Always Been You

Chapter Eleven

|Finn|
"What the—", I ducked the vase thrown at me. The ceramic broke into a million pieces, some landing right behind me. "Calm down!" I yelled as I hid behind the couch.

"Calm down?!" Quinn yelled. "You can not possibly be telling me that right now!" She grabbed something else and threw it towards the wall across from me. "You DO NOT get to tell me to calm down!"

"Nothing happened!" I yelled at her. "Nothing! Why don't you trust me?!" I stood up and ran towards the kitchen, Quinn followed quickly behind. "We barely even talked!"

"I can't do this," she silently sobbed. "I- I can't live in peace without her being near. . . She- she was in love with you, and you were an idiot to not notice!" In love with me? My head started to hurt as I thought of this argument all over again.

I had arrived fifteen minutes ago, and Quinn came up to me and slapped me. Yep, she slapped me. She thought, like always, that I was cheating on her. Why? Because she's insecure, and she doesn't like to admit it. She knew Rachel was at that dinner, she claims that Kurt posted a picture of the dinner on his social media. And on the picture you could see Rachel and I sitting next to each other as we greeted each other.

"You're making stuff up," I replied as I dodged another thing thrown at me. This only fueled Quinn's anger as she lunged at me, knocking me down to the floor. I caught ahold of her wrists as she swung to hit me. She was breathing heavily as tears rolled down her cheeks, her eyes were puffy and red and her hair was messed up. "Stop, please."

She steadied her breathing as she stared at me. Her wrists went weak, and she rested her head on my chest. "This isn't fair. . ."

"What isn't fair?" I asked her. She shook her head and started crying again.

"She gets everything. She gets everyone. You're all I've got, and I can't afford to lose you, I can't," She hiccuped. She raised her head so her eyes could meet mine. "I know you think I've gone crazy, but I promise I haven't. I just don't know how to deal with. . . Whatever this is. I know she isn't staying long here, she was never able to anyway, but I just. . . I don't want you near her. I know I sound like a really jealous person, but I can't help it. You're. . . One of the greatest things that have happened to me, and I don't want to lose that. Ever."

Why did this always happen? It was the same routine. We fight constantly, being in this house didn't feel like home anymore. Nothing did.

"Just. . . Just try to stay calm okay?," I asked as I sat up. "I hate how we always fight, it's not healthy."

"I know, I know," she sighed. "I need to keep myself in check, but just. . . Promise me that you're not going to talk to her, Okay?" I don't think I can.

"Okay," I said and she slightly smiled. "Can I just go and tell her that we can't speak—"

"Why would you need to tell her? Just ignore her," she said as she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. Great here we go.

"I don't want to come off as rude," I defended. "I just want to tell her that we can't speak, and that she shouldn't try to anyway." She stayed quiet for a second or two and then nodded her head. She smiled and hugged me. This isn't going to be easy or good.

***

"She's what?" I asked as I grabbed my car keys and stood in the middle of the broken living room.

"Leaving," Kurt said. "L-E-A-V-I-N-G. She's not coming back until way later, I guess."  I was able to hear the disappointment laced in his words. I knew they were friends, good friends. And knew that this was hurting him. "She's at the airport right now I think. . . Wait, why? Are you finally leaving Quinn—"

"Stop," I snapped. "Look, I need to tell her something and I didn't know where she was." I walked out the house and went to my car. "I'm about to start driving, I'll call you later." Without waiting for a response I hung up and started driving to the airport. Please don't be there, please don't be there. I didn't want to tell her I didn't want to speak to her. That was the last thing I wanted to do, I wanted to speak to her whenever I wanted. But I knew that I had to do this for Quinn, we were bound to marry soon. So I couldn't do this to her.

I parked outside the airport, which was surprising to even find a spot. I got out the car and walked inside. I stood in the middle of the airport and looked around, searching for a familiar pair of brown eyes. I couldn't find them but as soon as I was about to walk away my eyes spot the familiar figure. Her hair was tied up in a bun, she wore a white cardigan with her black shirt and blue jeans and ankle boots.

"Rachel!", I called out. She was kind of far away, so I thought yelling her name was going to make her turn around. But she didn't, so I called for about another three times and she finally turned around. She had a big smile on her face but it faded as she looked at me. Well damn.

I walked faster towards her, and I could see how nervous she got. Her hands were playing with the hem of her shirt as she looked at me. I shrugged it off and kept walking towards her until we were face to face. "What are you doing here?" She asked as she glanced at the screen monitor.

"I came to tell you something," I started with a sigh. I don't know why it was making me angry telling her this, I just felt like this wasn't fair. And it isn't. "I. . . I-I can't. . ."

"You can't what?" She asked as she raised an eyebrow urging me on. I fidgeted under her gaze and scratched the back of my neck.

"Icanttalktoyouanymoresorry," I quickly say, hoping that she wouldn't understand and stall enough to come up with something else. I couldn't go through with this, but I knew I had to no matter what.

"Woah slow down," she chuckled. "Say it again, but a little bit slower this time." She looked at me expectantly, and I took a deep breath and got ready for what was to come.

"I can't talk to you whatsoever," I sighed. "It's making Quinn uncomfortable, and she's my fiancée so I have to make sure she's happy." I looked down at the ground, expecting some sort of reaction. But instead of a yell from her or a hit, I heard a sigh.

"It's understandable," she says. "And she really shouldn't worry, you and I are nothing and won't be anything. We're on separate roads, and that's how it's going to stay. So thanks for letting me know that we won't be talking, it was nice while it lasted or whatever." I could easily spot the bitter tone that she was so desperately trying to hide. But I had to do this, she wouldn't understand. But really though, she doesn't want to talk to me? You and I are nothing and won't be anything. I personally think that's a little harsh but she's hurt, it's understandable right?

"Have a safe flight," I say and I hear her scoff as she started walking further into her line to get her ticket. So long Rachel.