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: Hey guys so here's an update for you, sorry for the lack of Mercedes but I thought it was time to get the foundations of a friendship between Quinn and Rachel down. I hope it works out ok.

Warning: Don't think there's anything to warn you about this time around.

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.

The two girls sat opposite ends of the couch, they didn't know what to say to each other. They were complete opposites now linked by one thing neither of them would have ever thought they would experience let alone have in common.

"Where's Mercedes?" her voice surprised her, she half expected to open her mouth and for nothing to come out of it.

"She's upstairs," the starlet looked at her confused, "she's cleaning."

"What is she – oh," her face fell, "she shouldn't be doing that."

"There's no point in trying to stop her, so don't even think about it," she knew the other girl was ready to march upstairs and demand the soulful singer stopped what she was doing, "she's probably nearly finished by now anyway."

"What? How long has she been gone for?"

"At least half an hour, maybe longer."

"Oh. I didn't realise she'd been gone so long," her voice was quiet.

"Yeah, you kind of spaced out on us…I think catatonic would be more accurate."

Silence filled the room, the dark haired diva chewed her lip nervously while the blonde folded her hands neatly in her lap.

"What would you do?" her voice was barely a whisper.

"I don't know Rachel, this isn't like me and Beth," she wanted the smaller girl to understand, "I was responsible. I made a choice. You had yours taken from you. I guess what I'm trying to say is the rules don't apply. It's about what you want to do."

"I don't know anymore," her voice full of defeat as she admitted it to herself.

She stayed silent, waiting for the other girl to continue.

"Everything I've done has always been meticulously planned, I've always known exactly what to do. I've known who I am, what I wanted to do with my life since I was four. I don't anymore. I don't know anything. I've never been ashamed of who I am…"

"You shouldn't be ashamed of anything, especially who you are," she emphasises the last three words.

"Yes I should…I'm disgusting," the conviction in her voice conveying how much she truly believed that.

"No you're not."

"I am. I'm damaged goods."

The blonde knelt in front of the starlet and looked up into troubled eyes, "Sweetie, you're not. I promise you, you are many things but you are neither disgusting or damaged goods. I know you don't believe that right now but I swear to God it's true."

"I'm…" her words stopped, unsure of how much more she should or could reveal of herself.

"What Rachel?"

"I'm so lost," the words were so simple for her, none of her usual eloquent vocabulary could have said what she was feeling, they were so very simple but they spoke volumes.

"It's ok to be lost, everyone gets lost sometimes," she gently squeezed the smaller girls hand, "you just have to make sure you don't stay that way."

"I don't know how."

She felt a pain for the other girl, she wish she could make all of this disappear but she knew it wasn't simple like that. Nothing ever was. "Me and Mercedes, we're going to help you ok?"

Everything about her was so fragile, even her voice sounded like that of a small child's, "Ok."

"So," the golden haired mother decided it was time to get the poor girl to think of something else, "what do you want to do right now?"

"Take a shower," she saw the flash of concern, "I've been sick twice which is more than enough to make me feel gross."

"Ok," Quinn let out a small laugh, never did she think she'd her Rachel 'my vocabulary is that of an Oxford dictionary' Berry use the word gross, "what about after that?"

"I don't know, I'm tired but I don't want to sleep, not right now. I just want to do something that involves no form of thinking."

"We could watch a DVD of one of those musicals you're always on about? You never know you might be able to convert Mercedes."

Rachel found herself laughing, "Just Mercedes?"

"Yeah well you know it'll take more than just one DVD to convert me," she said playfully.

She smiled weakly, she realised this was the other girls attempt at offering her friendship. She knows she should be happy about this. She just wished it was under different circumstances.

"Where did you go?"

Rachel looked at the ex-Cheerio confused, "Huh?"

"Just now, where did you go?"

"I was just thinking…"

"What about?" the young mother was genuinely interested.

"The last few days," she lowered her eyes from the ones that were so intently focused on her, "I never thought you'd be the one to care more than anyone else about what was wrong."

Quinn was overcome with guilt and sadness, "Neither did I to be honest."

"Why did you?"

"Why did I what?"

"Why did you care? Why do you care?" she was so vulnerable, part of her berated herself for asking the question, the other part of her needed to know this wasn't some plan to publicly humiliate her.

"Because I remember how scared and alone I felt," she feels her face reddening, "I just didn't like the idea of you feeling like that. I didn't realise that I was right and so wrong at the same time. I just wanted you to know that I knew how scary those nine months are going to be, but you wouldn't have to go through it alone."

"Thank you," her voice was strained.

"Why don't we go see if Mercedes is done with your bathroom? Once you've showered I'll change your dressings and we'll put a DVD on like we said yeah?"

"Quinn, I…" she didn't know how to express how grateful she was to the girl who yesterday she was not quite friends with, "thank you."

"Yeah you said that already," she smiled at girl that a not long ago she wouldn't have given a second thought to, "come on then."

Attention: Ok well once again thank you so much for the reviews and as always keep them coming! I hope you guys are ready to meet the Berry's cos that's what I've got planned for you all next.

Question, any ideas on names for Rachel's dads? I am honestly struggling here, was thinking of giving them something simple but after reading other people's work I'm beginning to wonder if that's the way to go.

Also you're like 2 chapters away from finding out who done it! I have a question surrounding that...do you want the whole Glee club to find out together or just Quinn and Mercedes? Also who really wants to see Mercedes beat the crap outta the guy?

Right well that's it for now. I look forward to hearing what you all think.