TRIGGER WARNING... This is the chpt that describes what happened to Rachel...doesn't get to graphic but still just a warning.

I still don't own a thing.

Rachel's POV

"Puckerman had been on my case about never attending any of his parties which, he explained, even Kurt and Blaine attend from time to time. I guess that was supposed to convince me to go, I don't know. Kurt had text me after Glee on Friday letting me know he was definitely going to the party that night and was in need of a date, since Blaine couldn't make it for some reason I can't remember now. It took some effort on his part to convince me to go, but eventually I agreed. Sorry, I'm rambling and none of that is really important. I'll skip ahead a bit.

We'd been at the party for what seemed to me like an eternity but, as Kurt not so nicely informed me, it had been twenty minutes and he wasn't going to leave before midnight...which was 3 hours away. Against my better judgement I had agreed to catch a ride with him so, I was pretty much stranded. It's not like I'm really on speaking terms with anyone else but Puck and he was drunk when we had gotten there. I did my best to blend in and hide from Finn who also made an appearance. I had decided at some point that Kurt was being a horrible date so I set out to find him and tell him as much. I looked all over Pucks house first before heading outside. I made my way out back where no one was and was about to go back inside when I heard what sounded like whimpering behind the shed. I listened for a little longer then heard something bang against the shed, and what sounded like an angry voice followed by more whimpering. Against my better judgment I went to investigate and that's where I saw...I saw."

I have to pause for a moment and take a few deep breaths so I don't become hysterical again. I need to get this out, and if I start crying now I won't ever finish. She reaches for my hand and squeezes it tightly which gives me the last bit of courage I need to continue.

"I saw Kurt pinned up against the back of the shed by Karofsky who was...was kissing him really roughly. Kurt was trying to fight him off but ...well, you've seen him. My bicepts are bigger than his. Then suddenly Dave starts ripping at Kurts pants like he's gonna rape him or something and I don't know what came over me but, I charge at him punching and kicking just trying to get him off Kurt long enough so he could run. Kurt does manage to get away and instead of following him, I'm still attacking Dave. He grabs me and picks me up by the throat and slams me into the shed. I can't breathe at this point, since I'm hanging by my throat and I start to get dizzy. I guess he decides he doesn't want me to pass out or die, I don't know, cause he puts me down but keeps his hand tight around my throat. He starts yelling about how I don't know what I saw but he was not kissing Kurt, he's not a fag, and all this stuff. Santana, I didn't say a word to him about what I had or hadn't seen so, I don't know why he was all worked up. The more he's yelling about it the more angry he's getting at me. Then I hear him start saying how he's gonna show me how straight he is and I snap back to attention and try to fight out of his grip. He punched me in the stomach and that's all it took to immobilize me for the moment. It's all kind of a blur, to be honest, but I remember him forcing his lips on mine trying to kiss me, and his hands were running all over me..."

I choke up and cry quietly in my hands remembering how helpless and trapped I felt. I feel the bed moving underneath me then my hands being tugged away from my eyes. "Nena, look at me. You didn't say anything to trigger him honey, this is a hot button issue for him. It's all in his head, I'll explain that later okay? But please, look at me Rachel, you didn't cause him to react like that, okay? This, none of this, is your fault." I nod my head, although I don't know if I believe her. I mean how does she know what he's thinking? I see her scoot back to rest her back against the headboard, and pulls me to sit up against her between her outstretched legs. She wraps her arms around me from behind and speaks softly into my ear. "Shhhh your safe now Rach. It's okay. What happened after he...after that."

I hold onto her arms and lean back into her. I feel her kiss my temple then her chin resting on my shoulder. It feels a little bit easier to continue being wrapped up in her strong arms and, also not having to look at her, I think she may have sensed that. She's kind of awesome when she wants to be. "Like I said its all a bit of a blur really but he was being really rough and I was fighting him then I bit down on his lip, and he yelled but stopped assaulting my lips, but his grip only got tighter. That's when he spun me around and slammed my face into the shed. I tried to bend down and duck out of his grasp, but he grabbed my arm and twisted it back behind me so hard it popped out of its socket. If he noticed at all he didn't act like it. I was screaming in agony and it felt like I was going in and out of consciousness. The next thing I remember was when he reached up under my...my..skirt...Santana, I can't do this" I cry turning around in her arms so my legs are over her right thigh and my side is pressed into her. I nuzzle my head into her chest and cry.

After I catch my breath I hurry to finish the story as I feel exhaustion set in. "I was a virgin and now...now i don't think I am. He beat me up a bit more then...well like I said...until Puck or somebody came out the back door and he heard voices he stopped and ...uh...you know...pulled out. He kneed me in the ribs so fucking hard two of them broke. I was crumpled on the ground at this point, I don't really remember falling down but I do remember him getting right in my face saying if I told anyone about him and Kurt he'd fucking kill me next time. Then he told me not to bother telling anyone about him and I cause no one would care about me anyway, and Finn would just get mad, and hate me even more than he already does."

I let myself go again as I cling tightly to her. Her whole body has tensed up, but I don't care as long as she doesn't let go of me. She may not do this "sorta thing" but she's not too bad at it after all.

The next thing I remember is waking up in her arms my back pressed into her front and her arms tightly around me. She's placing gentle kisses to my hair, then my cheek, then my shoulder blade while saying my name over and over again. I roll over in her arms to face her. I can barely lift my eyelids they're so heavy and swollen. It's still dark out. "Hey you, I've got to get to Cheerios practice. You sleep in, okay? I've set the alarm for you. I'll come back after practice and pick you up for school, okay?"

"Are you sure? I can leave."

She glares at me. "Don't be ridiculous. Listen, we need to talk." she pauses which causes my heart to race with panic. She brushes some fallen locks of hair behind my ears. "You fell asleep after you told me what happened and for the first time all night you looked peaceful so, I didn't want to wake you, but we need to talk about what happened."

"I already told you."

"I know that, but that's not it. You don't just drop that bomb then say see ya later. I've got a lot I want to say, I said I'd be here for you Rache,l and I meant it. Just getting it off your chest is a start but it's not enough."

"What happened to Santana doesn't do feeling?" I mutter.

"This is not about my feelings, sweetie. I don't need to tell you how I feel about all this, you need to talk about yours. Go back to sleep, call your dads and tell them you're working on a project or something after school. After Glee you're coming home with me and we're going to continue this."

"They're away on business"

"You've been home alone this whole time?" Her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline as I nod. She lets out an angry sigh and pulls me into her chest.

"Jesus Christ, Berry."

"I'm sorry" I mumble because this is my burden to carry not hers.

"Don't you dare say you're sorry! You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm relieved you trusted me enough to confide in me and I promise I won't make you regret it."

I pull back out of her embrace. "Please Santana." I warn.

"Look this is the best I can do without lying to you. I promise to seriously try to not lay a hand on him or speak to him until we talk tonight, okay?"

"Try really fucking hard," I say as my eyelids droop closed. She kisses my forehead and climbs out of bed.

"There's no chance at all you'd skip school today is there?"

"Not a chance." I mumble shifting to lie in the warm spot where she used to be.

She sighs. "I thought so. See you after practice, baby girl. Be ready I'll beep."