Title: Heaven
Pairings: Faberrittana.
Summary: When they were still children, it used to be Q, R, S and B. But now that they are in high school, they are known as The Unholy Trinity and Rachel Berry. Rachel, feeling abandoned by her best friends, tried to move on with a positive outlook. The Unholy Trinity, fed up with the guilt and the ache of missing Rachel, finally decided to mend their broken friendship with the girl. Separated by their differences, will they be able to get back how they used to be? What if the Unholy Trinity wanted more than just friendship from Rachel?
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine.
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Chapter 12
"S, remind me again why we are here—hiding in your father's car, parked in the dark corner of the street and creeping on Rachel's house?" Quinn hissed from the passenger seat.
"Something's up, okay? I can feel it."
"That's it? That's the best you've got?"
"Look, I can't explain what exactly is up. But I have a bad feeling about tonight. Rachel lied when she said it was her dad on the phone."
"What are you talking about, San?"
"She wasn't talking to her dad but they were talking about him though. She mentioned a 'Bry'. That's the name of the caller."
"Okay. So she lied about the identity of her caller. That doesn't explain why we're acting like creeps."
Santana sighed, "Rachel mentioned that she was going to be somewhere tonight and my super amazing psychic power is telling me that we should follow her."
"That joke isn't funny, S. At all."
The Latina rolled her eyes and puff in exasperation, "I'm not joking, okay?"
"But it's like," Quinn looked at her wrist watch, "almost 11. We've been waiting here for almost two hours. It's waayy past her bedtime. I doubt she—"
Quinn stopped herself when the front door of the Berry household opened and Rachel came out. She was wearing a black leather jacket paired with jeans and black boots, with a red helmet on her hand.
"You were saying, Q?"
"Shut up."
The trio watched as Rachel walked in to their garage and pushed a red bike towards the street. They crouched down as Rachel seemed to look around her before she mounted on her bike, put on her helmet and drove away. Santana quickly started the car's engine when the bike was in decent distance before following Rachel.
After a half an hour drive, the girls found themselves parked around a corner (again), watching as Rachel walked towards a big guy before entering an old, beat up building. They were located in a deeper part of the city—dark, dirty and creepy. It didn't take a genius to know that bad things happen there and none of the girls were quite comfortable being in the area.
And the fact that Rachel seemed to be familiar with the place made them anxious.
"What is this place?" Quinn asked as she stared at the door that the diva disappeared in to.
"I've never been in this part of the city. This place creep me out," Brittany said with a shudder as she fidgeted on her seat, "Why did Rachel come here?"
"It's the Underground," Santana answered quietly, her gaze locked straight ahead.
The two blondes turned their heads on the Latina, confused.
"What?" they both asked in unison.
Santana released a deep breath and ran a hand on her hair. It made sense now. This would explain the bruises on Rachel's body. She was almost sure there was one time that she saw the tiny brunette limping in school although nobody would notice unless they would look closer—yes, Santana stared at Rachel sometimes. Or most of the time.
"San?"
The Latina shook her head and released another sigh, "It's the Underground," she repeated, "It's...it's a fight club."
"A fight club? Seriously?"
"Oh no, Q. I'm totally fucking with you."
Quinn scowled at her girlfriend and crossed her arms, not liking the sarcasm lacing on her voice. She was about to retort when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Brittany's calming eyes. She huffed in resignation before raising her hands in mock surrender.
Brittany tried to placate her two girlfriends. She didn't like the sudden tension that was surrounding the car. The three of them had been on edge the moment Rachel stepped out of the house in the middle of the night. And the further Rachel led them deeper in to the city, the more tensed the got that they couldn't even engage in small talk without getting in to each other's nerves.
The idea of Rachel getting involved in a fight club was the final draw. It was far beyond their list of possibilities. Unlike Brittany, her two girlfriends were never good at dealing with stress especially when it involved emotions. And no matter how much they love each other, they had their moments where they just want to tear each other's head off.
"We should go in there."
"We should, B...but we can't unless we're ready to have a physical smack down with musclemen...or women."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Quinn asked, irritated. Her feet were itching to get out of the car and burst through that door then drag Rachel away from that place.
Santana rolled her eyes, "It's a rule, okay? Once you stepped inside, you are automatically entered in to the list of fighters. Which meant you will need to enter the ring and fight. No excuses."
"Oh," Brittany murmured, her lips forming an 'O' shape as she absorbed the information in her head.
"Yeah. Oh."
"And you know all of these because?" Quinn asked suspiciously, "And don't even say that you're a Lopez because I got that already. And quite frankly, it's getting tiring," she quickly added.
Again, the eye roll but the Latina remained silent.
The two blondes watched as the gears on their girlfriend's head turn. Quinn arched her brow while Brittany frowned as they waited for Santana to talk. They didn't fail to notice that she seemed to be trying to formulate what to say to them in her head.
"Don't even try lying, Santana," Brittany chastised.
Oohh. Complete name. That always, always worked on Santana especially if it came from the tall blonde. She fidgeted on her seat; the look that her girlfriends were giving her was making her feel uneasy. Finally, she groaned in resignation, "Fine. I may or may not have been there once."
"Explain please."
The Latina winced. She didn't need to look at her girlfriends to know that Quinn was now channeling her inner bitch while Brittany was narrowing her eyes at her.
"I...Oh fuck it!" Santana groaned, "It happened last year, okay? Remember the time when everything was so fucked up and the three of us weren't talking because of...you know," she explained, her arms flailing around, "I was really upset and lost and...hurt."
Quinn and Brittany were silent as they went on a mini trip to memory lane—the time when their feelings for each almost cost them each other.
"I had no one to turn to at that time. I felt so lost and, well, you know how I am when I get all emotional and shit. I hate feeling that way and Rach-" Santana paused as she realized what she was about to say.
Rachel was the only person who had always kept her grounded once her violent side comes out. It was Rachel who would stand tall—as tall as she could—with all her stubbornness and determination to keep the Latina in control.
And with Rachel gone in her life, Santana was at a loss. She didn't know how to handle the situation with the two blondes back then. She was scared and just really angry with everything and everyone.
So, just like when they were still kids, she resorted to violence—anything to take away the emotional hurt she was feeling. Heck, she could have all her bones broken and she wouldn't even care...as long as the pain in her heart disappeared.
And just like that, something clicked in her brain. Her eyes grew wide, her mouth opened slightly as she quickly sat up straight.
"Oh my God."
"S? What is it?" Quinn asked, confused and alarmed at the sudden change in her girlfriend's demeanor.
"Oh my God," Santana repeated as she bumped her forehead over and over again on the steering wheel mumbling 'it's our fault' like a chant.
"Hey S, talk to us. You're freaking me out," Quinn said shakily as she gently grabbed Santana's hand.
Santana looked up, her eyes shining with unshed tears, surprising the blondes, "It's our fault, Q. We did this to Rachel."
"San, baby, you're not making any sense."
"Don't you get it, B? We are the reason Rachel is in there right now. We pushed her to get involved in fight club," Santana exclaimed, turning her head to the old building, "I get it now. Rachel and I...We have always been similar in that way. That's why we understood each other when we were kids. Remember those times whenever we feel threatened or hurt, we go to defensive mode and we end up hurting ourselves? It was our escape. Somehow it made us feel better."
"But San, I don't remember Rachel getting all violent the way you did. I mean, she was never the one to start a fight."
Santana sighed, shaking her head, "No. It was different back then. She had us."
"Oh..." escaped from Quinn's lips as realization dawned on to them.
Brittany slumped back to her seat in defeat, "Oh wow. We really messed her up, didn't we?"
"We're monsters. Heartless bitches. I mean, we had a major argument and we stopped talking for weeks and I ended up here. Rachel was bullied, laughed at, insulted and slushied by us—her supposedly best friends—for two years! Two fucking years!"
The car was engulfed in silence as they let the revelation sunk in. Guilt devoured their hearts, they sat motionless as images of Rachel covered in slushie and being the center of humiliation invaded their minds.
Santana was right. It was their fault.
"I...I didn't think it would come to this...I-I mean Rachel had always been tough and..and...she...", Quinn stammered. She knew there was no excuse with their past actions towards the diva but she was too overwhelmed that she couldn't help but make an excuse. And she failed. Badly, "Oh God. We have to go in there. We have to check if she's okay. She's already hurt pretty bad. She—"
"Is that Alex?" Brittany interrupted Quinn's worried rambling as she pointed out the window.
Quinn and Santana looked up straight and noticed a familiar tall brunette walking towards the building entrance. They watched as the barista talked to the same man that Rachel talked to before entering the building.
"What is she doing here?" Quinn frowned.
Santana let out a humorless laugh, "Of course she knows about this. No wonder she wasn't that bothered when she came to pick Rachel up at the house the other day."
"What do we do now?" Brittany asked quietly.
Instead of answering, Santana got out of the car and started her way towards the building. She could hear the two girls getting out of the car as well, calling after her.
"S! What the hell?!" Quinn exclaimed as she grabbed the Latina's arm, halting her from her movement, "Where do you think you're going?"
"Where do you think? You said so yourself. We have to check on Rachel. I'm going in there," Santana announced, determination in her face. She tried to break free of the shorter blonde's hold but the grip only tightened.
"No, Santana. You're not going in there. We are."
"But Q—"
"No, San. Quinn is right. We're not letting you go in there alone. Quinn and I were in this too. You don't have to put everything in your shoulders and carry it all by yourself."
Santana sighed as she stared at her girlfriends before nodding reluctantly, "Fine."
The two blondes smiled and Santana couldn't help but return the gesture. The trio then proceeded to walked towards the guard in a way that they usually do when they stepped into the halls of McKinley.
Except this time, Santana was in the middle. Because this was her thing. This was her expertise.
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A few minutes later...
"Why won't you let us in?!" Santana exclaimed as she angrily flail her arms towards the building. She wasn't expecting this to be so tough. It's been twenty minutes and the three still had no luck. They tried sweet talking, flirting—even went as far as Quinn running her hand across the man's buff, hairy chest (which was bare since the man was only wearing a leather vest that was left open) while her girlfriends tried their best not to cringe at the bold move from the Head Cheerio. And Quinn felt her skin crawl with every second. However, Bruno—that was his name—just won't budge. Damn it!
Bruno smirked, roaming his eyes on the girls, "Seriously? Look at you."
The trio looked at themselves and frowned. So they may be wearing dresses and heels that hugged every curve in their body because when they went out tonight, they were under the pretense that they were going to another high school party. Of course they failed to mention to their parents that they were actually about to check—not stalk, really—the diva to see what's up with her.
"So yeah. Not gonna happen ladies. Go party somewhere else. This isn't a place for you kids, especially girls like you."
"Girls like us? What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" Santana snapped, making a move to attack the muscled man but was held back by her girlfriends.
"S, no. Picking a fight with him will only lessen our chance of getting in," Quinn hissed at the Latina's ear, effectively calming her down. A little.
Brittany squared her shoulders and cleared her throat, slowly making her way towards Bruno, "Mister," she started, her voice soft and sweet, "you see, we have a friend inside there that might be in trouble. We just want to check if she's alright. After that, we'll be out of your face. Please," she pleaded, this time there was sincere desperation in her voice. She wanted to see Rachel so badly that she would even consider kneeling in front of this man just so they could take a peek on the diva. Their conversation in the car had hit her hard and broke her heart. She had never been ashamed of herself as much as she was now—not even when she was being bullied during childhood.
Bruno took in the tall blonde before answering, "I can't."
Brittany looked crestfallen, looking down at her feet. She felt the presence of her girlfriends on either side of her, wrapping their arms around her.
If anybody asked, Bruno would totally deny that he had gone soft at the sight of these girls, "You know, I may or may not know that on the left side of this building, there's a stair leading to the basement. If you can get yourself in there, there's a small window inside with a good view of the fight."
The trio's eyes lit up and smiled at Bruno, their eyes shining with unshed tears of gratitude.
"Thank you," Brittany whispered.
"Don't mention it," Bruno said sternly and met each of the girls' eyes, "Ever."
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Santana had always been thankful for learning how to pick a lock but she had never appreciated it as much as she did tonight. She, Quinn and Brittany were able to enter the basement with no problem at all. From the inside, they could practically hear the screaming and cheering from the other side of the room. The room was dark, only illuminated by a small bulb and the light coming from the window that they assumed to be the one with a good view of the fight.
However, said window was located a little too high for any of them to reach. So using the skills and strength they had learned from cheering, Santana and Brittany effortlessly lifted Quinn up until she was face to face with the window. The Head Cheerio scrunched her face as she wiped the dust that had accumulated the glass. Once it was clear, she gasped with what she saw.
Bruno was right. This window had a good view of the fight. Actually, it was perfect—except for the sight of Rachel fighting in the middle of the ring. It was making her knees weak and she held on to the window for support.
"Q! Stop shaking before you fall on your ass!"
"What do you see?" Brittany asked silently, her tone tinged with worry as she noticed the look on her girlfriend's face.
However, Quinn couldn't seem to comprehend what the girls were saying as her eyes never strayed from the sight in front of her. It was painful to watch but she couldn't get her eyes away from the tiny brunette swinging her fists and dodging punches. Quinn's heart would skip a beat every time Rachel would take a hit and sigh in relief when the diva would successfully evade a flying fist or a kick.
"Quinn!"
"Q!"
"What?!" Quinn hissed looking down at her girlfriends.
"What do you see?!" Santana snapped. She was feeling more anxious with every second spent that Quinn continued staring wide eyed at the window instead of answering Brittany's question the first time.
"It's Rachel. She's in the ring."
"What? I wanna see!"
Quinn went deaf again as she turned her gaze back to the fight. Why wasn't it over yet? Were they waiting for one of them to get killed? At that thought, the Head Cheerio shuddered; her knees wobbled causing Santana's and Brittany's hold to shake and the three of them stumbled to the floor, with Quinn on top of the two as they attempted to catch their falling captain.
"Ow!"
"Shit!"
"The fuck Q!"
"Shit! I'm so sorry!" Quinn apologized in a rush as she got up and helped her two girlfriends on their feet.
"What the hell was that?" Santana asked incredulously as she and Brittany brushed off the dust from their dresses.
"Sorry," Quinn said, a sheepish, embarrassed smile on her lips, "I was just thi—"
Quinn was interrupted by the loud cheering from the other side of the room. The trio looked at each other, sharing the same thought.
The fight was over.
With quick movements, Quinn was once again hoisted up towards the small window to check the result of the match. Her rapid heartbeat slowed down a bit when she saw Rachel limping out of the ring; her opponent lying unconscious on the mat. Her eyes once again found the tiny brunette who was now talking to a small group of people that she was very acquainted with. And then Rachel was walking away towards to what she assumed as the exit.
"Quinn?"
"Put me down," Quinn said hastily.
Confused, Santana and Brittany lowered Quinn to the ground. They followed the shorter blonde as she quickly made her way towards the exit.
"Q, what's up?" Santana called, grabbing Quinn's arm before she could open the door.
"I saw Puck in there!"
"Puck? I knew it! That—"
"And Jesse and Alex."
"Oh of course! Those two—"
"...and Daddy Lee."
"I'm sorry. Did you just say Daddy Lee?"
"Yes, S."
Silence.
"As in...Leroy Berry?" Brittany asked hesitantly.
"Yes, B. As in Rachel's dad."
Another silence
"W-what? How? Why?"
"I don't know, B..." Quinn answered quietly, shaking her head, "I really don't. But we have to hurry. I think they were about to leave."
With that, the trio got out of the room and hurriedly made their way to the front of the building. From afar, they could see Alex and Rachel talking. But from the expression on the two brunette's face, it looked more like they were arguing.
Curious, they looked at each other and started their way to the duo's direction, stopping a few feet away from them. They couldn't hear the conversation but once Alex and Rachel made a move towards the diva's bike, Santana decided to let their presence known.
"Fight club, huh? I would have never guessed."
Okay. That was probably not a good way to say 'hello' to them—especially when Rachel turned around and faced them, her eyes wide in shock, her mouth opening and closing, struggling to utter a word.
The trio would have found it amusing since it's very rare that a Rachel Berry could be rendered speechless. However, the situation didn't deemed it appropriate so they remained motionless, the three of them wearing the same curious, concern and serious looks on their faces.
They had their eyes set on the beat up, bloody girl in front of them. It took all of them not to fawn over the small brunette who seemed to look even smaller and frail with her current state. But of course, they knew better. They were aware of their current position on the diva's life—just some girls that Rachel used to know. And looking at her, they couldn't help being devoured by the guilt they were feeling now.
It was even worse looking at the damage they had caused than just realizing it for the first time.
Brittany anxiously gnawed on her lip as she assessed the situation. She really wanted to give Rachel a hug, carry her bridal style towards their car away from this place and not give a fuck with everything else. She would bandage her up like what they did to her a few nights ago and not leave her side, like ever.
But the tall blonde didn't think it would be an acceptable course of action since she could see how Rachel's body stiffened at the site of her and her girlfriends. She didn't want to freak the tiny brunette out. Or worse, rile her up and get a verbal lashing from the small girl...again.
Quinn's lips tightened on a straight line. Out of the three of them, she probably had the strongest urge to thrust her body towards Rachel and then burst in to tears. Because, let's face it, the weight on the damaged they had caused Rachel felt heavier on her shoulders. She was the Head Cheerio. She could have done something to stop the bullying. But instead, she initiated it with Santana and Brittany.
But you know what the worst feeling was? It was the fact that when they were kids, it was Quinn who needed the most saving and Rachel was there. She was always there. Every. Fucking. Time.
Quinn kept her face straight but deep inside, her heart was crying for the tiny diva.
Santana's mind involuntarily traveled back to memory lane at the sight of the diva. She remembered those times when she would start a fight, get beat up only to be saved by Rachel and then they would come home, both their clothes dirty with bruises and cuts on their faces. They would get punished by Rachel's dads but they would just laugh it off once the Berry men turned their backs. Then after a week or two, they would come home with the same state, dirty and bruised but wearing smiles on their faces.
Back then, the two of them always had each other's back. Always. Well, it was more like Rachel always had her back. And with that thought, Santana felt a tug on her heart.
Rachel always had her back, she repeated in her thought. But Santana? She had turned her back on the diva. For every cuts and bruises that tiny brunette had on her face and body, Santana couldn't help but think that she should be sharing them with Rachel. Like how it used to be.
And the tug on her heart intensified.
Fucking guilt.
Before any of them could say anything...
"Rachel Barbara Berry! Come back here!" A loud booming voice interrupted the tension among the people involved. Leroy Berry came out, his feet stomping heavily on the ground, followed by a frantic Jesse. The Berry man came to a halt and mirrored his daughter's reaction once his eyes landed on the three very familiar girls that weren't supposed to be there at all.
"Oh dear," Leroy managed to utter, his anger towards Rachel momentarily forgotten, "What are you girls doing here?"
Santana was about to open her mouth when Alex's voice stopped her.
"Rachel!"
They all turned to see the tiny brunette collapsed on Alex's arms, unconscious.
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"Stalk much?" Alex commented with a raised eyebrow that would challenge Quinn's.
Santana and Quinn both sneered at Alex out of impulse. Because yeah, when the tall barista talked, they seemed to go on defense mode no matter if they were at fault. Brittany was better at keeping her cool except that one time a few days ago. And Alex? Well, she seemed to really know how she could affect them and never ever had she failed at riling them up.
The three of them were now sitting at the Berry's living room after Rachel freaked them all out when she suddenly fainted, Alex catching her before she could hit the ground. So now, they found themselves awkwardly sitting there with the Berry men and Alex while Rachel was upstairs, sleeping—and they were so thankful that Rachel was going to be fine. Jesse had been wise enough to avoid the awkward conversation and decided to call it a night—or morning. While Puck, well, he realized that he had enough beating for the night and would 'see' the girls on Monday. For all they knew, the Mohawk boy was dreading for the possible confrontation on Monday. Whatever. They would deal with him soon.
The trio had just finished telling them how they ended up on that shitty part of the city, which led to Alex's reaction a few minutes ago. Why was she ever there anyway? This had nothing to do with her. However, they had more pressing matters to deal with, like the stern looks that the Berry men were giving them.
"So...not only that you eavesdrop on a very private conversation," Leroy started, staring at Santana who had the decency to look guilty and ashamed, "You also, I would say stalk, like how Alex put it," this time his eyes went to the barista who was giving him a lazy grin, "but that would seem to be such a big word so I would go for follow. And though we understand your concern towards Rachel, following her could have gotten you in danger. Bad things happen in that area."
"And with what you girls are wearing, I'd say you would most likely attract half of the hooligans if only they weren't so busy watching people kill each other in that ring—which I still don't understand why some people find it so entertaining," Hiram chimed in, narrowing his eyes on his husband who only looked at him as if to say 'What?'.
"Anyway, we honestly don't know how to explain all of these to you, girls. I know you probably think we are bad parents for letting Rachel do this but we never wanted this for our daughter either. It's just that—"
"Daddy Lee," Quinn interrupted, "Please. Don't stress yourself about this. You don't owe us any explanation and I believe everyone would agree when I say that you are not bad parents. The girls and I have known you half our lives, almost like second parents to the three of us," Yes, that guilt was certainly eating Quinn alive as she utter those words. These men were so good to them and what did they do in return? They broke their only daughter's heart. They deserve to burn in hell. And 'Daddy Lee'? Really? She really had the nerve to still call him that, "and we're sure that whatever it is, you have a good reason behind everything that's happening to Rachel."
"And we will never say a word. To anyone. At all," Brittany reassured, looking at the Berry men before casting her eyes downward as if contemplating what she was about to say next, "We know we haven't been around much. And...there's really no excuse for our absence. We've done things that we are not really proud of and we regret them, like, big time. And—"
"B," Santana stopped the taller blonde's ranting, placing a hand on her arm, as if sensing what her girlfriend was supposed to say. And though she wanted to confess to the Berry men about Rachel—despite the fact that the idea scared her shitless, she also believed that tonight wouldn't be the best time for that. They already had a rough night as it was, "I think we should reserve that part on another day."
Brittany looked at Santana, and then to Quinn who seemed to be silently telling her that she agreed with the Latina. Brittany nodded and turned her eyes back to the two men who were now wearing identical look of confusion, "Well, I guess we'll talk about that part some other time. I just...we just want you to know that...we still care, Da—Mr. Berrys."
Hiram raised an eyebrow while Leroy did a double take when the not so familiar formality came out of the blonde's lips. The girls had never called them that since...well, ever, actually. They had been calling them Daddy Lee and Daddy H ever since.
"Well," Leroy started after an awkward pause, "whatever 'that part' you're talking about seemed to be...really serious if it had gotten you to call us Mr. Berry."
"Which sounded really...strange to my ears," Hiram piped in.
"Oh, you have no idea how serious," Alex mumbled the same time as Hiram talked.
"And you have a good idea about it?" Leroy asked, sending Alex a suspicious glance, apparently hearing what the tall brunette said.
Alex stared back at Leroy, her face blank and unblinking. Her and her big mouth, "Okay. Time to go to bed," with that, she was up from the couch and out of the living room without waiting for a response.
The five remaining occupants were once again engulfed in an uncomfortable silence, each of them aware of the tension in the air.
"Mr. Berry," Santana began, breaking the silence.
"Still weird to hear that," Hiram mumbled.
Quinn mentally rolled her eyes because, apparently, she was the only one who wasn't in her right mind to call Leroy, 'Daddy Lee'.
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"We know this isn't our business and we shouldn't have followed Rachel," Santana continued, "and I don't know about Q and B, but I would never apologize for it because what happened tonight made me realize a lot of things. And it only made me more determined to get Rachel," she paused as she realized what she just said, "I mean, to fix our rela—friendship with Rachel. Yeah. Friendship."
"Well, that's good to know, girls. We don't really know what happened between you four. Rachel won't say anything which was just...unnerving. It wasn't like her," Hiram said, his eyes sad and tired.
"She hasn't really been herself since she stepped foot in high school. We tried but she just won't talk to us. I'm sure if there's anyone who could get past her barriers, it would be you three. She could open up to you in a way that she could never do to us. I guess there are things that teenagers are more comfortable talking to their friends that their own parents."
And that guilt? Yep. It had definitely eaten the girls alive.
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The trio headed to one of the guest rooms as soon as they said their goodnights to the Berrys. That conversation was something they didn't want to happen again. They didn't dare to wonder what it would be like once they told Rachel's dads that it was them that had caused Rachel to become emotionally withdrawn.
Yeah. Definitely not looking forward to it. Don't get them started with their own parents.
They chose the room nearest to Rachel's since it had, if they remembered correctly, the bigger bed between the two guest rooms. Quinn turned the knob and was surprised to see Alex sitting on the bed, creepily staring at the wall.
"Oh sorry. We didn't know this was already occupied," Quinn said, surprising even herself at the lack of hostility in her tone even if she was disappointed that, not only was the room with the bigger bed but also the room just beside Rachel's, was now occupied by Alex.
The three of them were about to turn around if not for Alex talking.
"It's not," Alex said evenly, "I'm not that inconsiderate," she turned her eyes on the trio as she said the last word.
"Why are you here then?" Santana asked, ignoring the silent accusation from the barista.
Alex sighed and stood up, facing the girls, "I want to talk."
"If this is about Rachel—"
"Of course this is about Rachel," Alex interrupted Brittany but her tone didn't hold any malice in to it. She was actually being conversational—like a normal human being should be. What? She was tired, "When it comes to the four of us, it will always be about Rachel."
"That is true," Quinn agreed, her voice calm. It seemed that the four of them had silently agreed to have a temporary ceasefire for tonight.
"What about Rachel?" Brittany asked as she passed by Alex to sit down on the bed. She was soon followed by Santana while Quinn remained standing, having a staring contest with the barista.
"I just hope you won't give Rachel a hard time about this. She's already been through enough as you already know. I don't think she could handle more especially if it involved you three."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"
"San..."
Santana looked at Brittany incredulously before rolling her eyes and slumping on the bed.
"Look, I didn't mean to offend you...for now," Alex added and fought the urge to grin when it was Quinn's turn to roll her eyes, "We all know what you are—were to Rachel. And it may not seem like it, but you still have a major effect on her. Her world used to revolve around you three, and I guess, unconsciously, it still does right now. And believe me, I tried to put some sense in to her but she just won't budge. I never really understood what she saw in you."
This time, Alex didn't hold back a chuckle when Quinn groaned. She didn't have to glance at the other two girls to know the displeased look on their faces as well.
"Anyway, my point is—"
"Yeah. We got your point. And don't worry. We won't say a word about this until Rachel's ready," And Quinn meant that. She would make sure that her two girlfriends were on the same page as her too. Although she was dying to know this side of Rachel, and even if they already had a pretty good idea what had led Rachel in to this, she was aware that the three of them were not in the right place to question the tiny brunette. It would take a lot of hard work to get Rachel to open up but it's something that they were more than willing to do. Rachel was worth it. She would always be worth it.
"I'll take your word for it, Fabray. Because after tonight, I'm sure this is going to be the last time Rachel will ever set foot in the ring for a long time. And knowing Rachel, she would be emotionally stressed without it. And that's something I'm not really looking forward to seeing."
With that, Alex started towards the door. Before she walked out, she turned over her shoulder and said, "By the way, this conversation never happened."
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Later that night, a door being opened and silent footsteps were heard across the hallway. There were hushed whispers and then there was a sound of another door creaking open.
The trio found themselves in Rachel's bed room. Quinn and Santana were lying down on either side of the brunette while Brittany was sitting on the foot of the bed. They watched her sleep for a few minutes before they each gave the sleeping diva a kiss on the forehead and got up.
"Good night, Rach. I'm so sorry for everything," Quinn whispered, her voice thick with emotions before planting another kiss on the corner of Rachel's lips.
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Author's Note:
I know I suck, like, big time. This is longest time that I didn't update. Forgive me? I've been really distracted with a lot of things and had a major case of writer's block, thus, this chapter was shorter than the usual uploads. I'll make it up to you next time. This chapter was more of a filler of some sorts. I didn't want you to think that I had abandoned this fic.
I just want to say thanks for the reviews and favorites and alerts! It was very overwhelming and I really appreciate the support. Again, I'm sorry for the long wait and this chapter isn't even much. But I hope it isn't such a disappointment.
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