Sup guys! Here's the next chapter of how to save a life!


"Finn, just right something down."

"I'm trying!"

"No you're not." Rachel groaned in frustration, stomped over to Finn's dinner table and looked over his shoulder; once again finding his paper blank.

"Finn, if you can't simply own up to your mistakes and write them down on a price of paper, I can't help you! You did fine with writing the list of things you did right. How is this any differe-"

"You know what, fine. But can you please step back a little? I need some space." Finn huffed out, picking up his pen again. Obeying his request, the brunette walked away and sat down on his living room couch; picking up a Vogue magazine. After ten minutes, she stood back up and walked to where he was sitting. When she looked over his shoulder yet again, she expected to see only a few bullet notes; not two whole pages worth instead.

Noticing her presence, Finn turned around, the paper in one hand, in which he handed to her; using his other hand to rub the back of his neck.

"I-I know this probably isn't enough." He stammered as she scanned the thoroughly written pages. "But I have more-"

"No." Rachel whispered; shaking her head. Looking up at her, he found her eyes filled with tears. "Finn, is this true?" She pointed at the first bullet of many.

"Yes." He whispered. "This was my first one. My worst mistake ever." He looked at the paper. "I didn't even need to think about it for a long time before I wrote this down because I regret it every single day." He looked down at his lap and frowned. "I shouldn't have let you leave my life; ever." He looked at her. "Of course, starting those drugs to begin with and pushing everyone else away was bad, but... I never got that day out of my mind; the day I let you leave that night. You were my best friend. You were only trying to help me a-and I pushed you away out of fear; fear of you leaving me first instead. That's why I put that first on the list."

Crying, Rachel jumped in his arms and choked back a sob.

"You really mean that?" She whispered.

"Every word." He whispered back. After a few moments of hugging, they pulled back.

"Um.." She sniffled. "Let's examine these other notes, okay?" When he nodded, she grabbed the paper and sat down next to him; reading it over again quietly to herself. Little did she know, Finn was watching; a soft look in his eyes and a small smile on his face.


"Okay Finn. I think we've looked through enough notes for the day." Gathering his papers together, she put the papers in a red folder that was labeled, "Finn's Work in Progress". Then, silently and hesitantly, she reached inside the folder to fetch a card. Turning towards Finn, she bit her lip anxiously and handed it to him. Frowning, Finn took it from her and read it.

Emma Pillsbury: Therapist/ Substance Abuse specialist.
Phone number: 555-2422
"Every step is a journey. You've just got to find a destination worth getting to."

Finn's blood ran cold and he became pale. Noticing this, Rachel grabbed his arm gently.

"Finn?"

"No." He shook his head. "I'm not doing this. I don't need therapy. I'm just fine with the way things are."

"Finn, look at me." When he did, she gave him a small smile and squeezed his arm softly.

"Finn, you know I'm not a professional. Of course I've looked up your condition to figure out how to help, but you need people like her who have a degree in leading you to the right path. I can only do so much, and I'd hate for something bad to happen to you because I didn't send you to a professional. Will to go?" Getting no response, she sighed.

"Well, can you promise me that you'll at least think about it?" Saying this, she pouted looking up at him with her chocolaty brown eyes.

"Pwease Finny?" She pleads again. Smiling slightly, Finn relents and nods.

"Sure Rachie." Squealing, Rachel gave him another hug before sighing, sitting back down on the couch and leaning her head on his shoulder. Remembering something that questioned her, she spoke again.

"Hey Finn?"

"Yeah Rach?"

"Did you know that you called me "baby" twice yesterday?"

Getting no answer, Rachel picked up her head and looked at him; seeing his eyes bug out of his head and his face turn beet red.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." He says quickly; avoiding her gaze. She rose her eyebrows.

"Oh really? Because-"

"Hey, why don't we watch some tv, huh?" He interrupted as he grabbed the remote beside him and turned it on.

Sighing in defeat, Rachel turned towards the tv also; dropping the subject.


Finn sighed and placed the card down on his nightstand for the fifth time before laying in his bed and looking up at the ceiling.

He did what he promised her and thought about it; hard. He had to weigh the pros and cons of this situation; all in which would act as a result of going or not going to a therapist.

He thought about the pros; how going to therapy will help him accept that he has a problem and fix it. Plus, he'd make his family, friends, and most importantly, Rachel, happy.

Then he thought about the cons. He would be forced to open up about his past to a complete stranger he didn't know. He didn't want to sound stubborn, but he didn't like the idea of showing his vulnerability to others; especially strangers. He doesn't know if it's a manly thing or if he just simply doesn't like to be told what he's doing wrong, but he'd be very uncomfortable if he had to lay all of his struggles on the line. Though if he doesn't go, it can harm him, his family, friends and their relationship with him.

Sitting up, Finn reached over and grabbed the Advil and the cup of water beside him. He was already starting to show slight withdrawal symptoms, such as a headache and body pains, so he took the pill in order to pacify the horrendous feeling. He didn't want to tell Rachel, because he knew that he was becoming a burden to her.

Thinking about the petite brunette, Finn smiled. His best friend really put the meaning to the word 'best'. She's always been his rock and he can't think of enough ways he wished he could've thanked her.

Blushing, he thought about what she brought up two days ago. The fact that he called her "baby" and didn't even realize it, scared him. She's only his best friend and calling her things like that would disrupt any renewed form of their friendship. Of course he calls her "Rachie" or "Rach", but he couldn't help but think that the other name fit almost as easily as the others.

He knew he was over crossing; thinking about her as if she was his, but he knew that if he told her how much she really meant to him, she would walk away...again.

So he decided to push it aside; to act like they're only friends and that it's all they're ever gonna be, because he'd hate for them to separate based on what he may or may not feel for her.

He sighed. He just doesn't know what to do anymore.


"Knock, knock."

"Hey, Jessie! Come on in." Rachel greeted as she turned back around to look into her dressing room mirror. "What can I help you with?"

Jessie sat down on her small couch. "Oh nothing. I just wanted to know how you were doing. I heard that you and Finn are reuniting again. How's that going?" He asked; interested.

Rachel smiled. It warmed her heart that after all these years; after all that they've been through, he still cares about her.

They've had a rough relationship in the past. Sure, they dated for awhile in high school, but it stopped once she found out he was her competition for her glee club regionals competition. When he broke up with her, she was heart broken. He tried to explain the real reason why he broke up with her, but she had enough. It wasn't until she was dragged to a party by Kurt that she finally understood.

He was shirtless; half naked actually, with another guy. They were making out and when he saw her, he covered himself up as she apologized profusely and closed the door.

He sat her down the next day and was completely honest with her about who he was; who he loved.

He cried; telling her how much he wishes he could just be honest about who he was. But he knew how homophobic Ohio was; just like she knew since she had two dads.

So they made a pact. They would go off to New York together. Where there were no judgements, nor discriminations. And they would be stars; together.

So that's how they ended up here; in Rachel's dressing room after an emotionally draining rehearsal for "Spring Awakening".

"Well, it's doing ok... I guess." She responded as she pulled out her earrings and placed them on the counter. She turned around.

"I guess?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Did something happen? I mean, did something else happen?"

She sighed. "Well, do you remember when I told you that he relapsed one day and we had a argument?"

"Wait what?!" He screeched. "When the hell did this happen?"

"It was two weeks ago." She said simply as she let him process this. "Anyways, that's not the point. Ever since we made up last week, he's been acting...weird." At this Jessie straightened up and moved to the edge of his seat.

"What do you mean he's been acting weird?"

"Well, for the past few days he's been acting..extra close." He rose an eyebrow.

"How close exactly?"

She blushed and looked down at her hands. "H-He called me "baby" twice on Wednesday." When she didn't get an answer, she looked up and so his eyes wide, mouth open.

"Well. That's pretty close."

"And that's not all. He's been staring at me more lately, and he's always kissing me on the forehead. Do you- do you think that he's starting to like me?"

Jessie exhaled a breath and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, maybe he's acting this way because it's been so long since you guys have been friends again." Rachel frowned as she thought through this alternative. "You know, maybe he's being a little extra clingy because you guys have been apart for so long. Didn't you tell me that Kurt was kind of clingy with you for about a week after you visited Finn at the hospital?" She nodded.

"Yeah...he was."

"Exactly." He smiled reassuringly. "So don't worry about it. Unless..." He suddenly smirked. "You like him."

"What?! N-No! No way, I mean…we're just friends. That's all we'll ever be."

Still smirking, Jessie says sarcastically, "Sure, okay."

"Whatever, so how have you and Sebastian been doing, huh?" She pressed on; smirking. "Do I hear wedding bells ye-" A ring that echoed throughout the room cut off her sentence. Reaching into her bag, Rachel pulled out the phone and looked at the screen; seeing Carole's smiling face on there.

"Hi Carole!" She responded happily.

"Hi sweetie! I hope i'm not intruding. You're not in rehearsal are you?"

"No, no." she shook her head even though the woman on the other line couldn't see it. "I was just cleaning up and talking to Jessie."

"Oh!" She said excitedly. "Can I see him on facetime? You've talked so highly of him during the past few weeks and I haven't even met him yet."

Slightly taken aback, she said slowly, "Sure" before detaching the phone from her ear, pressing the facetime button and handing it to Jessie once her face came through.

"Hi Jessie!" She smiled at his from Rachel's hands. "It's nice to finally meet you! Rachel has talked about you in almost every conversation that we've had together and it's finally nice to put a face to that name!"

Smiling back he says, "It's nice to meet you too Mrs. Hummel. How are you?"

"I'm just fine, sweetie. Much better now, since I don't have to sneak behind Finn's back in order to see Rachel. Speaking of meeting up, Rachel?"

"Yes, Carole?" The brunette asked as she turned the phone towards her.

"I initially called to invite you to our annual thanksgiving dinner! I already contacted your fathers and their just as ecstatic as I am about meeting up. You can bring your boyfriend too."

Chuckling slightly and shaking her head, Rachel says, "Carole, Jessie is-"

"-Is coming to the party. I'd be more than welcome to attend the dinner with my girlfriend. What should I bring?" Jessie cut in, as he grabbed the phone from Rachel. Frowning deeply, the brunette mouthed, "What the hell are you doing!"

Grinning mischievously, the curly haired male lead looked back down at the phone in his hand; listening to the extremely kind lady say that he didn't need to bring anything.

"Okay, well i've got to invite a few more people, but i'll talk to you later Rachel. It was nice meeting you Jessie. Bye!" She waved.

"Bye Carole." Rachel responded with a tight smile before she snattched the phone frm Jessie's hands and pressed the 'end' button.

"Why the fuck would you say that Jessie?!" She screeched; turning towards him. His eyes stretched slightly.

"Wow. Rachel Berry is cursing? Never seen that before."

"This isn't funny St. James." She hissed. "Why did you tell her that we're dating?" Grabbing his jacket from off of the small couch, he turned towards her.

"You wanted to know if Finn likes you more than a friend, right?" Nodding slowly but frowning, Rachel said, "Yes."

He nodded and grinned. " What better way to figure out if Finn likes you than watching him become jealous at his family's thanksgiving dinner?"

She gasped but grinned slightly. "Jessie St. James, you mischievous little.."

"I know." He said confidently as he kissed her on the cheek and left the room.


"Honey, did you make sure to invite Puck and Quinn to the dinner?"

He sighed. "Yes mom, they come every year."

"I know that Finn, but they could've had plans this thanksgiving." Finn sighed again before taking a sip of his beer.

Here he was sitting on is only day off in weeks; listening to his mom go down the line about the things she needed for their "Annual Thanksgiving Dinner". To be honest he just wanted to grab a beer, turn on the TV, and watch NfL. But he couldn't say no to her.

"Anyways, so I already invited Rachel, and her boyfriend Jessie."

"Cool." He simply said, before taking another large gulp of beer. Finally processing what she said, he gasped in air, choking on the beverage and coughing heavily.

"Woah, honey are you okay?" Carole asked frantically through the phone.

Composing himself, Finn ignored the question and choked out the word, "Boyfriend?!"

"Uh, yes Finn." She said, slightly frustrated. "I just talked to them about a half an hour ago. Are you okay? What happened?"

Putting his beer down and placing it on his coffee table he sighed and facepalmed.

"N-Nothing mom. Look, i'll talk to you later. I've got to do something for work." He lied.

"Oh, okay sweetie. I'll talk to you later okay? I Love you."

"Love you too mom." He replied before hanging up.

Sitting on his couch, Finn would've automatically turned on the tv, grabbed his beer again, and propped his feet up on his coffee table, but one single term prevented all of that from happening.

Boyfriend.

He doesn't know who this "Jessie" is, but he knows one thing.

He's hurt and angry to know that Rachel never told him.


There's the chapter guys!

Sorry it's been so long that i've updated on anything really. From studying to finals, I haven't had time.

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