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Rachel opened her eyes and looked around her, she had no idea where she was. It was all too white, too clean to be with them again. They couldn't have got caught, she thought. She shook her head and tried to sit up, wanting to leave there as soon as possible.

They had murdered Kurt and Quinn. They were going to hurt her again. She was going to die.

She felt tears run down her face when a hand touched her shoulder, causing her to scream loudly and turn around – completely terrified as to who she would see. She shook her head and moved back a little, not sure how to react. She looked around, properly this time and noticed the tubes and the bandages that ran from her body. She frowned at the plaster cast on one of her legs, and closed her eyes for a moment, just trying to listen to everyone in the room breathe. She was alive and...

"Quinn?" She looked at the person next to her and he smiled, she noticed he didn't take another step towards her, instead waiting for her to ask him to hold her before he made the move. "She's alright, she's in the next room with Puck." Rachel nodded and then looked over at a sleeping Blaine,

"Does he know?" She whispered, and he nodded as he looked over at the boy as well,

"He's finding it hard... we all are but.. we're all so grateful you're okay."

"Where's my dads?" The moment she asked, they both walked through the door. She tried to sit up, but the boy next to her finally took that step and held onto her shoulder, she flinched a little but didn't move from his touch this time. "Don't try to move, Rachel.. you have a broken leg and a few broken ribs, try and relax, okay?" She gulped, suddenly confused as to when she broke her leg.

"Quinn doesn't know what happened either, she said you were both running and you collapsed in pain. You must have done it weeks before, I don't even know how you managed to walk.. or run.. but somehow you managed it. The doctors said running may have actually broken it, but it was damaged for some time before that."

Rachel looked down at her hands, not saying a word because she had no idea when they managed to break her leg. "I'm sorry we couldn't find you sooner." Mercedes whispered suddenly, causing the boy next to Rachel to look at her and shake his head.

Leroy noticed the hand the boy held on his daughter's shoulder and glared his way, not making a move to go near his daughter. The boy moved his hand off and looked down at the floor instead, unsure of himself now. "They never should have touched you." Leroy finally said, shaking his head as his fists clenched. He looked down at the floor and tried to hold back the tears Rachel knew he must have held back for a while now. She looked up at him, knowing what he was talking about but not saying a word about it.

"We will help you through this." Mercedes said, giving her a small smile. Rachel nodded and looked over at Blaine; he was still fast asleep, his dreams probably filled with Kurt when the boy was still alive. She shook the thoughts off and then looked over at the boy standing next to her, at least she still had him, and he still had her. They were the lucky ones.

"Finn?" He looked over at her and tried his best to smile, "Do you hate me?" She looked away, nervous of the answer as she thought of everything that had happened, why would he still love her? Why should he stay with her after everything that had happened?

"I never could hate you, I love you too much."

"But.. I-I let them do stuff to me.. I let them.." She felt a tear fall down her face, "A-and you won't touch me.. s-so I thought..." She carried on, despite the tears now falling quickly down her face. Finn shook his head and walked over to her, "I didn't want to touch you because I was told you'd be scared. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. Do you want me to hold you?" He asked kindly, so unsure of himself, so quietly. She lightly nodded her head and then looked at him, he smiled as he slowly wrapped his arms around her body. She felt the sudden warmth of his body and all her fear went away, relaxing into his strong arms.

She looked at her dad and took his hand when he looked away, "I'm so sorry I couldn't be there for you." Finn whispered,

"It's not your fault." The boy just nodded, and she knew he didn't believe her but she didn't say anything else about it. His arms tightened around her and she leaned into his chest, smiling, "Is Quinn okay?"

"She broke her arm and dislocated her knee.. she was in shock when you were both found but she will be okay."

"How long ago did we get here?" She hesitated a little, not sure if she really wanted to know,

"About two weeks, don't you remember?"

"Remember what?"

"You've woken up a few times, screaming if anyone came near you.. crying so hard.. you were in so much pain. They kept sedating you because they thought it would for the best."

"S-so that's why no one will come near me." It was more of a statement than a question, but everyone in the room nodded. "I didn't want them to sedate you this time, you seemed a little better." Finn whispered, kissing the side of her head.

"I don't remember ever waking up, it's been black for a while now. The last thing I remember is running down a hill and then nothing." She bit down on her lip, sighing,

"Quinn carried you – you've both been there for so long, you were light enough for her to carry even with a broken arm." He rubbed his eyes, looking as though he was about to cry.

"H-How long?"

"What?"

"How long was I there.. with them?"

He looked at her and inhaled sharply, "Six months." She looked up and shook her head, "It doesn't feel like that long." He nodded and her dad squeezed her hand gently,

"We looked everywhere.. the police built a case and then two weeks ago we finally got the call from the hospital that you and Quinn were in the hospital. You were a four hour drive from us..." Finn sobbed gently, and closed his eyes, burying his face in her hair. "I looked everywhere for you, in the end.. the police said they couldn't work on the face as a number one priority anymore.. there was just no trace, we knew you had been walking home because your car broke down and we knew that Kurt and Quinn were on their way to your house to check on you."

"W-what did they want?"

"There was nothing.. no ransom calls.. nothing. They must have just seen the three of you and decided they wanted you. You weren't the first ones, but you were the last." She frowned at the anger in his voice, "There was a massive raid on the house, they had guns all over the house and they threatened the police with them... all six of them." Rachel closed her eyes, trying to think for a moment – six? She could only remember four; three men and one woman. She wrinkled her nose and put her hands on her stomach, remembering the gun shot wound for a second.

"It was infected, they had to stitch it up and operate to get the bullet out.. it's going to leave a scar." Her daddy finally spoke up, wiping his eyes as he moved closer to the bed,

"It was the woman." Her dads looked shocked for a moment, looking at her,

"Four men and two women... they had both been kidnapped.. one of them was taken ten years ago and the other was taken twenty two years ago.. they were both sixteen, both of them stopped trying to run. They were brainwashed into thinking they belonged there, they thought they were safe.. that they were in love." Hiram lent into his husband, everyone in the room thinking that it was what they were going to do with Rachel and Quinn.

Rachel wrapped her arms around Finn as she sobbed, "K-Kurt.. it's my fault.. I didn't know they were going to and it's all my fault. I made them angry, it's all my fault. I thought they were going to kill me, I didn't know they would kill him for my mistake. I am so sorry." She cried as hard as she could, harder than she had ever cried before; Kurt was gone and she had no idea how to cope with it.

Finn cried with her, crying for the loss of a friend and a brother as he rubbed her back, Leroy spoke up this time, "It wasn't your fault.. it could have been any of you."

"Why did they save me? I asked them to let me die, I tried to get their hands from me so I could die. I was bleeding so much and they saved me, why did they kill him when they could have just let me die?"

"You wanted to die?" Hiram whispered, his face going impossibly paler than before,

"I gave up..." Rachel tried to explain, trailing off as she gripped onto Finn as tight as she possibly could.

"The Police said... they enjoyed to see people in pain.. maybe when they saw that you wanted to die, then they wanted to make sure you lived.. it would hurt you more."

"So, if I had just lay there, not saying anything, not doing anything.. they would have let me die and let Kurt live?" Mercedes shook her head, turning away to hide her own tears, thinking of her lost best friend. Finn watched as Blaine woke up and walked over to the bed,

"Rachel.. Kurt would never want you to blame yourself, they were going to kill one of you.. if not all of you. It was going to happen whether you fought back or not. He wouldn't have wanted us to be unhappy, he would have wanted us to remember him before all of this happened."

"Whenever I try to picture him, all I can see is him when we were there.. he was in so much pain, he was scared.." Blaine nodded and grabbed her hand, "I know.. I let my imagination go wild when I first heard.. but it's getting easier to remember him when he was alive and happy.. it makes it a little easier to deal with."

"I'm going to get a doctor." Hiram finally announced, walking over to his daughter to wipe away the tears that had fallen down her face, smiling down at her before taking his husbands hand and nearly running out of the door.

"I just want to forget this.." She whispered mostly to herself, Finn unwrapped his arms from around her, taking her hands in his,

"Sometimes, when bad things happen.. it makes you who you are. I wouldn't be the way I am today if my dad hadn't died... I'm not saying you will ever look back on this and think it's a good thing, that will never happen but you will look back on this and realize how much stronger it has made you. You, Rachel.. are one of the strongest people I know and you will get past this one day. You can do this, I believe in you and so does everyone else."

"I wish I could believe in me again."

"You will, one day." Rachel nodded and sighed, laying her head back and closing her eyes, she could hear Finn mutter something to Mercedes and Blaine, and then the world went black again. She wanted to see Quinn, she wanted to hold the girl – she was the only one who would ever fully understand what happened, and how she felt. Maybe they could move on together. Maybe.