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Turn towards Me
Finn was standing the field house, staring at a pile of golf clubs. "Coach Bieste, what did you want me to do them?"
"Take them to storage room beside the choir room. They were shipped here by mistake." She shouted from her office.
Finn nodded as he gathered them up. There were five of them; new and they continued to slip. As he made his way across the campus to the choir room, he passed various people who smiled, laughed and were happy. That happiness had fled him. The song they sang together, 'No air' kept rolling through his mind. And he couldn't believe she was capable of that.
So as he continued across, he noticed Quinn, Santana and Brittany were missing from the Cheerios practice. He shrugged and continued.
Suddenly, the door into the building the Choir room was opened. Rachel stood there, her eyes still puffy. "I am so sorry, Finn. You have to believe me."
"I do. But not now, Rachel." So to help him, she took two of the clubs and swung them over her shoulder. As she turned around, she heard a loud wack. Finn looked up in time to see her accidently strike Santana in the side of the head with the golf clubs.
She staggered a second before slumping to her knees. Blood trickled down her nose she knelt, staring absolute hatred at Rachel. "That's it, Berry! You want a fight? I will so cut you up in little pieces." She screamed, still kneeling.
Fear washed over Rachel first, then anger. "It wasn't on purpose. I need you to sing." She spat back, staring at her, her arms folded. "Besides, you've been taunting me. That's how I feel."
Finn turned to Rachel, shocked. "I didn't know."
"You never gave me the chance." She leaned the clubs against the wall. "I am going to get the nurse." She leaned over to Santana. "If you ever touch me not only will my gay dads sue your dad, I will fight. I won't be intimidated by you," she whispered before vanishing.
Santana struggled to get up. Finn helped her, letting her lean back to stop the blood from leaking out her nose. Moving to put down the clubs, he turned and struck her in the chin with them, knocking her backwards, and then in the eye with the other as he turned back.
She slumped to ground like a sack of potatoes. "You hate me," she moaned. "Just go apologize to her."
Finn thrust the clubs down, guilty. "I can't, she was mean."
The blood ran freely down her nose now, staining her Cheerios white, red. "When is she not? She loves you and you love her. I know you don't love me. Nobody does. Put away that wounded pride." She remarked as she cradled her head. "I was wrong to ever touch you. Dad warned me about karma."
Rachel ran back with the nurse who had an EMT behind her. Finn stood silently as he watched Rachel and sighed. I still love you but I'll need time, he thought. "Rachel, I'll see you tomorrow."
She frowned briefly. "Until then." Then she turned back around, ducking as he swung the clubs. "Before you leave, didn't you think it was funny that it happened to her?" A dark smile curled her lips. Finn looked around. He leaned in, lowering the clubs. "Yes. Don't tell anyone." She hugged him, tightly. He stood wooden and stiff. "Tomorrow." Sadly, that wouldn't be funny. Nor was the long road back.
