Hi everyone. I'm sorry to say but this is going to be the last chapter of this story. I have decided to end it as my heart just isn't in it anymore. I love this story and it has literally changed my life. If it wasn't for this story, I wouldn't know my amazing fiancee. I will forever be greatful to Glee as well as Dianna Agron and Lea Michele.

I'm sorry if this chapter isn't what you wanted but I wanted to write a final chapter to wrap everything up, instead of just never finishing the story.

Thank you so much to everyone who has read this. If you enjoyed my story, I am currently working on a new Faberry story about the girls going to college and dealing with being in a long distance relationship. I've written 1200 words already so hopefully it'll be up soon. I also have an Achele story already up with 10 chapters. Enjoy guys. I hope everyone is having a great day. Thank you again.

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Rachel was enjoying hanging out with Brittany but she was happy when Quinn got home.

"Is she ok?" Brittany asked as soon as Quinn walked into the bedroom.

"I think so. I'm not entirely sure. Rachel, can I talk to you in the hallway?" Quinn asked. She walked out of the bedroom before Rachel could even give an answer. She had no choice but to follow.

"What's going on?" Rachel asked. Quinn was acting funny.

"Something bad happened to her. She has a black eye and kept asking why this happened to her." Quinn said, leaning against the wall.

"Did she say what it was?" Rachel asked.

"No. I have a bad feeling it was rape or she was beat up by someone." Quinn said.

"Why do you think that?" Rachel asked. She couldn't imagine the bitchy Latina being taken advantage of.

"It's just the way she was acting, plus the fact that she broke up with Brittany. I hope I'm wrong but I'm scared I'm not. She cut again too. Both wrists are covered in angry red cuts."

"Damn." Rachel replied. She hated knowing that Santana had cut again, let alone whatever had happened to her. She was a bitch, sure, but she didn't deserve this. "I'm going to go talk to her."

"She isn't going to talk to you." Quinn said back.

"She might, you never know. I'll be back in a little bit. I love you." Rachel quickly kissed her girlfriend before heading down the stairs, out the door and over to Santana's. She didn't even bother knocking on the door. She walked right into the house and straight to Santana's bedroom. She walked in.

"You're cutting again?" Rachel demanded. Santana was lying in bed, clearly she had been crying.

"What do you think you're doing, hobbit?" Santana asked, anger filling her voice. "Why won't you people just leave me the fuck alone?"

"We love you, Santana. Something happened to you last night. We just want to help you. Please talk to me. I'm not going to judge you. I promise you. You need to talk to someone though because if you don't, your cutting is just going to get bad again." Rachel sat down on the bed and looked at the distraught woman in front of her.

"I don't want to." Santana answered.

"Santana, please?" Rachel all but begged.

"Fine." Santana said. "I got home around 2 am last night. When I walked in the door, my mom started yelling at me about being out at Brittany's so late. I have no idea why she is starting to care now but whatever. I got mad at stormed out. I decided I would take a walk around the block to try and calm down. I didn't make it very far before I ran into a couple of guys. They started hitting on me and I told them to go away and kept on walking." Santana paused, tears welling up in her eyes again.

Rachel tensed. She didn't want to hear what was coming next but she knew she needed to.

"One of them grabbed me by my hair and pulled me in between the houses. It was dark so no one could see me. I could barely see them. One of them punched me in the eye and the other one punched me in the stomach. Before I knew it, one of them threw me down on the ground, grabbed me by the throat and started choking me. I don't know how long he was choking me but I passed out. I woke up a few hours later. My jeans and shirt were ripped. I had a horrible headache and my whole body ached." Santana finished, tears pouring down her face now.

"Did they, um, did they rape you?" Rachel asked, her own eyes full of tears.

"I don't know. I think so but I don't know. I'm not torn down there but it's all sore. They could've just kicked me so I don't know." Santana said.

"Why didn't you go to the hospital this morning?" Rachel asked. "They could've done a rape kit. They would've figured out if you were raped and they could've gotten the DNA of the guy who did it." Rachel asked.

"I just wanted to come home and shower and forget it ever happened. I don't want to report it or do anything. I had never seen those guys before so it's not like I know them and can point them out." Santana said quickly.

"Santana, you need to tell someone." Rachel pleaded.

"No. I'm not going to. I told you. That's it." Santana stood up in anger and started pacing the room.

"Ok, you don't have to tell the police, but will you at least go back to your therapist and talk to her about all of this? I know you and I know you don't want to get back to that place of cutting."

"No I don't." Santana admitted, still pacing.

"I don't understand about what happened to you, but I do understand the cutting. Please go talk to the therapist." Rachel said. She saw the look on Santana's face and she knew she was reaching her.

"Can you go now? I just really want to be alone." Santana asked.

"Yeah, I'll go. Call us if you need anything." Rachel said. She stood up, patted the other girl on the shoulder and walked out. She checked her phone when she got in the car. She had 4 missed calls from Quinn. She immediately called her back, knowing something had to be wrong. She answered after only 1 ring.

"Quinn? What's wrong?" Rachel asked.

"My water broke." Quinn answered, fear in her voice.

"I'm on my way."

13 years later

"Mommy! Jacob is being mean to me!" Rachel woke up with a start. She looked over in the bed and saw Quinn's sleepy face waking up to.

"Explain to me again why we decided to have kids?" Quinn asked.

"I'm going. Go back to sleep, baby." Rachel leaned over and kissed her wife and headed out into the hallway.

Their 2 youngest children were sitting in the living room, arguing over who got to play with what toy. The boy was a small, 5 year old child. He had blonde hair like Quinn. The girl was 7, her hair deep brown like Rachel's.

"What are you 2 fighting about now?" Rachel demanded of her children.

"Jake took my toy! I was playing with it and he just took it out of my hands." Erin said. She put her hands on her hips and Rachel couldn't help but smile at the child who looked at acted so much like her.

"Jacob James, did you take that toy from your sister?" Rachel asked.

"Yes, but I wanted to play with it." Jake answered.

"You know the rules, if she was playing with it first, you do not take it from her. Now give it back." Rachel demanded of her small children. Jacob handed the toy back. "What do you say?" Rachel asked.

"I'm sorry, Erin." Jake said.

"Good. Now, Erin, you know better than to not share with your brother. I wasn't out here but I know you are bad about sharing when he asks. So make sure you share. Do you understand me?" Rachel asked. Erin nodded. "Good. Now behave while I go wake up your mom for breakfast."

Rachel walked back into their bedroom. Quinn was laying there still awake. "Are they ok?" She asked.

"Yeah. Jake took a toy from Erin. You know, the usually Saturday stuff." Rachel said.

"Of course." Quinn laughed. "How about I make breakfast and you go wake up Beth."

"Ok baby." Rachel walked over and kissed her wife once again before heading to their oldest daughters room. She knocked once before opening the door. "Kiwi, it's time to wake up sweetheart." A mess of blonde hair stuck out from underneath the blankets.

"I don't want to." Beth said back. "And do you seriously have to keep calling me Kiwi? I'm 13 years old for God's sake."

"I've called you Kiwi since you were in your mom's stomach. I will call you that for the rest of my life." Rachel smiled and sat down on her daughter's bed. "Now wake up. Your mom is making breakfast. I think we have bacon." That worked. Beth quickly sat up. "That's my girl!"

"Whatever." Beth said. "Mom, can I ask your something?"

"Of course. What's up." Rachel asked.

"Where did you get the scars on your wrists?"

"I was very unhappy when I was in high school. I had a bad habit of cutting myself. One time, I went to deep and ended up in the hospital. I'm better now though. You don't have to worry." Rachel smiled.

"Oh. Is that how Aunt Santana got to scars on her wrists too?" Beth asked.

Rachel thought for a second before decided she might as well tell the truth. "Yes. When Santana was 16, she was beat up by a couple of men one night and raped. She had a really hard time dealing with it. She tried to kill herself by cutting. She ended up in an institution for about a month. Once she got out, she was doing a lot better. She made up with your Aunt Brittany and they have been happy ever since. As far as I know, she hasn't cut in years. I haven't either." Rachel finished. She knew she probably told her daughter more than she should have but Rachel didn't want to lie about something so serious.

"What about mom? Has she ever cut?"

"I don't believe so." Rachel answered. "Your mom is very strong. Even when she was pregnant with you and got kicked out, she was so strong. I admire her."

"Is that why we only see Grandma Fabray every once in a while and we have never met her dad." Beth asked.

"What's with all the questions, sweetheart?" Rachel asked. It wasn't like Beth to be so curious.

"I'm just wondering. I'm already weird because I have 2 moms, but I also only have 2 grandpas I see on a regular basis. I just want to be like the other kids." Beth said.

"Beth Kristin Fabray. It doesn't matter if you have 2 moms, 2 dads or one of each. You and your brother and sister are very loved by the family you do have. Your mom's parents aren't the best people in the world. You know my parents love you 3 more than anything. Don't let the other kids ever tease you about being loved, ok?" Beth nodded. "Now come on, let's go eat some breakfast."

By the time they made it into the kitchen, the smell of bacon wafted in the air.

"Good morning, Beth." Quinn said. "How many pieces of your fake bacon do you want, Rach? I made 3 but I can make more."

"3 is perfect." Rachel answered. Quinn was always really good about making sure Rachel had vegan options. "Ok guys, come to the table please."

Their 3 children sat in their places around the table and Quinn distributed food. Rachel took a bit of her special bacon. It was delicious. "Thanks baby."

"Of course." Quinn said, taking a bite of her own breakfast. "Santana called last night after you went to bed. She wants to get together today to plan the details for the Disney trip this summer. We need to book everything soon. She thinks we will need 3 hotel rooms. She figured Beth and Heather could have their own room since they are the oldest kids. Then us with Erin and Jacob and them with Ben and Callie since the kids are too young to stay by themselves. What do you think?"

"Sounds good to me. What time are they coming over today? Or are we going there?" Rachel asked. "Hey, Jake, use your fork please." Rachel said to their son as he tried to pick up his eggs with his hands.

"They will be here in a couple of hours." Quinn answered.

"Cool." Rachel answered.

The 4 girls had all moved to New York after graduating from their various colleges. It had the most opportunities for them in the performing arts which is what Rachel and Brittany had gone into. Santana had become a lawyer so she could argue for a living and Quinn had become an elementary school teacher.

Rachel looked around the kitchen table at her beautiful wife and their 3 children. It was hard to believe there was a time in her life that she hated herself and the people around her. She was happy now. Her cutting was a thing of the past. For once in her life, she was happy and she couldn't ask for anything better.