DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ITS CHARACTERS! THAT'S ALL FOR RYAN MURPHY!

A/N: And the last update for today! Be nice and leave me a lot of reviews, I'll post two more chapters tomorrow ( I'm evil)

Fallout

He flies out of the bathroom with nothing but rage etched onto his face

"Are you serious right now?" He asks her as she pulls her shirt on.

"Finn please, just let me explain," She starts.

"Why am I not enough for you, Rachel? Why can't I just be enough for you? I made something of myself. I got out of Lima. Sure I'm not New York good, but give me a break. I graduated college and I'm going to be put in the NFL draft this new year. What more do you want out of me that would make me be enough?" He yells out, completely broken.

"Finn, you don't want a relationship with me!" She yells back.

"Don't even give me that bullshit, Rachel! You fucking ruined me when we were eighteen years old. You left us all and then you come back and toy with all of us, only to go back to that asshole that you don't even want to fucking marry!" He shouts, his eyes a blaze of fury.

"I do to want to marry him! I told you that I wanted to-."

"You're settling for him," He interrupts. "You're settling for some douche bag that you honestly don't love because you're afraid of dealing with me. You're afraid of coming back to me."

"I love him," She repeats.

"Yeah, you loved him so much that you were so close to sleeping with another man. Your ex that you left behind and were so over with. You're ridiculous Rachel Berry. You are a player and you deserve to suffer with this fucker Adam for the rest of your life because I want you to know that you're right. You'll never have the chance with me ever again. I will never marry you. I will never want kids with you.

"I'll never move to New York with you and I'll never love you. I hate you. I hate you so much and I don't know what you've become. I don't think you even know what you've become. I thought just maybe, maybe you were realizing that Ohio is the place that you were built. You grew up here and it made you be the person you were before you left to go to New York and turned into a terrible person.

"I thought that you would realize that my mom and step dad and your dads' all missed you and want to see you all the time. I thought you would see that you're the only girl I've wanted since I was sixteen years old, in the William McKinley High auditorium and kissing you for the first time.

"Did you forget it all? Did Adam really make you blind by his awesome love that you couldn't even have the heart to call me on my birthday or on a holiday?" He pours out, with pure anger.

"Don't you dare bring up 'no communication'. You didn't call me either, Finn! You never called me! I thought that you would at least come by and see me the day I left, but you didn't! You showed me that you didn't want me anymore and I know that it's still true to this day!"

"Are you fucking kidding me," He mutters before raising his voice again. "I went to see you the day you left. I brought you fucking flowers and a necklace that I was going to give you as a house-warming gift when we got to our apartment in New York. But you left, not giving me the chance to make up to you. You didn't want me and now karma is here, because I don't want you either. Fucking leave, Rachel. Just get out of my house!"

She scrambles for her clothes and quickly goes to the other room, shoving it in her suitcase and pulling her jacket on. She runs out of his apartment and out into the cold midday in Columbus, going to a payphone to call a taxi cab service to take her to the airport.

Why did things always end with them with the phrase 'Just get out of my house?' It's probably the most sickening thing she's ever heard Finn say because it's like, you kick someone out of your house, the place you're most comfortable in, the place that's just you; you're kicking them out of your life.

Sobbing as she boards onto the plane, she regrets her choice of going back to Adam. Slipping the ring off of her finger and shoving it in her coat pocket, she shuts her eyes and passes out from her violent crying that had been persistent for the past three hours since she left.

-glee-

"Fuck!" He slams his fist into the dry wall, putting a hole right through it. He doesn't even give a shit about the damages to the wall or his fist. He's too caught up on the fact that Rachel Berry is going to be the death of him.

He goes to his kitchen, whipping the liquor cabinet open and pulling out a big bottle of Vodka. Hastily untwisting the lid and chucking it in the sink, he quickly takes a large swig from the clear bottle, the contents sloshing out and onto his shirt and torn up hand.

He screams in agony, the alcohol leaving a terrible sting, but takes another big gulp of the liquid. Stomping to his living room, he drops down onto his couch and sits for a while, letting his buzz set in before drinking some more and more to drown out all his feelings.

He's sure that this isn't safe, but he doesn't really care right now. He can't think of her and all the shit she did to him. He hears his phone ringing, so he shouts out at it to shut the fuck up, but it doesn't. Maybe he's a little crazy.

He finishes the whole bottle of Vodka before crawling back to the kitchen and reaching for something else to drink. He finds a beer bottle and collapses down on the tiled floor as he quickly drinks the brew, chucking the glass bottle in the other direction and laughing when he hears it shattering.

"You beer boddlllle," He slurs. "Are jus' like my heeaaaart!"

The last words before he passes out completely, his breathing shallow and his heart beating irregularly.