Title: How did this happen?

Disclaimer: I Own Nothing.

Pairings: Faberry (& a bit of Brittana).

I might continue this with another chapter but for now it's a one-shot.

Re-uploading the chapters May 2013: Extra spelling checks and beta of the chapters. I'm sorry if there are still mistakes in it.

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How did this happen?

Chapter 1

You had the week of hell. Coach Sylvester has been on your case all week long because she isn't happy with the Cheerio's routine. She makes you stay after school every single day to go over it again. To criticize to you about who does what wrong, as if it's all your fault. She complains to you non-stop about Glee club, and all the ways she's going to try and destroy it.

You try to block it all out. You try to ignore Santana's bitchy mood. You don't want to hear another thing about her fight with Brittany. You don't want to hear another complaint, from anyone. You just want the weekend to begin. You want to be left alone in peace.

You wake up feeling relieved. You're thankful because, finally, it's Friday. The grateful feeling however is shortlived, because you hear your parents fighting, loudly. You hear your father shouting to your mother. You're used to it, as much as one can get used to the constant shouting and fighting.

You, again, try to ignore it as you get ready for the last day of school. It takes longer to get ready then you're used to. You spend more time under the shower, trying to relieve the tension by standing under the scalding hot water. You hope that, by the time you get out of your room, the fighting will be over. That one of your parents or preferably both, will have left for work. But fate doesn't grant you that wish. It's even worse then when you woke up.

You take a deep breath and prepare yourself for what is about to come. You make your way downstairs and into the kitchen, wanting to quickly grab something to eat so you could be on your way from the house of misery to the school of hell. At least at school there's much less shouting and fighting. You hear a loud noise followed by a scream. As quickly as you can you make your way to your fathers study. Your mother is holding her cheek. Your father has hit her and is about to take another swing. You jump between the two of them. You don't know why, you're running on instinct. You shove your father away with an angry push.

"LEAVE!" you yell. Your father is slightly shocked about your interference. He clearly wasn't inspecting it.

"Don't tell me what to do! I'm still your father, Quinn." He orders as he makes his way back towards the two of you.

"Leave." You say again, although your voice has lost much of it's strength. You try to keep it together but you know your father is a strong man with a lot of brute force. "You have to leave her alone."

"You…" he starts as he pushes you backwards, thinking you would be pushed against your mother but finding nothing but hard wall. She has left you alone, with a raging father. You protected her from getting yet another beating and she hasn't done a thing to protect you, her daughter. "…are just as worthless as your mother." He spats the words in disgust. He forcefully shoves you out of his study and slams the door shut. Tears start to form behind your eyes but you don't cry. You never cry because you can't let anyone see your hurt and pain, you can't ever let your guard down.

Quickly making your way back into the kitchen to get your stuff you see your mother sitting at the kitchen table, glass of whisky in her hand, the left side of her cheek marked with a hand print on it. You feel anger, rage at both the fact that your father did this to your mother but also to the fact that she left you in there with him. She left you alone yet again. You could have been hurt, again, but she wouldn't come to help. You give her another glance before you run away, you run to your car as fast as your feet would go and you speed away.

You make it to school in record time. You know that when you are mad you don't tend to keep yourself to the speed limits. Sometimes you would even welcome it if you got into an accident, if you were in the hospital. At least then you would have some peace and quiet.

You are on a path of war, daring anyone to speak to you today. You hope that someone gives you a reason to explode but alas. Coach Sylvester is in an unusual good mood and Santana and Brittany are all over each other. It's clear that they have made up and you wonder what was worse, them fighting or them being sickenly sweet.

"Hey Q, what's up?" Santana asks with a smile. Her lips leaving Brittany's neck as she sees you coming.

"Leave me alone." You snarl, you just keep walking. You have to keep walking.

"Woah, woah, woah, what's wrong?" Santana asks as she lets go of Brittany and follows you.

"Nothing!" You try to remain calm. You don't want Santana to be your victim of outburst. But you can feel it coming.

"Quinn…" She tries softly and you hate the fact that she knows something has happened, something that made you this angry. You hate that Santana knows you this well.

Then you hear singing. You heard it a million times before because you are, afterall, in Glee club with them. You hear them getting closer as the singing grows louder. The five of them, the outcasts of the school. The losers. Loser number one: Rachel Berry.

A while after you had started going to Glee, you all had gotten closer. You would sometimes think of them as your friends. But right now, you want, need someone to lash out to. So when Rachel Berry dares to open her mouth to you, Santana and Brittany, you reach your boiling point. "Good morning, Quinn, Santana, Brittany. Don't forget that we have Glee tonight. We'll see you there?" She says, her ever apparent smile in place as they walk past the three of you.

Another thing you hate. Rachel "Manhands" Berry is always smiling. Whatever people toss at her, the girl always comes back with a smile. You hate it and you hate her. So when Karofsky walks down the hall, a slushie in his hand, you yank it away from him. He tries to protest but you roughly shove him away. Santana sees you staring at the backs of the remaining Glee members as they walk further away from you, and she sees what you are about to do.

"Quinn, don't!" Santana harshly whispers as she grabs your elbow to prevent you from going after them.

You growl. "Let me go, now!" You try to use force but with only one free hand it's hard and Santana quickly has the upper hand.

"Come with me." Santana says, pushing you into the nearest free classroom.

"Dammit, Santana. I said that you had to leave me alone!" You scream as you place the slushie on the desk and get right in her face.

She doesn't look impressed, she doesn't even flinch. In fact, her voice is normal, calm. "Will you tell me what happened?" She asks.

"I want you to leave me alone." You bark, backing away, your hand going back to the slushie, you had a mission afterall. But she takes it away before you can reach it.

"Quinn…you don't want to do this." Santana says. "You need to calm down."

"Don't fucking tell me what to do, Santana!" You shout. "Just leave me the hell alone!" You kick a chair that dared to be in your way and you watch it fall against the wall. "I just want everyone to leave me alone!" you shout angrily.

"Throwing a slushie at her isn't going to solve it now, is it?" Santana reasons. "We agreed that we wouldn't do it anymore. We're all friends now, Q." Santana has trouble to say that last part but you heard it loud and clear. You did agree that. You agreed that you wouldn't do things like this ever again. You agreed that you even liked Glee club, even though you would never admit it. But at the moment, You don't care. You can't care.

"They're no friends of mine." You roar. "Now let me go before I throw the fucking thing on you!"

Santana sighs. "You'll regret it later, Q."

You see an opening and quickly grab the slushie and run out of the classroom. You run down the hall and around the corner. You can hear the singing again, the laughing. They were having fun, that was all. But right now, you, hated fun and everyone who had it.

You stop running and power walk towards them. As if they hear you coming they turn around and gasp in shock. Their smiles instantly disappearing for their faces. They see you coming and you see her preparing for impact. Because she knows by the look on your face and the intense stare that you are there for her. The others look sad, they look at you with disappointment. And for a second you see that she is afraid.

You feel your anger slowly being replaced by tears that build up again.

"Leave." You snarl towards the others, wanting them to go away with their sad, judging faces. You look around and see a crowd forming. "Everyone leave, now!" You bellow at all the people who were now staring at you. Rachel gazes behind you and you look around. Santana and Brittany are standing at the end of the hallway, watching you with matching judging faces. Everyone is always judging you. Everyone is always better then you. You try to stay angry as you turn back around and face her.

You hesitate. You stare. You feel the tears. "Do it." She says quietly. "Get it over with, Quinn."

"Shut up!" You reply because you'll throw it in your own time.

"Do it now or tell me what's wrong." Rachel says. You wonder why she's so calm, why isn't she angry about what you are going to do?

You get ready, you bring your arm backwards, the ice cold slushie numbing your hand. She closes her eyes and waits for it. You see it happen and you can't do it. You can't do it and it makes you even more mad because you know it isn't her fault. She slowly opens her eyes and you see her stare back at you as you try to control your breathing, tears starting to form behind your eyes as all your emotions are getting the best, or worst of you.

You forcefully throw the slushie in the garbage and storm into the locker room. You hit and kick the lockers and bend over to try and catch your breath when you hear the door open. "Are you happy now, Santana? I couldn't do it, I couldn't throw it at her face." You say. "Just leave me alone, San."

"It's me." A soft voice comes from across the room and you abruptly turn around.

"You can't be in here!" You say because it's true. Coach Sylvester doesn't allow non-cheerios to be in her locker room. "Leave!" You order as you turn back around to stare at the wall infront of you. You hear the door being locked and you turn around again, lifting your eyebrows.

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what that was about." She tells you as she stands infront of the now closed door, making sure you can't go anywhere.

"It's none of your business, Berry."

"You were about to throw a slushie on me, that kinda makes it my business, doesn't it?" She asks.

"Yeah, but I didn't throw it, now did I?" You try, hoping she would just leave you be.

She comes closer to you and you walk backwards until you hit the wall. "Thank you." She whispers.

You close your eyes because she was thanking you for not throwing a slushie at her face. She was thanking you for not doing something horrible to her yet again. "Please, leave." You don't know how much longer you'll hold it all in.

She stares at you before she reaches in her bag and pulls out a magazine and hands it to you. You take it and stupidly stare at it. "Why are you giving me this?"

"Tear it apart." Is all she says.

"What?"

"Roll it up and try to rip it apart until your hands and arms hurt."

You feel your hands clench around the magazine. She is offering you another way. A way that doesn't involve anybody else getting hurt in your wrath. You slowly roll it up as you try to slow your breathing. "Let it out, Quinn." She says and you no longer try to control yourself.

You scream out your frustration and kill the magazine, you rip and rip until your arms hurt. You tear it apart until you fall in a blubbering mess on the floor. Your hands hurt but you realize you do feel better. The anger is gone. The only thing left now is sadness and tears. "Please leave." You say as you feel her closing the distance between the two of you.

"I'm not going anywhere, Quinn." She says as she sits down next to you. Ever so slowly she extends her hand and places it on your shoulder.

"I'm not worth it." You say through tears. "I'm not worth pity, especially not from you."

"Quinn, I don't pity you." Rachel says softly. "I feel sad because you are sad."

You look up at her words. "Why?" you ask her, wondering why on earth she cares. You've been nothing but horrible to her in the past. Granted, the last few months you hadn't made it a mission to make her life hell but still, you didn't deserve her kindness.

"Someone has obviously caused you a lot of pain." She says. "I care about my friends, Quinn. I care about you."

"We're not friends!" you say, more out of reflex then anything else. You immediately regret it but don't take it back. It's easier to try and stay mad. Or better, make Rachel mad at you.

"Okay…" She says, trying to catch your eyes. "I'm still not leaving."

You wipe the tears away, you don't want her to see you when you are weak. You don't want her to see your tears although you had been crying for minutes now.

"I'm going to hug you know, okay?"

You just stare at her. You gawk and don't do anything else. Because pushing everything and everyone away has made you tired, so so very tired. You watch her as she carefully puts her arms around you, as if she is afraid that you would break. She's careful but she pulls you oh so close that you are pressed against her in a full-on hug. Pushing her away briefly comes into your mind but you welcome the warmth more then anything.

You can't remember the last time you had someone this close. You don't remember the last time anyone had hugged you like this. And you wonder if you have ever let anyone even be this close to you when you were vulnerable.

"Let go, Quinn." Rachel says. "I'll catch you."

It's probably the sweetest thing you have ever heard. You sigh and put your cheek on her shoulder and just do what she told you to. You let go. You feel her hand rubbing softly on your back, you feel her hand in your hair, calming you, soothing you.

You feel her moving, you feel her head move and you most definitely feel when her lips touch your head, kissing you hair. It's nice, you feel so loved at the moment that you wonder why you deserve this. You pull away to look at her. You still feel tears rolling down your eyes. She smiles sadly at you and wipes the tears away with her thumbs.

She just nods as her hands continue to soothe you. You try to smile through your tears but fail miserably. Your try to speak but you can't find words. But you do feel yourself leaning in, getting closer to her head. You place your lips softly on her cheek, pulling back ever so slightly. Your lips are still grazing her cheek. "Thank you." You hear yourself whisper across her skin.

You feel her nod because your lips are still faintly against her cheek. You close the almost none existent gap and kiss her cheek again, inches away from her lips. Her hand tightens around your arm as you stay close. Your eyes were closed since the moment you placed your lips on her cheek. You smell her perfume, you feel her every move. Your lips graze her soft skin again and this time you make contact with her lips. Soft lips are now resting against yours, you press closer and ever so slightly open your mouth before pressing closer again. This time you feel her move her lips as well as she responds to your kiss. It's soft but you feel it, you feel her lips move.

She pulls away slowly, her hands are on your shoulders now. She has an intense stare and just looks at you. She doesn't judge but doesn't say anything else either. She just looks, looks right through you as you feel a lonely tear making it's way down your cheek. Again, she's there to catch it, like she said she would. You lean in again and this time kiss her with faintly more force. She moans softly and it's the sweetest thing you have ever heard. Rachel Berry moaned in your mouth, she moaned because of the kiss you were giving her.

It only spurs you on. You pull away, catch your breath and go right back to her lips, kissing them hungrily. Your hands are everywhere and she's only trying to pull you closer. She wants more contact as she kissed you back with equal force. You move and move until you press Rachel's back against the wall. But you do it without any force. Not like your father did it to you that same morning. You block out the anger when that memory pops into your brain, haunting you. You straddle her as she puts her hands on your hips, keeping you in place.

This time you moan because you feel her tongue against your lips. You grant her permission because her touch feels way to good to be denied. Your hands can't seem to find a place to rest, they have been moving since you started kissing her. They run through her hair and she moans at the feeling. Your hands seem content being there and you rest them on her neck, your fingers playing with her hair. Breathing becomes hard, you know both of your chests are heaving by now.

Rachel pulls away and her dark eyes find yours. Her lips are slightly swollen and her hair isn't perfect anymore. You see her stare at your lips next and know they must be swollen as well. "What are we doing?" You hear Rachel whisper. You hear her saying the words but they don't seem to register in your mind. If they had you would be out of the door faster then a bullet. But you just stare, you've never seen her like this before. You never bothered before but now that you have, you can feel the warmth she send out with her loving eyes, her gaze bores through you and settle in your heart.

"We're feeling." You answer because it's true. You are feeling. You're feeling her and you like it. It may not register in your mind but your heart sure felt it.

She swallows and this time closes the gap herself, placing her lips on yours. You kiss her with passion and your hands start roaming again. You think about what would happen if someone walked in right now but remember that she had locked the door. She had locked it because she thought you would run away if she didn't. Something you probably would have done if it would have been someone else.

Your hands find the first button of her shirt and you fumble it before popping it open. Your lips never leave each others as you open the others buttons, her shirt soon falling open as you graze her sides. She feels so warm, so good. She moans loudly and brings her legs up, bringing the two of you closer together as she hungrily breaks the kiss only to attack your neck. You move your head to give her better access. Her hands reach your ass as she tries to pull you even closer, causing your centers to press together making you both moan at the contact.

Her hands are now playing with the hem of your shirt as she slowly lifts it. You feel her pulling at it and you put your hands on her wrists, stopping her movement. You want to stay in whatever control you still have. She's breathing heavily and looks from your now joined hands to your eyes.

She says nothing but moves in again to assault your lips with her own. You let her because nothing has ever felt this good. You forget everything and just feel. She moves her hands again and you feel them run under your shirt, she traces her fingertips over your skin and you don't know why you stopped her in the first place.

When she feels that you won't protest anymore she pulls the shirt up and over your head before you even notice it. You let her do whatever she wants. You want to feel every move and you give her permission to do so. You feel her movements, you feel all off it. You feel her take off your clothes, you feel as she makes her way down your body, her kisses hot and passionate.

You come undone under her hands, she takes you over that edge for the first time. You feel yourself starting to pull away because noone has ever made you feel this way. Noone has ever touched you in the way you just let her. But she's so careful with her movements, every touch so soft, ever kiss so passionate that you don't want to stop. You're naked under her but you only feel warmth. Your heart is beating out of it's chest from the sensation but she doesn't let you go.

Rachel Berry just made you orgasm. And Rachel Berry once again caught you as you came down from your high. She's still kissing you softly, her wet fingers tracing your skin, the palm of her hand coming to rest on your stomach. The material of her skirt grazes against your thighs now because she's back to kissing your lips. You open your eyes to look at her. Her eyes are closed as you watch her move her lips to your cheek. Your hand, that has been resting on Rachel's naked back trails up and stops on her cheek.

Rachel finally opens her eyes and kisses the palm of your hand before looking at you. Your breathing becomes calm again as you watch her. "Thank you." You whisper again and you don't know why you say it. You just did something you never thought you would, and especially not with Rachel Berry. But the way she looks at you…you never felt more loved then in that moment. She takes your hand, the one that was on her cheek and kisses your open palm. "Thank you, Quinn."

TBC?