This has nothing to do with how glee is actually going to play out.
No spoilers for 5x03 at all.
I do not own glee.
RIP Cory.
The air was thick, the city lights glared all around her.
The loud noises of the busy city night were now dulled out.
She sat on the fire escape outside their apartment wrapped in Rachel's tear soaked blanket.
A million thoughts were running through her mind.
A million emotions taking over her body.
One moment she was crying.
The next she was laughing.
The next she was angry.
She couldn't even imagine what the little brunette inside was going through.
She couldn't believe that he was actually gone.
"Fucking unfair." She mumbled, picking away at the chipped paint on the railing.
She didn't know how it happened, or why it happened. All she knew was that he was young; he had his whole life ahead of him.
He was supposed to be here.
It had always been Finn and Rachel. Rachel and Finn.
Sure they had gone through a tough time, but any person with eyes could see that those two were meant for each other.
They were supposed to work out their differences.
He was supposed to move in with them, even if he did work her nerves.
He was supposed to get a second chance at properly marrying Rachel; she was going to have Quinn ride with her just to make sure all went well.
He was supposed to get a job here; they were supposed to start a family.
They were supposed to live happily.
Now Rachel was in there, her heart broken.
Finn was…
She didn't even want to think about it.
A fresh wave of tears started streaming down her face.
She could hear Rachel's cries. She wanted to go in there and comfort the girl, but she knew that she wasn't strong enough at the moment.
And she needed to be strong for Rachel.
Pulling out her cell phone she looked at the text messages.
Puck: Call me. ASAP plz San
Puck: Hes rly gone I dont understand why him
Mercedes: Hey girl I just heard the news. Are you okay? How are Rachel and Kurt? Call me when you can.
Artie: Schue told us the news today. I can't believe it. Hope you guys are doing okay. Tell Kurt and Rachel I am thinking of them. I love you guys.
Tina: I tried calling Rachel. Is she okay? Do you need us to come up there?
Brittany: I luv u Santana.
Brittany: I want this to be a nitemare.
Brittany: Please tell Rach and Kurt I luv them.
Quinn: I will be there shortly. Mercedes called me. I can't believe this happened. Please take care of Kurt and Rachel till I get there. I hope you are okay too. I love you guys. I will call when I arrive.
Sue Sylvester: I still have your number. Take care of Streisand and Porcelain. You are strong Santana. I know that because I trained you to be. I'm sorry for your loss. I know all you glee kids were close. Just know I am here if you need to talk.
Blaine: Please tell Kurt to call me Santana. I can't get there till Wednesday. Please tell him to call me. Mr. Schue just told us about what happened. Nobody wants to believe it. I hope you all are okay. Tell Rachel I love her. And I love you.
"Finn. Finn. Finn." She mumbled again.
Taking a few deep breaths, she wiped her eyes.
She knew they were puffy and bloodshot.
She turned to look inside the apartment.
Rachel was lying on the couch, her head resting in Kurt's lap.
Kurt was just staring off, his eyes full of nothing but sorrow and confusion.
Standing up, she rewrapped the blanket around her and climbed through the window back inside the apartment. Shutting it and locking it, she took one more deep breath before going to the couch where her two roommates were at.
"Come here." She whispered, Rachel looked up to her with her big doe eyes.
She was so broken. It actually scared Santana.
Rachel slowly stood up walking to her.
She wrapped Rachel up in a hug, letting the smaller girl rest her head on her shoulder and she began to cry.
She slowly dropped them to the floor, resting their backs against the couch.
Looking up at Kurt, she saw the boy silently crying, tears pouring down his face.
"You too." Santana choked out, Kurt sliding down on the floor, hugging the other side of Santana.
All three of them huddled together and cried.
Cried for a lost friend.
A lost brother.
A lost lover.