In Too Deep

Summary: In April of 1912, a ship takes off to New York City with several passangers preparing for the remarkable journey. Though strangers at first, they all grow very familiar with one another, but nothing can save them from what's about to happen.

Rated: M: There is not much sexual content, though I am still deciding as to whether or not small doses will be included, but in the last ten-ish chapters, there's a lot of violence and disturbing images that perhaps will be planted in your brains. For now, though, it is safe, I just want it there for the warning of what's to come.

Pairings: The main pairing is Finn/Rachel, though quite a bit at the beginning is only implications. Also: Jesse/Rachel, mentions of Puck/Rachel, Puck/Quinn, Kurt/Mercedes friendship, Will/Emma, Tina/Artie, implied Brittany/Santana

A/N: My transitions weren't obvious in the first chapter due to the fact that my stupid thing wouldn't let me put them in. Anyways, all is fixed now. I would just like to say: All character deaths and how it happens have been planned out! Sounds violent and disturbing, but I'm actually proud. I was having difficulty deciding who to off. Anyways, I think the way all of them go will add to the drama.


In Too Deep - Chapter 2

"Finn," Rachel declared, standing up from her seat, "I'm sorry, but I have to go. I suppose I'll see you around." She grabbed the hand of Jesse St. James, following him to the opposite, more private, end of the boat. He dragged her toward the railing, the two of them staring out into the water silently. "Can I help you?"

Jesse sighed. "Rachel, I know that we hardly know each other, but him?" She sense the jealousy in his voice. Her mother, Shelby, had solely introduced the two as a part of her perfect plan. She intended for them to get married. In her mind, it would all end perfectly.

Of course, who was Rachel to deny that she did have slight feelings for him at first glance. They did have quite a bit in common, but she refused to believe it after talking to Finn. He was the only one who crossed her mind from then on. "I am going to bed. I'll see you in the morning." Before he could catch her hand and pull her back, she had disappeared around the corner.

Quinn Fabray was lounging on the stairs leading to what Rachel assumed was her own room. She rested her head of sleek blonde hair against the wall, sniffling every so often. A small sound resembling that of a hurt animal escaped her mouth, a frightening sound to Rachel's ears.

The girl jumped when a hand touched her shoulders. "Are you alright?" asked Rachel.

"Get out of here," Quinn snapped, glaring at the hand. "You have no business disturbing me."

"Actually," Rachel protested, "I do. Some of us have rooms to get to." She enabled her to assume she was going to be on her way to rest up, but instead, she perched on the step next to her. "I know we don't know each other very well, but I truly would like to help."

Quinn let out another silent sob. "I don't need your help. If I did, I would have asked. Please, leave."

"Does this have to do with Noah?" Rachel asked. "I could see how he would say something offensive, though it seemed as if he truly does like you."

An awkward silence developed between them, Quinn straightening her back. She winced, attempting to stand upright, but Rachel caught her before she could fall, setting her gently on the step again. "Leave him out of this," she snapped, facing the wall stubbornly. She had to turn back when Rachel said nothing.

That's when she noticed her gawking at her stomach. "I-I didn't know," gasped Rachel. "I'm so sorry." A pale hand flew to her mouth. "Is it… Noah's?" Somehow, the question was rhetorical. Obviously, it was Noah's; everyone knew by the way he glued himself to her side at every moment. That is, until now, when Rachel guessed she had managed to slither out of his sight.

"Please leave," Quinn sobbed in a hushed voice.

Rachel quickly obeyed, making her way to her quarters without a second glance.

Quinn squeezed her shut, allowing the tears to pour out. She rested her head on the wall, drowning in her sorrows and problem.


Finn moved rapidly and inaudibly. He stumbled along the way, though only once. Rachel was the only thing on his mind - he had to find her immediately. All he knew was that she would be in her first class room. Surely he would be able to find it easily enough. Moving through the halls, he passed by a sobbing Quinn Fabray, who avoided him as best she could. If only there was a way to see inside, he thought.

"May I help you?" The stern voice caused him to jump. He slipped away from the door he was currently acknowledging, looking to the brunette staring from down the hallway. "Yes, you. What are you doing here? Are you lost?"

As he looked to her, he was reminded of Rachel. She had the same face, hair, bone structure. She had to know where she was. "I am looking for Rachel. Rachel Berry." He choked on the words, clearing his throat uncomfortably.

"Well, I'm sorry, but she's busy at the moment. You shouldn't be down here in the first place." The woman was suddenly joined by another boy, slightly older than Finn, who glared. They exchanged subtle words, glimpsing at him. He recognized the third party member as the boy who had taken Rachel away from the bench.

Finn understood; he wasn't supposed to see her, he shouldn't. How would they know? If he could not get her out of his mind, she was meant to be with him. He needed her in order to live. "Alright," he agreed, turning on his heel and trudging up the stairs. Disbelieving as he sounded, they did not question his abrupt exit.

A strident laugh sounded from the hall outside his bedroom. In an instant, a petite man collided with Finn, almost diminishing to the ground, had the larger figure not captured his gaunt limb. "So sorry," the boy apologized, brushing himself off. When he looked up, he could not help but stare at Finn dreamily.

"Are you alright? I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine. Kurt Hummel." The hand he had grabbed was suddenly encompassing Finn's as a friendly gesture.

He raised an eyebrow. "Finn-"

"Hudson. I know who you are. Our parents spoke this evening, I believe we were briefly introduced." Kurt did not give a second thought to the bewildered expression facing him. "I'm not offended if you do not remember our cursory conversation, I suppose I just have a way with faces."

Finn was exasperated by Kurt, who was far from shy, which frightened him a bit. And the look he gave was less than comforting, the excitement in his eyes giving him an eerie feeling. "I, uh, I have to go. It was nice to meet you, Kurt, again." He sprinted down the hall, running into his door as he worked to open it at great speed. Then, he was gone.

Kurt frowned, ogling at the door that had just slammed shut. Finn Hudson had simply walked away. Walked away. The image of the scene consumed his mind like poison, like a drug. It couldn't be. Kurt refused to believe what had just happened. Soon, he would open his eyes to comprehend that what had just happened was a dream. He would collide with Finn again, and the approach would be smoother, different. Perhaps Mercedes, whom he had found a close friend in, would agree to help him get the boy.

A slight twitch came from his eye in anger. He could feel his cheeks burning red like fire. What had gotten into him? Never once had he been so disturbed by someone shoving him to the side. The only exception was that it was Finn. Finn Hudson, dammit!

Kurt would get his way, even if it killed him.


Rachel awoke to the sound of her father's voice outside her door. "Rachel, darling, breakfast is being served. I expect you to be ready as soon as possible."

In truth, she was already prepared for the day, fully clothed, her hair pulled back, her make-up perfectly intact. She was not hungry for breakfast; she knew Finn would be there, he would be looking for her. She couldn't bear to see him, not after hearing him being threatened by who was claimed to be her "true love". "I'll be out in a moment," she lied, gazing at her reflection.

A long while later, she appeared in the doorway of the dining hall. The elongated tables had been replaced with smaller ones, a perfect size for the small families joining them. She sat beside one of her fathers, who shook his head, gesturing to a table behind them. There he sat, awaiting her arrival. She swallowed the lump in her throat before taking a seat across from him.

"Good morning, Rachel," Jesse greeted. "How are you?"

His small was heartwarming, though she hated to admit it. His voice also comforted her, offered protection. She knew, deep in her heart, that her mother's intentions meant well - it was strenuous to dislike Jesse. "I'm doing well," she lied with a sigh. "Do you know where my mother is?" The question went by unanswered; Jesse focused on someone across the room, seclusion in his eyes.

"I'm sorry?" he finally asked.

Rachel stared at the plate of food in front of her. "Never mind," she replied, smiling to him as she took the first bite.


"Fabray!" Quinn lifted her head when she heard her name snap from Sue Sylvester's lips. Her fork had been caressing the food on the plate, yet no a single ounce ever reached her mouth. "What's your deal?"

It was be suicide to say she was pregnant. Sue would have her head on the elegant glass dishware. "Not feeling well," she replied simply, pushing one piece of fruit toward the edge of the plate. "I must be seasick or something." Beside her, Puck gripped the table, his fist turning pale white. She did not dare glance at him in fear just his looks would give them away.

"Eat," Sue commanded, "you need your energy."

Just a moment later, Quinn was placing unnecessary amounts of food in her mouth. Puck gawked at her, unsure if it was because she was trying to prove a point to Sue or because she had been starving all along. "Quinn," he whispered, leaning close to her, "people are staring. Take it easy."

"Calm down," she replied. "No one is going to find out. Your reputation will stay clear. If you didn't notice, it's somewhat obvious enough as it is. I'm surprised more people don't look at the bigger picture, aren't you?" She elevated a single blonde eyebrow to challenge him.

Puck sighed in defeat, but continued to watch her at a side view. He also proceeded to glance at Sue and Santana, who were both studying Quinn's rapid eating habits. Everyone at their table and all attendants in the dining hall fell deathly silent as the sound of metal meeting glass echoed in their ears, and a figure blurred by, headed outside.

Rachel and Finn had one thing in common: when something so sudden happened, their first instinct was to stand up, preparing to follow after. In this case, they were ready to sprint after Quinn. Unlike Rachel, though, Finn managed to make it out the door - with a dazed Noah close behind - without being stopped.

Jesse gripped her wrist with great force. "Rachel," he instructed, pulling her back into her seat, "don't worry about her. How do you know Quinn Fabray?"

She scooted the chair closer to the table, still staring in the direction of the door. "We met last night." Though she could read from his gaze that he was awaiting more details, she returned to eating the meal on her plate silently. She was tempted to ask how she knew her, but Jesse and Shelby seemed to know everyone without much reasoning as to how. Quinn had been less than courteous to her, but that was no excuse not to worry, especially when Rachel was one of a select few to know about her predicament.


Two arms caught Quinn just as she tumbled to the ground. She gasped for air, closing her eyes, allowing herself to cry. "Oh god," she moaned repeatedly. "Kill me now, please, kill me!" Her eyes gazed at the clouding sky overhead instead of at the two men who had rushed out behind her.

"Don't say that," Puck murmured, wiping beads of sweat off her face. He held her hand in fear that she was going to survive much longer. Deep inside, he knew he had nothing to worry about, that she would safely arrive in New York, and perhaps they could live together, raising their child. He saw the possibilities, even with three days journey.

Finn helped bring Quinn to her feet. "Are you sure you're alright?" he pressed, afraid to release her.

"I'm fine," she heaved. Her arms flailed to find the railing, which she gripped for support. "Thank you, so much…"

"Finn."

She flashed him a brilliant smile. "Thank you so much, Finn." He ignored the polite words, spinning on his heel and heading for the dining hall.

Quinn pulled herself to a bench, gripping her stomach. The morning sickness had not been a scrape since she had first left. Now, it was returning with worse side effects, or so she feared. A few tears silently propelled down her soft cheeks from embarrassment. Now, she would not only have strangers insisting on aiding her, but Sue had seen the worst side, and she would not be happy when she discovered the secret she had worked so hard to hide. "Ms. Sylvester is going to have my head," she sobbed.

All along, Puck had stood by her side. Even when she demanded he leave her sight, he would stand by and wait for the anger to pass. "She will not find out, Quinn. I won't allow it."

"How am I supposed to hide the fact that my stomach is growing! She already commented on my weight. If it becomes too obvious, I won't stand a chance." Quinn looked down at her stomach. Just before leaving, she had gone out of her way to buy clothes nearly four sizes too large in order to make her entire frame proportionate. In some of her attire, it was not at all obvious - it plainly looked as if she naturally dressed in baggy clothing.

Puck shrugged, wrapping an arm around her shoulders protectively. For once, she did not shake it off. "If she has not noticed by now, who's to say she ever well? In the last few months she hasn't said a word. You'll be fine."

Quinn stared at him in desperation. "Is it obvious? I feel as if it's not hidden enough." They both glanced at her stomach. Her dress blew in the wind, hiding her entire figure altogether.

"It only looks like you are drowning in your clothes," he admitted, causing her to chuckle quietly.

All she wanted was to trust Puck, to let him enter her life. He had been so kind to her, despite the fact that they were basically strangers. His protective instincts were kicking in, and she decided they would be helpful if they were ever going to spend their lives together; after all, they were having their first child. It was declared, then. She would live with him when they arrived in new York. They could raise their son or daughter happily - or so she hoped.


Review! Please, that would make this go a lot faster and smoother. Motivation. I am determined to actually finish this - I need reviews to do so! (Below, I have provided some helpful things to know!)

Quinn: She knew Puck before because of Sue, but only actually had interactions because she was drunk, you know, sort of like it happened in the show. I don't give much detail, but she did find out later that she was pregnant. And the moments with Puck and Quinn may seem weird because they "don't really know each other" but they do, better than I give them credit for. So, they knew each other before "that night" but they still aren't friends.

Jesse/Rachel/Shelby: Kurt said Jesse didn't know Rachel. Somewhat true. They didn't know each other well, but Rachel does know Shelby is her mother. Shelby is a friend of Rachel's dads and brought Jesse along in order to introduce him to Rachel. So, they do seem to know one another well, but that's because it was planned for them to meet at the dinner from chapter one.

Kurt: He decided he liked Finn from meeting him when they were boarding. I did not go into detail on that aspect either, but there's not much to say. I only have some implied Burt/Carole, because it is mostly assumed that they WOULD be together. *um, yeah, I'll just tell you now, those two will die*

Finally, I know I spelled Carole wrong because some sources (not people, as in, like, internet sources) proved me wrong. Not a big deal, right? She's mentioned twice in the remainder of this story.