Rachel Berry knew that she was going to have an extremely shitty day upon opening her locker. Inside, amongst her textbooks, sheet music, and the odd stuffed animal or two, was a black envelope. Another one. She ran a trembling hand through her hair as she tightly closed her eyes and willed herself not to cry. 'Calm down', she told herself, breathing deeply through her nose. 'Do not let him see you cry. That's what he wants.' When she was positive that her face was devoid of all emotion, she kneeled, gathering her Geometry textbook and homework for her first period study hall. Wanting very badly to ignore the omnious black envelope, but knowing she couldn't, she slid it into her folder (which was hot pink, and had various pictures of Barbra Streisand affixed to it). The folder was thick, and almost filled beyond its capacity -with dozens of black envelopes identical to the one she had just added.
The teenager silently brought herself to her feet, and quietly closed her locker door. Keeping her eyes cast downward, she began walking as fast as she could without bringing attention to herself; the more rapidly she made her way to class, the less likely it would be that she would have a run-in with him.
Making it to her destination without any difficulties, Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. Before entering the classroom, however, she couldn't resist looking over her shoulder, scanning the length of hallway behind her. The sight she set her eyes upon immediately caused her to regret her carelessness. She knew better, damn it! . Her heart pounding in her chest, she stumbled over her feet, and darted into her study hall, loudly closing the door behind her. Ignoring the puzzled looks she was receiving from her classmates, she took her seat.
She desperately tried to lose herself in her homework, but it was useless. There was no way, no matter how hard she tried, that she was going to be able to get what she had seen out of her head. It had always been that way, though, since the beginning. She had always had a hard time getting Finn Hudson out of her head.
What had started out as an almost fairy-tale romance for Rachel hadn't stayed that way. After the whole Quinn/Finn/Puck baby drama, she had been absolutely elated when Finn had told her that he loved her at regionals, and even more thrilled (if that was even possible) when he had decided to ask her to be his steady girlfriend (she had had to choke back giggles when she heard him use the term 'steady'. She was able to hold her laughter back not only because it would have hurt him, but also because she adored that awkward, semi old-fashioned charm he had about him). From there on out, he called her every night, left sweet notes in her locker (oh,how she longed for those sweet notes from what seemed like so long ago), and doted on her, in and out of school. They were caught up in all the little things that newly established couples did to show their relationship status to the world.
And, surprisingly, Rachel and Finn were generally well accepted as a couple. The Glee Club was ecstatic for them, with the exceptions of Kurt and Quinn, who were both in love with Finn, but this was to be expected. They couldn't expect everyone to be happy for them. As the weeks went by, however, Quinn cooled down, and was eventually wooed by Sam during the next school year. The four of them had even gone on a double date to a movie and dinner at Breadstix before the shit began to hit the fan, so to speak.
Three months later, Rachel's fairy-tale romance had turned into the relationship from hell. Very early on, she had made it crystal clear to Finn that she wasn't even anywhere close to being ready to have sex. She thought that he was the sweetest guy in the world for not bugging her about it anymore until she found out that he was lying to her. Every time that he had called her to tell her that football practice was running late, he had actually been having sexual escapades with Brittany and Santana. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to break up with him. She just loved him so much; he had been everything that she had always wanted. However, even she could only take so much. She called him one night, and tried to end things, but he refused. When, red in the face, with tears coursing down her cheeks, she screamed that she wasn't going to put up with him so blatantly and obviously cheating on her. "Finn, you're having sex with other girls!"
"Yeah, I am. You wanna know why? Because you won't sleep with me. I've told you time and time again, Rach- if you would just put out once in a damn while, I wouldn't need Brittany and Santana. I would only need you, baby." "You promise?" she whispered, in total shock that she was going to sink to this all time low to keep a guy.
"I promise baby. I wouldn't lie to you."
He lied.
A/N: Okay, the next chapter should be up within a week or less. If you have anything that you would like to see happen or occur in this story, tell me! I love writing and coming up with my own ideas, but sometimes, with insight from other people, you discover things that you never would have thought of in a million years. :)