A/N: I'm just putting this here, at the very beginning, so I won't have to do it every single time. Glee or it's characters obviously does not belong to me, I'm merely borrowing the writer's characters and ideas for my own amusement, or something.
"Rachel"
It still feels weird to say that name, given that she'd avoided addressing the other girl by her given name –it provided distance, somehow. And God knows she needed that.
"Yes, Quinn?" Rachel looked more curious than surprised at hearing her name being called by the blonde, but she never really voiced the obvious question that was going through her head that moment.
Quinn opened her mouth to speak, but words failed her, and she just ended up closing it. She really had no idea why she called out to the petite brunette, or if she had anything to tell her at all.
"It's nothing, forget about it." She turned to leave, but Rachel's question kept her rooted in place.
"Are you alright?"
It's quite ironic, how Rachel keeps on thinking of someone else's well-being before her own. No one else seems to realize or even acknowledge how selfless the brunette actually is, beyond her incessant rambling about Glee club and her metaphors and her dreams about Broadway –it's… just… really frustrating.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Quinn's response was almost automatic, she didn't even have to stop and think about it and it's just… out there, all of a sudden.
Rachel's hesitant "If you're sure…" was almost drowned by the doorknob's click, when Quinn left and the door closed behind her.
Although, the blonde thinks, what's more frustrating –is when she realizes how Rachel Berry is the only one capable of seeing right through her carefully crafted façade, up to date.
She still has no idea why.