Hey guys! So sorry for the late update, but uhm I hope this chapter makes up for it! Really like this chapter, it's funny and smart Hope you enjoy!
Chapter Two:
You Don't Have To Keep Your Promise
"Rachel! We're home!"
Kurt rushed into the apartment, his arms swinging lightly at his side as he stepped into the living room. His head popped from the edge of the wall, searching for his roommate.
"KURT!" He whipped around with wide eyes, watching as Quinn stumbled in; his shopping bags a pile in her arms. She blew her bangs away from her face, dropping the boxes at her feet.
Kurt gasped. "That was a glass belt!"
Quinn smirked, stepping away from the broken packages on the floor. "It shattered my muscles, I shattered its existence, consider us even."
Kurt fumed, clenching his fists at his side as he crossed his arms tightly over his chest. Quinn smiled devilishly, shrugging as she set out in the house, skipping chirpily in the direction of Rachel's bedroom.
She knocked on the door lightly. "Rach?"
A harsh sob echoed from the other side of the door, mimicking Rachel's low yelp of sadness. Quinn bulked, swinging the door open as her eyes lay on Rachel on the floor, curled up in a tight ball.
"Oh for fuck's sakes," Quinn hissed as she realized the cause of Rachel's tears. She rolled her eyes heavily as she saw 'How To Loose A Guy In 10 Days' play on the television screen.
She stomped over, bending in front of the television as her fingers dialed along the code. Rachel's protests and sobs sounded throughout the room as Quinn searched for the off button. She sighed in relief when she found it, pressing it reassuringly as Matthew McConaughey was just beginning to go shirtless.
"B-but that was . . . was the-the b-b-est part!" Rachel bawled, her tears growing thicker. If it were even possible.
"I'm sure it was Rachel," Quinn mumbled as she crawled towards her, her knees harshly rubbing against the woodened floor. She huffed in annoyance as Rachel dropped her face onto Quinn's shoulder, her tears dripping endlessly onto her clothing.
"Kurt! We have another situation!" Quinn called, as Rachel's sobs grew harsh and loud. She fluttered her eyes, sighing heavily as her roommate turned her into a human swimming pool.
She could almost hear Kurt's gasp of disapproval from across the apartment. "Hello no! The schedule says it's your turn to fix her!"
Rachel cried fully into Quinn's ear, and she fumed in rage, slapping her hand over Rachel's moving mouth. She smiled in approval as her sobs came out in muffles.
"But Kurt! Please, it's real bad this time!"
She unwrapped her fingers from Rachel's lips for proof. "I'm just a useless, fat, ugly, piece of shit!" she cried out. Quinn clutched her hand back over her mouth.
"You so owe me," Kurt hissed as he suddenly appeared in the doorway of the room, leaning against it casually. "What's the problem now Rachel?"
She shrugs her shoulders lightly, pointing a trembling finger at the black screen in front of them. "Kate Hudson is the most repulsive girl in this movie, and the sweetest boy on this human walking earth falls in love with her? I don't get it, I mean, I'm not clingy, I'm not touchy feely, I'm not overemotional, I'm not – "
"Rachel, shut up."
She stared intensely at Kurt, who was swaying lightly in front of her, adjusting his suit as he bent towards her. "You gotta realize something Rach," he whispered, rubbing a soft thumb over her wet cheeks. "You're hot, and ambitious, and boys are just intimidated because you walk like you have the power, and you're not willing to share . . . plus you're watching a cheesy rom con, you could put Paris Hilton in one of those, and people would still fall in love with her. It's predictable."
Rachel giggled shortly, leaning her head into Quinn's shoulder comfortably as she wrapped her fingers tightly over Kurt's wrist. "Thank you," she mouthed lowly, smiling genuinely.
He rolled his eyes. "You know it wasn't even my turn to take care of you, I'm just that good of a person."
"Or I'm just that smart of a friend," Quinn interjected, arching her eyebrows at him. He shrugged, unlocking his knees and standing upright. "We got lucky today, it took about an hour to calm you down last week."
Rachel stared intensely in front of her, sighing heavily. "Remind me to never watch the '40-year-old Virgin' again."
"Or 'Knocked Up', that one scared the hell out of you," Kurt recalled, pointing a strict finger in her direction.
She gasped, laughing as she shook her head. "It was Quinn's fault! She told me that I didn't even need to date, that I could just find a random stranger and sleep with them while – "
"Oh, shut up, I was trying to help," Quinn giggled, laying her head back against the board of the bed. Rachel laughed aloud, covering her mouth to keep the giggles from evaporating.
Kurt bent forward, smiling widely as he grabbed Rachel's hand, tugging on her as he pulled her upwards, straightening her posture. "Now run my little grasshopper, Finn called and said he's been trying to reach you all afternoon. You have one hour to shower and get ready before you meet Finn at McKinley's." He smacked her butt lightly as she skipped into the direction of the bathroom, grabbing a pink sundress on her way.
Quinn stood up from her place on the floor, patting the tears from her wet clothing. "Yes, and I'm hanging out with Puck so I'll – "
"Puck huh?" Kurt wiggled his eyebrows at her playfully, "what is this Rachel? The second 'hangout' this week?"
Rachel smiled as she played along with his game, tapping the edge of her chin with her index finger. "Mmm, no I believe it was the third."
Quinn rolled her eyes clearly. "We're just friends got it?" She pushed past them as she stepped into the direction of the exiting doorway. She turned towards Rachel unexpectedly.
"Hey didn't Finn promise you he'd find someone for you?"
Rachel laughed sarcastically at Quinn's question. "Yeah, two years ago."
Quinn nodded as Rachel gripped the handle of the bathroom door handle, pausing to slightly turn her head towards her two roommates. "Thank you guys," she smiled, leaning her head against the wood.
She giggled lightly as they groaned, waving their hands at her as they rushed out of the room, obviously annoyed. "Just get ready!"
Rachel smiled wider as she opened the door to the washroom. She really loved her friends.
Rachel walked casually into the crowded restaurant, pushing quietly past the surrounding customers as she made her way to the front of the building. She smiled widely as she noticed a certain Chinese standing behind the desk, her hair wrapped in a high ponytail.
"Chang!" Rachel cried in happiness. Tina turned her head at the sound of her nick name being called, grinning blindly as she realized Rachel walking towards her, her arms outstretched in a prepared hug.
"Rachie!" She wound her arms around her waist shortly, pulling back to muffle her brown hair. "When was the last time you came here? I haven't seen you in a month!"
Rachel's smile faltered, as she shrugged. "Busy with auditions . . . and stuff."
"Oh, well, Finn's been waiting for you, he's at the usual spot," Tina addressed, not needing to tell her where he was sitting.
Rachel nodded, reaching up to pinch Tina's red cheeks. "I'll talk to you after I'm done lunch, good luck on your shift!"
"Bye!" Tina's voice could be heard as Rachel walked herself to their usual table, beaming as she saw Finn slumped against the general booth, his head lolling to the side as he heard the echoes of her footsteps.
"Hi," he greeted, perking his head up as she leaned forward, pecking his cheek quickly.
She walked over to the other side of the table, tossing her purse to the side as she sat down onto the comfortable cushion. She sighed heavily in relaxation, fluttering her eyes as she blinked repeatedly.
"Did you die this morning?" She snapped her head up, arching her eyebrows at Finn's assessment. "Huh?"
He frowned. "You weren't answering my calls all day, I thought someone kidnapped you."
Rachel smiled, propping her elbows on the wooden table. She rested her head against the balls of her hands. "Glad you didn't call the police."
He exhaled heavily, his chest heaving as he stared at her intensely, analyzing her face. His eyes trailed along her expression, searching for the cause. "Were you watching that gay-ass Kate Hudson movie with something about a book, and dating that Matthew Perry – "
"She's writing a magazine article, and it's Matthew McConaughey . . ."
The words escaped her mouth without realizing, as Finn's eyes widened instantly. "So you were!"
She shrugged in defeat. "Maybe."
He narrowed his eyes at her, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm pretty sure we banned you from watching that movie, Rach."
"You don't have to worry about lecturing me, Kurt and Quinn already beat you to it."
He pouted sarcastically. "And I was so looking forward to discussing that movie with you."
"Shut up," she giggled as she playfully slapped his arm, her fingers lingering on his muscle. "I just felt lonely."
"Rach, you're twenty-four."
She chewed on the inside of her gums, drawing her hand back. "And a half."
Finn sighed heavily, shaking his head in bewilderment. He leaned backwards, his eyes trailing off to the other side of the building.
"I remember two years ago, in this place, I met a very special girl that I made a very special promise to."
Rachel followed his gaze to the bar section, smiling at the distant memory that felt like it was yesterday. He turned back to her, his eyes content as he stared at her. "I'm keeping that promise."
"Finn, you don't have to, really, it was two years ago!" Rachel complained, slumping against the cushion of the booth.
"No," he murmured, shaking his side slowly from side to side, "I'm sticking to it, you really want someone don't you?"
Rachel looked down ashamed, blushing furiously as he shared her untold secret. "Yeah, b-but –"
He held up a finger, stopping her from speaking any further. "Nope, what's done is done, and I promise no more Jacob Ben Israel, I'll help you out, because you've done so much for me in these past two years and I've been . . ."
His voice slowly disappeared, transitioning into soft music in the back of her head as her eyes caught a certain blonde descending into their section of the restaurant. His green eyes flickered as he sat himself into the booth across from them, his chest heaving through his skin-tight shirt. Rachel watched in amazement as he swept his fingers over his sculpted face, ruffling with his blonde, luscious hair . . .
Finn stared at her in confusion, following her gaze as he turned around hesitantly, his lips twitching into a small grin.
He turned back to her, laughing as her eyes fluttered in embarrassment, her cheeks reddening as he caught her staring.
He cocked her head towards him, wiggling his eyebrows as he directed her gaze to the blonde man behind him. "Go talk to him."
She shook her head in bewilderment. "No."
"Yes."
"No!"
He sighed heavily, in disbelief with her lack of confidence. "Rachel."
"Finn."
They stared tensely at each other; Finn narrowed his eyes as he analyzed her raging face. He leaned forward on the wooden table, his elbows propping up so he could rest his head against his balled fists. "You're being stubborn."
Her lips twisted in annoyance, as she looked away from him, her eyes darting to the tiled floor of the restaurant. "I'm not, I – I . . . I'm being realistic."
He tilted his head to the side in confusion. "What are you talking about Rach?"
"Well," she waved her hand over her outfit, circling it around the front of her body, "I'm not exactly dressed to impress."
Finn chuckled shortly, shaking his head in disagreement. "I like them," he mumbled as he witnessed her scattered cherry sundress.
Rachel smiled genuinely, looking up to thank him. Her eyes locked with his suddenly, and she felt her stomach freezing as his deep eyes burned into hers. The depth of his acceptance fascinated her, why couldn't anyone be as kind . . .?
"So," he said, a bit awkwardly. She snapped her face away from him, turning her attention back to the blonde man that was now flipping through the menu.
The weight of the table suddenly shifted, and she looked up in confusion, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw Finn standing up from the table, stretching his long limbs as he turned around to face her.
"Play along," he whispered, low enough for only her to hear. She arched her eyebrows in conflict. "W-what are you – "
"Remember, bend and snap okay? Bend and snap."
"Finn, what are you – "
His fist slammed against the wooden table, shaking the loose nails and capturing the attention of few customers, including the mystery, blonde man.
"I am so sick of you holding me back!" he yelled, his veins popping as his face turned a bright red. She stared at him in shock, shaking her head wildly. Finn tilted his head towards her, urging her to continue.
Her eyes started to mist over as her acting skills came in.
"Holding you back? You're the one who told me you wanted to movie in!" she screamed back. Finn's eyes widened, impressed, as she stifled a giggle.
"Well that was before I figured out how much of a control freak you were!" His throat tightened at the amount of air he was using, his face growing redder, his expression growing angrier.
"Y-yeah well . . . well, you suck in bed!"
She could hear the clatter of metal fall against the wooden tables as the people around them dropped their utensils at her statement.
Finn shifted his body so that he was facing away from the others, his sculpted expression of rage breaking into a small hiccup of laughter.
She stared at him in disapproval, sneakily crawling her fingers up his body to smack him lightly. "Focus!"
"Well," he spluttered, his rigid face returning, "Fine! Just get your things out of my house by tomorrow morning, and then you won't have to worry about that anymore!"
He turned around abruptly, grabbing her purse from the booth and slamming it harshly on the ground. She gasped aloud, angry tears forming at the bridge of her eyes. "Fine!"
He winked silently at her. "Call me later."
Finn whipped away from her, passing by the mysterious man as he rushed out of the section of the restaurant, the thick air of his presence slowly turning into a playful joke.
"Uhm excuse me?"
Rachel turned her head to the source of the sound, her eyes widening as she saw the blonde, handsome man in front of her, his eyes full of concern and worry.
"Are you alright?"
Her eyes trailed along the lines of the restaurant, growing even wider as she noticed Finn behind the visible walls of the section, his beaming face showing throughout the clear barrier.
"Fake it," he mouthed. She turned back to the man.
"God, he's just so mean," she cried, her face falling into her clamped hands. Fake sobs escaped her lips, a mischievous smile forming on her rough lips.
She felt a warm; soft hand pat her shoulder lightly, feeling her with confidence. She ignored the fact that she was in her most embarrassing dress, as she sunk into the embrace of the kind stranger.
Her eyes peeked through the cup of her hands, searching for Finn's help. Rachel caught him smiling proudly at her. "Get your bag," he mouthed again, pointing to her purse on the floor. The man noticed her gaze as she stared at the purse.
"Here, let me get that for you."
Finn's voice echoed through her head. Bend and snap.
"No, no, it's okay." She slowly bent forward, her butt sticking out clearly as she dropped to her knees, her back leg straight. She felt the man's eyes widen as he stared at her, his eyes trailing along her petite figure.
Rachel grabbed the handle of her purse tightly, smirking as she saw Finn's shocked expression. She stood up straightly, smiling sadly as she stared at the blonde boy.
"Sam." He outstretched his hand towards hers, clutching it in his hand gently.
"Rachel," she returned, grinning softly. "It's nice to meet you."
He laughed. "It may be in a fortunate way, but yeah, nice to meet you too."
She didn't miss the way Finn smiled from behind her.
Oh well wasn't that a good way to end it! Uhm yeah so next chapter, you will get to know what happens between Sam and Rachel, and also how Finn will react, and . . . YOU WILL GET SOME PUCK! Please review and I hope you loved it as much as I loved writing it! Love you guys
PS: Pray for charice!
PPS: FINCHEL SEX NEXT WEEK WOO!