A/N: sorry for the delay! My dad got home Friday instead of Sunday which was awesome! :) So all family members are safely home. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this!

The summer breeze brushed by my face as I stared into her brown eyes, the bright blue sky framing her face beautifully, and I wished I didn't have to leave her again. Two months, that's how long I've been home until I was called up and given another tour. It killed me to have to leave so soon after our engagement. And now standing on the landing bay, I dreaded leaving even more. Sighing, I placed my duffel bag on the ground and stepped up to her. Placing my hands on her cheeks I lifted her eyes up to mine and said, "I'll be home soon. And as soon as I do, we'll get married. Alright? I promise." Nodding slowly, she continued to stare at me, silently pleading me to stay and not go. Cracking a small smile, I rubbed our noses together. "I love you. And I'll be back in a couple months. It's no time at all, Rach. Sixty days is nothing compared to a lifetime with you."

I nudged her nose again before mashing our lips together. Our lips memorized and savored until I heard the plane's engine starting up behind me. Breaking the kiss, I placed a few more kisses against her lips before leaning down to pick up my bag. She then grabbed my arm and pulled me into a hug, causing me to drop my bag back to the concrete. My shirt collected her tears as she held me close to her. Lifting my arms, I wrapped them around her, trying to offer some form of comfort. "Just be safe, Quinn. Because I love you so much, and I need you more than anything."

"I love you too, Rachel. Don't worry; you'll see me again before you know it." I squeezed her and placed a soft kiss against her cheek before pulling apart. "I gotta go, now." Picking up my bag I quickly ducked my head and placed a soft kiss against her lips. Turning around I began to walk towards the aircraft that was waiting. "I'll see you soon!" I called out to her and gave her one of my charming smiles, which caused her to smile in return.

My eyes snapped open as soon as I felt ice cold water being dumped on top of me. The water ran down my face and body, somewhat erasing the sweat, blood, and dirt away. The light that was in the room before was gone. And I was now alone with the man who would beat me until I screamed. Time was gone, as was the days. Was day was it? Saturday? No…They attacked on a Tuesday. But how long was I unconscious? How long were the beating anyway? God, why is this happening to me? Who knew that Rachel's bad feeling was accurate for once?

Rachel. Damn, she must think I'm dead by now. Surely there was something in the news? There had to be, right? God, I hope Santana is looking out for her…

Squinting my eyes through the darkness I saw him talking on the phone while staring down at me. I'm sure I looked horrendous. I could feel that the left side of my face was all swollen, my wrists were completely chaffed and I'm sure my knees we completely black from kneeling on them for God knows how long. Hearing him snap the phone shut I braced myself for whatever was to come.

I watched as he reached into his pocket and removed a pair of gardening sheers. Standing up straight he stared down at me and said, "Tell us what we need to know and we'll let you go."

Eyeing the tool in his hand, I felt my heart beat increase as he twirled it in his hand, waiting for me to say or do something. I knew Rachel would kill me for this, but I firmly shook my head and said, "I'm not telling you anything." He clicked his tongue and took a step closer so he was completely towering over me. He then grabbed my left hand and placed my ring finger between the two blades of the sheers.

"Last chance to save your finger."

"G-Go to hell…"

Then I felt the blades puncture my skin, and then there was more weight behind it and I heard a crack as the bone was snapped in half. A scream passed through my lips and it felt like my nerves were on fire and I felt the blood trailing down my arm to my elbow and bicep. I heard the man's footsteps then the door open and close, leaving me alone once again.

With the cool crimson blood trailing down my arm and over my hands, I felt hatred like none other consume me and all I wanted was to rip these stupid chains off and get the hell away from this shithole. They just cut off my finger and it's only been, damn, I don't even know how long it's been. All I know is that I'm sick of this place, and I want nothing more than to go home to Rachel and have her hold me like she would after every other tour of mine. The image of Rachel's bright face consumed my mind and I couldn't hold it in any longer. So I screamed! I screamed for Rachel, for this insanity to stop, for someone to let me go, for God to show mercy on me for once and help me, and for my own anguish. I screamed until my lungs gave out and then I cried, wanting this nightmare to end, before passing out from complete exhaustion and the loss of blood.

Again, I didn't know what day or what time it was when I started to stir back into consciousness. But I did know that something was different; instead of being harshly woken like before someone was stroking my cheek for me to wake up. Opening my eyes slowly I allowed them to adjust to the sunlight and my heart jumped to my throat when I recognized them. An older Finn Hudson was smiling one of his no longer dopey smiles and staring at me. "Quinn," he sighed. "We're gonna get you out of here and back home to Rachel. But I need you to answer some questions for me first, alright?"

My heart pounded in my chest. This was actually happening, I was being rescued by non-other than my old friend from high school, whom I had no idea was even in the service. Tears welled in my eyes as I stared into his brown, kind eyes. I nodded and he asked in a hushed voice, "When were you born?"

"March 21st…1994."

He smiled in approval before moving unto the next question, "What's your mother's name?"

"Judith Fabray."

Again he smiled, before saying, "Good, now let's get you out of this hellhole."

With that he had one of fellow comrades cut through the metal chains holding my wrists and I collapsed into his waiting arms. He looped one of his arms under my legs and the other around my back before picking me up and carrying me out of the building bridal style. My head rested against his shoulder as he sat down in the chopper that was waiting for us. One thought ran through my mind as I began to drift off to sleep in Finn's arms. I was going home.

A/N: I know it was short, but I wanted to give you guys something. And I think Cory would look hot in a uniform! :) Thoughts? Leave a review!