I don't own Glee or the genius behind it!!!
Rachel…
I cried in my sleep. I don't know how or why. I just know I did. When I woke up, he was gone. I know why I cried now. I cry every night now. I wish I didn't. Every day, my eyes are bloodshot and people stare. He stares too, but his eyes are hard and hold no remorse. He doesn't care, so why do I? It's because he cries at the end of the Moulin Rouge every time he watches it. It's because his face lights up whenever his little sister walks in the room. It's because I love him, and he used to love me.
Puck…….
I screamed in my sleep. I still scream in my sleep. She's not next to me anymore. Every day her eyes are sad and tired. I stare and pretend I don't care. Her vacant eyes haunt me in my dreams. She shouldn't care anymore. I shouldn't. I'll hurt her. I know why I care. She is a goddess when she sings…..she simply glows. When I tell her about my "Dad" she just listens……she doesn't judge me or take pity on me. I can't stop loving her. And I wish she would stop loving me.