Hey guys, thanks for being so patient with me on this, I've been really busy sorting out stuff for university and such. Anyway, I decided to kind of merge the next two factors for the faberry together run one chapter as they kind of intermingle anyway so it made sense to write it like this.
Hope you enjoy!
"So you and Momma broke up all because of Finn?" Lucy asks, looking very disappointed in her mother. "You always tell me to never let a boy get between my relationships."
Rachel sighs softly. "It wasn't just Finn, sweetheart."
Rachel smiles when she hears the front door open and close. Her concentration strays away from the book on her lap as she listens out for the soft footsteps of her wife coming up the stairs.
When the bedroom door opens, Rachel's smile grows when she sees her wife standing in the doorway, her reading glasses sat on the top of her head, her dress shirt ruffled, with half of it hanging out, half tucked in and her blazer thrown over one shoulder.
Quinn gives Rachel a tired smile and walks into the room, sitting herself down on the end of the bed. Rachel closes her book and places it down on their bedside table before crawling up the duvet to her wife.
Once close enough, Rachel wraps her arms around Quinn's shoulders and places a gentle kiss against her smooth cheek.
"Good evening." Quinn says, glancing over her shoulder to Rachel with a smile. Quinn's hands hold onto Rachel's.
Rachel chuckles against Quinn's ear and kisses her lobe. She looks over at the clock on their nightstand. 12:30.
"More like good morning."
She watches as Quinn looks down at her watch before groaning. "I'm so sorry for keeping you up, baby." Quinn says.
Rachel hugs Quinn tighter. "Don't be, I wanted to wait up for you."
Quinn stands up and turns around to face Rachel. Rachel stretches herself up on her knees and smiles when Quinn wraps her arms around Rachel's waist. The blonde pulls Rachel against her and hugs her tightly before pulling away.
As she pulls away, Rachel leans up and kisses her wife on the lips. One kiss turns into two which soon turns into a full on, hormonal teenage make out session. However, when Rachel goes to undo Quinn's shirt buttons, the blonde pulls away and stills Rachel's hands.
"As much as I would love to make love to you tonight honey," Quinn says, moving one of her hands to cup Rachel's cheek. "I'm really tired and just want to fall asleep with you."
Rachel nods in understanding, though a little put out that she won't be able to make Quinn moan tonight. Quinn smiles at her and places a chaste kiss on her lips before going into their bathroom.
When Quinn finally reappears, her face is devoid of makeup and her work clothes are replaced with a pair of pyjama shorts and a tank top. Rachel has already situated herself back into bed, her book still sat on their bedside table.
Quinn clambers into the bed and goes to turn the light off.
"Uh, Quinn." Rachel says softly.
"Yeah?"
"Your glasses." Rachel indicates to the top of Quinn's head.
"What?" Quinn's hand reaches up to the top of her head and her eyes widen when she feels her glasses. She sheepishly removes them and places them down, giving Rachel a smile.
With a kiss goodnight, the couple bury themselves down into their covers and fall to sleep, with Quinn spooning Rachel.
As the following weeks passed, Rachel grew accustomed to Quinn arriving home late, and each night, she would wait up for her like a doting wife should. But after her talk with Finn, despite how angry she is with him for even mentioning it, Rachel can't help but think that there must be another reason for Quinn's coming home late other than just the work Sue piles on.
What makes matters worse is that even at the weekend, when Quinn isn't working, Quinn is still too tired to make love to Rachel. She wasn't even up for a quickie on the desk in their study. This, quite obviously drew up a few red flags to Rachel.
But the more she began to think upon what Finn had said, the more guilty Rachel felt. She feels like she's betraying her wife for even entertaining the idea that Quinn would cheat.
And yet, when Rachel looks in the mirror, she can't help - like most women - but spot all the abnormalities there is on her body - or perceived abnormalities. And because of that, Rachel is blinded to the aspect of her body that her wife finds the most beautiful about her. What Quinn sees as a enticing facial feature, Rachel sees it as an abnormally large nose too big for her face.
Quinn sees beautiful brown eyes, Rachel sees eyes that are too close together. Quinn finds Rachel's legs to be shapely and sexy, Rachel finds them to be too skinny and short. Quinn finds the nose crinkle and little snort Rachel does when she laughs to be adorable, Rachel finds it to be obnoxious. Quinn believes her wife has the most beautiful body she has ever seen, Rachel believes herself to be a walking potato.
Then when Rachel was introduced to Quinn's secretary - Jamie or Jinny or something like that - it only encouraged Rachel to doubt her own beauty.
Quinn's secretary was a beautiful woman, 23 or 22 years of age, whilst Rachel is closer to Thirty than to Twenty. She had the next brightest eyes after Quinn, and a killer smile. All white teeth and perfectly straight. Rachel swears she can see her reflection in the girl's teeth sometimes.
And then the legs on her. They were long and shapely and made Rachel very envious. There didn't seem to be a single wrinkle or frown line on the girl's face, whereas Rachel can begin to see her own forming. Rachel knew her stomach would be completely flat, devoid of any stretch marks that come with pregnancy. Rachel's is not.
When Rachel brought up her observations with Quinn, it did not go down too well.
"I don't understand why you're making such a fuss about this!" Quinn says in exasperation. She's only just gotten home from work and already Rachel is on her case. All she wants to do is lie down in bed with her wife and fall asleep. But Rachel had other plans.
"Because she is a beautiful young lady that you spend the majority of the day with!" Rachel says, angrily pulling on her dress robe. She refuses to let Quinn sleep until they talk about this.
"You're overreacting." Quinn shakes her head and stands up.
The couple stand either side of the bed, staring at each other like they're in some kind of stand off.
"I'm overreacting?!" Rachel says indigently. " You're underrating!"
A confused expression pulls on Quinn's tired face. "What? About what? There is nothing here to react or even discuss about!"
"Yes there is, Quinn! There is when my wife is spending the majority of her week with a much younger woman who is quite obviously attractive and could pass off as a supermodel!"
Quinn groans. "Why does it matter if she's beautiful?"
"So you admit she's beautiful." Anger boils within Rachel.
"Oh my god." Quinn mumbles. "Yes, Rach, she is beautiful. Stunning in fact."
Tears prick at Rachel's eyes at her wife's words. She bites her lip and looks down at her feet in sadness.
"But do you know what? That doesn't mean anything to me. Yes, she's beautiful. And okay, she's attractive enough to be a supermodel."
Rachel looks up and is surprised to find that whilst she had been staring at her feet begging herself not to cry, Quinn had made her way over to her. Quinn gently cups Rachel's chin and lifts her head up so she can look into her eyes.
"But she's not as beautiful as my wife. Or my children. Whom I love with all my heart. She's not my musical loving, strong-willed, ambitious, gorgeous wife. She's not the woman I look forward to seeing during my day. She's not the woman who falls asleep in my arms and who I wake up to."
Rachel sniffs at Quinn's words, a tiny smile pulling at her lips.
"She's not the woman I said "I do" to." Quinn's hand moves to cup Rachel's cheek. "You are. You are who I get to call my wife. The one who brings a smile to my face when I simply think about what you're doing right now. Are you singing? Are you dancing? Are you baking or are you doing all three?"
"I love you. Not Jenny. You. Rachel Berry."
Rachel smiles at Quinn's words before tilting her head up and connecting their lips.
Thus began the evenings of arguments that followed. Quinn would come home and Rachel would have a new subject to argue about. They varied drastically. Whether Quinn remembered to pick up the newspaper in the morning, if she left her bowl of cereal on the kitchen counter instead of placing it in the sink, or if she forgot to schedule a playdate for Alex, or carpool for Lucy or even a special evening meal with Rachel. All of them were reasons Rachel found to argue with Quinn about.
It was all down to Rachel's growing insecurity and doubt towards Quinn's faithfulness. Yes Quinn said all that wonderful stuff to her, but that's just words. They don't support her actions.
What made it worse was when, one night, Quinn returned home later than normal.
Rachel's fingers tap against the arm of the side rhythmically. She glances down at her phone for what seems like the thousandth time that night.
She growls in aggravation when she sees the time: 2:30
Quinn still isn't home and Rachel is worrying. And angry. Very angry.
She has sent Quinn a bunch of text messages and voicemails, all of which were left unanswered.
She huffs and puts her phone down with more force than needed. Where in gods name is her wife?!
Her fingers continue to tap against the arm of the sofa.
The only object lighting up the room is the moon shining through the window. Rachel decided to not turn on all the lights for when Quinn arrives. You know, for dramatic effects.
Rachel takes a deep breath when she hears Quinn jingle her keys in the lock and the soft sounds of Quinn's swearing. From what Rachel can tell from the lack of key in lock and occasional hit against the door from where Quinn must be stumbling, that her wife is drunk.
Finally, after a few more minutes of Quinn swearing and a final "Yes!" The door unlocks and swings open, revealing the silhouette of Quinn. Rachel watches as Quinn stumbles through the door and begins to take her shoes off.
She rolls her eyes when Quinn loses her balance and bangs into a table, causing a vase to topple slightly and for Quinn to quickly tell the table to shush.
After letting Quinn believe it was just herself and the furniture awake in the house Rachel decided it was time to let herself be known.
Reaching out a hand, she switches on the lamp beside her, her eyes locking onto the now alert blonde who's staring at her with wide eyes.
"You're late." Rachel says, her voice distant.
Quinn blinks once and scratches the back of her head. "I uh-" she lets out an awkward chuckle "Bit dramatic don't ya think?" She says, gesturing to the lamp.
Rachel raises an unamused eyebrow to her wife. She doesn't answer Quinn and instead very calmly clears her throat.
The blonde shuffles awkwardly and looks to the stairs. "You coming to bed?"
Rachel once again doesn't answer Quinn's question. "I tried calling you."
"Did you?"
"Yes. 15 times to be exact."
"Oh."
Rachel slowly stands up. "I also sent you a few texts...10 of them."
A light scoff escapes Quinn and a lazy smile crosses her face. If Rachel wasn't so mad, she would have found it cute. But right now...oh right now she finds it so incredibly irritating.
"Seem like a over obsessive girlfriend with that, Rach." Quinn says.
Rachel's eyes narrow dangerously. "I was worried, Quinn. I am your wife, not an overly obsessive girlfriend. I was worried because you weren't answering my calls and it had gone past midnight."
"You're not my keeper, you don't need to know where I am all the time."
Rachel blows up at that.
"I AM YOUR WIFE, QUINN. I HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW WHY MY WIFE ISNT HOME WHEN SHE NORMALLY IS. I HAVE THE RIGHT TO WORRY FOR YOU, FOR OUR CHILDREN."
"Why does it matter where I was? I'm here now aren't I?" Quinn shouts, becoming just as angry as Rachel.
"It matters because I didn't know where you were! You could have been lying in a gutter Somewhere and wouldn't have known! You could have been with-" Rachel blanches, and realising what she's about to say, she quickly moves on, hoping that in her intoxicated state, Quinn won't notice. "I was worried and scared that I would wake up tomorrow to a knock on the door from police telling me my wife was dead! I was frightened for our children with the possibility of telling them that their mother is no longer here! That is why it matters, Quinn!"
"You're so over dramatic!" Quinn huffs, "I was just out drinking with a few colleagues. We all had a rough day and thought it would be nice to relax!" Quinn chuckles humourlessly, "I can't believe you really thought I was dead! You're so illogical."
"Me?! Illogical?! No Quinn, I am being reasonable, you are the illogical one not thinking to let her wife know where she was!"
Tears begin to brim up in Rachel's eyes as she begins to picture Quinn lying in bed with Jenny before the picture changes to a police crime scene, with Quinn's body being the one lying on the floor, devoid of life.
"Why are we still arguing about this?"
"You could have been dead!" Rachel shouts, her tears now falling. Her lip trembles hard as she struggles to talk. "You could have been left on the street, alone, or bruised and bloodied up and I wouldn't know until the morning and our children-" a sob escapes Rachel, "God, our children would be left to live their lives without one of their mothers."
Rachel notices how Quinn's defensive stance disappears and a look of concern and heartbreak covers Quinn's face.
"Rachel-" Quinn goes to move to comfort her wife, but Rachel moves back and shakes her head.
Wrapping her arms around her abdomen, Rachel turns around and walks to the stairs.
"You're sleeping on the couch tonight." She says, sniffing hard.
"Honey,"
"You're on the couch." She repeats more forcefully. "You stink of alcohol and I need a little space. You know where the blankets are."
With that, Rachel turns around and walks up the stairs to hers and Quinn's bedroom.
Once she's settled down into the sheets, Rachel closes her eyes and begins to sob quietly.
The weeks that passed after that night were nothing short of tense. Rachel's distrust for Quinn only increased with each passing evening that her wife was not home at her usual time. Which became a frequent occurrence.
The sort of separation between the couple took it's toll on both women. With each passing day the bags under their eyes grew darker, they both are more irritable (Rachel having snapped at Finn a few times and Quinn to Jenny.) and looking like they are really lacking body fat.
They try to hide this from the children, with Quinn sneaking into the bedroom from the couch early hours in the morning before the children wake up - although she tends to leave before then anyway. When Quinn is home, they still exchange kisses and hugs with the children around, but as soon as the kids are off playing in their rooms or outside, they become distant.
Rachel would be lying if she said she didn't miss Quinn. She did, insanely so. But with the lack of her wife around and Finn instead being there, Rachel can't help but pull away from her distant wife.
Of course, there was the inclining that there was something more going on with Quinn and Jenny, which was helped by Finn's constant two cents on the matter of her marriage to Quinn.
Even when Santana spoke to Rachel, she still believed there was something Quinn wasn't telling her, that maybe she was indeed cheating.
"You're being ridiculous, Berry." Santana says from where she's sat opposite Rachel.
Rachel sips her soy latte. "Am I, Santana? Am I really?" She asks, narrowing her eyes. "My conclusion is perfectly acceptable. She has a hot new assistant, she comes home late, we haven't had sex in months-"
"I'm going to stop you right there because: A) I don't want to hear about your sex life - or lack thereof - and B) I repeat: You're being ridiculous." Santana says before rolling her eyes.
Rachel huffs and crosses her arms.
"Look, I've been your friend since College. I watched you go through two very shitty relationships. Quinn is the first person in a long time to actually treat you the way you should be treated. With respect and love. I see the way she looks at you and she loves you. Brittany has even told me that she's never seen Quinn be so devoted to another human being before. I've seen how much you love Quinn, and I know that Quinn would never cheat on you."
"But what about-"
"So what if she has a hot new assistant? Quinn isn't going to care because she's married to you. She comes home late because she obviously has a shit tonne of work at the office. We've all heard rumours of how ruthless Sue Sylvester is so it's no surprise. You haven't had sex in months because you're too wound up about your crazy idea that Quinn is cheating to see that you're completely wrong and because Quinn is probably too fucking tired!"
"This is ridiculous." Rachel says. "You're supposed to be on my side here, Santana!"
Santana laughs is exasperation. "'You're side'? Rachel, there are no sides in this. There's the truth - that Quinn isn't cheating on you - and there's you're perceived conclusions on the matter. Tell me, when you were on broadway and Quinn stayed at home, did you have sex often? Were you tired after each show?"
Rachel bites her lip and looks away from Santana. "Yes I was."
"And did Quinn immediately assume you were sleeping with your co-star simply because he was attractive and working with you 24/7?"
"...No."
"Case in point."
"But this is different! Finn told me-"
Santana throws her hands up into the air in anger. "Finn fucking Hudson is definitely the man you should not be listening too in terms of your marriage. That man only has one goal in mind and thats to get into your pants. He cares about only one person and it's himself." Santana stands up and picks up her coffee. "If you're more willing to listen to Finn Hudson, and believe his lying ass then we are done here." she says before stalking off.
Rachel watches her friend go with a contemplative look. Biting her lip, Rachel shakes off what Santana just said.
What does she know? Finn knows Quinn more than she does.
It was three weeks after her talk with Santana that things finally blew up at the Fabray - Berry household. Despite brushing off what Santana said, Rachel was starting to notice the odd, a little more than friendly behaviour coming from Finn. It wasn't like she meant to notice them, but Santana's words kept on repeating in her mind and each time they did, she would notice something not so friendly that Finn would do.
However, despite this, Rachel still invited Finn over for dinner after they picked the children up from school.
She had watched with a smile as Finn messed about with the kids, reminiscing about how she used to stand in the exact same spot and watch Quinn play with their kids.
After a meal of lasagna, vegan for Rachel, and putting the kids to bed, Finn and Rachel sat themselves down on the settee and set about watching an episode of Keeping Up With the Kardashians.
"So, when's Quinn home?" Finn asked, shuffling a little closer to Rachel.
Looking down at the hand Finn had placed between the two of them, Rachel subtly shuffled away from the man and made sure to keep one hand in her lap and the other holding the glass of wine she had.
She glances at the clock and sees that it's half past ten.
"Not for another two hours usually. Though recently it's been later."
"Oh?" Again, Finn moves closer. "Doesn't that seem strange to you?"
Rachel coughs awkwardly, but keeps on watching the screen, hoping that the argument between Khloe and Kim will distract her. "Yes, a little."
"Do you think maybe she's with her assistant?"
"Well she is her assistant, Finn, of course she would be with her." Rachel says, Santana's words from their conversation playing in her head.
"No I mean-" Finn moves closer again, if he moves one more time, the two of them will be shoulder to shoulder.
Rachel quickly stands up. She looks away from Finn's confused expression. "Uh, I'm gonna get some more wine, do you want another beer?"
Finn looks down at his hardly touched beer and back at Rachel, his eyes spotting the almost full glass of red wine in Rachel's hand "Nah, I'm good thanks."
Rachel quickly scurries off into the kitchen and braces herself against the counter.
'He's just being friendly' She thinks to herself. 'Nothing more. He's a concerned friend.'
Standing up straight, Rachel grabs her glass and turns around, walks back into the sitting room and sits down like nothing is wrong.
There's a few moments of silence between the two of them, with only the sounds of Kim crying being heard, before Finn speaks.
"You okay?" He asks.
Rachel plasters on a fake smile and looks over at the man. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"You're not thinking about Quinn and Jenny are you?"
"Finn-" Rachel takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She pinches the bridge of her nose and prays that Finn will let the matter drop.
"Because she's not worth getting yourself worked up over."
During her her silent mantra, Rachel didn't notice Finn closing the space between them.
"If I was your husband, I would never cheat on you. I would shower you in gifts and take you out to dinner every night."
Rachel opens her eyes, only to fly back after seeing how close Finn has gotten to her.
Okay, now she's uncomfortable.
Finn was so close she could smell his cologne, she could see the small smudge of lasagne sauce hidden in the corner of his mouth.
Finn reaches up and gently cups her jaw. Rachel can't help but compare how trapped her head feels in his hand, whereas with Quinn she feels safe.
"You deserve to be treated like a princess, Rach." He says, smiling softly. "Everyday, every year."
Rachel stops herself from gasping when Finn begins to lean in. However, before Finn can kiss her, the front door opens and closes, causing Rachel to quickly jump up from the sofa and look over at the blonde standing in the doorway.
"Get out."
A shiver runs down Rachel's spine at how cold Quinn's voice is as she speaks to Finn. Rachel glances over at Finn who slowly stands from where he had fallen and stares at the blonde.
"No."
Quinn's eyes narrow dangerously at him. Rachel gulps and looks over at Finn, silently pleading for him to leave.
"Finn." Rachel says, gesturing to the door.
With a glare to Quinn, Finn relents and leaves, making sure to bash his shoulder against Quinn as he does so.
After the front door closes, the two women stare at each other for what seems like an eternity to Rachel.
Wanting to break some of the tension, Rachel clears her throat and tries a smile.
"Quinn, you're home early." She says, quickly glancing to the clock to see that it's 11:00.
Quinn doesn't answer, instead, Rachel watches as the anger in Quinn's eyes turns into hurt and betrayal.
"How could you?"
It's three words. Three simple words. Three words that shouldn't cause an unnatural amount of anger to boil within Rachel. And yet, they do. Three. Simple. Words.
"How could I?" Rachel asks, her voice full of indignation. "How could you?"
Rachel doesn't give Quinn time to answer.
"How dare you come in here and accuse me of adultery when we all know it's you who has been cheating!" She shrieks.
"What?" Quinn asks. "You're not still on about the Jenny thing are you?"
"Yes, yes I am Quinn as it is so clear to me that you are fucking that whore!" Rachel accuses. "And don't go and deny it, it's so blatantly obvious to everyone!"
Rachel watches as anger boils within Quinn and the blonde raises an eyebrow at her. "I can't believe you would even think that about me!" Quinn shakes her head and releases an unamused laugh. "You have no evidence to go on."
Rachel matches Quinn's laugh and crosses her arms. "Oh don't I? How about the fact you admitted to me you found her attractive? Or all the late nights you have?" She sneers.
Quinn groans in frustration and throws her hands into the air. "Oh my god, we both know you forced that out of me the other day. There was no way you were going to accept the fact that I didn't find her attractive. but guess what sweetheart, I don't. I don't think she's as attractive as you and i hope to god that somewhere inside your neurotic brain of yours you will realise this. As for my work - have you seen the amount of paper work I have? How much of a hard ass Sue is?"
"Oh you must have it really bad Quinn having to come back home to your neurotic wife after spending the day with a supermodel!" Tears brim Rachel's eyes, she's gotten to that level of anger where the emotions are becoming to much for her and all she can do is just cry.
"Really? That's what you take from what I just said?"
"I'm sorry I cant help but notice that my wife thinks I'm neurotic!"
"Well for the past few months you have been! You've been so wrapped up in your thoughts that you refuse to actually see the truth!"
Rachel sniffs harshly. "If we're going to point out each others flaws then I might as well have a go." Quinn simply rolls her eyes.
"You are a cheating liar, Quinn Fabray."
That causes Quinn to explode. "I HAVEN'T CHEATED ON YOU!" She yells, her face turning red from anger.
Rachel jumps slightly at Quinn's outburst. "You're past track record says otherwise." Rachel growls.
It's as if someone has flipped a switch inside of Quinn. As soon as the words left Rachel's mouth, Quinn went from furious to heartbroken in a matter of seconds. Her defensive stance turns to one of dejection and she stares at Rachel with the most broken eyes Rachel has ever seen.
Rachel watches as the tears in her eyes are matched by Quinn, except the blonde is attempting to hold them back. Her eyes follow the silent tears as the slide down Quinn's perfect cheeks and onto the carpet beneath them.
Guilt immediately rushes through Rachel as she watches her wife crumble in front of her. She knows how Quinn feels about her past self, who she was in college and how she regrets everything she did in college. And now, Rachel has just thrown it in her face because of her own insecurity and a stupid, blubbering man.
Quinn nods and begins to walk past Rachel and up the stairs to their bedroom. Rachel immediately follows, gently calling out her wife's name.
Rachel watches from the doorway as Quinn grabs a suitcase and begins to pack.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Rachel asks through a sniffle. It's obvious what Quinn is doing, but Rachel doesn't really want to believe it.
Her wife doesn't answer and instead, continues to pack her clothes away before aggressively closing her suitcase.
"Quinn."
Quinn spins round to face Rachel, her eyes red and her cheeks stained with her tears. Rachel feels her own fall but doesn't care to brush them away, instead, she continues to stare at her broken wife.
"Please move." Quinn says, her voice cracking on the last word.
Rachel shakes her head and refuses to move from the doorway. "Not until you tell me why you're going."
Rachel watches as Quinn takes a shaky breath, bites her lip and looks up at the ceiling. When she looks back at Rachel, the brunette feels her heart break a little bit more at the pleading look the blonde gives her.
"I can't stay in a house with someone who doesn't trust me." Quinn says, her voice breaking again as more tears fall from her eyes.
At her words, Rachel looks down at the floor and bites her lip. She sniffs, a sob escaping her when she feels Quinn brush past her and walk down the hallway. Hearing her descend the stairs, Rachel quickly follows.
"Quinn, please." She pleads, grabbing the blonde's hand before she can open the door. "What about the children?"
Quinn glances past Rachel to the stairs. Rachel doesn't turn around, but instead tries to get Quinn to make eye contact with her.
"We can arrange something." Quinn answers. "Can you let them know that I still love them, please?"
Rachel nods before trying one more tactic to stop Quinn from leaving. Just as Quinn steps out onto the porch, Rachel calls out to her.
"What about me?"
She watches as Quinn sighs and shrugs. "You don't trust me." And with that, Quinn turns around and leaves Rachel standing on the porch.
As soon as Quinn is out of sight, Rachel breaks down and drops down to the floor. Her cries become loud and her breathing becomes difficult as she tries to gather herself together. Her sobs are coming so fast that she barely has time to breathe, her breath become short and hard. She feels her lungs begin to restrict from lack of oxygen, but she's too heartbroken to care and so stays on the porch, sobbing hysterically and hyperventilating.
It feels like hours have passed when Rachel senses someone else's presence with her. She feels strong arms wrap around her body as she continues to wheeze through her sobs, her heart pounding hysterically in her chest. Her sobs begin to calm as she feels herself be pulled into a person's lap and a hand rub soothingly at her back.
She vaguely registers a voice coaxing her to calm down and as she looks up, she finds herself staring into the eyes of Kurt. Another wave of tears escape her and she feels Kurt pull her tight against his body, with him telling her everything is going to be okay.
Rachel truly hopes he's right.
So there you have it guys, the story of how Faberry split up in this universe. i hope you guys found it okay and if you have anger towards some of the choices i made in this chapter, then that's good, because i wanted you to be angry at Rachel.
To explain: this is from Rachel's point of view. As she reflects on this to her children, she doesn't see herself as a saint in the break-up and so the horrible way in which Rachel behaves his how Rachel is looking at herself in hindsight. She sees herself as a villain in this and therefore, that is why she is presented as such (or as an annoying bitch.)
Anyway, this won't be the last chapter - I do have one more chapter written already that will bring the story to present times and i am already starting to plan the epilogue. I'll probably upload the next chapter in like two hours or so.
Thank you for reading
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