LbN: This first is a prompt from kiacheo, who wanted a Faberry fight/make up. Some triggery stuff in here, but nothing graphic. Not a Finn-friendly fic.

"No."

"Sorry?"

"No. Absolutely not."

"Quinn, I wasn't asking. I was informing," Rachel said.

"I know you weren't asking. I'm still saying no," Quinn said, folding her arms. "There's no way you're going to see that abusive asshole again."

"It's been three years, Quinn!"

"Yeah," Quinn said with a mirthless laugh. "Three years since he got you plastered, tried to rape you, and then verbally abused you for a month afterward until you finally told me and Santana. And then, when you ended it, he continued to stalk you! No, my stubbornness at this moment is completely unreasonable…."

"I didn't say you were being unreasonable, Quinn," Rachel said softly. "I understand where you're coming from, I do. It's just…this is something I feel like I need to do. He came all the way to New York—"

"That doesn't send off any warning bells?"

Rachel sighed. "Maybe…still, he sounded sincere on the phone."

"You're not going, Rachel."

"You're not my mother, Quinn."

"I'm aware of that. But I'd hoped that being your wife counted for something."

"It does. I know you don't like this idea, but I really need to see him."

"No you don't."

"I do. Or do my feelings not count anymore either?" Rachel asked, annoyed. "I'll text you as soon as I get to the restaurant, when I'm leaving, and from the cab."

"Rachel—"

"I'm done talking about this!"

"I don't want you seeing him!"

"Because of what he did, or are you afraid of something else?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Quinn half yelled, half squeaked.

"It means that while I understand your concern for my safety, I think there's more to it than that."

"Like what?"

"Like I don't think you trust me to not get back with him."

"WHAT?"

"You never want to go back to Lima—even just to see our families. You change the subject whenever Kurt brings him up. You get quiet whenever we talk about the past…. Quinn, this isn't something I'm doing to…I don't know…see if there's a spark or anything. I love you. I spent too much time hating him, and I just want to move past it."

Quinn huffed. "Fine. If that's what you think, go ahead. I'll be sitting here with 911 on speed dial when he attacks you."

"Quinn, that's not—"

"Fair? Funny?" Quinn finished. "Go."

With an aggravated grumble, Rachel grabbed her coat and purse, and left the apartment.

As soon as she was gone, Quinn let out a frustrated sob, and went up to their room.

*I'm here. I love you, Quinn.*

Rachel put her phone back into her pocket as she spotted Finn. She smiled and made her way over to him. "Hey."

"Hey."

They stayed in an awkward silence until the waiter came to take their drink orders.

Finally, Finn spoke up. "I'm glad you came. I knew you would."

"I wanted to get everything out in the open. Make sure we could both move on."

"Are you happy now?"

"Yes. My career is, while moving more slowly than I had anticipated, progressing nicely. And I have Quinn."

Finn's face darkened a bit. "I thought you'd be over her by now."

"What's that mean?"

"Her 'knight in shining armor' bit was cute…but I thought you'd see through it."

"First, she wasn't the only person who helped me through what you…what happened," Rachel corrected, trying to not turn this into an accusatory explanation. "I had my dads, Brittany, Santana, Mike...I had Kurt. Quinn isn't playing some game. She loves me." Rachel's stomach dropped as she said those words. Quinn did love her. Which made the earlier diva storm out a bit of an asshole-ish move.

"What about us?"

"Us ended three years ago, Finn."

"We could have another shot."

"If this is what you came here for, I'm leaving." She got up and turned to walk away.

Finn grabbed her wrist.

In that instant, everything they'd been through came back to Rachel.

"Finn, I don' feel very well."

"Just lie down."

"What are you doing?"

"Don't worry. You'll like this."

"Finn, stop. I don'….want this."

"We've been dating for two years, Rachel. It's fine."

"Finn, I feel sick."

"You're fine."

"Don't…."

"OW!" Finn stumbled backwards as Santana pulled him by the hair.

"I'm pretty sure she told you 'no', Frankenteen!" she snarled, pushing him into the wall.

"Rachel?" Quinn said. "Rachel, look at me. Can you hear me?"

"I…er…Quinn…."

"I'm right here. It's okay. Santana! Call Blaine up here. We need to take Rachel to the hospital. I think this asshole drugged her too."

"I'm on it," Santana said, with a parting kick to Finn's crotch.

"You think they're suddenly going to stick up for a loser like you?" Finn sneered. "What I did on Saturday, yeah, it was messed up. But don't think they're your friends now."

"I'm serious, Finn. Get away from me."

"You're my girlfriend. I can be around you if I want. What are you looking around for? You think Santana's going to turn up out of thin air and rescue you?" He sneered. "Actually, you were probably hoping for Quinn, right?"

"I'm leaving."

He shoved her against the locker. "You really need to get your head on straight. I'm tired of this."

"Guys?" Brittany said, looking out the window. "Whose car is that?"

"It's Finn," Rachel said, going pale.

"Calling the po-po," Santana said.

"Come on, Rachel," Quinn said. "Santana's dad is just downstairs. He knows what's going on. Finn won't get anywhere near you."

"Let. Go. Of. Me."

"Rachel—"

"Let go, Finn!"

He released her hand.

"Goodbye." She walked quickly from the restaurant, trying to ignore the stares and whispers. As soon as she got in the cab, she took out her phone.

*OMW. I'm sorry. You were right.*

Quinn sniffled. She'd thought it over in every way shape and form, and had come to the conclusion that Rachel had been right. Or, at least it was understandable why the younger girl wanted to go that night. And she should've known better than to flat out tell her tiny diva 'No'. That never worked. She should've gone with her…or followed her to make sure she was safe. Now…

*buzzzzzzzzzz*

Quinn picked up the phone and read the message. If Rachel was on her way home that soon, it couldn't have gone well. She dried her eyes and went downstairs to wait.

Rachel walked through the door and was immediately pulled into a hug. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Me too. You were right."

"Actually, you were."

Quinn chuckled. "How about we both were?"

"Works for me."

Quinn handed Rachel a tissue and pulled her over to the couch. "What happened?"

"He wanted me back."

"Fucker."

Rachel smiled. "I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have said those things."

"You were right. I was more afraid that I wouldn't be able to protect you…but still."

"I love you," Rachel murmured into her shoulder.

"I love you, too. Come on," Quinn said, standing and taking Rachel's hand. "Let's go to bed."

LbN: Hope you liked it! Leave a review and tell me what else you'd like to see. Fair warning, I can't write children or sex scenes. Anything else is fair game!