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 this is kind of an intense response, loosely based on experiences I've shared with other people who've been unfortunate enough to experience such horrid things. Seemed kinda appropriate for such an intense character to have an intense response. Also I want to say thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, added and everything else with this story it really means a lot to me, I didn't think anyone would read it when I first started it. So thank you all. There's no question this time round at the end of the piece but feel free to keep sending answers to the questions in previous chapter - it's really helpful!
Warning: Contains self-harm references.
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.
She waited until she heard the water running through the pipes before going outside. Putting the door on the latch she shut the door with more force than necessary.
Hearing the thud of the front door her muscles relaxed. Finally she was alone. She placed the cleaning kit she'd prepared in the shower before stripping and getting in.
Outside in the cool evening breeze the blonde found herself needing comfort, the sight of what the infamous Rachel "I'm a star" Berry had become ever since she had started to change saddened Quinn in a way she couldn't quite understand, surely she should be happy that the starlet was less intense and abrasive. She fished her phone out of her pocket and dialled the number of the one person who could offer her the comfort she so desperately needed.
"Hello?"
"Hey Puck."
"Quinn, how's it going?"
"It's not. Not at the moment. How is she?"
"She's good. I just put her to bed."
"It's late."
"Yeah well apparently she's a mama's girl."
The blonde smiled, "I always thought she was daddy's little girl."
"She is, but she's definitely easier when her mom is here."
"Puck, what am I doing? There's no way I'm going to get her to talk."
"Yes you will."
"She's so closed off around me. I mean after all I've put her through it makes sense. Maybe I should've got one of the other girls to try."
"You'll get her to open up."
"I don't know."
"Hey, remember when you decided not to give Beth up and how everyone thought it was a bad idea. They all said you wouldn't be able to do it and look at you now, you're an amazing mom."
"Thanks Puck," the sincerity in her voice carried strong.
"Besides you're Quinn fucking Fabray, since when have you just rolled over and given up?"
"You're right. I can do this."
"Exactly. Ah damn, look I gotta go," Quinn could hear wailing in the background, "your daughter needs her diaper changing."
"Why is she always my daughter when she needs changing?"
"Cos she's mine whenever she's being cute," Puck laughed.
"Bye Puck."
"Laters."
Quinn raked a hand through her gold locks and let out a breath. It's now or never.
She crept inside the house and up the stairs. The door to Rachel's room was open and for a moment she was tempted to sit on the bed and wait there but she thought better off it and sat in the hallway.
The house was silent with the exception of the sounds coming from the bathroom. She had been sat waiting for almost an hour, fighting the urge to walk into the bathroom. It had started off quietly, barely carrying over the sound of water rushing from the showerhead but now it almost drowned the other noise and the sobs flooded her senses. She wanted to offer the other girl comfort but she knew she just couldn't barge in on her while she was in the shower.
The blonde contemplated going back outside and calling Puck again, she had been waiting for an hour and there was no indication of the shower ending soon. She was roused from her thoughts by the definitive thud of a body collapsing against tile.
She ran into the bathroom, freezing for a moment as she looked at the crumpled mess behind glass doors, each sob slamming into her.
"Oh my God Rachel," panic resonated through her soft voice.
The smaller girl continued sobbing. Her arm moving frantically, she did nothing to acknowledge her name or that someone else was in the room with her.
Quinn opened the shower door and knelt down, "Rachel?" she reached for the other girls moving arm and pulled it towards her, "Rachel stop." She managed to pry the object that was being worked against skin from the sobbing girls hand and tossed it on the floor. She pulled the naked form of the girl against her body and gently wrapped her arms around her, "Rachel, talk to me." She looked down at the body pressed against hers, what she saw truly horrified her, "Oh God, Rachel what did you do?" she forced out of her throat.
"I can't get him off me," she spoke into the fabric of the blonde's shirt, "Quinn I can't get him off."
"Shh, it's ok sweetie," her hand delicately rubbed the exposed girls back, "everything is gonna be ok."
Glancing around the bathroom she noted the towel in arms reach, "It's ok, shh," she stopped the comforting movement and grabbed the towel, awkwardly folding it with one hand so that it was one long strip, "Rachel I need to put this on your leg ok?"
Rachel didn't move, she continued to sob into Quinn's top until the material of the towel came to rest between her thighs and she was silent, holding her breath.
"Rachel it's ok, it's just me. I need to put the towel there to slow the bleeding, it's just me."
Rachel's eyes were locked on the hands resting on the towel, until they pulled away and resumed stroking her back.
"Why can't I get him off me? I just want him off me," the diva cried, "I cant get him off me."
"Shh, it's ok. We're gonna fix this," she soothed, "I'm just going to call for some help ok?"
The blonde's words fell on deaf ears, the distraught girl was lost somewhere in her thoughts. Clinging to Quinn's shirt as she chanted, "I can't get him off me, I just want him off me," over and over.
She was glad her phone was in her dry pocket, she dialled the number for reinforcements.
"You need to get here quick."
"Wait slow down, what's wrong?"
"Bring the first aid kit that's in the trunk."
"Seriously you're worrying me now. What's wrong? What can't she get off?"
"Mercedes!"
"I'm at the car already. I'll be there soon."
"Hurry," she didn't wait for a response before she hung up.
"It's gonna be ok sweetie," she pulled Rachel closer, carefully avoiding the freshly damaged skin and slowly rocked her, "it's going to be ok, we'll help you. I promise."
God please let me wrong. Please don't tell me what I think this is happened to her.
They sat on the floor together, the spray of the shower the only noise outside of sobs and hushed words of comfort as they rocked.
