Sebastian Smythe could see someone that was hurting from a mile away and the blonde sitting in the booth was hurting. She had a bruised cheek and her eyes revealed everything. He softened a bit at someone who was hurting; he almost transformed from the vulgar, cocky Sebastian into a caring, slightly less cocky Sebastian. He pursed his lips and took the seat in front of her, "Crappy day?"
"Go away," the blonde snapped.
"Nope. What happened? I can see that look in your eyes and that bruise on your cheek, I'm not stupid," Sebastian replied sipping his mocha and Courvoisier.
"Ick. Does that have Courvoisier in it?" the blonde wrinkled her nose.
"Eh. I drank it like water in France," Sebastian shrugged.
The blonde raised her eyebrows, "Okay... And go away."
"Not even. What happened? Seriously. I'm Sebastian Smythe, by the way," Sebastian grinned cockily holding his hand out.
"Quinn Fabray... You're Sebastian?" Quinn shook his hand, "Yeah."
"You're not well liked at McKinley." Quinn was avoiding his questions making him smirk.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me what has happened to you," Sebastian replied arrogance saturating his words.
"Absolutely not. I just met you," Quinn shot back crinkling her eyebrows together at the smell of his coffee.
"Fine. Then get to know me because I won't leave you alone until I know," Sebastian explained smirking.
"Well, then you're gonna be here forever," Quinn said sipping her carmel macchiato.
"I have time."
"I'm not going to tell you."
"Why not?"
"You could tell the entire world."
"I wouldn't."
"Psssht. Yeah right."
"I wouldn't. Please."
"No."
"Well, I guess I'm gonna go then. This is pretty hopeless."
"No! Wait! You can't drive!"
"And why not?"
"You've been drinking!"
"I can handle myself, Miss Fabray."
"Obviously not!"
"If I thought I couldn't drive, I wouldn't."
"Let me! I'll drive you!"
"Fine."
Sebastian smirked' his plan had worked. He followed her to her car where he got in the passenger seat and when they got far enough away from the coffee shop he spoke, "Yeah. You're gullible."
"Wait. What?" Quinn demanded.
"I just said that to get you alone so you would talk to me," Sebastian shrugged as she slammed on the brakes making the seatbelt cut into Sebastian's stomach.
"You conniving jerk!" Quinn exclaimed as she began to drive again.
"I've heard that before. Now, what happened to your cheek?" Sebastian reached out and touched her cheek making her hold her breath.
"Softball..." Sebastian knew she was lying.
"Abusive boyfriend?" Quinn shook her head, "Abusive dad?" Quinn shook her head again, "Abusive girlfriend?"
"NO! Stop!" Quinn gasped pulling into the parking lot of a abandoned dollar store and leaning against the steering wheel.
"No... You can't not tell anyone," Sebastian murmured looking at her.
"Get out." Quinn's voice was shaking and Sebastian shook his head, "You were hurt! You have to tell someone!"
"NO! GET OUT!" Quinn screamed beginning to cry.
"Give me your number." Quinn shook her head, "Please, Quinn. I'm not going to torment you."
"Will you leave me alone?" Sebastian nodded so she quickly scribbled her number on his hand.
Quinn. Come on. -Seb
You don't even know! It was softball! -Q
I do know, Quinn! You can't hide it. -Seb
Please. -Q
Quinn... Don't. Admit it. -Seb
I can't admit what never happened. -Q
Quinn was sobbing when she saw her phone come up with Sebastian's number, "What?"
"Why are you crying?" Sebastian asked gently.
"I'm not." Quinn wiped her eyes and sniffled.
"Yeah you are. Please admit it!" Sebastian begged.
"I can't. It was softball." Quinn winced when her dad waltzed in.
She stood up holding the phone to her ear hoping he would leave. He didn't. He cornered her, "Who are you talking to?"
"No one..." Quinn whispered hoping Sebastian would hang up.
Her dad slapped her, "Don't lie!"
"Daddy!" Quinn exclaimed making him shove her into her bed side table, "You should just leave."
Quinn winced at the pain shooting through her side as she picked up her cell, "Fine."
She through some random clothes in a duffel bag and grabbed her purse before running out to her car. She got in and drove towards the coffee shop before realizing Sebastian was still on the line, "Sebastian?"
"Are you still going to tell me it was softball?" Sebastian questioned.
"Can you meet me at the coffee shop?" Quinn asked quietly.
"How about you come to Dalton? I'll meet you up front."
"Are you okay?" Sebastian asked opening the door to his dorm.
"Why are you doing this?" Quinn demanded holding her rib cage.
"I can see myself in your eyes, Quinn. I can't let what happened to me happen to anyone else and it looks like it already happened to you," Sebastian told her staring at her hands.
"I can't do this." Quinn started to cry and Sebastian bit his lip.
"Can I see?" Sebastian gently lifted her shirt to reveal a swollen, bruised rib cage.
"Ow!" Quinn exclaimed as Sebastian went into the bathroom to grab the snap ice thing.
He bent it to activate the cold and held it to her ribs, "This wasn't softball. This was your dad."
Quinn didn't respond to his accusation, "I think I'm going to find Nick."
"You know Nick?" Sebastian asked looking at the bruise.
"Yeah. His mom and my mom were best friends... He was the first person I called when... Never mind." Quinn stood up and yanked down her shirt before exiting the room.
Quinn jogged down the hall to Nick's room and knocked softly; Nick poked his head out the door, "Quinn? Hey! What are you doing here? Are you okay? What happened to your cheek?-"
"Nick... I'll explain if you let me in," Quinn replied smiling lightly.
Nick opened the door for her and closed it behind her. Quinn saw Nick's best friend, Jeff, in a deep sleep on his desk with his head on a pile of pre-calc homework. She bit her lip and sat on Nick's bed wincing when she bumped her swollen ribcage with her arm.
"You're dad?" Nick asked softly.
Quinn nodded brokenly and Nick pulled her into a warm hug as Jeff jerked awake rubbing his eyes, "Morning', Sleeping Beauty!"
Jeff threw an eraser at Nick that barely made it two feet and tiredly threw his blazer on the floor before climbing into his bed and drifting into a more comfortable sleep as Quinn spoke, "What's his problem?"
"He's had a hard week. Exams, Warblers, and his mom is being a total jerk about custody. He's gotten two hours sleep, max, since Sunday so he's exhausted. His mom is in France so she'll call and scream at him at, like, three in the morning and then with all that he had to study for exams, and he had to learn a brand new Warblers piece for Saturday. I did his homework for him," Nick explained.
"That sucks. I'd much rather think about his problems rather than mine." Nick sighed and pulled away to look at her, "We need to think about yours. What's up with your ribs? You keep wincing when you move."
"My dad shoved me into a table." Nick frowned, "We're calling the police."
"No! Nick!" Quinn exclaimed.
"Look, Quinn, I know you're scared but you need to get out of that house."
Author's Note: I hope you liked it! I like Quinn/Sebastian relationships and Quinn/Nick/Jeff friendship so... Here it is! Good? Bad? REVIEW! Please:)Criticism is much appreciated. (Constructive, NICE criticism NOT flames.)