Pulling back into the driveway, after dropping the diva and blonde dancer off at the park and grabbing their stuff from Santana's house, Quinn texted Puck telling him that they were at Rachel's and he could bring the locker.
"Well, let's go inside and check out her room before Puck gets here." Santana said, getting out of the car and walking into the big house.
Sitting the suitcases they had in their hands off to the side of the hallway they made their way upstairs. Entering the room, Santana went to bathroom to search while Quinn searched the bedroom. The blonde girl searched through all the dresser doors, finding nothing, before looking under the bed and mattress.
"Jesus." The blonde heard her Latina say from the bathroom in a low tone. Quinn got up and walked to doorway, eyes widen at the sight she saw. There sat her girlfriend on the bathroom floor with a least ten razors of different sizes laying on the floor in front of her and two sharp looking pocket knifes in her hands.
"She uses them all." Quinn heard herself say. She knew it was dumb to say, because she knew Rachel probably did use them all, but she was in shock and had no idea what to say.
"I think this a little more serious then we thought, Q." Santana whispered, looking down at all the razors on the floor.
"What are we going do?" Quinn asks looking at Santana with tears forming in her eyes. She knew that Rachel's cutting was bad from how she denied having a problem, but she didn't know it was this bad and from the looks of all the razors and two knifes it's really bad.
"I don't know, Q, but I think we need to tell Shelby and coach tonight." Santana picks up all the razors careful and puts in them trash bag she found in linen closet.
"You know, Rachel is going be mad at us if tell them."
"I know but we don't have any other choice, Q. We can't take any chances at this point. I've been thinking of telling Shelby and coach since we left school earlier, because I got a feel that Rachel was having an urge to cut and then I find all these razors and stuff. I'm scared of what would happen if we don't talk to them about it." Santana says standing up and carrying the bag out of the bathroom.
"What do you mean you got a feeling like Rachel was having an urge to cut?" Quinn asks walking over to the closet to check for any more razors or knifes.
"When I was holding her hand she was shaking a little bit, so I turned to ask her if she was okay. That's when I saw her taking her finger and digging it into her forearm and dragging it across her skin like she was trying to cut her arm with her fingernail. She done it for a few minutes and then relaxed a little. It was like she didn't even know she was doing it or that I was watching her." Santana explains sitting on the edge of the bed watching Quinn look through the closet.
"She's going hate us." Quinn says closing the closet door and walking over to Santana.
"Maybe, but I think she'll realize that were just helping her."
"Yeah, well it looks like she doesn't have anything in her room, so let's go downstairs and wait for Puck." Quinn says grabbing Santana's hand gently walking out of the tiny diva's room and downstairs.
"Hey ladies!" Puck yelled as they entered the living making both girl jump and Santana drop the bag, causing all the razors to slide across floor. "Why hell do you have razors?"
"Shit, Puck, give us a heart attack." Santana growls at him and picks up the razors. Puck walks over and picks up the last razor and glares at the two cheerios.
"Why do you two have razors and where is Rachel? What did you do?" He glares at the pair. It's not that he didn't trust them, but come on what would you be thinking if the two girls who made the tiny diva's life hell was carrying a bag with razors and the tiny diva was no where in sight.
"We didn't do anything, Puck. Give me that razor so I can go throw them in the trash." Santana glares back at him. "Then we'll explain, okay?"
"Fine, Lopez, but you both better not have hurt her." He hands the razor to Santana who puts it in the bag and walks outside to the trash bin in front of the house throwing the razors away.
"You might want to sit Puck it's going take a little while to explain." Quinn sighs and sits down on the couch, waiting for Santana to come back.
"I'll stand." Puck glares down at the blonde.
"Sit your ass down, Puckerman and stop staring at my girl like that!" Santana yells standing in the doorway of the living room.
"Your girl?" Puck asks looking at Santana like she had three heads.
"Yes, my girl. Now sit down so we can explain."
"o-okay." He stutters out sitting down facing the two cheerleaders.
After about 45 minutes of explaining how the unholy trinity were dating, them falling in love with the tiny diva, why they treated her the way they did, all stuff Rachel told them about her mom and dad's, and how they found out about Rachel cutting. Everyone was silent, Puck looked like he was going be sick and he had unshed tears in his eyes as he stared blankly at the coffee table in front of him.
"I'm so stupid. I should have noticed something. Ugh, why am I so stupid? Dammit, I could have stopped all of it, but no, I just stood by and let you both and everyone else in that school hurt her." He said visibly shaking trying to not lash out at the two cheerio, who were trying to figure out how to calm him down. They knew he wouldn't physically hurt them, but they also knew yelling at each other is the last thing they all need right now.
"Calm down, you blowing up on us isn't going help anything." Santana said as she watched him relax a little bit.
"Do you realize how messed up the shit you just told me is? Not the part about you two with Brittany but the part that you three love Rachel. If you loved her you guys wouldn't do that shit!" Puck said raising his voice a little.
"We know it's messed up! You don't have to point that out but, don't you dare sit there and say we don't love her!" Quinn said venomously staring daggers at the jock. He huffed and leaned back against the couch.
"Puck, we truly do love her. We know we could have done things different, but we didn't. We hate what we done but we can't change it now, no matter how much we wish we could." Santana patted Puck on the leg. "You know you kind of done the same thing."
"What do you mean?" He asked raising an eyebrow at the Latina.
"Well, you might not have called her names, throw slushies or treat her bad but you never stopped it. Why did you never stop it?"
"Because she deserves but this town and-" Puck trailed off as he realized what Santana was saying.
"See, so we weren't too different."
"Yeah, but I never done what you guys did to her." Puck huffed crossing he's arms.
"True, but what you done weren't any more right then what we did." Quinn glared at him again.
"Okay, Okay." He raised his hands up. "What are we going do about her cutting?"
"Were going to tell coach and Shelby when they get here later."
"Rachel's mom? But you just said Shelby left Rachel last year."
"I guess she contacted coach and said she wanted to fix things with Rachel." Santana said, picking up her cell phone that was ringing. "It's Britt."
"Put it on speaker." Quinn says as Santana answers it and hit's the speaker phone button.
"Sanny!" The voice of their blonde dancer girlfriend flooded the room. They could tell she was trying not to cry.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
"It's Rae, She took off. I- I went and got ice cream like you said I could have and she t-took off I tried to r-run after h-her." Brittany cries harder. "Sanny, I'm scared. I can't find her."
"Shhh, Baby, were on our way ok?" Santana told Brittany as she turned to Quinn and Puck. "Let's go."
"Hurry, P-Please." Brittany said in a voice that broke the other three hearts.
"Were getting in the car now, ok? I'm going give the phone to Quinn." Santana passes the phone to Quinn, who turned the speaker phone off and tried to calm down their tall blonde girlfriend.
"Why would she take off?" Puck asked from the back seat of the car.
"I don't know." Santana said as she tried to stay calm and focus on the road.
Reaching the park in record time the two cheerios and jock took off running, once the car was parked, to where the blonde dancer said she was. Once they made it to pond they saw the tall blonde sitting on a bench crying.
"Shh, Sweetie, were here now." Quinn pulls the taller blonde to her holding her as she rubbed her back. "It's okay."
"We have to find her." Brittany cried against her girlfriend's chest.
"We will, baby. I promise we will. Q, call coach and tell her happened and me and Puck will go look for Rachel." Santana tells Quinn, before looking at Puck and pointing to the north side of the park. "Puck go that way and I'll go check over by the playground."
Puck nodded and took off running as Santana took off toward the playground. Both hoping that the tiny diva was still in the park and was okay.
Rachel's POV
Running off from Brittany isn't what I wanted to do, but I just couldn't stay there any longer. Those stupid cheerio's and their damn comments and insults. Were they right though? Was the unholy trinity just playing me for an idiot? Were they just following orders from coach Sylvester? I stop running and look up to see I'm clear on the other side of the park near the old baseball fields. Sighing, I sit down on the hillside and start to think about what just happened.
"Look what we have here girls. It's man hands." The redheaded cheerio sneered. "You're here with Brittany, right?"
I ignore them and keep looking at the ducks on the pond, wishing Britt would hurry up.
"I don't think she wants to talk to us, Jenna." The black haired girl, named Stacy, who was in my English class last year said looking at the red head.
"Cat got your tongue, freak?"
"You know that whatever this thing is with the unholy trinity is just cause coach feels sorry for your loser ass and just cause coach has gone soft and told us to leave you, doesn't mean I'm going to. You're just a worthless waste of time. Hopefully coach comes to her senses soon. As for the unholy trinity enjoy it while you can, because we both know once school starts their going go back to how they were and treat you like you deserve. If I was you I would do everyone a favor and drop dead." Jenna said in my ear before laughing with her little group as they walked away from me.
I turn to see them speak to Brittany and laugh with her. They were right? It's all a plan? The trio doesn't really care; they just said they did to get me to open up to them, so they could hurt me? Why was I so stupid?
I stand up and see Brittany look my way, biting my bottom lip to hold back my sobs I take off running. Not looking back as I hear Brittany call my name.
"Hey, you okay?"
I snapped out of thoughts by the voice I heard from behind me. Turning a little I see a boy about my age with dark hair slicked back and wearing a blue blazer.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I mumble out turning back around.
"I didn't know crying was the new fine." He says walking over to and sitting down by me.
"I'm fine really, but I appreciate the concern." I tell him still looking out at the field.
"I was at the park and heard what those girls said to you." He tells me leaning back on he's hands with he's feet out in front of him. "Their wrong you don't have man hands."
I laugh and smile a little bit at the comment. I don't even know this boy but he's already making me feel a little better.
"It's the name everyone at school calls me, well one of them." I tell him finally looking over at him. He smiles at me and reaches he's hand for me to shake.
"I'm Blaine by the way."
"Rachel." I smile and shake he's hand. "You know you didn't have to come after me."
"Well, you see I did because I'm secretly a superhero and you looked to be in need of one. So, Here I am." He smiles widely at me as I start to laugh at him.
"So, you're a private schoolboy by day and superhero by night?" I ask jokingly.
"You could say that." He laughs. "So, Rachel, may I ask why you never stopped when that tall blonde, who almost hit me with her ice cream cone, was yelling for you."
"She almost hit with ice cream?" I ask trying not to laugh at the image of it I'm getting in my head.
"Yeah, she kind of threw it when she tried to run after you." He laughed again. "Good thing I was paying attention, or else it would have landed on my head."
I bust out laughing at that, grabbing my sides. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay." He smiles and leans back again. "A least you're not crying now. So, why didn't you stop?"
"The things that the redheaded girl said hurt and made me rethink some stuff. I just had to get out of there."
"I'm guessing that some of things she whispered into your ear were about the blonde."
"Yeah."
"Well, if it means anything. The blonde seemed liked she really cared for you and was worried." Blaine told me gently. "She also made a phone call to someone called Sanny."
"Oh no." My eyes widen as I look at him. I forget about Santana Quinn. Their probably going leave me sooner now. Oh well, I knew this was too good to be true anyways.
"I'm guessing this Sanny person is going be upset?" He asks looking at me with a concern. "They won't hurt you will they?"
"No. Sanny or well Santana is Brittany's Girlfriend. She's not going be happy with me though." I sigh looking down.
"I know we just met and stuff but I can tell theirs more to the story. I'm a good listener if you want to talk about it. People always say it's better to talk then keep everything inside."
"I-I It's just a really long story." I tell him still looking down. Is it weird to already feel close to him? I feel like I can tell him anything without being judged.
"Well, I got time." He smiles at me again. I nod smiling a little as I begin to him about how I'm treated in school, about Glee club hating me, how the three most beautiful girls in school told me that cared about me and how they acted toward me and how past few days went with them. Leaving out the parts about my dad's, mom, and my cutting.
"I'm guessing you care a lot about them?"
"I do. I fall in love with them. As crazy as it seems, after all the stuff they done to me and treated me, I fall in love. I've loved them from the first day they ever walked in the choir to join Glee. All three of them are amazing in their own way. Quinn is the caring and understanding one. Brittany is the sweet, kind, and innocent one that can read people's feelings. Santana is the protective one and kind of scary at times but for the past few days she's been nothing less then a big teddy bear. It's crazy that I've only really spent one day with them and I feel so close to them, but I feel like it's all a joke or something. I really hope it's not but it doesn't stop me from worrying."
"You're a good person, Rachel. I mean to put up with all that crap and still try to find good in someone. It's amazing. Your amazing for that and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise."
"Thank you, Blaine." I blush a little. I've never had someone tell me I'm amazing before it was nice.
"No problem, you know you should ask them Rachel. I mean from what you're telling me I really don't think it's a joke and from how the blonde in the park acted they really do care about you."
"I guess so."
"So you're in the Glee club at your school?" He asks changing the subject.
"Yeah, McKinley high Glee club."
"Cool, I'm a Warbler from Dalton Academy."
"I heard about you guys. You all are very talented." I tell him with a smile.
"Thank you. Since we're friends now and all, you should come see us perform at this Benefit Concert next week. I can get you some tickets." He tells me grabbing he's phone out of he's blazer. "What's your number? So I can text you when I get the tickets and we can meet up and I'll give them to you."
I smile at and give him my number and tell him to go ahead and text my phone so I have his number, explaining I left my phone in my car earlier. In away I'm kind of glad I did leave my phone in my car, because I know Santana or Quinn would be trying to get a hold of me and I just wanted to be left alone right now.
"Unholy trinity, who in the world named them that?" He asks causing me to laugh.
"I have no idea, but let me tell you this they are scary when mad or upset." I tell him and laugh a little when he's eyes widens a little. Why is he looking like that? "Blaine?"
"Um, does this unholy trinity have a scary looking Latina in it and another blonde other then the one at the park?" He asks still with wide eyes looking straight a head.
"Yeah. Wait, how did you know that?" I ask looking at him really confused.
"Because their walking this way and they look like their going kill me." He tells me still looking in front of him. I turn to look and my eyes widen at the three girls who are walking this way. Quinn is walking in between Santana and Brittany like they do at school and they are wearing their scary emotionless glare, but this time it's multiplied by hundred. If looks could kill I'm pretty sure me and Blaine would be dead.
"I thought you were superhero." I mumble with a little fear in my voice. I don't think I've ever seen them so scary looking before.
"I don't think even a superhero could save us now." I laugh a little at what he says but its cut short by the glare Santana is sending me. I look down at the ground, really wishing the ground would shallow me as I mumble to Blaine. "Don't look in their eyes."
"Too late." He mumbles and my breath gets caught in my throat as three pair of shoes stop right in front of us. I keep my head down as I feel their eyes on me.
"Thank god, your okay." I hear Quinn say with relief in her voice. "You scared us."
"Rae, we were so worried." Brittany says in a shaky voice and it makes my heart hurt to know I upset and worried her.
"I'm sorry." I mumble still looking down. I'm so terrified to look into their eyes. I'm scared that I'll break even more. If all this wasn't real then I couldn't look into their eyes. I had to stay strong.
"Baby girl?" At that I couldn't handle it I broke down and cried again. Feeling a pair of arms wrap around me, I look of to see Blaine hugging me. I wrap my arms around him tightly and cry loudly.
"Shhh, it's okay, I got you Rachel." I hear him say rubbing my back gently and holding me close as I felt my eyes getting heavy. The last thing I heard before I fell a sleep was someone saying "Who is that?"
Santana's POV
"Who is that?" I hear Puck ask walking with coach and Shelby toward us.
"Shhh, Rae is asleep." Brittany tells him, causing him to instantly shut up.
I laugh a little at how Puck listens so well, before I turn my attention back down to our tiny diva. The boy holding her moves her slightly so her head is laying on her chest, causing me and the two blondes to growl a little at him. He stops and looks up at us and then over at the other three people that stood by us with confused and concerned looking expressions.
"I know all of you want to know what is going on and I will tell you once we get her out of the night air." He tells us looking over at Puck. "Can you help me out here?"
"Sure, man." Puck walks over and picks up our tiny diva careful and held her in his arms. I smiled softly when she curled up against he's chest. She looked so damn adorable. I'm glad she's okay though. I really thought we lost her.
"Your Blaine right?" Brittany asks the boy who was now standing and looking at her confused.
"Umm, yeah. How did you know that?" He asks looking at each of us confused.
"You texted Rae's phone. That's how we found you, because you said Hey, its me Blaine from the baseball field." She tells him like it's the most obvious thing ever.
"Oh." He laughs and then points at all three of us. "Unholy trinity, right?"
I glare at him as he laughs when Brittany claps and says were famous.
"Come on girls and other kid, Rachel is going get sick if we stay out here much longer." Coach says before her, Shelby and Puck walk back to where our cars are.
"Let's get something straight, Blaine. Rachel isn't up for grabs. No one and I mean No one is going try to take her away from us. Not now or ever." I tell him with growl pointing at him.
"Whoa, calm down. I don't want Rachel. I just want to be her friend." He tells me laughing a little. "Plus, I'm gay. So you have nothing to worry about."
"Ignore her; she can be a little to over protective and jealous when it comes to Rachel." Quinn tells him as I glare at her. Damn right, I'm over protective when it comes to my little diva. I'm done with people hurting her. "I'm Quinn and that's Brittany and the one who looks like she's going kill me is Santana."
"I know, Rachel told me your guy's names, but it's nice to meet you all." He smiles and I just want to knock the smile off of he's face. Even if he's gay he was still hugging Rachel.
"Thank you for finding her for us. We were worried something happened to her."
"No problem, I saw her take off from the park after four girls said some mean things to her and then I saw Brittany take off after her a little ways. So I thought I would follow her to make sure she was okay."
"Four girls?" I ask looking at him.
"Yeah, I think one was named Jenna." Blaine says with a thoughtful look on he's face.
"Jenna." Quinn growled so lowly and venomously that it made me shiver a little in fear. It scared Brittany a little to, because she let out a little whimper and moved closer to Blaine.
"I think Rachel was wrong." Blaine smiled at our confused expressions before explaining. " Oh, she told me that Santana was the overprotective one and little bit scary out of the three of you, but I think it might needed to be changed to be Quinn and Santana is overprotective and scary."
"Your right. I really like him. Can we keep him?" Brittany asks causing Blaine to laugh.
"I'll be around a lot, Brittany so don't worry." Blaine smiles and laughs as Brittany hugs him and talks excitedly with him as we reach the parking lot.
"You think we should invite him over?" Quinn asks leaning into me.
"Yeah, probably. I mean more the help better, right? Because something tells me that once our tiny diva sees that we took all the razors she's going go on a war path and when we tell Shelby and coach about her cutting, heaven help us." I tell Quinn, who sighs at the thought, as we walk over to where Puck was holding our diva close to him and talking to coach and Shelby in a hushed tone.
"Do you guys want us to take Rachel with us? Since there will be no room in Rachel's car with all three of you and Puck." Coach asks looking at us then behind us at Blaine. "He coming with us?"
I turn and get ready to ask when Blaine just nods at me.
"Yeah, but can Puck and Blaine ride with you guys?" I ask looking up at my coach who has a knowing smile on her face and nods.
"Go put Rachel in the car, Puckerman, so we can get back to house and talk." Coach tells Puck who nods and walks over to car and loads Rachel careful with Brittany's help. "See you guys at the house."
Blaine follows the two women to Shelby's SUV as me and Quinn walk over to the car where Brittany was standing. Puck nods at both us before jogging over to the other vehicle.
"Ready?" Brittany asks.
"Yeah, let's go get this over with." I say as I slide in the back seat with Rachel and lay her head on my lap gently. Smiling down at her as I run my fingers through her hair. She looks so beautiful. Like a tiny angel. Tonight is going be another long night, just hope she isn't to upset at me and Quinn when she finds out about our plans to tell Shelby and coach about her cutting.
Quinn's POV
Ever since I pulled out of the parking lot my mind kept thinking about what might happen at Rachel's house. All the scenes in my head that were playing was far from good, all of them had a angry and upset diva that kept telling us you guys said you wouldn't tell, but the last words that rang in my ear from my mind is what made me slightly shaky and scared. Those words keep playing over and over again and have me terrified to me death, because the tiny diva the was in mind said them with so much loathing and disgust. It made me sick at the thought it could happen.
"I can't forgive you for this. I hate you!"
Shaking my head trying to clear it from all those thoughts, I felt Brittany grab my hand and squeezing it lovingly. I smiled at the action and brought her hand up to mouth and kissed it causing her to giggle and smile widely at me.
"You okay, Britt?" I ask as I come to stop at the stop light near Rachel's house.
" I'm worried about Rae." She whispers turning to look back out the window.
"She'll be okay, Britt."
"I hope so, Q. We just got her and I don't want to lose her." I kiss her hand again as I pull the car on to Rachel's road.
"We're not going lose her." I tell her softly. I honestly think I was trying to convince myself more then Brittany, because truth is I was terrified we would lose the tiny diva before we even got a chance to actually be with her.
Putting the car into park behind the SUV, I look in the rearview to see Santana looking down at the sleeping diva with a smile on her face.
"San, we're here."
She doesn't look up at me or say anything; she just nods and gets out of the car so Puck can get Rachel. I watch as Santana just keeps looking at the tiny diva as Puck picks her up and starts to carry into the house, followed by Shelby, coach, Blaine and Brittany.
"This is really going happen?" Santana asks standing by me. I could tell from her voice she wasn't to sure about telling them about Rachel cutting.
"Yeah." I reply gently as I reach out and grab her hand before we walk into the house. When we reach the living room we see that Puck laid Rachel down on the couch.
"Let's go talk in the kitchen." Shelby says; turn on her heels and walking to the kitchen with everyone following her. That was the first I think I've heard her talk since coach and her made it to the park to look for Rachel.
"Now before we talk, I say we order pizzas. Sound okay with everyone?" Coach asks picking up the house phone. Everyone nods and Coach calls in three pizzas. One pepperoni and cheese, one meat lovers, and one vegan for Rachel and Shelby.
I sit down at the table on the right side of Santana and Brittany was on the left, as Shelby and coach sit in front of us with Blaine and Puck sitting at each end of the table. Everyone is quiet as if we were almost afraid to talk. Looking around the table I see everyone looking like they were lost in thought or staring off into space.
"Blaine?" Shelby is the first to break the silence, looking over at Blaine.
"Can you tell us what made you follow Rachel and why she ran off?"
"I was walking by the duck pond in the park after the warblers performance at the near by elderly home and I seen a tiny brunette and tall blonde, who was Rachel and Brittany, laughing and talking, so I sat and watched them for a little while." Blaine paused and looked at us all before continuing. "They intrigued me a lot; it was like they we're in their own little world. I could tell by Brittany's eyes she loved Rachel. Her eyes showed so much emotion for the smaller girl, it was a powerful thing to see. Then when I looked at Rachel I seen something that was off, her eyes showed love, but they also showed some other emotion that was unreadable. I was so confused by it. When I was about leave I seen four girls walk up to Rachel as Brittany was getting ice cream. I'm not sure what all was said but I knew something was really wrong, because all the emotion in her eyes was gone, they were just blank. It's made a shiver run up my spine. When Rachel stood and took one last look in Brittany's direction and took off, I thought I would follow her make sure she was okay."
"Did she tell you anything?" Coach asked quietly.
"She just told me about how the people in school treated her, her being in the school's Glee, her feeling like no one wants her around, and about Santana, Quinn, and Brittany."
"What about us did she tell you?" Santana asks in a shaky. She's afraid of what he has to say about us. I don't blame her, because I'm a little worried. What if she told him she doesn't want anything to do with us now? Or that she thinks she can never forgive us?
"She in love with all of you." He answers softly. Out of the corner of my eye I see Santana shake as she cries, shocking everyone at the table. Santana was never the one to show emotion. I feel tears in my eyes too. I wrap my arms around Santana as we both cry happy tears, feeling Brittany put her arms around both us. At that moment we didn't care that the other four people in the room was staring at us cry. All that matter was that our tiny diva loved us too.
Rachel's POV
Sitting up slowly and rubbing the sleep from my eyes I realized I was on the couch. How did I get here? The last thing I remember is being held by Blaine as I cried. Groaning softly I stood up and stretched, looking around at the dark house, I hear voices coming from the kitchen. I tip toe through the hallway and stop at the corner to listen to the conversation in the kitchen.
"She is in love with us?" I hear a shaky voice ask, it sounds like Santana but why does it seem like she's crying?
"Yes, that's what she told me. She said she loved you all the moment you joined Glee." Blaine says softly.
"She feels the same way." I hear Quinn whisper and then I hear I few giggles, which I assume is Brittany. I smile and edge a little closer to see who is all in the kitchen. Peeking into the kitchen I see my mother Shelby, coach Sylvester, Noah, Blaine, and the three girls that stole my heart. Shelby, Noah, and coach have smiles on their faces and look like their on the verge of tears as they watches the trio hug each other tightly. It was like the trio was in their own little bubble. I feel tears in my eyes for what felt like the millionth time today and I sniffled softly, causing Noah to look up at me, which caused the others to look way my. I blushed and looked down, knowing I've been seen.
"Hey, kiddo." Coach says softly. "We ordered pizza it should be getting here soon."
I feel a familiar urge coming on, one that seems to happen when I'm upset, nervous, or overwhelmed. I'm not sure why I'm having one right now; it might be because of all the stress from today. I look up and see all the eyes on me, all of them filled with concern and worry. Feeling like I was going to lose it, I had to get out of there and quick. I started to take a step backwards until I remembered that if I took off without saying anything, three cheerios would take off after me and that's the last thing I wanted right now. Taking a deep breath I smile at all them.
"Okay, I'm going go up and change." I say in the calmest voice possible so I don't tip the trio off.
"Okay, kiddo." Coach smiles at me before turning and talking to my mother who was still looking at me.
I turn around and walk out of the kitchen, not daring to look back because I know dark brown, blue, and hazel eyes would be staring at me. Reaching the stairs I look to make sure no one was following, before I went up to my bathroom. Halfway to my room I hear the doorbell ring, meaning the pizzas were here and I didn't have much time.
I started to get a guilty feeling in the pit of my stomach as I entered my bathroom. Pushing the guilt down as much as I could and shaking my head to get the beautiful faces of the three girls out of my head, I walk over to the sink and opened the top drawer moving the things in the drawer around to find what I was looking for. Finding nothing, my throat tightens and my eyes widen more and more as I search the drawer frantically. Where are they? They were there last night. Ripping the drawer out I dump it on the floor, kneeling down searching. No, No, No, this can't be happening. I need them. It was the only way to escape my feelings and emotions. I bury my face in hands and let out a quiet sob. What happen to them? Then it hit me, they took them. How could they do that to me? I thought they cared? I let out a scream of anguish before I bolt out of the bathroom and back down to the kitchen. Completely forgetting that there were other people in the kitchen, I started to yell.
"How could you?" I yell making everyone jump and look at me. I see the trio getting ready to stand and come over to me, so I move toward the sink, standing behind the island in the middle of the kitchen putting as much space as I can between me and them. I don't want them near me. I trusted them.
"Baby girl, what are you talking about?" Santana ask standing up getting ready to walk over to me.
"Stay away! I trusted you! I trusted all three of you!" I yell louder pointing at each of them. "How could you guys do that to me?"
"Sweetie, what are you talking about?" Quinn asks as her and Santana both try to inch closer to me.
"Both of you stop! Why did you take them?" I yell again causing them to stop and look at each other as they realize what I was talking about. "You took all them away, I needed them. I needed them to feel."
"Baby girl, we done that for your own good. You need help, Rach." Santana says softly, walking toward me again. I shake my head and try to hold back the tears.
"I don't need help. I told you that." I say quietly feeling my throat tighten again as I see Santana getting closer. I look around the room panicking as I look for an escape. "Don't come near me!"
"Rach, I'm not going hurt you." Santana says edging closer to me block my only exit. I back up against the counter more, before I try and make a run for it, only to be caught in Santana's arms.
"No, let me go!" I yell fighting against her. "Let me go!"
Quinn and Brittany rush forward to where were at and try to calm me down, as I still fight against Santana.
"I hate you! I hate you! I trusted you!" I yell hitting Santana in the chest over and over. Letting out a loud sob finally letting the tears fall, I grip Santana's shirt crying into her chest.
"Shhh, Baby girl it's okay. We got you." Santana rubs my back lovingly as I feel the two blondes rubbing my arms.
Santana's POV
"We got you, baby girl." I whisper trying not to cry as the harsh words she just said replayed in my head. I know she didn't mean them but it still hurt. I pull back a little and look at the two blondes that were still rubbing Rachel's arms gently; they both had tears in their eyes as they looked down at the tiny brunette.
Rachel's cries stop and she looks up at me. There was so much pain and hurt in her eyes that it made me what to look away, but I couldn't. I lean down and kiss her cheek softly.
"I'm sorry." She mumbles brokenly; tighten her hold on my shirt.
"It's okay." I tell her softly. "Let's go get you changed into comfortable clothes, okay?"
She nods against my chest, but doesn't move. I look over at the other people in the room and was about to tell them what we was going to do when coach spoke up.
"Go take care of her. We'll talk when all you get back."
"Okay." I nod and pick Rachel up in my arms gently, carrying her out of the kitchen and upstairs. Quinn and Brittany following in silence. I gently placed Rachel's feet on the ground once we entered her room before walking over and grabbing her pair of shorts and t-shirt.
"Thank you." Rachel took the clothes from my hands and walked to the bathroom closing the door.
Running my fingers through my hair I sat on the bed. I'm not sure how to deal with this anymore. Everything keeps going from being okay to hell in matters of minutes. Like right now it's calm, like everything has came to stand still, but I know once we go back downstairs it's going be like tornado destroying everything and anything in it's path, because the tiny diva is going lose it.
"You know she's going break down again." Quinn says quietly as her and Brittany sit by me on the bed.
"I know." I whisper letting my head drop into my hands. "I'm going tell her that she has to tell them and if she doesn't I will."
"We will, Sanny, you can't try to fix this all by yourself." Brittany wraps her arms around me.
"She's right, honey you can't fix all this alone. We're all in this together. Our tiny diva needs all of us, now." Quinn squeezes my arm gently. "We're the unholy trinity we can handle anything thrown at us, even if it's a certain tiny brunette diva that stole our hearts. All this maybe far from over, but we'll get through it together. We're going get her help and be here for her no matter. She's our missing piece. Our happily ever after."
I smile a little and kiss each of them and hug them. They were right. As long as we were together everything would work out. It may still be a battle ahead of us, but in the end it will be worth it all.