Thud

Rachel's voice cracked midway through her rendition of "Funny Girl" as the noise echoed through the hallway and she quickly fell silent, listening intently. A few seconds passed, seconds that felt like minutes to the jittery girl and still only the sounds of the ticking clock on her bedside cabinet could be heard.

"Stupid girl." Rachel muttered, berating herself for letting all of those idiotic horror movies alter her perception. As a result her throat was dry and her mouth felt like sandpaper, even the most inadequate of singers knew that it was time to take a break and get a drink. She left her bedroom and padded down the stairs passing the front door, she stopped suddenly and turned around, listening carefully. She swore she heard som- there it was, a clicking noise like metal hitting metal, she frowned and stepped closer to the door bending down and leaning forward until her nose as almost touching the shiny silver door handle. She leapt back with a squeak when it began slowly turning.

"Oh shit. Oh god." Her heart rate increased tenfold as she swung around and sprinted up the stairs and into her bedroom slamming the door behind her. Her brown eyes searched the room hopelessly until finally she spotted her mobile phone underneath one of her argyle sweaters. She flipped it open and sat with her back against the door quickly punching in her daddy's number, it was immediately sent to voice mail, the same happened for her other dad. By now she could hear heavy footsteps on the stairs and her heart pounded frantically against her ribcage.

Who to ring? Who to ring? Her brain was hazy, Finn was at his grandmas house for her funeral this weekend, Kurt was probably with him since their parents had become so close. Puck was on a short family holiday probably out of reception range. Quinn was.. Quinn was staying at Santana's house, Rachel scrolled down her contacts list until she reached the ex-cheerleaders number.

Ring.. Ring.. Ring.. "Berry what the heck are you doing calling me at 12.30 on a Sunday night?" Rachel never thought hearing the blondes groggy voice would ever bring such relief.

"Quinn.. Quinn.. There's someone in my house, I need help." She could hardly recognise the desperate pleading as her own.

"Well go get one of your gay dads! I may be pregnant but that doesn't suddenly make me a mother hen."

As much as the girls jab at her parents stung Rachel continued her begging, "They're at work at the hospital. Please Quinn! I can hear someone outside!"

"God Berry your such a wuss, its probably some animal raiding your trash. Now please! Leave me alone, pregnant girls need sleep too."

Rachel could sense that the other girl was about to hang up, "Quinn! Quinn don't! Please don-"

Hearing the harsh beep signifying the call had ended ripped a sob from the terrified girls chest. Her hands quickly flew up to cover her mouth, however, as she heard heavy footsteps getting closer and closer before stopping just outside her bedroom door. Rachel shuffled away from the door until she had shifted a good three meters away from it. She could see dark shadows breaking the thin line of light illuminating the ground, she was petrified, her breathing frantic as the handle turned and the door slowly swung forwards.

Seeing the man behind it clad all in black with a balaclava covering his face elicited a whole new fear in the young star. She screamed loudly and grabbed the nearest object before proceeding to throw it at the figure who batted it out of the way with ease and in a few long strides has closed the distance between them and roughly grabbed the girls arm twisting it behind her back while his other hand pressed against her mouth. Rachel's muffled screams echoed around the room and she continued to struggle, her efforts getting gradually weaker with each intake of chloroform until the blackness dusting the edges of her vision overtook her and she slumped against her attacker.

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Quinn awoke at seven am to the sharp beeping of her alarm clock, her hazel eyes locked onto the device and she brought her hand down onto it angrily. Who did Berry think she was? Ringing at such a late hour acting like a five year old! The tiny brunette seriously pissed her off sometimes. The blonde rubbed her slightly swollen stomach in a feeble attempt to calm her anger. With a huff of annoyance she swung her legs over the edge of the bed before standing up and stretching, her back popping. Sleeping on Santana's spare bed wasn't exactly comfortable but Quinn was just grateful to have a roof over her head. She began hunting out suitable clothes for the day from the suitcase leaning against her bed.

About an hour later Quinn was dressed and had eaten breakfast or as Santana put it "Early morning dinner." Quinn tried to defend herself by pointing out that she was eating for two but her cheerleader friend was having none of it claiming that she would soon be eaten out of house and home. They were now sitting in Santana's black SUV while Quinn flicked through various radio stations.

"I heard you talking pretty late last night. Are you sneaking boys into my house Fabray?" The dark skinned girl narrowed her eyes playfully.

"No.. It was just Man Hands." The blonde sighed while rolling her eyes.

"Your sneaking Berry into my house? Fuck me Q-" Her infuriated rant was cut off by a wide eyed Quinn.

"No! No! She rang me rambling about something stupid. God S, you really think I'd touch Berry? Of all people."

"Why the hell was she ringing you?" The Latina's cheeks were tinge red as she pulled in to a parking space outside the school.

"I dunno." Quinn was saved further elaboration as her companion quickly became distracted by the bubbly blonde that had come bouncing towards them. She fell into pensive thought as the other two cheerleaders greeted each other. Berry had sounded pretty scared last night, scared and desperate and from experience Quinn knew that Rachel Berry was anything but desperate. This thought continued to float about her head throughout the day, nagging at her consistently. She went to all of her classes and each time finding Rachel missing from all of them. This only caused the nagging feeling to increase to a dull throbbing until by the end of the day the pregnant teenager had developed a headache.

She's just off sick or maybe she's too tired from staying up so late. Thought the blonde and the throbbing subsided slightly, Quinn knew that Berry wouldn't miss glee no matter how sick or tired the overachieving singer was, so she bounded into the room hopefully, her eyes searching for the brunette.. Puck.. Finn.. Santana.. Tina.. But no Rachel Berry. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach the moment she saw Mr Schue enter the room with big sad eyes.

"Guys, I have bad news," the man let out a long breath before continuing "Rachel Berry's house was broken into last night and police are suggesting Rachel has been taken."

A/N: I saw a prompt on glee_angst_meme that put this idea in my head. First time writing Glee and I'm well excited! The shows been just fantastic! But anyway, sorry its short but I wanted to leave it at that point cause its getting pretty late here..
Thanks for reading!