A/N: *****WARNING**** Triggers for rape, non graphic, read with caution. If you wish to skip that part, read only the first and third section.

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"I knew you wouldn't understand."

"Why is that?"

"Because you haven't been in my shoes. You haven't been here."

"This is completely different than high school."

"Exactly. This is real life. I have to make the best decision for everyone involved."

"And what about me?"

"You're not a part of this."

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She was watching the big snowflakes fall to the soft snow already on the ground. Everything was still and quiet. It had been a good few weeks. Lots of indoor time, hot chocolate, and snuggles with her children.

Thanksgiving would coming soon. Quinn had planned out what she would be cooking for the holiday. She was looking forward to it, even if they weren't traveling to visit either extended family. It would just be their small unit spending the day together.

Turning from the window, she moved through the kitchen. It was late, time for bed, and Michael was in the bedroom waiting for her. She turned off all the lights and headed into the room.

"Hey," he said, looking up from the bed. He was wearing his pajama bottoms and nothing more.

"Hi." Quinn smiled at him and flicked off the flight. She climbed into bed beside him, but tensed as he moved closer to her and slid his hand over her stomach.

"What took you so long?" he asked as he began to kiss her neck.

"It's snowing outside," she told him and tilted her head, frowning.

"How nice," he commented as his hand slid under her pajama top.

"Michael," she said softly and placed her hand on his. "I don't..."

He pulled away and stared at her in the darkness. "Don't what?"

"I don't... feel like it," she admitted quietly. "I'm tired."

"I'm tired every damn day after going to work, you don't see me bitching about it," Michael retorted.

"We can do it tomorrow," she offered sincerely. "Please."

"Maybe I won't be in the mood tomorrow," he responded and slipped his hand around her backside, pulling her in close. "But I'm in the mood now."

She pushed against him. "Michael, please. Don't do this."

Michael pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. Quinn struggled until he slapped her hard across the face.

"It'll hurt less if you don't fight me," he told her sternly through gritted teeth.

"Michael, please." She felt tears as he tugged at her pajama bottoms.

"What?" he asked and kissed her hard. "You want it, baby?"

"No." Quinn shook her head and pushed against his chest.

Michael grabbed her at her wrists and held her down. He leaned down over her, getting in her face. He smelled like mint toothpaste and soap.

"Tell me you want it, Quinn," he commanded. "I fucking know you do. Say it!" She was crying now and he squeezed her wrists harder. "Say it!" He smacked her in the face.

"I want it," she said quickly, still crying and praying that would keep him from hitting her again.

"I knew it." Michael leaned down to kiss her collarbone and bit her, making Quinn cry out in pain. He shifted on her and released one of her wrists so he could yank her pajama bottoms off.

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Rachel sat up in bed, pulling the thin sheet tighter around herself as she watched Quinn make her way across the room, wrapped in and half dragging the comforter. Rachel chewed her bottom lip, her cheeks were flushed and her hair was a mess, but she had never felt that amazing before.

"I know I wasn't the best," she said, swallowing her pride to admit that.

Quinn gave a shrug. "I didn't expect you to be." She searched for her panties. She didn't know where they went.

"You were... really... really good." Rachel had never come like that before. Especially not twice during a short amount of time.

"Thanks," Quinn replied, but that wasn't her concern. Her concern were her panties.

Rachel bit her lip again. She was holding Quinn's panties in her hand. She shoved them down between her mattress and the wall. She didn't want Quinn to rush out of there.

The brunette drew in a breath and slid off the bed, leaving the sheet behind. She approached Quinn and slipped her arms around her from behind. It was a little awkward with the comforter between them and the slight height difference.

"What are you doing?" Quinn asked.

"Face me," Rachel spoke softly.

Swallowing, Quinn turned slowly toward Rachel, letting the comforter fall. She locked her eyes on the dark ones. Rachel leaned up and kissed her softly.

"I know exactly what to do now," Rachel told her. She knew what to try, what moves to make now that the blonde had showed her. "I want to take care of you." She cupped Quinn's breast and ran her thumb over the nipple. "Quinn, please. Don't go."

Rachel leaned up and kissed her neck. Her thumb continued to brush over Quinn's nipple as she slipped a hand down between the blonde's thighs. Quinn's lips parted as she breathed out and her eyes closed. She nodded slightly and walked Rachel back toward the bed.

"I won't go yet," she whispered.