Hey everyone! So just wanted to inform you all that this will be the last chapter that is rated T. After this the rating will be bumped up to M. Hope ya'll are ready because this is one ride you won't want to miss.
Rachel and Quinn stood in front of the local bar in town. Both of the girls looked at each other with skeptical looks. A weary sigh drew from the brunettes lips as she casually ran a hand through her hair. Quinn looked back down at the 2nd mystery card with questionable eyes.
"Are you sure were at the right place?" Rachel asked with disbelief.
Quinn nodded. "Yep. 5th and mineral."
"It's a bar." Rachel pointed out. "If we have to do more drinking I honestly don't think I'll make it."
"Relax, we don't even know what we're doing." Quinn replied.
"Well, all I'm saying is if we get into a bar fight, you better totally have my back." Rachel joked.
"Don't get overdramatic." Quinn rolled her eyes.
The girls entered the large bar with hesitation. Neither of them had ever been into a bar before and quite didn't know what to expect. The place was filled with people of all shapes and sizes. A majority of the crowd were men who had gotten lost into their own world. An aroma of musky beer and toxic smoke circulated throughout the bar. Rachel made a scowl face at the disturbing smell. In the back of the bar was an old juke box playing oldie's music. By the juke box were 3 large pool tables that were crowded with groups of men trying to earn some easy money. The combination of loud music, fried foods and strong beer was enough to make Quinn's stomach stir. The girls found a seat by the bar. A few men had noticed their arrival and were eyeing them with curiosity. Both of the teenage girls ignored the attention and avoided any and all eye contact with them. Quinn flipped over the 2nd mystery card to see the 2nd part.
Both you and your partner must entertain the crowd with the following song.
Ac/dc – You shook me.
A small groan escaped from Quinn's lips as she handed the card to Rachel. The small diva's eyes lit up at the opportunity to sing, even if the song itself was terribly obscene. Quinn on the other hand didn't like this task one bit. The blonde bit her lip with anxiety. I'm so fucking screwed.
"What the hell are you two doing here?" a voice from behind them caught their attention.
Quinn and Rachel spun around and found Santana Lopez standing before them. She had a large smirk across her face as she placed a hand on her wide hips and stared at them expectantly.
"We could ask you the same." Quinn replied with an even tone.
"Come with me." Santana stated.
Quinn followed the Latina while Rachel slowly trudged behind them, taking in the whole scene of the bar. Santana led the girls to a table in the back where Brittany was sitting at. Rachel quickly ran over to the taller blonde and threw her arms around her before falling into the seat next to her.
"Hey guys!" Brittany spoke with a light tone.
"Hey Britt." Quinn replied as she took a seat next to Santana.
"So which one are you guys on?" Santana asked as she threw an arm around Brittany.
"We're on our 2nd mystery card. We're supposed to sing in front of the entire bar." Quinn replied with an annoyed tone.
"Psh, lucky. Britt and I have to steal that hanging shotgun above the bar." Santana scoffed with a bitter tone.
Quinn glanced above the bar and saw a shotgun right above the shelves of liquor. Her brow lifted with surprise. How the hell was Santana supposed to steal that thing without people noticing? The blonde shook her head as her eyes averted back to the scowling Latina.
"Fuck that really sucks for you. So what's with all the shots?" Quinn asked as she pointed to the tray in the middle of the table containing 6 shots.
"It was our 3rd minor card. We had to get someone to buy us 6 shots." Brittany jumped in.
Both Rachel and Quinn nodded with understanding. Silence took over the small table as everyone avoided looking at each other except for a happy Brittany. A few tables over a group of biker men were chanting wildly as one of their own men started chugging down 6 pints of beer. All the girls stared at him with a mixed array of emotions. Rachel looked at the man with disgust as beer escaped from the sides of the man's mouth and Brittany looked like she would start cheering him on. Santana looked on as if she could've cared less for the commotion. Quinn watched the scene with mild curiosity wondering whether or not the man would actually finish the drinks. The man chugged down the 6th beer and slammed the glass down onto the table. More cheers erupted.
"Wow. He fucking did it." Santana stated with amused eyes.
Once the commotion had settled down Quinn grabbed a shot from the tray and tossed it back without a single word. Then she grabbed another and tossed that one down too. The table looked at her with surprise.
"A little thirsty there Q?" Santana mocked.
"If I'm going to be performing right now, then I don't want to be sober." Quinn replied as she reached for the third shot.
"Didn't those shots at the house do anything for you?" Santana asked with a curious tone.
"Are you kidding me? Remember Misty's party last year?" Quinn remarked.
Santana did recall that the smaller blonde had almost 10 shots throughout the night. That wasn't including the beer and mixed drinks she had. Despite the girl's reputation of being a 'saint' she definitely had a wild side that would be considered far from the holy angelic 'saint' she appeared to be. When the time was right, the girl knew how to get her party on.
"I liked Misty's party." Brittany chimed in.
Rachel laughed at Brittany's sudden comment. The taller blonde smiled brightly while Santana and Quinn began a conversation of their own.
"I see you and Berry are still alive." Santana commented.
"For the time being." Quinn responded gulping down her 4th and final shot.
After Quinn had consumed her last shot she threw Rachel a look. The look that said it was time. Rachel's eyes widened with excitement as she immediately stood up from her chair.
"Let's just get this over with." Quinn huffed out. "Santana record this on your phone then send it to us."
"Brittany could you get the music?" Rachel asked with delight.
The towering blonde rose from her seat and went straight for the old juke box. Rachel, Quinn, and Santana made their way to the bar. The crowd of men and women began looking at the three girls with curiosity. With the help of Santana, Quinn climbed up on top of the bar. The blonde quickly helped the small staggering diva up with her. All the crowd of people at the bar suddenly removed themselves from their seats to sit in the back to get a better show. The large group of biker guys in the back suddenly came forward with the rest of the on looking crowd.
"Uhhh, Excuse me ladies but you're not supposed to be up there. I'm going to have to ask you to step down from there." The bartender replied.
Both of the girls ignored him as they began to take their positions.
"Look this ain't no Coyote Ugly. Get down from there now or else I'll be forced to call security." The bartender advised them again.
"Fuck off." Rachel stated as she smiled up at the crowd that had formed around the bar.
From afar she could see everyone's head nod with excitement. They all knew what was coming and suddenly the bar came to life with energy. All eyes were on the two girls on the bar. Some of the men were whistling and waiting for their new source of entertainment. Quinn slowly began to feel the warm coat of the liquor. Closing her eyes a smile filled her face. With the encouragement of the eager crowd the blonde ran a hand through her short hair and smiled seductively at the crowd.
"HIT IT!" Quinn shouted.
The music began playing throughout the large bar. Loud cheering and whistles rang out across the bar along with approving shouts. All eyes were on them. From the corner of her eye, Rachel watched the creation of a different Quinn take place. The brunette couldn't help but stare at the other girl beside her. But just as quickly pulled her thoughts away and focused on the show at hand. A performance is always a performance. Santana stood a few feet in front of them with her phone out, recording the two girls on the bar. Brittany stood beside the Latina as the crowd began dancing to the guitar solo. Quinn flipped her hair wildly as she took the lead.
'She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean
Was the best damn women that I ever seen
She had the sightless eyes, telling me no lies
Knocking me out with those American thighs.
At that moment Rachel took over with dark lustful eyes as her hands brushed across her chest with a knowing smile.
Taking more than her share, had me going for air
She told me to come but I was already there
The wall start shaking, earth was quacking
My mind was aching we were making it
Both of the girls joined in at the same time with the chorus. Their bodies instinctually moved closer together drawing more cheers from the rowdy crowd. Santana's eyes watched the girls through her phone, laughing wildly at the two girls before them. Sweat glistened down their bodies as the girls sang. Both eluded confidence and pure raw sex, which in a weird way was starting to turn her on. There was no denying that they were fucking hot. Add in the crazy sexual song and call it an eye orgy.
Within time the girls began to get more confident. They were finally at the point to where they were touching each other. Quinn came from behind Rachel and placed her hand on the brunette's stomach. Immediately the diva could feel a scorch of flame ignite into the pit of her stomach. It felt like her whole body had been lit aflame. Rachel casted a confused look down to the ground and took in a shaky breath. Again she pushed this feeling aside and focused on the task at hand. Then the two were pressed against each other. Quinn slid her hand a little lower on her stomach as she herself bent her knees down onto the bar. Rachel's face burned a little red but recovered by winking at the crowd. More whistles and shouts erupted through the bar. Practically everyone was panting for air. Suddenly 3 bouncer looking guys came into the bar and started heading for Rachel and Quinn. They stopped the music and the girls' performance. The bar broke out into loud boo's and vulgar shouts. Some of the customers grew angry that their source of entertainment was gone. One of the bouncers made a reach for Quinn but a big beefy biker dude stepped in and shoved the bouncer guy away from the girls. That's when all hell broke loose.
Everything around them began to slow down tremendously as if they were in slow motion. Hands began to ball into fists. Shove's turned into hits. Fists began to slam into faces. Tables were being turned over splashing the floor with cold shattered glass and liquor. Screaming and yelling broke out as some people ran out the front door with fear. But a majority of the bar stayed and fought with the nearest person there was.
Quinn stood frozen in the midst of all the chaos. Every part of her body was anchored to her spot on the bar. Bottles flew across the bar, smashing into walls. Light bulbs were cracking giving the bar less lighting. The world around her was a total mess and all she could do was watch. Sheer panic coursed through the blonde's veins. Immediately thoughts of her parents came to mind. Her mind and body soon began to shut down. She wanted to run away but she couldn't physically move. A hand began tugging her off the counter, behind the bar. Suddenly the person beside her yelled, 'Duck.' Without even thinking about it she hit the ground as a large bottle flew past their heads. Arms flew around her, shielding the shattering bottles of liquor that were raining down over them. Before anyone knew it a bright flame had risen in the back of the bar. Black angry smoke vented out as the small flames became larger.
Santana appeared out of nowhere with a shotgun in hand. Her nose was bleeding slightly as she yelled something at the two of them. But Quinn couldn't understand. She couldn't hear anything. The back of her throat had gone dry and she couldn't breathe. All the air from her lungs had been stripped away without her acknowledgement. She began coughing as the room filled up with smoke. Again she felt a pair of hands tug at her arms and pulled her from behind the bar. The Latina led the way to the back exit. Brittany was already outside with wide blue eyes.
"What happened to Quinn?" Brittany asked with a shocked tone.
"We need to split up. Take Quinn. Text me if anything goes wrong. We need to call this game off now. Meet us back at Puck's house." Santana replied urgently.
"What about Quinn? We can't just leave her like that!" Brittany responded urgently but the Latina dragged her off down the street.
Rachel once again grabbed Quinn's wrist as they quickly darted down the back alley of a street. Police sirens cried out into the night as they rushed past them. Hidden by the cover of darkness Rachel released her grasp on Quinn. The blonde bent over as she gasped for air.
"Quinn? Are you alright?" Rachel asked with concern.
The blonde's hazel eyes shifted towards the brunette then at around their surroundings with confusion. Quinn swallowed a thick layer of bile that had risen in the back of her throat. Her eyes met with Rachel's once more with even more confusion and fear. The blonde's walls were quickly building back up as she slowly backed away from the small diva. When her back hit the brick wall her lips began quivering. Her heart was racing like a speeding place.
"Quinn?" Rachel tried once more. The brunette was about to move to the blonde when the other girl held up her hand to stop her.
"Don't." Quinn blurted out with an urgent tone in her voice. "Don't come near me."
"I don't understand? Are you okay?" Rachel asked with a desperate tone.
The blonde didn't bother to answer her or even look at the other girl. Rachel's eyes stared at the blonde with confusion. What the hell is going on? What happened to her? Just a few minutes ago she was fine. Why is she acting like this? I-Is she scared of me?
Rachel could see Quinn retreating into herself. Like she was shutting down, guarding herself into the isolation she hid behind. Deep down Rachel didn't know what to do. Quinn Fabray was falling apart right in front of her eyes. She could see the pain and hurt that filled those hazel eyes, dragging her farther and farther away from reality. Watching her like this began to make her stomach squirm with uneasiness, it made her feel sick. Rachel could feel tears stream down her face as she helplessly watched the blonde. After a few minutes those hazel eyes finally looked at her. They were wide, confused and guarded.
"Why did you do that?" Quinn's voice asked in a soft detached tone.
"What?" Rachel asked helplessly.
The blonde's eyes drifted away from her and off the right. Her arms were crossed against her chest. Again she had that far off look in her eyes that would make anyone shiver.
"You…." Quinn shook her head as her eyes returned back to the brunette. "You protected me. Why, why would you do that?"
Rachel didn't understand where this was coming from. The words coming from the other girl's mouth weren't making any sense.
"Why wouldn't I?" Rachel answered back with a soft tone.
"Are you stupid or something?" Quinn retorted with a nasty tone.
"I wasn't going to just leave you in there like that." Rachel answered with a stronger tone.
"Why not? I would've left you in there in a heartbeat."
"That's the difference between you and me. I care." Rachel replied.
The blonde's mood began shifting. The air around them was changing drastically. From up above the universe began frowning with fearful glance. Another force had jumped in and changed the universe's plans. A loud crackling anger consumed the blonde as she eyed the diva.
"You weren't supposed to do that. I never asked you to save me." Quinn raised her voice. "After everything that I've done to you….. After every single fucking thing that I've done to you, you had no right to do that. I didn't need you to save me. You should have left me in there."
Rachel narrowed her eyes as she stared at the blonde. A pang of hurt struck the small diva. Anger slowly began to cut into her stomach. Her hands balled up into tight fists and her lips pinched into a tight thin line. Jaws clenched. Her breathing became erratic. In this moment Rachel felt hurt, frustrated, and most of all anger.
"Would it kill you to just thank me?" Rachel's words were dripped with venom.
"I'd rather die than ever thank you." Quinn replied.
"You….. FUCKING SELFISH UNGRATEFUL BITCH!" Rachel yelled out.
Hazel eyes darted to the brunette and within 2 seconds the blonde lunged at her. Rachel's back hit the wall. Quinn had her pinned against the wall with her forearm pressed into the girl's throat. Brown eyes widened with fear as the small diva dug her nails into the blondes arm, drawing blood. Quinn increased her pressure against the girl's throat. Rachel tried to gasp for air but she couldn't tears were falling down her face.
"Please….." Rachel let out in a soft choked out plea.
As if pulled from a trance the blonde looked in into the painful eyes of Rachel Berry. She could see a flash of recognition of the girl. Horror and panic filled the blonde as she quickly released the brunette. Rachel fell to the floor gasping for air. Her tiny hands clasped around her throat while tears lined her face. The diva started crying.
Quinn's whole body began shaking as she stared down at the girl. Her eyes were burning with tears at what she had just done. Her stomach felt like a bomb had just erupted within her. She couldn't breathe. All she was trying to do was help. She was trying to help me and this is what happened. Quinn brought her shaky hands to her face as she silently backed away from Rachel. An unknown pain surged in her chest making her feel sick. Bile quickly rose in the back of her throat. The walls around her were hastily closing in on her. Her body was starting to react to the entire situation. There was only one thing she needed to do. Run.
"R-RRachel…. I am s-so sorry." Quinn stammered out. "God, I'm so sorry."
Tears fell from the blonde's face. At this Rachel looked up with tear stained eyes.
"I didn't mean….." she pleaded in a shaky voice. "I'm so sorry Rachel."
Quinn shook her head as she began running away from the brunette. Tears blurred her vision. Lights, cars, and buildings rushed past her. The wind blew against her skin. All she could do was keep running. She ran until nothing was recognizable. She never looked back.
A week later…
It had been a week since the brunette had last seen Quinn. No one had heard from her. Not even Santana and Brittany. It was like she had vanished off the face of the earth. Rumors were going around that she got pregnant again. Speculations about who the father was, was getting around. But Rachel knew better. She knew the truth and why the blonde wasn't at school. Truth be told, no one knew about what happened that night. She couldn't find it in herself to tell anyone. Not even her parents knew. She kept it closed and locked in. The diva knew it was only a matter of time until she would face the blonde again.
Flashbacks of that night flashed through Rachel's head. Quinn's dark eyes and the arm against her throat taking her every last breath. And ever since that night she hadn't been able to get a good night's sleep. And if she did, she would wake up screaming in the middle of the night.
"Rachel? Are you alright?" Finn asked wearily as he stood before her.
Rachel glanced up at him then around then the empty choir room. The meeting had finally ended and she hadn't even noticed.
"It's just you've been acting weird all this week. And I was just making sure-"
Her eyes drifted back to Finn as a scowl fell across her face. "I told you on Monday not to talk to me ever again." Rachel firmly stated before rising in her seat.
Finn closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. "I've already told you how sorry I was about what I said to you at the party." Finn replied with frustration.
"Do you think sorry is going to make me forget or take back what you said?" Rachel threw out with anger.
"You had your ass all over him! You were practically grinding his dick! And then he had the fucking nerve to put his fucking hands all over you." Finn blurted out.
"We were just dancing!" Rachel shook her head.
"YOU CALL THAT DANCING?" Finn raised his voice.
"YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO SAY THOSE THINGS TO ME!" Rachel yelled.
"I SAID I WAS SORRY!"he retorted.
Rachel shook her head and looked away from him. All she could see was those dark hazel eyes in the back of her mind. "Sometimes sorry isn't enough." With that the diva stormed out of the choir room. She was halfway down the hallway when a body blocked her path. Rachel looked up and saw an angry Santana Lopez. Rachel tried to move past her but the taller Latina wouldn't allow that. She wasn't in the mood for this right now.
"What do you want Santana?"Rachel asked impatiently.
"Where is Quinn?" Santana asked in a demanding tone.
Rachel glared at her as she shook her head. "How the hell am I supposed to know? She's your friend." Rachel threw out before trying to move once again past the Latina and was met with failure.
"Don't play dumb with me Berry. You and I both know that you were the last one to see her. Now tell me what the hell happened that night."
"I don't have time for this." Rachel muttered.
"What happened to her? TELL ME NOW!"
"Fine, you wanna know what happened? After you and Brittany left I took Quinn into an alleyway to try to calm her down and get her to collect herself. Then she just freaked out. And she- she"
"She what?" Santana ordered.
"She attacked me."
"What do you mean she attacked you?"
"She pushed me up against the wall and almost choked me to death." Rachel spluttered out with a hoarse voice.
Santana's eyes widened. Immediately she shook her head. "Quinn wouldn't do that. She's not like that."
"I would've thought that too. But in the end we both would've been wrong. This time she went too far." Rachel stated.
"Why didn't you call me?" Santana raged on.
"It doesn't matter anyway. Sooner or later she's going to have to face what she did. She can't hide forever. And when she does show her face, she's going to pay. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to be late for my appointment."
2 hours later….
Sweat glistened down Rachel's chest. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun as she slammed her fists into the large punching bag. Her black training bra stuck out from her white tank top and black shorts. An angry scowl was written on her face.
"Good, now jab again. Remember to filter your breathing."
Rachel nodded as she began to slam her fists into the bag once more.
"Attack, attack, attack. Leave no room for error because the second you lose your concentration that's all it takes for them to hurt you." Her instructor's voice raised above the brunettes angry growls.
She could feel her instructor's presence as he watched her every move. "Remember Rachel you're not a victim anymore."
More anger curled up into Rachel's stomach. She fiercely continued her attack on the large bag. Flashes of that night ran into her head again. She could feel the arm on her throat. Then she saw the flash of anger and pain behind those hazel eyes as her body began to feel limp. All of it came running to her with a flood of emotions. Tears burned from her eyes as her body collapsed onto the ground. Sobs filled the gym. Monty, her trainer, bent down and wrapped his arms around the fallen girl. Rachel grabbed onto his shirt with a death grip.
"I know it hurts now, Rachel. But you can't let them win. You can't let this destroy you. You have to fight back. Don't give in. You are not a victim Rachel Berry. That's why you are here. Now I want to hear you say it."
"I-I can't." Rachel whimpered.
"No. You can. Say it." Monty encouraged.
She sniffed. "I'm not a victim." She whispered.
"That's not good enough. I can't hear you."
"I'm not a victim." She mumbled out.
"Louder!"
"I'm NOT A VICTIM!"
"Good, now wipe off those tears and let's get back to work."
Rachel blinked as Monty pulled her up to her feet with one swift move.
"Now who are you?" he asked walking slowly around her.
Rachel wiped her tears and looked at him with newfound determination that lit up her face.
"I'm Rachel Berry."
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