Author's Note:

I would just like to warn readers that this is where the M rating kicks in, so if you are easily affected by M-rated kinds of things, maybe don't eat before reading this. That does imply that this will be great writing and I won't know if it is unless I get some reviews, so please do write me some, pretty please! I'll even reply and be super, super grateful.

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A week later…

I shed my tears; my tears – my consolation;
And I am silent; my murmur is dead,
My soul, sunk in a depression's shade,
Hides in its depths the bitter exultation.
I don't deplore my passing dream of life -
Vanish in dark, the empty apparition!
I care only for my love's infliction,
And let me die, but only die in love! ~ The Wish (A. Pushkin)

Emma in all her wisdom had helped her friend see that living out of his office was not healthy or appropriate especially when he told her that occasionally Quinn Fabray would stop by to use the piano in the choir room. He knew she was right when she had given him the 'move back home' speech two days ago and he had spent the previous night moving all his sleeping items back into his empty apartment.

On the other hand, Quinn had not made any progress. She persisted in coming to the choir room during the midnight hours and sometimes she saw Mr. Schue, other times she was left to play and sing in blissful solitude. Tonight was one of the latter nights.

She was working on a new song that was about friendship and support and loneliness. As she had pieced the music and the lyrics together bit by bit, she had Will Schuester going through her mind and everything they had talked about over the past week during their intimate little tête-à- têtes. She had come to view him as a close friend since he gave her permission to be in school after night fell and she thought he probably saw her in the same light.

When the light goes down and the world turns blue

I know I'm lost but then I find you.

Just as she wrote the lyrics down, she heard the door swing ajar at her back and a man's footsteps step across the threshold and grow louder as their owner drew closer to her in her place at the piano. She was about to turn around (her belly made it difficult to do so swiftly) to greet Mr. Schue when a hand clamped down over her mouth and nose.

She grunted and groaned as her assailant thrust her off the piano stool and plunged her to the hard floor, a motion she was certain would leave an unsightly bruise on her ass. Initially, she deemed the man above her a mugger just out for her purse and her cell but as he noticed her affairs atop the instrument and subsequently shoved them into his jacket pocket, he did not depart, he just leered at her and crouched so that his face was inches from hers on the floor.

"What do you want?" She garbled out, fear taking hold of her every nerve and sinew.

"I want what you want, baby, and you know you want this," he crooned scarily, placing his hands on both her hips.

She understood what was about to happen and looked down suggestively at her swollen stomach, hoping…praying that he would see her condition and just leave her.

He did notice, but once he did Quinn fervently wished she had never drawn attention to her childbearing belly. He whispered, "Well, in the family way, are you? That'll make this all the more enjoyable then, love, for both of us. I hear women get frightful horny when they're knapped. Don't worry nothing, baby, I'll scratch that itch for you."

"Oh my God." Quinn knew she was speaking blasphemously but in that gripping moment of abject fear and vulnerability, no other words came to her.

It was then that she became aware of the stink of gin on the man's breath as he forced himself to lay down upon her with all his weight. As he bore down on her, she exclaimed loudly in pain feeling her abdomen press down on the floor: baby, organs and all.

"Hush now, don't make a sound. We need to be quiet, baby or the kids'll hear us fucking and if we don't, well, you know what the punishment will be." He slurred over her collarbone.

Now that he was apparently satisfied with his threats, he began to sloppily plant wet disgusting kisses along her shoulder and neck and face while his hands darted downwards. She tried to resist as he put his meaty hands under her skirt and violently ripped off her panties, just discarding them, but when he bit down hard on her breast drawing blood, she cried out and decided her best option and her child's best chance lay in her simply taking it.

Once her t-shirt, skirt and panties were strewn about the room, leaving her clad only in her maternity bra, her attacker began to shove away his own pants. When she caught sight of his manhood, she gulped and shuddered at the girth of the thing. She knew from Santana that usually a man's size could be pleasurable to his partner but she took that to mean his willing partner who would be given time to adjust. It was apparent that the man standing in all his glory before her was not the kind of man to extend womankind that courtesy. She braced herself for the pain.

"Up you come, baby. Don't want you to be uncomfortable now."

Instinctively she scoffed at his remark and was rewarded with a hard punch across her face that made her nose crack and her teeth shatter. Before she managed to spit the blood pooling in her broken mouth, she was hauled up by her aggressor and shoved against the piano stool so that her upper torso lay across the cushioned top while her belly was tightly pressed into its pointed side and her legs were forced open. She heard his inhalation as he prepared himself to enter her and she was surprisingly grateful for that small mercy in spite of everything for it allowed her the time to brace herself against the stool for the impending onslaught and wrap one arm around her belly, just willing her daughter within to stay there and to shield her stomach from jutting too harshly into the wooden rim of the piano stool.

The scream that erupted from her battered lips when she experienced his dry and large shaft shoving into her body could have woken the dead and he kneed her in the back to shut her up. Before she had time to brace herself for another thrust, it had already been made. The only hope for Quinn at this time was that he was so drunk out of his mind that it wouldn't be long before he was spent.

"Oh God!" She sighed unwillingly, but the visceral response instead of bringing her joy or satisfaction made her ashamed and self-loathing.

"Yeah, you like that? Bobby knows you like that. Have some more. I'll keep going. No one can say I'm a bad lay, see? I'm waiting."

She didn't know what else to say to the inebriated man who was breaking her from the inside outwards except, "Please, just cum…Bobby," his name broke as she said it, "I need you to. I love it when you cum inside me."

With that small incentive, she felt his warm seed spew into her and thanked God for Puck of all people for making it so that there was no chance of her rapist's seed taking hold in her body. Thank God indeed for small blessings.

She felt sore but no more so than when she had lost her virginity but as she sank to the floor and noticed the blood that had pooled beneath the piano and its stool, the presence of adrenaline abated and the scratches and welts on her legs and ass and belly, all of which were leaking red blood onto the floor, registered. She attempted to quash the shriek before it left her tongue, but to no avail. Her noise resulted in a final bout of punches all over her body, though she did manage to shield her belly from the force of her attacker's onslaught, but in doing so she was sure multiple fingers on both hands were broken, possibly even her wrist.

He didn't say anything after that, possibly because she had sunk to the floor and just curled up on the floor shaking from the shock that had overwhelmed her nervous system. He most likely thought she was dead and was just leaving her to die alone like a dog, though she couldn't imagine treating even the most savage and vindictive of dogs with such cruelty.

Once Quinn registered that he was no longer in the same room as her, she looked around from her bath in red lifeblood for her clothes and anything that might help her get some help. When she saw one item's silhouette interrupting the pale glow of the choir room floor, she rejoiced as much as she could because her cell must have fallen from his pocket during his violation of her body.

She slowly reached for the device with a quivering arm and once she gripped it as hard as she could she chose the contact she wanted and waited for the dial tone to end and his voice to take the call.

"Hi, Quinn."

She breathed shallowly probably due to a few broken ribs, "Schue."

He heard the unsteadiness of her voice and looking at his signal meter, he saw he had five bars so it couldn't be the fault of poor reception, "Quinn, are you okay?"

"Need you. Choir room. Hurry."

With that, Will just leapt off his couch and flew out his front door, not taking the time to lock it and shoved himself into his battered old car. He was at the high school in a matter of minutes, thanking the Lord that traffic at close to midnight was non-existent in Lima. When he parked in the middle of the parking lot and sprinted down the silent, empty corridors, the dread that took root in the pit of his stomach grew and he was genuinely terrified of what he would find in the room that was more or less his home. She had sounded so hurt and scared on the phone and Quinn Fabray very rarely was either.

He noticed the lights were turned off so he called for her, "Quinn, you there?"

"Mr. Schue?" He heard her respond faintly.

It was then that he switched on the lights and gasped at the horrific scene that greeted him. There was blood spattered across the floor surrounding the piano and he noticed but did not know how to react to the sight of some of her clothes flung from the rows of seats to the area by his office. Lastly, he rested his eyes on the foetal positioned member of his glee club lying in the largest pool of blood almost under the piano.

"Quinn?! Oh God, what happened? Fucking hell!" He realised he shouldn't have cursed in front of her but the state she was in was the most gruelling sight he would ever see in his life.

He didn't know whether to try and pick her up and check that her child, he nearly swallowed his tongue thinking about the babe in her bruised stomach, was still living or to call an ambulance.

"I'm going to call an ambulance," he announced reaching for her cellphone as he had recklessly chucked his on the floor of his apartment, "it'll be okay and I'll find something to cover you up, sweetheart."

He was surprised that the endearment had fallen so easily from his lips but he figured she had most likely endured such an arduous attack that a little TLC would not hurt any.

"No," she whispered, her voice cracked, "please just take me yourself. Drive me in my car. Please, Mr. Schue, just help me."

"Alright. Can you stand?"

She didn't answer she only extended her purple hand and after he took it and lent her all of his strength, she shakily rose to her feet only for her knees to give way.

Will pre-empted her collapse and was ready to swing her up carefully into his arms so he could just carry her away from the choir room which looked like a page out of a Stephen King novel.

"Please don't leave." She demanded weakly.

He hushed her quietly, "I'm not going anywhere, Quinn. Don't worry, you're not alone now…you're not alone."

It was a silent and tense ride to the hospital. Will concentrated on the road and Quinn concentrated on Will. She kept both arms folded firmly about her midriff as if trying to hold her baby in. Will's gaze occasionally resting on her and her belly was plain to her and he did not care to mask his concern for her and it comforted her deeply to know that he was keeping a vigil over her and her unborn child as he drove.

Getting through admissions was easy. He tried to do as much work as he could, leaving Quinn with the task of just caring for herself while he dealt with nurses and paperwork. When the ward sister brought up a rape kit to which Quinn had to be subjected, he said he wanted to go in to her first in her trauma room where she was being examined. As she lay on the hospital bed, the harsh white light illuminating all her visible injuries making him wince, he wondered how she had survived. It dawned on him just how much of what had occurred earlier was his fault. He had promised that he would be there if anything happened, which was presumably why she had called him, but he would not fail her now. He would be by her side until the Devil's claws tore him away.

"For Christ's sake, Schuester, the kid has no parents!" He cursed inwardly at himself watching while Quinn disintegrated under the doctors' hands.

Will pulled the man who seemed to be the superior aside and mentioned to him that this was a rape case and the victim was seven months pregnant (a fact he realised they would already be aware of), so maybe he could sit near her head and talk to her as she was evidently distressed in the company of so many male strangers.

"And you are, sir?"

The glee club coach was suddenly flustered, not knowing what to say.

"He's my teacher. I called him and he drove me here. My parents and I are estranged and I have no idea how to contact them. They have literally changed everything about themselves and I suspect they are in England living with my sister, who doesn't speak to me either." Quinn interrupted, wanting to speak for herself and be heard.

The formerly tongue-tied Spanish teacher took up the tale of his student's woes, "She lives with another pupil of mine and her mother, but that clearly isn't working and I wondered if she might come and stay with me. I don't mind filling out any paperwork or seeing whomever I need to."

Both Quinn and the ER doctor's jaws dropped, the former's hurting a lot more than the latter's resulting in a pained squeal from Quinn.

"Are you alright?" Will asked immediately, darting to her side and placing one hand gently on her bloodied blonde hair.

She nodded looking down, but managed to ask, "Are you sure you wanna take me on? Especially after listening to me shaft Mercedes and her mom for hours on end?"

"Quinn, I already feel so responsible for what happened tonight and it was so bad. Please – if you feel comfortable that is – let me be responsible for getting you well and back to yourself again. Please, Quinn."

The ER doctor watched the two talk and saw the familiarity between them. He was trained to look for illegal and abusive relationships but despite the physical interaction they were sharing, he didn't get the vibe that there was anything below board in their relationship. As the teacher stroked the hair and held the hand of the broken pregnant girl lying on his table, the ER doctor just coming to the end of the shift wondered if he wouldn't put in a good word with social services to rush through the paperwork for a temporary fostering arrangement for Miss Fabray and her Spanish teacher, whom she clearly trusted and after what she had just survived, that was something valuable.

"Alright, Mr. Schue, but I don't blame you for any of this. I've always trusted you and right now I'm not sure what I'm worth but I trust you with me." She assented.

Will looked round at the doctor still examining them, "So, what do I need to do to get this show on the road?"

"I'll go and get someone from social down here while we do her rape kit. You don't want to be around for that. I'll have an intern come and fetch you when we're all done and then you can stay for as long as you like."

"Much appreciated, mate." Will responded with the first genuine smile of the night.

It took about an hour for both to get their initial work up and round of forms done but when Will walked into Room 3139 he saw a cleaned up and gowned Quinn asleep in her hospital bed. She still had brutal scars and bruises from her ordeal but there was that faraway glint of the Quinn Fabray that she used to be before her pregnancy and her attack which he would be damned if he let slip away.

Although he endeavoured to be as silent as the grave as he walked in and slipped into an armchair beside her, his movements roused the sleeping girl. First of all she looked as though she would scream bloody murder but when she recognised Will's familiar and smiling face, she self-soothed.

"How are you?" Will inquired hesitantly, fearing the answer.

"As well as can be expected, or so I'm told." She rattled off.

He didn't really want to ask but he just had to, "And the baby?"

Quinn nearly smiled at his concern for her baby, the baby that had nearly been his own daughter. She rested her plastered hands on her bruised abdomen and replied, "She's fine. Amazing…isn't it?"

Before he knew what he was doing or why he did it, he breathed out a sigh of relief and murmured, "Hell yeah, Quinn. You look much better. Would it be okay if I just sat in this chair? You can go back to sleep or whatever, but I would like to be here with you, if you don't mind the company? Don't worry about saying no if you want to be alone, I don't mind sleeping in my car."

"I can't be scared of you, Mr. Schue, even if I wanted to be, which I don't," she extended her hand as best she could, "and if we're going to be roommates, I want to be your friend because you're certainly mine."

"Oh, Quinn," he sighed, sitting and grasping her hand in its bulky cast, "I've filled in all the paperwork. You can come home in a couple of days but I'll take some time off and I'll kick back here with you and we can hang out."

"Sounds like a plan, roomy." She replied almost grinning that glowing smile she used to grace him with before all the shit hit her proverbial fan.

"And by the way," he added, "you might as well call me Will when it's just the two of us."

"Alright…Will, thanks.