Author's Note: Here it is. The moment you've all been waiting for. Sorry it's up so late, I got sidetracked by Sherlock(if you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it). I cannot guarantee this will be finished by tomorrow. Working overnights tends to make me even lazier. But it might happen. Thank you for all the favorites, follows, and reviews! They really do keep me moving. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Rachel could hardly believe what she was seeing. It had been so long. But there he was, smirk and all. She glanced over at Brody, and for the first time since this whole ordeal begin, he looked terrified.

"How did you get in here?"

"I wish I could give you some detailed story about how I had to jimmy open a window, but sadly Mr. Weston, you left the door unlocked. This may be my first foray into witnessing a crime, but you are terrible at this."

Brody couldn't seem to find the words, instead clenching is fist tighter in both anger and embarrassment. Rachel still sat on the floor, still in shock from the events of the last few hours. Of all the people to come to her rescue, she really never thought it would be him. Or at least she assumed he was here to save her.

A phone echoed off the basement walls. The new occupant held to his ear, arguing with whoever was on the other end. After a hushed conversation the phone was placed back into his pocket.

"Who were you talking to? Are you working with Brody?"

He laughed clearly amused.

"Working with Brody? Hell no. I barely know the guy. Plus I'm here to get you out of this basement."

"Like hell you are."

"Come on, Brody, really? Must we fight about this?"

"You can't have her. I need her to get what I want."

"Well, then, let's get this over with."

"This should be easy, there's only one of you."

"Correction, that would be three."

"Kurt! Blaine!"

"Sorry we took so long, Kurt here, thought waiting was a good idea. Clearly we've come just in time."

"Forgive me if I wanted to get in the right frame of mind."

"Frame of mind? Come on-"

"Boys! Are we here to kick this guy's ass and get Rachel out or not?"

Both nodded sheepishly.

"Good, now that that's settled, let's begin."

Rachel watched as fists started to fly, she wasn't one to include herself in such brawls. But there comes a time when a lady must put all politeness aside and kick some ass. She was in clear shot of Brody and looking towards Kurt she managed to catch his eye, mouthing, "Give me the bat!"

It landed safely into her awaiting palms, Brody was too preoccupied to notice her presence behind him. Steadying herself, she swung once. The bat hit nothing but air. Preparing herself again, she remembered when Finn had taken her to the batting cages. Feet apart, shoulders set, watch the ball, and…swing. A loud crack was heard and the bat vibrated in her hands.

"Damn. I didn't know she had it in her."

"Thanks for the faith. Now can we get out of here, before he wakes up!"

The four of them scampered up the stairs, feeling their way through the darkened kitchen and out the back door. Breathing fresh air for the first time in hours awakened Rachel's mind. Questions starting popping up in her head, and the need to speak became unbearable the moment she saw the truck.

"Wh-why is that here?"

"I'll explain once we get on the road, just come on! Who knows how long until Brody finds out you're gone!"

She followed him into the truck, a place that held so much. Her hands ran along the seat, feeling the cool leather underneath her finger tips. The smell of him somehow still lingered in every crevice, almost as if he still drove it.

They were on the road within seconds, Kurt and Blaine following behind them.

"Where are we going?"

"I can't tell you specifics, but just know you'll be safe there."

Silence ensued, which is always easier in the dark. Daylight makes everything more real, darkness hides it until morning. She fell asleep, head against the window, comforted only by the body of the truck around her.


A hand rustled her shoulder, the brightness of morning causing her to squint.

"Come Rachel, we're here."

They were parked in front of an apartment building. She was back in the city, which would explain the appearance of morning. Being back in New York felt like maybe everything was ending, Brody gone, cased closed.

"Wait. Just before we go wherever we're going. Can I ask you something?"

"I guess we can spare a few minutes. Ask away."

Despite the number of questions gnawing at her brain she wasn't quite sure where to start. So she begin with the one she had asked at the house.

"Why, do you have this truck?"

"I borrowed it. That's all you need to know."

"Okay fine. How is it that you're the one rescuing me? We basically cut ties with each other. It seems a bit odd to me."

He was quiet then, biting his lip as if to force a secret from emerging.

"Let's just say I was contacted by an anonymous source. In the beginning it was strictly text messages. Because I didn't know who it was I told them no and to stay away. Then the calls started coming. Begging me to consider. And to be honest, at first, I was hesitant. But then I did some research and some part of me said, You can't say no. Blaine joined forces with me, soon after. Apparently Kurt was part of the deal as well. So we took turns watching both Brody and Kurt. Our informant said you were safe, as long as we kept a close watch on Brody. Needless to say, we weren't counting on you to contact him."

"So did you ever find out who it was?"

"Actually that's why we're here. Our informant would like to meet with you."


He'd been locked up in this apartment for months. Waiting. This had almost become impossible given his lack of patience, well regarding her. How anyone in their life could become a hermit, he really didn't understand, it was lonely. Thank God for the Internet. It was the only thing connecting him to the outside world, granted he'd taken a few chances, usually once a week, at night, when people on sidewalks stumbled out of bars, too drunk to care who he was. This was when he would watch her, make sure she was safe. That was all going to end now.

After the numerous text messages and phone calls, they'd finally found a reason to nab Brody. She might never forgive him, but it was better this way, she would see that in the end. And if she didn't? Well, he could sleep better at night knowing he had succeeded in protecting her. It was promise he would keep for the rest of his life.

The sounds of a truck going down the street, caused him to sit up straight.

They were here.


Rachel loved the building from the moment she saw the red door. It was bright, welcoming, it said home. She felt that feeling people get when they spend months searching for houses and finally get the feeling they've been waiting for.

As the door was unlocked she became slightly nervous, the kind that made her want to bounce on her heels and shake her body out.

They walk up to the fifth floor, she really likes that there's no elevator.

Soon they're standing in front of apartment 5B. Kurt and Blaine remain behind her, while their fourth companion knocks.

She can hear the shuffling coming from inside the room, and then a pause. Whoever is behind that door is taking a moment to regain composure. Fingers through the hair, shirt tugged at.

Click.

The door for apartment 5B gently opens. At first she doesn't see the occupant, only hears a voice.

"Jesse."

She almost collapses the moment she recognizes the voice. But she won't let herself believe it until she see's who's in that apartment.

Ever so slowly, she inches her way in front of Blaine, praying for so many things at once. Either it's who she hopes it is, or not at all.

Finally in front of the door way, she looks up. He hasn't shaved in a day or two and is hair has grown out a bit, but it's him.

"Hey, Rach."

"Is it really you?"

"Yeah, it's me. I'm sorry this took so long, but someone did try to murder me."

All at once she's laughing and crying at the same time. And she doesn't care if it's cliché, because he's real. Part of her might be completely furious with him, but somehow that all goes out the window the moment her arms are around him.

Her face is in his shoulder and his hand in her hair. And all she can't get out between sobs is,

"Finn."

AN/2: Of course Finn's alive. There's no way I could kill him. I betting you figured it out halfway through, despite my efforts. Hope you liked it! I decided it would be more fun to try and reveal them both at the same time. Not sure if I succeeded. More to come! Stay tuned!