I didn't know whether to continue this as a twoshot... Until a reviewer asked if I would consider doing a chapter where it showed what happened to Rachel.

I have decided to do it, but please read if you are only comfortable with mentions of suicide. It won't be graphic, I promise.

Please, again read at your own expanse :) I did warn ya!

Enjoy x

The door shut as Santana and Kurt went out, leaving Rachel on her on own. She was sat on the sofa, staring at the blank TV with lifeless eyes. She was dressed in one of Finn's shirts and his cardigan, which she had kept when he visited her in New York. She closed her eyes and choked on a tear, what slipped down her cheek. She took a deep breath and slowly got up from the sofa, wrapping Finn's cardigan around her tightly, as she headed in the direction of the kitchen. However, she froze when she smelt a very familiar scent.

'Finn?' she asked, out loud. She looked around the apartment, watching closely for any sign. But all she saw the same four walls she had been staring at for the past week. She sighed and turned back around, before walking a few stops and feeling someone brush their fingers against her neck.

'FINN?' she screamed, her hand clasping the back of her neck as she whipped round. Her head moving in every direction. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. She headed to the fridge and yanked it open. She groaned as she remembered that she was supposed to go shopping today. All that was in the fridge was cheese, butter and some eggs along with some milk and water. Her eyes landed on the cheese and she remembered the time 'Grilled Cheesus' had been born, thanks to Finn's toastie maker. She let out a guttural cry and slammed the fridge door shut. A hand slammed to her mouth as she tried to stop the sobs erupting form her mouth. She rushed back into the living room, accidentally knocking into the small cabinet they had. The cabinet crashed to the floor, glass shattering as it connected with the floor. She froze.

'Shit' she whispered, as she knew Kurt was proud of the cabinet. She went to pick it up, when a cold gust of wind swept through the room. She whipped round, her eyes going straight to the window. It was locked. 'WHY ARE YOU DOING TO ME?' she screamed, her hands going straight to her hair and clutching her head as she let the sobs rip from her throat. She hit the wall as she stumbled back. She screamed and acted before she thought. She grabbed the photo frame off the wall and threw it across the room, watching as it shattered onto the floor...

Kevin was watching the New York game on TV, when fainting banging got his attention. He frowned and grabbed the remote, switching the TV to mute. He listened and realized the noises were coming from the Hummel-Berry-Lopez apartment. He could here the screams of anguish and despair. He sighed and grabbed the keys, heading up the apartment, failing to notice it went quiet after he stepped out of his apartment...

Rachel didn't know what was wrong with her, but smashing nearly everything in the living room and her bedroom felt so good. She swept her arm across her vanity dresser, everything, including the mirror, smashing onto the floor. She wrenched her wardrobe doors open and tore her clothes out of the wardrobe, throwing them anywhere. She stumbled into her bathroom, ignoring the knocking at her apartment door. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was glad Santana had bolted the door shut. She gripped the counter with her hands, staring at the unrecognizable reflection in the mirror. She had glass stuck in her hair, from when it bounced back. She choked on the sobs that were still erupting from her throat.

'Finn! Please... Please come back! Come back!' she sobbed, sliding down the counter and to her knees, clutching her heart. She suddenly felt tired and slumped against the counter, her head falling to the side. Something gleamed in the bottom of the bin and sh crawled towards it. She dug around and brought up into the palm of her hand. She held it up, holding between her thumb and forefinger, before bringing it down without a second thought...

William Schuester didn't expect to wake up at 2:46am. He groaned and slipped from the bed he shared with Emma. He goraned and padded through his apartment to the kitchen, answering the phone.

'Hello?' he yawned into the reciever

'Mr Schuester?' came a watery voice. Will's head shot up, awake and on full alert.

'Kurt? Why are you ringing at three in the morning?' He questioned his former student. Kurt sniffle don the end of the reciever. Will sighed. 'Listen, Kurt... I know you're still hurting over Finn-'

'Rachel's dead! Killed herself in her bathroom! Me and Santana only went to the coffee shop, because Rachel told us to! We came back and she's dead!' Kurt cried, finally letting his tears fall. He could hear Santana's cries as she informed Rachel's Dads of what had happened. Will's eyes widened in shock.

'What?' he questioned, his legs feeling weak, butt he used the wall to support himself.

'Rachel's dead! Bled to death after harming her wrists badly, and I mean badly!' Kurt cried. Will sunk to the floor, as the news settled in. Not Rachel. Rachel, who had her whole life ahead of her, denistied to be the next Broadway superstar. He was so caught up in letting his own tears, he didn't realize Kurt was still on the other end. He gathered himself together and spoke into the receiver.

'Kurt! Listen to me! Do you want me to come over?'

'No! Me and Santana are gonna fly back tomorrow!... Can we... Can we meet up? the gang and you? I think I'd like to hold a memorial... A joint one for Finn and Rachel... I think they'd like that' Kurt asked him. Mr Schuester smiled

'Of course. Just call Blaine tomorrow with the details and tell him to pass them onto me... I have a few thing I would like to say about them both' he said.

'Okay... I'll- I'll see you tomorrow... Sometime... Bye' Kurt said, hanging up so he could let out the tears in private. Back with Mr Schuester, he let the phone drop to the floor and he let the tears fall.

'Will? What's happened?' Emma asked, as she had heard his cries from their bedroom. She crouched down besides him and hugged him tightly. 'What's happened?' she repeated softly.

'Dead... Rachel... Dead' he gasped out between sobs. Emma's eyes widened at Will's response and instinctively hugged him tighter. She slowly felt her own tears build and let them fall, as they grieved together, for the loss of another bright star...

R&R :D xx