Here's Chapter 5! Again, big thank you to everyone who has followed, favourited and reviewed. I really appreciate it. Enjoy!
Finn avoided eye contact with both Kurt and Blaine. Ok, you've told them. Good job. Now comfort them, and answer any questions. We can move on from there.
Since finding out that Rachel was sick, Finn used this strategy to cope with overwhelming situations. Break it up into small steps, rather than just throwing caution to the wind.
He looked over at Blaine, who moved over to Kurt and placed his hand gently on his arm. Kurt flinched in shock, and moved away from Blaine slightly. Ok, give Kurt a minute. Let's talk to Blaine first.
"Sorry, dude. How you feeling?"
He decided to play it safe with a pretty vague question.
Blaine didn't answer, and just stared down at the ground.
Finn moved beside him on the couch and placed his arm around him into a side hug.
Blaine quickly whipped the small tears that stared rolling down his cheeks away and turned to Finn. What's happening right now? Why is he the one comforting me?
"Oh my god. I'm sitting here crying like an idiot while you make me feel better. This should be the other way around. Your the one who's pregnant wife has fucking cancer!" Blaine says this partly to Finn, but mainly to himself. Finn gave a small shrug.
"I've had time to come to terms with it. I'm angry at the world. Rachel doesn't deserve this. But I can't spend the next few months sitting around being angry. I have to help people deal with this, friends and family. But most importantly, I have to be there for Rachel and do my best to try enjoy the time I have left with her."
Blaine froze. He could still hear Kurt sobbing behind him, but he was pretty sure he was on a whole other planet at the moment. The time he has left with her. Does that mean...
Finn could read the expression on Blaine's face. This would be his first time saying it out loud. But it's the truth. This is reality and you can't keep it to yourself and pretend it's a lie, because it's not. This is the cold, hard truth.
Blaine could see Finn hesitate slightly.
"They've um... they've g-given her about 5 months to live."
And with that, Finn, for practically the first time since getting the news, began crying.
It was a cry Blaine had never heard anyone cry before. Full of disappointment, fear and hopelessness. A cry of pure sadness.
Blaine was unsure of how to react. He had never seen Finn cry. He placed his hand on Finn's knee, and turned his body slightly to look at Kurt. He had stopped crying, yet was white as a ghost.
The last few minutes were a blur for Kurt. Although he had been hysterical, he picked up on most of their conversation. 5 months? We have five months left with her. I only have five months left with my best friend. He thought, before cursing himself for being selfish. He turned to Finn, his body shaking as he sobbed, with his head in his hands.
I've just spent a half an hour crying like a child, while Finn, who is about to lose his wife and quite possibly his unborn child, is sitting here looking ashamed for allowing his emotions to get the better of him.
"Finn?" Kurt whispered.
He lifted his head to reveal his red rimmed, swollen eyes. Right there in that moment, all Kurt could think was how young he looked. Taking away the stubble and the dark bags under his eyes, he looked like a lost, scared little boy.
"Sorry, for um, losing it like that. And I want you to know, you don't have to struggle in silence. From here on in, We will be at you and Rachel's beckon call. Day or night, just please don't push us away. We all need each other right now."
Deep down, both Kurt and Blaine knew that Finn had too much pride to admit to needing help, yet also knew he wouldn't turn them away.
What on earth did they do to deserve this? Kurt thought you himself, as he tried to accept the fact that his time was limited with Rachel Berry.
Santana cried. She cried until she felt like she could no longer breath. She hated herself for crying, for not being strong, but she couldn't stop. She was angry at someone, she didn't know who. Someone in this rotten, fucking twisted world, is going to be sorry one day.
"¿ Porque Rachel ¿Por qué tiene que ser Rachel? Ella y Finn no se merecen esto. ¡Y el pobre bebé! ¿Por qué?" She whispered to herself.
It took everything she had in her not to scream. She just continued to cry as quietly as possible, before gently slipping out from underneath Rachel and lying her back on the couch.
Santana made her way into the bedroom, where she found Brittany lying as still as a statue, with fat tears streaming down her checks.
"Britt, are you alright?" Santana asked as she whipped her own tears away.
Brittany remained silent for a moment before meeting Santana's gaze.
"Rachel, she, I... why?" Brittany asked as she continued to sob.
Santana lay down next to Brittany on the bed as Brittany shuffled around until her head was resting on Santana's shoulder.
"What now?" She whispered into the Latina's ear.
Santana took a deep breath to stop herself from crying again and tried to think of a response to Brittany's question.
What now? What if the baby doesn't make it? What if Rachel d-
No. She couldn't think of the 'what if's'. It wasn't going to do her or anyone else any good.
"I'm not sure. All I know is that we're all going to have to help Finn and Rachel as much as we can. We have to give them endless amounts of love."
Santana paused before continuing.
"Sweetie, I don't want to make you more sad than you already are, but Rachel might not get better. And..."
Santana paused and allowed for her voice to crack, and for tears to roll down her cheeks.
"And if the worst does happen to Rachel, then we're all going to be really sad, and that's okay."
Brittany's body shook furiously as she sobbed. She laced her fingers through Santana's as she whimpered in her arms.
"I don't want Rachel to..." she choked between sobs.
"I know, I know." Santana spoke softly into the blonde's ear, as the two girls cried in each other's arms.
Finn arrived home to find Rachel asleep on the couch, and Brittany and Santana curled up in each others arms looking miserable.
"I'm so sorry." Santana said as she gave him a small hug. Her voice was groggy, and it cracked as she spoke.
"Thanks San. She's not really herself at the moment, did she fill you in on everything or did she just tell you about...?"
Finn took a deep breath and opened his mouth to continue, but no words came out. His throat was dry from crying. Like someone had shoved cotton wool down his neck to prevent words from coming out.
"No. She only told us about the.." Santana replied. The word was on the tip of her tongue, but her brain went blank when she tried to say it. Way to be big about it. She thought to herself.
"Oh, well it's a girl. She's probably going to have to come early for obvious reasons, but she's okay, for now."
A small smile spread across Brittany's lips.
"A baby girl! San, I guessed right, it is a girl!"
That small bit of enthusiasm lifted their spirits for a few moments, as they enjoyed the positive atmosphere that filled the room until Santana turned back to Finn.
"And what about Rachel?" She asked in a low voice.
Finn frowned as he relived the moment the doctor informed them exactly what was wrong with Rachel. Come on Finn, say it. They deserve to know.
"They found it too late, there's nothing they can do. She's been given 5 months."
The words hung in the air.
5 months
5 months
5 months
Sorry about my Spanish, I used google translate but hopefully you get the gist of what Santana was saying. Thanks for reading :)