Rachel has a hard time dealing with... life, this is my first story, so please dont be mean, its not that great. may turn into faberry romance, but idk yet. so please review :)

Warning: deals with not that violent rape and abuse

disclaimer: yes i own Glee, just like I own Mars and how the martians think im their queen :)

Quinn's POV

Something's up with Berry. Not that I would normally notice, but she doesn't have that usually sparkle in her eyes. I don't know why I'm thinking about this, I mean its not like I care… Okay maybe that's not completely true, I mean I shouldn't care. We're talking about a girl I've sent jocks to slushy 3-4 times a week for years, I shouldn't just magically begin to care because something's got her down, right? I quickly pushed these thoughts to the back of my head as I hurried off to my next class. I didn't have any more thoughts about Berry for the rest of the day. Until I had to go to Glee. That's when I noticed how bad of shape she was really in.

I knew something was wrong when she showed up to Glee 10 minutes late. And when she finally DID show up, she silently walked to her seat and sat down. No long, boring rant on how sorry she was about being late. She didn't even look up at anyone as she entered the room and rushed to her seat. What surprised me the most was she wasn't wearing one of her normal disgustingly cute animal sweaters with her short skirt and knee-highs. She wore a normal hoodie, with jeans. Okay, something was seriously up here. No one besides me even seemed to notice the changes in the diva. Until I heard Brittany whisper in my ear.

"Hey Q, why is Rachel acting so weird"

"I don't know B, why don't you ask Santana" I said glaring at the Latina. "One of her little pranks probably went to far."

"Watch it Fabray" Santana huffed "I haven't touched the little brat in weeks."

"Okay everyone, who wants to present their assignment first?" Mr. Schue said as he walked into the classroom 15 minutes late. Typical. "No one?" Mr. Schue looked surprised Rachel didn't instantly volunteer. "Okay then, Rachel, why don't you go first?"

"I…I'm sorry Mr. Schuester, I don't have a song" Rachel said in a low mumble that everyone had to strain to hear.

Okay, now everyone knew something was wrong with Rachel. The whole group gaped at her with shocked expressions on their faces. Santana, Brittany, and Quinn all exchanged glances.

"Uh, Rachel?" Mr. Schue asked, genuinely concerned now. "Are you okay? Are you sick?"

"N-no" Rachel stuttered "I'm just tired. I'm fine" She involuntarily tugged at the sleeves of her hoodie when she faintly mumbled the last two words. No one noticed. But me.

"Okay… If you're sure" he said still looking worried "but if you're not feeling well, you can leave early"

"Thanks, but I'm okay" said the brunette, putting on a small smile. Obviously fake.

Throughout the rest of glee, Rachel lacked the enthusiasm that she usually had when she sang. If she sang. Even I noticed how she would just sit there and stare at nothing half the time.

Halfway through Glee, Rachel got up and excused herself to the bathroom. When she still hasn't come back 10 minutes later, I started to worry. And apparently so did Brittany.

"Quinn, how come Rachel's been gone so long? I don't think it takes this long to pee." Brittany said, concern written all over her face.

"I don't know Britt, but if she's not back in 5 minutes, how bout we go out and look for her. Okay?"

"Okay." The tall blonde turned to Santana. "Hey San, will you come with us? Please?"

Santana huffed. "Fine" She knew better than anyone to not try to argue with Brittany's puppy dog eyes.

"Thank you Santana!" Brittany squealed as she pulled her into a hug.

Five minutes later and still no sign of Rachel. I got up and motioned for the other to girls to follow and we walked out of the classroom. We headed to the nearest bathroom, but when I tried to open the door, it was locked. Starting to get worried, I turned around to look at Brittany and Santana. Brittany looked very concerned, and I could've sworn I saw a flash of worry in Santana's eyes.

"Santana?" I asked, "Does Coach Sylvester keep a pair of keys in…" Santana took off towards coach's office before I could even finish my sentence. 45 seconds later, Santana stood in front of me panting, handing me the keys.

"Never… speak… of… this… to… anyone… ever…" she managed to get out between pants.

I quickly fumbled with the keys, trying to find the right one. Finally, one fit, and I heard the faint click as the door unlocked. Gently, I pushed open the door to the girl's bathroom. Immediately, I heard quiet sobs and saw Rachel crying over the sink. I rushed over to Rachel's side, followed by Brittany, followed by a reluctant Santana. Rachel hadn't noticed that we had entered the bathroom and were now surrounding her.

"Rachel…" I said quietly. We must've really startled her because she pretty much jumped out of her skin when I said her name. She turned around to look at us, and I gasped when I saw her face. When she noticed that we had all seen her face, she ran to the corner covering her face and breathing heavily. But it was too late. We'd all seen the huge fist shaped purple bruise under her left eye and how her right eye was black. We'd also seen the concealer. Dripping down her face and onto her hoodie. "Rachel" I whispered softly "who did this to you?"

Rachel's body was tensed and her breathing was ragged, but after a couple seconds, she broke down, collapsing on the floor, sobs racking her tiny body.

Brittany softly knelt down onto the floor, cradling Rachel's head in her lap, whispering gentle reassuring words to the brunette.

Rage seemed to have consumed Santana. She would never admit it, but shed always had a soft spot for the diva, and seeing her hurt like this hurt her. "Whoever the motherfucker is that did this to you isn't going to be able to see straight after I'm done with him" Santana growled through clenched teeth.

"Rachel" I said softly kneeling down next to her, "I'm going to take you over to my house now, okay?

"But what about Glee?" she choked out between sobs.

"Berry, we're not going to let you go back to Glee like this." Santana's words weren't as gentle as mine and Brittany's were but the lacked the threatening edge that she usually used on Rachel.

Rachel knew she couldn't argue with Santana especially in this state, so she just nodded here head at me as Brittany softly picked her up and carried her to my car. "Santana" the Latina stopped to look at me. "Will you tell Mr. Schue that we're leaving early with Rachel?" Santana nodded and rushed down the hall to the choir room.

Five minutes later everybody was in my car. "Hey, Santana" I said. "What did Mr. Schue say when you told him we were leaving?"

"H asked what was wrong, and why we were going to leave"

"And you said…"

Santana rolled her eyes "And I said that Rachel threw up and we needed to take her home." Rachel looked at Santana in horror for saying such a thing. Santana sighed with annoyance "Chill Berry, I figured it was better than saying 'We found Rachel in the bathroom crying over the sink with a black eye and a bruised face, and then she collapsed onto the floor'" Santana smirked. Rachel was still glaring at Santana, but not as hard as before.

I pulled into the driveway of my house and thanked God that neither of my parents was home. It would be a nightmare trying to explain all of this to them. We climbed the stairs up to my room and Brittany sat Rachel on the bed. As soon as everyone was settled I turned to Rachel. "Rachel" I said in a gentle tone "we're going to need you to take your sweatshirt off." Rachel whimpered and clung to her sleeves tightly.

"Berry, I'm going to give you two choices." Santana cut in "either you take off your sweatshirt, or I'll force it off of you." Rachel glared at Santana and slowly took it off. When I got a clear view of Rachel's arms, my eyes shot open and I stopped breathing for a moment. Behind me, I heard Brittany and Santana gasp; Rachel's arms were covered in bruises. As the bruises got closer to her wrists, the got darker and closer together. On both her wrists was a clear handprint where someone had grabbed her.

"Santana" I whispered hoarsely as I saw Rachel's lip tremble and her eyes become watery as she stared at the floor. "Go into my bathroom and get me a wet washcloth" as I said this her head shot up and she looked at me in horror.

"No" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please don't. Look, I'll just go home and stop being such a bother to all of you" as she stood up, Santana stood in front of her.

"If you don't sit your ass down on the bed in the next three seconds, I swear to God I will tie your arms to the bedpost" at this, Rachel reluctantly sat back down. Santana ran into the bathroom and came back with a washcloth. I took it and sat on the bed next to Rachel. I gently swiped the cloth over her face, trying not to hurt her as more and more bruises came into sight. "Ay dios mio, Rachel what has he done to you." Santana's face softened considerably as she took in Rachel's bruise covered face.

I was still in shock from seeing Rachel's face, how much damage had he done to her. Then it struck me, dear God I hoped I was wrong "Rachel" my voice wavering "Take off the rest of your clothes."

She looked at me with pain in her eyes "But… but… Quinn" she started.

"Now, Rachel" I tried to make my voice sound strong, even though I knew it would be impossible. Tears were silently streaming down Rachel's face as she took off her shirt and jeans, showing more and more purple, yellow, and green markings, mixed in with cuts all over her stomach, legs, and back. I felt Brittany grab onto my hand as she saw the extent of Rachel's damage. "Brittany, Santana, I need you guys to leave for a minute"

"Quinn, we are not leaving have you-"

"SANTANA! Out! Now!" my voice had an edge on it that I had meant to use.

The Latina reluctantly led Brittany out of the room. When they had gone, I turned to Rachel "Rachel, I don't want to make you do this" Quinn took a deep breath "take off your bra." Rachel stared at her wide-eyed, with obvious terror in her eyes.

"I c-can't." she stuttered.

"Rachel, if you do not take it off right now, I swear I will get Santana in here and make her do it" I said, edgier than I hoped to. Tears were streaming down Rachel's face again as she took off her bra and let it fall to the floor. Bruises darker than anywhere else she had seen on her body were on here breasts. My worst nightmare had just come true. I stood up and walked over to Rachel and sat down next to her "Rachel look at me" I said gently. She tore here stare away from the carpet and looked into my eyes. "Did he rape you?" Rachel's whole body started trembling as sobs overtook her. I put an arm around her back and pulled her in to a hug "It's okay, everything's going to be okay, I've got you" I whispered into her ear as I rubbed small circles in her back.

sorry about the short chapter, next one will be longer, promise.

ok here are some questions:

1. who shoul the raper be?

2. should rachel be pregnant?

3. do you wanna see a really soft side of santana?

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