Chapter 2

So, I took it into consideration, what a few of you asked, to turn this into an actual story, and I think that I have enough motivation and inspiration to do so! Therefore...here's my second chapter. It's not perfect, because I wrote it at almost three in the morning, but hey. I did what you asked! T for now, and may develop into M. Enjoy!

It had been almost four months. Three months, three weeks, and a day, to be precise. That's how long they'd been together. She'd cherished every single day that they were a couple. A real, normal couple.

And now it was…precisely six days, seven hours, and fifty-two minutes since she'd broken his heart.

She knew it would be painful for her to see. What she didn't know was that it would absolutely destroy her.

The look he had on his face when she told him that they couldn't be together anymore. The tears that flooded his eyes, and he tried so hard to keep them at bay, when she said that she wasn't ever going to be good enough for him. "You are way more than good enough, Rachel. I don't need good enough. I just need you," he had said.

But she couldn't argue anymore. She knew that the poor man's heart was broken. She had wrapped that sheet around her, gathered her clothes, and changed out in the living room. For the first time ever, Rachel had been ashamed to be naked in front of someone.

She had done him a favor. What was she thinking? She could never in a million years be someone's wife, and certainly not someone as gracious and compassionate as Finn. She could never have children. Not only would she most likely screw them up too, they'd be ashamed to be called her children.

Love was for real people who led real lives, and could come home from the office at the end of the day, and actually talk about what happened at work. She was so stupid to believe she could actually be normal.

"Rachel, you're on in five," came the voice, and a knock on her trailer door.

But she was just sipping away at her third glass of Bordeaux, knees to her chest as she was drowning in the sorrow and self pity she brought upon herself.

"No, I'm not," she replied, but not keeping her eyes off the picture that was on her shelf of herself and Finn.

"Come on, don't be like that, sweetheart. We've just got a few shots today, and it won't take long. You never do."

That comment infuriated her. She knew what the director meant. She knew exactly what he was insinuating.

"That's too bad! Find someone else who'll fuck for money!" she slurred, tears pricking her eyes.

"Rachel…"

"Go away!" She threw her empty glass into the door, and it shattered into a million pieces.

Grabbing the bottle off the table, she took it to her mouth, drinking from it. Bordeaux was special to her. She and Finn had a glass of it that first night she took him out. Right before she gave him his first kiss.

"Really, Rachel. Thank you for tonight. It means so much to me that you did this for me," he said sincerely, and with a soft smile on his lips. "You...bought me clothes, and even took me out clubbing. You didn't have to do that."

She shrugged, returning the smile. "I wanted to. You deserve it, Finn. You deserve to be treated wonderfully. I'm surprised you don't have girls lining up at your door. You are…the sweetest guy I know."

"I'm awkward. Shy. A nerd. Women don't like that."

Tracing the edge of her wineglass with a finger, she replied, "Well, I do. You are so special, Finn."

"I think you've got that part wrong. You're the special one. Nobody does this for someone they haven't seen in years. That makes you…incredibly kind and special."

"Doubt it. I'm just treating you the way…I'd want to be treated."

He paused to look at her for a moment, before he put down his glass. Carefully, he raised a hand to her cheek, and ran his thumb over her cheekbone softly, getting her attention. "Well, I hope that…someday you find someone who treats you like a queen."

She searched his eyes for a moment, looking for even a hint of a lie. She wanted to see if he was tricking her. All she could see was adoration. Happiness.

"I like you, Rachel. I really like you."

That was all it took for her to lean forward and softly press her lips to his. Her wineglass blindly made it to the coffee table, and her hand went up to cup his cheek. He was kissing her back, and even pulling himself closer to her. He liked her. He really, truly, genuinely liked her. And he didn't even have to want to get in her pants to say that he liked her.

She pulled back slightly to look at him, and a smile slowly shone on her face. "I really like you too, Finn Hudson."

This time, it was he who leaned forward and kissed her, this time more roughly than she'd kissed him.

He liked her. He liked her. He liked her.

With each passing thought, the kiss slowly got deeper and deeper. She pressed her tongue against his lips, and though he didn't know what to do at first, he opened his mouth for her, and their tongues fell into rhythm with one another.

Her mind was slowly going blank. When was the last time that happened when she was kissing someone? And her eyes were closed. Something was happening to her. Something…wonderful. She felt wonderful.

The kisses became more and more heated, and she was forced to pull back for oxygen. Leaning their foreheads against each other, they caught their breaths together. And they were grinning at each other.

His eyes still only shone brightly with adoration. She could see trust in them, and even hope.

He was a special man. He made her feel alive. He treated her like he most likely would any other woman.

For the first time in a very long time, she felt wanted.

She swirled the last few drops of the wine before taking those down as well. They burned her throat, and it was probably because sobs were being choked down at the same time. Tears were now falling freely down her cheeks, taking down the eyeliner and the mascara she had on as well.

How could it possibly hurt this much? It made no sense. She actually felt…lost and hopeless. Like she was falling apart, shattering into a million pieces. It hurt so badly, she thought she could never stop shaking. Of course, it didn't help that those damn fucking tears were still coming down.

And she didn't want to get over it. She wanted to stay there and just…sob her heart out. She hadn't done so in so very long. It almost felt good. But it didn't feel as good as being held tight in Finn's warm embrace.

Fuck, Berry. No.

But how could she not think of him? He had been hers for almost four months. Four perfect fucking months. And now…he wasn't.

Burying her face in her hands, she continued to let the tears fall. She missed him. She missed him so much, and it hadn't even been a week. If he felt the same way she did, then they were both screwed. She'd done this to him. She'd broken him.

She loved him. She loved him. She loved him.

R&R? Since I did what you lovelies asked?