Welcome to my very first Glee story! And first story in general. It's a bit depressing at first, not gonna lie, but I hope to make this a (semi) happy ending! Leave some reviews, constructive criticism, not bitching at me. I've just started watching glee, and finally finished catching up watching them and this little number just popped into my head! So tell me what ya think!

-Melissa

She had never been so broken down before. So completely lost, utterly alone. And she had no one to blame but herself. Finn was wrong, it wasn't just about the Santana of it all, but the sheer fact that the precious piece of him she desperately wanted to share with him was no longer plausible in the slightest. She felt a dull ache in her chest as she harmonized in the background, stealing secret glances at him while he smiled and danced around with the Cheerios. One time he caught her eye. She knew she had a sad smile on her face, and his bright one slowly dissappated when he looked at her.

She was so ashamed.

As soon as the song was over, after acting happy and giddy for the sake of the team, she bolted. She couldn't handle it. She saw Finn and Santana flirting on stage and it was killing her inside. Sighing, Rachel Berry walked to her locker, opening it and gently unsticking the caldenar she had made earlier in the year along with the magazine cutouts that read 'Finn 4ever.' Rachel knew it wouldn't last, everything she cherished and held close crumbled at the fault of herself.

Somehow she managed to hold back the tears as she placed the sentiments of her relationship with Finn carefully in a spare folder she kept for Glee. She shouldered her bag and left the school, walking briskly to the safety of Kurt Hummel's car. She opened the passenger side door and slid in gratefully to the comfortable seat. "Hey," she heaved out, smiling.

"Hey," he replied starting the car. "How was Glee?"

"It was alright," Rachel replied. "Mercedes and Tina solo'ed to celebrate Sectionals victory. It was fun," she managed to smile a little bit, but Kurt, damn gay man that he was heard the insincerity in her voice. He looked over at her carefully and noticed that her Finn neckalce was no longer resting at her collarbone.

"Where's the necklace?" he demanded.

"In my bag," Rachel said, the tears again filling her eyes. "Finn and I broke up."

"Because of Santana? I'm going to kill her, I swear to God, I am."

Rachel forcefully put her hand on Kurt's knee to bring him back to reality. "It wasn't Santana, Kurt. It's completely my fault. I was hurt and I turned to Puck for comfort and it was stupid and wrong and now we're done. I'll manage," she said weakly.

Kurt put the car in drive and left the parking lot. "I don't want you to be hurting," he said cautiously.

"It'll be okay. It's a wound, and it will heal. I deserve it," Rachel said with honesty.

"To be honest, Rachel, you're handling yourself remarkably calmly."

For the first time since the break up, Rachel cracked a smile and giggled. "Guess this drama queen's growing up."

"Come on, honey," Kurt said, smiling back at her. "We're gonna go shopping."

"You're phone's ringing, Rachel. Should I answer?" Kurt called from the waiting area of the dressing room.

"Who is it?" she yelled back.

"Finn."

There was a few moments of silence, then, "No. Let it ring."

"Are you sure he won't be here?" Rachel whispered as she exited the car.

"Positive, he's got practice til 7."

"Okay, but I'm just putting this box in his room and then we're leaving. Promise?"

"I promise, Rachel. Come on," Kurt pulled her by the arm rather roughly because Rachel wouldn't budge from the patio. Kurt heaved a sigh and gave her a look of contempt. "Look, Rachel, if you don't go now, you're gonna be sitting there until he gets home from practice."

"Fine, fine, you're right. I'll be back in like two minutes."

Rachel held the heavy box to her chest and hurried up the stairs, feeling extremely haunted by the house she was in. There were pictures of her and Finn on the walls with his mom and by themselves and it hurt to look. She finally reached the top of the steps, and made a quick right, bumping the semi-open door with her hip to give her more access.

She spun around to find a place for the box and dropped it in shock.

Finn and Santana, halfway naked on Finn's bed. "Oh, my god," she whispered in shock. She averted her eyes and looked at a corner of the room to find it covered in pictures of her. It was too much, and she whipped around to find Finn staring at her."

"Kurt-football til-oh, my god-stuff-oh, god," she stuttered.

"Rachel," Finn began, covering himself and Santana hastily. "I'm-"

"I'm so sorry, I just wanted to give you back your stuff, I thought you were at practice til 7, I'm so sorry. So sorry," the tears in her eyes were spilling over and the terror in her voice was extremely evident. She covered her eyes and backed out of the room. "Have fun."

She ran down the stairs and into Kurt's waiting arms, who evidently heard her stuttering.

"Take me away," Rachel begged. "Please, just take me away."

Kurt looked up the stairs to see Finn still wrapped in his sheet, Santana standing rather sheepishly behind him.

With poison in his eyes and voice, Kurt said, "You disgust me, Finn."

And with that he guided Rachel away and into his car.

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