Jonah knew Puck was going to ask him about that eventually, he just hadn't prepared himself for when. He was thinking he would have much rather had one of the girls ask him that. But no, Jonah had the luck he had, and it was Noah Puckerman who wanted to know of the worst Price family secrets, ever.

"Puck...I shouldn't have...I mean...", Jonah stuttered.

"No, just tell me man, because you know what, as long as we've been friends, I have never seen you that wound up", said Puck.

Jonah slowly walked over to his bed, and plopped down next to Puck.

"Look, it's really complicated, and I know people use that as an excuse all the time, dude...but seriously, you won't take it well. So, let's just let it rest, and live on like we always do, alright?"

"Wow. Like brother, like sister...that's' so messed up, Jonah", said Puck, as he stood up, and started to pace around.

"What", asked Jonah, as if he had been offended.

"What you just said, is so Jade! She does the same damn thing! When I first started hanging out with her...she was so...mysterious, like I couldn't get anything out of her. At first, I thought it was kinda' hot, I won't lie. But, then I got to know her...the best I could. It's like, you get down to the real things, the serious shit, and then she just shuts down, and acts like it's not important."

"Puck, no offense but you don't handle serious shit the best, you know what I mean? You don't like bein' too real, so why are you so agitated", asked Jonah.

"Because, I love you sister! I only started hanging out with her because I thought she was hot...and don't kill me...but, I wanted to get in her pants. Then we started being...friends. Just friends, and now she's like a sister to me. I get that I will never have the same connection you have with her, dude...but I wish I did. My little sister loves me I know she does, and I love her, but it's not the same. You and Jade have this crazy connection, and I'm jealous. You look out for her like a brother should look out for his sister, and I wanna' be able to do that too", said Puck, sitting back down.

"You have that connection, but obviously you don't see it", laughed Jonah.

"What?"

"You and Rachel, you do for Rachel, what I do for Jade."

"That's different."

"No, it's not...trust me. You know everything there is to know about Rachel, like a brother would. I've seen how you two talk, I hear what she shares with you. I can hear it in her voice, that girl tells you things that she probably wouldn't even tell her own parents. So, just trust me, you have the connection I have with Jade."

"Okay fine, you're right, and I am happy about that. But, your sister means a lot to me. How can you blame me?"

"Blame you? Blame you for what, I never said nothin' about blaming you at all...".

"No, I know you didn't but, that's what it seems like. I mean, I feel like you don't trust me, which sucks. It just sucks."

"Puck, I trust you."

"Than, why won't you tell me what's going on?"

"It's too messed up, I don't want you to feel different towards my sister."

"Nothing you ever tell me will make me feel different about her."

"See, you say that now but...you don't even know", said Jonah, as he laid on his back.

"No, you're right I don't know. So, just tell me", demanded Puck.

"I can't. I'm sorry, but it's just...too complicated."

Puck could tell that Jonah was being absolutely sincere with him, but he couldn't helped but be a little annoyed. He nodded his head, and stood up to leave.

"See, now you're all pissed off."

"No, I'm not. I get it" ,said Puck, as he opened the door.

"He hurts her, man", Jonah blurted out.

Puck stopped, and turned around.

"He hurts her like like a brother shouldn't ever hurt a girl, much less his sister."

"What?"

"It's like...he doesn't even care. He just wants what he wants, doesn't matter how much pain it causes her...", said Jonah, sounding like he was going to cry. Puck shut the door, and sat back down.

"How?"

The next morning, Jade woke up alone in her bed. She was a little confused, because last she knew, Santana was sleeping right next to her. She stretched, and smiled. She hadn't gotten very much sleep, but she felt amazing. Her body didn't hurt, she didn't feel like crying, and she could breathe so easily. She knew exactly why she felt so refreshed. A night on the rooftop, music, and people she loved and cared about. She rolled out of bed, walked to her mirror, and leaned down.

Ew. I look so ugly in the morning. No wonder Santana isn't still in bed with me.

The truth was, she looked just fine. But, in her own eyes, she was an ugly person so it didn't really make much of a difference. She grabbed a hoodie, threw it on, and walked out of her room. The scent of pancakes hit her instantly, and she smiled. As she walked into the living room, Puck and Rachel came into view. They were both sitting on the couch, watching the TV. Jonah was standing in the kitchen, over the stove.

"Morning", said Jade, tiredly, as she plopped down on the couch next to Rachel, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Good morning", said Rachel, as she scooted impossibly close to her friend.

"Hey", said Puck, not taking his eyes away from the TV. Jade noticed he looked kind of pissed off.

"You okay, love", she asked.

"Yeah", he answered coldly. She knew something was wrong, but she also knew not to push it.

"Okay...", she mumbled. She glanced towards the kitchen, and sniffed the air."Jonah, you put blueberries in there, didn't you", she giggled.

"You know it", he answered, without looking at her. She was starting to get a little freaked out that neither her brother, or Puck would look at her. She glanced over to Rachel, who gave her a weird sympathetic smile. She then noticed, Rachel looked like she had been crying.

"Okay, did I miss something", she asked, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"What do you mean", asked Rachel.

"Well, to be honest you guys are kinda' weirding me out. Plus, Quinn and Santana aren't here, and I fee like they would have stayed for breakfast...".

"They had class", said Jonah, from the kitchen.

"They have classes on Saturdays", asked Jade.

Nobody answered, and Jade got very nervous all of the sudden.

Oh my God, what did I do?

Instead of saying anything about how uncomfortable she was, Jade just put on a fake little smile and stood from the couch.

"Wait, where are you going", asked Rachel, grabbing on to her arm.

"Just, in my room."

"But...you always watch cartoons with us', said Rachel, sadly.

"I'll be right back", said Jade, and she walked away, and disappeared into her bedroom. She sat down on her bed, and grabbed her cell phone from the night stand. She started texting, sent it, and awaited a reply.

Where are you...something weird is happening. I think everyone is mad at me - J

She waited a few minutes, and got nothing back. That's when she knew something was going on.

She always answers me right away...maybe she skipped class and went home to sleep. Or...maybe she's mad at me too.

Rachel had stood from the couch, and started pacing around the room.

"She knows."

"Calm down, she doesn't know anything", said Puck.

"I hate this", said Jonah, as she flipped the last batch of pancakes onto a plate, and switched off the stove."I never should have said a damn thing."

"No, I'm glad you did", said Rachel, taking a seat at the counter.

"You should of said something before, man", said Puck, who still wouldn't look at anything else but the TV.

"See, I knew you were gonna' be pissed off at me", said Jonah.

"I'm not pissed off at you!"

"Bullshit! I know you are, because your giving all sorts of attitude, and you can't even put your attention on anything else but the damn TV! God knows, Spongebob is awesome but you can't be that into it, dude!"

"Alright fine", yelled Puck, getting up and walking into the kitchen area."Yeah I think it's really fucked that you kept something like this from me, and from Rachel, there! You happy now?"

"You guys, stop", protested Rachel, but it was useless.

"No, I'm not happy now! This is exactly why I didn't wanna' tell you anything last night! I knew you'd be pissed that we kept it a secret! Now, there you stand, mad as ever, silently judging me for being such a shitty brother!"

"Oh my god, are you kidding me, dude? I'm not judging you for a damn thing! That isn't my place! And even if it was, do you really think I'd be putting any blame on you? Jonah, you're the better sibling in this whole situation! You aren't the one who forced himself on his own sister", yelled Puck. Rachel had tears running down her face, she'd seen both boys angry before, but not towards each other. She was almost sure that this was the first real fight they had ever gotten in.

"This is so fu-...".

When Jonah stopped in mid sentence, Puck and Rachel noticed he looked towards the hallway, then away. They followed his gaze, to see Jade standing there, with a look of terror on her face.

"Y-you...told them? Jonah...how could you-"

"It's okay, sweetie don't be upset", said Rachel, standing up, and moving towards her.

"No...no no no, why", cried Jade, backing away."You didn't have to tell them, Jonah! You didn't have to tell them!" She sank to the floor and started crying. Rachel rushed to her, and tried her best to comfort her. Jonah had absolutely nothing to to say. He felt horrible, and Puck knew that. His guilt about the yelling and fighting between them, quickly came boiling to the surface, and he stepped towards his friend. Putting his arm around his shoulder, he looked back over to the girls. Rachel had managed to get her arms wrapped around Jade, and was doing her best to comfort her.

"It's okay...shhhhh, it's okay...", she cried.

Meanwhile, Quinn and Santana were strolling around Timed Square. Going in and out of places, just trying to kill some time.

"The Hell is going on over there...when are we allowed to go back", Santana asked.

"Whenever Puck calls. They wanted to talk to Jade about something, so they're probably still talking", answered Quinn, as she snapped a random photo.

"Well Jade texted me a few minutes ago, maybe they're done", whined Santana.

"You didn't answer her, did you?"

"No, you told me not to!"

"Look, don't get mad at me. I have no idea what they had to talk to her about. Apparently it's a roommate thing. Keep in mind, Rach and Puck have been roomies and friends with them for a while now. We're the new addition in this whole situation."

"Yeah, I get that, Q...but if it's something serious enough that we can't be there...obviously I'm gonna' be a little curious as to what the fuck is happening", she spat.

"Wow, rooftop meditation does nothing for your attitude, S."

"Sorry...it's just-", but the Latina didn't even finish her sentence.

Quinn, who had gotten a few steps ahead, stopped and turned around.

"What's the matter?"

All Santana did was point forward. Quinn looked, and the minute her eyes landed, her heart was beating fast and hard. There stood Jesse St. James, right in front of the August Wilson Theatre. He looked like he was waiting for something, or somebody. Quinn's stomach twisted at the site of him. Her hands balled into fists, as she took a few slow steps forward.

"Q...wait", said Santana, grabbing her shoulder.

"Wait? Are you serious, I'm gonna' destroy that arrogant, women beating mother fu-"...

"You can't just go over there and pummel him...as entertaining as that would be...you will never get away with it, not in broad daylight."

"I don't care. You really expect me to just leave him alone", asked Quinn, in shock.

"Oh Hell no, I didn't say that", Santana laughed."Come on, I have a plan."

A few minutes later, Santana strolled over towards Jesse, and breezed by him, making sure he had seen her face.

"Whoa, whoa wait a minute", he said, grabbing her arm.

Mother fucker did not just put his hands on me...

She smiled deviously, and turned to face him.

"Hey there, Mr. St. James."

"Oh my God...it is you. Santana Lopez", he smiled, looking her up and down. She wanted to puke on him, because she knew exactly what he was thinking. But, she just smiled, and winked at him.

"What the Hell are you doing here? Didn't think a girl like you would end up here in New York."

"Funny you should ask, Mr. Broadway Star...I came to see you", she said.

"Oh yeah", he asked, quietly, with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah...I heard how much of a success you are here. How much of a big bad Broadway star you are now", she said. She thought it was pretty pathetic on Jesse's part, that he was actually responding to the nonsense coming from her mouth. However, she knew his type. She knew it would work."I remember how much of a bitch I was to you back in Lima. I had some free time, so I figured I'd come...make it up to you." She reached forward, and rubbed his arm. He smiled wider, and looked around to make sure nobody was paying any attention to him.

"I'm a married man you know."

"Yeah? Well, Hell sweetie that doesn't make a difference to me, but if you'd rather stay faithful...".

"No no no, I didn't say that. I just thought you might want to know. How you wanna' do this? I can get us a room later tonight, after my show. I have quite a few friends over at The Manhattan Club, we could go there...have a few drinks...see what...unfolds", he said, stepping closer to her. She almost lost it, she wanted to hurt him so bad, but she kept herself in check.

"Oh, so you don't want some of this, right now? Okay, I thought you were a man, Jesse", she said, in a tone that she knew would piss him off. Sure enough, he glared a little bit, before his expression softened, and he smiled again."Not to say I'm not worth the wait, because you are damn skippy I am. But, I like games Jesse...I like to have fun. Lets see if you know how to take advantage of that...shall we", she said seductively, before she strolled towards the back of the building. He looked around once more before he turned, and started to follow her. As she listened to his footsteps behind him, she smiled.

That's it ass hole, follow me like the drooling dog bastard you are...

She was just about to turn the corner, when she heard Jesse's phone go off. She rolled her eyes, and turned around to see him answering it. He stuck his finger in the air, telling Santana to wait. The gesture annoyed her. If she hadn't been trying to lure him away from the public eye, she would have lost it on him completely. He talked into his phone for a minute or two, before hanging it up, and giving Santana a sympathetic smile.

"Let me guess. Your wife needs you", she laughed.

"Even if she did, it wouldn't matter. And, as much as I'd love to show you one Hell of a good time right now, that was my agent. I got somewhere to be. So, why don't you give me your phone number", he said, as Santana walked closer to him."I mean, you may not be able to put on a real performance when it comes to the stage, but that doesn't mean you can't put on a decent performance in a bed." Santana smiled her way through the anger that was boiling even further to the surface.

Oh you son of bitch.

"Yeah, I'll give you number. Give me your phone."

Jesse handed it over, and let his eyes wander while Santana entered her number. Once he handed it back, he winked.

"See you soon."

"I hope so", said Santana. And with that, Jesse hurried back out the street.

"Fuck...Q! Come out here, he had to go."

"Awe, come on", whined Quinn, who emerged from behind the building with a garbage can lid in her hands. Santana looked at it, and smiled.

"Damn Q, you were about to gangster beat him, huh...".

"I'm gonna' kill him", growled the blond, ignoring her friend's statement. She dropped the lid, and stormed towards the street.

"Quinn...", wanted Santana chasing after her, but she couldn't keep up. Quinn flew out towards the street, and desperately scanned the random crowds of people. Jesse was nowhere to be seen.

"Ugh! I should have just beaten the living shit out of him when he was back there", she yelled. Santana grabbed her by the shoulders, and looked right at her.

"Stop."

"How can you not be on my side? Especially knowing what he did to Rachel", Quinn said, almost in tears.

"Don't even go there. You know damn well I'm on your side, I'm just looking out for you", said Santana, harshly.

"Santana...I want to destroy him", Quinn said, desperately. A few tears fell from her eyes.

"I know you do. I know, and I promise you, we will get him, somehow."

Quinn was about to say something else, but her phone started going off. She sighed, and grabbed it from her pocket. It was a text message from Puck.

Baby Mama you need to get the Hell back here...like now! - P

"Shit, let's go", said Quinn, grabbing Santana's hand.

When they got back to the apartment, Ms. Jasper was standing outside the door. When she saw the girls approaching she backed off.

"Something is going on in there", she said, suspiciously.

"Yeah, ya think", asked Santana, sarcastically, and the women just shot her a dirty look. Quinn started knocking on the door, because she could hear what sounded like Rachel yelling from inside. Finally, Puck opened the door, and let the two of them inside. He saw Ms. Jasper standing there, rolled his eyes, and shut the door before she could say a word. Rachel was standing outside of Jade's bedroom door, crying, and begging her for to open it.

"Jade, please...please open the damn door...don't be like this! Please...".

"What the Hell is going on", asked Santana.

Puck and Jonah just looked at each other.

"Jade...please...we don't have to talk about it...I just need to know that you're okay. Fucking open the door...please", begged Rachel, through her tears.

"Talk about what", asked Santana, she was getting impatient.

Jonah looked at Puck again, as if he was wondering if he should say anything or not.

"Dude, you might as well just tell them, cuz' if I don't kill the mother fucker, Santana sure as Hell will...", said Puck.

Quinn joined Rachel next to the door, and rubbed her back.

"Guys, I'm not asking again, what is going on", snapped Santana.

"She's upset because I told Puck and Rachel a secret...", said Jonah.

"Jade, please...", Rachel begged. She was starting to get tired.

"What was the secret", asked Santana. However, Jonah wasn't about to say anything else. He already felt bad enough, and he was keeping his mouth shut.

"Fine! Puck, you tell me then." She was getting really annoyed.

"What's the worst way a guy can hurt a girl. Besides beating on her, I mean", said Puck.

Santana had to think for a moment. She knew the answer was an obvious one, but she didn't want to say the wrong thing. She remembered one of her professors at school, had mentioned something about taking everyday situations and questions, and thinking from a lawyers point of view. Once she did that, she knew the answer.

"Sexual assault."

"Exactly."

"Wait...what does that have to do wi-"

"Our brother", Jonah choked out, cutting Santana off. Quinn let out a small gasp when she heard him say it. She then looked at Santana, and knew something drastic was about to happen. Sure enough, Santana spun around. Quinn grabbed Rachel and pulled her away from the door just in time to avoid to Santana's foot kicking the door. It flew open, and there was Jade, face down in her bed. She had her headphones on, and her body was trembling hard.

Rachel, still in tears, let out a huge sigh of relief. Her mind had gone to some pretty dark places. Santana, Quinn and Rachel hurried over to the bed, Puck and Jonah took their time entering the room. Santana lightly placed her hand on Jade's shoulder, and she bolted up. She took in her surroundings, as tears streamed down her face. Rachel reached forward and took her headphones out of her ears.

"No...God...no...", cried, realizing that Quinn and Santana knew.

"Baby...it's okay", said Santana.

"I...I...d-didn't...I...oh God...", she cried. She couldn't even speak.

"Okay, everybody out! Go, just go, now", said Santana.

"But San-"

"Rachel, it's okay just go. Please?"

Quinn walked towards the door, pulling Rachel with her. She pushed the boys out with her, and shut the door. Santana grabbed onto Jade, and pulled her close. She was crying so hard, she could barely breathe.

"Jade, I know it's hard but you really have to try to calm down, alright? Just breathe...everything is okay, you just need to breathe, otherwise your gonna' push yourself right into an anxiety attack. Do you understand me?"

Jade nodded a little, but she continued to cry, and shake.

"Shhh shhh...Le tengo, I've got you...No grito estoy aquí, don't cry...I'm here...", she whispered, holding her as tightly as she could without hurting her.

In the living room, Rachel had actually managed to calm down a little. Her sadness had somehow turned into anger, and she wasn't being shy about it.

"What the fuck, how could she be acting like this", she cried.

"She hates talking about it, can you blame her", asked Jonah. He was on the verge of tears himself, but forced himself not to let them go.

"No! Not at all, but she wouldn't even talk to us, then the minute Santana shows up, she's all for opening up? That is so damn unfair!"

"Oh my God, do not make this about you, Rach", spat Puck.

"I'm not!"

"Rachel, it's not like she just opened the door for San...she had to kick it open", defended Quinn, but she regretted it the minute the words left her mouth. Rachel just shook her head, and she stormed off towards her bedroom.

"No, no no you are so not doing this right now", said Quinn, and she chased after her. Rachel walked into her room, and flung herself onto her bed. Once she knew Quinn was in the room, and the door was shut, she sat up.

"Why can't you be on my side about this", she asked, wiping some tears from her face.

"Rachel, this has nothing to do with taking sides! And don't get mad at me, I've been here for all of ten minutes! Forget that I almost beat Jesse to death today! Yeah, just sit here and be jealous of Santana, over something that is clearly out of anyone's control at the moment!"

"Wait, a minute what the Hell do you mean you almost beat Jesse to death?"

"While me and Santana were out, I saw him! We almost got him away from everybody I could seriously hurt him, but everything got screwed up", explained Quinn, angrily.

"Are you fucking crazy? I told you to just leave him alone!"

"Yeah and I told you to leave Sunshine alone, but did you listen? No, you didn't!"

"Oh my God, that isn't even close to the same thing, Quinn!"

"Bullshit, it's the exact same thing!"

Rachel wanted to yell back, but all she could managed was a frustrated groan. She picked up one of her pillows, and whipped it across the room. It hit the lamp that was on her desk, causing it to fall off, and break into a bunch of pieces. She stood up, and grabbed her other pillow, but before she could throw it, Quinn grabbed both her arms, and pulled them down. Rachel glared up at her, but her eyes met soft tear filled, hazel orbs.

"Stop."

She dropped the pillow, and relaxed herself a little.

"I'm sorry", whispered Quinn. Rachel just sighed, and let her girlfriend wrap her arms lovingly around her."We both just need to calm down, that's all. I'm sorry", she said again.

"If you hurt him...he'll hurt her", Rachel said, softly.

"What?"

"He'll just get angry and take it out on her...".

Quinn hadn't thought of that. She was kind of angry at herself for not thinking of that.

"I guess I'm glad it didn't happen, than."

Rachel slipped away from Quinn's grasp, and plopped down on her bed.

"You have to be getting so tired of all of this", she said.

"Tired of what exactly", asked Quinn, taking a seat next to her.

"This drama. I mean...that's all it's been since you found me. I don't understand how I make you happy, Quinn. I don't know if...I'll be able to ever keep you happy with me."

"Oh God, no Rach. Never think that. You do make me happy. Drama or no drama, things happen."

"But, it's not just that. Your feelings...our feelings. They've been there since...home..right?"

Quinn nodded.

"So...now we're here. And, I'm nothing like I used to be. I know that scares you, I know how it confuses you. So...how can you love me? I'm not the same", said Rachel, sounding so defeated.

"Rachel Berry, I see you. I know you, I know you're still in there, you're just hiding. You've already given up on yourself, don't give up on us too. Please...", said Quinn, kissing her on the cheek. Rachel reached cupped her hand to Quinn's face, and kissed her softly on the lips. They rested their foreheads together.

"Don't you try to run from me again...", whispered Quinn.

Rachel just closed her eyes, and nodded.

I decided not to be mean, and end a chapter without a cruel cliff hanger. Just this once...lol. Let me know your thoughts guys, you've all been great reviewers so far. Really, you encourage me, I like it ! I called real 'Jade' after writing this, I scared myself, haha. Hope you all enjoy. *high fives*