A/N: So, what's this? You don't like the Berry men right now? I am astonished! Poor dudes. Kidding of course, but wait a while, maybe they can redeem themselves, and to answer the question of the hour, no Rachel will not attempt suicide, that hits way to close to home for me. So, question! I have some plans for Ms. Rachel Berry, but I don't know how far to take it. She is totally going to get worse before she is better, but in the bad side there is always good. This is Faberry and while I am not to skilled on loving another woman, I do know what love feels like from past boyfriends. I know love is love but like if I dated me, that would be crazy emotions going on…so point being, I am working on bringing their relationship forward, so I think you will start to notice that fully starting in the next few chapters. Also, some people have said they wanted Rachel to have a baby, others do not. I am not sure yet. Part of me wants to go for it, but a part of me doesn't, so voting time. Baby? Yes? No? I won't do a miscarriage, not my thing. Girl? Boy? Names? By the way, love the reviews! I know I don't say it usually, and that's because I write the chapters so far in advance, like this is eleven and you guys are on…I think 7? So, by the time I get the reviews from last chapter the chapter I am working on doesn't apply. But really, thanks. I am hoping to get to 100, want to help? J Anyway, you guys rock. Like hardcore.

Rachel was running, and it was painful. Her breaths were short, her ribs were killing her. With every placement of feet to pavement, she thought her chest would cave in. The singer had no choice though, she had to run. Her fears and problems and life were getting to be to much. Demons were chasing her, never letting her life get better, even for a second.

Slowing to a brisk walk, Rachel looked behind her and saw no one. Good, Quinn had been inside the house when the brunette had taken off, that was an hour ago. To be honest, Rachel wasn't running from Quinn, but from life. She felt horrible, because she knew Quinn would be worried, but what else could she do? She wasn't going to be a burden on people anymore, she just couldn't handle it! Obviously her Dads' thought that was all she was, what with them believing her rape was a dramatic act on her part. If her own fathers didn't believe her, the police didn't believe her, how did she know Quinn and everyone believed her?

_ GLEE_

"Whoa hold the phone! Rachel is missing? It is like twenty below outside!" Puck yelled out.

"More like twenty in general, but I know! I know, okay?" Quinn screamed back. Santana watched the blonde, she could see the signs of the girl falling apart.

"Alright, we will call the club and all go out looking for her. Lima isn't that big, we can find her." Santana replied, deciding to take charge.

"I will stay here in case she comes back, you guys should take a sweatshirt or jacket for her, I am assuming you didn't see her with one?" Judy asked as she ran to the coat closet.

"No, I don't think so." Quinn admitted, her whole body shaking with nerves. "Mom I can't lose her."

"I know sweetie, I see how you look at her. You love her, don't you?" Judy asked with a soft smile.

"I really really really do." Quinn confirmed, tears shinning in her eyes.

"Then go find her, prove to her she isn't alone." Judy pushed.

"I can check the park, I know like everything there." Brittany offered.

"I'll check the back streets." Santana added. "I can drop you at the park and then pick you back up." She added to Brittany.

"I will check main streets." Puck said, heading out the door followed by Santana and Brittany. "And I will call everyone!"

"Mom, I am going to check the school, call me if you see her!" Quinn yelled as she ran out the door.

Judy took a deep breath as her house emptied. She prayed that they would find Rachel before it was to late.

_GLEE_

Rachel took one look at the ladder in front of her leading to the tree house she and Noah had built when they were little. The tree house itself was located in the patch of forest behind the Puckerman household. With a nod of encouragement to herself Rachel carefully made her way up the ladder, it was difficult with hurt ribs and a broken wrist, but after a few minutes she inside. It was cold, but luckily the trunk of blankets she and Noah had put in was still there, sealed by a special tape Noah's mom bought to keep water and bugs out. It made the trunk totally sealed.

Opening the trunk, Rachel pulled two sleeping bags. Carefully, she climbed into one, and then opened the other and laid it over top the first. Instantly she felt warmer, safer. No one would think to look here, because no one knew it existed except for her and Noah, and she doubted Noah even remembered.

_GLEE_

"Any luck?" Quinn asked as she called Puck, she knew Puck was the closest thing to a friend Rachel had before all this drama. She knew Puck was more than worried about his "Jew babe".

"No, you?" Puck asked softly, he felt defeated. He felt like he had let his friend down, he let Rachel get hurt. That was something he promised never to let happen, and yet he did. Slushy after slushy, rape by Finn, and now she was missing.

"No. I have been checking the school, I thought maybe she would sneak in, but it is empty." Quinn admitted, feeling defeated. "Do you know of anywhere she would hang out? A place where she felt safe? Maybe from when she was little?"

Suddenly, Puck had an idea. There was only one place Rachel used to go when she was little and scared, and that was to him. More specifically, his house, or least his property.

"Meet me at my house! I have an idea!" Puck shouted as he hung up the phone before racing to his truck. God, he prayed he was right. The snow outside was falling heavily, the temperature was sure to have dropped even lower. Rachel would freeze to death if she waited outside all night.

_GLEE_

Santana Lopez pulled into a parking spot at the park and texted Brittany, letting the blonde know she was back and ready to pick the girl up. Letting out a sigh, the Latina tried to take deep breaths to calm herself down. This was fucked up, way fucked up. How had her life gone from torturing Rachel Berry, to looking all over kingdom come for the girl? Things used to be simple, there was school where she and Quinn were top dogs. There was home, where she had a loving family, and then there was Brittany…self explanatory. Now life was crazy.

Santana glanced around and saw Brittany galloping towards her, even in the worst times nothing seemed to bother Brittany. It was that mentality that scared Santana the most. What if something that happened to Rachel, the smartest girl she knew, happened to Brittany? If it could happen to Rachel, it could happen to anybody! Santana would not be able to handle seeing her girl so broken, the innocence burned out from her eyes. It would kill the tan skinned girl, without a shadow of a doubt.

With that thought, Santana made a promise to herself. She was going to protect Brittany, and everyone Brittany cared about. She was going to keep her girl happy, and right now, Brittany cared about Rachel Berry. If that is how the blonde felt, then Santana would make sure Rachel came through all this alive, and in the end, happy. They just had to find the brunette singer first.

"Santana! Did you find her?" Brittany asked as she hoped into the car.

"Not yet baby, but we will." Santana soothingly replied, watching as the blonde's face dropped. Yes, they would find Rachel, and then Santana would keep her safe. Anything to make Brittany happy.

_GLEE_

"Puck!" Quinn yelled as she raced to the boy. "Did you find her? Do you know where she is?"

Puck smiled lightly, before motioning for the blonde to follow him. He had ran back into the woods behind his house a few minutes before Quinn arrived, and saw Rachel sleeping in the tree house. She had been shivering violently, but Puck was afraid if Rachel woke up and saw a man looming over her, she would freak out.

"What is this?" Quinn asked, eyeing the tree house.

"This, is where Rach and I used to hang out all the time when we were kids. I had totally forgotten about it until you mentioned hide outs from when she was younger. I mean, I haven't been back here since I was twelve, I don't know the last time she came back." Puck admitted, feeling so stupid. Of course Rachel would be here!

"Why didn't you go up?" Quinn asked as she started for the ladder.

"I thought she would respond better to seeing you." Puck admitted.

"You are right, or at least I hope." Quinn called down as she moved into the house, quickly noting the shivering and blue tint to the brunette's lips. "She is freezing! Are your mom and sister home?"

"Yea!" Puck called up, knowing Quinn was hoping they could take Rachel to his house, but they would never get passed Mrs. Puckerman. "But I will bring my truck around, the heat will be on full force. Get her down and we can take her back to your place. I will call Santana and have her call Jessica!" Puck replied.

"Good plan." Quinn nodded, now whispering, but she knew Puck would follow through. "Call my mom too!"

Glancing down, Quinn let a single tear fall, the girl shivering in the sleeping bags looked nothing like the Rachel Berry she knew just a day before the fateful party that changed their lives. How was she going to put the broken starlet back together? How would she prove, that she loved the girl? Honestly and truly loved her, with all her heart? Most importantly, how would she keep Rachel alive if people kept hurting her so terribly?