Title: Are you ever going to stop?

Summary: Quinn's harassing Rachel.

A/N: I've read stories where one of the characters is abusive to the other. And although I do not condone violence I do like the idea of Quinn loving Rachel but not being able to accept it, at least not yet. Okay so I think most of these chapters are going to be in Rachel's POV until I think Quinn needs to let us know what her problem is. Some F words might have been used, I can't quite count how many so sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or Faberry, I barely own this laptop, so yeah, don't sue.

Rachel's POV

Maybe I should've gotten to school earlier.

Maybe Daddy should've looked for his suit last night and not this morning. And maybe I should have just stayed home.

But I didn't.

I'm here so I might as well just get it over with.

I don't know when it first started, maybe at the end of 7th grade when Quinn wanted me to be her Valentine and I accepted, only to be rejected the next day when a 12 year old Quinn told me to never talk to her again.

I wouldn't have listened if it weren't for the red mark she had on her cheek or her hazel eyes pleading with me, so I left. And after that day Quinn's been treating me like shit.

At first it was small things like name calling "RuPaul" here "Treasure Trail" there and even "Man Hands" once in a while. To say that it didn't hurt me would be beyond lying, but I let it happen because even when she yelled at me, or called me names I couldn't help but think that there was a small chance that she could fall for me. I'm crazy, I know.

The yelling was fine, I could accept the fact that she was on top now being a Cheerio and all, but then everything got worst and she started getting physical. And not in the "Oh Yeah, I like that" kind of way either. It was more the "I'm fucking terrified" and it hurt to see the anger in her eyes but I let her hit me, maybe that's why she does it. I gave her all the power, and now she won't stop- can't stop.

And although I hate lying to my daddies about how I got each and every scratch or mark, I can't help, in a twisted sort of way to enjoy it. It's Quinn, and I've always loved her and even when she's hitting me, punching me, yelling at me. My mind always ignores the slurs and just thinks about how Quinn is finally touching me and how much I've missed the contact. Again, I know I'm Crazy.

Its 8:45, first period has started for over 25 minutes and I'm still in the hallways. Maybe I deserve this; I mean Daddy tells me that people always get what they deserve, so maybe this is God's way of punishing me. Maybe I was evil in my past life and this is His way of telling me I was bad. But it can't be. God loves everyone, He can't be this evil thing, and He just can't!

I'm lost in my thoughts, again. This is always how it starts, I walk, and she finds me, curses at me, hits me and then walks away. She never leaves without looking at me, and is the pains in her eyes that make me believe in her, makes me believe she could change. That she wants to change.

"RuPaul" she calls and I try my best to ignore it, but her voice even filled with so much venom makes me dumb and stupid and so I stop and just wait for her to walk towards me.

I think she does it on purpose. No normal person sways their hips as much as she does, especially when you're only 5 feet away. She definitely does it to turn me on. Stop Rachel, you know how this always ends.

"You know we aren't doing this here, so get inside" we've done this since she was 13, so three years of torture have been inflicted in the small janitor's closet. It's almost sentimental if you really think about it, or maybe not, maybe I just think too much. The room is small like I said before, and it hasn't been used since the Janitors complained about not having enough room, so this is our room. This is where I get hurt and she gets hurt too, just not the same kind of pain. And I'll sit and wait, because she never hurts me right away, and she'll look so broken that I sometimes wonder who's hurting who. Until the insults come, and then I'm sure she's hurting me. At least I think so. Quinn makes sure the door is locked and then turns and stares at me.

"I hate you, you know that right?" and I nod, because this is always how it starts. She'll tell me she hates me but then she'll grab me and I think that maybe she doesn't hate me, maybe she loves me. "You're so fucking frustrating Berry! Stop looking at me like that!" and I'll look away and she'll grab my chin and make me stare at her.

"You're worthless, and no one will ever love you" she says, and it used to hurt before, but it doesn't anymore so I just let her be.

We usually do this half an hour or until the period ends. I check my clock 20 minutes left.

Bad move.

"What you have somewhere to be? Don't go fucking acing like anyone cares about you" and I'll look away from her because I know she's mad and Quinn can be over reactive when she's pissed. She'll say things and do things that I'd rather not be done to me at the moment, especially when I'm wearing a short sleeve shirt and a mini skirt. Not my smartest choice.

"You love me" she says and it isn't a question, so I don't answer. I just stare into those eyes that make me melt, and wonder how the hell we got here. We used to be friends and I swear she loved me; I would've put that on my grave. But I'd probably be dead by now considering how trashy she treats me.

"Tell me you love me" her voice cracks but she's still pissed so I sigh. I will always love her, which means I'll always hate myself. Maybe I do deserve this torture.

"I Love You" I say, and I see her eyes get lighter but only for a split second and then she's mad again. Her hand makes contact with my cheek and I swear to God I can see smoke. She's mad and I don't know if it's with me or with her. With Quinn I never really know where I stand.

"You're worthless Berry. No one wants you. I hate your fucking guts and I swear to God I'd kill you myself if I didn't hate Jail so much" I know she doesn't mean it, because she has tears in her eyes and they are threatening to fall. Maybe she does care.

"Say it again" and I don' t ask her what she means, because we've done this so long that I can tell and so I get up from the floor and stand right in front of her. I'm not smart, we already went through this.

"I LOVE YOU" I say taking a breath with every word. I swear for an honor roll student she's kind of dumb. But I shouldn't be talking, should I? When we know I'm the one losing in the end.

I know what's going to happen. It always does.

She pulls me towards her and I swear she has tears down her eyes. She kisses me, hard. And for some reason I moan into it and I know she's heard me.

"You're pathetic Berry, I'm insulting you and yelling at you and you love me" she's called me pathetic so many times that you'll probably find my picture next to its definition if you were to look in the dictionary. It hurt at first, because it's the truth, but I want to feel her near me again, so I just nod.

And she's attacking my lips again. And I let her, and she'll always win, and although I'll cry myself to sleep later because I'm so stupid, I don't cry now, I just let myself feel.

The kiss is hard, and it hurts and I tell myself I don't want it. But I know I do. Her tongue enters my mouth roughly and no one fights for dominance because it isn't a kiss that you'll want people to know about. It's dirty and sloppy and she'll probably hurt you more lately for it, blaming you again.

You don't know why you've let it get this far. You should've stopped it, but it felt so good having her near, speaking to you, that you forgot about how you felt after.

She stops kissing you and you're sort of glad because you can feel the blood from where she bit you and you know you'll have to explain to your dads what happened.

"I hate you" she says and you nod, because she's looking at you lip and you swear (you've been doing that a lot) that she feels bad. Call it wishful thinking. Looking at your watch again you notice that there's seven minutes left, she won't leave until the beginning of second period so you'll just wait for her, you do it enough anyways.

It's awkward to say the least, because she's in her Cheerios outfit and you want to stop yourself from starring, but you can't and she notices. She always notices.

"Stop starring at me, you don't deserve to even be around me" she tells you and you scoff without realizing you did, because she's always the one that's after you, rolling your eyes you don't notice she's facing you and she's back for more. Your back is against a bunch of mops, brooms and paintbrushes and it hurts but not as much as her finger nails against your skin.

"Stop" you whisper and it's the first time you've said anything, but there's five minutes left and you know she can't be late to second period, Sue Sylvester hates lateness.

But she doesn't stop, making you shriek because your back is killing you and you know you're going to have a mark.

"Please Quinn, Please, Just, Stop" and this time you know her eyes look softer, her hazel eyes are back and you know she's done, At least, for now.

"I fucking hate you Berry" she says again, giving you a quick peck on the lips, and you groan because the mop's a bitch and your back is killing you and the bell hasn't ring.

Two minutes left. Two minutes and then Quinn we'll leave you alone.

"Meet me here at three" or not.

"What?" You ask although you hear what she said.

"Meet. Me. Here. At. Three" she just broke that shit down for you.

And you nod again feeling helpless.

The bell finally rings, and Quinn walks towards the door, making sure to look presentable. And you hear the people outside running and talking and being happy. Quinn waits, she knows coming out of a closet no matter how funny, isn't exactly a good way to avoid rumors. So you wait with her, until the second bell signals the actual beginning of second period.

Quinn opens up the door, and although you'll hate yourself for this late you still ask "Are you ever going to stop?" and she sighs, looking you over and walking away.

Sue really hates lateness.

Thanks for reading and maybe, possibly, hopefully, reviewing.

A/N #2- I have NO idea where this idea came from. I was literally watching Glee and then when Quinn slapped Rachel I got this idea so, yeah. I ran to my laptop and starting writing, which is probably why my sister looked at me the way she did. *shrugs* Again, I DO NOT condone violence, but this chapter helps me with my anger so yeah. First Faberry fic, EVER and I'm quite glad with the first chapter… stick around please.