Chapter 1

"Where the hell is she?" Santana yelled out to anyone who would listen. Rachel had gone out two hours ago to grab a few things from the market for dinner & family game night. Quinn, Kurt, Brittany, and Santana had all tried to call the brunette several times. Santana and Rachel stayed in the loft after Kurt moved in with Blaine, the market was just around the corner so there's no way the little diva could have gotten lost.

"Q, please stop pacing, you're going to wear a hole in the floor" Santana all but yelled at her blonde best friend.

"I can't help it San, something is wrong, I can feel it." Santana looked at Quinn solemnly. She knew there was something wrong and she knew how the ex HBIC felt about the midget.

Rachel immediately moved to grab her head when she awoke. Blood was dripping from her apparent head wound when she remembered what happened. Her body started to heave as flashbacks played in her head. She gets up slowly, her clothes are torn, she remembers the attack so vividly. She knows she should go to the hospital, especially with the blood running down her legs, but all she wants is to get back to the loft.

If she goes to the hospital that means tests, a rape kit, she would be violated all over again. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of someone else touching her. The tiny brunette shakily grabs her phone that had slid under the dumpster, noticing that she has almost 60 missed calls from her friends. Rachel stumbles her way back to the loft desperate to see her best friend. She loves the others but she just wanted Quinn.

When Rachel finally shows up Quinn is still pacing, Santana is on the phone with the police screaming that her friend is missing and she will go "all Lima heights" if someone doesn't go out looking. Brittany is trying to calm her irate girlfriend while Kurt is sitting with Blaine shaking his leg constantly.

All five heads whip suddenly at the sound of the large door finally opening. Everyone takes a deep sigh of relief until they see the state of their friend. Gasps could be heard from all five friends. Everyone moved quickly towards the little diva but stopped immediately when she raised her arm shakily to stop anyone from coming closer.

Rachel's right eye is almost swollen shut, her lip is split, there's bruising on her upper arms and wrists, her clothes are torn, there is a laceration on her forehead, and blood is still running down her legs.

"Q-Quinn" Rachel whispers out.

The blonde approaches slowly, trying to hold her composure. Rachel looks like a scared rabbit. If anyone were to move too fast, she could bolt.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?" Santana shouts, scaring not only Rachel but everyone else in the room.

"Santana" Quinn whispers but manages to catch Rachel's flinching.

Quinn looks at Brittany silently begging her to calm her girlfriend. Quinn knows that Santana is sick with worry but yelling is not going to help Rachel right now. The taller blonde wraps her arms around the Latina whispering calming words into her ear.

Kurt begins to speak but stops when Rachel seizes up with a whimper while taking another step back.

Quinn picks up on what's going on quickly, "boys, I think you both should head out now, we will help Rachel." She pleads with her eyes hoping they will understand.

Kurt attempts to protest but Blaine's hand on his arm stops him in his tracks.

The boyfriends quickly exit the loft silently praying that Quinn or one of the others will let them know what's going on. As they move past Rachel she flinches again while grabbing her middle hoping to alleviate the pain.

Once they're both out of the loft Quinn speaks again quietly "Santana, call the police."

"NO! No police, no hospitals, please Quinn, please" the small brunette begs.

Quinn can see the fear in her best friend's eyes and knows she needs a hospital but for tonight she will oblige her frightened friend.

"Okay Rach, no police or hospital right now" the diva breathes a sigh of relief. "BUT, you will let me look over your injuries." There was no room for argument.

Rachel's eyes focused on the floor, willing it to swallow her whole.

"I-I need to shower, I-I need him off of me." Rachel was starting to freak out, moving too fast as she stumbled toward the couch.

Brittany reached out to help but the brunette yelped when she got too close. This caused the taller blonde to pout.

"It's okay baby" Santana whispered to her girlfriend.

"Britt. San. I think you both should head out too. I will keep you posted."

Both women nodded at the former HBIC. They could clearly see Rachel was in pain but was too afraid to deal with anyone other than Quinn. Santana squeezed Quinn's shoulder and grabbed Brittany's hand to lead them out of the loft, back to Brittany's apartment. Both women send a sad smile toward the brunette but she doesn't see it.

Once Rachel and Quinn were alone the blonde attempted to move closer to where Rachel was seated. The brunette flinched when Quinn reached out to touch her friend.

"It's just me, Rach. I'm not going to hurt you but I need you to let me look at your injuries." Quinn was trying to be as calm as possible but she was furious on the inside.

"O-Okay, but can I s-shower after?" It was killing Quinn to hear her normally verbose best friend stutter.

"Of course, you can, sweet girl" Quinn touched Rachel's fingers hoping she wouldn't flinch but she wasn't so lucky.

Quinn sighed but led the brunette to the bathroom. She knew enough from her aunts and clinical rotation in the ER to gather as much evidence as she could. However, she wasn't sure if Rachel was going to want to pursue whatever happened to her.

"Rach, I need to assess all injuries from top to bottom but we can go slow."

The little brunette slowly nodded her approval. Allowing Quinn to go get her medical bag.

Quinn set her medical bag down in the bathroom before making her way back to the couch.

The brunette was staring at her fidgeting hands when she heard her best friend.

"Rach, I'm going to carry you to the bathroom, you shouldn't be walking on that ankle until I check it out" the brunette just nods but doesn't make eye contact.

The blonde doctor started with the large gash on Rachel's forehead, she was able to stop the bleeding and stitch the wound.

Quinn was at the top of her class and was pursuing a career in trauma surgery. She had asked Rachel to hold gauze to her lip and apply pressure to stop the bleeding. Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw the fingerprints on the smaller woman's wrists.

"I need to remove your shirt, baby" the blonde wasn't sure where the nickname came from but she honestly didn't care. Rachel again nodded her consent.

Quinn sucked in a breath when she saw the large purple and blue damage to Rachel's ribcage and almost vomited at the unmistakable outline of a shoe print on her lower back. "This is going to be cold sweetie" Quinn stated as she carefully placed a cream on the bruises as she moved on to what she thought would be the hardest part. There were bite marks all along Rachel's breasts that needed to be disinfected.

Taking a big gulp of air the blonde spoke softly "I need to check under your skirt Rach."

"No, no Q-Quinn, it's o-okay. I just need to get in the s-shower. The b-b-blood is all dried. I-I'm fine t-t-there." The blonde had anticipated this reaction but watching her friend start to panic was causing the blonde's hazel eyes to fill with tears.

"Please Rae, you can shower right after I check" Quinn begged.

Rachel shook her head forcefully while backing away from the blonde.

"Please, don't, please" Rachel's pleas were desperate. The brunette was now dangerously close to the edge of the tub.

"I just need him off of me, I can still feel him. Let me shower Quinn, please" Rachel took one step too far before Quinn could catch her and fell right into the tub.

Quinn climbed in right after her. The little brunette turned into Quinn's chest while sobbing over and over again that she needed to wash HIM off. Quinn's blood was boiling but Rachel needed her.

Quinn kissed the top of Rachel's head. "Please let me check you out Rachel and then I promise you can shower."

Rachel finally nodded against the blonde's chest with a hiccup.

Quinn moved slowly to help Rachel out of the tub and onto the bathroom sink. She quietly removed the terrified woman's skirt. Tears were sliding down both their faces. One for the pain she was in and the other looking at the damage between Rachel's legs.

Quinn quickly took photos of Rachel's injuries and cleaned between her legs as gently as possible.

"You don't need any stitching from what I can see Rach but we are going to have to keep an eye on things just in case" Quinn received no response other than Rachel just staring at the wall.

"God this is so embarrassing," Rachel thought. Quinn will never find me attractive now, I'm dirty, disgusting, damaged goods. The tiny diva shook with tears as Quinn gently disinfected the area.

"Okay Rach, I'm going to get rid of everything and set you up in the shower." The doctor had evidence bags for Rachel's clothes and samples she had taken.

As soon as Quinn heard the water running she grabbed her phone to call her aunt.

"Aunt Alex" the blonde sobbed into the phone.

"Quinn, baby are you okay?" The usually composed attorney was frantic at hearing her niece so upset.

"I need you and Aunt Olivia to come over please, I'm at Rachel's loft, something terrible has happened."

"Okay, shhh sweetie" Quinn wasn't even holding back her sobs anymore. The weight of what had happened was spilling out of her.

"Liv and I will be there in a half-hour. Breathe Quinnie. Whatever it is, it will be okay."

"Thank you, I love you" she sniffled loudly.

"I love you too Quinnie."

Once they hung up Quinn vomited into a small trash can next to the couch. Tears were running down her face but he didn't even bother to wipe them away. She loved Rachel, was so in love with the brunette, she couldn't imagine someone doing something so awful to someone so beautiful and kind.

Quinn curled up on the couch and waited for either her aunts to arrive or the water to stop running in the bathroom.