Come What May Chapter 3: You'll Be In My Heart, a glee fanfic

***So, for those of you worried about HSM being in the final Nationals set list, HAVE NO FEAR. I would NEVER do that. As one of my readers put it, they would place 50th if they did. No, I have the entire set list for Nationals planned out, and there is NO HSM. So, now that we have put aside any fears, CHAPTER THREE! :) I own nothing :( Read and Review please! Reviews are love! :) –Rosaline***

Rachel and Blaine worked happily late into the night, completely forgetting their homework. Granted, the whole High School Musical idea had taken a good hour and a half of convincing, but once Rachel got them started, Blaine realized what a good idea it was. He was actually feeling confident about performing the song. Then his parents came home.

Rachel and Blaine were working out the last of the choreography when Mr. Anderson walked through the door around ten. He took one look and scoffed. Rachel looked to Blaine for an explanation, but he just signaled her to keep working.

So work they did. They got another fifteen minutes of work in. It was awkward as Mr. Anderson was staring when he finally laughed and began to walk out of the room. Rachel looked to Blaine and silently told him to just keep working, but Blaine had had enough of his father's dismissive scoffs, laughs, and disappointed sighs.

"What?" Blaine began quite shortly, "What did I do this time that was just so. DAMN. Funny?" Rachel put her hand on Blaine's shoulder but he just shrugged it off as Mr. Anderson continued to laugh.

"I just thought it was funny you were dancing with a GIRL. I thought you preferred FAGS." The last word came out malevolently. Rachel saw Blaine's face go red and tried to quickly diffuse the situation.

"We were practicing for glee club. National's is in a month and a half."

Mr. Anderson finally acknowledged Rachel's presence and continued on with his superior air, "I've never heard you refer to the Warblers as glee club. And here I thought your gay club lost at Regional's because of you and the other fag.

Rachel knew that would be it. Blaine was very protective of Kurt. He cared more about his well being than his own. Blaine saw red.

Surprisingly, he started quiet. "First off," he began, a murderous tone filling the room, "NEW DIRETIONS is going to Nationals. Second, I transferred. YOU would know that if you listened to a SINGLE WORD I SAID." Now Blaine lost it, Rachel sinking further and further back towards the wall. "AND THIRD, KURT, HIS NAME IS KURT, IS NOT A FAG. I AM NOT A FAG. AND IF YOU EVER EVEN DARE TO CALL KURT A FAG AGAIN, YOU WILL REGRET IT."

All went quiet. Mrs. Anderson was standing on the stairs to the upper level, Rachel, backed against a wall, and Blaine and his father in a standoff in the middle. Mrs. Anderson knew this day would come. She did. She just didn't want to face it.

Mr. Anderson was staring at the pristine white marble of the floor and back to his son while contemplating what to do next. Finally he spoke in a low, angry voice. "You have no right to speak to me that way. FAG."

"Go to hell."

Mr. Anderson had a fury in his eyes that was unparallel to anything Rachel, Blaine, nor Mrs. Anderson had ever seen before. He lunged at his son and smacked him across the face. When Blaine raised his fist to defend himself, his father kicked his knees in while at the same time punching him in the jaw as Blaine fell to the floor. Rachel was crying. Mrs. Anderson was crying as she ushered Rachel to her son's room in the basement. As she pulled her down the stairs before closing the door she whispered, "Take my baby away from here." The last image she saw, Blaine being held by his hair, his head being repeatedly smashed into the pristine white marble flooring, his blood staining the floor.

Rachel didn't know how long she was crying, waiting for Blaine. She didn't know exactly when she decided to call the only person she trusted. The phone rang a few times before the person picked up. "Hello? Rach, it's like midni- wait, what's wrong?"

All Rachel could do was cry. "Rach, where are you? I'm coming to get you." Finn spoke quickly into the phone as he was now very alert.

"No, no you can't come and get me. Just, just tell me it's going to be alright. Everything will work out." She sobbed into the phone.

"Rachel, are ok?"

"Yes, I'm FINE! Just say it. Please."

There was silence as Finn pondered this. Finally he spoke. "Shh, shh, it's going to be alright. Everything will work out. Shh, shh. Don't worry. Everything's ok." Rachel heard the door open as she began to calm down.

"I have to go." And with that she hung up and Blaine was flung down his stairs, Rachel running to catch him so he wouldn't be hurt more.

It wasn't pretty. His face was cut, bruised, and bloody. The rest of his body bruised and swollen. It took everything in Rachel not to start sobbing again. Rachel carried him to his bed and laid him down. She began to walk to the bathroom to grab a washcloth when Blaine mumbled.

"What? What is it Blaine?" Rachel asked with concern.

"Grab my, grab my, suitcases and, and p-p-pack everything you can into them. W-w-we're l-l-l-leaving." And his head fell back into his pillow. Rachel understood now what Mrs. Anderson had said to Rachel. Why she had put her down her here instead of taking her out the front door. She couldn't rescue her son. It was up to Rachel.

Rachel got determined really fast. She began packing furiously. Soon, all of his suitcases were filled. Now she just had to get them and Blaine to her car. She looked over at him, his breathing slow and labored.

"Blaine, how do I get you out of here?" She prayed he would be at least that coherent.

"The, the, bookcase." Rachel looked at the bookcase. Maybe he wouldn't be of much help. "Behind it."

Rachel moved to the bookcase and tried moving it. No luck. So she pushed. And kept pushing. She wasn't strong enough. Her last ditch effort? She took all of the books out of the bookcase and then pushed again. It budged. So she just kept pushing until a door was revealed. She turned the handle and it swung open, no problem.

She stepped into the cool night air and ran to her car and unlocked it. She left the passenger door open with the light off so as not to alert Mr. Anderson. She ran back and got Blaine. "Blaine, Blaine, I did it. I'm going to get you out of here." She picked him up (Barely) and got him to the car and buckled him in. she opened the trunk and ran back. She was so close. She came back with two of four suitcases and threw them into the trunk. She ran back and as she ran out the last time, she could have sworn she heard movement upstairs. They must have heard her. She closed the door locking it on her way out. She had to move fast. She threw the suitcases in her back seat slammed the trunk and the door shut. Rachel jumped into the driver's seat and threw the car into reverse. Mr. Anderson was coming outside. But he was too late. Rachel, Blaine, and his many suitcases were gone. She hopped on the interstate and went the one place Mr. Anderson wouldn't go. She drove an hour and a half to Carmel.

She pulled into a motel and bought a one night stay. She pulled Blaine into the dingy room and laid him down. Rachel had to think. What would their next move be? She couldn't take him back to Lima. Not tonight. She called Finn.

He picked up on the first ring. "Rachel! What the hell happened?"

"Finn, I need you to listen carefully. Grab your duffel and fill it with all of the medical supplies you can find. I'm in the Sleep-Eazy Motel in Carmel. Room 102. You need to book it out here. This last part is the most important. DO NOT TELL ANYONE. Do you understand me?"

Silence. Finally she got a response. "I've got the stuff. I'm on my way. Are you ok?"

"Emotionally? No. Physically? Yes. Just get out here please."

"I'm on my way."

An hour later, there was a pound at the door of Rachel and Blaine's room. It caused not only Rachel, but Blaine to jump. She had managed to clean off most of the blood but she needed medical supplies.

She looked through the peep hole. It was Finn. She opened the door and Finn threw his arms around her. "Thank CHEESUS you're alright!" When he finally let go, he saw Blaine in the bed. "Oh my Cheesus. What happened?" He rushed to Blaine with his duffel.

"His father. We packed his things and ran. I figured he wouldn't look in Carmel. Finn, I need you to take us home," Rachel stated as she began bandaging and applying various creams, gauze and tape to Blaine's face and body.

"Why can't you drive?"

"Mr. Anderson knows my car. Here are my keys. While I'm finishing this you are going out to my car and grabbing everything out of there and putting it in your truck, ok?" Finn's response was to get up and start his task.

Rachel looked at Blaine sadly as she continued to bandage her friend. "I'm so sorry."

Rachel looked at Blaine who had finally spoken. "Blaine, this is NOT your fault."

"If I had just shut up. If I hadn't-"

"Blaine, your father is despicable. You were standing up for yourself, and for Kurt. That's admirable, and you did certainly NOT deserve to be beaten half to death over it."

Blaine stayed silent for a moment before asking, "Where am I going to go?"

"Kurt's?" Rachel offered.

"No, it's too dangerous for him. And for me."

"Well, stay still, well as I was saying, you could stay with me. Your father wouldn't expect it at all."

"Thank you, Rachel but really-"

"I insist."

"Thank you. You're like the sister I never had."

"I aim to please." Finn walked in the room then as Rachel was finishing patching Blaine up.

"Everything is packed. Rachel here are your keys. I checked you out."

"Thank you, Finn. Blaine, take two of these." Blaine took the medication Rachel offered, and downed it in no time at all. "Alright, I think we are ready to go."

"Where am I taking you two?"

"My house, Finn."

The car ride home was silent. The interstate was empty, so the three made it to Rachel's house in forty minutes, easy. They took everything out of Finn's truck and brought it into the house quietly. They laid Blaine on Rachel's bed where he happily fell asleep, against the protesting Rachel put up.

Rachel walked Finn out to his car, the discomfort and unease salient. Rachel looked up to her only love with sad, tired, eyes. They both looked at each other regretfully, wishing first semester had never happened. Wishing Finn wasn't with Quinn.

"Thank you, Finn. I didn't know who to call. Anyone else probably would have thought I was just being dramatic. And Kurt, well, he wouldn't have been much help."

"Rachel, the second I heard you crying, I would have done anything to make you feel better."

"Thank you. You can't tell anyone. Not even Kurt. If we aren't at school, you have to act normally. No one can know."

"I get it. Goodnight Rachel." Finn brought her in for a warm, reassuring hug. When they looked up at each other, he leaned in and brought her in for a short, sweet kiss. They looked at each other and parted. Finn drove away, and Rachel went to bed.

How would she explain this to anyone? For the moment she couldn't worry. She could barely keep her eyes open. Rachel would decide tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow would be nice…

'Ain't, nothing gunna break my stride, ain't nothing gunna hold me down oh-' BANG!

Rachel rolled over as she turned her alarm clock off and looked at the time. Six AM. It couldn't be. She had literally JUST fallen asleep. Then she did the math. It had been about two thirty when Rachel had fallen asleep, so that would mean…three and a half hours of sleep. Wonderful.

Still, Rachel got up and dressed, quietly, so as not to wake Blaine and trudged downstairs where her fathers were waiting looking extremely cross. "Where were you last night young lady? We were scared out of our minds!"

Rachel gave daddy an exhausted look and started explaining, "Listen,"

"And would you like to explain why there is a BOY sleeping with you in your bed?" Dad yelled, his face turning red.

"Daddy please be quiet and listen to what I have to say. I have a good explanation as to why I didn't come home until two AM." Rachel said in an angry whisper. When she was sure they wouldn't interrupt her, she began her story.

"His father did that to him? Because he's gay?" Daddy whispered when Rachel had finally finished. "That's horrible. Rachel, what you did is very brave. I am so proud of you."

Dad finally came out of his stupor and said confidently, "Blaine can stay here for as long as he needs to. It's a safe haven here."

"Thank you, dad. There's one other thing though…Um, my car? It's still at the Sleep-Eazy motel. I didn't want to drive it back here. Just to be safe."

"We will call a tow truck and get it for you. Take my car." Dad said. Without warning, Blaine came awfully chipper down the stairs. Acting like nothing had happened, while still moving slowly due to the pain in his head.

"Alright, let's go to school Rach."

Rachel looked at him incredulously. Her father's extremely confused. "Uh, no. I'M going to school. YOU are staying home. You're in no condition to go out."

"Rachel," Blaine said adamantly, "Everyone will know something is up if I'm not at school. I can't worry Kurt."

"Kurt will be worried enough if he sees you like that!" Rachel said stubbornly.

"Reapply my bandages, and then put make up on over it."

Rachel looked at him blankly. "No."

"Yes."

"Blaine, last night you said and I quote, 'You're like the sister I never had.' As your sister, I look out for your well being, and going to school is NOT in your best interests."

"Well, TOUGH. I am going to school with or without you. Makeup or no makeup. Bandages or no bandages. And do you know who is going to get yelled at the minute Kurt finds out HE wasn't the one you called when all this went down? YOU." Blaine threatened. Rachel looked at him with anger and disbelief.

"You wouldn't."

"I can, will, and would." He enunciated. "However, were you to make me look normal, and allow me to go to school, all of this would just disappear."

Rachel pondered this for a minute; her father's holding back laughter at the scene playing out before them.

"You have no shame." She hissed as she got up and went up the stairs to prepare Blaine for his second day of school.

It took Rachel a good forty five minutes to make Blaine look acceptable. They missed before school glee rehearsal, and were running to their first period class. Blaine did well considering the beating he had taken last night. No one suspected anything had happened.

That was until glee.

"Alright," Mr. Shue began as he walked in the choir room for rehearsal, "Who is ready to perform?"

Blaine looked up and said brightly, "Rachel and I are!"

"No we aren't." Rachel lied quickly. "The steps aren't one hundred percent yet." Rachel glared at Blaine.

"Yes they are." Blaine fired back.

"No, they're not. You aren't ready."

"Yes. I am."

"No."

"Yes."

Kurt watched this happen thinking it was funny. "You two act like an old married couple." He joked. Rachel and Blaine both glared.

"You are in no shape,"

"Yes I AM. I will be FINE. Right KURT?"

Rachel glared at Blaine knowing the silent threat as Kurt stammered, "I suppose."

"No shame."Rachel whispered as they walked up to the center of the room and cued Brad.

The music filled the room as Rachel dropped her anger and sang.

"Take my hand, take a breath." They began to waltz, and did so throughout the entire song, adding in beautiful moves. They smiled sweetly throughout the whole song, just trying to lose themselves it the moment.
"Pull me close and take one step
Keep your eyes locked on mine,
And let the music be your guide."

"Won't you promise me,"

"Now won't you promise me, that you'll never forget,"

"We'll keep"

"Dancing to keep dancing wherever we go next,

It's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you
It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do
And with every step together, we just keep on getting better
So can I have this dance"

"Can I have this dance"

"Take my hand, I'll take the lead,"

Blaine sang as they let go and he held her hand as he brought her back for a simple waltz.

"And every turn will be safe with me
Don't be afraid, afraid to fall
You know I'll catch you threw it all

And you can't keep us apart"

"Even a thousand miles, can't keep us apart"

"'Cause my heart is,"

"Cause my heart is"

"Wherever you are

"Can I have this dance,"

"Oh no mountains too high enough, oceans too wide
'Cause together or not, our dance won't stop
Let it rain, let it pour
What we have is worth fighting for
You know I believe, that we were meant to be," They sang together, as the song came to a sudden quiet as she went in the air and he caught her as Blaine brought her back to the floor.

"It's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you

"Like you," Rachel sang powerfully as the music swelled back up.

"It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do,"

"Way we do,"

"And with every step together, we just keep on getting better
So can I have this dance,"

"Can I have this dance,"

"Can I have this dance,

Can I have this dance
Can I have this dance?"

They whispered as the song ended and they stood close still in waltzing positions.

Everyone stared. How were they supposed to respond? It was High School MUSICAL. "Well," Mr. Shue began, "That was certainly stretching yourself. I didn't expect that. I don't think anyone did."

Rachel gave him an incredulous stare then said, "Mr. Shue, had you not known it was High School Musical, how was it?"

Everyone was silent until finally Kurt spoke. "While I DESPISE HSM, and everyone knows that, Rachel is right. It was beautiful. They're ten times better than Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens could ever hope to be. They turned a horrible, terrible, cheesy song and made it a beautiful love song."

"Thank you Kurt." Rachel said as they sat down. Blaine and Rachel were both sweating from the waltzing. As Blaine swiped his hair back his fingers briefly ran over his forehead, making some bandage appear. Rachel caught it, but tried to act naturally.

But so did Kurt. "Hey, honey, what is that?" Kurt questioned as Kurt rubbed at Blaine's forehead, Blaine trying not to wince. "What, is that a band aid?"

Rachel stared, frozen in horror. He was going to find out. Finally Blaine screamed out, "Please stop! It hurts!"

Everyone stared at Blaine's sudden outburst, Kurt looking hurt. "If I tell you what's wrong will you stop rubbing at my forehead!"

Kurt merely nodded. Rachel stood up as Blaine said, "Hold on, I'll be right back. Rachel come and help me." She ran out of the room after Blaine. It took them lest time, as Rachel knew what she was doing this time. A good twenty minutes to get the bandages and makeup off and reapply everything but the makeup.

"Are you sure about this?" Rachel whispered before they walked back in the room.

Blaine gave Rachel a defeated glance, "I can't keep this from him. It'll hurt more if he finds out later, and I love him too much to lose him."

When Blaine walked in, everyone gasped. Kurt looked up and started crying. Blaine rushed to his side and held him. He kissed his hair and told him everything would be alright. "How did that happen?" Kurt hiccupped into Blaine's shirt.

And they retold the story for the second time. Kurt was sobbing harder when they finished, Blaine and Rachel on the verge of tears now as well.

"Come stop your crying, it'll be alright," Everyone looked over to Brittany who had begun to sing.

"Just take my hand, hold it tight," They all were amazed at the sincerity and innoncence in her voice. She had tears building in her eyes.

I will protect you from all around you,

I will be here, don't you cry,

'Cause you'll be in my heart,

Yes, you'll be in my heart,

From this day on now and forevermore." Brittany started crying so Rachel took over.

"For one so small, you seem so strong,

My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm.

"This bond between us, can't be broken,

I will be here, don't you cry," Blaine and Kurt joined in.

"'Cause you'll be in my heart,

Yes, you'll be in my heart,

From this day on now and forevermore,

You'll be in my heart,

No matter what they say,

You'll be here in my heart,

Always." The four all sang together.

"Always." Brittany whispered.

Rachel ran up to Brittany and hugged her, followed shortly by Blaine and Kurt.

"Thank you." Rachel whispered.

"We are a family. I don't like to see my family cry." Brittany whimpered.

"Look," Blaine said smiling now, "We aren't crying anymore. See?"

Everyone watched this unfold and was touched. Mr. Shue wiped his eyes, as did the rest of the girls and said smiling, "I think we found one of our songs for Nationals. Sung by Brittany."

Everyone clapped. And for the moment, everything was ok. Nothing else mattered but their little unconventional family.

***What did you think? So, I know I promised more, but I started writing and, well, this happened. I am really happy with it! Thoughts? Next chapter should be awkward performances, and hopefully Klaine's date at Kurt's house! Unless, my mind takes me somewhere else…but I doubt that will happen! Read and Review! Reviews are love! :) –Rosaline***

+Oh, and sorry about the HSM…won't happen again…sorry. :)+