Okay so I've been writing a lot already and there was enough for another chapter before I go on Friday. Enjoy! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Honestly LaurenKnight13 is to thank for the early posting of this chapter, love her reviews and I love pezberry too, which is why this is getting kind of OOC, but hey it's possible! Right? :) Also I included a little bit from the new promo released yesterday, but obviously it had to get a little changed up! Until April, have a good week guys! Let me know what you think!


Deep breaths Rachel. You are a strong independent determined young woman. With backup just around the corner if need be. Santana could take Finn. I'll be fine. Oh look, he has flowers behind his back. Here goes nothing.

"Hey Rachel, I brought these for you. Sorry about blowing up on you last night, I get that you needed to know if Quinn was okay since you guys are friends now. Kurt says she's going to make it and all, so do you think we could get married today? Or maybe sometime this week? I don't wanna postpone it anymore, I love you. I will always love you. You are my star and you are my everything" he doesn't let me interrupt him while he is going through this speech, that he probably rehearsed a few times at home. I love him. I do. But he isn't right. This all isn't right. And this is what I need to explain to him.

"Finn. First of all, did you really only bring flowers for me, not for Quinn? Your ex girlfriend, fellow glee clubber, now friend, who is currently in surgery caused by a life threatening accident!" he tries to interrupt me now, and just as he did, I don't let him. I need to get through this. "Second, yes, she is alive and going to make it, but she's in surgery right now and is temporarily paralyzed and we don't know when she is going to wake up. But no. No we can't get married today. Or tomorrow, or the next day and so on. I'm sorry Finn. I love you. I do. And I know you love me, but it's not enough. You don't understand waiting for a friend who could've died. You don't understand me putting my college and career in front of you sometimes. And finally you didn't understand that my hesitation was for a reason. It's my fault that I ended up agreeing, and didn't listen to Quinn..." I pause, but as soon as I do, I regret it.

"Quinn this! Quinn that! Since when did you become more interested in the girl who has tortured you for most of high school than in me, the one you can't live without?" I knew this was going to happen, can't really blame him. But truthfully, I sang without you to him before Quinn sang never can say goodbye and had that talk with me.

"Finn, please don't make a scene, did you hear anything I just said? You are not the love of my life, because you don't understand me the way you should for us to be getting married or even consider it! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have seemingly strung you along this far, but I need to start doing what's right for me and achieving my goals along with gaining lifelong friends who will support me through it all, as I will them" This is kind of my cue for Santana to step out and since my back is to her, I hope she caught it. Back up will be needed in 5..4..3..2..1 "Finn, we're over. I'm sorry. I truly am. But We both need to move on and focus on the future" Despite knowing my reasons and sticking to them, I have tears streaming down my face. Part of my still loves him and wishes we'd have worked. But the other part, takes majority, and this love will soon fade to nothing but the memory of a first love now over.

His face is turning a bright shade of red and his hands ball up into fists. I feel a strong hand grip my shoulder and relax, seeing the tan skin of it's latina owner. Let's see him kick something other than a chair now. He's definitely displaying more restraint than I gave him credit for, I expected objects flying, and a possible slap, which Quinn has ironically prepared me for.

"I can't believe you're leaving me for the two girls who used to torture you, and a broadway career you don't even know if you'll ever have!" he screams, but doesn't flee yet. Santana steps beside me and decides it's her turn to talk.

"That's your problem Gigantor, did you not hear, 'USED TO' in that sentence, as in we're cool now, as in a hell of a lot cooler than you two are. And also, another thing, we do know Rachel is going to have a broadway career, and that's why she can't be with you! You only believe in her to an extent, it's obnoxiously ignorant and stupid. Now back off, calm down and leave. You're not welcome here." Really wish Quinn was here now. Santana defending me. It's going to take some getting used to, but I loved it. If only we got close earlier in high school.

Finn kicks a chair "Didn't see that coming" Santana whispers, and he leaves. I turn to Santana and she pulls me in for a hug. "You okay shorty? I know that had to be kind of hard on you, but tell me you don't feel good about it" Shes right. It felt good. Like a very large weight off my shoulders, but also hurt. He was my first love, my first... We had a connection, but like I told him, it wasn't enough.

I wipe my tears away as I pull away from her and thank her for being there for me when I needed someone most, along with saying it did feel good, but telling her also how it hurt. She grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom where I rinse my face and hope even if I look like i'm crying no one knows it's because of Finn. I don't way to take any attention away from what's really important right now. Quinn. No one should care more about my relationship than they do Quinn.

Unfortunately when we arrive back at the waiting area, the whole group is whispering and looks directly at me as soon as we walk in. Okay, short brief explanation, only if prompted. Santana and I walk back to our seats, her glaring at the rest of the group the entire time as I do the opposite, attempting to avoid eye contact. It worked too until I looked up for a split second to see if the adults were talking too and met Kurts eyes.

"How could you do that to him Rachel? You broke up with him! I understand not getting married, but YOU BROKE UP WITH HIM!" Kurt is waving his hands like crazy and now the adults are paying attention. What is it with the Hummel-Hudsons and causing a scene. Really? Oh look Mercedes and a few other people are commenting and agreeing with him... Here it goes.

"Guys, yes I did break up with him, and honestly it was for the best. There are a lot of factors to it and I am not obliged to share them all with you when you yell and gossip rather than just asking politely. It was what I needed to do, and I really hoped you guys would support me, but you know what I also hoped? That you guys wouldn't make a big deal about this right now. I don't know how you all can't but... I can't stop thinking about Quinn" I pause and take a deep breath before continuing, "She is in surgery right now. On an operating table. Hurt. Almost died. She was responding to my text guys, on her way to my wedding, that she told me not to have" my breathing starts going a little crazy and I know that i'm about to cry as I say this next part, "It's not right. I'm so so sorry. It shouldn't be like this" And I break down. Santana is still next to me and pulls me into her squeezing me against her body as mine is wracked with sobs.

"You did not just yell at her! Are you freaking kidding me! What is it with you Hummel-Hudson's and causing a scene. Seriously? All of you should be ashamed of yourselves. All of you looking down know she was right. We're in a damn hospital because Quinn is hurt and you guys are gossiping and yelling at Rachel about her relationship with Gigantor? Do you not see how horrible that is? I understand getting your mind off it and talking, but then attacking her like that? I think i'm right when I say we all know that Rachel is a little unstable right now, and hell so am I and everyone else who was closer to Quinn. Why do you think Puck takes walks almost every hour? You all just couldn't leave her be. So porcelain, you're cool sometimes, but that was horrible. Back off"

I can vaguely hear Kurt saying a slightly long apology, that I know he meant, but still shouldn't have been necessary. He also tells me it's not my fault. He along with everyone else actually. "It's not your fault Rachel" "She was the one that decided to text" "We don't blame you" "She won't blame you, so you shouldn't" This last one was whispered to me by Santana. I really do love this girl as my friend. Who knew she'd be my biggest support system. I bet she'd argue that Quinn is though. Quinn...

I take a deep breath and peek out of Santana's arm to look at the clock once i've calmed down. It took a bit of coaxing and comforting on Santana's part, something I slightly regret was needed since she really doesn't like to show her soft side to everyone else and I don't want her to do things she doesn't want to, but she did any ways, making me love her even more. I see that it is now 4:30 and Quinn's doctor could be coming anywhere from within the next half hour to hour and a half. Sooner than later would be nice. I peek around and see that everyone is back to just hanging out and talking.

"Nice of you to show your little face, Berry" Santana says in a baby voice to me, successfully making me chuckle a little, but also soft enough that no one heard. She has obviously been near me a little too long. It's cute and works and I love it, but wow. Kind of creepy thinking how many insults that same voice has thrown at me and now she's talking as if i'm a baby. Maybe she needs coffee. Or well...Quinn? I know I do. Everything is off. I tell Santana, I was tired of smelling her sweatshirt which had the faint scent of Puck as mine do, but hers a little more. Probably the one that was sitting out when he put on another layer of axe before getting here. He's basically addicted. And Quinn loved it, so I wonder if he put on a bit extra. She scoffs at my comment, but admits if we stay the night again, which she suggests we do, that we should have my dad's bring us another change of clothes. Just to be clean. I agree pulling away to stretch a little and making eye contact with Judy Fabray. She makes an attempt at a friendly smile then waves for me to go sit by her. Santana sees and lets me go squeezing my hand before I walk away.

"Rachel...I don't blame you. I really don't. And I know Quinnie won't either. She's so fond of you sweetheart. She talks so highly of you and I know she would not want you sitting here thinking this was all on you. Quinnie is going to pull through, and when she wakes up I bet the first one she wants to see is you. And I know you would like to see her too. If the doctor offers that I see her tonight, I would like you to come with me too and I will see if that is okay with him. Santana too most likely. She may act like a horrible young lady, but I see she has shown you her soft side too. I wish she would just stay like that, but it's good that she's showing it more now that she's come out" she takes a breath and looks around and smiles taking my hand, "Sorry i'm babbling, but you need to know, Quinn being here is not your fault, you do not need to be sorry. We can't have you feeling that way and being sad when Quinnie wakes up" We're both crying now, realizing we don't exactly know when that would be, but for me also for how much her saying this all means to me. Quinn talks about me to her mom. I will hopefully see her tonight.

It all means a lot. She wipes her tears and mine and we smile and laugh with each other at the scene we are in right now. Miss Pillsbury, being slightly oblivious asks Miss Fabray a question, taking both our attention away and I let go of her hand and head back to Santana.

She once again openly accepts me in her arms. I lean into her, us crazy close cuddling once again. Brittany understands by now that we're just friends and we're cuddly people and she's not really the jealous type so we're extremely comfortable right now. Santana asks me what Miss. Fabray wanted and I tell her it all. "Quinn would talk about me to her mom. She said the first person she would want to see was me. And just that she knows it wasn't my fault, and Quinn knows it wasn't my fault, so I need to stop being sorry about it" Santana nods and tells me this is what she said and then we sit in silence again waiting for the doctor. My mind wanders again. The first person she would want to see is me... And she talked about me... she's fond of me...

Fond: Having an affection or liking for...