Hi! So I came up with this idea and I couldn't stop writing it, but I'd really like to know what you guys think. It has some abuse, and smut will probably come in later chapters, but yes, I hope you enjoy!

I don't own glee, the characters blah blah blah.

Quinn was born into ignorance and that ignorance ruined her. Her father told her to hate, told to hate those who were sinful and he believed Rachel Berry was the biggest sinner of them all. Daughter of two homosexuals, he couldn't deal with it. He had discussions after discussions about ridding them but his attempts failed. He told Quinn that she had to be mean to her, she had to curse her, but her attempts failed. The slushies, the name callings, she all took it in her stride and forgot about it. All Quinn wanted was to please her father, because she believed she was the biggest sinner of them all, because she had fallen for one Miss Rachel Berry.

Quinn first met Rachel when she was at the local park, attending a work picnic with her family. Her older sister had just moved away, attending an Ivy League school and didn't talk to any of them. Quinn lacked someone to be there for her, to help nurture her as she grew up and moved to High School, because her mother was never there and her father didn't care at all. Quinn wandered off from the group, they bored her and she didn't know what to do. The only other person who was there of her age was this boy called Tyler who wouldn't stop throwing mud at her, so she kept her distance. She wandered along to the swings, her eleven year old body telling her she wanted to play but she remembered her mother telling her it was a childish thing to play on the swings and not to do it. But she was a child Quinn had said back to her mother and she was bruised for the next few days. Quinn sat on the small bench and played with a blade of grass, splitting it to pieces over and over. Quinn almost felt like an only child. Her parents solely focused on her older sister and not her, but she didn't care anymore. She had always whined about it but not she had learnt that them not noticing she was there was doing her more good then them.

She watched as two men walked along the footpath, swinging a young girl between them and she watched her giggle. Quinn couldn't remember the last time she laughed. She knew the girl, Rachel Berry. She had never met her, but her father's opinions always included everything and that meant Rachel the faggot's daughter. Quinn didn't understand why her father hated them so much, they loved each other so why what was the problem? She liked them better because she had never seen her parents in love. She watched as they let her run to the swings, yelling out for one of them to push her. Quinn smiled as she watched Rachel smile and giggle as she was swung. She was jealous. She envied the girl. Quinn jumped off the bench and made her way over, but before she could she was being called back.

"Quinn Lucy!" Quinn flinched and had one last look at Rachel and ran off. Rachel stared as the blonde ran, a terrified look on her face and watched her go. She frowned and stopped, looking up at one of her fathers.

"Dad, who was that?" Leroy bent down, putting his hand on her back so he could watch Quinn being pulled away by her parents.

"That's Quinn Fabray." Rachel looked up. She remembered a man called Russell Fabray coming over to the house and shouting at Leroy, who just smiled and closed the door on him.

"Is she mean?" Rachel asked, assuming that she was just like her father. Leroy just shook his head, looking up at David who just gave a sad smile.

"She's just misunderstood."

"What's misunderstood mean?" Rachel asked as David took her hand again, leading her away and back to their car.

"It mean's that no one understands her."

"Oh."

So Quinn joined the cheerios when she got to High School. She wanted to feel powerful, she wanted to feel like she belonged and it was the only place where she could feel like it. Also the fact that her parents were over the moon that there little daughter had become a Cheerio, made her happy too. She was happily pleasing everyone and herself. It was the day she joined Glee club that completely ruined her. She finally met Rachel for the first time after countless slushies and insults and she stopped completely because Rachel was someone entirely different than the people she was usually surrounded with. She was usually surrounded with her controlling, abusive parents, her snarky so called friend Santana and her minions, which were the Cheerios. Rachel was warm, smart and talented. It was her talent that interested Quinn, but the thing that she liked the most was her drive. Her drive to be someone and do something. Quinn never felt that. Her parents controlled her life, telling her what should be what and where she should be with who. It was because Rachel made her feel something, a pang in her stomach whenever she walked past or looked like she was about to talk to her. So it became Quinn's second mission to make her feelings not known and do the whole opposite. To make Rachel Berry hated her. It was pretty easy. The odd insult, slushie mostly did it, but today was different. She had hounded her in the hallway for talking to Finn and she didn't say anything. She walked off in silence and headed into Glee. Quinn followed, confused and sat up the back with Finn.

Mr. Schue lectured them on accepting each other for their differences and it must have been due to Quinn's blow up, but she ignored it. However when he decided to pair her and Rachel up, this was not the plan. Quinn protested, Rachel didn't say anything and just accepted it, which infuriated Quinn even more. She could not spend time with Rachel alone, she just couldn't. So Rachel led her to the auditorium where she stood in the middle of the stage, looking out while Quinn just sat on the piano stool, pressing a few keys.

"Do you know how to play?" Rachel asked and Quinn blinked, looking up at her.

"No." She lied. Rachel rolled her eyes and sat down on the piano stool and Quinn slid off, moving off to lean against it, facing away from her. Rachel played a few notes and Quinn smiled, her back to Rachel. Quinn had been playing the piano for a long time, and she knew Rachel Berry was just a beginner. She stumbled over a few notes, but Quinn didn't say anything.

"What song do you want to sing?" Rachel asked and Quinn spun around to look at her, her cheerios skirt fluttering from the movement.

"You're asking me what I want? How strange." Quinn murmured, flashing a wicked smile but Rachel's eyes just narrowed. She looked away and then the bell rang. Quinn walked past Rachel and headed straight to her locker, letting out a sigh once she got there. She had avoided a disaster. Quinn collected her things, glad that she had no cheerios practice that afternoon and headed to the carpark. She noticed Rachel across the lot, talking with Puck. Quinn narrowed her eyes and got into her, driving home.

Rachel sat in her car outside the Fabray's house, curious as to what Quinn could be doing inside. There was only one light on in the whole house and Rachel assumed she was the only one home. The thing was, she had heard the Fabray's had the nicest house in Lima, but she didn't know that it was a freaking mansion. She got out of her car, closing the door softly before making her way up the paved steps before knocking on the door. The door swung open and all she could hear was a piano. Soft hits of the notes and then finally chords progressed in. Then she reconginsed the song. Hometown Glory by Adele. She frowned, calling out hoping someone heard her but no one did. The piano continued and then she heard something. She heard someone's voice. Singing the words. She stepped around a corner and there was Quinn Fabray in her cheerios uniform, playing and singing. Rachel was completely shocked. Quinn had lied about her piano ability, she played most beautifully and then there was her singing. There was a soulful aspect to it and it was sort of raspy. It was so unique. Rachel moved closer to her and when she did her shoe made a squeak as she took it off the tiles. Quinn's playing stopped and she spun around, her face shocked when she saw Rachel. She got up from the piano and stood, arms at her sides.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her voice stern. Rachel stuttered under her intense gaze and froze. Quinn licked her lips subconsciously and then her heart thumped when she heard her front door open. Her father was home. Rachel was unaware of what was happening, suddenly a vivid Quinn was standing across from her, had now crossed the room in two strides and was gripping Rachel's wrist. Russell Fabray threw his keys onto the counter and turned, seeing the two girls standing at the edge of the living room. Quinn tense and Rachel confused.

"Q, who's this?" He asked curiously. Rachel still felt Quinn's hand on her wrist and noticed how Quinn slid a little bit in front of her. Rachel ignored this, throwing him a smile.

"I'm Rachel Berry, sir." She said, beaming. She wanted to impress Mr. Fabray. Quinn groaned internally. Mr. Fabray's smile faltered. It turned into more of a snarl.

"Don't, she didn't do anything." Quinn murmured, tugging Rachel towards the door.
"How dare you bring that trash in here, Lucy!" He shouted and Quinn swung open the door, pushing Rachel through and was about to step through before her father caught her wrist, gripping hard.

"Where are you going?" He snarled. Quinn swallowed and shook her wrist free.

"I'll be back." She muttered, shutting the door and gripping Rachel's wrist again, leading her back to her car. "Are you okay?" She asked and Rachel just nodded, not really sure what to say. Quinn opened the door for her and Rachel slid in. "This never happened, do you understand?" Quinn moved to close the door, but Rachel held it open.

"You're not going back in there are you?" She asked.

"Good night, Rachel." She murmured, closing the door and walking back up the steps to the house. Rachel wanted to go back in, make sure she was okay, but decided that it would only make it worse. She had heard about Mr. Fabray disliking her parents, but she never knew that it was that bad. She's dealt stupid calls, calling at night, but this was different. This was… real. She drove off and turned the corner, following the fence of the Fabray's property line. She parked the car and stepped out, walking up to the fence. She found the back gate and opened it, making her way back to the house. She had no idea, which bedroom would be Quinn's, but she decided she would just make her way. She froze when she heard shouting. Then a scream.

Quinn nursed her head, walking up to her bedroom and locking the door behind her, sliding to the floor. She didn't cry, not anymore. She was so used to it that she only felt numb. She slid her finger up to touch where he had hit her head into the doorknob of a kitchen cabinet. He hadn't done that before, it slightly surprised her. It was a game she would always play. What would he think of next?

She heard a soft knock and then a voice.

"Quinn?" She snapped up, unlocked the door and opened it. Rachel was standing there, clutching her phone. Quinn grabbed her and pulled her into her room, looking up and down the hallway before closing it and locking it.

"What are you doing?" Quinn hissed, turning to face her. Rachel stood, her mouth agape as she stared at Quinn.

"You're bleeding." She whispered. Quinn rolled her eyes.

"I'm fine." She muttered, walking over to her bed. She didn't want to talk to Rachel right now, but she had no idea how she was going to get her out of there.

"Quinn-"

"Don't talk." Quinn murmured, cutting her off. She sat down on the bed and thought, trying to figure out how she could get out her out of the mess. She didn't realize she had disappeared until she felt something cool against her skin. She looked up and Rachel was pressing a wet towel to her forehead. Quinn watched as she pulled it back, pushing a few strands of Quinn's hair away so she could inspect it.

"You need to get this checked out." Rachel murmured and Quinn sighed, pulling the towel away from her and pressing it to her forehead herself.

Rachel watched the blonde, obviously in a lot of pain as she hunched over, her hand pressed against her forehead. She had never seen her this vulnerable and it worried her. Sure, Quinn had some weird vendetta against her, but seeing her being treated like this while she was being treated like a god at school made her worried. There was a knock and Quinn's panicked eyes turned to hers.

"Under the bed!" She hissed and Rachel obeyed, slipping off the bed and under it, watching as Quinn's feet walked along and to her door. She opened it and black work shoes were all Rachel could see.

"Don't ever, do you hear me? Don't you ever go near that girl again."

"Yes sir."

"She's nothing but trash, and she's a sinner, don't you forget that Quinn."

"Yes sir."

Quinn didn't want to stare at his face any longer so she was glad that he finally managed to walk out and she shut the door, locked it and sunk to the ground against it. She ran her hand over her sleeked ponytail updo and undid the elastic, letting her blonde hair fall around her. Then she realized Rachel was still here and looked under the bed. Her eyes were wide and confused. Quinn crawled across to the bed and Rachel slid out, sitting down on the floor beside her.

"I'm sorry you had to hear that." Quinn murmured, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"He's horrible Quinn." Rachel murmured, not even fussed about he said. She was concerned about Quinn at this moment. Quinn looked up at her, the tears in her eyes, but she shrugged.

"It's fine. It's exactly the same thing I do to you." She murmured, wiping one of her eyes.

"No, what you're doing is nothing. I get it, you're jealous, but this is abuse Quinn." Quinn had a little laugh at the jealous bit, it was exactly Rachel. "Quinn I can't leave now, knowing what he does to you." Rachel murmured and Quinn looked up at her and something panged in her stomach.

"Rachel you can't tell anyone."

"Quinn, you can't suffer like this." Quinn shook her head and got up, walking over to her window. She opened it and looked down.

"You can climb down, the gate is just over there." Quinn murmured, keeping her eyes to the floor.

"Quinn." Rachel murmured, getting up and crossing the room.

"Rachel, just leave." She said a little sternly. Rachel pouted, but leaned forward to squeeze Quinn's hand, which was quite cold and climbed down carefully. She looked back up as she walked back to the gate and Quinn was looking down at her, her blonde hair now in a messy bun on the top of her head and blood still trickling down the side of her face. Rachel was confused as to why she was so concerned, this girl had tortured her, but then she remembered her dad's words. No one understands her. She was ready to change that.

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