"What are you doing here?" Rachel asked tip toeing to the peep hole of her front door. She saw Quinn, Santana, and Brittany in the front while the rest of the glee club was making their way towards the door. She watched as all of them made their way to the front, settling in different places in her large front porch.

"Open up Berry. Don't make me get Finn to kick this door down," Santana called out. Rachel let out a loud sigh before opening the door. She opened the door a small crack making sure they didn't see her.

"Promise not to freak," she whispered. Everyone looked at each other in worry before focusing their attention to the door that was slowly opening. She heard a collective amongst the group and looked down afraid to see their reaction. Rachel stood there in a pair of sweats and a white tank top that clung to her curves but that wasn't the thing that surprised. What surprised them was the prominent hand marks on Rachel's arms, and the bruise on her cheek that she was sporting.

"What happened?" Quinn asked.

"Why do you even care? You guys don't even like me."

"Girl, that was last year. We're glee. We're a family now, a slightly unorthodox family, but a family nonetheless," Mercedes added. Everyone was nodding in agreement behind her.

"Come in," she simple stated opening the door wider to let all of them in. They all settled into her large living room.

"Where's your dads B?" Santana asked. Rachel let out a dry laugh before slumping on the large couch besides Puck.

"I don't know London, Paris, Italy. I've lost track," she said bitterly. Puck brought his arm around her and squeezed her opposite shoulder. He knew this story all too well.

"You mean they're never home?" Brittany asked. Rachel shook her head.

"I was important enough to be born but not important enough to stick around."

"But what about all your dance competitions and classes you took?" Kurt asked confused.

"Nanny #1 did the acting; nanny #2 did the dancing, nanny #3 vocal lessons."

"Are you kidding me Rach? That's fucked," Mike said. Rachel just nodded nonchalantly and relaxed in the Puck's hold.

"Then who watched you while your parents were gone?" Santana asked.

"My mom," Puck said before Rachel could. He knew how emotional she was about this subject. "Jewish community's not that big so my mom was the only alternative. We practically lived at each other's houses when we were younger."

"Wait how is that even possible? I've never seen her at your house once when we were younger," Finn said. Puck shrugged before answering.

"She was always at practice. She'd usually come by after you had to leave which was pretty early," Puck said smirking. Finn blushed a little before nodding his head.

"I'm still confused, what about all those times you bullied her," Quinn asked.

"She was there when my dad left. She knew too much and I let the anger of my dad leaving take over and I did a lot of things to hurt her," Puck said looking over at Rachel. Rachel smiled sadly at him before resting her head against his shoulder.

"When we got together for that week, we talked it over and I forgave for everything that happened. I was there and saw what happened and I pushed and pushed Noah to talk about and he wouldn't. I always knew the bullying was a façade for his pain." They shared a quick smile before focusing their attention back to the rest of the group who were smiling at the two of them as well.

"Why didn't you tell any of us?" Mercedes asked.

"I didn't want anyone to know. I'm supposed to be on my way to Broadway; I don't want people to know about my living situation." Santana rolled her eyes before making her way out of Finn's embrace and over to Rachel.

"Girl, we all have family problems. Look at me, I'm the only girl out of 5 boys. My parents don't even know what to do with me."

"My mom died, and now I live alone with my dad who is slowly adjusting to my homosexuality," Kurt added.

"We all know the levels of crazy my parents are," Quinn said. Everyone laughed; they knew that all too well.

"See B, we've all got messed up family lives so don't be ashamed if yours isn't perfect," Santana concluded. Rachel nodded her head thanking the Latina for the comforting words.

"Rach, you need to tell us what happened," Tina said. Rachel sighed before shifting her position on the couch.

"I don't know what happened. One moment we were arguing and the next he's grabbing my arms and pushing me. I don't remember much but the sight of his hand as it made its way to my cheek."

"Oh hell no Rachel. He's not putting his hands on you ever again," Mercedes said. The rest of the glee members nodded their heads in firm agreement.

"It's not as easy as you think," she said barely audible.

"Forget that Rachel, he hit you," Puck said said.

"I know! It's just complicated. Jesse and I have a lot of history and he apologized and said he was sorry right after he did it."

"And then the next time, and then the next time. He'll keep saying he's sorry and before you know, it'll be too late for you," Tina said. Rachel looked down unsure of what to say. She was deeply torn between what to do with Jesse.

"He's coming by later to talk. As much as I appreciate all of you for coming here, I need to talk to him alone."

"I'm not leaving you alone with him. What if he does shit worse than this," Puck said.

"I'm not asking you Noah. I'm telling you. I need to talk to him alone and I know he won't do it again. I'm sorry but I need you to respect my decision."

"Whatever," he grunted annoyed at the fact that she wasn't listening to him. Shortly after everyone left, Jesse came by. She led him into the living room where she across from him.

"We need to talk about the state of this relationship. I can't do this anymore," she said.

"Rach, I said I was sorry. I'll never do it again," he said leaning closer to her. She leaned back reacting to his close proximity.

"I know you said that Jesse, but how can I believe it. If you did it once, you'll do it again." Instantly, his face hardened before releasing a smirk.

"So Rachel, have you listened to the tape we found locked in your basement yet," he asked. Rachel narrowed her eyes at him before shaking her head.

"No I haven't and I don't plan to."

"Well it's a little too late," he said taking off to the stairs. Rachel called him to stop but once she saw that he wasn't slowing his pace, she followed him quickly up the stairs. When she reached the room, she saw Jesse standing over the cassette player pressing the play button. The sound of a soprano female voice made its way through the room. She was captivated by the voice and stood there unable to move as the song continued on. Once she got her bearings, she ran over and shut off the cassette player.

"Beautiful voice. It's a shame you never met her," he said smugly.

"What was the purpose of that Jesse? It doesn't change the fact that I want to break up with you."

"Oh, it changes everything darling. You see, I know that voice without a doubt. If you ever want to meet the mother who gave you up, I wouldn't do this. Call me when you make your decision," he said walking past her bumping her in the process. Rachel let out a deep sigh as she dropped herself on the bed. The tears welling up in her eyes.