A/N: As you might have noticed, I have changed the summary of this story because this isn't going to take just three days any longer and the new summary (lyrics of a wonderful song by Vertical Horizon, if you're interested in listening to it) seems much more fitting to the direction this story is taking me.
All mistakes are my own, because I'm too lazy to proof read and whenever I do, I tend to change the chapter completely so I apologize in advance.
It's still completely infuriating.
Only ten times worse, because the infuriated it pointed towards himself.
She knocked on his bedroom window at five minute past one in the morning and at first, he's positive it's a dream and the Asian lord is telling him he needs to get in her pants (he also realizes he's spending far too much time with Puck now that Sam's spending almost every minute with Mercedes trying to make the world believe they aren't ripping each other's clothes off and getting at it every chance they get). He pulls the window up, prepared to lecture her on how dangerous it is climbing trees in the dark when he noticed her cheeks stained with dry tears and her eyes a heartbreaking colour of deep red. He wordlessly pulls her inside his room and shuts the window, turning around and being greeted by a rib shattering hug. All he can do is hold her in his arms, listen to her dampen her dried tears with new ones and wait patiently for her to talk about whatever it was Finn did to get her so upset.
The crying lasts for a good half hour and he somehow managed to get her seated on his lap while he leaned against the headboard of his bed, still stroking her hair affectionately and planning on ways he can murder her stupid and idiotic boyfriend when she says the five words he's wanted to hear for a good two month.
"I broke up with Finn."
He suddenly hates those words more than he wants to admit.
Her voice croaks and she doesn't remove her head from his chest, repeating her words into his shirt before the water banks break again, only with a hundred times more force.
He feels incredibly guilty for wanting her to do this for so long, he feels like it's his fault. He doesn't remember any of his daydreams turning into this, he doesn't remember seeing Finn make her cry at all since the beginning of the new year and he thinks that maybe she was better off with him and maybe Finn had changed, for real this time and maybe he should just settle for what he has.
He's still lost in a train of thoughts about why he's a bloody horrible person when her lips are being pressed against his and they taste like salty tears and complete pain. He kisses her back because she wants him to, and he feels his heart break when he realizes she's using him as a distraction from her emotions. His hands gently cup her face and his thumbs caress her cheekbones as he fights back his own tears, hoping that somehow his own hurting is causing her to heal.
Because that's all that really matters.
She's all that will ever matter.
He gets the sex talk from his father because out of all possible mornings, he decided this one would be perfect for greeting his son good morning for the first time in ten months.
Somehow, his mother manages to convince him that they hadn't done anything, noting that her clothes weren't severely ruffled and the bed sheets aren't a hap hazardous mess. Mike chooses to ignore and forget the part of her reasoning when she points out that her and her husband's bed usually looks like it was attacked by a pack of lions after they're done doing the deed and those sort of traits can be passed onto children.
She takes little bite of her breakfast because she knows Mrs. Chang didn't use vegan friendly ingredients to make breakfast and his mother continuously apologies for not being able to accommodate her seeing as she wasn't excepting to find the Jewish girl in her son's bedroom at seven in the morning. Rachel just smiles that weak but somehow still incredibly gorgeous smile and shrugs her shoulders, saying her fathers sometimes cheat on their diet too and they'd feel less guilty for doing so once she told them about having actual eggs for breakfast.
She helps with the dishes and watches an episode of Scooby-Doo with his mother before she announces that she has to leave or else her father will get worried. He tells her he'd call her later and she shakes her head, saying she needs to be alone before she stepped down the steps leading up to his front door and soon she was out of sight again.
The contrast between Friday late-afternoon and Saturday morning is something he mulls over for hours before picking up the phone and calling Hudson.
Puck and Sam burst through his front door that afternoon with Mercedes tailing close behind them. He wants to ask why she's with them but he fears it'll come out like a rude and intensive way of telling her to get lost so he just bites back his question when he closes the door.
They're all shouting questions at him and he doesn't know how to answer any of them. Or perhaps, he just doesn't want to.
Puck's going on about how one of his old pool client's client daughter noticed Rachel climb into his room last night. He asks him how she as up at one in the morning and Noah sheepishly answers that they might have been having a sexting session and Mercedes whacks him on the head in disgust and murmurs about how she'll be informing Lauren about his early morning activities.
Sam's wondering why she was there in the first place and he reluctantly tells him that she came to use him as a pillow case to cry on. He asks if he used her vulnerably to his advantage and of course, Mercedes glares at him because that's kind of how she was when he asked her to dance, insecure. She lets him off with what he can only assume was an insult in Na'vi, because Sam's then murmuring apologies and explanations to her because he honestly didn't know and he really does love her.
Puck's rolling his eyes at the scene unfolding in front of them and Mike's just narrowing his eyes at the two and shooting daggers at their faces because he's bitter and he hasn't even gotten to the part where he got to kiss Rachel because that's all he really wants to get off his chest. Just before Mercedes and Sam can start kissing each other's faces off because they're so filled with love and never ending waterfalls of god damn forgiveness, Mercedes' phone rings and Mike sighs in relief at his technological saviour.
He crosses his legs and leans back against the wall as he looks up at his bedroom ceiling, sighing as his thoughts slowly drifted to Rachel for the thousandth time that day.
"Wally, I know you probably don't want to see this…" His lips would have twitched into a slight smile at the nickname Mercedes had given him since they both found out they shared a mutual love for Kids Next Door, but the rest of that sentence just made his body stiffen as he remembered the call he made a while before they arrived.
"But it's sort of important."
He lowers his head to look between Sam and Mercedes seated on the edge of his bed, who are both staring at her cell phone screen with Puck's chin on Sam's shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of it all too. He crawls over to the three of them and braces himself for what he's about to see, and his lower lip quivers when his eyes lock on the picture lighting Mercedes' cell phone screen.
"Sorry, bro."
He can barely hear Puck's voice as he gets off the bed and clenches his fists, shaking his head as a way to brush off their sympathy as he made his way over to his bathroom. "You guys can set up the system downstairs, I don't know if you'd be interested in playing Dance, Dance Revolution with us, Abby, but my parents won't be home for a good four hours and it's kind of a Saturday tradition we can't break. I'll be down soon."
He stays in his bathroom for as long as he can without them thinking he's stalling, not crying because he really should stop swallowing in self pity, but getting used to the fact that maybe Finn is perfect for her in some twisted way and he needs to get used to it.
He walks out of the bathroom with a smile on his lips and the image of Finn and Rachel kissing each other like lovers that had been separated for generations still engraved into his mind. He runs down the stairs and announces that he's going to kick all of their butts, focusing on his good deed to keep him positive and feeling proud that he found a way to make Rachel happy again, somehow.
Because that's all that really matters.
She's all that will ever matter.
