DISCLAIMER – I DON'T OWN GLEE, OR ANYTHING, IF I DID QUINN AND PUCK WOULD HAVE BEEN GOING OUT FOREVER.
- ''Quinn?'' -
Rachel's mouth hung open and her eyes were wide with shock, her face crumpled in the seconds after she spoke, after listening to (-someone-) speak.. she then exhaled a small and broken '' oh… '' before the phone crashed to the ground and a tear stained, devastated Rachel Berry fled the church, her dress billowing out behind her, leaving chaos in her wake
…...
Finn was the first to break the stunned silence that had settled over the room in the seconds after Rachel's shocking departure, he snapped out of his stupor and yelled after her, a note of desperation to his voice. He raced after her, again yelling her name. He paused just before me where I stood frozen, and nodded at me a fraction, transferring the leadership to me in a strange serious way that he knew I would understand,- it was all up to me now. (What, I didn't know, but it was one of the 'bro code 'signs we instinctively knew.) The door slammed shut for a second time and Finns heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor.
A thick tension and silence hung in the air broken only by our breathing and worried looks. Everyone had frozen, eyes glued to the door, wondering if someone would come back in and explain what the hell was going on. I was still by the door in a daze, my hand still on my tie and my mouth open in a sneer, about to say something completely jerk like to throw Santana of my scent, - to stop her cocking her head suspiciously at my un-Puck like behaviour.
Kurt had been standing next to Finn about to lay siege to him again with another onslaught of nagging criticisms about his arrival and ''improper wedding demeanour.'' He now just looked confused. As did the rest of the glee clubber's pale faces. My eyes flicked over to Santana, whose hand I noticed was caught up with Brittney's. Her eyes shifted to mine before they fixed on the floor again her face pale and her eyes wide in fear… Oh,
It clicked.
OH.
The phone.
It was still on.
The phone, it had laid on the floor its pink exterior mixing in with the awful burgundy coloured carpet, unnoticed til now. It had been silent to everyone until a muffled 'hello' rose from the carpet covered speakers. Everyone's eyes moved at once to the phone. And one by one to me.
My heart thudded, if it was possible, harder and louder than it was before, burning a hole of panic in my chest. Suddenly I became aware of how loud my breathing had become, and how expectantly they all looked at me. Oh frick. They want me to do it.
The knot in my stomach was suffocating me and the blood roaring in my ears was deafening me. I swear I felt the room spinning as I reached for the phone, suddenly feeling light headed. My whole body was tensing up,subconsciously reeling away from the phone, from the blow that I knew would break it.