As soon as Santana slowed the car down enough, Rachel unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped out of the car.
"Rachel!" Quinn shouts but Rachel was already throwing open the front door and running inside.
Brittany unbuckles her seatbelt and turns to face Quinn, "Q, could I go and try and talk to her first? I know you're lobsters but I think I can help."
Quinn nods as she rubs her eyes, "Yeah B, you can talk to her."
However Santana places a hand on Brittany's arm, "I actually want to talk to her first, if that's okay babe?"
Brittany smiles slightly and nods. She gets out and climbs into the back seat next to Quinn and pulls her close, letting Quinn's hair loose and running her fingers through it.
"I'm so mad B." Quinn says quietly as she leans her head against Brittany's shoulder.
The taller blonde nods her head and just continues running her fingers through her hair.
"And I just don't want Ray to believe any of it. She's the opposite of all of those things." Quinn continues sadly.
She shrugs her shoulders and sits up, "I'm afraid that no matter what we are now, S and I using those awful nicknames have made her a lot less confident that she portrays."
Brittany nods her head slowly, "Q it's easy to believe the bad rather than the good."
Quinn sniffs and lets out a frustrated groan, "I wish it wasn't. And I'm sure the fact that for a long time the only thing she heard from all of us were those god awful names didn't do anything to help make her believe in herself. I wish I could take it all back and instead say something else."
Brittany looks at Quinn and tilts her head, "Q, we cant go back, but we can go forward and maybe if you and we say it enough, she'll learn to believe."
Quinn leans her head back against Brittany's shoulder and smiles, "You really are a genius B. Anyone who says otherwise is in denial."
Brittany giggles and wraps her arms around the head cheerleader.
Xoxo
Santana made quick work on checking the ground floor for the tiny brunette. She wasn't really convinced that she'd be there, but she figured she might give it a shot.
She takes the stairs two steps at a time and once she reaches Quinn's room she slows down once she hears the sound of crying coming from against the door.
She knocks lightly not really wanting to scare her, "Rachel? Can you please open the door?"
Rachel sniffs and shakes her head even though she knows no one can actually see her, "I just want to be left alone right now if that's okay."
Santana slides herself down and leans her head against the door, "You don't have to open the door if you don't want to. But I'm not leaving you alone."
Rachel sighs but doesn't go to move at all, "Why'd you follow me?"
The Latina replies instantly, "That's what family does."
The diva scoffs halfheartedly, "Yeah. Family."
The cheerleader nods, "That's what we are Ray. Glee club? We're family too, but I'm talking bout us, you, Q, Brit and I."
Rachel rests the back of her head against the door and shakes her head, "You don't want to be part of that 'family' Santana. None of you do. Well Brittany maybe but only because she doesn't know any better."
Santana rests her hand against the door, "Ray, don't act like you know what's going on in our heads and what we feel. Remember on the weekend when we were there for Q? How we told her that we love her and whatever that bastard said and did was all just bullshit? Well the same goes for you Rachel."
