hug, "Yes Quinn the new look is uh um hot," she blushes. "But how are you I haven't heard that much from you this summer and I was concerned. I know I promised you space but…."
"Calm down pixie," Quinn laughs. "I realize that it was extremely difficult to keep your distance the both of you," glancing at Santana, "but it helped. So thank you."
"So what's with the new look Biker Barbie," Santana asks leaning on the sink.
Quinn rolls her eyes, "I just wanted a change. You know stop being 'Cheerio Quinn Fabray' for a while. I tried hanging out at this club a few towns over and nearly got my preppy ass kicked," laughs Quinn.
"Please tell it wasn't biker bar. And you did something foolish…"
"Hobbit slows your roll. Let the new Haley Williams speak," Santana mocks.
"Gee thanks Ghetto Barbie," Quinn smirks. "No Rachel it wasn't a biker bar. Although that would've been wicked," Quinn smiles showing off her pearly whites.
"Wanky," snarks Santana.
"Oh hush you," as Rachel slaps San's arm.
"I just realized that this perfect Christian cheerleading act was all for my mother," her voice cracks a little bit. Quinn clears her throat, "And then I realized that I didn't know I was anymore."
"So this is who you are than," asks a somewhat confused Rachel.
"No but it's a start," she smiles at each girl. Her hand rubs the back of her neck with a light blush she continues, "I don't think I thank you both enough for being my rocks during all that. I know I would have never been able to get through that on my own."
"Quinn there's no need to thank us. I was happy to be of assistance," beams Rachel.
"Yo, speak for yourself Hobbs I demand appreciation," Santana cuts in throwing a mocking glare her way. No they have never been friends but throughout Quinn's ordeal they learned to tolerate each other. If Santana was being honest with herself she kinda maybe likes the midget diva. When she wasn't being so annoying of course.
"Okay enough about me tell me what the hell happened out in the hallway with the both of you. Your texts never said that you'll were having problems," Quinn asks bluntly.
"Well I did inform you that Finn and I broke this summer," Rachel ducks her head down.
"Yes you said it mutual break up with no hard feels," Quinn point out glancing at Santana.
"Yes well I may have left out a few key details," she winces a little.
"Like what Berry? Because from what I saw and heard it sounded like douche tits has a vendetta against you," Santana straightens up.
"Please Rae tell us what happened," pleads the purple haired girl.
Swallowing over the lump that formed in her throat she replies, "It wasn't had mutual as lead you to believe. Finn and I had an argument a week into our summer vacation."
"What about," Quinn grabs her hand starting to feel more concern.
"Please don't ask me for all the detail, because I'm not ready to go into that yet. Please just know Finn wanted more than I wanted to give and that led to our break up," Rachel whispers looking at both girls with tears in her sad brown eyes.
"You're trying to say Mr. Erectile Dysfunction is walking around like someone pissed in his Wheaties because you didn't want to put out," Santana hisses while an equally pissed Quinn tights her hold on the tiny divas hand.
"Please San there's no reason to be so crude," Rachel tries chides.
"Yep there is," Santana answers smartly.
"Just answer the question," Quinn says rolling her eyes.
Rachel closes her eyes dreading the girls’ reaction. "Yes," she says faintly.
"That son of bitch!" Explodes Quinn. Santana looking equally pissed.
"Okay you wait here Tiny imma go stomp on Finncompetent's jelly beans,"
Rachel hand shots out to stop the fiery Latina from storming off, "While I appreciate the thought I cannot allow you to get suspended on the first day of our senior year."
She smirks cockily, "I'll only be suspended if I get caught." She shrugs off the hand trying to get past the girls.
"No San wait," Quinn says with an evil look in eyes.
"Q you can't be telling me to let this go," says an exasperated San.
"Of course not but we have to be smart about this." Quinn says looking the temperamental brunette in the eyes.
"Quinn," Rachel tries to protest.
"No Rae you held my hand through the most difficult time in my life. So I owe you let me help," hazel eyes pleads into chocolate eyes.
"Yo clue me in Q. How are we gonna stop that idiot from using Thumbelina as a punching bag," Santana whines still feeling put off. She really wants to hit someone. Anyone would do at the moment since hitting McCripple would be a big no-no for some reason.
"First we start with Karofsky because I know a secret," she sing songs devilishly.
"What? Spill it Barbie," Santana says bouncing on her toes with childlike eagerness. Rachel smiles fondly at the self-proclaimed badass.
Quinn pulls out her cell phone from her back pocket, "The club I told you about wasn't the only one I went too. I've been going to a different one regularly. So yeah it's a gay club," Quinn says blushing at the shock expressions on the girls face.
"Not only are you channeling your inner rock star your letting loose your inner gay I'm so proud," Santana whoops whipping imaginary tears.
"Bite me Satan," Quinn growls playfully. Don't temp me Santana thinks as stick out tongue.
"Children focus, please," says Rachel in a mock stern voice shaking her head playfully.
Quinn threw Santana a smug look while she searched through photo album. "Here we go. As I was saying this is a gay club and you'll never believe who I saw there."
A light flashes on in Santana's head her eyes wide as breaths out, "No fucking way."
A playful light appears in Quinn's eyes, "Yes way," She shows the girls a picture of Karofsky kissing another man.
Santana lets out a full belly, "So what's the plan? Do we make copies and put it around the school?"
"No we can't do that Santana. It's not right," Rachel shakes her head firmly.
"But Tiny…." Santana pouts.
Quinn cuts in, "No she's right San. How would you feel if someone did that to you? If someone pushed you out in front of the whole school?"
Santana's pouts grew bigger reminding the girls of 5 year old that doesn't get her way. She crosses her arms, "I guess. I really hate it when you make sense!"
Quinn reaches over to ruffle Santana's hair. She laughs as she quickly moving way before the grumpy girl could retaliate. "No we'll just have a little chat with Elton John. We'll get him to make the others back off Rae. We insinuate that if he doesn't back off Kurt will have an opponent the gayest senior competition."
"What about Finnept," a still pouty Santana ask.
Quinn frowns, "Let's not worry about him yet. If we take away his grunts it'll buy us some time to figure out our next move," as the two HBIC smile devilishly at each other. Rachel remains silent feeling overwhelm with the level of protectiveness the two girls are showing her. "Now Santana what's up with you and B?"
Santana stiffens up immediately, "What are you talking about Q?"
"I saw you two out in the hallway."
Santana sighs and runs a hand through her hair, "I don't want to talk about it. Just drop it Q."
"Please San I told you about Finn and I, let us be support like you’ve supported me," Rachel pleads.
Santana sighs again placing a hand on her forehead at headache starting to form, "We broke up."
Quinn feels shock throughout her body, "But why? I mean after everything you went through to get to that point in your relationship. I thought you were perfect for each other," Rachel nods agreeing.
"So did I but I just wasn't enough for her," Santana bits her lip hoping to keep the tears from falling. "Please drop it for now guys I don't want to go into details yet. Just know that she played me and that's all I'm saying for now." Rachel and Quinn look at each nod agreeing not for now. All three girls jump at the loud bell. "Shit we missed home room!"
They gather up their things and agree to meet up in the auditorium for lunch to further discuss their plan of action. As the girls exit the bathroom they all have a similar thought maybe this year won't suck as much as I thought giving the each other shy glance as they part ways.
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