Title: Until You're Gone

Scene 8 Continued

Act 1

Words: 772

A/N: Hello everyone! I am so sorry for the longest break in the history of breaks. Basically, I had another suicide attempt but it landed me in the hospital. I overdosed on 20-30 pills and I almost died. Anyways, in better news I'm going to meet Sleeping WIth Sirens and Pierce The Veil in a few months so yay! One last thing, if any of you have watt pad if you could check out my profile it'd be great: themissingdead is the username. also my instagram is themissingdead and my twitter is thatchickelly there you go!


Mercedes became nervous.

"What are you talking about?" She asked trying not to stutter.

"We visited her cousins an she told us that you called them and said not to come to her funeral."

"What proof do you have?" Mercedes said and Santana chuckled sinisterly.

"You left them a voicemail, we listened to it." She said and Mercedes was sweating.

"Santana look-."

"Save it Jones. Forget about the fucking problems you had with her before, she's dead. Have respect."


Puck, Blaine, Finn, Kurt, Mike, Sam, Santana, Quinn, and Tina circled with each other in the basement of Finn and Kurt's house. All were talking distinctly until Puck said something out loud that shook them all.

"Rachel had an alcohol and drug problem." Everyone turned to him.

"What?" Kurt asked.

"She had an alcohol problem. There were times she'd call me and she was either wasted or high." They all were silent.

"Remember what Mr. Shue said? We have to celebrate her. No matter what. I'll get my guitar." Sam spoke up and went over to the side where his guitar sat.

"Evans, we can't just sing about this." Mike said with attitude.

"No Mike, he's right. This is maybe the only way we can deal with it." Quinn agreed with Sam. Same returned and started to play a familiar tune.


The mirror's image

Tells me it's home time

But I'm not finished

'Cause you're not by my side

And as I arrived I thought I saw you leaving

Carrying your SHOES

Decided that once again I was just dreaming

Of bumping into you

Now it's three in the morning and I'm trying to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply,

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?

Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

Somewhere darker

Talking the same shite

I need a partner (hey)

Well, are you out tonight?

It's harder and harder to get you to listen

More I get through the gears

Incapable of making alright decisions

And having bad ideas

Now it's three in the morning and I'm trying to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply (message you reply),

"Why'd you only call me when you're high? (why'd you only call me when you're high?)

Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

And I can't see you here wonder where I might?

Sort of feels like I'm running out of time

I haven't found what I was hoping to find

You said, "You gotta be up in the morning, gonna have an early night.

And you're starting to bore me, baby.

Why'd you only call me when you're high?"

Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?

Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?

Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?

Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?


"That was really good Puckerman." Santana complimented. They all sat and reminisced until they heard a knock at the door.

"I'll get it." Finn said getting up and going to the front door. He opened and saw there was a boy with blonde hair but dark brown eyes. "Yes?" Finn questioned. He had never met this boy before.

"Hi, I'm Alfie Turner. You must be Finn Hudson." Alfie extended his arm and shook Finn's hand.

"Yeah, that's me. I'm sorry have we met before?" Finn asked him. Alfie chuckled.

"No. I'm sorry, I know you from Rachel but we never met. I guess she never mentioned me." Finn paused.

"How'd you know Rachel?" Finn asked him, curious.

"Why, I'm her boyfriend."


Scene 8

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