AN: To the guest who is desperately seeking Finchel anal sex in the review area, I will go ahead and pass along the information here, since you are a guest and I can't technical speak to you any other way, that it will not happen in this story because this story is already written. But, if you give me a prompt, I will gladly write something for you in my drabbles that I will be releasing soon, because I appreciate your enthusiasm. Also, this will be the last chapter of this story. Enjoy.

"You look beautiful," Blaine said, appraising Rachel's appearance the next morning, long legs standing tall in her black pumps and tanned skin accentuated by her pastel pink dress. They were both getting ready to go downstairs to the wedding, but Rachel was feeling something along the lines of a panic attack coming.

"I can't do this," she whispered fervently, still staring at her reflection. Dark circles and red eyes stared back at her. Who the hell was that?

Blaine smiled, squeezing her shoulders supportively. "Of course you can. You're Rachel Berry!"

He was right. She was. But, she sure didn't feel like it. She felt like someone had ripped her apart and only left her with the weak parts of Rachel Berry. The parts that made her sing love songs to her high school glee club teacher, and the part that made her have weirdly mechanical sex with Jesse because he told her he "needed more", and she was sure that he was the only person who could love her.

Honestly, Rachel still wasn't convinced she was wrong.

Still, she needed to do this. She needed to get through the disaster that this day was sure to become, pretend to wish the happy couple a great life, then walk right out of it. Rachel wanted nothing to do with Quinn or Finn, and she was pretty sure that meant she could have nothing to do with Puck as well. He probably wouldn't actually mind that.

"Okay." She finally alleged, snatching up her handbag. She twisted to leave her room when she caught sight of Blaine, noticing his outfit for the first time that morning. "Blaine, you look amazing!"

He blushed slightly at the compliment. "Thanks."

She pushed her arm through his, pulling him out of the room with her and into the narrow hallway. "Let's do this." He nodded to her, smiling as they walked down the hall.

"You know, you don't have to talk to him." Blaine told her as they stepped into the elevator.

"If only it were that easy," Rachel reached to press the 4th floor button, where the wedding was, but her finger stilled midair whenever she heard the crashing noise down the hallway.

"Wait, hold the door!" But her fingers were already firmly slamming on the door close button.

The door began to shut and Blaine looked over at Rachel like she was insane, and maybe she was, but she sure as hell was not about to let Finn come get in the elevator with her. An enclosed space. One that she and he had proven when they first met that they could not keep to themselves in. Screw that.

She had hidden her face from him, so luckily when it closed, he hadn't caught a glimpse of whoever the asshole was who shut it.

As they slowly descended, guilt ate away at Rachel. Well, guilt and satisfaction. He kind of deserved that. By the time she reached the fourth floor, she was smiling. It was about damn time she stood up for herself, even if it was anonymously.

The wedding was in full swing, everyone running around like blind mice as they tried to make sure that everything was ready. Several times she walked passed Quinn, and several times she shifted her eyes and pretended as if the girl wasn't looking like she could burst into tears at any moment. Quinn had brought this upon herself. Even if she was completely unaware of the budding romance between Rachel and Finn, it didn't matter. She had no right to treat Puck that way. He didn't deserve it, even if he was an insatiable jerk.

As expected, she avoided any contact with Finn. In fact, she hadn't sat once at the table where her name sat beside his own. Instead, she kept herself occupied with talking to guest. She had pondered running to the table and switching around the name plates, but then people would get angry, and that would mean that Quinn would come over, and Rachel wasn't sure she could be trusted to speak to her calmly right then.

She'd probably just shout meaningless words as tears streamed down her face, really.

Then she actually would be crazy, and everyone from her high school would be right.

"So, you're Rachel?" An older woman asked, her hand in a bald man's who stood proudly beside her, as if she was the most beautiful thing in the world. It made Rachel ache.

"Um, yes ma'am." Rachel smiled brightly at her, something familiar about the woman.

The woman flashed her teeth at Rachel. "It's so wonderful to meet you. I'm Carole and this is my husband, Burt." She patted the man's chest fondly. "We've heard so much about you."

Rachel continued to smile, but inside her stomach was churning. Who were these people and how did they know her? "From who?" She asked, attempting to sound completely neutral, when really her mind was racing.

"Oh," the woman laughed as if she had left out the most important detail. She had. "I'm Carole Hudson. Finn's mother." Rachel felt like she was falling. She really felt like the world was sinking beneath her. Of course Finn's parents were here. Why hadn't she thought of that? Rachel was a very cautious person. How had the idea that Finn's parents, who had probably known Puck since he was a teen, would be here never crossed her mind?

She had known there was something familiar about the woman's smile. It was the same as the one Rachel had been pining over just 24 hours before.

The woman let out a gasp as Rachel began to follow her heart to the floor, the world swirling around her. She anticipated the hard surface slamming into her, was welcoming it really, maybe then she could leave. Instead found herself in strong arms, lifting her back to her feet.

"Rach? What the hell happened?" Finn asked, holding her to him. His mom just looked at Rachel dumbfounded, not quite sure. "Rachel? Are you alright?" His face was just inches from her own.

Dammit. She was beautiful. She was always beautiful, but right now, he could really appreciate it. And of course it would be at the most inopportune time.

She gazed up at him, her small hands holding onto his own as many different things that he couldn't quite pin flew across her face. Her deep brown eyes fluttered once or twice before the contours of her face turned lethal.

"I'm fine," she hissed, pulling herself from his grasp. When she was standing (albeit wobbly), Rachel turned back to Finn's parents, holding out her hand. "I'm so sorry. I just lost my balance for a moment." Carole just smiled and told her it was alright, shaking her hand. Rachel shook Burt's and he grunted something about thanking God it wasn't him who took the dive.

"Mom, Burt, I'm going to go take Rachel to sit down. I'll come back before everything starts." Finn said, and Rachel glared at him.

"Of course, sweetheart." Carole said, smiling at Rachel and walking away with Burt.

"The hell you are," Rachel spat when they were out of hearing range.

Finn scoffed at her stubbornness. "You just took a nosedive towards the floor, Rachel. Let me at least help you to your seat." He gripped her arm, slipping his other around her waist. Rachel continued to protest, but he just ignored her words, moving her to their table.

Blaine was already sitting and jumped when they came near. "What happened?" He asked, rushing to her side. Rachel successfully removed herself from Finn's grasp, hiding the fact that she deeply missed it as she let Blaine take his place. He sat her down and took his place beside her, Finn doing the same. It wasn't lost on either of them that they had been in the very same position one month before, under very different circumstances.

"She just got a bit overwhelmed," Finn supplied when Rachel couldn't come up with anything on her own.

Blaine's eyes slipped passed Rachel, landing on Finn. "And you are?" He questioned, though he already had an idea by the scowls and longing looks Rachel sent the man.

"Finn Hudson," Finn replied, holding out his hand. He himself was quite curious as to who this man that Rachel had brought was. How could she have found someone to replace him as her date so quickly? And why was her burning up to commit a murder?

Blaine ignored the man's hand, turning back to Rachel. His eyes easily switched from angered to worry when it came to his best friend. "Are you alright?"

Rachel smiled sweetly at him and Finn felt like he was going to puke. "I'm fine, Blaine." But she wasn't. She wanted to die right then and there. Why did she have to be stuck so close to Finn? It was making her confused beyond belief. Couldn't he just leave?

She looked at Finn from the corner of her eyes, both surprised and not to find he was already looking at her. He gave her a small, sad smile. Rachel was deciding whether or not to return it or ask him to leave when they all turned quickly at the sounds of a door slamming.

A raging Puck stormed in from where the bride was supposed to come in from in just a matter or moments, followed by said bride screaming for him to please "not do it". Not do what? "The wedding is off!" Puck roared back at her, then swirled around with a sudden madness, his eyes searching the room. There was so much going on, the room a mess yet quiet at the same time, no one quite understanding what was happening. Still, with everything, Rachel couldn't help but zoom in on Puck's growing instability.

He seemed like he was calculating a target to release his pure fury on, possibly planning to kill someone. His target was found seconds later, and Rachel cowered into her chair as he stalked toward her.

Never in her life had she seen so much wrath in one man's gaze. She cringed beneath his scrutiny, wondering if he was going to hit her, until she saw that he wasn't actually looking at her at all. "You fucking bastard!" Puck shrieked, knocking Finn right out of his chair.

Finn fell backwards, his head slamming into the floor. Rachel intended to help him up, but when she finally managed to get out of her chair, Puck was already on top of him. "Noah, stop!" Rachel cried out, but the man took little notice of her.

Crack.

She heard everything. Quinn's screaming, Puck's fist, Finn groaning. It made her sick, and she was sure she was going to throw up. But, she couldn't just leave Finn to be mauled by Puck. He'd kill him. Hell, she'd probably kill him to if she found out that he slept with someone she was about to marry. That's what this had to be about. Glancing at Quinn, she found the girl standing on the other side of the two men, hands over her face. Once more, she saw the guilt.

You'd think she'd already had enough guilt to last a lifetime.

Puck's fist repeatedly pounded into the taller man's face, even after he had broken something. The next time Puck brought his fist back, Rachel saw the blood on it.

Blood.

Finn's blood.

"Get off of him!" She found herself wrapped around his arm, pulling with all of her might to keep him from hitting Finn. Unfortunately, this just brought out more anger, and Rachel found herself thrown to the floor several feet back. Her head slammed against something hard, and the next thing she knows, her leg feel as if Edward Scissorhands just tried to rub it.

"Rachel!" She heard someone yell, but her mind was too throttled to know who. Her head and leg were throbbing in her skin, and she tried not to yelp when someone touched it.

Through her haze, Rachel saw a figure get off of the floor in a blur, shoving the other person off of them before landing what appeared to be a final hit to the other figures gut. She crawled backwards as far as she could before the searing hot pain of her leg stopped her when the figure came running full speed towards her, sliding on his knees to her for the last few feet. If she wasn't in so much pain right then, she'd have definitely guessed that the person whose silhouette she could barely make out was a rock star. A real Mick Jagger.

Envisioning a new pain from the person, she braced herself, eyes securely shut. When the other person made contact with her, however, it was through gentle embraces of the skin. First her leg, so soft that it didn't hurt, then her head, then lastly, her cheek, in which the person she now knew to be Finn held her gaze with intense fear.

"Finn," Rachel whispered, a broken smile on her face. "My night and shining armor."

Finn's concerned expression faltered somewhat, an indication of smile on his lips. "We need to get you to a doctor, Rach."

"What happened?" Everything was pretty hazy to her. She recollected Puck running in and pushing Finn to the floor, but everything else was kind of… Blah. She regarded him thoroughly, seeing the blood and bruises on his face. "Finn, you're hurt," muttering, she lifted her own fingers and held them against his skin, tracing the bloody patterns.

He leaned his face into her small hands, his full blown smile now lighting up the room. "I'll be fine." He promised, but his face changed again, this time going darker, more haunted, than before. "Puck was knocking the hell out of me, which I completely deserved, and then you tried to stop him," he breathed in, his cheeks and ears reddening, "and he threw you off. You hit a table, and the champaign glasses fell off and broke, and you kind of rebounded into the shards."

As he spoke, her memory of before arose from the foggy boxes in her mind she had hid them in and she remembered that she was supposed to hate Finn then. His smile disappeared when she removed her hand from his face rather quickly, looking to the others around them.

"Rachel, I just called the ambulance," Blaine stated before dropping down beside Rachel.

Finn's eyes fell, his emotions shifting between pained and annoyed. Obviously this guy and Rachel were closer than just a wedding date. He watched as Blaine touched her body to see her reaction and told small jokes, making her emit the laugh that could literally bring Finn to his knees.

He wanted to intervene, wanted to toss himself between them and be the one to make Rachel happy, but he also knew that her feeling better was more important than his feelings, and if this guy was making her laugh and smile, than he had no right to take that away from her.

That didn't mean it was any less painful.

The ambulance came and they wrapped up Rachel's leg after removing several pieces of glass, luckily she didn't need any stitches. They looked over Puck and decided he was over all fine. Finn was surprised to find that he had a broken nose, to which Puck glared at him smugly in the distance. So they painfully moved it back into place, gave both him and Rachel a painkiller and prescribed more, then left, leaving the awkward chaos in their wake.

Many guest that weren't close to the former bride and groom left and took the loud gossiping along with them, and although Quinn begged and pleaded, Puck stood firm in his discontinuation of the marriage. Besides a few snide comments in Finn's direction and several times in which he screamed at Quinn for trying to talk to him, he had been completely closed off. That was until he made his way over to Rachel.

Puck was just a few feet away, the sting of regret shooting through him when he saw her resting her leg on a chair. "Hey-"

"What are you doing?"

Puck looked up into the eyes of his ex-best friend. He'd known him since he was in sixth grade and Puck moved to Lima, Ohio with his mom while trying to get his dead-beat dad off of their trail. Finn was the first person that he had called his best friend.

Right now, he didn't even recognize him.

"Get out of my way, Hudson." Puck spat, his blood pressure rising steadily.

Finn didn't make to move, and Puck lifted his hands to force him to get his big ass out of the way, but Rachel's soft voice broke the tension.

"Hello, Noah." Puck looked around the tall dude and saw her looking at him, a smile that he could only describe as pardoning playing on her lips. Puck side stepped Finn and took a spot next to Rachel, looking down at her leg, then back at her face.

"Rachel, I totally didn't mean to do that to you. I was just so pissed off and then you grabbed me, and I couldn't even think-"

"I forgive you." Before she even had the entire sentence out, Finn was whirling around to look at her, eyes wide and mouth dragging along the floor, Puck following closely after.

Finn hurried beside her, his gawk probing her face and wishing frantically that she would look him in the eye. "Rach, he nearly broke your leg!"

She tensed up at the use of his nickname for her, but let it go. "Yes, well he also is going through a lot of emotional trauma, which is mostly your fault, and I know that if he would have had a clear head, the thought of hurting me would have never crossed his mind." She sighed, moving her leg a bit while wincing. "So, I forgive him."

Puck's stared at her in awe and Finn was practically fuming because honestly What the hell?

After a few shared whispers between Rachel and Puck, which really got Finn antsy, Puck leaves, slamming his chest into Finn's shoulder as he's passing, and when Finn spun around ready to tackle the man, Rachel calls him towards her while Blaine- who he now knows is just a friend- helps her stand, preparing to leave.

"Yeah?"

"You can mail my key to me sometime in the next week," And with those few simple words, Finn's heart rips to shreds. He opens his mouth to speak, but she doesn't stop, leaving him gaping in a very fish-out-of-water way. "I'm leaving for a few weeks to stay with Blaine and his family so they can take care of me while I deal with," she pointed at her leg, "this." The need to tell her that he'd take care of her was overwhelming. "So I won't be home, but I'm having someone pick up my mail while I'm gone."

Wait, wait, wait. "You're leaving?" Finn barely gets the words out.

"Yes." She replies simply. As if she isn't dying inside. As if the pain in her chest isn't nearly unbearable.

"When will you be back?" He asks hopefully, and Rachel wants to smile and tell him an exact date, maybe make some plans for him to come over, but she can't. Because she doesn't know when, and she doesn't think she can deal with seeing him again.

"Currently undetermined." Blaine pipes in from beside her, grabbing her coat from the back of her chair and offering his arm for her to loop her own through. Rachel hesitantly does just that, before looking back to Finn who is watching her like an idiot, his mouth slack.

"Goodbye, Finn."

Her voice has too much finality in it. Like she doesn't intend on ever meeting him again. He starts to panic, taking a step closer to her, but with the sudden look of discomfort she gives him, he stops. If he could rip his heart out of his chest so that he would never be able to feel again, he would do it. This was just too much. "So this is it? Really, Rachel? After everything?" He almost can't believe it. This has to be a dream. "I was right to be scared yesterday."

She knew he meant when he said he was afraid she would hurt him, and she had thought that she would never ever do something to hurt Finn. Not intentionally. Not when he held such a large piece of her heart.

Of course, yesterday she had no idea that she would catch him with his tongue down Quinn's throat. Yesterday, she had been so madly in love with him that he could have had a child named Drizzle and she would have helped start her a college fund!

The fact is, today was not yesterday.

"I would have never hurt you, Finn." Rachel couldn't understand how he thought doing what he did was okay, and that she should just forget it. "You broke my heart first."

"Rachel, how many times do I have to say I'm sorry for you to believe me? I'm sorry, I'm so-"

"I know," Rachel insisted, closing her eyes and lowering her head. "And I've accepted that you feel remorse for doing it. But, that doesn't mean I can forgive you for doing it in the first place, Finn."

She gives Blaine a quick look, then hobbles over to Finn, still somehow managing to look graceful, before looking up at him.

She's so beautiful, he wants to pull her into him and breathe her in. Yesterday, there would have been no problem.

If someone builds a time machine later on in life, he would totally use it to go back and tell Quinn to take a fucking hike. Jesus, why didn't he just do that yesterday? "I'm sorry. But, I can't be near you without feeling my heart break all over again." Her small hand fell on his stubbly cheek, thumb brushing his skin before she pulls him down, laying her tender lips on the flesh her thumb previously occupied, and for a second, he's in heaven. Rachel's there with him, too, because if she's not there, then it's not really heaven.

Who was he kidding? Rachel was heaven.

And then she's several feet away, leaning heavily on Blaine as she makes her exit, and Finn just has to sit because he doesn't know how to make his feet move. He never got to tell her loved her. Never got to properly introduce her to his parents as his girlfriend, which he had planned on doing at the wedding today. They had already heard him blab on about her for hours on the phone instead of talking to them about his own life, and his mom had been anticipating meeting the girl who stole her son's heart.

He never got to move in with her and love her and care for her like he know she deserves. And it was all his fault, because he's an idiot who let's tiny blonde women half his size manipulate him into cheating on the best thing to ever happen to him.

Finn smacks himself in the forehead because he is seriously the biggest moron on Earth.

And now she's gone.

AN: Well, did you like the end?

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