"Oh come on!" Quinn screeched throwing her phone against the wall of the half empty room she was trying to leave, "Why won't anyone answer?" She began to reassemble the phone, which had fallen apart. She had thrown it against that wall almost every day for months. Running her fingers oven the impression the phone left in the wall, she ran down her contact list to Finn's number, the last in her contact list because after he hurt Rachel the last time she put a "z" in front of his name.

"Quinn?"

"Hey, I need a ride." She stated sharply.

"Really? Babe, that's so not how you ask your boyfriend to take you somewhere." He flirted.

"Boy- Finn we are not together. We haven't been together for months!" she sighed. "Can you just, give me a ride please?"

"Yeah I'll give you a ride," his voice deepened, " but Quinn, We will always be together." He could almost hear her eyes widen in fear. Smirking, he continued, "I'm on my way."

She shook How could he not be over this yet? I mean, yeah, he was totally in love with me but how? Maybe I shouldn't have called him. Last time he gave me a ride-

"Ready to go?" Finn smiled at the blonde in front of him who nodded stepping into the car. "So where should we go Friday?"

"What?" Quinn laughed.

"On our date."

Date," she paused making a thinking face, "I have no idea what you're talking about, Finn." She laughed, "We aren't together. Ha! We aren't even talking!"

Suddenly Finn's face changed. He pulled the car off the road and looked deep into Quinn's hazel eyes, "We will always be together."

"Finn, I'm seeing someone." She shrank into the seat avoiding his gaze.

"Yeah, me."

"Not you, Finn." His eyes hardened. Slamming the car into gear, he began driving, fast. "Finn, you missed my turn." Quinn said turning around and point toward her street.

"You aren't going home yet. My parents and Kurt aren't home and we need to talk."

"My dad he really needs me home." She lied.

"Too bad." He pulled into his driveway. "Get out."

She did as she was told and walked into the house, "Okay, what did you want to talk abou-" He shoved her against a wall, forcing his tongue into her mouth before she could finish her sentence. Quinn squirmed beneath him while trying to break his grasp on her neck. "Finn, what the fuck!"

He smirked and threw her on the ground and planted himself firmly on top of her. "We are together." He pinned her wrists to the ground above her head with one hand. He slid his other had up her torso, "Puck shouldn't have ruined your body." He noted touching the place where her abs had once been.

"Finn stop!" She screamed. "What are you doing?"

"Reminding you who you belong to." He placed his free hand on the top of her inner thigh.

"I do not belong to you! I don't belong to anyone! I'm not a fucking doll!" She screamed throwing him off of her. She scrambled to her feet making a break for the door. Finn, however, got there first. Right I can't out run the quarterback of the football team. She reminded herself.

"Who are you cheating on me with?"

"It's not cheating because we aren't together." She glared.

In one swift move he had her on the ground yet again, "Who is he?" Finn pressed.

"It isn't a he." She spat. As if on cue Kurt walked into the room.

"What the Gaga is going on?" He gasped see Quinn on the floor.

She watched as Finn pulled into the drive, taking in a deep breath to shake off the memory that still plagued her, thank Gaga for Kurt' impeccable timing.

"Ready to go?" Finn beamed.

"Yeah, take me to Rachel's house." Quinn smiled.

"You mean the Berry's house. Rachel won't be there Q." Finn corrected sadly.

"Right."

"Why do you have all that stuff?"

"My dad kicked me out, Mr. Berry said I could stay there."

"Oh, I don't think you should impose on them right now." Finn put in quickly

"They offered. Let's go. I don't want to be near this house right now," she paused, "or ever again."

"Why did he kick you out?" Finn questioned as he pulled the car out of the drive way.

"I told him about me and Rachel."

Finn laughed, "What about you and Rachel?" He asked defensively.

"That we are, in love. He said Rachel deserved to die for being a Dyke, a Jew and having gay dads. I defended her and it just went downhill from there." Finn looked angry but Quinn didn't notice and continued. "I love her so much, I refuse to believe to believe she's gone until I see that she is gone." Quinn reached into her purse, "I want to show you something." She grabbed her wallet and pulled out a picture and a letter. "Rachel's dad took this Saturday morning before we left for breakfast." The picture was of Quinn and Rachel kissing and holding hands. "It was a quick kiss, I have no idea how he got such a good shot with that old camera."

"You were in love." He corrected.

"Like I said I won't believe it until I see it." She shrugged"I'm not taking you to the Berry's house." Finn stated plainly, keeping his eyes on the road in front of them.

"They're expecting me." Remaining calm was proving to be an issue for the ex-cheerleader. She knew calling Finn was a terrible idea, but she also knew she had no other choice. Her parents had refused to let her take the car and no one else even bothered to answer their phones.

"That doesn't matter. Call and say you found another place to stay."

"I want to stay at their house. I- I need to. "The air in the car instantly tensed when Finn tightened his grip on the wheel. She pressed on, "I understand you still love me and I love you," he relaxed. Good he's calming down. "But I still need to talk to Joey and Leo, I know no one knew but Rachel and I were close. I need to be sure her dads are okay."

"I see, we'll go see them together." Finn's demeanor seemed to change instantly back to his normal happy self. "That way I can see if they need you to stay or not."

"Great!" Quinn lied. Come on, let your house be totally destroyed or something.

Finn, who had never seen Rachel's house despite having dated her, was in awe. He figured her house would be overly gaudy. "Are you sure this is where Rachel lived?"

"Lives," Quinn corrected, "and yes I am. Isn't anything like you expected is it? Did you expect three stories, a massive pool, and a hot pink paint job?" Quinn laughed when he nodded. "I did too, actually I'm surprised you never saw it, you two dated a million times." Laughing again, "I mean even Puck saw it!"

Finn looked displeased. "I see."

"Come on, let's go in." Quinn laughed, masking her fear. They walked up the stone pathway up to the door.

"Aren't you going to knock?"

"The Berry men don't answer the door, either you know them and come in, or you don't so you leave."

"Hmm." He mused as they entered the Berry household. The house was a disaster, papers tossed all around the rooms, trash scattered across the kitchen, and this was totally unlike the Berrys. As they walked further into the house Finn noticed her house was really two stories although it looked like one. There was a first story and a basement. Rachel's parents had let her have the basements as a bedroom.

"Joey? Leo?" Quinn called.

"In here Quinnie," Leo bellowed back. "Who brought you?"

"I did." Finn knew one of Rachel's dads was black, but he didn't expect him to be that black.

"Who are you exactly?" Leo stood up to greet the boy who only felt threatened by his size.

"Finn, Finn Hudson." He stuttered.

"Finn. Why does that name sound familiar?" Leo asked looking at Quinn.

"He used to date-"

"Out," Leo cut her off, "get out of my house. Now. You hurt my daughter a million times and you never apologized get out!"

"I was a million times nicer to her than Quinn has ever been!" Finn protested.

"Quinn has proven to us and to Rachel time and time again that she is sorry. Which wasn't easy." Leo continued pointing at the door. "I'll get Quinn's things from your car."

"I don't think it's a good idea for Quinn to stay here."

"Oh is that so?" Leo was clearly annoyed with the boy, "Quinn, do you wish to stay here?" She nodded. "It's settled. She's staying here and you are leaving."

"Give me one reason I should go."

"I'll call the police."

A smile that could disturb the devil himself spread across the boy's face. "I'll leave, but I'll be back for Quinn later." He turned abruptly and left. Leaving Rachel's loved ones in his wake.

The Day before….

Finn laid in bed the night before Rachel "disappeared" thinking back on the happenings of the last year. Once upon a time, we were happy, really happy. I thought Quinn was all I would ever need. We were having a baby, or so I thought at the time, we were popular, Quinn ran the school and everything was fine. Then Prom happened. That's what fucked everything up, prom and that girl. I should never have let her help me pick out that damn corsage. Word to the wise never let Rachel Barbra Berry help you with your girl. She'll steal her right out from under you.

Prom, HA! I should have noticed as soon as we got there. I mean, hell, I knew they were becoming friends, but damn I didn't know Quinn would want to dance with Rachel. Especially while I wasn't singing! Santana was singing "Song bird" SONG MOTHERFUCKING BIRD! A love song! Can you believe my girl wanted to dance with Rachel Berry during a LOVE SONG! Ha! Clue number one!

Then Jesse had to go and get all handsy with Rachel. I had to stop that, but not for the reasons anyone thought. No one noticed Quinn tell me that Rachel didn't want him touching her. I was just trying to protect Quinn's new 'friend'. I don't think Quinn meant for me to get kicked out, I bet Rachel was happy about it though. I bet Rachel was ecstatic that her and my Quinn were both suddenly dateless. I heard that Tina was in the bathroom and she heard Quinn slap Rachel. Rachel just didn't take the hint.

Quinn blew off our after prom plans to sleep over at Rachel's because she felt so bad. She neglected to tell me why, but I thought nothing of it. Poor, Quinn, so confused by Rachel, my Quinn is so easily influenced. I worry for her.

That Rachel, she so self-centered, Quinn deserves to be the focus of the relationship, of our relationship. I warned Rachel, just like I did Puck. He didn't listen and neither did she. But a little cut won't stop her. I'll have to hurt her way worse. Cut much deeper. How will I get her alone. I'll follow her, maybe she'll go for a late night run or be sent for veggie take out. I'll get her alone. Maybe I'll romance her a bit first. See if I can get her to dump Quinn. Give her one last chance. After all Quinn loves Glee and Rachel is needed for Glee to be successful. I'll give her an extra chance.

Finn was so caught up in his planning he was unaware that he was talking aloud. What's more, he was unaware of the ears listening in. Ears that knew everything about McKinley High, Ears that liked to share everything about McKinley High, but this time these Ears would not share what they heard. The ears thought the boy was angry and venting to the air surrounding him. Not actually plotting hurting Rachel, only venting.

The ears of Kurt Hummel were shocked in Glee the next day. Rachel was supposedly dead, and The Unholy Trinity of Cheerios were definitely acting weird about it, Quinn was sobbing, Santana was threatening, and Brittany was being, well Brittany about the whole thing. She wasn't smart, but she could read people like open books, even if the people had steel chains around said books. The owner of the ears were staring at Finn; he was putting on a magnificent performance. No one would suspect what he had done or what the ears thought he had done. Kurt watched his step-brothers face through the entire day. He watched it look solemn as Quinn ran out crying, defensive as Santana threatened, grateful as Brittany comforted, but mostly smug as no one caught on to him.