RPOV
That soft hand on my back, the smooth and gentle ringing of a beautiful voice. I look up at Quinn Fabray, once my enemy and archrival and now my friend. But… how did I get here? I don't remember anything after HE ruined my life. I drifted away into my memories.
The day before, 5:00 PM.
I walked quickly down the street. Nothing was going to stop me now. I was so close to Finn's house. One more turn and I would be there. I looked down at myself, at what I was wearing. My red stilettos clicked loudly with every step that I took and whenever I stepped in a crack I feared that I would fall and break my talent. Sure this wasn't my usual style but today was a special day. Today was the day that I would finally give myself to Finn. It was so perfect I would just walk in as if it were any old day. Then I would go up to his room and strip down beneath his blankets. After that I would invite him to come and cuddle. It was so perfect.
I walked up his driveway and pulled open the door. "Finn!" I called aloud. But I heard no response. I looked back into the driveway and sure enough his truck was sitting there. "Finn?" I heard something moving around upstairs. I walked tentatively along the hallway to his room. I still heard the sounds of movement so I slowly opened his door.
There he was, naked and mid-thrust into some girl that I didn't know. He looked over at me. "RACHEL!" He yelped and quickly moved to cover himself. The girl rolled off of the side of his cowboy bed and hid behind him. "Rachel, it's not what it looks like,"
Bullshit I thought. Of course it was what it looked like. He was having sex with another woman! Some peppy, blonde cheerleader. What a hoebag. "No Finn. This is exactly what it looks like." He searches for words to defend himself. "Was I not good enough for you? Is that it? Is it because I wanted to wait for the right moment?" Finn just shook his head like a lost puppy. The girl had begun to crawl under the bed.
I walk towards where Finn was, still lying on the bed, his eyes caught the glimmer of my legs and he gaped. What a boy. Can't control his own dick. I walked up to him and looked him in the eyes. And then I slapped him. I slapped him hard. Harder than I should have but it felt so good. I felt like finally I had the control.
I stormed out of the house after calling the girl a few nasty words. I can't say that I am sorry. The bitter sting of betrayal and heartache didn't set in until I got back to my own house. I locked myself in my closet and I let the tears run. I whipped out my phone and began scrolling through my contacts. Who could I call to let my feelings out to? Who could possibly understand the viewpoint that I was coming from? And then I saw his name. Jesse St. James. I called.
"Hello?" A groggy voice picked up on the other end.
"Jesse," I cried in between gasps and sobs, "I need to talk to you."
"Meet me at my house at 8."
Again sorry for the short chapter, I just wanted to get something more out there. Next chapter we will learn what Jesse's part in this is. Be prepared for a Faberry moment. Read and review. Thanks!