So guys I'm so sorry for the long wait! I know I said Karofsky would be explained in this chapter and you would receive virtual cookies for getting it right, but this chapter ended up going a COMPLETELY different direction than I originally planned. However, I did say the song would be revealed this chapter and those who guessed right would be rewarded.
Surprisingly, no one guessed the song. I actually had it planned out BEFORE it got sung on Glee...so...drumroll please! it is Please Don't Leave Me. Karofsky competition is still on and I have planned to put it in the next chapter!
Now my thanks. Thank to all of those who are sticking with this and still reading! I'm trying really hard to keep up. I've just felt so uninspired but then the chapter just happened! So thank you all for reading, reviewing, and sticking with me! I love you all! :) And as always...REVIEW PLEASE! I read them all! :)
"I'm hurting so bad inside I just wish you could see... I'm struggling to be someone that isn't even close to me." –Anonymous
Chapter 10
"Blaine," Rachel complained two weeks later, "I need to go to the bathroom!"
Blaine chuckled, Rachel had been doing so well the last two weeks, she had been pushing herself really hard to start not only physical therapy, but also occupational therapy. Her hands were not in complete working order yet, she still needed help getting up, and she was on an extremely high dosage of pain medication as the feeling began to return. Blaine, Rachel, and Rebekah had found Rachel a good therapist who was helping her to begin working through her issues.
"Alright," Blaine said patiently, getting up and reaching around Rachel's legs and arms sweeping her legs so they were dangling over the edge of her hospital bed. "You know, for such an avid dancer, I would think that you would be capable of putting your legs, even without your arms, over the bed."
Rachel giggled, and just as Blaine was about to let go, she moved her body closer to his whispering, "Maybe I just like being close to you." Blaine shook his head good naturedly, responding by kissing Rachel.
"Oh," Rachel huffed while Blaine grabbed her heart monitor and I.V., "I am so glad that I get out of here tomorrow. This place does not have acceptable vegan options. I cannot wait to sleep in my own bed."
Rachel, getting impatient, got up, but she was shaky and reflexively grabbed the arm of the bed to steady her shaky legs before the pain and muscle weakness got the best of her and she fell in a heap to the floor. Blaine stood in shock for two reasons. One, he didn't even realize what was happening until it was happening. And two, Rachel had used her hand to steady herself.
He quickly moved to help Rachel up, and after she was standing firmly Blaine said bewildered, "You used your hand."
Rachel was momentarily confused before breaking into a smile and nodding. Blaine broke into a huge grin, and said, still bewildered, "Try and make a fist."
Rachel focused, putting all of her energy into forming a fist, closing her eyes and holding her breath. She let it out in frustration when nothing happened, but with an encouraging nod from Blaine, she tried again. The silence and anticipation was palpable. Again, Rachel focused, even more this time, pushing herself until, slowly, her fingers curled and for a moment, Rachel formed a fist for a moment before the pain and strain became too much and with a loud release of air from her lungs, the fist collapsed.
They both stared at each other in silence for a moment, both grinning until Blaine rushed to Rachel, picking her up and laughing in glee. He finally set her down, Rachel giggling while he whispered, "Things are getting better."
When Blaine leaned in to kiss Rachel once more, she closed her eyes smiling and brought her face close to Blaine's before whispering, "I still have to pee."
Blaine sighed, and dropped his forehead against Rachel's. "Then we should take care of that."
Rachel giggled. "Thank you."
A month Rachel had been gone from school. Blaine, Chuck, and their mom had moved in; in part because of the divorce, and because Blaine didn't want to be away from her. After a week of being home, Blaine had offered the suggestion that she should return. At the time she had been terrified, grabbed her backpack and locked herself away in her room for the rest of the night.
Blaine had been keeping Rachel caught up with glee club and classes so that she could still graduate and perform at Regional's which was in less than a month. If Rachel were being honest with herself, she would fess up to being bored without school, but the prospect terrified her. She still hadn't had her stitches removed after a month; although Dr. Levinson had told her that she would remove them on Saturday morning, she could start using her scar cream until the wounds were completely healed. And Rachel wasn't sure that she could handle that kind of judgment and embarrassment.
"Rachel," Blaine asked one Friday night while they were doing A.P. chemistry homework, "I really think you should come back to school Monday."
Rachel's pen stopped moving across the paper and her body froze. "I'm not ready yet." She said almost automatically, still staring down at her paper.
"Rach," Blaine argued, resting his hand gently over her right hand which was holding her pen in a vice-like grip, "Everyone really misses you."
"They can come and visit."
Blaine bit his lips and sighed. "Rach, talk to me."
Rachel looked up with scared eyes. "I'm terrified. I don't care that you say no one cares; that's just the glee club. I'm finally making progress, Blaine. When I come back, the stares, the whispering, the rumors…"
"Rachel." Blaine soothed, rubbing Rachel's arm, "I know it's scary, but you can't hide away forever. Kurt, Quinn, Puck, someone will be with you the whole day supporting you. We've talked about it so much in glee, I and at least one other person will be with you the whole time, no one is going to mess with you, and if they do, we aren't just going to stand by anymore Rach."
Rachel stayed silent for a moment. "I, I don't know…"
"Rachel, I'm not going to force you, but I talked to Dr. Brooke; she said that if you are willing she thinks that it would actually be good for you, you know, to face your fears."
"Okay."
Blaine looked up hopefully. "Okay?"
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Yes. I will attend school on Monday." Rachel paused momentarily adding on quickly, "But I'm only doing this because I love you."
Blaine smiled. "Thank you."
Rachel sighed, unable to stay angry, instead opting for a half smile while she said sarcastically, "Whatever."
Sunday night rolled around and Blaine was trying to distract Rachel from the next day by watching movies with Chuck. Her arms were a little sorer after getting the stitches out, irritating her already sensitive skin. The night was coming to an end, and with each moment, Rachel began twiddling her thumbs more and more, wincing whenever they got caught on each other and pulled on her muscles.
Blaine put his hand firmly over hers, eyes still straight forward watching Avatar. "Stop stressing. It'll be okay." He whispered.
Rachel looked up at him and smiled. She leant into his side, and rested her head on his chest. Blaine slung his arms around Rachel's shoulders and hugged her close. It comforted Rachel how Blaine always knew exactly what to do to calm her down.
When they went to bed, Rachel got into bed, turning away from Blaine. He simply turned and moved towards her rubbing her arm soothingly. In the moment, it was all he could do to soothe her, and to Rachel, it was enough.
The first thing Rachel did the next morning was be sick. Blaine's mom was two seconds away from keeping Rachel home, but when Blaine explained it was just nerves, his mom reluctantly gave her the okay. Rachel was reaching for a sweater when Blaine shook his head, handing her a three quarter length sleeved dress. When Rachel looked about to protest, Blaine handed her a light sweater to go over it, which caused Rachel to sigh in relief and smile gratefully. Blaine handed Rachel the dress, and kissed her cheek lightly before closing the door, throwing Rachel one last smile.
"Alright," Blaine's mom said, voice full of concern as Blaine and Rachel got ready to go, "Rachel, try and have a good day. If things get too bad, I'm just a call away, okay? And Blaine, keep an eye on her."
Blaine smiled. "Gee, thanks mom. I'll try and have a good day too."
Allison smiled and kissed her son goodbye. "And have a good day." Blaine smiled. "Now, go," His mom urged, ushering them out the door, "Or you'll be late."
Rachel paused before she opened the car door. The school loomed over her head. She saw the football players dumping Jacob Ben Israel into the school's dumpster, the cheer leaders' awful laughter, and the hockey players playing keep away with some poor kid's back pack as he chased it hastily around the circle of boys. If this was what it was like outside, she didn't want to even begin to wonder what it was like inside.
Blaine had already grabbed Rachel's backpack and helped Rachel out of the car, holding her hand in comfort. They made it inside without too many stares, Rachel releasing her breath in relief. That was until the hallways turned silent as everyone stared at a certain petite brunette dressed in a yellow sundress, and white cardigan. Rachel held her breath again. The silence was deafening, Blaine simply squeezing Rachel's hand tighter leading her down the hallway towards her locker as people began frantically whispering and snickering. Rachel leaned into Blaine, to try and hide herself from the ugly stares.
The hallways seemed so much crueler than Rachel could remember. Maybe it was because the small powerhouse had been missing for a month; people had an idea of why, nothing stayed secret for long in the hallways of McKinley. Rachel looked in her locker, untouched for over a month, staring at the bright pinks and oranges. It all felt so fake, put up for appearances, what people thought belonged in her locker. "This is my locker?" She asked Blaine quietly, a severe amount of disgust tainting her delicate voice. Blaine nodded.
A strong sense of bile rose in Rachel's throat as she tore down the bright wallpaper violently, destroying everything in a rage but for her picture of her and Blaine. That was real. Nothing else was.
Blaine watched, tears in his eyes as he let her destroy her locker. He wasn't sure what to do other than to let her do it. He could guess enough why she was. He watched her stop momentarily as she set their picture delicately down on the locker's shelf. He could sense everyone watching, as if it was a sick, twisted version of entertainment.
She started to tear, crying, and saying, "It's not real. It's all fake. A lie." She was chanting it like a mantra.
Blaine decided he had to stop her. "Rachel," he tried, not breaking through, "Rachel, Rach, stop." He said forcefully, grabbing her arms and turning her to him. "You have to stop. I'll clear it out for you later. You have to focus on getting through the first day." Where was…anyone else? Blaine thought frantically.
"It's not real, Blaine," Rachel whimpered. "That's not me. That's, that's a shell of a person that's, that's just, nonexistent. I was never that person. It's an awful reminder," She didn't finish as Blaine brought her into his arms. He just held her, trying to ignore the stares. Trying to ignore the wallpaper and the magnets lying in shambles around him. Trying to ignore how broken he felt whenever she became crippled with sadness.
Mercedes and Kurt watched on in horror at the scene that had just taken place in front of them. They had hardly seen Rachel since that first day in the hospital; she had felt embarrassed enough as it was. Blaine had always reassured everyone that Rachel was getting happier. That she was slowly beginning to smile for real more. But they were both so broken. So helpless. Rachel still wasn't so sure how to handle everything that was going on yet, and Blaine, poor Blaine; he just didn't know what to do anymore. He loved Rachel so much; he just wanted her to get better. But even more, to just be happy.
"I'll see you in first period, Kurt." Mercedes said turning off and running down the hall, trying not to cry. She needed to do something, anything. Kurt barely got a chance to respond before she was gone.
Puck came down the hallway, feeling the awkward silence. He assumed it was because Rachel had showed up like Blaine had said. He was the glee club's only way of knowing what was going on with Rachel anymore. But Puck had agreed with Blaine, he thought she could handle coming back. He was the one who took her to Temple every week. At first it was just for Rachel. To have something bigger than herself to hold on to. But Puck quickly realized how much he needed it as well. It renewed everything he believed in. When he saw Blaine holding Rachel, he realized just why the sudden whispering and silence was so odd. They were all just standing there, staring.
"What!" Puck shouted angrily, "You've never cried before!" Everyone jumped. When no one moved Puck added, "Well, what are you all waiting for? An engraved invitation? Get back to your lives, because I'm pretty sure this does not involve any of you!"
Everyone quickly went back to their business, many discussing everything that had just happened. Puck quickly crossed to the couple, rubbing Rachel's back.
"You okay?"
Rachel didn't respond, and Blaine just mouthed, it's tough. Puck nodded in understanding. He knew it would be hard. Especially the first day.
"Welcome back freak!" Karofsky shouted as all three students became drenched in slushie, Puck and Blaine getting hit with blue, Rachel being singled out, cup sitting on top of her head which had just contained a bright red slushie.
Blaine and Rachel froze, Puck screaming in anger, "What the hell dude?"
Karofsky just laughed cruelly as he walked away, "Everyone gets a warm welcome back. Especially the freaks."
Rachel lifted her head, everything stained in red that made her want to be sick, an awful reminder. Noah and Blaine looked ready to murder.
Rachel whimpered, placing her hands on Noah and Blaine's shoulders respectively. "Please Noah, Blaine, he isn't worth it. Just, just take me to change."
Kurt was hurrying across the hall now, dragging Rachel towards the bathroom. "C'mon guys," He said, "Let's just get her clean."
Blaine and Puck turned slowly, still glaring down the hall, following after Kurt and Rachel.
While Kurt was washing Rachel's hair, she began scratching at her wrists. Blaine caught this immediately. There wasn't a whole lot Rachel could do with her hands and arms yet, it was a long process after all, but the scratching, Blaine had a feeling that reflex had been one of the first things to kick right in. He rested his hands in top of hers, a silent reminder. This had been a horrible idea.
"Rachel," Blaine said after a moment, "We should call my mom. This was a bad idea."
Kurt and Puck froze staring at Rachel, waiting for her response. Rachel looked up at Blaine; a moment earlier she would have said yes. Rachel would have been selfish. But she saw the pain, the hurt. How much it was killing him that he had messed up. She couldn't confirm that for him.
"No." Rachel stated firmly, everyone's eyes widening in surprise. "Rachel Berry doesn't give up. They want me to run away. And I'm done hiding."
Kurt and Noah smiled at each other, seeing the life in Blaine's eyes light up, and the spark that would surely ignite the fire in Rachel.
"So, no." Rachel continued, determined, "I am not calling your mother and going home."
They all heard the quiver in her voice as she spoke. Sure, Rachel was on her way back, but today wasn't going to be easier; Rachel was just refusing to give up.
Noah smiled though, reassuring Rachel saying, "Let's show 'em all what Rachel Berry is made of."
Rachel grinned meekly and nodded, feeling her stomach fall all the while. Blaine knew it; Puck knew it; Kurt knew it. But at least she wasn't running away.
Almost immediately after Rachel, Blaine, Puck, and Kurt had disappeared into the girl's bathroom to get clean, chaos broke out. The news spread like wildfire. Rachel Berry was back, and even weirder than before.
Brittany was sitting in the choir room in a hazy state, as usual, when Mercedes came running in speaking with Brad about some song.
"What's going on Mercedes?" Brittany asked airily.
Mercedes stopped momentarily to look at Brittany, startled by her presence. In the moment, she wasn't sure whether she should laugh or cry. "Rachel's back."
Brittany tilted her head interest before smiling and running out of the room.
Brittany found Rachel with Kurt and Blaine by Kurt's locker a few minutes later, bounding up to Rachel squealing, "My unicorn is back!"
Rachel laughed uncomfortably, reciprocating the hug as best she could. Rachel didn't want to disappoint Brittany or make her sad so Rachel quickly said, unconvincingly, "I never left."
Brittany extracted herself from the embrace saying, "Blaine said you were gone so long because you lost your horn and you were trying to grow it back."
Rachel giggled slightly at Blaine's poor attempt at shielding Brittany from Rachel's true problem. "That's true." Rachel said noncommittally.
Brittany shook her head. "Did you grow it back?"
Rachel felt herself tearing a little at Brittany's question. "I'm working on it. I really am."
Just as Brittany was ready to question Rachel further, the bell signaling five minutes to first period, Brittany hugging Rachel again and skipping off squealing, "Santana!" over and over again.
Santana was grateful that Sue used the Cheerios! first period class for practice. It meant that on days when she woke up late, she wouldn't get marked tardy. Not as long as she showed up out of the locker room fifteen minutes after the bell rang. Today was one of those days.
Another thing Santana was grateful for was the quiet in the locker room. Everyone was always too tired to actually begin gossiping until after practice had started, and it was one of the few times Santana actually enjoyed the lack of gossip.
"Brittany, what is going on in here?" Santana asked snidely after kissing her girlfriend good morning. "It's so loud."
Brittany giggled innocently, "My unicorn is back!"
Santana shook her head, getting changed for practice. Of course that was why everyone was gossiping. Rachel was back. She would never admit it out loud, but Santana was glad Rachel was back. In an odd way, she missed her. So naturally, instead of admitting care, she defaulted to hate.
"RuPaul is back? Wow. Brave soul."
Brittany's smile faltered, frowning slightly. "Santana, didn't you hear me? Rachel is better! She's back!"
Santana shrugged. "Whatever."
Rachel's day was awful. Terrible. She was surrounded by glares, stares, and snickers. She felt her hands reaching for her wrists constantly, every time stopped by Blaine. She would have slapped him if he weren't so reassuring. Finally it was time for glee. Rachel took her old seat next to Blaine, front and center, feeling complete.
Mr. Schuester walked in, last as always, smiling bigger than she could ever remember, opening that day's rehearsal with, "I don't know if you all noticed, but we have Rachel back today!"
Rachel almost started crying out of pure joy when she heard the whoops and hollers of her team members, receiving pats and shoulder shakes from the guys sitting next to and behind her.
"Thank you all, so much." She said happily.
"Rachel really," Mr. Schue said kindly, "We've all missed you a lot, and to show that,"
Rachel spotted a small crowd by the door of the choir room, Mr. Schue fading from her ears, her happiness suddenly being overridden by her rising terror, leaning into Blaine for protection. Blaine froze in confusion, having learned well over the last month the difference between Rachel's, I love you and want to be close to you snuggle into him, and her, I'm terrified, be my shield Blaine cower.
Blaine was suddenly speaking frantically and worriedly, interrupting Mr. Schuester, rubbing Rachel's arm and bringing her close. "What's wrong Rach?"
She shook her head and whimpered, "Make them go away Blaine."
"What?" Blaine asked in confusion, finally looking towards the door of the choir room.
There was now a large group of students all huddled around the open door staring, whispering, and snickering at Rachel. Blaine was furious.
"Get out of here!" He shouted, jumping up, scaring everyone as he ran towards the door. Rachel shrunk back, shaking, closing her eyes, and whispering something inaudible to herself as the guys and Mr. Schue all got the crowd to leave. Slowly, Rachel began rocking back and forth.
Mercedes got up silently and sat down next to Rachel as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Mercedes saw Rachel's hand beginning to move up her arm. She simply grabbed her hand and squeezed in comfort.
Rachel didn't even turn her head as she started speaking shakily to Mercedes.
"I'm not an animal. I don't belong in a zoo. I, I'm a human being."
Mercedes nodded her head in understanding gripping her hand tighter.
"Mr. Schue?" She called out as the guys finished dispersing the crowd, "I prepared a separate song for Rachel. Can I perform it now?"
Mr. Schuester just nodded. Mercedes didn't even move from her seat holding Rachel's hand as she nodded to Brad who began playing a gentle intro.
"As I lay me down
Heaven hear me now
I'm lost without a cause
After giving it my all." Mercedes sang to Rachel, trying to express through music that she understood. She continued.
"Winter storms have come
And darkened my sun
After all that I've been through
Who on earth can I turn to?" Mercedes knew Rachel felt…finished. That she needed something bigger than herself to turn to, and even though she was spiritual, Mercedes wondered if Rachel was ignoring God right now.
"I look to you
I look to you
After all my strength is gone
In you I can be strong
I look to you
I look to you
And when melodies are gone
In you I hear a song, I look to you." Rachel felt something stir. She had always loved this song. Maybe that was why when the second verse rolled around, she interrupted Mercedes and sang instead, still staring ahead as their teammates watched the intimate exchange.
"About to lose my breath
There's no more fighting left
Sinking to rise no more
Searching for that open door" Rachel just felt trapped, like there was no escaping this life she had begun. Rachel was just so beaten down at this point it was hard to believe in anything. Everyone soaked in Rachel's voice, no one having heard Rachel sing in a long time.
"And every road that I've taken
Led to my regret
And I don't know if I'm gonna make it
Nothing to do but lift my head," But the passion, the emotion back behind it. It was so much more than anything else they had heard her sing. She wasn't acting anymore. She was pleading, begging, laying everything out for them to see. Rachel was still staring down, still grasping Mercedes hand as she went into the chorus, almost pleading for help from her Higher Power.
"I look to you
I look to you, yeah,
And when all my strength is gone
In you I can be strong
I look to you
I look to you
And when melodies are gone
In you I hear a song,
I look to you."
Mercedes joined Rachel in the bridge, singing a descant over Rachel's quiet melody below her.
"My levee's have broken, my walls have come
Crumbling down on me
The rain is falling, defeat is calling
I need you to set me free," Rachel felt so broken, begging God as her and Mercedes sang in unison,
"Take me far away from the battle
I need you, shine on me," Mercedes sang through the next half of the chorus, grasping Rachel's other hand.
"I look to you
I look to you
After all my strength has gone
In you I can be strong." Rachel sang the next half, staring up towards heaven giving everything for God, crying all the while.
"I look to you
I look to you
And when melodies are gone
In you I hear a song,
I look to you." Rachel sang, now looking at Mercedes.
"I look to you." Mercedes sang, looking at Rachel, suddenly realizing that she was crying too as they finished the last words of the song together.
"I look to you."
Rachel and Mercedes were breathing heavily, realizing that their relationship could never be quite the same. And that was something they were both exceedingly happy about.
Mercedes just reached over and hugged Rachel tightly whispering, "You are person. A good person. And even the best have issues. He loves you anyway."
Mercedes could feel Rachel smile against her shirt even though she was still crying. She heard Rachel whisper, "Thank you. You know, I think you're the only Baptist I know going to heaven."
Mercedes laughed at Rachel's dark joke replying, "Yeah, well you're the only Jew I know going to heaven. So it's mutual."
They both smiled, leaning away from each other. They both knew they were kidding. They would never condemn certain people to heaven or hell. That was up to Him.
Rachel wiped her eyes and sniffled a little, grasping Blaine's hand once more after he sat down.
"So," Rachel said, cheerily, "What was it you were saying Mr. Schue?"
Mr. Schue chuckled in relief. "Well, your teammates have been working on a special number just for you Rachel. And I will let them explain it. Take it away guys."
Slowly everyone got up and walked to the front for the choir, leaving Rachel sitting by herself in the rows of chairs.
"Well," Mercedes started.
"We wanted to tell you that we are sorry," Kurt said next.
Santana spoke now, "And that we didn't help your problem at all, we only worsened it."
"But" Puck said.
"We also wanted to say," Tina spoke.
"We love you." Finn said last.
"Rachel, you aren't just a voice," Blaine said.
"You're a unicorn." Brittany said sweetly.
"Unique and special, just like the rest of us." Mike spoke simply.
"With feelings and emotions, just like the rest of us." Artie said softly.
"And we all just blatantly ignored that." Sam said.
"And we didn't realize just how much we loved you until it was almost too late." Quinn finished.
Rachel was silent, trying to digest everything she had just heard. It was all so touching that they all seemed so sincere.
They all then looked at each other counting off to each other before saying, "This is for you."
The entire club opened the familiar song. Rachel secretly thought to herself, Blaine must have picked this. It's P!NK."
"Da da da da, da da da da
Da da da, da da
Da da da, da da"
"I don't know if I can yell any louder" Artie sang first.
"How many times have I kicked you outta here?" Mike sang next.
Or said something insulting?" Tina sang, knowing everyone had had their fair share of insulting Rachel.
"Da da da, da da" The club sang all in unison every time.
"I can be so mean when I wanna be," Mercedes sang now, knowing that there had been occasions where Mercedes had been unnecessarily cruel.
"I am capable of really anything" Sam sang.
"I can cut you into pieces
But my heart is broken" Finn sang remorsefully. Rachel still had not forgiven him for everything he had done to her.
"Da da da, da da
Please don't leave me
Please don't leave me
I always say how I don't need you
But it's always gonna come right back to this
Please, don't leave me" They all sang together, seeing tears and forgiveness already pooling in Rachel's eyes.
"How did I become so obnoxious?
What is it with you that makes me act like this?
I've never been this nasty" Quinn sang seriously wondering why she always seemed to single Rachel out for her insults.
"Da da da, da da"
"Can't you tell that this is all just a contest?" Kurt asked. He and Rachel were always competing for solos. He thought that was just how it worked with them.
"The one that wins will be the one that hits the hardest
But baby I don't mean it" Brittany and Santana sang together. They knew what they had done.
"I mean it," Santana sang.
"I promise" Brittany said innocently more than sang.
"Da da da, da da
Please don't leave me
Oh please don't leave me
I always say how I don't need you
But it's always gonna come right back to this
Please, don't leave me." The entire sang together once more. They had always taken Rachel for granted, and only now were they realizing how much they actually liked her.
"I forgot to say out loud how beautiful you really are to me
I cannot be without, you're my perfect little punching bag" Puck sang. He recalled when they had dated briefly; how happy he had been. Afterwards he had gone back to treating her like a nobody; even occasionally slushying her.
"And I need you, I'm sorry
Da da da, da da
Da da da da, da da da da
Da da da, da da"
Please, please don't leave me
Da da da, da da
Baby please don't leave me
Da da da, da da
No, don't leave me
Please don't leave me no no no" Rachel was crying, the only person who hadn't sung yet was Blaine; little did she know he had a special message for her.
"You always say how I don't need you
But it's always gonna come right back to this
Please, don't leave me" Rachel constantly spoke to Blaine and told she wasn't good enough for her. That he saved her. But she never realized that it went both ways. She saved him. He always felt inadequate next to Rachel. She never understood or fully appreciated her beauty.
"Please don't leave me, oh no no no.
I always say how I don't need you
But it's always gonna come right back to this" They sang before the guys sang,
"Please don't leave me" Who were followed by the girls,
"Baby, please,"
The ending they all sang a capella together,"Please don't leave me."
Thoughts? REVIEW PLEASE!
So, don't forget the Karofsky storyline..virtual cookies are still up for grabs for that. And thanks for trying with the P!NK song!
Also, I am aware that Blaine has a brother(Cooper) He will not be playing a role in this story, but I have a short story idea. I believe the correct brother/sister/brother name for Blaine, Rachel, and Cooper would be AnderCooperBerry? :P In any case, I had a passing thought about writing a short story which begins right when Blaine gets slushied. Rachel has been living away from her brothers for 7 years. Her and Blaine reconnected when Kurt and Blaine started dating, but she still hasn't seen Coop. ButwhenBlaine gets slushied its big brother to the rescue in every way. Might be a one-shot, maybe a two-shot.