It was a cold but clear Friday night in the outskirts of Lima, Ohio. Quinn had invited Santana and Brittany over for some 'female bounding' time.

"So Quinn, I'm guessing you haven't told your Dad about the baby." Santana said sympathetically after a long discussion after other nonsense.

Quinn looked down her hands, with her peaceful expression transformed in to a worried and needy one. "No. I'm too frightened..." She mumbled out unstably.

Brittany instantly rushed over to where Quinn was sitting and hugged her, tightly. Everything was silent for a few minutes, a comforting silence as Quinn's tears rolled slowly down her face.

Maybe he would take it fine. I seriously doubt it somehow. Come on your his daughter. Yes but remember the last time. He was drunk... He's always drunk Quinn. Okay you're doomed. Thank you for agreeing with me conscience.

As Quinn was busy arguing with her thoughts, and effectively had zoned out completely, Santana had managed to creep over and hug Quinn too. To Quinn's surprise she heard a soft, beautiful voice sing a soft lullaby in her left ear. "I closed both locks below the window. I closed both blinds and turned away. Sometimes solutions aren't so simple. Sometimes goodbye's the only way. And the sun will set for you. The sun will set for you and the shadow of the day will embrace the world in grey and the sun with set for you. Pink cards and flowers on your window. Your friends will plead for you to stay. Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple. Sometimes goodbye's the only way. And the sun will set for you. The sun will set for you and the shadow of the day will embrace the world in grey and the sun with set for you." Quinn looked up at Santana and smiled through her barrier of sadness.

"I never knew you liked Linkin Park." Remarked Quinn mockingly.

Santana looked at Quinn, like her eyes were searching her soul trying to see the problem that was tormenting her. "Well, that's the best one." Replied Santana warily. Having given up her search she decided to turn to more direct methods. "Quinn?"

"San?"

"Why are you so scared? He would never hurt you, right?" Santana asked cautiously.

"It's complicated. I don't want to discuss it." Quinn replied stubbornly yet still emotionally.

Santana sat there with her puppy dog eyes and concerned forehead. No one at school had really seen Santana be soft, concerned or even vaguely kind. Only Quinn and Brittany had seen it properly. But the whole of New Directions had seen her sad and emotional but never directed towards them. Santana only really opened up to people she could trust, Quinn and Brittany. Right now Santana knew this was a time when her best friend was in deep waters and couldn't escape. So Santana took Quinn's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Quinn? You must understand that if your Father is, has or is at risk of doing any harm to you that you must tell someone. We will help you in any way possible. Yet we will not push you, but if you feel like he might cause you harm tell us before the big announcement." Santana spoke every word with emotion and tried her best to make Quinn feel as if she could trust her and Britt.

Quinn only broke down in sobs and tears. Santana gave it a rest knowing that it's a bit so much for her. So they lay her down on the bed and held onto her. They constantly reassured the broken girl in their arms. They lay there until the vulnerable, hurt girl had drifted off to sleep.

"You little brat!" Russell yelled at Quinn. "We give you everything and you repay us with this!" He gestures towards the green stain on the carpet. Russell raises his hand, Quinn flinches she knows what's coming. In one short swoop, his hand hits her hard over the face. Quinn bites her tongue knowing that if she shows her pain, he will strike again. A sudden sharp kick to the leg, one that she wasn't expecting, arrives. This time she yelps out in pain. "You brought on yourself, you're sinful and dumb!" With another lash of the hand, he grabs her by the collar and drags her up stairs. Quinn makes no attempt to stop him, she learnt her lesson long ago. He opens the door impatiently and chucks her inside. Her head hits the bed post as her Dad leaves with a bang.

Quinn wakes up startled from all the memories from the nightmare running back. "Quinn we're here calm down, no one's going to harm you."Whispered Brittany as Santana was stirring.

"Quinn? Look at me..." Santana instructs softly. She looked in to Quinn's glassy eyes. "It's alright, was it a bad dream?"

Quinn just nodded, with her eye's spilling over again. Soon enough she was lying back down with both girls comforting her until she passed out.

Santana and Brittany had stayed awake. "San, what are we going to do? I mean why is she so scared? Nothing terrible could happen, right?" Asked Brittany quietly and was also currently wearing the infamous confused expression.

"I don't know Britt, she's obviously scared of her Dad. I don't know why though. But I do know that her parents are extremely Christian and not very open-minded." Replied Santana sadly.

What to do. May be we should give her time. Possibly or we could spy on the family. No! Okay, fine. Just give her some time Santana.