Title: Witnesses
Summary: ''Sam, that is clearly an preposterous statement. We can't just, leave.''/ ''But we can't die either Rach.''
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or any of these characters. This is a bit AU, and it takes place after Regionals. Finn and Rachel are broken up. Sam and Quinn as well.
Chapter one: After Party.
Rachel feels like the dumbest fool alive, and Brittany's new statement about her cat who's scared of mouses, doesn't help at all. Nor does her impossible movement, which is trying to touch her nose with her tongue, help. It does lead Rachel to crack a little smile, but it disperse as soon as it came. Her lips fall subsequently back to her recent ache. And her body tenses all over again. Rachel crosses her arms over her chest pushing her back against the wall. She bites back a sermon about Brittany's never ending endeavors, and tries too focus on anything but the current two people kissing each other as if dear life was about to end.
Rachel never suspected that the Glee club's after party would lead this way. She expected joy, and laughter, maybe occasional a few looks between her and Finn. But none came from it, nor did he even spare a glance towards her crooked body. He didn't even dare to ask her what could be her issue. Finn instead, was sucking of the face of his ex girlfriend. Or what could be examined as his current girlfriend. Seeing as they were that close. And it not only troubled Rachel that he didn't ask her why she was hovering in a far away corner, it also made her rage that Finn would now be licking of the face of the person whom had tortured him, and mistreated him all the way through sophomore year. And not even spare a glance at her.
Maybe Rachel wasn't enough for him, or maybe she didn't treat him with enough love and affection. Perhaps Quinn showed him how a person should be loved, and therefore he chose her above Rachel. Though Rachel wouldn't deny, she deserved the breakup that had come between her and Finn, but that did not explain why he would rather be with the girl whom had hurt him far more worse that she has done. Maybe it's because he never expected that she would do something that despicable as cheating, or maybe he needed a lame excuse to break up with her and fall back in the hands of Quinn Fabray. Whatever his reason might be, it still was unfair for him to flamboyance their relationship so closely in front of her. Especially if she's trying to enjoy their conquest. Now nothing of that can occur. He and his pretty little friend have spoiled it all for her.
She eyes the messy living room, as if she's trying to find something, maybe someone. Someone who might also be inflicted with the spectacle that is Finn and Quinn. But she soon gives up on her search, and instead looks at her fellow glee clubbers who've been drunk for most of the evening. Their body's gangling of the extent use of alcohol. Some of them are hysterical laughing, others dancing forcefully, using their midriff to show more effect to their sensual dances. Rachel somehow wants to be apart of it, dance like nothing is bothering her.. Just being a teenager, for that is what she is. But she doesn't make any steps towards the dance floor that is Mike's living room, instead she sits in a empty corner while clutching her unconsumed drink, she eyes her drink a little longer than expected. Thinking back at the day that Brittany had devoted her lunch food in her face, and knowing that such thing must never befall again, she stood up. Walking past Mercedes and Tina, whom didn't give her a spare look, they solely laughed their asses off. And it made Rachel search for the cause of their laughter, but she saw none. Nothing that would remotely be funny. She tore her eyes away from her peers, as she walked past Brittany and Artie, she hopes desperately that Brittany wouldn't be that drunk to vomit in her face once more. She had styled her hair a little more for this occasion, and had stayed sober too prevent such a filthy circumstance.
She keeps on walking towards the trash can, passing her peers on her way to the kitchen. Rachel wonders for a moment why she had been invited for the party, knowing that the halve of the glee club didn't like her, she thought it was odd for her to be a part of their group for the first time. Perhaps it's because they didn't want her to feel left out, for she had brought them to their victory, pushing them an inch closer towards New york.
It made her feel used, though.
She stops in front of the can, pushing the lid up, not even bothering to empty her cup before dumping it in the trash can. She sighs loudly, shaking her head, not knowing why she is still here at the party. When she suddenly feels a large hand on her shoulder. Undoubtedly knowing that the hand was familiar.
''Rach.'' She abruptly turns around, knowing that the sound that had just announced itself was from non other then Finn Hudson. ''How'd ya been feeling babe?'' A drunk Finn Hudson to be precisely. Though she smiles a genuine smile. Perhaps she likes the way he calls her babe.
''Nice to hear you discourses with me Finn,'' she smiles brightly once more.
''Th- this doesn't mean th- that I forgive you. Yo- you- you cheater!'' He hovers over her pressing his left hand against her cheek, ''I hate you. But I love you too. And I hate that I love you.'' Rachel shakes her head slightly, not knowing if she should be happy that he told her he loved her, or be utterly furious that he calls her cheater.
''Finn, just stop. You're not fully conscious. The liquor makes you say things that are not true.'' She sighs, ''don't do this, okay.'' She leans a little bit on his hand, but feels him letting her cheek go. It hurts her to know that he keeps slipping away, even if he's so close.
''Screw you Rachel!'' Finn steps a little backwards, moving his arms up in protest. ''I can do what I want. A- and.. You- you know what..'' Rachel knows by now that she should walk away from this conversation, knowing that this will lead to nothing good but hateful words. But she doesn't leave, instead she stay's frozen on her spot, taken back by his sudden outburst. ''I don't understand why I dated you, Quinn is so much better. In every fucking aspect.'' He laughs bitterly, ''I don't fucking need you, and you need to fucking leave me alone!''
''I didn't participate in a conversation with you Finn,'' she shakes her head, trying to understand why he's acting like this. ''You came to, me,'' she bites her lip, as she hears the words leave her mouth. She keeps reminding herself that the liquor is talking and not Finn. Never Finn, he would never talk to her like that. ''I don't even understand wh- why your with Quinn, is it because you're intoxicated?'' She questions softly, bowing her head for more effect, though fearing that his answer would hurt her.
''J- jees Rachel. Were you always such a fucking pain in the ass,'' he slurs his words, ''Quinn is better then you, are you fucking deaf. So even if I wasn't drunk, I would totally nail her.'' He frowns a bit. ''I don't even know why I'm talking to you, Quinn is like waiting for me.'' He steps a bit closer, holding her cheek once more, but this time she slaps his hand away. ''Stop being such a tease Rachel,'' he barley say's above a whisper. ''You would wait for me, wouldn't you? You always would.. Pathetic.'' He sees her eyes gloss slightly, her eyebrows crunching together.
''Don't cry Rach,'' he puts his hand on her cheek. ''I- I am just telling you the truth. Because that is what you value, don't you? The truth.'' His face turns bitter, eyes haunted with anger. ''So you thought kissing with fucking Puckerman would make me forgive you because you said the truth.. Right!'' He slides his hand to her hair, clutching it in his hands. ''Right?''
''Don't touch me Finn!'' She pulls her right hand up, slapping him across the face. ''Don't you ever.. Touch me again.'' Rachel feels her hand sting, but keeps holding her steady composure. She turns on her heels, before running out the door, leaving her jacket in Mike's house, but not bothering to take it. She expected that Mike would be gentle enough to return it back.
She runs faster and faster, letting her feet push her forward with every step, but failing to hear the pounding feet following her closely behind.
Rachel thinks about the reason for her heart to still linger in Finn's grasp, how he could make her so weak, yet let her feel so good. She hopes that she can walk away from him for good, or maybe run away just like today. Though she knows deep inside that she wouldn't be able to do such thing. Knowing that he was intoxicated this particularly time, would make her forgive him the next day. And therefore she hates her heart, and her easily forgiving spirit.
''Rachel, wait.'' Rachel hears a voice calling up at her, but she still refuses to turn around, instead she runs faster on the metalled streets further into the darkness. She feels her breathing increase by the second, her legs getting tired, but she still keeps running. She still lets her body move her forward.
''Rachel hold up,'' a large hand grabs her shoulder firmly, stopping her right in her tracks. ''It's going to be okay, Rachel. Just stop running.'' She knows that the voice did not only mean the running away through the streets, but also the running away from the truth. That Finn did indeed hurt her. And she wonders if she deserves the treatment he gave her. Not only today, but throughout their entire relationship.
She turns around, and grabs the shirt collar of one of her peers, before putting her head on his chest and crying her heart out.
''It's going to be fine, Rach.'' He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer against his body. Not caring if her tears would soak his shirt. He could wash his clothes when he comes home anyway.
''What.. are.. you doing, here, Sam?'' Rachel asks between sobs. She pushes her body slightly away from his, so to look up in his green eyes. Only to see them invaded with concern. Hearing his voice more closely she indeed knew that it was Samuel Evans whom came here to solace her.
''I heard you and Finn talking.''
She pushes herself more firmly away from his body, breaking out of his grasp. ''Wait. That could mean.. The rest, the others. They might've heard it too.'' She shakes her head. ''This is not good.''
''And why isn't it good?'' Sam steps forward, his face almost appreciable in the clear darkness, but she knows what his face was asking her, questioning her why she would defend a person whom treated her less than trash.
She asks herself the same question.
''Because.. The others will think perversely of him. And he's not bad, just moronic at times.'' She swallows tightly. ''Finn's just mad, and he will be fine, tomorrow.'' She knows that Sam isn't the only one whom she's trying to convince in this conversation. And knowing that there are only two of them in this converse, the other one whom she's trying to convince must be herself.
''And you believe that Rachel?'' She turns her back towards him, letting her eyes wander over the dark empty streets, noticing only three lampposts illuminating the dark roadways. ''You can't possibly believe something like that..'' She keeps gazing in front of herself. Wrapping her arms around her body, in an attempt to warm herself up.
''Well I do,'' she say's, determined to make herself believe her own words, and make Sam believe hers.
''You're cold.'' He sees her shake lightly, her hands moving up and down her arms. Sam takes off his own jacket as he steps forward towards Rachel. ''Here, take my jacket.''
Rachel turns around, still having a firm hold on herself. ''I can't.'' She shakes uncontrollably, but still denies his admirable promptings.
''Yes you can, and yes you will.'' He pulls her closer, ready to put the coat around her. But soon both teens get brutally disturbed by a car riding it's way through the dim streets.
Sam in an act of heroic, pulls Rachel closer into the darkness, making sure that they were nowhere near the street lights, but close enough to hear the words that were being extend.
They see three people step out of a black SUV, their body's moving closer towards the center, but the car staying unparked at the side of the road. The abstruse humans are walking with steady steps closer towards the vivid lampposts lights. The fierce light falls upon their faces, whilst the glim falls upon their garment. Giving the teens a clear look, not only of their faces, but also their clothing.
''Wait,'' Rachel whispers softly. ''I know that man.'' Rachel peers through the lights, letting her eyes wander over the familiar person. She eyes his dark black hair, and his not entirely built up body.
''What do you mea-'' Sam hears a loud note coming from the man that Rachel had identified. It almost sounds like laughter.
The quite thick man walks closer towards an unknown person. He leans a little bit up so his eyes could search the ones of the stranger. ''You've failed us the last time, Luther.'' The thick man smiles sickeningly. ''You won't fail us again.'' He steps backwards, as he motions for his other (partner in crime?) to step forward. Letting the light of the lamppost shine upon his face. Rachel eyes the thick man closer, but not removing from her place in the darkness. Not wanting to let them know that people were hovering in the darkness, and listening on to their conversation.
''What do you want me to do?'' The other man said, as he walked more closer towards the middle, stopping right next to the man Rachel supposedly knows. Rachel takes a closer look at the man next to the familiar one. Seeing this one have his brownish hair in a ponytail, his arms buff from what she suspected would be training. Such muscles could only come from excessive exercise. Not even Noah had such biceps. Or perhaps the man standing there was on drugs, but she doubts it.
''End him. He has done nothing but interfere in our plans. And I will have no such thing again.''
''No wait!'' The terrifying man whom just moments ago stood frozen spoke up. ''I- I am sorry. I promise. It won't happen again. Please give me a chance, I will. I will-''
''You will what!'' The thick man screamed, causing Rachel to nearly jump out of her skin, but Sam held her tightly, never letting his grip weaken around her. ''I don't need your promises, Luther.'' He sighs. ''You have failed me, my friend. And I can't have that again.'' He walks closer towards Luther. Kissing his cheek twice.
''Is this like a Mafia boss?'' Sam questions, his voice containing fear.
''Why do you think such thing?''
''Because,'' he eyes the sight before him. ''Mafia's always kiss their victims, before killing them.''
Rachel pushes her eyebrows a little higher, her lips turning into a thoughtful frown. ''You watch to much movies, Sam.''
The buff bystander pushes Luther a little further ahead, letting his blond hair fall into his eyes. Luther wipes the traces of hair from his face, before biting his lip. Perhaps he's thinking about a good excuse to get out of whatever is going to happen. Though it seemed that he had less than minutes to come up with a thoughtful plan as the thick man steps back. Giving his muscular partner more entrance to the blond haired man.
''Tanaka..'' Rachel whispers softly, when she gets a better clear shot at the thick man. She gazes at his dark eyebrows and his small little frame. Knowingly that only one person would be wearing shorts in the middle of the night.
''What?'' Sam whispers back, but doesn't receive an answer. Instead he sees a black gun been taken away from the companion's pocket, he aims it at the head of Luther. And without hesitating he shoots him square in the head. Letting the sound of a gunshot run through the empty dark streets. Sam feels Rachel stiffen under his touch, and his own breath hitches in his throat. None of them being able to speak, or say a single thing. Instead both of the teens stay motionless, having only each other for comfort and support to not fall and drop down on their knees this instant.
''Check if he's dead, and if he indeed is, drag him to the car.'' The thick man say's as he starts walking backwards. His body showing nothing but composure, and Rachel asks herself for a moment how he could not even blink an eye, or even show a little compassion of the deed that he has inflicted upon an harmless man.
''Will do boss.'' Rachel sees his companion, pull the body over his shoulder, not even flinching for a bit, or shuffle underneath such a weight. He steps towards the car, and uses his free hand to open the back of the car. Whereupon he places the body in the back, not so much showing any grief.
Thinking of their conversation, Rachel at least knew that they had some kind of friendship, maybe, or that they knew each other well enough to participate, in whatever they did. She could only see a flash of blond hair before seeing the immobile body being placed at the back of the car.
However, Rachel couldn't think clearly, nor could she say anything, instead she felt like crying, and that she did. Incompetent to hold the tears for a person she does not even know. She thinks that the tears that were being shed were for a human who wouldn't get a proper funeral, also because of the sight that Rachel had seen. Not knowing what to do, or where to turn to, she finally managed to make a sound. Her lips parted and to avail she had managed to gaps, loudly. But not thinking about the people whom had yet to leave. She could only think about the man whom had fallen, miserably. And the person who had lead this attack to happen. Sam on the other hand didn't want to be noted just yet, so he removed his hand from Rachel's waist and planted this on her lips. Though Sam had always been one to act fast, this was not one of those cases. For the two despicable humans who had heard this sound, were now eying their particularly spot.