Main Pairing: G!P Santana Lopez X G!P Quinn Fabray X Brittany Pierce X Female OC
2023 Glee Fanfiction Award Winner for Best Book with a Poly Ship
Side Pairings:
Rachel Berry X Fem OC
Mercedes Jones X Fem OC
Artie Abrams X Male OC
Tina Cohen-Chang X...
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The apartment was quiet tonight once the triplets had fallen asleep. So quiet that Raegan could make out faint noises down the hall of her open bedroom door.
"Hey," Raegan called into Grace's room from the doorway when she noticed the teenager lying on the bed, hugging her pillow. "Are you okay?"
"I..." Grace sniffled, squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head. "N-No. No. No."
Raegan instantly entered the bedroom, closing the door behind her so they wouldn't wake the triplets next door. She walked over and sighed when she noticed the scratch marks along Grace's hands from her nails, a few lingering under her jaw.
"What's wrong, Gracie?" Raegan kneeled on the side of the bed and ran her fingers through Grace's hair. "Tell me where I can help. You're safe. I promise."
"Can you call my girlfriends?" Grace whispered, grabbing Raegan's wrist before she could move an inch away. "My phone's dead and...and...wait, uh..."
Raegan frowned when Grace looked at her with tired, pained eyes, tugging lightly. She felt her heart skip a beat as piercing eyes stared at her.
"Lay with me till they get here? I just need someone here. I don't want to be alone right now. I just feel really-"
"Okay. Okay. Yes, of course." Raegan agreed, nodding as she reached for her cell phone.
She scrolled through her contacts until she found Quinn's number, pressing the phone to her ear and slipping off her sandals. Waiting for Quinn to answer, Raegan moved the blanket and slipped into Grace's bed, chuckling when the brunette practically yanked the cover back up to stay warm.
"What do you want, Raegan?" Quinn's voice came through the phone, annoyed as it usually was when talking to the redhead.
"Excuse you." Raegan scoffed, propping her head up with her elbow behind Grace as the girl whimpered in pain. She held the phone towards Grace when she winced and hugged her pillow tighter. "You hear that? Your baby mama is out here crying 'cause you impregnated her with a whole fucking soccer team, so get your ass here and fix it."
"Is she okay?" Quinn asked, the sound of keys jingling in the background. "Brittany and I are leaving now. What does she need? Is she bleeding at all?"
"Bellie bean, what do you need? Are you bleeding, babe?" Raegan asked, wincing when she heard a loud snap on the other end of the phone.
"Carters, if you don't stop calling my girlfriend nicknames. I will beat you-"
"Quinnie, she's trying to help."
"I do not care."
"Tell her to bring me those Christmas sugar cookies with the elves on them in the frozen section." Grace suddenly whispered, sniffling with a small sheepish smile. "And hot sauce...and whipped cream, and Santana too."
