I Had To Leave
Rachel woke up the next morning. She looked for Quinn, who was already up. She tried to sit up. She felt back down as a sharp pain came from her ribs. She shouldn't be doing all of this stuff. She was trying not to show anybody how much pain she was in. Her dad was the one that needed their attention. She closed her eyes as tears ran down her cheeks. Dancing yesterday was not a smart decision. She had been so upset and that was how she worked off her anger.
She sighed and silently packed her stuff in her backpack. She left Quinn a note apologizing for leaving all of the sudden. She tip-toed up the stairs. Quinn and her mother were in the kitchen, talking. Rachel silently left, shutting the front door silently. She called a cab.
"Hospital," she told him. Five minutes later they pulled up. Rachel threw him a twenty, not stopping for change. She went as fast as her aching ribs would let her. She plopped down in the wooden chair, next to her sleeping father. Back to square one. She began to shake with anger, sadness and pain. Why her? What did she do?
She dug her fingernails into her uninjured wrist. All she wanted was to forget about her dad. She pressed harder and drew blood. She watched the blood run down her wrist. She cried silently, shaking. She pressed on her wrist again, the pain taking away from the heartbreaking truth that Daddy was going to die.
About ten minutes after Rachel left Quinn's house, Quinn went downstairs to check on Rachel. She wasn't there. Quinn ran over when she saw the note.
Sorry. I had to leave
Quinn whipped out her phone as fast as she could and called dialed a random speed dial, worried out of her mind not caring who picked up as long as somebody did.
"Hello?" Finn said
"Finn? It's Quinn. Sorry to bother you, but," Quinn started to cry, " Rachel's gone. She stayed the night and I don't know where she is! She left a note saying that she had to leave."
"Shhh, Quinn it's alright. Calm down. Call Puck and I'll go to the hospital, alright? That's probably where she went," Finn said soothingly, and she heard him running out to his car.
"Rachel! What are you doing?" Rachel heard and looked up. Finn. She sobbed, harder. He ran up and separated her hands with wide eyes. She let him, going limp.
"Rachel, don't do that. Your dad would not want you to do that!" Finn said anxiously.
"My dad's going to die, Finn!" she almost screamed. He walked over and grabbed a wad of paper towels from a nearby table. He gently pressed it to the inside of her wrist. Then Puck ran in.
"Shit," he said, loudly.
"I came in and she was doing this to herself," Finn said, not taking his eyes off of Rachel's red and tearstained face.
"Here, move over," Puck said, "Get Santana here," he added. He kneeled in front of Rachel.
"Shhhh, calm down baby" Puck said stroking her cheek. She took deep breaths to calm herself.
"I don't want him to die," she whimpered.
"I know." Puck wrapped her in his arms. Finn had just called Santana, who had been about three minutes away at the Lima Bean with Britney. They were on their way. Puck just held Rachel. Soon Santana and Britney ran in. Britney immediately burst into tears, seeing Rachel's wrist. Santana motioned for Finn to come comfort Britney. Then she moved to Rachel.
"Rach, you're okay alright," Santana whispered, rubbing Rachel's back.
Santana and Puck had a telepathic conversation. Santana nodded and Puck stood up, carrying Rachel out to his truck. Santana held Rachel while Puck drove. Once again they were taking Rachel home after an injury. Once again Puck put Rachel in her bed and kissed her gently. Santana walked in and put Neosporin and a Band-Aid on Rachel's wrist.
There was no way they were going to leave her alone after what had happened. They sat on her carpet, whispering.
"When did this happen?" Santana asked.
"Rachel stayed at Quinn's. She gave her the slip and took a cab to the hospital. She then started hurting herself," Puck told her.
"Oh my God," Santana said, head in her hands.
Then they heard the door downstairs being knocked on. Santana went to answer.
A woman with Rachel's dark hair in a pixie cut was standing on the doorstep.
"Hello?" the woman said with a smile. She was tiny, just like Rachel.
"Hi, I'm Santana Lopez and I think we have some things to catch up on," Santana said, stepping aside so Aunt Lisa could come in.
"Oh my goodness," Aunt Lisa said, after Santana explained everything. Puck then walked in, having deemed Rachel was going to be asleep for a while.
"Are you Noah Puckerman?" She asked.
Puck nodded and extended his hand. Aunt Lisa looked almost exactly like Rachel.
"It's nice to meet you Ms. Berry," Santana said, for both of them
"Please, that makes me sound old. Call me Lisa," Lisa said with a small smile.
"Lisa," Santana amended.
"Well, I'm going to settle in, then I am going to see Leroy, all right?" Lisa said. She gave them her number and asked them to call her when Rachel woke up. Santana and Puck agreed. They walked into the kitchen, both hungry and heated up some of the food that the girls had made yesterday. They ate in silence, both worried out of their minds for the sleeping girl upstairs and her dying father.
Three hours later, Rachel woke up and shivered. She was in Puck's arms. Santana was sitting Indian style on the end of the bed.
"Why?" Santana asked, her voice, wavering.
Rachel looked at Santana.
"Because, I wanted to forget about the fact that my dad might die tomorrow," Rachel said, silent tears falling.
"Rachel, do you not think that it would hurt all of us to see you hurt?" She asked. She knew that hit a nerve, Rachel didn't like people hurting.
Rachel nodded and a silent apology was sent to Santana, just through their eyes.
"Never do that again," Santana ordered. The doorbell rang and Santana went to get it. It was Finn.
"Can I talk to Rachel?" he asked. Something in his face made Santana nod. He had obviously thought long and hard about what he was about to say. With Finn, this was a very rare occasion. They went up and Santana beckoned Puck out and he complied.
Finn took a deep breath and looked into Rachel's tired eyes. She was wearing an oversize sweatshirt that ended just above her knee. Her hair was down and messy and she had dark circles under her eyes.
"I'm sorry," Finn said.
"For what?" Rachel asked, confused.
"For being a complete ass to you," Finn said. After a moment, Rachel nodded.
"I'm sorry to, I shouldn't have kissed Puck. But I'm with him now. I loved you Finn. But now I love Puck. I want us to be good friends though. Before Nationals, I was dealing with my dad. I put all other relationships aside. By doing that, I got over you," Rachel said. Finn nodded, seeing her complete honesty.
"I agree and I'm here for you whenever you need me," Finn said, squeezing her hand.
"Oh, Finn. Not that its any of my business but…" Rachel bit her lip.
Finn laughed, "You're Rachel Berry, that's never stopped you." She smiled weakly.
"I think Quinn still loves you. She doesn't really know how to tell you. She used to have a small town fantasy, but things have changed. Just so you know," Rachel said, winking lazily.
Finn looked down and smiled.
"Cool," he said.
"If you tell her I told your she'll kill me so don't. I should also mention that she said that her pride would allow her to take you back if you sang to her outside her bedroom window, after throwing pebbles and holding a big boom box over your head." She said, raising her eyebrow at Finn.
Finn nodded, kissed her forehead and walked out. Puck walked in and sat on the bed.
"What did Hudson want?" Puck asked.
"He wanted to sort some things out and I had to tell him that Quinn still liked him," she said, with a smile, then gave him a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
He backed up and tucked a string of hair behind her ear.
Her stomach growled, ruining the sweet moment and both of them laughed.
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