Nothing Can Change This Love - Part II
pairing: rachel/omc
rating: eventual NC-17
disclaimer: I own nothing relating to Glee. I can claim the OMC but if it saves me being sued, you can have him
summary: Maybe hitting bottom is just what they needed to see that they have had all they needed the entire time.
warning: occasional skipping though storyline.
She knew the other passengers were looking at her strangely but she just couldn’t bring herself to care. She couldn’t bring herself to even lift her head. No, Josh’s chest was a perfectly acceptable resting place.
Josh wasn’t sure what he should be feeling. He was upset that yet again, he had been cheated on, but like Anna’s, Quinn’s betrayal didn’t sting as much as he thought it would have. It was almost a relief, like an enormous weight had been lifted.
The ride to the lobby seemed to take forever as the elevator stopped at every other floor to pick up more passengers. As more people piled on Josh pulled the two of them into one of the corners, holding Rachel close to him. Her head was tucked under his chin and he took a moment to rest his head atop hers while they waited for their turn to exit.
He didn’t know what he was going to do, but his desire to protect Rachel was his top priority. He needed to get her a room to rest while he chartered his father’s plane back to New York, and it couldn’t be in this hotel. There were too many bad memories surrounding them for her to even begin to get the rest he knew she needed.
Josh made sure she was keeping up with his long strides before he reached for his phone. He quickly sent his driver a message to pick them up outside before booking the nicest room the Bellagio had to offer. They didn’t need the amenities, but he wanted to make sure she had space if she needed it.
The car was already waiting as they made their way outside, the hot July air almost suffocating compared to the cool hotel lobby. Rachel got in first before Josh slid in next to her, everything feeling detached and dreamlike as they pulled into the congested traffic of Las Vegas Boulevard.
Throngs of people were braving the heat of the desert air as they made their way down the sidewalks of the strip. Instead of staring at Rachel, checking on her for the millionth time since she had bolted from their room, he opted to people watch. Everyone seemed so happy and relaxed as the famous street illuminated in the dimming evening light, a bachelorette party cheering loudly as they crossed the street toward Planet Hollywood.
How he wished this situation could be different. That Rachel could be sitting next to him by choice, not because he was the easiest option to get home and away from the mess her life had become. This trip wasn’t supposed to go like this. It was supposed to be an easy wedding, a work trip with a mini-vacation. He hadn’t planned on it ending with a teary-eyed Rachel resting in the back of his rented town car as he fought to get their plane ready for a departure four days earlier than expected.
Rachel still hadn’t said a word as they pulled up to the hotel. She seemed calm as he held out his hand to help her out of the car. Her palm felt cool against his, as she stood, not dropping his hand even after she had safely exited the car. He felt her fingers intertwine through his as she looked at him, awaiting his next move with a small smile.
Heart pounding, he lead them into the busy hotel, grinning as she looked at the elaborately decorated ceiling in awe. He could see her out of the corner of his eye as he checked in, seeming to examine each glass flower.
“That’s by an artist named Dale Chihuly.” Josh said quietly, as he finished checking in and started toward the elevators. “My parents are huge fans of his work.”
They were alone as they boarded, Rachel still studying the glass flowers as the door closed. She still hadn’t let go of his hand, a fact he was trying to not shout for joy over as they made their way up to the suite. If she wanted to hold his hand, he certainly wasn’t going to do anything to stop her.
Rachel sat on the sofa, watching as Josh excused himself and walked into the bathroom, his phone pressed to his ear. She could hear him trying in earnest to get them out of Las Vegas, thinking he needed the privacy out of fear of upsetting her. She wasn’t upset. In fact, she felt nothing but touched at his concern.
She stood, walking to the huge window that overlooked the famous Bellagio fountains, the arcs of water dancing on the pool below her. She could barely make out the sounds of Clare De Lune playing to the perfectly choreographed display. It was peaceful, the water making all her upset from earlier in the day wash away. She could see why the fountains brought traffic on the sidewalk to a halt every day. It was truly a beautiful sight, something she knew she would never forget.
Rachel was still staring when Josh left the bathroom, pushing the end button on his iPhone with a relieved sigh. It had taken a lot of work but he had finally managed to get their plan in motion and it would only take a few hours until they would be ready to take off.
Josh watched her from his spot at the end of the bed with a smile, her childlike wonder at the sights of Vegas nightlife charming him. He often forgot how little of the world she had experienced, and he vowed to show her one day if she would let him. As well traveled as he was, nothing could beat seeing it all through her eyes, experiencing all the sites anew with her.
She came and sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. They stayed like that, watching the lights of the strip glittering below until it was time to leave. It was the best money he had ever spent.
-.-.-.-
By the time they boarded the plane it was nearing midnight. They settled into their seats, both of them so exhausted they could barely keep their eyes open. As they reached their desired altitude they settled onto the sofa, Rachel laying her head on his lap and falling asleep within seconds.
Josh's mind raced with all the things he still needed to do. There were so many people to call, arrangements for Maddy to be made. It seemed with every passing second, yet another thing was another thing to add to the list. If he let himself he could get lost in the preparations the entire flight back to JFK. It was tempting, to use his need for order to escape the chaos of the last few hours but looking down at Rachel was enough to sober him. The last thing she needed was for her sleep to be disturbed.
Tucking his phone back in his pocket, he flicked the overhead light off and burrowed down next to Rachel to catch a few minutes of sleep.
PART THREE
rating: eventual NC-17
disclaimer: I own nothing relating to Glee. I can claim the OMC but if it saves me being sued, you can have him
summary: Maybe hitting bottom is just what they needed to see that they have had all they needed the entire time.
warning: occasional skipping though storyline.
She knew the other passengers were looking at her strangely but she just couldn’t bring herself to care. She couldn’t bring herself to even lift her head. No, Josh’s chest was a perfectly acceptable resting place.
Josh wasn’t sure what he should be feeling. He was upset that yet again, he had been cheated on, but like Anna’s, Quinn’s betrayal didn’t sting as much as he thought it would have. It was almost a relief, like an enormous weight had been lifted.
The ride to the lobby seemed to take forever as the elevator stopped at every other floor to pick up more passengers. As more people piled on Josh pulled the two of them into one of the corners, holding Rachel close to him. Her head was tucked under his chin and he took a moment to rest his head atop hers while they waited for their turn to exit.
He didn’t know what he was going to do, but his desire to protect Rachel was his top priority. He needed to get her a room to rest while he chartered his father’s plane back to New York, and it couldn’t be in this hotel. There were too many bad memories surrounding them for her to even begin to get the rest he knew she needed.
Josh made sure she was keeping up with his long strides before he reached for his phone. He quickly sent his driver a message to pick them up outside before booking the nicest room the Bellagio had to offer. They didn’t need the amenities, but he wanted to make sure she had space if she needed it.
The car was already waiting as they made their way outside, the hot July air almost suffocating compared to the cool hotel lobby. Rachel got in first before Josh slid in next to her, everything feeling detached and dreamlike as they pulled into the congested traffic of Las Vegas Boulevard.
Throngs of people were braving the heat of the desert air as they made their way down the sidewalks of the strip. Instead of staring at Rachel, checking on her for the millionth time since she had bolted from their room, he opted to people watch. Everyone seemed so happy and relaxed as the famous street illuminated in the dimming evening light, a bachelorette party cheering loudly as they crossed the street toward Planet Hollywood.
How he wished this situation could be different. That Rachel could be sitting next to him by choice, not because he was the easiest option to get home and away from the mess her life had become. This trip wasn’t supposed to go like this. It was supposed to be an easy wedding, a work trip with a mini-vacation. He hadn’t planned on it ending with a teary-eyed Rachel resting in the back of his rented town car as he fought to get their plane ready for a departure four days earlier than expected.
Rachel still hadn’t said a word as they pulled up to the hotel. She seemed calm as he held out his hand to help her out of the car. Her palm felt cool against his, as she stood, not dropping his hand even after she had safely exited the car. He felt her fingers intertwine through his as she looked at him, awaiting his next move with a small smile.
Heart pounding, he lead them into the busy hotel, grinning as she looked at the elaborately decorated ceiling in awe. He could see her out of the corner of his eye as he checked in, seeming to examine each glass flower.
“That’s by an artist named Dale Chihuly.” Josh said quietly, as he finished checking in and started toward the elevators. “My parents are huge fans of his work.”
They were alone as they boarded, Rachel still studying the glass flowers as the door closed. She still hadn’t let go of his hand, a fact he was trying to not shout for joy over as they made their way up to the suite. If she wanted to hold his hand, he certainly wasn’t going to do anything to stop her.
Rachel sat on the sofa, watching as Josh excused himself and walked into the bathroom, his phone pressed to his ear. She could hear him trying in earnest to get them out of Las Vegas, thinking he needed the privacy out of fear of upsetting her. She wasn’t upset. In fact, she felt nothing but touched at his concern.
She stood, walking to the huge window that overlooked the famous Bellagio fountains, the arcs of water dancing on the pool below her. She could barely make out the sounds of Clare De Lune playing to the perfectly choreographed display. It was peaceful, the water making all her upset from earlier in the day wash away. She could see why the fountains brought traffic on the sidewalk to a halt every day. It was truly a beautiful sight, something she knew she would never forget.
Rachel was still staring when Josh left the bathroom, pushing the end button on his iPhone with a relieved sigh. It had taken a lot of work but he had finally managed to get their plan in motion and it would only take a few hours until they would be ready to take off.
Josh watched her from his spot at the end of the bed with a smile, her childlike wonder at the sights of Vegas nightlife charming him. He often forgot how little of the world she had experienced, and he vowed to show her one day if she would let him. As well traveled as he was, nothing could beat seeing it all through her eyes, experiencing all the sites anew with her.
She came and sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. They stayed like that, watching the lights of the strip glittering below until it was time to leave. It was the best money he had ever spent.
-.-.-.-
By the time they boarded the plane it was nearing midnight. They settled into their seats, both of them so exhausted they could barely keep their eyes open. As they reached their desired altitude they settled onto the sofa, Rachel laying her head on his lap and falling asleep within seconds.
Josh's mind raced with all the things he still needed to do. There were so many people to call, arrangements for Maddy to be made. It seemed with every passing second, yet another thing was another thing to add to the list. If he let himself he could get lost in the preparations the entire flight back to JFK. It was tempting, to use his need for order to escape the chaos of the last few hours but looking down at Rachel was enough to sober him. The last thing she needed was for her sleep to be disturbed.
Tucking his phone back in his pocket, he flicked the overhead light off and burrowed down next to Rachel to catch a few minutes of sleep.
PART THREE