Two days after the funeral life returned to normal for everyone except for Rachel. While everyone went back to school or world Rachel was at home with her thoughts. The longer she was alone the number she became. Rachel looked at her cell phone that he been returned to her by the very handsome officer Davis. It survived the crash with no more than a scratch on the side. It had been turned off since its return so Rachel decided it was time to turn it back on. The moment it was done loading the phone went crazy. Her voicemail was full and 75 text messages. Rachel deleted all the text messages without even opening them. Dialling her voicemail she held her phone to her ear waiting for the prompt to enter her password. Once the password had been entered Rachel intended to delete the voicemails the same as the text messages but his voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Hey babe I just got a call from San are you ok?" she could hear the panic in his voice. " Of course you're not but I'm on my way babe. I love you so much." Rolling her eyes at her phone Rachel deleted the message and started listening to the next one.

"Rach baby I need to talk to you. I am so sorry for everything. Please just please I need you." Listening closely Rachel could hear tears and pain clouding his voice. Rachel quickly deleted the rest of the messages not wanting to hear his pleas or sad stores. Once the phone had been clear she turned it back off and put it in its original place. She knew if she kept it off it would be filled again in a few days but she didn't want to be bothered. Rachel lay down on her bed and just stared at her yellow walls. Rachel can't remember the last time her TV had been on or she used her computer. Rachel had been living in a bubble she created for herself only eating and leaving the room when forced too. She had refused to leave the safety of her room. The longer she was in her room the more she noticed things about it she hated. Staring at the four walls surrounding her she started to develop a hatred for the colour Noah had loved so much. Rachel decided she was sick of the colour and it was time for a change. Getting out of bed she put close on the best she could with a cast of her arm. Once she was dressed Rachel grabbed the keys to her dad BMW and took off for the store. Her car had been totalled and they haven't had time to go buy her a new one. So now Rachel was stuck driving her ads car whenever she needed it. Not that she ever used it. Parking in the first space she could find of the hardware store parking lot, Rachel rushed into the store on a mission. Once everything had been bought and loaded into her car she made her way back home. Parking back in the garage Rachel started to unload everything she needed to change her room. Placing the cans outside of the room the small girl with only one good arm started to prepare her room. Once the room was ready Rachel changed her clothes and brought the cans into her room she started to paint. With each stroke of the roller Rachel could feel her old life fade away. The room had so many memories that were haunting her. Everywhere she looked there was something to remind her of the life she had just a little while ago. Two and a half hours later Rachel's walls were now a deep purple all brightness left behind. The exhaustion finally took over Rachel and she collapsed on her bed. Crawling up the bed she buried her head in the fluffy pillows. As her eyes began to close Rachel prayed for a dreamless sleep. Unfortunately for Rachel that wouldn't be happening.

A very pregnant Rachel stood in the spare bedroom of her house looking around. She was trying to get ideas for her daughter's room.

"Any ideas yet babe?" Noah asked as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around Rachel's every growing belly.

"No nothing. How is it that two very intelligent people cannot come up with ideas for a child's room?" Rachel huffed with her hands on her hips.

"We'll think of something babe don't sweat it." Noah told her as he rubbed his hands over where their daughter had just kicked. "See babe even she's trying to tell you not to worry." Rachel smiled as Noah pressed his lips to the back of her neck.

Rachel's eyes shot open and for the first time since the night her daughter died Rachel let tears fill her eyes. She missed Noah more than she would ever admit and it was killing her. No matter how much she missed him there was no way Rachel could forgive him. Before Rachel had a chance to get out of bed she head the front door opening. Soon she could hear the footsteps of her best friend coming to make sure she was still alive. Walking into the room Santana let out a gasp.

"What happened here?" Santana asked as she looked around the freshly painted walls.

"Needed a change." Rachel just stayed where she was looking at the ceiling not meeting her friends eyes.

"How did you do this with a cast on?" Santana's eyes grew wide. "Did you cut your cast off?" Rachel held up her paint covered cast. The Latina blew out a breath of relief before taking a seat on Rachel's bed. "I brought your school work." Santana pointed to her bag as if to prove a point. Rachel just nodded her head. "There is some other stuff too. Cards from everyone in glee."

"Tell them thanks." Rachel rolled on her side hoping Santana would get the point which of course she didn't.

"He's a mess babe. He just wants to talk to you." At first Santana had been beyond pissed at Noah but then she had talked to him and the anger turned to pity.

Santana was standing at her locker when a dark shadow appeared.

"How is she?" Noah sounded like he hadn't slept in days.

"How do you think she is Puckerman." Santana was in no mood to deal with him. All she wanted to do was get her stuff and get back to the hospital.

"San can I please just talk to you?" She had never heard him sounding so helpless and small.

"You have as long as it takes me to walk to my car and I walk fast." Noah quickly fell into step beside Santana.

"I fucked up San." Santana snorted at the statement. "Q showed up there and we were talking about Beth's birthday." Noah took a deep breath. : I know it's no excuse but I was feeling like shit and you know how I get when I'm like that. She you know I would never hurt Rachel on purpose. I didn't even know about the baby." Noah's eyes were starting to fill with tears. "I am so sorry." The tears turned into sobs and his rambling stopped. "I am so sorry." Santana stopped walking and turned to look at the once strong self-proclaimed badass. "God San I am so sorry. I just need her to know I'm sorry." Noah wrapped his arms around Santana and sobbed into her shoulder. The anger she had felt was starting to slip away. All she felt was pity for the broken boy standing in front of her.

Rachel rolled her eyes not wanting to hear anything about the boy who broke her. Santana continued to tell Rachel about her school day.

"Did you sleep at all?" everyone was concerned with the lack of sleep and eating Rachel was doing.

"Yes Santana I slept." Rachel rolled over facing the other way putting an end to the conversation. Santana just stared at her back for a little before going to her own room leaving Rachel in silence.