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He hands her the tea he made for her. He didn't have any tea bags, so he had to run down to his neighbors apartment to get some.
She slowly takes a sip, her eyes staying downward at her dress.
She looks like a mess.
Her hair is frizzing up, now that it's beginning to dry. Her dress is still soaked, but the towel wrapped around her is drying it up. Her eyes are bloodshot, well, he hasn't really seen them, but every time he catches her looking, they are red.
She looks up at him, her eyebrows furrowing.
"What?" he gives her a strange look as she says this. She sighs, setting her tea on the coffee table. "Are you enjoying watching my whole life shatter into pieces?" she has so much hate filling her voice right now, that he honestly doesn't know what to do.
He kind of just sits there as she stares at him, so he shifts uncomfortably before remembering that he has to answer her.
"No! Why would I enjoy that?" He asks in shock, because honestly, he never expected this reaction out of her.
She decides not to answer him, instead focusing on the pictures around the room. He watches her as they land on the picture of him and Santana graduating from college. He coughs lightly, regaining her attention.
"Okay, so can I ask a question?" he asks, timidly of course because she really may rip is throat out.
She sighs. "I suppose." she finally relents.
"Why did you come here?" he finally says, the question floating around his head for quite some time now.
She looks at him, not saying anything. She has such pretty eyes and even though she's been crying, they are still that beautiful brown he remembers.
He just wishes that everything between them wasn't so screwed up. She just had a major break up with her boyfriend and he can't help the fact that it makes him feel happy.
She clears her throat, regaining his attention.
"I can't tell them yet." she says, lowering her head.
"Can't tell who?" he urges.
"Everyone!" she explodes. She's up on her feet now. "I can't tell Quinn or Tina or Mercedes or my dads or anyone! I'm tired of lying and what do you think they'll say when they find out I married a total stranger all because I was stupid and drunk? I'm just not ready to tell everyone.
"And when he kicked me out, I had no idea what to do, but I found that stupid note you gave me with your address on it and next thing I know, I'm standing outside your door, wondering what the hell I've gotten myself into. Then, I knew that there was no where else I could go! What would everyone say if I told them Sam kicked me out? I can't tell them yet, because honestly, I'm still trying to figure everything out myself." the apartment gets eerily silent after she's done yelling and all that can be heard is her heavy breathing and the silent pitter-patter of the rain.
"I'm so sorry." she whispers after a minute. He just smiles sadly at her.
"It's okay. I understand." he replies with, watching as she slowly walks to sit down again.
"I-I just," she takes a deep breath. "I just don't know what I'm going to do." she sounds so vulnerable and for a moment, she looks like a lost child, looking for a place in the world.
"You could start," he looks at her. "by telling me what happened at Sam's." he suggests and she closes her eyes for a moment. She's silent for a very long time after that and he's about to apologize for asking, when she speaks.
"He proposed to me," he looks at her in shock. "He made me dinner and then he proposed." she sniffles lightly and he leans forward.
"What did you say?" she looks up at him, before sighing.
"Well, I may have reacted, rather...um, rashly..."
"Rachel Berry, will you marry me?" her eyes are wide and his smile is so big and she really has no idea what to do.
So, she promptly bursts into tears.
Sam seems shocked by this and he sets the ring down and pulls her into his arms.
"Shh, Ray, shh," he coos at her, rocking back and forth. "What's wrong?" he asks.
"I'm so sorry, Sam. I'm so, so sorry!" she mutters through her tears.
"Shh, babe. What are you sorry about?" She looks up at him and he looks so worried about her.
"I can't marry you, Sam." she simply states, tears running down her face. He looks shocked for a minutes, before coughing lightly.
He stands up, walking towards the kitchen, leaning against the door frame.
"Why?" he voice cracks as he says this and she sniffles again.
She looks down for a moment, trying to get herself to tell him.
"Sam-" she begins.
"Just tell me, Rachel." he snaps at her and she nods.
"I'm already married." she whispers. His face isn't really showing any emotions at all. He just continues to stare at her.
"What do you mean?" he shakes his head, trying to understand.
"Vegas. It happened when I was in Vegas," Sam gets a hurt look on his face. "It meant nothing, Sam. W-we were drunk and I don't know what we were thinking, but it happened and I tried to go get it annulled, but the man said we had to wait six months and-"
"It was that Finn guy, wasn't it? The one you said came with his brother?" he asks and she's a little shocked that he remembers that. Thunder booms outside as she silently shakes her head.
"Yes,"her voice sounds so tiny and vulnerable. Sam is squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head. "It meant nothing, I swear. We were drunk and it was stupid. I wish-" she tries to say.
"Did you sleep with him?" Sam asks abruptly. She stops, staring wide eyed at Sam.
"W-what?" she stammers.
"Dammit, Rachel! Just answer the question!" Sam yells at her and she jumps because Sam has never talked to her like that before.
She whimpers, more tears falling down her face.
"Yes," she whispers out and Sam puts his head in his hands. "I'm so sorry, Sam. It was a stupid mistake and it should have never happened." she gets up, walking over to him. He lifts his head out of his hands and his eyes are red.
He just looks at her, not saying anything at all. She purses her lips, reaching forward to touch his arm. He jerks back, though, his eyes angry.
"Don't touch me." his voice sounds so menacing and she quickly pulls her hand back.
"Sam." she whispers. That's when he explodes.
"How the hell could you do this to me Rachel? Do I mean nothing to you?" he screams.
"You mean everything to me Sam! I love you." she yells back at him. He laughs manically, walking into the living room.
"Yeah, that's exactly why you slept with some guy you barely knew!" He turns quickly on her and she halts where she's at.
"It was a mistake, Sam! Sorry I'm not perfect like you!" she screams at him, surprised that she did.
"You're just jealous of my fame, Rachel! You're angry that I'm someone and you're no one!" he spits out at her. She ignores the pang in her chest as he says that.
"Oh wow! You hit people for a living! How amazing! I guess I should just be lucky to have someone like you!" he walks past her and back into the kitchen.
"Yeah, well, at least I have enough respect for you to not sleep with someone else, even though I've had plenty of women flinging themselves at me!" he shouts at her and she wonders exactly how many time this has happened.
"I do respect you! I made a mistake and accidentally married someone when I was drunk!" she fights back. Sam turns to look at her, shaking his head.
"Yeah, well, that mistake just cost you. We're done." his voice is back to being quiet. Her eyes begin to fill with tears again.
"Sam, please. Let's just work this out." she begs and he just shakes his head.
"Get out." he tells her and she freezes.
"What?" she hopes that he didn't say what she thought he said.
"I said, get out. This is my apartment and I pay for it and I want you out." she gasps.
"Where am I supposed to go?" she whispers, walking towards him.
"I don't know. How about Finn's apartment? I mean, you're married to him." and with that, Sam walks into the spare bedroom, slamming the door shut.
Hot and angry tears roll down her face. Her chest feels like its on fire and she honestly has no idea what she's going to do.
She runs into her bedroom, grabbing her purse and phone and sobbing as she does.
She can barely breath as she runs out of the apartment, having no idea where she's headed.
All she knows is that her life is over and her love is gone.
"And that's how I ended up outside of your apartment." she finishes, wiping at her eyes.
"I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. Maybe we can go early and the guy will afall our marriage." she looks at him funny.
"Do you mean 'annul' our marriage?" and for the first time, he sees her smile.
"Yeah." he replies, his face hot with embarrassment. She lets out a little laugh, but it's not as if she's laughing because its funny.
No, her face is still sad as she laughs again.
Now, her face contorts and her laughter turns into painful gasps for air. Slowly tears roll down her face and she sobs begin to take over.
It literally breaks his heart to see her like this. She looks so broken and in pain.
She slowly brings her hands to her mouth, trying to diminish the sound a little bit.
"What am going to do?" She gasps out. "I don't know what I'm going to do." She manages to choke out as sobs rake her body. He moves quickly to hold her in his arms, letting her clutch onto him.
She keeps repeating 'what am I going to do...' over and over again, like she's a broken record.
And it kills him that he doesn't even know how to answer her.
She stretches just a little bit, but her bones ache in response. Her eyes slowly flutter open, searching for Sam and his warm body. She wonders if he tired her out again the previous night, or if they tired each other out.
But then she remembers that she no longer lives, nor sleeps, with Sam anymore.
Instead, she finds herself laying on a large bed, still in her dress from the previous night. It's all wrinkled and ruined, but she lets it go because she has bigger things to worry about.
She slowly gets up from the bed, making her way to the large mirror placed on the side of the room.
She gasps when she sees herself. Her makeup is completely down her face, almost reaching below her nose. Her eyes are bright red, black surrounding them. She sighs, trying to wipe away at it, but to no avail.
She gives up, turning back to look at the room.
It's plain and simple and she vaguely remembers Finn bringing her in here last night.
She timidly walks over to the small dresser placed near the side of the bed. She opens the top drawer, wrinkling her nose when she met with Finn's underwear drawer. She shuts it quickly, going in the next one.
She's rewarded as she sees several large t-shirts there. Slowly, she pulls out one that says Mckinely Athletics on it. She strips out of her dress, leaving her just in her underwear.
She slips the shirt on and almost laughs when it reaches her knees. Next, she tries to find something she can tie her hair back with.
She's slightly shocked when she finds a hairtye lying on his nightstand. Not really questioning it, she slowly pulls her hair up into a bun.
Satisfied with the way she looks, she opens the bedroom door quietly. She looks through the crack, making sure there is no one there.
When she's positive that there is no one near the door, she opens it fully. She feels strange. Like, she doesn't belong here.
But then again, who really belongs in the household of her new husband that she just met.
She tip-toes to the kitchen, faintly aware of Finn's silent snores on the couch. She looks around in some of the drawers, trying to find the coffee he must keep in the apartment.
Finally, she finds the coffee and begins to make herself a cup. She's not paying attention anymore, so she doesn't realize that the snores have stopped from the other room.
"What are you doing?" And she shrieks, dropping the mug she had in her hand. It shatters on the ground, breaking into several pieces.
"I am so sorry! You scared me and-and-" she sputters out, her eyes beginning to water. She seriously is a screw up sometimes and now she's going to be kicked out.
Again.
Finn must see her about to cry, because he quickly comes to her, avoiding the broken glass.
"It's okay! It was an accident. I know you didn't mean too! I shouldn't have snuck up on you." He frantically begins to clean up the broken glass.
She takes a deep breath, lowering down to help clean up the glass. She doesn't understand why she gets so emotional. It was just a cup, yet she acts like she just killed his dog.
"I'm sorry." She says again, not knowing what else to say. He looks at her, his amber eyes flickering.
"It's okay, Rach." He smiles and she laughs lightly.
She stands up, reaching to get another glass when she hears Finn curse.
"What's wrong?" She asks, kneeling quickly down beside him.
"Oh," he hides away his hand. "It's nothing. Just a cut." He tells her. She sighs, reaching to grab his hand. When she pulls it to look at it, she winces.
His finger is sliced, probably from grabbing the glass. She stands up to grab a paper towel and she places it lightly on his finger.
"I'll finish cleaning up the glass." She tells him and she doesn't allow him to argue.
When she finishes, she smiles slightly at him, taking the paper towel too. It's not deep and, thankfully, the bleeding has stopped.
"I'm, uh, going to take a shower." He finally says, standing up.
"Oh, okay. I can make us breakfast, or something." She offers, but Finn shakes his head.
"I have work, so I'll get something on the way there. Go ahead and make whatever you want, though." And he gives her a smile before walking off to the bathroom.
She leans against the counter, taking a deep breath.
It's going to be a long day.
She's sitting on the couch watching television, some show about the Kardashians, when the front door opens.
Finn's still in the shower, so she doesn't know who is supposed to come over and visit.
The footsteps get closer and soon a man appears in the doorway of the living room. He's very muscular, from what she can see. His hair is shaved into a Mohawk going down the middle if his head. He is very tan and he wears a black shirt and jeans that look like they haven't been washed in months.
She wrinkles her nose at him as he looks at her.
"Hot damn." He says and then she remembers that she's only wearing just a shirt. Her face feels very hot as she continues to look at him.
"Can I help you?" She asks, timidly. The man smirks, raising his eyebrows.
"Yes you can. My bed seems to be broken, maybe you can help me fix it." She scoffs at him as he says that, because honestly, that was the cheesiest thing she's ever heard.
"In your dreams," she tells him. "Who are you? Are you looking for Finn?"
"I'm his room mate, Puck." The man tells her and she feels slightly embarrassed.
"Oh, my name is Rachel. Rachel Berry. I'm Finn's friend." She stresses the word friend a little too much, causing Puck to raise his eyebrows.
"You look really familiar. Like I've seen you before." He says, walking a little more into the room.
"I don't know how, I've never seen you in my life." She tells him and she focuses back on the tv. She doesn't look at him again until he gasps.
"Holy shit. I know who you are. You're that chick from the tv! The one with Sam Evans." Puck exclaims and it feels like a dagger going through her.
"Oh, uh, yeah. We aren't together anymore." She whispers.
Puck doesn't get a chance to respond because Finn makes his presence known.
"Hey Puck, I see you met Rachel." She turns to look at him and she literally has to force herself to keep her mouth closed.
Finn stands before her in nothing but a towel. Little water droplets sparkle on him from the light. His hair is going out in every direction and she watches as some drip into his well-toned stomach. His abs glisten from the water and she unconsciously licks her lips.
"Yeah, we, uh, met, um, just a few, um, minutes ago." She stammers out, her heart beating fast. She doesn't understand why she's acting like this. It's not like she's never seen a man in a towel before.
"Oh, good." Finn says, scratching the top of his head.
"Yeah, she was just telling me about her ex." Puck brings up against and she groans out loud.
"Dude, shut up." Finn hisses and Puck shrugs.
"Sorry, the Puckster says what he wants." She gives him an odd look as he says this.
"The 'Puckster'? You just talked about yourself in third person and used the name the 'Puckster'?" Rachel asks, honestly curious. He shrugs, blowing it off. "What kind of name is Puck anyways." Finn laughs at this.
"It's not his name! It's Noah. Noah Puckerman." Finn is howling with laughter and she can't help the small giggle that escapes her.
"Shut the hell up, man. You know that I don't go by that." Puck remarks.
"I think Noah is a lovely name. You really shouldn't call yourself Puck." She comments and Puck rolls his eyes.
"Don't you have to get to work?" Noah all of a sudden says to Finn.
"Yeah, and so do you!" Finn reminds him. And then Rachel remembers.
Puck is Finns best friend from High School. They both opened a music store together.
"Yeah. So we better get going." Puck says, walking into his own room, she assumes. Finn turns to her and she has to make herself focus on his face.
"Are you going to be okay by yourself?" He asks her tenderly.
"Of course. I will find some way to occupy myself. Go now. You're going to be late." He gives her a crooked smile before going off to his room.
Both him and Puck leave about five minutes later and she's left all alone in the little apartment.
With a sigh, she goes back to Finns room and puts back on her dress.
She knows that Sam's at work, so now would be a good time to go and get her stuff.
"So," Puck begins. "Why was that Rachel girl at our apartment."
"She needs someplace to stay for a little bit." Finn responds shortly. They are currently walking to work and he really hoped that this conversation wouldn't happen.
"Doesn't she have any friends she can stay with. Not that I mind! I mean, she's smoking hot." Finn rolls his eyes at his best friend.
"It's kinda complicated." Finn replies shortly again. Puck sighs, punching Finn on the shoulder.
"Fine. Don't tell me," Puck complains. "But, is there something going on between you two? I mean, she was just wearing a shirt. You're shirt. And when you came out in that towel, I swear she was going to jump you right there." Puck tells him.
A blush grows on his face because he did in fact see her try to control herself.
"There's nothing going on between us. She just broke up with her boyfriend." Finn replies with. Puck shrugs.
"There's weird going on between you guys, I just know." Finn chuckles nervously.
"There's nothing going on between us," he lies. "We're just friends."
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