AN: I only own a few OCs. TrustInFaith gave me the idea and this is my first Faberittana. So go easy on me please.

Disclaimer:I don't own glee. or any songs that might be used.

WARNINGS: Mentions of rape. There is homophobia and hate.

I hope you enjoy the story.

CHAPTER 1

Rachel was walking the halls on her way to practice in the auditorium. The school was relatively empty except for a few teachers grading papers or the janitors. She enjoyed the quiet; it gave her time to think without interruption.

At this very moment she was thinking about her three gorgeous girlfriends who were currently on the football field practicing a National winning routine with Sue Sylvester and her seventh consecutive winning cheerleading squad: The Cheerios. Rachel frowned at the name. Who would name their squad after a breakfast cereal? Rachel shook her head and focused on the toned abs of Brittany and the marvelous arms of Santana and the amazing jaw she loved peppering kisses along. But most importantly she was thinking of how well those uniforms hugged their curves. Yes. She loved the way those skirts left little to the imagination.

The Unholy Trinity-as her girlfriends had been dubbed-took an interest in her and she didn't know why. First it was Brittany who wasn't afraid of being affectionate. Then it was Quinn who got jealous when Finn tried asking her out and finally Santana who got pissed when she was hit with three slushies consecutively.

It started off as an experiment that quickly turned into a relationship. Neither girl was ok with having to share each other with anyone but themselves. It was no secret that Brittany and Santana had something going on. But when Quinn was brought into it they were named the Unholy Trinity. When Rachel joined she became the Unholy Trinity's girlfriend. It also made her untouchable.

Jew Fro learned the hard way when he kept pestering Rachel about their sex lives. He also learned that even in a ponytail as tight as a cheerio's Santana could still hide razorblades in her hair. He lost a good chunk of his fro and had to get it cut to even it back out.

Rachel never liked violence but she did believe that the questions he was asking were inappropriate.

Rachel walked into the auditorium and sat at the piano. She placed her sheet music on the stand and began playing. She was so engrossed in the music that she didn't notice the auditorium doors open or the heavy footsteps.

Suddenly her world went dark. She began to panic but tried to calm herself. Then she felt large hands grab her and shove her to the floor.

"You're getting what's coming to you. Filthy dyke! When was the last time you had a real man?"

Rachel knew that voice. The voice that had been tormenting her for two years before her girlfriends stopped it all.

She tried fighting but he was so much bigger than her and stronger. She knew it was useless as she felt him rip her clothes away.

(AN:I Couldn't find it in me to write the rape scene.)

Rachel put her clothes on and made it look the best she could before grabbing her stuff and leaving. She sprinted to her car and saw a few cheerios leaving. She had to get out of there. She got into her car and hightailed it home. Keeping her composure till she reached her room.

She was glad her fathers were working late tonight. She slammed her front door shut and looked the door and slid the dead bolt into place then put the chain on incase her girlfriends came over. She locked every door and window. She couldn't tell them about this. She felt ashamed.

Ashamed that she couldn't use her voice when she needed it most. Ashamed that she didn't fight back.

To make it worse she felt dirty. She felt him everywhere. She threw open her bathroom door and turned the shower on. She threw her clothes into a plastic bag and shoved it under her sink. They were evidence.

The thought brought more tears to her eyes. For now they would sit there forgotten.

She stepped under the stream of hot water and grabbed her soap and rag.

By the time she got out of the shower she had used the whole bar of soap and all the hot water. She slipped into some pajamas and hugged Paolo the duck to her tight. He was a gift from Brittany on their two month anniversary.

The next day at school she was at her locker waiting for her girlfriends when she felt that harsh touch on her shoulder and his breath against her cheek.

"Have you renounced your filth yet?"

Rachel tensed up and dropped her books.

He laughed and walked away.

Brittany smiled as she walked up and picked up the books. Then she frowned. "Are you ok Rae?"

"I'm fine Britt, just spacing out." Rachel answered taking her books.

"You left without us yesterday and didn't answer our texts or calls." Brittany frowned.

"I know and I'm sorry but I was practicing then I started feeling a bit ill so I went home and rested." Rachel said and Brittany smiled wider.

"Good." She linked their arms and headed off to class.

They passed him and he winked at her.

Rachel knew it could be worse.

She just didn't know how right she was.

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