That night Rachel couldn't fall asleep. The events of the day kept replaying in her head, Finn's laugh as he and her Papa made fun of her Dad, the way he smiled at her. His hand on hers in the teather, his knee against hers, the feel of his lips on her. His hand on her thigh, his tongue brushing against hers. The sound of her father yelling at them, the panic in his voice, the look on Finn's face before he left. That look, would be burned into her memory for the rest of her life. Finn had looked so hurt, after she'd calmed down a little she realized it might not be as bad as she'd made it up to be.
Her dad would make things right with Finn, or would make things right with her dad. She wasn't exactly sure who needed to apologize, Finn had betrayed his thrust by not having Rachel home at 11. But the way her dad was yelling at him, had been so out of line. It wasn't necessary to get that mad. And Rachel might not know Finn nearly as well as her dad did, but even she knew he was extremely sensitive, and yelling at him like that just seemed so wrong. Yes he had been mad, really mad, but as a psychiatrist he should know better.
It just seemed so unprofessional. And to be honest, Rachel was a little dissapointed in her dad.
When she still hadn't fallen asleep at 2 o'clock, she decided to go get a glass of water. She only made it to the stairs before she could hear yelling, coming from downstairs. Her dads were having a fight? They never fought? No, seriously they NEVER fought. Sure they had argument every now and then, but they never fought, not like this with raised voice. Rachel was about to go back to her room, and leave them alone, but when she heard Finn's name being said her legs starting moving down the stairs. She didn't wanna listen in on their fights, but she needed to know why they were talking about Finn. Had they heard from him? Was he okay, did something happen?
Rachel walked as carefull as she could, they lived in an old house and the floor was rather squeaky. She made it to the dining room door, without them hearing her. She wasn't sure if they were in the dining room or the kitchen, but there was no way she could find out without them noticing her. If she opened the diningroom door and they were in there, they would probably send her back to bed, and they would defintly stop fighting. There was no way they would ever let know they'd had a fight. Besides, it was an old house, of course the door was squeaky too.
"I told you this was a bad idea." Her Papa said.
"I know, you've told me 25 times now." Her Dad said, sarcastically. But his voice was still fill with anger.
"Exactly! I told you it was a bad idea, but you didn't listen to me. You just had to bring him here." Her Papa said, and Rachel's face fell into a deep frown as she realized they were fighting about Finn. Her Papa had said, it was a bad idea to invite him over? Rachel felt bad for Finn, having them talk about him like this, even though he couldn't hear them, but still it wasn't his fault. She didn't exactly beg him to take her home. And she was just as much a part of what they were doing, to make them so late.
"Well excuse me for actually caring about people?" Her Dad said, his voice raised. "You said you'll be nice. Hell you even said you were surprised with him." Her Dad said, and Rachel though about the conversation she'd walked in on before they'd left for the movies.
"I did like him, and I was truly surprised with him. But did Will or did he not just call, to tell you that Finn threatned to kill another boy?" Her Papa said, and Rachel swallowed a lump in her throat when she thought about Finn's fight with Karofksy.
"Oh please, Finn would never do that." Her Dad said, sounding sure of himself.
"He threatned to kill a boy, Hiram!" Her Papa yelled at his husband, frustrated.
"Like you've never threatned to kill someone, or beat them up. Or said something you regret." Her Dad replied, his voice slightly raised, but impressively calm compared to her Papa.
"He threatned to kill him." Her Papa yelled back at him, and Rachel just knew he was holding up his arms in the air, in frustration.
"Do you really think I would have brought him into home, with my husband, and my daughter, if I thought there was even the slightest possibility he was dangerous. Do you think I would have thrusted him with my only daughter, If I had even the smallest amount of doubt, to wether or not he was capable of murder?" Her Dad said, making a point Rachel really needed to hear.
"No, of course not." Her Papa said, finally calming down.
"As a psychiatrist it is my job to determine if a patient is a danger to others. And thrust me when I say the only person Finn is a threat to is himself." Her Dad said, and Rachel suddenly felt a tight knot in her stomach, at her fathers words. Finn was a threat to himself, she knew he had probelms but not that kind of problems. "Look I know you don't thrust Finn, and you don't have to. You just have to thrust me." Her Dad said, and Rachel just knew he was giving her Papa and pouting face. "Please, I mean I am your husband of 20 years, and the father of your daughter." Her Papa started laughing, and Rachel knew her Dad had won. She really hoped her Papa would reconsider his opinion of Finn.
"Fine, I thrust you, but I don't like the kid. Now let's get back to bed it's 2 o'clock in the morning, and my eyes are barely open. Rachel could hear them stumbling around, and she quickly tip toed towards the staircase, before running up the stairs and into her room. Throwing herself onto her bed, she pulled the blanket up and tried to make it look like she was asleep, and had been for the last 10 minutes. Not listening in on their conversation. A few seconds later the doop opened and quickly closed again. Rachel couldn't wait to tell Kurt, of course it was to late for him to be up and to early for him to be awake. So she'd have to wait until school, although Kurt was quite the morning person. It only took another 20 minutes and she was asleep. Exhausted from her long day, and her never ending thoughts.
"And then my Dad totally freaked, and started yelling at Finn. Apparently Finn was supposed to tell him about his fight with Karofsky and he hadn't, that and us being late and my Dad comepltely lost it. I can't believe he yelled at him like that." Rachel said, slamming her locker. Kurt and Quinn had been grilling her about last night all day, but thanks to Mr. Schuester and his watchfull eye they hadn't been able to talk in class. And actually had to listen.
"Wow, that seemed a litte...unprofessional." Quinn said.
"Thank you. That'w what I've been thinking." Rachel said, happy to hear that it wasn't just her overreacting to her fathers behavior.
"Forget about that. I still can't believe he kissed you. Are you sure you're not making this up?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow playfully at her.
"Yes, Kurt I'm sure. It was a bit to real to be a dream, thank you very much." Rachel said sarcastically, Rachel knew Kurt was just playing with her, and that on the inside he was jumping up and down from excitement.
"Well here's your chance to prove it." Kurt said, nodding his head towards Finn who was walking down the same hallway they were standing in. When Rachel caught eyecontact with him, he immediately looked away, down at his feet. She just knew her Dad yelling at him, would have it's consequenses. She wondered if Finn would ever talk to her again, and more importantly would he ever talk to her Dad again. She took a deep breath, just as he was about to walk past them.
"Hi, Finn." She said, giving him a shy smile, she held her breath, hoping he wouldn't run away and never look back. He started breathing again when he stopped, but instead of answering he just stood in front of her. Moving his feet uncomfortable as he looked to the ground, he looked like he wanted to say something. But instead he walked away, quickly. Rachel's smile fell into a frown as she watched him walk away.
"Wow, your Dad must have scared the crap out of him." Kurt said, as he crossed his arms over his chest and joined Rachel in her stare after him.
"This is bad, isn't it?" Quinn asked, worriedly.
"Yeah." Rachel said, in a deep sigh. She knew Quinn was right, this was really bad. Finn needed her Dad, she would have to fix this somehow.
As Quinn and Rachel entered Rachel's house that afternoon, giggling at the top of their lungs, their laughter was cut short when they were met by both of Rachel's dads in the livingroom. Her Dad was NEVER home so early, he never came home before atleast 5 o'clock. He look really worried, he even looked like he had been crying, or was just about to.
A thousand thoughts ran through Rachel's head, did something happen, to her Grandmother? Her Grandfather? Her Nana? One of her cousins, did the practice burn down, had a robbery, was her Papa okay? And then her fathers usual whereabouts hit her, Finn. This was the time where her Dad usually had his meetings with Finn. Why would he be home, now? A lump feeling began in the throat, Finn...Was he okay? Did something happen to him?
"Dad what are you doing home?" She asked, she was almost to afraid to ask, to afraid of her answer. But she needed to know. "Did something happen?"
"Finn..." Her Dad begin, but stopped to take a deep breath. At this point Rachel wasn't breathing at all. "He didn't show up for out usual appointment today. I've called him a dozen times now and texted him and left a ton of messages, but I can't get in touch with him." Her fathers voice was shaky, the panic clear in his voice.
"What does that mean?" Rachel asked, her voice a little raised, she couldn't help it. She was freaking out. If her father was in panic, it was bad, he never panicked, about anything. He was always the one to calm her and her Papa down, whenever something bad happened.
"Probably nothing." Her Papa said, trying ease the tension on the room. Both Rachel and her Dad were freaking out, the look on her Dad's face was something Rachel had never seen before. And she relaly hoped she never would. She figured that was what he looked like when he was worried.
"Probably?" Rachel almost yelled at him. But before she could say another word her Dad interrupted her.
"Rachel, did you see him at school today?" He asked, taking a step towards him, Rachel wanted to yell at him and tell him that this was all his fault, but the look on his face stopped her.
"Yes, I saw him in the hallway. I said hi, but he didn't answer." She said, panic starting to rise in her own body.
"How bout classes?" Her Dad asked, clearly just as freaked out as her, if not more. She shook her head, unable to form words. Her Dad walked over to them, until he was standing right in front of Rachel, looking down in her eyes. "Rachel if you see him, you have to tell him to call me, immediately. You two Quinn." He said, looking at Quinn, the desperate panic in his voice, making the first tear fall down Rachel's cheek.
"This is all your fault." She said, her Dad, Papa and Quinn all stared at her in shock. "You shouldn't have yelled at him like that. It's all your fault!" She yelled, tears streaming down her face.
"Rachel..." Her Papa said, trying to calm her down.
"No, don't try to pretend it's not. You know it is." Her Dad had tears forming in his own eyes, Rachel wasn't sure if it was becuase she was yelling at him like this for the first time, or because he knew she was right and was hitting a nerve, or maybe both. She knew what she was doing right now was wrong, but she couldn't stop herself. She was too worked up, to let it go. "If anything happens to him, it's all on you." She said, pointing her finger at him. "You were suppose to help him, he needed you! And you let him down, because we we're 45 minutes late. And he needed you Dad, and you let him down." When tears started falling from her Dad's eyes, she felt her stomach turning. She'd been so out of line, she'd made her Daddy cry. As a violent sub escaped her throat, she stormed up the stairs and into her room. She could hear Quinn call behind her.
She threw herself onto her bed, and let go of all of her emotions.
"Rachel." Quinn's soft voice said behind her, a hand reaching out to touch Rachel's back.
"I can't believe I just yelled at my Dad." She said, sitting up to face Quinn and wipe away some of her tears. "I've never yelled at him before." She was still in shock of her own behavior, she never talked to anyone like that.
"Wait, you've never yelled at your Dad before?" Quinn asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Rachel couldn't help but laugh, when she heard how that sounded. She was 18, she should have yelled at her Dad a million times, but thruth is she hadn't. She'd never had that 'parents are the worst thing in the world' fase. She'd always gotten along great with her Dads.
"No." She said, shaking her head.
"Wow, wanna switch parents?" Quinn asked, and they both started laughing. "Do you think Finn's gonna be okay?" Quinn asked, and they both turned serious again. Small frowns appearing on both of their faces.
"I don't know." Rachel said, truthfully. "I think Kurt's right. Something is really wrong with Finn. Maybe not him specifically, both something in his life is really really wrong. I'm worried about him."
"Me too." Quinn said, and Rachel looked at her surprised, she never would have imagined Quinn to say those words. And about Finn Hudson? "With everything you've told about him, and...all you have to do is look at him and you just know something's not right. I think Kurt's right. But if anyone can help him it's your Dad, right?" Quinn said, smiling. And Rachel wasn't sure if she was trying to convince Rachel or herself.
"He can't help him, if Finn won't talk to him." Rachel said, but before Quinn could answer to that, her Dad appeared in the doorframe. Gently knocking on it, making his presence known.
"Quinn, can I please talk to Rachel for a second?" He asked.
"Sure." Quinn said, getting up from the bed. "I'll call you later." She said, giving Rachel a smile, before walking out of the room.
"Daddy I'm so sorry." Rachel began, but her Dad stopped her by holding up a hand.
"It's okay, you were right. I overreacted, I shouldn't have yelled at Finn like that. But please know that the only reason I did it was because I was worried about you. You're never late and your Papa and I were so worried, I had all these crazy thoughts, like you've been mugged, or been in a car accident. I was so scared, and no matter what you will always be my number one priority you're my daughter." He sat down on the bed in front of Rachel, cupping her cheeks with his big hands. Rachel felt so bad for yelling at him, of course they had been worried, god only knows how much, Rachel hadn't even thought of that.
"Daddy I'm so sorry." Rachel said, tears starting to rise in her eyes again.
"It's okay sweety." Her Dad said, cutting her off. "As a guy who took a girl out, Finn should have had you home by curfew." He began, but Rachel cut him off, needing to defend Finn. It wasn't only his fault.
"I wasn't his fault..." She said, but her Papa appeared in the door, leaning against it, and cutting her off.
"As the boy Finn had a responsibility, what if he had been any other boy, think we would have let you go out with him again? Think any parent would? No, Finn ruined his chances on getting us to like him. You and I both know that if he had been any other boy we wouldn't even be having this conversation, right now." Her Papa said, leaning against the doorway. Rachel knew he was right, no parent in their right mind would have let their daughter go out with Finn again, after he broke curfew, on the very first date. But it wasn't really a date, was it? But her Papa was still wrong about one thing, Finn wasn't any boy.
"But he isn't any other boy." Rachel said, looking between her Dad and her Papa. Her Papa was looking at her Dad, who was looking at his hands in his lap.
"You're right. And with that being said, you were right about what you said in the living room. I've spent many many hours getting Finn to thrust me, and I might have ruined all of that Iby yelling at him. I know that. I lost my temper, and with any other boy it would have been completely justified, but with Finn it was wrong. I know what yelling at him does, and it was unproffesional off me. I should be able to seperate my private life and my buisness. I made a mistake, and I own up to that." Rachel didn't know what to say to that, he was right, it was all the things she'd been mad at him about, but he was also owning up to it. And admitting he was wrong. It really meant a lot to Rachel, cause she knew how much he must hate this. "And as soon as I'm able to reach Finn, I'm gonna tell him that." Rachel felt a huge grin appear on her face, as she leaned forward to hug her Dad.
"I think that's a great idea, and I think you should ask him over for dinner again." Her Papa said, and Rachel and her Dad but stared at him in disbelief. "It'll be nice to have someone to talk to who actually know the diffrense between football and baseball." Rachel and her Dad started chuckling at that.
"It's so confusing, they don't use their feet in either." Her Dad said, about to start up a never ending discussion of why it's called football, when they mostly use their hands. Her Papa just chuckled to himself as he walked out of her room again.
"So has your Dad talked to Finn yet?" Kurt asked, as he opened his locker to get his books for Spanish, Quinn and Rachel standing on each side of him. Depsite many attemps her Dad still hadn't been able to reach Finn, he's called him practically once every minute since their conversation yesterday, without luck. Rachel had even tried calling him herself, but also without luck. She'd never seen her Dad so freaked out, an around 10 o'clock he had been ready to drive to Finn's house, but her Papa had talked him out of it. Saying that Finn would call once he was ready, and that he probably just needed a little time.
"No, not yet." Rachel said, she could see Quinn and Kurt's eyes land on something behind her. She turned around to find Finn, standing at his locker further down the hall.
"Go talk to him." Kurt said, all of them turning their attention towards Finn.
"You think that's a good idea?" Rachel asked. She still wasn't sure where she stood with Finn, especially not after that night. And he did blow her off, yesterday.
"You promised your Dad, you would tell him to call him. If you don't I will." Kurt said, getting ready to face Finn, but Rachel grabbed him his sleeve and pulled him back. Kurt had a way of being...well...truthfully honest, and yes that was a good quality. Just maybe not, when you're dealing with a high tempered bipolar teenager.
"NO!" Rachel hissed. "I'll do it. Just wait here." She took quick steps as she approached Finn's locker, hoping she could get to him before he had a chance to walk away. She reached his locker, just as she shot it. When his eyes landed on her, he took a step backwards, almost like he'd just seen a ghost.
"Hi, Finn." She said, smiling at him sweetly. Hoping it would lighten the tension, but when he didn't answer she continued. "My Dad's been worrying sick about you, you should really call him." Finn's eyes fell to the ground, and stayed there.
"I don't think he wants to talk to me." He said, his voice so low, Rachel could barely hear him.
"He does Finn. He feels so bad for yelling at you, he really wants to apologize." She said, taking a step towards him, putting her hand on his arm. His eyes left the ground and landed on her arm, she debated wether or not she should remove it, but when he didn't say anything or tried to pull away, she left it there. "You should call him Finn, or go to your meeting today. Atleast text him, he's freaking out." Rachel said, giving him another smile, trying to make him feel more comfortable she ran her hand gently up and down his arm.
"He's never yelled at me before." Finn said, his voice sounding like a young child being yelled at for the first time by a stranger. When he looked up and into her eyes, that was exactly what she saw. He looked scared, hurt, betrayed. Her heart broke just by the look in his eyes, and she just really wanted to hug him, and tell him eyerything was gonna be okay. She knew she couldn't, not yet, so she did the second best thing. She took another step towards him, and placed a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at her.
"He's really sorry Finn. I've never seen him like this before, he's so worried about you. Do you want me to call him for you? Or go with you to your meeting? Let me help you Finn." She said, looking into his eyes, and praying to god he would let her help him.
"You'll help me?" He asked, looking at his in confusion. Like he couldn't believe she wanted to help him.
"Yes, whatever you need. Just tell me." She said, running her tumb back and forth on his cheek. He nodded slowly.
"I'll go call him." He said, and Rachel pulled out a pen from her backpag. Taking his hand and writing her number on it.
"Here's my number. If you need anything or just wanna talk, or watch a movie or something. Call me, or text me. I don't always answer my calls." She said, signing his hand with a 'Call me, love Rachel' wrapped in a heart, on the palm of his hand.
"Thanks Rachel." He said, giving her a weak smile. She gave him a real one, and walked back towards Kurt and Quinn. Who had been watching her conversation with Finn, intensely. They both looked surprised, she had just been talking to Finn Hudson, she'd been touching Finn Hudson, she just freaking wrote her number on his hand. Rachel couldn't even believe it herself. She reached her friends, but before any of them had a chance to say something, Kurt was being pushed side first against the locker. Rachel's back was pushed into the lockers to, her hand being crushed between her body weight and the locker. A pain shot through her hand, and she looked up just in time to see Quinn get the same treatment.
She didn't have to look at her attackers to know that it was Karofsky, and some of his stupid football friends. What she didn't expect, was for Karofsky to be slammed against the lockers too, and being held in place there. She got back on her feet, and Kurt pulled her towards him and Quinn, watching Finn pinning Karosky against a locker.
"What the hell is your problem?" He yelled, and Rachel felt panic rise in her body. The last time they did this it didn't end well.
"You! Actually." Karosky replied, pushing Finn in the chest to get him to let go of him.
"Then take it out on my and not her. You fucking coward!" Finn screamed back, and for a second a smile appeared on Rachel's face when she realized he was standing up for her. No one had ever done that for her before, her smile was quickly replaced by a frown, when Karosky pushed Finn in the chest, hard, making him stumble backwards.
"What did you call me, freak?" Karosky asked, giving Finn a deathfull glare. Staring him down, as he got back on his feet. He walked right into Karosky, standing mere inches from him, Finn was a few inches taller than Karofsky, so he seemed more threatning. A small amount of time went by, where no one said anything, and no one moved. It was only about the quater of a second, but to Rachel it seemed like minutes.
"You heard me. Only cowards pushed innocent girls around." Finn said, boldly. But as soon as he finished his sentence Karofsky pushed him in the chest once more, this time he flew backwards and into the lockers behind him.
"Who are you calling a coward, freak." Karofsky spit at Finn, who quickly got back on his feet and slammed Karofsky against the locker. Karofsky got back on his feet and shoved Finn again, Finn threw a punch hitting Karofsky right in the face. Karofsky hit him back. Punches were thrown back and forth, the sound of bones hitting bones and slamming against the lockers, echoed around the hallway as everyone stood in completely silence. No one dared to say a single word, better yet interferre. The only other sounds, were people's gasps.
Finn knocked Karosky to the ground, sat on top of him and pucnhed him in the face repeatedly, a few of Karosky's football friends arrived. Two of them, grabbed Finn's arms and pulled him up, slamming him against the lockers. His face colliding with the metal, made a loud bang. Rachel felt dizzy just thinking about how much that must have hurt, more people gasped, and someone yelled to go get a teacher. When Finn got backed on his feet and turned around, he was bleady a lot from his nose. Thick lines of blood running, never endingly into his mouth. His teeth red from the blood. Rachel thought she was gonna throw up, but the sick feeling in her stomach was replaced by something even worse, when Finn knocked out three of Karosky's friends, and headed towards him.
He got a hold of his shirt and slammed him into the lockers, hitting him repeatedly. Luckily Mr. Schue arrived and pulled Finn away. Grabbing him by his shirt and holding him against the locker on the opposet side. He stood in between the two boys, holding a hand to both of their chests, to separate them.
"What the hell is going on here?" He yelled.
"Hudson's a freaking loser, who can't take a fucking joke." Karofsky spat, and Finn charged of towards him, but Mr. Schue stopped him and kept him in place. "Too bad your boyfriend arrived just in time to save your ass. Would have been fun to kick your ass, here in front of everyone. So everyone can see what a fucking loser you are, just like your Daddy." Karofsky said mockingly.
"Finn." Mr. Schue said firmly, and looked at Finn, who stopped in his tracks and stood still, glaring at Karofsky who just smiled his stupid smile.
"One day Hudson, one day when Mr. Schue isn't around to save you, you're mine. You hear that you're fucking mine! Unless all that time with that fag Berry, has turned you into a homo too." Karofsky said, and Rachel could feel the anger rise in her body. How dare he talk about her Dad like that.
"David! Principal's office right now!" Mr. Schue yelled, letting go of Karosky to hold onto Finn who was not red in the face from anger. His jaw clenched so much, his teeth could crack at any moment.
"You know I saw him the other day when I was having launch with my Dad. Arm wrapped around his husband, kissing in public. You know it's so fucking disgusting, why do we have to watch their sickness. Almost made me throw up. But I bet you like that don't you? I wonder if that little slut of his is a fag too?" Karofsky said, Finn threw a punch at him but missed, as Mr. Schue struggled to keep him in away from Karofsky. As mad as Rachel was, and as much as she wanted Karofsky to pay for what he said about her Dads, she was also afraid. Afraid of what Finn would do, and based on the desperate look on Mr. Schue's face, he was thinking the same thing.
"Don't you fucking call her that!" Finn screamed.
"Holy shit. Do you fucking like her?" Karofsky asked taking a stop forward. Putting himself in the danger zone, as Finn's knuckles were turning white with how hard he was clenching his fists. "Oh...I bet you like that huh? Fucking her, and then go cry to Daddy." Karofsky said, running his finger down his face and making a pouty face, like he was crying. Finn completely lost it, and got out of Mr. Schue's grip. He stormed forward and slammed Karofsky against the locker, and slamming him onto the floor. Finn started beating on his face, as Mr. Schue tried to pull him off.
"Don't you fucking talk about her like that!" Finn yelled, punching Karofsky so hard he was starting to bleed. Mr. Schue again tried to pull him off but was unsuccesfull.
"Get Coach Beiste." He yelled into the crowd of students, gathered in the hallway to watch the fight. When no one moved, he got up to yell it at the student standing closest to him, the young boy quickly made his way through the crowd, searching for Coach Beiste. Finn was still beating at Karofsky, screaming at him.
"Don't you fucking talk about her like that, you got that you fucking punk!" He screamed, as Karofsky got in a punch to Finn's chin, giving him enough time to push Finn of him, and switch places. So that he was the one, trapping Finn to the ground.
"Don't what huh freak? Don't call her a slut?" Karofsky said, putting pressure on the word slut, making it a mocking tone. "Slut. Slut. Slut. Slut. Fucking slut." He said, in between punches, blood from his mouth dripping onto Finn's face, which was covered in his own blood. He had a huge scratch on his right side, right next to his eye, the kind that turned into a big black eye. His nose still bleeding, so was his mouth. Now with it's own blood.
"Don't you fucking talk about her like that, ever. Don't ever talk about her, don't even fucking look at her, or I'll fucking kill you! You got that, I'm gonna crack your fucking skull! You hear me!" Finn got in another good punch and knocked Karofsky off him. As they both stood back up, Mr. Schue tried to pull them apart, but Finn just pushed him away, and made his way back to hitting Karofsky.
"Finn." Mr. Schue yelled, the panic in his voice had returned, and it had the same affect on Rachel as it did the first time. Finn didn't even flinch, Mr. Schue tried again but still nothing. Coach Beiste arrived just in that second, and helped pull them apart.
"You son of a bitch, you're fucking dead!" Finn yelled, Mr. Schue held Finn in a police lock, with his arm behind his back, as he held him against the locker. Coach Beiste was struggling to keep Karosky in place to.
"You better bring it Hudson. Any time, any place." Karofsky yelled.
"It's your dead man, you just name it." Finn said, surprisingly calm. Which made Mr. Schue call his name again, still without any response. Thankfully Coach Beiste interrupted their threats.
"Alright let's go, principal's office princess." Coach Beiste said, turning to look at Mr. Schue. "Got it Will?" She asked, and when he said yes, she lead Karosky down the hallway.
"You better fuck that slut of your until she can't walk, tonight. Cause it'll be the last you'll ever get, after I'm done with you." Karofsky yelled, as Coach Beiste let him down the hall, sending Finn into another rage outburst.
"Don't you fucking talk about her like that, ever. Don't ever talk about her, don't even fucking look at her, or I'll fucking kill you! You got that, I'm gonna crack your fucking skull! You hear me!" Finn yelled after him, in returne Karofsky held up his middelfinger at him, just as he and Coach Beiste dissapeared down another hallway. "You're a fucking coward, Karofsky." Finn yelled, he began hitting the locker next to him, with his free arm. The loud bangs echoing in the hallway, again and again.
"Finn." Mr. Schue called, panic in his voice. Finn began struggling to get out of the grip he had on him.
"Get back here Karofsky, let's settle this right now. Do you hear me, you fucking coward." He yelled, as he continued hitting the lockers, banging his head against the locker to, as he continued yelling unhearable words, most of them curse words.
"Rachel, call you Dad and get him down here right now." Mr. Schuester turned to look at her, panic in his voice, as she dug out her phone. Finn was still hitting the locker, banging his head against it, as he screamed and yelled something else she didn't understand either, most of it anger growls. Tears began streaming down her face, as she typed in her Dad's number and pressed call.
"All right that's enough. Everyone back to classes." Mr. Schuester said, and the hallway started to empty out. Everyone going back to their classes.
"Rachel?" Her Dad said, as he picked up, but Rachel just let out a huge sob. "Rachel, is everything okay? What's arong?" Her Dad asked, unable to form words Rachel handed over her phone to Mr. Schue, who quickly took it. Struggling to hold both that, and Finn.
"Hiram, you have to come to the school. Right now." He said, the panic in his voice forcing another sob from her throat, as Kurt ran small circles on her back. Struggling to keep his own emotions in place to. What they had just witnessed, had by far been the most scaring thing to ever happen to Rachel. She felt so helpless. "Okay, I'll see you there." Mr. Schue said and handed the phone back to Rachel. "Okay, Finn, listen to me? Finn listen." He said, his voice a little raised but other than that it was completely calm. And Rachel though of what her Dad had said, 'if you're calm he's calm'. Finn had zero reaction, instead he got out of his grip and pushed Mr. Schue of him, hard.
"Finn!" Rachel screamed, she instantly regretted it. But she just had to say something, she had to do something. She was so scared, she had never seen Finn like that. Finn immideately stopped and stared at her. Tears in his eyes, as he took a step backwards. Never breaking eye contact with her. When he finally did, he looked down at his hands then over at Mr. Schuester, like he'd just had an out of body experience, and the past events were just coming back to him.
He looked between Rachel and Mr. Schue, hyperventilating. Then stormed off, down the halls. Mr. Schue ran after him, but Rachel just stood back. Shocked, unsure of what to do, or say, or think. It wasn't until Kurt touched her arm, that she took her eyes of the place where Finn had just been.
"Rachel go after him." He said, and she turned around facing him. Looking at him like he was insane, had they just witnessed the same fight?
"Kurt's right Rachel. You said you would help him, he needs you right now." Quinn said, and Rachel knew she was right. She had just promised Finn that she would help him, not 10 minutes ago. She nodded a few times, then took of in the same direction as Finn and Mr. Schue.
She found them at the parking lot. Finn was sitting against a car, hyperventilating. His legs rubbing up and down the asphalt. Starting at the bend of the knee, the ball of his feet being running against the asphalt until it was completely streched out. Then back to the knee and down again, the rubbing fitting his quick breathing. While his hands where fisted together, and ran up and down his legs. His entire body looked tension, like it was about to burst at any moment. Mr. Schue was sitting next to him, talking. But Finn had this distance look in his eyes, that made Rachel think he wasn't hearing it.
As the main entrance door behind her closed, and she started walking to them. A car pulled up the parkinglot, speeding. It was her Dad's car. He drove all the way up next to the car Finn was sitting against, stopping arubtly and getting out without turning the car off. So unlike the same Dad, who needed an empty parking space on both sides and in front of him, to park his car. Her Dad got out the car and ran to Finn, and so did Rachel.
"Finn?" Her Dad asked, getting down on his knees and sat in front of Finn. "Finn, it's okay, it's Hiram. Dr. Berry, Doc?" He said, smiling at Finn. Rachel slowly walked towards them, waiting for her Dad to tell her not to come. But instead he looked up and smiled at her, encouraging her to come closer, and she did. Sitting down next to Finn. "Finn, I know you can hear me." He tried again. It wasn't until now that Rachel noticed the tears running down his cheeks. Her Dad must have noticed them to cause he leaned forward, and wiped them away. "Hey, it's okay. I'm here now." He said, placing a hand on Finn's face.
Very slowly Finn looked up at him.
"Why did you yell at me?" He asked, his voice so broken it made tears appear in Rachel's eyes again. "You yelled at me. You've never yelled at me."
"I know, Finn. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have...I should't...I'm so sorry." Her Dad said, tears appearing in his eyes too. Rachel could only begin to imagine how this must feel for him, to see how his loss of control was hurting Finn. "Finn, I'm so sorry. It was wrong of me. I shouldn't have done it, and I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."
It took a second for Finn to react, and Rachel could almost hear her father holding his breath, while waiting for his sentence. After a few seconds Finn nodded, and her Dad let out the breath Rachel knew he was holding.
"Thank you." He said, truthfully.
"Are you mad at me?" Finn asked. Sounding so hurt, Rachel could litterally feel her heart break into a thousand pieces. That was probably why he hadn't shown up to his appointment, or returned any of his calls. He probably thought he was calling to cancel their meeting, or tell him to stay away from his daughter. But her father quickly wiped away whatever feard Finn might have had.
"No, of course not. Yes, you should have had Rachel home bu curfew, but you guys are young. You're 18, you're suppose to break the rules." He said, chuckling, making Rachel and Mr. Schue chuckle too, but Finn didn't. "But I'm not mad at you. I just lost my temper, kind of like you do. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna be mad at you forever, in fact I've already forgiven you." He said, sitting down on his butt at the asphalt. Rachel did the same time, as her legs were screaming at her for blood. Finn took a deep breath, trying to calm his hyperventilation down, but without luck. "Hey, it's okay. Just breathe." Her Dad said, putting a hand on Finn's shoulder, Finn took another deep breath but still without luck. "Here." Her Dad said, pulling Rachel a little closer, he took her hand and placed it over Finn's heart. Then he took Finn's hand and placed it on Rachel's stomach. Rachel could feel his quick heartbeath, clearly under his shirt. "This is what we practiced, remember? When Rachel breathes in, you breathe in. When she breathes out, you breathes out. Okay?" He asked, and Finn nodded.
Rachel finally understood what her Dad was doing, and took deep steady breaths, until she could feel Finn's breathing slow down. When his breathing had slowed down, she placed her free hand on his leg, and he stopped moving it. His other leg stopped after a few seconds, too.
"Finn what happened?" Her Dad asked, Finn's body instantly tensed again, his legs starting to move into their old rythm. Rachel ran her thumb back and forth over his jeans, trying to get him to relax again.
"He got into a fight with David Karofsky." Mr. Schue said.
"Karofsky?" Rachel's Dad asked, his tone not happy with the sound of that name. "Why? What happened?" He asked, but Finn still didn't answer. Instead his gaze was solely focused on something on the wall behind her Dad.
"I don't know, I didn't see it start." Mr. Schue said, and Rachel remembered why Finn had gotten into the fight. He was protecting her, she felt a warm feeling run through her body at the thought of what he'd just done for her. She needed to tell her Dad that, she couldn't have him think it was Fin's fault.
"Karofsky pushed me, Kurt and Quinn into the lockers. And Finn was just standing up for us. He was just trying to protect me." She said, and she felt Finn's eyes move from the wall to her. His fingers gently touching the tip of hers, on the hand on his leg. She dropped her eyes, to watch their fingers.
"What?" Her Dad asked, getting a little worked up himself, over the thought of someone pushing his daughter into lockers. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I hurt my hand a little, but it's fine. That nose isn't, though." Rachel said, pointing towards Finn's nose, which was still bleeding. Not as much as earlier, but there was still blood running out of it now and then. Blood that was already dry, covering his lips and around his nose.
"Who is this Karosky kid, and why hasn't anything been done?" Her Dad asked Mr. Schue, voice slightly raised.
"I'll go talk to Figgins about it. Thanks for coming, I didn't know what to do." Mr. Schue said, as he got up.
"You're welcome. And thanks for calling me." Her Dad said, as he shook hands with Mr. Schue. "I'm taking Finn and Rachel home with me."
"Yeah, sure. Rachel I'll see you tomorrow for Glee. And Finn, please stop by my office." And with that Mr. Schue left. Leaving Hiram alone with the kids.
"Finn I need to know exactly what happened with Karofsky? Okay?" Her Dad said, looking between her and Finn. Finn however looked at Rachel, she looked down to see their faces right next to each other. She hadn't even though about how close they were until that moment. Slowly he moved his hand, until his fingers were interwined with hers.
"I'm sorry." He said, and Rachel could see her Dad raising an eyebrow in confusion, at the corner of her eye.
"It's okay, it's not your fault. Karofsky's just being mean." She said, smiling at him.
"No one should talk to you like that." Finn said, looking at her lips. Rachel couldn't ehlp but laugh at that.
"After today, I don't think they will." She said, chuckling, and Finn let out a small chuckle himself.
"Good." Finn said, after a minute, completely serious. "I know I lost my temper, it's just when he started talking about you like that, I just...I lost it." Finn said, like he was apologizing to her.
"It's okay Finn. You don't have to apologize for anything. Karofsky's the one who started it." She said, placing her hand on his cheek, and giving him a reasurring smile. Rachel turned her attention towards her Dad, then. "Can we go home now I really have to pee." She said, making both her Dad and Finn laugh.
"Yeah, I kinda wanna go to. This blood is really itching, and I can barely move my face. Also I'm pretty sure there's something wrong with my eye." Finn said, and her Dad started laughing again.
"Sure. Let's get you crazy kids home." He said, getting up and taking Rachel's hand. Helping her up. "But I wanna talk about this Finn, I need to know exactly what happened." Her Dad said, giving Finn a serious look, as he held out a hand for him to. Helping him up.
The car ride back to the house was spent in silence, well except for her Dad's singing. The whole ride actually went with that, he was singing along to Bust A Move, while her and Finn tried not to laugh.
When they returned home they were greeted by her Papa, with a very confused look on his face. As he greeted his husband and daughter home, way earlier than they were supposed to.
And with a bleeding Finn Hudson.
A/N: I wasn't planning on updating this so soon, but I had a bad day. And well this, Modern Family and Glee is kinda my coping mechanism. So god bless the awfullness of being 16. :)
Also thank you to everyone to favorited, followed and reviewed to this story, it means the world to me. You guys are awesome.
Hope you liked the new chapter. Once again it's 5.34 in the morning, so I'm not gonna read it over but I will. And I might edit some of it, once I do. I'm not a 100 percent saitisfied with the fight scene. Any how, hope you enjoyed it and please let me know what you think.
Also has anyone figured out what's 'behind' Finn's bipolar. I've been dropping a few hints, don't think there's enought to figure it all out, but I'm curious if someone's onto something. :)