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Chapter Fourteen: Party Crasher
Hiram arrived home before his husband that night, despite the fact that he had been late for work that morning, and didn't waste a second before heading to his daughters room to check up on her. When he opened the door, she was listening to the Funny Girl soundtrack, which in Hiram's opinion was a very good sign.
"Sweetheart?" He asked softly as he pushed open the door. Rachel lifted her head off of the pillow and he could see tear stains on her cheeks. He could only hope that they were the tears of a fresh breakup as he entered the room. "Did you speak to him today?"
"Yes, Papa," Rachel replied solemnly, staring out of the window. "I broke up with him. We're done." He let out the breath he had been holding as he sat on the corner of her bed and pat her legs reassuringly.
"This is for the best, Rachel. You know it is. In about eight weeks you'll be heading to Oberlin, and I'm sure this boy's scholarship is just as important. You don't want anything to get in the way of that, do you?"
She shook her head sadly, her voice hollow with the sting of a fresh break up. "No, Papa. Of course not."
"Good girl," he said affectionately, "And now Daddy never has to know about this morning." Nodding her head, she leaned over to place a kiss on his cheek as he smiled and basked in his daughter's attention.
"Thanks, Papa."
"Now you relax and get some rest, tomorrow is a big day. I know you're probably still upset, so how about I buy us some dairy-free Italian Ices? Is your favorite flavor still Rainbow?"
"You know it, Papa." She said with a small smile on her face, despite the lingering sadness in her tone. He nodded and turned to walk out of the room when Rachel called him back. "Papa?"
"Yes, Darling?"
"I love you," she said, in that sweet, affectionate way that made his heart swell with love.
"I love you too, Angel. Now you sit back and relax while Papa takes care of everything." He walked out of the room and headed to his car to get his Princess some tasty treats while Rachel sat on her bed, waiting to hear his car roar to life. When she was sure that he was gone, she pulled out her cell phone and immediately called Finn.
"Finn? Yeah it's me," she said, making sure that no sound could be heard in the house before she continued. "I got us covered. My dads have no clue."
Graduation was just as boring as Rachel had imagined it to be; the weather was sweltering inside of the gym where it was being held, and the sea of bright red was practically scalding her eyes as she stared out at all the other seniors in the crowd. Kurt was a few rows behind her and she craned her neck to find her fathers, spotting them immediately by Burt Hummel and Blaine, who came out to support his boyfriend. While Principal Figgins was droning on about achievement and success she thought about her best friends' relationship, and Kurt's plans for college in New York. They were fully committed to staying together through the long distance, and Rachel both commended and respected them for that. It didn't sound easy, but when was love ever simple?
Her train of thought inevitably led her to Finn, and she wondered what life would be like next year when she was in New York as well. Would Finn still want to be with her if she was half way around the country? Would their love affair be something short and passionate or long and arduous?
Would he entertain the possibility of going with her?
She couldn't think about those things at the moment, however, since her name was being called to go on stage. She pushed all thoughts of Finn to the side as she marched up to Miss Pillsbury and got her diploma, feeling victorious as she smiled at the crowd. She had done it; she had survived the torture known as high school and was now completely free from the clutches of WMHS. It felt truly satisfying as she returned to her seat and held the little scrap of paper in her hands. Sure, her real diploma was being mailed home and this was nothing but a fake slip of paper, but it was a symbol. It meant something. It was proof that Rachel had endured four years of agony and came out unscathed, mature, and ready to face the world.
Now that she had her freedom, she was never looking back.
The ceremony ended a little after noon, and the party wasn't starting at her house until 3, so she had a little time to relax before getting ready. Her dads, her Aunt Rebecca, and Burt Hummel were all standing in the parking lot looking proud while Rachel, Kurt, and Noah posed for pictures. Noah was grumbling the entire time, even though she knew that he was secretly thrilled to graduate and escape the halls of McKinely forever.
"This shit is lame," he grumbled under his breath while they posed for the tenth picture in a row.
"Just relax, Noah, it won't take too much longer." She grit through a tight picture-perfect smile as their parents snapped away, oblivious to their discomfort. "Then we just have to suffer through the party this afternoon."
"Fuck that shit, I ain't going," he replied as Blaine and Kurt started to pose for pictures together. "You think I want to stand around with all those puffy old men and tight-ass women all day long? I would rather clean the piss out of kiddie pools." She turned to her fathers and Aunt Rebecca, infuriated.
"How come Noah doesn't have to go to the party and I do?" She cried indignantly, wishing that she had the afternoon off to spend it with Finn. Her fathers looked at her sternly before answering.
"Because we're throwing the party in your honor, dear. Noah was invited of course, but what he chooses to do isn't our concern. Don't worry, you'll have Kurt and Blaine there." She sighed deeply, knowing that it wasn't enough. There was only one person who she wanted to see at that party, and she knew that he would never get an invitation in a million years.
Resigned to her boring fate, Rachel said goodbye to her friends and her lucky cousin before leaving to get ready for the party. Her Dads spent the afternoon decorating the backyard while she sat in her room, staring at her fake diploma in misery. Wasn't this supposed to mean something? Didn't this paper make her an adult now? If it did, then why did she still feel so childish? She sighed to herself and finished getting ready, frowning when she heard the first guests arriving. Putting on her most vibrant fake smile, she went downstairs and played the part of the perfect daughter all afternoon while inside she was screaming for freedom.
By four o'clock, her spacious backyard was filled with people in suits and cocktail dresses, holding glasses filled with amber liquor and laughing at jokes that Rachel couldn't understand. Her parents were card carrying members of the Democrat party, so she had to endure countless debates about health care and national defense while nursing her non-alcoholic pina colada. Kurt and Blaine were just as bored, but at least they had one another as they sat on Rachel's deck swing together, Blaine's head resting on Kurt's shoulder. She didn't want to interrupt their tender moment, so she sipped on her drink and tried to blend into the crowd as much as possible while staying close to her dads, who loved to show her off.
"Stewart!" Her Papa yelled, waving his arms in the air to grab someone's attention as a tall man in a gray suit approached them. He was older than her dads, but he had a full head of snowy white hair that was perfectly coiffed as Hiram and Leroy shook his hand. "We're so glad you could come!"
"Well it's been ages since I saw you last and I just had to meet the new edition to the school!" Rachel was frowning at the enthusiastic man who she'd never met before, but her father's seemed thrilled as they introduced her to the new guest.
"Rachel, this is Stewart Hammond, a Professor Emeritus at the Oberlin Conservatory of Music." It all made sense to her now as her heart plummeted into her stomach, and she tentatively shook the man's hand. "You might be fortunate enough to have him as a teacher once you get into the upper levels of the music program." The kind man smiled as she dropped her hand, desperately trying to keep it from shaking. She hadn't truly applied to Oberlin and knew that she would never have Professor Hammond as a teacher, but that was a fact that her fathers were still unaware of.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," she said kindly.
"Your fathers and I have known each other for a long time, and they've done nothing but gush over your fabulous voice since you applied. I would love to hear it for myself so I can experience the new talent that will be joining our program."
"Um, maybe later," she said shakily, and her father's stood there in awe as Rachel denied herself the opportunity to show off her voice, one of her favorite past-times.
"Rachel, are you feeling alright?" Hiram asked.
"You look a little bit pale." She laughed lightly to cover up her growing anxiety.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. Just a bit tired." The professor in front of her shook his head.
"Rachel Berry," he repeated to himself. "You know, I didn't see that name on the revised freshman list for Fall 2012. Are you sure you handed in your acceptance letter on time?"
"It might have been a bit late, sir. It's been a busy spring," she lied, trying to cover up the fact that she didn't even apply to the school as anxiety coursed through her in tense waves. She wasn't ready to tell her dads the truth just yet, and now was not the time or place to do so.
"Well, I do hope you enjoy the campus," the professor continued, completely oblivious to her plight. "When do you plan on moving in?"
"We're going to look at the campus after the Fourth of July and see if we can't find a dorm that our Rachela likes," Hiram said as a flash of bright color in the crowd caught her eye. Who was wearing a neon green cocktail dress to her party? Someone was shifting through the crowd, coming closer to her as her fathers continued to talk to the professor about her like she wasn't even there. Her eyes widened dramatically when she saw Santana Lopez darting through the crowd towards her, a sexy swagger in her hips as she maneuvered around the throngs of guests. Rachel noticed some of the older men staring at the Latina as she sauntered towards her and they all looked uncomfortable, frowning into their glasses and stepping closer to their wives.
"Rachel! How dare you throw a party without inviting me!" Santana smirked, catching her fathers attention while she gave the girl a kiss on the cheek. She was so stunned at the surprise party crasher that all she could do was smile and laugh.
"Santana darling, what a surprise!" LeRoy said brightly, kissing the girl on her hand while Hiram looked a bit flustered over her one shouldered, form-fitting, neon green cocktail dress and silver pumps. "And you look absolutely stunning. I can't believe Rachel didn't invite you."
"I know, I was truly wounded, which was why I wanted to stop by and congratulate the new graduate myself."
"I didn't think you would enjoy this kind of party," Rachel said honestly, knowing that a stripper would have little in common with people of such status. "Besides, I didn't know if you had to work."
"Ah, what is it that you do, dear?" Hiram asked while the blood drained from Rachel's face. Luckily for her, Santana was a professional at lying.
"I'm a dancer," she replied without skipping a beat.
"Ah, what kind?" The professor asked amicably at LeRoy's side. "Jazz? Ballet? Modern?"
"A little bit of everything," she said with a grin, showing more poise and maturity than Rachel was capable of in front of so many powerful people. "And who might you be?"
"Santana, this man is Professor Hammond from Oberlin, where Rachel is going to school in the fall." Santana shook the professor's hand, but a frown pulled down her lips.
"Oberlin? But I thought she was going to school in New York."
Silence fell over the group surrounding Rachel as her fathers stared at her, their eyes filled with a quiet kind of anger that made her very nervous. Rachel laughed weakly, shaking her head as she stealthily reached over and pinched the back of Santana's arm. "No, Santana, that's my friend Kurt, remember? He's the one going to school in New York, here he is now!" Thankfully, Kurt and Blaine chose that moment to join them as she introduced Santana to her best friends. Realizing her mistake, Santana tried to cover up for her faux pas as her fathers continued to glare.
"Of course, how stupid of me. What are you studying in New York?" The focus shifted to Kurt and her fathers were placated as their new guest mingled with the crowd. For some reason, a few of the other guests avoided their circle, even after her dads specifically called them over to meet their "darling daughter's friends."
"What's Marshall's problem?" Hiram asked LeRoy while the shorter man shrugged.
"I don't know, maybe his wife is keeping him on a tight leash," they joked while Santana smirked and took a sip of her ginger ale, leaning over to whisper in Rachel's ear.
"Marshall's problem," she said seductively, "Is that I spent half of Friday night rubbing my ass all over his crotch." Rachel gasped to herself and looked over at the older, overweight man critically. He was, in fact, blushing, and stealing glances of Santana every few moments while he stood dutifully at his tiny wife's side. "In fact, I recognize a few of the men here," she chuckled to herself while Rachel tried not to look shocked at the scandal of it all. She pulled Santana away from her dads and towards the side of the house, out of earshot.
"How did you even know about this party?" She asked in a furious whisper. "I didn't mean to offend you by not inviting you, but what happens if someone makes a scene?"
"Like they would dare," she scoffed. "Not in front of so many important people. But I am enjoying watching them squirm." She grinned to herself, but the smile melted off her face when she noticed Rachel's grim expression. "Alright, Finn told me about it. He knew that you were going to be bored, and I just wanted to have a little fun. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I'll leave if you want me to."
"No!" She said quickly. "You're the most exciting thing about this party. I was bored to tears before you showed up." The girls shared a giggle and Santana reached into her clutch and pulled out a silver flask, shaking it lightly and looking around to make sure that no one could see them.
"Want to make it a bit more exciting?" She asked, reaching for her pina colada. Rachel passed it to her without hesitation.
"Thank God you came here to save me," she said as Santana spiked her drink.
"Now the party can really begin," the Latina said, and Rachel watched as Kurt and Blaine approached them hastily.
"Rachel, you still haven't told your dads about New York?" He asked while she took a sip of her now very strong pina colada. "They're practically picking out apartments in Oberlin for you, what are you waiting for?"
"I don't want to think about that right now," she dismissed the topic bluntly, holding Santana's drink for her while she spiked it with rum.
"Are you two drinking?" Blaine asked with his head cocked in confusion.
"Yup," Santana replied, holding up the flask. "What about you two? You in?"
"Are you kidding me?" Kurt screeched, and for a moment Rachel wondered if he would tell on them. "Why didn't you mention that sooner?" Was his actual response as he passed Santana his diet coke. "These people are so boring I want to scream." Santana laughed when Blaine passed her his cup as well and Rachel was beginning to think that her new wild personality was rubbing off on her friends.
"I like your friends, Berry," she replied, and Rachel beamed at them for being so loose and carefree. First they had Finn's seal of approval and now they had Santana's. She was quite proud of them for loosening up.
"Yeah, I really like them, too." She said as her three best friends held their drinks up. "To friends, graduation, and a much more interesting party!"
"Cheers!"
Suffice it to say, they were all trashed by the time the caterers set up the dinner buffet.
They hung out on the outskirts of the party, away from their parents as they continued to drink and make fun of the stuffy old guests in attendance. Santana filled Kurt and Blaine in on all the scandalous gossip concerning her job and the men who frequented her club, and they found it hilarious that so many of Lima's elite attended the local strip joint.
"So I guess you're one of Finn's friends, huh?" Kurt asked with rosy cheeks and a slight slur.
"Yeah, we've been friends since Freshman year. I guess you can say that I'm here in his place. He didn't want Rachel to be too bored at her own party."
"I don't think I'm that afraid of him anymore," Blaine commented with the innocence of the inebriated. "He's just so freaking tall." Rachel laughed brightly as she thought about Blaine's irrational fear of Finn and couldn't help but think of the boy who had stolen her heart.
"I wish he was here," she said sullenly, voicing her thoughts.
"He wants to be here too, Shortie. Believe me," the two girls shared a knowing smile while the party continued around them. Her fathers were content to let her be alone with her friends, and she was more than grateful that Santana had shown up to save her from an agonizing night of boredom as they laughed and joked freely with one another throughout the evening.
The table next to them, however, wasn't in good spirits, and during dinner she could hear them arguing and yelling at one another in a heated debate while her friends watched in drunken amusement. Rachel would have found it funny as well if the man screaming wasn't the District Attorney for the Lima court system, and she got nervous as her Daddy approached the fat, balding man at the table.
"Now Howard, what's going on here?" LeRoy announced amicably, and Rachel and her friends were witnesses as he tried to diffuse the situation. "This is a party!" The man didn't look like he was in a partying mood as he stood up and became confrontational with her father.
"LeRoy, when are we going to implement the new anti-drug task force? I thought that was supposed to be happening today?" Rachel's heart practically stopped beating in her chest as she was reminded of her father's plans for the town. In all the rush of graduation and trying to keep her relationship with Finn a secret, she had completely forgotten to warn him. "I've got the police chief up my ass; he wants to set up the first patrol tonight in Lima Heights." Rachel was hanging onto every word, trying to find out as much information as possible so she could tell Finn. LeRoy laughed weakly and pat the DA on his shoulder when he noticed all the younger kids staring.
"Howard, please sit down. Now is not the time nor place to be discussing this."
"Well when do you expect to do something LeRoy? We need to take a stand against this! Drugs are infiltrating our town and you're not doing anything about it." Her fathers eyes flashed dangerously and Rachel knew that the DA was about to be chewed out by Judge Berry. If she weren't so drunk and worried about Finn, she would have found it entertaining. Right now it just felt like she was going to be sick.
"Then call the damn chief and tell him to send out the first wave of patrols. Once you're done then sit down and shut the hell up. You're at my house, at my daughter's celebration, and you will either show some respect or leave."
"Of course, LeRoy. I didn't mean to be disrespectful," the DA whipped out his cell phone and sat back down at his table, whispering furiously into the receiver as her blood chilled to ice. Rachel needed to get to her phone and call Finn as soon as humanly possible so she could warn him about the police presence on the roads.
"How is everyone over here?" LeRoy approached the table after he was done talking to the DA, smiling brightly as he clapped Blaine on the shoulder. He hiccuped lightly from intoxication, but her Daddy was blissfully unaware. "Sorry you had to hear that, some people just don't know how to leave their jobs at the office."
"It's fine, Mr. Berry," Santana said brightly, since Rachel didn't trust herself to speak. "We're having a great time."
"I'm glad, darling," LeRoy said fondly while Santana put on her best "good-girl" smile. Rachel was starting to fidget in her seat as the alcohol made her paranoid. What if Finn was out there right now, trying to make a delivery? What if he was walking straight into a trap? She had to warn him about the new anti-drug task force before it was too late.
Trying to stand up in her inebriated state was much more difficult than she had imagined as she shakily rose and tried to make her way towards the house. Her cell phone was inside and she needed to hear his voice to make sure that he was okay. LeRoy saw her stumble slightly and she hoped that no one else was watching her pitiful attempts to appear sober.
"Honey, are you alright?" LeRoy asked, noticing her pale face and worried expression. She tried to wave him off but it didn't really work.
"Fine," she muttered, pushing through the tables of people as her stomach began to roll in tense circles. "Bathroom."
"I'll go help her!" Santana said brightly, taking her by the arm and helping her into the house as she wobbled on shaky legs. As they made their way through the crowd she could see people staring at her, and in her clouded mind she could only hope that she wasn't making a scene in front of her parent's friends as Santana brought her inside.
The first thing she did upon entering her house was puke into the garbage pail in the kitchen.
"Ugh!" Santana moaned as Rachel retched out all the alcohol from her system. Being drunk wasn't fun anymore as Santana dragged her to her feet. "Come on, let's get you upstairs then I'll tell your dads."
"They can't know I was drinking," she whined as she tried to climb the stairs, relying heavily on Santana to keep her balanced as she wiped the sick from her mouth.
"I'll make up something, just move your ass. You're not as light as you think."
"I'm worried about Finn, I need to call him."
"You need to shut up and stop moaning about him or else you'll get us all in trouble." Santana brought Rachel to her room and the girl fell onto her bed, not even bothering to remove her party dress as her face landed on the cool sheets. Santana went into the bathroom and got her a glass of water, placing it on her nightstand as Rachel curled into a ball, her stomach rolling and head spinning. "Drink this and relax. I'll take care of everything."
"Finn," Rachel moaned. "I need to talk to Finn."
"Here," Santana said, tossing her the cell phone from her desk. "Call him and then try to get some rest. Maybe you can sober up by the time the party is over." Rachel nodded weakly as Santana left the room, and she immediately called Finn, hoping to hear his voice and give her some reassurance that he was okay.
Unfortunately for her peace of mind, he didn't answer his phone.
It immediately put her on edge, making her stomach roll painfully once more in tense circles while she tried to fight against the crippling fear that threatened to take control of her. What if he was already in trouble? What if she was too late? His voice-mail picked up and she left him a message, despite her drunken state.
"Finn? Finn, it's Rachel. You need to call me back, it's really important. Please, I'm so worried about you, you have to call me. I have to know you're okay." She said it all in one long, drunken ramble and hoped that she was coherent enough for him to understand as she hung up the phone and waited. Rachel didn't know what she was waiting for, but since she was too drunk to get up, she figured she would just sit around and wait for something to happen.
She didn't have to wait long before her dads entered the room, looking worried as they fussed over their daughter.
"Santana said you were sick to your stomach?"
"Did you really eat one of the non-tofu meats, baby girl?"
"Yeah," she agreed weakly, going along with the lies that Santana told for her. "It was an accident and now my stomach won't stop rolling." Well, half of that statement was true; she was on the verge of puking again as anxiety made her whole body tense.
"Well you stay right here until you're better," Hiram said gently, pulling the sweaty hair away from her forehead.
"What about the guests?" Both of her fathers shook their head, completely nonplussed.
"We'll take care of them, sweetie. You just relax and try to feel better." They fussed over her for a few more minutes before heading back to the party, and she could remember Santana coming up to check on her once more, but after that she started slipping in and out of consciousness, gripping her cell phone in her hands and hoping that Finn would call in the haze of her lingering inebriation.
When she opened up her eyes again the sun was mostly set, leaving her room dark and draped in shadows while her head pounded painfully. She took a deep sip of water and pulled herself up into a sitting position, staring out her window and looking at the starry twilight. Surely there were still guests present in the backyard; her fathers parties were notorious affairs where people stayed out into the late hours of the evening, but she had no inclination of joining them again. Instead she pulled herself out of bed so she could change into proper pajamas and brush her teeth. After that she looked at her cell phone and saw that she had one missed call from Finn, cursing her weakness and wishing that she hadn't fallen asleep. When she called back there was still no answer, and now she truly felt like panicking.
But the feeling didn't last long, because barely a minute had passed before her cell rang in her hands, and she almost screamed from relief when she saw Finn's name flashing on the screen. She answered it in a rush, her heart pounding.
"Finn? Is that you?"
"Hey babe," he said gently, his voice easing all of her fears away as she exhaled dramatically into the phone.
"Oh thank god," she sighed, placing a hand over her racing heart. "I'm so glad you're safe."
"Why wouldn't I be?" He chuckled lightly.
"When is the next time you have to work?" She asked immediately.
"I'm about to get on my bike and meet a guy for a package right now. Why?"
"Finn, you have to listen to me, okay? This is really important." She quickly revealed everything she knew about her fathers anti-drug task force and told him all the details that she was able to gather from the District Attorney. Finn was quiet throughout the exchange and she could only hope that he was taking her warnings seriously as she informed him about the heightened police presence in the area. "Just please be careful. They're out to get you now, not you specifically, but Ramon and his gang are their targets and I don't want to see you pulled into it."
"Rachel," his voice was calm and collected, the exact opposite of how she felt. "I've been doing this for a very long time. I'm always careful."
"I know but it's different now, Finn. I'm really worried about you."
"Please don't be," he tried to reassure her, but it only made her more upset. "I'll be fine."
"Finn. . . ."
"I promise," he said, and she could tell that he wanted to drop the subject. She nodded to herself and tried to stop worrying so much. Surely Finn knew how to take care of himself and she had done her duty in warning him, so there was nothing else to say. "Are you enjoying your party?"
"Not really," she grumbled, her head still throbbing. "Santana crashed it and got me drunk and I threw up in the kitchen and had to hide in my room for the rest of the day. She's probably pissed."
"Nah, to Santana that's a normal Tuesday."
"I miss you," she blurted out next, her voice shaking slightly as she tried not to cry. "I wish you could have come today."
"Me too, Rachel," he replied, but there was nothing else that could be said about the matter. "Can I see you tomorrow?" He asked, and she smiled for the first time all evening, remembering that it was the summer now and she was free to do whatever she wanted.
"Yeah, I would really like that," she said fondly.
"Me too. I'll call you really early so we can spend the entire day together, alright?" She didn't want to get off the phone with him yet, but she knew he had to leave.
"Please do," she begged. She didn't think she would be able to sleep until she knew that Finn was okay. "Be safe."
"I will. Have a good night," he said, and she was about to hang up when he called her name frantically. "Wait, Rachel!"
"What?" She asked frantically, wondering if something was wrong.
"Congratulations on graduating," he wished fondly, and she could feel her heart swell with affection for him.
"Thank you, Finn. I'll see you tomorrow." They hung up and Rachel sat on her bed, biting her lower lip in worry as Santana burst into her bedroom unannounced, going through her closet and pulling out a pair of pajamas while she stripped down to her panties. Rachel had no idea that she was still here as the Latina climbed onto the bed in her bedclothes.
"Your dads said I could crash here tonight, I don't feel like driving," she said as she cuddled into Rachel's sheets and stole more than half of the comforter. "I promise I won't grope you in your sleep."
"What happened to Kurt and Blaine?"
"They left ages ago with the Congressman. The only people that are still here are the caterers." Rachel nodded before slipping into the covers herself. She wasn't tired anymore, but her head was still pounding and she needed to relax and stop stressing out about Finn. Rachel informed Santana of her inner turmoil while they shut off the lights.
"Listen Berry, I know you're worried. I am too, but it doesn't do us any good to stress out when there's nothing we can do about it."
"I just have a bad feeling Santana, like I know that something is wrong," she placed a hand over her chest, closing her eyes and trying not to think of the worst. "I can feel it in my heart."
"You're being paranoid," she sighed as she placed one of the extra throw pillows over her head, trying to block out the sound of Rachel's voice. "Now get to sleep, and I promise that in the morning everything will be okay." Rachel stopped talking so Santana could get some rest, but she curled into a ball with her mind racing, not falling asleep until the late hours of the night as her fears plagued her in the dark.
In her nightmares she saw Ramon's face, laughing at her cruelly as she weeped over Finn's body lying lifeless on the ground.
The next morning, Finn never called her to make plans.
Sorry about the severe lack of Finchel in this chapter, but a story needs plot too! Get ready for the angst!
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