Authors Note: So this will be a Faberry story, mostly based on the cover Rachel Berry did, called "Run Joey Run". If you don't know what l am talking about, check it out before you read the story.

Trigger Warning: The story will contain homophobia, self harm, domestic violence and maybe some smut.

Disclaimer: l don't own any of the characters, only the plot of the story (kind of).

Faberry

Rachel's point of view.

I didn't really know why Quinn Fabray was so distant from the rest of the glee kids. I mean she was popular and all that, so she probably just didn't want to talk to the rest of us. I don't even know why she joined the Glee club in the first place. She was the Head Cheerio and in no need of any of this. Yet there she was, sitting right behind me not missing a single rehearsal. She didn't speak much, only drawing all the time at her notepad.

Every time I said something I turned to see if she agrees with me subconsciously. Despite her attitude, which by the way I don't like, I really respect her as a performer.

"We should practice more if we want to win Sectionals and then Nationals", l stated and immediately turn to see Quinn. It was like l was seeking for approval in those hazel eyes of hers but she ignored me and continued to draw like she was alone. The others just agreed with me like they always (kind of) do. I don't get it. If we want to win shouldn't we be a team? Well, we are a team but she is like an outsider. She offers her voice and dancing moves so it counts as a tribute, right? I think l will talk to her about that, although she doesn't seem to like me. l'll try either way.

When mister Schuester dismissed us, everyone in the classroom disappeared within seconds but she stayed at her chair still drawing. "Hey Quinn, what are you doing?", l said as sweet as I could despite the fact that I knew what she was doing, l wasn't really expecting an answer. "l am shaving. What do you think I do, manhands?", she said ironically. "l was just-", l started to say but she cut me off. "l am just drawing okay? What do you want?", she said and signed. "l just wanted to ask why you don't pay attention to anything we say here", l admitted. "l am not here to play with you losers, l just want to have a close eye on a certain someone", she said and then grabbed her bag and walked away. I stayed there, not moving, only watching her leave and observe the chair she was sitting for a brief moment. Then pure curiosity hit me. "l guess she means Finn Hudson. What was she drawing anyway?", l thought out loud. The next thing I knew l was running after her to ask.

"Quinn wait a second please", l said and stopped turning to face me. "What do you want this time, RuPaul?", she said, rolling her eyes. "l am a little bit curious. What were you drawing?", l said quickly. "Nothing that you should know about", she told me and walked away slowly. "Are you okay?", l shouted so she could hear me. I guess she didn't hear me because she didn't answer or she wasn't okay. Seriously though, if she was okay she would answer, wouldn't she? She wasn't that far anyway and you know my voice. I will talk to her again later.

Faberry

Quinn's point of view

I was sitting there, in the class, and drawing. I am not so interested in Glee Club. I only joined for coach Sylvester because I was assigned to be the spy with Santana and Brittany too. They really enjoyed Glee Club, although they won't admit it. For me it was just another class that would distract me from some things. So, Rachel came to speak to me when mister Schuester dismissed us. I didn't see her until she was in front of me. She asked me what was l doing and of course I moched her. She must think that I don't like her, which means I am doing my job correctly.

Rachel Berry, oh man, that girl is such a diva but I admire her. She has this amazing and powerful voice that makes me shiver every time I hear it. And those eyes and her perfect soft hair. I wish I could touch them. She thinks that I am not giving any attention to what is going on but l only watch from the corner of my eye whenever she is singing or dancing or both. I can't take my eyes off of her most of the time but of course I am not gonna admit it to anyone, not even to her. You see, as a Head Cheerio and president of the Celibacy club l can't be nothing other than straight. The truth is that as straight as l think l am Rachel Berry is the reason l joined this stupid little Glee club. As l told her I want to have a close eye on a certain someone. She was the certain someone but l guess she thought l was there for that clumsy quarterback, Finn Hudson.

All l wanted since l got transferred to this school was to fit in. Lucy Fabray was just a past, a bad joke. If I was going to fit in this school, I shouldn't be like Lucy was. I lost some weight and convinced my dad to let me have a nose job. Quinn Fabray was here to stay and Lucy didn't exist anymore.

As l got up to leave, my left ribs hurt so much, so l went away as fast as l could. The last thing I wanted was to give her a reason to ask about my well being. You know, l would run but it hurt so much. She caught up with me and I faced her. She asked me what I was drawing and l was yet again rude to her.

I am very good at hiding things from the others, like those bruises I have at my ribs and of course my feelings for Rachel. Things aren't very well at home since my father got fired. All it takes is one mistake and then it's like hell was broking loose but it's okay it's my fault.

As I was leaving she asked me if l was okay. I didn't answer, although I heard her. She wasn't that far away and l ignored her. This will make her suspicious but l will deal with it later. No one needs to know about this not even Rachel.

I checked my cellphone, l was getting late for the Cheerio practice and coach Sylvester wouldn't like that so l ran even though it hurt because l wanted to be there on time.

Faberry

Rachel's point of view

"l am really sure she heard me but why didn't she answer?", I thought as l was walking down the hallway. She has Cheerio practice in a bit, should l check on her to see if she is okay? Yeah, that's what I'm going to do. I didn't care if l would be there on time l was only going to watch. When I got there, right after I left my things at my locker I sat down. It seemed like they were warming up because they were running at the field. I was trying to find Quinn and when I spotted her I got a little bit worried. She was running very slow with her right hand covering her left ribs. "Something is wrong", l said to myself.

As soon as Quinn saw me she stopped covering her ribs and started to run faster. Well, that's weird or maybe I am overreacting because I love drama. I decided to stay until the end of the practice. I really enjoyed watching the Cheerios perform, they were flawless. After warming up l saw Sue Sylvester appearing. She started shouting to them to get there and Quinn got there last, running really slow. There it was again, that feeling of worry.

"Get your ass on the line Fabray, move", she shouted and Quinn hurried to do so. What a way to talk to your students! She is so rude. I don't like her at all and she has no right to talk that way to them, especially Quinn. Wait why especially Quinn?

They took positions and Sue Sylvester press the button for the music to start. The cheerleaders immediately started to do their routine. They must've done it at least a million times because once again they were flawless. My eyes were on Quinn, l just couldn't help it. Watching her dance like that in that skirt was totally on the list of my top three favorite things along with Barbara Streisand and Funny Girl. Now on second thoughts I like Quinn Fabray. How couldn't I? Those hazel eyes and that cute face of hers. If only her attitude was different l would totally ask her out.

Just a second was enough to destroy all their progress. As four girls were holding Quinn on the air she stiffened when she did her final pose and then fell. I immediately stand up and my eyes were wide open. It seemed like an eternity watching her falling before she hit the ground not fully though because the girls grabbed her without letting her fall completely. Sue Sylvester rushed to the spot. "Aaaaaah my knee", Quinn screamed. I felt so bad, l was just sitting there. What could I do? Although I wanted to run right next to her I couldn't. I decided to walk a bit closer to see how she was. "You clumsy little babies you think cheerleading is hard, try coaching students like you it's a thousand times harder. Hey you, take Fabray out of my field to see the nurse", Sue screamed at one of the girls. It only took me a couple of seconds to go to the nurse's office and then l saw her. God, she was so in pain l could see that in her hazel eyes. She looked me briefly before l offered to take her from the other girl.

"What do you want again Berry?", she said closing her eyes because of the pain. "You can give her to me and go back to your practice, nurse's office isn't too far away", l said to the other girl ignoring her question. She thanked me and gave me Quinn carefully and I was a bit confused why Quinn didn't say anything about that. She put her right arm on my right shoulder and I grabbed her by her waist but my arm went at her left ribs and she immediately pulled away. "Are you okay?", I asked again. "I am fine. Go away l don't want anyone to see us together, l will go to the nurse by myself", she said angry and then pushed me aside and walked slowly without touching her left leg at the ground. I did as l was told and left without saying anything else.

Faberry

Quinn's point of view

We were warming up when l saw Rachel sitting. I was running slowly with my right hand covering my ribs but as soon as l saw her I took my hand from that spot and speed up a bit. She was suspicious, that's why she came to watch me practice. I must show her that I am fine even though I am not. Coach Sylvester was shouting for us to gather at the line so we could start our routine. We were doing just fine and then at the end of the routine I screwed up. I was so in pain and I couldn't do my pose so l felt. Unfortunately the girls didn't catch me as they should be so l felt to the ground but thankfully not completely because they grabbed me. My knee crashed to the ground and I just screamed. I saw Rachel stand up with wide open eyes in a heartbeat. It hurt so much, my ribs and now my knee but I couldn't go to the nurse. I couldn't allow her to see me when I would stiffen while trying to sit so she could examine me.

One of the girls was walking me to the nurse when I saw Rachel waiting at the hallway. I asked her what she wanted and she ignored me, talking to the other girl as she offered to take me to the nurse so that the girl could go back to practice. At the beginning l kind of agreed, that's why l didn't say anything but when she put her hand at my waist touching my hurting ribs l pulled away. She asked me again if l was okay and I pretended to be angry so that I could avoid her walking me to the nurse. I pushed her aside and reassured her that l would go by myself. Of course I didn't go.

As I was walking away l couldn't touch my left foot to the ground because of the pain but somehow l managed to make it to my car. There was no way I could make it home though but l did it either way, pushing my pain limits. When I parked my car right outside of the house I walked slowly to the door. I stopped, taking a deep breath before entering. The moment I opened the door l heard my dad's voice, "Quinn come here now", he shouted angrily and l straighten up my back walking in to the kitchen like nothing had happened. "Hi dad", l said as calmly as I could. "Why did it take you so long to come home? Didn't I say that the moment you finish school you come home? You are an hour late", he said and got up from his chair coming dangerously close to me. "l am really sorry daddy, coach Sylvester wanted to talk to me", l lied. "She was talking to you for an hour? Really? I know you are lying young lady because coach Sue called to see how your knee was. Why are you lying to me?", he said crossing his hands in front of his chest. "l am so sorry daddy, l don't know why l lied", l told him. The truth is l knew why l lied, l didn't want him to know about my knee injury because he would think yet again that l was useless. Just a second after my answer he grabbed my bicep and pushed me to the table. It hurt like a bitch, then he told me to clean up the table. "l will do it right now daddy, l am sorry", I said without watching him. He left and l cleaned the table as he said.

When I finished with the table l went to my room. God, it took me fifteen minutes to get there. I was doing my homework when my phone rung. The number was unknown but l answered anyway. "Hello, who is this?", I asked and when l heard the voice from the other line l froze. "It's Rachel Berry. I just called to see if you went to the nurse, did you?", she asked with concern. "Oh, um, hey Rachel. Calm down and how did you get my number? And yes I went to the nurse and she said that it will be fine", l lied again. "Noah gave it to me. You know, I am a good actor because thankfully all the drama classes had paid off but it seems like you are better", she said and l could somehow sense her rolling her eyes. "What do you mean?", I asked. Damn she must know that I didn't went to the nurse. "I kind of followed you and you went straight to your car", she said. "What do you want Rachel? And what do you mean by 'l kind of followed you'?", I said trying to avoid what she said. "I just want to know if you are okay", she said almost whispering. "l'll be fine, okay? Now, if you'll excuse me I need to go finish my homework", l said. "But Quinn wait-", she tried to say but l hung up. After almost two hours of studying l went to bed to rest before the dinner.

Faberry

Rachel's point of view

Soooo, as Quinn was walking down the hallway l followed her. I just wanted to make sure that she was okay. Instead of going to the nurse Quinn went to her car and left the school. When I got home I went straight to my room. "Why did Quinn left without going to the nurse as Sue Sylvester said?", l said to myself while I was looking for my cellphone. When l found it I thought to text Quinn but then l realized that I didn't have her number. So I called the one person l knew would have it."Hello Noah. This is Rachel", I said waiting for him to respond. "Hey Rachel, what's up?", he said. "l am sure you have Quinn's phone number and l want it". Thankfully he gave it to me without asking me why I wanted it. After that I called Quinn, we didn't speak much though, she hung up exclaiming she was okay. She called me Rachel, wow, she never calls me that. I mean yeah that's my name but she calls me by the nicknames she had thought. Her voice was so soft that I couldn't even argue with her about not going to the nurse. When l tried, she excused herself and hung up. I still worry but l think l am pressuring her. The best thing l can do is to wait for her to talk to me, despite the fact that I worry. Honestly l don't really know why l worry so much but no one seems to care about her. Anyways, l will talk to her tomorrow.

Faberry

Author's note: This is my first story. Sorry about my grammar mistakes.