[Backdated Thread] I turn my back for one minute...
Who: Finn and Rachel
When: Wednesday, 3 November, 2018
Where: Phone Call
What: What are you doing, Rachel? With Quinn?
She wasn't answering his calls. It had been a long couple of weeks, and he just wanted an answer, but he had gotten steadily angrier the longer he couldn't get a hold of her. At first he thought, okay, she didn't get his message, but it had been 3 weeks now. 3 weeks!
Even he knew that wasn't a coincidence.
Why hadn't Rachel said anything?
What was Rachel thinking?
Finn had let himself digest the knowledge that yes, Quinn had broken up with Mike, and yes, she had gone and fallen in love with Rachel, of all people, but it was still a weird kind of dream. How could it be real? How could Quinn and Rachel have fallen in love and why hadn't he noticed it happening?
He stared at the phone in his hand for another minute, debating calling her for the 5th time. Maybe this time she would finally pick up. His hand clenched around the phone before he picked it up decisively and spoke, his voice hard. "Call Rachel," he said to his phone, and watched as it scrolled through the options and began dialing. He took a breath, trying to calm down, and put the phone to his ear.
When: Wednesday, 3 November, 2018
Where: Phone Call
What: What are you doing, Rachel? With Quinn?
She wasn't answering his calls. It had been a long couple of weeks, and he just wanted an answer, but he had gotten steadily angrier the longer he couldn't get a hold of her. At first he thought, okay, she didn't get his message, but it had been 3 weeks now. 3 weeks!
Even he knew that wasn't a coincidence.
Why hadn't Rachel said anything?
What was Rachel thinking?
Finn had let himself digest the knowledge that yes, Quinn had broken up with Mike, and yes, she had gone and fallen in love with Rachel, of all people, but it was still a weird kind of dream. How could it be real? How could Quinn and Rachel have fallen in love and why hadn't he noticed it happening?
He stared at the phone in his hand for another minute, debating calling her for the 5th time. Maybe this time she would finally pick up. His hand clenched around the phone before he picked it up decisively and spoke, his voice hard. "Call Rachel," he said to his phone, and watched as it scrolled through the options and began dialing. He took a breath, trying to calm down, and put the phone to his ear.