Warnings for mature themes - language, sexual situations, spanking of teens, rape, self harm

Be aware of trigger warning throughout the entire story

Don't own Glee

Prompt from JokerintheHand

Chapter 1

"Jesus Christ Quinn, let me in the bathroom already!" Rachel said furiously as she pounded on the door, "If I'm late Coach will make me run suicides until I drop." She turned around and with her back to the door, kicked it hard.

Quinn was in the bathroom applying thick black mascara and just smirked at Rachel's temper tantrum; it was always so much fun irritating her highly excitable younger sister. She put the finishing touches on her bright pink hair and dark Goth makeup. She stuck her nose ring and her bangles in her pocket. It was safer to put those on in the car or in school.

Brittany came down the hallway carrying a basket of laundry under her arm as she saw her youngest kicking the bathroom door, "Rachel?" She asked with a raised eyebrow and a stern look, "Why are you kicking our bathroom door?"

"Mama," the little brunette whined loudly, "She's been in the bathroom for an hour already. She does it on purpose because she knows I have to get to Cheerios practice early."

The tall blonde put the basket down, "I'll handle it baby," she rubbed her youngest daughter's arm soothingly, "But no more kicking doors, you were lucky it was me and not your mom that saw you, I know for a fact she's warned you about that before. I know you don't want to be grounded before the big homecoming dance." She smiled softly as the girl nodded quickly in agreement.

Leaning towards the door, she knocked softly, "Quinn? Are you almost finished sweetheart? Rachel really needs to get ready and leave soon. I know you don't want to make her late for practice."

Both girls scoffed at their mother's words and rolled their eyes but Quinn didn't want to upset her kind mother any more than she already had lately; it bothered her knowing she was a disappointment to her parents, "I'll be right out Mama." She turned and called towards the door.

"Thank you sweetie." Brittany turned to her youngest, "You get ready baby and I'll fix you a quick protein shake to go."

"Thanks Mama." Rachel stood on her tiptoes and kissed her mother's cheek, wishing as always she had just a little bit of her height and a lot of her kind, laid back nature.

Quinn flushed the toilet and washed her hands slowly, just to drag out the time and irritate Rachel a little bit more. It wasn't her fault the annoying little diva made torturing her so much fun. If she wasn't such a fucking drama queen, she wouldn't even bother annoying her. Yanking open the door, she smirked at the look of anger on Rachel's face, "All yours BABY!" She said enunciating the baby part knowing how much it bothered Rachel being the youngest of the siblings, even if it was only by 7 months.

Rachel pushed past her sister, giving her a hard shoulder jab as she entered the bathroom, "I don't even know why you bother QUINNIE, you're a train wreck when you go in and you're an even bigger mess when you come out." She felt a quick stab of regret when she saw her sister flinch at the insult and the nickname she hated, and wished she didn't let Quinn push all her buttons so easily. She really did love her sister; she just didn't understand her priorities anymore.

The older girl quickly covered her hurt and was once again wearing the smooth mask she always wore, "You better hurry up, Frankenteen will be here soon to take you to practice with the rest of the lemmings. Don't want to miss a step and not be perfect today!" She said in a gratingly annoying sweet voice.

"Fuck you Quinn!" Rachel hissed softly making sure neither of her mothers' heard her cursing at her sister, she didn't need to be tasting soap all day long today. Quinn blew her a kiss and Rachel seethed and almost slammed the bathroom door. Catching herself before she did, knowing her mom would be less than impressed if she did, no matter how justified it was. She growled at the amused laughter she heard floating into the bathroom. Ripping off her pajamas, she jumped into the shower. Quinn was right, Finn would be here soon and she wanted to look her best for her boyfriend. Thinking about Finn Hudson made her smile for the first time today.

Thinking of Finn had the opposite effect on Quinn; she hated the tall, stupid jock. Just the idea of Rachel being alone with him made her sick to her stomach. She would have to renew her efforts to get them to break up.

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Quinn headed downstairs for the mandatory "sit at the breakfast table with your parents and push food around your plate while making small talk" time. She sighed, she knew her mothers' cared and they loved their children, she just had no idea what to say to them anymore and it was always so uncomfortable.

She walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see her mom, Santana sitting at the table already. Her mom was not a morning person and usually Quinn and her dark haired mom were the last two to sit down. It was weird they were the first today, which could only mean one thing…

"Oh shit, she wants to talk." Quinn thought as she desperately looked for a way out of the kitchen before being seen.

"Morning sweetheart, did you sleep alright?" Her mom said looking up from her cell phone.

"Fuck…" Quinn thought as she smiled and shrugged, "Morning Mom, I slept ok, just never enough." She headed over and poured a cup of coffee ignoring her mother's pointed look. Santana felt she was too young to be drinking coffee every morning.

Her mom laughed genuinely amused, "We are definitely an argument for nature versus nurture kiddo, you know that right?" They shared no DNA whatsoever and Brittany had carried Quinn but she was more Santana than anything. It both irritated and amused the Latina. She had carried Rachel and she didn't understand that girl at all, loved her but didn't understand her.

Quinn smiled back; maybe her mom was just on time today and this wasn't an ambush, "I know right, it's weird that I'm exactly like you in so many ways." The blonde pointed to the cell phone, "Lots of appointments today?"

"I have court today, which will take all day unfortunately. What's on your agenda for today? I mean you've already successfully pissed off your younger sister. What else do you have planned?" Santana said seriously.

Her two daughters used to be so close and now all they did was fight. Having no siblings herself, she had no idea if it was normal or not but it bothered her. She had dreamed all her life of her future with Brittany Pierce and the children they would have and the life they would live. Being a lawyer was important to her but being the best wife and mother she could be was her calling and she took those roles very seriously.

Brittany had a younger sister and told her wife it was perfectly natural, all the bickering, especially since Quinn and Rachel were so different, personality wise. She loved and trusted her wife's intuition so she tried to be patient with it, only stepping in when it appeared to get hurtful and overly mean.

Quinn sighed, nope clearly an ambush, "I know but she just makes it so easy and fun to piss her off Mom." She flinched a little at the unhappy eyebrow that shot up from her mother.

Her parents were loving and attentive and involved, unlike so many of her friend's parents but they had rules and standards and if you continually broke them you eventually wound up with a very sore bottom, or being grounded for a very long, boring time. Quinn was in no hurry to do either again anytime soon.

"Rachel, for all her bravado, takes your teasing to heart. It hurts her Quinn. Just try to be a little more patient with her please? Your Mama and I feel like referees and not parents since school started." Santana said softly, "It's only October babe and you two are already at each other's throats."

"I'll try Mom, really I will." She almost laughed about Rachel taking Quinn's teasing to heart. If her Mom even knew what went on at that school; her sister was the big shot, the head cheerleader dating the starting asshole quarterback and they were the social elite. The jocks and cheerleaders tortured anyone who was different, not the other way around. If anyone was always getting hurt feelings it was Quinn, not that she would ever admit that out loud.

Quinn knew that one word from her to either of her mothers' about the standing slushy war Rachel and Finn had ordered and their perfect little daughter would find herself facedown over their knee by suppertime. They would not tolerate bullying of any kind.

Then again, one word from Rachel about what the Skanks did under the bleachers every day or how she got her cigarette and lunch money from the freshman in the ladies room and she would wind up in the same position. Smirking she wondered if her Mom would be impressed with the truce the sisters had going on about what happened daily at that awful school.

She was pulled from her musings by her mother clearing her throat loudly.

"Sorry Mom, what did you say?" Quinn focused back on her Mom.

"I said, have you spent any more time on that painting you were working on? The big secret art project you've been working on for a while?" She smiled in amusement at the look on her daughter's face having been caught daydreaming.

"I've kinda lost my inspiration lately. I need to take some more pictures and haven't gotten there yet." Quinn shrugged.

"I thought it was a painting? What does photography have to do with it?" The older brunette put her phone down and leaned forward with interest. That's what Quinn really loved about her moms, they didn't fake interest, and they really did want to know.

"It's a multimedia mixed art project. So it's a painting around a collage of themed photos with some cut glass broken crystals around the whole project. When I finish it I mean." The blonde shrugged.

"That sounds pretty detailed. What's the theme?" She sipped her coffee.

"I think I want to see if you can figure it out when it's finished." Quinn teased, knowing her Mom didn't have an artistic bone in her body.

Santana snorted, "Yeah right, I will leave the art interpretation up to your Mama, she's the one who loved The Louvre on our honeymoon, I totally didn't see what the big deal was!"

"I want to go there so bad! You are so lucky to go to Paris and see The Louvre." Quinn sighed dreamily. It was one of her dreams to visit Paris.

"Well you would love it just like your Mama did but I think all that culture would be lost on Rachel and me! Your sister would be happy with New York City. Do you still want to study art?" Santana tried digging and watched in exasperation as her daughter quickly shut down emotionally and shrugged noncommittally.

They both heard the car horn blaring in the driveway. It was a constant source of irritation for Santana Lopez-Pierce, "He is an athlete, so he really can't get his ass out of the car and walk the few steps to the door? Every morning with that horn, Dios mío," She stood up and walked to the stairs, "Rachel! Finn is here." She shouted up the stairs still muttering under her breath, she really didn't like that kid, she knew Rachel did so she tried, but he was nowhere near good enough for her little girl. She just got a weird vibe off of him. He seemed so nice to their faces, but Santana felt like he was just another teenage dude on the make.

Quinn tried to keep her hatred in check, just another way her and her Mom were alike, they both had no use for Finn "Frankenteen" Hudson. She thought she could try something without being too obvious, "You know, I thought we weren't allowed alone in the car with guys. Isn't that the rule, we have to be with another girlfriend?" She said innocently as she looked down at her plate, "I'm just checking since I told Puck he couldn't pick me up alone anymore."

Santana looked at her eldest daughter suspiciously, but she walked to the kitchen window and looked out and sure enough, Finn was alone in the car. She sighed; she would have to talk to Britt about it again. She didn't want her girls alone in the car with teenage boys.

Rachel came tearing down the stairs and grabbed the protein shake her Mama had left on the counter, "Morning Mom, love you, sorry I didn't get to visit this morning!" She quickly kissed her mom, glared at her sister and headed out the door shouting, "Bye Mama, thanks for the shake!"

Santana just shook her head and sat back down, "Hurricane Rachel! That child is a force of nature." She looked at her oldest, "You need to eat something, I'm not blind you know, I see you just pushing the food around your plate. At least have some toast and a banana." She finished sternly, "I love you and I just worry about you, you know?" Santana softened at the look of sadness on Quinn's face, thinking it was her comments and not Finn causing it.

"I'm fine Mom, really, nothing to worry about." She said casually, putting a mask back on.

Both their head turned at Brittany's loud yell, "Quinn Cordelia Lopez-Pierce! What on Earth is this?" Her Mama angrily stomped into the kitchen.

The girl saw her favorite jean jacket in her Mama's hands before she saw the cell phone and flinched knowing she had seen the pictures on her phone. She was totally screwed and she knew it.

She gulped audibly as she turned to her tall furious mother, "Mama I can explain…."

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