AN: Hello readers if you know me than, let me begin with saying how sorry I am, and that BOTH stories will be uploaded sometimes this week. If you don't know me than, welcome to one of my stories, if you like this one check out my others. I don't own Glee but, have an amazing day, you deserve it.
The smell of beer was the first thing to make its way to the Berry household, followed by a very drunk Finn Hudson. Rachel and Finn were celebrating their 3 month anniversary and managed to convince the older Berrys to let them have a night alone at their house. Finn tactlessly stumbled into the light switch and flinched as the bright lights illuminated the room.
"Where have you been Finn? I got worried that you were ditching me for someone else." Said Rachel with a slight whining tone, seemingly oblivious to her boyfriend's level of intoxication. When she finished speaking instead of Finn letting out an apology or an excuse as he usually did, Finn looked incrediblely irritated as if, Rachel was the one who was an hour late to their date.
"You know what Rachel, I'm sick and tired of being hounded all the time. When Quinn was my girlfriend we didn't have problems like this all we did was make out and and...other stuff." At Finn's slurring Rachel came quickly to the conclusion that Finn had way to much to drink. The wind outside decided at this moment of high tension to make an ominous sound as if the scene was in a movie. After the shock left Rachel's system, anger made its way to the surface.
"How dare you say that Finn! You told me that you loved me and not that blonde manipulative cheerleader. Just because, I don't let you touch me in intimate places doesn't mean I don't like you, it means I'm not ready! Why are you being so insensitive right now?! And why the heck were you drinking?!" Rachel screeched while moving to the now fully red faced Finn.
A full beat of silence passed before it happened. Finn kicked the small wooden chair that laid by the desk, the same chair that rammed into Rachel's leg soon after he kicked it. Rachel let out a scream attempting to muffle it but the chair, though relatively light, left a serious mark on her leg. Her previously unmarred skin now had the beginning of a massive bruise being formed on it. Finn began to make his way to Rachel and for the first time all Rachel felt for the man standing directly in front of her was fear.
Finn's eyes pierced Rachel in a way that sent shivers down her spine. With a sloppily coordinated movement Finn slapped Rachel. Hard. The boy stormed out as the girl stared shellshocked at his retreating form. It was only 7:46, her dads wouldn't be home for another 2 hours. Rachel somehow summoned enough energy and dragged herself to her bed and fell asleep with her eyes stinging from crying and her cheek stinging from the slap.
~The Next Morning~
At exactly 7:00 am Rachel's alarm goes off. She stares up at the ceiling till her eyes begin to focus. The first thing Rachel realizes is the ache in her right leg. As the memory of why her leg hurts so much begins to play her eyes glaze over as she feels a fresh set of tears come on. At 7:15 she finally wills herself to get out of her bed and go downstairs where, she sees a note from her dads saying they had to go to work early. Rachel seriously contemplates skipping school but ultimately decided against it for, she had glee and if anything could make her feel better it would be singing. Sluggishly Rachel got ready and barely made it to school on time.
As always the hallways were buzzing with rumors and gossip, Rachel was just glad she had enough time to cover up her slap mark but, the bruise was a bit harder to cover up, it spanned from her knee all the way to her ankle. For the majority of the day she was able to avoid Finn with the exception of lunch where he sent her his puppy dog eyes to which she stormed out of the cafeteria and went straight to the auditorium. The rest of the day was uneventful and finally it was time for the New Directions to practice for Sectionals.
Rachel sat in her usual seat while she waited for he rest of the club to file in. Unsurprisingly Finn asked if he could sit next to her and she just glared. Eventually Mr. Schue graced the club with his prescence and ordered everyone to get in formation.
"We have a lot of work to do if we want to win sectionals. Our choreography needs to be absolutely perfect." Said Mr. Schue staring solely at Finn during the second part of his statement. Finn sheepishly looked at the floor and twiddled his giant thumbs.
Everyone began getting into formation and started dancing or in Finn's case swaying when, suddenly Rachel's leg gave out on her as she fell to the floor and hit her head. The room was silent for a second as Santana -the person- who was dancing behind Rachel and currently had Rachel's head laying on her brand new shoes angrily huffed out a breath.
"Get up Hobbit! These shoes are expensive and should not have to suffer because of your clumsiness." The only response to Santana's angry retort was a groan followed by Rachel saying she can't get up.
"Santana get Rachel to the nurse's office right away and stay with her till the nurse arrives." Mr. Schue ordered and if it wasn't for the scared look on Brittany's face Santana would go all Lima Heights on Mr. Schue for ordering her around instead, she simply grabs Rachel and helps her hobble out of the room. Luckily the nurse's office was relatively close to the music room.
The girls waited there for about 5 minutes before Santana decided to take matters into her own hands, the sooner she gets out of here the sooner she can go back to Brittany. She began shuffling through the nurse's unlocked drawers and came across the two things she needed, gauze and a small flashlight.
"Come on Berry, I have to check if you have a concussion." At the Latina's words Rachel began to cry and move away from the girl who was looking at her as if she just grew another head.
"Please don't touch me!" Rachel balled, petrified to think of what Santana would do if she found out about her bruises. Santana took it the wrong way and decided to try to lighten the mood.
"Look, Berry if I was going to kill you I wouldn't do it where there are cameras filming me. Now let me wrap your ankle, it's probably twisted and if you don't let me help you the rest of the club is going to accuse me of hurting you." Rachel sighed, why now did the Latina's voice sound so sincere and alluring, it completely drained all the fight out of her. She allowed Santana to wrap her ankle and hoped that she would not notice or care about the bruise on her leg. The Latina did notice though but she filed it away as an afterthought. Her hands moved upwards to cup the diva's face and with her other hand shined the flashlight in Rachel's eyes to check for a concussion.
When Santana moved her hand she noticed the outline of a huge hand on Rachel's face and silently yet, quickly connected the dots and in a deadly serious whisper she asked, "Who hurt you, Rachel?"