This is the fastest update I think I've ever done! Thank you guys again for the wonderful feedback, I know people probably didn't want to see Finn as the "savior" but remember...nothing is ever set in stone ;] This story is dark! It could never get happy, so I suppose you'll just need to read on.

Rachel was losing track of her days-or was it her mind?- lately. She couldn't remember things that had once been ingrained in her, she'd forgotten her father's anniversary, then she'd forgotten an important history test the same week, followed by where she had left her phone, where she had put her house key, and finally...she had forgotten Blaine's birthday. A cardinal sin. An "how the fuck did you manage that, Rachel?" It had been set in her phone, a thankful reminder, but it had been too late to be a saving grace because long after school had let out and the Glee club had gathered in the cornily decorated choir room with some sad looking cupcakes that had traces of cat hair sticking from the frosting (thanks Brittany), all Rachel could feel was the cold, numb drip of fear slowing falling down her spine and into her very soul. His birthday. His fucking birthday. How had she forgotten that? How had he not said anything to her, anything to have helped her, to tipped her off, to at least have warned her? She wanted burst into tears right then and there, but everyone was watching them. Watching him laughing, watching him embrace the others and thank them profusely, watching him catch her eye and give her a sweet smile that only looked sweet because unless she could magically throw together a spectacular birthday dinner in the next two minutes, she was fucked.

She was fucked.

Rachel stood there with a smile plastered on her face, joining in loudly with everyone else singing 'Happy Birthday' and trying not to run to the nearest trash can and throw up. He was going to be so upset...Except Blaine didn't get upset. He got mad. There was no inbetween for him, there was only happy and inexplicable anger. Rachel mechanically went through the motions of Glee, all the while trying so hard to figure out how she had skated past the fact that it was February 19th and that was his birthday. And through the fear that she was feeling and the pain that was growing worse and worse in her gut, she felt something else. Rage. How dare he! How dare he set her up like this! He wanted her to fail, that was what he'd done, he wanted to see her struggle and then face the inevitable to follow. He had done this on purpose and as that realization hit her, she wanted to hit him. She wanted to hit him.

"Why?!"

It exploded afterwards, in the car when everyone else had gone from the parking lot and it was just them. She didn't filter herself, for the first time since her encounter with Finn she said everything that she was feeling and didn't hold back on him. "You fucking wanted me to look like a fool! You couldn't say anything? You couldn't remind me? Jesus Christ, Blaine, I've been doing everything I can to just remember my own name lately and you had do humiliate me publicly like that? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

CRACK!

She didn't see his fist until it had flown at her face and snapped squarely across her eye, a sickening thud that never failed to make her feel immediately sick to her stomach. And then he laughed, the sound so chilling against the backdrop that he had just painted and she couldn't breathe as he did it, couldn't fathom how she'd just done what she had, how he'd done what he had. He shook out his hand, flexing his fingers methodically, staring at her while he laughed and she choked down bile. "Really? You forgot my birthday, Rachel, and sadly, I knew you would. How much brain can you fit into one stupid slut, really?" He leaned closer to her, grasping her chin between his forefinger and thumb, forcing her to look at him, into the coldness that had taken over his once warm gaze. "Maybe I did want you too. Maybe I was hoping for an excuse to punish you...Found one, didn't I?"

The lazy grin returned to his face and he shoved her face away to start the car, leaving her to rest her stinging face against the cool glass of the window. She didn't see the trees blur by, didn't feel the car slow as he pulled into the driveway, didn't hear him open her door, didn't feel him drag her out, didn't taste the blood pooling in her mouth from where she'd chewed a hole in her cheek. It was as though she was in a dream, a wonderfully, blissfully, unreal dream where she didn't feel anything and never wanted to wake up. The house spun past her and she landed in her room like she had just crashed back to earth, coming to with a start. Rachel turned to face Blaine and watched him as he removed his cardigan and rolled up the sleeves of his crisp button-up. "You know, usually it's the birthday person who get's the spanking, isn't it? Time to start a new tradition, I'd say." He sat on the edge of her bed, his legs slightly spread, his eyes boring into hers expectantly. "Only fitting. Considering how you weren't the only one humiliated back there. In fact, I'd say you weren't really humiliated much at all. Let's change that. Take off your skirt and come here."

Dazed, but resigned, Rachel took a deep breath and did as she was told, removing the offending garment and tossing it gingerly aside before moving to his side and carefully, quietly, bending forward to lay across his lap. She turned her head to the side, one had on the floor to keep her steady, the other holding onto his leg, and trained her eyes on the clock. 5:17. It would be a long night. She took another deep breath and braced herself as he peeled down her panties and raised his hand.

This is my life.