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: Ok so I'm not quite happy with this chapter but it'll do for now I suppose. Hopefully you'll like where this is headed. The reviews played a big part in the chapter and the one I'm working on at the moment. Like I said I'm not quite happy with this chapter so I apologise if it sucks.
Also time to clear up some confusion. Yes I know in the show they're sophomore's, but I've done this as a continuation so they're now juniour's. Thank God for google cos I had no idea what year they were in until I googled it LOL I have no idea how US schools work what with being in the UK and all so I'm sorry if I do get things wrong. I'm only human, or so I'm told.
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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.
She sat staring at the textbook in front of her, the words all jumbling together and making no sense, they make have well been written in Cantonese or something. She tried to focus, but all she could think about was how she was going to approach the topic that was burning in her mind when she saw the girl she had oddly found comfort in. She tapped her pencil against the pages nervously. She hadn't realised anyone else was there; she hadn't heard any telling footsteps.
He was hesitant of approaching her when he first saw her sat the table alone. He didn't want to scare her. He found it odd that she was sat in the library instead of her usual haunt of the auditorium. It was even weirder that she was alone. Ever since everyone had found out what was wrong with her he had noticed that Mercedes and Quinn were nearly always by her side, or in very close proximity and he knew that both girls were sat in the cafeteria with Tina.
"Hi Rachel," he said softly.
Her head snapped up from the blurred lines in front of her, "Oh…hi."
"I didn't think I'd find you in here."
She tried to push her nervousness down, "Why not?"
"Well I thought you'd be with Mercedes and Quinn, kinda gotten used to seeing them with you."
"Oh," she knew he was right, "yeah, I just needed some time to think."
"I'm sorry," he started to back away, "I'll leave you to it."
"Artie, wait." She bit her bottom lip nervously and tried to keep her breathing steady, "You can sit with me…if you like?"
He smiled at her, "Thanks Rachel." He rolled over so that he was the opposite side of her, not wanting to be too close that he may risk making her uncomfortable, or more uncomfortable than she obviously already was. "What you reading?"
Rachel let out a frustrated sigh, "History crap, or at least I'm trying to but the words aren't making any sense right now."
"I know that feeling," he laughed quietly so as not to get a scolding from the dinosaur behind the front desk, "I feel like that when it comes to geography."
"Don't even get me started on geography," she ran a hand through dark hair.
Artie pulled his books out of his bag, and set up to work on his homework.
They sat in silence as they each tried to focus on the work in front of them. Fifteen minutes passed before either of them said anything.
"Artie?"
"Yeah?"
She hesitated, "Why are you…" she lost her nerve, "never mind."
He looked at her quizzically, "What?"
"Forget it," she mumbled, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Come on Rachel, you can't leave me hanging like that," he said warmly.
She fiddled with the pencil in her hands, focusing on the way the paint had faded from where her fingers held it so that she didn't have to look him in the eyes, "Why are you so normal around me?"
"Am I?" He shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't think anyone has ever called me normal before."
Rachel raised her head a little so that her eyes could focus on him briefly, "You know what I mean."
"I know," he admitted, "I guess I know what it's like to have people treat you differently." Artie decided to be honest with her, "After the accident, everyone acted strange around me and I just wanted them to treat me like before. I know it's not the same, but I get what it's like to have people start acting weird around you."
"Yeah," she finally looked at him, "thanks Artie."
"Anytime," he smiled at her.
"What are you working on?"
"English," he said in mock disgust, "I kinda forgot that there was an assignment for today."
"I'd be freaking out if I'd done that," she admitted.
"Like you ever could," he joked.
She paced around in the girls toilets, trying to calm herself down. She could do this, it's not like Quinn had given her reason to be scared of her, especially of late. What's the worst that could happen? A part from the blonde saying no or feeling obliged to come with her or – Ok stop! Just calm down. If she says no, she says no. She took a deep breath and made her way out of the bathroom to go meet Quinn outside in the car park.
Quinn stood outside by Mercedes car, and reread the text on her cell.
Quinn can you meet me by Mercedes' car during free? I need to talk to you about something. Rachel
She puzzled over what Rachel wanted to talk to her about, whatever it was she had a feeling it was pretty serious. It had to be something serious this was the first time Rachel had ever sought after her to talk to her about something.
She walked over towards the girl as soon as she noticed her walking toward the car, "Rachel, are you ok? What's wrong?"
"I'm fine."
"Ok," she knew Rachel was lying, "so…what is it you want to talk about?"
Rachel shuffled her feet, "There's something I need to ask you."
The blonde looked at her expectantly.
"I'm kind of nervous," she admitted, "I don't like it, I don't do nervous. Now before I ask you I just want you to know that it's ok if you want to say no, you don't have to do something just because you feel sorry for me and think I need you or anything like that," she babbled.
"Ok stop." Quinn held her hand up, "Rachel listen to me ok?" Rachel nodded, "I don't feel sorry for you, I hate what you're going through and yes I wish I could make things better for you but it's not because I feel sorry for you. I actually care about you; you're my friend ok? So you need to stop thinking that, it's not good for you."
Rachel blushed, she felt guilty for assuming Quinn's motives were out of pity rather than genuine concern.
"What is it you want to ask me?"
"I have an appointment tomorrow," she tried to remain calm, the mere thought of being examined was enough to make her feel sick, "my dads are taking me after school…I have to have an ultrasound…" her voice seemed to almost vanish when she finally managed to whisper, "would you go with me?"
"Of course I will," she said gently, remembering how terrified she had been when she had gone for her first sonogram with Finn.
"It's straight after school…it would mean missing Glee."
"Mercedes will fill me in on everything I won't miss, and I'm sure Mr. Schue will be fine with me missing practice, it's not like I haven't missed it before."
"Thank you."
"Puck's got Beth tomorrow so I can stick around for a bit after if you want me to as well," she offered.
"I'd like that."
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Right as mentioned prior to the start of this chapter I'm in the UK not the US so I have limited knowledge about how things work over there so if someone would like to fill me in on sentence lengths often given to rapists whether it be over 18 or under, it would be very helpful and I would be eternally grateful.
I don't think I have any major questions to ask right now so I'll leave it at that.
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