Chapter 11: From Being Suspicious to Almost Breaking Down

Sorry for taking forever, I got lazy... but spring break is next week, so I'll write more. I pinky promise.

RACHEL
I knew there was something going on between Kurt and Santana. What it was, I had no idea whatsoever. So i tried to put it out of my head.
On Friday, after glee, I met with Mike and Matt, who are football players and friends of mine. They love to dance and also can sing, so I invited them to join glee. I felt guilty that I had put off telling them to join. I had told Mr. Shue that I'd get two new members to complete our club so we'd have the required 12 members for Sectionals, but with the jumbled emotions and events of the last few days, could you blame me for forgetting?

After speaking and getting their excited promises that they'd talk to Mr. Schue about auditioning on Monday , I left them and went home, exhausted. It had been an emotionally and physically draining day. I couldn't wait to just fall into a dreamless slumber, free of emotion and drama.


The weekend passed quickly. I didn't pay much attention. Come Monday morning, I was feeling better, so I walked through the halls, HBIC smirk in place, hand on my hips, and swaggering through confidently. That is until I saw Finn talking to Noah and Kurt. My steps faltered, but San and Quinn were walking at my sides, so they supported me and helped me move on to my locker.

"Ok Rach, just keep walking..." they murmured in my ear, encouraging me to walk on and away. With their help, I did. What was Noah doing, talking to Finn? And Kurt? What was his part in this? These questions swirled in my head as I went through what I'd just seen once more. Santana and Q helped me get through the morning, distracting me so I would forget all my problems. I was grateful for their help. They are amazing friends...


Once it was lunchtime, I walked out of the classroom towards the cafeteria. By myself. Where was Noah? I started to feel slightly worried, since Noah was always there, waiting for me, with the exception of the time Kurt had come in his place. I arrived, hesitating at the door before putting on my blank mask and going inside. I didn't see any of my friends, but I did see Tina and Mercedes. Everyone was animatedly chatting, gossiping probably, so I walked over to the two girls, intent on finding out what was going on.

"Hey Tina, Mercedes. What's happened? And have either of you seen Noah, Kurt, Santana, Quinn, or Brittany?" I stopped myself from mentioning Finn.

Mercedes smile disappeared. "You haven't heard?"

Oh no. "Heard what?" I looked between my two friends, wanting to know what I'd missed.

Tina looked down, before meeting my eyes, and reaching out for my hand. "There was a fight this morning..."

"Between who?" My voice was barely audible, dreading the answer even though I already knew it.

Mercedes took my other hand as she spoke. "Puck and Finn. They were both suspended. But no one knows for how long yet."

I sank down into the nearest chair. "Are they okay?" I whispered.

Tina answered me this time, saying everyone was saying different things.

I understood why Noah was missing, but where was everyone else?

Tina, remembering my other question, told me that Kurt had left with Finn. Kurt's dad had picked them both up. This news confused me. Then Tina explained that Kurt's dad was engaged to Finn's mom. They were all living together, but the wedding date was yet to be decided.
I thought it strange that Kurt had left out the very important fact that he would be Finn's step brother when I told him what was going on between myself and his soon-to-be-brother.

Mercedes interrupted my ponderings by saying she hadn't seen Quinn, Brittany, or Santana. I thanked them for telling me the news and trying to help me find my disappeared friends.

I quickly got up, walking to the bathroom and ignoring everyone's stares. As soon as I was there, I took out my phone (my Cheerios skirt has a small, inconspicuous pocket, very convenient). I sent a text to all three of my best friends, asking where they were and telling them that we had to talk, it was very urgent.

A minute later, I got a reply from Quinn.

We are in the auditorium. We were just about to text you and find out where you are.

Before I had even thought about what my reply would be, my phone vibrated, signaling that I had received a new message.

Where are you? Do you want us to come to you? Or you could come here, to the auditorium. Your choice.

I quickly answered.

I'll go there. I doubt you'd want to talk here, where I am. See you guys in a few minutes.

I had come to the bathroom to be alone, and think everything over. But, I thought as I walked out and towards the auditorium, I'd probably feel better talking to someone. As I made my way, I started running through the empty halls, feeling the tears welling up in my eyes and threatening to overflow...