A/N: sorry i have writer's block on everything at the moment. this just came to me and i was dying without writing something! i hope you enjoy! and i really hope that you just go with everything. AU people! Review please!

warnings: contains Rape, Prostitution, Language, Abuse (all forms)

Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, why would I be on FF? I only own my original characters and the kidnappers.


Quinn's head felt like it was splitting in two; and her eyes were like lead. Turning her head from side to side, she could sense that something wasn't right. She tried to open her eyes, but she was too tired to do so.

After she collected some air in her lungs, which were on fire, she slowly opened her green eyes. Looking around, she found herself alone in a cement room; a single cheap mattress, which she sat on, and a dangling light bulb, was all that were in there with her.

As her head continued to pound aimlessly, she began to bring her right hand up, but felt a pull against it. Shocked she looked back and saw that both of her wrists were chained to the floor. Again, she tried to bring her hands up, but failed. Her hands wouldn't reach past her chest.

Quinn frantically looked around for anything to help her get out, but there was nothing. She then began to scream; begging for someone to hear her, to help her. There was no sound in return, only her breathing.

Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on steadying her breathing and remembering what had happened.


Quinn and Rachel were at a restaurant celebrating their one year anniversary. It had been the best year of her life; loving Rachel and not caring who knew. Everything was going perfectly, and after they won Nationals, Quinn decided to take her out to celebrate everything.

After a very long high school experience, with graduation just around the corner, Quinn was going to ask Rachel to be her forever.

Smiling across the table at her girlfriend, Quinn took in every detail that was before her: the way Rachel's long, brown locks framed her face, how she timidly took a sip of her water, and most importantly the way her eyes sparkled with love and happiness. Happiness that Quinn helped produce.

"What?" Rachel asked breaking Quinn out of her trance.

"Just thinking about how much I love you right now." Quinn replied, not taking her eyes off of the brunette.

"I love you too, Quinn. More than you'll ever know." Rachel smiled.

After they finished dinner; Quinn and Rachel held hands and walked through the park by there homes. Looking up, Quinn saw bright stars shining upon them and a full moon in the sky. Stopping, Quinn moved in front of Rachel and smiled lovingly at her. "Rachel, I have something that I need to ask you." She said as she stared into those brown orbs that she loves so much.

Before she could reach into her pocket to take out the small jewelry box, there was a rustle in the bushes and when she turned around she saw three men looking at them. Immediately, Quinn stepped between Rachel and the men; her heart beating hard against her chest. "What do you want?" Quinn demanded, not taking her eyes off of them.

One stepped forward and smiled wickedly at them. "Just want to have a little fun is all. You both are very pretty…"

They moved closer to her and she clenched her right fist as she took Rachel's hand with her left. "I swear, you touch her and I will kill you." She warned. Her green eyes became fierce, and Rachel held her hand tighter.

"Quinn," Rachel whispered. She was becoming more and more terrified of the situation.

"It'll be alright."

"You shouldn't make promises you can't keep." He said.

All of a sudden, one took Rachel out her grasp and held her close to his body. Rachel struggled against his grip and yelled. "Quinn, watch out!"

Turning her attention back to the other two, Quinn saw that one had pulled out a gun and pointed it at her. "I'd choose your next move carefully love."

Looking over at Rachel, she saw the guy begin to lick her cheek; but what snapped something in her was the fear written on her face. She looked back at the gun in front of her and asked, "What do you want from us? I'll give you everything I have on me, just let her go."

The one without the gun grabbed her from behind and although she tried, she couldn't get him off. He began to move his hands over her body and when his hand reached between her legs, he roughly grabbed her. She released a whimper. "J-Just let her go-o…Please." She begged, tears trailing down her cheeks.

He harshly reached down her jeans and began to fondle her. Glancing over at Rachel, she silently thanked God that she had her eyes screwed shut. He then shoved three fingers into her dry area.

The pain that she was feeling was like nothing she'd ever experienced. She let out a scream and thrashed against the strong hold that he held on her.

"Stop, please!" Rachel yelled. She too was in tears. This was supposed to be the best night of her life. It was all going so well, and when Quinn stopped to ask, what she was sure "the question", it was perfect. Then these men showed up. They were at least twice their age.

Painfully, she looked over at Quinn who was being raped in front of her. "Please, just leave us alone!" She begged looking at the gunman.

Without warning, he turned to her. There was a loud bang echoing throughout the park. "Rachel!" Quinn screamed. In that short second, Quinn's life was ending. She tried to get to her, but was still being restrained. "No, Rachel!"

The guy holding unto Rachel dropped her to the ground, and Rachel's hand shakily touched her wounded stomach. "Q-Quinn…" She looked up and met terrified green eyes. It was too much for her; looking back down, she saw her blood stained hand.

"Leave her, we'll just take Blondie." The gunman said as he began to walk off.

"No! No, Rachel! Hold on, please! Promise me you won't die!" The blonde began to frantically fight against her captive. "Rachel, please! I love you!"

"I-I love you, Q-Quinn…" Rachel couldn't keep her eyes open long enough to watch Quinn being taken away.


When she remembered what had led her to be chained in the basement, she began to scream and fight against her restraints. Rachel was dead. And she didn't do anything to help her. She was raped, but that didn't compare to the pain that she was feeling at this moment. Rachel needed her, and she didn't get to her; she had failed.

Now as she sat on the beat-up mattress, cursing herself for letting that happen, her mind drifted back to the ring still in her pocket. Slowly, she retracted it and ran her fingers over it. As far as she knew; her life was over.


A/N: i'm sorry i have a bad case of writer's block! please leave a review!