So here is the new Chapter One! If you're new to the story and didn't get a chance to read the old version (now deleted) I'm sorry! But I think this one is better! :P
Hope you enjoy it and there is more to come! (I promise this time!)
H.K. xx

At one o'clock on a Sunday morning, three different laughs filled Quinn Fabray's room.

"I do not want to know how you found that video San!" cried Brittany, with tears rolling down her cheeks and pointing at the laptop screen, clutching her stomach.

"B! Shh! You guys' will wake up my neighbours and they'll tell us off!" Whispered the hazel-eyed blonde though she was giggling herself, whilst throwing her pink pillow at the girl. "My window is right next to their's!"

"Q, ever since we first met you, your neighbours have told us off for being too loud, it's like, tradition." Scoffed the Latina.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

Brittany and Santana turned to Quinn and she put her fingers to her lips to signal for quiet.

"Just wait to see if they go away, it's probably them complaining about the noise again…" They all sat quietly to see if they would leave.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

Quinn rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Never mind then, I'll get it." She stood up and wiped the leftover popcorn off her pyjamas before walking downstairs to the door. Who interrupts an Unholy Trinity sleepover at 1:00 in the morning anyway? It better not be Puck again… She thought. But she couldn't be more wrong. Quinn opened the old wooden door to be greeted by the sight of a bloody and bruised and drenched-to-the-bone Rachel Berry. Quinn stood in shock. She just stood there with her mouth wide open and eyes bugging out of her head. Rachel did too, trying to figure out what the taller one was thinking. Was she going to laugh, take her in or slam the door in her face?

"I-I-I'm sorry Quinn…I just didn't know-know where to go. I thought…I-I am s-s-s-sorry…" She stammered out, and then took a large breath. "I couldn't go to Kurt's, Mercedes wouldn't understand, and I don't know Sugar and Tina well enough, and I couldn't go to the guys' houses. I thought of Mr. Schuster and Ms Pillsbury, but that would make the situation worse! Noah would probably freak out…Shelby would…I don't know what Shelby would do…" She said before trailing off.

"Hey Q! Who is it? I swear if it's Puck again asking for a foursome with us, I'll friggen kick his Mohawk ass! Get lost Puckerman!" Santana called from the room, followed by a laugh by Brittany. Quinn was still standing in shock.

"Oh, I'm interrupting something aren't I? I-I'm so sorry Quinn…I'd better go…" Rachel whispered and turned to leave. Quinn quickly snapped out of it.

"Don't go Rachel! Come inside, I'm just shocked that's all…" She stood to the side of the door, welcoming Rachel in, who gingerly stepped into the grand home, her eyes never leaving Quinn's. "Come upstairs to my room." Quinn quickly shut the door and led her upstairs.

"Quinn, what happened? Who was at th- What the Puck?" Santana eyes almost flew out of her head at the sight of Rachel when the two girls entered the room. "Berry!?" Brittany and Santana didn't know what to say and turned straight to Quinn, who had immediately started sifting through her drawers for something for Rachel to wear.

"How on earth did you get yourself into this state?" Santana asked the now shivering and sniffling girl. Rachel opened her mouth to answer but Quinn cut her off.

"It was bloody Finn wasn't it?" she half yelled. Her hands were in fists and her face was red. "Did Finn beat you up?" She asked again. Rachel looked lost at what to say, but the Unholy Trinity already knew the answer. Brittany looked sad and hurt, Quinn was raging and ready to murder, and Santana looked half disgusted, half shocked.

"Yeah…" She whispered.

"I knew it! I knew it!" cried Quinn throwing her hands in the air and turning back to her drawers. "The very day you came with that red mark around your wrist, I knew it! He grabbed your wrist or something didn't he?" Rachel nodded numbly, stunned. "San, Britt, can you get the first aid from downstairs? It's in one of the kitchen cupboards." Quinn lowered her voice. The two girls got up and walked out the room, Brittany giving Rachel a swift, soft, hug as she went.

"Here, have these." Quinn quietly said, passing her a pair of folded pyjamas and a white towel. "Shower first, clean yourself up, then we'll help with the cuts and bruises and can talk, okay? Use my ensuite." She said kindly gesturing to another door. Rachel took the clothes and towel and nodded. "Thanks Quinn," before going into the bathroom.

"Q?" Santana and Brittany were standing in the door way with a box each.

"I'm sorry guys. I-I…I just…I don't know what to-"

"S'okay Q. We know how you feel about all this. You don't have to explain." Brittany said with a sad smile, which Quinn returned. Santana smiled at them both.

"She's just showering now." She whispered. The three girls slowly got to work, cleaning up the room and making more room on the king sized bed for the fourth girl.