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White Horse	By : cris2747 Category: G through L > Glee Views: 7531 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. So I know I shouldn't start a new story with three already under way but I couldn't resist writing this one. Alright warnings this story will have abuse so if that's something you can't stand to read this isn't the story for you. Also there's an established Brittana but the end game is Unholy Trinity relationship. And for those of my readers that beg me for it, no G!P in this story. A side note for those reading my other stories, I'm behind on my writing this week so the updates will be late. I had a bit of a family emergency but expect something by this weekend. I usually like to update all at once but since I'm behind I'll update each story as I finish. Alrighty kids on with the show.
Chapter One: White Knight
Quinn Fabray stood in her bathroom without her shirt looking at herself in the mirror. Her torso and back littered with bruises, thank god her mother never hit her face. No she was smart enough to place the hits where no one would ever see them. Both she and her mother are experts and pretending that they don't exist, just like she's an expert at being invisible in school. Quinn sighs all she has to do is survive one more year and then she can leave and never look.
Quinn doesn't know why she tortures herself this way because if her mother could she would lock Quinn away in the attic and never let her go. Especially if she knew her punching bag was plotting her get a way. She's not sure why her mother won't let her leave but as she likes to point out between blows that Quinn will never amount to anything. That she's destined to be a loser all her life that only Frannie could have been the daughter she longed for.
Quinn sighs reaching for her shirt not wanting to see the bruises anymore, like she said she's very good at pretending. The kids in school have no clue that her home life in hell not that they would care anyway. The freak Quinn Fabray has no friends, no one to turn too and no one that cares. It's hard to be a bigger loser than Rachel Berry but somehow Quinn managed to accomplish that. Maybe being one of two only openly gay people at school might have something to do with it, being gay tends to scare everyone away. Although even Kurt steers clear of her since he has the protection of having a jock for a brother. Or step brother rather but Finn finally got off his ass and drew a line when Karofsky seemed to have a hard on for the boy last year.
At least the annoying little troll Rachel Berry has friends and a boyfriend who cares for her, not even the Glee kids want to be seen with her. They make her life hell too but slushie facials she can live with it, it's the knocks into lockers and tripping her that get to her because they just jar her injuries. So she perfected a way to get around school with minimal abuse, she's always late to class.
Okay so it wasn't that perfect but at least it saved her body from getting anymore bruises, she just spends a lot of time at detention. The teachers leave her alone for the most part though because she's the top student in her class, a shoe in for class valedictorian.
She hears her mother stumbling around and cringes, she was hoping to leave before she woke up from her drunken stupor. A clear sign that today wasn't going to go well for her a pounding at her door makes her swallow hard.
"Lucy open the fucking door, you useless bitch," Judy Fabray shouts through the door.
Quinn bits her lips glancing at the window. She's made the drop before, but the repercussions were worse when Judy caught her sneaking back in. Quinn squares her shoulders and makes her face the blank mask she perfected over the years before walking to the closed door, "Coming mother."
"Hurry the fuck up bitch," the older woman grumbles. "I have better things to do than standing here waiting for you."
Quinn turns the knob slowly desperate to prolong the confrontation but Judy pushes the door open knocking her back. The door missed her face by inches. "Is that what you're wearing to school," she sneers looking down on the outfit Quinn spent hours putting together.
Quinn looks down ashamed. She thought her skinny jeans and white button up was kind of cute with her Batman belt and suspenders. Yes she looks like a geek but at least it wasn't like Rachel's god awful animal sweaters, "I uh thought this looked okay mother."
Judy scoffs, "Will that's what someone as stupid as you gets for thinking. God I can't believe my daughter is so fucking pathetic. What did I ever do to deserve you? I wish Frannie was still here," Judy's eyes tear up.
Quinn pushes up her glasses her eyes tearing up as well, "I'm sorry mother. I'll try to be better…"
Judy's fist crashes into her already aching ribs, "Worthless that's all you'll ever be," the woman shouts hitting her repeatedly in the same spot. Quinn doubles over trying not to cry out knowing that in infuriates her mother when she does. Judy tires fast, her evening of being best friends with a bottle of scotch didn't help to improve her stamina. A fact that Quinn greatly appreciated, "Get the hell out of my sight and try not to embarrass the Fabray name you useless whore."
Quinn cradles her aching ribs while she grabs her school bag. She tried not to run out the door lest it pissed of her mother more. Once Quinn was safely in her car she let the painful moans and tears go. Her water eyes made it hard for her to see but she managed to make it to the Lima Bean without causing an accident. Quinn groans hoping Judy didn't break her ribs in was getting painful to even breathe. It was too early to go to school if she wanted to avoid the sheep so Quinn will just sit here until then. Maybe a cup of coffee and breakfast will help her feel better. She needs something in her stomach before taking the pain pills she has stashed in the car.
Just another month and she'll be able to legally able to move out and never have to worry about seeing her mother again. When she was younger her grandparents on her father's side left Quinn and her sister a very nice inheritance that her mother couldn't touch. This is why she has this very pretty car to drive around in and decent clothes because if her mother had her way, Quinn would be walking around everywhere and dressed in rags.
Quinn looks up in the mirror seeing if she was presentable enough before going in. Her eyes are just a little red nothing too bad. "Okay Fabray get your game face on," she whispers to her reflection watching as the wall slowly drops in her eyes.
She gets out of the car gingerly not wanting to aggravate her ribs, walking in a sedate pace to the restaurant. Waiting in line she feels the hair in the back of her neck stand up it can only mean one of two things, Santana or Brittany came in. Ever since she moved here freshman year she has what she likes to call her cheerio senses kind of like a spidey sense but better. Every time the cheerios are nearby her body goes haywire, it's a love hate feeling. She personally loves being around the girls but they seem to hate her or rather Santana hates being around her. Brittany's too sweet to hate anybody but she listens to what the school's HBIC says and for reasons unknown to her Santana loves making her life hell.
Okay so she might be the tiniest bit masochistic when it comes to the girls but she can't help being the in lust with them. I mean come on you've seen the uniforms and the legs that go on for miles. Quinn swallows a moan when Santana bumps into her, she recognizes that perfume anywhere.
"Freakbray what the hell are you doing here so early," the sexy Latina sneers. "I thought you geeks camp out on the front steps drooling for the doors to open."
Quinn sighs mumbling in a low voice, "Good morning to you too Santana. I hope you had lovely summer and I don't know about the rest of the geeks but I don't enjoy being in school at the ass crack of dawn."
Santana mocks, "So little miss geek doesn't like to present with the rest of the losers." She leans closer her lips ghosting over her ear, "Too bad you're going to miss the jocks welcome back surprise. But don't worry I'll make sure you get yours later."
Quinn smiles ruefully, "I guess I shouldn't have worn white then." She hears Santana chuckle behind her, "I might change before I get to school than."
The barista calls next and when Quinn was about to go to the counter and place her order but Santana shoves her out of the way, "You don't mind if cut do you Fabray? Not that it matters anyways it's not like you have friends waiting for you like I do. The one thing everyone knows is not to keep Britt waiting or Coach for that matter."
Quinn barely stops herself from crying out when Santana elbowed her injured ribs. Quinn whimpers holding her side, "No of course not Santana."
Santana frowns hearing the small whimper but shrugs her shoulders placing her order. Santana turns around rest on her elbows watching Quinn trying to alleviate the pain. "What did you do to your side Fabray," she almost sounded concerned but Quinn chalked that up to wishful thinking.
Quinn grimaces, "Nothing for you to worry about Santana."
Santana sneers, "I'm not worried gay girl just curious, so spill."
Quinn sighs pushing up her glasses, "I fell from my skateboard a couple days ago." She looks away hoping that Santana see the lie.
Santana narrows her eyes not believing this crap, "I call bullshit Freakbray, I haven't seen you in the park all summer."
Quinn lips lift up in a tiny smile, "I was in California for part of the summer Santana, looking into colleges." Her smile turns into a full blown grin unable to help herself from teasing the sexy Latina, "If I didn't know any better, I would assume that you're worried about me."
Santana chuckles, "Don't flatter yourself Ellen I just want to know where to aim next time I introduce you to the lockers."
Quinn face falls as she tightens her jaw looking away, "Of course not Santana, I'm not delusional enough to think you harbor any concern for my wellbeing."
Santana chest tightens at the sad expression on the girl's face. She wasn't intentional trying to hurt her this time but sometimes she speaks before her brain can catch up. Before she could apologize the barista hands her, her order, "This better be right or Coach Sylvester will come and knock your ass out."
The woman on the other side of the counter frowns, "It's been the same order for years little girl so I think I know what to do by now."
Santana's muscle tense up ready to jump over the counter and smash in her face, when Quinn steps in trying to defuse the situation, "I like to place my order now please, some of us have places to get too."
Santana glares at the messy blonde haired girl before scowling at the barista one more time, "Bitch you got lucky this time and Quinn see you in school. It's senior year but don't be thinking you'll be getting a free pass this year."
Quinn swallows before nodding, "Of course Santana as I said I'm not delusional." Her voice strained, she wonders why she's so hung up on this girl. Maybe her mother screwed her up more than she originally thought, "I'll be looking forward to our next encounter Ms. Lopez."
Santana growls wanting to push her way past but remembers that her side is hurt. She's frustrated and pissed at herself, Santana made a promise to Brittany to try and be kinder this year to the adorable dweeb. But five minutes later she's already making threats to the girl. Santana groans getting into her car, Brittany will be so disappointed. She looks into the store window one more time before backing her car out of the lot.
Santana Lopez is a bad ass and no one fucks with her or hers and everyone knows that's Brittany. But just because she's a bad bitch doesn't mean she doesn't live in fear that the sheep of McKinney High won't discover the fact that she's a flaming queer like Kurt and Quinn. She's seen the way they're treated, hell she's done most of the damage herself. So there's no way in hell she's going to let Brittany go through that.
She remembers the day she first saw the beautiful nerd freshman year. She was standing by her looker with her Catwoman suspenders and belt. Her glasses wanting to fall off the tip of her nose all Santana wanted to do was run up to her and hug the girl. Her secret girlfriend then and now Brittany cooed voicing her thoughts. She's always been known to be a bitch, that doesn't like anyone whose names aren't Brittany or Puck. So it took her a while to build up enough courage to approach her but before she was able too the Pillsbury Dough Boy lumbered his doughy body toward the girl.
She watched seething as the mental midget tried to sweet talk the girl into a date which she politely declined. But the overgrown baby continued to follow her around that week until Quinn confessed to being gay. After that the embarrassed jock organized his jock buddies and treated her to the first ever slushie facial. Santana stayed in the background terrified that if she put the girl under her protection she would get the same treatment. That was the first time Brittany ever expressed disappointment in her but Santana had to look after their best interest.
Santana argued that Quinn was a big girl and if she was stupid enough to open her closet door than she deserves what she got. Brittany made her promise that when she had the power to run the school she would protect Quinn. That was the first and only promise she knowingly broke. Over the summer Brittany convinced her enough was enough that she deserved a break. Kurt's and even Rachel's bullying stopped so why shouldn't Quinn's? At Brittany's threat of withholding sexy times she reluctantly agreed. Or that's what Santana wanted her to think but they've known each other since they were still practically in diapers. No one knows her like Britts; it took her forever to get over the guilt of liking someone other than her. It's their last year to try and figure out why this girl has such a pull on them. After all their 'boyfriends' never got under their skin like Quinn.
She pulls up to the Pierce's residence and waits for her girl to come out. A smile lights up her face when her blonde bounces to her car, "Hey baby!" She opens the door throwing herself at her girl; breathlessly they pull apart, "I missed you."
Santana grins staring into those lovely crystal blue eyes, "I've been gone for less than thirty minutes babe. You didn't have time to miss me, baby girl."
Brittany's eyes twinkle playfully, "I miss when you when our out of my sight for even a minute Tana."
Santana grins wondering how it was possible to meet your soul mate at 4 but she knew that they had something special when she saw those tearful big blue eyes watch her mother leave her in class that day. Her little heart squeezed painfully all she wanted to do was too hold her and never let her go. So she did and she's never let go, "You're so sweet baby." She sighs handing the girl her hot cocoa, "I ran into Quinn at the Lima Bean just now."
Brittany smiles her thanks settling in her side of the car, "Where you nice Tana?"
Santana sighs again looking out the window not wanting to meet her eyes, "I tried to be but you know how my mouth and brains don't mix well before my coffee."
Brittany shakes her head disappointed, "You promised Tana."
The Latina turns her attention to the road not wanting to see those crystal blues looking back at her sad, "I know baby B but it was a reflex. One minute we were actually joking around and the next Snix came out to play."
Brittany reaches out and pulls her hand from its death grip on the steering wheel, "Just try and do better Tana, I know you like her as much as I do."
Santana stiffens, "What makes you say that Britt?"
Brittany brings up their joined hands kissing her fingers softly, "Because I see you looking at her like you look at me when no one's looking. Like I look at her and how she looks at us. Stop lying to yourself Tana so we can all be happy."
Santana blushes, "So let's say that you're right and I do like her, you don't be pissed?"
The taller blonde shakes her head, "Nope because I like her to. I've never felt anything with the guys we pretended to be with but I felt the same thing I felt when I saw you that first time."
Santana pulls into the school parking lot and goes to senior parking space and shuts off the car. They sit quietly for a few moments while Santana thinks about what Brittany just said. She should be upset that her girlfriend has feeling for another person but then again so does she. She can't deny that there's something about Quinn that makes her want to lock the girl in a room and never let her out. There's just something lost, broken behind her eyes. She never complains, never speaks out against the bullying, she just stands back and takes it.
Santana swallows, "Will maybe that's true baby…"
"Don't try and make excuses Tana I know you as well as you know me," Brittany interrupts. "We'll drop it for now because Coach is waiting and we both know how much she hates it when we're late."
Santana follows somewhat dazed, she really hates it when her girlfriends right. They hook pinkies like they've done since they day they meet. The students in the hall part to let them get by, Santana smirks loving the power her short skirt provides.
"Sandbags, B it's about time," Sue Sylvester barks from her desk. "I was expecting you at 0700 and its 0705; I expect better promptness from my leaders."
Santana rolls her eyes sitting in the chair directly across from, "Sorry Coach but there was a line at the Lima Bean and then I had to make sure those idiots got our order right." She leans over handing her, her coffee and pastry.
Sue smirks, "That's what I like to hear S, make sure the mouth breathers know their place." She takes a sip, scolding hot and black just how she likes it, "Speaking of pathetic mouth breathers, are you joining the loser club again this year?"
Santana smirks leaning back, "Yes Britts likes it so we go until she says otherwise we'll continue to go."
Brittany nods smiling innocently, "We had this talk last year Coach remember? You said as long as it doesn't interfere with the cheerios you won't try and make us quit again."
"That I did Chuckles," Sue smirk evilly. "But it doesn't mean I won't try and destroy the Backstreet boy and his band of bumbling misfits."
Santana shrugs nonchalant she's heard this for the last 3 years, "As long as you don't try and use Britts again, it's all copasetic Coach."
Sue slaps her desk, "Good now that's out of the way it's on to the important stuff. Lane, Sullivan and Davis graduated last year so we need to hold tryouts and see if any of these losers can replace them." She shuffles papers around the desk, "My first candidate is Fabray, I've seen her dancing and mimicking the routines for someone so geeky she has moves." She peers up staring at her captain, "Will that be a problem lady humps?"
Santana shrugs, "Not with me but the other cheerios might be considering she's gay."
Sue leans back smirking, "If they can live with you desecrating my locker room for the last 3 years, I think they can handle Fabgay."
Santana glares at her Coach, "Anyway who else do you have in mind Coach? We need another tumbler and flyer."
Sue shrugs waving her away, "That's were auditions come in, since my head cheerio and her bed buddy was late you'll handle it all by yourself."
Santana crosses her arms scowling, "Five minutes Coach because you wanted your damn coffee."
She grins evilly, "Doesn't matter S, next time cut in line and make it on time." She rubs her hands together gleefully, "This will give me more time to plot Justin Beiber's demise." She stands up to sit on the edge of the desk in front of them, "Now I want a cease and desist on Fabray's torture this year I don't care how you get it done just make it happen. I can't have one of my cheerios being treated like a loser, now can I?"
Brittany grins happily, "Sure thing Coach, maybe I should hang around her locker this morning since every jock knows not to mess with me. Unless they want Tana or Puck to rip them apart piece by piece."
"That's the deviousness I like to see from my top cheerios," Sue stands up gesturing to the door, "now get out of my sight and use your lesbian powers to bring me Fabray."
Santana stands saying in a sarcastic tone, "I thought I was never to use my powers for good Coach."
Sue grins, "Only when using it on my behest Ghetto Barbie. Now go bag me a baby gay."
Santana chuckles hooking pinkies with Brittany again at least this way she now has a reason to be nice to the shorter blonde without questions being asked. First things first she needs to find her man whore of a best friend so he can get the meat heads in line.
They barely walked 5 feet when muscled tan arms were thrown over their shoulders, "What's up my bitches?"
Santana smirks, "Nothing much but you might want to get your arms off of us before I kick your balls up to your throat."
Puck loses his trademark smirk before hastily covering his family jewels, "Damn Tana can you please not threaten my pride so early in the morning?"
She gives him a side way glance before moving closer to Brittany, "Nope, because it's one of the many joys I have in my life Puck." She stops abruptly before turning around to face him. Puck leers at the flash of her spankies, she slaps him in the back of the head, "Concentrate Puck, new orders make sure every jock, nerd band geek, wanna bes know by the end of first that Quinn Fabray is now off limits. If anyone defies these new orders, their life will became a bigger hell than Fabray's ever was."
Puck leers again leaning close so no one can over hear, "Planning on finally having that three way Santana? Can I watch?"
Santana glares before punching him hard in the stomach, "Watch yourself Puck before I tell Porcelain that you have a shrine of him in your locker." Puck glares but says nothing, "Now leave and do what you're ordered too like my good little bitch."
Puck grins, "If being your bitch means that I get to join in every once in a while then I'm down with that Satan."
Brittany smacks him in the head this time, "Stop being an idiot and run along Puck, make sure they know that if they think they can get away with a little bullying than none of my cheerios will ever go out with them."
Puck gives them a mock salute, "Yes ma'am!" He starts trotting over to the nearest jock smacking them in the shoulders. Santana watches as the jock pouts like a five year old having his favorite toy being taken away.
Santana turns to Brittany smiling, "Now let's go find the skanks that make up our squad."

Quinn leans back in her car waiting for the right time to run to her locker. It's still ten minutes until the first bell so she's debating on whether or not to risk it. Quinn sighs might as well get it over with, it'll be worse for her if they nimrods have to chase after her.
She whimpers getting out of the car, no time like the present to get her welcome back over with. Making sure her precious baby was locked up tight Quinn shoulders her bag and walks up the stairs excited as a convict on death row. She hesitates before opening the doors and walking into the school. Normally she wouldn't let the sheep scare her but her mother's wakeup call left her hurting and sore. She walks with her head held high but doesn't meet anyone's gaze. She was almost to her locker when a large body pushed her into the wall with a painful groan Quinn slides down. Thankfully she managed to shoot her arm out before her face slammed into the wall but she loses her glasses somewhere on the floor.
"Whoops! Sorry Fabgay I didn't see you standing there," the unnamed jock snickered.
Quinn finds her glasses and raises to her feet, her legs shaking, "Maybe if you didn't have Finn's dick in your mouth you could see what's right in front of you."
The students in the back of them laugh at him which pisses him off. A red faced soccer player, by the looks of his letterman Quinn thinks idly, grabs her by the arms and slams her into the wall. Quinn bites back a painful whimper when new bruises form over old ones. The jock yells in her face spit flying everywhere Quinn turns her face not wanting to get any in her mouth, "You bitch I'm not a fag like you." He pushes his sweaty body into her, Quinn fights back the bile coming up her throat, "Maybe I should show you want a real man is like, straighten your ass out."
Quinn sneers stupidly, "If I find a real man than maybe I'll go for it, until than try not to speak with your mouth full."
Unnamed jock releases one of her arms before pulling his fist back aiming straight for her face. Quinn tilts her chin up daring him to go for it.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Quinn sighs in relief when a voice interrupts him but she realized that it was Santana.
Quinn gives herself a mental shrug at least now she won't get any more bruises Santana will just verbally tear her part or slushie her. Damn she really wishes that she changed out of her white shirt when she had the chance. Santana pushes her way through the crowd trying to get to Quinn.
The crowd didn't know that Quinn was off limits now panted in delight waiting for the HBIC to pick to Quinn's bones, "Put her down you fucking idiot! Now!"
The jock leers at the sexy Latina thinking he was going to get lucky and show her what kind of man he is. He smirks slamming Quinn into the wall one more time before turning to face the irate HBIC. Quinn groans falling to her knees her whole back felt like she got ran over by a car repeatedly. Quinn looks up, pushing her damn glasses back up, she thinks that a pissed off Santana is extremely sexy.
Brittany trailed behind her mouth turned down but looked equally as pissed and equally as sexy. When Santana was close enough to the smug jock, she kneed him hard in the balls. The boy cries out falling to his knees cupping his broken man hood.
The stunned crowd gasps as the head bitch defended the schools favorite target. Quinn mouth drops open as she watches Santana repeatedly punch the boy in the face screaming every curse in Spanish that she knows. She was so mesmerized at the scene unfolding in front of she didn't notice Brittany kneel beside her concern written all over her face.
"Quinn, are you okay sweetie," her voice washes over Quinn making her shiver.
Mistaking the shiver for pain Brittany glares at the boy cheering her Santana on silently. Turning back to face Quinn her normal crystal blue eyes turned as dark as the stormy sky, "Do you need to go to the nurse Quinnie?"
Still in shock Quinn shakes her head trying to figure out where her voice went. "Are you sure?" Brittany asks again.
Quinn swallows, "I'm okay Brittany it's nothing that I'm not used to by now."
Brittany frowns not liking the way Quinn shrugged away the violence she just been subject to. "I'm taking you to the nurse Quinn, you're holding your side."
Before she could answer Puck runs up to the feisty Latina lifting her away from the beaten boy. "Let me go Puck," she struggles to get away from his firm hold. "This pendejo doesn't seem to understand the new rules."
Puck glares at the boy before handing Santana over to Mike to hold, "Oh really and who the fuck are you?"
The boy stands up holding his junk and whipping the blood off his lip, "Josh Coleman sophomore rugby captain."
I was close thinks Quinn as Brittany helps her up and for the life of her, she can't figure out what's going on here. Since when does Santana or Puck defend me?
Puck sneers grabbing the boy by the throat and slamming him against the wall. He leans over, "Not any more bitch consider life as you know it over." He punches the boy in the stomach, Quinn flinches trying to get away. Brittany pulls the trembling body into her own wondering why she was so afraid all of a sudden.
Puck lets the gasping boy go to drop to his knees. Finally getting away from Mike, Santana stands over the fallen boy shouting to the sheep, "Listen up bitches this will be the first and last time I'm telling you, Quinn Fabray is fucking off limits!"
Puck sneers, "If I catch any of you morons harassing her consider yourself the newest loser!"
Santana kicks the boy in the chest slamming him into the wall, "Maybe you didn't get the memo in time Josh, and I would have let maybe a slushie go without that many repercussions. But you fucked up royally by raising your hands to her."
Puck glares ready to kick him as well but Brittany catches their eyes shaking her head subtly telling them to stop. Santana narrows her eyes at the trembling body Brittany was holding, "All of you stupid mother fuckers consider Quinn's mine now like Brittany's mine and you know never to fuck with what's mine."
Quinn lifts her head from Brittany's chest the shocked expression on her face mirrored everyone's but the three people defending her. Brittany smiles at her softly removing her glasses that seemed to have broken in her tussle scared green eyes stared into hers. "I'm so confused right now Brittany," she whispers.
"It's going to be okay," Brittany smooth's her messy hair back.
Puck picks up the soon to be ex rugby captain and pushes him toward the crowd, "Let this be a lesson to any of you mental midgets that think you can defy the new social order. Hey Coleman," the whimpering boy turns around, "consider yourself off the team and any other team you might be in."
Coleman opens his mouth to protest but the look on the football captain and HBIC's face stops him and he turns stumbling away from the crowd.
"Okay scenes over bitches," Santana shouted. "Move it!"
The crowd scatters like roaches when the lights are flipped on. Santana tries to swallow down the rest of her anger not wanting to scare the girl any further. Santana approaches slowly but when Quinn jerks back in fear it breaks her heat a little, okay maybe a lot. "It's okay Quinn, no one's going to hurt you now," she says in a low calm voice that no one knew she could use.
Quinn looks at her disbelieving not willing to trust what just happened, "I don't understand what just happened here Santana, but don't you think it's a little too late to play white knight?"
All three teenagers looked down ashamed as Quinn continues, "This is a normal occurrence, but thank you for the help." She gentle removes herself from Brittany's embrace taking her broken glasses from Brittany's hand, "I don't know what kind of joke you're playing but kindly leave me alone."
She smiles through the pain in her side before turning and walking way. Every step felt like hot pokers in her side, if her mother didn't break a rib then what's his face surely did. Struggling to hold in every whimper and moan until she made it to the semi privacy of the bathroom Quinn collapsed once she locked herself into a stall. She struggles to swallow down the bile raising in her throat. Her hands shake as she rummages through her bag for the pain killers she stashed in there. Her breath came out in painful gasps maybe she should go to the nurse after all.

Out in the hall Santana and Brittany stare after the shorter blonde ashamed that she was right. Maybe it was too late to make everything right. Puck frowns staring at the ground he knew that his team mates were bad but he never thought they would hit a girl. Pushing and shoving wasn't okay but hitting was way worse and that Josh boy needs to be taught a lesson. He knew he could get the support of his team mates after he laid down the new rules. If anyone tries to break them than they'll have to suffer along with douche bag.
"Tana something's not right," Brittany whispers.
Santana nods, "I didn't realize how bad Quinn had it. I should have stopped it a long time ago."
Brittany shakes her head, "No, I mean yes we should have, but I think this thing goes a lot deeper than a few asshole jocks bullying her in school." Brittany's big blues implore her, "She seemed more hurt than being slammed into a wall a few times."
Santana frowns, "Well she did say that she fell skateboarding this summer."
Puck jumps in, "I've been going to the skate park all summer and I haven't seen her fall."
The Latina takes her secret girlfriend in her arms, "She said that she was in Cali when it happened." Her frown deepens, "Do you think she was lying to me baby?"
Puck shrugs, "Well she has no reason to trust us and if I was her I wouldn't be inclined to trust our motives right now."
Santana looks at him sadly, "We have our work cut out for us, don't we?"
The other two teens nodded staring at where Quinn disappeared too.
The rest of the school day was quiet for Quinn, being off limits for now allowed the blonde geek to breathe easier. She doesn't know how long it'll last but for now she's enjoying the respite. The Gleeks that she had class with tried to speak to her wanting the scoop of what went down in the hallway. She ignored them best she could hating how phony they all are.
The only reason she joined Glee was to have an excuse to stay away from school longer. If she was lucky than her mother would be half way to stupidly drunk by the time practice was over.
Kurt and Mercedes were especially annoying; during her free period they cornered her at the bleachers. She used to hide at the auditorium but since Rachel finally got her troll they held their make out sessions there. It was to nauseating for her to sit through so she moved her party outside when the weather permitted during the winter or rainy days she was squirreled away in the library.
She was so focused in her book that she didn't notice two shadows looming over her until one of them spoke up, "Girl we've been looking everywhere for you. Your little skinny white ass is like a ninja."
They sit down on either side of her sandwiching her in. Quinn sighs closing her book taking the earbuds out, "Yet here you both are Mercedes, looks like I'll have to hide better from now on."
Kurt giggles thinking she was playing, "Maybe we can make a game out of it, you know 'Where's Quinn' instead of 'Where's Waldo'."
Mercedes chuckles high fiving her white twin, "Okay but the real reason we're here girl, is because what's up with Satan and Barbie? I mean after almost four years of feeding you to the wolves they turn around and give you something like diplomatic immunity."
Kurt leans over conspiratorially, "Yeah spill Quinnie what do you have over them?"
Quinn's jaw tightens, "Are you fucking serious right now? Three years that they've thrown me under the bus? Are you fucking kidding?" She jumps up startling the two gossip whores her movements jerky as she gathers her things, "You've all thrown me under the bus, as long as I was the main target you two bitches were safe." She glares down at the two shocked divas, "You don't care about what happens to me, all you want to know is if a bull's eye is painted on your back now. Well guess what, even if I did know which I don't by the way I wouldn't tell you."
She stomps down the stairs giving Rachel a run for her money on a perfect diva storm out, "So live with the fucking uncertainty." She turns around pinning them down with one more glare, "And never call me Quinnie!"
Mercedes and Kurt stare at her opened mouth as she leaves, "Damn who knew the little punching bag had claws Kurt."
Kurt nods his agreement, "What a bitch! All we were trying to do was act like proper team mates and then she tosses it back in our face." The stylish boy's hand fell over his heart, "Just wait until the ban is lifted, I'll be the first in line to throw a slushie at her."
Mercedes giggles, "Miss High And Mighty thinks she can step all over people now, just wait I bet it'll be ten times worse than before."
A voice startles them on their right, "I wouldn't get too happy bitches," their heads snap to the sound. They gulp when they see Santana sitting calmly filing her nails, "Quinn's not going back on the chopping block at all. As for you two," she grins showing her pearly whites, "I can arrange it if you don't mind your damn business."
She stands up smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles on her skirt, "So I would be very careful about whom you gossip about." Her smiles turn slightly evil, "you never know who might be listening." With that she twirls around meeting Brittany who was waiting for her at the bottom.
The blonde cheerio waves smiling just as evil before hooking pinkies walking away. The two divas stare after them, "Now those two are fucking ninjas."
Kurt nods, "Girl preach."

After the last class of the day Quinn's whole body throbbed she really wanted to skip Glee but she didn't want to go home more. She leans her tired head on the cool metal stalling when someone came up behind her snapping her suspenders. Quinn flinches sighing she knew this newly acquired immunity of hers wouldn't last long. Steeling herself she turns around ready to take the abuse but instead of angry mob behind her stood a playful looking Brittany.
"Hey Quinnie! I came to see if you wanted to walk with me to Glee," the bubbly blonde announces. "Tana's doing something for Coach right now, so do you want to?"
The girl bounces excitedly on her toes wanting for Quinn's answer. Quinn tilts her head wondering if this was a trap but it wasn't like Brittany to do a thing like that and surprisingly Quinn didn't mind that Brittany called her 'Quinnie'. Under normal circumstances she hated being called that, only her father was allowed to do that and her father was…well never mind she doesn't like to think about that.
Quinn ducks her head suddenly feeling shy, "If, if that's what you want to do then I wouldn't mind." She looks up showing off her cute little dimples.
Brittany coos in her head wanting to scoop the shorter blonde up and run away with her. She settles for smiling at her sweetly instead, "Cool."
Quinn closes her locker trying to figure out what to do with her fidgeting hand. She jumps when Brittany's pinkie hooks her own. Quinn looks down shocked at their joined hands, nervously Quinn looks around to see if Santana was going to jump out and kick her ass. Everyone pretends not to know that the two cheerios are a couple but they do. Anyone with eyes could see how much they love each other. Quinn has always known she never stood a chance with either one but dreaming about it never hurt. Unless Santana somehow had magical powers and can see inside her head. Oh my god maybe she does and this is all an ambush Quinn panics.
Brittany giggles tugging their hands, "Stop thinking so loud Quinn, I know you have no reason to trust us but this isn't some cruel joke."
Quinn smile was forced, "Forgive me if I still don't quite believe it Brittany."
Brittany sighs this was going to take more work than she originally thought, "I understand Quinn but can you at least give us a chance to prove it. I know we don't deserve it but please."
No one in their right mind could resist Brittany's pleas, Quinn looks down at their hands and back up to the her pretty eyes, "I don't know Brittany, why the sudden change of heart? Give me a reasonable answer and then I'll be able to make a decision."
They reach the choir room before Brittany could answer her, the few Gleeks in the room openly stared at the two blondes. Each one wondering when this shift in the social ladder occurred but they knew better than to voice their opinions.
Unless of course if your name happens to be Rachel Berry, "So Brittany, Quinn when did you two become friends?"
Quinn looked down chewing on her lips, "I don't see how that's any of your concern Rachel."
Rachel huffs crossing her arms, "As co-captain I have a right to know anything that can affect the team."
Santana sarcastic reply has her spinning around, "Actually Beak Nose, nothing those two do concerns you or anyone else in this room besides me of course."
Rachel flushes embarrassed she got caught being nosy, "Actually it concerns us all if this is some elaborate prank on Quinn. We simply can't afford to have you mess with her head this year. It's our last to get it right."
Quinn ducks her head no one believes that these two are on the up and up so why should she. She lets go of Brittany's pinkie and climbs to her usual spot, far away from anyone else.
Santana heart cracks a little more at Quinn's defeated look. Rachel trembles slightly at Santana's furious face, "Last time I'm telling you Frodo, last time I'm telling any of you it's none of your fucking business who I choose to protect." She looks around the room making sure her points getting across, "So I would sit my ass down Berry and pretend that you have some fucking common sense and leave it alone."
Brittany smirks evilly, "Just remember that it's not our fault we lost at nationals last year. If you and Finn could've kept your lips to yourself who knows what could have happened."
Finn tries to look at her intimidating but comes out looking constipated instead, "That's not fair Britt! Why do I, I mean we get the blame?"
Puck steps in the room eyeing the overgrown idiot, "Dude I would seriously watch your tone when talking to my girl. Remember I'm captain this year not you or Lady Lips so piss off my girls and I'll have you running suicides until your doughy body deflates."
Finn glares at the boy hating the fact that he lost his spot to his onetime best friend, "Whatever dude, like Coach would let you."
Puck sneers, "Coach's given me the go ahead to whip your flabby ass in shape anyway I see fit. So please I'm begging you try me."
Santana looks at him grinning before taking Brittany's hand and dragging her up next to Quinn. Puck winks at Finn before following his best friends.
Poor Quinn sat thoroughly confused at these new events. When exactly did she get protectors? No one since her father ever cared enough to even try. But for all she knows this could be some cruel joke so she can't blindly accept it at face value. No she has to play it smart, wait and see what tricks these three have up their sleeves.
The rest of the Gleeks were just as confused, Santana and Puck sounded sincere about keeping Quinn safe but who really knew what actually going on inside their head. Rachel slumped down next to Finn fuming that he didn't defend her again only himself when Santana started in on him.
Mr. Schue arrives late as always, if he spent more time actually trying to make them a better team instead of trying to get in Ms. Pillsbury's pants than they wouldn't be so hopeless this year. But by the leer on his face Santana's not willing to hold her breath.
"I hope everyone had a great summer," Schue claps his hands gleefully. "Seniors I hope that this year we can top it off with a win at nationals! In order for me to assure more of a team spirit I've come up with an assignment that will last all semester long."
The Gleeks groan hating Mr. Schue's 'fun' assignments, "I plan on breaking you up in teams of twos and threes but you can't be paired with people your friends with."
Santana looks Brittany in the eyes communicating silently, they nodded in agreement. Santana stands up calling for attention, "I want Brittany, Puck and Quinn in my group Mr. Schue."
Schue scowls at the girl, "I said no one that you're friends with Santana."
Santana shrugs arrogantly, "It's like that or me and Brittany will bounce."
The curly haired teacher glares at the cheerio, "If you're trying to threaten me Santana I'll…"
Santana smirks, "Do what Mr. Schue? You need me in order to compete; I can tell you that I really don't give a flying fuck about this club. The only reason I'm still here is because Britts enjoys the singing and dancing." She crosses her arms, "But if I go I can guarantee that Britts and Puck goes with me and if I can I'll take Quinn too." Quinn looks up surprised by her statement Santana glances at her winking.
Rachel groans, "Just let them have their group Mr. Schue, I won't risk not being able to compete because you have a bruised ego."
The teacher flushes embarrassed at being beaten by his student, "Fine whatever just sit down but like I said it's groups of twos and threes if I allow Puck in your group it would ruin the whole thing."
Puck shrugs, "Whatever Mr. Schue I'll bow out of this one, just get on with it."
Schue glares at the teenagers, "Fine can we get on with this now?" Santana sits down her smug expression firm and at home on her face, "Since my groups are screwed up now I'll just work with what I got. Sam, Kurt and Mike, next group Puck, Mercedes and Rachel, okay last group Finn, and Artie. If we get any new members I'll rearrange the groups a little bit."
Mercedes scowls at Rachel, "I don't know why I can't work with Kurt since the cheerios are working together."
Santana sneers, "Do you really want to start with me Wheezy?"
"Okay enough! Lauren won't be joining us this semester because she has to work on her training for the wrestling team, but if she can she'll join us for regionals," Schue stops the girls before there was a full blown free for all, "Kurt brought it too my attention that Blaine will be coming next week which is why I haven't paired you up Tina. So please don't think I forgot about you."
Tina shrugs it wouldn't be the first time he did, "Alright so the assignment is basically get to know the people you're working with. We've been a team for three years but until today I don't think anyone's made an effort to befriend Quinn."
The blonde quirks her brow, "I think the same can be said for you Mr. Schue." She stands up to gather her things winching at the pain in her side, "Look I don't need anyone to feel sorry for me, so if that what this assignment was about then I'm not doing it."
She backs out of the room with her head held high. She survived the last few years without anyone helping her she certainly doesn't need anyone's guilty conscious now.
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