Rachel's POV:
"What are you talking about?" I ask nervously and retreat into the wall.
He laughs again, and glares at me. "I was in our room, and couldn't find my phone charger. So I decided to walk over to Mercedes' room, where I thought you were, to ask if you've seen it. I get there, and find out that you weren't there. So I became worried. And then I heard your voice. And Emma's voice too. You smart asses didn't bother closing the door."
"So? I went in to see Ms. Pillsbury. What's the big deal?" I ask in a small voice.
"Stop fucking lying to me, Rachel!" He yells and forcefully grabs my arm.
"Ow." I whisper, and he loosens his grip.
"I know that you talked to her about me. And don't even try to make a shit excuse." I feel my eyes well up with tears as he continues talking. "You lied, and you can't even confront me?"
"Maybe you're not actually ready for marriage." He states, with a cold laugh.
I push him away from me. "You've been hiding shit. You say that you're fine, when you're really not. I'm sorry for lying, Finn. I really am. But I was trying to help you. Whats your reason for lying?"
Finn freezes and I see that I hit his soft spot. He leans back against the wall and sits down.
"I don't know what I'm doing in life." He whispers, and tears fall down his face. "You have your life goals set out in front of you. And I'm just an obstacle."
"That's bullshit and you know it." I say surprising myself with my self confidence.
"No, it's not. Maybe I want to have a job, or change the world. I want to be successful too, you know." He sighs, and I sit down next to him.
"And I want to help you find that thing. We're only in high school. You have time." I say softly.
"How did I get so lucky to call you my wife?" He asks and kisses me.
My wrist stings where he grabbed it, and I look down to see that it's red. I cover it with my sleeve, hoping that he doesn't see. I'm too late.
"I did that?" He whispers, and I nod. I can hear squeaking come from the room behind us.
He closes his eyes, "I promised I would never hurt you. In our vows, I promised to protect you and never hurt you. I broke my promise, Rachel." There are tears once again falling down his cheeks.
"I think we both did bad things today." I softly laugh, and he keeps his eyes closed.
Using my thumb, I wipe away a few of his tears.
"It's going to be okay." I whisper.
It's going to be okay.
*****
"Rachel." My arm is shaken, and I open my eyes. "We fell asleep." Finn laughs. The noises are still continuing in the other room.
He stands up, and reaches his arm down for me. I hold onto his arm, and pull myself up.
I wrap my arms around his torso, realizing how short I really am. He kisses the top of my head, and holds onto me.
"You're mine." He whispers, and I smile.
"I'm yours." I repeat.
"Hey, um I hate to break up your love scene, but we are leaving in ten minutes for dinner. You coming?" Puck asks, and I blush.
"Yeah. Yeah we are." I clarify, and quickly walk to our room.
I walk into our single room, and open the white curtains.
"Finn we are already dressed. Why are you changing?" I ask as he takes clothes out of his bag and lays them on his bed. He shrugs, and continues.
"Five minutes!" I yell, and quickly run to the bathroom to fix my makeup.
I wipe off the smudged mascara, and reapply my eyeliner.
"You ready?" Finn asks, and I open the door.
"Let's go, babe."
****
"So you sell fish, but without the fish bowl?" Brittany asks for the hundredth time.
"We'll just get pasta." Sam interjects, and I laugh.
I see Ms. Pillsbury glance at me, to which I smile in return.
"You two okay?" She whispers, and I nod.
Finn leans his arm on my shoulder, and I lean my head on his.
"I'll get a Mediterranean salad please. With dressing on the side, and no olives, oh and please put the vegetables on the side." I tell the waiter, and he scribbles down many notes.
"Why so healthy?" Finn asks with a laugh, and I shrug.
"I'm cautious about my body." I state, and turn to Quinn, who is sitting on my right.
"You excited for tomorrow?" I ask, and she turns towards me. She reeks of a mixture of axe and perfume. Her lipstick is smudged, and her hair looks a little out of place.
I then look at Puck, who looks like he's on cloud nine.
"Rachel? Hello... Anywhere there?" A hand is waved in front of my face, and I recognize it as Quinn's.
"Yeah, yeah." I say, and can't get over the fact that Quinn and Puck just had sex.
She groans, then goes back to talking to Mercedes. I lean my head on Finns chest, and look around.
Puck's talking to Sam, probably about Quinn and Brittany.
Finn's talking to Artie, I think. All I can hear is the sound of Finns heartbeat, and that's all I really need to hear to make me happy.
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A/N
GUYS WE ARE SO CLOSE TO 100K.
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FanficHave you ever considered what might have happened if Quinn hadn't texted while driving? Glee would have been very different, especially when Finn and Rachel are married. What else will change? And that's what you've missed on glee :)
