Note: Thank-you all so much for your response to the last chapter and even just for reading it! So as always, I couldn't wait to write and I had a little more time recently and so I have written this chapter, however it is about half the length of some of the others sorry :/ also, this is a bit rushed so I apologise if you don't like this chapter- if not, I promise to do my best to make the next chapter better if you want me to continue? Anywhoo, Thank-you again and I hope you like this! :)

I don't own 'Glee'... If I did the pilot would never have been aired as it would have been that rubbish...

'I'm sorry for... for everything' Rachel whispered.

Quinn furrowed her brow slightly as she felt her scars sting. She didn't know why but sometimes they would just ache, even some of the older ones. Her mind didn't register that Rachel had spoken. 'Quinn, what's wrong?' Rachel jolted up as she heard the girl above her wince. Little did she know that this movement was why Quinn next cried out slightly. The blonde shut her eyes tight as she tried to slow her breathing, bringing up one of her hands from around Rachel up to her head which she slowly rubbed. 'Quinn, please speak to me, sweetheart, please tell me what is wrong.' Rachel didn't know where the 'sweetheart' part had come from, but the appearance of the girl before her was enough for the simple answer at least. The brunette sat up on her knees as she studied the girl who just let the arm previously around Rachel drop to the floor as she tried to ignore the pain. 'Quinn, please, you're scari-' Rachel felt Quinn's icy fingers clamp uncharacteristically around her mouth. Quinn pulled Rachel in one movement back up next to her, flat against the large tree where they would be out of sight to any one on the other side. Rachel brought her hand up to Quinn's which was still on her mouth. She gripped the other girl's wrist in an attempt to move her hand away, but she stopped as soon as she realised it was still swollen. Rachel settled for placing her warm hand on top of Quinn's lightly, expressing her confusion through her face. Quinn's eyes were now wide and alert as tears dripped down her face and tumbled from the bottom of her jaw whilst she concentrated hard at the same time.

'You can't speak, just listen.' Quinn whispered to the shaking Rachel who to be honest was trembling less than the other girl. The blonde slowly removed her hand from Rachel's mouth, but the brunette kept her hand on top of the blonde's as she held it softly.

'What for?' Rachel barely even mouthed.

'Shhh-' Quinn fell silent as soon as she heard another footstep. Thud. That was how she would describe the sound despite the crunching of the fallen fall leafs.

'LUCY Q FABRAY! GET YOUR DUMBASS FACE OUT HERE WHERE I CAN SEE IT... NOW!' His harsh voice echoed faintly through the somewhat eerie forest. Quinn grabbed Rachel's other hand as she took it in hers. Facing the smaller girl she choked

'I can't let him get you.' She stated staring deep into chocolate colored eyes. Her own were desperate and defeated.

'I can't let him hurt you.' Rachel said slightly louder staring back with the same desperation.

'You don't know what is going on, so please don't assume.' Quinn, not wanting her words to sound as harsh as they sounded, released Rachel's hand and raised her own to gently stroke Rachel's cheek, putting some of the girl's now messy hair behind her ear. She admired the girl before her; so innocent, so young. She yearned to be like that once more. And just to think, who would have thought that the girl who may have worked out her darkest secret would be one Rachel Berry.

More footsteps, this time they were picking up their pace as they drew closer. Quinn looked up to the sky, despite the fact that she wasn't sure she wanted to believe in god anymore- it was just becoming a nervous habit. Both teenagers listened carefully for a little longer until they heard more thuds. Quinn pulled Rachel flat against the rough bark once more as she used her now free hand to fiddle with her cross.

'I won't let him hurt you, I promise.' Rachel muttered to Quinn who she could sense was a lot more scared than she would admit to. Rachel couldn't know, she couldn't. No-one could. Quinn found it easier to ignore the comment, pretend she never heard it, but she felt her heart leap. Rachel cared.

'Girls.' Russell nodded his head to the pair as he unclenched his fists and attempted to loosen his shoulders. He smiled slightly as he tried walking calmly towards them, but his fake demeanour wasn't fooling anyone. Rachel watched the fire grow in his eyes as he began stalking towards them- to Quinn.

Rachel shifted her position to put herself directly in the man's path and by doing so shielded Quinn's body. 'Mr. Fabray, I believe we- err, we haven't had the pleasure of meeting each other ye-'

'Rachel... ' Rachel snapped her head around to Quinn who was shaking her own at Rachel as she began to stand.

'Why, if it isn't Miss. Rachel Berry, daughter of the two Berry fags.'

'Daddy, please just leave it.' Quinn begged. Rachel began to stand up as she realised that Quinn was now standing in front of her, completely vulnerable. 'Goodbye Rachel.' Quinn said, just turning her head slightly towards Rachel. Her voice cracked as she said Rachel's name and her eyes did more apologising and pleading than she could in words.

Russell and Quinn began to walk away, leaving a stunned Rachel staring at the pair, her brain working overdrive. Rachel let her legs lead her quickly to the Fabrays as her voice carried her thoughts.

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'Just tell me what is going on.' Mercedes demanded. She was now sat in Santana's kitchen with the Latina, from whom she was begging for answers.

'I've already told you,' Santana replied, 'I have no clue and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. I couldn't because I know this is bad.'

'Can you at least tell me where Rachel is going?'

'Your guess is as good as mine- Rachel refused to say.'

'Okay, but this is Rachel we are talking about here; she's... the way she is, wanting to be a good person and all, but... she can get into trouble so easily. She isn't safe out there on her own.'

'So what do you suggest we do?' Santana followed the pacing Mercedes with her eyes as she sighed.

Mercedes came to a halt as a smile slightly possessed her face 'I say it is time we do a little snooping ourselves'.

Santana's eyes grew wide, if they went searching than Mercedes would be aware of Santana's suspicions too 'No!'. However, in her mind she already had this all worked out.

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'Wait a minute, you can't just go. Sir, what you are doing is wrong! How could you do this to your own daughter?' Russell turned as anger threatened to burst him at the seams. He grabbed the top of Quinn's arm as Rachel continued 'I will not stand for it and why do you even do it? Why can't you just tak-'

'YOU!' Russell effortlessly pushed Rachel to silence her, sending her straight down on to the muddy ground.

'No!' Quinn cried as she tried to get to Rachel's side, but her father just dragged her a little further away from Rachel, shouting all the time.

'You told her! You fucking told her! How many other people have you told, eh? That Lopez kid, this dyke, who else, hey? Answer me.' He stopped moving suddenly as he awaited his daughter's answer.

'I already told you; I never said a word to Santana and I didn't send those stupid texts. As for Rachel, I never said a word, this was because you can't keep your damn anger under control' Quinn paused momentarily as she received a slap to the side of her face 'if you hadn't reacted the way you did, she would never have known. She put two and two together- she's not dumb you know.' The blonde did the best she could to brace herself for her father's reaction, yet the worse thing was the fact that Rachel would have to see this- whatever was going to happen.

'I have had it with you. You're supposed to be my daughter and do as I say when I say. You got it? Well you are the one who wants to be a good little daddy's girl, aren't you?' He pushed her back by the shoulders lightly, but then he paused until Quinn re-opened her eyes. That was when he went mad on her. He forced Quinn down to the floor with her laying flat on her back in no time. Russell clasped her wrists with his hands. Still holding on to her wrists, he slammed his fits into her head and chest several times before throwing her wrists violently to her sides, noticing that the blood which now covered the underside of the arms on Quinn's jumper was also over his hands. 'Some kind of trick you're trying to play?' He slammed down his forearm into her throat causing strangled coughs from the girl. Quinn felt his knee plunge into her upper abdomen like she felt herself screaming and crying. She could feel that Rachel was crying too, possibly even screaming. She couldn't hear it though- noises like images were just a blur of different things smudged together. There was one noise though that all three of them could make out- a very distinct cracking.

Rachel watched in horror as she screamed out to the girl from her position on the floor.

'Quinn! Quinn... please.' She had another rush of energy- adrenaline? She pealed herself off of the floor as she began to notice Russell growing tired. 'Leave her alone.' Rachel stood even less than a few feet away.

'Excuse me?' Russell was back to practically straddling Quinn again as he turned to face Rachel.

'You heard me... leave her alone.' Rachel's odd confidence came out as a stuttering mess as she realised what she was getting herself into. Rachel felt his hands grip at her ankles as he tried to pull her down too.

'No... leave her... alone' Quinn managed to force out through her burning throat. 'You... you can hurt me... do what you like... but... don't drag Rachel into this... too. Don't hurt... her.' Quinn let out a frustrated sigh at the sheer effort of making any noise exit her that wasn't a result of pain. Russell looked between the two girls for a moment before turning towards Rachel.

'Keep your mouth shut and you will also never see my daughter ever again.' He turned his attention back to Quinn, picking up where he left off.

'Run... Rachel... please... get away... run...' Quinn pleaded through her strangled breaths.

Rachel did just that. She ran for her life, but more importantly; she ran for Quinn's life. Just because she was running away from this didn't mean that she was going to run away from the broken girl. No, she could never do that. Despite her escape, Rachel could not free her mind of the echoing of Quinn's cries whilst she was still able to hear the haunting screams. Screams.

Note: Thank-you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! :) Sorry for any mistakes etc and yeah, thank-you again. Please let me know what you thought of this chapter/this story so far and if you want me to continue, pretty pretty please? If you do want me to continue, I will do my best to update as soon as possible, but I have loads of homework and I am performing in the West End (:D England's Broadway :D) next weekend and so I don't know when an update will be- but I have written a couple of future Faberry scenes if you want me to continue? Thank-you again :) Xx