Sorry guys for the long update. I have been faced with laziness after my finals ended. I don't know if you guys liked the Finn/Quinn pairing I did last chapter, but I just did for the heck of it after hearing about the Superbowl spoilers. Hope you guys like this chapter. It is shorter than my previous chapters, but it is meant to be a filler. Enjoy!
Broken
It was starting to rain heavily by the time Rachel Berry approached the market. She had already decided on how to end her life, but as she was making her way into the store, a heavy hand grabbed her from the shoulder and spun her around. Rachel felt her knees tremble and about to give out when she saw who it was.
"Rachel Berry, what the hell are you thinking?" Will yelled loudly to her face.
Rachel didn't know what she was feeling at the moment. It was like a state of depression, confusion, and shame. She didn't know how to respond to Will. Her mouth whimpered as she burst into tears. She stood there, longing for a human touch, something that could bring her back to reality again. When Will stepped forward to wrap his jacket around her and gave her a hug, it was at that moment that she knew what she was feeling at the moment. When she looked at Will's eyes, she felt a sense of comfort and she knew she was loved. That was the only thing found Will's firm arms.
As Will stood there holding Rachel in his arms, he felt his soul becoming even more peaceful. It was just right. He would vow to not to let anything happen to her again. Even as the water began to pour heavier from the sky, both Rachel and Will held each other in an embrace, tighter and tighter as the moments pass until Will came back to reality.
"Ahem," Will coughed. "Come on, Rachel. Let's go home," Will said as he led her to his car, his arms still wrapped around her shoulders. He opened the door to the passenger side and gently nudged her into the seat. Will then ran around to the driver's side and started up the engine. He turned the heat up. Even though the car had many faults, thank goodness the heat worked, Will thought. The both of them looked at each other, noticing the other in their water drenched clothes. Both Will and Rachel were unfortunate to wear clothes that were not prepared for the spontaneous heavy rain that day. Will's white dress shirt was soaked, revealing his toned chest. Rachel was wearing a pink blouse that didn't do much to hide the black undergarments beneath. The both of them realize their half-nakedness and quickly turned red in their face.
"I have to do something quick," Will thought.
Will looked toward the backseat and grabbed his jacket. Instead of wearing it himself to avoid more eye staring of his body, Will handed the jacket to Rachel.
"Here you go," Will said, "you don't want to catch a cold you know."
Rachel held the jacket and wrapped it around herself, using the jacket to cover her breasts.
"Thanks, Mr. Schuester," Rachel replied.
When Will started the engine, Rachel darted her head to her side of the window. She didn't want to look at Will again because she didn't want another confrontation of any kind, whether it is about her suicidal tendencies or about her feelings for Will.
As Rachel turned her head to the right, Will thought he saw a faint smile forming at the corner of her mouth. Will felt a smile forming in his own while he pulled out his phone to dial Puck's number. After a conversation with Puck telling him that Rachel was okay, he quickly dialed Finn to tell him the news. By the sound of things, Finn was very excited and informed Will that he will head straight to Rachel's house right away.
"Thank God," Will thought after he placed his phone in his pocket, "I don't think I could handle Rachel for tonight." He began to look at the sky and noticed the retreating light paving the way for dusk. Will didn't know, though, that by the end of the night, he would be the only one to be with Rachel.
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Finn knew it was a bad idea to go with Quinn to her house, but he knew he had no choice. The road leading back to central Lima was blocked off. Finn decided that he would write a stern letter to the district representative after this, but he chuckled a bit when he realized he didn't know who his representative was or anyone in the local government for that matter.
Finn thought, "Rachel would've been good for at this stuff." He suddenly frowned thinking about his former girlfriend. Sure she was safe now that Mr. Schue found her, but he wanted to make sure. He tried calling her phone several times after talking to Mr. Schue, but she wouldn't pick up. This caused him to become even more anxious.
The rain still hadn't let up. The constant onslaught of the rain made Finn's vision of the road become even worse, but luckily, Finn found Quinn's house all right. He turned into Quinn's driveway and was relieved to see Mrs. (well Ms.) Judy Fabray's, Quinn's mother, car in the driveway. At least both Quinn and Finn wouldn't be alone at the house. He wasn't planning on staying overnight either, but the storm outside reminded him that he had no way to get back home or to Rachel anytime soon. As Quinn turned to open the door of Finn's car, Finn found himself eyeing her. He didn't want to, but he couldn't deny still having feelings for her.
"No," Finn decided to himself, "You have to make things right with Rachel now. You and Quinn can never be an item anymore." Yet in the back of his mind, doubt began to sink in. He inhaled deeply as Quinn turned the door knob to her house.
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"Come on, S. It's getting late. Let's go," a male voice said as he reached his hand out to Santana's quiet figure on the ground in front of her locker. Her knees were up to her chest and her face was buried in it. The note that Rachel wrote broke her heart, even to the point where she lost all sense of time.
Santana looked up to see who it was. Though her eyes were still puffy, she could still make out a mohawk on the guy's hair. Puck.
Santana quickly buried herself again in her knees and replied with a stuffy nose, "Leave me alone, Puck." Santana felt that she should be alone at the moment. She didn't deserve any sympathy for the actions that have been committed. It wasn't even worthy of pity. Puck ignored her request and sat down beside her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her body towards him and gave her a hug.
"Will it make you feel better to know that Rachel's been found? She's safe" Puck whispered to her. Santana suddenly perked up and looked at Puck.
"She's been found?"
Puck nodded and said, "Yep. Now let's get out of her Santana. It's getting late. Come on, I'll take you home."
Santana smiled at Puck and wiped her eyes quickly. Puck stood up and pulled her along with him. They quickly ran out to Puck's car because of the heavy rain. Puck, to Santana's surprise, opened the door for Santana to let her get in. It was strange, but it made Santana wondered a lot of things. She really needed to change. First was to stop making fun of Rachel, but more importantly, the next was to stop using Puck as her personal boy toy. Rachel made her realize that Santana was in fact looking for a stable relationship. She only used other guys to mask her true emotions, but inside, she longed for an actual boyfriend in a meaningful relationship. Now that Puck was becoming a gentleman of some sort, Santana smiled at the thought of being in a meaningful relationship (not just sexual relationship) with Puck. She couldn't stop smiling at this fact, even to the point when Puck got into his car, the first thing he noticed was her smile.
"What's going on?" Puck asked.
"Nothing," Santana answered back rather sweetly.
"Ok." Puck grinned with her as he started his car engine.
"Time to make things right," Santana thought.
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"I love this song. Don't you?" Will asked Rachel, hoping to break the awkward silence in the car. Rachel didn't reply to his question. "Smile", the Michael Jackson version of the Charlie Chaplin song, was playing on the radio. Will knew the lyrics to the song were meaningful and he hoped Rachel was listening to it. To emphasize on the point, Will couldn't help but sing along with the song.
Smile, though your heart is aching If you smile Light up your face with gladness Smile, though your heart is aching If you smile That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...
With your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just...
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just...
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by...
Through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile...
Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile
To Will's surprise, Rachel bursted into tears again.
"I regret it, Mr. Schuester. So much," Rachel bawled. Will turned off the radio and continued to let Rachel mutter to herself. Will reached over and gripped her shoulder, hopefully to let her know that someone was still there for her. Rachel reciprocated and placed her hand on top of Will's hand. It was a reflex instinct that caused Will to pull his hand away quickly. Rachel let her hand dropped to her lap and looked down at her skirt to straighten it.
"Um, are your daddies at home?" Will asked in an attempt in hopes of a distraction.
Rachel shook her head and managed to mumble out, "They're on a business trip. They'll be home in two day."
"Shit," Will thought to himself. It worried him that he might have to spend the night with Rachel, but then he remembered that Finn and Quinn were on their way to Rachel's, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, Will's phone vibrated. It was a text message. Will quickly read it.
SORRY MR. S.
ROAD BLOCKED TO LIMA. CAN'T MAKE IT TO RACHEL. TAKE CARE OF HER TONITE PLEASE
-FINN
Will hesitated and read Finn's message over and over again to make sure he was reading it right. Will started to panic. There must be someone else. Perhaps Tina, Mercedes, or even Kurt could watch Rachel tonight. To Will's horror as he was flipping through his contact list, the battery to his phone died out, leaving only a blank screen.
"Work, you stupid thing!" Will shouted as he pressed every button on his phone, hoping that it will turn on. It was useless.
"Is something wrong, Mr. Schue?" Rachel asked with concern in her tone.
"Do you have your phone with you, Rachel?" Will asked back.
Rachel thought for a moment and shook her head. She replied, "I left it in my locker." She paused.
"I didn't want anyone to contact me while I was planning to…" Rachel's face frowned again.
"It's okay Rachel. I'll just use your house phone when we get to your house."
Will had to tell himself not to panic. This was a situation he didn't want to fin himself in.
When Will turned into Rachel's driveway and stepped out of his car, he nearly had a heart attack. The big storm apparently knocked down the phone line in Rachel's neighborhood.
"This can't be happening. Why does God have a sick sense of humor?"
Comment/Review. I enjoy reading them all. The next chapter might be the last installment for this story. I was wondering what kinda pairing would you guys like me to do next. I've done two Rachel/Will stories so far, but do you like others like Quinn/Will, Quinn with anyone, Rachel with Will again or with someone else. I gotta have a creative outlet of some sort lol. Please help on my next idea. Thanks guys. Merry Christmas!