UPDATE: JUST WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT TIME GLEE IS ON TMRW? 9 OR 8? I CAN'T MISS IT:( Wow I am so amazed by the emails I got from the last chapter! Thanks guys but ugh I am so frustrated with fanfiction, is anybody else's doc manager edit/preview button not working? Because mine isn't! Anyways, yes so when you see ten little dots instead of those long lines to break parts of the story, it's because it ain't working lol. Okay so anyways, HERES CHAPTER FOUR! You got a tad bit of jealous Finn! Enjoy guys:) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Chapter Four:
The Aftermath of Heartbreak
Rachel sniffled loudly into the white napkin, rubbing her nose into it harshly. She used the back to wipe away the quick tears that ran down her face, brushing off the evidence of her heartbreak.
"There, there," Quinn mumbled from beside her on the bed, patting her back reassuringly. "Let it all out honey."
Rachel sobbed brutally into Quinn's shoulder, clutching onto her arm. Quinn sighed heavily in annoyance, pursing her lips. "How c-could anyone be so . . . mean?" Rachel stuttered.
Quinn huffed, shrugging her shoulders sarcastically. "No one knows what the hell goes on through men's minds."
"Agreed."
Rachel's chest heaved heavily, wrapping her arms around her blue colored robe. "It's like I can still hear his words you know? Like my heart is still breaking."
Quinn glared at her in shock, as she raised one delicate eyebrow. "No offense Rach, but that's not exactly normal."
"What do you mean?" She looked up at her, her small pout hanging at the edge of her lips. "It's only been a – "
"A week. A week that someone you knew for a couple hours made fun of you. I love you sweetie but this is just not common."
Rachel stared at her in shock, her mouth dangling open at the course of her best friend's words. Quinn bit her lip nervously as Rachel's mouth began to wobble; a new set of sobs threatening to break free.
3, 2, 1 . . .
Rachel's lips broke open, as a shriveling cry came from the back of her throat. Quinn groaned in frustration, leaning towards the edge of the bed as she rolled over, standing up straightly.
"Puck!" she called. She flapped her hands over her ears, as Rachel's wails became more intense and rough. "Puckerman!"
Puck came bursting through the bedroom door, in the same position as Quinn, his head twitching at the sound. "What the fuck? Is someone dyeing?"
His eyes darted to Rachel. "Shit Berry, you look like a smurf."
Quinn exhaled deeply, walking strictly towards Puck as Rachel's cries intensified from his comment. "Shut up asshole, you need to talk to her."
"Is this your whole idea of hanging out? Because I've been waiting for you to come from this fucking cave for an hour."
Quinn bit her lip hesitantly, looking back at Rachel. She chewed on the inside of her gums, watching as Rachel curled herself in a ball.
She turned back to Puck. "I know and I'm sorry, but she's our best friend and we need to help her."
Puck shrugged his bulked shoulders. "The hell? Where's Kurt?"
"He didn't get any sleep last night, so he slept in the washroom in the lounge downstairs . . ."
Puck stifled a chuckle. "Oh fuck," he mumbled in amazement. Quinn nodded in agreement, her lips tugging for a small smile.
"Just don't say anything rude, she's really hurting." She pointed to the door. "I'll be in the living room if you need anything okay?"
Puck nodded sheepishly, watching as Quinn silently tiptoed out of the room, closing the door shut to drown the sound of Rachel's cries. He sighed heavily, turning his head slowly to Rachel, who was sniffling harshly into the pile of used napkins surrounding her.
"Alright Berry," Puck said, walking hesitantly towards her. He slid soundlessly onto the bed, lying beside her on the mattress. "Tell me what's wrong."
She looked up at him momentarily. "You wouldn't understand Noah," she paused to blow her nose loudly, "you're a boy."
He chuckled shortly. "Well believe it or not, I happen to be a champ at giving advice." He smiled proudly at himself as he heard Rachel giggle lightly.
"You? Noah Puckerman? Gives good advice?"
He laughed. "Only for the people who deserve it." He looked down at Rachel, who grinned sadly through her red, swollen eyes. "Can I tell you something?"
Rachel shrugged, nudging him playfully. "Isn't that why you're here?" Rachel asked. He waited, staring at her idly. She sighed heavily, nodding her wet face.
"I'm going to sound totally gay right now but I think you're being stupid," he said. Rachel laughed sarcastically, shaking her head in disagreement. "Stupid? What the hell do you mean? I just had my heart broken – "
"Berry, that was last week and the boy looked like Justin Bieber. Not a big loss."
Rachel gaped at him, no words pouring out as she opened her mouth to speak. She narrowed her eyes at him, waiting for a further explanation. "What's your point Noah?"
"My point is that it's time to move on sex monkey, you're fucking sexy, seriously, I always thought I'd be the one to bang you." She made a disgusted look, gagging clearly. "What?" he inquired, "we're two hot Jews; we gotta stick together . . . in all the right places."
"Jesus Christ Noah!"
He smiled, flashing his white teeth as she laughed lightly. She smacked her hand on his chest, pushing him away from her. "You are such a pig," she mumbled, grinning devilishly. "I bet the last time you went on an actual date was seven years ago."
Puck smirked. "Nope, five years ago, and it's the reason why I fuck and chuck now, fucking worse day of my life. I probably cried for two days."
Rachel propped herself on her elbows, leaning towards him on the mattress. "What happened?" she asked, clearly interested in the topic.
"Hell no Berry, if I tell you I would never hear the end of it, I've never even told Finn, and we share sex stories," he retorted. He waved his hands in the air in front of her, refusing to share any more information.
"No! Tell me, I want to know what happened," she whined, giving her best pout. Puck rolled his eyes, waving her off. "Whatever, let's just he – "
"Wait what? . . . did you just say he?" She stared at him in shock, as the air around them thickened in a tense moment. Rachel clamped her hand over her mouth, shaking her head in disbelief.
Then she burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"I didn't know he was a fucking boy!" Puck huffed in annoyance, watching as Rachel held her sides as cramps formed in her core. He could see the tears of laughter that fell happily from her eyes, as she did nothing to stop it. He sighed in humiliation, crossing his arms tightly over his pumped chest.
"If you fucking tell Finn I went out with a transvestite, I'll rip you apart," he growled. This made her laugh harder, as she threw her face into her pillow to keep from inducing the loud sound. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've been trying to get into your roommate's pants for the past two weeks."
Rachel stared in disappointment, her laughter muffling, as Puck shuffled on the mattress, positioning himself at the end of the bed. She reached forward, tapping him on the shoulder lightly, politely swallowing her giggles.
"Noah?" she murmured. He turned back to look at her, annoyance clear in his face. She sighed heavily, smiling slightly. "Since you took me out of this slump, I promise I won't tell Finn."
He smirked wildly. "Good, I was expecting that anyways."
A light knock on the door broke their concentration as they whipped their heads to the source of the sound. Quinn stepped in cautiously, raising one delicate eyebrow. "Is it okay to come in?"
Rachel laughed, nodding her head. Quinn walked in, though stopped suddenly as Rachel held her hand up, pursing her lips. She pushed Puck off of the edge of the bed, and he stood up, looking at her in confusion.
"Go on, leave, I kept you guys here all day," Rachel explained. Quinn bit her lip hesitantly, narrowing her eyes at her best friend. "You sure you'll be okay alone?"
"I'll be fine, I'll just ask Finn to come over. Now get out of here, go to dinner or something, and take as long as you want." She flapped her hands at them, waving for them to exit the room. "I promise I'll be okay."
Quinn smiled in appreciation, grabbing Puck's wrist and turning herself in the direction of the door. Rachel grinned as she watched her best friends slowly walk away from her.
"Hey guys?" she called. They turned around, Puck impatiently crossing his iron muscles over his chest. "Thank you."
Puck waved her off, as Quinn laughed lightly. "Fuck that Berry, just remember our agreement."
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
"Puck went out with a transvestite?"
Finn laughed loudly, as uncontrollable chuckles escaped his mouth. He dropped the apple he was scarping down his throat, throwing it on the plate as the laughter continued.
"Don't tell him I told you!" Rachel whined, slapping him playfully on the back. Hiccups of giggles formed on his lips, and Rachel smiled genuinely at the sight of him. "You know he's going to kill me now."
Finn shook his head, holding up his large pinky finger. "Promise I won't tell," he vowed. Rachel giggled, wrapping her finger around his, shaking it lingeringly.
The friction of his warm skin caused her hand to burn, and she pulled back immediately. "So," she began, "the pizza should be arriving soon, wanna pop in a movie when it does?" Finn shrugged, propping his elbows on her kitchen counter. "As long as it's not 'The Notebook' then yes."
Rachel pouted. "What about 'A Walk to Remember'?"
"No way."
"13 going on 30?"
He shook his head. "Hell no."
"Friends with Benefits?"
Finn hesitated, biting the bottom of his lip cautiously. "Maybe," he mumbled. Rachel squealed in joy; clapping her hands together in accomplishment. He held up his hands, his palms facing her. "But only because Mila Kunis is half-naked in it."
Rachel rolled her eyes at his boyish personality. "I really wish there were a course on how boy's function," she commented, popping a purple grape in her mouth, "then maybe I wouldn't be single."
"Hey," Finn reached out, patting her hand reassuringly. "You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how."
Rachel smirked. "Well aren't you a charmer, quoting after my favorite movie?" Finn wiggled his eyebrows, "Gone with the Wind is the only exception to chick flicks."
She giggled. "And Friends with Benefits."
"And Friends with Benefits," he agreed.
Rachel stared at him idly, watching his face closely. She analyzed his expression specifically, smiling as she noticed a new light in his eyes. "You seem really happy today Finn."
He looked down, his fingers scratching against the wood of the counter. "Should I not be happy?" he questioned, raising one of his shaped eyebrows. Rachel shook her head slowly, her lips parted. "No – no it's just . . . you seem happier."
He shrugged. "Well I don't know," he whispered. Rachel looked at him differently, knowing he was trying to change the subject. She sighed heavily, letting it go.
"How much do you wanna bet that Quinn will be sleeping over at Puck's tonight?" she asked him, doing her best to ignore the opposing vibes he was sending her. It worked, he laughed. "She better not, I won't be able to get much sleep."
"That reminds me, I wonder where Kurt ran off to. He kind of dipped in the middle of the night because of my crying," she explained. Finn shifted comfortably on the kitchen stool, leaning forward on the counter. He shrugged his shoulders, staring at her idly. "He probably went over to my mom's, they're cooking a family dinner."
She gasped. "Finn! You should be there! Why the hell didn't you go?"
He smiled lightly, holding her gaze. "Because I couldn't let down my best friend."
Rachel stared at him. His smile slightly faltered as the intensity of her glare burned into him, warming him. Her mouth hung open to speak, failing miserably as no words came out.
The sound of the doorbell rang loudly, pulling them out of their enchanted concentration. Rachel closed her eyes slowly, shaking her head in confusion at the bewilderment of the moment that just occurred. Without looking at Finn, she spoke softly, "uhm, that's probably the pizza guy, I'll be right back."
She turned quickly on her heel, speeding out of the kitchen as fast as she could. What the hell just happened?
She pressed her hand against the skin of her forehead, attempting to erase the unwanted thoughts of her best friend that circled inside her mind. That didn't mean anything, that didn't mean anything, that didn't mean anything . . .
Rachel walked anxiously to her front door, gripping the doorknob and twisting it openly. She swung it open, revealing a small man in a uniform.
She smiled warmly at the cute boy, his black curls falling loosely along the side of his face. His hazel eyes lightened at the sight of her, and Rachel felt herself melt at the connection. He smiled genuinely at her, his white teeth flashing, matching his beaming expression.
"Hi," he greeted, his voice thick with warmth, "you ordered a pizza right?"
Rachel shook her head, snapping herself out of her daydream as she noticed the specific uniform he was wearing. Right, pizza guy, no prince charming that unexpectedly shows up at your door.
"Uhm," she slurred, fluttering her eyes prettily, "yeah, pepperoni extra large right?" The boy opened the pizza box quickly, checking the toppings. "Yup," he confirmed happily.
She smiled at his enthusiasm. "Okay and how much would that be?"
"Thirty bucks and a movie date" he winked at her suddenly, and she honestly felt herself swoon. Smooth line.
She leaned against the doorframe, moving her hair to one side of her head. "How about, I take you to dinner, and the pizza can be free?'
He chuckled shortly. "Gentlemen always pay on the first date," he murmured, his seductive voice melting her. She smirked playfully, biting her bottom lip. "Wow, it's been two minutes and you're already talking about dates. Confident, I like that."
"Well when I see a hot girl, I'm not going to pass by any chance to get with her." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, causing Rachel to giggle. "How many times have you used that line?"
He smiled. "Once."
She felt herself blushing at his words, as she extended her hand towards him. "Rachel Berry," she introduced proudly. The boy gripped her hand tightly, bringing it to press against his lips. "Blaine Anderson."
"Well, Blaine Anderson, did you write your number in the pizza sauce?" He chuckled, reaching into his pocket to find a black, permanent marker. He popped the cap off, grabbing her palm and gently pressing the tip of the marker onto her skin, imprinting his number.
"There, know it'll take a while to wash off," he mumbled, pushing the marker back into his pocket.
"Rach? What is taking so long?"
She whipped her head behind her to find Finn stomping towards them, an annoyed expression plastered on his face. Blaine cowered away from him, as Rachel quickly handed him the money.
"Is – is this your boyfriend?" he stuttered, immediately shoving the money into his pocket. Finn smiled sarcastically at him, grabbing the pizza box roughly from Blaine's prying hands.
"N-no," Rachel cried out, shaking her head repeatedly. She turned to Finn, showcasing him. "This, this is just my friend."
"Ahem," Finn coughed, nudging her, "best friend," he corrected. Rachel gave him a funny look. "Uh, sure."
Blaine exhaled deeply, nodding firmly. "Uhm, I think I should go . . . call me?"
Before she could respond, Finn beat her to it. "Yeah, she'll call you, now beat it Potter." He flapped his hands towards him, shoeing him away. "Next time, just send your owl."
And with that, he slammed the door on Blaine's shocked expression.
Ouu Blaine and Finn tension hahaa! Anyways, hope you guys liked it, next update will probably be Wednesday! Tell me how you feel about Finn's behaviour:O Here are some spoilery quotes for next chapter:
"Yup. 100%, defiantly, positively gay."
"It's probably the twentieth time you said that, and it still has no meaning."
"Oh you would know, since you went out with one."
Alright! So who do you think said which? Comment below! Alright so please review and love ya guys!
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