A/N: Thanks once again for the reviews and feedback for my stories Anything and Again. I'm afraid though of become a smut author, so my New Year's resolution is to write at least one gen story before I write another smut. This may or may not pan out, but I'm going to give it a shot.
Anyway this is a short drabble that I've been thinking about for a few days. Set directly after Rachel tells Finn about the baby. I'm not sure where I should go with this, so any comments and suggestions are more than welcome. Cheers.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, it belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox. I only own the baby laptop upon which this story was written.
There was something about Finn walking out on New Directions that really bothered Rachel. She understood why he did it, even recognized that she was partly to blame. But in the moment directly after she told him the truth about Quinn's baby, when he stormed into the choir room and Puck was sprawled out on one of the chairs at the top of the risers and Finn literally dragged Puck down to the ground, Rachel realized that there was no way she could be in love with someone that violent.
Rachel wasn't sure what she expected—Finn politely approaching Puck, slipping a white glove finger-by-finger from his hand and then slapping Puck over the face with it, setting their duel for tomorrow at high noon—but that was not how things played themselves out. Rachel was actually scared of Finn when she saw him pummel Puck, Quinn crying out beside her, and then he just stormed out, arms flailing, chairs flying. It was pretty terrifying…she cried then.
Rachel cried because she knew the extent of her actions, and what was worse was not having anyone to back her up; there was no one to whom she could turn. Not one of the people left mouths-agape in the choir room was her friend; they all hated her, or at least didn't they trust her enough to let her into their lives. And maybe she deserved to be shunned from the group. She had basically alienated everyone there; except Quinn apparently.
Quinn had practically thanked her for telling the truth. Rachel was pretty sure Quinn was going to punch her: maybe the baby hormones made her more forgiving. Whatever the reasoning, Quinn had said something profound on the bench outside of the choir room neither of us can have him. It was mostly true, except that it wasn't that Rachel couldn't have Finn (because she was pretty sure she could at that point) she just didn't want him. At least she didn't think she wanted him.
When Rachel got home, side-stepped dinner, and headed straight for her room, she collapsed on her very pink bedspread, pulled the stuffed spider monkey from the bedpost, and cried again. This time she cried because without her leading man there would be no Sectionals to win…no twelfth member, no male lead to offset her stunning vocals, no one to keep them sane and motivated. Rachel was pretty sure she couldn't win Sectionals without him, and for the first time in her sixteen years, she just didn't know what to do.