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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: No I don't own Glee, it makes me sad. So very sorry that this took so long to get out but for some reason it didn't want to come out right. I'm satisfied with the chapter but it's not how I planned it out. On a side note I'm going on a mini hiatus in February and March so this is the last chapter until then. February is the time of year where I work two other jobs so I won't have any time to write. March…well I'm making it up to my son who I basically don't him see for a month. I will try to have another chapter out before I start on the 7th or if I managed to write between no sleep and work I'll post but no promises. Any questions comments feel free to pm me or ask me on tumblr. Alright kids on with the show.

Chapter four: Ten Steps Back

The club watched the cheerios run out the door after the broken Quinn Fabray. Each of the Gleeks was lost in their own thoughts. Mike and Tina were wondering the same thing, if it was too late to even try. Mercedes and Kurt were wondering what kind of juicy gossip they can get out of Quinn now that she has an in with the HBICs. It wasn't like they were blind to the pain that she was obviously in but it was about time that the cheerios were brought down to their level. Sam was thinking about how broken the blonde looked and that maybe he can save her because he always thought that she was cute but fear kept him away. Maybe he was the man to fix her, maybe. Artie well Artie was wondering if maybe he can get a date with Brittany but you know fear of the rest of his limbs kept him from voicing that particular thought.

Mr. Schue was trying to figure out what to do next. Maybe he should set up a conference with Quinn's mother. It's been nearly three years, if you count freshmen year, which he's been Quinn's teacher and he never saw anything wrong. He was wondering just how much he had missed and if any of them would tell him since he hasn't been the world's greatest teacher so far.

Puck and Rachel were at the edge of their seats debating on whether or not to run after the trio. Rachel knew she wasn't Quinn's friend but that doesn't mean that she shouldn't try. And okay maybe she was afraid of Santana but that shouldn't stop her from trying the reach out to the clearly broken girl. She was broken or crack so maybe they could help each other out and fix the broken pieces. She knew her boyfriend wasn't going to like it but as she told before school ended last year, it was only til the end of the year. She was going to New York and nothing is going to stop her not even her first love. So what if Finn doesn't like because she clearly made a mistake in taking him back. Puck wanting nothing more than to snatch up all three girls and lock them away until the pain went away. They've all been through so much in just a week. The girls told him very little because they didn't want to betray Quinn's confidence, he might not be book smart but he can read people and his people reading skills are screaming that Quinn needs protecting. So that's what he'll do, protect her and the other two girls, while they try and fix her.

Finn was seething on the inside because…well he's not sure why he's mad but it has something to do with those cheerios. They're always ruining everything he wants like Glee, the top of the social ladder and Rachel. He knows that they did something to her because she's never talked like this to him before. And that's totally not cool because he's the starting quarterback and the most popular guy in school. So he should be running things not talking orders from any one.

It was quiet in the room until Finn stood up abruptly knocking the chair over. The sound startled the rest of the grouping making them jump off their chairs. Finn glares at every one, "This is bullshit! This is all bullshit! So the little dyke sings one sad song and now everyone's feeling bad for her!"

He looks around the room disgusted, "If her life sucks so badly then it's all her fault! She shouldn't have waved her freak flag for every to see."

Rachel mouth hangs open as she stared him, "So what you're implying Finn is that if Quinn wasn't out than she would've had an easier time these past three years. And that all the bullying she went through is her fault? The name calling being pushed into lockers, the slushies and the hitting could've been avoided so therefore we shouldn't feel bad for the treatment she received?"

Finn nods pleased that Rachel was seeing things his way, "Yes exactly that Rach. I mean if she just stayed with the status quote than she would've been fine. And is she wanted to gay it up after high school than she could've done that in college or senior year like the cheerbitches and Kurt."

Rachel shocks her head; she was truly disgusted with the boy right now. She stands up slowly walking away from him until she reached the center of the room. She turned and faced him slowly, "So allow me to recap this just to be sure that I have everything correct."

Finn crossed his arms smiling not realizing the fact that if he opened his mouth again that Puck was going to punch his teeth down his throat. His fist curled into tight balls on his lap and the only thing stopping him from going medieval on Finn is the look on Rachel's face so he sat back waiting to see where this was going. Obviously Finnept couldn't tell that his girl was about to metaphorically beat his ass.

"You are saying that Quinn or Kurt should've kept their feeling and likes unwraps until…whenever? That the abuse they suffer is because of them and not the small minded nature of some of the jocks," Rachel says slowly. Finn nods smiling, he knew that Rachel saw things his way, "So in a sense all the abuse Quinn and Kurt receives and by extension my fathers as well, is all their own doing?"

For the first time Finn frowns, he's not liking Rachel's tone, "Something like that, if Quinn would've just shut and gone out with some guy instead of yelling 'I'm a dyke' in the middle of the halls than her high school life would've been easier. At least your fathers don't gay it up outside the house like Quinn so they don't get the abuse Quinn does."

The rest of the group gapped at him clearly shocked, "It's not that hard to understand Rach and I don't know why you're making a big deal out of it. Quinn was bullied boo who, so was Kurt, Mercedes, Tina and Artie you don't see them crying do you? Besides that's not the point we should be focusing on is how Santana and Brittany are screwing with Quinn's head."

Sam was the first person to snap out of his daze, "Dude what the hell are you talking about?"

Finn gives a long suffering sigh, "The cheerbitches! Screwing with Quinn's head! Duh dude, keep up, man Rach said it last week that they're up to something being all nice to her and that's going to screw with our chances at nationals."

Puck stood up slowly having heard enough, "Dude, I would shut the fuck up if I were you." Puck says in low dangerous tone, "The only thing that would fuck up our chances is if you don't keep your lips from swallowing my Jewish princess's face on stage." He stepped down moving closer to him, "And I'm only going to say this once, Finnidiot if you keep talking about my home girls like that I'm gonna rearrange your face."

Finn bulks slightly but he steps up until he's nose to nose with his friend, "Oh yeah what the hell are you going to do about it?"

Puck smirks, "Try me Dough Boy and you'll find out how serious I am."

Rachel looks to see if Mr. Schue will do his job and stop all this nonsense but the man was standing there with his mouth open like an idiot. Rachel sighs looking to the rest of the group but they looked like they were waiting to see who would throw the first blows. So Rachel squared her shoulders and squeezing in between the two boys. She put her hand on their chest moving them a fraction of an inch.

Puck frowns looking down to see big chestnut eyes staring into his own pleading to calm down. He might be an ass or douche bag but he would never hit or let a girl get in the way.

Finn frowns looking at the hand resting on his chest "Get out of the way Rach. I don't need you protecting me."

Rachel snaps out of her staring contest with Noah turning to look at her boyfriend's angry eyes, "I'm not protecting you Finn, I'm sure that you can adequately fight your own battles but as this barely the first month of our senior year, I don't think a suspension will look good on your records."

Puck smirks, "Adequately? Finn couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag Rae, but don't worry, I won't hurt him that much."

Finn growls pushing Puck, "You're an asshole Puck, just because you get sucked off by those cheerwhores doesn't make you better than everyone."

Puck looks down at Rachel winking, "No the fact that I'm a better football player than you makes me better than you. Hell I'm a better friend then you are Finn. All you ever do is bitch and whine about how everything's so hard for you. You know what I'm tired of listening to you tear down other people because your jealous."

Finn scoffs, "Jealous of what?"

"Jealous that I'm popular and you're still a no body. Jealous that I can get a girl to drop their panties while my Jewish Princess here doesn't even let you tap second," he looks down at the flushed diva. "Sorry Rae but for the last three years I had to listen to him complain about it. I don't blame you though if you don't want to do it then you shouldn't. Unlike Finny boy here I don't believe in pressuring someone before they're ready."

Rachel looks, "Does he really say things like that Noah?"

Finn whines interrupting, "Aw come Rach don't act surprised that I talk about it. You know that I get razzed about being the only guy not getting any on the time."

Puck sneers, "Oh so that shit you said last week that Rachel's finally gonna give it up this weekend was all talk again?" Rachel straightens her shoulders as her mouth drops open, "That's right Princess ol' finny boy was telling the whole locker room that he's going to pop your cherry."

Rachel turns to Finn, "Is this true Finn?"

Finn backs away, "You know what I'm done with this crap and listening to his lies. Rach get your things and let's go," he stares at her when she doesn't move. He yells, "Now get your shit and let's go!"

Rachel lets her hand drop from Puck's chest, "Excuse me?"

Finn snaps his fingers, "Go. Now. Rachel, should I say it slower for you to understand?"

Rachel laughs in disbelief, "Am I an animal that you can order around now Finn? I don't think so. I refuse to be your punching bag when things don't go your way. And even if I wasn't otherwise engaged I still wouldn't leave with you because at the moment I very angry with you."

Puck smirks throwing an arm around her shoulder, "Besides Finnept me and Jewish hotness here has a date tonight."

"Noah! Please stop antagonizing my boyfriend. Now Finn we obviously don't have a date but we do have to get together to complete the next assignment," Rachel corrects before her boyfriend could get any angrier. "But when we do get together then we will discuss this sudden attitude of yours. And these private matters you wish to air out in public…"

Her voice trails off as Finn kicks over a chair and stomps out of the room. Rachel clears her throat, "Well that didn't go the way I thought it would, but I'll speak to him later after he's had time to calm down." She turns around to glare at Puck, "As for you Noah your commentary wasn't appreciated because now my boyfriend's feelings are hurt and I'm the one that has to deal with it."

Puck just smiles "Don't worry so much Princess, just tell Finnocence that he's the king of the world and he'll get over it. No harm no foul."

Rachel rolls her eyes before turning her glare to the teacher, "As for you Mr. Schue instead of standing there like a tree maybe you can help next time before two of your students come to blows." She waves her hands helplessly, "As for the rest of you thank you for nothing. And you know what Noah since this is all a joke to you then you can finish this assignment on your own."

Noah struggles to keep in his laughter knowing that Rachel probably won't appreciate. He never noticed it before but Rachel looks pretty damn hot all huffy and angry. He along with the rest of the club watched Rachel slam out of the room.

Will clears his throat but his voice was still hoarse, "Well I think it's safe to say that this meeting is dismissed…"

The cheerios burst out of the door looking everywhere but Quinn wasn't anywhere to be found. Santana growls kicking the door as hard as she could but she ended up hurting her foot. Cursing the Latina takes off her shoe and rubs her aching toe. Brittany sighs as she rubs Santana's back gently trying to calm her down. Brittany smiles down at Santana her expressive blue eyes sad and it breaks her heart to see her girl's normally happy eyes looking at her like that. Just like it feels like a kick in the gut every time Quinn's haunted hazel eyes stare at her she wanted nothing more than take away all that pain. But it seems like every time they think that they're getting somewhere with Quinn, they have to take twenty more steps back again.

Santana smiles, but it comes out more of a grimace, looking up into the crystal baby blues she loves so much. "Where do you think she went, babe?" she asks softly.

Brittany shoulders droop, "I don't know but hopefully Q went to your house instead of her own."

Santana wraps her arms around Brittany's lithe body burying her face in the blonde's neck, "And if she doesn't?"

Brittany sighs wrapping her arms around Santana automatically, "Maybe she needs time to think because it can't be very easy baring your soul or whatever for everyone to see. You should know Tana, I could tell you wanted to run as well."

Santana smirks kissing the delicious tasting flesh, "You know me so well baby."

Brittany smiles kissing her dark hair, "I should since I've known you forever." She lets her arms fall, "Come on Tana lets go find our wayward sweet heart."

Santana pulls back before kissing her sweetly on the lips and laces their fingers together. They walk to the car each lost in their own thoughts. They almost missed the blonde head curled into a small ball by Santana's car. Brittany was the first one to spot her and stopped abruptly. Santana was looking down at her feet and didn't notice why Brittany stopped. She looks at her girlfriend frowning, "What's wrong babe?"

Brittany nods her head in the direction of the car and Santana follows her gaze finally seeing the shaking shoulders of Quinn. Santana kisses Brittany's fingers before letting, she approaches the car slowly. Sitting next to Quinn, the shorter girl didn't even acknowledge her. Santana carefully puts on arm around her shoulders. The careful movement made Quinn stiffen for a second before she collapses on top of the brunette.

Santana brought her other arm around pulling the girl closer, "Shhh baby its okay we've got you. I swear no one's going to hurt you as long as I'm standing with you."

Brittany kneels down in front of them tentatively touching her knee, "Are you okay sweetie? What do you need?"

Quinn shakes her head and speaks but her voice was muffled on Santana's chest. Brittany smiles softly stroking the knee with her thumb, "Hey silly girl I understand Tana's ghetto just fine but I didn't understand that."

Quinn sniffs tilting her head to the side, "I'm so embarrassed, I've never been one to be emotional in front of anyone before. But I practically laid everything for the whole club to see, so I'm really embarrassed."

Santana laughs quietly, "You're not the only one preciosa I did the same them. Unless you're you or B I don't do emotions too messy." She runs a hand through the messy blonde hair, "If anyone of those bitches say anything than I'll kick their ass."

Brittany shakes her head in mock exasperation, "Do you see what I have to put up with Quinnie? I need you to help me keep Tana in line."

Quinn lips curl into a small smile and looks up at the other blonde shyly, "Are you sure that you want to put up with me? I have a lot of baggage and none of its pleasant."

Santana cups her cheek silently urging Quinn to look up at her. Quinn bites her lip looking at Santana hesitantly, "I'm going to keep saying this until you start believing it…I love you. Brittany loves you. Hell our parents love you. You're a beautiful girl that's worth everything that we have to offer and more."

Brittany leans over until she's resting her forehead on Quinn's, "You're probably too good for us but that doesn't mean we're going to stop trying. It's not a matter of putting up with you it's you healing yourself and us helping as much as we can. If the club, your parents can't see what a wonderful woman you're going to be then fuck 'em. You have us…"

"And as much as I hate to say it you have Yentl and Asian and Puck on your side too," Santana adds.

Quinn swallows nuzzling Santana's hand and kisses Brittany's nose, "I'm starting to believe you but please be patient with me if I slide back a few paces."

Brittany pecks Quinn's lips quickly, "I'm in love with Santana López, so that means I have all the patients in the world."

Santana pouts, "What's that supposed to mean B? I'm a sweetheart, an angel in fact you're lucky that I love you." Quinn moves he head smiling at the huge pout on Santana's face, "Damn blondes…sure their hot but they're pain in my ass…" she scowls at Quinn, "Laugh it up chuckles I will have my revenge."

Quinn lifts her brow, "Death by tickles?"

Brittany laughs standing up, "Don't mock the tickles Quinnie, they've been known to be lethal. Just me Santana means business if she's bringing up the heavy guns."

Quinn giggles letting Brittany pull her up still surprised at how strong she is. She flinches at the dull ache in her side, they haven't completely healed yet and she's going to be sore later. Santana holds up her hand waiting for a hand up smirking when Brittany hauls her up as if she weighs nothing at all. Call her crazy but she always found it hot when Brittany shows her strength.

Quinn looks down bashfully, "I need to go to my Mom's house because I forgot ask you to bring something there the first time and if I don't get it I'm sure that my mother will throw it away."

Santana shrugs, "Sure that's no problem." She tilts her head thoughtfully, "Do you mind me asking what it is?"

Quinn shuffles her feet, "It's a song book and my guitar. You probably missed it because I have to hide it…"

Santana smiles at Brittany, both thinking about how cute Quinn is, "That's not going to be a problem babe. We should get the rest of the things that you don't want to lose anything else because your mother is a psycho nut job."

Quinn smiles sadly, "Yeah she would toss all my stuff out on the streets if it the rest of the neighborhood wasn't so nosey. She thinks appearance means everything."

Santana rubbed a gently hand down the blonde's arm, "Is that why we never saw anything? I-I-I mean like bruises or something…"

Quinn nods looking at her feet, "Yeah…"

Brittany frowns she's not a violent person, she's never been but she would love to get her hands on Mrs. Fabray. To comfort her as much as Quinn, Brittany wrapped her arms around the slender waist taking care not to irate the still healing cuts. Quinn jumped, still not used to how affectionate the HBICs really are outside of school. But she relaxed into the hold and snuggled into the warm body behind her. She didn't see it but she could practically feel the grin spread across the sweet blonde's face. Santana grin was as wide and as bright as her girlfriends. It took a while but Quinn is really starting to relax and be as affectionate back. It was still a little disheartening to see how skittish she can get but 9 times out of 10 Quinn allowed small displays of affections more and more.

Santana was literally bouncing up and down on her toes, "Well come on mi' ladies. I have a quick stop before we get back to my house. That surprise for Brittany is finally umm…ready." She winks at Quinn, "Don't worry I think that you're going to like it as much as B." She unlocks the doors and opens the back for the blondes with a playful bow, "After you Princess Quinn and Queen B."

Quinn smiles mischievously, "Why am I only a princess and Britt's a queen?"

Santana snickers, "Because Britt's always been the queen. If case you missed it Britt-Britt runs the show and we all just fall in line."

Brittany shrugs a shoulder refusing to let go of Quinn so soon. She's way too comfortable and who knows when she going to be able to hold her this close to Quinn. And she smells nice, like blueberries or maybe lavender she can't really tell. She takes a discreet sniff of Quinn's hair, hmmm definitely blueberries. Oh man, now she wants some blueberry pancakes.

Quinn frowns trying to look back at Brittany like she was crazy, "Did you just smell my hair Britt?"

Brittany reddens, "Um…maybe." Quinn gives her a 'what the fuck' look and she laughs embarrassed, "Um well you see…uh you smell nice like pancakes or muffins and I wasn't sure what it was…"

Quinn chuckles kissing her cheek, "You're cute B that's one of the things I love about you."

Brittany grins, "Love? You love me?"

Quinn clears her throat, "About you…" She turns around in Brittany's arms, "But maybe I kind like you…a little."

Brittany smirks rubbing her nose on Quinn's neck, inhaling deeply, "Well I'm just going to have to try and change that to a lot."

Santana was watching with a small smile on her face because both of her blondes are so fucking adorable. But it's getting later and she needs to get to that place to get that surprise. She sighs, "My blondes I hate to interrupt your adorkableness but we needs to go if we want to get there on time."

Brittany pouts and reluctantly releases Quinn so the shorter blonde to jump inside the car. Quinn smiles at Santana and kissed her chin making Santana gasp a little at how close she came to kissing her lips. Quinn blushes ducking into the car looking very proud of herself at her bold move maybe there's hope for the three of them after all. Bahh who's she kidding she's in love with the HBICs. She's always been its too soon for that though but damn those two make it hard to keep a distance.

Santana touches her chin with a dreamy expression on her face that if anyone other than Brittany saw they would've been fascinated by the softer side of the HBIC. Brittany chuckles kissing her lips softly "Wake up baby."

Santana smiles sheepishly, "I'm awake." She shakes her head, "Get that pretty ass in the car woman."

Brittany winks bouncing in the back with Quinn. Her cuddle time got interrupted and that's just not good. She's a cuddle monster and since her Tana is driving her Quinnie is going to have to do it until she can get her Santana hugs but she's not mad. Nope Quinn hugs are just as good as Santana hugs and they both smell nice.

Quinn looks up surprised that Brittany joined her in the back because she's usually up front with Santana but seeing that she's a tight vice grip she gets why. Brittany being a cuddle monster doesn't surprise her but Santana does. Most of the time this week Quinn went to bed alone but somehow during the night she wake up with a brunette hanging on her back and a blonde's face in between her boobs. It made her uneasy at first but after a couple of nights she got used to it and after that she gave up all pretenses and just went to Santana's room to sleep even when Brittany had to go home. This week with the girls in Santana's home has been the best night's sleep she's had in years. So maybe it was time to let them know how much she appreciates them and everything that they do for her.

Santana leans inside smiling at her girls, "Okay next stop surprise for my babies and then to your mom's house Q."

Before Quinn could answer there was a loud bang at the doors. All three girls look to the front of the school to see Finn storm out red faced and ready to blow. Quinn closed her eyes trying to shake off the familiar feeling that it brought back. She's not at home with her mother so no one was going to hurt her. Brittany frowned wondering why Finn looked ready to kill someone. Santana smirked wondering what Puck did to get Jolly Mushroom Face's panties in a bunch.

Santana looked at the blondes to make a joke but noticed how pale Quinn had become and the way her body was shaking. She kneel next Brittany and cups Quinn's face, "Hey sweetie…come back to me to us." She whispered, "I'm right here next to you and no one's ever going to hurt you again."

Brittany gently pulled Quinn on her lap Quinn responded by burying her face in Brittany's shoulder. Both girls rubbed soothing circles until the shaking stopped. Quinn whimpered burrowing closer into Brittany was as if she was trying to crawl inside her body. She barely heard the girls whispering in her ear but her body finally stopped shaking and her heart started beating at a normal pace.

"Quinn? Baby are you okay?" She nodded but didn't lift her head.

"Can you look at me?" She shook her head.

Santana sighed, "Please…"

Quinn swallowed turning her head so she can see Santana. The Latina smiled, "There's those pretty hazel eyes…" She tucked a strained behind her ear, "It was just Finn and that idiot is long gone. He's not going to hurt because I won't let him. He'll have to go through me and Brittany and Puck too."

Quinn bit her lip, "I-I know but it still scared me for second and I guess I panicked."

Brittany lifted her head until blue was staring into hazel green, "It's okay if you panic because me and Santana will be right here to hold you until you come back to us."

Brittany inched closer giving Quinn time to turn away if she wanted too. Quinn gasped when Brittany's lips touched hers and it felt like electricity was running throughout her body. It was the softest kiss she ever had. Brittany felt like her lips were on fire and the air left her lungs. She thought it would be weird kissing someone that wasn't Santana but it left just the same. She moved her lips across Quinn's not deepening the kiss. Not wanting to push to far too soon but it still was perfect. Quinn sighed lifting her head when the kiss came to an end.

"Wow," Quinn whispers.

Brittany nods breathing heavily, "Definitely wow."

Santana was watching moaning in her head she thought it would be weird watching her girl kiss another girl even though they both in love with the other girl, but hell no it was freaking hot. And hell she wanted a kiss to damn it, it was her turn. Santana licked her lips lifting up Quinn's chin inching closer like Brittany did. As much as she wanted the kiss she wouldn't force the issue if Quinn wasn't ready yet. Quinn sighs closing her eyes when Santana's lush lips touched hers. Perfect just like Brittany's.

The kiss ended and Santana's body was humming, "Hmmm wow that was awesome."

Quinn sighed falling back into Brittany and she tightened her hold. Brittany was grinning ear to ear because this was good Quinn was falling for them more and more every day. Quinn giggles she's never felt this giddy before but then again Quinn never kissed someone that she was in love with.

Brittany kissing Quinn's cheek, "You're a definite wow with the sweet lady kisses Quinn. We should've done that a long time ago."

Santana nods, "Yeah like the first day we saw Quinn…" She leans forward kissing Brittany until breathing became an issue, "Hmmm another definite wow if this is any indication for the rest of my life than I'm going to die a happy woman."

Brittany giggles, "I second that…"

Santana groans, "Damn it we have to go…"

She sighs kissing both girls again before jumping into the front seat. She smiles pulling out of the parking lot. Her body still felt like it was on fire and her lips were tingling. She knew kissing Quinn was going to be good but she wasn't completely ready to the feeling burning in her stomach. It was too soon to push for more and too fast to jump over the seat and try to jump her bones. As satisfying as that would be she didn't want to scare off the skittish blonde.

"Isn't that Rachel?"

Santana frowns narrowing her eyes, "I think so B but why is she walking instead of catching a ride with her mentally challenged idiot."

Brittany shrugs kissing Quinn's forehead, smiling down at the dozing girl, "Maybe we should pick her up it looks like it's going to rain."

Santana groans already slowing down, "Do we have to? Come on babe I won't even drive over a puddle, I swear."

"Santana…"

Santana sighs, "Fine! You're lucky that I love you, woman."

She pulls to a stop alongside of curb while Brittany rolls down the window, "Hey Rae!"

Rachel turns around startled, "Santana, Brittany…can I help you with something?"

Santana growls "Get in the car."

"Excuse me?"

"Get in the damn car before I change my mind!"

Rachel swallows getting into the car is an equivalent of going into the lion's den to Rachel. She huffs, getting into the lion's den with a slab of beef hanging from my neck. She walks to the car cautiously as if Santana would laugh peeling away leaving Rachel where she started. When she peaked into the back she frowned at the picture there. It must have been a trick of the light or something because Brittany cuddling with a sleeping Quinn Fabray in the back while Santana chauffeurs is not something you see every day.

"Is there a problem Tiny Tim?"

Rachel jumps slightly, "Um n-n-n-o-o-o everything's fine." She sits down and buckles her seat belt, "Um thank you for the lift Santana you really didn't have to do this. I really appreciate this from the looks of it, it was about to rain."

Santana sighs, "Just shut up Berry. I didn't offer you a ride to listen to you babble. The only reason is because Brittany asked me, so do us a favor and shhhh." She smirks when Rachel quickly shuts her mouth, "There silence, its beautiful Berry."

"Santana be nice," Brittany admonishes gently as Santana puts the car back on drive.

Santana glances in the mirror, "This is me being nice B otherwise I'll through her out the car while its moving."

Rachel flushes looking down, "If my house is out of your way than I'll be happy to walk Santana."

Santana glares at her before turning her eyes back to the road, "If your trouble than I wouldn't have stopped so shhhh." She tilts her head, "Actually what the hell happened when we left? We saw Finnidiot run out of the school like someone told him it was a two for one sale at the Chicken Shack."

Rachel clears her throat, "Well it appears that Finn is having a hard time believing that your new found friendship with Quinn is an honest one. But as I told him and Puck as well, it's none of his concern. He obviously didn't take to kindly on being reprimanded in front of the club."

Santana drums her fingers on the steering wheel clearly agitated, "Really he said that?" Rachel plays with her fingers nervously nodding. Santana grins, "I guess Finnocence needs to be reminded why I'm in charge of the school and not him." She looks over at the diva briefly, "Don't worry I won't leave any permanent damage on your boy toy."

Rachel clears her throat, "At the moment I'm inclined to look the other way because I don't condone the way Finn acted and whatever consequences he gets he deserves."

Santana smiles, "Well look at that kitten has claws. Who would've thought? And here I was thinking that you just lay down and took whatever Finn gave you."

"I'm not a pushover Santana," Rachel replies softly. "Especially not where Finn is concerned I may seem like it but I do not like fighting or airing out my dirty laundry for the whole school to see. Any and all arguing I do is in the privacy of my home."

Santana nods understanding, "I get that Berry. I like my privacy which is why I, we never told anyone about our relationship. So yeah you Berry for having the lady balls to put yourself out there and be you instead of being like everyone else."

Rachel flushes at a loss for words, "I…I don't know what to say which is odd for me as you well know."

Santana smirks, "That's just how I roll Berry, making women speechless is my specialty."

Brittany laughs softly, "Its true Rachel she does have that ability."

Santana blows her a kiss, "So still me where your house is Berry or do you expect me to just drive around all day."

"Oh, I'm actually a few houses down from Quinn," Rachel replies turning around to stare at the sleeping blonde. "She's had a trying week hasn't she with her accident and the club. It was a bit much for her, wasn't it?"

Brittany nods, "Yes it's been a…hectic week for all of us but thank god it's almost over."

Santana chuckles, "Understatement babe definitely an understatement."

Rachel looks at her strangely causing Santana to frown, "What the hell are you staring at midget?"

Rachel shakes her head, "You're quite different outside of school aren't you Santana."

Santana smirks, "Don't let it get around the school Berry or you'll be the first person I beat."

Rachel smiles, "Somehow I think I'm safe as long as I stay on the blondes' good side."

Santana guffaws, "No bitch I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent and do you know what happens at the Heights?" Rachel shakes her head fighting a smile, "Cosa mala, pequeña. So laugh all you want but I'm the biggest badass in the school."

Rachel points to a modest house a block down from Quinn's, "That's me and no I wouldn't dare tell anyone about you're actually being a softy. Not that anyone would believe me anyway."

Santana turns off the engine, "You know what Berry? You're not that bad when you bring your psycho down a few notches."

"I'll take that as a complement whether or not it was attended to be," Rachel teases. She looks around sighing in relief that Finn's truck was nowhere to be seen but neither were her daddies. They must still be at the hospital.

"Alright take it how you want," Santana taunts. "We all know that you're delusional."

Quinn groans waking up from her nap, "Where are we?"

Rachel turns around again smiling at her, "Santana and Brittany were so kind as to give me a ride home and it appears that Brittany fell asleep with you."

Quinn laughs, "I'm comfy I guess or she's comfy since I'm on her lap."

Santana smirks, "Brittany just has that soothing effect on people. She balances out my crazy and you balance my harshness I guess."

Quinn smiles trying to slide off Brittany's lap without waking her up, "You're not that that harsh Santana despite what you want people to think."

Rachel nods, "I agree but I should get inside before it starts to rain and you three must have other plans."

Santana shrugs, "Nothing to pressing I just need to grab something for Brittany and Quinn needs some things from her house." She sees Rachel's look, "Quinn is staying with me while her mother is out of town since her, uh accident happened earlier in the week and my father thought it would be best for her to have help."

Quinn nods, "Yes Mom is out of town and I'm clumsy and I ride a skateboard not a good combination."

Rachel frowns not really believing this but it wasn't her place to say anything, "Well you three have a good weekend and try not to agitate your injuries. And Santana your secret is safe with me," she winks getting out of the car.

Santana chuckles, "She's not that bad when she's acting normal instead of a diva."

Quinn laughs leaning over the chair to kiss her cheek, "You're really a sweetheart aren't you?"

Santana rolls her eyes, "Between you and Brittany, you're really killing my rep both of you but it's okay because I love you."

Quinn smiles bashfully, "I-I-I…thank you."

Santana reaches back awkwardly to cup her cheek, "I know you can't say it now but I know you do. It's okay I can wait, I'm a patient woman."

Quinn bites her lip, "Thank you."

Santana winks turning back around and starts up the car, "Yup definitely ruining my rep Fabray."

The short distance to Quinn's house was quiet and peaceful and the only sound was Brittany's light snoring. She could do this. She wants this, here with these girls. Santana makes her feel safe and protected which she hasn't had in a long time. Brittany makes her feel peaceful and loved other things that she hasn't felt in a long time. So yes she can do this.

"Did you want me to go in with you?"

Quinn shakes out of her daze, "No I just need a few things from my room. It shouldn't take more than five minutes besides Britt's knocked out still."

Santana nods, "Okay I'll be waiting."

Quinn gets out and jogs to the front door remembering to grab the spare she had hidden from when her Mom took away her keys. The door closes behind her and the smile on her face falls, when she comes face to face with her nightmare.

"Lucy where the fuck have you been," Judy sneers.

Santana sat in the car and her concern started to grow because something seemed off. She didn't know what it was but something was off. She glances at the time, Quinn's only been gone for two minutes. Sighing she glances to the back seat and sees Brittany curled into a little ball. She makes the decision to go see what was taking Quinn so long. When she gets out she makes sure that all the doors are locked and walks to the door. She turns the knob to finding that Quinn left it unlocked. She frowns, hearing a light thump when she stuck her head in the house. Her heart started pounding remembering how she found Quinn here the last she walked in this house.

"No oh no no no," Santana chants sprinting to the study to see Judy hovering over Quinn. Who was sitting in a chair hold her cheek and her lip was bleeding. Santana stands shell shocked listening to the older woman berate her girl.

"I expect my house to be spotless," Judy screams. "I also expect my ungrateful daughter to be home when I get home."

Santana snaps to attention when she sees the older woman bring her hand back to slap the girl again. She starts to scream in Spanish as she grabs Judy by the throat slamming her into a nearby wall. Judy gasps clawing at the hand holding her tightly by the throat.

"Never touch my Quinn again," she threatens in a low dangerous growl. "I swear to god I'll expose you to the whole fucking world as the abusive bitch you are if you lay one more hand on my girl."

Judy glares, "Who the fuck to do you think you are threatening me in my own house."

Santana squeezes her hand making the woman gasp for air, "Me? I am your worst fucking nightmare the next and the next time you lay a hand on my girl I will fucking kill you."

Quinn circles her waist trying to pull her off but she wouldn't budge, "Tana please stop it's not worth it. She's not worth getting in trouble over."

Santana loosens her hold when Judy started to turn purple, "No babe don't worry I'm not going to do anything stupid but I am going to have a nice long chat with Mama Fabray. So why don't you get the rest of your things and we'll wait right here until you're done."

Quinn tugs on her ear, "Don't kill my Mom okay? She sucks and everything but I don't want you going to jail or anything."

Santana smiles innocently finally letting go of Judy and she's falls to the floor. "See hands to myself sweetie." She kisses the pale cheeks, "Go finish getting your things and then we can go before that place I needs to get to closes."

Quinn swallows looking at her mother on the floor rubbing her sore throat, "O-o-okay I'll be right back but please…"

"Scouts honor, sweetie no dismembering or otherwise harming your bitch of a mother," Santana cuts in. "So please hurry or else I might not be able to control myself."

Santana watches until Quinn disappears up the stairs before turning back to the woman that laid her hands on her Quinn. She smiles, "So introductions are in order right? I'm Santana López and you're Judy Fabray, great now we know each other and we can talk like friends." She pulls Judy up to her feet roughly, "Santana López you better remember that fucking name because if Quinn ever shows up with a bruise or even a fucking hang nail you are going to have a lot to answer for."

She pushes Judy down to sit in the chair that Quinn was just sitting in, "The only thing saving you from me putting ever bruise, cut and fractured rib that Quinn has on you is the fact that I don't want to scare her. So if I were you I would forget about ever seeing or hearing from Quinn again."

Judy sneers, "So the little bitch went crying to you? Oh boo hoo my life sucks my mommy hates me."

Santana growls getting in her face, "No Quinn didn't tell me anything. She hasn't told anyone anything but I saw her lying in pool of her own blood. A mess that you left her in and bitch you're sick and twisted and you don't deserve to have a daughter like Quinn."

Judy laughs, "I don't deserve that little bitch she's a burden that I regret having every day for the last four years. You're welcome to take her, let her ruin your life likes she's ruined mine."

Santana slams her hand next to Judy's head, "I would quit talking if I were you Judy and listen." Judy looks frightened for the first time since Santana let go of her throat, "No phone calls. No visits. If you see Quinn walking down the road than cross to the other side of the street. If she ever wants to see you she'll indicated the contact. And if I ever see you lay your hands on her again, every mark you put on her, I'll put on you. Me entendes?"

Quinn walks in carrying a guitar case and two other bags, "Uh, is everything…I have everything so are you ready to go?" She looks everywhere but at her Mom's face, "I have what I needed so we…"

Santana smiles walking to her grabbing the bags from her, "Here let me your ribs are still healing and yes I'm ready to go but Judy hasn't answered me yet." She turns around smiling at the older blonde sweetly, "Do we have an understanding Judy?"

Judy nods going to the liquor cabinet, "Oh trust me honey I don't want to see Quinn again but she's going to need to come back here the week of her birthday so we can get our money."

Santana glances at Quinn, "She's right, Tana."

Santana shrugs, "Then either me or Brittany is staying here with you until everything's settled."

Judy swallows down her scotch, "After that I swear I'll never contact your little bitch again."

Santana grinds her teeth but Quinn's pleading look stops her from strangling the woman, "Just make sure that you keep your promise because I have pictures of what you did to her that night. If you don't want to go to jail than stay the fuck away from my girl."

Judy holds her hands up, "The less I see her the better it is for me."

Quinn tugs on Santana's arm, she's used to Judy's verbal bitch slaps but they still stung, "Can we go now please? Brittany's probably starting to wake by now."

Santana smiles at her nodding, "Of course."

The teenagers leave Judy standing there nursing her glass but she had to get one more parting shot, "She's not little miss innocent you know? Just ask her what happen to Frannie and Russell, maybe than you'll understand my side of this."

Quinn quickens her steps to the car wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. Santana frowns following the questions on the tip of her tongue.

Brittany wakes up with a jolt when Quinn crawls into her lap shaking again automatically pulling her close. Brittany rubs her eyes, "What I miss? What happened?"

Santana slams the door after she puts the bags in the trunk, "Her mother was home."

Quinn buries her face in Brittany's neck not saying anything. Brittany swallowed down a hot flash of anger, "Did she hurt you? Quinn? Santana what happened?"

Santana slams the car in reverse peeling out of the driveway, "I don't know I was still in the car when she went inside and something didn't feel right to me so I followed her inside." She tightens her grip on the steering wheel, "When I went inside I found her mother hovering over her. I need Daddy to check over her and make she that bitch didn't hurt her again. She did hit her again though, I saw her busted lip."

Brittany tries to lift Quinn's face but the girl refused to move, "Quinn can I see please?" She shook her head, "Okay I guess you can stay there until we get home but can Manny look you over?" Quinn nods burrowing closer, "Okay, thank you."

Santana sighs, "Okay good one quick stop than I'll call to see if Daddy's home yet."

A couple hours later Quinn was lying on Santana's bed after Manny checked to make sure that her injuries weren't reinjured. Manny gave her a quick examine and said that she was fine except for the busted lip. After that Quinn went upstairs and buried herself under Santana's blankets and hasn't moved since. Everyone tried to get her to talk but Quinn didn't answer, she just cried as quietly as she could. Santana couldn't stand hearing her cry anymore and crawled into bed behind her and held her. Quinn stiffened but relaxed and leaned into her warmth. Brittany and Santana's parents hovered at the door not wanting to disturb the two girls.

Santana recites a poem knowing that it calmed her down the last time:

'¡O llama de amor viva

Que tiernamente hieres

De mi alma en el más profundo centro!'

Brittany crawls into the bed with the girls, playing with Quinn's hair.

'Pues ya no eres esquiva

acaba ya si quieres,

'¡Rompe la tela de este dulce encuentro!

¡O cauterio süave!

¡O regalada llaga!

¡O mano blanda!

'¡O toque delicado

Que a vida eterna sabe

Y toda deuda paga!'

Maribel signals to her husband to leave the girls alone. Manny glances at them before shutting the door behind them.

'Matando, muerte en vida has trocado.

'¡O lámparas de fuego

En cuyos resplandores

Las profundas cavernas del sentido,

Que estaba oscuro y ciego,

Con estraños primores

Color y luz dan junto a su querido!

'¡Cuán manso y amoroso

Recuerdas en mi seno

Donde secretamente solo moras,

Y en tu aspirar sabroso

De bien y gloria lleno,

Cuán delicadamente me enamoras!'

Quinn sniffs, "That sounds very pretty but Mr. Schue sucks so I didn't understand a word you said."

Santana chuckles, "It's okay I'll translate it to you later." She nuzzles the back of her neck, "Are you okay now?"

Quinn sighs, "My Mom what she said…my sister and Dad died before we moved back here."

Santana tightens her hold, "I'm sorry baby…"

Quinn turns on her back, "She…I…it's all my fault. That's why she is the way she is with me because of me half of my family is dead."

Brittany looks at Santana, shock written across their face.

A/N: Poem by: 'Llama de amor viva' San Juán de la Cruz

Translation:

'O living flame of love

That hurt tenderly

From my soul in its deepest center! '

'Well, you're not dodging

just as if you want,

'Break the veil of this sweet encounter!

Or cautery soft!

O gracious sore!

O soft hand!

'O delicate touch

That tastes of eternal life

And pays every debt! '

'Killing, has bartered living death.

'O lamps of fire

In whose splendors

The deep caverns of feeling,

It was dark and blind,

With strangers beauties

Color and light give with his beloved!

'How gentle and loving

Remember in my womb

Where secret you dwell alone,

And in your sweet breathing

Filled with good and glory,

How delicately I fall in love! '
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