A/N: This is for someone I hold dear to me.
We were in our final year of high school; summer had seen us go through a lot of changes. Quinn and I were no longer fighting constantly, we were able to talk, able to get along for the sake of ourselves, and the people we cared about, we put our differences aside, and concentrated on what was important, our education and our friends. The first day of semester was the day some of us had been dreading, others were looking forward to, and we got to see everyone again. I was excited for my first day of being a senior; the morning couldn't go quick enough.
What we…I hadn't been expecting on that very first day, was to be sat in Glee club, with Mercedes and Santana, fighting over Solo's, as always, and Quinn and Brittany to walk in, hand in hand, close, in honest, deep down passionate love. I smiled, and Santana put a hand on my shoulder, but I shook my head at her, still smiling. It wasn't forced, it wasn't painful, I was genuinely happy that Quinn had got that one person she'd wanted. Quinn made eye contact with me, and there was something in her eyes, something deep. I mouthed 'congrats' to her, before returning to the argument with Santana and Mercedes. Glee club was just a chance to catch up, no-one questioned Quinn's and Brittany's relationship, they acted like that it was normal, because it was normal, Quinn belonged with Brittany, and everyone knew that, everyone saw that.
Spanish class, and I and Quinn got put together, there was a simple shrug and a smile, and we didn't fight about it, like we would have done a few months ago.
"You aren't mad." Quinn whispered to me, during lesson, trying to break the kind of awkward tension between us.
I looked at her, and smiled at her. How could I be mad with her, when she was so happy? I couldn't be mad when she was happy; all I wanted was for her to be happy.
"No, Quinn, I'm happy for you." I smiled again, she gave me a suspicious 'I know you' glare before laughing at herself, and she could tell I was genuine. That was where the awkwardness, and tension between us stopped, she was happy. I was happy that she was happy, their love was real, it was unique, it made me see that life doesn't come easy to some people, but to others, if you try and you just let things happen, then love does come your way.
"So, is there anyone in your life?" she asked curiously, knowing she was stepping on awkward ground.
I quickly looked at her, and raised an eyebrow. Should I lie to her, so that she might not feel as bad? I shook my head to both my mental question, and hers. She looked at me, puzzled.
"Why not?" she asked, distracting me from my work, I gave her an odd look.
Why would she care? What does my life have to do with her anymore?
I ignored my head, and shrugged. I didn't want someone else at the moment; I had to concentrate on my life, my education. Love, romance, anything that could ruin me again… I couldn't let it in, love broke me once, I wasn't going to let it do it to me again for a second time. I knew what I had to lose if I did, I wasn't going to let it happen. I was going to be happy on my own.
"there has to be someone." Quinn seemed panicked, almost upset.
"Quinn, there's no-one. I'm happy like this." I explained to her, simply, not looking at her, knowing that her eyes, the way she looked at me, would probably make me cry, I was stronger than that, the tears were a sign of my weakness.
"Rach'" she touched my arm, I flinched away. She was hurt by that action. "You need to move on."
Her words were firm, demanding, yet caring, concerned.
"Rachel, as your friend, I am telling you, you have to move on."
a/n: this is short and quick, when someone gets an idea into my head, I have to write it. so ummm…shall I continue with this or not?