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She walked back into the driveway, seeing no cars parked there. She was curious for a few seconds before she remembered that Burt and Carol Hudson were away on their honeymoon, and Kurt was hanging out with Mercedes for the night, having just come from there herself. Taking her key, she went up to the door, unlocking it, entering the house which was completely dark. Hanging her keys up on the hook, she went into the kitchen, grabbing a cup out of the cabinet, and the pitcher of water out of the refrigerator. She began to pour her cup, bringing the cup to her mouth, but before she could get any of the refreshing, cold water into her mouth, she felt strong hands turning her around, gripping her shoulders.

"Finn, what are you d—"she was silenced as he forced his lips on hers. He began running his hands along her side, before she pushed him away, wiping her mouth, and looking down at the floor. The glass cup shattered, and the water was spilled all over the floor.

He watched as his girlfriend went to grab paper towel to clean up the spill, following her and trapping her in the corner where two of the counters met. Pressing himself up against her, voice spewing venom, he whispered harshly in her ear, "Aww, what's the matter, Rachel, get dehydrated after cheating on me with that worthless whore?"

The girl struggled to get out from the closed in situation, but that only made him press in further, "Finn, I have no idea what you're talking about, I was over with Ku-"

"Shut up, just shut up! You're a lying bitch, and you've been lying to me for the past two weeks, ever since you kissed that good-for-nothing piece of trash, Quinn Fabray." She was completely speechless, she hadn't seen a soul anywhere when she left the choir room, and school had been over for a good hour. The only people who had been left in the building were the teachers and the Glee kids, whom had left the room.

"Yeah, didn't think that anyone was around, huh? Thought you could slut it up with that blonde bitch, and have me be none the wiser, huh? Well, the only problem with that flawed logic is that I went to my History teacher to check if he was still there, but he wasn't. So I walked back past the choir room, about to head out, and was even thinking of buying you a card or something, cause you know, that's what boyfriends do, they do nice things just because. Well, when I walked past the choir room, I just so happened to lift my head looking in that direction, and I stopped right there in my tracks."

Rachel was crying at this point, knowing exactly what was coming next, "You two were all over each other. I thought about going in there, dragging you off somewhere, and taking care of things right then, but then I thought, 'You know what, let it go, man. She'll apologize, it's in her nature.' So I did, for then at least. Not until after I slammed the entrance door on my way out. I would've loved to have seen you two jump like you probably did, thinking that you got caught. But I got something better. You see, this little voice that I've been listening a lot to lately, told me to stick around, keep an eye on the hallway. Sure enough, I see you poking your stupid fucking head out, looking around the hallway to see where the noise had come from. Knowing you, you were probably on Brittany's train of thought, pondering some stupid shit like, "Maybe riverkirbys aren't just something that Brittany's somewhat confused mind thought up. I mean, she said that 'they're known to be very disruptive creatures, having potential to cause shifts in planned events'. Well, you know what, even though Brittany is the Luna Lovegood of this school, she was right on the money here. Wanna know why? Well it's cause I'm the fucking riverkirby here, I guess you could say. Cause you two probably were planning on going all the way in that choir room, huh? Too bad I slammed that door and scarred the shit out of you. Well you want to know something, Rachel…you should be scarred right now. I hope that you're fucking terrified." He finished his rant, taking one hand off of the counter, leaning to the right to substitute for the lack of cover. He reached up, sliding his hand under her shirt, grasping at the bra strap, ripping it without the slightest of effort.

'Oh, god, oh my god' is all that was going through Rachel's head, "F-F-Finn, you d-d-don't know what ha-happened in there. I st-st-stopped because of you, beca-because I was with yu-y-you!" she knew he was beyond reasoning with, but she had to try.

Not wanting to hear anymore from her, he threw her to the floor, bringing his leg back, and kicking her in the side, knocking the wind out of her lungs. He used that time to tear her shirt off, then began on her shorts, before she started squirming again. He tore a few holes in her shorts during the scuffle, before giving up on them, telling himself he would worry about them later, as he mounted her, capturing her small wrists and tying a trash bag around them. With her hands out of the way, he wound up, and slapped her square in the face, leaving a scolding cheek and a bright red print. He kept his assault going, using one hand to hold them down, now holding a hand over her mouth, as he began to twist one of her nipples, until the pain was evident in her eyes.

'Please god, let this work'

She opened her mouth, biting down on his hand, and as he brought his hand up, along with the other to hold it, she connected with the side of his face, her tied together hands acting as a club. Bringing herself to her knees, she beat down on his chest repeatedly, grabbed a piece of the glass cup that had fallen earlier, and stabbed him in both of his legs, then used the glass to free her hands. "You twisted fucking psychopath, Quinn was right about you."

Not wanting to be in there one more second than necessary, she grabbed her bra and began to make her way out of the house. Just to make sure that he wouldn't be coming after her, she grabbed the piece of glass, went outside, and slashed his tires. She threw the glass aside, and began walking. Two minutes passed by before everything caught up to her, as she dropped to her knees on the abandon road, looking up and screaming at the top of her lungs. No words, just emotions.

"Rachel, Rachel, sweetie, wake up" Quinn was by her side, shaking her slightly. She woke up, saw how close the person next to her was, and retreated into the corner of the bed, "Get away from me, Finn! Get away!"

Quinn couldn't help but let out a sob for the poor girl in front of her, "Rachel, honey, it's me, Quinn. I'm here for you."

"Qu-Quinn? Oh, oh god. I saw it all happen again, and it just felt so…. real. It scared me, Quinn!" Rachel immediately burst into tears, flinching as she felt arms wrap around her, but relaxing, as she felt arms wrap around her.

"I got you, don't worry Rach, I got you. I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here for you. He's never going to touch you again." Rachel stiffened, remembering what happened, what he had said to her, what had triggered him to attempt….

"You...it's…your….it's your….IT'S YOUR FAULT!" Quinn had never been happier for the soundproof rooms as she heard the smaller girl start to yell at her, "IF YOU HAD JUST KEPT YOUR DYKE LIPS TO YOURSELF, I WOULD STILL BE WITH HIM RIGHT NOW."

Quinn felt like a knife had pierced her heart when Rachel started to blame her. Still, the head Cheerio wasn't going to give up. Giving up wasn't an option right now. So, she let the girl yell at her all she wanted, doing her best not to let it affect her. After the brunette wore herself out, she broke. "Oh, god, Quinn, why is this all happening?"

"I don't know, sweetie, I just don't know. But you know what I do know? I know that no matter what you go through I'll be right beside you." Quinn gently lifted the girl's chin, getting Rachel to look up and meet her eyes. Something passed through the girls in that moment, forming a bond between the two of them. The tiny diva threw her arm around Quinn, embracing her like her life depended on it, whispering into Quinn's ear, "I keep falling, Quinn. Every time things start to go well for me again and i start to pick myself back up, somehow, I keep falling."

Without missing a beat, Quinn took a deep breath, "And every time you do, I'll be right there behind you. Every time you fall, I'll catch you."

The two stayed locked in their embrace until they slipped into a peaceful sleep.

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The next day, Quinn woke up at 5 o'clock, getting Rachel up, knowing that the teachers get to McKinley at 6 more often than not. "Rachel, are you ok to go to school today?"

Rachel sat quietly for a minute or two, before looking back at her friend, nodding slowly.

"Ok, if you're sure, then go ahead and get ready to head out, cause I'm going to make certain of it that I'm able to accompany you to all of your classes. I don't want that bastard having a single chance to hurt you." With that, Quinn went into the shower, getting prepared for the day in front of them.

They got to the school around 6:15, entering the school, Quinn grabbing Rachel's hand, the spark that shot through the both of them being put on hold for now, as they made their way to Figgin's office.

"Quinn, Rachel, what are you doing here right now? School doesn't start for at least an hour and a half?" The blonde looked at the stingy principal in front of her.

"Ok, here's the deal. Something happened yesterday that I really don't feel comfortable disclosing right now, and I'm going to be following Rachel to all of her classes for the week. After that, I shall go back to the classes that I normally take. I'm currently acing every class here, so I'll be fine academically."

The principal looked at her before sighing, "Quinn, I can't just bend the rules because someone had a bad day. You have to go to your classes as usual."

She looked at him, chortling before replying, "Figgins, if this doesn't happen, then the consequences could be severe. Not for me, but for her." She pointed at the brunette, sitting in a chair, her hands folded on her lap. "Please, I don't know if you're getting how serious I am right now, that this needs to happen."

Figgins sat quietly, before letting out a quiet "Fine."

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The day went by without any problems, even though Finn was in school that day. Everyone noticed, however, that he had crutches with him, looking like he was in pain every time that he went to get up from a chair after a class was over. He also had his hand bandaged.

Rachel and Quinn got to the choir room first, sitting in the corner of the room on the benches, waiting for the big, clumsy man-child to enter the room. As other people came in, they noticed that the two were sitting together like they had been a few weeks ago.

Sure enough, Finn was the last one in, Mr. Schue still making his way from the other end of the school. The entire room gasped when they saw his crutches. Quinn had seen the crutches he was sporting earlier in the day and had asked Rachel what she did to him to make him need the crutches.

"I took a piece of the glass cup I had dropped and stabbed him in his legs, that way he couldn't come after me." She said it as if she was telling Quinn that she had fed a cat because it was hungry. Quinn got why, she knew that it needed to be done. Who knew what he would've done if he had been able to-well, all that matters is he didn't.

Remembering what Rachel had told her, she walked up to Rachel's attacker, slapped him with all her force, kicked his crutches out from under him, and as he fell to the ground, she grabbed duct tape from a table in the room, then turned to Puck, "Noah, listen, and don't question me, please. Go out and stall Schue, I'll explain why later. Don't ask, because I can't tell you right now."

Hearing her use his first name, as she had those weeks ago, he knew something was up. "How long and how far away."

Standing there for a few seconds, she quickly thought up exactly how to buy the time that she needed to get what she wanted to done. "I need you to stall him for a good five minutes, which should be all the time I need."

Noah quickly hopped up out of his chair, looked at Quinn, and slipped into Puck, grinning, "Don't mind all the banging." Then, Noah came back, looked down, focused, and within seconds forced himself to start crying. He stormed out of the room, and sure enough, Will's voice could be heard, "Puck, what's-"

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG.

Everyone jumped at the sound of the lockers being slammed into. Quinn took the moment of shock to grab the duct tape, and place a strip over Finn's mouth. She turned to face the rest of the class, which, with the exception of Rachel, looked at her like she had three heads, "Ok, I know you're all wondering why all of this is happening. First thing that you need to know, is no one is to lay a hand on this young man after I'm finished telling you all what I'm about to. Second thing is, no one is to tell Noah what I tell you right now, or I swear to GOD I will personally slushie you and, if you are in a relationship, your significant other, myself for the rest of your high school days. Now, because we don't have much time, are we all clear on what you will not do?"

The entire class looked like they had seen a ghost, but they all nodded, a collective "Yes" coming out of the group.

Turning to the boy on the floor, whom had backed himself up against the wall, she bent down and whispered in his ear, "You're lucky I want you to live with this entire group knowing just who you really are, or I would've told Noah first, and you know what he would've done. He would have killed you."

Facing the class again, she began, "Now, I know you were all surprised when you saw Rachel and I sitting together, and I want to let you all know why we were. You see, I have been with Rachel all day, following her from class to class, into the ladies room, to make sure she's safe. Why would she need protection, Quinn? I know, I would be thinking it too, so let me show you why. Rachel, if you wouldn't mind coming up, and bringing up the wet paper towel with you, I would like them to see this."

Rachel got up from her seat, holding her side, and she made her way next to Quinn, looking away from Finn. She used the wet paper towel to do what she had known Quinn was going to ask her to do, and wiped the make-up used to cover her black eye.

Everyone gasped, and Quinn turned to them all again, "Now Rachel, could you please lift up your sweater, and your shirt, if you don't mind."

Rachel lifted both pieces of clothing so that the whole room could see. The entire group was in awe, Finn had always lashed out on furniture, but he didn't seem like the type to do something like this.

"You see, last night, apparently man-child Finn Hudson didn't understand the concept of the word 'No'. So, he went ahead and attempted to rape Rachel. Now, to prove that this isn't just some attention seeking ordeal, I will show you Finn's hand. Finn, give me your hand, or I'll tell Noah before Glee is over for the day."

Eyes filled with fear, he raised his hand. She undid the bandage on his hand. "Now, as you can see," she said, holding up the hand, "this is where Finn got his hand bitten, trying to silence Rachel. I just wanted you all to know who the real Finn Hudson is."

Rachel went back to her seat. Quinn placed her foot right on his crotch, pressing down, "You so much as even think about laying a finger on her again, and I will make sure that this is out of order, permanently. You got me, Hudson?"

The boy nodded, eyes wide.

"Good, now, pick your worthless self up, grab your crutches, and go sit in the fucking corner of the room, because I'm pretty sure that no one else wants to have a rapist like you near them."

She tore the tape off of his mouth, and he got to his, well…crutches, and brought himself over to the corner, feeling the eyes of everyone on him.

Quinn went back over near Rachel, sitting down beside the diva, draping an arm over her shoulder, bringing the brunette close. The smaller girl sniffled, touched at how protective Quinn was of her.

"Thank you Quinn."

A/N: Alright, so, Finchel is officially over, so you all can rejoice now. Trust me, it was hard to write, so. Keep up with the awesome reviews guys!

A/N2: Shoutout Time!

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A/N3: Special Shoutout: RiverKirby

If you haven't noticed, you are the reason that the Rachel/Finn split was as epic as it was. Your curiosity of who slammed the door got my mind spinning, asking myself, "who did slam the door?" Which inspired, unfortunately for my Rachel, AngryRapist!Finn. I was originally just going to have them split up after Finn ended up sleeping with Santana. Hope you liked your in story shoutout! By the way, keep up the observational reviews, because I almost had him, you know…and had Rachel be "preggo". Prego is a sauce, so that sort of counters me having Quinn pull down her shorts, then pull up her pants :D

Ok, well with all that out of the way, only one thing left to say:

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