Rachel sighed as she pulled her keys from the ignition and threw them in her bag before climbing out of her car. Rachel had broken up with three weeks ago, because she realized they just didn't fit. She loved him with all her heart and he would always be her first love, but they just didn't work, they never did she always ended up being burned and Finn never seemed to really be sorry. She stood in front of his door shifting from foot to foot, she had only come because he had begged her to come see him so they could talk. Even with glee Rachel had done her best to avoid him. She was honestly worried he would actually convince her to come back to him and she couldn't go back there again. "15 minutes," she thought to herself, "15 minutes and then you will head to the party." Santana was throwing a party and invited the entire cast of West Side Story, over the long hours of rehearsal and after losing Kurt, Finn, and Mercedes in a span of a week she needed a friend and Santana had stepped up. She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

Rachel looked at her watch impatiently as Finn continued to ramble on, she had given him 20 minutes. She had given him 5 more minutes than she had resolved to and she was done, "Listen Finn I love you I really do, but we don't work together, you don't want me you want what you think you can make me into and I am done with that. I don't know if you WANT to hurt me, but you do, more than you will ever understand. I am who I am. I may be annoying and loud and pushy, but that is who I will always be and I don't need to be changed. I am fine the way I am and I deserve someone who thinks the same. So I am going to go now, the cast is expecting me at Santana's party. I hope we can still be friends Finn." She stood and headed to the door trying to leave, but was yanked back against Finn who had stood and gripped her wrist harshly. Rachel tried to pull away from him, but she was no match for his strength and he pulled her hard against his chest. "You think I am going to give up just like that. I have gotten absolutely nothing from you, but headaches and drama! I wasted so much time comforting you and helping you and now you are going to run off to New York and get your happily ever after? Fuck that!" Finn shouted pushing her back on the couch. She screamed and yelled no and stop, but he didn't stop. She screamed and yelled and begged for someone to help her. But no one did.

Finn climbed off of her and made his way to the bathroom without giving her a second glance. The second Rachel heard the door click closed she grabbed the shreds of her clothes and purse and made a mad dash for the door. She yanked it open as she rifled through her purse and pulled her keys out forcing them into the door first and then the ignition. She had just pulled away when she saw Finn glaring at her from his door before slamming it shut. "What if he follows me? What can I do? Where do I go? He knows where the party is! I can't go home!" Rachel burst into tears and knew she couldn't keep driving, she could hardly see. She pulled over into an alley, locked the doors and turned out her lights before reaching into her bag. She pulled out her phone and clicked his picture; he was the only one she could think of that would protect her. The phone rang three times and the sobs began to slow ad she prayed for him to answer.

"What's up Rach? Everyone here is waiting for you; we can hardly start the party without our star. Where are you at?"

The second she heard his voice she broke down again barely getting a formed syllable out as her chest was wracked with painful gasps for air.

"Rachel baby what's wrong? Fucking talk to me! I can't fucking understand you through the hysterics!"

"He…he…h…he ra…rap…raped me Noah." She forced herself to say and she heard the phone fall to the floor with a thud. "N Noah?" she whispered, and then she heard his voice. Only this time it was mixed with Santana's and it wasn't aimed towards her it was directed towards the guests.

"OKAY HERE'S WHATS GONNA FUCKING HAPPEN, BLAINE CALL KURT AND MERCEDES AND TELL THEM TO GET THEIR DIVA ASSES OVER HERE, NO EXCUSES! NOW! EVERYONE ELSE GET THE FUCK OUT IF YOU WANNA LEAVE WITHOUT BEING CARRIED OUT IN A FUCKING BODY BAG."

Rachel heard people grumbling and moving before she heard Noah's voice, "Baby where are you I am gonna come get you and we are gonna come back here. I will keep you safe, I know that is why you called me. Santana wants to help too, she is worried, and since we are here anyway it's for the best."

"I I am at t…the alley…the one behind the 7/11," Rachel forced herself to say as she tried to cover herself as best she could with the torn clothes and then gave up. "I am on my way B. Don't fucking move unless you absolutely have to and if you do CALL ME first."

"N noah?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Can…can you get some clothes from Santana? Mine are…" Her voice trailed off and she heard Puck growl into the phone and mumble something to Santana. "Yeah B I got you I will be there soon."

15 minutes later Rachel jumped awake and shrieked in fear when she felt arms wrapping around her waist. Noah let go for a second before shouting, "It's me Rachel it's me. You are safe I am here. It's just me you must have fallen asleep." Rachel looked up at him and whispered his name once before collapsing against him.