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Hello my friends! This is chapter fifteen, and uhm, you see Rachel getting her life back together and all. Enjoy guys, summary of my new fanfic 'THE RUNAWAYS' is at the end of the chapter.
Chapter Fifteen:
What I've Done
Puck angrily whipped the front door of his apartment open, kicking it closed behind him as he entered. He stalked into the living room, his fists clenched at his side with frustrations. Damnit, Rachel just didn't fucking get it.
"You seem pissed."
Puck stopped short in the centre of the room, the source of the voice coming from behind him. He sighed heavily, turning to face the man he hasn't seen in two days. A small smile twitched his features as he saw Finn sitting in his father's chair, a bottle of beer gloomily weighing in his hand. He tipped the opening to his lips, drowning himself in the alcohol.
Puck stared at him idly, watching as he set the bottle beside him on the coffee table. He shook his head in disbelief, confused by his changed form. "You barely drink and I haven't seen you in two days . . . what happened?"
Finn chuckled sarcastically, the alcohol intertwining with his thoughts. He raised a sloppy finger, dangling it at Puck. "You think you're so smart don't you? Think you know me Puckerman?" he slurred, shivering as he stood up from the chair. He stepped towards him, his head tilted to the side. "You look super mad, lemme guess: when you went to visit Rachel, she fucked than chucked right?"
Puck gulped harshly. "Come on man that's not fair, what she did to you doesn't give her a reputation," he defended hastily. Finn laughed, bending down to slap his hand against his knee. "Oh now she's got you all tied up, don't she? How does Quinn feel about this? Seems to me like she's been gaining a little weight – "
"Finn. Stop. Now." Puck's nose flared wildly, his eyes narrowing down on Finn's red ones. Finn didn't take the hint as he continued to flaunt him. "Ou, what's wrong Puckerman? I don't think I'll be the only one who notices she's getting fat. Pretty soon she'll be too ugly to fuck and you'll just ditch like a – "
Puck gripped Finn's collar tightly, bringing his face closer towards his. He shook him violently, his teeth gritting together in rage. "She's fucking pregnant you fucking bastard," he spit. Finn's eyes widened roundly, his lips parting in shock. Puck growled, removing his clutching fingers from Finn's shirt. He exhaled deeply as he fell backwards on the cushioned couch, his face falling into the palm of his hands.
Finn froze in his spot, the rage flowing freely from his body. He stared at Puck unknowingly, guilt replacing his heightened emotions. Puck looked up at him, his expression softening at Finn's troubled face. "We just found out yesterday," he explained. "But with both you and Rachel sulking, we didn't have time to – "
"Wait . . . Rachel's what?"
He stumbled back into his chair, falling heavily on the cushion. He stared at Puck in disbelief, his ears perked in anticipation of the conversation. Puck sighed heavily, scrunching his nose. "Yeah, I thought you were bad, until I saw her . . ."
Finn's throat tightened at his words, the need to run inside his room and cry like a little girl growing too much to handle. A choked breath escaped his lips, his eyes misty from the very thought of her in pain. He shook his head in bewilderment, trying to rid of the unwanted thoughts. "So," Finn began, clamping his rough hands together "you're going to be a dad huh? Congratulations."
Puck smirked, shaking a hand at him. "I know what you're trying to do Hudson, trying to change the subject. So, do you wanna tell me why you were drowning yourself in that?" Finn looked into the direction that he was pointing, sighing as he saw the beer bottle still beside him. He pursed his lips, leaning back in the chair. "I dumped Santana," he told him, shrugging his slump shoulders. "But that wasn't the part that made me drink. It was the stuff that she told me after I broke up with her, telling me I wasn't good enough anyways, not even for a 'fugly' girl like Rachel . . ."
He fluttered his eyes at the broken memory, his heart trembling as he thought about it. He exhaled deeply, opening them to find Puck staring at him idly, sympathy written clear on his face. "God, what a fucking bitch," Puck exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
Finn chuckled lightly, nodding his head in agreement. "I don't get it man, why everyone's been making fun of Rachel all the time, she's perfect."
"You really love her don't you?"
Finn looked at Puck, taken aback by his sudden question. He breathed heavily, a deep frown gracing his lips. "Yeah. I do."
Puck stared at him, confused by his brimming mood. "So what are you going to do about it?" he questioned, clapping his hands together roughly. Finn looked away from him, taking another sip from his beer. He hesitantly set it down, still not facing Puck. "I'm moving in with my parents in Long Island."
Puck shot up from his seat on the couch, his chest heaving in rage. "What? Why the fuck you moving to Long Island?" he yelled angrily. Finn bit his lip nervously, playing with the rim of the beer bottle. "It's just temporary, as long as it takes for everything to get sorted, it's just so fucked up right now. And plus, I can't stand living here anymore, knowing that the girl I love is just downstairs, probably jumping another guy."
Puck shook his head in disagreement. "No, she wouldn't do that. I'm pretty sure she's in love with – "
"Puck, just stop. I don't need to get my hopes up on this. This is for the best okay? I'm sending out my luggage in a week so I won't have to bring my bags on the boat."
Puck stared at him, shaking his head in disbelief. "Well," he mumbled, looking down at his feet, "when are you leaving?"
"Two weeks."
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Two Weeks Later
Rachel giggled lightly as Quinn pulled her down 5th avenue, dragging along the bright rays of the sun. She pushed Rachel into the coffee shop in front of them, resting a protective hand over her belly as they stepped into the semi-empty building. She grabbed Rachel's hand with her free one, swinging their arms together as they walked to the back of the waiting line.
"Come on honey, I'll treat you with some coffee for your big job interview tomorrow," she winked, smiling widely. Rachel rolled her eyes, laughing at her best friend's enthusiasm. "Q, it's an interview for a box office master in Times Square, it ain't that big."
"Oh pish posh. It's your first interview in a year." She pinched the skin of Rachel's cheek, shaking it lightly. "I'm so proud of you," she cooed, as Rachel whined out, removing her hands from her face. She looked at Quinn suspiciously, arching a delicate eyebrow at the plump blonde.
"Hello, what can I get you?" A voice echoed from in front of them. Rachel turned her head toward the cashier, her beaming smile reflecting the store's atmosphere. "May I get a medium black coffee please? Hold the sugar," she ordered. She turned to Quinn, who was biting hesitantly on her lip. "Uhm," she hummed to herself, looking at Rachel. "Coffee isn't good for pregnant people is it?"
Rachel giggled, shaking her head to her answer. "Alright, then I'll just have a glass of water please."
"That will come to 1.95," the cashier addressed, as their order was being made behind her. Quinn pulled out her wallet, paying the girl. "Thank you and have a nice day," she said brightly as she handed the girls their glasses.
Rachel took it warmly in the cup of her hands, humming as the steam sent vibes through her chilly skin. She sat down on a cushioned chair, placing her coffee on the table as Quinn did the same thing. "So," Rachel began, watching Quinn drink delicately in front of her, "have you thought of any baby names?"
Quinn smiled, setting down her glass of water on the wobbling table. "Me and Puck staid up all night yesterday discussing it. For a boy, we were thinking Jack, because you know how much I love Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic. And for a girl, he thinks it should be named Beth, because of some KISS song."
Rachel laughed. "I like them, they're pretty. Ever since I was little, I wanted to name my child either Bernadette or Barbara, but I don't think my husband would like that very much," she giggled, shifting comfortably on the chair. Quinn nodded in agreement, suddenly gripping Rachel's hands in hers. "Speaking of our little baby, me and Puck were wondering if . . . you know you would like . . . to be the Godmother." Rachel choked back on her coffee. She placed it down, coughing in bewilderment at Quinn's comment. "What?" she managed to squeak out, "Godmother, are you serious? I would be honored. Who's the Godfather?"
Quinn's smile faltered, her face falling into a deep frown. "Uhm," she mumbled lowly. Rachel noticed her discomfort and hesitance, already knowing whom it was. "I know, he would make a great one," Rachel whispered, grinning sadly at her. A loud snorkel of laughs caught her attention, as her eyes slowly drifted to the source of the interrupting sound. Her gaze fell upon a close couple, the curly haired man leaning in slowly to kiss the woman's lips gently.
A warm smile graced Rachel's features as she watched the loving couple across from her, kissing softly and reassuringly. The red head suddenly pulled back from his lips, her eyes flickering towards a staring Rachel. Rachel bulked, as she noticed the couple turn towards her, their eyes widening as Rachel's cheeks reddened in embarrassment. "Sorry . . . I'm sorry, it's just, I can tell you love each other I've always wanted that."
She felt Quinn's comforting hands on her back, as the couple smiled brightly at her, taking her apology as a compliment. "Well, young lady, I'm sure you'll find someone right Will?" the redhead asked her boyfriend, or probably fiancée, or maybe even husband or whatever.
Will nodded in agreement. "Of course," he turned towards the girl, smiling lovingly at her, "Emma's my best friend."
Quinn's pattern of the back of her shirt stopped instantly as Rachel's eyes widened rounding, her mouth slightly hanging open. "E-excuse me? What do you mean she's your best friend, aren't you dating?" she questioned, not even caring she was getting in their business.
"Well yes, but she's also my best friend, some one I can't live without. When I'm with her, I don't feel empty or cold anymore. When I look into her eyes, it's like I could stare into them the whole day without even noticing." Will kissed Emma's cheek warmly, leaning his forehead against her temple. "She's my best friend, and I would do anything for her."
Rachel stared at them knowingly, her heart thumping loudly against the insides of her chest. She felt Quinn's eyes burn into her face, the tension of the situation growing hotter. "So is that what love feels like?" Rachel whispered lowly, her lips barely moving.
Emma laughed, leaning her head against Will's shoulder. "You'll know what love feels like honey, it's different for everyone. But for me, it's like he's the sunshine on my rainiest day, and even though we fight like hell, I'd still give him anything," she turned towards Rachel, smiling gently. "Love is the most unique thing, something that no scientist can figure out. You could search to the furthest of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. But it's also unpredictable, unexpected, or uncontrollable. When I look at him, it's like my heart can barely contain itself, like it doesn't belong to me any more," she turned back to Will, a watery smile gracing her features, "but belongs to you."
Tears fell freely down Rachel's face, her lips formed into a tight line of thought. Her heart swelled at Emma's speech, her mind flashing to sudden memories and pictures of him.
Of Finn; her best friend.
"I need to go," she rasped urgently, wiping her wet face as she shot up from her seat. Quinn shook her head in bewilderment, also star struck form the redhead's words. "Are you okay?" she desperately asked, resting a protective hand over her forming baby bump.
Rachel looked down at her, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Yeah, I just, I need to talk to him," she breathed, nodding her head at own idea. Quinn's eyes widened largely, her mouth agape. "No, no Rachel," she sighed in frustration. "Rachel, we weren't going to tell you this, but Finn is – "
"Quinn let me handle this okay?" she mumbled easily, turning towards Emma and Will, who were staring unexpectedly at the scene. "Thank you. So much." And then she walked towards the exit doors of the coffee shop, only one thought on her mind.
She needed to find Finn.
OH NO! Do you think Rachel is going to make it to Finn on time before he goes on the boat to Long Island? Find out guys! And aw, wah, there's only two more chapters left! Next chapter, then the epilogue! Comment in the review section on what you think will happen next and how you liked this chapter! Also, if you haven't noticed, Emma's speech is partially based on the movie 'Stardust' with that scene with Yvaine and Tristan in the back of the carriage. Anyways, I HAVE THE SUMMARY OF 'THE RUNAWAYS' MY NEXT FANFIC, HERE IT IS:
Finn and Rachel are two orphans apart of the 'New Directions' gang, who must find a way to survive the aftermath of the bombing in Ohio, without the fear of getting caught.
Well yup, as I said, it is dark, there's murdur lots of other things! Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please tell me how it was! Love you guys and please review, xoxo !