glee love

Chapter 26

Rachel's POV:

The plane finally lands, and we are all on our way home.

I'm excited to see my dads, and tell them all about New York.

I've been texting them throughout this trip, and they have been so excited to hear all about it.

The plane ride was annoying, but Quinn ended up apologizing. I mean, it was probably a fake apology, but I'm sick of fighting with her.

All schools have a bully, and she's my bully. But my job is to take her bullying, and turn it into motivation. One day I will be more famous, and richer than her, and she will feel bad. I know it.

I'm in the car with Finn, and he's singing along to the radio a little too loudly. He's driving me home, to see my dads.

Finn said that once graduation happens, we can move in together. After all, we are seniors, so hopefully that won't be too weird.

Finally, a good song turns on, and I turn it up.

I start humming to the tune, and closing my eyes.

I lean my head back and begin singing.

The song is Louder, which is my favorite song. The melody and tune are catchy, and I start belting out the words.

Finn starts joining in, and his voice makes me melt. He starts dancing in his seat, but he sucks at dancing.

The car swerves, so he stops dancing. I find myself laughing as the song ends.

We get to my house, and Finn steps out of the car.

He is trying to be a gentleman, and opens my door. I giggle at his attempt and kiss his cheek.

We walk hand in hand to my door.

"Thank you so much. For everything. It was actually the best thing I have ever experienced, and you're the best husband ever. Finn, I love you so so much." I tell him trying to be as sincere as possible, and trying to hold in my tears.

This man means everything to me, and I love him more than I've ever loved myself. He has a quality about himself that makes him so brave and fearless, yet he's so down to earth at the same time.

I take out my key and open the door, Finn hands me my bags and kisses my cheek, before walking back to his car.

I wave goodbye, and close the door.

My stomach hurts, so I decide to just go to my room and sleep.

I check my phone to see the time, and see that I got a text from dad.

'Out for dinner. will be home late. Don't come into our room though. ;) '

Ew. The thought of my parents doing 'it' disgusts me.

I laugh, and close my eyes.

I'll tell them all about New York in the morning.

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I wake up, and it's still dark outside.

I burp loudly, then feel the throw up in my throat. I run to the bathroom, and spill out my guts in the toilet. Atleast, that's what it feels like.

My dad, Hiram, comes up quickly.

"Are you ok?" He asks, concerned.

I shake my head, and throw up again. I lean against the wall behind me, and clutch my stomach. Why does it hurt so bad?!

"What time is it?" I ask quietly, scared that if I talk, I will throw up.

"It's only 4. Lie down and try to get some rest." He touches my forehead, "you don't have a fever."