So I love this song so much and eveytime I hear it I think of Rachel and Finn so here you have it.
Its not really a song fic – I'll but the verses in only when I think they fit in….
I don't own glee as per usual. All mistakes are my own. Song is by Leona Lewis & One Republic - its call 'lost the found'.
R Pov.
She feels the cold air brushes against her, and she tilts her head in a sloppy fashion towards the stars shining above her. She laughs loudly trying to work out why they're spinning slightly, and with that she realises it's probably got a little something to do with the amount of alcohol she has consumed. She keeps her smile and sits swaying slightly trying to work out how she even came to be outside her back yard, when the party was continuing inside. She jolts up attempting to stabilize herself when she finally remembers why she had escaped in the first place. It had gotten too much and she had to leave, she was trying to leave the image imbedded in her mind of him behind her. The flashback brought back the pain and suddenly the smile became a frown that had quickly developed and led to the tears forming and burning her eyes before slipping down her face.
Staring at tears on the pages
of letters that i never could write
i know love isnt painless but its worth the risk its worth the fight
playing it over and over i wish that i could turn back time
baby we`re wrong but we could be right
Rachel knew she'd purposely kept herself busy in and out of school, a true distraction to keep her mind off of the Quinn and Finn situation. The thought of them together made her queasy and she wanted to do the whole slow motion 'sssssstttttttoooooppp' with the necessary deep voice over and cause a scene every time those two appeared together, but she'd refrained as she had no right to interfere. She found herself leaning towards the saying, 'if you love someone you have to let them go', however true it really sucked for a lack of a better word. What other choice did she have though? She'd tried and begged for forgiveness and that came to no avail. So now she was had to go with along with this saying, and attempt to be subtle and being her at the same time. These were already two separate battles, It was really proving to be difficult not to breakdown an cave in every time Finn was about - after all habits die hard, however she was still Rachel Berry and no quitter.
She continued in her early morning regimes, trying to retrieve some normality and really trying to get her mojo back, to be the pre-Finn Rachel, the one that didn't need anyone, especially not him. She continued her school work achieving top marks in everything. The only difference now was that she'd made friends with Kurt and Mercedes, and this truly made her heart swell. She decided she needed them, and valued them so her pre-Finn self was already failing. But she had never had any friends that were really friends, well except for Finn. She sighed aloud as she pondered that relationship, if Rachel was being honest she was beginning to question if they really were friends in the first place.
She concentrated mainly on her new challenge and put her all into the self-written song, and it's wasn't as if that she needed it but it definitely helped knowing that Finn was behind her. Even if he only supported her privately, he still believed in her and it was the added bit of encouragement she needed to excel further. She often found herself alone, although that part wasn't a surprise, making sure she noted, scribbled, edited and reworded every part of it. It was a constant incessant need to make sure it was absolutely perfect for the team, but deep down it was more so for him. It was blatantly obvious it had also become another distraction, to inadvertently convince her to take her mind off of him just for one minute.
One lunch time, she found herself seated in the familiar surroundings of the choir room, seated on the piano bench rehearsing her masterwork when she hears the door slam open.
'Wassup Berry' Puck smirked slightly. 'A little birdy tells me your folks are away for the weekend, so why don't we have a lil fun?'
Rachel hadn't told barely anyone about this, how had he manage to find it out. Trust no one Rachel she reminded herself.
Rachel brushed fingers against the piano in shock as she noticed Puck not so obviously drawing the gap between them closer. She suddenly knew where this was heading
'Puckerman, last time we had 'fun' I ended up losing my boyfriend, so that's absolutely, inexplicably out of the question.'
'Berry, give a guy break, I wasn't get into that. I was getting at a -P A R T Y-. Well let's face it Rachel you suck, so having this 'gathering' will raise your street cred. Maybe it will get you and Finessa back on.'
'Forget it Puck! My dads' trust me; I'm not having a 'party' to raise my street credit, whatever that stupid term is meant to mean! Parties are an excuse to behave inappropriately with the right to excuse it in terms of – 'I did it because I was drunk!' The whole concept is just ridiculous. So therefore – it's a definite no, if that isn't clear enough for you I'll spell it out N-O P-A-R-T-Y.'
Puck rolled his eyes and glared 'What was that, did I just hear the word party?'
Rachel glared right back trying to work out his angle.
He headed towards the door, increasing his tone and ensuring the whole filled corridors knew what he was getting at before screaming, 'DID I HEAR YOUR RIGHT? Rachel BERRY PARTY SATURDAY NIGHT!'
Rachel scrunched her face up and felt her blood boil. How dare he do this to her!
'Puckerman, I'm counting to three, you bet hope your ass is out that door before I kick it some!' She was grinding her teeth and the words were seething through.
He left giving her a creepy wink and a pearly white smile.
Rachel was livid and Puckerman was going down.
It wasn't long before the whole of Glee club had heard about the party. People were randomly stopping Rachel in the corridors on their way home, Mercedes giving her knowing smile, Santana giving her the usual glare but it had definitely softened – obviously she'd heard too and approved. There various talks about how 'wild' it was going to be. Rachel inhaled, the exhaled to allow time to calm down, and tried to ignore the talks.
Rumours had definitely spread like wildfire and possibly tenfold as even Kurt, who was still at Dalton had sent her a text to confirm that him and Blaine would be making an appearance. The whole situation was nothing short of ridiculous to Rachel, there wasn't even meant to be a party! She felt herself huff again and made her way out of the school but not before she bumped into the perpetrator of the mess.
Rachel stormed up to him in a rage,
'Puckerman, can you not understand the underlying concept of the word no? I gather you can't since you went off on your own tangent!'
'Listen Berry, when opportunity comes knocking, Puckzilla's gotta do what he's gotta do!' He laughed at his own remark.
'Fine you win, but why must you act like some imbecile? Either way no ALCOHOL. My house, my rules.' She remained stern although she was concealing the laughter as Puck continued giving her his best 'I do not giving a damn' look and pulling these hilarious faces at her.
Puck turned off in another direction, not before he could have the last words though.
'Ye ye, we will see about that!'
Rachel sighed in defeat and marched off in her own direction, feeling uneasy about the upcoming events. Her faced suddenly dropped as she realised the so called party would actually be happening against her better nature, tomorrow.