Rachel's shame followed her all the way home. The streaks down her cheeks from her tears was apparent and she could hear Santana and Finn in the house they shared. No, she couldn't tell them her crime. Because that's what it was. A crime. She just wanted to fall in her bed and sleep for days.
Slowly, she took her coat off and hung it up by the door as she peered inside of the living room. It was empty and the faded light from outside was pouring through, casting winter undertones to the front room. It was beautiful. And depressing. And awfully fitting.
Swallowing, she still saw the look of the girl being carried away and the more she thought about it, the more she knew she had to do something about it. Someone had to save her, but how?
She had to tell Finn. Finn would know what to do. And Finn would take care of it. Normally, Rachel was a take charge kind of gal, but this? This was so much different and her shame was overshadowing everything. She needed to tell Finn. She needed him to tell her friends to help that girl.