Pairing: Rachel/Quinn

Notes: I feel you're either gonna love or hate this chapter. Rachel finally gets to vent and heal some more. Ok that's a shitty description. R&R please.

Warning: Violence lol

Disclaimer: I own nothings, but the random ramblings of which occur in my brain. Glee and any other copyrighted content used belongs to their respective owners.

She lay awake staring at the ceiling, even with her girlfriend beside her sleep escaped her, she should've expected as much. She didn't need sleep to come for the nightmare to play out in her mind. It's not a nightmare, it actually happened. She knew she couldn't escape the truth. A year ago today. She had gone to bed curled up into the blonde that was now her girlfriend, safely ensconced in her athletic arms. She knew that her girlfriend had tried to stay awake as long as possible for her, and she had made it well past three in the morning but had eventually succumbed to her tiredness. So now here she was, lying on her back, staring at the ceiling, willing herself to think of anything but today but so much came back to today. If she thought of her daughter, regardless of how much she loved her, it came back to today, today was the day she was conceived. If she thought about her friends, it came back to today, the way they all came together after her breakdown from keeping today a secret. If she thought about her fathers, it came back to today, the way their relationship had changed. If she thought about her mother, it still came back to today and how she had needed her mom. No matter what she thought of it all came back to today.

Convinced that Quinn was sound asleep she carefully slipped out from under the covers and made her way across the hall to check on her daughter. There was no denying she was perfect. Rachel didn't even view her as his, she was untainted by him as far as she was concerned and she would move heaven and earth to insure Charlie stayed that way. Her fingers gently ghosted over the wisps of dark hair atop her baby's head, she made a silent promise to protect her daughter from all the evils of the world no matter what it took. She knew today was going to be hard, she didn't know if she'd be able to cope with being around her perfect little girl, not because she would remind her of what had happened but because she didn't want to infect her daughter with the negative energy she knew would be radiating from her for most of the day, if not all of it. It was that thought that decided her course of action. Quietly she left the nursery and made her way back into her bedroom, she picked up the piles of clothes that were neatly folded on her desk and made her way to the bathroom, making sure the door was fully closed before turning the light on so as not to wake her sleeping girlfriend. She hurriedly got changed and flicked the light back off and made her way silently over to her desk and grabbed a pen and paper. Her writing was nothing more than a messy scrawl as she rushed the note. She folder the piece of paper and placed it beside the clock on the bedside table knowing that Quinn would see it when she awoke. She froze for a moment as she contemplated pressing a kiss to the blondes forehead but thought better of it as she backtracked out of the room and made her way down the stairs, carefully avoiding the sixth step and the creak that would give away her location. Rachel quickly glanced over her shoulder, she was the only one in her household that was awake and she knew that when the rest of the house woke up it would probably result in chaos but she couldn't stick around, she couldn't stand to be around them, not today.

By the time Quinn had woken up the sun had risen, she had actually slept past seven in the morning. She stretched out and discovered she was alone in the queen sized bed, she glanced over at the clock bleary eyed but didn't really register what she was seeing. Forcing herself to sit up she stifled a yawn and padded her way across the hall expecting to find her girlfriend in the nursery but the nursery was empty, even Charlie was absent from her crib. She shivered and tugged at the sleeves of her pyjama top as she made her way downstairs to the kitchen.

"Morning," she mumbled, she noticed that Leroy was busy making the coffee and Hiram was sat at the island with Charlie resting against his chest, "where's Rach?" she asked.

"Morning," Hiram answered automatically, his attention focused on his granddaughter who had a strong grip on his pinky finger.

"Isn't she upstairs?" Leroy asked confused as he turned to face the young blonde.

"I woke up and she wasn't in bed..." she didn't give Hiram or Leroy a chance to respond as she spun on her heel and ran back upstairs to check that Rachel hadn't been in the bathroom when she woke up and she'd just been oblivious in her half awake state. As she entered the bedroom she finally noticed the piece of paper resting against the alarm clock. No, no, no, no, no, no, no... Delicate fingers unfolded the piece of paper and hazel eyes studied the mess of words:

I can't. Please look after Charlie.

"FUCK!" She cried out in frustration, her eyes locked on the cell phone still on the desk. An icy cold panic gripped her chest and she tore off back downstairs with the piece of paper in her hand. "GONE!"

"What?!" Hiram and Leroy asked at once.

"Rach," she tried to wrap her head around everything, "she's gone."

"Ok, everyone stay calm," Leroy tried to soothe.

"Calm?!" Hiram snapped, startling Charlie who then proceeded to wail.

"Quinn, start calling everyone," Leroy ignored his husband, "I'll get dressed and started looking. You," he rounded on his husband, "calm the hell down, watch Charlie and stay by the phone."

Rachel had lost track of time, she had no idea how long she'd been walking for. She imagined she'd been walking for at least an hour and a half. It was hard to tell. The sun was definitely higher in the sky now than it had been when she'd set out. It was only know that she realised that she'd forgotten her cell phone, she couldn't even text Quinn to let her know that she was ok. She'd had no intention of pulling another 'Houdini' act, she was going to text her girlfriend to let her know she was safe but just needed to get away. So much for that plan.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up," Quinn muttered as she paced the bedroom floor with her cell, Charlie was still wailing downstairs.

"Hello?" a sleepy voice answered.

"SAN!"

"Jesus fucking Christ Q," she mumbled, "what time is it?"

"That's not important, listen-"

"It is when you wake me up," Santana interrupted.

"Look just shut up would you!" Quinn snapped, "She's gone."

"You did not just tell me to shut up." Her brain slowly registered what had been said, "What do you mean she's gone?" she asked already realising who her best friend was referring to.

"Rachel! She's gone San. She just...she left a note. She hasn't got her cell. Leroy's out looking for her. I just...she shouldn't be alone, San. Not today."

Santana could hear the fear and desperation in Quinn's voice, "Ok, I'm up. Call sit and spin, he found her last time maybe he'll get lucky again. Maybe she's with him," she tried to soothe, "she'll turn up, Q."

"What if she doesn't?" she asked her voice conveying her genuine worry.

"There's no way she'd leave Charlie, or you and Beth," the Latina reasoned, "she loves you all too damn much to do something that fucking stupid." She waited a moment before she realised Quinn wasn't going to respond, "Q, listen to me, it's ok. Hang up the phone and call the others, ok? I'll go help Leroy look for her."

"Ok," Quinn answered weakly.

She'd never be able to explain why she went there, maybe because it was the last place anyone would think to look, but none the less here she was, the first place she was looking and even though part of her knew that this would be were she'd find one Rachel Berry she was still shocked to see the girl sat there. Santana sat in the empty swing, she didn't even look at her friend, "This is all kinds of fucked up, you know that, right?"

"How'd you know I'd be here?" Rachel asked flatly.

"Figured it'd be the last place anyone would check," she shrugged, "besides, it just screams tortured artist and like it or not you're still a performer through and through."

"Right..."

"You know I should kick your ass for this," she continued as though it were casual conversation, "I don't appreciate a wake up call I didn't order or a panicked Quinn Fabray jabbering away in my ear while I'm still half asleep."

Her face was unreadable, even her voice was void of emotion, "Is Quinn ok?"

"Of course she's not ok! She's going bat shit crazy because you left without any warning and just left some half assed note, she is anything but ok!"

"I forgot my cell..." she toed the ground, barely moving the swing, "I was going to text her...let her know I'm ok...but I forgot..."

"Yeah well..." Santana sighed, "we're here now."

Rachel sat in silence, she was too busy trying to process everything in her head. She'd come here with a purpose.

"Berry, what are you doing here?" the Latina asked, she knew exactly what this place was, she still had a very vivid memory of Rachel's face when she was broken and defeated as it played on a TV screen in the courtroom.

"I..." she ran a hand through her hair in frustration, just being back in the park was bringing her anger to the surface. "I want..."

"What Berry?" she prompted, she could see the turmoil radiating from her friend, she knew Rachel needed an outlet from everything that was going on inside her but she had no idea how to give her the outlet that she needed.

Rachel got up and started walking without saying a word.

"Berry?"

She didn't answer she just kept walking, she vaguely registered that Santana was following her but it didn't matter, not right then. Tears silently raced down her cheeks as she made her way to the alleyway where her world had come undone, she kept on walking only stopping when she was at the exact spot he had destroyed the girl she used to be.

Santana stood in the mouth of the alleyway, she could see the way in which Rachel was shaking, the way her fists clenched and unclenched at her sides. She's angry... It was in that moment that the Cheerio was struck with an idea as to how to give the Glee club star an outlet for all her anger. She took a few steps closer to her friend. Please God, forgive me... "Hey freak!"

The word hung in the air, neither of them moving. Santana continued praying for something, anything. Rachel's head flooded with images, his voice rang in her ears. She turned around to face Santana and swung her fist hard, connecting it with the taller girls jaw and knocking her to the floor. Rage consumed her as she jumped on top of the fallen girl and began throwing punches.

"I HATE YOU!"

Santana tried to pull her arms up to shield her face.

"YOU RUINED ME!"

She tasted blood, her tongue darted out and felt where her lip had split.

"YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!"

She could feel the impact of the punches against her chest.

"YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!"

"BERRY!" her hands reached for the wrists thrashing around her.

As soon as the slender fingers were around her wrists the fight left her body and she took in the sight of her bloodied and bruised friend, "Oh God, Santana, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Santana pulled Rachel down on top of her and held her, "It's ok," she whispered as she stroked the girls hair, "it's ok..."

"I'm so sorry," Rachel repeated as they walked up to her house.

"Ok, enough!" Santana stopped, "Listen to me very carefully, I'm not kicking your ass right now because I provoked you, you needed to get that out of you, but I swear to God if I hear one more sorry I WILL kick your fucking ass, got it?"

Rachel nodded.

"Good, now let's get inside so everyone can stop worrying about you."

"They're going to be mad," she said quietly.

"Damn right they're going to be mad. You disappeared while everyone was sleeping you little maniac."

Rachel sighed and knocked on the door, not only had she forgotten her cell, she'd left her keys behind as well.

The door was practically wrenched off it's hinges, "Oh thank God!" Quinn flung her arms around her girlfriends neck, "You've got to stop doing this to me!" she cried into Rachel's neck.

Rachel wrapped her arms around the blonde, "I'm sorry," she whispered.

Hiram appeared behind Quinn, "Leroy!" he shouted into the house.

Leroy came running to the hallway, "Rachel Barbra Berry!" his gaze caught sight of Santana, "What the hell happened?"

"It's nothing," Santana mumbled.

"Doesn't look like nothing to me," Leroy commented, "get inside now and we'll get you all cleaned up."

"I promise Mr. B, it's nothing," she reiterated.

"Rach..." Quinn released her grip and looked between her girlfriend and best friend, "did you..."

Rachel was suddenly fascinated with her feet.

"What part of it's nothing didn't you quite comprehend, Q?" Santana shot as she walked past the couple into the house.

"Shut the door," Leroy ordered, "I want to know exactly what happened."

"Mr. B," Santana panicked, "it was my fault, can we just leave it at that? Rachel's back, everyone is ok now. Besides, I promise it looks worse than it is. Damn, alleyway was filthy."

"Alleyway?" Hiram piped up, "As in...?"

"Yeah," the Latina nodded, "but it's all cool now, right Berry?" she glanced at Rachel who was still wrapped in Quinn's embrace.

"It's fine," she promised.

Author's note: Hi guys, you should all go thank my best friend Davis B.P Thank you for always being my number one reviewer and helping me to get all these ideas out and onto paper (so to speak). Also a big shoutout to MikA-FaberryLuver4395 for proofreading for me.

So I'm hoping you all don't hate me for this chapter lol I have no idea where this idea came from but it was one I've had for ages and I just HAD to write it, there was no way around it. Before people start nit picking on me, everyone heals differently! This is just one interpretation, I can't represent everyone, ok?

Good news for all you faberry shippers though, for the foreseeable future all chapters are going to be faberry centric. Some things to look forward to…Rachel rediscovering a part of herself that she thought was dead (we all know it's not), and I'm finally going to deal with sex. Yep, so there you go.

Also, I'm in need of suggestions as to what school Quinn should go to, so send me suggestions! I think the obvious choices are either in LA or New York. Bear in mind that New York means Rachel can pursue broadway but LA means she could pursue singing and/or acting. I'm open to suggestions!

P.S. to the Guest reviewer that keeps claiming Puck is a rapist, do me a favour and bugger off! You're getting rather annoying now. I'm portraying Puck the way I'm portraying him, he will be a part of the girls lives and if you don't like it, it's commonly known as T.S.