A/N: This is Part Two to I can't be yours. So don't read this unless you've read I can't be yours. Also remember readers, this starts out with Rachel's side of those three days left of spring break.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee but if a genie gave me three wishes you know what I'd wish for.

Pairing: Rachel/Quinn Got to love Faberry!

Rating: M for certain situations…dun dun DUN!

It's over…isn't it?

Rachel's POV

It's been a day since Quinn left. God I miss her already. I looked over to see Quinn's room empty, a sad thing. Lying in my bed I looked over to my nightstand where a framed picture of us from Wicked stood. I can't believe that I'm getting way ahead of myself. I need to tell Jesse that we're through. That should be easy. Especially when I saw the pic that Quinn sent me on her phone the other day. In the pic was Jesse with his smug grin with a girl in one arm and a beer in the other, with many other sluts around him. I still can't believe that he would do this to me. After all we've been through but this is good. This way I can dump him and be in a fully committed relationship with Quinn.

God that sounds fantastic, being in a legit relationship with her. And with her baby girl coming, we'd make the best parents. Yes I am scared that I'm jumping into things, but I'm really excited to be a mommy with Quinn. Well Diva mommy to be precise. Alright here goes nothing.

I picked up my cell and texted Jesse.

We're through Jesse.

What? WHY?

We just don't belong. It's not working out.

You know Rachel; I think you're just being really stupid right now.

I know you weren't in California JESSE. So seriously, we're done.

Then he didn't text back. Hopefully he will just accept the fact that it's over. Obviously he's mad at me, but what can I do? I love Quinn and he loves being drunk in Mexico.

About an hour later there was a knock on my door.

"You've got a visitor." My dad said.

"Thanks daddy!" I said excitedly hoping it was Quinn.

It was Jesse who walked into my room and shut my door.

I wish it was Quinn instead, I sort of pouted.

"What do you want Jesse?" I asked I didn't even know he was back already.

"You Rach."

"Don't call me that anymore. We're through Jesse. It just isn't working out."

Standing by the door he turned around and locked it. I gulped. What could possibly happen now?

In an instant he had me up against the wall. One hand around my throat the other up against the wall. Holy shit.

"How did you know that I was in Mexico?" He said pretty calmly.

I tried to clear my throat from not panicking and said "I didn't know you were in Mexico until you just told me now. All I knew was that you weren't in California."

Thank god I could come up with something off the top of my head. Maybe I should teach improv classes.

He tightened the grip and it became really hard to breath. I grabbed his hand that was choking me with both of my hands trying to loosen the grip.

"Who told you?" he asked.

I didn't say a word, too afraid of what was actually happening in the safety of my own home.

He slammed me up against the wall and then threw me onto my bed. Immediately he grabbed my phone on my nightstand and saw the picture of Quinn and I. I lay on the bed coughing and holding my throat.

"Well I see you had fun when I was gone." He said and chuckled weirdly.

Then I could tell he found the pic.

"So how did Quinn get the picture?"

I looked down.

He jumped on top of me on the bed and grabbed my breasts. "You will tell me how she got that picture Rachel. I know she was with you for awhile so obviously she didn't take it."

I looked into his malicious cold eyes and could tell that if I didn't tell the truth, I would be in serious trouble. He was already grabbing my boobs...he could do worse.

"It was Finn."

Jesse grinned "See that wasn't hard. Now let's see if you can answer the next question. How did he get the picture?"

"He took it." I gulped. "He was in Mexico with Puck and you were at the same resort."

Then I saw him panic. I guess he didn't realize how many people could have actually seen him there in Mexico.

"Who else knows about this?" He demanded.

"No one else, I swear!" almost letting a tear out.

Then my phone went off. Jesse looked at it and said "It's Quinn, just forget her. And whatever you do, DO NOT RESPOND TO HER AT ALL!"

"Why not? She's going to be worried that I'm not answering her."

"Because I already have a plan in store for her." he smirked.

"Jesse you can't hurt her! She's pregnant!"

I immediately went into panic mode, he can't hurt my girl! I won't even let him lay a finger on her.

"Oh Rachel you've got so much to learn darling!" he said sort of in sing song, which really creeped me out.

"What are you talking about?"

"I won't be the one to hurt her, you will."

That's when I started to shake. Oh god what have I gotten myself into?

He kissed my forehead and got off of me.

"We have much in store for us Rach. I'll see you here tomorrow, 8 o'clock on the dot."

Jesse unlocked the door and left. I looked at my phone, he deleted the picture.

I started to cry, I wish Quinn was here with me. I really want to hear her beautiful voice.

As the night fell I lay in bed in the fetal position, I can't believe I have to see that man again tomorrow. I can't believe he violated me in my own home.

Saturday morning I woke up at 6 sharp and went down to start the coffee for my dads. There was a note on the kitchen table. Oh my god I totally forgot that today started their little vacation weekend. They went up to their cottage in Michigan. SHIT. This means that I'm left alone until tomorrow night with Jesse.

That's when I realized…I wasn't safe.

A/N: This chapter is a bit short but I just wanted to start things off a bit slow.

What did you think? What will happen to Rachel during the two days alone with Jesse?

I'm still not fully sure of what's going to happen next, so if you have ideas let me know!