Okay, as some of you may know, October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month! I feel very strongly about this topic, and feel that the best way to get it across is through a story. So, thus, we have Satisfaction. Kind of based on the 2002 film Enough, starring Jennifer Lopez. You don't have to see the movie to read this, but I recommend seeing it. It's a great movie. But, anyways, here's the basic summary.

Four years since the New Directions graduated. Four years since Rachel and Finn went their separate ways. And now Rachel is living in New York, and engaged to none other than Jesse St. James. Unexpectedly, things turn for the worse, and one slap across the face escalates to beatings. Rachel tries fleeing, only followed have threats of Jesse's abuse. Can she escape the madness? Is there anyone out there to help he gain her strength again (Whoa! Foreshadowing!)? Please read to find out. But yeah, it's FINCHEL, with St. Berry occasionally, but in the end Finchel.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, it's characters, or Finn. I don't even own Enough. All I own is my ideals about this. Help spread the word about Domestic Violence Awareness Month! Visit .org/ for information.

Fact: Females are more often victimized by people they know

It was my first day at NYU, and it was forever imprinted in my mind.

You know that one idea, that one that's never really said, but is known by every high school students? That college is just like high school, with hierarchy, and the ones who wear the letterman jackets from senior year are automatically cool? Yes, it's wrong.

Walking around the campus, it felt nothing like high school. In ways, it was good. I didn't have to worry about slushy facials every second (yet even today, whenever I see a slushy, I flinch). There were no crude pornographic drawings of me. No Cheerios breathing down my neck, whispering harsh comments. No Karofsky. No prejudice and bias. Just people.

And in ways, that was bad. The people. There were so many people, spread out over an infinite amount of space. It was overwhelming, and that's a big thing, coming from me.

That moment, looking out at a sea of faceless faces, was one of those few moments where I missed Finn. Sure, it was mutual when we broke up. Almost inevitable. I was on my way to New York, and he was going to Ohio State. We weren't sixteen anymore. It was best for both of us that we broke up, just remain friends. But it was moments like this where I truly regretted it. But that's something I never admit to, not even to him. Sure, we email each other periodically, and he still appears to be completely honest with me. But I never could tell him I missed him at all, because truly, it would hurt us both if it was ever said aloud.

God, what it's like to know no one. And no one knew me! That's what really resonated.

But still, I kept my stage-face on. I walked determined into class, and became fixated in a lecture I actually was bored with.

At the end of class, I stood up and walked out the door. I walked through the hallway. I was not greeted by anyone.

Is this what the rest of my life will be like?

Consumed in my own horrific thoughts, I ran into someone. Fumbling, I tried to pick up my books and apologize. When I looked up, I was grateful. It was a familiar face!

But then I was scared. Rachel Berry is never scared, but this time, I was frozen in anxiety and fear.

It was Jesse St. James.

Apology: An expression of regret at having caused trouble for someone

"I'm sorry" and "I love you". Those were the first things he said. Well, in truth, they were kind of later in the conversation, but it was still up there with the first things he said. And although I expected the former, the latter surprised me.

A while ago, I internally forgave him for what he did. Somehow I just understood it. Trust me, I never forgot. I held the pain in my mind always, and it occasionally haunted my dreams. But generally forgiveness is what I felt toward the situation.

Just I was going to say so, the second bombshell was dropped.

"I love you."

"W-wh-what?" I was shaken to my core. And when I'm rendered speechless, it's a bad thing. Jesse noticed immediately, laughing a little.

"God, that wasn't the best thing to say. But it's true. I never stopped loving you."

Reconciliation: the reestablishing of cordial relations

Fast forward three years. Somehow that first conversation upon meeting again had changed me and my feelings. Somehow I had let him back into my heart. And I didn't mind a bit.

Our relationship was so… simple. It was slightly a hyperbole, but it was true in some ways. Things just worked. There was no drama, no "Run Joey Run", no peer pressure, no rivalry, and all together no wrecking ball to our relationship. When I thought about it, those things are what probably caused our high school meltdown.

But the best word to describe the relationship was happy. Joyful. Peaceful. In love.

Somewhere along the line, I stopped emailing Finn. Not on purpose, it just happened. Sometimes in life, friendships don't last. The last I heard he was the new quarterback at Ohio State.

It was the day of his graduation that he proposed. It was so romantic, theatrical almost. But that perfectly suited us. I said yes without even thinking. Happy.

Foreboding: fateful, ominously prophetic

Dates weren't set right away. He said he wanted to wait at least until I graduated. I admired his concern with my education and career. It was reassuring of his affection to me.

We moved in together. I felt so close to him, intimately. We were living together. It made everything seem so real.

But something was happening. My psychic ability kicked in, and I saw a storm coming.

I desperately tried to keep him interacting. But he always seemed so distant. Every now and again, he would try to reassure me, but then he was gone again. The look in his eyes was somewhere else. But I just knew I could fix it. After all, we were so happy together.

Today I found a text on his phone.

"Hey there ;) Tell me when you get rid of her, I've got a little plan. See you tonight 3"

That was the wrecking ball.

Slap: a blow from a flat object (as an open hand)

I confronted him immediately when he walked into the door.

"What is this?" It was the simplest question I could ask, and it still spoke so much.

First he looked confused, his eyes switching from me to the phone. He read the message. The confusion in his face switched to fear and sadness, but only for a second. Then he was smiling.

"It's nothing. Trust me." He tried to move closer to me, but I blocked his advance.

"Nothing is something completely unrelated to this matter!"

The smile on his face twitched a little as I pushed away from him.

"Come on, Rachel, you know me. It's not what you think it is."

"What is it, then? Because it seems apparent that you're cheating!"

The smile was completely gone then. Anger filled his face, and, like when we met again, I was scared.

His cold hand flew across my face.