The idea for this story randomly popped into my head. And I thought I would trying writing it. This is my first story, so it may suck, so give me feedback! This story will be told through the point of views of Rachel and Finn. Hope you like it!

Rachel's P.O.V

The pain from the punch never fully hit me until I opened my left eye. I tried to show no emotion so Noah wouldn't feel persuaded to hit me again. I felt my eye bruising already.

"You fucking little bitch, where the fuck were you? You were supposed to be home two fucking hours ago!" Noah screamed.

"I-I called and left a message saying that I was helping with detention today.." I said, trying to stay calm.

"Really? 'Cause I didn't get no fucking message!" Noah snapped back.

I looked over at our answering machine and saw a "1" blinking, meaning we had a message, knowing it was my message.

"Hi baby. It's Rachel. Just letting you know that I will probably be home late today. Tina asked me to help with detention. Hope you're not too mad. I promise when I get home, I'll make your favorite dinner to make up for it. Love you."

By the smell of his breath, I could tell he was heavily intoxicated.. of course. I've come home to him drunk everyday for the past five years of my life.

"Baby, I did leave a message, did-" Noah interrupted me.

"Don't you fucking "Baby" me, Rachel! You were fucking someone, weren't you? WEREN'T YOU?"

"Noah, I wasn't fucking anybody.. IF YOU JUST CHECKED THE GODDAMN ANSWERING MACHINE YOU WOULD-"

Smack. I fell to my knees clutching my cheek. I looked up at Noah, tears brimming my eyes. He looked furious, then his eyes softened. He opened his mouth then knelt down in front of me. He stretched out his hand to stroke me cheek.

"Baby... I'm so-" I knew what he was gonna say, he couldn't possibly think he could just say sorry, could he? I stood up. Tears were streaming down my face now.

"No.. no, no, NO! YOU DON'T GET TO JUST APOLOGIZE AND THINK EVERYTHING'S OKAY! NOTHING'S EVER BEEN OKAY, NOAH! Especially now.." I started walking toward our room. Planning on packing a bag and heading over to Santana's.

"Rach, wait, please-"

"No, Noah! You don't get to just keep putting me through this shit!" I started taking everything of mine that I could and slamming it into my duffel-bag.

"Wait, where are you going?" Noah asked, confused.

"Santana's..." I mumbled as pushed past him and I slammed the front door.

I couldn't take this anymore. I was emotionally worn out by Noah. Every goddamn day of this marriage, I was put through hell, just so Noah could yell and hit me when I came home, apologize and then have his way with me in the bedroom. I was done, way past done.

Finn's P.O.V

I walked in the door, feeling exhausted from a grueling day at work. This job will be the death of me, I swear. All I knew was that I wanted to spend the rest of the night relaxing with my beautiful wife.

"Quinnie, baby, I'm home!" I yelled, while walking into the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a beer.

"SHIT.." I heard a muffled voice say from the bedroom. What the hell?

"Quinn..?" I asked into the silence.

"Um, I-I'll be out in just a minute, honey." I heard her moan. Okay, what the fuck is going on?

"Quinn.. are you hurt?" I asked, scared to her the answer. I set my beer down and walked to the bedroom door.

"Don't stop.." I heard a pleased Quinn say. Oh my fucking god.. this cant be happening.

"Quinn, what the fuck is going on?" I said as I opened the door to see her and her ex-boyfriend from college in our bed, OUR FUCKING BED, having sex.

"Oh my god, Finn.." Quinn said, while pushing Sam off her and covering herself up. My head is literally spinning. How could this have happened? Him and Quinn had been perfectly fine for a couple in a relationship for six years. Occasionally fights here and there, but they worked through them. Their sex life had been slagging either, they were going at it almost every night. It didn't make any sense. Quinn was in a perfectly good mood this morning too, it didn't seem like anything was up. Where did they go wrong?

"H-How did this... I-I don't get it... Why?" I said, anger taking over my body. I loved her, I goddamn loved her, and I have for the past 10 years of my life. She said she loved me too, why is she doing this to me?

"Finn, honey.. I'm so sorry." She said, stepping closer to me. Sorry? All she has to say is SORRY?

"Sorry, Quinn? I find you fucking someone in OUR bed and all you have to say is sorry? You've GOT to be fucking kidding me!" I yelled. She looked frightened by his tone of voice. Good, she deserved it.

"Finn, I-I don't know what to say..you're scaring me." She said quietly, looking down. She's scared? I'm breaking into a million tiny pieces right now. Why should she be scared? All the sudden I laughed, it wasn't like my usual cheerful laugh that Quinn always said she loved, it was kinda of a broken laugh.

"You don't have a right to be scared, Quinn. You weren't the one seeing the person you love FUCKING her ex-boyfriend in your bed that you've shared with her for the past FIVE FUCKING YEARS!" I said, my tone getting louder, and angrier at the end. She looked at me with those green eyes that used to make my heart melt, now all I felt was disgust.

"I thought you loved me, Quinn! WAS I NOT GOOD ENOUGH?" I screamed. She started crying. She has no reason to cry, she's not the one whose heart is broken into a million pieces.

"Baby, you were good enough, you were been then good, you were amazing-"

"Oh really? Then explain to me why THIS is happening? And how many times HAS this happened?" I was beyond angry, I was breaking more and more with every second that passed.

"Finn-" She started.

"HOW MANY TIMES?" I screamed.

"It's been going on for a year now..." She whispered through her sobs.

A year..for a whole year my wife has been fucking someone in our bed, and I never knew. I lost it, I completely lost it. I was crying. What did I do to deserve this?

"Baby.." She whispered, reaching for my cheek. "I'm so so sorry, I'll stop this.. we can get through this-"

"NO! You don't DESERVE to say you're sorry! We will NOT fucking get through this! I'm done, Quinn! Have a fucking fantastic life without me!" I said while turning around and storming out the front door.

"FINN!" I heard Quinn scream, but I didn't turn back. I ran down the hallway and out my apartment building's front door. I felt the cool January air hit my face and took a deep breath. I kept walking with my head down until I ran into someone.

"I'm so sorry!" The person exclaimed.

"No, no, it was all my faul-" I looked up to see the girl I ran into. She was very tiny, but breathtakingly gorgeous. She had long brown hair that was slightly curled, she had beautiful brown eyes. But then I noticed the mascara that was running down her face, letting me know she had been crying, and the bruised and puffy left eye. She noticed that I was looking at her and looked down.

"A-Are you alright? Were you mugged or something?" I asked, panic becoming noticeable in tone.

"No, no. I wasn't.. I'm alright." She said, looked back up at me. "Nothing I haven't endured before.." She mumbled slightly to herself.

"Would you mind telling me who did this to you?" I asked quietly.

"Would you mind telling me your name?" She retorted.

"Oh right, sorry. Um, I'm Finn Hudson." I said, sticking my hand out for her to shake.

"Rachel Berry-Puckerman." She said, shaking my hand.

That was the moment my life changed forever.

Hope you guys liked it! Please tell me if it sucked! I'm sorry if there were any mistakes! Reviews would be amazing!