My school's Year 12 Muck Up Day was today and one of my friends (who is in Year 9, like me) boyfriend is in Year 12 so she brought glitter to school to get him back for a previous incident. The problem was they didn't have it at school, so we played around with the glitter and somehow I ended up with purple glitter on my face. Anywho, here's the next chapter! Enjoy :)
Just the fact that she had actually agreed to see him gave him tingles. The fact that she was actually here made his heart skip a beat. Obviously, he couldn't get his hopes up because she hadn't actually forgiven him yet, but there was nothing wrong with trying was there? She sat awkwardly on his lounge. She fiddled with the hem of her dress and her eyes were shifting around the room looking at everything except him.
"Thanks for coming," Finn said, enthusiasm dripped off his tone.
"That's okay, Finn," Rachel replied in monotone. She didn't mean for it to come out like that. She wanted to be enthusiastic about the whole thing but she was finding it hard to be enthusiastic about anything lately. Finn smile dropped a little.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm tired. It's not you, I promise,"
"That's alright. So, how'd you end up in the hospital anyway?"
Rachel shifted her gaze back to the floor. "I was running and I tripped and fell." Okay, so it wasn't the whole truth. But it was true, partly. She had been running and she did trip and fall. She shuddered as the image of her accident passed through her brain. The fists, the pain, her knight in shining armour all passed her though her mind.
"Right, I hope you didn't hurt yourself too much," Finn's voice brought Rachel out of her trance. She shook it off and tried to hide the pain in her eyes but Finn caught the look and frowned at her.
"What's wrong, Rachel?" he asked.
"Nothing...nothing at all,"
"I'm not a complete idiot Rachel. I know something's up. What is it?"
"It's fine, really!" she snapped back. She immediately regretted it but Finn didn't let the little outburst faze him. He'd known Rachel long enough to know she got defensive about the things that ran through her mind.
"You know you can trust me right, Rach?" he explained cheerfully. She liked that he kept a brave face despite her moods.
"I know. It's just...I don't know. It's hard for me to talk about it,"
"Take your time,"
Rachel sighed and delved into the day of her accident.
Rachel sat on the bed in her father's spare room; her old bedroom. She sat surrounded by sheets and sheets and sheets of music and pencils were scattered across the bed in all directions. Something about the way she sat seemed like high school. The only thing missing was...Finn. He should've been sitting on the floor in the corner of the room studying his heart out or coaxing her into an epic make out session. But that was high school and this now and she couldn't let herself get caught up in memories of the past.
She was jolted out of her day dreams by a knock on the door. Without a second thought she rushed downstairs to open the door. She was greeted by a slap across the cheek. She jumped back in surprise and pain and looked into the eyes of the one person she thought she'd never see again.
"Jesse St. James!" she spat.
"Now, now, Rachey. No need to be rude. Why don't you let me in?" Jesse asked, venom dripping off his tone.
"I don't want you in,"
Jesse pushed past her and ran his fingers along the mantelpiece of the hallway before turning back to the woman with her hands on her hips tapping her foot.
"I want to be in," he said.
"Get. Out." Rachel pointed to the now closed door. "I have nothing to say to you!" She ran up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom. She closed her door and collapsed onto to the small amount of free space on her bed. Jesse barged into the room, a malicious look on his face.
"Get out of this house!" Rachel screamed but he only came closer. Rachel shot up off her bed and tried to move towards the door but Jesse reached her before she had any time to escape his malicious hold over her nerves.
Jesse reached out and grabbed Rachel by her wrist while he used his other hand to aim a fist at her face. Somehow she managed to escape his hold before his fist collided with her head and she raced out the door and down the stairs. Halfway down the stairs, she tripped over her feet and fell head first to the bottom. Jesse St. James trailed after her and used his shoe to kick her in the gut. Luckily for Rachel, Noah Puckerman was due to arrive at the house for something that he wouldn't tell her over the phone. Puck raced in to the house and took a swiping punch at Jesse before forcing him out and calling the cops him. Then he called the ambulance and stayed with Rachel the entire time.
By the time Rachel had recounted the events of the day of the accident her cheeks were wet with tears and her head was buried in her hands. Finn stared at her with wide eyes. She was clearly terrified of Jesse St. James and Finn should've been there to save her. He pulled Rachel into his arms and let her cry on his shirt. He kissed the top of her head.
"I should've of been here," he said so quietly that Rachel almost didn't hear.
"No, no it isn't your fault," she whimpered in response.
"I shouldn't have left you! I should've been here,"
"No! You had to go back! It's what you needed at the time," she argued. She knew now that he needed it. She knew about everything that had happened when he went back. She knew about his work troubles, Nikki-Lee Samson and she knew about the baby kerfuffle.
"You think?" Rachel nodded and another wave of tears escaped and Finn held her close to his heart and kissed her forehead again. "One day I'll tell you," he whispered into her hair so she couldn't here. "But not right now." He was content to have them where they were no matter how much it pained him.
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