A/N: So for part of this, you will see yea…right, I am not good at this. Uh I know Rachel got distracted with calling Shelby, I will hit on that next chapter…I am all over the place with ideas, sorry.
Two Weeks Later…One month after the rape…
The teenaged boy looked around at the sites in front of him. For the past couple of weeks he had been staying in a grand apartment in Times Square, happily living off of the mistress he had found. Things had been going great for him since leaving Lima, but he knew he had unfinished business. There was no doubt that he had left one girl's life untouched back in his hometown, and that was just unacceptable.
"Please, Finn, please just let me go! You can keep the apartment, you can keep the cars, the money, it's all yours! Just please! Let me go!" The woman who was tied to the bed begged as Finn walked into the guest bedroom.
"Lea, you know I can't do that! But I promise, if you stay behaving you will be rewarded. And you love when I reward you, don't you?" Finn crooned, lifting the woman's chin while caressing her face. Lea tried to jerk out of his grip, but it only caused the hands to tighten.
"I think you are sick bastard!" Lea shouted, wishing she wasn't being held down buy rope and handcuffs. One swift kick could get her out of this, but alas, her legs were bound.
"You will regret that Lea, trust me." Finn sadistically grinned out while unzipping his pants. Lea took a deep breath as she let the tears fall down her face. Things had to get better, they just had too. Or she wouldn't make it.
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"Are you ready for this?" Quinn asked as she held Rachel's hand.
"No, not really. But I need to be." Rachel replied softly.
"You don't have to do this, you know that? Puck and I could." Quinn reminded the diva.
"No, if I am going to start getting my life back, I need to actually get my life. Besides I need this stuff for when I start school." Rachel said, her voice wavering with uncertainty.
"I will be right next to you." Quinn softly whispered, kissing the smaller girl's cheek.
"Good, don't leave me." Rachel begged.
"Never." Quinn answered.
Rachel took a deep breath, before raising her hand to knock on the front door. Both girls heard movement inside, and then the door opened to reveal Leroy Berry. The man looked down at his daughter in shock, before slowly opening the door further, allowing the two girls to enter.
"Uh girls, what are you doing here?" Leroy asked, completely caught off guard. A phone call would have been nice. The man thought as he nervously shifted from foot to foot.
"I am here to get the rest of my things." A shaky Rachel announced, Quinn held a tight grip on her hand, trying to show the brunette she wasn't alone. Leroy noted the gesture.
"I see." Leroy replied, still eyeing the two teens hands, clasped together. "And Quinn is here because?"
"Because I actually give a damn about her." Quinn growled, wanting to launch at the man to strangle him, but she held back. Before coming to get Rachel's things Quinn had promised to behave, not be nice, but behave.
"Now that is unfair Miss Fabray, if Rachel would simply stop ly-" Leroy was quickly cut off when a harsh slap connected with the side of his face. The man looked at Quinn is shock, while the hazel eyed beauty glared back.
"Listen to me Mr. Berry because I am not going to repeat myself. Rachel may have disobeyed you and your husband by going to that party, but she is not lying about being raped." Quinn started through clenched teeth, noticing how Rachel tensed at the last word. "You want proof? Go to Jessica Lopez, she is the doctor we took Rachel too. All the information is there, the police just won't believe it. Want to know why? Finn Hudson's uncle in the chief, he got his ass of a nephew off and out of the state. I saw Rachel that night, I found her that night. If you had seen how broken she was, how utterly defeated? You would be shitting yourself for even calling any of the events into question. Now, we are going upstairs to gather my girlfriend's things. Then we will leave, don't expect us back, don't expect phone calls, don't fucking expect a fucking Christmas card. You are dead to her, you left her at the time she needed you most. If she decides to bring you back in her life, she will, until then, you have no daughter."
Rachel looked at Quinn in shock. It amazed her when Quinn showed how protective she was, when she proved her love. It was fascinating to see the blonde go from polite to ferocious within seconds. It was kind of hot.
"Rachel, sweetie, do you feel this way?" Leroy asked, completely beside himself. What had he done? Did he really just lose his daughter? Did he cause he and his husband to lose the one thing they had worked and saved so long for?
"Yes sir." Rachel answered, looking Leroy straight in the eye. Quinn was quite impressed with that part. Rachel had barley been looking at anyone in the eye except for herself and Beth. Sometimes Puck.
Leroy opened and closed his mouth, before moving out of the way from where he had been blocking the stairs. How could he have messed up so bad?
Upstairs, Quinn pushed open Rachel's door and started to put the suit cases they had brought on the bed. She didn't notice Rachel come up behind her, but she sensed her. Rachel sent bells off in Quinn's head and body just by saying her name. Anytime the singer came close, Quinn was on high alert. She didn't know if Rachel knew how highly she was effecting the blonde, but Quinn wasn't about to tell her how utterly turned on the girl was making her. She didn't want to scare the diva.
Rachel on the other hand, she knew exactly what she was doing. She saw every time the reaction Quinn gave out. Her breathing would pick up, her cheeks would flush, and most importantly, her sentences got shorter as she babbled out nonsense. Rachel knew Quinn was taking their relationship slow for her, but sometimes, when she was feeling confident, Rachel wanted the blonde to stop going so fucking slow.
"Do you know how hot you were down there?" Rachel asked softly, moving the hair off of Quinn's shoulder before leaning down and letting her lips brush against the porcelain skin. "How simply fuckable you became?"
Quinn's breath hitched as Rachel increased the pressure of her kisses, starting to trail nips and bites from the blonde's collarbone to her ear, where she whispered seductively "Do you know how turned on I am right now?"
"I..thought, slow?" Quinn squeaked out.
Early in their relationship, Rachel and Quinn both agreed they should physically move slowly. Emotionally they were already wound tightly together, but Quinn knew how hard it was for Rachel to be touched still, how a simply bump could send her into tears. For Rachel to be standing behind her, pressing her body tightly to the blonde's back…it was quite the opposite of what they discussed.
"Slow? Does that now involve no kissing?" Rachel breathed into Quinn's ear, before nipping at the lobe. Quinn let out a strangled gasp, grabbing onto the tan arms that had found their way around her waist.
"Kissing, that's yea, kissing's good." Quinn rambled as she threw her head back to rest on Rachel's shoulder while the diva continued her seductive torture on the blonde's neck.
"Very good." Rachel replied, before spinning the blonde around and quickly lowering her onto the bed where the suitcases weren't blocking. Before Quinn could ask, Rachel straddled the girl and lowered her lips onto the blondes. Quinn moaned on contact. They both assaulted each other's lips. Releasing a passion they had yet to let go, pouring out all of their feelings as best as they could. Quinn was scared any moment Rachel would stiffen and back away in tears, but Rachel then started grounding herself down onto the blonde's center, causing Quinn to throw her head back as her hips bucked off the bed.
"We can't…we need to, oh fuck that feels so good Rach." Quinn groaned, feeling Rachel's hands slide up the front of her shirt to palm her breasts over her bra. "Fuck."
"You like that baby?" Rachel smirked, unclasping the back of the undergarment.
"Hell yes Rach, fucccckk." Quinn moaned, Rachel quickly reattached their lips to silence the sounds.
Quinn was fighting her feelings, she knew this was wrong, it wasn't time. Sure, if Rachel wanted to move forward, that was fine, but not here. Not in her old bedroom with her Dad completely shell shocked downstairs. It took every ounce of energy and restraint, but Quinn pushed Rachel gently off of her so the brunette was standing, gasping for air.
"Why? Why'd you stop?" Rachel asked while gulping in air. She couldn't help but smirk at Quinn's heavy breathing, and the hickey placed visibly on the pale skin of her girlfriend. Damn that was hot.
"We can't, not here." Quinn whispered, shutting her eyes tight and she calmed herself down.
"You don't want me? Quinn I know I am…damaged for lack of a better word but I promise I can-" Rachel was quickly cut off by a searing kiss from the blonde that left the girl speechless.
"I don't ever want to here you talking about yourself like that again. We have had this conversation, you can be lost, but you are not damaged. I fucking love you with every fiber of my being, and if you wanted to I would love to throw you down on this bed, against the wall, on the carpet, the dresser, the shower, wherever and ravage your body into absolute submission. Unfortunately, your father is downstairs, and we just gave him quite a bit to consider a few minutes ago. Adding screams and moans won't help, so if you feel up to it tonight, we can continue, but for now we need to pack the rest of your things." Quinn replied, smirking at how red Rachel had turned.
"Dresser?" Rachel squeaked out.
"Baby I would fucking..uh fuck you anywhere. But you deserve better then that, our first time, I am going to make love to you. I don't think you are ready for that much intimacy though. I am perfectly find with some hot and heavy make out sessions, just make sure you are doing them for the right reasons." Quinn advised, seeing Rachel's eyes widen in shock a bit.
"I didn't mean to throw myself at you, I just…I want to be better. I want to hug Brittany, I want to fight Santana, I want Puck to not be so scared of me! It seems like every time I go forward, I get pushed back five steps!" Rachel yelled, getting worked up over the whole situation.
"I know baby, I know it must be hard-" Quinn was cut off.
"-It's not hard with you though! I don't tense with you, I feel safe with you, I feel protected with you…I wanted to show you that." Rachel finished, a tear sliding down her cheek at the admission.
"Baby, I am not saying we can't move things further physically, I am just saying you can take all the time you want." Quinn replied, wiping away the tear from Rachel's face.
"I don't want time, I want you. What happened, it was a month ago!" Rachel groaned out.
"Ok, I will make you a deal. Go to school for one week, you haven't been back in a month, you have been having that tutor come to the house. Go to school, go to glee club, if you can do that…we will move forward. But I really don't think we are ready for sex." Quinn bargained.
To be fair, it wasn't just Rachel that Quinn was worried for. The blonde wasn't sure if she herself was ready for sex yet. While she knew Rachel couldn't get her pregnant, it didn't stop the blonde from remembering how horrible her first time turned out to be.
"School?" Rachel asked, completely caught off guard. They discussed the idea of school, hell they were at her house to get her things. The idea was still scary though.
"I think it's time you go back, I will be right there with you." Quinn replied, grabbing Rachel's hand into her own. "I promised I would be there for you always, and I mean it. Trust me baby." Quinn begged. She knew Rachel could handle school, the girl just needed a push.
"Ok, but I am going to want some new clothes, these skirts…they remind me, and Finn said stuff and I just-" Rachel was cut off again by Quinn.
"We can get you sexy ass skinny jeans so I can admire your ass all day, that is no problem. Now, lets get to packing." Quinn grinned as she walked into Rachel's closet to grab some things.
"I love you Quinn." Rachel admitted, the blonde's kindest and ability to make her laugh or smile overwhelming the diva.
"And I love you." Quinn replied as she walked back into the bedroom with an arm load of clothes. "You just, you make my heart sing."
Rachel smiled in agreement, before starting to pack up her things off her desk. She had Quinn, she had Judy and Puck and everyone else. Now all she needed was to face the rest of the glee club, and the entire population of William McKinley High School, no big deal. Right?