A/N – This fic contains some really dark content and is definitely the most angst-ridding thing I have ever written. Not so sure where it all came from, I basically wanted to play around with the power-control issues surrounding Quinn and Santana's downward spiral, then this came along. The first few parts will be Quintana based but PezBerry is endgame.

Please forgive me for any issues with tenses, I don't normally write in present tense I literally started writing and this is how it turned out. Any constructive criticism is welcome. The whole story is written and ready to go so expect pretty frequent updates.

In terms of time-line; set post-Sexy however there is no Samtana (shudder) and Kurt is back at McKinley.

WARNING: Story deals with issues of rape, dub-con, abuse and mentions of self-harm in later chapters.

Chapter One

Santana sighs as she slams her locker room shut, the sound of the metal echoing angrily around her. Today has not been a good day. First, Brittany blows her off to hang out with Artie then Puck ignores her offer to go back to his in favour of helping Rachel with some glee assignment and then to top it all off Coach Sylvester is adamant that Quinn and the Latina stay behind after everyone has left to try and find a way to involve three confetti cannons in one four-minute routine. It has pretty much been a wasted afternoon all-round and the only thing Santana wants to do is shower and get home as quickly as possible so she can wallow in her self-pity with a mountain of chocolate.

Ridding herself of her trademark uniform the Latina grabs her towel and wraps it around her body, she has never been shy about her body and the sound of someone coughing behind her is the first time she even considers that she isn't alone. It doesn't bother her though, having spent so much time as a cheerleader it is second nature to be in the locker room in nothing but a towel.

Turning around Santana can't contain the look of displeasure that passes over her features as she sees Quinn parade up to her. The blonde has been more than her usual bitchy-self lately and Santana is really not in the mood to deal with one of the blondes rants. It seems as though Quinn has been going out of her way to make up for her absence from the squad last year by being twice the bitch she had ever been. She had stolen the position of head cheerleader back, and the respect of the squad with it, Brittany seemed to be glued to the other blonde's side as well. And every time Quinn and Santana crossed paths the blonde had some snide remark to make, these were increasingly personal to the point that the Latina was worried Quinn had somehow manipulated Brittany into divulging some of her secrets.

"What do you want Fabray?" Santana barks wearily as she eyes the blonde opposite her, trying to figure out exactly what the head cheerleader is planning this time.

Clad only in a towel Quinn smirks "Try and keep your eyes on my face Lopez"

Santana glares in the blonde's direction, before spinning on her heel and marching past the other girl. She doesn't make it far when she feels Quinn reach out and grab her upper arm stopping her in her tracks.

"What the fuck?"

Santana doesn't register the look of anger that flashes across the blondes face but she does feel the jolt of pain that flashes through her body as she is thrown against the wall. Blinking in shock the brunette finds her mind blank as she watches Quinn approach her. Sure they have fought before but something about the way the other girl is looking at her makes Santana recoil.

"I see the way you look at me" Quinn drawls as she gets closer, like an animal stalking her prey "You think it's discreet, all the looks and glances when I'm trying to change? Because it's not"

Santana shakes her head but finds her argument cut off when Quinn unwraps the towel she has around her and lets it drop to the floor. The Latina tries to avert her gaze but as she is pinned against the wall it is hard to ignore the blonde who is now pushing up against her.

"Quinn, I don't-"

Santana is cut off abruptly when Quinn slams their lips together, the aggression causing the brunettes head to ricochet off the tiles. She knows she should stop it, but everything happens so fast Santana doesn't have any time to think and soon finds herself kissing the blonde back. It isn't until she feels Quinn's skin pressing against her own that she realises the blonde has ripped her towel away too. Santana relishes the contact, it has been too long since anyone has hugged her or held her hand, let along gone this far.

As Quinn's hands wander over her figure Santana suddenly comes to her senses, and even as her body is replying to the blondes touch she manages to wrestle their lips apart "Quinn, wait…what are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm doing what you want. I see how you look at me"

Santana frowns as Quinn pushes up against her, harder this time, grinding her back into the wall and causing the Latina to let out a grunt of pain. This only seems to urge the blonde on and Santana feels her breath catch in her chest as a hand forces its way between their bodies and reaches down.

"Quinn, stop…" Santana gasps, trying to focus on reason but quickly distracted by the way the blondes hand seems to snake between her thighs and cup her core.

The blonde does pause slightly but only to pull back and smirk, "You want this"

Santana wants to shake her head, gasping as she feels Quinn run a finger through her folds "No, we shouldn't…"

Quinn laughs as she adds a second finger and begins toying with the other girls clit "Then why are you so wet?"

The Latina opens her mouth to reply but her brain is halted by her body's betrayal. She can feel her heart hammering in her chest as Quinn continues her teasing.

"Exactly" Quinn grunts as she bends down to take one of Santana's nipples in her mouth, enjoying the yelp of pain that comes as she bites down.

Santana bucks under the weight of the blonde, she can feel her breath quickening as Quinn seems to seek out her weak points and urge her body to obey. She whimpers as the blonde moves up her body and latches onto her neck, her mouth close to the brunette's ear she chuckles "I knew it was true"

"What?"

"You're a fucking dyke" Quinn barks angrily as her fingers stop their teasing and move lower, hovering above the Latina's entrance. She doesn't have time to recover from the shock before the blonde pushes her way inside, a cry coming from the girl beneath her "Shut up"

Santana shakes as the blonde works her fingers in and out, setting a punishing rhythm, she tries to say something but her words are lost among the grunts and groans as Quinn curls her fingers finding the brunettes sweet spot.

"You like that don't you" the blonde mutters as she adds a third finger, stretching the other cheerleader who gasps.

Staying silent Santana closes her eyes, trying to ignore the way Quinn has her pinned painfully against the wall as she manipulates her. She knows it's wrong, but her body follows along as though she has no control of her own, with every thrust her hips buck, her clit desperate for friction and her body desperate for release.

She can feel her orgasm beginning to build and it seems Quinn can too as the blonde bites hard on the Latina's shoulder her teeth digging deep and drawing blood. Santana yelps in pain only to feel the swift slap of Quinn's hand as she pulls back. As her head snaps to the left the brunette sobs, the pressure inside building more as Quinn pushes her thumb hard against her clit.

The murmur of words recited under Quinn's breath becomes louder the closer Santana rushes to edge, a stream of insults running together getting louder with each thrust. Words like whore, fag, freak surrounded the Latina and she battles to stay in control of her body.

But it is little use as she feels a familiar sensation building in her stomach, running to the tips of her toes as her body twitches and clenches, with a few more thrusts Santana comes hard, a strangled cry ripped from her throat as the blonde continues to push working every drop of the orgasm from her. The Latina feels her face burn with shame as the blonde withdraws her hands, a rush of wetness flooding her thighs.

Quinn pushes herself off the brunette a sneer on her face as she eyes up the Latina's flushed body, Santana keeps her eyes fixed in the distance hoping if she remains quiet then the blonde will take her victory and leave. But it is not to be.

Instead Santana feels the back of Quinn's hand strike her again "Look at me"

Santana turns her face, unable to meet Quinn's eyes she focuses on her mouth praying the cheerleader will finish her game quickly.

"Get on your knees" Quinn barks as she reaches out and grabs the Latina's hair, pushing down and forcing her to the floor.

Santana can feel the tears stinging her eyes as she kneels on the cold floor, her face forced between Quinn's legs. The blonde doesn't say anything else, instead she digs her nails into Santana's scalp, scratching and clawing as she makes it clear what she wants. Even as the pain sears across her head Santana stays quiet, leaning forward she runs her tongue along Quinn's slit shivering when she feels the other girl groan above her.

Quinn jerks as Santana pushes her tongue inside, settling quickly on her clit determined to get her off as quickly as possible. Gaining a rhythm the Latina knows it wouldn't be long before the blonde comes, and hearing the cheerleader demand the use of fingers Santana obeys and slides two digits inside of her friend. She is gentle with her thrusts, not wanting to anger the other girl as she licks and sucks until Quinn begins to clench around her fingers. It isn't much longer before she feels the blonde tremble, her inner walls convulsing around Santana's fingers as she comes hard. Santana continues until she feels the girl relax, her body spent she pushes the Latina away causing her to fall back onto the floor splayed beneath the blonde.

Risking a look up Santana sees the blonde clench her jaw, anger flashes across her features as she stares down. She sees the first kick coming but is too slow to stop it, the cold of the floor seeping into her body and weakening her. Quinn rains down kicks and punches, a blur of hatred and disgust as she batters the Latina's frame.

It is over in minutes but Santana stays down, her body trembling as Quinn bends down to look at her curling into a ball.

"Santana" the blonde whispers, reaching out to tuck her dark hair behind her ear.

"Please, stop" the Latina sobs, flinching when the blonde yanks her hand back.

She watches for the next blow but it never comes, instead she hears the sound of footsteps padding away against the tile as the blonde leaves the Latina to pick herself up and scramble home.