Hi everyone sorry this so late but my life recently has been really shit so there wasn't much I could so about it, but this is the sequel to vow of silence that I had promised to write and I hope that it lives up to your expectations, this chapter was so hard for me to write I must have written it like twenty different time before settling with this one even though I am not happy about it. For those of you that haven't read vow of silence I recommend that you read it as this may not make much sense to you. Read and review as always. Enjoy.
As the car stopped she took a minute to take a deep breathe and plaster the biggest fakest smile she could muster up for the crowd and cameras that were waiting for her on the side of the other side of her car door, as she got out of the car to her adoring fans greeting her and the paparazzi taking pictures all she could do was smile at how she despised all of this as it cost her the one she loves her one true love. She waved to her fans and posed for pictures for the paparazzi before going inside.
To be nominated for a Tony was a huge deal for any one in Broadway but for her it was just another reminder of everything she lost for this moment, as her name was called for best leading lady in a musical all she could do was plaster her face with that big fake smile that she had become so accustomed to that it felt like it was her true happiness, she went up to the stage and thanked everyone that needed to be thanked and cried on cue to show the world how happy she truly was, but the matter in fact was that she was anything but happy the tears were running down her cheek were tears of sadness and pain.
The award show had finished and she was now at the after party kissing ass with all the right people so that she wouldn't seem like such an up tight bitch, once her agent felt like she had met enough people she was allowed to go home to an empty apartment, the same apartment that her and the love of her life had picked out together when they first moved to new York.
Sure the apartment was small and had only one bedroom and the neighbours were load rude collage kids, but at the time she and Quinn had rented the place it was all they could afford and seemed prefect at the time so that had become their first true home together but after losing Quinn it was all she could do to be close to the blonde was to keep the place hence why it is still her home after all these years when she could probably afford one of the plushest apartments in new York.
As she got in to her empty home all she could do was drop the act and let the tears flow just like they did every night, when she got inside her home she walked into the kitchen and put the kettle on and then she went to the cabinet and was about to pull out her mug when she saw Quinn's mug, the mug that she had bought for the blonde on valentines day as a present, she picked up the blonde's mug and placed her hot chocolate inside it and then the kettle began to whistle indicating the water had boiled she poured the water into the mug and went upstairs to her bedroom.
She placed the mug on her bed side cabinet and pulled out a pair of shorts and a t shirt as she slipped into her shorts and t shirt she spotted the fading lipstick kiss that Quinn had left her the morning before everything went wrong, she slowly walked to it and lightly touched it with the pads of her finger tracing the shape of the lips, she smiled at the memory of the how the lipstick was there in the first place.
Every morning Quinn had a class before Rachel, Quinn would get up and get everything sorted and on the vanity mirror in the bedroom the blonde would put on little extra lipstick and place a kiss on the mirror for the diva.
About twenty minutes of Rachel staring at the fading kiss on her mirror (she stopped tracing the pattern after a few seconds in fear of smudging it) she walked back to her bed and picked up her mug of not so hot but now cold coco and began to take tiny sips and looking at her lovers mug and the indentation she had especially ordered on it, together forever always love Rachel. Oh how that statement was false, how they weren't even together for the rest of that year let alone forever.
She placed the mug down after a few sips as her tears began to sprawl put of control, she cried herself to sleep just like she did ever night but only what was to happen the next morning didn't happen like ever morning she received a call from L.A wishing for her to join a huge cast movie and then be cast in an TV show that had already been signed for three sessions, she thought about it, it would get her away from new York, where everything reminded her of Quinn.
Two months later.
It was the last night of her last ever show on Broadway, she hadn't told anyone that she wouldn't be coming back but knew herself that once she leaves she would not return. She had finished packing her bags and her boxes packed her other stuff had already been shipped of to L.A.
She had one last trip to make before moving and that was to her high school reunion, it had been ten years since high school ended, where everything was prefect but now it was the last thing but perfect but she was going to attend just like she had promised all those years ago when everyone thought and said that she would never make it.
Her plane landed and on the other side were both her dads waiting for her and of course Santana and Brittney with there two little children, whom she had grown so close to that the two of them considered the diva as their sister. The Latina and blonde dancer who are now married with two kids also live in new York new but on the other side of town to Rachel so they rarely get to see one an other but always talk via phone, text, email or Skype.
The seven of them went back to Berry estate to catch up with and another, they talked about the divas big move and how her life was going to change to so dramatically and how great Brittney's career was going as a dance choreography for famous music videos and Santana's career a social worker (what happened to Quinn had her so heart broken that all she wanted to do was make sure she could help the others out there that were going through the same that her best friend had been through) and lastly was how great both of Santana's and Brittney's kids were doing. The one thing or person they didn't mention was Quinn Fabray; she was a topic that was of limits at all times in all conversations.
Santana and Brittney an d their children Tom (6) and Lola (3) stayed for a late dinner before the four of them left because the kids were getting restless and wanted to get to bed but the women promised that they would see the diva tomorrow, before the reunion tomorrow and the three of them would go together. The three of them bid farewell to the married couple and their kids that had become apart of their small family.
Her dads wished her good night and left her on her own down stairs where she was battling herself internally as it would be the first time she would enter her bedroom that she shared with Quinn the last year of high school, a part of her wanted to go up and reminisce at all the good times the two of them shared in that room and the other part of her wanted her to stay down because everything would remind her of what she had lost and all the pain she was in.
In the end she lost the battle with herself and dragged herself up the stairs and stood out side her bedroom door with one hand tightly around the knob willing herself to open the door, she took a deep breathe and pushed open the door to reveal her old bedroom that was brightly painted and screamed happiness and love, the two things that were now lacking from her life.
She took one step inside her room and flipped on the light switch, she looked around to reveal the large self portrait that Quinn had painted of her for her birthday before the two of them set off for New York. She was right everything did remind her of Quinn and all she could do was cry her eyes out she opened her dresser to find Quinn old t shirt and a pair of her night shorts that the girl loved.
She put on the t shirt and shorts before climbing in to her bed, a bed that she had shared with Quinn and had so many good memories, she lay on the side that she always did leaving Quinn's side empty. She turned on to her side facing her bedside cabinet and there on her bedside cabinet was picture of her an Quinn staring into each others eyes as they kissed each other, she picked up the picture and kissed the blonde wishing so desperately that the girl was besides her in the bed so she could experience the kiss again experience kissing her on her lips, her skin or any other part of her body, the tears started again as she held the picture securely to her chest above her heart she buried her head into the pillow and let her sobs take over her body until she fell asleep.
She woke up a few hours later and couldn't fall back asleep so she pulled out her old photo albums and began looking at the pictures of her and Quinn in various different poses and different dates, from their secret park to art galleries and out side Broadway theatres or where they are handing each other flowers or gifts at Christmas, each picture had both girls smiling at each other holding hands and usually staring at each other.
Once she had been through all the photos she began looking through all the little gifts they had given each other with such love and adoration for each other, her tears had started to flow long ago and only seemed to flow faster at everything she saw and picked up, how she hated her self at this moment.
There was one final box left and Rachel knew very well what that box contained, it was everything Quinn had felt put into words with such beauty that these words were now melded into her heart and she could pronounce any one of them by heart. She knew each poem that Quinn had written for her and the song Quinn had wrote for her as a graduation present. As she looked through each and every poem and then finally the song her sobs had become so loud and uncontrollable that all she could do was grab a pillow from the bed and bury her face into it to muffle her sobs.
A little bit of a mystery for you guys let me know what you think happened and if this is any good, coz if its not then there is no point in me continuing it because i have so much going on as it is and i don't feel like continuing with something that is not well recieved. sorry if that sounds a little harsh but i really do have so much going on in my life but i had promised to write this and i never break a promise.