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"Are you insane?" I angrily shouted. In an instant all three girls had joined us, but they weren't fast enough to stop me from lunging at Finn. My fists were attacking anywhere I could reach, I felt like it was my own personal mission to make him suffer as much as I was.

Quinn was the one to finally pull me back. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked, the shock clearly written on her face.

"What's wrong with me?" I laugh incredulously "I don't know maybe it's because I'm at my fathers' funeral right now." I paused to take a breath; Rachel Berry was ready to rant "My fathers' funeral because THIS jackass killed him!" I finally exploded.

I don't normally swear but something has come over me and this feels needed. Clearly New York is changing me.

Behind me I hear Quinn and Brittany gasp in unison and then what I assume to be angry Spanish followed by Santana bellowing "YOU SON OF A-"

"SHUT UP!" I cut her off she doesn't get to play hero now "This is just as much your fault as it is his! He was out drinking after you went all HBIC and called him to brag about my life!" I shouted. I'm honestly exhausted my voice cracked over every other word, and I've never felt more let down or disappointed in my life.

"Look Rach, I'm sor-"Finn tried to cut in. Oh great round two. "No stop." I cried out, the tears are evident in my voice. "You think you get to half ass an apology and flash your stupid dopey grin and all your wrong doings will be forgotten, you think everyone will go back to thinking your some sweet guy again, but not this time!"

I'm pissed, I'm fuming, and if looks could kill this earth would have two less occupants.

"And you." I spin at Santana "You're just as guilty as him!"

Santana steps up while I'm trying to control my breathing. I can see a hint of something in her eyes but I can't place it. Hurt? Anger? I'm not sure but it doesn't matter what's done is done.

"Listen here short stack. I was having your back, I was protecting you!"

"Liar!" I howled "You did it for yourself and you know it, you're still the same bitch from high school you haven't changed at all. I told you literally two days before you called him that he wasn't an issue but you had to go stir the pot! Are you happy now?" I viciously ask.

I take a deep breath and two steps back, I'm not calm by any means but I need to relax before I kill one of them. I shoot a look behind me where Quinn and Brittany are pretty much afraid to move like they don't want to make it worse, how could it be worse?

If my life wasn't falling apart right now this might be funny. Little Rachel Berry letting loose on Finn Hudson and Santana Lopez, who actually look scared right now and maybe even a little guilty. Good

I narrow my eyes and lower my voice to just above a whisper before delivering my parting words: "I will never forgive either of you for this." I spit out.

I spin on my heel and start making my way down the sidewalk when a hand grabs my shoulder. I can tell from how soft the hand is and the butterflies in my stomach that it's Quinn.

When I turn to look at her the tears are coming so fast I wonder how she can even see. "Relax" I whisper. How backwards is this? I look into her eyes; they are no longer hazel all I see is cold, sad black shining back at me. There's no comfort there. "I'm not mad at you; I just want to be alone. I'll call you later I promise." I squeeze her hand softly.

Before completely breaking contact I give the group one final look over. Finn is standing there looking at the ground like grass is the most interesting thing he's ever seen, Brittany looks seconds away from tears, and Santana is refusing to make eye contact.

They all look miserable. Good I bitterly think, maybe now they feel half as bad as I do.

I pull away from Quinn which feels like the hardest thing so far today. I can't be with these guys right now I just can't. As I start to walk away I decide to leave Finn with the Un Holy Trinity I know they'll deal with him.

Behind me I can hear talking but at this point I could honestly care less what's being said it isn't going to change anything. Suddenly a loud crack fills the air followed by a high pitched scream. I spin around to see Finn on the ground, blood rushing from his face with Brittany standing above him fists clenched. "That was NOT very nice" she hisses out.

I let out an evil chuckle and keep walking, well that's a start.

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Lima's a small town and I wasn't sure where I was heading but after twenty minutes of walking I wasn't surprised to see that I had arrived at Lima's Community Theatre. This was me and my dads special place, once a month we would have a Rachel and dad day where we would go see a show here then go get some ice cream. He would always tell me after a show that I was destined for bigger and brighter stages.

I chock back a sob remember the memory. I made my way to the door praying to whatever God that might be listening for it to be unlocked. When the door opens I swiftly enter and let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding.

Looking down the halls I feel sick to my stomach. I can't even count how many times I have been in this very hall ready to see a show with dad by my side with his suit jacket and tie. He would always have his large hand encompassed with my smaller one so he could guide me and keep me safe. I swear if I focus hard enough I can still feel it.

An opening door brings me out of my fantasy, I quickly look down at my empty left hand, shit. I glance up and see an elderly custodian making his way towards me. "Rachel, hey" he greets softly. "Hi Ed" I offer weakly. Dad used to talk to Ed after every show. He's an amazingly kind man and I like to think of him as a grandpa.

"How are you Hun?" he asks. Oh good the sad eyes are back of course he knows. "I'm good" I lie and throw on a fake show smile. He gives me a look that says he isn't buying it but he lets it go anyway. Bonus points for Ed. "listen I was just about to lock up" he starts "oh! I'm so sorry I'll get out of your way." I hurriedly start making my way towards the door when Ed calls out "no kiddo you stay." He sadly smiles, "I know how helpful it is to be alone in an empty theatre with your thoughts." He ruffles my hair and with that he's gone.

I walk down the aisle and sit in my normal seat, third row second seat from the left. I glance over at dads empty seat…forever empty seat. Suddenly I'm over come with rage again. "Fuck you Finn Hudson!" I yell to the empty theatre. "And fuck you too Santana!" I throw in for good measure.

I quickly think back to the party I had in high school. He thought I couldn't hold my liquor? Ha! What about him? What group is he in? The jerks that get angry drunk for no reason and ruin everyone else's lives? Sounds about right.

We all know Finn isn't the sharpest tool in the shed but drunk driving? A hit and run? That isn't him either. Still I meant it when I said I could never forgive him. How is a person just supposed to forget something like this?

He thinks if he whines enough everything will be fine, but I'm done playing that game with him. He gets away with everything and I'm sick of it he has to have some consequences too. He wants everyone to still see him as the loveable quarterback from high school, well news flash he was never that guy he just acted the part really well.

Now about San, ahh why did she do that? I shouldn't be surprised she butted in but still. There was no reason to bring up my news she just wanted to upset him and she knew he'd react badly what's the point? Grow the hell up. It might have been a little harsh to throw high school back in her face, but I wasn't wrong she insists on still acting like the HBIC and I'm over it.

Suddenly the anger is back and before I can stop myself I'm pounding into the seat in front of me, I'm vaguely aware that my knuckles are bleeding but I can't find it in myself to care. After working the seat over like a speed bag for a minute I take a deep breath and reach for my phone. I need Quinn so badly I can't believe I ever walked away before.

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QPOV

I'm laying on the leather couch in Santana's living room watching her pace around for the last thirty minutes. Her parents are away for a business trip in Chicago so we knew we could be alone here and free to talk.

I tune back into San as she complains loudly in Spanish, the only word I've recognized is "bitch" which has been used about 7 or 8 times now...this can't be good. Don't get me wrong I'm absolutely infuriated with that man child Finn. What go out get plowed and drive drunk? That solves your problems? NO man up. If there weren't so many witnesses earlier I would have killed him cold blood right there no questions asked.

So alas here I am in the Lopez living room watching Santana try her hardest to put holes in the floor. "San calm down" I try for at least the 15th time.

"Can you believe the hobbit?" she bites out. The hobbit really? Were back to that?

"How can she blame me?" she continues "sure I do admit I shouldn't have called him that was probably a 'no no'" oh god is she air quoting? "But" she loudly starts up again "it's not like I called and said he Finny boy ya know what's fun? Drunk driving!" she bitterly laughs, oh it's an evil sound. "And it's not like I was pouring drinks down man boobs throat!"

She angrily collapses next to me on the couch and her head immediately finds refuge on my shoulder. "It's not my fault" she says in a tone much gentler than the one she was using before. It sounds like she's asking me not telling me.

I reach for her hand and start rubbing my thumb over her palm trying to help her calm down. "I know San, I know" I tell her softly, "Rach is just mad and lashing out, she forgives everyone you know that.

She lets out a loud sigh "She should be thanking me anyway!" she states confidently. I give her a look that clearly says: explain.

"I was just trying to get him to back off so you two could finally get together." I look at her and her eyes are finally flashing with a little bit of mischief. This worries me more than I care to admit.

"San" I try before she cuts me off "No listen Blondie, the sexual tension with you two is sickening" oh crap is it that obvious? "She likes you, you like her so what are you waiting for?"

"San" I try to reason "we have never even talked about it, and this isn't the right time with everything else going on."

"Why talk when you can get your mack on?" she winks. Theirs that Santana logic we all know and hate.

"Quinn" she goes back to serious "I'm going to head to McKinley" "what why?" I visibly shudder, who would willingly go back there?

"Well according to the midget I haven't changed since high school, and high school Santana ran when she was pissed so this seems logical. Hmm I wonder where my cheerios skirt is?" she questions out loud.

"It's in our closest" Britt chimes in from the corner where she was happily posted in a recliner icing her swollen hand from where she had punched Finn. I'm a little jealous to be honest, I would give anything for a shot at my Ex but I knew innless I wanted the cops called I had to get Santana out of there.

"Remember" Brittany continues "you wanted to use it to role-""ok B TMI" I yell while plugging my ears, these two will be the death of me.

My phone beeps and my chest rises when I see it's a text from Rachel.

Sorry I've been so distant today. Meet me at the docks pretty please?-R

A smile takes over my face before I can help it as I type out my reply.

Of course baby girl, be there in 10. Need anything?-Q

Instantly she replies just you C:

Oh yeah we really need to have this talk soon.

"Go get your girl and while you're at it try and convince her I'm not the devils offspring." She tries to joke but one look in her eyes and I can see how upset she is and how much this is bothering her.

"San" I pause I'm not sure how to make this better. "Shut up preggers, get out, Berry needs you more than I do"

I'm not sure if that's true so I give her a hug trying to convey everything I can't find words for, I hope it works. I quickly make a dash upstairs I know some of my old clothes are in Santana's closet and I want to grab something for my girl before I go. I like the sound of that: my girl

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Santana's POV

I've been running around McKinley's track for at least two hours, I've done countless miles and still I feel like the scum of the universe. I know Berry's right but what am I going to do?

I need a plan to fix this, and a way to bring down Finn, I know he thinks after he confessed and apologized that everything's okay but not a chance in hell I'm letting him off that easy.

"Think" I yell at myself "what would HBIC 18 year old S do?" my old sneer finds its way to my lips. Oh yes I have a plan. But no more doing shit behind Berry's back I'll find her first thing in the morning to beg for forgiveness and then to clue her in. brilliant! I fist pump for good measure.

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Rachel's POV

I smile as I read Quinn's text before leaning my head back to look at the stars. This was me and my dad's spot; he would take me here for privacy when he knew I needed to tell him something away from daddy because I knew he would freak out. He actually knew all the details about my Finn drama and he would bring me here to talk about it. My dad was the one who tried to convince me to give Finn another chance after high school. Well you can't be right all the time.

I'm starting to get angry again when I see Quinn,I instantly can't suppress the smile that takes up my face when I see her. This girl lights up my world.

She wordlessly hands me an old red and white McKinley hoodie, It's her cheerio hoodie from senior year. I look down at my funeral dress and blush embarrassedly I hadn't even realized how cold I was or that I was even still wearing it. I quickly throw on the sweat shirt and it smells like Quinn. Oh she is never getting this one back, I hope she doesn't mind.

She sits down and takes my hand, the one that was bleeding earlier. She gives me the saddest smile I've ever seen while she gently rubs over my knuckles and I swear I feel my heart break.

"Hey baby girl" she whispers while she pulls me into a hug "Hey" I respond my voice matching hers.

She wraps me securely in her arms; I let out a content sigh when I notice how well we fit together.

After ten minutes of looking at the sky, our legs dangling above the water, I break the silence. "I can't forgive them." I admit "I'm just so angry, Quinn I'm sorry fo-""Stop it right there Rachel Barbara" she sternly says. "You have nothing to be sorry for, you hear me?" I shakily try and nod my head as she continues "no one expects you to just move on from this, take as long as you need."She pauses to look into my eyes and lightly holds my face wiping a few tears that have escaped with her thumb "if you're mad be mad, if you're happy be happy. Thiers no wrong way to do it.

I awkwardly shuffle on the dock to get comfortable, when I settle I put my head in her lap and turn to look up at her. As soon as my head make contact with her legs her fingers immediately find my hair. I couldn't stop the tears right now if I tried.

"Don't give up on me" I shakily whisper. My voice is so hoarse I'm surprised she heard me. "Never" she answers her voice even and firm as she leans down to kiss the tears off my cheeks.

"Stay with me?" I choke out. "Forever" she supplies leaning down to give my other cheek the same attention. She gives me one last kiss on the forehead, and laying here in her arms I believe for the first time in a week that maybe, just maybe everything's going to be ok.

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