AN: HOLY SHIT GUYS I'M SO SORRY. School has been so freakin hard lately. I hope you stuck with meee. And thank you for the reviews they mean so much and I really like the criticism soo yes thanks(: I apologize for any mistakes I made in details and such but they're too late to change now DAMN. But honestly, thank you so much and I will be using that insight in any future fics3

Krissy rolled Quinn into the loft while Rachel held the door open.

"You guys didn't have to take me right away… I could have stayed a few days."

"Nonsense Quinn! It's my pleasure to have you here."

Quinn almost got whiplash from turning to face Rachel as fast as she could. "Wow. Someone has had a complete personality change from the last time we spoke a few hours ago."

The diva rolled her eyes and Quinn's stomach responded in the same way as it had before. "Well, Quinn, if you would like me to revert to being a total bitch to you, than by all means let me know."

The blonde chose to ignore the diva and for the first time, looked around at Rachel Berry's New York loft. Her eyes fell on the typical show bills and posters hanging in vintage black frames surrounding the main walls of the living room she was in. She craned her head to peer down the hallway and realized that there was only one bedroom in the house. "Rachel, there's only one room…"

"Yes, I plan on taking the couch and don't you dare try to argue with me. You are in no shape to be sleeping on anything but a bed. Now the doctors told me to give you fluids and lots of them…By the way, did you see where Krissy went?"

The blonde had zoned out during Rachel's speech but her attention snapped back when she heard the redhead's name. "No, I didn't… where the hell did she go? I hope I didn't piss her off."

The diva shrugged and decided that her manager had probably gone to call her girlfriend. Rachel began to roll Quinn into her kitchen to get glasses of water. She noticed the blonde's remorseful look and quickly said, "No, no Quinn, you mustn't worry. Your actions are totally acceptable, well given the circumstances and Krissy's very resilient."

"It's just that she was so nice to me…and she barely knows me and I feel bad. I just need my space you know?"

"Quinn you're preaching to the choir I completely understand as I was saying…" The diva stopped speaking as she saw Quinn's wandering eyes land on the bottle of rum she had yet to put away. Then the hazel eyes took in the impressive liquor cabinet next to the fridge. Then the questioning eyes met brown ones and Rachel swallowed audibly and began, "Quinn, it's not what it looks like, really."

"Wow Ms. 'Never had a drink in High School' Berry, I'm astonished!" The blonde smirked

"Yeah no, that girl guzzles alcohol like there's no tomorrow," The redhead made her appearance known by waltzing into the kitchen.

"Oh Krissy, how wonderful to have you back," Rachel seethed.

"You know you love me Ray Ray."

"Shut up ginger."

"Make me, bitch."

Quinn watched the pair from afar as they continued to bicker and her thoughts drifted to the night before. Things were different. Completely different. She should be sleeping in some random person's house or car, or even on the street. She should be scoping out cheap drugs, anything to get that high. She should NOT be in Rachel Berry's loft, listening to her argue with her friendly, blue eyed, manager. She should NOT be feeling happy when she had just gone through one of the worst time of her life. She felt completely conflicted. One minute, nothing could make her feel better. The next, Rachel's smile and voice made her almost forgot that she had been raped and almost killed, not to mention the shitty extras. She was feeling the former after she began to have a flashback, brought on by all the thinking, of being dragged away from the flashing lights. She remembered the feeling of being so damn helpless and vulnerable, unable to fight off her attacker. She felt herself begin to hyperventilate and let out a quiet sob. Her breathing began to falter and she felt her consciousness slipping away. She cried out for Rachel and Krissy before her vision disappeared completely.

Quinn woke up on what she assumed was Rachel's bed with the brunette sitting in an armchair next to the bed, reading glasses on, and watching the flat screen on mute on the far wall of the bedroom. Quinn let out a yawn and the pain hit her. Her head fucking HURT and so did her stomach and her…other area. She yelped in surprise and the diva immediately turned towards her.

"Oh Quinn! You're awake! I didn't want to leave you yet because I figured if you woke up you would want an explanation! You fainted, it was quite dramatic actually. I felt inspired. I hope you don't mind if I sent Krissy home, she's been working so hard lately and hasn't been able to see her girlfriend. Your stuck with me I guess."

Quinn arched an eyebrow, which set off like a million more pain signals to her brain, and she groaned.

"Quinn, what's wrong?"

"My head fucking hurts. My body hurts. Everything hurts."

"Oh! The doctor gave me some pain medication, let me get you some."

Quinn thought to herself, oh fuck yes I hope it's vicodin…

"Now, Quinn.." the diva entered the room and for the first time, Quinn noticed she was wearing ridiculously short blue shorts with a skin tight tank top which showed off every curve of the petite girl's body. The shorts left almost nothing to the imagination and gracefully exposed the tan, impossibly long legs. Quinn gulped and chastised herself for even having dirty thoughts about the girl, not that she hadn't been having them since sophomore year.

"Quinn…?" The blonde realized she hadn't listened to a word of what Rachel just said.

"Uhm…Y-yeah, sorry, what was that?"

"I was simply making sure you understand that these pills are not to be messed with. I don't know what has happened to you and I'm not going to force you to tell me right now but also know that while you're under my care, I will not let everything slide."

Quinn rolled her eyes, releasing another trigger of pain, and said "Yeah, yeah just give me the damn pills Rachel. Please."

Rachel handed Quinn the pills and a glass of water and watched as she the blonde swallowed them. "Quinn… I, I just wanted to say I'm so sorry for what's happened to you. And I'm sorry for treating you so badly in that given situation. You didn't need that. I just don't know how to react to the fact that you are in New York and somehow came in possession of my address. I am also still holding grudges against all those who tried to break me in high school, and you were at the top of the list," the diva took a deep breathe as she watched Quinn visibly tense, "Like I said, I'm not going to force you to tell me anything but I just have one question, just one."

Quinn looked up at the diva and nodded, indicating that it was okay to ask.

Rachel glanced around the room before finally settling her eyes on a picture frame of her first cast mates. "I was curious as to…how? How did you end up in New York? How did…?" The diva stopped herself, realizing she was asking more than one question and chanced a glance back at the blonde.

Quinn was surprisingly calm and that frightened Rachel. "Well, to answer that question, I have to answer a shit load of others…"

"I don't want to push you Quinn, I really don't, but I hate being left in the dark…"

Quinn was frustrated, why the hell was she pushing her then? "Rachel you don't understand...My life got really fucked up after you left. Like reallllly fucked up. I just don't want you judging me and making assumptions and it's just so unfair because everything turned out so fucking PERFECT for you…" the words escaped Quinn's mouth before she realized what she was saying. She knew it was a mistake as she watched the tiny brunette become angrier and angrier.

"Quinn, you are sorely FUCKING mistaken. My life is not perfect. Granted, I had a lucky breakthrough solely because I worked so hard to get to New York. I left my fathers when I was sixteen Quinn! Your right, I refused to have a drink in high school and now I drink to escape, no I don't have a drinking problem I just really need to escape myself sometimes. Lima did a fucking good job of making me hate who I am. I still have no real friends besides Krissy, who's basically paid to be a true friend. I can't even tell her, my best, and only, friend that my own mother didn't want me! Do you know how much that hurts? Do you know how much it tears me apart? Do you-"

"Yeah, I do Rach…" The blonde's voice sounded vulnerable, just as it had in the hospital and Rachel immediately felt remorse for yelling at her. "I know how much it hurts. But tell me this, do you know how much it hurts to have both of your parents kicking you out of the house? Do you know how much it hurts to have the one thing you were willing to hold on to, torn away involuntarily yet you can't help but blame yourself? Do you know how it feels be to be called 'worthless' by the people who are supposed to love you unconditionally? Do you know how it feels to be so helpless that you turn down a path you could never see yourself on? Do you-" The blonde let out a choked sob and began to shiver again.

Rachel was torn. Was she supposed to hold her or would Quinn shy away? She felt awful. She had no idea that Quinn was kicked out or why she was kicked out but she knew now that Quinn was fragile, and being raped had almost completely cracked her. Yet, the blonde had proven, time after time, that she was strong. To say Rachel was impressed that Quinn wasn't completely broken was an understatement. She decided that she was going to hold Quinn and by deciding that, she knew that she was also going to be the one that was going to try to fix Quinn Fabray, one step at a time. The diva wrapped her arms around the blonde, holding her tighter when she initially tensed in the brunette's arms. She knew it wasn't going to be easy, she wasn't naïve. In helping Quinn, she had to learn to be selfless, patient, responsible, and caring. Quinn began to relax into Rachel's hold, feeling the safest she had in awhile. Rachel knew it was going to be damn near impossible to protect and fix this broken girl, but when tear streaked hazel eyes turned to meet big, brown ones, Rachel knew that helping Quinn Fabray was going to be utterly and completely worth it.

So I know it's sort of short, don't hate me. Again, suggestions PLEASE AND THANK YOU. I love all of you who have reviewed and critiqued, your da bomb. Next chapter we will learn moreeee….