Disclaimer: I do not have any relation to Glee or any of the writers on Fox. Purely fictional.
From the very beginning, she was in love with him. She hasn't mean to, she just does. Often, she would tell herself that it was some form of infatuation; something that would fizzle away into a memory when she was older. But it didn't. If she could, she would wish that she wouldn't be in love with him. The entire high school population adored him, and oh she wished she wasn't one of those who would fantasise about the boy. She was much too mature to know better. But she does fantasise about how he might notice her though. Occasionally of course, she wasn't a creepy person. But oh dear, from the very beginning, she was and will always be in love with him. And he was a boy named Finn Hudson.
He had a girlfriend, and she was the most popular of all. A Ms Quinn Fabray. One reason why the rest of the girl community wouldn't compete for his attention was because she honestly was the prettiest at their school. Rachel calls them the IT COUPLE, along with everyone else because well, they were everything. She could go on and on about how perfect they were for each other, but that could lead to her feeling the green eyed monster so lets just leave it as, she had a love/hate relationship about them.
It was one Friday afternoon, when she would be in the hallways alone because everyone knew better than to hang around unless it was absolutely necessary. She sighed audibly, as she stuffed her slushied sweater in her bag. She absolutely had it with the day. It wasn't going well, very much like the rest of her high school life, but today, it was just the worse. There was nothing else more terrible that could take place. Or so she thought. Because when she heard the news, she squeezed her eyes shut and took everything that had happened before to be a blessing.
Everything happened in a flurry right after. She was the only child, so really she had to absorb every little detail about the car crash. First, there was the call from the hospital. Then, there were the questions by the police. Right after, there were these interviews by the local news because Lima was a small town and every single accident would never go unnoticed.
Rachel Berry barely had time to process anything, and that included the realisation of losing both her fathers in one night. But just when everyone that bothered her finally dispersed, she found herself sitting on the couch in her lifeless living room. Empty boxes were sprawled across the carpet her daddy so painstakingly chose with her, and all she could do was to wish it was just a dream. Tears were springing, but she willed herself to be strong.
The night seemed darker than usual, much colder than before, and in the Berry household, much more still than it has ever been. She allowed her eyes to roam around the room, trying to sniff every bit of her fathers' presence before reality came around and bite her in the neck again. She couldn't bear to let her eyes linger on the family portraits in the living room. But she allowed the memory of their faces to lure her to a deep slumber, one that she hoped could've lasted forever.
From the very beginning, she always had a normal life. And in one afternoon, everything had changed.
Okay, so here I am with a new multi-chapter fic! I am sorry to say that each of these chapters would be as short as the ones in Best Fake. I guess for some readers, you would have already guessed that I'm not very good with typing out long ones cause it would take AGES for me to update! Alas, here we are with a new one and I do hope you'll love it! ;) xx