A/N: So, this is unlike anything I have ever written before, but it has been nagging at me so much so that I couldn't sleep…possible tissue warning.
Chapter 1.
There were stacks of unopened boxes surrounding him, but he had absolutely no desire to unpack, despite the fact that he and his mom had moved in almost a week ago. It was two days before Christmas and Finn knew he should be feeling happy; but he wasn't. Finn had expected to have Rachel around when he moved, but that didn't happen either. Glumly he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling above him. For the last two weeks he had come home from school and gone straight up to his room to mope.
"Finn Hudson, get your butt down here!" A voice yelled from downstairs for the third time. He expected his mother was calling him for dinner but he didn't even feel like eating. It concerned him that he didn't even care about eating. There was a knock on his door.
"Finn?" A feminine voice said before poking its head into his room. It was his step-brother Kurt. "You need to come downstairs, now." Kurt had an impatient look on his face that told him he wasn't going to get off with ignoring him. Finn grunted before rolling off the bed and following Kurt down the stairs.
"What's for supper?" He asked curiously, even though he didn't actually care. Ever since breaking up with Rachel everything seemed to taste like cardboard, which sucked because eating was like his favourite thing ever.
"God, is that all you ever think about? There's more to life than food, Finn." Finn was about to defend himself, but Kurt kept talking. "There's something you need to see."
There was a pang of tension in his chest all of a sudden; he had the feeling he wasn't going to enjoy what ever it was his new family had planned for him. He could hear the television coming from the living room, it sounded like a news report. Finn hated the news. Kurt made his way into the living room, and Finn was about to follow him when the doorbell rang.
"I'll be right there." He said before turning around to go and answer the door. Thankful for the diversion he flung the door open only to be met with the eyes of one Rachel Berry. He groaned inwardly. When would she understand that he needed some space? Despite his anger he couldn't help but notice how cute she looked standing there in her red coat and white hat. They were the same ones she had worn when they went to get the Christmas tree for the Glee Club. He leaned against the door frame, waiting for her to beg him to take back again, but it never happened. Rachel had never been to the new house before and he wondered how she had found it. The two stood there in an awkward silence for at least two minutes before a broken sob escaped Rachel's lips. Upon looking closer he could see that her face was entirely streaked with tears. Soon her entire body was shaking with sobs. Finn stood there uncomfortably, slowing becoming aware that this visit had nothing to do with them. On instinct he reached black, closing the door to give them some privacy. He was unsure of what to do, never before had he seen her break down like this…and he was still angry at her. On the other hand she looked so tiny and vulnerable standing there, sobbing her heart out.
"Finn…" Rachel managed to crack out between cries as she lifted her hand to her forehead. His heart was breaking all over again at the sound of her cries. Finn reached out, pushing his anger to the back of his mind before wrapping his arms around her. Rachel responded by burrowing her shaking body as close to him as possible. For the moment he forgot what she had done, and how she had made him feel. He tightened his grip on her, allowing his hand to weave into her hair. Rachel breathed deeply, her sobs growing harder as she clutched onto the back of his shirt. Finn looked up at the sky, noting he could see could see his breath in the air. It was then that he remembered it was the middle of winter and that they were standing outside in below freezing temperatures. She must be freezing he thought worriedly.
"Rachel," he began. "Do you want to go inside?" She was silent all of a sudden, possibly remembered how cold it was herself. Silently she nodded against him, unwilling to let go. Finn released her from his arms before opening the door and leading her into the warm haven. The moment they were inside Carole was all over Rachel.
"Oh dear, are you okay? How are you holding up?" Finn looked confused as his mother pulled his ex-girlfriend into a tight hug. What was going on? Nervously he walked into the living room where Kurt was still waiting for him. His eyes flashed over to the television, he had been right, the news was on. His chest tightened when he saw the headline across the screen. Two men killed in car accident. In an instant he knew what had happened – it had been her parents. Finn looked over at Rachel who was being forced out of her coat via his mother. Their eyes met from across the room and he knew that she knew that he knew what had happened. His heart was beginning to beat quickly in his chest, a sudden feeling of sorrow over coming him.
Oh God.
So much for a Merry Christmas.
A/N: Thank you for reading guys, reviews are greatly appreciated.
