Summary: Rachel has a secret and Quinn has figured it out - but will Quinn use this knowledge to exact revenge on Rachel for telling Finn that Puck was really the father or will she use her own experiences to help. WARNING - language and sexual content in the form of rape, also at some point possible reference to self-harm.
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn (friendship, could lead to more)
Notes: Ok so the first chapter of this was just something I randomly had stuck in my head, I didn't really like it very much but apparently you guys do for which I am very grateful. Now this chapter was kinda difficult for me to write, I usually prefer to write monologues or duologues when it comes to dialogue but what with Glee club having 12 members and Mr. Schue on top I can't really neglect the rest of the group.
Disclaimer: I own nothings, but the random ramblings of which occur in my brain. Glee and any other copyrighted content used belongs to their respective owners.
Rachel had spent the rest of the day successfully avoiding Quinn, but despite her success at avoiding the blonde she still plagued her thoughts.
She knows! How can she know? She wasn't even there that day. I haven't told a single soul, how can she know? Ok, calm down. She doesn't know, she can't know. You've done everything right. You've still got time to figure out how to manage this thing. There's no way she can possibly know.
Quinn knew she was being avoided. Every time she had caught a glimpse of the diva she would miraculously vanish.
She can't hide from me forever. I need a plan, think Q think. She cant avoid me all day, we've got Glee practice today and all Hell would freeze over before she skipped out on a Glee practice. Too many people, there's no way I'll get her to talk there. Think Quinn! I could always try to grab her after practice…Puck! Of course, why didn't I think about him before?
Glee had arrived all too quickly for Rachel, she knew that she'd no longer be able to avoid Quinn or the memories she'd been trying so desperately to ignore since her encounter with the blonde. When she entered the room she was split in two when she saw the girl in question talking in hushed voices with Puck and Mercedes. One part of her wanted to heave a huge sigh of relief, Quinn was too busy to question her. The other part of her wanted to turn on the spot and run anywhere that wasn't here.
"Right guys we've only got a short time left to prepare for the assembly next week." Mr. Schuester sought out Rachel and looked her straight in the eye. "Principal Figgins has kindly given you all a second chance. Now I'm trusting each and everyone of you, I don't want a repeat performance of last time, understood?"
The group nodded and uttered feeble words of compliance.
"Good then let's get cracking. Rachel I want to work on your solo today, I think we should thicken it up around the chorus so I want to trying backing with Tina and Quinn."
The group held its breath, waiting for the pint sized diva to erupt in a tirade of how she could carry the song by herself and then storm out of the room.
"Ok."
"Ok? Right, everyone else I want you to pay close attention. I want your feedback."
Mercedes turned in her seat so that she was facing Quinn as she whispered, "You gotta do it this weekend."
Quinn's response was a subtle nod as she made her way to the front to stand with Mr. Schuester and Tina.
Everyone was still, confused as to why she hadn't moved. Instead she just sat there unblinking, tired eyes lost as she stared into a different time.
"Rachel?" Mr. Schuester called tentatively.
"I think she's broken" Finn voiced nervously.
"She ain't broken," Puck snapped, "she's just…lost in her thoughts."
"Rachel?" Mr. Schuester carefully nudged the starlets elbow.
Rachel jumped up, knocking her chair backwards. Her words rushed off the tip of her tongue before she had the chance to form a coherent thought, "It's my fault. I'm sorry."
"Rachel, why don't you go sit in my office a minute?"
The shell that was once Rachel Barry nodded and slunk off to Mr. Schuesters office.
"Ok guys, keep practicing the group piece for now. Quinn, Tina have a look through the song and see if you agree with the parts I've chosen to thicken."
"Sure Mr. Schue."
Everyone knew that no one would be rehearsing, they were all either too concerned or too intrigued as to what was wrong with their star.
Mr. Schuester entered his office and began to close the door, when a tiny voice spoke, "Mr Schue, could we maybe leave the door open?"
"Are you sure Rachel? That doesn't offer you much privacy."
"I think I-I'd feel better if the door was open."
The teacher looked at his pupil in confusion, "I'm not going to ask you what's wrong anymore, I understand that some things you can't just tell people but I want you to know that if you're having any problems or just need someone to talk to you can talk to me ok?"
"Ok."
"I want you to do me a favour. I want you to go see Miss Pilsbury on Monday ok?"
All the frightened girl can do is nod.
"I think maybe we should call it a day. Are your dads picking you up?"
"No, they're away this weekend."
"Would you like me to see if anyone would give you a lift home?"
"That won't be necessary Mr. Schue, I'm fine. Thank you though. I drove to school today, Daddy gave me his car for the weekend."
"Ok then if you're sure you're ok to drive?"
"It's not very far and I'm feeling much better now."
The pair left his office, Rachel went to grab her bag and leave, while he announced that they were done for the day, "Have a great weekend everybody."
Puck approached Rachel slowly as though she was a wild animal that would scare easy and placed his hand around her wrist to stop her before she dashed out of the room.
Her voice was a hoarse whisper, a stark contrast to any tone any of them had ever heard from her before, "Please let go of my wrist."
"I don't think it's a good idea for you to drive, why don't I give you a ride home? You can come get your car tomorrow."
She squirmed awkwardly under his grasp, fearful eyes threatening tears, "Noah please," her pleas are barely audible whispers, "let me go."
He did as she asked and watched helplessly as she ran out of the building, "What the hell was all that about?"
Kurt spoke for the first time since their star had begun to unravel in front of them, "I have no idea but that was most certainly not the usual dramatic styling's of one Miss Rachel Berry."
"Something's wrong with the girl," Mercedes looked over at Quinn, "it has to be this weekend."
Quinn nodded, her face blank in comparison to thoughts running through her mind at ridiculous speeds, "You're wrong, it has to be tonight."
Attention: Ok guys and girls, what do you think? When it comes to this story I'd like as much reader feedback as possible as there are still a few things I'm unclear of myself, so keep and eye out for questions at the bottom of chapters, you can help create this story.
Just to get you all started - do you think gave up her baby for adoption or did she keep it?