Author's Note: Honestly, I thought I was gonna cry writing the end of this chapter. Late night writing may not be so good. Forgive any errors.

That's Easy, This is Hard

Part 3

April: Quinn's House; …

Rachel hated getting into these situations.

They were the situations that had no answers. Rachel knew it, and one of them would get hurt. It would either be Rachel, or Quinn. Although Rachel would probably suffer less than Quinn would. And so Rachel closed the front door of Quinn's house behind her and ventured forward in Quinn's home.

The blonde was curled up crying on the couch with a bottle of her parents' beer in her hand. It was half empty, but it had friends. Three very much empty friends.

"Quinn?" Rachel murmured. Quinn probably hadn't heard her come in, and she hadn't said anything yet. Quinn parents were out of town and Rachel decided it would be a good idea to stop by her girlfriend's house. You know, them being girlfriends and all.

"Rachel?" Quinn's head shot up and she looked over at the brunette.

"Hey."

"You did this."

"Quinn, just put down the bottle and then you can do whatever you want…"

Quinn stood up, shaking, staring at Rachel incredulously. "Do not tell me what to fucking do!" Quinn slurred loudly. Rachel flinched but continued to inch forward.

"Quinn, please, just give me your drink…"

"Then I can do whatever I want?" Quinn asked, her face expressionless. Rachel nodded. Quinn held her drink forward. Rachel hopped forward and took the drink from Quinn. She placed it gently on the table and then turned to Quinn.

And then Quinn slapped her. Rachel felt her body drop onto the couch, which was conveniently next to her. And Rachel turned back to look at Quinn's face just in time for Quinn's fist to dive into Rachel's cheek. Quinn flailed her arms around, just aimlessly pummeling Rachel's body.

Rachel knew this would happen – it wasn't the first time – although she had a feeling it would be the worst. Her thoughts were just of Quinn and of how much she loved the girl. She tried not to think about this. She would save her tears for when Quinn was asleep. She didn't want to make Quinn feel guilty when she was sober, and she didn't want to infuriate Quinn more when she was drunk.

"You have ruined my life!" Quinn shouted at Rachel. She slid her hand into Rachel's hair and pulled her face away from safety. She yanked hard, acquiring a groan from the brunette. Quinn slapped – once, twice, thrice – all in quick succession and none with real power, just real malice. "Why did I ever kiss you? It was the worst thing I ever did!"

Rachel, who had been trying to protect herself, spoke up. "Quinn, I kissed you."

Quinn ran her hand down the back of Rachel's head and both her hands fiercely squeezed Rachel's jawbone. Quinn crushed her lips against Rachel's. She wasn't thinking though – but her anger…everything was saying she needed revenge. Rachel kissed Quinn…Quinn needed to return the favor.

…Quinn and Rachel's First Time

And so, Quinn threw Rachel back onto the couch and pulled off her shirt. She leaned down and started to pull of Rachel's skirt.

"Quinn, stop, Quinn."

Quinn didn't care, and when Rachel's hands tried to interfere, Quinn grabbed one, and bit it. Rachel immediately pulled back. Quinn finally got Rachel's skirt off, and she then kneeled on the couch, straddling Rachel. She looked down at the beaten girl with a heartless expression and caressed Rachel's slightly swelling cheek.

"Quinn…" Rachel whispered, tears gathering. She hadn't cried at all during the beating. It would go away. Her first time wouldn't though.

"Don't you cry."

"Why?"

"Don't fucking cry!" Quinn yelled again, clenching her eyes shut. She opened them and then towered over Rachel, effectively eliminating all light from reaching the cornered girl. Quinn grabbed Rachel's hand, and it tried to escape the hold, but when Quinn's grabbed Rachel's throat, Rachel stopped and Quinn removed her hand from Rachel's neck.

Quinn brought Rachel's hand to her face, and slowly singled out Rachel's middle finger. She kissed the tip of it, and then slowly brought it all into her mouth. She suckled silently at Rachel's finger.

"I love you, Quinn." Rachel whimpered, her thumb stroking Quinn's cheek gently.

"Yep. You love me." Quinn hissed around Rachel's hand. Pulling the brunette's finger out of her mouth, she pulled off the remainder of Rachel's outerwear, and then slowly pulled off Rachel's bra.

"I don't want this."

"Do you know how many fucks I'm giving right now?"

"One."

"Yep, and its not be fucking caring about what you want, it's me fucking you. So just calm down and let me give you some loving, baby." Quinn squeezed Rachel's breast hard.

"This isn't you."

"Yes it is. It's the real me. The uncensored Quinn Fabray."

"Qui" Quinn clasped her hand over Rachel's mouth and slid down. She yanked apart Rachel's legs; she then slowly kissed her tanned thighs. Quinn inhaled Rachel's deep scent. "This is rape." Rachel shot out.

"Damn right it is." Quinn laughed as she ripped off Rachel's panties. "You like how strong I am? Just wait till I get in you. All this is for you, Rach-Baby."

Quinn shoved herself into Rachel. She nipped at Rachel's skin. She then moved up and bit one of Rachel's breasts. She took her nipple in between her lips and sucked passionately. She forced herself even further. Rachel all the while was shrieking out in a combination of pain and ecstasy. Quinn soon grew bored of Rachel's chest and ran a trail of kisses up to Rachel's jawline. And then Quinn hit something that made Rachel jump. Rachel moaned and moaned. Quinn bit on her jawbone and brutally kneaded Rachel's breast in her hand.

"Scream my name Rachel. Scream it and I'll finish this."

"Q…"

"What?"

Rachel shook her head. Quinn grinned and pulled out. Rachel immediately begged for more.

"Quinn…I need you I need you I need you don't please I just can't say Quinn I love you I need you please just please please please me please please Quinn," Quinn couldn't tell but it sounded as if Rachel was actually crying. Quinn slid back into Rachel and started a rhythm. In-slightly out-in-slightly out-in and so on. Rachel rocked with Quinn for what seemed like hours.

"You're bleeding Rachel." Quinn said.

"You happy?" Rachel broke out into sobs, hugging Quinn and burying herself into Quinn's chest. "You made me bleed. You made me bleed." Rachel screeched.

"Just like you made me bleed." Quinn whispered to Rachel. And the foul smell of Quinn made Rachel realized she wasn't with Quinn. She was with something else.

But it was still Quinn.