A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews, here is the next part. Not much going on except a lot of Faberry talk and fluff. I figured after ya guys got to see Finn get some shit kicked out of him there could be some happy fluff, ya?

In the end it was decided that Puck would be the only guy to go the Fabray house, because they weren't sure how Rachel was going to relax. Currently, Puck was standing at the front door after having just been dropped off by Matt. He had cleaned up from the fight and changed his clothes, now he was just hopping to get a warm welcome from the diva and not a scared silence.

"Puck!" Santana greeted, pulling the boy roughly inside. "Are you insane? People called the cops on you dip shit! They heard all the noise!"

"Sorry, we weren't trying to make that happen, I was more focused on punching the hell out of Hudson!" Puck spit out.

"Yea, nice going with that, Matt texted and said the ass looking horrible!" Santana grinned out.

"True. No way was he going to get away with hurting Rach." Puck affirmed. "Where is our girl?"

"Upstairs with Quinn, we are giving them some time." Brittany answered, bouncing into the room.

"Yea? Quinn finally admitting she is in love with our star?" Puck asked.

"Maybe, but more or less I think they are talking about last night, Rachel seems to open up to Quinn more then anyone." Santana replied.

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"So, how are you feeling?" Quinn asked Rachel as they resumed their position from earlier, Rachel's head on Quinn's shoulder, Quinn's arms wrapped around the girl's waist. Rachel felt safe in Quinn's harms, something she hadn't felt recently.

"Scared. Broken. I don't know. Alone." Rachel babbled out, trying to settle on one emotion.

"You aren't alone, and if you are broken I am here to put you back together." Quinn whispered, kissing the brunette's cheek.

Rachel let out a soft sigh. It was hard for her to try and open up, to explain what she was feeling because in all honesty, she wasn't sure. She felt like she was stuck in a fog and couldn't find her way out. Though in the past couple of hours it seemed like there was a light shinning through, Quinn was at least there to help her from going deeper into the metaphorical fog.

"I just…it was Finn. I mean he was my boyfriend, I loved him." Rachel started, attempting to make sense of the mess in her head. "I don't understand what happened."

"He was drunk…not that, that is really an excuse." Quinn replied softly.

"Maybe, but he knew what he was doing. He…he yelled at me, called me a slut. Told me I teased him for so long….I didn't know I was doing those things." Rachel cried, tears falling down her cheeks.

"Rachel, this was not your fault. I promise you that." Quinn forcefully pushed. "Finn made his decision."

"And I made mine when I followed him up the stairs." Rachel argued.

"Sweetie, there was no way you could have known! Don't do this to yourself, don't blame yourself." Quinn begged, not wanting the smaller girl to live in such pain.

"I don't want too." Rachel cried as she burried her face into Quinn's neck.

"Then trust me, this wasn't your doing." Quinn cooed softly.

A knock at the door snapped the duo out of there personal bubble that had been created once Quinn took Rachel upstairs. The door opened slowly, with Puck pushing his head inside.

"Uh, hey." The boy greeted lamely. "Is it ok for me to come in?"

Rachel stiffened slightly, before snuggling closer into Quinn as she nodded. As long as Quinn was around, she was safe.

"What happened to your eye?" Rachel asked softly, taking to note of the bruise forming on the tanned boy's face. Puck smirked a little as he lightly touched the injured area.

"Some dick got a lucky shot." Puck grinned, his smile widening "Trust me, I got him back for it."

"I hope you did more then just that." Quinn hinted.

"You went after Finn." Rachel said a bit louder, being around Puck wasn't as scary as she thought it would be.

"Damn straight my Jew sista." Puck joked. "He was trying to fight back and got a lucky hit, but Matt and Mike held him down after that…well then they helped kick the crap out of him. Thank goodness for steel toed boots."

"Noah Puckerman! Fighting is never the answer to any problem!" Rachel scolded half heartedly. She couldn't put all her effort into it, it was nice to have someone jump to her aide like the boys had.

"If I said he started it would it make you feel better?" Puck asked quickly, not wanting to get in trouble and set through a Rachel Berry rant, even if it meant the girl was a little better then the day before.

"Would it be true?" Rachel asked, a small smile playing on her lips.

"No, but I will say it if it makes you feel better." Puck replied followed by a wink, the brunette giggled lightly before moving out of Quinn's arms and slowly moving over towards Puck. When she was in front of him, she hesitated before glancing back at Quinn. The blonde nodded with a smile, and that was all it took before Rachel flew, carefully because of her injuries, into Puck's arms where she broke down crying once again.

_GLEE_

"Dad, Carol?" Kurt Hummel called out as he raced into the house after being over at Mercedes's place with some of the glee girls and Blaine. "Where are you guys?"

"In the kitchen!" Burt called out, surprised his son was home so early. "What's up?" He asked when the feminine boy came into view.

"We need to talk." Kurt said quickly before glancing around the arm, his eyes suddenly landing on Finn who sat on a kitchen stool while Carol tended to many bruises and cuts on the boy's face.

"What's wrong Kurt?" Finn asked, playing dumb all to well.

"Finn. Didn't know you would be home." Kurt pushed out through clenched teeth.

"Did you hear? Some boys jumped your brother after he stood up for you! Kids should be more accepting of you being gay, it isn't right what they are doing because of intolerance." Burt yelled out, pacing the small kitchen.

"Oh, is that what happened?" Kurt asked, his face in mock confusion, he knew Finn saw right through it.

"Yup. They were talking about Rachel too!" Finn cried out in anguish. Carol and Burt shook their heads while at the same time congratulating Finn on being such a "great guy".

Just then there was a knock at the door, Kurt gave a sideways glance towards Finn, who smiled widely at him, before calling for whoever was outside to come in. Kurt quickly smiled when he saw it the captain from the police department, immediately thinking Finn was about to get what was coming to him.

"Joe! What are you doing here?" Carol called out happily, moving away from a now bandaged Finn to hug the man.

"What? I can't come visit my favorite little sister?" Joe asked with a smile, shooting Finn a look over the woman's head.

"Only sister, you goober." Carol joked.

"Well, still my favorite. Speaking of favorites, can I talk to my nephew outside real quick?" Joe asked, not waiting for an answer as he kissed Carol's cheek and headed back outside, motioning for Finn to follow. The tall boy looked worried for a moment, but quickly masked the expression as he followed his uncle outside.

"What's up Uncle Joe?" Finn asked calmly, already having a hunch as to what was going on.

"I did something today that could very well cost me my career and send me to jail." Joe started before standing up straighter and looking Finn directly in the eyes. "Want to tell me why I had to trash some evidence claiming you raped a girl last night?"

"Well, because I raped a girl last night…but in my defense she deserved it." Finn softly replied, his face taking on a menacing look near the end.

"Deserved it? Finn! NO girl deserves that!" Joe yelled, grabbing Finn by the collar and pulling closely. " No. Girl."

"She was begging for it." Finn insisted.

"The bruises in the pictures I saw say differently. Dammit Finn! Do you realize what I did an hour ago? I risked everything for you!" Joe shouted.

"I did what I needed to do." Finn said as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Yea well now you are going to have to do something else. Confess." Joe pushed, looking just as angry as Finn.

"No way in hell." Finn growled.

"Finn! Do you understand this, not matter what outcome, is going to tear this family apart?" Joe asked, completely shocked.

"I am not confessing, I am running. Tonight. I knew I would have to, I have shit all set up." Finn replied eagerly.

"I don't like this Finn." Joe relented.

"I did what I had to do, and now I am leaving. They can say I did it, but they will never find me." Finn whispered quickly.

"You leave tonight." Joe pushed.

"Tonight." Finn agreed with a smile.

_GLEE_