Glee: "Home" (11/ ?)
CHAPTER ELEVEN
INTERESTING TURN OF EVENTS
GLEE CHOIR ROOM
Finn stood up quickly from behind the drums as Rachel walked into the room. There was a loud boom echoing throughout his ears. But, he didn't give a damn. He also didn't care that some hard books hitting his chest - creating even louder booms from his waist down. He just had his senses tuned in too Rachel. He felt his mouth grow into a droopy smile.
Rachel's head had turned quickly as the first loud crash of the drums hit her sensitive ears. She was about to tell the idiot to either play in tune - or get the hell away from the drums. But, she found Finn standing with such a goofy smile on his face - and his eyes trained firmly on her. She sighed as she looked once more at the adoring looks that he was giving her. Freely and in the open. Her wish had come true - Finn Hudson had finally come to himself fully and allowed himself to show his true feelings for her in public.
Too bad she has to hurt him. Too bad she has to let him believe her to be a tease - that she only wanted him when he was unavailable; but the moment he was available wam bam - thank you very much she didn't want him. This was unacceptable! She was Rachel Berry after all. She never went through anything half way in her life. She would never willing play anyone like a fiddle. But - she had no choice here. She had to willing destroy a little bit of her integrity to keep her promise to Quinn.
Rachel shakes her head and walks over to the chairs. Sitting down in her usual place in the front role. Her will was strengthened when she spied Quinn chatting it up with Santana, and Brittany three rolls to above her.
Finn managed to walk into the drums a few times in his attempts to get closer to Rachel. He finally found himself in front of her desk. "H-hello Rachel." He grinned down at the brunette.
Rachel lifted her eyes. "Finn." She simply stated.
Kneeling down on his haunches, "Rachel, I would like to take you out tonight. So I was wondering if you would care to partake in a meal with me, and then perhaps a movie -" he snapped his fingers, "Have you ever mini-golfed before?"
"With my fathers." Rachel simply said. "I'm not all that great."
"I can teach you." Finn said with a blush. "Like how I taught you how to bowl. It's the same basic principals after all. With me standing behind you, and helping you with the club - you'll be a pro in no time."
"Finn, I'm sorry, but this isn't what I want anymore. I just want to be your friend. I don't want to be your girlfriend. I don't want too be with you romantically." Rachel said in a low tone.
"You don't mean that Rach." Finn shook his head. His smile lowered to being soft, and sad. "You are just afraid that I'm going to pull another lame ass stunt like all those other times. I admit that I'm a typical lame ass teenage boy, Rachel Berry." He reached over and placed his hand over hers on the desk top. His one hand covered both of her owns. Her chocolate eyes met his. "Please allow me to prove to you, that I'm worth the time that it takes to make me a mature man."
"You can still be a mature man being my friend, Finn. You don't need me to be your lover." Rachel stressed. Rachel's hand tried to pull from underneath Finn's, but he just gripped her tighter.
"Rachel, please give me a chance." Finn begged. He wasn't even aware that he was gripping her hands tightly with his own. "I know that you and I are just meant for one another. You felt this way just weeks before. I-I know that I have lowered myself even much lower in your esteem when I got so angry at Quinn and Puck. But, I'm over that now. I'm just fine being an Uncle to that little girl that was never mine." He leaned farther forward. "Please just give me a chance to prove myself to you, Rach."
"I'm sorry, Finn." Rachel knew she had to be rough with him. "I played you high and fast. The only reason why I wanted you was to steal you from Quinn. Quinn had been cruel too me for our entire lives - and I finally had enough." She swallowed as she stared him straight in the eyes. "I decided to steal her boyfriend from her. What a lark it would be that the loser, man hands, Rachel Berry stole the HBIC's Quinn Fabray's boyfriend. I would have been a legend!"
"Stop lying Rachel!" Finn growled as his other hand touched her right shoulder. "Stop lying."
Rachel's eyes widen. "I'm not lying, Finn." She felt him squeezing her hands and her shoulder tighter. "Y-you are hurting me, Finn." She gasped.
"You are hurting me, Rachel, with your lies." Finn whispered sadly.
"Get-your-hands-off-of-her-now!" Noah said in a deadly soft voice his hand gripping Finn's right shoulder in a death gripe.
Finn's eyes widen as he suddenly saw the pain in Rachel's eyes. He looked at her shoulder where his hand was gripping it, then quickly down at their hands, his one hand was basically crushing hers. "Oh God." He cried as he jerked his hands off of Rachel. "Rachel, I'm so sorry."
"It's quite all right, Finn." Rachel said bring her hands up to her chest protectively. "You didn't realize how firmly you were squeezing them."
Noah had yet to remove his hand from Finn's shoulder. "Noah." He looked into Rachel's chocolate brown eyes and let the other boy go. He backed away so Finn could stand up.
"I'm going to prove my worthiness to you, Rachel. I promise you that." Finn said in a low voice. His chocolate eyes never leaving hers. "I love you, Rachel and that will never ever change." He turned and walked back to the drums. He watched as As Quinn made her way down the steps to take the seat at Rachel's right side. Puck sat down at her left. Both male and female leaned over to console a weaken Rachel. He couldn't hear what was said - but Rachel just shook her head and leaned against Quinn's side.
Quinn wrapped her arms around Rachel's slim waist. Kissing the side of her forehead. "You need to let the guilt go, Rach." She felt Rachel stiffen and then slacken.
"Don't make me." Rachel begged in a whisper.
Quinn just buried her face into the brunette's wavy locks. She breathed in the essence of Rachel's favorite scent. Strawberries and Vanilla. It had become her favorite when she first smelt it on Rachel back when they were babies. Too bad that she never admitted it to anyone or even herself. She had forced herself to hate the smell, and the taste of both senses - because she had to force herself to hate Rachel. All due to her parents hatred for all things that went against their religion.
Quinn knew now that her parents weren't true Christians. How could they be … when they hated human beings. They didn't hate life style choices … no they hated human beings. She wasn't going to be like them - no matter what life threw at her. She would never accept their religion. She knew that even through they may accept her back into their home and lives. She would not accept them back into hers.
"Quinn …." She blinked as she stared into the concern eyes of Mr. Schue.
"Sorry I was lost in my thoughts." She said, Rachel's head was still tucked safely in her neck.
"I noticed." Will said with a small smile. "But, I would like to inform you that the next assignment is any song from Dolly Parton. Groups of three this time around. Quinn and Rachel you are teamed up with Puck."
"Okay." Rachel sighed into her neck.
Quinn leaned down and brushed her lips across the short Diva's forehead. "I think it's time we pay more attention, Rach."
"No need too. The hours up." Will said with a smile. "Now you two get out of here."
PARKING LOT
Quinn's arm was wrapped tightly around Rachel's waist; as Rachel snuggled even closer into her side. "I see that I'm very forgiving for being so bossy lately."
"I like it when you are bossy." Rachel replied. "I hope you don't mind me being so clinging."
"I like you clinging." Quinn murmured. "Have you always been this way?"
"Only with my dads." Rachel sighed, "They were the only ones who ever wanted me near them."
Quinn stopped them walking. Looking down at the top of the brunette's head, "I'm so sorry Rachel."
"It's all in the past. Now I have my dads, you, and Noah. That's all I truly need." Rachel said not looking up. Her eyes straight ahead. "Why is there a crowd surrounding Jesse's Range Rover?"
"Who cares?" Quinn shrugged.
"Quinn!" Rachel's voice rose a hitch.
Quinn breath hitched as she the crowds screams finally hit her full force. "Shit." She breathed. She felt Rachel begin to shake in her arms. "Rachel, I don't think it's best for us to go over there. I mean once the teachers put a stop to the fight then we may be trampled by the crowd."
Rachel jerked away. "Someone is being beaten senseless Quinn, no one there is putting a stop too it. They aren't even attempting to stop the beating. Where are the teachers huh? We have to try to stop this." With that she turned on her heels and started to run.
"Shit!" Quinn shouted as she hurried after the small defenseless Diva. She managed to get to the crowd just as Rachel began to shoving her way between the kids. She almost managed to grasp a hand on Rachel's elbow when two tall and very buff boys moved to the side in their excitement. The sides that Rachel was currently next too. Rachel was crushed between the two boys and when they looked down in their fever induced excitement of the blood bath that was going on in front of them - they caught sight of the loser of McKinley High.
"Get out of the way RuPaul!" The blond kid shouted into Rachel's pained face.
"Hey Paul, I have a grand idea. How about we get this little Diva in the middle of the clearing - that way they will have two Diva's to beat the shit out of." The red head said in anger.
"Good idea." Paul said gripping Rachel's shoulder tightly in his big hands.
"Get-Your-Hands-Off-Of-Her-Now!" Quinn said stepping besides the red head.
"No Fabray!" Paul sneered.
Quinn slowly reached out and placed her hand onto top of Paul's. "I said, get your hands off of her now!"
Paul noticed that they were gathering curious looks now, and some of them were from some that he wanted to impress. But, he knew that he would lose if he continued along these lines. "Fuck you." He jerked his hand from underneath Quinn's.
Quinn moved Rachel behind her, keeping her right arm around the slim waist. She pulled Rachel closer to her as she felt Rachel's arms wrap around her waist. "Red, you better get before my eyes, now. I don't want you any where near Rachel."
"We weren't really going to do anything to RuPaul, Fabray." Red said with a smirk as he walked to stand to the right of Paul. "We were just fooling around."
"You were planning on a senseless beating of a defenseless girl. I don't call that nothing." Quinn said in a dead calm voice. "I'm reporting you two."
"Your word against ours, bitch. No one is going to believe you." Red sneered.
"Boys come to my office now!" Friggins said placing his hands on both of the boys shoulders. "As soon as the fight is broken up - I want the whomever is involved in my office." He said looking at Ms. Pillsbury.
Quinn turned around still keeping Rachel close to her. "Rachel, are you all right?"
"I don't want to be here any longer." Rachel whispered with tears seeping into her shirt. '
"Okay." Quinn whispered. "Come on." She gently led Rachel out of the crowd, and headed towards her car. She felt like she was holding Rachel more then Rachel helping herself walk. She didn't mind - with the rigorous training that she had in the Cheerios - she was more then capable of holding most of Rachel's weight along sides her own.
Rachel leaned weakly against the passenger door. "I'm sorry." She whispered her head down.
Quinn leaned against the car next to her. Taking her right hand in with her own. Bringing up the hand she looked at the long and delicate fingers. "You did nothing wrong, Rachel. They are bullies."
"I should have never gone running head along into a hungry for blood mob. It's just asking for trouble. And trouble sure found me." Rachel breathed in quickly. "I was scared for my life back there."
"I'm scared for your life all the time." Quinn confessed.
Rachel's eyes lifted slowly. "So am I."
"Girls." Emma said walking up. "I just need to make sure Rachel is all right."
"Yes Ms. Pillsbury." Rachel said turning her eyes onto the red head school counselor. "I hope you don't mind. But, I wish not to discuss the situation with you. Nothing against you. But, a high school counselor isn't the person I need right now."
"How about a friend." Emma said.
Rachel looked into the older woman's eyes. "I would like that."
"No offensives Ms. Pillsbury, but I think it's best for Rachel if she goes home now. This place isn't good for her our me right now." Quinn broke in before any long discussion could take place. She liked Emma Pillsbury and all - but Rachel had been put through the ringer, and she looked like she was ready to break. She didn't want the rest of the school to gawk at Rachel. Rachel didn't need anymore gossip about her to be floating around the school.
"Of course." Emma said understanding. "Oh and girls, outside of school, you may call me Emma."
"Thanks." The girls said as Emma turned and walked away.
"Time to go." Quinn said in a firm voice as she stepped away from the car. Rachel silently nodded. She moved aside so Quinn could open the door for her. "Hey there pretty girl." Rachel remained rooted to her spot. Quinn's right hand rose and lightly brushed aside Rachel's hair from her face. Her finger lightly tracing her cheek. "Talk to me."
"I'm just so sick and tired of being so weak." Rachel whispered. She got into the car and shut the door. Quinn watched as Rachel bucketed her seat beat - and turn her face forward. She walked to the drivers side and got in. "You aren't weak Rachel."
Rachel turned her head to the window. Quinn sighed and started the car and left the parking lot.
RACHEL'S HOUSE: LIVING ROOM
"Come on in Noah. The girls are in the living room watching a movie." Kristopher said leading the Jewish boy down the hall towards where his daughter and Quinn had camped out since arriving home from school.
"Thanks Kris." Noah said as he followed the African American man into the living room. "I thought you would like to know that VA beat the shit out of St. James."
"How is Jesse?" Rachel asked turning her shocked face over to where Noah was standing next to her dad.
"Who cares." Noah shrugged as he made his way to sit on the chair.
"Noah!" Rachel exclaimed.
"I'm with Puck." Quinn truthfully said. Rachel swung angry eyes onto her. "But, no one deserves to be ganged beaten." She turned to Puck, "How is St. James? How bad hurt is he?"
"Okay getting away from the fact that I truly hate the bastard and don't trust him as far as I throw a truck. I do feel bad for my fellow human being." Noah sighed. "He got sent to the ER and I'm just waiting for the news."
"What aren't you telling us, Noah?" Rachel eyed him critically.
"He looked well bad." Noah truthfully replied. "I'll be surprised if he'll show up in school for at least a week."
"I need to go see him." Rachel sat up from where she had been leaning against Quinn's chest. "I need to make sure that he's all right. Well as right as he can be after getting the -"
"You aren't going anywhere near St. James, Rachel, no way, no how." Quinn said gripping the shorter girl's right forearm. Rachel was a quarter off the couch bent over. Quinn placed her hand on Rachel's waist and forced her back down next to her. "Rachel, stay home."
Rachel twisted away from Quinn, "I can't believe you."
"Rachel, as your father, I am ordering you not to go near that boy." Kristopher said in a low voice. "Don't blame Quinn. She's just protecting you after all."
Rachel's fists clenched at her sides, "I don't need or want protecting from this."
"Too bad." Quinn's chin jetted out. "You aren't going."
"You aren't my mother." Rachel seethed.
"I'm not trying to be." Quinn said in soothing voice as she carefully moved closer to the brunette. "I'm all ready going to be the biological mother to this little girl inside me." Her right hand stroked her womb. Her left hand brushed Rachel's hair from her eyes, "I am just trying to be your friend. I'm trying to prove to you that I do care for you, and that I'll protect you from every thing that is bad in life."
Rachel sighed deep and long. She willed her temper to go back to that place that needed to be locked away forever. Closing her eyes to distance herself from the heartfelt crushing hazel eyes. She used the breathing techniques that her therapist had taught her back when she first went to him. She was six.
Rachel felt her hand lifted, and placed against a round stomach. She felt Quinn's baby girl kick. Her baby girl was kicking softly to sooth her. She fell even more deeply in love with the baby girl in that moment then ever before. "You'll make an amazing mother, Quinn." She breathed with her eyes still closed. "This little girl is one lucky little lady to have you as her mother."
"I'm not keeping her." Quinn softly but firmly stated.
Rachel's eyes slowly blinked open. She stared into the hazel eyes that were filled uncertainly, confusion, loss and fear. "You aren't alone, Quinn. Your daughter isn't alone. You two have Noah, my fathers and me. That is if you'll have m-me."
"I'll always have you." Quinn whispered. "Always and forever."
END CHAPTER ELEVEN
