Title: Barely Breathing
Pairings: Faberrittana.
Summary: When they were still children, it used to be Q, R, S and B. But now that they are in high school, they are known as The Unholy Trinity and Rachel Berry. Rachel, feeling abandoned by her best friends, tried to move on with a positive outlook. The Unholy Trinity, fed up with the guilt and the ache of missing Rachel, finally decided to mend their broken friendship with the girl. Separated by their differences, will they be able to get back how they used to be? What if the Unholy Trinity wanted more than just friendship from Rachel?
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine.
Important Note: Just so everybody knows, Unholy Trinity is NOT part of Glee. Yet. For the sake of this fic, let's create three imaginary girls who took their slots in the club. ;)
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Chapter 3 – Continuation…
"What the hell is your problem?!" Finn yelled as he pushed Puck on the chest.
"Dude! What are you talking about?!" Puck screamed back as he mirrored Finn's action and shoved him back.
"You know what! You've been up my ass all practice!"
Puck scrunched his face in disgust. "Sorry bro. I don't swing that way."
There were laughter on the field but it was cut short when Finn threw a punch on Puck's direction. The Mohawk boy stumbled in surprise, but recovered quickly and countered Finn with a punch of his own before tackling the tall boy to the ground. He straddled Finn's waist, throwing multiple punches on the quarterback. He successfully hit him three times before he was dragged away by his teammates.
"That's enough!" Coach Bieste's voice echoed in the field. "Hudson! Puckerman! Meet me in my office after shower." With that, Coach walked away followed by the football players.
After the meeting with Coach Bieste, Puck and Finn met with Sam at the parking lot, exchanging glares as they neared the blonde. The three stood in silence as they waited for their girlfriends.
Puck took a glance at the tall boy and smirked at his handiwork. "That's what you get for fucking with the Puckasaurus."
"I don't even know what you're talking about, man!"
"Stay away from Rachel dude! I'm warning you." Puck said firmly, pointing his index finger at Finn's chest. "Do I need to remind you how she kicked your ass during freshman year?"
Finn was silent for a while before his expression changed in to anger. "Why are you even defending her all of a sudden? You guys are not even friends!"
"I don't need to explain myself to you! Just stay the fuck away from her!"
"Hey guys! Chill!" Sam said as he stood in the middle of the two raging boys.
"Oh I see now," Finn scoffed, not backing down. "Is she one of your conquests now too? One of your whores? Was she better than Santana? Was she that good in bed tha-"
Finn was cut off with a fist connecting on his face. Again. Puck hit him so hard that he fell to the ground.
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"What is going on here?" Quinn, followed by Brittany and Santana, demanded as they ran towards the school parking lot where Sam was holding a very furious Puck, and Finn lying on the ground, clutching his already badly bruised face.
"Fuck you Hudson! Fuck you! Don't you dare talk about Rachel like that! You don't know a fuck about her you fucking asshole!" Puck screamed in anger, completely ignoring the presence of the three Cheerios as he struggled against Sam's grip but the blonde only tightened his hold more.
Quinn assisted Finn in getting up. Santana and Brittany went to Puck to assist Sam calm the rampant boy down. However, the three girls stiffened at the mention of the diva's name.
"Hold up. You're fighting over Berry?" Santana asked with an unreadable expression on her face. But it went unnoticed by the boys.
"Yeah! Puck went defensive of her all of a sudden." Finn said, waving his arms frantically.
"He called Rachel a whore!" Puck defended.
"She is! She's nothing but a whoring dyke wh-"
Finn was interrupted by growl and once again found himself on the ground, Puck hovering above him. He shot his arms up, trying to protect his face from the incoming punch, but all Puck did was grab a fistful of his front shirt.
"Take it back you bastard!" Puck exclaimed angrily as he violently shook Finn.
"Puck! Get off him!" Quinn called out as she tried to grab Puck by the shoulder. Sam was beside her in a second, helping the blonde Cheerio tore the Mohawk away from Finn. He was followed by Santana and then Brittany. All of them struggled to keep Puck from accidentally killing the quarterback.
"Damn it Puckerman! Get a hold of yourself!"
"Come on man! Let him go!"
"Puck you're hurting him!"
"Noah! What are you doing?!"
Everybody stopped their movements when they heard a familiar voice that didn't belong to any of them. They looked up and saw the starlet standing in front of them.
"Rach?"
"Noah, unhand him this instant!"
To everyone's surprise, Puck released Finn without hesitation. He stood up quickly and strode towards Rachel.
"I don't believe you. The scene you caused at the football field wasn't enough, was it? What is wrong with you? Are you planning to get expelled by fighting in school grounds twice in one day? Not even an hour had passed, Noah! And it's just the second day of school!"
Instead of feeling sorry, Puck grimaced at the purple mark on Rachel's face. He glared at Finn who was now standing up. "Dude, look what you did to her!" He was about to attack Finn again but was firmly held by Rachel.
"Noah."
Puck looked at Rachel over his shoulder. She was giving him the look that he couldn't go against. They looked at each other for a moment, sending silent messages with their eyes. He took a deep breath and tilted his head down in resignation. Without saying a word, he walked towards his truck, glaring at Finn as he passed by the group. He opened the door of his vehicle, but before climbing in, he glanced at Rachel. "Put ice on that." With that, he drove off.
Everyone was silent for a moment, confused at the exchange that happened between the two Jews.
Rachel took a glance at the group standing not too far away from her. She didn't even hide the smirk that formed on her lips when she saw Finn's appearance. Puck surely gave justice to what the quarterback did to her. The pain on her cheek, though not originally from the football, was completely worth it.
"What are you looking at?" Finn scowled, but his injury only made his face look funny.
Rachel snorted, covering her mouth with her hand to keep herself from laughing out loud. She took a deep breath to calm herself. She stood straight, squared her shoulders, and flashed them her megawatt smile.
"You know what, Finn? If Puck can get to do that to you every time you throw a ball at me, I will willingly take the hit each time."
"Whatever."
Rachel only shook her head, her smile never fading and turned her heels, walking at the opposite direction of the group. She stopped after a few steps and looked over her shoulder. "By the way Finn, the next time I hear you calling me whore or any terms similar to that, it'll be me straddling you on the ground."
This time Rachel turned fully, making eye contact with the football player, her voice turning serious. "And believe me, you DON'T want that. You still remember what happened freshman year, right?"
Finn visibly cringed and took a small step back. Satisfied with the reaction she got, Rachel began to leave.
But being the idiot he was, Finn didn't back down just yet and called to Rachel's retreating back. "Yeah. And I'd say you got lucky."
Hearing that, Rachel stopped on her tracks, turned very slowly and narrowed her eyes at the tall boy. With few quick steps, she surprised the group when she ended up standing just a foot away from Finn.
Finn was taken aback at the sudden lack of distance between him and the diva. But sensing that the group was looking at them, he feigned a scowl, trying to be intimidating but failed miserably.
Quinn rolled her eyes and mentally facepalmed herself for her boyfriend's ridiculous attempt of fake bravery. Even someone miles away from them could see he'd rather be anywhere but here and his façade was slowly deflating at Rachel's unusual menacing stare.
Oh God...he was an embarrassment to her HBIC image. Even Brittany could pull off a scarier look than him.
From the corner of her eyes, she could see Santana wearing her trademark smirk, her eyes sparkling with mirth. Trust the Latina to find this kind of interaction entertaining. Brittany simply tilter her head on the side, one eyebrow raised and looking at Finn and Rachel in curiosity. But if you would look closer, there was also a soft glow in her blue eyes, denoting her excitement on the current situation.
Yep. Those two would always find it pleasurable to watch Finn make a fool of himself without anyone's help.
Rachel, on the other hand, was having an internal dilemma herself. When she decided to close the distance between her and Finn, she wasn't really thinking. She acted on impulse because, yeah. She thought it would be funny to see Finn cower away like that. And she would have laughed on his face if only she wasn't so distracted at the sweet scent that was currently invading her senses.
Due to a temporary relapse of judgment, it had somehow slipped her mind that Finn was being surrounded by Unholy Trinity, who she was sure, had just gotten out of the shower. And their sickeningly sweet scent was kind of turning her brain in to mush, preventing her from showing off her cool side.
What was she supposed to do there again?
Oh yeah. Show Finn how awesome she was.
Mentally chastising herself, she focused her attention to the boy in front. Because, really. There was no way she would humiliate herself in front of this giant idiot.
With that in mind, she decided to approach the situation on a different route and put her game back on.
Rachel took another small step closer to the quarter back, her hands clasped on her back. She smiled sweetly, looked at him through her eyelashes and shifted from foot to foot.
"Would you like to find out how lucky I can get, Hudson?" Rachel asked, her voice sounding sweet and innocent, but her eyes were showing something else in them.
But of course, Finn was oblivious. He squint his eyes and looked at Rachel dumbly, confused at the sudden change of her approach.
Rachel shook her head and tilted her head down. When she looked up, the innocence was gone and was now replaced with a smug look. "On the second thought, I don't think your face can handle another black eye."
Santana snorted, Brittany covered her mouth to stifle a giggle and Quinn simply raised an eyebrow, her lips twisting up a little.
The diva didn't miss any of those reactions despite maintaining eye contact with the quarterback, and her smirk grew bigger. "I suppose we're going to have to postpone this," she said gesturing her index finger between her and Finn. "Whatever it is that you want to prove."
"You're the one who wants to prove something!"
Oh God. He just can't take a hint, can he?
Rachel's brow quirked. "Oh is that so? Who was it that just randomly threw a football on my face?" She pointed at her bruised face. "I don't usually hold grudges to other people or voiced out my hatred since that's not how I was raised by my fathers, but you," Rachel poked on Finn's chest with her index finger, "Finn Hudson, deserve whatever Puck did to you because you have been nothing but a jerk to me!"
With that, Rachel turned on her heels and walked away on her infamous diva storm out passion.
"Bitch." Finn mumbled under his breath. "Ow!"
He held the back of his head, where three hands made contact with it. "What was that for?"
He was met with silence as the three Cheerios walked towards Quinn's car, a silver Audi A7.
"Not cool man. I think you just pissed them off. Brittany didn't even kiss me goodbye." Sam whined.
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Rachel slumped at the bench near the parking lot, resting her head on the backrest. She just received a text from her Daddy. There was another emergency so he won't be able to pick her up at all.
Bummer.
She momentarily closed her eyes, meaning to rest her body before she engaged herself on another long walk home. The events of the day were really exhausting. She was late for school, the awkward lunch with the trio, got slushied twice, getting hit with a football, keeping Puck from killing Finn (hesitantly), resisted on kicking Finn's ass (that took a lot of work), purposely ignoring the looks of concern from the girls when Puck emphasized her bruised cheek.
Just replaying everything in her mind was draining her remaining energy.
And her cheek was still sore. Her other injuries were beginning to hurt as well. She hadn't taken any medication the whole day. Oh, and she was hungry too.
God…this day couldn't get any worse.
"Hey dyke!"
Oh my God! What is this? Piss-Rachel-off day? For a loser, she sure was not invisible.
And for some reason, she seemed to be attracting all the wrong people.
Rachel didn't have the energy to look up so she kept her eyes closed. Suddenly, she heard screeching tires, a loud honking then a car door closing. She fluttered her eyes open and stood straight when she heard a familiar voice.
"Hey Karofsky! Shouldn't you be somewhere else? Get the hell outta my face! You guys make me sick!"
Rachel stared at the fiery Latina as she shooed Karofsky and Azimio away, who scattered in fear to be somewhere else. Her shoulders tensed when her eyes met with the brunette Cheerio, but relaxed when she noticed the absence of ferocity in it.
"Hobbit."
"Santana."
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"Finnessa is such a douchebag. Remind me again why you're still with that fetus face?"
"Prom," Quinn deadpanned as she climbed in to the driver's seat.
Santana rolled her eyes, getting in the car as well, situating herself on the passenger seat while Brittany took the back seat.
"It has got to suck to be you right now."
"Thank you, Santana. I really needed to hear that," Quinn said sarcastically as she started the engine.
"Anytime, Q."
"Guys, will you stop bickering please?"
The two Cheerios kept quiet and glanced at their third member, silently apologizing to the tall blonde.
"San, remind me to thank Puck tomorrow. If you and Q didn't hold me back, I would crush Finn's face myself the moment that ball made contact with Rae's skin."
Santana only nodded while Quinn busied herself getting the car out of the parking space.
The two Cheerios recognized that tone. It was the I'm-so-pissed-off-right-now tone and anyone who knew Brittany so well would back off. When her face turned calm, her voice quiet and serious and begin to talk like an adult, it was a sign. Brittany wasn't playing around anymore and it's best to get out of the way.
The blue eyed Cheerio rarely showed it, and so far, only Santana, Quinn and Rachel had seen it with the exception of her family. She had always been cheerful and very patient. Not even people calling her dumb upset her anymore.
Because she knew that she was far from being a dumb blonde. If only they knew who Brittany Pierce really was.
"I wanted to punch him myself when he called Rachel a whore. Seriously. Why did you stop me, San? We should have let Puck strangle him."
"B, you don't want Puck to rot in jail, right? No matter how much of an ass Tubs is, he is just not worth the trouble. And he is not worth getting kicked out of Cheerios despite the fact that you'd probably be doing everyone a favor by kicking his ass."
"Besides, it was Rachel who stopped Puck." Quinn added. "Effortlessly by the way."
"Well, they've always had each other's back since we were little."
"Oh I remember. You have always been jealous about it, S."
"Like you weren't, Q," Santana playfully countered as the three of them shared the smiles that were only reserved to each other, even to a certain diva.
"Look, its Rachel," Quinn informed her other two companions after a pause, pointing at the direction of the parking lot.
"Yeah. And that's David and Azimio walking towards her," Santana stated in a bored tone. "Those guys just can't give Berry a break."
"San."
"Yeah, yeah. I got this, B."
Quinn stepped on the breaks and honked to get the two boys' attention. Santana climbed out of the passenger's seat, switching to her bitch mode and approached the dumbfounded football players with ferocity.
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"What are you still doing here, Berry?"
Rachel shrugged. "I thought I could rest for a while before going home."
Santana arched her brow. "There's no Glee today. Shouldn't you be home by now?"
"Yeah. But Daddy said he's going to be late picking me up so I waited for him. Then he called a while ago telling me that he couldn't make it because there was an emergency so I have to walk home."
The taller brunette was silent for a moment as if debating internally with herself, and then looked around the parking lot before returning her eyes to the small brunette. "We can give you a ride."
Rachel's eyebrow went up to her hairline in surprise. She tilted her body sideways to steal a glance at the car behind the Latina which she recognized as Quinn's.
Sweet ride.
She was yet to experience riding Quinn's car. From what she heard, the Head Cheerio got it on her 16th birthday. She remembered going to the house of the Fabray's that day to give Quinn her present. She was surprised when she saw a lot of cars parked outside the mansion, and music coming from inside the house. She realized that they were having a party, a party that the blonde seemed to have forgotten to invite her to.
Rachel shook her head. She was already having too much that day. She didn't need a trip back to memory lane.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Rachel blinked and her eyes went wide when Santana leaned down, meeting the girl's unusually soft gaze. Their faces were only a few inches apart. She could feel the intensity from the Latina's eyes, causing her cheeks to burn.
"I-I'm fine."
Santana was silent for a moment, before standing on her full height. Rachel released the breath she didn't realize she was holding.
"Come on. Let's go."
Rachel was lost. Go where?
"We're giving you a ride." Santana said as if reading her mind, then began to walk towards the waiting car. She half turned to Rachel who was yet to move from her sitting position. "And I'm not taking no for an answer."
With that, Santana strode to the car, claiming her seat beside Quinn.
Rachel followed reluctantly, clenching her fist tightly as she reached out for the door. She jumped in surprise when it suddenly opened, revealing a beaming Brittany. Her lips quirked a little with the sight. The blonde's contagious cheerfulness was getting the best of her and she relaxed a little as she went in the car.
Just a little.
"Hi Rachel!" The cheery blonde greeted her.
"Hello Brittany. How are you today?" Rachel greeted then gave Quinn a quick nod and a timid smile.
"I'm great!" Brittany squealed. "Quinn gave Daphne and Jessica extra laps during practice."
Rachel allowed herself a real smile, amused that the girl beside her was practically bouncing on her seat. She squinch her brows together when she heard what the tall blonde said. "Who?"
"The freshmen."
Rachel pursed her lips and looked up the car's ceiling, trying to remember if she was supposed to know those Cheerios. But her head snapped back to the tall Cheerio when she heard her giggle.
"What so funny?"
"You have your thinking face on." Brittany said with an amused smile.
There goes the thinking face again.
The small brunette scoffed, crossed her arms and stuck out her bottom lip. "I do not have a thinking face."
Her reaction earned a delightful laugh from the tall blonde. She could see Quinn having a cheeky grin from the corner of her eyes. And from the side mirror, she noticed the Latina smirking.
And her heart went wild on her chest.
She swore. One of these days, these girls were going to give her a heart attack.
"Anyway, Daphne and Jessica were the freshmen from lunch today."
Rachel was silent for a moment then there was click on her head. "Oh. Them."
Wow. Her brain probably flew out of her head when the football hit her. It seemed to not be functioning so well.
Maybe because she was just tired? Yeah. That's probably it.
She was certain it wasn't because of the three gorgeous girls sitting in the car with her right now. And these said girls weren't causing her to feel claustrophobic and conscious all of a sudden.
Rachel dared a quick glance around the car. At every corner her eyes zeroed on, she was met with different pairs of eyes. A blue on her side, a green on the rear view mirror and a brown on the side mirror. She could feel all her blood rose up to her face and she unconsciously played with the hem of her sweater.
'I think my heart just burst out of my chest and jumped out the window.'
"That looks really nasty."
Rachel jumped in surprised and snapped her head on the girl beside her. She wasn't really sure what the tall blonde just said but she was looking at her. So she's probably talking to her, right?
"I didn't know Finn could throw that hard."
Oh! Her bruise.
Rachel unconsciously raised a hand on the side of her face, and then she realized what Brittany said. She scoffed and crossed her arms, her attitude coming back with the mention of the golden boy's name. "As if."
"Yeah? Is that why almost half of your face had just turned purple? Or you just overdid your makeup that there was nothing left for the other side of your cheek?"
Rachel scrunched her face and looked at Santana who was now looking at her from the front seat. "Who uses purple blush on?"
"You, apparently. Unless that bruise tells another story." Santana paused for a moment, looked up in thought then fixed her eyes to the small girl at the back.
Rachel backed slightly; surprised at the intense gaze the brunette Cheerio was giving her. It was as if she was studying Rachel's face. She shifted from her seat when Santana's last statement hit her. And now she was receiving that look. She could see the gears turning in the Latina's head.
"Umm..."
"You know come to think of it, even a football can't do that much damage."
"O-oh...well..."
Rachel swallowed the lump on her throat. She was never good at lying and Santana scrutinizing her didn't help relax her pounding heart. Her eyes landed on the rear view mirror and regretted it when she noticed Quinn giving her the same look, her green eyes moving back and forth from the road to her. She didn't have to look at her left side to know that Brittany was staring at her as well.
Why does it feel so hot in here all of a sudden?
Rachel cleared her throat. "I'm really sensitive. I bruise easily." The diva smiled, mentally patting her back for not stuttering.
"But I don't remember you being that way."
Damn!
"You were so active when we were little and you tend to move so much you hurt yourself all the time, bumping to a lot of things," Brittany continued, pursing her lips in thought.
"And you don't bruise that much." Quinn added.
"And not so easily." Santana supported.
Rachel was flabbergasted. Were they ganging up on her?
Oh yeah. They all grew up together. Of course they know her well.
"I...fell off the bed this morning." Rachel congratulated herself for thinking so quickly. "I was running late and I was in a hurry to get out of bed. The covers got tangled around my legs and I fell and I hit the floor really hard." Rachel finished her lie of the century, nodding her head as if trying to convince herself as well.
"You know how clumsy I can get." Rachel chuckled nervously.
"No you're not. I'm the clumsy one." Brittany countered, her frown deepening.
Fuck.
It's been two years and these three girls could still see through her. How was that fair?
"I wasn't? I mean...I wasn't then. I am now. Like, really clumsy."
Rachel kept it at that. She didn't mean to make it sound like she was giving it a double meaning. But from the faces of the occupants of that car, they seemed to have caught it.
There was a long moment of silence before Santana's voice broke it.
"You know, you were never a good liar, Rae."
How could that one short sentence made Rachel want to burst out in tears? Seriously. She never thought she could hear Santana talk to her that way ever again. So much sincerity in it.
Rachel took a deep breath and stared out the window. "I know."
Again, the car was engulfed in complete silence. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
That knife came in the form of the song "I Wanna Sex You Up."
It wasn't until the first lyrics of the song was heard that Rachel realized that it was her phone ringing. She literally facepalmed herself.
"Fuck!"
The unusual use of bad language from Rachel's lips didn't go unnoticed by the trio. Santana and Quinn arched an eyebrow while Brittany frowned.
Rachel fumbled on the contents of her bag to find her phone.
"Noah! You imbecile!" Rachel exclaimed, actually stomping her foot on the car floor. I mean, really. When did he get to have access to her phone?
The two girls at the front shared a look when they heard who Rachel's caller was, while Brittany narrowed her eyes.
"What are you doing in my house? How did you get in?" Rachel asked as her body straightened.
"I'm on my way..."
"No they won't be home until later..."
"What?!"
"Are you in my room?"
"Get out of my room you interloper! Right now!"
Rachel pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried not to clam herself. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Noah Puckerman. I will be home in less than five minutes. And when I get home, you better make sure I do NOT see you in my room. Especially NOT on my bed you numbskull! Or better yet, I don't even want to see you anywhere near our house! You got that?"
Rachel ended the call, threw her phone in her bag and rubbed her temples. Only Noah could make her feel so loved in one moment and then annoy the hell out of her on another in just a span of hours.
But then again, it was a welcomed distraction because the tension in the car was suffocating her.
"Puck is in your house?"
"What is he doing there?"
"How did he get in?"
Rachel snapped her head to the girls as they bombarded her with questions.
"You let Puckerman in your room? And on your bed?"
The last question from the Latina hung in the air. The awkward silence was back.
"Umm...Puck knows where we hide the spare key. He said he was worried about me so he just let himself in. He thought I was already home. He went to my room to check on me," Rachel answered, struggling how to answer the question as to not aggravate the Latina. She knew how possessive she could be of Puck and from the annoyed tone in her voice, she was pretty sure the brunette Cheerio was jealous.
"He's always been in and out of the house since…ever." Rachel shrugged.
"Is there something going on between you and Puck? Because from what I saw today, he seemed to be really very protective of you. He practically beat the shit out of his own best friend."
"Santana." Brittany chastised the other Cheerio.
"It's alright, Britt," Rachel said, holding up a hand. Thank God she's almost home. Things seemed to get more and more uncomfortable between the four of them.
"Santana, you know it's impossible for me to have feelings for Noah. You know why. And I am certain I am also speaking on his behalf. Can't someone be protective of me because we're friends? Does it always have to mean something?" Rachel paused for a moment to gather her thoughts.
"I respect what you and Noah has, Santana. If you believe otherwise, then you think so less of me. Noah is like a brother to me. He always has been and he will always be."
The car finally halted at front of the Berry residence. And as promised, Puck's truck was gone.
Rachel couldn't wait to get out of the car. She opened the door but before going out, she stopped herself, her face looking torn while chewing on her bottom lip. She then glanced up at the trio who were now avoiding her gaze.
"You know? If I wasn't gay, maybe I would have been with Noah. At least he isn't embarrassed to show he cares. Thank you for the ride."
With that, Rachel climbed out of the car without looking back.
"Possessive much?"
"Shut up, Q."
"I think the better question is, of who?"
Santana didn't answer Brittany's question but she looked out the window and saw Rachel went inside the house.
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Author's Note:
Yay! Puck kicked Finn's ass. :D Can you just feel the tension in that car?
So…what do you think of this chapter? This went longer than I expected. I've been meaning to upload this since yesterday but we had network issues so I wasn't able to go online for the last 36 hours. Blame the technicians for not fixing our problems sooner. :p
I'm currently working on the next chapter. This one might take some time. I have a job interview today and if I get it, well, updates might come a little slower. So I'm gonna have to apologize in advance. Yeah? :)
Again, THANK YOU to all of you for the support. I've read all the reviews and know that I'm considering all of your ideas. Thanks again! :D
I would have given you guys a better reply but I'm a little jittery for my interview later. Sorry. I'll make it up to you next time.
Next chapter will revolve around the Unholy Trinity and bits of their past with Rachel.