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Chapter Seven
Population: Lovers
Rachel tossed soundlessly on her mattress, stretching her aching limbs as the feeling of morning surged through her. She sniffled the air, scrunching her nose when she smelt a different taste than she's used to.
Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, Rachel wove her arms into her animal sweater, flipping her hair on top of the material. She snuggled her feet into her slippers, slipping across the wooden floor as she got up to walk. Laughter could be heard from the kitchen as she opened her bedroom door, stepping out sleepily.
"Kurt? Quinn?" she called hoarsely, her voice full with sleep. She coughed to herself, sliding her feet along the tiles. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw Kurt and Blaine giggling at the kitchen counter, a mug of coffee in each of their hands.
Barely noticing her prescience, they continued to fawn in front of them, Blaine propping himself on his elbows. "Ahem," she interrupted as she cleared her throat loudly. Blaine and Kurt snapped their heads towards her, their body's freezing at them getting caught.
"H-hi Rachel," Blaine stuttered, leaning backwards in the stool. "How are you this morning?"
Rachel sarcastically smiled at him. "Well, so far, I just woke up to find the boy that I tried to seduce last night, flirting with my roommate, who is a boy, so, yeah it's kind of weird."
Blaine blushed a deep red as he caught Kurt's guilty gaze. He turned his body towards her on the seat, crossing his leg over another. How gay. "Well, I'm sorry about that Rachel, deeply, I hope we can still be friends," Blaine apologized sincerely, outstretching his hand in a friendly shake. Kurt smiled proudly at him.
Rachel rolled her eyes hazily, stepping towards him and gripping his hands in hers, shaking it firmly. She drew her hand back quickly, sighing heavily as she looked at the two of them. "So what did you two do last night?" she asked, leaning against the kitchen counter, her ears perked in interest.
Blaine and Kurt shared a knowing look, immediately turning away from Rachel's appealing expression. She watched them intensely, shaking her head in disbelief when she noticed their discomfort. Rachel sighed heavily, awkwardly nodding her head in bewilderment, already knowing what they did. "Okay, so," she mumbled, trying to avoid the sexual tension she caused between the two boys. "Uhm, you want to watch that movie you brought over Blaine?"
Drowned in their wanting gaze, Blaine waved her off, leaning against the kitchen counter. He propped his knees on the stool, placing his legs and arms on the counter. He crawled desperately towards Kurt, growling harshly at him.
"Oh, okay!" Rachel giggled nervously, pointing at the refrigerator. "I am just going to get a drink and you two can . . . continue."
Her eyes widened in shock as Blaine pounced on Kurt, crushing his body against his. His lips crashed down onto his, kissing him hungrily. Rachel hurried towards the fridge, attempting to brush easily by Kurt as he made out with her ex-date in front of her.
"Uh, yeah, excuse me," she said in frustration. Kurt did nothing, too engrossed with Blaine to even notice her prescience. "Holy shit!" she groaned in annoyance, shoving past Kurt as she rushed through them.
"You know what, screw the drink, I'll be in Quinn's room if you need me," she spoke through her gritted teeth. Pushing Kurt and Blaine once more, she whipped away from them. Rachel stalked towards Quinn's bedroom, her arms pinned straightly at her side.
"Quinn! Kurt and Blaine keep making out in front of me, and I think it's the weird thing because I was just making out with Blaine yesterday and – "
Her voice trailed off slowly when she swung Quinn's bedroom door open. Her blood froze thick when she stepped inside the room.
Rachel shrieked loudly as she saw Puck hovering over Quinn on the bed, pumping harshly into her while Quinn wailed out breathlessly below him. They both snapped their faces towards her, eyes widening when they noticed her screaming existence.
She continued to scream as she turned away, squeezing her eyes shut to allow the couple to dress themselves. First Kurt and Blaine, now Quinn and Puck? The population of being single seems to be decreasing; or she might just be the only one who lives in it. "Fuck Berry!" she heard Puck curse, the sound of his pants shuffling onto his legs. "No Noah, I'm not the one you've been fucking, why are you – "
"Dumbshit, you can turn around now," he interrupted. Rachel fumed in disgust, whipping towards them in rage. Quinn was sitting nervously in her white bra and thong, while Puck slid beside her, his chest heaving in anticipation for the annual 'Rachel Berry Freak-out.' "Do you not realize you have roommates Quinn!" Rachel yelled.
"Do you not realize the bet you lost to?" Quinn retorted, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, covering it in embarrassment. Rachel's mouth hung open in shock, was that bet starting today?
"I-I didn't know it was today!" she defended. Puck laughed sarcastically, waving her off. "Well now you do, so leave us alone, and don't come back unless you've won the lottery or something."
Rachel stared at Quinn for help, who miserably shook her head at her. "Fine," she sighed, tilting her chin up, "I'll leave." She stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her as she left in disgust. "Jesus Christ," she groaned when she saw Kurt and Blaine stumbling into Kurt's bedroom, their mouths still attached to each other, their hands roaming another's body.
"Okay, that's it!" she complained. Rachel ran angrily towards the front door, swinging it open in a desperate attempt to leave the lover's condo. She breathed in relief as she let herself out, the air of single people swarming through the air.
She looked up, staring at the ceiling of her apartment floor. She could visit Finn, they haven't talked at all since the whole disagreement, and to be honest, she misses him like hell. She was surprised when they didn't apologize immediately after they argued like they usually did, that wasn't normal. Maybe it's time to fix things, to find out what's gotten him so tied up.
Readying herself, Rachel bounced towards the building elevator that would lead her upstairs to Finn's apartment. She pressed the up button with her finger, smiling widely when it opened for her advance.
She froze when she saw the two people in it.
Jacob Ben Israel's tongue was drowning itself in a small girl's throat as he kissed her heatedly, obviously inexperienced. The bell of the elevator stopping broke them apart, and they both fixed their foggy glasses, their faces flushed a deep red.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Rachel whispered in disbelief as she saw the two nerds turn towards her. Jacob's eyes widened in shock, a bulge automatically growing in his pants when he noticed Rachel standing in front of him.
"Rachel Berry," he slurred, wiggling his bushy eyebrows. "How nice to see you again." Rachel gulped down the vomit that threatened to escape her disgusted mouth. "I'm sure it is . . . for you," she mumbled as she hesitantly stepped into the elevator. Is she honestly the only single one in this world? The need to see Finn grew stronger at each passing second.
"So Rachel, I hope you don't get jealous or anything by my new girlfriend, Susie Pepper," Jacob mentioned, running a slender finger over the girl's shuddering shoulder. "Oh Jacob, the way you make me feel!" Susie threw herself on top of him, sucking harshly on his top lip. Rachel silently thanked God as the bell of the elevator rang highly, and she stepped out, dismissing herself from the oddly kissing couple. Rachel's heart hammered in wanting as Finn's apartment door came into view at the beginning of the hallway. She sank down to pick up the welcome matt, smiling widely to see his home key in the usual spot.
She stood up, pushing the key in the slot of his doorknob, opening it quickly. "Finn!" she called, slamming the door behind her with her foot. "Finn? You home?"
Relief and warmth floods through her as she sees Finn step out of his bedroom, only dressed in his skin colored boxers. His eyes widened at the sight of her, her heart speeding with each step he took towards her. "Rach? What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice low and strained.
Ignoring his troubled tone, Rachel beamed brightly at him. "I-I'm sorry, I know it's last notice, but I was attacked Finn! By . . . couples! Everywhere I went people were making out in front of me, and I wanted to see you, because I missed – "
Rachel freezes, her voice trailing off soundlessly as a small Latina came into the opening of the apartment, wearing a lacy corset and thong. Rachel's eyes shifted in question from Finn to the girl beside him, her heart beating frantically inside her heaving chest.
"You didn't tell me we had a visitor Finny, I would have dressed better," the girl slithered. Rachel stared at her; she really was pretty. Dark hair, dark eyes, tanned skin. She had boobs; a curvy body, she was beautiful; prettier than Rachel could ever be. Why did Rachel care anyways?
She looked up to see Finn gulp harshly, his eyes burning into Rachel's intensely. "Rachel," he started, waving his hands to the Latina beside him without removing his eyes from Rachel's. "This is my friend, Santana."
Santana giggled half-heartedly, weaving her arm through Finn's. "I thought we were past this Finn," she stepped towards Rachel, shaking her hand coldly, "I'm his girlfriend. And how do you know him?"
Rachel's eyes flickered towards her, as she tried to wipe the blank expression that stained her face. "Uh, uh, I'm his f-friend," she stuttered, her voice strained with hurt. What was she doing? She shouldn't be acting like this, she should be happy for him. Santana smiled sweetly, tilting her head to the side. "Funny, I don't think I've ever heard anything about you."
A stinging pain pierced in Rachel's eyes, as she felt the tears begin to form around the brim of her eyes. Avoiding Finn's face, she looked down, not wanting to see either of their expressions. "If you'll excuse me, it was nice meeting you," Rachel slurred. She quickly turned on her heel, retreating the way she came in, freely allowing the unwanted tears to fall down her humiliated face.
"Rachel stop." Finn's voice rang in her ears as she entered the large hallway outside his small apartment. She ignored him, attempting to get back to the elevator without any distractions. "Hey, stop!"
Two firm hands wrapped around her arm, pulling her to a stop in the empty hallway. Her small sobs echoed, as she tried to shield her face away form Finn's concerned expression. Finn reached out, grabbing her face roughly between her hands, shifting her towards him.
"Rach, what's wrong?" he asked in udder concern. Rachel shoved her hands against his bare chest, pushing him away from her. Guilt surged through her as hurt painted on Finn's expression. "Rachel why are you – "
"That's her isn't it Finn? That's the girl you're falling in love with?" she demanded, refusing the wipe away her tears, to show evidence that she cared. Finn gaped at her, his eyes widening that she actually remembered that conversation. "How do you remember that?"
"Oh, I don't know Finn, it's the only conversation we've had for about three days, or did you forget that too? Along with forgetting to tell the girl you love about me!" she sobbed, staring helplessly into Finn's solemn eyes. "Of course you'd love her though, sculptured body, perfect face," she looked Finn up and down, analyzing him in only his boxers. "I bet she's wonderful in bed isn't she?"
Finn seemed taken aback by her accusations, his blood draining painfully from his body. "Rachel, you don't know what you're talking about, Santana's not – "
"Oh, did I forget to mention that while you were playing house with your perfect girlfriend, I was at home, crying, because the only boy who actually seemed interested in being with me turned out to be gay! So congratulations Finn, you win, you were right all along."
She turned to walk away from him, until she felt his pair of strong arms holding her back. He held her there, their faces close enough that Rachel's raged breathing was blowing in his face. "Rachel, you don't get it, I don't – "
"Finn, please, I get it okay, you're humiliated by me, I mean, who wouldn't be? I'm this stupid, emotionally damaged girl who can't even hold on to anyone because of what I wear. I just need to learn that we won't be hanging out anymore, even though I don't want that." The tears leaked harder than ever as they trailed endlessly down her cheeks, slipping onto the ground.
"Rachel, would you please just listen to – "
"No, it's better this way. You go be with her, forget about me, she's beautiful, she's the girl that you see in magazines, and I'm not." Finn picked her head up carefully, brushing away the tears the fell off her chin. "Would you stop? You're beautiful."
Rachel froze at his statement, her heart melting to mush as her gaze locked with his. She didn't get why she was acting like this, he's told her this before. But this felt different, this meant different to her, but she didn't know why.
"Listen, Finn, I know you'll be spending more time with her, but just, don't forget me entirely okay? I'm pretty sure I'm the only single one left," she spoke truthfully, hanging her head in shame.
Finn laughed, shaking his head in disbelief at her drama. "Rachel, I don't love her, okay? I don't want her like that."
Santana slid through the open door of the apartment door, spotting Rachel and Finn down the hallway. "Oh Finny," she called seductively, "are you coming back to bed?" Her eyes widened in fake shock as she looked at Rachel. "Oh, I'm sorry Rachel, I didn't realize you were still here, you probably didn't want to hear that."
The pain in Rachel's heart electrified as she looked over Finn's shoulder, spotting Santana in only a clad towel. Hurt stung through her, and she pushed against Finn's chest, shoving him away from her.
"No, Rachel, wait!" Finn cried, prying his hands to hers. She slapped him away, as fresh, new tears leaked down her face. Before she entered the elevator, she turned towards Finn, not caring if Santana heard or not.
"What were you going to do Finn? Tell me she's nothing to you just to make me feel better, than go sleep with her? I'm not that damaged to realize that you're a manipulative, selfish jerk, and that I want nothing to do with anymore."
Her wet face pooling in her hands, Rachel walked away from Finn, not knowing that he was doing the same thing.
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And that's a wrap! Haha, so what do you think? Do you think Rachel overreacted because of her confused feelings? What do you think Finn was trying to tell Rachel? Comment in the review section! Here's some spoilers for next chapter:
Rachel gets a new boyfriend! . . . again.
A bitch off! Who is it going to be between?
Sadly, Finn is in not in this chapter, but you'll find out why!
And that's it! Hope you guys loved it :) Pretty please review and love yeah, xoxo. PLEASE REVIEW GUYS, MEANS THE WORLD TO ME!