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"Okay, I can't do this anymore", said Quinn, as she stormed out of Rachel's bedroom. Santana, Puck, and Jade were sitting on the living room couch. They all looked at each other confused.

"What are you talking about", asked Puck, taking a sip of his beer. Quinn peeked into Rachel's room to make sure she was sleeping in her bed. She was so she shut the door, and joined her friends."I have a feeling she was about to give me the details about Jesse up on the roof, but then she fell asleep in my lap. So, you guys are going to tell me", Quinn demanded. Jade and Puck exchanged worried looks.

"No, don't even. Just tell me, because it's killing me."

"Me too", said Santana.

Jade looked and Puck again.

"You do it, I don't think it's a good idea...but go ahead if you want to", he said, standing up. He walked into the kitchen.

"Alright. Well...-".

"Jade. Don't", they all heard Rachel say. She was slowly making her way into the room."I'll tell them."

"Are you sure, Fun Size", asked Puck, from the kitchen. She just nodded, and sat down on the arm of the couch.

"After I left Lima...I moved here with him. My Dads weren't thrilled, but they knew how much I wanted to be here, so they let me. Me and Jesse...were only supposed to be friends, nothing more but that changed. He told me that the two of us made sense. That, we belong together and that the only way we were going to make it is if we stuck together."

Quinn was already pissed off, because she knew just how easily Rachel could be manipulated by Jesse.

"After about a month, he started getting a little weird. He wasn't being himself...he was being a more intense version of himself, if you can imagine."

Santana laughed a little at that.

"I started watching him closer, and trying to keep tabs on everywhere he was going. But, that wasn't working because I was seeing him less, and less every day. So, finally one night when he wasn't around, I went through some of his things. Found some contracts he'd signed for shows he was going to be in. Found checks, and all this cash. A whole shoe box of goodies, he was hiding everything from me. I thought he was having the same issues I was having, with auditions not working out, and not being to find any sort of representation. But, no he was fine. So I'm digging through all these papers..." As she was talking, she started to remember the exact night her life changed.

She was on the bedroom floor, in front of the closet. Papers, and notes spread all around her, reading though stuff. She was in tears, and she never even heard Jesse walk into the apartment much less into the room.

"What the Hell are you doing", he asked.

"What the Hell am I doing, you cannot be serious", she cried."What is all of this, how could you keep all this from me?"

"It's none of your business, you had no right going through any of that!"

"Jesse, you got signed, and you couldn't tell me? All these little coffee meetings with friends you go off to, your really going to see your agent, aren't you?"

Jesse just stood there.

"Well ,aren't you? Let's see...", cried Rachel, picking up one of the papers she had found."Oh, you start private rehearsal for Jersey Boys in a couple months! Why didn't you tell me", she begged through her tears.

"Because you didn't deserve to know", he yelled, so loudly it made Rachel jump."You can't handle this life Rachel, you're too fucking sensitive! That's why I didn't tell you, and that's why I've been making sure you don't get shit out of this!" Rachel felt like somebody had just ripped her heart out, and stomped on it. She just stared at him, wide eyed, tears rollings down her face.

"Yeah, I've been making sure you don't get callbacks, making sure nobody wants to work with you because you obviously can't handle any of this", he said, calming down, just a little. He was sweating, which was odd considering the room was cool, and he wasn't even moving around. But Rachel ignored that at that moment.

"Excuse me? How would you know I can handle it or not if you took it away from me before I had the chance to even try", she cried.

"Because I know you. I'm trying to protect you."

"From what?"

"From everything! This is place is too dangerous for you, and the sooner you realize that the dreams you have are way too big, the better. You aren't cut out for Broadway Rachel, I'm sorry. But you're not."

"How can you say that to me? Is that really what you think? Jesse, what happened to us being stronger as a couple...us being here for each other, and making it together?"

"I was wrong", he snapped. He was getting angry all over again. Rachel wiped some of her tears away, and stood from the floor. She was still giving him the benefit of the doubt.

"Okay, well if that was the case why couldn't just be honest about it? If you really think New York is too dangerous for me, why wouldn't you talk to me about moving back to Lima?"

"Because I need you here with me! What the fuck would you go back to Lima for, nobody fucking needs or wants you there! I need you here with me, to help me with all this!"

Rachel felt sick to her stomach. She took a few steps towards him.

"Let me get this straight...you can't let me try for myself? You sabotage me, and take my dreams away, but you want me here to help you with yours?"

"Exactly."

"And that sounds okay to you", she squeaked.

"I'm protecting you! So I don't see why you can't support me in return! That isn't too much to ask Rachel, and if you think it is, than I guess that means you don't really love me!"

"Oh my God...", cried Rachel.

"You sucked when New Directions was here for Nationals", spat Jesse, his voice dripping with anger."You were here, the place you've thought about being for how long? And what do you do, you screw everything up by kissing that dumb-fuck Finn Hudson! You sacrificed a win for that useless ass hole! So, I think you could sacrifice a little more for me!"

That did it. Rachel couldn't listen to it anymore, she couldn't believe the things that were coming out of Jesse's mouth. She knew he was honest, and she knew he could be cruel, but this was blowing her mind.

"Who the fuck are you right now", she snapped.

"What?"

"Where is all of this coming from? I thought you loved me...you said you would take care of me! You said I could trust you!"

"That was before I realized how much a weak, pathetic little bitch you really are! All you're really good for is being here for me...that's it!" He was starting to get a little uneasy on his feet, and he wouldn't stop sniffling all of the sudden.

"Oh my God...Jesse...what are you on?"

"What?"

"You just tripped over your own feet, and you weren't even moving. Are you doing drugs?"

"That isn't your concern so just back off, and clean all that shit up!"

"No! Tell me what you've been doing", cried Rachel. She was so desperate now, so confused. It all happened so fast, and all she wanted was the truth. The truth she got, however, wasn't at all what she was expecting. Not in a million years.

"I'm not gonna' tell you again", growled Jesse, but Rachel just stood there. She was about to clean up after him. For a a few minutes, they just stood there, Rachel looking down at the floor, Jesse glaring at her,fists clenched.

"Clean it!"

"No!"

And with that, he was coming so fast, getting away would have been a huge waste of time for her. That last thing she remembered was his eyes. Blood shot, full of anger, almost animalistic. She woke up hours later, on the ground. Her face hurt, it was dark, but she could hear somebody breathing. She didn't dare say a word, she just whimperd a little as she sat up.

"Don't speak. Don't cry. Just do what I told you, and clean up the fucking mess you made."

She turned towards the bed, where Jesse's voice had come from. She couldn't really see him, but she knew where he was. She wanted to say something, more than anything she wanted to, but she couldn't. She was scared out of her mind. She stood up very slowly, but got dizzy, and almost fell back down."C-can you turn the light on...please", she asked, quietly.

"Nope. You can clean just fine without it. So fucking do it."

By the time Rachel was done talking, Quinn, Santana, and Jade had tears running down their faces. Rachel was crying hers eyes out in Quinn's arms. Jade looked at Quinn, and knew. She was going to kill Jesse. She looked so angry, it was scary. It was classic HBIC, and when you saw on Quinn Fabray, you know somebody was about to be hurt. Puck was standing in the kitchen still. He wasn't crying, but he looked just as pissed off as Quinn did.

"Jesus...Rachel...I can't believe...wow", said Santana, not even able to form a complete sentence.

"What happened after that", asked Quinn, plainly. She wouldn't make any eye contact, she just stared off into space. Holding Rachel tightly in her arms.

"Um...well, I guess he got really...violent for months after that. I was still in Lima when she started calling me. She knew me and Puck were moving here soon, so she started calling us a lot, and we knew something was wrong. She asked us when we were getting here a little too often, you know? So when we finally did get here, I noticed she looked a little...tired, wasn't being herself like...at all. And, she did have some bruises...so instead of pushing what I thought was going on I just told her to call me whenever she needed anything. One afternoon...I get a call...she was crying so hard I couldn't even understand her. Me and Puck got there as fast as we could. We kicked the door down...and, she was on the ground...", explained Jade. But she couldn't speak anymore, because she was on the verge of bawling too. Santana reached over, and grabbed her hand, giving her a comforting smile. Rachel didn't even seem to acknowledge that the rest of her story was being told, she was just happy to be wrapped in Quinn's warm embrace.

"Yeah...he beat the piss out of her, than took off. I mean she was the only thing in the apartment, he took off, and left her with nothing. That piece of shit took her clothes and everything.

We got her to the hospital, she was fine after three days. Moved her in here with us. A week later, I found that mother fucker at a rehearsal and beat him senseless. I mean, if not for a bunch of his actor buddies pulling me off of him, I guarantee you I would have ended his life...I got arrested, but for some reason I will never know...that ass hole didn't press charges. Wouldn't of mattered, it would have been worth jail time", explained Puck.

"But...you wouldn't have been locked up in Juvi like before...it would have been prison, are you sure that would have been worth it", asked Santana.

"You didn't see what he did to her. Trust me...it would have been worth it", said Puck, as he turned towards the fridge.

"We should have known, I knew there was something off about that tool from the very first day I met him", said Santana.

"Yeah, and our second clue might have been that he cracked a fucking egg on her head...GOD I wish Shuster would of let us go beat his ass that day", said Puck, as he walked back into the living rom, with a fresh beer.

"Guys...I knew that dude was bat-shit crazy before he even started going to our school. Him and my older brother Mika...used to blow squirrels up in my parents back yard", said Jade, wiping her face.

"Okay, gross", said Santana.

"Hey Fun Size...how about you go pass out...been a long night for everyone...", said Puck. Without even waiting for her to answer, Quinn lifted Rachel's whole body up, and carried her into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

"Well, I guess that's where Quinn is crashing", laughed Puck."Santana... my bed is nice and-"

"Don't even...I'm crashing with Jade", said Santana.

"Whatever, your loss", laughed Puck.

"You are still such a douche", said Santana.

"Relax I was joking! Goodnight...", he said, as he walked towards his room.

"Night Puckerman", said Santana, shaking her head. She looked over at Jade, who was still crying just a little. Santana grabbed both her hands, and leaned in close to her.

"Hey...it's okay, it's over. She's safe now, right", she asked.

"Yeah, but you see her...how she is...I've been trying so hard to fix it, but I feel like nothing I say or do is gonna' matter to her at all", cried Jade.

"Listen, Quinn is my girl, she's my best friend, and I know her. See...she likes to think people didn't know about her love slash hate thing with Rachel. But, there were some of us who actually figured it out a long time ago."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. Why do you think Puckerman hasn't even questioned why Quinn is acting the way she is, huh? He knew...so don't you worry about it, Quinn's here to help, I'm here...and I'm sure she appreciates you. Hell, she listens to you, and that means something. Especially with Rachel Berry", laughed Santana. Jade smiled a little. Santana reached up, and wiped some of Jade's tears away.

"You feel a little better now", she asked, sweetly.

"Yeah, I suppose...I'm just tired. And...worried about my brother, and Mercedes...and Rachel...", Jade rambled.

"I know, I know...it's okay though, where is your brother now?"

"In his room. He's probably sleeping by now."

"Alright, well then let's go get some sleep...you need it. I'll even let you cuddle with me", said Santana, as she stood up, and pulled Jade with her.

"Why...are you...acting like this towards me? You hated me during school. You slushied me at least four times a week...",said Jade. Santana simply smiled at the girl, and walked towards her bedroom.

In Rachel's room, Rachel had already cried herself to sleep. It probably helped that she was wrapped in Quinn's arms. Quinn on the other hand, was wide awake.

I'm going to destroy Jesse Saint James...