Ahhh! So, how did my lovelies like the gala chapter? I saw your reviews, haha, thinking Finn and Rachel finally get a happy ending? Well, you'll find out in this chapter, the drama is not yet over people LOL! Needless to say, I don't think you guys will be very pleased with the stubbornness of her little star, Ms. Rachel Berry, in this chapter, but hey, it makes a great novel! Anyways, I'll shut up now, let you enjoy the new update! Hope you guys love it, and please tell me what you liked about it in the review section below!

Chapter Thirteen:

Someone Like You

Rachel yawned lazily along the unfamiliar mattress, the back of her hands rubbing against her eyes sleepily. She groaned in displeasure as she attempted to roll onto her side, an ache in her lower body scourging through her limbs. She widened her eyes hastily, her gaze searching around the different room.

Her heart skipped a beat when she remembered the turn of events that occurred last night.

Jessie and Blaine, violence, tears, kissing Finn . . .

Finn.

Her head tilted to the side, tears strumming at the back of her head when she saw Finn's sleeping form beside her, his bare chest heaving with each breath he took. She stared down at her naked body, gulping harshly as she noticed large imprints of where Finn's hand fit on her skin.

This isn't happening; she echoed to herself, breathing hastily, I didn't have sex with my best friend last night. She felt the tears silently dribble down her cheeks as the thought of ruining their significant friendship due to a stupid mistake crossed her mind.

Sobbing softly, Rachel ripped the covers sneakily from on top of her, swinging her legs over the edge of the mattress. She turned her head over her shoulder, watching as Finn continued to snore lightly, unaware of the actions she was doing. Finding her torn dress and bra at the foot of the bed, she reached over Finn, carefully not to touch him to grab her things.

Rachel stripped easily into the same outfit, her cheeks reddening when she felt the pool of wetness on the panties that Finn tore from her aching, lower abdomen. Her mind flashed back to the events of the last night . . .

Rachel giggled breathlessly as Finn blew kisses into her bare stomach, sighing in pure bliss. He peppered his lips along the valley of her breasts, his mouth slowly trailing to her swollen lips. He continued his sensations on her along the edge of her chin, crawling up to her mouth.

"You. Are. So. Beautiful," he gasped between kisses, tugging playfully on her bottom lip. She smiled against his embrace, ravishing his mouth with her own. He moaned heavily, caressing her soft skin with his sculptured hands. Rachel squeaked in pleasure as Finn squeezed her thighs lovingly, crawling to the rim of her panties, slowly and hesitantly pulling the band from her waist.

Her back arched in wanting, helping Finn wiggle the underwear off of her. He threw the material aimlessly behind him, continuing his menstruations on Rachel's waiting body underneath him.

Rachel trembled at the memory, looking back at Finn's peaceful form once more. She smiled sadly at him, leaning forward to press her lips gently to his forehead, afraid to awake his sleeping frame. How could she screw up something that made her so damn happy? A droplet of water fell from her eyes, falling softly on Finn's cheek. She turned away from him, stepping off of the bed as quietly as she could, succeeding in not gaining any squeaks from the moving mattress.

Rachel tiptoed out of the room silently, glancing at Finn's unmoving form once more before stepping into the living room of his tiny apartment. She walked over to the coffee table, picking up her forgotten purse from the wooden hold. She rummaged through it knowingly, her hands desperately searching for her phone. Rachel pulled out her blackberry in relief, exhaling uneasily when her main screen flashed that she had twenty-seven missed alerts.

Eight missed alerts from Quinn Fabray. Nineteen missed calls from Noah Puckerman.

She sobbed quietly, imaging the state of sadness Kurt must be in. While she was here, ruining yet another relationship with her best friend, Quinn and Puck were helping clean the mess she made. Her heart swelled at the unknown feeling that washed through her, pulling painfully at the cords of her heart.

And that's when she finally realized it.

Rachel Berry hit rock bottom.

She helplessly wept her face free from tears, a strangled breath escaping her still swollen lips. Rachel hurriedly placed her phone back in her purse, holding the handle tightly in her hands. She quickly rushed towards his apartment door, her heart hammering harshly on the walls of her chest, pinching her painfully. Her hand gripped the doorknob tightly, turning it slowly in her hands.

"You trying to sneak out on me?"

Rachel jumped at the unexpected voice, loosing her hold on the doorknob. She hesitantly turned around, meeting Finn's gaze with misty eyes. She felt her blood freeze thickly, stopping her flow of oxygen from returning to her lungs.

"Finn," she breathed, her eyes reddening deeply. She gulped harshly, trying to swallow the rack of sobs that threatened to break free. Her eyes analyzed his sculptured body, the rim of his boxers settling just below his muscular hips. Rachel sighed heavily, fluttering her eyes closed as she dreaded the words that were about to release from her mouth. "Finn, last night was – "

A goofy smile graced his features. "Amazing, I know," he grinned, taking a step closer towards her. He placed his hands on either side of her face, leaning downwards, his lips pursed in anticipation.

She shyly pulled backwards, her face flooding with unwanted tears at his rejected attempt. She sobbed harshly at the broken expression plastered on his face, his smile faltering, replaced with a wobbling frown. "You're regretting it aren't you?"

Rachel said nothing, her silence answering his question. Finn backed away from her, stumbling into the living room. Rachel stared at him painfully, her hands curled into clenched fists at her side. "Finn, I – "

"What did you do that Rachel? Last night, I finally confessed how I was feeling, and we . . . we had, sex. You didn't have to say anything back, but I knew how you were feeling because we . . . we did that. And, and, n-now you're telling me you regret it?" He chuckled sarcastically, his eyes misting with tears. Rachel glared at him in horror, feeling hatred towards herself.

"Finn I . . . I am, so sorry, it was a mistake. I was tired and confused, and hurt, and you were the only one who was loving to me and I . . . I'm so – "

"God Rach, you really know how to hurt someone don't you? Maybe that's the reason you can't keep someone! Because once you feel yourself feeling happy, feeling like it might get somewhere, you get scared! You get scared and you run away from something special, like us." Her heart swelled at his words, as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "How could I be so stupid? Thinking someone like you could feel the same way about an idiot like me."

Rachel sobbed harshly at his broken self-confidence, shaking her head in disagreement. "Finn, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry but . . . that doesn't change the way I feel about us, about what we were heading towards. I can't take this step with you; I can't ruin something so special. I just missed my best friend," she cried loudly, the tears swallowing her brown eyes with redness. "I am just so damn sorry. It was a stupid mistake and – "

Finn arched his eyebrows at her. "Stupid mistake? Rachel, that was probably the best thing that ever happened to me."

Rachel gawked at his words, her heart beating painfully inside her chest. She dropped her head into the palm of her hands, sighing chokingly. She lifted her face, gasping slightly when she noticed tears shimmering down Finn's face. She looked at his face peacefully. This could be the last time you would ever see him.

She walked towards him slowly, her eyes locked with his longingly. She stepped on her tiptoes, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed as her gentle lips touched his skin, blazing it on fire. Rachel stepped down, turning around abruptly and heading towards the door.

She gripped the doorknob tightly, swinging the door open, eager to leave. "So that's it? You're just going to walk out on us, cut me from your life so you don't have to deal with your feelings towards me?"" Finn's voice echoed, strangled, from behind her. She froze in place, her heart beating frantically at his question.

Rachel turned her head towards him, smiling sadly briefly. "Goodbye Finn," she murmured softly, and closed the door on his tear struck face.

She sobbed harshly into the rim of her arms as she pushed herself from the doorframe, walking towards the elevator eagerly, trying to erase the image of her final goodbye to Finn. Her head snapped back when she felt herself collide with another body, the force causing her to stumble backwards.

"I'm sorry, I – "

Her voice trailed off silently, her eyes widening in pure shock as she saw Santana standing in front of her, her hands placed lightly on her hips.

"S-Santana?" she asked, hurt filling her senses. How ironic, as soon as she leaves, another girl comes to visit. Santana's expression, although, told her something entirely different. "What are you doing here?" she asked angrily, crossing her arms tightly over her plump chest.

Rachel stared helplessly at her through her thick tears, shaking her head slowly. "I – I, just calm by to – "

Santana gasped as she noticed her in the same dress from the night before, her make-up smutted, and her hair wild from someone's hands. She glared at her in disgust, her voice cracking as she brokenly whispered the question she dreaded to know the answer to, "you slept with him?"

Rachel gawked, her mouth agape as she looked away from Santana, tears of shame dribbling endlessly down her cheeks. "I, . . . " she turned towards Santana, who was currently steaming at her, her eyes full with rage, "It was a mistake, I – "

Thwack.

Santana's hand contacted harshly with the side of Rachel's face, her fingers scrapping against the skin of her cheek. Rachel's neck snapped at the unexpected force, a small gasp parting from her lips.

Painful jolts sent through her veins as she placed a tender hand on her cheek, staring at Santana in shock. "That's for sleeping with my boyfriend."

She raised her hand once more, slapping Rachel in the same spot. "And that's for thinking you could get away with it."

She left blindly; leaving a star struck Rachel at the foot of Finn's apartment matt. Rachel stared after her retorting figure, shaking her head in disbelief.

Correction.

Now Rachel Berry has hit rock bottom.

Ah! Sorry I know it's short but I wasn't exactly planning on making a long chapter anyways! Uhm so yeah I hope you guys loved this chapter, I liked writing the emotion with Finn and Rachel, and Santana. You'll see Rachel facing Kurt in the next chapter, and also don't bash Rachel on this chapter, I'm telling you, she's just really confused! Hold on for Finchel guys! Don't give up, don't give up LOLL! so yeah next update will probably be on saterday, im just going to update every two days, occasionally three days if i get busy but other than that, yet again DON'T GIVE UP HOPE! Anyways, love ya guys and PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE REVIEW:D xoxo