Something Blue: Something Old (Alternative Ending)
AN: For all the St Berry shippers out there!
He picks up on the first dial and she's sobbing onto the other line as he tries to sooth her with his words.
'Rachel, shh, it's ok, it's ok'.
She sniffing onto the phone and he can barely make out her words.
'She-h-pre-fight-he-left-gu-can't-,' she is hysterial.
He flies out from London to hold her, stroking her hair and kissing her head as he finds her lying on the kitchen floor, her face stained with tear track, her eyes red and cheeks blotched.
His fingers run through her hair and his luggage lays unpacked as he holds her in his arms all night, comforting her until she starts to breathe again.
'What happened?' He asks when she's stopped her sob fest.
'Quinn found out, he was at my apartment and she's pregnant, they fought and I told him to go and he left.'
He sighs and holds her tight to his chest as they lay on the bed.
'I'm sorry, Rach. I should have been there.'
'No, you were busy with work and getting you play going. I-er- you. I just don't know what I would have done without you. I just know I can't go back.'
He lets her sleep in his arms, stroking her arms while watching her sleep. She's always unloaded on him and he takes her in stride building her back only to find her chasing after another guy and ever really noticing him. He's in love with his best friend and she loves him as just that. He swallows as she breathes, her chest heaving against his own, her tears dry and her face rejuvenated from his presence.
They'll always have each other, no matter what.
She's taking a few days off work, some much needed personal days as he takes her out to her favourite places, spoiling her with Broadway show tickets every other evening and treating her to the best vegan restaurant in the city.
He face has that energy again; she's perkier, happier with him. He thinks the Rachel Berry he knew and loves is finally back.
That's the thing about being a writer, you can do it anywhere and as he's tapping away in his laptop for the amended play script. She comes out of the shower in only a towel hugging her body, her skin beaded with water rolling off her curves.
He gulps as he takes in the sight of her long never endings legs and her hair curled around her shoulders, wet adn dripping as she eyes him playfully.
'Come out to play?'
He stops typing. He stops breathing even.
'Huh?' He says dumbly.
'Hop in with me? You're all work and no play these days!'
Her eyes are playful and he's captivated by her prowess like a boy who just saw a Playboy magazine.
She edges closer to him swinging her hips, her eyes gleaming and a coy smile on her face. They didn't talk about their kiss in the hotel in London and he didn't push for answers about what she felt, if she felt anything at all.
She clutches the knot of her towel tied around her chest and covering her to only an extent.
Her legs haunt him as his eyes scan her frame with hungry eyes.
They've been sleeping in the same bed in each other's arms for months but nothing's ever happened. Sure he kisses her every time she goes to work, sometimes they bicker like a married couple over takeaway and little things, and they talk about their days when they come home to each other but they weren't technically together. Well, he stopped hoping a while ago.
She's inches away from him now and he's gawping at her like a dog with a bone.
Her dainty fingers play with the knot at the peak of her breasts, tightly clad in the cotton towel covering her spot, her belly and her boobs. She fiddles with the knot and his breath hitches a little at her teasing tendencies.
'Like what you see?' Her voice is sultry and his body reacts in all kind of ungodly ways, his eyes scanning her towel as if to undress her with his eyes.
She unties the knot, the towel falling to the floor and creating a pool at her feet as he gulps at the sight of her naked petite olive laden form.
God, she's beautiful beyond belief.
His lips are on hers in seconds, sucking on her lips with fiery passion as he cups her face, she's working the buckle of his jeans, slipping her hand between his boxers to find his rock hard member. He kisses her, every inch of her face, every contour, biting into her lips, the spot between her neck and her ear, sucking on her pulse point as she moans with a melodic sound. Her breathy sexy moans are like music to him as they fall on the bed, naked, wet and sweaty, his thrusts pumping between her legs, her heels digging into his back as she scratches his back with her nails causing a hiss from his lips. He pounds her until she comes, cupping her breasts and kissing them with butterfly touches as she flips them over to kiss his pecs, his abs, massaging his toned physique until her hands trail down to find his erect member, stroking slightly as he groans in pleasure.
She's flush against him, her skin causing friction with his own as they meld together like puzzle pieces. She trails down, her eyes hungry for him and his smile on her mind as he holds onto her head, her mouth wrap around his member, the rest of the length around her fingers as he moans until she sucks him dry.
They come together, breathless and satisfied, falling flat on the bed. Making love to her is everything he imagined it to be.
She drapes her arms around his waist and he kisses her temple, pulling her close.
'I love you,' she whispers and he kisses her again, bruising her lips as she moans against his mouth.
'I love you too.' His eyes are warm and her smile is content.
'I'm so glad we did this', she grazes his pecs.
'Best friends make the couple, right?' He adds.
'Yeah..' she breathes out, her eyes drooping shut as he tucks her head under his chin, holding her and never wanting to let go.
He makes her happy. That's all she's ever wanted.
Something the journey you take is never the one you set out to pursue; sometimes your original plan is a detour to something greater. There are no fairytale but there sure are happy endings.