Chapter Seven

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Go away." Rachel groans from under the covers.

"Rachel? It's Emma." She's hears Mrs. Schuester's soft voice from the other side of her door, "Can I come in?"

Rachel uncovered her head and wiped her eyes before getting out of bed, "One second, Em." She called and threw on her robe and tried to fix her hair quickly before opening the door. "Hey, come in." She feigned a smile.

Emma walked in awkwardly, trying her hardest not to touch anything, "Rachel…" She let out a faint whisper.

"I know," Rachel giggled, "It's a little bit of a mess. I haven't really had a chance to clean or anything the last week or so."

Emma nodded, her red hair back in a tight bun and her face soft with empathy, "Rachel, I'm here because, well because, to be honest with you… a couple of people have asked I check on you."

Rachel lifted her eyebrow, "And who would that be?"

"Well first of all, Will. Who said you've only been in the club to sing and go straight upstairs. Artie told me you've been trying to sneak bottles up to your room."

Rachel's mouth dropped, "I haven't be-"

Emma pointed behind Rachel at the trash, full of empty unmarked bottles, "Santana said you won't speak to her…"

Rachel rolled her eyes, "I guess I don't want to be friends with someone like her anymore."

"And what type of person would that be?" Emma asked smoothly.

Rachel cringed, "A double-crossing skank who spoon's with any guy who comes around."

Emma nodded slowly, her lips tight, "I see. Well, she's worried about you. So is Sam." Rachel rolled her eyes again, "And Finn."

Rachel shook her head, "Don't even get me started on that scum." She growled. "He's a smooth criminal, I think he has a lump of coal where his heart should be."

Emma's laughed nervously, "Okay, Rachel, we both know that's not correct. He's a good guy."

"Good?" She spat quickly, "He slept with that skank dyke of a-"

"RACHEL!" Emma gasped, "You don't mean that."

Rachel's face crumbled and tears fell down her face, "I don't. I don't mean it. I have always loved Santana." She sniffles, "But I'm just so angry. I've never been so mad. She slept with Finn, and h-he has a family back in Ohio. A wife and kids." She wiped her quick hot tears, "And he made me believe he was actually into me. That I was special, I really believed…" She looked down at her hands in defeat, "It just hurts Emma."

Emma nodded and put her arm around Rachel, kissing her forehead, "I'm sorry sweetie." She rocked back and forth and Rachel collapsed into her side, "But you are Rachel Berry." She told her, "And you are going to get through this. I promise. You're the strongest person I know."

"Then why di-did I le-let them walk all over me? Why do I feel like this?" Rachel cried. Emma put her finger under Rachel's chin and made her look up at her, "What?" Rachel wiped her eyes softly.

Emma gave her a sad look and helped her wipe her tears, knowing she would have to wash her hands for five minutes later to get the germs off, "Rachel, people will hurt you. And somewhere down the line you've got to realize that the only person you can count on is yourself. Protect your heart."

Rachel nodded, "I've learned my lesson." She whimpered and nodded, "Thank you, Em."


Finn sat at the bar with his whiskey in hand, Santana next to him, just sitting, just drinking. "Have you talked to her at all?" Finn finally asks.

Santana shook her head, "She has efficiently ignored me for nine days." She sighed and sipped on her drink, "What about you?"

"She hasn't talked to me. But I noticed Sam had a tie on his door last night. I can't only assume it was Rachel shacking up with him." Finn frowned deeply. "I hate this place."

Santana nodded, "Tell me about it." She put her drink down, "And to make it worse I am getting blamed for doing something I haven't done. Why did you have to tell her we slept together."

"I did no such thing." Finn argued.

"Says you." Santana scoffed, "If you had at least given me the cash I wouldn't be so upset about doing the time."

"I'm not sleeping with you." Finn rolled his eyes. "It didn't work out that night because I just can't have a one night stand with someone I'm not into."

Santana turned in her seat, "Are you sure you're not a dame?" She spit at him, "It's just sex."

Finn shook his head, "I don't care, it just didn't feel right."

Will's voice broke their conversation as he introduced Rachel, she walked on stage looking down at her feet before taking the microphone and her voice hit Finn's ears and it felt like a gun shot. Her velvety voice engulfed him and it hurt more than anything. He lost himself in her voice as she looked up and locked eyes with him. He felt his heart swell for a moment until she looked to his side, seeing Santana. Her face looked like she was in pain and she quickly looked away, continuing the song and avoiding Finn's eye line like the plague.

Finn sighed and met Santana's eyes, "It's quite unfortunate that her little crush on you has ruined our relationship." Santana said with a glare, "She won't even talk to me. Now, she won't look at me."

"Oh dry up, Santana." Finn heard Quinn's voice to the side, "You knew she was into him."

Santana's eyes drilled holes in Quinn's forehead, "How was I supposed to know, Quinn? She left with Sam."

Finn nodded, "Exactly, I thought she was over and done with me."

"Only because…" Quinn trailed off before looking behind her, "Only because of your wife." Quinn seethed.

"Excuse me?" Finn's voice was high and his face shocked.

Santana smacked his arm, "You're married?" She barked. "You scum."

Finn shook his head furiously, "what are you two talking about? I don't have a ball and chain."

Quinn lifted her eyebrow, obviously suspious of Finn, "Not what I heard, I heard you're sending money back to your wife and kids."

"Kids?" Santana squealed, "You have kids? This is just…"

Finn shook his head again, "Listen, I don't know who the fuck told you that but-"

Before Finn got a chance to finish his sentence, the joint was in full chaos. Finn's head snapped to the door where he saw a man in black with a gun. "It's the bull." Finn grabbed Santana and Quinn and began pushing them towards the back, "Run!" He growled.

His eyes found Rachel's who had dropped her microphone and a police man was approaching her. He grabbed his glass and threw it behind the man to distract him and ran towards Rachel, grabbing her. She didn't fight him, she just whimpered at the contact and Finn pulled her behind the stage. He pulled her into a supply closet and listened to the commotion, "What's happening?" Rachel asked, fear drowning her voice.

"We've been busted." Finn said after letting out a shaky breath. "They aren't going to be able to get all of us, I'm going to get you out of here."

Rachel shook her head, "No, no." She refused, "I can do it myself." She stomped her foot and Finn tried to hold back a laugh.

"Listen, we don't have time for pride. You have to trust me."

"Easier said than done." Rachel snapped but their eyes met and she finally nodded.

Finn's hand brushed her face sweetly, "Okay, be really quite."

Rachel nodded, "I will."

Finn gulped and looked out the door, "Promise me, doll. Promise me you'll be quite."

"I promise." Rachel breathed and Finn took her face in his hands, "I trust you."

Finn leaned down and kissed her forehead, and then down to her nose, before bringing his lips to hers. Just once. Sweetly. Silently. And Rachel didn't stop him, "Let's go."

Finn looked out the door again and didn't see any sign on the cops, he gripped Rachel's hand tightly and pulled her behind him as they walked out into the back stage once again, the air crowded with yelling. He felt around the wall for the door, he grabbed the door handle and opened it.

He hadn't expected the creak and once it happened, he cringed. He pulled Rachel out the door quickly and began running towards the edge of the water. There were cops everywhere and it became apparent that he would not be able to just run out of way. He stopped at the car in front of him, putting his jacket around Rachel and she looked up at him with terrified eyes.

"We were going to a movie." He directs and it didn't take her long to figure out what he meant.

She nodded and put on her best fake smile, thank God for her fantastic acting skills. "Darling, do you have the keys." Finn asked loudly.

"No, sweetie. Did you leave them in the theatre?" Rachel asked before looking around her, "What is happening, baby?" She asked with a shock on her face.

"Excuse me. Sir, Ma'am." A fully dressed cop approached them, "What are you-"

"What is happening, sir?" Rachel asked with a fear apparent in her face, "We came out of the movie, and-"

"This is a bust. You need to make yourself scatter and quick." He directed. "There was a speakeasy below that theatre, ma'am."

Rachel feigned a gasp and Finn put his arm around her protectively, "That is terrible." Finn said seriously, "We'll get out of your way."

The cop nodded to them and began walking towards the building, Finn grabbed Rachel's hands and heard her name being called. "Rachel."

They turned to see Quinn calling to her from the custody of a police man and the recognition in the cop that had just let them walk came next. Finn gripped Rachel's hand and began to run, the cop heavy on their heels.

Finn ran towards the docks. Rachel right behind him and the cop screaming after them. Finn zig zagged through the cars and finally ducked behind a large car, bringing Rachel down with him and putting his finger to her lips telling her to be quite. She nodded and silenced her breath. They listened for footsteps, and their breathing halted as they listened. Rachel's heart beating so hard she could hear it in her ears.

Finn waited for a while before peeking to the side of the car, making sure the coast was clear and once it was, he nodded to Rachel, gave her his half grin and she felt herself relax. "Let's go."

They creeped around the vehicles before getting to the dock, Finn pointed to a small boat at the end of the dock, "Once we get there, we're home free." He promised and patted her back, "So how about we run? Okay?"

Rachel took a breath and nodded, "Don't let go of my hand." She requested, her voice strained.

"I'm not letting you go, Rach. I promise."

Rachel and Finn gripped each other's hands, interlacing their fingers and they ran.


A/N: Hope you liked the chapter, only a couple more left. A Big shout out to the readers and more then that to Kerry (queenfinchel) my beta/the girl who came up with this story as well as the outline for it. She's my inspiration.

Please review and let me know what you're thinking. :)