Title: Hold Her Hand Too Tight

Part/Chapter: Prologue

Pairing: Faberry

Sub-Pairing: Fapezberry (Friendship), Brittana (Angst)

Type: Romance, Angst

Rating: M

Summary: A false hope in their love is all they have, so she's hanging onto it until it becomes the truth.

So this is an idea that I've wanted to write for a while now. I know that this is kinda short but, I already have the first chapter written after this. I'll probably upload it sometime this week and we'll see where it goes from there. Hope you guys enjoy :)

"We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts... For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth, to know the worst, and to provide for it."

- Patrick Henry

All the noise of the world went unheard as a hand snapped to cover a dry mouth, and the color drained from Rachel's body. A seat. A table. A chair. Anything. She needed something to save her. She needed the weight to be off her feet. The truth needed to be wrong. She needed to drown; she needed to cry she needed to…

Breathe. Her lungs finally filled with air as she gasped making only a single noise since the woman a few feet away told her the news. Letting her eyes close, she pictured the face of her love. Quinn. She saw her smile, her bright hazel eyes and she tried to smile with her. But her mouth wouldn't give. Only sobs broke through the rough, rugged thoughts.

Her Quinn.

She couldn't believe that the world did this. The world that let her sing, the world that gave her Broadway, the world that let her be special. That world was now kicking the wind out of her, making sure she wouldn't get back up.

Strong tan arms wrap around her, rocking her tiny body back and forth as it had so many times before. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry" Rachel didn't understand what for, but she didn't ask. She just cried. Her heart couldn't comprehend words and her mind was too exhausted to try. Minutes passed and the other brunette held her close and soon, with Rachel in her arms, she broke.

"Rachel I…I need you to be strong for her." Her voice cracked, as her body struggled to hold back tears.

Rachel pulled away, opening her eyes to the blurry image before her. Santana was trying hard to keep it together for Rachel, she needed to be a rock, she had always been the rock. Even when scars of the past revealed the difference between her present self and the one of the past; and even when her eyes didn't take on the world anymore and her tongue didn't cut like it used to; Rachel could tell that she was still there. She was still the same Santana protecting the two girls that she loves the most.

"It's going to be okay." Neither girl was sure who said it but it was a lie that begged to be told. The words did little in the eyes of truth but what better comfort than the arms of a false stability. They needed to think that the future was going to be the same as it had always been. The three of them. Rachel, Santana and Quinn.

Rachel's stomach clenched remembering the words that had hung in the air when she stepped foot into the house and her eyes yet again drowned it tears. Shaking her head she continued to deny Santana's words, justifying them with facts that administered a sliver of hope. They had to be wrong.

Sunlight beamed through the windows and the birds remained silent leaving room for the sounds of numbing pain and heartache while Rachel let her eyes wander the house through her tears. The yellow walls proclaimed the memories that no one would forget. Her and Quinn's memories. Her heart wouldn't let go.

It made her want to stop crying. It reminded her of what they lived for and the years to come that they planned for together. Looking at the walls, Rachel let Santana hold her and she made a promise not to give up. The let the walls protect her from what the world screamed was to late. The yellow seeped into her and gave her the hope that she needed to be strong.

Quinn could overcome cancer. She would come out of it with that smile, that laugh and a beautiful bald head to match. And Rachel would be there loving her.

So that was a little taste of the goodness that I hope will continue. Please review and just a question, yay or nay on the writing set up?

R.I.P Cory, we love you Frankenteen