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"Quinn, I… Have to cancel tonight," Finn told Quinn as the two walked through the hallway.

"Why?" Quinn asked, turning to face him.

"Well, it's… my mom's birthday, and we're going out to dinner, just the two of us."

"Fine," Quinn told him, turning to face him for two seconds before she ran off down the hallway and into the bathroom, locking it so no one would see her mascara trickling down her face.

"Quinn, are you alright?" a voice asked.

The blond looked up. There Rachel was, standing at the sink with a brown paper towel in her hand, and she was taking the purple goo off of her face.

"Yeah… W-what happened to you?" Quinn asked.

"Puck slushied me," Rachel said, shrugging. "What about you?"

"Finn… Finn canceled on me," Quinn wailed as she fell into Rachel's arms.

"Oh, sweetie," she said, massaging the head cheerleader's back. "I thought you didn't like him anymore." "I don't," Quinn said, gulping. "But that doesn't mean he has permission to ditch me for his mom!"

"It will be alright," Rachel said. "I'll come over tonight and we'll forget all about Finn with baking cookies or brownies or something. Is 9 all right?"

"Yeah."

"Alright."

That night, Quinn was upstairs in her navy blue and white room. Her blond hair was in a messy ponytail, and she was wearing mismatched sweats. The doorbell rang.

Quinn's parents were on vacation in the Bahamas for three weeks. Quinn looked up from her Spanish textbook, which she was reviewing for the vocab test Monday, and looked at the time. It was 8. It was an hour too early for Rachel to be here.

She got up from her comfy bed and walked down the long, winding stairs until she got to the door, which she opened.

"Puck, what are you doing here?" Quinn asked.

"I heard that Finn canceled on you," he told her, shouldering past her and strutting into the room.

"Wanna wine cooler?" he asked, holding the six pack up for her to see.

"No," Quinn told him coldly, walking back upstairs to her room and sitting back on the bed. He followed her.

"Puck, get the hell away from me!" she shouted. "You shouldn't be here. I'm dating Finn and you're with Santana. Finn is your best friend and Santana is your… sex buddy. Besides, I know your man whore reputation."

"I prefer player," he told her.

"Fuck off!" she told him angrily. "You're not supposed to be here. I'm expecting company."

"Wouldn't you rather be with me?" he slurred, and Quinn smelled the faint trace of alcohol on his breath."

"No."

"Well, I would."

He planted his hands on the bed and leaned over, making out with Quinn. She tried to get away, but he was too strong.

He pinned her to the bed and the kissing got more and more rough. He undid Quinn's uniform, and then gave her her first time.

It wasn't what it was supposed to be. It was supposed to the on the night of her wedding, sweet and romantic in a fancy hotel which her parents had paid for with a good Christain man. Instead it was in her room in her parents' house, and a Jew had raped her.

Sudddenly there was a knocking downstairs. Quinn wrapped herself in a sheet. "Get out!" she ordered, her voice quivering, as she pointed to the window.

Puck quickly got dressed, and then climbed out the window down the trellis.

Quinn headed downstairs and let Rachel in, who raised her eyebrows at the sheet covering Quinn.

"Did you do this for me? Quinn? Quinn? Quinn!"

Quinn burst into sobs as she fell into Rachel's arms.

"Puck…" she hiccupped.

"What about him?"

"He… raped… me."

Rachel and Quinn spent the rest of the night talking and abusing Puck. In the five or six weeks that followed, Quinn wasn't able to look Finn or Santana straight in the eye.

Quinn began to feel nauseous. She began to have cravings and mood swings. She had a faint inkling of what that meant.

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