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|Hi, I'm looking for a fic that I can't remember the name, I feel like its a one/two-shot but it's super angsty and I remember the summary is something like "they renew their lease at the end of May" or something similar|
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a/n: a/u finchel drabble. This idea came to me as I was brushing my teeth and it wouldn’t leave me alone! Kind of angsty. Inspired by the song Unfaithful by Rihanna. Might not be what you think it is.
It’s been seven months since we first kissed, six months and three weeks since I asked her to be my girlfriend, and four months since I lost my girlfriend to another man.
We’re good together, or we were. I see her applying her make up at her vanity. Another night out without me.
I look away, looking at the television screen, anywhere but her as I ask the question that doesn’t need to be asked. “Where you going tonight babe?”
“Out with Santana, she found this cute little vegan place a couple blocks from her house.” She says unconvincingly. She goes back to her make up.
I nod my head and focus on the score of the football game in front of me. The echo of her heels against the hardwood floor ring through the apartment as she walks over to me. She still wears the same perfume she wore on the very first day we met. Things are still the same but it’s devastatingly different at the same time.
“I won’t be long, I’m just going out with Santana.” She says softly, resting her hand on the side of my face.
I say nothing. I just lean over and press my lips against her cheek. She smiles at me before she tosses her bag over her shoulder and walks out the door.
She doesn’t come home till one the next morning.
She says she wants to go to Central Park today. It’s hot and she’s in her favourite pink dress. The fabric is soft beneath my fingertips and I wonder if she wears this for him.
We walk to the park, her hand in mine. Her grasp is tight as if she’s a child hanging on for dear life. Squeezing as if she’s trying to revive what was once between us. If only she knew.
It feels like a proper date, we haven’t had one of those in awhile. She pulls the backpack off my shoulders and pulls out a blanket for us to sit on.
“Come sit with me.” She beckons patting the spot behind her.
I smile lightly as she settles between my legs and leans against my chest. I remind myself that for every good day there are a million bad days. She’s humming a show tune lowly as we sit, unsure of what to say and what to do.
“Remember when we met? You told me you would run through Central Park singing West Side Story if that meant I would agree to go on a date with you.” She says not wistfully but melancholic.
“Yeah. I meant it at the time.” I say, because it’s the truth.
At one point I thought this was it. She was the one, Rachel Barbara Berry was going to make me happy for the rest of my life. Now? Now it’s just a glass of spilled milk that the both of us refuse to stop crying over.
There are plenty of ways out of this. But at night when I look over at her sleeping figure, see the toothpaste uncapped by the sink and feel her cold feet between mine under the comforter I ask myself if I’m ready to give this up. I’m never sure because I fucking love her. I’m still in love with her, but she’s in love with someone else.
There’s nothing left for me to give.
I hear the lock and the jingle of her keys as she stumbles through the doors at midnight. I hear the loud thud of her shoes hit the floor as she kicks them off.
She walks into the bedroom, cheeks red, hair mussed and a look of surprise on her face. I flip the book in my lap closed and remain sitting in bed.
“You’re still awake?” She asks.
“Yeah. Where were you?” I ask as if I care at this point.
“Oh. I was out with the San-…”
“Don’t.” I mutter cooly.
A silence settles as she begins to peel off her dress and pulls the oversized t-shirt over her head and the shorts past her hips. We both know it’s coming.
She climbs into bed next to me and leans against the headboard as we both stare forward.
“I loved you.” She whispers.
“I love you.” I say simply.
I see her pull her knees under her chin as she curls into herself. “I know.”
“Do you?” I ask, because I’m not sure I believe it.
She grabs my hand and I want to recoil but I don’t. I let her have this last piece of me before it all completely crumbles into ruins.
“I do. Believe me, I do and I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to do this to you. I tried to stop, because I knew you loved me and I thought I loved you too. I’m so sorry.” I hear the tears in her voice but I don’t dare look up.
“You thought you did Rachel. What does he have that I don’t?” I spit out angrily, yanking my hand out of her grasp.
She doesn’t answer, I don’t think I want to know anyways. I hear her muffled sobs as she cries with against her knees. I want to lean over and kiss the tears from her cheeks but my heart is so utterly shattered by her.
“We’re done.” I whisper as I grab a pillow and head for the couch in the living room.
I see her for the first time in two years at a coffee shop. She looks the same as she did the day she walked out of the door of our apartment. Long brown hair curled at the ends, a mint green dress. It’s all the same except for the protruding bump from her stomach and the tall man standing beside her.
Time has healed my wounds but I feel nauseous looking at the girl I once loved starting her own family with the man that robbed her heart from my grasps. So I slink back into the corner and wait for them to leave.
She looks happy, ridiculously happy. She’s holding his hand as they stand waiting for their drinks. He towers over her, but as he places a hand idly on her stomach he looks like he’s handling a paper doll.
I almost turn away but I don’t. She leans into him and I see it in her eyes. She looks at him like he hung the moon and the stars for her. Even way back when she never looked at me a fraction of how she looks at him. It was right for me, but never right for her.
I’ve had enough and as I get ready to make my exit, I hear her voice drift through the coffee shop as she calls his name.
“Finn, if you hit that door anymore, you’re going to break it!” Rachel snaps in frustration, she is pressed against the side of the bathtub, silently cursing Santana for her inability to butt out of things. She frowns in confusion though when she realizes that Finn is only wearing his work slacks and no polo shirt.
“She fucking left us in here!” Finn shouts in frustration kicking the door then moaning in pain the door is much harder than it looks, “Fuck!”
“Finn!” Rachel says calls out in exasperation, her current confusion of his lack of shit momentarily forgotten. “Stop, you’re only going to hurt yourself more, Kurt will be back from his date soon.”
“What? I thought he was suppose to be in the city with you.” Finn says in confusion as he looks at Rachel, almost as if he’s only now seeing her, and his eyes widen in realization. “Then again, you’re clearly not in the city. You’re in the tub and you’re naked…and crap.”
When it finally dawns on Finn exactly where he is and what she’s not wearing Finn quickly turns around facing the door muttering apologies as well as threatening to kill Santana.
Rachel can’t help but smile at Finn being such a gentleman despite the fact that he’s seen her naked before, and while she wouldn’t blatantly flaunt her naked body in front of him, it does not bother her that he’s only a few feet away from her and she’s naked with the exception of her bubbles. He doesn’t even seem to realize his own lack of attire, then again it’s the middle of spring and its been hotter than usual and Finn’s known to lounge around on the couch shirtless while watching a football game or playing one of his Xbox games. Something, that drives Rachel crazy, not because of his lack of modesty, but because Finn just looks really good without a shirt, and she’s only human.
“Finn, its no big deal, besides I’m surrounded by bubbles you can’t see anything.”
Rachel says with a smile and if she was feeling more daring she would have leaned back against the tub just to see what he would do, but Finn looks like he’s going to break out into a cold sweat any moment, and she doesn’t have the heart to do that to him. She may be fine, but he clearly is feeling uncomfortable.
“I don’t like invading your privacy, Rach.” Finn says, his back still to her, “Santana knows that as well.”
“I suspect this was Santana’s way of getting us to talk.”
“What? But we talk!” Finn says turning around to look at her incredulously, his eyes widen in surprise and he looks up at the ceiling, “Sorry.”
“Really Finn?” Rachel says in mild exasperation, not as his actions but his words, “You’re really going to stand there and say there hasn’t been a giant elephant living with us the whole time?”
“What? Why would we want a pet elephant?” Finn asks in utter confusion, but Rachel can’t see his face because he’s still looking skywards.
“It’s a metaphor, like there is obviously something neither of us are willing to address about us and our relationship.” Rachel explains calmly, having to explain the metaphor actually helps her accept the fact that they do need to talk about them.
“Oh, yea.” Finn says rubbing his neck uncomfortably, “I won’t say its an elephant, maybe just a pony, or like a baby elephant?”
Rachel giggles at that his comment, “I think so too, but doesn’t change the fact that we’ve been avoiding addressing where we stand.”
“Things have been going so good, I didn’t want to you know mess with it.” Finn says sheepishly, his head is tilted skywards, and he’s so tall as it is Rachel can’t even see his face.
“Finn, I can’t have a conversation with you if you won’t look at me.” Rachel says mildly annoyed, Finn knows how much she hates that, “Can you pass my clothes on the door for me?”
“Rachel, there’s nothing on the door,” Finn says as he gestures to the door.
“I’m going to kill Santana!” Rachel says angrily as she looks at the bare door, pulling away from the side of the tub, and slapping the water in her frustration. “Damn it.”
Finn turns around looking at her in surprise, his eyes going the size of saucers when he realizes she’s now sitting up in the tub, and he certainly got an eyeful more than before. He quickly spins around almost knocking over the shelf with towels. Normally Rachel would find his shyness endearing but she’s so frustrated with Santana and her lack of boundaries, Rachel is just at the point of annoyance and thus takes out her frustration on Finn.
“Finn, you’ve seen me naked hundreds of times, can you stop acting like you’ve never seen my boobs before and just be useful and hand by one of the towels on the shelf.”
She bites her lip, realizing belatedly how harsh her words sounded, even more so when Finn shoulder’s slump as he goes through the towels looking for one for her and she feels even worse when he speaks his voice soft.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you feel even more uncomfortable as it is. We’re friends and I respect you privacy. It doesn’t matter if I saw you naked before, right now we aren’t together and I would want your permission first before I did anything to offend you.”
Rachel sighs as she stands to take the towel from him, she quickly steps onto the bathmat drying off and then wrapping the towel around her, she places a hand on Finn’s forearm gaining his attention, “Finn, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you, I’m angry at Santana for forcing us into this situation, and I’m taking that out on you. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, I know how she can be.” Finn says with a shrug, he looks down at her a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “Nothing beats when you kicked her out of your bed though.”
Rachel frowns, her cheeks reddening, she’s not exactly proud of that moment, “She stole my comforter! And it was cold that night. Furthermore….”
Finn holds up his hands in defense, “Okay I take it back, lets not talk about Santana.”
“Sorry,” Rachel says sheepishly, but Finn is only looking at her and smiling, “What?”
“You look like a muffin.” Finn says with a grin patting her pink shower cap, brushing away some of the water droplets there, “A cute one though.”
Rachel blushes at his words, the lack of attire in both their parts even more prominent, and she curses Santana yet again, cause she just knows this was all part of Santana’s plan. Its bad enough the other girl locks them in the bathroom, for undetermined amount of time, but she ensures that Rachel has no clothes, and well she doesn’t even want to know how she got Finn shirtless. She won’t be surprised if the other girl threw a drink on him to get what she wanted.
Then again she knows the lack of her clothing is because Santana has seen Rachel looking at Finn that is not considered normal for people who are just roommates and she claims that Finn has done the same to her, but Rachel has yet to see that. She won’t tell Finn that her and Santana’s fallout that night wasn’t over a comforter, but Santana yet again trying to get Rachel to do something about her and Finn.
“Rach?” Finn calls out grasping her shoulder and shaking her slightly, bringing her out of her thoughts, he smiles at her, that lopsided smile of his, that still makes her knees go weak, “Where did you go?”
“I hate Santana.” She says with a whine, that only makes Finn laugh in response, as she takes a seat on the closed toilet seat cover, “You wouldn’t happen to have your phone on you?”
“Nope, I just got home. All my stuff is on your dressing table.” Finn says with a sigh as he leans against the door, and lowers himself to the floor, he is so tall that his feet are just barely touching her calves and he sends her a smile when he runs his big toe against her calf.
She smiles at him shyly and then sighs, there is a nagging voice in her head (that sounds suspiciously like Santana) telling her that now is the perfect time to discuss things, but the fact that they are locked in this room for an infinite amount of time scares her, cause they can’t get out and some things are going to hurt, but she knows they both need to hear it. Despite how annoying Santana has been the past few weeks, she’s right though, they do need to talk.
“Rach?” Finn calls out again with a smile, “I’m going to get offended if you keep drifting off. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
Rachel smiles at his words, playing with a piece of thread on her towel and before she even thinks about, she blurts out the first thing that comes to her mind, “I thought I was pregnant.”
“What?” Finn chokes out, his foot that was pressed against her calf freezes and he pulls back looking at her in shock, he gulps deeply before he speaks, his voice shaking, “I…um…I didn’t know you were seeing someone.”
“No, not now.” She says quickly, “A month after the wedding…I ugh was late took a test and it was positive.”
“Wedding…um so you… I” Finn seems incapable of forming a proper sentence and is still trying to process everything and not freak out.
“You’re the only person I’ve ever been with Finn.” She says softly, and she can see some of the anxiousness seems to have left him at her words.
“Why didn’t you call me?” He asks scooting over so that he’s closer to her, his knees are bend and his forearms are resting on his knees, “You know you could have been there for you.”
“I know that, which is why I couldn’t.” She says, and when he sees he’s about to protest she raises her hand, “I couldn’t do that to you. You were finally getting your life in order, I didn’t want to be the reason you put it on hold again.”
“It was my kid Rachel, you don’t have the right to decide that for me.” Finn says angrily, “If it wasn’t a false positive, would you have called me? Or would have let that douche bag think it was his kid?”
“Do you think so little of me?” Rachel snaps back angrily, not believing he had the audacity to even suggest that, “I’m not Quinn Fabray. I would never keep something like that from you. I can’t believe after everything we’ve been through, you would even think that.”
“Yea, well I never thought that you would cheat on me with Puck.” Finn says, but as soon as he says that she can see the regret in his face but it doesn’t make his words sting any less.
“I can’t believe you’re throwing that in my face. After all this time,” Rachel says he voice strained as she tries to hold back her tears, brushing off Finn’s hand that rest on her knee.
“No. I don’t want to hear it Finn.” Rachel says stubbornly, turning her body so that her feet are resting on the rim of the tub so she would not have to look at him.
“Really? The silent treatment?” Finn asks incredulously, “That’s real mature, Rach.”
But when she doesn’t say anything, he just huffs and scoots back against the door joining her in silence. The two of them are really too stubborn and proud for their own good.
Fifteen minutes passes with neither of them speaking, when Finn suddenly groans and bangs his head against the door in frustration, “I’m sorry. What I said was uncalled for, and you know I forgave you for that ages ago, and it was petty for me to bring that up just cause I was upset.”
“Yes it was, we’ve always said we would not throw our past mistakes in our faces just to hurt each other.” Rachel says after a moment, turning to face him.
Finn sighs as he rubs his face, “I don’t even know what rules applies to us anymore. But you’re right I should not have said that, but Rachel you just told me you thought you were pregnant with my kid and you didn’t think I should know.”
Rachel sighs, “Its not that I didn’t think you should know, its just I still couldn’t deal with it and I wasn’t ready to tell you, yet. But then I went to the doctor and it was a false positive, so I didn’t see the point in upsetting your life like that, it was moot point.”
“Don’t you think I deserve to make that decision for myself?” Finn asks her.
“Like how you allowed me to decide if I wanted to go to New York on my own?” She counters back.
“Hey! We just said….”
“Doesn’t count if it hasn’t been resolved,” Rachel counters back before he can finish, he splutters for a moment but then frowns.
“I didn’t think you were still upset over that.” He says softly.
“Of course I’m still upset Finn!” Rachel says in exasperation, “I thought we were going to get married that day. I was ready to commit myself to you, to us for the rest of our lives. But, you took it upon yourself that I needed my freedom. Making all these decisions about my life for me.”
“I did the right thing for both of us.” Finn says softly, “Even if you can never forgive me for that, I don’t regret what I did for you.”
“I know that, which is why I will always love you.” Rachel says softly.
“I thought you hated me for what I did.”
“I did, and sometimes I still do, but you did the right thing for both of us.” Rachel says softly, “I get that now, we were stupid and naïve to think, getting married would have solved all our problems. You needed to stand on your own two feet and figure out what you wanted to do with your life without using our relationship and me as support. You would have only ended up resenting me if you came all the way to New York just to be with me. I see that now, and I…I needed to realize that New York was not going to be easy and not like the fantasy world I build up in head all these years.”
“For what its worth. I’m sorry.” Finn says after a while, when she looks at him curiously, “You know, for making those decisions for you. I shouldn’t have done it like that.”
“I probably would have talked you out of it if we actually discussed it.” Rachel says sheepishly, they exchange a smile, because they both know the truth behind that, they both may be stubborn, but she is surely the more stubborn one, especially back then.
Finn sighs softly, as he throws his head back against the door breathing in deeply, his legs stretched out in front of him, Rachel looks at him for a moment before she nudges his bare foot with her own, “I would have called you.”
When he looks at he confused, “When I went to the doctor, if I was pregnant, I would have called you. With the test, part of me still hoped it was false and I guess calling you would have made it more real and I wasn’t ready to deal with it.”
“I would have wanted to be there with you. Did you tell anyone?”
Rachel laughs lightly at the question, “Santana found out.”
“Of course she did,” Finn says with a shake of her head, “She knows everything. I swear that Mexican third eye thing might be true.”
Rachel giggles wholeheartedly at his words, “She’s crazy scary. But she’s a good friend.”
“I hate when she’s right.” Rachel says with a groan, “We needed this and ugh, I hate when she’s right.”
Finn laughs wholeheartedly in agreement, “She’ll rub it our faces.”
“I hate that you moved on so quickly.” Finn says suddenly, they had lapsed into silence and he looks at her shifting slightly in his spot at her expression of surprise.
“I hated that after everything we’d been through, you would just go to the first available guy.” He says, “It made me feel like our relationship wasn’t as important to you as it was to me.”
“It wasn’t like that.” Rachel says pained, “You were gone for four months, and never contacted me, I didn’t know if you were okay, no one heard from you and I couldn’t just sit and wait for you. Then when you came back, you ran again and you made me so angry. I hated you for that.”
“So it was to spiteful? To get back at me?” He asks, his broken voice hurting her more than if he was angry.
“I wanted to prove to myself that you did not have a hold of my heart anymore.” She says, “Brody was there and I thought it was what I was suppose to be doing. I was living in New York and thinking I need the flashy…”
“Sex and the city lifestyle.” Finn says bitterly.
“It was stupid, and I was using that to hide behind my problems.” Rachel admits, “I’m not that girl and I was fooling myself more than anything. Hurting myself more than anything, and I’m sorry for hurting you in return.”
Finn nods in acceptance, “I was never angry at you for leaving that night.”
Rachel looks at him in surprise and he just shrugs his shoulders, “We both said nothing would have changed and at the time nothing had changed since we last spoke. I was still lost and you still had your own stuff. I was never angry at you for leaving.”
“It wasn’t right though.” She says softly, “I still wasn’t ready to admit that you still had my heart.”
“I think your actions spoke more than your words.” Finn says with a shrug, “I knew how you felt about me, even if you didn’t want to say it to yourself.”
Rachel smiles at his words, “Sometimes, I hate how well you know me.”
“But most of the time, you love it.” Finn chimes in with a smile, both of them knowing they exchanged those words on numerous occasions, “We weren’t ready then.”
“You think we’re ready now?” Rachel asks vulnerably, something neither of them have addressed since they started to talk.
“It’s always been you Rach.” Finn says sincerely, “I’ve always known that. But you should be asking yourself how do you feel?”
“I’m scared.” Rachel admits quietly as she bites down on her lip, “I don’t want to mess this up again. I don’t think I could survive if we didn’t work out again. I barely survived last time and it scares me to think that I depend on you so much. I know that I can if I tried but I don’t know if I can go through the heartache again.”
Finn gets up from his spot on the ground, groaning slightly at having been sitting in the same spot for a few hours, and moves towards her, he places his hands on her knees, kneeling in front of her, “You told me once, that you wanted me to be your last love. Do you still mean that?”
“More than anything.” Rachel says her voice breaking as she echoes her words from all those months ago in the auditorium.
“Then you just have to believe in us.” Finn says softly, he cups her face brushing away her tears, “We aren’t kids anymore Rachel, we aren’t living in some fantasy world, where we think love can conquer all. We know life gets hard, we know what’s it like to have to fight for the things we want. So lets fight for us.”
“Promise me, that we’ll hold on this time?” She asks her voice breaking, “Promise me that we’ll fight tooth and nails to make it work? That we’ll always talk to each other first before making decisions. Just, promise me we’ll never stop fighting for us.”
“Never.” Finn promises, he then tugs her towards him kissing her soundly on the lips, the family tingles going straight through her body, reactions only Finn can cause.
“I love you so much.” Rachel says against his lips, taking his bottom lip between her lips and sucking on it lightly, not allowing Finn to return the sentiment as her tongue slips between his teeth, and he releases a low groan in approval.
She squeals lightly when Finn tugs her too the floor so that they he’s sitting back and she’s in his lap, her towel riding up slightly, their lips never leaving each other for more than a few seconds. She feels Finn’s fingers slip between her towel and he looks at her questioningly and she nods in permission, but just as he’s about to untie the knot, the bathroom door slams open startling them both.
“Damn it. Now I owe Santana 200 bucks.” Kurt bemoans from the door, he glares down at the two of them Adam standing behind him looking wide eyed clearly surprised at Finn and Rachel’s current predicament, “Couldn’t you two have fought and sorted out your differences on your own time? Rather than Santana’s?”
Rachel rolls her eyes, her arms looped around Finn’s neck neither of them moving, Finn glares at his brother in annoyance, “Serves you right for making a deal with the devil. Just close the door and go away Kurt.”
“No! You two cannot have sex in the bathroom!” Kurt protests, “We all use this bathroom.”
Finn rolls his eyes at his brother’s dramatics, “We’ll lie and tell Santana nothing happened and then say we got back together later this week.”
“Finn!” Rachel protests, but he squeezes her waist clearly indicating to be quiet.
“What’s the catch?” Kurt says with narrowed eyes.
“Rachel and I get half of your winnings.”
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to locking up your brother and best friend in a bathroom for god knows how long.” Rachel chimes in.
“Oh like you’re complaining.” Kurt says with a shake of his head, he looks at Finn who is still looking undeterred and sighs, “Oh fine, but you two better disinfect this entire room when you’re finished!”
With that said he slams the bathroom door with a thud and a few minutes later music can be heard coming from the apartment.
Finn grins, as his arms begin to roam Rachel’s back, “He thought of everything for us.”
Rachel giggles as she leans forward placing a kiss on his lips, “We might as well use the room to our advantage.”
“I like how you think Ms. Berry.”
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She hates looking in the mirror, she’s hated it for the last three years. Granted it’s a lot easier now than it was the first time the doctors removed the bandages, she no longer feels like crying and throwing things and cursing God for making her this way. She’s learned over time to accept the fact that she’ll never be pretty again, but accepting it isn’t the same as being happy about it. The truth is she wasn’t always secure about the way she looked even before, she always thought that her nose was too big, her jaw too strong, her chest too flat. The fact that she used to fret over such minor flaws seems ridiculous to her now.
She dusts a bit of powder over the deep scar running diagonally across her face from her hairline to her cheekbone. Nothing can cover it completely, but the powder mutes the harsh brownish red color a bit, Kurt taught her that. He got mad at her the first time she went outside in sweats with no makeup, because the old Rachel never left the house without looking her best. When she told him she didn’t see the point in fixing herself up anymore he got even madder. She started wearing makeup again mostly to get him off her back, but she has to admit it makes her feel better to put on lip gloss, her lips being just as full and pretty as they always were, and although the scar drags one of her eyelids down somewhat, the other is still big and bright, and she likes the way it looks with a bit of eye shadow and mascara. Sometimes it helps to focus on the features that weren’t ruined in the accident. She brushes her bangs down over her damaged eye, and fluffs her hair with her fingers. It’s as good as she can possibly look anymore. She shrugs at her appearance and grabs her purse. Ready to face another day.
After a long day of nonstop talking into the mic Rachel is anxious to get home and relax her throat with a nice cup of hot tea, it’s Saturday which means she’ll have the house to herself, sometimes Kurt having a far more active social life than she does has its benefits. But when she turns the key in the lock and lets herself in she realizes that she doesn’t hear Kurt’s usual primping to go out music, she doesn’t smell hairspray and she doesn’t see a dress that he has laid out for her in what will surely be a fruitless attempt to get her to go out with him, she just sees him pacing the floor, his cell phone grasped tightly to his ear, a suitcase laying open on the floor with a few pieces of clothing thrown haphazardly inside.
“Well, is he awake?” Kurt says, tears in his throat. “But what? What’s the but?”
“What happened?” Rachel says, noticing the tears flooding his blue eyes, but he puts up one finger, silencing her.
“Well I’m coming down there,” Kurt continues into the phone. “He’s my brother, do you really think you’re going to keep me away? I have to make sure he’s alright. Okay Carole, I’ll be there as soon as I can, give Finn a hug for me and tell him everything’s going to be okay… alright, I love you too,” he presses end on the phone and faces Rachel, her face is confused and his is worried and sad.
“Kurt, what happened to your brother?” Rachel says. She’s never met Kurt’s brother, due to him having spent the last few years in London studying acting, but the last she heard he had returned home to Ohio for a potential job with the Kent State theatre arts department after his girlfriend Santana revealed that she was in love with another woman and broke up with him, and now he had apparently been in some sort of accident, it was a tough year for Finn to say the least.
“He was taking a tour of the university theatre and there was a horrible accident,” Kurt says sniffling. “One of the stage lights fell and broke his skull, and the doctors were saying something about brain damage and… oh god Rachel I’m freaking out!”
“Oh my god Kurt I’m so sorry,” she says sympathetically. “Do they know how bad it is yet?”
“He’s awake, he’s talking” Kurt says. “But he has some minor memory loss and…”
“And what?” Rachel says, gently urging him on.
“He can’t see anything, he’s completely blind Rachel.”
Rachel suffers an accident that leaves her with big insecurities. Finn gets in an accident that leaves him temporarily blind. Perfect couple or recipe for troubles? When her roommate’s brother moves into their apartment everything changes. Eye of the beholder by GrittyRe-boot,
|can you suggest me an AU fic I do like multi-chapter with both romance and angst? Thanks! And I like very much your blog, it's amazing|
He told his family he would not be coming home to Lima in an email to his mother:
I know everyone is aware I’m getting out of the Army this week. I accomplished what I set out to do, and have redeemed the family name: they told me yesterday that I have been awarded the Silver Star. I hope now that Dad can rest easier. But something has happened to me, Mom. As proud as I am of doing this, I think the price for what I did is more than I can pay right now, if that makes any sense. I’m going to need some time by myself to get it all figured out, physically and mentally.
The physical injuries are fairly minor, but will take a few weeks to fully recover. As for the mental issues, don’t worry—it isn’t PTSD. The fact is, so much happened, almost all at once, that I need some time for it to “integrate”, as an Army doctor put it. The problem is, I don’t think I can do it at home or with my family. I can’t really explain why, and I have no idea how long it will take, but I will need to be on my own for a while.
I will send you emails from time to time, letting you know I’m safe. Just know I will return when everything makes more sense. Please give my love to Burt and Kurt.
He had saved almost every penny of his pay and the large signing bonus. With the money he bought a used Ford Explorer, camping equipment and some clothes, and set off west, to his new life. It would start in Sheridan, Wyoming.
When Finn ends his time in the Army, he needs time to adjust to the civilian life again, so he buys a truck and goes on a road trip where he will meet very interesting people that’ll help him heal. Integration by OmniHelix is a story of healing and re-discovering yourself. Will Finn and Rachel find each other at the end?
|What was the name of that story where Finn gets out of the army but is all messed up and heads West, and Rachel goes to find him?|
I think you mean Integration :)