(A/N): SECOND UPDATE TODAY (: The next few chapter will be inspired in chapter 170 from After - my favorite fanfic. I hope you like this one, because every story has to have their 'sad' part :'c. Also, as I like to write long stories, I don't know how long this one will be. I guess it will have between 30 or 40 chapters, but I haven't planned anything yet. If anyone could PM me with ideas for the plot twist, I will love you more than I already do!
Rachel's POV
My week without Finn was hell. Literally, hell. I've only met him for a couple weeks, but I felt something so strong about him. Immediately after I closed that damn door I regretted every single word that came out of my mouth. Every one. It's true; things were going way too fast in our relationship, and I needed to know why. I had heard that Finn wasn't like that, and the fact that he wanted to throw his whole reputation to nowhere because of a girl he had just met some weeks ago totally surprised me. I needed some answers, at least why he was behaving like that, so strange, but he turned so cold and nervous, like he was kidding something from me...
"Go on, tell him." I reminded Puck's words and my stomach fluttered. That's the only think which made me doubt about my short but sweet relationship with Finn. Everything was going so well, Finn was sweet - too sweet, and told everything to me. Just that words, Puck encouraging Finn to tell me something I probably should've already known, made me doubt my whole relationship. Yep, insane, but that was me. I doubted every single thing, because I wanted everything to be perfect.
The first day without him, I called Kurt. He was there for me, and was nice and liked almost the same things I did. He asked if he could bring his boyfriend, Blaine, too, and I agreed. I thought we could have a good time, and that would've totally distracted me from Finn. Ugh, Finn. As Kurt had told me they would come at 7PM, and it was only 5:30PM, I decided I had to make my night routine earlier as usual, and headed to the bathroom to take a warm shower, which helped me to loosen my muscles and be a lot less stressful. I had left Finn yesterday, and it wasn't helpful to keep thinking about him... I found myself crying in the shower, so I decided it was a big deal.
*would u give me a makeover instead of watching movies?* I texted Kurt as soon as I finished moisturizing my face. I hoped it wasn't too late, since it was already 6:30PM, and Kurt had told me he liked to always arrive in time.
*sure! we r on our way.* he replied, a minute later.
*DON'T TEXT WHILE DRIVING!* I warned him and opened my closet to pick an outfit. I didn't like anything, so I really hoped Kurt and Blaine would've taken me to the mall. It was the perfect idea to clear up my mind, and I was planning to skip classes the next day, so yeah, basically it would've been the perfect choice.
"Rachel! Your friends are here!" my dad screamed from downstairs, and I hurried to put a dress on and my unsightly but incredibly comfortable new flip-flops. My hair was really nice, because I had put some special products.
"Rachel!" Kurt entered the house and hugged me. I was so happy to have him, even though I had only met him for a really short time. "Dang, girl, you really need a makeover." he teased, looking at my flip-flops.
"I know, I know." I laughed. "So, you're Blaine?" I turned to him.
"Yea, I'm Blaine, nice to meet you." he extended his hand and I just told him to come in, be comfortable, and even hugged me if he wanted. I know, too hurried, but I hated the awkward tension.
"Well, I was planning of going to the hair-styler and then to the mall, to get you a whole new closet. Does that sound good?" Kurt smirked.
"Yes, of course. Can I?" I asked my parents. I hated them being pissed because I didn't ask for permission, blah, blah, so I chose better asking this time, although I didn't know what I should've done if they would've denied.
"Yes. But," Hiram added when he saw me smiling "you should be home before midnight, and I want to see your new look when you come back, okay?"
"Yes, thank you so much!" I hugged both of them, even though I didn't see them very convinced. I quickly went upstairs to change my flip-flops into Toms and grab my purse.
It was really the perfect thing for me to do. I know it was evil, but I wanted to see Finn watching me prettier than ever, and feeling prettier than ever. When I was waiting for the elevator, I heard them talk about a deadline. I wasn't very sure about what was it, or when was the deadline, but I was pretty sure it was about me. I didn't know why Puck was doing that to me. After all, I was the one keeping his little secret about Quinn Fabray.
I ended up adding some blonde highlights to my hair, and curling it at the end. I loved how it looked, and I was sure I would surprise everyone, even myself. I felt so confident, a confidence I had never felt before. It was a new thing to me, but I loved it. At the mall I bought a bunch of new shirts and blouses, some jeans, two skirts, a couple of pairs of shoes and two flawless dresses. It wasn't really that much of money, mostly because I had worked the whole summer to earn a considerable amount of it.
"Thanks so much." I greeted them as I kissed them goodbye.
"It was nothing." they said, almost at the same time, causing us three to laugh. I did have a nice time, and it helped me forget about Finn, and how I had felt on my first day at school without talking to him. Well, I survived two weeks without even waving at him, but we weren't officially a couple.
My dads loved my new look, and congratted me for being such a beautiful person. That's how they said it, even though I didn't feel that way. Yea, I felt sort of prettier today, but now beautiful. But I never felt beautiful, so I didn't know the feeling.
On my second day without Finn, I broke down. I convinced my parents to say home, after some arguments, and I practically spent the whole morning watching sad movies and sobbing. My life was almost perfect. A small detail was besmirching it over there, and it was not that small. It's name was Finn Hudson, and he had entered my life only a month ago, and somehow managed to mess some things up. Some things, because the rest of my life was pretty good. I considered of calling him, many times, but I had made a promise and I was decided I was going to make it until the end. The very end. Five days left, and hopefully all the pain would be gone.
On the third day, I went to school. I entered the corridors feeling a lot less confident I felt two days ago, but I still felt a spark, a strange feeling. I watched some boys' eyes widen after seeing me walking through there with a plain black balloon skirt, and a white blouse, and my hair blonde-ish. My mood got slightly better that day.
On the fourth day, Finn tried to talk to me, but I refused. I wanted to keep my promise, and also my personal promise. The promise that I won't talk to Finn until he told me that big thing he had to, and I knew he had to, because there was proof. Besides that, the day was pretty well. Oh, and I found myself crying on the shower. Again.
On the fifth day, it was finally Saturday. I went to a small coffee shop with Kurt and Blaine, because, to be honest, they were my only company. They gave me some advice, which was helpful. Sort of. I didn't know why, but in every single shower I took, I cried. Maybe because it was the only place where I could be alone. But I had cried these days more than ever, and I couldn't take the situation any longer. They were only two days left, and I forced myself to wait.
On the sixth day, I went to the cinema with Sam, my friend from the other school. We caught up with the high school gossips, and he told me he was seriously considering of changing to McKinley, which made me very happy, because Sam was one of my only friends at Carmel High, since Jesse didn't really let me to talk to many people. He also gave me some advice to get over my temporary 'break-up' but these ones didn't work at all. Anyways, at nigh I texted him thanking him for what he did for me that day.
On the seventh day, I woke up in the best mood as possible. It was the day when I could finally speak to Finn again. At 2PM, I would finally be able to hear him saying whatever he had to say, if he dared to. I would be finally able to hear his raspy voice again. He told Puck to tell me he thought it would be a good idea to go to Finn's house, the three of us, and when it was 2PM we would go back to normal. Luckily I wore some amazing clothes that day, so if I had to meet his family, I would make a good impression.
After lunch, we three stared at the clock like retarded people, until it was finally 2 o' clock. Finn gently told Puck to leave the room, and said to me:
"Look, Rachel, this week has been hell to me, but, before we say something about it, I have something important to tell you."