Chapter 7: Too Much
Santana heard the door close. She couldn't believe Finn would actually run away. That kid needed to grow up already. Rachel needed him right now. She wouldn't let him get away with this.
Coming out of her room, she found Rachel in tears at the table. Torn between chasing after Finn and consoling Rachel, she had to make a quick choice. She leaned over by where Rachel was sitting and gave her a tight hug. Rachel hadn't told her everything before. Santana didn't know it was Brody's; though it did make sense. It took a few minutes, but eventually Rachel started to calm down. Releasing her, Santana pulled her phone out. She could still find Finn, but she shouldn't leave Rachel here on her own.
"I'm calling Kurt, okay?"
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to leave you alone right now." She didn't tell Rachel she was going to follow Finn. That was one burden Rachel didn't need to carry right now. Santana wasn't even sure she could get Finn to come back.
"Where are –" Rachel began, but Santana held up a hand to stop her.
"Kurt? You need to come home and be with Rachel. Right now."
"I'm on my way up right now, actually. What's going on Santana? Is Rachel okay?"
Santana looked questioningly at Rachel. Rachel nodded.
"No." She said simply. Then a moment later she added. "She's pregnant."
Finn didn't know where he planned on going. He just knew he had to get away. It was too much for him to handle. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. Well not him. Again. It was sophomore year all over again. Wasn't it ever going to be him that got his girl pregnant?
He hated himself. Why, oh why did he ever let her go? He thought he was doing the right thing at the time. Rachel was born to be a star. She had to go to New York. He would never regret sending her there but he did wish he had gone with her. New York was a big city; he could have found something to do. He had lost the one thing he held closest to his heart; the one thing he cared about the most. Never would he love anyone the way he loved her.
There was one place that occurred to Finn to go. That he had even thought of that made him hate himself even more. But he could think of nowhere else, so he stuck with it.
Santana had met Kurt outside the apartment door. He had been displeased with her quick "Rachel needs you" response to his "What the hell is going on?" But Santana had no time to explain. She had to get to Finn before he left the city.
Where would Finn Hudson go? There was only one location she could think of. She hailed a taxi, and told the driver to go to the airport. On the way there she looked up flight info, hopefully the next plane wasn't leaving for a while. It was 10:14 the next plane left at 1:05. She was in luck.
She ran to the ticket office. He wasn't there. She looked around, it was a big airport, where was she supposed to find him? She noticed someone about Finn's height with a jacket like Finn's head into the men's restroom. What the hell? She thought and followed the man in.
No one looked when she entered. "Finn?"
"What the hell lady?" One of the guys questioned her.
"Wrong door, sweatheart." Another told her.
Santana ignored them.
"Finn I know you're in here."
So much for privacy. He knew she would find him eventually so he came out of the stall. His eyes were watery, something he had hoped no one would see.
He grabbed her arm roughly and began steering her out of the bathroom, "Santana, what the hell?" He turned on her as soon as they were out.
"I should ask you that. You'd think you'd have matured over the past 3-and-a-half years. But you haven't. You're still the pathetic asshole you were back then."
Finn was silent. She couldn't make him feel worse than he already felt.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." She apologized.
"No you shouldn't have."
"I know I'm a bitch, and I'm trying to be a little nicer. At least for Rachel right now. But sometimes I let my natural ways get in the way."
She continued, "Rachel needed you. And you left her. I thought you loved her."
"I do." He insisted.
"You left her."
"I… I messed up."
"Yeah you did."
Finn shot her a look.
Santana ignored it.
"Did you buy a ticket yet?"
"No, I couldn't bring myself to do it yet."
"What are you going to do then?"
"I honestly don't know."
"She needs you. Right now especially, you know I'm not very good at the whole sharing feelings thing, and Kurt's okay, but I know she'd rather talk to you. You're good at talking her through things; helping her calm down."
"I screwed things up though. Why would she ever forgive me? This is all my fault. If I had never put her on that train –"
Santana interrupted him. "You love her don't you? This is your chance. Show her you've changed. Be a man this time instead of running away like you always do."
Finn thought about that a minute.
Santana continued. "This might be your last chance. If you don't talk to her, she might not give you another chance."
He knew she was right.
"You're right. I'll come back with you."