Set fire to the rain chapter 5
Set fire to the rain chapter 5
Hey guys…Sorry this chapter is so late but…Brittany is a REALLY difficult character to write.I just fail epically at writing anything Brittany related. Still not happy with this chapter but I decided to post it anyway so…I hope you enjoy! Thanks again for all of your comment. It’s a hell of a cliché but they really do inspire me to keep writing! Oh and this chapter is dedicated to rippea...because you're awesome ;)
Warnings: Finn Hate, Violent!Quinn, Mentions of rape, swearing. Oh and un-beta’d and un-proof read so any mistakes are my own. Think that’s it. :/
Chapter 5
“BRITTANY!” Quinn yelled as she stormed into Brittany’s house without knocking. The door hit the wall with a resounding bang but she failed to acknowledge it “Brittany, I need to talk to you.” A moment later Brittany and Santana appeared in the hallway, obviously having heard the yelling.
“Q, what the hell are you screeching about?” Santana questioned incredulously. Noticing the furious blonde marching towards Brittany with a purposeful look on her face, Santana automatically sidestepped, positioning herself protectively in front of her girlfriend “Quinn.”
“Santana.” Quinn acknowledged the other girl despite the fact that her gaze was fixed intently upon a wary looking Brittany.
“What do you want with Brittany?” Santana asked carefully as she stepped away from Quinn taking Brittany with her “You look pissed.”
“I am pissed!” Quinn growled out before closing the distance between them.
“Cut it out Q.” Santana threateningly narrowed her eyes at the blonde cheerio “You know what I’ll do if you even think about touching her.”
“I’m not going to hit her.” Quinn looked disgusted at the accusation “What the fuck Santana?”
Santana had the decency to look slightly guilty at the assumption “Hey you can hardly blame me for thinking it. You look like you want to deck someone and you were heading right for her.”
“I would never hurt Brittany.” Quinn scowled “I should ‘deck’ you for even suggesting it.”
Santana rolled her eyes though she visibly tensed “I’d like to see you try Tubbers.”
“Stop it.”
Santana and Quinn broke their mutual glaring competition to glance over at a nervous looking Brittany.
“Stop fighting.” Brittany requested in a small voice.
Santana gave Quinn a look that said ‘Happy now?’ and gently pulled Brittany close to her “We’re sorry Britt.” She cast Quinn a warning look “Aren’t we Quinn?”
“Brittany, I need you to call Finn for me.” Quinn ordered firmly, completely ignoring Santana’s question “You need to phone him and tell him to meet me somewhere. Somewhere quiet where there aren’t a lot of people...”
“Why don’t you just do it yourself?” Brittany questioned in confusion.
“He won’t meet up with me if I do it myself.” Quinn responded quickly “Just…Just do it, okay Brittany?!”
“Don’t fucking yell at her!” Santana exclaimed defensively as she watched Brittany shrink back “What the hell Q?!”
“I’m sorry.” Quinn tried to calm herself down but with no luck. She clenched her hands into fists, a move that didn’t go unnoticed by a wary Santana “Just please…please call Finn.”
Brittany looked unsure and glanced between Santana and Quinn.
“She’s not calling him until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you.” Santana stated coolly, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
“Nothing is wrong with me!” Quinn argued “I just need to talk to him!”
“Why?”
“Because I do!”
“I want to know why.” Santana informed her “And I want to know what’s wrong with you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with me!” Quinn insisted firmly.
Santana gave her a sceptical look “Quinn…You’re like…Buzzing with anger. Your fists are clenched, you’re shaking and you’re practically growling at me. There’s clearly something wrong so…”
“Rachel didn’t cheat on me.” Quinn blurted out.
Santana’s brow furrowed in confusion “She didn’t? But why did she tell…?”
“Finn put something in her drink!” Quinn exclaimed, practically frothing at the mouth with anger “He DRUGGED HER!”
Santana was silent for a moment, merely staring at her friend as she processed the information “Are you sure Q? I know Finnocence is stupid and a bit of a prick but I don’t think he would…”
“Of course I’m sure!” Quinn cut the Latina off with a sharp glare “Rachel only had one drink which FINN gave to her….yet she still felt drunk and she still fucking passed out!”
Santana bit her lip thoughtfully “She passed out before he…?”
“Yes.” Quinn interrupted again, unable to stand listening to the end of her friend’s sentence “So now do you see why I need to meet him?” she waited for an answer but when there was none forthcoming she continued heatedly “That’s not cheating San. That’s…It’s…” her voice broke and she trailed off, looking away from Santana’s intense gaze.
“I know...” Santana responded “I know what it is.” She closed her eyes for a moment and breathed slowly, trying to keep herself calm despite the anger gnawing at her gut “Brittany will call Finn when you’ve calmed down enough to talk to him.”
Quinn immediately began to protest “What?! No fucking WAY!”
Santana held up a hand to stop Quinn’s yelling “It’s that or nothing Quinn.”
Quinn gritted her teeth together and shook her head in disbelief “I’m not going to calm down no matter how long you make me wait to kick his sorry ass.”
Santana exhaled frustratedly “Fine…But I’m going with you.”
“San?”
Santana turned to see Brittany wringing her hands nervously, her lips turned down into a sad frown “Yeah, Britt?” Santana walked over to Brittany and wrapped an arm around her waist, gently drawing her away from a still furious Quinn. She was fully aware of how much the taller blonde hated fighting or violence of any kind. She mentally decided that if she was going with Quinn, she would take Brittany to Rachel’s house first so she wouldn’t get in the middle of any fights.
“Quinn looks like she wants to kill Finn.” Brittany whispered, her gaze flicking to Quinn “You’re not going to let her do it…right? I really don’t want her to go to jail…”
“Don’t worry B.” Santana rubbed her girlfriends arm soothingly “Quinn isn’t going to kill Finn. She’s just going to yell at him for hurting Rachel.”
If at all possible Brittany’s eyes merely grew even sadder and her jaw began to subtly tremble at the thought of her friend being hurt “I’m not sure I understand…”
“Are you just going to stand around talking all day Santana?!” Quinn huffed from behind them before Santana had time to reassure the blonde “Because in case you’ve forgotten I really need to…”
“Shut UP Quinn!” Santana snapped irritably towards her friend “You’re upsetting Brittany so just…shut up!” with a warning glance she went back to comforting her girlfriend.
Quinn’s expression softened immediately when she noticed that Brittany was practically in tears. She silently cursed herself for forgetting how much her blonde friend hated confrontation and took a small step forward “I’m sorry Britt…”
Brittany turned innocent eyes to meet Quinn’s “You’re not going to kill him are you Quinn?” she repeated, not fully convinced by what Santana had said “Because you know if you do you’ll go to jail…Which means we won’t see each other again. We saw it on Bones, right San?”
“Right Britt.” Santana offered the upset blonde a small smile.
“I’m not going to kill him.” Quinn assured her, despite the fact that she felt like she wanted to kill him. She took a deep breath and walked over to the blonde, hugging her fiercely “Don’t worry Britt.”
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To say Rachel was stunned when she opened the door to an uncharacteristically upset Brittany would be an understatement. Nevertheless she instantly brightened up at the blonde’s presence “Brittany!” she glanced to the left and noticed Santana leaning on the doorway “Santana…Do you guys want to come in?”
Santana shook her head in response “I was just leaving. Hang out with Brittany for a while, okay Berry?”
“You don’t have to tell me to do it.” Rachel informed her, slightly affronted “It’s always a pleasure to ‘hang out’ with Brittany. In fact I was ju…”
“Alright, I don’t need the essay.” Santana interrupted with a roll of her eyes. She turned to Brittany who was watching her sadly “Don’t look at me like that B. You know why I can’t let you come with us.”
“You don’t want me to get hurt.” Brittany echoed Santana’s earlier statement “I know that. But what if you get hurt? I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“Nothing is going to happen to me.” Santana pulled Brittany close and leaned up to kiss her softly. She lingered for a moment before pulling back “I’ll be back to pick you up later, okay?” she waited for a nod before she lightly pecked Brittany’s lips and stepped back.
“I love you.” Brittany said quietly.
“I love you too B.” Santana whispered with a warm smile. She turned and shot Rachel a pointed glare before walking back to the car where Quinn was impatiently waiting for her.
Rachel shuddered at the glare sent her way and stepped back into the house “Come on in Britt.” She waited until the blonde turned away from Santana and entered the house before closing the door “My Dads are both working late tonight so we have the house to ourselves.” She walked into the kitchen with Brittany trailing behind her “I was just about to watch a movie actually…Do you want something to drink?”
Brittany shook her head and sank down onto a nearby kitchen stool “No…”
Rachel was already digging through the fridge in search of Brittany’s usual cherry coke and sprite mix but the unexpected answer caused her to pause. She turned around and looked at the blonde closely “Are you okay, Brittany?”
“I’m okay.” Brittany exhaled heavily, informing Rachel that she was actually anything but.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Rachel stepped forward and slipped onto a stool next to the blonde cheerleader “Maybe I can help.”
Brittany shrugged despondently.
“Did you have a fight with Santana?” Rachel asked, though the sweet interaction she had watched earlier indicated that she hadn’t. Brittany shook her head again “Is Santana in some kind of trouble?”
“No.” Brittany shook her head and watched Rachel closely. There was a brief moment of silence before she spoke up “Quinn said that Finn hurt you…is that true?”
Rachel blinked at the simple question “Um…yes, I suppose it is.” She glanced away, slightly embarrassed that Quinn had chosen to share that information with Brittany and Santana.
“I’m sorry.” Brittany stated.
“For what?” Rachel glanced back up in confusion.
“That he hurt you.” Brittany gave Rachel a sympathetic look “Santana and I have only been thinking about the fact that you hurt Quinn when actually…you were hurt just as much. By Quinn and Finn.”
Rachel smiled sadly at the blonde’s insight “Be that as it may, I’m not the victim in this Brittany. I knew what I was doing with Finn. Up until a certain point.”
“But you didn’t really.” Brittany argued, her head tilted to the left in confusion “That’s why Quinn is so mad and why she’s gone to…”
“Gone to what?” Rachel frowned in concern.
Brittany looked like a dear caught in the headlights “Um…I don’t know if I’m supposed to tell you.”
“You can tell me.” Rachel hurriedly reassured the blonde “I won’t tell anyone you told me.”
“Quinn and Santana have gone to meet Finn so they can yell at him for hurting you.” Brittany blurted out, a guilty expression covering her face “Quinn’s really mad at him.”
“Oh…” Rachel took a moment to process the information, though she was still somewhat confused “Wait…Why is Santana going to yell at Finn?”
Brittany shrugged “She cares about you even if she won’t admit it. Anyway…she has to make sure that Quinn doesn’t kill Finn. I asked her to go to make sure that Quinn doesn’t get sent to Jail or something.”
“Right…” the diva nodded thoughtfully and bit her lip.
“When are you coming back to Glee Club?” Brittany questioned hopefully “It’s not the same without you bossing everybody around.”
Rachel shrugged as she pulled her cell phone from her pocket to send Quinn a quick message “….I don’t know Britt,” She paused for a moment as she hit send and slipped the phone back into her pocket “I don’t know if going back would be a good idea.” Upon noticing Brittany’s disappointed expression she quickly backtracked “But I might be! I might be kind of rusty after being away though so I need some time to practice.” She was lying of course. She knew for a fact that her voice would never get ‘rusty’. Singing just came naturally to her…but she didn’t want Brittany to be disappointed when she didn’t show up to Glee Practice on Monday.
Brittany brightened up at the statement “Okay! I can help you out with your dance routines if you want.”
“Sure.” Rachel smiled warmly, as she thought for the umpteenth time how lucky she was that Brittany was her friend “You know…You’re a great friend Britt.”
“I know.” Brittany beamed.
Rachel chuckled to herself, glad that she had managed to cheer Brittany up. She impulsively hugged the tall blonde who always open to affection hugged her back just as tightly. Rachel pulled back as she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket “Do you want to watch a movie or something until Santana comes back?”
Brittany nodded in response, hoping something would take her mind off how much she missed the Latina’s presence.
“You can pick one out.” Rachel offered as she pulled her phone from her pocket “you know where they are, right?”
“Yeah.” Brittany answered almost instantly. She had been watching movies at Rachel’s house at least once a week since they had become friends a few months ago so she knew her way around like the back of her hand.
“I’ll make popcorn.” Rachel called after Brittany as she watched her practically bounce out of the room. She waited for a moment until she looked down at the message she’d received. She frowned when she saw that it merely read: ‘Can’t tlk right now. I’ll text u ltr (Don’t worry). -Q x’. Rachel sighed and slipped her phone back into her pocket, officially worried.
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“Are you sure you want to do this?” Santana asked as she risked a glance across at Quinn before turning her eyes back to the road.
“Of course I want to do this!” Quinn exclaimed confidently “You know you would do exactly the same if you were in my position.”
Santana winced at the thought and stopped at a traffic light. She drummed her fingers lightly on the wheel as she waited for the lights to change colour.
“I’m so pissed at him.” Quinn whispered, capturing Santana’s attention “You have no idea San.” She leaned her head back and exhaled slowly, trying for the umpteenth time to calm herself down “I think I’m literally burning with anger.”
Santana glanced quickly at Quinn to see she did indeed look flushed “Well it’s a good thing you have me there to keep you from doing something stupid.” Noticing the traffic lights were changing colour, she released the break and accelerated.
“How can you not be angry?” Quinn questioned in disbelief “I mean I know that you try to convince everyone you hate Rachel but…I know you don’t. So…how can you be so calm?”
“I’m angry.” Santana answered softly “I’m just not letting it out.”
Quinn huffed and went back to staring out of the window. They drove in silence for a couple of minutes before she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She fished it out and looked at the screen “Rachel…”
“Hmm?” Santana hummed questioningly, having not heard Quinn’s whisper.
“Nothing.” Quinn muttered as she opened the message which merely read ‘I heard you were going to meet Finn…? Are you okay? - R * x’. She smiled softly to herself as she noticed Rachel’s signature star after her initial but didn’t have time to dwell on it as Santana was stopping the car while announcing that they were ‘here’. She got out of the car and slammed the door shut.
“Take the bloody door off the next time.” Santana muttered sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she too got out of the car and closed her door with less force.
“Brittany told Rachel.” Quinn informed Santana quietly as they began to walk.
“So?” Santana shrugged “Brittany doesn’t like to lie.”
Quinn sighed and hurriedly replied to the message before putting her phone back into her pocket.
“So…What exactly is the plan?” Santana questioned. As soon as the words left her mouth, she shook her head in disgust at the fact that she was starting to sound like Berry “Ugh.”
“The plan is to kick his ass.” Quinn stated, shooting Santana a look “You sound like Rachel.”
“Shut up.” Santana scowled.
Quinn smirked before picking up her pace through the isolated park. Santana had to jog to keep up with Quinn’s anger fuelled power walk. As they rounded the corner, the blonde stopped in place, a low growl escaping her throat as she noticed Finn leaning against a brick wall.
Santana barely had time to reflect upon the fact that Finn standing next to a brick wall was from a good idea before Quinn had rushed towards him and shoved him back against it. The boy’s breath escaped him in a whoosh and he coughed at the collision “Quinn!” he glanced around, his eyes widening in alarm when he noticed Santana strolling calmly towards them “Wh…where’s Brittany? She sent me a text and told me to meet her here.”
“That wasn’t Brittany.” Santana informed him with a smirk.
Finn glanced nervously between Santana and Quinn “What do you want?”
Quinn tightened her grip on Finn’s shirt, her muscles coiled tightly in preparation for a strike “I know what you did to Rachel.”
Finn swallowed fearfully at the look of pure fury in her eyes “I don’t know what you’re…” he was cut off by a sharp slap across the face. He turned shocked eyes back to meet Quinn’s “Quinn…”
“What you did to Rachel…” Quinn repeated through gritted teeth as her eyes flashed dangerously “wasn’t cheating…It was rape.” She flinched involuntarily as she finally said outloud the word that had been on her mind since she left the café. She noticed Santana had a similar reaction to the word but didn’t glance her way, instead choosing to watch Finn’s reaction.
“What?!” Finn paled at the accusation and shook his head vehemently “No way. I would never do that Quinn. You know me…come on.” He glanced pleadingly towards Santana but the Latina merely returned his stare coldly “I’m not capable of…that.” He spat the word out in disgust.
“You put something in her drink so she would sleep with you and took advantage of her when she passed out.” Quinn continued in a low voice “That. Is. Rape.”
“No!” Finn shook his head again as he stared at her through wide eyes “Quinn, I didn’t do anything like that. You have to believe…” he inhaled sharply as he was tugged away from the wall only to be pushed back against it, his ribs painfully protesting at the collision “Ask Rachel! She…”
Quinn stood on her tip toes and grabbed a handful of his hair; pulling back harshly to stop him talking “Don’t you fucking dare say her name.” she squeezed the dark hair in her hand before roughly releasing her grip “She told me exactly what happened. She only had one drink and you had sex with her while she was…” she trailed off, shaking her head in repulsion “You disgust me.”
“I didn’t do anything!” Finn defended loudly, earning himself a punch to the gut which caused him to bend at the waist “Ow! Quinn!”
Santana rolled her eyes at the boy’s whining “Come on Quinn. We’re not going to get anything from him apart from whining and denial.” She grabbed Quinn’s arm and gently tried to tug her away from Finn but to no avail “Quinn…come on!”
“Admit it.” Quinn ordered harshly, her gaze fixed to Finn’s “Admit what you did to her.”
“No!” Finn exclaimed starting to get angry at the allegations and her ill-treatment of him “She wanted it just as much as I did. You’re just trying to find an excuse to get back with her. You’re trying to blame the whole thing on me when it isn’t even my fault! She came to the party that night to seduce me because she wasn’t getting anything from you.”
“Take that back. RIGHT NOW!” Quinn growled dangerously and tightened her grip on his shirt.
“No.” Finn smirked at her “It’s true. Rachel told me.” He made a point to emphasise the diva’s name to piss the blonde off “though there wasn’t much actual speaking going on when we got…” he wasn’t prepared for the well-aimed fist heading in his direction. Quinn punched him hard, causing his head to hit the wall with an audible thud.
“Fuck!” Finn lifted a hand to cup his throbbing nose and instinctively shoved Quinn away causing her to stumble backwards and lose her footing. He instantly regretted the move however when he found himself facing a pissed off Santana Lopez “Aww shit.”
“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Santana questioned calmly despite the anger that laced her tone.
“It was an accident.” Finn explained, his voice slightly muffled by the hand that covered his bleeding nose “Damn it…I think she broke my nose.”
“Good.” Santana was unable to resist thumping the hand that covered his nose with the heel of her hand. She smirked in satisfaction as the boy let out a loud yelp in response to the pain. She turned and helped Quinn off the floor, keeping a steadying arm around her waist.
“I’ll never forgive you.” Quinn stated harshly, her anger seemingly spent “For what you did to Rachel…” her voice shook with emotion “I hate you!”
“See you on Monday Finnocence.” Santana smirked menacingly “Nobody messes with my friends…Don’t forget it.” With that said she gently pulled Quinn away from Finn, in the direction of the car. She moved quickly, not stopping until they were right next to it. She pressed the button to unlock the doors and they both got in quickly. There was silence for a full moment, the only sound being that of their heavy breathing.
“My hand hurts.” Quinn finally whispered into the stillness, her voice shaky with emotion.
Santana turned her head to see Quinn staring out of the window with tears in her eyes. Apparently the anger fading, had brought other emotions to the forefront “Quinn…”
“I should have been there.” Quinn whispered, clenching and unclenching her aching hand “I should have been there to stop it.”
Santana licked her lips, uncomfortable as always in situations like these “Don’t be stupid Quinn, you couldn’t have known what was going to happen.”
Quinn merely lowered her eyes, a choked sob escaping her “It shouldn’t have happened. Not to her.”
“I know…” Santana hesitantly shifted from her seat towards Quinn and drew the blonde into her arms “I know Q.”
Quinn gave into the embrace instantly, her whole body shaking with sobs. Despite the pain it caused her she lifted her hands and gripped Santana’s leather jacket with all of her strength needing something to focus on but her guilt and the deep gnawing ache in her chest.
TBC.
Hey guys…Sorry this chapter is so late but…Brittany is a REALLY difficult character to write.I just fail epically at writing anything Brittany related. Still not happy with this chapter but I decided to post it anyway so…I hope you enjoy! Thanks again for all of your comment. It’s a hell of a cliché but they really do inspire me to keep writing! Oh and this chapter is dedicated to rippea...because you're awesome ;)
Warnings: Finn Hate, Violent!Quinn, Mentions of rape, swearing. Oh and un-beta’d and un-proof read so any mistakes are my own. Think that’s it. :/
Chapter 5
“BRITTANY!” Quinn yelled as she stormed into Brittany’s house without knocking. The door hit the wall with a resounding bang but she failed to acknowledge it “Brittany, I need to talk to you.” A moment later Brittany and Santana appeared in the hallway, obviously having heard the yelling.
“Q, what the hell are you screeching about?” Santana questioned incredulously. Noticing the furious blonde marching towards Brittany with a purposeful look on her face, Santana automatically sidestepped, positioning herself protectively in front of her girlfriend “Quinn.”
“Santana.” Quinn acknowledged the other girl despite the fact that her gaze was fixed intently upon a wary looking Brittany.
“What do you want with Brittany?” Santana asked carefully as she stepped away from Quinn taking Brittany with her “You look pissed.”
“I am pissed!” Quinn growled out before closing the distance between them.
“Cut it out Q.” Santana threateningly narrowed her eyes at the blonde cheerio “You know what I’ll do if you even think about touching her.”
“I’m not going to hit her.” Quinn looked disgusted at the accusation “What the fuck Santana?”
Santana had the decency to look slightly guilty at the assumption “Hey you can hardly blame me for thinking it. You look like you want to deck someone and you were heading right for her.”
“I would never hurt Brittany.” Quinn scowled “I should ‘deck’ you for even suggesting it.”
Santana rolled her eyes though she visibly tensed “I’d like to see you try Tubbers.”
“Stop it.”
Santana and Quinn broke their mutual glaring competition to glance over at a nervous looking Brittany.
“Stop fighting.” Brittany requested in a small voice.
Santana gave Quinn a look that said ‘Happy now?’ and gently pulled Brittany close to her “We’re sorry Britt.” She cast Quinn a warning look “Aren’t we Quinn?”
“Brittany, I need you to call Finn for me.” Quinn ordered firmly, completely ignoring Santana’s question “You need to phone him and tell him to meet me somewhere. Somewhere quiet where there aren’t a lot of people...”
“Why don’t you just do it yourself?” Brittany questioned in confusion.
“He won’t meet up with me if I do it myself.” Quinn responded quickly “Just…Just do it, okay Brittany?!”
“Don’t fucking yell at her!” Santana exclaimed defensively as she watched Brittany shrink back “What the hell Q?!”
“I’m sorry.” Quinn tried to calm herself down but with no luck. She clenched her hands into fists, a move that didn’t go unnoticed by a wary Santana “Just please…please call Finn.”
Brittany looked unsure and glanced between Santana and Quinn.
“She’s not calling him until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you.” Santana stated coolly, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
“Nothing is wrong with me!” Quinn argued “I just need to talk to him!”
“Why?”
“Because I do!”
“I want to know why.” Santana informed her “And I want to know what’s wrong with you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with me!” Quinn insisted firmly.
Santana gave her a sceptical look “Quinn…You’re like…Buzzing with anger. Your fists are clenched, you’re shaking and you’re practically growling at me. There’s clearly something wrong so…”
“Rachel didn’t cheat on me.” Quinn blurted out.
Santana’s brow furrowed in confusion “She didn’t? But why did she tell…?”
“Finn put something in her drink!” Quinn exclaimed, practically frothing at the mouth with anger “He DRUGGED HER!”
Santana was silent for a moment, merely staring at her friend as she processed the information “Are you sure Q? I know Finnocence is stupid and a bit of a prick but I don’t think he would…”
“Of course I’m sure!” Quinn cut the Latina off with a sharp glare “Rachel only had one drink which FINN gave to her….yet she still felt drunk and she still fucking passed out!”
Santana bit her lip thoughtfully “She passed out before he…?”
“Yes.” Quinn interrupted again, unable to stand listening to the end of her friend’s sentence “So now do you see why I need to meet him?” she waited for an answer but when there was none forthcoming she continued heatedly “That’s not cheating San. That’s…It’s…” her voice broke and she trailed off, looking away from Santana’s intense gaze.
“I know...” Santana responded “I know what it is.” She closed her eyes for a moment and breathed slowly, trying to keep herself calm despite the anger gnawing at her gut “Brittany will call Finn when you’ve calmed down enough to talk to him.”
Quinn immediately began to protest “What?! No fucking WAY!”
Santana held up a hand to stop Quinn’s yelling “It’s that or nothing Quinn.”
Quinn gritted her teeth together and shook her head in disbelief “I’m not going to calm down no matter how long you make me wait to kick his sorry ass.”
Santana exhaled frustratedly “Fine…But I’m going with you.”
“San?”
Santana turned to see Brittany wringing her hands nervously, her lips turned down into a sad frown “Yeah, Britt?” Santana walked over to Brittany and wrapped an arm around her waist, gently drawing her away from a still furious Quinn. She was fully aware of how much the taller blonde hated fighting or violence of any kind. She mentally decided that if she was going with Quinn, she would take Brittany to Rachel’s house first so she wouldn’t get in the middle of any fights.
“Quinn looks like she wants to kill Finn.” Brittany whispered, her gaze flicking to Quinn “You’re not going to let her do it…right? I really don’t want her to go to jail…”
“Don’t worry B.” Santana rubbed her girlfriends arm soothingly “Quinn isn’t going to kill Finn. She’s just going to yell at him for hurting Rachel.”
If at all possible Brittany’s eyes merely grew even sadder and her jaw began to subtly tremble at the thought of her friend being hurt “I’m not sure I understand…”
“Are you just going to stand around talking all day Santana?!” Quinn huffed from behind them before Santana had time to reassure the blonde “Because in case you’ve forgotten I really need to…”
“Shut UP Quinn!” Santana snapped irritably towards her friend “You’re upsetting Brittany so just…shut up!” with a warning glance she went back to comforting her girlfriend.
Quinn’s expression softened immediately when she noticed that Brittany was practically in tears. She silently cursed herself for forgetting how much her blonde friend hated confrontation and took a small step forward “I’m sorry Britt…”
Brittany turned innocent eyes to meet Quinn’s “You’re not going to kill him are you Quinn?” she repeated, not fully convinced by what Santana had said “Because you know if you do you’ll go to jail…Which means we won’t see each other again. We saw it on Bones, right San?”
“Right Britt.” Santana offered the upset blonde a small smile.
“I’m not going to kill him.” Quinn assured her, despite the fact that she felt like she wanted to kill him. She took a deep breath and walked over to the blonde, hugging her fiercely “Don’t worry Britt.”
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To say Rachel was stunned when she opened the door to an uncharacteristically upset Brittany would be an understatement. Nevertheless she instantly brightened up at the blonde’s presence “Brittany!” she glanced to the left and noticed Santana leaning on the doorway “Santana…Do you guys want to come in?”
Santana shook her head in response “I was just leaving. Hang out with Brittany for a while, okay Berry?”
“You don’t have to tell me to do it.” Rachel informed her, slightly affronted “It’s always a pleasure to ‘hang out’ with Brittany. In fact I was ju…”
“Alright, I don’t need the essay.” Santana interrupted with a roll of her eyes. She turned to Brittany who was watching her sadly “Don’t look at me like that B. You know why I can’t let you come with us.”
“You don’t want me to get hurt.” Brittany echoed Santana’s earlier statement “I know that. But what if you get hurt? I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“Nothing is going to happen to me.” Santana pulled Brittany close and leaned up to kiss her softly. She lingered for a moment before pulling back “I’ll be back to pick you up later, okay?” she waited for a nod before she lightly pecked Brittany’s lips and stepped back.
“I love you.” Brittany said quietly.
“I love you too B.” Santana whispered with a warm smile. She turned and shot Rachel a pointed glare before walking back to the car where Quinn was impatiently waiting for her.
Rachel shuddered at the glare sent her way and stepped back into the house “Come on in Britt.” She waited until the blonde turned away from Santana and entered the house before closing the door “My Dads are both working late tonight so we have the house to ourselves.” She walked into the kitchen with Brittany trailing behind her “I was just about to watch a movie actually…Do you want something to drink?”
Brittany shook her head and sank down onto a nearby kitchen stool “No…”
Rachel was already digging through the fridge in search of Brittany’s usual cherry coke and sprite mix but the unexpected answer caused her to pause. She turned around and looked at the blonde closely “Are you okay, Brittany?”
“I’m okay.” Brittany exhaled heavily, informing Rachel that she was actually anything but.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Rachel stepped forward and slipped onto a stool next to the blonde cheerleader “Maybe I can help.”
Brittany shrugged despondently.
“Did you have a fight with Santana?” Rachel asked, though the sweet interaction she had watched earlier indicated that she hadn’t. Brittany shook her head again “Is Santana in some kind of trouble?”
“No.” Brittany shook her head and watched Rachel closely. There was a brief moment of silence before she spoke up “Quinn said that Finn hurt you…is that true?”
Rachel blinked at the simple question “Um…yes, I suppose it is.” She glanced away, slightly embarrassed that Quinn had chosen to share that information with Brittany and Santana.
“I’m sorry.” Brittany stated.
“For what?” Rachel glanced back up in confusion.
“That he hurt you.” Brittany gave Rachel a sympathetic look “Santana and I have only been thinking about the fact that you hurt Quinn when actually…you were hurt just as much. By Quinn and Finn.”
Rachel smiled sadly at the blonde’s insight “Be that as it may, I’m not the victim in this Brittany. I knew what I was doing with Finn. Up until a certain point.”
“But you didn’t really.” Brittany argued, her head tilted to the left in confusion “That’s why Quinn is so mad and why she’s gone to…”
“Gone to what?” Rachel frowned in concern.
Brittany looked like a dear caught in the headlights “Um…I don’t know if I’m supposed to tell you.”
“You can tell me.” Rachel hurriedly reassured the blonde “I won’t tell anyone you told me.”
“Quinn and Santana have gone to meet Finn so they can yell at him for hurting you.” Brittany blurted out, a guilty expression covering her face “Quinn’s really mad at him.”
“Oh…” Rachel took a moment to process the information, though she was still somewhat confused “Wait…Why is Santana going to yell at Finn?”
Brittany shrugged “She cares about you even if she won’t admit it. Anyway…she has to make sure that Quinn doesn’t kill Finn. I asked her to go to make sure that Quinn doesn’t get sent to Jail or something.”
“Right…” the diva nodded thoughtfully and bit her lip.
“When are you coming back to Glee Club?” Brittany questioned hopefully “It’s not the same without you bossing everybody around.”
Rachel shrugged as she pulled her cell phone from her pocket to send Quinn a quick message “….I don’t know Britt,” She paused for a moment as she hit send and slipped the phone back into her pocket “I don’t know if going back would be a good idea.” Upon noticing Brittany’s disappointed expression she quickly backtracked “But I might be! I might be kind of rusty after being away though so I need some time to practice.” She was lying of course. She knew for a fact that her voice would never get ‘rusty’. Singing just came naturally to her…but she didn’t want Brittany to be disappointed when she didn’t show up to Glee Practice on Monday.
Brittany brightened up at the statement “Okay! I can help you out with your dance routines if you want.”
“Sure.” Rachel smiled warmly, as she thought for the umpteenth time how lucky she was that Brittany was her friend “You know…You’re a great friend Britt.”
“I know.” Brittany beamed.
Rachel chuckled to herself, glad that she had managed to cheer Brittany up. She impulsively hugged the tall blonde who always open to affection hugged her back just as tightly. Rachel pulled back as she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket “Do you want to watch a movie or something until Santana comes back?”
Brittany nodded in response, hoping something would take her mind off how much she missed the Latina’s presence.
“You can pick one out.” Rachel offered as she pulled her phone from her pocket “you know where they are, right?”
“Yeah.” Brittany answered almost instantly. She had been watching movies at Rachel’s house at least once a week since they had become friends a few months ago so she knew her way around like the back of her hand.
“I’ll make popcorn.” Rachel called after Brittany as she watched her practically bounce out of the room. She waited for a moment until she looked down at the message she’d received. She frowned when she saw that it merely read: ‘Can’t tlk right now. I’ll text u ltr (Don’t worry). -Q x’. Rachel sighed and slipped her phone back into her pocket, officially worried.
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“Are you sure you want to do this?” Santana asked as she risked a glance across at Quinn before turning her eyes back to the road.
“Of course I want to do this!” Quinn exclaimed confidently “You know you would do exactly the same if you were in my position.”
Santana winced at the thought and stopped at a traffic light. She drummed her fingers lightly on the wheel as she waited for the lights to change colour.
“I’m so pissed at him.” Quinn whispered, capturing Santana’s attention “You have no idea San.” She leaned her head back and exhaled slowly, trying for the umpteenth time to calm herself down “I think I’m literally burning with anger.”
Santana glanced quickly at Quinn to see she did indeed look flushed “Well it’s a good thing you have me there to keep you from doing something stupid.” Noticing the traffic lights were changing colour, she released the break and accelerated.
“How can you not be angry?” Quinn questioned in disbelief “I mean I know that you try to convince everyone you hate Rachel but…I know you don’t. So…how can you be so calm?”
“I’m angry.” Santana answered softly “I’m just not letting it out.”
Quinn huffed and went back to staring out of the window. They drove in silence for a couple of minutes before she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She fished it out and looked at the screen “Rachel…”
“Hmm?” Santana hummed questioningly, having not heard Quinn’s whisper.
“Nothing.” Quinn muttered as she opened the message which merely read ‘I heard you were going to meet Finn…? Are you okay? - R * x’. She smiled softly to herself as she noticed Rachel’s signature star after her initial but didn’t have time to dwell on it as Santana was stopping the car while announcing that they were ‘here’. She got out of the car and slammed the door shut.
“Take the bloody door off the next time.” Santana muttered sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she too got out of the car and closed her door with less force.
“Brittany told Rachel.” Quinn informed Santana quietly as they began to walk.
“So?” Santana shrugged “Brittany doesn’t like to lie.”
Quinn sighed and hurriedly replied to the message before putting her phone back into her pocket.
“So…What exactly is the plan?” Santana questioned. As soon as the words left her mouth, she shook her head in disgust at the fact that she was starting to sound like Berry “Ugh.”
“The plan is to kick his ass.” Quinn stated, shooting Santana a look “You sound like Rachel.”
“Shut up.” Santana scowled.
Quinn smirked before picking up her pace through the isolated park. Santana had to jog to keep up with Quinn’s anger fuelled power walk. As they rounded the corner, the blonde stopped in place, a low growl escaping her throat as she noticed Finn leaning against a brick wall.
Santana barely had time to reflect upon the fact that Finn standing next to a brick wall was from a good idea before Quinn had rushed towards him and shoved him back against it. The boy’s breath escaped him in a whoosh and he coughed at the collision “Quinn!” he glanced around, his eyes widening in alarm when he noticed Santana strolling calmly towards them “Wh…where’s Brittany? She sent me a text and told me to meet her here.”
“That wasn’t Brittany.” Santana informed him with a smirk.
Finn glanced nervously between Santana and Quinn “What do you want?”
Quinn tightened her grip on Finn’s shirt, her muscles coiled tightly in preparation for a strike “I know what you did to Rachel.”
Finn swallowed fearfully at the look of pure fury in her eyes “I don’t know what you’re…” he was cut off by a sharp slap across the face. He turned shocked eyes back to meet Quinn’s “Quinn…”
“What you did to Rachel…” Quinn repeated through gritted teeth as her eyes flashed dangerously “wasn’t cheating…It was rape.” She flinched involuntarily as she finally said outloud the word that had been on her mind since she left the café. She noticed Santana had a similar reaction to the word but didn’t glance her way, instead choosing to watch Finn’s reaction.
“What?!” Finn paled at the accusation and shook his head vehemently “No way. I would never do that Quinn. You know me…come on.” He glanced pleadingly towards Santana but the Latina merely returned his stare coldly “I’m not capable of…that.” He spat the word out in disgust.
“You put something in her drink so she would sleep with you and took advantage of her when she passed out.” Quinn continued in a low voice “That. Is. Rape.”
“No!” Finn shook his head again as he stared at her through wide eyes “Quinn, I didn’t do anything like that. You have to believe…” he inhaled sharply as he was tugged away from the wall only to be pushed back against it, his ribs painfully protesting at the collision “Ask Rachel! She…”
Quinn stood on her tip toes and grabbed a handful of his hair; pulling back harshly to stop him talking “Don’t you fucking dare say her name.” she squeezed the dark hair in her hand before roughly releasing her grip “She told me exactly what happened. She only had one drink and you had sex with her while she was…” she trailed off, shaking her head in repulsion “You disgust me.”
“I didn’t do anything!” Finn defended loudly, earning himself a punch to the gut which caused him to bend at the waist “Ow! Quinn!”
Santana rolled her eyes at the boy’s whining “Come on Quinn. We’re not going to get anything from him apart from whining and denial.” She grabbed Quinn’s arm and gently tried to tug her away from Finn but to no avail “Quinn…come on!”
“Admit it.” Quinn ordered harshly, her gaze fixed to Finn’s “Admit what you did to her.”
“No!” Finn exclaimed starting to get angry at the allegations and her ill-treatment of him “She wanted it just as much as I did. You’re just trying to find an excuse to get back with her. You’re trying to blame the whole thing on me when it isn’t even my fault! She came to the party that night to seduce me because she wasn’t getting anything from you.”
“Take that back. RIGHT NOW!” Quinn growled dangerously and tightened her grip on his shirt.
“No.” Finn smirked at her “It’s true. Rachel told me.” He made a point to emphasise the diva’s name to piss the blonde off “though there wasn’t much actual speaking going on when we got…” he wasn’t prepared for the well-aimed fist heading in his direction. Quinn punched him hard, causing his head to hit the wall with an audible thud.
“Fuck!” Finn lifted a hand to cup his throbbing nose and instinctively shoved Quinn away causing her to stumble backwards and lose her footing. He instantly regretted the move however when he found himself facing a pissed off Santana Lopez “Aww shit.”
“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Santana questioned calmly despite the anger that laced her tone.
“It was an accident.” Finn explained, his voice slightly muffled by the hand that covered his bleeding nose “Damn it…I think she broke my nose.”
“Good.” Santana was unable to resist thumping the hand that covered his nose with the heel of her hand. She smirked in satisfaction as the boy let out a loud yelp in response to the pain. She turned and helped Quinn off the floor, keeping a steadying arm around her waist.
“I’ll never forgive you.” Quinn stated harshly, her anger seemingly spent “For what you did to Rachel…” her voice shook with emotion “I hate you!”
“See you on Monday Finnocence.” Santana smirked menacingly “Nobody messes with my friends…Don’t forget it.” With that said she gently pulled Quinn away from Finn, in the direction of the car. She moved quickly, not stopping until they were right next to it. She pressed the button to unlock the doors and they both got in quickly. There was silence for a full moment, the only sound being that of their heavy breathing.
“My hand hurts.” Quinn finally whispered into the stillness, her voice shaky with emotion.
Santana turned her head to see Quinn staring out of the window with tears in her eyes. Apparently the anger fading, had brought other emotions to the forefront “Quinn…”
“I should have been there.” Quinn whispered, clenching and unclenching her aching hand “I should have been there to stop it.”
Santana licked her lips, uncomfortable as always in situations like these “Don’t be stupid Quinn, you couldn’t have known what was going to happen.”
Quinn merely lowered her eyes, a choked sob escaping her “It shouldn’t have happened. Not to her.”
“I know…” Santana hesitantly shifted from her seat towards Quinn and drew the blonde into her arms “I know Q.”
Quinn gave into the embrace instantly, her whole body shaking with sobs. Despite the pain it caused her she lifted her hands and gripped Santana’s leather jacket with all of her strength needing something to focus on but her guilt and the deep gnawing ache in her chest.
TBC.