Chapter 2: Broken

They were drunk. She was alone. He was there. They left together.

No one would have expected JewFro to leave with one of the UnHoly Trinity's most sweetest girl from the jock party that night. No one even expected to see him there. He had a crying Brittany on his shoulder and was guiding her through the party to the door.

Brittany had just walked in on Santana and Puck having sex. She didn't know what to do, especially when Santana orgasmed and called out Puck's name. Her mind went to the many nights that it would be Santana calling out her name instead of his.

Brittany closed the door, went downstairs and drank. Soon she was almost naked and completely in tears. She could't remember what got her to this point. Maybe it was Artie dumping her. Maybe it was because she belonged to the one person who didn't belong to anyone. Who knows?

All Brittany knew was that she was in JewFro's car and they were driving to God knows where. She knew that the car stopped. She also knew that this wasn't anywhere near her house, or anyone else's for that matter. Brittany knew that they stopped in Lima Heights Adjacent where her and Santana had went one time and Santana got in a fight with a junky and from then on, Santana used that to represent her.

Brittany also knew that Jacob Ben Isreal was taking off her cheerleading outfit and she tried to make him stop. When she tried to fight, he would hit her someplace on her someplace on her body. He pulled down his pants and pulled up his dick, then reached and put a condom on.

"Don't want you to have my bastard child now," He whispered in Brittany's ear as he shoved his length into her.

It seemed like forever. Him drilling himself on her and Brittany trying to get free. Nothing worked and hours...or maybe minutes, later, Jacob dumped Brittany on the pavement and she was left there in tears. She cried because she couldn't move, because she was forced to do something she didn't want to do for the first time, that she was taken advantage of.

"SANTANA!" she screamed. No matter what, Santana had kept her promise. They weren't big, just people who called her stupid. But now, now she needed Santana the most.

When no one came, Brittany got up and walked home. She told her parents, who told the police, and who told Santana.

Santana.

She had sent Brittany millions of texts.

B, where are you?-S

I'm sorry B, please forgive me! I didn't mean for you to see us... I didn't even mean to do it!-S

OMG! I'm so so so sorry B! I heard what happened! Please text back!-S

B... I need you to be okay...-S

...I'm sorry...Love-S

Brittany deleted all of them.

Meanwhile...

Quinn turned toward the door of Rachel's basement to see the girl walk back in, desheveled, slouched, and miserable. Not the way she looked a few minutes ago when she went to take Jewfro and kick him out for crashing the party. Quinn walked up to Rachel, who glanced at her and winced, like Quinn was going to say something to cut her down another peg. Instead, Quinn took in the sight befor her.

Rachel's hair was a mess, her makeup had run, her clothes were tore, and she seemed like she could cry at any minute. Quinn just... couldn't. She turned around and told all the glee kids to leave and that the party was over. As finn was about to exit the door he turned and looked at Quinn.

"So," he said with his signature goofy smirk as he leaned against the doorframe, "since you and Sam aren't together i was wondering-"

"Goodbye Fin," Quinn said as she was pushing him out the door. She locked and closed the door and turned around.

Rachel was standing there staring at Quinn. She had a blank look on her face, like she couldn't remember how to remember. Without question, Quinn took Rachel's hand and guided the petite girl to her bedroom. It wasn't pink, wasnt yellow, wasn't green or blue... the one side of the room was wood with a walk in closet. The back wall was pink. The left wall where the window was, was yellow and the right, where Rachel's bathroom was, was painted pink. On the walls were pictures of broadway plays. On on wall was a board with pictures. Ha;f of it was full on the side that said family. The other side only had one picture, the mistake picture taken last year during glee. The one where Quinn was staring at Rachel...

Quinn guided Rachel to the bed and they both sat down. An awkward silence filled the room.

"Rachel," Quinn said, "what happened?" Her words were like a bomb and she set reachel off.

"He raped me Quinn! He told me he had something for me and then he raped me! He took the one thing I had, the one thing that made me pure and he took it from me! Now I can't even... I can't even believe I'm telling you this!"

"Rachel..."

Rachel just kept rambling and the more she did, the more her body shook and tears came down. Quinn repeatedly tried to get her attention, but failed. No one knows what possessed her to do it, but Quinn stood up and kissed Rachel. It wasn't soft, wasn't hard... it was just... what Rachel seemed to need. The kiss was alien territory for them but it felt familiar. After the kiss broke, Rachel cried into Quinn's arm. They laid down and Rachel cried till she passed out.

Quinn knew that Rachel was broken, but maybe she could help heal her.

Maybe Quinn needed to be healed, too.

AN1: HEY GUYS! SORRY I HAVEN'T BEEN UPDATING AS MUCH, I HAVE BEEN VERY BUSY... I KNOW, EXCUSES, EXCUSES. ANYWAYS, TO APOLOGIZE I MADE THIS CHAPTER LONGER THAN THE OTHERS JUST FOR YOU!

AN2: RIGHT AFTER THIS POST I WILL BE POSTING ANOTHER CHAPTER FOR "SLIPPING THROUGH THE CRACKS"

AN3: FABERRY STILL IS NOT A GO... THEY WERE JUST KISSING TO GET RACHEL TO SHUTUP... BUT THERE WILL BE SOME PEZBERRY FRIENDSHIP IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.

AQ1: ANY QUESTIONS FOR ME?

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE... SORRY...