A/N: M rating is for later chapters. :D I own nothing! R&R please! Yes there is some Femslash/slash, but seriously its Glee get over it.

"Has anyone seen Rachel? I haven't seen her in two days." Finn questioned the glee club. Rachel, who came to glee with a 103 temperature last year, hadn't been at school since Friday and no one had heard from her since then.

"Why would you have heard from here anyway? She rejected you remember?" Sam pointed out.

"So?" Finn spat. Sam just glared at him. Finn ignored his remarks. "The point is it's Tuesday and she's still not here. Has anyone talked to her?"

A soft "no" was spoken from all in the room, all except Quinn who had spent Saturday morning with Rachel. No one noticed her lack of a response, that is, until Kurt reminded everyone that Quinn and Rachel were partnered on a History assignment. All eyes shot toward her. "I haven't seen her since Saturday morning. We worked on the assignment 'til twelve." No one knew how much Rachel and Quinn actually enjoyed their time together. Social status aside, outside of the walls of McKinley High they were close, closer than anyone in the school could have realized.

"Well, she's probably just sick." Sam suggested.

"Maybe Man-Hands dropped out." Santana joked.

"San," Brittany warned, "she's our friend and actually I was starting to worry to, Charity doesn't eat when there's something wrong."

Santana scoffed at Brittany's defense of the girl they once slushied daily. Santana would never admit it, but liked Rachel. Rachel was the only one who ever called her out on her bitchiness and didn't regret it.

"Wait," Tina began looking confused, "What does your cat have to do with Rachel?"

"Nothing."

"I don't like this, Rachel calls me all the time and I haven't talked to her since Friday night." Kurt cut in helping get this conversation back on point.

"Same here," Mercedes chimed in, " I tried to call her yesterday, it went straight to voicemail, which never happens."

"Rachel never turns her phone off, let alone let it die." Quinn whispered to no one in particular.

The discussion continued among the students for several minutes, theories about where Rachel was spun around the room like a spider spinning her web. Tina noticed Mr. Schuester walk in and dismissed his worried eyes.

"Okay everyone settle down." The voices in the room fell silent after a few moments. "Okay," his voice sounded sad and worried, " I notice you all have noticed Rachel's absences." A tear rose in the corner of his eye. He forced it back. "She won't be returning to school." Quinn's head shot up from the floor, a stir of voices came from the other students.

"I told you Berry dropped out." Santana spat, hiding the sadness behind her joking words.

"Mr. Schue," Quinn said in almost a shout as she stood, "why?" everyone looked at Quinn, she just kept her eyes on Mr. Schue as they stared. No one could believe Quinn of all people would be upset about Rachel Berry leaving McKinley. The two girl's rivalry was close to famous throughout the school.

He shook. "Rachel…Rachel has been murdered." Dead silence held for moments.


Rachel Berry had always been prone to midnight walks. Once she ended up fifteen miles away from her house and had to take a bus halfway back. Tonight, however, she went further than usual. She had taken two buses and ended up at a lake, fifty miles away from Lima. It was a clear Saturday night. Rachel looked up at the moon, "New moon," she smiled, "always makes the stars shine."

Only a few hours ago I was with her. Rachel thought as she lay down on the soft grass. The prettiest girl I've ever met. She raised a hand to her cheek, the blush was still there. I wonder what she's doing. Rachel laid there, a giddy child rolling in the grass. Maybe, maybe I should call her. No, that's stupid Rachel you just saw her. I really want to hear her voice though. No, no, no, no. Bad Idea. The subconscious battle raged in her brain for over an hour. Finally she dialed Quinn's number. Hers is the only number of the entire Glee Clubs I have memorized, even Kurts.

"Rachel. Do you know what time it is?" Quinn asked in a harsh,cranky tone.

"Um, no. I just-" Her voice… Rachel smiled at the sound.

"It's two a.m." Quinn cut in. "What do you want?"

I must have woken her up."Oh, I just-" she paused.

"Look, Berry," Berry…? She called me Berry.. Abruptly, Rachel hung up the phone.

Quinn looked at the ceiling and sighed. I shouldn't have to call her Berry when San and Britt are here. It's not fair to her.

"What the hell did Berry want?" Santana questioned.

"Dunno she hung up." Quinn shrugged.

Brittany smirked. She had seen Quinn's face light up and fade when she read the caller ID. She knew better than to push Quinn. "Maybe it was about the Math project. You should call her back.

"History assignment." Santana corrected.

"Right." Brittany smiled.

"Whatever it was can wait 'til tomorrow." Quinn reminded the two. Honestly she wanted to call Rachel and apologize. Quinn longed to tell Rachel how she felt. First she needed to admit it to herself, which she wasn't going to do. Her pride got the better of her.


"Berry." She scoffed at the word. Quinn used to call her Berry when they were enemies. "Berry…" Rachel sat up, confused and hurt. "Hurt? Why should I be hurt? We…" She shook her head rapidly trying to shake off the thoughts of the sweet Quinn she had gotten to know, the Quinn that actually showed her emotions, the Quinn that kissed Rachel's head if she was sad, the Quinn that kept her company when everyone else blew her off. She smiled at the memories. "Berry? She must be with Santana and Brittany!" Right?

Rachel stood up off the grass. Walking toward the peer she couldn't help but think she wasn't alone. Before when she came here there were always a few homeless people around, she carried a few dollars in case one walked up to her asking for money, so naturally she dismissed the footsteps she heard and kept walking toward the dock. "A green light?" she laughed, "How very Daisy Buchanan of them." She sat down and began removing her white shoes, which were now covered in dirt from all the walking in them. Very neatly placed them beside her, stuffing her socks inside them she slid her feet into the ice-cold water. Shivers coursed through her body from the icy touch.


Quinn slowly sat back down. The room filled with gasps and sobs, she was silent. Disbelief filled her. "No!" She stood up again. "That…that can't be true! She called me at two a.m. Sunday morning. Remember, San? Remember? See! She isn't dead, she's jus-" Brittany, who had managed to make her way across the room with no one noticing, wrapped her arms around Quinn. "She's just sick, sick. That's all." She sobbed the words into Brittany's shoulder. Quinn could feel her legs begin to buckle beneath her.

The whole room stared at her. "Shh..Shhh." Brittany cooed as she held Quinn tighter. "It's okay Q., it's o-"

Quinn shoved Brittany off of her, "OKAY! How the hell is it okay?" Quinn screamed. "She's… She's…" Quinn couldn't bring herself to say the word. Dead. She thought. "It's not okay! So don't fucking tell me everything's going to be okay!" The room went silent.

"God, Quinn," Mercedes began in a harsh tone, "Why don't you stop pretending you ever gave a damn about Rachel. You gave her shit since freshman year! You didn't even fucking know her!"

Quinn was taken aback. That's right.. They don't know. They don't know I'm in love with her… Was in love with her. She ran out of the room, with Brittany and Santana not far behind.