I WRITE SINS NOT TRAGEDIES
You are cordially invited to the wedding of
Mr. Brody Weston & Ms. Rachel Berry
Finn dropped the lace covered envelope. Cordially invited? What did that even mean to a guy like him? He didn't understand words like that. She knew that. He thought briefly that she might be mocking him, but realized she'd sent the same invitations to everyone. He was probably the only recipient over eighteen that didn't have a fucking clue and it stung.
A stupid word shouldn't set him off like this. It was stupid, childish even. It wasn't that word that angered him though. Wedding. She'd known the guy only a few months. She was his fiancée. His future wife and this Brody guy knew that. He tore the paper in half, separating that guy's name from his Rachel's. He should have done it earlier. Maybe if he had by some miracle he wouldn't be pacing back and forth in the corridor of a New York synagogue, his head pounding. He could hear the voices of the wedding party streaming in from down the hall, loud and full of excitement. He was much too young to be bitter. He turned and walked quickly away from the room where Rachel would be bound to another man. He walked further and further down the hallway until the voices were replaced by a set of only two. He stopped to listen to the soft exchanging of words taking place in the small room in front of him. The door was open but the two had their backs turned. "What a beautiful wedding," it was Santana's voice. Shouldn't she be getting ready for her turn to walk down the aisle. She was a bridesmaid. What was she doing over here? "What a shame the poor bride's groom is a whore."
Why wouldn't she tell this to Rachel? Why would she let his girl marry a man that was cheating on her? He felt his rage boil over and he stepped in to the room. "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?" Now he knew this terrible secret and it was clawing at him, ripping his insides to shreds. "It's better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality." They should of have calmly told Rachel as soon as they found out. Why would they let her go through with this?
Santana called after me as I ran back toward the wedding. Rachel wasn't going to marry this cheating whore of a man. The couple was already poised at the front of the room. Finn ignored the looks of shock as he quickly walked up the aisle and grabbed Rachel's wrist, dragging her out a side door and into the parking lot. "What the hell are you doing Finn?" she protested. He grabbed her shoulders and leaned his forehead close to hers.
"He's cheating on you Rachel. I overheard Santana talking to a waiter," he said over her indigent lecture. She stopped talking and looked up at him before yanking her wrist away and quickly walking toward her car in the front of the building with the words "Just Married" painted neatly on the back windshield. He slumped against the wall and watched her drive off. He wanted to punch himself in the face for being pleased that she was running from Brody.
"Look at it this way. I mean technically our marriage is saved," he muttered to himself. He slipped away as a few guests came out the door to see what was going on. He sat in his car and pulled out the bottle of champagne he'd brought for the reception. He uncorked it and poured himself a bit in an empty coffee cup he had sitting in his cup holder. "This calls for a toast" he whispered before taking a large gulp.
AN: I haven't written anything in probably a year and a half now and I'm feeling around for a hold back into the world of Fanfiction writing. Any critique would be greatly appreciated.