Something - Quinn Fabray

Chapter 58

Late on Sunday afternoon Santana Lopez was in her car, grumbling to herself as she drove to the Midget's house. She'd never visited him in the whole time they'd lived in this stupid town, and now she was going for the second time in as many weeks. He was nice though, under all that argyle and arrogance. She knew she'd never forget that hug in the choir room after Brittany had broken her heart. She would never admit this, she was too much of a bitch, but she liked Ryan now. Not romantically, because she wasn't into hobbits and it was gross. Plus she was figuring out she was gay. Just as a friend.

Madre de Dios, the world was probably going to end soon, now that she thought of Ryan Berry/Corcoran as a friend.

Finally she reached her destination, and she scowled when she saw that Quinn's red bug wasn't around. Rats. Maybe Blondie wasn't here after all. Still, maybe Ryan knew where she was. He probably did, the two were closer than Siamese twins now. She parked and marched over to the front door, banging on the door. "Munchkin! Open up!"

The door finally opened. "Took you long enou -" Santana stopped short as she came face to face with Shelby Corcoran. Shit, that was right. Miss Corcoran lived here too. "Uhm..."

"Can I help you, Miss Lopez?" Shelby inquired, staring impassively at the teenager. Santana's jaw flapped up and down a few times before she managed to answer.

"Uh, I was looking for - Ryan," she corrected hastily. "Actually, I was looking for Quinn, and she wasn't at home so, I thought she might be... with..." she trailed off meekly, the older brunette's gaze still boring through her. Great, she sounded like a complete idiot.

"Mom, who's... oh." Ryan finally appeared behind his scary - but still hot - mother. "Santana? What are you doing here?"

"Selling Thin Mints," she snarked, wincing when she heard Shelby let out a pointed cough. "I'm looking for Quinn, where is she? And what happened to your face?" She frowned as she took in the nice bruise on the left side of Ryan's face.

"I'll let the two of you talk," Shelby said, leaving Santana in the doorway with Ryan. Santana let out a small breath of relief. The woman was hella intimidating.

"So, where's Q? She's here, right?" she asked, recovering from her shock. She raised her voice. "Q, come out here before I eats your hobbit!"

Quinn magically appeared behind Ryan. "Santana, shut up, you're bothering the whole street," she growled, pulling Santana into the hallway and into the living room as Ryan trailed behind them. He said something about letting them talk, leaving Santana and Quinn in the living room.

Santana's smirk fell off her face as she got a good look at Quinn. "What the hell happened to your face?" she demanded. Quinn also had a bruise on her cheek, and a red cut on her lip. "Did you get in an accident? I told you, you really have to leave your phone alone when you're driving -"

"Santana, shut up!" Quinn barked again. "What are you even doing here?"

"My dad told me you were in the ER when he went in for the night shift," Santana explained. "But he wouldn't tell me why you look like... that!" she gestured at Quinn's face irritably. The bruise was much more obvious on her pale complexion than on Ryan's. "Was it one of the football guys? I swear I'm gonna -"

"It was my dad, okay?"

Santana stopped dead. "W-what?"

Quinn sighed in frustration, folding her arms. "My dad came over to my house shitfaced, he knocked me around, knocked my mom into the fireplace. Then the police came and we all went to the hospital."

The Latina was speechless. Her dad? That couldn't be right. Dads weren't supposed to do this to their kids. "What - why -"

"I don't know, okay?" Quinn burst out. "I don't know why he came over last night besides to do this. Mom said maybe it was because it's the anniversary of her kicking him out last year. I think he just wanted to be more of a jackass than he already was. Happy now?"