Here's the next chapter. Just as sad as the last one. WHY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF?!
The plane took off. I got a window seat, with Kurt by my side ans Santana in the aisle seat. She only complained once.
"Why do I get the aisle seat?"
Nobody said anything. We all stayed quiet because we all knew. Kurt needed to be in the middle so if we needed a shoulder to cry on, he'd be there. I need a window seat because I can't trust myself right now and I might have not put on my belt. Kurt is taking this better than Santana and I. When he needs a shoulder to cry on, I'll be there.
I looked outside of the window and watched as we passed the clouds. I can't help but think that Finn is up here somewhere. I started crying. Kurt said nothing and wrapped his arms around me. I'm so thankful for him. He rested his head on mine. A few minutes later, I heard a sniffle. I looked up and I saw Kurt crying. I moved his arms from around me and I put mine around him. Santana turned and hugged Kurt, too. We stayed like this until the flight attendant told us to put on our seat belts. We're finally here.
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Burt and Carole greeted us at the airport. When I say "greeted", I mean that Carole and I ran to each other and cried like there was no tomorrow. Kurt and Burt hugged. Santana tried to maintain the 'Bad-ass' persona and stood there, waiting for us to stop crying. After a minutes, (I don't know. I lost track.) Carole and I gave each other sad smiles.
"I'm so happy you're here."
"Me, too."
Carole turned and hugged Santana. Santana didn't pull away. Why would she? She was just as vulnerable as the rest off us. Burt took mine and Santana's bags. "Let's go." Was all he said. We walked out and drove home. Home. It doesn't feel like home without Finn. It can never be home without him. Everything'll be different.
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Back at McKinley. I can see him walking down the hallways. Kurt and Santana are at Carole's house. They're getting settled in Kurt's old room. I think it's because they just didn't want to come. I really could use someone right now. Mr. Shue.
I manage to make it to the choir-room without collapsing on the floor and crying. Mr. Shue's there. He smiles at me like nothing happened. It angers me a bit. I feel like slapping at grin right off his face. He should be crying. Hell! Santana did!
"Why are you smiling? Nothing good has happened."
His smile fades. There. I can see it clearly now. He hasn't slept, it's noticeable by the bags under his eyes. It has taken a toll on him. He's hurting as much as anybody else. Why isn't he showing it?
"I know, Rachel. I just thought..."
He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to, I knew what he wanted to say. 'I just thought you needed some support'. I don't need any support, I don't want to be treated like a baby. Carole needed the support. Her only son is... I don't even want to finish my sentence.
I move towards Shue and hug him. I start crying even more. I can't help it. He holds me and I'm grateful for him. "Shh Rachel. We'll find a way through this. We can't be sad forever." He said as he stroked my hair. I didn't want to believe that. I couldn't. I don't think it's possible, not without Finn.
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