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"Rachel! Get in here NOW."

The brunette pulled herself out of her comfortable, not to mention ridiculously warm bed, and recalled the time when she was the one giving the orders, she was still the one who was supposed to give the orders.

"Care to explain this to me?" The woman standing in the middle of Rachel's living room screeched in a raspy voice as she gestured towards the almost empty bottle of vodka and the half full shot glass she had set on the table.

The brunette rolled her eyes and yawned, clearly uninterested that her manager had, yet again, found her stash. "Your point better be valid... saying as you did wake me up at 8 AM on a Saturday morning..."

"You are NOT allowed to have attitude with me right now. If you have one more 'slip-up' your career is completely and utterly done for." The redhead was exasperated and in her mind, had every right to be. Her client, and best friend, was struggling with a drinking problem yet absolutely refused to admit it.

Rachel on the other hand, could care less. "Krissy," she began in a calm tone, "Look, I love you, and appreciate everything you've done to cover my 'Underage Drinking' and 'Intoxicated in Public' charges to spare my name in the public's eye, but you need to realize that I'm now 18 which technically means I'm a sophisticated and responsible adult." She finished with one of her million dollar smiles and began to clean up her messy loft.

"There are so, SO many things wrong with that statement. Your birthday was yesterday Rach! What was this!" Again with the frantic gestures towards the vodka, "I thought you said you were going to go have clean, sober, fun with your cast mates!"

"I did! Then I got bored, came home, and decided to give myself a birthday present."

"You're making my job impossible."

"That's why you get paid."

"Rachel-" The redhead began again.

"Stop Krissy, I'm seriously not in the mood! My head fucking hurts and it's way to early in the morning to be awake. Just because you're like a hundred and boring as hell doesn't mean I'm going to follow in your footsteps!" Rachel cried out, sounding nothing like her normal self.

"First of all, I'm twenty-one, legal drinking age, and I'm not boring! You do realize I haven't seen my girlfriend in a week because I've been covering your ass to the press and your fans? Rachel, your actions aren't just affecting you. You should really listen to the voicemails your fathers have left you. They almost regret letting you go to New York by yourself at 16, no matter how successful you are now. Even that Shelby woman called."

"What?" The brown-eyed actress suddenly seemed interested in what her friend had to say. "Shelby called me?"

"Yes, when are going to tell me what's so important about her?"

"Uhh let's see, how about NEVER? Since there's nothing to tell."

"I don't believe you"

"Don't care."

The two girls stared at each other in a prolonged silence until, finally, Krissy relented and turned her baby blue's away from the light brown eyes that could charm almost anyone.

"Rach, I care about you. That's why I'm being so nagging. You were so lucky to make it here in a time as short as two years. You're the leading actress in one of the most popular plays on Broadway solely because a scout saw you singing in the mirror at Julliard. It was lucky as hell Rach. Complete and utter luck." She sighed. "I'm not saying you don't deserve it, cause the lord knows you needed to get out of Lima, but why are you doing everything in your power to try to screw it all up for yourself?"

Rachel suddenly became very interested in the dark notches that stuck out in her hardwood floor. "I really need to get my floor re-polished."

Krissy rolled her eyes, "Just think about it, promise you'll do at least that?"

The girl's voice sounded so pleading that Rachel sighed and turned her eyes towards her best friend. "I promise."

"Good, now if you excuse me, I should probably go home and explain to my girlfriend why I've been MIA this entire week."

Right as Krissy finished her sentence, a loud knock rang throughout the loft.

The girls' eyes met each other's questioning glances and Krissy walked towards the door with Rachel close behind her.

The redhead opened the door to reveal two burly police officers with grim looks on both of their faces.

"Rachel Berry?" The one on the right asked.

"Uhm, yes, that's me?" Rachel was scared; she'd be lying if she didn't say she was sweating bullets. "I don't recall doing anything last night that should illicit a reaction from the police..." she thought to herself.

"We need you to come with us, now." The dark haired man on the left said.

Yep, Rachel was freaking the fuck out.

45 minutes earlier...

Quinn had tried to get up, she really had, but it seemed impossible. It felt like both of her legs were made of Jell-O and her arms felt ridiculously weak. The pain wouldn't leave either. There was so much hurt, emotional and physical. She shut her eyes as tight as she could and shook her head, willing herself not to cry. Nonetheless, a steady stream of tears ran down her dirty face, washing away the dirt and blood that were very much still evident. She couldn't help it, she began to cry out. She could barely focus; the lucid state she had been in was slowly drifting away from her. This was her last call for help before she gave up on the world entirely.

It seemed like hours, but Quinn knew it had only been minutes, until she heard footsteps walking towards the alley. At first she was scared. Was it her hunter coming back to get a second feeding? Or worse, to actually kill her? Actually, she didn't know if that would be much worse. The blonde attempted to cover her feeble, exposed body with her hands.

"Hello?" A deep voice asked.

Quinn opened her eyes at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, "In here," she responded, surprised at how vulnerable her own voice sounded. She could barely utter the two words out and she already felt herself slipping away again.

"Ma'am? Oh my god. Richard! Get in here we need to get this woman to a hospital. It looks like she's been raped and stabbed."

Quinn was touched by the man's concern; she hadn't felt someone actually care about her in so long. Then she heard another pair of heavy footsteps approaching her. Strong arms lifted her up and before she knew it, she was being carried out of the alley.

"What's your name ma'am?" The one named Richard asked.

Her consciousness was slipping away faster and faster and the last thing she remembered saying was "Quinn...Quinn Fabray."

:O awwww shittt what's gonna happen next