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Chapter 2:

11:59. Rachel had been staring at the clock for an hour, watching as the minutes passed by. Signing audibly she turned on her back, pulling her blankets closer to her chin. She was staying in the spare bedroom at the Hudson-Hummel's new house; Carole had refused to allow her to go home. Not that it really was a home any more. Rachel was desperate for sleep, but her mind was racing and her body wouldn't allow her to sleep. There was an unfamiliar feeling of shock settling on her chest and she was completely unsure of what to do with it. Her heart weighed heavily in her chest as she rolled over to look at the clock again.

12:00. There was an instant feeling of guilt that overcame her when she realized what day it was. Christmas Eve. The sadness that had been growing in her heart all day swelled suddenly, and she sat up in bad. Swinging her feet onto the floor she stood up and walked out of the bedroom towards Finn's room.

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Finn lay awake, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. It was just after midnight, and it wasn't unusual for him to be awake at this time. However the devastating news of Rachel's parents had but him in a zombie like state where he didn't feel like doing anything. As they parted ways over an hour ago he pointed out his door to her in case she needed anything. He frowned. He was still supposed to be mad at her, but in the present situation all his feelings of anger had evaporated and all he wanted to do was make things better. With a yawn he reached up, rubbing his eyes with his hand.

"Finn?" A small voice whispered from outside his door. He knew the voice instantly, it was Rachel. Curiously he got out bed and opened the door to see her standing there clad in pyjamas that he recognized as Kurt's. She was looking down at the floor, refusing to look at him.

"I'm sorry Finn…" She said in a barely audible voice as she willed herself not to start to cry again. This visit was supposed to be about him, not her, but the feeling of guilt was too overwhelming. "I'm so Sorry Finn."

A lone tear slipped down her cheek and she forced herself to stare at her feet even harder. The window in his room was open and he swore that he could see the moon reflect in the drop of water that graced her face for a second. Was this about Puck?

"For what?" He asked almost nervously. Despite the tight feeling in his chest he reached out, brushing the tear away with his thumb, and forced her to look at him.

"I – I didn't mean to ruin your Christmas Finn. I know how much you love it." She told him sadly.

"Rach…" He said slowly pulling her into a hug. What could he say? This wasn't exactly going to make his Christmas better. Finn frowned, then looked down into her eyes, deciding to be truthful.

"I wasn't really having a good Christmas anyways…I missed you too much. All I have done it mope around here for the last week."

"Really?" She asked, almost hopeful. He nodded.

"Come down stairs with me for a moment?" He asked offering her his hand. She looked at it hesitatingly for a moment before taking it. Quietly they walked down stairs to the living room where the Christmas tree was situated. She watched curiously as he bent down to turn the lights on the tree on. Finn walked over to his Dad's old recliner, which he had been allowed to put in the living room despite Kurt's protests. Rachel looked at him, standing awkwardly unsure of what she was supposed to do.

"Come sit with me." He invited, gesturing for her to come sit on his lap. Nervously she walked towards him and crawled onto his lap. They had this quite often before they broke up, and she knew the significance of the chair.

"What are we doing down here?" She asked, her body stiff against his.

"Relax Rachel…you're like a two by four." Rachel sighed, but allowed her body to meld into his, although she was still unsure if this was a good idea.

"So…" the teenager prompted. Finn paused before speaking, lifting his hand to rest on her arm gently.

"When I was six I wrote a letter to Santa asking him to give me my Dad back for Christmas," he began, "I woke up that Christmas morning and ran down the stairs, so excited to finally get to meet my Dad. When I got to the living room I looked everywhere for him until I finally realized he wasn't there. I started to cry because I just couldn't understand why Santa wouldn't want to give me my Dad back…That was the year I stopped believing in Santa." Finn let out a bittersweet laugh. "Ever since then, every night leading up to Christmas Eve I would go to the living room, turn on the tree and sit in my Dad's recliner. I wanted him to be here for Christmas so badly." Rachel looked up at him, brown eyes on him only. "I would curl up in this chair, and wish with everything that I had that he would come back. Sitting in this chair always makes me feel close to him."

"Whenever I got sad…" Rachel's voice cracked as she began to speak. "My Dad's would bring me a glass of water…and now…" She could feel herself starting to cry again. "I've never been so sad in my life and they're not here to bring it to me." Tear's feel freely, but she was silent in her crying this time.

"I'll always be around to bring you a glass of water. I promise." In that moment Finn made a choice – he didn't care what had happened between her and Puck. They would work it out, and he loved her way to much to let her go. Besides, she really needed him now.

"Would you like me to get you one?" She nodded slowly, licking her lips unsurely. Finn slid himself out from underneath her and stood up to go to the kitchen. Thoughtlessly he leaned forward to give her a kiss on the lips but then remembered that they were still broken up and caressed her hair instead. Then he turned and walked to the kitchen, embarrassment flushing his face. He sighed when he got there. In the events of the evening they had forgotten to wash the dishes and he knew there weren't any clean glasses left. However, he refused to go back empty handed so he rooted through the pile of dirty dishes for a glass to clean for her. After finding one he squirted it with a dot of soap and scrubbed until it was clean. Satisfied he dried it off before filling it with cool tap water. By the time he got back to the living he found Rachel curled up in his Dad's recliner sleeping peacefully. He looked at the glass of water in his hand and then back at her. There was no way he was going to wake her up. Quickly he ran back into the kitchen, dumping the contents of the glass into the sink then made his way back into the living room where he turned off the Christmas tree. Careful not to wake her he bent down to pick her up and carry her back upstairs. He contemplated taking back to the spare bedroom, but decided that they would both sleep better if they were together. Finn placed her on his bed, pulling a blanket up to keep her from getting cold.

As he crawled into bed beside her he promised himself that he would do whatever he could to help her get through this. Even after all the crying she's done today she still looks beautiful, he thought to himself.

The last thing he did before closing his eyes to sleep next to her was whisper a barely audible "I love you" in the darkness.

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