AN: I've been mostly working on my multiverse fics lately(You're going to be hearing that a lot from me). It's really the next big idea that I have, and I know I've got like five stories that need to be written but the muse she speaks. Don't worry though I know what I'm doing (maybe). I swear I'm not stretching myself thin (I probably am). Well I hope not. Like I said this is a multiverse fic so Charlie does exist as does Frannie. They'll have some lines but they aren't main characters. Note the tags for this. Angst. Some awful things are going to happen to my characters well no. to Rachel. Look there might be some trigger stuff for some people and I don't want to spoil it by giving it away. So I'm just going to put a trigger warning right here, there is some abuse in this fic. Bad shit happens to Rachel. The end. I really need to work on that Aladdin piece once I'm done this.

Oh cause this is important, if you're a 'Finchel' Fan who is screaming at me to take this off the Finchel tag. This story is tagged properly. It's not tagged as Finchel. It is tagged as Faberry with Finn as a main character. Get off my back.

Song: Love the Way You Lie (Part Two) - Rihanna featuring Eminem (also used in this fic)

Disclaimer: I don't own glee. The end

On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes

The first red flag should have been when his foot had slammed into a chair kicking it. But she hadn't thought anything of it. He was the quarterback, he was her co-captain in glee and he was supposed to be her leading man. And he had been. He had been her leading man, he had been good to her. They had their problems in the past but which couple didn't? She wished he would still listen more, he wished that she would use words that he understand and she did and he tried. Everything was looking up for them, everything was supposed to be perfect. He was supposed to be her prince charming, slightly dimwitted but still her prince Charming. She was supposed to be in New York at a performing arts school of her choice. Julliard, NYADA, Tisch. He was supposed to get a football scholarship to one of the bigger schools, he was supposed to go Pro. That had been the plan.

It had been their dreams. They were going to make it out of Lima. They weren't going to be a pair of Lima losers. She signed her name with a golden star because that's what she was. She was a star, her name was going to be up in lights. He was going to win the Superbowl and have rings, they would have children. They would grow old together and their lives would be—perfect.

Cooter Menkins was the one that shattered all her dreams. He had been the one to deny Finn the Division I scholarship. None of the other big schools were interested. Finn had been devastated, and she hadn't known how to comfort him. He had been angry and hurt and he had begun to internalize it. All of his insecurities, how he simply wasn't good enough. How she would leave him, how'd she have this huge career and he'd be stuck here in Lima because he wasn't good enough. But she promised him that she loved him, she was seventeen and he was her boyfriend. She loved him more than anything in the world, they would just have to make new dreams together.

They have sex that night, for the first time. Finn doesn't use a condom, he doesn't have any and she's not on birth control. He promises to pull out, but he doesn't. He apologizes profusely and promises to do better, and it's cute. Even if she's been left unsatisfied, to see him so embarrassed, so human. It just makes her fall in love with him a bit more. The quarterback, the most popular guy in school isn't this stud. He's just Finn Hudson.

She doesn't think anything of that night and she gets ready for her own dreams. Her auditions are coming up so they don't have sex again, she's far too busy and he's trying to figure out what his next plans are. But things are still good between them. He's started a job working at his step-father's garage to save up for university and she's got this audition in the bag. New York is still in the cards. Till she see's those double pink lines. It's the week of her NYADA auditions, the only performing arts university who saw her audition tapes and wanted to see her perform live. She chokes.

The second red flag is when Finn is pleased that she didn't get in. He doesn't comfort her like she comforted him, there is no sex and sweet things. He's relieved that she isn't going to be on Broadway, that she isn't going to leave him in Lima. That they can plan a proper future together. She tells him about the pregnancy, that she's pregnant and he proposes. She's lost, she's just blown her opportunity, her one ticket out of Lima because she choked, and there he was with his hopeful puppy dog look. She feels vulnerable and lost and she doesn't know what to do. So she says yes.

They get married after regionals. They don't have money to have the wedding she's always dreamed of, but it's sweet. He wears a rented tuxedo, and she gets a second-hand dress. They go to city hall and it's done. They love each other and they're going to spend the rest of their lives together. Her fathers who don't truly approve despite them putting on their brave faces, help them with their small two bedroom apartment. At least the utilities are part of the rent. Finn's planning to take over his step-father's garage. They're going to have a nice life. It may not be the life that she wanted, but it's going to be a comfortable life. She'll be able to figure out what she wants to do, while raising their child. Even though her life was quickly turning out to not be the life that she had planned, she was looking forward to the child. To being a mother to being a wife.

The third red-flag is when he comes home drunk after work one day. She doesn't mind because he's going to school and working a part time job to support them. She's just trying to get her high school diploma, and he doesn't want her working because it might hurt the baby. He's had a bad day at work and she tries to comfort him. She's never seen him drunk before and his words are cutting and they hurt. She ruined his life, questions if the child is even his. They only did it once. Questioning her, not trusting her. How he was somebody, till he had met her. How he had fallen in love with the school loser. The words hurt, but he's drunk and angry and it's clear that he can't handle his alcohol. He tries to have sex with her that night but he can't get it up. He blames her, telling her she's getting too fat. Her body no longer does it for him.

She forgives him because he was drunk. The next day he's apologetic, he buys her a bouquet of roses. That are expensive and they can't possibly afford, and he apologizes over and over again. It's okay because he's drunk, and it was a one time thing. The words hurt but that's not Finn, that's not the man she fell in love with. Things are better till it's the next month. When he gets drunk again, he tries again. He's a mean drunk and he's a horny drunk. It's the worst combination to be, and he only gets angrier more infuriated when he can't get it up. This time he backhands her, blaming her for all his life problems, for talking back to him. For thinking she's better than him.

She should have left, she should have packed up her things and left. Because she knows that what he did was wrong, but she's scared. He's angry and loud and so she stays. And the beginning of a pattern begins. Because he apologizes so sweetly and promises to never drink again. He's horrified by his own actions that something so ugly could be living inside him. She believes him. She can't raise this child on her own. Finn is her leading man, he would always be her leading man.

He gets drunk again only a few days later, and he mocks her for it. Mocks her for her belief in a leading man. He hits her again, slamming his hand into her again and again. Reminding her that she wasn't anybody. She wasn't a star she was just a Lima loser like him. That he was the only one who would want her. She believes him, he says it with so much conviction. He doesn't care about the baby, then. It's just another thing that ruined his life. The bills are piling up and he's not making enough money to support them and the stress is getting to him. Once they graduate school, he'll get better. He'll work more and Burt would make him the manager of his garage and they'd make more money and he'd stop drinking and things will get better. These are the lies that she tells herself, the excuses that makes what he does okay, she repeats it over and over again when he finally falls asleep next to her. He's right. She's a nobody now. She isn't going to be a star, no one is going to want her, and she can't raise this child alone. She cries herself to sleep that night.

She wakes up with her thighs sticky and damp and she wonders if she's wet herself. She's heard it's common during pregnancy but she screams when she see's blood. It wakes up Finn who is nursing a hangover, and he panics. By the time he's managed to drive her to the hospital, it's too late. Miscarriage. The doctor explains what happened. Big words that she can't understand. She wonders if this is how Finn felt when she talked to him. But she doesn't care because her baby—her son is dead. Finn cries, and she blames him. When she's finally released from the hospital, he pesters her. He tries to make sure that she's okay. He tries to be a good husband, even after the damage he's caused. She should leave him, and he's worried that she will. So he begs and he gets her flowers and he doesn't get drunk and she's sees flashes of that boy that she married. Finn, he had been drunk. He wasn't going to do it again. But the pain doesn't go away, how could it. So she screams at him. She repeats all the things that he's said to her while drunk. Her life would be better off without him. She'd be in NYADA, she'd be getting auditions. She'd be a star.

Finn's face scrunches up and he turns a nasty shade of red and purple. He's angry and before she knows what hits her—he does. He's hitting her and screaming at her about hows he's the best she's ever going to get. How he loves her, how she needs him, and then he's crying. He stops and he's crying, because he hurt her again. He's apologizing and even though she's hurt, even though she has bruises and cuts and she's bleeding. She apologizes to, she shouldn't have said those things. She shouldn't have hurt him like she did. She promises to never say those things again and she agrees with him. Every couple goes through relationship problems right? It's just the loss of their son that's making him so crazy. Finn admits that he wanted to name him after his father and Mr. Schue, the two men that mattered the most to him. He spits out the same platitudes that he normally does, the same lame apologies. And like a fool she believes him.

They graduate, but things don't get better like she thought they would, and she gets a job at Breadstix. She plans to apply to NYADA again next year and begins to save up. The first time she brings up her plans with Finn again he gets that angry look on his face and that scared insecure look in his eyes. He hits her again and makes her promise that she won't leave him. She promises him, because she does need him. No one is going to want her again. She's gotten adept at covering her bruises and no one knows. Even her parents don't know she's gotten so good at pretending that she's okay. It's really the performance of a lifetime.

A year passes and she makes an excuse to not apply for NYADA again. The excuse that he's drunk begins not to matter anymore because it doesn't matter if he's sober or drunk. If she makes him angry there is always hell to pay. She doesn't apply the next year for NYADA either. They don't have the money, Burt is looking at someone else to run his garage. She doesn't even ask and the deadline passes. She picks up another job at the Lima Bean to help make ends meet. It pays a bit better and she cuts back her hours at Breadstix. Her father's are worried about her, about her stagnation but she convinces them that she's happy. They don't really believe her but they believe her performance about how Finn will soon be in charge of the garage and she'd have a bit more money to maybe go to Lima University and get a college degree. Maybe become a teacher or something. She had been made for the stage, because even her old Glee Club friends who are worried about her, believe her. Mr. Schue believes her. Everyone believes her when she says she's fine. Who could she even tell, Finn is harmless. He's Mr. Schuester's golden boy and she's just Rachel Berry. She had been loud and obnoxious, always having to be right. She always had to have that solo. The rest of the glee club, as they slowly fell out of touch with them, hadn't been her biggest fans. She was a diva, they'd probably accuse of her exaggerating. She didn't have many friends, if she had any and there was no one that she could turn to.

She was Rachel Barbara Berry, and she had used to sign her name with a gold star because she was going to be a star. She had perfected the role of a lifetime, pretending things were okay when they weren't. And nobody noticed, that she was acting day in and day out—

"Are you okay?" Hazel eyes met her brown ones and they were filled with concern and worry.

She'd been to the Lima Bean nearly every day this week, with her blonde hair and hazel eyes, always with her laptop in hand. Always in the same spot typing away on something. Maybe it was something important, she liked to pretend it was. She had to be new in town, because she didn't have a smug look on her face. Lima was small and everyone knew about the child of the two gay dads who had told everyone who would listen that she was important and that she was going to be someone, yet here she was at age twenty. She was in an abusive relationship and she was stuck in a dead end job, she wasn't going to be on Broadway. She wasn't going to be anything.

"No, really are you okay?" The woman repeats again, there's a care that Rachel hasn't heard a while in her voice.

"I'm fine," Rachel says after a moment. "Can I take your order?"

The woman stares back at her and Rachel can see that she doesn't believe her for a second. "I've been here every day for the past week and you look miserable. Every single day. I thought it was just a bad day the first day, but then I came here the second day and you were still miserable. So are you okay Rachel?" the blond woman asks again looking at her with concern.

Rachel stares at the woman for a moment puzzled as to how she knew her name but then remembers she has her stupid name tag on her shirt. She had been giving this performance for years, acting like she was fine when in reality she wasn't. Even her own fathers believed her. "I'm sorry—"

The woman blinks slowly and tilts her head. "Quinn, my name is Quinn Fabray," she says flashing her a smile.

That smile was a lot of things that Rachel wasn't used to. It was kind and warm and—now that she paid attention she noticed that this Quinn person had this wholesome look to her. She was stunning, by far the prettiest person she had ever met before. But she shoved those thoughts away and studied Quinn for a long moment. "I'm sorry Quinn, but unless you need my help for something then I really should tend to my other customers."

Quinn looks around the coffee shop, there are only other three more people there right now. The lunch rush is over and no one new has come in the room. "Or you can sit and talk to me? I promise I don't bite."

There is so much warmth in that voice and Rachel really doesn't see the harm in it and truthfully she's a bit tired of standing on her feet all day. "Okay—but just this once." She was used to lying to herself. She did it all the time. It was just going to be this once.

AN: Alright you know the drills, review, I love them. Truly I love them all. I'd like to hear what you think about this new little fic of mine. Continue. Don't continue.