Let the light guide you trough
AU Finchel. She heard it like they all had. They boys were coming home, within the next few hours she'd be able to hold Finn again. Or so she thought. After a mission goes terribly wrong, Rachel is left wondering if she'll ever see him again. And then the she sees the white car approaching. Her heart shattering into a million pieces.
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Chapter 4:
Cory had never seen his mother so messed up. She barely made it out of bed and when she did, she didn't even pay attention to whatever it was she was doing. And it killed him.
It killed him that his sister looked for him to give her answers and he didn't have any.
"Are you sure you want to go to school?" Haley asked parking the car far to the side of the lot. Two days have passed since that call, and still nothing but uncertainty surrounds them.
"I have to go back someday." He sighed. "It's fine Hale."
"If you say so." He swung his bag over his shoulder with a weary mood. He knew people would ask and tell.
And this wasn't what he had expected. He had a heart condition and not once in his life had he resorted to violence, he wasn't like that, but a busted lip and limping in his leg told him otherwise.
"Cory. I understand you are going through some hard time right now, believe me, but I can't condone this sort of behavior."
And just like that he found himself In front of his mom and grandparents, ready to scram. His mom had cleaned herself up but she remained with a grim look on her face.
"Since this is his first offense, I won't suspend him, but detention for two weeks will be required."
"Thank you Mr. Lewis, I promise you this won't happen again." Rachel spoke slowly. She eyed Cory and the two of them along with Carole and Chris said goodbye. They walked to the car in silence. Until they reached Finn's truck, Rachel was still set to be inside it since the news of Finn's disappearance.
"Would you guys mind if I ride with Cory?" Rachel smiled up at Chris and Carole. The two of them didn't say much but understood she needed to spend some time with her son.
"Of course. We'll see you at home." Carole said sweetly kissing Cory's cheek.
Silence. He hated silence; having spent too much time at a hospital silence was never a good thing.
"Mom..."
"Drive." She spoke sternly. And he did. He could see his mom was trying to find a way to scold him.
"Are we going home?" The teen asked.
"No, we are going to Central Park." As soon as they got there, Rachel found a bench which Cory followed to reluctantly.
"Mom...,"
"I want you to listen to me." She said quietly. Cory bit his lip. "I know you are upset, believe me I can't even begin to tell you how I feel Cory, but you know better, I don't need anyone else at the hospital or in precarious situations, I don't need any of it, neither of us do."
"He just got on my nerves; I tried to brush it off but..."
"But you had to get into a fight?"
"I didn't mean it."
"Of course you did, you're grieving Cory, that's the way you reacted, it might not be right but it's human like." Cory gave her a crooked smile and she felt like she'd been kicked.
"Mom?" Rachel had began to feel her eyes water. Cory took her hand and squeezed.
"It's all his fault." She muttered. Cory wondered if she was still talking to him. "Him and his need to prove something..." Cory held her as she finally let out all her emotions.
"What are we going to do?" Cory asked his mother. Rachel looked at her sweet boy.
"Whatever we have to,"
"Do you know anything?" Santana asked Quinn. She waved her head.
"No, all I know it's they are bringing the remains back... Of the people who..."
"You don't think Hudson..."
"I don't know Santana.. God I don't. I can't even imagine how Rachel is feeling..."
"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Santana said much to her surprise as Rachel and Cory walked in the waiting area.
"Quinn. I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier... How is Noah?"
Quinn smiled softly. " I can't believe you're even here..."
"Why wouldn't I be?" Rachel asked, her voice quivering.
"It's just..."
"Are you sure you want to be here?" Santana asked pulling Rachel aside after she hugged Quinn.
"What else I am meant to do Santana? I am alone and at home, everything just reminds me of Finn... I need to do something."
"What on earth happened to you?" Quinn asked as she noticed Cory's injuries.
"I..."
"Way to go Huddy, did you finally grow up?"
"Santana! Don't encourage him!" Rachel snapped. "Come on, I need to find a doctor, he might need some stitches." Rachel dragged Cory along. Santana and Quinn in tow.
"Do you think she's coping?" Quinn asked.
"I don't know what the hell she's doing but it can't be good." She muttered back.
"Ah good, just in time for dinner." Carole said as soon as Rachel and Cory walked inside the house.
"So it's true! You got into a fight?" Matt mused in disbelief. "Awesome!"
"No, it's not awesome!" Rachel said tiredly. "Just asked him how many stitches he needed?"
"A lot?"
"It might leave a scar." Cory smiled softly as his brothers disregard of Rachel's comment.
"Just like dads, they are your battle scars Cor," Matt added in. Rachel felt light headed.
"The babies are already sleeping honey." Carole told Rachel as she moved back into her room.
"Where's grandpa?" Cory asked.
"He took your brother and sister to pick up some food from the restaurant. You guys barely have food to cook for too many people."
Rachel had arrived late that day; she hated the proceedings for getting the rights to a new play even though they needed to be done. She noticed the slight smell of food coming from the kitchen.
Finn was standing over the stove, pasta brewing.
"Oh hi babe. I wondered where you were." He said with a wide smile.
"What smells so good?" She asks kissing him softly.
"The kids were craving Mac and cheese but I thought I'd spice it up a bit." Finn said.
"Mommy!" 3 year old Hannah came bouncing up and down.
"Hey baby, did you help daddy make dinner?"
"I did... Ice cream!" Rachel frowned.
"She means she picked up desert." Finn said.
"Oh, well what's better than ice cream, right?"
"It was a great dinner babe." Rachel said as she leaned her head into his chest. "I must say you are becoming quite gifted." Finn laughed.
"Yeah, I figured I might learn something from helping dad run the restaurant." She kissed her cheek. "Though ice cream was the best part wasn't it?"
"The best."
"What are you saying?" Rachel asked. Chris and Carole just informed her of their desire of wanting her and he kids to move in with them.
"it's just temporary." Chris said calmly. "Until we know what's next."
"What do you mean? They are going to find Finn, I know they are."
"Honey...We have people who can help you with the kids... You don't have to go trough it alone.."
"No! They will find him! He has to come home..."
"Rachel... Listen to me, it's been over two days...at this rate..."
"Shut up!" She never thought she'd snap at Finn's parents. "Don't... It's your son! How can you just say there's nothing to be done?!"
"There is..." Rachel could see the sadness and tears in Carole's eyes. "You have to let us help you honey."
"Help me how? By taking me away from my home? By giving up?"
"Rachel..."
"Leave." She spoke coldly. "Please leave." Chris and Carole lowered their heads. She couldn't believe his parents of all people were telling her it was all over.
"Mommy?"
"We heard shouting, is everything okay?" Jack asked. Her children stared at her tiredly and with fear.
"I..."
"When is daddy coming home?"
"You know what? I don't know baby, but I'm sure he's just about to find his way back." Rachel picked her daughter up. "Why don't we just find a late night snack so we aren't as sad huh?"
Shortly after she found herself with five of her seven children, all of them eating cookies and milk in her bed.
"Mommy?" Hannah asked sweetly. "Is New York hard to find?"
"It's not that hard no,"
"Oh then, daddy will find it right?"
"He will." She said with a weary smile. "He's always come back to us."
"Chris?" Carole felt the emptiness of the bed as a cold wave hit her body. Her husband stood by the kitchen table, his body was leaned down and frozen. "What's wrong?" Her husband looked at her with weary eyes.
"I..."
"Chris, is this about Finn?"
"They, they found a body. Without tags but, they are not sure..."
"Oh God..."
"I need to go and ID it..."
"What about Rachel?" Carole asked leaning closer to her husband.
"I'm not getting her involved, not until I know for sure."
Uh oh! Have they found Finn? And more flashbacks to come! Thanks for reading!