A/N So this is another dual-chapter, but this time, we'll be looking at Mike and Matt. There was no Mike or Matt section of the video, but I love the characters so much (especially Mike), and I just had to give them a voice.

MaPOV

You have always been the quiet one.

Even at home you've never been the most vocal.

That's what made it so strange for you to find yourself shouting at the top of your lungs in the middle of a corridor about two weeks after Rachel was shot. You were walking to your math class when you passed a group of jocks standing in a group and talking. You don't know exactly what they were talking about, but you manage to catch a snippet of conversation from none other than David Karofsky.

"- hear there was so much blood that the room took three days to fully clean," then he gives this little laugh, and you don't know whether or not it's disbelief or if he is actually laughing at the amount of blood on the floor, but you find that you don't really care, because who the hell is he to just talk about it in such a nonchalant voice? Who the fuck does he think he is?

So you swing around and you shove him as hard as you can. He stumbles a little, then he is also swinging around to face you, and he looks pissed. He starts to yell something along the lines of 'what the fuck', but you cut across him.

"Don't you dare talk about her! Don't you stand there and talk about what happened and then laugh! What, you think it's funny? You think it's fucking funny what happened to her? You're a piece of shit Karofsky!" you are shouting, but you barely realise that you're doing it.

You think that maybe he didn't mean it like that, but now he is getting defensive and he's still in hate-Rachel-Berry default mode, and so he starts to say things that he probably wouldn't usually say. Because as much of a dick as Karofsky is, he's not someone who takes pleasure in someone else's tragedy. Like…real tragedy. But since he's getting defensive, he doesn't think as straight as he usually would and the next words out of his mouth seal his fate, "No, you know who is a piece of shit? Rachel fucking Berry!"

If you were feeling a bit more calm, you would see that the moment the words left his mouth, he looked instantly regretful, but you aren't feeling calm, you are feeling goddam murderous and so you just dive at him. You've never gotten into a fist fight before, but you don't really think there's much to it; just hit and hope something sticks. You barely even notice the punches you receive, and it's only when some teacher pulls you both apart that you realise that there is blood dripping from your nose.

You are breathing heavily and you still want to take another swing at him, but there is a hand against your chest stopping you from moving forwards. Through the haze of your thoughts, you realise that Mr Schue has just walked onto the scene and he is looking at you with a questioning look.

"What the hell is going on here?" you hear the teacher ask you.

You try to calm yourself enough to form words and eventually you manage to growl, "He called Rachel Berry a piece of shit."

You are looking directly at Mr Schue as you say it and so you don't miss the anger that flashes across his face, and he almost looks like he wants to hit Karofsky as well, but he just goes over to him and grabs his shoulder and says in a low and dangerous voice, "Principal's office. Now."

As the crowd starts to disperse, you feel someone grab your arm and lead you away. Before you know what's happening, you are in an empty classroom and Tina is dabbing at your nose with a tissue. When you see tears on her face, that's when you really break and suddenly you are both crying and holding each other like it might help.

"I miss her," you whisper, and Tina just nods, and you think that maybe it's because she just can't find words right now.

When you go home that afternoon, your mother doesn't ask you about the bruises, and you figure that the school must have called. You go right up to your room and just lie on your bed. You don't have the energy for much else, so you just lie and think. Mostly about Rachel. A lot of people don't know how close you and Rachel actually were. You never had a crush on her, but you loved her like a sister. Your parents are friends with her parents and so when you were little, you used to spend a lot of time with her. You wish you had told her how much she meant to you more often.

You dream about her that night. It's different from every other night, because usually you're having nightmares about all the blood…but this time…well this time, it's a dream. She is standing in front of you. Just her. With a start you realise that she is clothed in the same skirt and shirt combination in which she died. You can see a splattering of blood across the front of her shirt, but when she motions for you to follow her and she turns, the image of her back is much more horrifying - there the scarlet stain of Rachel's death has spread across the fabric of her shirt, soaking into it for eternity and dripping down to coat the top of her skirt. The red pattern glistens wetly in the soft light coming from seemingly nowhere, a horrifying reminder of just how Rachel's physical self had died. When she comes to a stop and faces you again, you notice that she has brought you to the choir room. Neither you nor Rachel say a word for quite some time. When she finally opens her mouth, you lean in close so that you don't miss a single word she says.

"Don't forget me Matt," she murmurs and you pull her in for a hug.

"I could never forget a girl like you."


MiPOV

You are a neat guy.

It's one of those things that not many people know about you.

Your room is sorted into school things, video game equipment, sports stuff and then miscellaneous. When you were little, you used to organise your action men into categories and your mother has many pictures of you standing proudly in front of them. Your little brother always tells you that you're a neat-freak and that it's weird, but you don't care. You even have your subjects colour coordinated in your locker. You're just an organised guy. You used to love that about yourself.

Now you hate it.

You hate it, because she was neat too, she was organised, and it just…it hurts to think about her.

**flashback**

She's bleeding to death in Finn's arms as he inexpertly attempts to stifle the flow of blood. You wish, somewhere in your mind through the garbled, panicky thoughts that your pulse could be hers, because surely you have enough adrenaline and fear to power a whole football field of people right now. You vaguely notice the paramedics moving around Rachel like busy little army ants working on a helpless, dying beetle; they look determined and knowledgable, and the fact that despite a thousand television shows, you don't understand a single thing about how or what or why they are doing makes you want to scream to get their attention. But you don't dare act on this whim, because you think that it might surprise them and they might make a mistake, something critical.

What you don't realise is that they have already covered her with a sheet and that another paramedic is attempting to herd you out of the room with the others.

You turn and see Finn stumbling towards the door, walking near you like a living zombie, his shirt covered with the splattered, brilliant scarlet evidence of Rachel's death. So different from anything you would ever associate with Rachel's painfully neat tendencies.

**end flashback**

When you get home for the first time after Rachel was…killed, it makes you feel a little bit sick. Your room is just…it's too neat now and you hate it.

So you wreck it. With a baseball bat.

You've never had a temper before, but now you are really flying off the handle. You smash trophies, pictures, the pair of sunglasses on your bedside table, your lamp, everything. When you finally calm down enough to drop the baseball bat with a wooden clunk to the floor, you look around you and see nothing but mess and destroyed possessions. It's much better than before.

But then you hear a soft knock on your door and look up to see your mother standing there in shock, "Michael?"

You try to say something back to her, but your voice has stopped working. She takes a step into the room but quickly lifts her foot again when she hears the sound of breaking glass. You see that there are tears on her face because she isn't sure how to help you.

So she just says, "Michael…I…I heard about…what happened," she begins carefully, but doesn't continue, because then you are bursting into tears and she is rushing forwards to pull you into a hug.

"It hasn't even been a day ma, and I miss her! I miss her so much!" you sob and your mother just hugs you tighter.

The next day, you stay in your bed, curled up with a pillow, drifting in and out of sleep plagued by nightmares. You don't move from your bed for another two days, except to go to the toilet. You don't eat and you barely drink. You wonder how you're going to survive this.

Usually when something was upsetting you, you would call up Matt and the two of you would go down to the park to kick around a soccer ball. But not for this. This was not something that could be solved like that. This makes you feel a little lost, everything else aside, because how are you going to survive this?

You get a little scared then, because you don't know the answer.

Rachel was…she was something else. You always admired her determination and heart, and every time someone put her down, a little piece of you died inside, because as much as you wanted to stand up for her…you just…couldn't. Because even though you admired her, you really didn't even know her that well, and you were…shy. You just wish that you had gotten to know her, even just a little better.

But if wishes were horses then beggars would ride.

Which mean that it's too late for that now, and you'll never get the chance to know her better.

So you'll just have to remember her as best you can.

A/N I'm a little disappointed in myself for the length of Mike's…I had anticipated a longer bit for him, but it just seemed to want to end :/ Oh well. However his is the only one in a dual-chapter to have a flashback, because I had a sudden inspiration strike.

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