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Chapter 18

The bell rang signaling the end of school and Rachel grabbed her bag quickly to get ahead of the bustling crowd. She made her way to her locker and was surprised when she didn't see Blaine standing there. Shrugging, Rachel gathered the books she needed that night and her Cheerio's bag. Figuring he was behind the school for a smoke, Rachel went against the hallway traffic and exited through the back door of the building.

For a moment, Rachel thought she was seeing things but reality smacked her in the face. She rushed over to the bike that was lying completely smashed on the ground. Droplets of what she recognized as blood were strewn around it and Rachel's heart grew heavy.

"Nice bike," Rachel snapped her head up when she heard laughter and recognized two football players standing a few feet away. "Looks like your boyfriend won't be able to lend you a ride to school anymore," One of them, a guy named Josh Conley, said.

"Yeah, how about I lend you one in the morning –" Ryan Chambers nudged Josh next to him. "And in the afternoon you give me a ride,"

"Shut it, Chambers!" Rachel snapped, trying to cover her worry with hostility. "Where the fuck is Finn?"

"Whoa, untwist your panties Berry," Ryan said. "He's probably out on the field for practice."

Rachel began her stride in that direction before he could even finish the sentence.

"We're headed that way, would you like an escort? We can make a pit-stop under the bleachers before."

"Fuck off, Josh," Rachel called back, not thinking twice about it before she broke into a run when she saw Finn tossing a football with Puck. Of course he didn't see her coming, but Puck did. "Whoa, what the hell's going on Berry? You –"

Rachel didn't let him finish because she charged at Finn and shoved him hard in the chest, though he barely budged. "What did you do!" She screamed, not caring who noticed. "What the fuck did you do to him?"

"Calm down Rachel, I don't know – " Finn tried to tell her.

"THE FUCK YOU DON'T!" She cried. "Where is he? I swear to God Finn, tell me where he is or I'll kick you so hard in the balls they'll fall off!"

"I don't know where he is!" Finn shouted back. "The last time I saw him was on the ground under his bike."

Rachel's jaw dropped. "You're a fucking asshole Finn Hudson! That thing weighs more than the half the football team, if it had fallen on his head he could've died!"

"If he was dead, he'd still be there," Finn rolled his eyes. "Relax."

"I'm not going to relax!" Rachel tried shoving him again, but it didn't work so she just kept shoving until Finn finally had to take her wrists and pull them away. "Listen, I told him to stay away from you and he wouldn't listen. He deserved it!"

"No he didn't!" Rachel cried, trying to pull away but Finn wouldn't let her. "And you don't deserve the right to tell anyone who is interested in me not to be. You threw that right away when you broke up with me."

"Because you threw everything away when you fucked Puckerman!"

"UGH! Let go of me!" Rachel screamed, tearing herself from him and keeping her distance. "And stop making this about him!" She turned to point at Noah who was watching the whole scene. "Because it isn't! Since you don't seem to have a problem hanging out with him, this is about you wanting me for yourself without even having me. I won't let you pull me around on strings like a puppet Finn! I am not your girl anymore, I am Blaine's whether you like it or not, you are going to have to deal with the fact that I am dating someone who you consider "lower" than you, when really he is absolutely perfect and genuine towards me, like you never were."

"Rachel…"

"No!" She turned to face Puck who had spoken. "I don't know whether to hate you or thank you for opening your mouth Noah, but you have about the same amount of say in my romantic life as Finn does. Now tell me where Blaine is." Neither of them responded. "Then I'm done with you." Rachel turned back to Finn. "Both of you. And don't even think about talking to me again Hudson. You're dead to me." She said, before turning and stalking away.

"Dude what the fuck did you do?" Puck asked, taking a step toward Finn.

"Nothing," Finn answered, shoving the football into his friend's chest. "The little asshole deserved what came to him."

Puck shook his head, but took the ball anyways and they both returned to practicing while Rachel sprinted to her car. Tossing her stuff into the front seat, she started the engine and peeled out of the parking lot, no doubt leaving marks from her tires behind her. She was going about 15 miles over the speed limit, but she didn't care – she needed to get to Blaine's house as soon as she could. The phone was pressed to her ear as she sped through lights and took dangerously fast turns. It rang in her ear multiple times, but Blaine never picked up.

"Fuck!" Rachel swore, tossing her phone to the ground. His phone wasn't dead; it had ringed, so why wasn't he answering. The worst situations ran through her head as she pulled into his driveway.

Rachel nearly tripped trying to make her way to his front door. Surprised it was locked, (though thankful because she might've broken her nose) Rachel burst into Blaine's home. However, he wasn't there. "Damn it!" She muttered under her breath, spinning on the spot as if she might've missed him. Noticing a shirt on his bed, Rachel crossed over to it. It was a simple red tee, but she couldn't remember if he had been wearing it earlier that morning when he had showed up at her locker. Raising it to her face, Rachel smelled the faint hint of smoke and she dropped the shirt. If he had been wearing it that day, the scent would've been stronger. Blaine hadn't come home. So where was he?

"Think Rachel," She told herself. If he wasn't here, where else could her be. Her mind wandered to the bar, Louis's, but couldn't find any reason for him to go there, especially if he was as beat up as she thought he was. If Finn didn't know where he was, who would?

That's when it came to her. Leaving, Rachel walked back to her car and threw open her passenger side door to dig her phone out. She unlocked it and dialed another number, hoping to get someone on the other side of the phone this time.

"Hello?"

"Kurt!" Rachel exclaimed, relieved.

"Rachel! Where the hell are you? Practice starts in ten minutes, I thought we were meeting at the Lima Bean?"

"I know," Rachel said, before continuing to explain what had happened.

"Well, did you find him?"

"No, but I was hoping you would be able to." Rachel said, and when Kurt agreed she continued. "I need you to find Fabray. She would be the only other person in town to know where he is. He doesn't have anyone else besides me. He might be at Louis's, but I doubt it. I'll check anyway, but in the mean time can you help me?"

"You got it sister," Kurt said, and Rachel's tension seemed to decrease slightly. "Hummel, over and out, bitch,"

Rachel smiled and hung up before getting back in her car. She tried dialing Blaine again when she was on the road, but it kept going to voicemail so she finally decided to leave a message. "Hey babe," She said when the machine beeped. "Listen, I found your bike out back after school today, and I'm really worried about you. I'm not mad that you fought with Finn, he's a prick and I almost decked him myself when I couldn't find you, but I just want to make sure you're okay. You weren't at home, and I'm on my way to Louis's right now but I don't think you're there either. Where are you..." Rachel bit her lip. "Call me back soon Blaine, and I'll come over." The words I love you almost slipped off her tongue, but she caught herself at the last moment. "Bye,"

It was almost five by the time Rachel pulled into the parking lot of the bar, and it was still light outside, but that didn't affect the number of people who were there. She was about to get out of her car when he phone rang. Desperately she grabbed for it, but was disappointed when Kurt's face showed up on Caller I.D. "Hey, what do you got for me?"

"So Pinky isn't as easy to find as I thought," Kurt exhaled. "I even tried following the trail of smoke from under the bleachers, but you do not want to know where that led me, I'm telling you kids in Lima are –"

"Kurt…"

"Sorry. I couldn't find her," Rachel deflated, and Kurt must've sensed it. "But, I did find something. After talking to Tina who talked to Santana for over 10 minutes because Sand-Boobs likes playing hard-to-tell as well as hard-to-get, though she's really pretty easy to get, the Latina told Cohen-Chang that Blondie-Brittany knew some skanks because she thought they were lost children that needed help –"

"KURT!"

"I got Fabray's phone number, I sent it to you just now" Kurt finally said. "That's the best I could do, sorry Munchkin."

"That's good enough," Rachel said, smiling softly. "Thanks Kurt, I'll let you know what happens."

"Love you too Boo-Berry," He replied before hanging up.

As soon as he did, Rachel opened the text message from Kurt with Quinn's number in it and dialed it. With every vibration of the ring, Rachel's stomach churned… She hated Quinn and hated that she had to call her. She hated that Quinn might be the only one who knew where Blaine was and hated the fact that Quinn could very easily hang up on her and not tell her anything. But none of that happened, because the call went to voicemail, but Rachel was not about to leave a message. She tried a couple more times, but again she got nothing so she stopped trying. Rachel had called enough times that Quinn would notice and have to call back.

Until then, Rachel was going to walk into the bar. Despite the daylight outside, inside of Louis's it was dark. Heads turned immediately when she walked through the door, but she ignored the leers and headed straight for the bartender.

"Sorry little lady, I don't serve anyone under 21," He said, cleaning a glass, before leaning in closer. "Come back after 10 o'clock for a drink."

Rachel shook her head, "I'm not here for a drink,"

"Then what the hell are you doing here?" The bartender asked. "You better leave, because I can't control what my costumers do when intoxicated young lady. I wouldn't want to see you get hurt. Get in your car and go home.

"Please," She said. "I'm looking for someone." Her eyes wandered around the bar, past the man sitting at the bar, but she couldn't find Blaine amongst the crowd. "His name is Anderson. Blaine Anderson. Is he here, has he come by at all today?"

The bartender tensed. "I don't know anyone by that name." He told her as he moved down the bar and away from her. Rachel followed, accidentally bumping a man sitting at the bar. She mumbled a sorry before turning back to the bartender. "You're lying."

"I can't help you," The bartender shrugged, putting glasses away until he disappeared into the back storage room.

"Ugh," Rachel slumped against the bar, exhausted.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" Rachel raised her head slowly to look at the man who was talking to her. It was the one she'd bumped into moments ago. He had dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, along with a slight grin that reminded her of Blaine's half-grin. "Don't listen to Ben, he serves teenage girls, he just doesn't like to in the daytime. I could buy you one if you'd like."

"No thanks," Rachel smiled politely, leaning onto the bar. "I'm actually just looking for my boyfriend, he usually hangs out here."

"Well I feel foolish," The man chuckled, looking down into his glass. "Sorry, I don't usually offer to buy drinks for taken girls."

"You didn't know," Rachel shrugged, looking back at him. He was definitely older than 21, but not by much.

"I'm not sure if I can be much help in your search," He shrugged, setting his glass down. "I'm just passing through the town, and decided to stop in here."

Rachel nodded, "He wouldn't be hard to miss. He's got curly dark black hair and green eyes, with piercings in his ear and one in his eyebrow… he's usually playing pool when he's hanging out here…" She turned to the back corner of the bar where the pool tables where, hoping Blaine would be standing there, smirking at the fact she had completely missed him – but he wasn't.

"Sorry," The man said, and Rachel turned back to see him shaking his head. "Haven't seen him, but I'm not leaving yet so if he comes around, who should I tell him is looking for him?"

"Oh, Rachel," She smiled. "His names Blaine Anderson, if he happens to sweep through here and you can tell him Rachel is looking for him."

"Will do," The man smiled.

Rachel smiled back and was in the process of saying thank you, when her cell phone buzzed. Pulling it out, she saw Quinn's name on the caller I.D. "I've got to take this," She said, looking back at the man. "Thank you so much though,"

"Not a problem," He said, still smiling. "I hope you find him!"

"Thank you!" She called over her shoulder as she walked away. When she was outside of the bar, she answered Quinn's call. "Quinn," Rachel said.

"Yeah, obviously you know who I am since you called me over 5 times, now who is this?" The girl on the other end snapped.

"It's Rachel," Rachel snapped back, having forgotten for a moment that she did not like the girl who was on the other side of her phone.

"Berry…" The amusement in Quinn's voice practically seeped through the phone and Rachel wanted to choke on it. "Is the world ending? Is that why you're calling? How thoughtful for you to warn me,"

"Shut up, Quinn, that's not why I'm calling,"

"Then I'm hanging up on you,"

"NO!" Rachel cried, and she could hear Quinn laughing on the other end. "I'm trying to find Blaine. He wasn't on campus when school let out, he wasn't at home, and I'm out Louis's right now but he isn't here."

"Anderson's hiding from you is he?"

"I'm serious Quinn!"

"Me too," Quinn told her. "Maybe now that Blaine got what he wanted he decided to ditch. Didn't wait for you after school like he has and hasn't shown up at the places he knew you'd be looking for him at."

"What are you talking about?" Rachel scoffed.

"Well, I mean now that you've spread your legs for him." Quinn told her like it was obvious. "I'm a bit surprised too, usually as soon as he blows his load, he's out of there but there must've been something about you that made him stick around for a bit… What's so special about you Berry? Got some sick kink that turned him on?" Rachel's jaw grew slack, "Probably not since he's grown bored of you by now."

"You're just being a bitch Quinn," Rachel swallowed. "Like I would believe you."

"Fine, but I was the one who was there when we made the bet, not you. If you don't believe me, ask him yourself." Tears began to form in Rachel's eyes, and she bit her lip so no sound would escape. She wasn't about to give Quinn that satisfaction. She was just grateful the pink-haired bitch couldn't see her. "Face it Berry." Quinn sneered in her ear. "All you're ever going to amount to is a cumslut… that's all Puck wanted you for, Finn dumped your ass cause you wouldn't put out, and now that you have for Blaine, well he doesn't need you anymore. And too think, you could've avoided all of this if you hadn't had spread your legs for Puckerman."

Rachel squeezed her eyes, but she couldn't hold back the sob that escaped her.

Quinn scoffed. "Bye Berry," then she hung up.