She didn't care about Glee anymore.
Hell, she barely even showed up for rehearsal.
The ones she did show up for, she wasn't the Rachel Berry he knew.
She rarely sang.
If she did, she did back up.
Quinn and Mercedes took the leads now.
He could tell it was killing her.
He felt bad.
The whole school knew what happened.
Dad ran their car over a bridge.
They didn't know if it was an accident.
Or a suicide.
Rachel took it hard.
She didn't smile at him anymore.
She didn't even look at him anymore.
It bothered Finn.
She took a whole week off school.
Her grades fell because of it.
She didn't have that perfect 4.0 GPA anymore.
He knew she cared – deep down.
But she wasn't showing it.
She stopped caring about her appearance.
She didn't brush her hair, wore sweats and sneakers.
He supposed now wasn't the best time for Jerk St. Jackass to run back to Vocal Adrenaline either.
He left her when she needed him most.
Finn hated him even more than he already did for it.
He tried being there for her.
He brought home her homework and made her do it.
(he jacked her locker – got the combination from Figgins)
He made everyone back the hell off.
He took care of her.
Took her to the washroom before school.
Brushed her hair.
Washed yesterday's makeup off.
Made her put new stuff on.
Escorted her to her classes.
Drove her to and from school.
Stayed with her until she went to bed.
Got her pyjamas for her.
Tried his best to clean her up.
She wouldn't let him touch her, but he'd hold her while she cried herself to sleep, comforting her.
He missed her.
He wanted HIS Rachel back.
On his way out the door – every night – her Daddy would smile apologetically and thank him profusely.
Finn didn't mind doing it though.
This was Rachel.
His soul mate.
His lobster (yes, he loved Friends enough to use their... he wanted to say metaphors).
He'd do anything for her.
He told her more than once to take all the time she needed to grieve.
Because he knew she felt bad for him taking care of her.
He told her he'd do it forever if he had to.
As long as he knew she was okay.
Once, she asked him why he was doing all of it for her.
She told him it must make him want to run in the other direction – to other girls.
He said never.
She asked why.
He said the only girl he would ever want was her.
She thought he was joking.
But he looked her dead in the eye, seriousness written on his face.
He said the only three-word phrase she ever wanted to hear from him.
"I love you"
But he continued.
"Forever and always. More than you'll ever know."
And then he kissed her.