"I just need somebody to love"
Kurt paced the apartment, Brody had just left, and Santana was sitting down on the sofa flicking through her phone. It was a late New York City night, and the slight buzz of sirens could be heard over the silence that cut through the room. Things were tense as Rachel had only recently admitted to using Brody to make Finn jealous, and hadn't come out of her room since. She didn't want to be around when Brody left, partly because she didn't want to look at his donkey-like idiot face for what he did, and partly because she felt guilty, not for what she did to him as she believed he down right deserved it, but because she slept with him. For that she could just not forgive herself. She and Finn had the perfect fairy tale, even after the train break-up, and the actual break-up, because there was still hope of them being perfect forever, and yes Finn had his minor discretion with Santana, but well 1. She was now a lesbian, and 2. Rachel had said she slept with Jesse, but Rachel spent so many nights –including this one- weeping over the fact she had let Brody touch her, and kiss her, granted Rachel hated herself for it and it made her sick, and they really only did it once, and compared to Finn, Brody was just loveless, violent and sickening.
"How long has she been in there?"
Kurt was worried, he didn't know whether to call her dads, or send her home, or even go in there. There was another option, but he couldn't consider that yet.
"Two hours. Look that's it I'm calling Finn, I'm tired of Berry dragging her tale around here because she obviously misses the dough ball!"
Kurt scoffed "we can't she's not ready for that yet, she just need to, figure some stuff out, and maybe take a few lemon baths to get Brodys prostitute smell of her"
They then heard a small whimper coming from Rachel's room, she was broken.
"look we have to do something, the girls heart broken, I'll go and talk to her"
Santana walked over to her room and peered in trying to remain un-noticed, she only saw the hunched up back of Rachel's head, the rest of her was under her blanket, Santana's brow creased as the small brunet shook and cried hunched in a small ball. Santana walked over to her bed slowly and sat by her, Rachel still didn't see her as her eyes were closed shut from the stinging of tears that ran down her face. Santana hesitantly put her hand on Rachel's shoulder, Rachel stopped sobbing and half-heartedly jumped up, when she realised it was Santana she wiped her eyes and looked towards her hands that were now knotted and twisting as she was sat up in bed.
"I...I... haven't been…s..sleeping"
Rachel sniffed out, tears still gathering in her eyes, she didn't want to look at Santana as she felt ashamed, so ashamed of herself for what she had let herself do. Rachel knew she wasn't this easy going, spontaneous, slutty girl that sleeps around and 'doesn't need Finn' what was she thinking? He was her everything. Santana was at a loss of something to say, she noticed Rachel's entire new wardrobe of clothes was packed up in bags, it looked like it was going to be thrown out but she would ask about that later, she needed to get something out of Rachel for her to progress and move forward instead of going down into a deep spiral, her hand squeezed her shoulder and she went for it.
"Do you miss him?"
"Brody, no, no, no, I-" Rachel stuttered out looking sheepish.
"That's not who I mean and you know it"
Rachel's eyes squeezed shut again with a new sheen of tears that dripped off of her face and on to her bed, she knew what Santana meant the first time she just wasn't ready to face the answer that was on the tip of her tongue.
"Every day, God I miss him every day, so much"
She was sobbing and wiping at her eyes as Santana put her arm around her, she knew Santana was only trying to help but they all knew there was only person who could pull her out of her pit.
"can you leave me alone, I just need, some, time" Rachel dared to look at her and surprisingly there was sympathy in her eyes as she nodded, squeezed her shoulder and got up, leaving Rachel alone to wallow in self-pity and the need for Finn.
"I'm calling him"
Santana had just remerged from Rachel's room, and her conversation with her had affirmed the fact that she was calling him, granted it was four week since Finn had been in new York and he came to beat up Brody, so he may be hesitant but Santana knew that's what Rachel needed.
She pressed at her phone and hit his name; the rings went out as she started to plan out, how she was going to tell Finn that his ex-fiancé was broken, and he was the only one that could fix her.
"Hello?"
"Hi Finn it's me look I-"
"Santana, I can't come and beat Brody up again, I just can't be around that environment it's not good for me and it just breaks my heart to se-"
"No, no it's not that asshole; he's history, its Rachel"
"What about Rachel is she okay? Did Brody hurt her? What's going on?"
"No, just you need to get out here soon okay? She just, she needs you"
"Does she know you're calling me?"
"No, look just get here"
Santana hung up, she knew if she explained too much Finn would over think things, she needed him there though, she was seriously concerned for Rachel, and she had to admit the two belonged together and she knew they both knew it too.