OK! OK! I'm sorry for killing the baby, I am. But I had to do it so I can do the next story which will be a sequel. It's all for the greater good. Maybe I'll do a baby in that one. Just don't hate me.

Blaine.

I paced back and forth in my room nervously. Where the hell was Rachel? She was supposed to be coming back home. I checked my phone. No new messages. There was a light knock and Lacey pocked her head in.

"Why don't you check the hospital?" She asked. I groaned, why hadn't I thought of that?

"Good idea!" I grabbed my keys and dashed to the door, not bothering to close it behind me.

(Time warp)

Great. So Rachel had checked out. Maybe she left while I was on my way TO the hospital. I opened the front door to my house. Lacey was standing in front of the door, half turned towards the staircase. She turned to me.

"Blaine! I'm sorry! I couldn't stop her, I-i couldn't help it!"

"What are you-?" There was thudding from atop the stairs. I looked to see Rachel ladden down with suitcases.

"Oh!" She squeeked. "Ah, well. This is...awkward."

"Yes, it's awkward where are you going Rachel?"

"I...I have to go. I can't bear to look at you Blaine. I just get so overwhelm with guilt. It's my fault. It's all my fault that this little baby didn't even get to see light. It died before it was born Blaine! Where the hell is the equality? Who deserves this! Who!" Her voice rose with every sentence, "I can't look at you or stay with you, because I hurt you. It's my fault the baby is gone. I feel terrible, and you know what. Staying with you is only going to make it worse. I love you. That's why I am going. You can say it's OK. That you are not upset about what happened. But I know you are hurting Blaine. I know you are infuriating. Don't deny it because I know you are. Inside." She stepped out the front door. She waved at someone, she turned and put a hand of my hand.

"I am sorry. But I have to go." She kissed me on the cheek and left. Breaking part of me wit her.

"Rachel! Please stop!" I called.

"It's all for the greater good, Blaine. You're...to good for me Blaine. I don't deserve you. And you shouldn't have to carry the burden of my past. You shouldn't have to live with my mistakes! Your to good for that. You deserve someone who isn't going to hurt. Someone who hasn't made any mistakes. You deserve better then me."

"Please...Don't go. I don't care about your mistakes our your past, OK? I just care about you. Just, don't go. Don't do this to me. Think about what we have gone through to be together?"

"I have to go." She got into the cab of Puck's truck, that Quinn was, for some reason, driving.

(Time warp)

Blaine: Rachel, call me please.

Rachel*: No Blaine. I'm sorry.

Blaine: Rachel, god damn it, don't ignore me.

Rachel*: I'm sorry.

Blaine: Rach. Please.

Rachel*: If you value my sanity. Don't call me 'Rach'

Blaine: Rachel.

Rachel*: What? Blaine?

Blaine: Please. Where are you?

Rachel*: Just leave me alone, Blaine. I feel really bad at the moment. I need to be alone.

Blaine: You feel bad?

Rachel*: Don't start Blaine. You think this doesn't hurt for me? You think I don't know how this feels?

Blaine: No you don't know how it feels. You dumped me.

Rachel*: It still tore me up.

I shook my head. She was obviously at Pucks. I picked up my keys and my phone and ran to the front door.

"Going to Noah's!" I called.

"Why?"

"I think Rachel is there."

"Can I come?"

"Um, not right now. Lacey, sorry."

"Fine." She grumbled.

(Time warp)

OK so I was speeding. Sue me. I needed to talk to Rachel. I knocked a little to hard on Puckerman's door. He opened it looking disheveled.

"What! What? What?" He cried angrily. "Oh, Blaine. Uhh, look she's not in the best way to talk to people."

"I don't care. I NEED to speak to her."

"You can't." I stopped I could hear Rachel and Quinn from the direction of the kitchen.

"You can't keep ignoring him like this, Rach." Quinn said.

"Don't...call me...Rach. Please Quinn. Just don't, it's what Blaine called me."

"Speak to him. This isn't your fault. It's Finn's fault, He did this to you! Not Blaine, not you! You can't just leave him, Rachel. He's out the front right now. Talk to him."

"I can't." Her voice broke. "Fill me up."

"You shouldn't drinks so much."

"Quinn! Please just fill it up."

"It isn't good for you."

"Oh just give me the god damn bottle."

"Rachel! Oh, fine here, your grieving I guess you deserve it." I squared me shoulders and pushed past Puck.

"Hey!" He said. I walked into the kitchen to see Rachel drinking straight from a Whiskey bottle. Her eyes widened a bit. She put the bottle down.

"Quinn. Can you go a minute?" She nodded slightly.

"Blaine you can't keep doing this. I-i can't..." She trailed off.

"Rach. You can. Please talk to me. Come back. This isn't your fault."

"It is! It's all my fault! I should have tried my hardest to keep the baby safe. And I didn't! I didn't do a thing! I lied there and accepted that I was going to die! If Santana hadn't come out then Finn probably would have killed me! I didn't do anything to try and save me or the baby. What kind of monster does that?"

"It wasn't you! You were being beaten up. You couldn't do anything. You're OK, that's the main thing. Because you can't make another Rachel Berry. I don't what to do here Rach. Can we talk this out? Please."

"I can't. Being with you is tearing me apart since the accident. I know it's tearing you up. Maybe not now. But it will. I lost a baby! A baby! Your baby. Do you know what it feels like for me? To lose something like that and then have to face you? The perfect, calm, happy person? How you act like everything is OK? But I know deep down, your not happy. Not about this. You look me in the eye and tell me your not hurting."

"I'm no-"

"DONT! Lie to me."

"OK. I am, a little. I lost my kid. Yeah I'm hurting. But at the moment I don't really care about that. I care about losing you."

"But I can't see you. It hurts even more. I'm sorry. I can't." Her face broke and she ran out sobbing.

"Noah!" She cried.

"I know. I'll do it." He cried back. He walked in.

"I'm sorry mate. You gotta go. I love Rach like my sister. And at the moment if it's hurting her to see you. Then you have to go."

"OK." I agreed. Maybe it was for the greater good. To leave. But would I look back? Would I regret leaving? Probably.

DONE! Yeah that was a crappy ending I know. I can't end things for shit. So I'm sorry for doing that, but trust me it will make for the BOMB sequel ending EVER! Oh and BTW did anyone notice the Harry Potter Deathly Hallows part 1 quote in the texting? Hehe. I'm sneaky!