WOAH! Everyone take a big deep breath. There will be no cheating. Rachel is in love with and fully committed to Sam. She just needs time. And I think in Rachel Berry Fashion sh overreacted slightly, but if she didn't she wouldn't be Rachel now would she. There everyone feel better? I want to thank you all for the quick reviews and for so many of them. You are all awesome. As always I do not own anything and no profit was made
Sam had laid around the house waiting for Rachel to come home. After two days of her not being there he didn't know what to do with himself. He was worried about her, but he knew that Santana would take care of her. He knew that she wasn't saying in a hotel because the only money taken out of there account was small amounts here and there at ATMs located near her old apartment. He figured she was staying with Santana and after a few days of dealing with the fiery latina she would grow tired of her and come home.
Well Sam was half right. She wasn't staying with Santana, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't just barge her way into Finn's house and give Rachel a piece of her mind. Which she was currently doing. Rachel was busy cleaning up Finn's apartment, as a thank you for letting her stay there rent free, while Santana followed her around screaming at her in a mixture of Spanish and English.
"Rachel how can you be so stupid?" Santana smacked her forehead. "You move out of your husbands house and shack up with some guy, while you're pregnant I might add. Ramera!"
"I am not a harlot! You take that back!" Rachel turned to glare at Santana placing her hands on her hips. THe pose accentuated her rounded belly.
"I calls 'em like I sees 'em." Santana scoffed. "and I sees a harlot!"
"That's just rude." Rachel rolled her eyes and returned to her cleaning. "If all you're going to do is insult my choices you can hate Sam, you like Sam. You want me to leave him you want me to stay. I'm getting whiplash with your crazy latin mood swings! Make up your damn mind. Psih!"
"Don't you use your crazy Russian on me!" Santana shrieked. "You know I can't understand it!"
"Well learn dammit!"
"Mujer embarazada loco! Son todas las hormonas!"
"Gormony! Gormony! Â dam vam gormony vam bol´šie šlûha!"
"Esto no es justo que no puedo entender!" At this point Finn had walked back through the door to find the two women yelling at each other. Rachel screaming in a language he didn't understand and Santana screaming in Spanish. he watched with raised eyebrows as they fought, he was worried they might tear each other's eyes out.
"Otstoj dlâ Vas!" Rachel smirked.
"Dios, eres una puta!" Finn froze. He knew enough Spanish to know that the last word to leave Santana's mouth was not a word that any woman was being fond of being called.
"Â tebâ nenavižu!" Rachel screamed.
"I don't know what you just yelled at me, but I'm going to assume it was something bad." Santana seethed. "I'm leaving!" As she stormed passed Finn she stopped and glared at him. "Todo esto es tu culpa! idiota!" Rachel smirked as Santana stormed out the door. Santana always had to have the last word.
"Well that was different." Finn smirked. "What were you two screaming about?"
"Santana was..." Rachel tried to think of the best word to describe Santana's mood. "Disappointed in my choice to come here."
"Did she want you to live with her?" He asked walking to the fridge and pulling out the jug of milk.
"No." She made a face as he drank straight from the carton. "That's unsanitary." He shrugged. "She's mad because she wants me to go home."
"Back to your apartment?"
"Back to my husband...back to my house." She smiled sadly. "I mean I knew I would have to go back at some point, but I'm still mad and Noah's funeral is tomorrow."
"Well..." Rachel laughed at his mischievous smirk. "I don't see the harm in letting him sweat it out. Now just a quick question."
"Shoot."
"What language were you screeching when I walked in here?"
"Finn Hudson! I was not screeching!" She pouted. "It was Russian."
"You're Russian?!" He smirked again. "Hot."
"Finn!" She reached forward to smack the back of his head as they both erupted into a fit of giggles.
Today was going to be hard. SHe was burying the final member of her family. She looked at herself in the mirror one last before taking a deep breath and opening the door. Kurt was standing there smiling at her sadly while Finn sat on the couch. He extended an arm to her and Rachel realized that he had a black ribbon and safety pin in his hand.
"Thank you Kurt." She whispered as she attached it to the right sleeve of her dress.
"You look breathtakingly beautiful." Kurt said. She nodded slightly and walked slowly towards the door. As she reached for the door knob she turned and gave Finn and Kurt a confused look. She looked down and ran a hand over her ever expanding belly.
"Where's Santana?"
"Get up!" Santana threw a dress shirt at Sam who was still sleeping in bed.
"Wha?" Sam's head popped up and he looked around his room in a sleepy haze. "Santana?! How the hell did you get in my house?"
"You left a window unlocked." She said as she rifled through his closet trying to find some dress pants.
"No I didn't" He shook his head as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
"Fine..." She groaned out throwing pants at him. He wasn't prepared and they hit him in the face. "I broke a window and let myself in. Now get up!"
"Santana I'm not in the mood."
"NO! I'm not in the mood!" She stalked across the room. She grabbed his face in one hand, squishing it, making him look like a fish. "Your brother-in-law is dead. Your wife, your pregnant wife, is a mess." Sam rolled his eyes.
"She was well enough to pack her bags and leave."
"Yea, well she's upset. You kept something from her, something big."
"You're not helping Santana." He pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation.
"Yea, well get over it. I did not get bitched out by your wife in Russian yesterday just to deal with your whiny ass today. Now. Get. Up."
"Why was Rachel screaming at you in Russian?" He chuckled as he started to button up the shirt Santana had thrown at him.
"There was an argument about her living situation." Santana shrugged. She didn't want to dwell on this subject anymore than necessary. It could get awfully messy.
"Sick of her already?" He chuckled. "It's only been two days."
"No." She said slowly. "I'm certainly not getting annoyed with her. She not even on my floor." She watched as realization hit Sam slowly.
"If she's not living with you..." He trailed off. "Then who the hell is she living with?"
"Sam..." Santana said slowly with her hands raised.
"No Santana who the hell is she living with?!" His face began to turn a dark shade of red.
"She's living with Finn." He quickly threw on his pants, socks and shoes.
"C'mon we have a funeral to attend and I've got an ass to kick."
"Sam!" Santana yelled out. "Storming in there and punching Finn in the face is not going to help anything. It's probably just going to make things worse."
"Yea, but it'll make me feel a whole lot better."
"Sam. You need to think..." He stopped to listen to her. "Also you need to brush your teeth because you have some rank ass morning breath."
The funeral home was silent as he and Santana entered. They saw a few people that Santana identified as girls from her work. Brody was there, the smug look ever present on his face and then there was Rachel. So hauntingly beautiful, even in grief. Finn and Kurt sat beside her. Kurt was holding her hand while Finn handed her a tissue. Santana dragged him closer.
"Rachel." He said softly. She looked up and smiled slightly.
"Rachel you still look beautiful." Santana pulled her friend into a tight hug.
"Thank you..." She giggled softly. "With all the mirror covered it's been driving me crazy." Sam looked around the room and noticed that she was right. All the mirrors were covered with thin black sheets.
"Why are the mirror covered?" He asked softly.
"It's a tradition. It started as an old wives tale about the soul of a person getting trapped in the mirror after death, but now it's more so about the mourners not having to worry about what they look like." Sam nodded as she explained.
"And a closed casket? Another tradition?"
"It's not allowed because..." Rachel sobbed slightly. "Because he can't look back." Sam's heart broke as she choked on the words. Sam watched as a slightly older man walked up to her and they exchanged a few quiet words away from the group. He knew that this was a private moment between Rachel and the Rabbi so he used this time to glare at Finn who was doing his best to not make eye contact.
"I would like everyone to take their seats now." Rachel said as loudly as possible. Her voice had become scratchy due to all her crying. "I know that it doesn't follow tradition, but I would like to sing a song to my brother and say a few words. He's being buried in private. I will have my moments alone with him when he is buried." She looked around the room and nodded to the Rabbi to start the music.
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
To her credit Rachel kept it together through the whole song. Only wiping away a few tears here and there. Sam knew that Puck and Rachel were as close as brother and sister could be, but he never truly realized just how close they were until this moment. It was like a piece of her was missing and nothing would put it back.
"My brother and I..." She said softly her voice cracking slightly as she spoke. "...I loved my brother more than he'll ever know. Noah was my best friend, my other half...he was my brother. We always use to say two against the world and we meant it. Through think and thin we were there for each other. When I was little Noah would scare off little boys who took and interest in me, he would kiss my booboos, he would hug me when I cried. He swore that he would always take care of me when our mother died and then Noah got sick and he couldn't keep that promise anymore. So I started taking care of him." She paused as she took a shaky breath. The tears flowed freely down her cheeks. "My brother had a disease. A disease that affects so many people, a disease that unfortunately took his life, but that should not diminish the thoughts that anyone had about my brother. He was kind, caring, warm, compassionate, loving and in his own words 'a total badass'. He was going to be an uncle in just a few short months..." she placed a hand gently on her bump. "and now my son will never get to meet his uncle Noah...He'll never get to play sports with him, or go see a movie. He'll never truly understand what a wonderful person his uncle was. And that makes me sad." She broke down slightly and Sam moved to get up, but Santana stopped him by placing a hand on his arm. Rachel turned slowly to speak to Noah's casket. "I love you Noah...and wherever you are...I hope you are finally at peace." As she finished the last line she ran from the room. Sam ran after her.
"Rachel!" He cried out. She stopped mid stride and slowly turned to look at him.
"What do you want Sam?" She spat. "Here to yell at me for living with Finn."
"No." He shook his head. "I'm here to see if you're okay."
"DO I look okay to you?!"
"I'm sorry that was a stupid thing to say." THe stood in silence for a moment before Sam finally spoke. "Rachel come home. I can make everything better for you...for us."
"No you can't." She said matter-of-factly. "I can't look at your face without thinking about you turning Noah away. when he came to ask you for help...it's all I can see. and I hope to God that one day I can stand to look at you, but right now I can't."
"What can I do Rach? How can I help?"
"Just..." She looked at him irritatedly. "give me time." He nodded and watched her slowly walk back into the parlour to continue her mourning.
CONVERSATION IN ORDER:
Harlot
Psycho
Crazy pregnant woman! It's all the hormones.
Hormones! Hormones! I'll give you hormones you big slut!
This isn't fair I can't understand you!
Sucks for you!
God you're such a bitch
I hate you
This is all your fault! Jerk!
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