Sam day as Chap # 3...
Rachel glanced at Puck out of the corner of her eye, only to catch him staring at her. Blushing she turned to look at the blonde who was playing with the hem of her dress and glancing not-so-subtlety at Finn every second or so. Rachel herself was trying hard not to look at the tall brunette silently glaring at the floor, a look of complete dread written all over his face. The four of them were sitting in a circle, after Mr. Shue had to practically force them to wander off into their respective groups. Now there were sitting together but in complete and utter gloom, a bubble of bitterness and guilt surrounding them.
"So I propose we make a plan to meet up after school tomorrow at my house. Snacks and beverages will be provided of course. I'm open to any suggestions, granted, they work with Mr. Shue`s theme of Friendship, which subsequently is lacking in our unit at the present time," Rachel, took a deep breath, perhaps to continue rambling and Puck snapped.
"Dude shut your pie hole!" Puck yelled, causing everyone in the room to turn to look at them. Rachel scowled, opening her mouth for a retort. "And I mean that in the nicest way possible," Puck was quick to add. No way was he going to listen to more of Berry's attempts to make the situation less awkward. He was perfectly content to sit there and not have to say a word to FinndouchefaceHudson or his Baby mama. He didn't give a flying fuck about the team's lack of unity, wasn't his fault…well not entirely. It takes two tango, and Quinn had been a more than willing participant.
"Look let's just get this fucking over," Finn said, as he looked anywhere but them. "The sooner this is over I can go back to fucking ignoring you guys."
"That's just it. Mr. Shue wants us to move on, solve the past mistakes. Granted it's a pretty huge thing to get over but I think we can," Rachel retorted, looking at each one of them for a semblance of hope that they would be able to work out their issues. All hope was thwarted when all three of her teammates turned to look at her as if she was demented.
"There is no way in fucking hell I'll ever forgive that piece of shit," Finn shouted, waving a hand towards Puck. "He was my best friend, he was like a brother to me, now he's dead to me."
Rachel could see Puck grimace at the words pouring out of Finn's mouth and absent mindedly placed her hand on his knee, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by Finn, whose fists clinched in anger.
"And you, you're the worst. You were supposed to be in love with me. You're supposed to be with me, not with him," Finn continued, venom lacing his voice. "At least with Quinn it wasn't much of a surprise, let's face it the girls a tease, she was fucking bound to be a little slut. Virgin Queen Quinn, to perfect to let her boyfriend touch her breast but easily spreads her legs for Lima's resident fuck up."
Quinn let out a loud sob, before rushing towards the choir room door. Puck clinched his fists at the sight of the tears falling down his baby mama's face, but resisted the urge to pummel Finn into the ground.
"Finn how could you," Rachel yelled out in outrage, standing in front of the him, her palm making contact with the Finn's cheek. Finn lifted a hand as if to push her back, but Puck rose out of his chair, stepping in between them.
"Don't even Hudson," Puck whispered, watching as Finn's eyes narrowed, anticipating a fight. Mr. Shue cleared his throat from beside them, and Finn turned to look at their audience, noticing the looks of disgust aimed at him by more than one glee member.
Finn's face twisted into a cruel smirk, shrugging his shoulders, "She deserved to know what I think of her."
"You didn't have to do it in such a vindictive manner Finn. This was completely uncalled for," Rachel said quietly from behind Puck, wiping the smirk off Finn's face. "That was simply heartless. Not long ago she was the girl you were in love with, and now you call her a slut."
"I loved Quinn. She was the most important person in my life. I was willing to be a father, give up everything, for her. Now she's just the slut who slept with my best friend and then claimed I was the father of her bastard.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Puck shouted, pushing Finn with such force that he stumbled back against the wall. Finn simply regained his balance and glared defiantly at Puck. Puck moved forward, but felt Rachel grab at his arm, silently telling him to stop.
"Finn, don't do this. Don't be like this. I'm not asking you to forgive her, just don't go out of your way to intentionally hurt Quinn." Rachel pleaded, taking a step in front of Puck. "You aren't this person, you're not cruel."
"Whatever Rachel, the girl kind of deserved it," Mercedes countered from her seat next to Artie. "White boy was simply expressing his inner angst."
Rachel turned to glare at Mercedes, a look of utter hatred crossing her features. "The girl is our friend," Rachel rebuked, placing a hand on her hip. "She doesn't deserve this, no one does."
"Mercedes," Kurt cut in, anger lacing his voice. "Let's not speak of things we know nothing about."
"Why the hell are you two defending her, did you forget she has made your life miserable for the past two years," Mercedes asked, stepping forward. "She made her bed now she gets to lay in it."
"Look Wheezy don't get into this, it has nothing to do with you." Santana spoke up, making her way towards Rachel. "I was part of this and you don't see me turning against Quinn or Puck."
"Don't even try to compare your fuckfest with Puckerman to my relationship with Quinn," Finn said calmly, making his way towards the door. "You have no idea what it feels like, no fucking idea at all."
Rachel knocked lightly against the passenger window of Quinn's white Nissan. She watched as the blonde lifted her head from the steering wheel, tear streaks running down her cheeks. She indicated towards the lock of the car door and the blonde rolled her eyes, but pressed the unlock button. Rachel climbed in and closed the door, noticing the soft music coming from the radio. Smiling slightly, she nudged Quinn and yet again the blonde rolled her eyes, this time a smile gracing her lips.
"You know when we sang that song to you, I meant it with all of my heart. Even though I was in love with your boyfriend at the time and you were my sworn enemy. I still meant every word," Rachel said, staring at the dash. "Still do."
She turned to look at the blonde who was silently crying, her hands clinched around the steering wheel. Rachel placed a hand on one of Quinn's own, triggering a surprising response from Quinn who fell into Rachel's arms, breaking down completely. Rachel wrapped an arm around her, smoothing the blonde's hair with her free hand.
You're not alone
Together we stand
I'll be by your side,
you know I'll take your hand
Rachel sang, as Quinn continued to cry against her shoulder.
When it gets cold
And it feels like the end
There's no place to go
You know I won't give in
No I won't give in
Rachel could feel Quinn mouthing something against her shoulder. Quinn straightened up, and wiped at her eyes, a small smile on her lips as Rachel continued to sing.
Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through,we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
"Why are you being so nice to me?" Quinn asked, causing Rachel to stop singing.
"Because your letting me." Rachel answered, smiling at the blonde, before placing a hand on top of Quinn's. "Because you should know you're not alone."
"But I was horrible to you."
"Yeah you were."
"And yet here we are."
"Seems like it."
"You know what this means?"
"What"
"You get to be my friend."
"So I get a mean friend and a ruined blouse."
"Aren't you lucky?"
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