Hello to all! This is my very first attempt at a fanfic, so please be nice! This is purely a St. Berry story. So I hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, the characters, or any of the songs/musicals mentioned
I loved you.
It was all Rachel could hear as the feels the eggs dripping down her entire being; down her hair, her back, her face, and she was trying to hold back the tears threatening to escape as Jesse and Vocal Adrenaline drove out of McKinley High's parking lot. The pain of her heartbreak was all consuming, and all she wanted to do was to go home and cry in her bed.
She couldn't face the others again after today, as they were already less than thrilled with her.
* Flashback to earlier that day *
Vocal Adrenaline's rendition of Queen's Another One Bites The Dust shook the entire club to the bone. There was no way that they were ever going to compare to them by the time Regionals came around. Rachel's mind was still reeling from the influx of information that she just received: Jesse had moved back to Carmel High and subsequently Vocal Adrenaline as well, they had just demonstrated their impeccable talent to the club, proving that they we indeed still the powerhouse they were once, and lastly, that Jesse had just pushed her to the side indirectly telling her that they were over.
The shaken club entered their choir room and saw nothing but white streamers dangling from every possible surface. Vocal Adrenaline had a momentary lapse in their maturity levels and had TPed their choir room. They all groaned and grabbed the trash cans and began to tug at the hanging toilet paper. Of course when Coach Sylvester comes in and proudly admits to letting Vocal Adrenaline in, Rachel had the sudden urge to out the toilet paper to better use… that's right, ball it up and throw it at the ridiculously arrogant coach.
Once Coach Sylvester left the room, of course not without a broken trophy on the floor, the majority of the club proceeded to glare at the back of Rachel's head while she was picking up the scattered toilet paper.
"You know it's all your fault that this happened." Kurt decided to be the first one to speak up on behalf of the club. "If you didn't decide to cross over to enemy lines and date Satan we wouldn't be in this position."
"W-w-what?" was all Rachel had manage to sputter before Santana decided to continue.
"We told you he was a spy. Every single one of us, but no you just had to stick up for him and prove to us that he was a "respectable guy" right?"
"Regionals is a few weeks away, and we knew he was going to sabotage us, and you let him!" Kurt spoke up once again.
"B-b-but he transferred here and YOU all let him into the club. I had no part in making him more from Vocal Adrenaline and…" Rachel was cut off
"But if you didn't get involved with him in the first place, then nothing would have happened. If you had just broken things up for the sake of the team then we'd still be fine!" Finn finally spoke up, bitter resentment and spite in his tone.
The club muttered their agreement and began to speak one on top of the other. The voices meshed together and seemed to get louder and louder tempting to swallow Rachel up with hurtful words.
"Guys! Stop it. It's not Rachel's fault!" Mr. Schuester yelled. "She didn't know that Jesse was going to pull a stunt like this, you know that she wouldn't do that to you. She puts her heart and soul into this club every rehearsal."
Rachel's head was spinning. She didn't know what she was going to do. She knew that she had to get out of the choir room and fast. She couldn't stand around in a room where people were insulting her and calling her a liar. Her pride and self-esteem couldn't survive much more.
She stormed out of the room, faintly hearing Artie's sarcastic "Her dramatic exits are becoming less and less effective, you know" and the teasing laughs of the other glee clubbers.
She ran into the bathroom and locked herself in one of the tiny stalls, wiping the few tears that had managed to escape and clinging to her knees as she rocked on the toilet seat.
"Rachel? Are you in here?" she hears the foreign kindness in Quinn Fabray's voice. It was almost as if she cared.
"No." Rachel sniffled out, trying to hold back the myriad of tears that were threatening to escape again. She heard a tap on the door she was behind and unlocked it.
Quinn Fabray had never seen the proud Rachel Berry cry, nor had she ever anticipated it in her life. She was at a total loss; she didn't know what to do or how to comfort the crying girl.
"Um… it's gonna be okay Rachel. They're just mad and taking out their anger on you. I'm sure it'll blow over in a few hours. Why don't you just take the rest of the day off and go home?"
"I" sniffle "can't" Rachel managed to get out. "I have a test in History that I can't miss. Can you just tell everyone that I'll see them later?"
"Yeah, sure." Quinn helped up the crying girl and led her out the bathroom, and they walked in opposite directions: one back to the choir room and one upstairs to her class.
*end of flashback*
The rest of the day came and went for Rachel until she received Jesse's call. She ran outside to the parking lot, and began to run to him as soon as her eyes found his handsome face. Then all of a sudden she was pelted with eggs, and he uttered the words that still lingered in her confused brain:
I loved you.
Rachel drives home; her heart broken into millions of tiny sharp pieces, her entire being covered in baby chicken fetuses. She didn't know how she was going to go on the rest of the week. The boy she loves and thought loved her back just publicly humiliated and broke her, and the club that she whole heartedly leaned on for support turned her back on her with the exception of a few members: Quinn, Tina, and most surprising of all, Puck. Apparently while she was rocking in the tiny bathroom stall, they had all spoken on her behalf, defending her actions, understanding that she believed in the good of Jesse St. James.
Thankfully, when she arrived home her fathers weren't there. She didn't want to have to explain to them that the boy they had come to really like for their daughter was actually the very person that was responsible for her less than stellar appearance. Her dads had never liked Puck or Finn, saying that they were both no good for their little girl, but immediately took a liking for Jesse, loving his charm and his cunning wit.
She unlocked the door to her house, went inside, and went upstairs to her bedroom's en suite bathroom and started up the shower. She grabs the iPod dock from her nightstand and turned on the only thing that could calm her down, her iPod. Music had always been her release, and she needed it now more than ever.
She peels off the crusty clothing on her back and steps into the comforting heat of the shower. She lets the warm water cascade down her sticky body and relax her muscles. All of a sudden, the familiar melody is floating throughout the steaming room, a melody that causes her to finally break down, her body is convulsing and she can't stop the pain, her salty tears mingling with the pure water falling from the shower head.
I've been alone with you inside my mind
And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times
I sometimes see you pass outside my door
Hello, is it me you're looking for?
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your smile
You're all I've ever wanted, (and) my arms are open wide
'Cause you know just what to say
And you know just what to do
And I want to tell you so much, I love you …
I long to see the sunlight in your hair
And tell you time and time again how much I care
Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow
Hello, I've just got to let you know
'Cause I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely, or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying, I love you …
Hello, is it me you're looking for?
'Cause I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying … I love you
The pain is as all consuming as it was in the parking lot, only this time she was not only dealing with the love of her life leaving her, but the memories that they both shared in their short-lived but passionate relationship.
By the time she gets out of the shower, she's a prune, a mess, and the water is cold. She turns off the iPod and walks back into her room, her dirty clothes in her hands. She takes the dirty clothes to the laundry, with every intention of washing them that minute, however, the ringing of the doorbell stops her.