Roommates

65. Not Broken, Just Bent

Previously...
"I know, but I don't think you do. This isn't just a game, because you can't always get what you want. We both have to make sacrifices."

"Okay." I shrug, "I'll think about it."

Finn nods and I walk out of the room.
This is going to be a lot harder than it already was.

***

Saturday
Rachel's POV
I wake up to the sound of my alarm, almost falling off the side of my bed. I was tossing and turning all night, kept awake with angry thoughts and struggling to sleep with saddening nightmares.

I have a choice to make, and I need to make it fast. This isn't just affecting me, I've realised.

I'm struggling to cope with all of this pressure. I know I've mainly caused it for myself, though. But I miss Finn. I know things could never go back to how they were, but I miss those days.

I'd do anything to turn back the clock and stop myself from fighting with Natasha, if I'd have known all the little things after the crash would lead me up to this.

I roll over in bed, looking at my clock which reads 9:00, contemplating whether to get up, and decide to sleep for another fifteen minutes or so.

Finn's POV
I sit on the sofa with my third cup of coffee. I've been up since 5, and I couldn't get back to sleep even though I was so tired.
I kept thinking about Rachel.

Maybe I shouldn't have been so hard on her, but maybe she needed to hear it. I wish things had never gone this far. I think back now and know I should've just got Rachel into counselling and gone with her, and maybe she'd be somewhat better now and we'd be happy.

I think it's a bit late for that, though.

I stare at the clock which reads 9:04, and I know I have to get ready. I get up from my long sit, taking the last swig of my coffee before carrying this hopefully final cup over to the sink.

I go into the bathroom and rinse my face, cupping the cold water in my hands and proceeding to splash it on myself to try and wake up some more.

I need to talk to Natasha about sharing a dorm together, since I don't really think what I said last night could change Rachel's mind.

But I know this isn't it for Rachel and I – even last night, when I asked her to look at me, there was still something there. I don't think either of us are quite sure what, but there's a spark of some kind.

Whether it's a beautiful firework or a bomb ready to go off, it's something at least.
I just need to get her to let it happen again. But how?

I shrug it off for now, since I've got the whole day to think about this, and pop some bread in the toaster once I reach the kitchen.

*

Rachel's POV
"Hey! Sleepy-head!" I wake up to Santana poking me, decently hard.

"What?!" I open my eyes, frustrated.

"It's ten, you idiot! I heard your alarm, so don't tell me it didn't go off! Get up! We have, like, fifteen minutes to get to our classes!"