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White Horse	By : cris2747 Category: G through L > Glee Views: 7532 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Disclaimer: *Sigh* I don't own Glee, damn it. Sorry this took a little longer than I intended because I had a little trouble figuring what songs that the girl would sing. But anyway enjoy and on with the show.

Chapter Three: Picking Up The Pieces
After the girls got home that night Brittany carried the fragile blonde into the house and up the stairs to Santana's bedroom. While they tried to sleep in the guest room, they came in every hour to check on her like Dr. López recommended but eventually they gave up and slept next to her. Every time Quinn had a night mare they were there to rock her back to sleep. Every time she woke up in pain, they were there to give her the medicine. The HBICs were extremely tired the next day but Quinn was felt surprisingly rested for the first time in a long time.
Quinn groans because her whole back feels like it's on fire again. Gingerly she turns to her side surprised to see that Santana and Brittany were sleeping next to her. Quinn swallows hard, the soft morning light makes Santana look peaceful for a change and Brittany even more innocent. Quinn reaches out a tentative hand and brushes back a stray hair from Santana's face. It felt softer than it looks, softer than Quinn imagined it to be. She always wanted to play with Santana's hair, feel the way the silky locks would feel in between her fingers. She shakes her head wanting to snap out of that fantasy because she knew that this won't ever last. Once their guilt faded they would leave her, like everyone else always did. Like Frannie, like her father because no one ever stayed. Why should she expect these two girls too?
She sighs, sitting up winching as the stitches pull. "Where are you going, Quinnie," a groggy voice inquires as a slender arm tried to pull her back down.
Quinn looks down to see bright ocean blue eyes staring up at her, "To the bathroom, go back to sleep Brittany."
The other blonde sits up stretching, Quinn tries hard not to notice the way the tank top rides up showing off her firm stomach. Quinn's fingers twitch, wanting to rub the defined abs on display. Brittany smiles softly, "It's okay Quinnie it's time for us to get up besides I have to wake up Tana to get ready for school which is hard to do sometimes."
Quinn nods glancing at the time, "Yeah, are you sure that I can't go?" Wanting to test the water a little, "I'm going to be real bored, here and I don't do good with boredom. You shouldn't be surprised if I sneak off to the skate park or something."
Santana groans rolling onto her back, opening on eye to glare at the blondes. She wasn't a morning person and these two hot blondes are eating away her beauty sleep, "It's too early for all the chatter, Blondies so less talking and more sleeping and no skating Quinn or else you'll pull your stitches out."
Brittany rolls her eyes playfully before jumping on Santana's half asleep form, "But Tana it's almost 7 and you have to get up or we're going to be late." She bounces up and down straddling the Latina's waist, "Wakey, wakey or no bakey for you."
Santana pouts grabbing Brittany's waist, halting her body, the bouncing making her feel slightly nauseous, "Britt-Britt, remember how I told that I'm not a morning person?" Brittany bites her lip nodding, "And remember how I told you I get grumpy if I don't get my full 8 hours?" The blonde in her lap tilts her head curiously, "And do you also remember what I said will happen if you keep waking me up?"
A light flashes in Brittany's head, but before she could scramble away Santana flips them over and tickles her. Quinn releases a breath she didn't know she was holding, not that she thought Santana would ever hurt Brittany but some fears are to imbedded to lose overnight. She smiles softly at the shrieking girl, trying to push the brunette off of her. Quinn had a feeling that Brittany could have easily gotten away but she liked that Santana was tickling her.
Santana shouts triumphantly pinning Brittany's arms above her head, "Do you give?"
Brittany's bubbly voice shakes with laughter, "Never you evil fiend!"
Santana wiggles her brows, "I'll show you evil Britts." Before the blonde could question her another tickle assault had her shrieking again. This time it was under her arms, Santana knew that was her mostest ticklish spot ever.
"Okay, okay I give. I give," Brittany gasps.
Santana smirks stopping her hands, "Really, really or are you just trying to trick me?"
Brittany shakes her head, "Scouts honor, I'll behave."
Santana's smirk changes into a beatific smile, "Awesome." She looks at Quinn rolling her eyes, "She'll behave to at least Wednesday and wake me up again and then I'll have to tickle her all over again. Call me crazy but I think she does this on purpose."
Quinn smiles shyly, in awe about how out of character Santana was acting. Or at least the Santana she knew from school. It's safe to say that Quinn likes this version of the Latina more than the McKinley one. "I was just getting ready to ask Brittany if your father changed his name about school. I have strict guidelines to follow if I want my full inheritance. I'm not supposed to miss a lot of school and a week is pushing it."
"How many days are you allowed to miss, Quinn?" Manny questions leaning against the door frame. He came in when he heard Brittany screaming, wanting to make sure that Quinn didn't get hurt in the fray.
Quinn looks up at the older Latino past him she sees a blurry older version of Santana but still as beautiful. Quinn scrunches her nose thinking, "No more than a day or two many more than that and I'll need something written by a doctor."
Manny smirks, "Well in case you forgot mija, I am a doctor Quinn."
Quinn blushes, "Yes I'm aware of that sir but than our lawyer will want to know why and then my mother will find out I told."
Her Mother, not her father the López's and Brittany filed that away for later, "It's okay Q, I won't let anything happen to you don't have to be afraid anymore."
"Be that as it may Santana, I still need my mother for a few more weeks and having her in jail won't get me the inheritance I need to survive," Quinn tells her softly. "As much as I despise the thought of going back I can't leave just yet."
Manny holds up his hands wanting to stop his daughter from arguing, "How about this Quinn, you rest today and tomorrow if you're okay than you can go back to school on Wednesday. By okay I mean that you can walk around without too much pain and if I'm sure that you won't pull out your stitches."
Maribel sits on the edge of the bed, very aware of the fact that Quinn was watching her like a frightened animal. Ready to bolt if she was in any danger, she (like the rest of her family) would love to get her hands on her parents for treating their child this way. In her opinion a person who abuses a child is one the lowest most disgusting people on the planet. All children are a gift and should be cherished. In a calm, disarming voice Maribel tries to sooth the frightened girl, "I'll be here all day so you won't exert yourself and if there's anything you need from your parents' house I'll be happy to swing by and get it."
Quinn tugs on her ear, a nervous habit, "Well I do need a change of clothes and my glasses. Oh and my books, please I might as well get ahead in my school work."
Santana shakes in silent laughter from her position on Brittany's lap, "Geez Quinn you get two days, possibly a week off of school and you want to study."
Quinn flashes her, a crooked grin that all the parties find utterly adorable, "I'm number one in our class Santana, and if I want to stay there then I can't get behind on assignments."
Santana rolls her eyes playfully, "Do you need them now or can you wait until after practice?" she stands up pulling Brittany up with her, "It's going to be a short one since we need to hold tryouts by the end of the week." Santana flushes, looking nervous all of a sudden, "Did you have time to think about Coach's proposal? I mean you probably didn't since a lot happened last night. If you need more time or don't want to join then I can tell Coach to shove it."
Brittany covers her mouth an amused twinkle appeared in her eyes, "In case you haven't noticed Santana tends to babble when she's nervous. I tell her that she sounds like Rachel, but then I get cut off for a week."
All three López's groan at Brittany's over share. "Brittany! I've asked you not to talk like that in front of my parents," her voice slightly muffled from the blonde's hand.
Manny chuckles pulling his wife with him, "It's not like we don't know pequeña our room is right across the hall."
Santana closes her eyes groaning, this is not how she planned on impressing Quinn. God, why are parents so embarrassing? "Daddy, please go away before you ruin my rep because it took me years to get it where I want it."
Manny chuckles pinching her cheek, "Don't worry mija I'm sure that Quinn still thinks you're a badass." He looks over to a bemused blonde, it's been years since she was able to sit back and enjoy being teased by family. She missed it so very much, "Right Quinn? Santana's still a badass?"
Quinn nods slowly, "Yes I think it's safe to say that Santana will always be considered a badass." She smiles shyly, "But I think it's also safe to say that she's a softy."
Manny laughs pulling his wife out the door, "And on that note I'll let you girls get ready for school."
Santana stares after them pouting before she dramatically clinches at her heart falling onto the bed, "Oh Quinn how could you! I'm not a softy, not at all."
Brittany catches Quinn's eyes winking at her, "No just a drama queen."
Santana frowns flipping her girlfriend off, "That's no sweet lady kisses for you Britt and have fun scissoring by herself." She looks over at the shorter of the blondes menacing, "As for you Ms. Fabray just wait until you're fully healed because I will have my revenge." Quinn gulps feeling slightly frighten but even more turned on, "Death by tickles, you've been warned." She bounces up off the bed before strutting into the bathroom, before the door is closed she pokes her head out to blow the blondes a kiss.
Brittany shakes her head, clearly used to Santana's childishness, "Don't worry Quinnie, Santana was only joking. She's not really mad about anything. You just have to get used to her away from school."
Quinn nods before easing back on to her side, "She's not like I pictured her, you are but she's definitely a surprise." She looks up flashing another adorable crooked smile, "But it's cute and refreshing, I like it."
Brittany walks around to sit next to her, brushing away her short messy hair, "Yes Santana's different at home than in school. She can relax and be herself here and not worry about all that pressure that comes from being on top." She sighs her lips curl into a small smile, "She's mainly tough and mean because of me. She doesn't want me be hurt because I tend to see the good in everyone and people take advantage of that. I wish you moved here earlier than Tana could've protected you right away like with me."
Quinn sighs leaning into the warm hand cupping her face, if she didn't watch out than she'll find herself falling deeper with these two. They make it so easy, especially now that she knows everything and understands it for the most part, "Me too Brittany, I think a lot of things would've been different if we moved here sooner." Quinn clears her throat, "Everything would've been better.
Brittany frowns at the sad look on the shorter blonde's face, "When you're ready Quinn, I would like to hear why you're so sad. But until then I'll, we'll work on gaining your trust."
Quinn closes her eyes trying to shake away the memories that surfaced, wanting them to stay hidden forever not willing to revisit them again. She feels lush lips brush against her cheek and a blush spreads down to her neck. She feels her breath catch in her throat, "Um I think I'm going to go see if Mrs. López needs help with breakfast."
She tries to get up but the other blonde pushes her back down gently, "I don't think so Q, Mom wouldn't let you so you might as well rest and just wait for us all to go down." She kisses her cheek again enjoying the feel of the soft skin on her lips, "I know you're not ready to hear it but I love you and Santana loves you."
Quinn's heart thuds painfully and the blush burns brighter, was the only evidence that Quinn heard Brittany's hushed confession. The taller blonde sighs not really expecting an answer but it hurt that Quinn didn't respond in kind. The cheerios have their work cut out if they want to repair the damage they caused Quinn. Even if they can't make Quinn love them maybe they still have a chance to be her friend, it had to be better than nothing. She decided right away that she can't get enough of kissing Quinn, even if it's one the cheek before joining Santana in the bathroom. Maybe one day she'll get to those lush lips, she's dreamed about since freshmen year.
When the Latina heard the door open she popped her head out from behind the curtain, "Hey beautiful how did it go?"
Brittany smiles sadly before undressing to join her girlfriend in the shower, "It went okay." She hugs her from behind, "We have all of work to do if we want Quinn to trust us."
Santana nods pulling one of her blondes closer, "I know babe, I blame myself. If I wasn't a big fucking coward than we could've figured out that Quinn needed us a lot sooner."
The blonde untangles herself, reaching for Santana's shampoo. She massaged it in gentle, scratching the scalp lightly, "It's both of our faults, I should've pushed you when the first slushie was thrown. We're both cowards Tana and now we're paying for it."
She tilts the shorter girl's head back rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. They bathed each other in silence, each lost in their own world. Going over their mistakes, examining every detail hoping they'll find all the signs they missed. They can't go back and fix everything but they have a chance to make up for them. The girl's dressed before walking back into the room, where their angel laid sleeping peacefully.
"Is it wrong to want to lock her in the room and never let her go?" Santana mutters taking the way the sun shines off her hair, making it glow like a halo. She is beautiful, different from Brittany's beauty. Hers is innocent and childlike, it makes Santana happy to be around her. Quinn has this vulnerability that tugs at her heart that gives her a different type of innocence but she still wants to protect her all the same.
"She's like a frightened unicorn so we have to be extra careful on how we handle her," Brittany says thoughtfully. "Like that movie we watched about that horse. She's like that, scared and skittish."
Santana nods, wondering how people saw her as stupid. Brittany isn't stupid she just sees the world differently and maybe that's what Quinn needs. Santana reaches for the blonde's hand, "Just like that B, come on let's let her sleep. Mom can feed her when she wakes up, because as much as I hate it we have to get to class."
Brittany allows her girlfriend to pull her out of the room, but before they close the door they go back to their sleeping angel and kiss her cheek. Quinn sighs contently before a small smile forms on her perfect lips.
School was literally hell for the girls since the moment they stepped into the school and all they wanted was to go back home and be with Quinn. They felt a void in their chests at not being able to see their girl in school. Santana never realized how much of her day revolved around her, uh for of a better word, stalking of Quinn. She missed being able to catch glimpse of the girl between classes at her locker or walking down the halls with her adorable little crooked smile and pensive face. Or when they shared a class how she spent the whole period staring at the back of her head doodling her name when she was supposed to be taking notes.
Since Quinn was basically declared untouchable now, people actually noticed that she was missing. So of course they were stopped by every one of the Gleeks, before they even got to their lockers, wondering where the shorter blonde was. But after a death glare from Santana they all decided it would be better for their health if they just drop it.
But it was the meeting with coach that made the HBICs wished that they just stayed home in bed, preferably with Quinn in it, with the sheets over their heads forgetting about the outside world. It dragged on, and on with the woman yelling about the fact that they failed to recruit her. They held a silent conversation reaching a mutual discussion they confessed the real reason why Quinn was absent. Sue's expression turned dark after every word that passed from her co captains' lips that it even scared Santana a little. She promised to look into Quinn's parents and to help them find a way to get Quinn out of that house without losing her money.
But what surprised them the most was the fact that the older woman berated herself for not seeing the signs sooner. But most of all she blamed Schue because he was the one adult that was supposed to know since he was around the girl for over two years. Sue vowed to make the little ponce pay for being so dense.
It was some time before lunch Santana slammed the bathroom door open scaring the girls inside. "Get out," she barked. She laughed as the lower classmen scrambled to get out of the way. "Not you Wheezy, Stutters or Special Ed," she blocks the door when Mercedes Tina and Sugar tried to leave.
Mercedes straightens out her back, "So what do you want Satan?"
The Latina's brow quirks, "I have a song in mind for this week's assignment and I needs your vocals."
They looked at each other skeptically. Tina feeling brave squeaks out from behind Sugar's shoulder, "Us? You want us to sing with you?"
Santana sighs, "Yes Asian Goth aside from me and Berry you two gots a set of pipes that I need." She smirks, "I would rather not ask Berry so I guess Non Filter Mouth will do."
Sugar shrugs, "Whatever I'm down if you want my amazing voice to save your assignment."
The other two Gleeks look at each other and shrug. "As long as you promise not to kill us and bury us in the football field, why not," Mercedes mocks.
Santana flashes a dangerous smile, "That's a good idea but not this time, maybe when get to nationals I'll perform that sacrifice." She takes a step close to the black girl, "Ritual sacrifice is how we always win and since you guessed our secret, bitches gots to go."
The other three girls shift nervously, really unsure on whether or not Santana was serious as the watch a smirking Latina saunter leaving out the door.
Mercedes swallows, "She's playing right? I mean human sacrifice is so 90's, she wouldn't do that to us right?"
Sugar shrugs, "Who knows but the real question is when did Lucifer grow a heart?"
With an extra skip in her step Santana whistles down the hall, excited to see her tall blonde and gorgeous for lunch when she spots the boy that had the balls to lay hands on one of her girls. Just seeing him there laughing and joking with his jock buddies like yesterday never happened made her blood boil. With a fierce war cry Santana barrels past at him knocking her peers out of the way. She slams the boy face first into a row of lockers much like the bigger boy did to Quinn yesterday.
He cries out landing on his knees, "What the hell?!"
"Mira pinche pendejo, I told you that I was going to kill you next time I saw you," the irate Latina yells.
A small crowd gathered watching the Latina verbal castrate the lower classman. "Did you think that I was fucking around when I said that your life was over?"
He stared up at her, jaw to the floor trying to think of a way to save face in front of his team mates. "Listen San baby, yesterday was a fluke and I can forgive you…"
Santana's cold laugh sends chills threw the hearts of all the students watching. She tilts her head to the side asking in a curious tone, "You forgive me?"
Her voice was dripping with so much honey that the brain dead boy seemed to buy the fake sincerity. He nods as he gets to his feet, "Yeah baby I know you wouldn't pass me up for that lame ass los…"
Santana's kicked to the balls left him a trembling mess as he fell back to the floor cupping his injured pride. Santana sneers, "I meant every word you douche tits, by this afternoon your Coach will be informing you that you're off the team."
Brittany pushes past the crowd to where her girl was standing, sighing at the scene before her. It could've been worse because she could've cut him with the razor blades she has hidden in her hair. Santana sent him one last smirk over her shoulder as she allowed her girl to drag her away from the confused boy. He's seriously fighting Finn on the being the stupidest person in the whole school.

Quinn woke up a little after ten feeling better and more rested than she did this morning. Although she was pouting slightly when she realized that the cheerios were still gone. But then she notices a note on the nightstand, instantly recognizing Brittany's messing scrawl. Brittany let her instructions about staying in bed and not to over exert herself. Brittany also told her what the assignment for Glee was about and that it was due on Friday. Hopefully by then Dr. López will let her go back to school by then a fierce. A growl in her belly reminds her that she hasn't ate since lunch yesterday.
She was swinging her legs over the bed instantly relaxes when her back only gave her a slight twinge of pain. She makes her way down stairs with only a small limp, it's not that bad she's had worse. She looks down at her clothes finally notices that she wasn't wearing her clothes and that one or both the girls had have changed her last night. She blushes to the tip of her toes over the fact that they saw her naked.
The house was huge not at all like the houses in Lima Heights Adjacent where Santana claims to be from. She smirks at the fiery Latina's attitude truth be told that was the most attractive thing about her in Quinn's opinion. Sure anyone with eyes can see that she's gorgeous but her cockiness always made her stomach do flips. And Brittany, her eyes are Quinn's favorite part her it was like they could see right through her and knew all of her secrets.
She spots the Santana's mother in the kitchen singing and dancing to the beat on the radio. Smiling Quinn speaks over the radio, "I see you are that Santana gets her voice from you ma'am."
The older woman turns around startled clinching her chest, "Quinn you scared me! I didn't know you were awake, although I was getting ready to wake you up because it's almost time for your meds. And you missed breakfast this morning, so I bet you're hungry."
Quinn gives her a hesitant smile, "Sorry for startling you ma'am and yes I'm famished." She squints, "I haven't ate since lunch yesterday."
Maribel huffs turning back to the stove, "That just won't do no wonder you passed out after Manny gave you the first dose. Mija knows that you're not supposed to take anything on an empty stomach either." Quinn raises a brow but Maribel continues to rant, "Santi should at least offered you an apple or something."
Quinn protest, "She didn't know Mrs. López and I've been feeding myself since I was 12 so it's really not a big deal."
The Latina scowls, "Well in this house it's my job to make sure that all the kids or fed and taken care of so you better get used to it and its Maribel or Mari not ma'am or Mrs. López."
Quinn sighs but nods sitting at the breakfast bar, "Yes ma'am. I mean Maribel," she rushes out at Maribel stern look. She blushes with a bashful look on her face as she looks down, "I'm just used to taking care of myself so if you have other things to do I won't be upset."
The older Latina shakes her head, "I don't have anything important this week so I'm working at home and I don't mind taking of you in fact I insist."
Quinn swallows, she shouldn't get used to this because after they get tired of her she'll be out the door faster than she was carried in. "If you sure, I mean I can cook and I like it so I can fed myself is all I'm trying to say. If you have a meeting or errands to run I'll be fine."
Maribel turns away from the stove walking to her and lifting up her face, "I'll be fine mija, and I enjoy cooking as well it's not a hardship to cook for you." Quinn stares into her soft brown eyes, searching for a lie seeing none yet she nods. Maribel smiles, "Good I'm glad you see things my way. I want to ask you a few questions but feel free to not answer if you're uncomfortable. I would like to know about your parents."
Quinn shifts nervously, "There's not much to talk about other than the fact that I don't get along with my mother."
Mother not father, Maribel files away that information for later. She places a plate filled with food in front of Quinn, "You don't have to tell me and I'm not going to push but just know that I'm here if you need to talk."
Quinn swallows back tears it's been all time since she felt any love from a mother figure, "Okay but not now I'm not ready I don't know if I'll ever be."
Maribel pats her hand tenderly, "Whenever you're ready mija, I may not be today or even tomorrow but whenever it is I'll listen and not judge."
"Why?" she blurts out. "I mean until last night you didn't even know I existed. So why would a nobody like me mean anything to you."
Maribel tilts her head to the side, "Because you're important to Santi and Brittany so that makes you important to me. Whether you want to acknowledge it or not you're family now and the López's always takes care of their own." She smirks impishly, "As a matter of fact I'm willing to bet that Santi is terrorizing the school making sure that you're safe there. Just like she did for Brittany and Puck will be right there with them helping anyway he can."
Quinn shakes her head laughing, "You know Santana's reputation in school and you allow her to do it?"
"I don't condone the way she conducts herself in school but the way the bullying is there I can except the fact that she has to be a bitch sometimes," the older Latina says softly. "Brittany is a sweet girl but she doesn't have a whole lot of street smarts like us. I know we have this big house and all the pretty toys in it but it wasn't always like this."
Quinn eats slowly listening to the other woman talk, "I've been with Manny since I was 12 ever since we lived in Puerto Rico, but I got pregnant when I was 15 and I had Santi when I was 16. So this wasn't a walk in the park but one of Manny's tíos had a house here so we moved to give our daughter a better life." She leans on her elbows smiling dreamily, "Manny and I struggled to finish school and then he went to college I didn't because we couldn't afford for both of us to go."
Quinn pushes her empty plate aside not noticing that she practically inhaled her food as Maribel continued, "It was hard for us while he went to medical school because I worked two or three jobs at a time to make ends meet. When he finally graduated he insisted that I quit and rest for a while until I figure out what I want to do career wise."
Quinn smiles crookedly, "So the whole Lima Heights thing wasn't Santana just trying to act tough?"
Maribel chuckles, "No it is just an act baby because my Santi, the real Santana, the one that no one but us gets to see is actually sweet, loving and gentle. She loves poetry and to sing, obviously, and to dance but don't get me wrong she does have a wicked temper."
"So how did Santana go from being sweet to the head bitch," Quinn asks curious about the answer.
"I'm going to tell you something that no one else knows because there's something you have to understand about Santana, Quinn." The blonde swallows nodding at the serious tone, "The whole time growing up we only spoke Spanish at home so when Santi went to school the kids would pick on her," Maribel says in a small voice. "She would come home crying because she couldn't understand why the kids were being so mean to her. She would try to win them over with sweets but they would knock them out of her hands and push her down."
Quinn frowns, "That wasn't very nice of them but then again kids can be cruel that I know firsthand."
The mother nods sadly, "It wasn't until Noah and Brittany were switched to her class a couple of months into the year that she made any friends. After that it got better for her in school because Noah would keep away the mean kids away from the girls and Brittany would try to teach her English." She laughs at the memory, "Santi would try to teach Brittany her colors and how to read and write and it was hilarious because they didn't understand each other at all but they made it work."
Quinn sat in silence with a small adoring smile on her face as she listened to the older Latina tell her stories of Santana growing up. If she didn't witness first hand than she would've never believed that the tough girl had a softer side.
In an off handed manner Maribel went on, "Her 'Snix' personality didn't come out until second grade I think. Or was it third?" She pauses remembering the past, "Yeah the second grade because that's when their class went on a field trip, I forget where but it's not important. The important thing is what happened there."
Quinn leans forward eager to hear more, "What happened Maribel?"
Maribel scowls clearly mad about her memory, "This group of fifth graders decided that it would be funny to lock Brittany in a closet. They got her away from the group by telling her there was this puppy that they wanted to show her of course Brittany believed them and went along with them."
"Oh no poor Brittany," Quinn says softly feeling angry for the younger version of her crush.
"It took all of the fucking employees and even the police two hours to find her, by the time they did she was curled into a ball crying for Santi." She shakes her head, "Brittany wouldn't talk for days and when she did she would only talk to San. She told her who put her in the closet and when Santi got the names, she calmly went to school the next day and beat the hell out of 5 fifth grade boys all by herself. But then Noah found out why and he beat them up too and after that everyone knew not to mess with them and especially Brittany."
Quinn swallows, "So that's why you don't tell her something about how she behaves in school?"
Maribel nods, "Even after that Brittany still looks for the good in everyone and mostly believes everything she's told so Santi and Noah are overprotective." She blinks looking at the girl in front of her, "I don't know why she reacted the way she did with you but the only thing that I can think of is that she was scared of you. Scared of her feelings for you and what that would mean for her and Brittany. I know that it's not an excuse or a reason but maybe it's a start so you can begin to forgive them."
Quinn looks down, "Maybe but I don't think that I have it in me for another chance."
Maribel hugs Quinn gently, rocking her, "You have it mija if you didn't you would've been long gone by now. Just give yourself time to heal and not rush anything." She pulls back, "There's plenty of time."
Dr. López walked into the kitchen after that smiling at his wife and the fragile girl next to her, "Hey mi esposa and muneca my day just got freed up because my surgery was rescheduled."
Maribel smiles kissing her husband, "Excellent now you can sit there while I make you something to eat and taking a look at Quinn's injuries while you wait."
Manny looks at Quinn who was biting her lips nervously, "How's the pain today on the scale of one to ten? One being no pain and ten being that you need to go back to the hospital."
Quinn fidgets with her fingers as the doctor lifts up her shirt inspecting the stitches, "Um four on my back and maybe a six on my ribs."
"Have you taken any of your meds yet?"
Quinn flinches a little when he prods the deepest cut, "No sir I just finished eating but I'm going to take them now."
Manny pats her shoulder softly and pulls down her shirt, "You're healing nicely Quinn. There doesn't appear to be an infection around the area. Some of the cuts are tender but that's to be expected I'm going to change the dressings."
"Thank you sir."
Manny scolds playfully, "Manny muneca, I feel old whenever people call me sir or mister."
Quinn blushes prettily, "Thank you Manny."
While he redresses the wounds she takes the medicine Maribel hands her. He says, "If the area remains clear of infection then I will allowed you to go back to school by Friday. That's the earliest I feel comfortable with."
She sighs seeing no point in arguing agreed because it was better than next week. They talked for a while longer before then medicine set in and Quinn dragged her sore body back upstairs. She notices when she enters the room that she was sleeping in Santana's room. She felt a little uncomfortable about putting the girl out of her room so she makes a mental note to talk to her about it when they got home. She laid down drifting as she thought about girls' proposal about joining the cheerios. It wasn't something that she wanted to do but maybe they'll let her be team manager or something. Just another thing to talk about when they got home.

When she woke up several hours later, she was on her stomach and she felt two warm body surrounding her. Apparently she was asleep longer than she thought. She blinks her eyes open to see Brittany on her side with an arm thrown gentle around her waist making sure not to touch the stitches. She turns her head to see Santana curled into a tight ball with her head on Quinn's pillow. She gently removes Brittany's arm and climbs over Santana not wanting to wake the obviously tired girls. Quinn tip toes to the bathroom wanting to let the girls sleep longer. They were more than likely tired after what had to be a long night watching over her and then a longer day in school.
After she gets out of the bathroom she spots her laptop and glasses on the small desk. They must've gone to her house already, she blushes brightly when she remembers they had to get her clothes to wear. So they had to go through her underwear drawer, her crushes had to dig through her underwear. Quinn thought that she just might die of embarrassment at the moment.
Sighing Quinn turns around and sits at the desk and turns on her computer, searching for the song that she wanted to sing for Glee the assignment. She searched for a while before finding the perfect one. She felt like she was being watched so she looks over her shoulder she sees a pair of blue and brown eyes watching her with a soft expression.
Quinn blushes, "How long have you two been awake?"
Santana smiles sitting up stretching, "Just a few minutes. So whatcha doing?"
Quinn tries not to notice the way her shirt was riding up the Latina's firm stomach, "Looking up songs for Glee."
Santana smirks noticing where Quinn's eyes are glued to, "What are you going to sing, Blondie?"
"You'll find out Friday," Quinn teasing almost tentatively like she was testing the waters.
Brittany pouts fine bouncing off the bed, "Your being mean Quinnie." The taller blonde chides playfully, "Anyway we went to your house and got you some things then we cleaned up the mess on the floor."
Quinn bits her lip, looking down after the normally cheerful blonde's voice got a hard edge, "You didn't have to do that guys, I could've done that."
"No but I needed to," Santana says softly. "Seeing you like that really scared me Q. I never want to see that again. I don't care what I have to do but you're never staying there again."
Quinn sniffles allowing herself a moment to bask in Santana's protective nature. She likes the feeling a little too much though, "I'm not sure what you're going to do about it but you're welcome to try."
Santana smirks deviously, "Don't worry about that Q, I have a plan."
Quinn flashes Santana her adorably crooked smile, "Should I be worried Santana?"
Brittany snickers giving her a mysterious smirk, "No not you Quinn never you."
Quinn laughs deciding to change the subject, "I thought about your proposal and I have a proposal of my own." The girls lean forward eagerly, "I don't want to join the squad." She rushes on seeing the disappointment written all over their faces, "But maybe you need a manger or something I can help Coach. I'm just not a cheerleading type of person."
Santana pouts still disappoint she was looking forward to staring at Quinn's legs and ass in that skirt, "It sounds like a good idea but I'll have to talk to coach about it first."
Quinn smiles, "Thank you."
A shy Brittany asks, "Have you thought about us and what we said last night?"
Quinn clears her throat looking down because she knows that this disappointment might kill her, "I don't think that I'm ready for a relationship right now but I can use some friends."
Brittany blinks back tears feeling a sharp stab of rejection, "O-o-o-okay I understand we pretty much messed up any chance we had a long time ago."
Santana looks down not wanting to show her tears, "Yeah it's okay Q."
"No it's not that," Quinn says earnestly. "I don't know you other than the HBICs that rule the school and bullied me mildly since freshmen year. It's was only yesterday that I've got to see glimpses of the real you but I still don't know you. I want to get to know you before I can even think about starting a relationship. I also have a lot of baggage to get rid of before I start a relationship with one, two, I mean other people."
Santana bites her lip, "Okay I get what you're saying but would you object to us, I dunno, trying to wooing you I guess."
"Like dates, dating me," Quinn asks startled.
Santana grins, "Like serenading you in Glee, giving you flowers in the hallway or reading you poetry under your window."
Quinn tugs on her ear, "It would be your window Santana since I'm staying her at the moment."
The Latina shrugs, "Meh details blondie, what do you say? Wooing allowed?"
Brittany bounces up and down her tears clearly forgotten, "Yeah we can keep it casual if you want. We could like totes have friend dates and no one would have to know if you don't want them too."
Quinn sits back still a little shocked, "Yeah." She says before she had time to really think about it, "I'd like that but, but it has to casual and just friends for now."
Santana smiles flashes her dimples, "Awesome and we won't pressure you at all. We'll take everything at your pace."
Brittany bounces to her feet, "Yeah double dates with my two favorite girls."
Quinn smiles but inside she's panicking wondering what she got herself into but decides to go with it since it made her cheerios extremely happy.

Over the next couple of days the girls developed a routine waking and sleeping in the same bed. It was easy and made Quinn feel safe, so safe that she almost forgot her mother was coming home that weekend.
Finally Quinn was able to return to school that Friday in time to do her song for Glee. It was weird for Quinn because the students were giving her a lot of space. They didn't bothered her at all and she didn't found out why until her third period when she overheard about what happened to that boy who slushied her Monday. Apparently he was found Wednesday morning tied to the flagpole in just his boxers with words like loser and bully written in permanent marker all over his body. But somehow no one saw this happen and he couldn't remember who attacked him or how many there was.
When she asked Santana but she just smiled and shrugged high fiving an equally smug Puckerman. So confirmed that they had something to do with what happened that day. Also the poor guy broke down crying every time he saw her was a big clue and the rest of student body was bending backwards to stay on the HBICs' good side by leaving Quinn alone. Big clues.
As the day came near an end Quinn stood at her locker putting her books away she was exhausted. So maybe she should've taken Manny's advice and just came back on Monday. Another few days off wouldn't have hurt any but she knew that the lawyer might start asking questions that she didn't want to answer. Besides the only thing left was Glee so she could handle another hour.
She was thankful for the note that Manny wrote getting her out of gym for a while because the coach was an asshole who decided that it was going to be dodge ball month. But thanks to a couple of noisy people (Mercedes and Kurt) the whole school thinks she had injured herself while skating and now she can't do any strenuous activity.
The other person she was dreaded speaking to was Coach Sylvester because she wasn't too happy about Quinn not joining the squad. But she seemed happy enough with her compromise and that morning before practice she became the team manager. The other cheerios were wary at first but got comfortable with the idea real fast. Although that might've had something to do with the fact that Santana threatened them with bodily harm and to kick them off the squad if they said one negative thing about Quinn. Meh details, thinks Quinn as she smirks faintly.
Quinn walks slowly into the choir room hoping that Mr. Schue was actually one time for a change and started the lesson. No such luck though because as soon as she entered the room it stilled. Quinn stood there like a deer got in headlights ready to turn around and bolt.
Rachel being the noisy diva she was, was the first person to jump out of her seat and engulf Quinn in a tight bear hug. "Quinn it's so good to see you back. I was extremely worried when you didn't return to school on Monday!"
Quinn cries out in pain as Rachel unknowingly squeezes her bruised ribs. Rachel pulls back startled, "Oh my gosh I'm sorry Quinn! Did I hurt you?"
Quinn shakes her head backing away until she's leaning on the wall, "I injured my ribs when I fell and I have some cuts that needed stitches."
Rachel chewed her lip, her big brown eyes tearing, "I so sorry, I didn't realize how badly you were injured." She gently takes her elbow and leads her to one of the empty sits, "You shouldn't have returned until next week. I never bruised my ribs but I have bruised my tail bone before and it took longer than a few days to completely recuperate."
Quinn sits down gratefully, "Thank you but if I wanted to keep in the running for valedictorian than I can't miss that much school."
Rachel was about to give her a lecture on her health being more important than her academics when she saw a teasing glint in her eyes. Playing along Rachel rolls her eyes, "Honestly Quinn I head of you that only an incomplete would give you a chance to beat me."
"Really Yentl? I can arrange for a teacher to mysteriously loose one of your projects," a cold voice interrupts them.
Everyone snaps their eyes to the door, seeing a very pissed off Latina and a curious blonde.
Rachel groans closing her eyes tightly but Quinn jumped in and saved her, "It's perfectly fine San we were just messing around, she wasn't serious."
Santana glares at the diva, avoiding Quinn's puppy dog eyes. Those damn eyes should be considered illegal, Santana groans finally glancing in Quinn's direction. Her face instantly softens, "Fine I'll drop it for now but remember the rules Frodo."
Rachel rolls her eyes, "Yes Santana the new rules were very clear on the fact that Quinn was off limits to bullying. I think it's safe to say the whole school understands that."
Santana smiles a slightly manic smile walking to where her other blonde was sitting, "Good." She leans down kissing Quinn's cheek before sitting down one side of her and a warm blush spreads across her face. Brittany giggles kissing the other cheek settling on Santana's lap, ever since Santana basically told the Gleeks that was embracing her inner gay the Latina was much more affectionate at school and the tall blonde was loving it.
The rest of the club was taking in Quinn's glazed over expression and the HBICs nonchalant ones but no one was brave enough to question it unless you're brain dead. Like one Finn Hudson, "What the fuck was that?"
Santana glares at the over grown beanstalk, "What the fuck was what Chewbacca?"
"That kiss? What the hell was that about," fumes the quarterback.
Brittany shrugs smiling innocently, "I don't think I have to answer to you Finn so butt out."
Rachel jumps in before her boyfriend could make a bigger ass of himself, "Finn I believe Brittany is correct in saying that their friendship is none of your concern."
Finn turns his constipated baby face glare to his girlfriend, "What? I think you said something on Monday like whatever game those two re playing with Quinn effects the rest of us." He pouts looking very much like the three year old he acts like, "When they break her we're screwed for nationals this year."
Quinn sighs, "As much as I would like to believe that your concern is genuine Finn I have to call bullshit." Quinn lips curl into a mocking smile, "You didn't seem to care all that much about nationals last year when you and your lips screwed us over so please stop pretending that you give a damn for me." She winks at the grinning cheerios, "These two girls took care of me when I injured myself on Monday and other than Rachel and Mike none else seemed to care enough to call and find out what happened."
Santana frowns, she never told them that Berry called while she was out of commission but they never asked so it was their bad. They wanted to keep Quinn in a protective bubble but forgot that the outside world didn't stay away.
Mr. Schue impeccable timing defused the situation before Santana or Puck could slap Finn. he breezed into the grin with that creepy grin on his face, "Hey guys! Did everyone have time to finish their first assignments?" He stops in front of Quinn the creepiness increasing, "Quinn! I'm so glad that you're back after you left Monday I was afraid that you would drop out of the club."
Quinn squirms uncomfortably, "Uh no Mr. Schue I just needed to blow off some steam but I'm good now."
He claps his hands excitedly, "Great! Did the girls explain the assignment to you?" Quinn nods, "Wonderful. Rachel sit down I don't have time for your rants right now because than everyone won't have time to perform." Rachel flushes in embarrassment and Santana frowns again she never really paid attention to what an ass Schue could be to the annoying Chihuahua. "Okay in case anyone forget this song is about how you see yourself or how you think everyone sees you."
The rest of the club nods, "Okay who's first?" He intentionally ignores Rachel's raised hand and calls on Mercedes to sing first.
The black diva stands up grinning an belts out a powerful house performance of 'Natural Woman'. The Gleeks clap enthusiastically. Kurt stands up next and sings a playful version of 'Material Girl'. Schue stands in the background shaking his head not many of his students were taking this assignment seriously. Sam sang an okay version of 'Born To Be Somebody' and Sugar did fairly well with 'Price Tag' but Finn had no clue what he was singing when he sang 'Wanted dead or Alive'.
Rachel clearly frustrated jumps up to go next, "Since it's obvious that everyone took this assignment seriously I'm going next." She sighs going up to the band an talks with them softly, they all nod knowing the song. Rachel walks up to the center of the room waiting for the music to start.
"Threw you the obvious and you flew it on your back,

A name in your recollection, down among a million same."
She sways to the beat her eyes closed.
"difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed, and passed over

When I've looked right through, see you naked but oblivious."
Finn frowns wondering what this song was supposed to mean. He's never seen his girlfriend naked, so who has?
"And you don't see me.
"But I threw you the obvious, just to see if there's more behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel, eyes of a tragedy."
Rachel sighs Finn isn't getting the message at all. She looks around the room meeting Quinn's eyes. Hmm apparently she and the other two girls seem to be understanding her message.
"Here I am expecting just a little bit too much from the wounded
But I see, see through it all, see through, see you
"'Cause I threw you the obvious, to see what occurs behind the e
Eyes of a fallen angel, eyes of a tragedy, oh well."
Puck frowns Finn was his buddy but the boy was obviously stupid if he didn't understand what Rachel was trying to say. He looks at the his tiny Jewish princess thoughtfully, maybe he should try and get to know her better.
"Oh well apparently nothing.
Apparently nothing at all."
She stands in front of Finn with a sad smile on her face.
"You don't, you don't, you don't, see me."
She looks over to Mercedes quirking a brow who just crosses her arms scowling.
"You don't, you don't, you don't, see me."
Turning her attention to Kurt and the boy frowns looking down.
"You don't, you don't, you don't, see me."
Lastly she stands in front of Mr. Schue wearing the same sad smile.
"You don't see me
You don't, you don't, you don't, see me at all."
Santana looks up catching Rachel's eyes nodding slightly in acknowledgement she knows what it's like for people only seeing want they want to when it comes to her.
Mr. Schue clears his throat, "Thank you Rachel that was very good as always. This is what I was talking about people." He looks around the room as the rest of the club shifts uncomfortably. "Alright who's next?"
Brittany leans down kissing Santana cheek and squeezes Quinn's hand before bouncing up cheerfully, "I'll go next Mr. Schue." She smiles brightly at Rachel who went to go sit down next her confused boyfriend. She knew that they were going to have a fight later and she wasn't looking forward to it.
The band starts playing after Brittany had a short conversation with them.
"Take this pink ribbon off my eyes

I'm exposed

And it's no big surprise"
Santana grins grabbing ahold of Quinn's hand and leans into her softly. She loves to watch her baby move.
"Don't you think I know

Exactly where I stand

This world is forcing me

To hold your hand"
The clubs eyes widen in surprise, truth be told they never really thought much of Brittany other than her being another dumb blonde.
"'Cause I'm just a girl, little 'ol me

Don't let me out of your sight

I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite

So don't let me have any rights
"Oh...I've had it up to here!

The moment that I step outside

So many reasons"
Quinn looks over at Santana quizzically, the Latina leans over whispering, "People underestimate Brittany and sometimes it pisses her off.
"For me to run and hide

I can't do the little things I hold so dear

'Cause it's all those little things"
Quinn mouth forms an 'O' and she turns back to listen to the rest of the song.
"That I fear
"'Cause I'm just a girl I'd rather not be

'Cause they won't let me drive

Late at night I'm just a girl,

Guess I'm some kind of freak"
She looks at her teacher kind of glaring at the man. He stands up straighter appearing to be as confused as Finn. Brittany shakes her head sighing, she might be dumb but she's the best damn dancer in here aside from Mike but Schue refuses to listen to her suggestions on their routines.
"'Cause they all sit and stare

With their eyes
"I'm just a girl,

Take a good look at me

Just your typical prototype"
She turns to the rest of the club smirking slightly.
"Oh...I've had it up to here!

Oh...am I making myself clear?

I'm just a girl

I'm just a girl in the world...

That's all that you'll let me be!

I'm just a girl, living in captivity

Your rule of thumb

Makes me worry some
"I'm just a girl, what's my destiny?

What I've succumbed to Is making me numb

I'm just a girl, my apologies

What I've become is so burdensome

I'm just a girl, lucky me"
Brittany playfully points at Finn because she's still mad at him from earlier.
"Twiddle-dum there's no comparison"
Finn confused look turns to a pout and sits back crossing his arms while Rachel stifles her laughter, not wanting to anger her temperamental boyfriend more.
"Oh...I've had it up to!

Oh...I've had it up to!

Oh...I've had it up to here!"
Brittany giggles bowing to the applause before bouncing next her blonde maybe soon girlfriend. Santana leans over Quinn and Brittany meets her half way, giving each other a small kiss. Quinn swallows her body humming. They've been doing this all week touching and kissing each other over her brushing up against her body making her tremble and ache.
Santana pulls back winking at Quinn before going up to the piano. She gestures for Brad to move and the older man does reluctantly. She looks over to a surprised group, smirking devilishly, "Yeah I play the piano so fucking what. And I play the guitar, violin and bass deal with it."
Quinn smiles at the Latina, she and Brittany continue to surprise her every day. She's enjoys learning new things about these girls an they're holding to their promise on not rushing her on anything. They hold her hand when they all sit around watching tv or they put her in the middle when they go to sleep. She did try to move to the guest room but Brittany's pout and Santana's sad brown eyes are definitely her kryptonite.
Brittany looks at Quinn smiling softly, they're taking down her walls brick by brick so maybe there's hope for her after all. She tugs Quinn gently and the shorter blonde rest her head on the taller girl's shoulder letting Santana's voice wash over them.
"I can't stand to fly

I'm not that naïve

I'm just out to find

the better part of me"
She looks up smiling at her blondes who smiled back at her widely.
"I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane

more than just some pretty face beside a train

it's not easy to be me"
Finn's brain hurts between Rachel's song and Brittany's he so confused. Does Santana actually think that she's a super hero? That's completely fucked up, man.
"I wish that I could cry

fall upon my knees

find a way to lie

about a home I'll never see
"It may sound absurd, but I'm not that naïve

even heroes have the right to bleed"
Quinn breath catches in throat yes she's never really looked at Santana or Brittany or even Rachel and saw that they were in pain like her.
"I may be disturbed, but won't you concede

even heroes have the right to dream

It's not easy to be me"
Mercedes huffs these white girls actually think they monopolize pain and insecurity. Yes she knows that Santana is Mexican or Cuban or whatever the fuck she is but she stills considers her to be a sellout. She's popular so what the hell is she complaining about?
"Up, up and away, away from me

it's all right, you can sleep sound tonight

I'm not crazy, or anything
"I can't stand to fly

I'm not that naïve

men weren't meant to ride

with clouds between their knees"
Quinn chuckles softly making Brittany duck her head down an unasked question in her eyes. The shorter of the two whispers in her ear, "Superman has always been my favorite hero. I dunno but I can somehow see Santana has him or her, whatever."
Brittany covers her mouth giggling but nods, yeah Santana has always been her hero rescuing her when she needs it.
"I'm only a woman in a silly red sheet

digging for kryptonite on this one way street

only a woman in a funny red sheet

looking for special things inside of me"
Puck's chest puffs out he's proud of his lesbro, he thought that she was going to sing some stupid song like the rest of them. Ha, she showed them how badass she is and let all that emotional shit she usually keeps bottled up in school fly.
"Inside of me

inside of me

Yeah inside of me

inside of me
"I'm only a woman in a funny red sheet

I'm only a woman looking for a dream

I'm only a woman in a funny red sheet

And it's not easy
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm

It's not easy to be me"
Rachel stands up clapping surprised and pleased by both of cheerios song choices, "That was excellent Santana! I say that should be a solo for sectionals or even regionals. It was very moving."
Santana stands up blushing slightly, "It's how I roll midget."
The brunettes grin at each other for the first time they actually understood one another but of course Finn had to ruin the happy moment.
"Dude so you think that you're like a fucking super hero or something," confusion evident in his voice.
The Latina rolls her eyes and walks back to her girls, but it was Rachel who answers. "No obviously she doesn't believe she's a super hero. The song was stating to the fact that like Clark Kent Santana wears a disguise so none can see the real her."
Finn furrows his brow, "I still don't get it, you're not a hero maybe you should've just sang that song 'Bitch' because you are like a huge bitch."
Santana turns to him growling but before she could slap him Puck kicks his chair out from under him, "Dude that's bullshit and uncalled for just because you're too stupid to get the meaning of the song doesn't give you the right to act like an ass."
"Alright Puck that's enough," Mr. Schue stands in front of the boys. "Finn has a right to express his opinion as much as anyone else in the room."
Rachel stands up to her full 4 feet scowling, "Honestly Mr. Schue how is Finn being dense and name calling expressing an opinion. I don't see you reprimanding him for calling Santana a bitch but heaven forbid Puck calling him an ass."
Finn gives her a wounded look and pouts pitifully, Rachel just rolls her eyes yep she's in for a long argument later. Not that she cares very much right now because getting back together with him at the end of the school year last year was a mistake. She just didn't want to be alone but that was no excuse to put herself through the contest bickering an bitching that comes with being with Finn.
Mr. Schue backs a step away, "Alright I see your point Rachel but everyone needs to calm down and breath." He pausing inhaling deeply and exhaling, "We still a few more songs and times running short so who's next?"
One by one the rest of club performs leaving the nervous blonde last. She's never really sang a solo so she's afraid that she'll choke or something.
Quinn clears her throat before standing up to sing. The cheerios squeeze her hand in encouragement and she smiles in thanks. Rachel tilts her head wondering what the girl was going to sing. Ever since the first day of school she's looked back and was ashamed of herself. She never took the time to try and befriend the girl because she was too busy being thankful over the fact that she wasn't the main target anymore. So whether the adorable nerd likes it or not she's going to be her friend. Hopefully Santana won't try and kick her butt because the Latina is overly protective of late.
Quinn adjust her glasses before grabbing an extra guitar, "Yes I play the guitar and piano as well although I don't play all the instruments that Santana does but I play very well. My uh sister taught me when I was little." Clearly her throat again, "Anyway this how I see me and how I think everyone else sees me."
She strums the guitar adjusting the strings until it sounds right to her then she begins to play a familiar tune.
"When you were here before

Couldn't look you in the eye

You're just like an angel

Your skin makes me cry"
Her face reds as she glances quickly at her cheerios when she realizes that she was staring at them the whole time. She frowns wondering when they became her cheerios rather than the cheerios.
"You float like a feather

In a beautiful world

I wish I was special

You're so fucking special"
Santana frowns not liking the song choice but she understands it all the same. They made her feel this way and that wasn't right. She is special, more special than the other kids save for herself and Brittany and fuck it Berry as well.
The band picks that moment to come in and join Quinn.
But I 'm a creep

I 'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?

I don't belong here
"I don't care if it hurts

I want to have control

I want a perfect body"
The cheerios both think that Quinn's body is perfect a little battered but perfect anyways.
"I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice

When I'm not around

You're so fucking special

I wish I was special
"But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?"
Quinn's voice waivers and she looks down, not wanting to see the pained confusion in her cheerios eyes.
"I don't belong here
"She's running out again

She's running out

She run, run, run, run,"
Quinn's bright green eyes snap up holding everyone's attention, sending chills down their backs. Her voice was so raw and broken that even Finn could understand the meaning of the words.
"Runnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

Runnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
Her voice breaks a little at the end of that note but it just makes it Rachel and Brittany want to cry. It was perfect.
"Whatever makes you happy

Whatever you want

You're so fucking special

I wish I was special"
A small heartbreaking smile plays around Quinn's lips almost as if it was impossible for her to realize that she's better than all of them. She's better than they will ever be.
"But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?

I don't belong here

I don't belong here"
When the last of the music died away everyone sat in stunned silence staring at the girl in front of them. Quinn swallows, tugging on her ear nervously her eyes searching around the room. But the quiet echoed loudly so she placed the guitar down and walks out of the room. Santana and Brittany shake out of their stupor and run after the girl while the rest of the group look at each other wondering how the hell did they damage this girl show much and not even know. They looked down lost in their own thoughts and even Finn had the decency to look a little ashamed.

A/N: Rachel's song was '3 Libras' by the perfect circle

Brittany's song was 'Just a Girl' by No Doubt

Santana's song was 'Superman(it's not easy)' by Five For Fighting

and Quinn's song was 'Creep' by Radiohead
Four of my all-time favorite songs ever.
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