Hey guys!
So, for the ones who read When no one can hear, I'm updating tomorrow and I'll explain everything there. This one will be ageplay since the very beginning while the other is not.
I hope you like this one, is my first ageplay story (yay!)
And thank you so much, Perhaps Glee, for helping me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee
Enjoy!
Quinn was having one of those days were she would ask herself all day long why she even became an English teacher. Or a teacher at all.
Those teens could become really out of control some days.
Today was definitely one of those days; She almost ripped three heads during the day, She almost hit a boy and yelled a lot throughout the day. So much that her throat was hurting.
I should have become a Cheerleader coach, she thought to herself, thinking about how many times she heard from her scary coach that she reminded her of a 'young her, yet not as pretty' back in High School. I could be torturing that Kitty girl right now if I did.
She couldn't help but smile. That bitch in a cheer uniform was nothing but exactly like her while young. The head cheerleader, the HBIC, the Ice Queen. But just like her, she knew that Kitty girl was nothing but a soft girl under a rough facade.
Maybe the worst part of her day was the fact that she was only leaving the school now, after almost all the kids had already left, only the Cheerleaders and the football players were practicing on the gym; it was too cold to go outside with the beginning of the winter.
Or, maybe, the worst part was that her car chose to break this morning, therefore making her walk out the empty cold streets to grab a cab on the next street. No cab would pass in there at this time.
Or the fact that the coffee machine on the teacher's room had broken and since she had no car with her and no one seemed to be as addict and dependent from coffee as she was to go and grab one in some store, she was decaffeinated. All day long. With no coffee. Dealing with crying babies and rebels without a case.
She was on her limit. All the blonde woman wanted was head home, take a long hot bath, lay down on her bed, feel sorry for herself for being alone in a friday night, and sleep. Was it too much to ask?
She sighed while walking down the empty streets that were starting to get even colder and hurried her steps, hugging herself to try and help her coat to warm her up. But she froze in her spot when she heard a cough.
The confused blonde woman looked around her, frowning when she saw herself completely alone like she was just one second ago. Anyway, she heard it again, now followed by a soft sniffle. She heard closely and noticed that it came from her right, where there was a small dark alley.
Like any normal person, her first instinct was to command her body to run. But before her foot managed to move, she heard another cough, now louder. It sounded painful and then, she heard whimpers and sobbing.
She sighed. It could be one of her students. Maybe hurt and needing help.
Again, why did I choose be a teacher, Father?
Taking a deep breath and sending a quick pray, she stepped on the alley carefully.
"Hello?"
The person who was there gasped and started to cry more, even if it was clearly trying to hold it back. Quinn looked from one side to the other, trying to see something, but it was too dark. Following the sounds though, she knew the person was somewhere on her left. She squeezed her eyes, trying to distinct any movement coming from there.
"Hey, are you there? Are you hurt?"
Nothing more than painful coughs and sobs were heard. Quinn sighed and started to look into her purse for her phone. When she managed to grab it, she turned the light on and pointed it to where the sounds were coming from. She found a trembling box leaning against the wall, hiding a person from her view. But, for the distance between the wall and the box, she could tell that, whoever this person was, it was really tiny.
"Are you okay?" She tried again, again not receiving any answer. She took a deep breath and started to take a few steps in that direction. "I'm coming to you right now, okay?"
Sending another silent prayer for it not be some kind of trap or something and when she was within an arm of distance from the box, she stopped when she heard the person's cries become more frantically; the person, a girl, she could tell, was fighting to keep breathing while crying and coughing so bad.
"I'm not gonna hurt you. You don't need to be afraid of me. I just want to help." The blonde teacher whispered, loud enough to the girl in the other side of the box to hear, but not loud enough to scare her, or she hoped so.
Slowly she pulled the box away from where it was and, for one moment, she couldn't believe in her own eyes.
There, in the middle of nowhere, in the cold, badly bruised, bleeding and crying, was a really tiny Latina girl who she knew really well, and was trying to get away from her, covering her head with her thin arms, like she was trying to protect herself from a punch.
"Oh my Gosh, Santana!" The blonde whispered before, immediately taking her coat off and taking a few steps closer to the hurt girl. Santana cried even more, but when the pain never came and she felt something warm being wrapped around her, she managed to calm down a little bit. She slowly took her arms away from her face and wrapped it around her legs. Quinn tried to adjust the coat around the girl so it could cover more of her tiny body, but the girl flinched away. "I'm sorry" She said immediately, but Santana didn't look up.
Quinn stood there, not knowing what to do next while the girl kept trembling and crying. Eventually, she went to cough again, this time almost losing her breath and gagging. Quinn put a soft hand on her back and she flinched again, but since she kept coughing, Quinn started to rub her back slowly. Santana was crying too much and coughing really bad. She was fighting for air and Quinn could say she was having a panic attack.
"Sweetie, you need to breathe..." She tried but it wasn't doing much, so she pulled the girl slowly into her body from her kneeling position. Santana was so busy trying to breathe to even try to push Quinn away, so the blonde sat down and pulled her on her lap, leading Santana's head to her chest as she started to take deep slow breaths. "Try to follow my breathing, honey."
On the beginning, it wasn't doing much, but in a few moments, the black haired girl started to calm down, relaxing against the older girl's body. Quinn kept saying soft words to her and rubbing her back and hair and started to rock her back and forth at some point.
"You're okay, sweetie, you're doing well, Santana... You're going to be fine..." Quinn whispered while looking around the alley; her phone was still with the light on the floor next to her, and that allowed her to see not everything, but enough to know they were alone.
When she looked back down she found the girl, now pretty much relaxed, leaning against her chest; one hand was grabbing the material of Quinn's shirt while she had the other's thumb inside her mouth. She looked just like a toddler right now to Quinn.
She kept rocking the younger girl lightly while rubbing her back and humming to her, trying to check her body for any major injuries while in the dark; thankfully, she couldn't see anything broken and there wasn't excessive bleeding anywhere.
"What happened to you, Santana?" The dark brown eyes opened when the blonde talked to her, but she didn't try to get away or answer Quinn's question, once again. The blonde sighed. "San, what happened to you?"
The girl looked like she was deep in thoughts, looking into Quinn's hazel eyes and frowning. She looked like she was trying really hard to remember something while Quinn was staring at her black eye, purple riveted lip and bruises on her cheeks and neck. Suddenly, Santana let her head fall to one side, looking curiously to the blonde with her still teary eyes.
"Winnie?"
At this, Quinn frowned. Agreed, she hadn't seen the girl since she graduated from High Scholl while Santana was only a Junior, but she didn't remember her voice being this childish; they used to be best friends back then, so it was weird that she didn't seemed to remember Quinn very well and... Winnie?
"Hm... Yeah, San, Quinn, Quinn Fabray... We used to be best friends in High School, remember? You were a Junior when I graduated and... Oh my Gosh, San, what happened to you?" Quinn was nearly in tears now. She grabbed her phone and started to run the light over the Latina's body, seeing how hurt she was.
The biggest damage seemed to be on her legs. There were a lot of bad bruises and cuts that kept going up to her thighs and up to where the ripped dress she was wearing could cover. The blonde really didn't want to think about the parts on her thighs that the dress was covering.
"Winnie..." Santana whispered, bringing the blonde's attention back to her tired, wet, pale and bruised face. Quinn carefully took out a lock of black hair from her face and Santana flinched, but didn't try to get away. " 'Emember Winnie..."
"You remember me? That's good, because I never forgot about you, San." Quinn had to swallow the lump on her throat and fight the tears that were threatening to fall. She flinched when a particular cold airstream hit them. She felt Santana do the same. "C'mon San, you're coming with me to my house, okay?"
Santana did nothing but take her thumb from her mouth and raise her arm to touch the blonde's face. Quinn stopped moving and held her breathe when she saw the look in the younger girl's face; she was looking at her with adoration, like she was some kind of a hero or something. It was breathtaking.
Santana tried to smile for the familiar hazel eyes, even though she couldn't remember anything clearly, she felt like she could trust her, but her face hurt too much, which ended by bring more tears to her eyes. She looked just miserable.
"Hey, hey, don't cry. C'mon, let's go. You're freezing. We gotta go."
Quinn started to get up, pulling Santana up with her. Anyway, in the moment Santana weight was on her own feet, she fell back on the ground, ending with in a sobbing mess.
"Hey, hey, don't cry, San... What's that? Why are you crying now?" The blonde got down and helped Santana up again, never letting go of her waist. Santana was still insecure about her closeness, but grabbed Quinn's shirt with both her hands, looking down to her legs.
"Owee Winnie" The younger girl cried, still looking down at her legs. Quinn frowned and made the quick decision of picking the girl up. Santana gasped in surprise and kept crying. Quinn was surprised by how lightweight the girl was. She started to rock her and coo to her.
"It's okay, San, shhh, calm down, I'm going to take care of you okay? You'll be fine, I promise you, okay?"
It took a few minutes of Quinn trying to calm her down, but after a little while she stand still and laid her hair on her shoulder, her thumb making its way to her mouth. The blonde held Santana on her hip and put her purse on her free shoulder after putting her phone inside of it. She struggled to cover Santana with her coat to protect her from the cold and started to make her way to where she was going before everything happened: grab a cab.