|Saving You Saving Me
Author: t8kmybreathaway PM
Quinn and Rachel both end up in NYC. Rachel is living her dream and Quinn is a successful magazine editor. They met up and Quinn finds out that Rachel's being abused.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Rachel B. & Quinn F. - Chapters: 6 - Words: 21,205 - Reviews: 33 - Favs: 60 - Follows: 129 - Updated: 03-08-13 - Published: 06-17-11 - id: 7091514
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Title: Saving You Saving Me
Summary: Quinn is a writer for a NY magazine and does a spread on Rachel; however, their past friendship comes into play before much professionalism can take place. Quinn finds out she's being abused.
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit.
A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long for this update! My computer decided to take a permanent vacation and I had to wait around to pick out a new one. But now that I have I should be back to writing again! Yay! I know I've missed it. I hope you enjoy this chapter it took me forever to write it.
A/N: Warning: Mentions of physical, sexual, and emotional abuse.
The next few days saw some sense of normalcy in their routines. Rachel asked Quinn if they could go running through Central Park. Knowing how important her morning routine was the blonde readily agreed. The first couple of days they hadn't made it very far but sat on a bench afterwards to people watch. It was fun for Rachel and Quinn found some her descriptions of these people to be downright hilarious. Her favorite one was the day Rachel picked out an odd looking fellow dressed in incredibly short track shorts and a spandex tank top showing off his gut. Quinn had immediately pointed him out curious to see what the brunette would say. "Hmmm, that's a hard one Quinn," she had stated. "But I think he's training for a marathon. Or maybe he's training because he has to catch up with his wife who is halfway across the country running away from that get up." Her answer had the blonde in absolute stitches, more so because the diva had managed to say it with such a straight face that it made it even funnier to her.
Today, they made it a lot farther than they usually did before they finally sat down content with the progress they had made. Like always Rachel began to regal her with tales of the people around them. Thirty minutes later they went back to Quinn's apartment and showered. Instead of watching movies like they usually did, the brunette requested to see the editor's office. The blonde readily agreed excited to show her the process that each issue endured at her hands.
Quinn hailed a cab and gave the man the address. Rachel looked out the window for most of the drive taking in the different buildings. She was quiet, the blonde observed. "Are you alright?" she asked.
"Hmm?" Rachel looked at her. "Oh, yeah, I've just never been to this part of the city before. I mostly linger around the theater district."
"Okay," Quinn smiled.
They approached her building and Rachel's eyes widened. "Wow," she said in amazement.
The blonde laughed at her and then helped her girlfriend from the cab. "Big, right?" she asked.
Her diva nodded. "What floor do you work on?" she asked with a slightly worried expression.
"Don't tell me, Rachel Berry, Broadway star extraordinaire is afraid of heights?"
"I, uhm… well…"
"Don't worry," the blonde laughed. "I work on the sixth floor, so you can relax baby. The top six floors are for another company. The bottom six are ours."
"Sorry, I'm just a little bit anxious of heights."
"Anxious… right," Quinn giggled and received a dirty look from her girlfriend. "Sorry," she shrugged. "Don't you do stunts on Broadway that are high up?"
"Sometimes," Rachel admitted. "But those aren't usually more than twenty or thirty feet in the air at most," she added as they went through the turn table doors.
"Well thirty feet is about three floors, so you should be fine."
"I hear you can feel the building move when you're up really high."
Quinn laughed. "Oh you definitely can," she confirmed. "But that's when the building is more like twenty stories and taller than the buildings around it. I assure you, you will not feel a thing," she said. Rachel seemed satisfied with that answer and they got on the elevator.
The brunette pressed the button for the sixth floor excitedly like a little child making Quinn giggle once more. Rachel shrugged at her a wide smile forming on her lips. The blonde pulled her into her arms for the elevator ride, enjoying the space they had to themselves. "You know all this alone time has been kind of nice," she said.
Rachel nodded. "It has, but I really want to get back to Broadway."
Quinn nodded in understanding. "I know," she spoke softly. "Maybe you can start looking ahead, think about roles you want? Then audition?" she suggested.
"Maybe," Rachel replied. "Certainly better than just sitting around doing nothing. And you could work from home?"
"I could yes," Quinn smiled.
The elevator dinged signaling them to their arrival and the two women stepped off. Quinn led her through the offices on that floor and pointed out who was who and what they did. When they came to her office Rachel's jaw dropped. "Holy Christ," she mouthed.
"Well this is it," Quinn said. "My new junior editor's office," she smiled.
"It's huge!" the blonde laughed at her. "Seriously! It's bigger than my dressing room!" she shrieked. "It's the size of your living room!"
Quinn shook her head and laughed even harder. "It really isn't," she said. The brunette glared at her causing another eruption of laughter.
Rachel huffed and perched on the sofa across from Quinn's desk. "You need a decorator, it's incredibly bland," she commented crossing her arms. The blonde only smiled.
An hour passed while Quinn showed her diva the process that each and every issue went through. She explained things when she had questions and even showed her the current issue that was being worked on. Afterwards they went to see Jonathan. He was excited to meet Rachel and then jokingly asked when the bio would be ready. Quinn smacked his arm. "Don't be an ass," she said.
He feigned hurt and rubbed his arm. "Jeez woman, I was only joking," he mumbled.
The brunette laughed. "I promise to give her something soon. We're just trying to keep things on the down low. She's being protective, that's all."
"Of course, I'd expect nothing less," he said.
"Is this mushy fest over? Or do I have to endure it longer?" Quinn turned around spotting her best friend.
"You're one to talk, A," she said.
"Yeah, yeah," she shrugged. "What can you do? Anyway, I heard a rumor that Ms. Q was in the office today, so naturally I had to see for myself since you've been so scarce. How are things?" she asked.
"Things are good," Quinn replied referring to her and Rachel lacing their fingers.
"I see and Ms. Berry?" she asked.
"I'm doing better. We started running in the park in the mornings," she said happily.
"Awesome, I hear all those extra endorphins help."
"It does, I'm sleeping better too," she replied.
"Oh, that's great!" Alex said hugging her. "I'm so glad," she said.
After talking a little more Quinn picked up some of her current work. Her phone went off as they were heading out but she wasn't sure who it was and let it go to voice mail. She would just check it later. At the apartment complex she greeted the doorman. Then she asked the front desk attendant if there was any mail. He seemed shaken. "Jimmy, what's wrong?" she asked.
He leaned forward so that the other residents didn't hear. "A crazy lady came in with a gun asking me about you. She demanded to know what floor you lived on and what apartment number it was. I told her I was calling the cops and she left."
"Did you actually call them?" she asked.
"Well, no, I mean… she left so I thought…" he stammered.
The blonde reached for her phone and held it to her ear as the message played. "Ms. Fabray, this is Detective Schumacher, I have some bad news, it seems that Ms. Connelly was acquitted due to a lack of evidence. She is out roaming the streets; we have been trying to keep an eye on her. We do know that she has purchase a gun and was last seen ten blocks from your apartment. Call me as soon as you get this."
Quinn cursed under her breath and rubbed her temples. "What is it, Quinn?" Rachel asked concerned.
"She's out," she sighed. "That bitch is out," she repeated.
"What?" Rachel's face paled. Her eyes wide and frightened.
"It's alright, let's go up to the apartment and call the detective. She will tell us what we should do and if we should worry or not."
"Oh you should definitely worry," they heard from behind them. "I was wondering how long it would be before you got back from your little trip into the city," she said menacingly.
Quinn ignored her in favor of getting Rachel nearer to the elevator. She pressed the button and looked Dana right in the eye. "You wouldn't dare shoot at us in the middle of the lobby. There's too many people, too many witnesses," Quinn stated. She knew she was right, for how long she wasn't positive though.
The woman smiled chillingly and nodded. "You're right, I'll see you upstairs," she snickered. The elevator ride seemed to be the slowest Quinn had ever experienced in her life. It just took forever to get to her floor. When the doors opened she guided Rachel towards the door and heard a menacing laugh before she could open it. She turned around and spotted the red head waving her gun around like a lunatic. "Seems you didn't get very far did you?" she said.
"Rachel," the blonde whispered. "I'm going to open the door very quickly and I want you to run inside," she said quietly so the psycho with the gun didn't hear her.
"Hey now, no secrets. Rule number one, share with the class," she demanded.
"I was trying to calm her down," Quinn lied turning the key out of sight.
"Good! She should be scared!" she turned the door knob hoping the normal clicking sound would be over shadowed by their talking. "No fast movements now," she said. "I don't want to kill you just yet; I intend to have some fun first."
Quinn readied herself taking a deep breath as she wrapped her fingers around the PDA in her purse. "Rae, now!" she yelled flinging the door open.
"What did I tell you?" the red head screamed. Seeing Rachel was safely inside she chucked the heavy piece of technology at Dana's face as hard as she could. She caught the woman off guard and took her chance to get inside. "You stupid bitch!" she heard through the door. "I'll fucking kill you!"
Quinn locked the door with the dead bolt and looked around for anything to defend themselves with. Her eyes landed on the expensive vase her mother had given her that she hated and was absolutely hideous. She hefted it up in her hands. It would have to do. She found Rachel in the bedroom and told her to hide then she waited behind the door.
She didn't have to wait long. A shot rang through the apartment splintering wood on the floor. She gasped softly when the deadbolt gave way. "Don't miss. Don't miss." She said over and over in her head. The door swung open and she took a deep breath.
The woman walked into the apartment and Quinn stayed silent. "Where are you whores hiding?" she sing songed.
"Right here!" Quinn shouted and brought the vase down as hard as she could over the psycho's head. She ignored the pained cry and loud expletives that followed. "Rachel, we need to get out of here!" she shouted.
She appeared from the closet and Quinn pointed to her bedroom window where the fire escape was. She helped Rachel out onto the ledge and told her to go first. The brunette looked at her hesitantly. "Please," she said. "This woman is pissed; she is crazy and after both of us. I can't lose you again, especially to her. I need you to go first, please."
Rachel finally relented with a nod and kissed Quinn. "Okay," she said.
"When you're feet hit the ground you run."
"Quinn," Rachel started.
"No, you run, as fast as you can," she said. They heard the clattering of the pieces of the vase then and Quinn turned to the door. "Go," she said. Rachel didn't move. "There's no time for this, please, go!" she said desperately.
The petite diva nodded. "Don't do anything stupid," she added.
"I'm right behind you," Quinn said quickly. "I promise."
"You whores are going to pay for the trouble you're causing me!" the psychotic red head yelled.
Quinn watched as Rachel stepped over the ledge and began the descent before turning her attention back toward the bedroom door. It was all that separated them from Rachel's crazy ex-girlfriend. Minutes seemed to pass when in reality it was only seconds. The door slammed open with a deafening thud. Quinn glanced down the ladder; Rachel was halfway down to the ground. The blonde carefully placed her feet on the rickety fire escape and looked back to the door.
The red head snarled when she spotted her. "You think you can get away that easily?" she screamed with rage. Her eyes were wide and crazed as she waved the gun around in the air. She seemed to regain her focus and pointed it at Quinn intently. "I will kill you for taking her away from me," she stated as a matter of fact.
Quinn kept her eyes trained on the woman. "She was never yours to begin with," she said without thinking.
The woman smiled in a sick twisted way as she approached the window. "I made her mine," she seethed.
"She never felt anything for you. She was just too scared to leave you."
"Shut up! You don't know what you're talking about!" Quinn kept her eyes on the woman and carefully took two steps down putting her out of sight. "Where do you think you're going you stupid bitch?" she screamed and lunged forward. She barely caught herself as the ledge disappeared and the fire escape started. She reared back and aimed her gun right at Quinn.
The ladder shook slightly and she gasped before looking down. Rachel had made it safely to the ground and was now running for the street at the end of the alley way. She looked back up and saw the glint of steel in the sunlight. The red head snickered and Quinn shut her eyes tightly preparing herself.
A loud crack resounded in her ears; when she felt nothing she opened her eyes. "Quinn!" Rachel yelled. The blonde's head snapped straight up, the crazed woman was reloading her gun. She must have used all the bullets while shooting the front door down. She saw this as her opportunity and carefully climbed down the ladder as quick as possible. The last ten rungs were forgone as she let go and jumped. She faltered slightly, hissed at the pain in her legs, and then caught herself against the cool brick just in time to escape a hail storm of bullets. When she heard the resounding click of an empty magazine she ran towards Rachel. The cab was already waiting; she quickly ushered the brunette inside and then looked back. Dana had disappeared.
"Where to?" the cabbie asked.
"Precinct 903," Quinn replied out of breath. She slid closer to Rachel and pulled her into her arms. The petite diva nuzzled her neck and she kissed the top of her head. "I need to call the detective, baby," she said gently. Rachel moved slightly so Quinn could retrieve her phone.
"Thank God! I've been trying to reach you!"
"Yeah, we got your message," she said wryly. "She was waiting at my apartment with a gun," the blonde said calmly. Rachel shifted in her arms and she gathered her closer. "It's okay, baby, you're safe," she told her softly.
"And you'll stay that way; I am assuming you are on your way here?"
"Yes, we should be there in a half hour depending on traffic."
"Good, when you get here we will be leaving. I will explain more when you arrive."
"Okay," Quinn replied. The detective informed her that she would be waiting outside. True enough when they finally got there forty five minutes later she was. Standing beside her was another brunette with curly hair to her shoulders; she looked to be of Latin descent to Quinn and reminded her much of Santana.
"Quinn, Rachel," she said uncrossing her arms. "This is US Marshall Ana Wade," she introduced. "She will be accompanying us."
"Accompanying us where?" Rachel asked.
"To a safe house upstate. We will stay there until Ms. Connelly is taken into custody," the Marshall replied, she even sounded like Santana Quinn mused.
"We don't have anything except money," Quinn said.
"I realized that when you called. Don't worry there's somewhere we can stop," the detective replied. "I won't guarantee that it is what you are used to wearing but it will do."
Quinn nodded and then hugged her diva tightly. "You should call your dads," she said.
"I don't want to worry them," she replied.
"I know sweetie but if that psycho is looking for you and she knows we left town she may look for you there," Quinn reasoned.
"Quinn is right, you need to warn them," the Marshall added.
"Who is that?" Quinn asked upon seeing two unfamiliar men walking out of the precinct.
"My partner and Marshall Wade's partner. They're going to follow us and take a different route out of the city, that way if she's followed us we have a better chance of throwing her off. They license plates are the same and they will also have to undercover officers with them that resemble the two of you. It's our best bet to get her to follow them," she explained as they got into the unmarked sedan.
The detective pulled out into the rush hour traffic and started driving towards the George Washington Bridge. The congestion was serious and it took them an hour to reach the exit they needed to get on. The cars went their separate ways and Rachel called her fathers. She prefaced the conversation with them to sit down and try not to worry or interrupt her before she was finished. She told them everything. Explained what had happened with Dana and then about meeting Quinn and how the blonde had 'saved' her and was now with her. They were on their way out of the city and she told them that they should also look to stay somewhere until this all blew over. She apologized profusely knowing that they would each have to take their vacation time in order to do so but she wanted them to be safe. In the end they agreed to go on a cruise because at least then they would actually get a vacation. They demanded that Rachel call once a day to let them know that she and Quinn were okay and she agreed then hung up.
It took another hour to get out of the city entirely and by then the petite brunette was asleep against Quinn. A couple hours later they had reached the outskirts of a town and pulled over at a rest stop. The detective got out and went inside coming back a minute later. "There's a Wal-mart a few miles from here, we'll be stopping there for all of our necessities before we get further into the woods where the cabin is located," she said.
The blonde gently shook Rachel's shoulder and kissed her temple. "We're stopping for clothing and food," she said softly. She nodded in reply and sat up wiping the sleep from her eyes. It was almost midnight before they finally reached the cabin. It wasn't large by any means but it wasn't small either. It had two floors and a wraparound porch. The shutters looked to be green but in the darkness Quinn really couldn't tell. She and the detective carried in the bags while the other two went inside. Marshall Wade sat with Rachel as they brought everything inside. The brunette then busied herself with putting the food away while Quinn took their bags to their room which was upstairs. The detective gave her a brief description of the layout of the cabin and then said that she and Marshall Wade would share the bedroom with two beds while Quinn and Rachel could take the other. "Do you need anything?" she asked.
Quinn shook her head. "No, we're both exhausted. It's been a long day. We're going to just head to bed," she said truthfully. The blonde gently guided Rachel upstairs and flicked the light on in their room. Dark tan walls with maroon accents greeted her. She was quite impressed with the safe house to be decorated so nicely. There was a queen sized sleigh bed in the middle of the room and she sighed. At least they would get a decent night's sleep. Rachel changed and climbed under the covers her eyes shutting immediately. Quinn followed soon after and wrapped her body around her diva's protectively.
"I'm scared," the shorter woman admitted softly.
"Me, too," the blonde said.
"I just want it to be over."
"I know. It will be soon."
"I hope so," Rachel said sleepily.
Quinn silently said me too and shut her eyes. She didn't want to scare Rachel by saying she hoped it would be over. She needed to be strong for her. She needed to let Rachel know that it would all be over soon. Part of her couldn't believe that, however, and that scared her. She ran her fingers through lush brown locks enjoying the softness and gently lulling Rachel to sleep. She was almost there herself when she felt the diva shake violently. "Rachel, baby, wake up," she said gently. The brunette pushed at her and ended up sending a fist right at her face. Quinn just barely dodged it and managed to get out of the way before a foot was directed towards her. Rachel was fighting with everything she had. Quinn could only imagine what she was dreaming about. "Rachel," she tried again reaching out for her wrists. Once she got them she found herself being kicked in the stomach. She stumbled back with a groan and landed on the bed. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at the brunette catching her off guard. She grabbed her around the waist from behind and held her tightly. "Rachel! Wake up!" she hissed at her girlfriend.
Her eyes snapped open and she took in their surroundings. She looked at Quinn and gasped. In all her thrashing about while Quinn held her she managed to elbow the blonde in the mouth which was now bleeding. "Oh God, Quinn, I'm so sorry. I need to be restrained," she said sullenly.
"It's okay, Rae, you had no control over it."
"That's not the point," she said quietly. "I hit you," she paused. "Again," she said tears forming in her eyes. She covered her face with her hands and made a horrible choking sound before she blurted out that she was such a monster.
"Hey," Quinn said sitting down next to her. "Hey, now, come on," she cooed gently. "You're not a monster."
"But I keep hurting you, I'm just like him," she said referring to Russell Fabray.
"You are nothing like my sorry excuse for a father. He did it because he could. You're in pain, Rachel. You can't control the things you do in your sleep," she tried to sooth her girlfriend.
"I feel so out of control, Quinn, I don't like it."
"Baby, this situation is not easy. Don't beat yourself up. We'll get through this. You are not a monster. You are nothing like either of them. You are the kindest person I know. You would never intentionally hurt someone, let alone me," Quinn told her confidently.
Quinn shook her head. "No buts, now let's try and get some sleep," she said. She lay back down with Rachel nestled against her. The blonde held her protectively placing a kiss to her head before pulling the covers up over them. Rachel let her eyes close once more and the editor watched her carefully waiting for her to fall asleep before she finally let her own eyes close.