Fic: Lean On Me 11/??

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Fandom: Glee
Title: Lean On Me
Author: jt4702(JT)
Note: All text in italics denotes spoken Spanish.

Chapter 11

Mercedes and Kurt are convinced getting kicked off the Cheerios is due to something Rachel did, even though Sue states very clearly that it was because they couldn’t learn the routines for Regionals, didn’t have the stamina needed, and couldn’t reach the required weight by the given deadline. When they remind Sue about their vocal contribution, they’re told that singing won’t win cheerleading competitions. Sue goes as far as to threaten them with a world of pain if they so much as breathe a word of their routine to anyone who isn’t a Cheerio. Not that it truly matters, since Sue revamps the entire routine just in case. The only good thing of course is that at least they no longer have to fear the torture disguised as insane workouts as a form of retaliation from one Santana López.

As a result, Glee practice the following day becomes nothing more than an exercise in futility. They know that the only way they can sort of touch Rachel is during Glee because as disrespectful as Santana is, she still hasn’t directly challenged any teachers openly. They spend the entire practice throwing indirect barbs Rachel’s way. Schuester, as usual, sits back and does nothing, just as they had expected. Rachel, for her part, does her best to ignore them. It’s nothing new. The only difference is that she has to try her best at keeping Santana in check. The other two take that as ‘permission’ to get worse.

“Why don’t you ever fight back? Why do you always take whatever bad things people say or do to you?” Brittany asks during a short break.

“I’m used to it. Most of the time it’s nothing more than background noise, so I just tune it out. If it’s something very hurtful, I use it as incentive to work harder to make my dreams come true.” Rachel says softly, pleasantly surprised they are getting actual rehearsal/practice done.

“Some people are just jealous because you are one of the few who’ll get out of this hell hole. Too bad even our teachers aren’t immune to the Lima-Loser syndrome, so most don’t stop the douche bags.” Santana says loud enough for everyone to hear. She’s really getting sick of Schuester always ignoring Rachel's treatment.

“Break’s over guys. From the top.” Schuester says immediately following Santana’s words. It’s not that he wants to prevent the situation from getting worse. As far as he’s concerned, there’s no situation per se. It’s just a bunch of teenagers being teenagers. Besides, he had to put up with the whole hierarchy while he was in school. No one stopped the jocks from picking on him either. He only stops things because he doesn’t need anyone rubbing in his face that he never made it out of Lima.

Everyone, except Rachel, sighs and groans at his words.

“Quinn, will you be all right to continue? Our break barely lasted a minute.” Rachel asks.

“I’ll be fine. We never had breaks with Coach. Not even when one of us was injured, so I’m still used to running on fumes.” Quinn answers.

Rachel nods. She wants to argue the point more, but she doesn’t want to make the blonde feel worse by reminding her yet again, how her life has changed so dramatically now that she’s pregnant. “All right, everyone. You heard Mr. Schuester. From the top.” She says before she leads them through another run through of their Regionals routine.

“I don’t see why Mr. Schue keeps giving Rachel the solos when it’s clear I’m the better singer.” Mercedes says snidely, interrupting Rachel mid-song yet again.

Schuester conveniently finds that exact moment to straighten out his vest and hair.

“Probably because Rachel has a better range than all of us combined and she can sing different genres of music equally well.” Tina of all people mumbles out, clearly getting frustrated with all the interruptions.

“If that were true, then Coach Sylvester wouldn’t have picked Kurt and me to be the Cheerios’ main and only vocalists ever.” Mercedes says with a triumphant smirk.

“That’s not true. Don’t you remember? Coach said that if singing is what wins cheerleading competitions she would have gotten Rachel to be a Cheerio the second she started at McKinley. She said she needed Santana and Quinn cheering ‘cause they’re the best athletes we have and she refused to waste their talents like that.” Brittany says brightly. “Is it because Coach said it using meaner words and called you guys names and you’re not used to the way she talks? Or is it because unlike with Quinn, Coach kicked you out in front of the entire squad and you were too embarrassed to really listen to what she said?” Brittany asks in a way that only she can get away with. She smiles inwardly when she sees Santana smirk instead of flying off the handle. She doesn’t think that even Rachel can talk Santana out of trouble if she’s caught fighting again.

Quinn, being well acquainted with Sue’s brand of crazy barely manages to stifle her laughter, especially when others snicker not so subtly at Brittany’s words. They sort of stop when Schuester clears his throat.

Kurt, in an attempt to shift the attention away from them and back to Rachel, makes the mistake of saying something about Finn’s suspension for fighting being unfair when Santana, who clearly had him pinned against a wall is still sitting with them.

Just before any of the girls who were present can set him straight, Schuester dismisses them saying that it’s a closed matter. He doesn’t want the others judging Finn or think less of the quarterback, no matter how in the wrong the boy might have been.

At least things on other fronts go better. For the remainder of the week, Tony, Jeremy, and Jonathan find their respective cars scratched with the words ‘Lima Losers’ and ‘Cowards’. Their tires are not just punctured, but shredded so they have to replace them. Things inside school aren’t much better. The re-united Unholy Trinity keep ‘accidently’ dumping things on them. Quinn goes as far as ‘vomiting’ on them, blaming it on her pregnancy. No one points out that the blonde has passed the queasy stage of her pregnancy once she started her second trimester. When the weekend finally rolls around, the four girls split their time between Rachel’s house and Brittany’s house to bond and get to know each other better.

* * *
Back in school, the sheep act as it’s expected of them. They follow their flock leaders without question. By the beginning of the following week, the three jocks are the hapless victims of all the other frustrated jocks and Cheerios who have been forbidden to go after Rachel. They don’t question the shift. It might feel odd that they’re turning on one of their own, but if they were stupid enough to piss off Santana, then let them suffer the consequences.

Santana, Brittany and Quinn smile at a job well done. To think, that’s only the beginning. The girls are still giggling when they see their latest victims skulk away after being hit by more slushies. The only down side is that Finn’s suspension is nearly over. Unfortunately, the bumbling giant will be back the following day, and by default, their next Glee practice.

Monday’s practice isn’t much better. Over the weekend, Finn ‘accidentally’ let it slip that Rachel prevented Santana from getting suspended but did nothing for him, conveniently ‘forgetting’ to mention that Rachel was the one to prevent Sue from convincing Figgins into making him ineligible for extracurricular activities. The only reason some of the gleeks are not back to throwing thinly veiled barbs Rachel’s way is their fear of retribution. It’s no secret that the jocks collectively known as ‘The Three Stooges’ were one of the worst when it came to picking on Rachel. That in turn seems to have pissed off Santana and now those boys find themselves the target of some very creative happenings, not just slushies and dumpster dumps. The last thing they want is to become the new target for Santana’s wrath by constantly picking on Rachel. The sudden extra slushies to those who were openly picking on Rachel last practice were enough of a reminder that they don’t want to draw more attention to themselves. Instead, the entire practice is spent whining and nitpicking every minor detail of their set list for Regionals. Once again, Schuester dismisses them early when the complaints mention their lack of a male lead.

* * *
Rachel, in the mean time, pays closer attention to Quinn. She has noticed that the former Cheerio is constantly tired with dark circles under her eyes. The blonde always leaves with Brittany or Santana and her, instead of Puck. She also sees that the only times Quinn has a balanced meal is when she packs lunch for all of them, or when Quinn stays for the now, very often sleepovers at her place. Not to mention, Quinn nearly always collapses from exhaustion during said sleepovers. Any of Rachel’s attempts to talk to Puck about Quinn are met with ‘I’ve got things under control’ from the boy before he walks away. After much deliberation, she finally decides to put her plan into action.

“Baby, may I speak with you in private?” Rachel asks with a small smile after she greets her girlfriend with a kiss by her locker.

“Uh, sure.” Santana says slightly unsure, thinking Rachel is finally going to say something about retribution not being right. She was pleasantly surprised the diva hadn’t brought up the subject since they started to carry out their punishment. They slowly make their way to an empty classroom. “What is it Preciosa?” She asks, although her first instinct is to assure the diva the assholes deserve everything that has been done to them so far. She waits because the last thing she wants is to disappoint the diva.

“Are you aware of how much pressure Noah has been putting on Quinn to keep their baby? Or how he always disappears after school without a thought? If it weren’t for us or Brittany, Quinn wouldn’t have a way to return to the Puckermans’ home.” Rachel asks gently.

Santana’s eyes widen at the topic. That had been the last thing on her mind. “Not really. Quinn and I haven’t really been that close since her pregnancy became public.” She replies looking at her feet, shame and regret clearly visible on her features. “I… I wasn’t that great of a friend when she needed me to be. What’s going on?” She manages to force out, eyes still firmly on her sneaker-clad feet.

“I’ve been watching Quinn ever since that first afternoon she came to my place. You know, when we told the girls about ‘the incident’…” Rachel says, eventually telling Santana everything she has talked about with Quinn, along with everything she has seen so far, including her attempts to talk to Puck and how he outright ignores and dismisses her. Rachel’s heart clenches at the pain and guilt she can see so clearly whenever Santana drops her tough girl image. She reaches over with a hand and gently ghosts the back of her fingers on Santana’s face, causing the Latina to slowly lift her head up. “Baby, we all made our fair share of mistakes. I’m sure that if you talk to her, things will only get better. I have a feeling she has already forgiven you.” She finishes, and for the first time since the conversation started, Santana looks up to meet Rachel’s eyes.

“How can you be so sure? I mean, I turned my back on her when she needed me the most. Once I found out about Puck being the father, I wasn’t just ignoring her. I was an outright bitch to her. I blamed her for everything, when I know it was Puck who has been chasing her for as long as I can remember.” Santana says barely above a whisper.

“If Quinn can forgive me for revealing the paternity of her baby and going after her boyfriend, I’m sure she’ll forgive you. If not, she wouldn’t be talking to you now. Just tell her how you feel.” Rachel says softly.

“It’s different. The two of you were never friends. We’ve been friends since sixth grade. What I did was so much worse. I betrayed one of my best friends by choosing popularity.” Santana admits, barely able to keep her tears at bay.

“Maybe, but on the same token, you also have years of friendship on your side. You’re truly sorry for what you did, and you’re actively talking and interacting with her. You’re there for her now. That counts more than all the empty promises in the world. So long as you’re honest with each other, and stop hiding behind your façades, things will work out.” Rachel says with confidence.

“You think it’s really that simple?” Santana asks.

“Yes, I do.” Rachel says.

“Thanks for listening, Preciosa. We’ve only been together for ten days and already you know exactly what to say to ground me and help me feel better.” Santana says.

“I’m glad I could help, but I, uh, brought this up because I think we should do something to make things easier for Quinn now that we know how difficult things have been.” Rachel replies.

“What can we do about it?” Santana asks, feeling slightly better.

“I was going to ask her to move in with my dads and me. Even before all this happened, even before Quinn’s parents found out, I had already spoken to Dad and Daddy about offering our home to her, in case her parents kicked her out. They immediately said yes, but the need never truly came because at first she stayed with Finn. Then Noah took her in after my huge indiscretion before I had the chance to make amends.” Rachel says. “Will you be all right with her moving in with me?” She adds.

Santana’s head snaps to the diva once again. She truly feels awful for ever thinking Rachel is selfish. Not anyone would offer one of their main nemesis and tormentor safe haven. Not only that, her girlfriend is also worried about how such actions would affect her. At that moment, Santana falls for Rachel just a little more and a little harder. “You truly amaze me, Preciosa. As long as Quinn is okay with it, I’ll be fine. It’ll also give us the chance to talk to each other and clear the air.” The Latina manages to say.

“Good. I’m going to need your help then.” Rachel says with a blinding smile.

“Anything, Mi Reina. Just tell me what to do.” Santana replies as she wraps her arms around the diva. After hearing what Rachel had to say about it, she’ll do whatever she can to help get Quinn out of Puck’s place.

“I need you to keep an eye on and if the need arises, distract Noah while I speak to Quinn. I don’t want today to be the day he chooses to be responsible. With my luck, you never know. I’m hoping to be able to persuade her that it would be better to move to an environment more conductive to a relaxed existence for the overall wellbeing of both mother and child.” Rachel says as she relaxes in Santana’s arms.

“Consider it done, Preciosa.” Santana says with a lovesick smile.

“What?” Rachel asks with furrowed brows.

“Nothing, it’s just that I finally allowed myself to see how sexy you are when you’re scheming and planning.” Santana says. “Not that you’re not sexy all the time.” She adds, chuckling at the indignant look on her girlfriend’s face.

“I do not scheme. I plan for all possible scenarios so we don’t have to deal with adverse situations. And on the off chance we have to deal with anything bad, at least we’re not blindsided and we’re prepared to deal accordingly.” Rachel says with a pout.

“Yes, you do. And you also have the best interest of everyone at heart. You’re so wonderful, Mi Cielo. I’m so sorry for ever calling you selfish. You’re the most generous person I’ve ever met.” Santana says lovingly before she captures Rachel’s lips in a kiss she hopes conveys the regret, love, and admiration she feels. But above all, the hope of a future together.

Rachel automatically returns the kiss and wonders how she can be so lucky.

“Come on, Preciosa, we need to get this show on the road if we want to have Quinn all moved in before it gets too late. Now that I know how shitty things are, I don’t want her spending another second at Puck’s than it’s necessary.” Santana says after she reluctantly pulls apart. She could kiss Rachel until the end of time and it would not be enough.

“As much as I’d like for that to be the final outcome, it might not happen today. But at least I’d have planted the idea for her to think about.” Rachel says as she slowly extricates herself from Santana’s arms.

“Mi Cielo, from what you’ve told me, given the option, Quinn would only be too happy to move to a saner place.” Santana says as she starts to make her way to the door, tugging lightly at her girlfriend to follow.

“Let’s hope that’s the case. If so, Brittany, Quinn, and I can head over to the Puckermans’ to get her things. It’ll definitely mean you need to make sure Noah doesn’t go home until we’re done there. I really don’t want to add any more stress to Quinn, should she accept my offer. I don’t want him to make Quinn feel bad for choosing her and the baby’s wellbeing and try to guilt her into staying.” Rachel says, laying her head over the crook of Santana’s neck.

Soon, the two scheming brunettes find their respective targets.

“Good luck.” Santana whispers with a wink before she struts over to Puck’s locker.

“Thanks Baby. You too.” Rachel whispers as she blows a kiss Santana’s way before she turns around.

Rachel walks silently towards Quinn’s locker, hoping that by the time she gets there, she’ll have her thoughts in order. She wants to make sure that as good as her intentions are, that she won’t unwittingly add more pressure and stress. She hopes that her words will get through to Quinn and that in the end, the blonde will think of her unborn child’s wellbeing. She has already made up her mind on her possible course of action. She makes a mental note to continue to bring a good and well balanced lunch, along with a few appropriate snacks for Quinn, regardless of what is decided today. She also makes sure to talk to her dads later so she can update them about the situation. She hopes have Quinn move in with her and her dads no later than the weekend. She stops a few feet away, to observe the blonde as she slowly packs her things. The sight of the tired girl that is a mere shadow of the vibrant Head Cheerio of the past only serves to strengthen her resolve. She takes a deep breath and walks towards Quinn with a smile.

“Hello Quinn. May we talk?” Rachel asks as she stops beside Quinn.

“Hi Rachel. Of course we can. Is everything okay? ” Quinn asks once she sees what she can only describe as apprehension in Rachel’s usually bright eyes. She has to squash the rising anger when she thinks Rachel is once again thinking about ‘the incident’. So far, those are the only times the diva shows her distress openly. It’s only then that she notices the Latina is nowhere to be seen. “Did someone (she makes it a point to never say those names unless absolutely necessary) do something to you? Do I need to text Santana?” She asks as she shoves the last book in her bag, wondering where Santana is.

“I’m fine, thanks for asking. No one said nor did anything to me, so there’s no need to get Santana, though I appreciate the thought behind it. In fact, we parted ways just before I came over to talk.” Rachel says, wondering if she’ll ever be able to truly leave ‘the incident’ behind and move on. By the way Quinn had said ‘someone’ she knew immediately who the blonde was referring to. “Actually, what I want to talk to you about has nothing to do with, uh, that.” She says as she forces herself not to think about that. Part of her knows that they’ll have to deal with it before they can even hope to truly put it in the past.

“If you ever needed to, you know, talk about… stuff, I’m here for you. You know that, right?” Quinn asks as she shuts her locker close. ‘Way to be eloquent, Fabray.’ Quinn thinks to herself as she cringes at her choice of words.

“I know, and for that, I’m truly thankful.” Rachel says in a near whisper, not wanting anyone to overhear them.

Quinn nods relieved she managed to get her point across.

“Could we maybe head to the choir room for our talk? I really don’t want to give any gossipmongers lagging behind an earful.” Rachel says just as soft, eyes scanning the hallways for possible eavesdroppers. It doesn’t matter that most people avoid her still. One never knows. The sheep might have new targets, but she knows that regardless of that fact, she’s still one of their favourites. She’s aware they’ve only stopped bullying her openly because of Santana.

“Sure. Think Britt can join us?” Quinn asks. “I’m supposed to meet her by her locker in a few minutes. I don’t want her to think I ditched her or that we’re keeping stuff from her.” She says with a smile. It’s been so nice of Brittany to always find something to do in order to delay her inevitable return to Puck’s place.

Rachel is unsure because she doesn’t want to make Quinn uncomfortable. But upon closer examination, she has realised how close the two blondes have become. If anything, that may play in her favour, since she knows Brittany also wants Quinn out of Puck’s place. “Of course, as long as you’re comfortable with Brittany listening in, I have no problem with that.” She says with a smile.

Quinn smiles in return, and they slowly make their way to Brittany’s locker.

“Rachie! Are you and San going to come with Quinn and me to feed the ducks at the pond and have your date later?” Brittany asks excited as she pulls Quinn to a hug.

“Maybe later if we have the time. I was hoping to have a talk with Quinn, and we were wondering if you wanted to join us.” Rachel says with a gentle smile.

“Sure. Are we going to plan how we’re gonna kick Finn’s ass once he returns to school tomorrow?” Brittany asks as she releases Quinn, only to wrap her arms around the brunette.

“Uh, no Brittany. We’re not plotting Finn’s demise or downfall. Hopefully a week’s suspension has taught him a lesson and he shall leave me alone from now on.” Rachel says neutrally.

Brittany automatically turns to face Quinn, knowing the shorter blonde will translate the Rachel-speak for her.

“We’re not going to do anything unless Finnsensitive scares Rachel again.” Quinn says in an equally neutral tone. She makes a mental note to talk to Santana and Brittany about Finn without Rachel present in case they need to do anything similar to what they have done to Tony, Jeremy, and Jonathan. She knows it’s only a matter of time before he tries something. Finn has always wanted what he cannot have.

“What is it then, Rachie. Was someone mean to you and make you sad? Do we need to let Santana know so she can make them say sorry to you?” Brittany asks concerned.

“Nothing like that Brittany. Why don’t we go to the choir room so we can talk without others listening in?” Rachel says with a genuine smile. It warms her to know that aside from Santana, she can also count on the two blondes for support.

“Okay.” Brittany says as she grabs hold of the other two girls’ hands.

Once they’re in the choir room, Rachel closes and locks the door. She doesn’t want anyone walking in on them. She goes as far as plugging a set of speakers to her iPod and create some background noise that would make listening through the door that much harder.

“What’s this about Rachel?” Quinn asks once the three of them are sitting down. She wonders if this has something to do with Santana, since the Latina isn’t with them.

“Is San being a poopyhead by asking for sexy-times after what happened?” Brittany blurts out, thinking that’s the reason Santana isn’t with them.

Quinn immediately tenses at the question. She didn’t think about that possibility, but it would certainly explain Rachel’s apprehension, especially taking into consideration the talk about sex when Rachel was with Jesse. She’s already thinking of having a talk with Santana about boundaries.

Rachel’s eyes nearly bug out with the implication of that question. “Of course not. Santana has been an absolute godsend since everything happened. We’ve been taking things slow. She takes her cues from me. She’s waiting for me to let her know when I’m ready for more. She hasn’t complained one bit and she hasn’t pressured me in any way.” She admits to the other two, blushing crimson.

Quinn and Brittany breathe a sigh of relief at Rachel’s words. They immediately feel bad that they jumped to the wrong conclusion.

“What is it then?” Quinn prompts when they’re enveloped in silence.

Rachel looks at both blondes and takes a deep breath. “There’s no easy way to say this, so I’m just going straight to the point.” She says in what she hopes is a calm voice. Rachel forces any thoughts about where and how fast her budding relationship with Santana is going to the back of her mind for now. She doesn’t need the added stress of knowing that for now, she’s damaged goods and Santana deserves better.

“Ever since we became friends and especially after we talked that morning; I’ve noticed how rough things are for you at Noah’s. I don’t think all that stress is good for you or the baby. I think it’d be best for you to move in with my dads and me.” Rachel says, her eyes never leaving Quinn’s.

Quinn’s first instinct is to yell at Rachel for not minding her own business. It’s more a reaction born of too much pride, which thankfully she manages to squash. Then she admits that it actually feels nice to have someone care enough about her to not only notice, but also willing do something more permanent about it. She has noticed how Rachel has insisted in packing lunch almost daily now or how she has study sessions that turn into impromptu sleepovers. She looks at the girls sitting there, waiting for her to do or say something. Rachel looks slightly afraid that she might have done something wrong. Brittany looks back and forth between her and Rachel. She can tell Brittany is worried, but at the same time relieved that someone finally had the courage to come to Quinn’s defence. If she’s honest to herself, she’s relieved as well.

“Rach, it’s not I’m not tempted, or that I don’t appreciate it, but what about your dads? You can’t just offer me something like that out of the blue. I know you haven’t really talked to your dads because you spend every free time between your lessons either with Santana, or with Britt and me. And even if they agree, I don’t want your or their pity.” Quinn says quietly.

“First of all, it’s not pity. It’s me caring about a friend. Remember when we first found out about your pregnancy and I offered you my friendship and my support? I had already talked to my fathers then and regardless of our past history, they had agreed to take you in if you needed a place to stay. That has never changed. In fact, they were extremely disappointed in me once they found out about what I did. If anything, they’ll be ecstatic that we finally get to make amends for my selfishness. And no, it’s not about guilt either. Keep in mind what I just said. We were ready to offer you our home the moment I found out you were pregnant. We were hoping we’d never had to and that your parents would have done the right thing by you.” Rachel says looking straight at Quinn’s hazel eyes.

Quinn’s eyes reflect the surprise she feels. Rachel had been ready to offer her home even before her parents kicked her out. Her eyes open wider and a gasp escapes her mouth. “Rach, that was before everyone knew the truth. That was when you were still pining over Finn and he was being an ass to both of us. That was before you said anything, when I was still being so awful to you. Why?” Quinn manages to say just barely above a whisper.

Brittany is also surprised by the revelation. It really brings home just how generous Rachel is and how everyone has misjudged the diva. As self-absorbed as the girl seems, she counters it by opening her heart to let just about anyone in.

“Because as egocentric as I am, even I could see you needed a friend. I never hated you. I remember what you were like when we first met in pre-school. You were one of the few kids who wasn’t mean to me just because of my dads. Your mom packed you a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich and you weren’t too happy because you wanted a BLT. Even back then you were addicted to bacon.” Rachel says with a fond smile.

“You gave me your chocolate cupcake and your chocolate milk during lunch. You said chocolate always makes things better. You even gave me one of your gold star stickers.” Quinn says sadly.

“You took them and gave me your milk, apple slices, and caramel dip. You didn’t care that the other kids were calling me names. That always meant the world to me. Back then, it didn’t hold the significance it holds today because I didn’t understand your upbringing. But looking in retrospect, what you did took a lot of courage and a good heart. I knew that one of these days that little girl would find her way back.” Rachel says softly, eyes never wavering.

Quinn closes her eyes as her first tears fall. She can barely remember those early formative years. She’s beyond surprised that Rachel would. Russell had pulled her out of the pre-school the same day, after he found out about Rachel’s family make-up. When they met again in high school, Quinn had acted as if they had never met. Rachel for her part never gave indication she remembered that day until now. “You’re too nice for your own good.” Quinn manages to say before she is engulfed in Rachel’s arms.

“Shh. Don’t cry Quinn. Just let me do this for you. I promise you that I’ll leave you alone and I won’t pester you or talk you into a coma if you move in with us. I had no idea until recently how neglectful Noah has been. We can figure out a more permanent solution later on, but for now, at least consider it an option. My home will always be your home. You just need to say the word. If you want, we can have you moved in today. We can even turn our next sleepover into a ‘let’s decorate Quinn’s room’ weekend.” Rachel says.

“Rachel is right. This way, Puck won’t be able to make you sad all the time by saying stuff about how you should keep the baby. I haven’t asked you to move in with my family because we don’t have the room at home.” Brittany adds.

“You’ll sleep a lot better and eat a lot better as well. You’ll be able to have as much bacon as you want, whenever you want. No one will make you feel bad because it’s a pork product. No more cold cereal for meals unless you’re craving it. No more frozen dinners. Within reason, I’ll even do a food run in the middle of the night if you develop some strange craving. There’ll be no more dingy basement. You’ll have your own room in the same floor as the rest of us. You won’t be isolated or made to feel like side thought, an obligation, or a dirty little secret. The only thing we’d have to share would be the bathroom.” Rachel says once she sees that Quinn is actually considering it.

“Are you sure your dads are okay with this?” Quinn asks.

“Yes, they’re both all right with you moving in. That offer never went off the table. Daddy knows what you’re going through. Obviously not the being pregnant part, but when he came out to his parents, he was kicked out of his house with nothing more than the clothes he was wearing. He always considered himself lucky because at least they didn’t attempt to beat the gay out of him or send him to those awful camps where they try to pray away the gay and brainwash him into thinking he’s heterosexual. Thankfully, his best friend and his family took him in. From that day, he made a vow that when things got better for him, he’d always open his home to anyone in a similar situation.” Rachel says quietly. She still cannot fathom how supposedly loving parents can just toss their children out because of a mistake or a circumstance beyond their control.

“Even with our past history, you and your dads are still opening your home to me?” Quinn asks.

“I haven’t been an innocent party in our previous interactions. We both made mistakes. My dads trust my judgement. They’ve seen how we all interact together and seen the change. That’s why they haven’t objected to Santana and me dating.” Rachel says.

“You’ve told your dads about you and S and they still are okay with the two of you sharing a bed during sleepovers?” Quinn asks surprised.

“Yes, I did. She’s important to me. They’ve noticed that I’ve been acting funny lately. The only reason they haven’t pressed is because they respect my privacy and they know that I’ll tell them when I’m ready. They saw how I was right after ‘the incident’ and how also how happy I’ve been these last few days. They asked me what was making me so happy and I told them it was all because of Santana.” Rachel says with a smile. “My dads are quite open about a lot of things, and they’ve always told me they’d rather I, uh, do certain things in the safety of my room, rather than say, the backseat of a car or in a seedy motel room. I’ve been on birth control since the day I turned fifteen.” She adds, once again blushing crimson.

“Does that mean that your dads are okay with you having sex in your room? Even when they’re home?” Brittany asks, surprised that there are some parents who share the same open-minded philosophy as hers.

“Yes. My room, after all, is soundproofed. But, they keep emphasizing that I need to make sure I’m ready emotionally for it, and not just physically, but we’re digressing here.” Rachel says, blushing even more.

“Okay. I’ll move in with you. I’ll go crazy if I stay at Puck’s any longer. Between his pressure and his mom’s very vocal disapproval, it’s surprising I haven’t gone postal yet. I won’t be too much of a burden. My mom might not have stopped Russell, but she’s made sure to deposit enough money on my bank account to cover medical expenses since I got the boot and she’s kept paying for my cell phone. What I don’t spend on doctor’s appointments and pre-natal vitamins I can give your dads, the same way I’ve been doing with Mrs. Puckerman.” Quinn says as she looks up from Rachel’s arms.

“Dad and Daddy won’t take a penny from you. We’ll talk more about that once you’ve settled in. We can go over to Noah’s right now and we can get you packed and moved in next to no time.” Rachel says with a beaming smile. Then Quinn’s words register completely. “You mean to say that Noah hasn’t helped you out financially at all?” She asks.

“No. His job is seasonal, so it’ll be a while before he can get steady employment again. When people with pools open them for the summer.” Quinn says.

“I always thought he disappeared for work purposes.” Rachel says shocked.

“I don’t think so. Mrs. Puckerman is always complaining that the least he could do was help out more if he was going to saddle her with an extra mouth to feed and house. It’s why I’ve been giving her any spare money I have.” Quinn says.

“Puck isn’t going to be happy. He’ll say mean things when he finds out and even try to stop us if he’s home.” Brittany says sadly.

“It’s still no excuse. Noah could have gotten some form of part-time employment.” Rachel says. She wants to say more, but leaves it at that. She knows she made the right choice when she sees Quinn’s grateful smile. “And don’t worry about him. Santana is keeping him distracted, so if we’re quick about it, we shouldn’t have any problems. If anything, I think Mrs. Puckerman will be relieved by the whole thing.” She adds as she runs one of her hands through Quinn’s hair.

Quinn closes her eyes as she tries to keep from crying again. As much as she hates it, she knows Rachel is right. Puck’s mom would only be too happy to see her move out. Since she moved in with them, the woman hasn’t let up with her very vocal disapproval of the entire situation. From the fact that Quinn isn’t Jewish, to the fact that she not only ruined her own life, but that of her son’s as well. She’s positive the only reason the woman has allowed her to stay for so long is because she has been helping financially as much as she can. When she’s sure she’s not going to break out in tears, she opens her eyes and looks into cinnamon coloured eyes filled with acceptance and compassion, but not pity. “Thank you for everything Rachel.” She breathes out.

“Does that mean we’re not going to feed the duckies today because we’re going to be getting Quinn’s stuff from Puck’s to take to Rachel’s house?” Brittany asks.

“Yes, Brittany. I’m sorry. I know you were looking forward to it.” Rachel says gently as she finally releases the shorter blonde.

“That’s okay Rachie. I know this is for Quinn. The duckies will understand.” Brittany says with an understanding smile.

“Thanks for being so cool about it, Britt.” Quinn says, tears once again threatening to fall.

“I want you happy again, Q. Seeing you so sad all the time is making me sad too. I don’t like it that you’re sleepy all the time.” Brittany admits.

“How about the four of us go to the pond tomorrow and we’ll make it up to you?” Rachel asks as they start to gather their things.

“Do you think San will agree to it?” Brittany asks with a hopeful smile.

“Of course. No matter what, you’re still one of her best friends, Brittany.” Rachel replies with a gentle s mile as she pulls out her iPhone.

Santana López

Baby, everything went great.
We’re on our way to the Puckermans
to pick up Quinn’s things.
Will let you know when we’re done.

K Preciosa.
I was just about to text you.
Where are you guys?

Choir room still.
Why?

Puck took off already.
Don’t worry. He’s not heading home.
Long story.
Wait for me?

How about we meet you
at the Puckermans’?
Don’t want to risk running
into him if he heads home early.

He’s heading to the parking lot.
Wiser to make sure he’s gone first.
I’ll explain everything. OMW to you.

K, Baby.

Rachel frowns slightly at the exchange, but if Santana isn’t freaking out, then she’ll try her best to stay positive.

“Santana is on her way.” Rachel says to the blondes as she unlocks her door.

“Is Puck going to be a problem? Is he heading home?” Quinn asks worried. Santana wouldn’t be coming back unless something was going on.

“I don’t think so. She said he’s on his way to the parking lot. She assured me he’s not going home. She would have called if it was anything bad. I think it’ll be better if we wait a bit so we don’t run into him. I don’t know what he’ll think if he sees us together all of a sudden.” Rachel answers.

“He knows I’ve been hanging out with you. He’ll probably think you’re giving me a ride back to his place, like you’ve been doing for the last week.

“Not today. Brittany made it very clear it was just the two of you going to pond.” Rachel says. She bites down on the urge to say something derogative about the boy. Instead, she smiles at the blondes as they wait for Santana.

* * *
Santana makes her way to Puck’s locker and thinks about the best way to keep him busy without rousing too much suspicion. Ever since the incident involving Mercedes where they were both fighting over him, things have been different. It doesn’t help that she always tosses him aside whenever she has his full attention on her, or that he’s still suspicious she’s up to something. At least he won’t bring up Finn’s suspension, since the two boys barely exchange a word nowadays. She lets out a slight breath of relief when she sees he’s still there and she doesn’t have to hunt him down or worse yet, have to call him.

“Wait up Puck; I need to talk to you.” Santana says in what she hopes is a friendly, yet indifferent tone.

“How did you get Berry to agree to a threesome?” Puck asks leering at her.

‘Too friendly’ Santana thinks to herself. “Jesus Fucking Christ. You really are a goddamn pig. Not everything is about sex. Stop picturing shit like that because it’ll never happen.” She says out loud, disgust clear in her voice.

“Why else would you talk to me? You’re never into me whenever you’re getting some, and you’re only friendly when you want me. So what is it then? Is this where you tell me what you’re really up to with Berry? ‘Cause she and I might not be close, but she doesn’t deserve whatever crap you’re planning on doing to her.” Puck says, no liking Santana’s tone of voice one bit.

“Fuck off, Puckerman. It goes both ways. You don’t call me unless you’re horny and can’t get any, so stop acting like the jilted lover you’re not. You don’t get to be all ‘holier than thou’ when it comes to Rachel. You were the one who turned down her friendship after you guys broke off whatever little thing you had because you still have a hard-on for Quinn. Stop thinking with your dick, and get it through your thick head that I have nothing bad planned for Rachel. I actually like her, jackass.” Santana hisses, very close to punching him.

“Weren’t you just fighting Mercedes over me just a few weeks ago? Stop talking like you don’t miss the Puckasaurus.” Puck counters grabbing his crotch and humping his hand.

“Give it a rest already. That ship has sailed, never to return. You, along with every other Lima Loser have been found lacking. Move the fuck on.” Santana snaps revolted. She’s so tired of this crap.

“All this because of a fucking credit score? You’re fucking unbelievable. Are you gonna pant after me once I hook up with another hottie? You know it’s only a matter of time before that happens. ‘Sides, it’s not just the chicks here that are chasing after me. I have cougars lining up to have a go at the Puckasaurus. So if you’ve got nothing important to say to me, I’m wasting valuable time with you when I could be getting some.” Puck says, giving another hump to empty air.

“You’re so disgusting. Is that why you’ve disappearing every day after school?” Santana asks in disbelief. “And stop talking about yourself in the third person. It’s annoying and so fucking cliché.” She adds with a revolted face.

“Jealous? I knew the second I became unavailable you’d want back on the Puckerman Express. Too late to change your mind. If you wanna ride the Puckster again, you’re gonna have to talk Berry into giving me some. And I get to pop her cherry.” Puck says with a smirk before he turns around and leaves a fuming Santana behind.

“Only in your perverted dreams and fantasies, asshole.” Santana calls out. She feels like tackling Puck and punching the shit out of him. She only refrains because it means that she doesn’t have to come up with a reason to stall him. She can’t believe she put up with that. At least Matt had been a sweetheart when they were together. She’s jolted out of her thoughts when she hears the new incoming-text chirp. She smiles when she reads the news and gives Rachel a quick update. She’ll get into details later. With one final glare at the direction Puck disappeared in, she turns around and jogs to the choir room.

“Baby!” Rachel says the second she sees Santana enter the choir room.

“Preciosa.” Santana says, barely managing to keep the ‘I missed you’ from escaping her lips. There’s only so much of her soft side reserved only for Rachel that others get to see.

“Where’s Noah going? Are you sure he’s not going home?” Rachel asks, needing the confirmation almost as much as Quinn does.

“I’m sure, so don’t worry about it.” Santana says, unsure of how much she should say. She doesn’t want to upset Quinn any more than necessary.

“Where’s he off to? It can’t be to play video games because I know his Xbox is back at his place.” Quinn asks.

“No. It’s not video games. But we should get going. Even with the four of us, it’ll take a while to pack and move your stuff.” Santana says. She’s tempted to play dumb, but instead, she deflects. She doesn’t want to lie.

“I don’t have that much stuff. Thirty minutes is just long enough to get the most basic of things.” Quinn says sadly.

“I think we’ll have more than a half hour. When I drive you back, around nine Puck isn’t home yet and it’s not even five. I know Mrs. Puckerman doesn’t come back until at least eight because her shift is like my dad’s and he’s not done until seven.” Brittany says.

“That’s not what I meant, Britt-Britt. When Russell kicked me out, he set the timer on the microwave and only gave me a half hour to pack my things. When your head is swimming in utter disbelief, the last thing you’re thinking is packing smart. I didn’t get that much stuff. I barely have two duffle bags worth of clothing. I was lucky enough to remember my laptop, phone charger, and iPod stuff.” Quinn says.

Rachel stares in shock. She hadn’t known that detail. Finn never said anything about it the few times they talked about it. She’s even more relieved that she and her dads can now make things better for Quinn. “How should we do this?” She asks.

“How about Q goes with B in her car and we’ll follow?” Santana asks. She wants to run things by Rachel and see how much she should tell Quinn. She wants to know whether or not the information will help or make things worse.

Quinn looks at Santana knowing there’s more to meet the eye. Years of friendship, however strained it’s been the past few months, have taught her how to read the Latina. She lets it go for now. She wants to get out of Puck’s as fast as she can, so any serious talks will have to be postponed until after she’s gone from there. She’s sure that even if Rachel were to speak non-stop until she gives birth, it’s bound to be a lot better than her current living conditions. Besides, she wouldn’t mind having someone to talk to. “That works. I’m sure San misses her alone time with you, Rach.” She says puckering her lips making kissing gestures.

Rachel blushes, but like Quinn, she’s learned to read Santana so she’s sure her girlfriend has something in mind she wants to talk about alone.

“Come on Q, before you get San all worked up with your teasing.” Brittany says as she pulls on Quinn’s hand.

Santana shakes her head with an amused smile. She knows she’s truly whipped because she doesn’t want to risk upsetting Rachel and Quinn with a smart ass remark. “You heard B, Preciosa. Let’s go. We don’t want to keep them waiting. I know B said Mrs. Puckerman isn’t home yet, but things change. I don’t want Q and B alone to face her wrath if her shift got switched last minute or something.” She says as she guides Rachel out the choir room.

Rachel shakes her head in disapproval when Santana shares her exchange with Puck. She wants to forget her stance against violence and have Santana beat the ever living daylights out of the boy. How dare he pressure Quinn into keeping the baby when he’s off screwing around without a care in the world? So much for the boy learning responsibility. She sighs when they arrive at the Puckermans and sees a car already in the driveway. Looks like they’re going to have to deal with Mrs. Puckerman after all. At least Puck hasn’t returned from whoring himself yet, since his truck is nowhere to be seen. Surprisingly, she doesn’t feel bad for thinking so low of the boy.

Santana, for her part, considers turning Puck into another target for the masses. She knows she won’t because it’s been a silent agreement that they won’t go after gleeks openly like that anymore. She might have to settle with beating the crap out of him instead.

“Don’t worry, Preciosa. That’s not Mrs. Puckerman’s car. I think it’s the babysitter’s.” Santana says when she looks in Rachel’s direction the moment she’s parked behind Brittany by the curb. “All right, Mi Cielo. Let’s get this over with. There’s no telling when the old witch will be back.” She adds.

“Be nice Santana. She might not be the nicest woman, but we shouldn’t be calling her names either. I’m sure being a single parent of two kids has to be hard. Most important, she didn’t have to let Quinn stay at her house at all, even if Quinn’s living conditions have been deplorable.” Rachel chastises, though inside, she begrudgingly agrees with Santana. Mrs. Puckerman has put all the blame of the pregnancy squarely on Quinn’s shoulders.

“This’ll be one of the things we’ll have to disagree on. I’ve dealt with the woman in the past, and believe me when I tell you that is one prejudiced woman against anyone who isn’t Jewish.” Santana says.

“I… I know she is. Lima is a small town so by default the Jewish community is small. She’s been very vocal in her disapproval that even though I converted to Judaism a few years back, I’m still learning about Christianity. She’s not happy Dad is allowing me to choose or that I haven’t made up my mind as to which faith I want to follow and which religion I want to practice, if any.” Rachel says with a shake of her head.

“You had to convert? I don’t get it. I thought one of your dads is Jewish, so that made you automatically one.” Santana says confused.

“One is only Jewish if one’s birth mother is Jewish. The father’s religion is a moot point. Shelby is Catholic. I had to convert in order to be able to go to temple with my dad and be exposed to Judaism properly. It’s one of the reasons why so many Jews make it a huge deal when their sons are dating a non-Jewish woman. Any children they have if they get married would have to convert unless the woman converts before they get married and have children.” Rachel says as she opens the car door when she sees Brittany and Quinn heading to the front door.

“That explains so damn much. Especially how that witch treats Quinn.” Santana says as she follows Rachel out.

* * *
“You know Mom doesn’t like it when you have people over to hang out without asking for permission first.” Abigail, Puck’s little sister says the moment she sees Quinn enter with the other three girls.

“Hello Abigail. I hope you’re having a good afternoon so far. You should know that isn’t a very polite way of talking to or greeting people. And we’re not here to hang out as you so eloquently put it.” Rachel says to the nine-year old. She has seen and interacted with her during temple when she used to go regularly. She’s surprised the little girl has become so rude.

“Sorry, Rachel. Umm Hi. I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that, but it’s true. Mom doesn’t like it when we bring people over without asking first. Especially when it’s Quinn.” Abigail says. She doesn’t know why Puck says all these bad things about Rachel, because the girl is always nice and polite with everyone. Even when people like her mom, Mrs. Silverman and some of the other stuffy old ladies at temple are so rude to her. “What are you doing here then?” She asks.

“Abigail, go back to your homework.” Ruth Silverman, Abigail’s babysitter says. “I’m sure that, uh, Quinn has her reasons for having unannounced guests over.” She adds with disapproval dripping from her voice. She is appalled that the Fabray girl would be so ungrateful to the point of outright ignoring the rules of the household she’s living in. How dare she be such a bad influence on little Abigail? No wonder the sweet little girl has such an attitude. From what she’s heard, no one else would take her in, so the Christian girl should be more grateful and mind her manners. “Rachel, we haven’t seen you in temple regularly for over a year. Is everything all right, dear?” She asks when she notices Rachel is there. It’s such a shame that such a lovely girl should be caught up in such an unfortunate situation. Being raised by two gay men and having the misfortune of needing to convert when it’s clear that the Jewish genes are strong in her.

“I’ve been busy with voice and dance lessons.” Rachel says, giving her well-practiced answer.

“You know better than to schedule such superficial things on the Shabbat.” Mrs. Silverman says.

“I don’t control when my vocal coach or my ballet instructor schedules my lessons. I attend them whenever they’re available at their convenience.” Rachel says with a sigh. She’s tired of having to justify her reasons, especially to a bunch of people who hide behind religion to judge others. “Come on Quinn. Let’s get started before we waste more time. You’re going to have to show me where your bedroom is because I’ve never been here.” She adds, effectively ending the conversation with the older woman.

The newly re-united Unholy Trinity have to fight the urge to laugh at the appalled look on the older woman’s face. They never thought that ever polite Rachel Berry could be so dismissive to an adult.

“Preciosa, weren’t you the one who was telling me to be respectful to adults just a minute or so ago?” Santana says with a smirk.

“I was polite with my answer. And correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t we in a hurry here?” Rachel says with a small huff as she blushes a soft pink.

“If you say so, Preciosa. Don’t worry though. I happen to love this badass side you like to keep hidden from everyone.” Santana says winking, causing the blondes to giggle and Rachel to blush deeper.

Mrs. Silverman stares in disbelief as they walk away. She shouldn’t be surprised. It’s clear that Rachel needs better guidance than what Daniel and his ‘partner’ can provide, especially if he allows her to associate with those girls. If the rumours that Rachel is ‘with’ the López girl are true, then the situation is even direr. She has heard all about their reputation. It’s no wonder the Fabray girl is pregnant at sixteen. Maybe she can talk Daniel into urging his partner to convert to Judaism as well. Then Rachel might stand a chance at a decent life by finding a nice Jewish boy to settle down with.

Quinn only has to show Rachel where the basement is, since the other three are familiar with the house from the parties Puck has had there.

They are all packed and ready to go within fifteen minutes of arriving. Quinn quickly writes a note to thank Mrs. Puckerman for her generosity. She puts the note in a sealed envelope while Rachel strips the sheets on the fold-out bed and puts them in the dirty-clothes hamper by the side of the washing machine.

Rachel is relieved beyond word that Quinn won’t have to stay in such an environment any longer. The blonde’s ‘bedroom’ is tiny and separated from the furnace and water heater by a few pieces of half-haphazardly put together pieces of dry-wall. There isn’t even a door, just a curtain hanging from a lopsided rod. The only light source is a table lamp that barely gives enough light to prevent someone from tripping. The air is stale and musty, not to mention the huge risk of carbon monoxide poisoning since the bed is so close to what is obviously an old furnace and an even older water heater since it’s very doubtful the ‘wall’ can offer any real protection. She can’t believe Mrs. Puckerman would allow anyone, let alone a pregnant teenager, to live in such conditions. The four of them quietly make their way up the stairs, with Santana and Brittany carrying all of Quinn’s things.

Mrs. Silverman stares open-mouthed at the sight of the quartet walking up with what’s clearly all of Quinn’s possessions.

“What’s going on?” Mrs. Silverman asks snidely, but curious nonetheless.

“Where are you going?” Abigail asks at the same time.

“I’m moving out. I have a feeling I’ve overstayed my welcome, so I’m taking Rachel on her offer of staying with her.” Quinn says. “Not like I was ever that welcomed here.” She mumbles under her breath. Thankfully only the girls flanking her hear those words. It’s hard, but they manage to suppress their giggles with fake coughs.

“Sorry. The basement was a bit musty, and uh, it seems to have affected my throat in a negative way.” Rachel says after she recovers.

“Do Puck and Mom know?” Abigail blurts out.

“No. This was a fairly last minute offer from my part.” Rachel answers.

“Mrs. Silverman, could you see that Mrs. Puckerman gets this note and this set of keys back please. I’ll call her once I’m settled in with the Berrys and thank her properly.” Quinn says as she hands them to the babysitter, effectively cutting off whatever else Abigail wants to say.

“You could wait until Susan returns so you can at least tell her in person. It’s the polite thing to do.” Mrs. Silverman says shocked. “It’s the least you can do when Susan took you in out of the goodness of her heart because of your weakness and lapse of judgement. What kind of example, are you setting for young Abigail here? Kids nowadays have no sense of propriety and thinking only about yourselves and instant gratification. I expect it from them, but you Rachel? You know better than that. I thought Daniel had done a better job raising you and instilling you with good values. Must be bad influences and bad genes.” She adds with a shake of her head to show her disapproval.

“With all due respect, Mrs. Silverman, you have no idea what kind of fathers I have. We’re doing what’s best for everyone involved. We’d love to stay and wait for Mrs. Puckerman, but she doesn’t get off work until late. As Abigail’s babysitter, I’m sure you’re well aware that Mrs. Puckerman frowns when Quinn or anyone else has guests without permission.” Rachel says politely, before anyone else can reply. She knows that if anyone other than her says anything, however innocuous, would only escalate things into a more heated argument. It’s only a matter of time before either Santana’s or Quinn’s HBIC attitudes come out to play. She suspects now that Quinn has a place to stay, she doesn’t need to play nice any longer. “We should get going girls. It’s getting late and we still need to get Quinn settled in at home. A young woman in her condition shouldn’t be on her feet for this long.” She adds when she sees the look on the others.

Santana feels her hackles rise at those words. She forces herself to stay calm. She doesn’t want to start anything in front of Puck’s little sister, even if she’s a brat. She knows Rachel wouldn’t approve of it, and it’d mean wasted time. It helps when she feels Rachel’s hand on her lower back.

Quinn has the common sense to nod and keep her mouth shut. She had no idea Mrs. Silverman would attack Rachel in such a way. She slowly helps guide Brittany and Santana out before things spiral completely out of control. All she wants is to get out of here. As much as she’d love to let loose, now isn’t the time. She knows that if Puck returns, all hell will break loose, and somehow, it’ll all be her fault.

Brittany senses that things are about to go kaboom. She doesn’t like the words exchanged or the attitude she sees in the babysitter. She wonders if all super-religious people are all so mean and pig-headed with anyone who is different. She’s so glad her parents are such free-spirits with a ‘live and let live’ attitude. She wonders if God is really as mean and angry as all these religious nuts make Him out to be. She shakes her head ‘no’ and thinks that if anything, all they’re doing is making God really sad. So much for loving everyone.

“Come on, San. Let’s get out of here. Quinn looks really tired, and if I’m getting hungry, she must be starving. We normally have a snack at the pond.” Brittany says.

That’s enough for Santana to start towards the door without a word, but not before she throws this… bitch one of her coldest HBIC glares. A satisfied smirk appears when she sees the woman shift uncomfortably and sigh relieved when they make it to the front door.

“I’ll let Susan know about your… new living arrangements. You better come up with a polite and formal ‘thank you’ for her generosity, instead of this note.” Mrs. Silverman says in a huff.

“You can’t just leave like that. Puck is gonna be really bummed out. He told me that’s his kid inside your tummy.” Abigail says when it’s clear the girls are leaving.

“Abigail, good girls don’t butt in on other people’s business. Go back to your homework.” Mrs. Silverman chastises.

The little girl looks like she wants to say more, but remains quiet, weighing her options carefully. Once the girls are gone, Mrs. Silverman will make things unpleasant if she doesn’t listen. She settles for nodding and returns to the open books on top of the coffee table.

Rachel is tempted to say something, but wisely remains quiet. She might not be a regular in temple, but her dad is. Things are bad enough for them as a family. She’s not going to make it worse by giving this woman something else to hold against him. Instead, she ushers the others towards the door. “Have a good evening.” She says before she closes the front door.

They put both duffle bags in Santana’s trunk and drive off without a word. One look at Quinn’s guilt-ridden face and they know it’s best to get out of there as fast as possible. It doesn’t take a mind reader to know Quinn is blaming herself for Mrs. Silverman’s rudeness towards Rachel.

“I thought that with Puck and his mom away things would have gone a hell of a lot smoother than that.” Santana says once they pull out.

“I was hoping that’d be the case, but the moment I saw that it was Mrs. Silverman watching Abigail, I knew things had a chance to get bad. I’m thankful they didn’t get worse. That woman is such a hypocrite.” Rachel answers with a shake of her head.

“Are you okay?” Santana asks.

“Yes. I’m used to her and Mrs. Puckerman’s barbs.” Rachel says sadly.

“I’m sorry, Mi Cielo.” Santana says after a bit.

“It’s not your apology to make, but thank you for feeling bad for me.” Rachel says with a small smile. “Do you mind if we put some music? I’d like the distraction until we get home. I’m sure Quinn and Brittany will have questions after what transpired earlier and I really don’t want to repeat myself if I don’t have to.” She asks.

“Anything you want, Preciosa.” Santana says biting down on her curiosity.

Soon, they’re both singing along to one of the many playlists Rachel has on her iPod. Before they know it, they’re pulling in the Berrys’ driveway.

TBC...