Hey everyone! So, as I promised, here's the new story. But, I'm warning you; this is NOT age-play and deals with dark subjects, like child abuse and rape of a minor. So if you don't like it, DON'T READ IT. If you read it, it is your responsibility, I'm warned you.

This story is so different than everything I tried; Quinn and Puck are adults, married and can't have anymore kids because of some complications on Beth's birth. Santana is a teenager from a very abusive home and ends up by being taking away and finds a new family with Puck and Quinn. The others Glee characters will come around at some point; some adults like Quick and some still at Mckinley with Santana.

So... Yeah, hope you enjoy it and follow and review.

And, once again, thank you so much Perhaps Glee. You're amazing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

WARNING: EXPLICIT CHILD ABUSE AND RAPE

"Ple-please... Don-don't." The small brunette sobbed as quietly as she could; making loud sounds was a huge mistake; It wasn't allowed and doing something that's not allowed meant being punished; being punished meant more pain and she doesn't think that her body could take any more pain. "P-please... Sto-op."

"Shut up." She heard the punch before she could feel it. When she did, she thought she was going to pass out with the pain burning in her stomach. She held back a scream of pain; no matter what, screaming is not allowed.

He leaned down, his body resting heavily on top of her, his alcohol breath on her face. She tried desperately to look away, pretending be somewhere else, anywhere else. Wrong move.

"Look at me, you little piece of shit."

Her body was shaking madly, tears streaming down her face while she forced her body to do what he said and look back to him. She wanted to throw up; Wasn't this man supposed to love and take care of her? Is love supposed to hurt that much?

"That's right, good girl." He growled on her ear, the hand that wasn't holding her hands over her head were starting to run down her body making her shiver. His hand found its way between her legs and she gasped.

"N-no... P-ple-plea-se don-don't..." She cried out as quietly as she could, her body trying to break free even as she knew that she couldn't and trying to get away from him wasn't allowed. He'd punish her. He'd hurt her.

"Don't be a bad girl, that's the only thing you're worth for, so don't make it any more difficult." His hand grabbed the button of her jeans and unbuttoned it, making the small girl lose her breath; In one move he pulled her pants and panties down with a sick smile on his face while running his fingers on her core, her body shaking madly as she desperately tried to get away from him;

His hands;

His touch;

His breath;

His voice;

His body.

"Plea-se do-on-on't.. Ple-as-se." She cried out as he took his hand off of her. She felt relieved for one second before the sound of a zipper being pulled down made the panic take control of her: She no longer cared about the punishment as she cried out and tried to get away from him.

"Shhhh, it's okay." He whispered on her ear as he positioned himself on her entrance. "Show papi you love him, Santanita."

She closed her eyes as a terrified scream ran out from her mouth.

...

Noah Puckerman wasn't surprised when he woke up in a empty bed. At least, not today.

Her 16th birthday.

He sighed as he got up from the bed, walking to the bathroom he shared with his wife to wash away the sleep from his eyes. He turned on the tap on the cold water and splashed some on his face, looking to his reflection in the mirror and wincing at the image that stared back at him. He was wearing nothing but his sweatpants, his hair was completely messy and he had deep dark circles under his eyes.

"You look like shit, Puckerman." He told himself before turning the water off and wiping his face with a towel.

Taking a deep breath he exited the bathroom to face the day. It was going to be a rough day and he knew it. Like every year at this date.

Entering the living room he soon found a clump of blonde hair on the top of the sofa. His beloved wife, girlfriend since high school and best friends since ever, was curled on a ball, her knees on her chest and her head leaned on it. She was still wearing her sleep shirt and sweatpants, sniffling quietly, looking at nowhere specifically. Not wanting to disturb her, Puck walked as quietly as he could and sat down next to her. She looked up to him with tired hazel eyes and he smiled sadly to her.

"Hey babe." He whispered, putting an arm around her shoulders.

"Hi." She whispered back, tiredness showing on her voice letting him know that she hadn't sleept at all as she rested her head on his shoulder. He sighed and started to run his hand on her hair.

They stood there in silence for a few moments, leaning on each other as their minds raced to the same memories that made this day so much more painful. He understood her pain. She understood his pain. He understood her will to turn back time and make everything different. She understood the guilt he felt.

"You regret doing it?" She asked the same question she asked every single year, her voice shaking by the tears. He took a deep breath and kissed her temple.

"We did what we had to do, honey. We were too young and we just made what was better for her." He replied the same answer he answered every single year. After that, silence until she sniffled again.

"Maybe we could have made it, you know, if we had tried..." She spoke so low that Puck had to strain to hear. He closed his eyes, trying to hold back his own tears.

"You know we couldn't, Quinn... You know we did the best we could." He whispered to her and she started to sob, grabbing a hold of his shirt for dear life.

"I... I just miss her so much, Puck... So damn much... Every single day... E-every single day and... And..."

"Shh, I know, babe, I know..." He held his wife tightly blinking desperately not to let the tears escape. "I miss her too, but we did the best for her..."

"What if she thinks that we didn't wanted her? What if she thinks that we left her because we didn't love her? What if..."

"You know she doesn't." Puck cut her off, grabbing her chin with his fingers and making her look at him. "You know Shelby would never let her think that way, babe, you know that. She has been in your place before, remember?"

"Ye-yeah... I just... I feel so bad, Puck... She was our little girl and we gave up on her and... And I can never give you another." After that, Quinn truly broke down in sobs. She couldn't look into her husband eyes anymore.

"We already had that conversation so many times before, Q." He forced her to look back at him. It broke his heart how broken his wife looked. He gave her a sad smile before starting to talk again. "I miss Beth just as much you do, babe, and I wish we could have another baby just as much as you do too, Q, and you know that we can always adopt a baby. We already talked about that, right?"

Quinn just looked at her husband's caring eyes and looked back down, trying to stop her crying. But then, she started to sob again and looked back at her husband's eyes.

"I know that, Puck, but... You really think that, someday, I'll be able to became a mom? You really think that someday someone will look at me and call me mom? That someday we'll have a baby to call ours?" She cried and Puck leaned down to give her a lovely and passionate kiss.

"I've never felt so sure about anything else in my life."

...

Papi wasn't in the basement anymore.

The small brunette was curled on a ball under the only blanket that was keeping her warm. It was a cold december night and by the lights on the neighborhood she knew it was near Christmas. Not that it matters, not like that she was going to celebrate with her family. Not that it would hurt less.

It was already dark in the house and she had tears on her eyes. She was silent, trying not to move too much so as not make any noise. Making noise is not allowed. So she looked up at the sky through her small window.

Then she prayed.

When she was little, before all the pain began, her abuela had taught her how to pray. She missed her abuela. She missed her everyday. Her abuela was a good woman who never laid a hand on her. She loved her abuela. But papi took her away from her, he said that her abuela had left her. He said he would be the only person that could ever love her. But why it hurts so bad? Isn't love supposed to be something good? If love would always hurt so bad, she didn't want to be loved anymore. So she prayed. On the middle of an empty room, shaking from the cold, she prayed.

Dear Lord, Papi says you can't hear me. Papi says you're not up there. He says my mami and my abuela are not up there with you. But I know that Papi isn't right. I know you didn't forget about me too. I know I just have to wait until a beautifull angel you'll send me to show up. It will save me. I know it will.

At this point, painful sobs cross the bruised body of the petite brunette. She hugged herself tighter and closed her eyes.

Just don't take any longer, please. I'm scared and it hurts really bad. I don't think I can take it anymore. I know you didn't forgot about me but... Please Lord, please, hurry... Please, save me from Papi's love. Please, hurry.

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