Happy New Year Everybody!

I wish you all the very best for 2014!

May all your wishes come true.

I've been writing, wanted to finish this sooner but with the holidays... Just wasn't able to finish the chapter like I wanted to.

How did this happen?

Chapter 21

You overslept, couldn't find your books and while you showered you heard yelling coming from downstairs. Your heart stood still for a moment. Why was your dad home earlier? What was he doing there? Why didn't your mom inform you about the fact that he would be back? You franticly jump out of the shower, your heart beating wildly in your chest. Your hands tremble as you try to dry yourself off. You can't, you hear the yelling continue and quickly throw your clothes on, not caring that you were still wet. You struggle to put them on because of your still damp body.

You rush out of your bedroom seconds later, quickly making your way down the stairs. Your mother's yelling is all you can hear. It haunts you, makes you anxious, makes your body ache. You are surprised that you don't hear your dad yell back, which normally is the case whenever they fight.

When you near the living room, the yelling only gets worse. You turn the corner and see why you hadn't heard your father yet. He isn't actually there. Your mother was yelling…on her phone. You cringe at the volume. Your father probably doesn't even need the phone with the way your mother is yelling. You're sure the whole state can hear her.

Instantly your head starts to ache as well. Stress making it's way into your body, filling your veins. You can feel it happen. The stress you feel makes you throb all over, your heart feels tight in your chest all over again. You hate the feeling, you hate that you are having trouble breathing whenever you hear them fight. You should be used to it but over the years, it only seems to get worse. The fights get worse and so does the reaction your body gives to hearing those fights. Nevertheless, you have to stray strong. You can never show weakness.

While you can't stand the yelling and the fighting, this situation, it eases some of the tension you feel, even if it's only slightly. You can't stand it but you are relieved that nothing could be broken, no one would get hurt. Unless your mother decided to throw furniture across the room in her anger. She has never done before so you hope she won't start doing that now. That's more your father's kind of thing. Another thing you hate.

Your mother is so busy yelling at her phone that she didn't even hear you enter the room. She's currently yelling something about your father coming home. You're instantly alarmed again by that question. She continues with asking him how long this business trip could possibly take. Then goes on with stating that, "yes, he better be home the next day."

You feel the tension straight away tenfold inside your body. The last few days were hardly enough time to recover. The blissful moments spend with Rachel that relaxed you already fade away in your mind. Relaxing feelings turn into restless ones. You don't want him home. You shake your head, willing it not to be true. You can't deal with this now. You walk backwards and slowly walk out of the room. You walk passed the wall clock and finally notice the time again.

You curse. Now you'll be really late for school as well.

Great, just great.

Being late means not seeing Rachel before classes start. Being late means Rachel or even Santana won't be able to ease your worrying mind. Just seeing Rachel would have relieved some of the tension. You're in dire need of a hug right now.

Being late also means having to explain to your teacher why you were late. Yet another lie for you to tell, another moment where you have to pretend to be okay, pretend and blame yourself, lie. Well, you suppose it's your fault this time. But if you hadn't witnessed the fight you would have made it on time. Even when it's just your mom fighting with your father on the phone you can't seem to leave, you have to be there.

Why do you keep doing that? You often wonder, why put yourself through it? You can't control it. You need to be there, you have to protect your mother. You have to try and stop them when it gets out of hand.

This day didn't start the way you wanted it to. You planned it the day before, when you went to bed. You wanted to ask Rachel out before classes started. Not for a real date because the two of you weren't out, nor ready for that. However, you guessed that you could at least take her somewhere nice. Somewhere worry-free. Somewhere you could be together without being really out. Well that was the plan at least. It would be dark and you hoped it would be romantic. You always thought there was something romantic about the place you wanted to take her to, well not really the place, more like the festivity that would occur there. The flyer for the occasion was neatly placed in your bag last night. You put it there, making sure you wouldn't forget it. You run into your room and rush to get everything ready.

You text Rachel and Santana. Informing them about the fact that you overslept and would arrive late for school. You left out the real reason for your tardiness. Rachel's text back comes almost instantly, as if she had been waiting for your text. You sure hope it's not because Jesse had found another way to stalk her. You open the text and smile at it. She send you a sad smiley face and told you that she couldn't wait to see you. It warms you to know that she feels the same way you do. That she also can't wait to be near you, just as much as you can't wait to see her again.

Santana texted you back and wished you good luck at explaining to Misses Peterson. You grumble at it. Stupid parents making you late, stupid fights. You hate it and you hate them for it. Why do they always have to fight? Why are they always doing this? Why won't they just get a divorce? Why doesn't your mother leave him?

The only thing that makes this morning somewhat better is the fact as to why you overslept. That reason being one Rachel Berry. You had stayed way longer at her house then you intended. Cuddles and kisses were giving endlessly. When you finally took the time to focus on anything other than her, you noticed how late it already was. You had to sneak out of her house because of it. You didn't want to face her fathers and Rachel really didn't want to get yelled at for having a friend over that late on a school night.

You had to sneak in your own house as well. Luckily for you your mother was already passed out on the couch, reruns of some cheap talk show still playing on the television. You didn't bother waking her. You went straight to your room.

Last night was really nice, it was blissful. Besides the part where Rachel was upset and sad about the whole Jesse thing, of course. You try not to think too much about that. Because you don't know what you will do it you start focusing on the fact that he's doing these things to your girlfriend. You try not to think about it but know you're failing at it. If he's not going to stop it then…well you are not sure what you will do, but it probably won't be pretty.

Being with Rachel was so peaceful. The way she makes you feel. Being hugged by her feels so good. You were never one for physical contact before. Hell, you never even liked kissing before but man, how you like kissing that girl. It's different with Rachel, it's nice, it's hot…it's thrilling. You're hooked, you just can't get enough. You thought it would frighten you, but it doesn't, it feels so right.

You have already made your way to your car by now. You didn't bother informing your mother about your departure. She probably wouldn't hear you anyway, seeing as the screaming match is still in full swing. Before you get into your car you check the pocket of your backpack again, making sure the flyer is still in there. You hope Rachel didn't have plans yet for tonight. Maybe you should have just texted her last night before you went to bed to ask her? You jump in your car and quickly take off. Boy, you are really late now!

You hurry to get to your class. You straighten out your clothes and knock on the door firmly. You notice Misses Petersons sour look through the window as she motions for you to come in.

"Ah, Miss Fabray, I see that you have decided to grace us with your presence." She grimly says.

Great, you feel a lecture coming."Yes, Misses Peterson, I'm sorry about be-…"

She holds up her hand to stop you from talking. "Miss Lopez already explained everything."

"Sh-…She did?" You take a glance at Santana, who's giving you a grin. Oh, how you love your best friend.

"Yes, I just hope Coach Sylvester chooses another time to call you into her office next time." She unpleasantly explains. Why didn't you think of this? Using Coach Sylvester! It's not like anyone would question her about that. "If you could please take your seat now, Miss Fabray."

You nod and make your way towards your seat. You take your seat next to Santana, happy that you didn't have to pull yet another lie out of your hat. "Thanks, San." You smile and whisper at her.

"No problem." She whispers right back. You notice her staring. "Everything okay?"

You shake your head, no reason to try to hide it anyways. "No, rough morning, but I'll be okay."

Santana leans closer towards you. She glances at the teacher, who's scribbling away on the blackboard. "Is your dad home?"

You shake your head. "No, but he will be tomorrow." It's your time to answer sourly now.

"Oh…" You hear Santana say. You can tell she wants to say something else but you notice Misses Peterson glaring at the two of you, giving you the stink eye. Jeesh, she really needs to lighten up a bit.

You let out a sigh when the first period bell rings. Meaning you have a free period now. You hope to catch a glimpse of Rachel before her second period starts. Santana asked you to meet her in the locker room again to make sure you were okay but you told her you were completely fine. You really didn't want to talk about it. She obviously saw right through that lie. It ended in you telling her that you would meet her there.

First things first.

You lurk around near Rachel's locker, hoping she will come to it to take her books for her next classes. You're in luck, you spot her as she turns the corner. You smile at the sight. Luckily, not a lot of people are in the hallway right now, so you don't have to hide your smile all that much. She notices you and her face lights up because of it.

"Hello, Quinn." She happily greets you as you come closer to her.

You smile warmly at her. "Meet me in the bathroom?" You whisper to her.

She looks around, looking around for eavesdroppers. "I have class…"

"Please?" You cutely ask her, a pout forming on your face.

"Okay, just for a little while."

"I'll make sure the coast is clear." You quickly make your way into the bathroom and check the stalls. Good, no one is in there. You check yourself in the mirror and wait for your girl to walk in.

Annnnd there she is. The door opens and her lovely selve walks in. You silently walk closer to her, take her books out of her hands, place them on the counter and turn back to her.

"How was y-…" You don't give her time to complete her sentence. You grab her waist and lean in to kiss her. Aaahhh, heaven. It's been too long since you've kissed her. Rachel seems to think so too, as she kisses you back instantly. You slowly back her up against the bathroom door to deepen the kiss. She moans against your lips at the action.

"We…we're at s-s..school." She tries to mumble against your lips.

"Don't care." You murmur right back, so silent that you don't even know if she heard you.

Rachel breaks the kiss and puts her forehead against yours. "Someone could come in." she says as she tries to catch her breath.

"You're leaning against the door." You reason, pecking her lips.

"We should be careful…" She tells you but leans in to kiss you once more nonetheless. "I missed you."

You smile. "I missed you too." You whisper against her lips.

"It seems like ages."

You grin. "You saw me last night."

"See! Ages ago…" She pouts.

"We have time to make up for it now." You're already leaning back in as she pushes you away slightly.

"I don't…" She pouts. "I really have to go to class now." She's trying to make you move from leaning against her.

"Fine." You grumble. "Will you meet me during break next period? I have to ask you something." You still want to ask her out. Maybe you should just give her the flyer right now?

"Why not ask me quickly now?"

"You have class." You smirk. "Meet me later?"

Rachel beams. "I will." She runs her hand down your arm, catching your hand. "Finn and I usually meet up and go together but I'll tell him not to wait for me."

"Cool, I can't wait for it." You brightly smile, leaning in to kiss your girl once again. But Rachel stops you before you can do so.

"Oh, no, no more kissing." She tells you, hand on your stomach to keep you away. "Or I'll really be late, and I'm never late to class." She proudly states.

"But…." You protest. "Fine." If only Rachel had a free period as well. You let go of her completely and watch as she moves towards the counter to grab her books.

"Okay, so, I'll see you in about an hour."

You dramatically sigh. "Okay."

"I'm sure you'll survive." Rachel laughs quietly.

"One more kiss before you go?" You can't help but ask. You're surprised to see Rachel actually think about the offer. You kinda asked as a joke, knowing, thinking, she wouldn't go for it.

"Quickly." She claims and she closes the gap and places her lips on yours. Your hands immediately find her waist as you kiss her firmly. You break the kiss, peck those lips once more before pulling back all together.

"Okay, go." You say, slightly pushing her towards the door, ready to lead her out.

"One more can't hurt." She claims, leaning in again. She crashes your lips together. You yelp in surprise and then moan at the kiss.

You don't hear the door being opened.

"oh, my, God!"

Rachel and you gasp at the same time, jumping away from each other at hearing someone speak. Someone saw you two kissing! You're heart throbs in your throat as you both turn to see who caught you.

TBC

I know, I know. I'm Evil.

But the good news is, I've already written two pages of the next chapter. Hopefully I'll be able to post the next one soon as well.

I'll be looking forward to reading your comments.

Who do you think has caught them? It's not an easy guess. I don't think a lot of people will get it right lol. Patience and you'll find out.

'Till next time.