Kiss With A Fist

Chapter 1.

"A kick in the teeth is good for some,

a kiss with a fist is better than none."

AN: I haven't forgotten about Skinny Love! I had to withdraw from my school semester earlier this spring, which just threw me way off balance. I've finally settled in and found an awesome job so, now I have time and the passion to get back into writing so, I will be continuing that fic however; this Faberry story just wouldn't leave me alone so, I'm going to give it a shot while I also work on Skinny Love. Thank you for your patience, you guys are awesome.

Disclaimer: I don't own glee or any of its characters.

I solemnly swear I am up to no good.

She could act like she didn't know why she was here watching Quinn Fabray of all people get home safely but it would be bullshit. She'd been doing it for two months now since the day she found out Quinn was keeping Beth but, without support from her conservative parents, and the immature father of her child who couldn't grow up for his two month old daughter. If she hadn't attended temple that day, she wouldn't know about Quinn's situation but, one thing the last couple months has taught her is that Socrates was the smartest of them all, you only know everything when you know nothing.

When she buried her beloved fathers two weeks into the summer she finally started to learn something.

Dressed in black skinny jeans, a denim button up, and her favorite pair of combat boots she stood in Columbus's main airport with her dad, Hiram, waiting for her daddy and she couldn't be more excited. They hadn't seen her daddy Leroy in seven months since he'd left to do work with Doctors Without Borders. She was initially sad of course but the sadness she felt was overshadowed by how proud she was of the men who chose to be her fathers. They'd both done work with Doctors Without Borders over the years, and both the organization, as well as the staff at Lima General loved them where they both worked full-time, Leroy in trauma and Hiram in general surgery.

"Baby girl, have you spotted your daddy?" She craned her neck trying to see through the crowd of passengers heading their way but she hadn't spotted her daddy weaving through the terminal or baggage claims. She briefly considered standing on a chair to gain a few inches in height but dismissed it just as quickly since the probability of that being embarrassing was pretty high.

"No, I don't see him papa." Her papa was shifting his neck back and forth trying to spot her father, which really wasn't hard to do. His height and stature automatically commanded attention. If you didn't know him it was intimidating but, if you did he was basically the big friendly giant and fearing him was damn near impossible however; if need be the man could be a force to reckon with.

They were still skimming through the crowd when a voice from behind them had them spinning in unison as if it were choreographed.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for my family but I can't seem to find them. My daughters about ye high," he said motioning with his hand to about his knee," and you look very similar to my husband but your handsomeness' has caused me to be quiet flustered," he said with a dramatic flourish of his hand.

"Daddy!" Rachel shouted as she launched herself into her father's arms. He laughed in delight wrapping her up in a bear hug strong enough to lift her feet off the ground.

"Hi my little Ray of sunshine." He dropped a kissed to her temple before setting her back down, his attention now on the man watching the interaction with a fond smile on his face.

"Daddy you're not supposed to call me that in public," she said, blush adorning her cheeks as she tried to dodge the hand that was now absentmindedly patting her head as her fathers made googly eyes at each other. "And I'm not that short," she said as an afterthought but her father was already taking the necessary strides to have his husband in his arms again.

"Hey charming," Hiram called out as his other half approached.

"Hey handsome," Leroy replied with a beaming grin. He and Rachel were the dramatic Berry's of the bunch but, their faces were also the most expressive, and it was a sight to see their smiles light up a room. Close enough now to embrace Leroy and Hiram share a tender kiss conveying emotions that only two people in love unconditionally can.

Rachel watched for only a second before feeling like a voyeur, intruding on an intimate moment. She wanted that one-day. The conversations with no words, and the chemistry that was palpable. Up until recently she was pretty sure she and Finn would share an epic love but something was always missing. She had enough passion for the both of them but that was the problem, she shouldn't have needed to feel that way before they established a serious relationship, her passion should have been met.

It wasn't until she wasn't allowed to leave regionals in order to go to the hospital with Quinn and the rest of the team that she realized what might've been missing. With Finn it was all a fantasy she so badly wanted to make come true but the way she felt when she couldn't even be in the waiting room for Quinn, that was reality, and the angst she felt was like a slap in the face. A slap hard enough to shake her out of the state of denial she'd been in. She was still iffy on how deep her feelings for Quinn went but it was enough for her to tell Finn she didn't want to be together.

"I already have my bags," Leroy said motioning to the bags behind Rachel," If you guys are ready to head out so am I. Rachel favorite daughter of mine," Rachel cut him off with a scoff.

"More like only daughter of yours."

"That too," Leroy said not missing a beat. "Be a dear and grab my duffel bag and carry on." He asked coming up beside her with one arm still wrapped around Hiram's shoulders.

"And you can't grab your duffel bag because," she asked as she glanced at the duffel bag she knew was at least half her bodyweight.

"Because my little Ray of sunshine," he said ignoring her huff "I have my arms full of precious cargo." Rachel and Hiram simultaneously rolled their eyes but Hiram's eyes gleamed with fondness at his husband's antics and Rachel's lips involuntarily quirked up as her daddy dramatically fluttered his eyelashes at her. She huffed one more time before relenting.

"Fine, but stop batting your eyelashes before the fairy godmother comes and gives you wings." Hiram let out a bark of laughter while Leroy scoffed in mock offense.

"I resent that, I have too much muscle for a tutu," and with that he disentangled from his husband, grabbed his suitcase, and performed a diva storm out that rivaled one of Rachel's. Hiram and Rachel trailed behind snickering at his expense.

By the time they reached the car Leroy, was already there, waiting to open the driver side door for Hiram like a true gentleman. He was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek and another eye roll from Rachel; they were sickeningly sweet sometimes.

"Little Ray, your eyes are going to get stuck up there if you keep doing that," Leroy said with a gleam of mirth in his eye as he came around to the trunk while she loaded in the bags in case she needed help.

"Well if they did I wouldn't have to see you two canoodling every two seconds," she said with a cheeky grin, only to yelp two seconds later from the pinch delivered to her side.

"You're slacking Rachel-San." Her father said with stern faux Japanese accent. She let out what felt like the millionth scoff.

"I was putting the duffel bag in the trunk, I couldn't really counter attack." Leroy shook his head and tssked in disapproval.

"Rule number five Rachel," he asked laughter no longer dancing in his eyes. Rachel sighed before closing the trunk, squaring her shoulders and turning to face her father.

"Eyes cognizant, arms and legs diligent," she stated verbatim.

"Have you been training on your own outside of the dojo in my absence?" he asked with narrowed eyes. Rachel knew better than to lie to her father, it was pointless. She had a tell, and still hadn't figured out what it was or if he was just bluffing. She clenched her jaw before answering; she'd been hoping he wouldn't ask about her training. She always went above and beyond like he asked her too but, Tai Chi was just so boring compared to Muay Thai and boxing. She took one more deep breath before answering, bracing herself to be verbally bitch slapped.

"No daddy, I didn't," she answered honestly looking her father straight in the eye not in defiance but out of pure respect.

He nodded his head in acceptance before turning his head and glancing out of the parking garage and into the night. She stood with him in silence except for the sounds of traffic and the buzzing nightlife of the airport, waiting for him to gather his thoughts before addressing her again. He took a deep breath himself before turning and looking at his daughter. He knew she was waiting for the worse but he understood her more than she knew.

When his father first started teaching him self-defense his favorites were the combative styles, not the counter attack styles that mainly focused on how to redirect rather than attack. Rachel was a spitfire, and he loved that about her. If Broadway wasn't what she wanted he was sure she could've had a career in MMA but, patience and research was something she didn't comprehend when it came to her training and he needed a way to convey it's importance to her that didn't include sharp words.

"Sugar Ray, what are you to me?" he asked as he turned to face her again. Rachel 's eyebrows furrowed in confusion before she answered.

"I'm your star tateh," she said in a quiet voice.

"And what is your papa?" he asked, gaze unwavering, even in the dimly lit parking garage.

"He's your world," she answered with conviction.

"What would I do if I lost my world and light in the sky?" her heart clenched without her permission and she bit her lip not wanting to have this conversation but her father's blue eyes were piercing, demanding an answer. She shook her head before answering.

"I don't know tateh," she said unconsciously slipping into Yiddish with her father like she use to when she was younger.

"I don't know either Ray," he paused before continuing making sure he had her full attention," and I don't want to find out. Know that when I sign you up for a new style or ask you to practice certain movement on your own to increase your skills it's so that I know I'm giving you your best chance in case anything were ever to happen to you. You're the daughter of two gay men in a homophobic town," she could see his jaw clench before he continued, a habit she herself had picked up from him years ago. "Maybe we didn't give you your best chance raising you in Lima," eyes blazing she went to dispute him but he put his hand up halting any protest on the tip of her tongue. "I know star. As many times as your father and I have been degraded, you've also felt some of those verbal blows and received some of your own, and as much as I'd like to have faith in humanity and in God, I also need to protect my family because one of these days those threats may be more than just that.

Involuntarily a few tears escaped her eyes at the thought any harm coming to her family, and just like that everything shifted and she finally understood her father's insistence to take her self-defense training seriously. There were no words needed after that. She was wrapped up in her fathers arms again and she felt every bit like his little girl who couldn't wait for his hugs after kindergarten, and not the sixteen year old girl who greeted him no less than fifteen minutes ago. A few minutes more and he released her with a small frown on his face. Between 7th and 9th grade he noticed that she started to cry less and less before she stopped all together.

He asked her about it once and she admitted that tears were a sign of submitting to others actions or words, and she'd never submit someone else's cruelty for their pleasure. At the time he'd been stumped and figured he'd give her time before revisiting the conversation, seeing her frustrated with herself for crying had him thinking sooner would be better than later. She swiped at her eyes one more time before regaining her composure.

"Don't tell your papa I made you cry or he'll think I was being a buzz kill," he said with an actual pout, oh how she loved this man. She let out a light chuckle before motioning that her lips were sealed. Mid-chuckle her father went to grab her in a headlock but she was able to grab his lead arm, twist it behind his back and put enough pressure on his joint to compromise his body's positioning to her liking which led to him being bent over the trunk. He let out a laugh of his own before tapping her hand indicating that he was submitting. They both bowed in respect but before she could react her father had her over his shoulder like a sack. She twisted and turned trying to get out of his hold but he just let out a deep bellowing laugh and used little strength to maintain his hold long enough to playfully open her door and toss her in the backseat. When Leroy slid into the passenger seat Hiram wasted no time reprimanding them.

"Must you two treat our luxury car like a toy?" They both said nothing as they made their eyes wide and innocent. He looked at them both with narrowed eyes before letting out an exaggerated huff and starting the car; no one was immune to the Berry's puppy eyes, especially Hiram. Rachel let a satisfied grin slip-out, and Leroy leaned across the center console to give Hiram a kiss on the cheek and just like that all transgressions were forgiven.

That was Rachel's last good moments with her fathers, the last moment she had with them was horrific and still haunted her dreams most nights.

The bell ringing above the door to the diner broke her out of her reverie. Quinn's shift was done for the night. Rachel put her helmet on and braced herself to accelerate; she always started the engine before Quinn exited in order to minimize her exposure. The black and chrome KTM 390 Duke that she herself refurbished and customized, could be inconspicuous but igniting it after Quinn was already outside would be a dead giveaway.

Quinn stayed in a less than desirable part of Lima and when Rachel found out she took it upon herself to try and look after the girl. It wasn't hard to hang around and figure out her schedule. No, it was hard to follow her and make sure Quinn got home safely. Sometimes she had to cover her bike and trail Quinn on foot along with whoever else was walking or looting around that time of night. She really didn't want to be all Edward stalking bella-ish but she hadn't worked up the courage to actually engage Quinn in conversation and let her know that someone cared about her and Beth. From what she could see no one was making and effort, not even her so called best friends. Holly Holiday of all people babysat for Quinn when she worked but beyond her Rachel hadn't seen anyone else coming and going, and just to reiterate she really wasn't trying to be stalkerish! She was just aware that it was a gang affiliated area and she'll be damned if something happens to her possible person; and don't be judgmental, she started indulging in Netflix and Grey's Anatomy made her bite her lip a little when Christina told Meredith she was her person and like who gives a fuck if it wasn't in a romantic way, Rachel wanted to have her cake and eat it too.

Before she knew it she was parking her bike on the street opposite of Quinn's apartment while still keeping said girl in her site. When her bike was parked she trailed Quinn on the opposite side of the street keeping her distance until Quinn climbed the stair's leading to her apartment but, right before she went inside she paused and looked in Rachel's direction luckily, Rachel was quicker than most. Turning her body she easily blended into the shadow of the lamppost illuminating the street and casting enough light to hide her sillahuette. After a few beats she peeked out in just enough time to see Quinn enter her suite. She glanced down at her watch and as usual she had enough time to wait and see to it that Holly got to her car safely. After Holly got into her car she made the trek back to her bike at a quick pace with her head down. Yea she could handle herself but on this side of town she'd never intentionally go looking for trouble.

Once she was back on her bike her mind wondered over the events of the past few months, everything was so surreal. She made it to her destination on autopilot, mind blank. Away from watching over Quinn she was different, less attached and it wasn't going to change anytime soon, especially here. Pulling up and parking next to a familiar pick-up truck she turned her baby off and removed her helmet. As soon as she was off of her bike the owner of the pick-up stepped out as well.

"Shark-bait, " he addressed her with a nod and a term of endearment that only he had rights to. She smirked a little before responding.

"Pegasus," she greeted back with a teasing glint in her eyes. She was gifted with a middle finger in return as usual but they both knew she would never stop calling him that. When she found out David Karofsky was gay, she was understanding, empathetic, and then a huge asshole most of the time, purely out of love. She told him Pegasus from Hercules was the closest thing to a male unicorn they'd get and that's who he's been every since. He figured she owed him a bit of teasing, which is all it was, but he also learned not to let Rachel watch Disney movies when she was shitfaced. The girl either giggled like crazy or got pissed off at the unrealistic happy endings.

"Your mind right?" he asked as they stepped into the warehouse that housed fight club two nights a week. He was the only one that knew where she was coming from and that was because he quilted it out of her one night after they'd both gotten too drunk and a little sentimental.

"Fuck you" she replied without a glance in his direction. Yea, he grinned internally she was ready.

People eyed the duo warily but automatically parted to let them through to the sign-in table. They both removed fifty dollars from their wallets before approaching Rex and checking in. They were both one-hundred percent sure his name wasn't Rex but the jagged scar that adorned half of his face stretching form the top of his forehead down and across his eye kept them from exchanging anything more than pleasantries whenever they signed in before scurrying away.

"Iyyye, well if it isn't the dynamic duo, Ursa Minor and Gretzky," Rex called out as they approached the table. They both retuned the greeting with a nod hoping not to prolong the interaction. They both signed in with their fighting names and paid their cover fee with Rex's creepy smile burned into their retinas as they walked away.

"It's like having Freddy Krueger caress you with his eyes," Rachel murmured as they walked away to secure a corner and warm up. She received a snort in return and David had to actually restrain himself from laughing out loud, it was something they didn't do while they were in the zone but his eyes were alight with amusement.

Rachel removed her motorcycle boots and black cargo pants before also removing her faux leather jacket leaving her in black spandex shorts and a black tank top. Dave removed his own faux leather jacket and sports flip flops leaving him in a black V-neck and loose fitting sweat pants. They took turns wrapping each other's hands and ankles. Rachel used black hand-wrap on her left hand, and gold on her right hand in memoriam of her time training with her father. Dave kept it simple using red for his hands because it's been his favorite color since he saw Superman's cape.

They both helped the other stretch and then spar a little in order to warm up.

It didn't take long for Jake, the man who actually commissioned this particular fight-club to step into the ring to announce the rules.

"Well I think it's pretty clear that if you're looking for book club you're in the wrong bloody place," his Irish accent bleed through as he walked the length of the ring meeting various fighter's eyes. "If you were hoping to learn how to knit," he gave a pregnant pause before continuing," my grandmamma just started up a club at her retirement home and there's a flyer on the back wall with all the information," he pointed in the direction of the only bulletin board adoring the wall by the exit. No one dared laugh and Rachel could already see which newbie's were faltering under Jake's glare which would lead to them signing up before they left in order to please him and his grandmother. "Now," he said with a clap of his hands, "Rules."

"The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club.

The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club!

Third rule of Fight Club: if someone yells, "stop! Goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over.

Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight, or lady," he said with a wink he Rachel's direction making some of the other unacknowledged females bristle.

"Fifth rule: one fight at a time.

Sixth rule: the fights are bare knuckle. No shirt, no shoes, no weapons.

Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to.

The eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight."

Rachel closed her eyes and drowned out the rest of Jake's speech that she'd heard many times before. Instead she heard the screech of tires and gunshots. She could feel the hair on her arms and the back of her neck stand up. Right before she started to hear her father's voices the bell rang signaling the start of the first fight, effectively pulling her away from her memories and causing her to open her eyes and reacquaint herself with her current surroundings. Her heart was beating faster than before and her fists were clenched. Whoever stepped in the ring with her tonight was in trouble.

Tonight wasn't a night for the atonement of pass transgressions.

No, tonight was about exercising demons.

As usual let me know what you guys think! My stories are un-betaed so, your criticism is greatly appreciated. Float on.