My Man

Chapter 45: special delivery

"I know you're mad but it's been almost 3 hours now Rach and I'm getting worried, please call me back or just text me so I know you're okay" Finn said as he reached Rachel's voicemail again, he threw his phone onto his desk frustratedly and rubbed his face in his hands.

Rachel had left the office hours ago after her confrontation with Charlie and no one had managed to get in touch with her, usually she was a quick replier but the fact that she wasn't saying anything worried him.

His phone started ringing again as he scrambled to lift it up, "Rach?!"

"Finn? Have you heard anything?" Santana asked on the other end.

"No" he sighed, "I think I'm gonna head out in a minute, hopefully she just fell asleep or her phone died or something"

"Have you tried talking to Sam?" She asked hesitantly as he stayed silent for a beat on the other end. 

"She wouldn't go to him would she?" He asked, although it was more to himself. "I mean, I know we had a little fight but surely she wouldn't go running to him"

"We might as well try" Santana tried to reason as she too had started to get worried.

"But then what if he gets some crazy idea and then goes to find her and then gets to her first and then what if she realises that he-"

"Finn!" Santana cut off his rambling, "I'll call Sam, you seriously need to sort out these insecurities because Rachel loves you and only you. All that matters right now is that we just make sure she's okay"

"You're right" he sighed, "let me know if you get anything"

"Of course" she assured him before saying a quick goodbye and hanging up and dialling the number of the person she really didn't want to talk to.

"What now Santana?" Sam sighed when he answered.

"Watch your attitude trouty mouth and trust me, I don't want to be talking to you either"

"Then what is it?" He asked curiously.

"Have you seen Rachel?"

"Rachel? No, why? Wait is something wrong?" He continued to question causing Santana to roll her eyes.

"No she's fine, was just curious. Okay bye" she lied before quickly hanging up.

Where the hell was Rachel?

...

After she left Finn's office, Rachel practically stormed back to the apartment. She was angry at everything and everyone, Charlie, Finn, the people who wrote those stupid articles and-and the pigeon she just watched take someone's sandwich.

Okay so maybe she wasn't personally angry at the pigeon, but that didn't matter. She was furious and everything seemed to be making it worse.

She began violently pressing the button to the elevators, snapping her head around when she heard a familiar voice calling her name.

"Rachel?" Quinn repeated softly, slowly approaching the girl. "I came to check up on you, do you want to talk?"

She nodded tentatively as the elevator doors opened and they both stepped in, the ride was silent until they both yelped as it stopped abruptly.

"Are you okay?" Rachel asked, checking over Quinn whose hand had instinctively covered her stomach.

"Yeah" she nodded, taking a deep breath from the shock. "What happened?"

Rachel stepped forward, clicking the buttons which seemed to have stopped working. However one stayed glowing, showing them that they were stuck on the 15th floor.