I began writing this story without a good reason. I just hope I won't have a good reason to let it end.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. If I did, it wouldn't be Glee as we know it.
'Shh, it's okay...' Quinn whispered. Her trembling fingers gently stroked Rachel's tear stained face. 'Don't worry now... Together we'll be okay. We'll be okay...'
A soft, painful sob escaped Rachel's lips and Quinn's heart ached. Slowly, her dirty fingers traced Rachel's features. She leaned down and pressed her lips to the brunette's forehead. Her lips lingered. She could feel her friend shaking underneath her, in her arms. Her grip on Rachel's hand tightened.
For the first time in a while, Rachel's eyes turned away from the body on the ground and settled on Quinn's. The panic in those deep brown orbs froze Quinn. But behind that panic lay something else, something that had been lost in Rachel a long time ago. Determination.
The joy in Quinn that that was back was quickly overpowered by worry. Why was Rachel so determined? And about what?
Suddenly Quinn felt a warm hand in her neck. She freaked out for a moment but that faded when she recognized Rachel's hand. The deep scar in her palm was too unique.
'What is it, Rach..?' she whispered. But Rachel just shook her head weakly. Quinn frowned. There was this look in Rachel's eyes that made her lean closer, so she did. Rachel closed her eyes, hiding the brown oceans of strength that had kept Quinn alive for the blonde, and pulled Quinn's head closer to her own.
In Quinn's head, it clicked. Her heart began to race and in the most gentle way known to mankind, she connected their lips. It was a soft kiss. Not even their first but definitely the most meaningful.
Rachel's thumb slowly drew circles on Quinn's hand, calming the blonde's heartbeat a little.
Quinn broke the kiss as gentle as she had started it, leaning back slowly. Her eyes didn't leave Rachel's and they sat there silently, just looking at each other.
A thud from not too far broke the silence. Quinn's heartbeat sped up again, her blood pumped through her veins like a car on the highway. Gentle she lay Rachel's head on her jacket before grabbing her knife and jumping up.
Cautiously, she sneaked to the end of the alley and hid behind the wall. She heard alarmed whispering of several voices and went even slower. When she peaked around the corner, she froze completely. Just a few feet away were her friends, gathered around one of them laying on the ground.