Lament for a Daemon's Soul [Chapter Twelve]
Title: Lament for a Daemon’s Soul
Author: Sio
Rating: At least R for violence.
Length: 24998 / ?
Spoilers: This is AU, but Season 1 spoilers are possible starting with chapter 6.
Summary: Rachel is a member of an immortal altered race of humans that call themselves the Vanpyr and live in secret alongside normal humans. Murdered years earlier, her outrage over her death gave her the strength of will to step Beyond the Veil and join the ranks of the altered humans known as the Vanpyr as a daemon. Since then she has been hiding the truth of her existence and fighting to control the Beast within her. So far so good, until she enrolls as a student at William McKinley High in Lima, Ohio as the daughter of her “two gay dads”.
Note: This is a loose fusion with an original universe.
For a prompt (found here) at rq_meme.
*****
A\N: Some dialogue taken from S1 E4 Preggers. I’m betting ya’ll are starting to scene a theme here.
Chapter Twelve
She sat in her car staring at the pale brown doors as if they held the secrets of the heavens. She felt numb, like she’d never felt anything before in her short life and never would again. Once she walked through those doors she’d have to accept whatever answers she was given and she didn’t know if she was ready to deal with that.
The clinic was in the next town over, she’d driven a good forty-five minutes to get there, not wanting to risk running into anyone who might recognize her in Lima. Just looking up the directions had made her heart race painfully fast and her eyes cloud with tears. She didn’t want to have to do this, didn’t want to hide. But mostly she didn’t want to be pregnant.
She hoped so much that the first test had been a false positive. She’d heard they happened. That had to be what it was. Just a mistake. If it was a mistake everything else could be explained. She was under a lot of stress lately. Things like being tired all the time or feeling sick, they just made sense when you were under as much stress as she was, right?
She swallowed harshly against the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. She was only sixteen. She wasn’t supposed to be dealing with things like this. She was supposed to be married and happy before she had to even think about maternity clothes and midnight cravings. She was supposed to have her perfect guy with her, holding her hand and calming her down when she freaked out.
She took a deep breath, wiped the tears from her eyes with a tissue and pushed the door open, stepping out. The air felt impossibly clear as she breathed in again, gathering her courage for the walk across the nearly empty parking lot. Suddenly, she felt that she understood what prisoners on death row felt while making that final walk to the execution chamber as she slowly made her way across the broken asphalt.
The doors swung shut behind her with a soft click. A poignant reminder of the day that had started her life rapidly spinning out of control. Nothing ever went as she’d planned.
This was no exception.
*****
The next few days were a special kind of hell.
Everyday she raced home at lunch to intercept the mail before her mom could get it. Luckily, she’d been able to pay the bill for the test at the clinic, but they’d insisted on mailing the results to her home instead of agreeing to call her on her cellphone like she’d asked. Like she’d practically begged them to do.
She couldn’t let her parents find out. They were very devout Christians, even if they did frequently over-indulge in alcohol, and she’d been witness to their, especially her father’s, views on such things as teen pregnancy and unwed mothers. She’d heard her father tearing into the poor women on the news, lambasting for their choices, verbally tearing them apart in the sanctity of his home where they couldn’t defend themselves. All the while never a sour word for the men undoubtebly equally responsible for the situation.
It was how her father was. He was very fixed in his ways, very traditional. A girl was to be the pride of her father’s eye, always composed, always perfect, until an upstanding young man swept her away to a new home, a new life and the joys of wife and motherhood.
She’d always known that no matter what she’d wanted to do with her life, if her father had his way she’d be married soon after high school and providing him with grandchildren, preferably boys, and a strapping young son-in-law. She’d be allowed to attend college if that was what she wanted, but he’d have the final say on which one she’d be allowed to attend and she’d never be able to do anything with any degree she might achieve. She’d be far to busy with her new family to have time for such frivolous as a career or a life outside of her home. Just like her mother.
It was why she’d worked so hard. Why she’d struggled and maintained a perfect 4.0 average. Why she’d pushed herself into the captaincy of the Cheerios. Because she wanted a way out that he couldn’t control. She needed the scholarships perfect grades and cheerleading had the potential to give her. She needed those doors to be open when the time came. She needed to be able to escape Lima and her father.
She could never be her mother. Never hide herself in the soothing burn of daily gin and tonics, drinking until the pain of burying herself in the smothering grasp of a domineering man blurred into comfortable oblivion. Never twist at her child’s affections, trying to desperately to mold them into a miniature copy of their parents just to make her husband happy. Never give in to everything the man demanded just to keep the peace, even if it meant leaving her children behind.
That was why her hands shook when she opened the mailbox. That was why her breathe caught in her throat, hitching on her heart where it lodged as it surged from its normal place in her chest when she saw the plain business sized envelope with her name printed in neat black type sitting on top of a catalogue from Fingerhut. That was why she felt the brief surge of panic as she fumbled it from its place and into her bag before climbing back into her car and driving off.
She had to know. But she didn’t want it to be true. It couldn’t be true.
If it was true, she’d never escape.
*****
She drove to the park.
She wasn’t really sure why she did and she found herself idly wondering about it as she sat on the black rubber seat of one of the swings. Her bare thighs suck slightly to the rubber, surprisingly a bit warm from the mid-fall sun. The envelope hung limply from her grasp, hazel eyes fixed unwavering on the plain paper but not seeing it as she lightly kicked at the woodchips on the ground, setting the swing to gently rock.
She didn’t know how long she sat there, lost in her thoughts, putting off the moment that would change everything. The sky was clear, barely any clouds marking the bright blue, and the ones that were there were the gentle fluffy kind, like something in a children’s cartoon. The sun was gentle on her shoulders. The breeze rustling through the red, orange and yellow leaves on the trees sending the few leaves it’d plucked from their places to dance about her legs.
It was a beautiful day, not too hot, not too cold. Perfect. It shouldn’t be. She wanted it to be dark. She wanted rain to crash down from the skies. Heavy, ominous clouds to cluster above her and slash the skies with lightening, crash the silence with thunder. She didn’t want to hear birds singing, children playing. It shouldn’t be beautiful when everything was crashing down around her.
Finally, with trembling fingers she twisted the corner of the envelope, fumbling for a moment before she could get a finger under the flap, jerking upwards with awkward movements to tear it open. The stiff edge of the letter inside cut her finger, making her hiss at the sting. For a moment she just sat there, staring in shocked disbelief at the blood welling up on her finger tip before popping it in her mouth. Finally something felt right, getting a paper cut from something that wanted to destroy her felt right to the turmoil rocking her. It felt right that it should make her bleed, a outward manifestation of the way her future was bleeding away before her eyes.
The few of sheets of paper the envelope contained seemed far heavier than they should be, even though the breeze gusting through the park caught the edges and made them ripple and curl in her grasp. Much of what was in it incomprehensible to her and she started to realize why the receptionist at the clinic had urged her to return for the results, to let a doctor explain them. But she hadn’t thought she’d be able to walk through those doors again, hear them close behind her with that soft finality again, so she’d insisted on having them be mailed to her.
It was confusing, listing all of the different chemicals found in her blood in their various amounts. Her roving gaze caught a mention that she was clear of STDs and she felt a hysterical laugh bubble up through her lips at the strange relief she felt that she hadn’t gotten slapped with anything really permanent. But then the most important line seemed to jump out at her, almost as if it was impatient with how long it was taking her to get to it.
The papers fell from her nerveless hands, fluttering to the ground only to be lifted by the curious breeze and sent tumbling away in a cheerful scatter across the grass. Her eyes never lifted from where the papers had been, her mouth working slowly, words forming but no breath gave them life. Her shoulders slowly fell from the straight, confident pose she’d always carried herself in, her head slowly falling to her hands, the tears suddenly ripping themselves from her body pooling in her palms and trickling down her arms. The chains of the swing rattled as her thin body shook.
She was right. She’d never escape. The letter had changed everything.
Everything.
*****
She stood at her open locker, trying to breath through the sudden panic attack that’d struck moment before at the thought of telling Finn. Calming herself, she reached in for the folder and notebook she needed for her next class. She knew she couldn’t avoid him forever, and it was Finn, he’d stand by her. She knew he would. He was a big, dopey idiot of a boyfriend, but he was loyal like a puppy and dumb enough to believe anything.
It was just going to be so hard.
“Quinn!”
She turned away. She wasn’t ready to deal with him yet. Wasn’t ready for anything.
“Quinn,” she tried to hurry off, to get away before he could stop her, but she knew she couldn’t run forever, “hey, what’s with the silent treatment?”
He caught up to her by the trophy case. “Whatever I did,” his face was falling as he looked at her and it just hurt to know she was going to lie to him, “I’m sorry.”
She knew he didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve to have to deal with her, but she needed him. She just needed someone to be there for her. Needed it so much that she was willing to compound her sins with lies. “I’m pregnant.”
She saw the shock on his face, the disbelief, and hurried to try and say something, anything to make that horrible look go away. “I just didn’t know and I didn’t want to go by myself and I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner.” She could feel the tears trickling down her cheeks and she hated them. She hated the way she felt, so lost and confused and alone.
“M-mine?” He sounded shocked, she didn’t blame him.
“Yes, you.” She swallowed against her tears, smiling and trying desperately to convince him that the lie was the truth. “Who else’s would it be?”
“But we... we never...” Of all the times for the boy to grow a brain. She scrambled for something he could believe, no matter how idiotic, if it was remotely plausible she could make him buy it. She needed him to buy it.
“Last month?” Her voice was rough with the tears she still wanted to cry, “Hot tub?”
“But we were wearing our swimsuits!” This was ridiculous. If she wasn’t so damn upset, she’d laugh at the absurdity of the whole situation.
“They say a hot tub is the perfect temperature for sperm... it,” she started the lie, but coming up with something remotely believable in this situation on the fly was shaking her acting abilities, “it makes it swim faster or...” She glanced up in time to see him start to hyperventilate.
“Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Oh, my god.” His eyes darted about the hall, his whole body twisting as he tried to process everything. Suddenly, his eyes jumped to her. “Wait, are you gonna get a...” he trailed off.
She shook her head, fighting back a new rush of tears at the thought. She might be an adultress, a liar, and a soon-to-been unwed teenage mother, but she was not a baby killer. “No.” The word had to be forced out. “I really thought I had a shot at getting out of here.”
She stepped to him, willing him to believe him, to wrap his arms around her and hold her and tell her it would be okay as she cried. She didn’t love him. She knew she didn’t. But she needed him so very much.
*****
She never felt as alone in her life as she did after reading that dreadful letter. Even when she was in Finn’s embrace, she felt alone. Walking down the halls at school was a horrid exercise in torment. She could feel their eyes looking at her, hear the laughs that would echo around her after they found out. She’d loose everything when it came out, and she hated it.
She just felt so lost and alone. Finn couldn’t help with that, though she admitted it was sweet how he tried. It just wasn’t his child and there were some things that she felt only the real father could help her understand and cope with. And there was no way she would tell Puckerman.
“‘S up, MILF.”
Her heart stopped. He knew? He knew! He couldn’t know! How could he know?! Her icy facade didn’t falter at the turmoil suddenly raging behind it and she side stepped him, giving him barely a glance as she passed. “Leave me alone.”
“Who’s the daddy?” She could feel him beside her, almost feel the warmth radiating from his body. “I should think it’s kinda weird if it’s Finn’s since you told me you were a virgin when we did it. And I know for a fact that you didn’t do it with him.”
She blinked back a rush of tears and smirked. “How can you be so sure?”
He shifted his weight and smirked back. “Finn’s my boy. He would have told me.”
“You make a habit,” she couldn’t help the bite in her words, she wanted to hurt him for what he’d done to her, “of sleeping with your boys’ girlfriends?” She turned away, done with the conversation.
“Well, call the Vatican! We’ve got ourselves another immaculate conception!” Her hands grabbed him before he could get the last word out and she dragged him into the side hall. “I’d take care of it, you know. You too. I’m not a deadbeat.”
“Weren’t you fired for peeing in the fast food fryalator?” She was going to cry and she hated that. This wasn’t his problem. He wasn’t involved. She didn’t want him involved. He’d done enough.
“I’ve got my pool cleaning business.”
“We live in Ohio.” His face fell and she knew she was hurting him, but he deserved it and she just wanted to twist the knife, to make him know how she felt because he was too damn stupid or too damn drunk to use a condom. “I had sex with you because you got me drunk on wine coolers and I felt fat that day.”
“They were your wine coolers.” The excuse was weak and he knew it.
“It was a mistake. You’re just another Lima loser like everyone else here.” She stormed off down the hall, not giving him the chance to try and change her mind.
She never saw Rachel step around the corner, watching her run from Puck. And Puck, watching her run off, never saw the way the small brunette’s face furrowed with anger at what she’d heard for a moment before she’d turned on her heel and stormed off back the way she’d came. A moment later, Puck’s phone buzzed and he fished it out of his pocket, clicking over to read the new text that had come in.
Meet me at the clearing tonight.
Author: Sio
Rating: At least R for violence.
Length: 24998 / ?
Spoilers: This is AU, but Season 1 spoilers are possible starting with chapter 6.
Summary: Rachel is a member of an immortal altered race of humans that call themselves the Vanpyr and live in secret alongside normal humans. Murdered years earlier, her outrage over her death gave her the strength of will to step Beyond the Veil and join the ranks of the altered humans known as the Vanpyr as a daemon. Since then she has been hiding the truth of her existence and fighting to control the Beast within her. So far so good, until she enrolls as a student at William McKinley High in Lima, Ohio as the daughter of her “two gay dads”.
Note: This is a loose fusion with an original universe.
For a prompt (found here) at rq_meme.
*****
A\N: Some dialogue taken from S1 E4 Preggers. I’m betting ya’ll are starting to scene a theme here.
Chapter Twelve
She sat in her car staring at the pale brown doors as if they held the secrets of the heavens. She felt numb, like she’d never felt anything before in her short life and never would again. Once she walked through those doors she’d have to accept whatever answers she was given and she didn’t know if she was ready to deal with that.
The clinic was in the next town over, she’d driven a good forty-five minutes to get there, not wanting to risk running into anyone who might recognize her in Lima. Just looking up the directions had made her heart race painfully fast and her eyes cloud with tears. She didn’t want to have to do this, didn’t want to hide. But mostly she didn’t want to be pregnant.
She hoped so much that the first test had been a false positive. She’d heard they happened. That had to be what it was. Just a mistake. If it was a mistake everything else could be explained. She was under a lot of stress lately. Things like being tired all the time or feeling sick, they just made sense when you were under as much stress as she was, right?
She swallowed harshly against the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. She was only sixteen. She wasn’t supposed to be dealing with things like this. She was supposed to be married and happy before she had to even think about maternity clothes and midnight cravings. She was supposed to have her perfect guy with her, holding her hand and calming her down when she freaked out.
She took a deep breath, wiped the tears from her eyes with a tissue and pushed the door open, stepping out. The air felt impossibly clear as she breathed in again, gathering her courage for the walk across the nearly empty parking lot. Suddenly, she felt that she understood what prisoners on death row felt while making that final walk to the execution chamber as she slowly made her way across the broken asphalt.
The doors swung shut behind her with a soft click. A poignant reminder of the day that had started her life rapidly spinning out of control. Nothing ever went as she’d planned.
This was no exception.
*****
The next few days were a special kind of hell.
Everyday she raced home at lunch to intercept the mail before her mom could get it. Luckily, she’d been able to pay the bill for the test at the clinic, but they’d insisted on mailing the results to her home instead of agreeing to call her on her cellphone like she’d asked. Like she’d practically begged them to do.
She couldn’t let her parents find out. They were very devout Christians, even if they did frequently over-indulge in alcohol, and she’d been witness to their, especially her father’s, views on such things as teen pregnancy and unwed mothers. She’d heard her father tearing into the poor women on the news, lambasting for their choices, verbally tearing them apart in the sanctity of his home where they couldn’t defend themselves. All the while never a sour word for the men undoubtebly equally responsible for the situation.
It was how her father was. He was very fixed in his ways, very traditional. A girl was to be the pride of her father’s eye, always composed, always perfect, until an upstanding young man swept her away to a new home, a new life and the joys of wife and motherhood.
She’d always known that no matter what she’d wanted to do with her life, if her father had his way she’d be married soon after high school and providing him with grandchildren, preferably boys, and a strapping young son-in-law. She’d be allowed to attend college if that was what she wanted, but he’d have the final say on which one she’d be allowed to attend and she’d never be able to do anything with any degree she might achieve. She’d be far to busy with her new family to have time for such frivolous as a career or a life outside of her home. Just like her mother.
It was why she’d worked so hard. Why she’d struggled and maintained a perfect 4.0 average. Why she’d pushed herself into the captaincy of the Cheerios. Because she wanted a way out that he couldn’t control. She needed the scholarships perfect grades and cheerleading had the potential to give her. She needed those doors to be open when the time came. She needed to be able to escape Lima and her father.
She could never be her mother. Never hide herself in the soothing burn of daily gin and tonics, drinking until the pain of burying herself in the smothering grasp of a domineering man blurred into comfortable oblivion. Never twist at her child’s affections, trying to desperately to mold them into a miniature copy of their parents just to make her husband happy. Never give in to everything the man demanded just to keep the peace, even if it meant leaving her children behind.
That was why her hands shook when she opened the mailbox. That was why her breathe caught in her throat, hitching on her heart where it lodged as it surged from its normal place in her chest when she saw the plain business sized envelope with her name printed in neat black type sitting on top of a catalogue from Fingerhut. That was why she felt the brief surge of panic as she fumbled it from its place and into her bag before climbing back into her car and driving off.
She had to know. But she didn’t want it to be true. It couldn’t be true.
If it was true, she’d never escape.
*****
She drove to the park.
She wasn’t really sure why she did and she found herself idly wondering about it as she sat on the black rubber seat of one of the swings. Her bare thighs suck slightly to the rubber, surprisingly a bit warm from the mid-fall sun. The envelope hung limply from her grasp, hazel eyes fixed unwavering on the plain paper but not seeing it as she lightly kicked at the woodchips on the ground, setting the swing to gently rock.
She didn’t know how long she sat there, lost in her thoughts, putting off the moment that would change everything. The sky was clear, barely any clouds marking the bright blue, and the ones that were there were the gentle fluffy kind, like something in a children’s cartoon. The sun was gentle on her shoulders. The breeze rustling through the red, orange and yellow leaves on the trees sending the few leaves it’d plucked from their places to dance about her legs.
It was a beautiful day, not too hot, not too cold. Perfect. It shouldn’t be. She wanted it to be dark. She wanted rain to crash down from the skies. Heavy, ominous clouds to cluster above her and slash the skies with lightening, crash the silence with thunder. She didn’t want to hear birds singing, children playing. It shouldn’t be beautiful when everything was crashing down around her.
Finally, with trembling fingers she twisted the corner of the envelope, fumbling for a moment before she could get a finger under the flap, jerking upwards with awkward movements to tear it open. The stiff edge of the letter inside cut her finger, making her hiss at the sting. For a moment she just sat there, staring in shocked disbelief at the blood welling up on her finger tip before popping it in her mouth. Finally something felt right, getting a paper cut from something that wanted to destroy her felt right to the turmoil rocking her. It felt right that it should make her bleed, a outward manifestation of the way her future was bleeding away before her eyes.
The few of sheets of paper the envelope contained seemed far heavier than they should be, even though the breeze gusting through the park caught the edges and made them ripple and curl in her grasp. Much of what was in it incomprehensible to her and she started to realize why the receptionist at the clinic had urged her to return for the results, to let a doctor explain them. But she hadn’t thought she’d be able to walk through those doors again, hear them close behind her with that soft finality again, so she’d insisted on having them be mailed to her.
It was confusing, listing all of the different chemicals found in her blood in their various amounts. Her roving gaze caught a mention that she was clear of STDs and she felt a hysterical laugh bubble up through her lips at the strange relief she felt that she hadn’t gotten slapped with anything really permanent. But then the most important line seemed to jump out at her, almost as if it was impatient with how long it was taking her to get to it.
The papers fell from her nerveless hands, fluttering to the ground only to be lifted by the curious breeze and sent tumbling away in a cheerful scatter across the grass. Her eyes never lifted from where the papers had been, her mouth working slowly, words forming but no breath gave them life. Her shoulders slowly fell from the straight, confident pose she’d always carried herself in, her head slowly falling to her hands, the tears suddenly ripping themselves from her body pooling in her palms and trickling down her arms. The chains of the swing rattled as her thin body shook.
She was right. She’d never escape. The letter had changed everything.
Everything.
*****
She stood at her open locker, trying to breath through the sudden panic attack that’d struck moment before at the thought of telling Finn. Calming herself, she reached in for the folder and notebook she needed for her next class. She knew she couldn’t avoid him forever, and it was Finn, he’d stand by her. She knew he would. He was a big, dopey idiot of a boyfriend, but he was loyal like a puppy and dumb enough to believe anything.
It was just going to be so hard.
“Quinn!”
She turned away. She wasn’t ready to deal with him yet. Wasn’t ready for anything.
“Quinn,” she tried to hurry off, to get away before he could stop her, but she knew she couldn’t run forever, “hey, what’s with the silent treatment?”
He caught up to her by the trophy case. “Whatever I did,” his face was falling as he looked at her and it just hurt to know she was going to lie to him, “I’m sorry.”
She knew he didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve to have to deal with her, but she needed him. She just needed someone to be there for her. Needed it so much that she was willing to compound her sins with lies. “I’m pregnant.”
She saw the shock on his face, the disbelief, and hurried to try and say something, anything to make that horrible look go away. “I just didn’t know and I didn’t want to go by myself and I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner.” She could feel the tears trickling down her cheeks and she hated them. She hated the way she felt, so lost and confused and alone.
“M-mine?” He sounded shocked, she didn’t blame him.
“Yes, you.” She swallowed against her tears, smiling and trying desperately to convince him that the lie was the truth. “Who else’s would it be?”
“But we... we never...” Of all the times for the boy to grow a brain. She scrambled for something he could believe, no matter how idiotic, if it was remotely plausible she could make him buy it. She needed him to buy it.
“Last month?” Her voice was rough with the tears she still wanted to cry, “Hot tub?”
“But we were wearing our swimsuits!” This was ridiculous. If she wasn’t so damn upset, she’d laugh at the absurdity of the whole situation.
“They say a hot tub is the perfect temperature for sperm... it,” she started the lie, but coming up with something remotely believable in this situation on the fly was shaking her acting abilities, “it makes it swim faster or...” She glanced up in time to see him start to hyperventilate.
“Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Oh, my god.” His eyes darted about the hall, his whole body twisting as he tried to process everything. Suddenly, his eyes jumped to her. “Wait, are you gonna get a...” he trailed off.
She shook her head, fighting back a new rush of tears at the thought. She might be an adultress, a liar, and a soon-to-been unwed teenage mother, but she was not a baby killer. “No.” The word had to be forced out. “I really thought I had a shot at getting out of here.”
She stepped to him, willing him to believe him, to wrap his arms around her and hold her and tell her it would be okay as she cried. She didn’t love him. She knew she didn’t. But she needed him so very much.
*****
She never felt as alone in her life as she did after reading that dreadful letter. Even when she was in Finn’s embrace, she felt alone. Walking down the halls at school was a horrid exercise in torment. She could feel their eyes looking at her, hear the laughs that would echo around her after they found out. She’d loose everything when it came out, and she hated it.
She just felt so lost and alone. Finn couldn’t help with that, though she admitted it was sweet how he tried. It just wasn’t his child and there were some things that she felt only the real father could help her understand and cope with. And there was no way she would tell Puckerman.
“‘S up, MILF.”
Her heart stopped. He knew? He knew! He couldn’t know! How could he know?! Her icy facade didn’t falter at the turmoil suddenly raging behind it and she side stepped him, giving him barely a glance as she passed. “Leave me alone.”
“Who’s the daddy?” She could feel him beside her, almost feel the warmth radiating from his body. “I should think it’s kinda weird if it’s Finn’s since you told me you were a virgin when we did it. And I know for a fact that you didn’t do it with him.”
She blinked back a rush of tears and smirked. “How can you be so sure?”
He shifted his weight and smirked back. “Finn’s my boy. He would have told me.”
“You make a habit,” she couldn’t help the bite in her words, she wanted to hurt him for what he’d done to her, “of sleeping with your boys’ girlfriends?” She turned away, done with the conversation.
“Well, call the Vatican! We’ve got ourselves another immaculate conception!” Her hands grabbed him before he could get the last word out and she dragged him into the side hall. “I’d take care of it, you know. You too. I’m not a deadbeat.”
“Weren’t you fired for peeing in the fast food fryalator?” She was going to cry and she hated that. This wasn’t his problem. He wasn’t involved. She didn’t want him involved. He’d done enough.
“I’ve got my pool cleaning business.”
“We live in Ohio.” His face fell and she knew she was hurting him, but he deserved it and she just wanted to twist the knife, to make him know how she felt because he was too damn stupid or too damn drunk to use a condom. “I had sex with you because you got me drunk on wine coolers and I felt fat that day.”
“They were your wine coolers.” The excuse was weak and he knew it.
“It was a mistake. You’re just another Lima loser like everyone else here.” She stormed off down the hall, not giving him the chance to try and change her mind.
She never saw Rachel step around the corner, watching her run from Puck. And Puck, watching her run off, never saw the way the small brunette’s face furrowed with anger at what she’d heard for a moment before she’d turned on her heel and stormed off back the way she’d came. A moment later, Puck’s phone buzzed and he fished it out of his pocket, clicking over to read the new text that had come in.
Meet me at the clearing tonight.