Hey guys! It's me, Lauren. I haven't written fan fiction in a while. I have been so busy lately. But I had this awesome idea for a story, and had to get it out, so here it is! This is Faberry endgame, so look forward to that! Hope you enjoy, and please, please, please review! Big shoutout to my Beta reader Rebecca Ripple, who is incredible, thank you so much.
"Again!" Quinn squealed in excitement, her blonde hair bouncing as she jumped up and down.
"Okay, okay!" Giggled Rachel, and with a flick of her tiny hand, she sent poor Finn's books flying off his desk from the other side of the room. Finn looked around in confusion. There was no one close enough to him to push his books off the table. The two girls tried hard not to give themselves away as they watched from a good eight metres away.
The bell rang, and the class of grade 2s was dismissed. Quinn looked at Rachel with wide, green eyes. "How do you do it?" She asked for the millionth time that day.
"I don't know! I just think about what I want to happen, flick my hand, and- boom- it happens!" Rachel proclaimed, lifting her hand to demonstrate. This time she caused one of the desks to shrink until she was able to pick it up and hold it in one hand.
"Wow." Quinn sighed, looking at her best friend with a certain admiration she held for no one else. "You're amazing Rachel."
Rachel looked back at her friend, lowering her hand and biting her lip. "You- you really think so?" A lot of people had told Rachel this in her life; she was a great singer for her age, and she took ballet lessons, but coming from Quinn, it was special. The words finally meant something to her.
"Yeah!" Quinn giggled, squeezing Rachel in a hug. Rachel blinked, but then hugged back.
Remembering something, Rachel pulled away. "I forgot! I have to show you something!" She was so excited that she took Quinn's hand and quickly ran out of the classroom, dropping the now-miniaturized desk. They ran out of the school, with the energy that only comes with being six- almost seven- years old.
"Where are we going?" Quinn asked, the question only occurring to her when they were halfway to the park.
"Just wait!" Rachel said, giggling because she couldn't wait to see Quinny's face. When they reached the park they stopped running, finally having run out of energy. Quinn's face was red, and she was puffing hard. Rachel was puffing too, but she tried not to show it to her friend who thought she was so great. She kept walking and Quinn pouted.
"How much longer?" She whined, not nearly as excited as Rachel was. The brunette didn't answer, but, instead, continued walking ahead. Quinn rolled her eyes rather unsuccessfully- she was still learning how to- and caught up to her friend. They walked in silence for what seemed forever -so, about 30 seconds- before they came to a rock. A huge rock that was blocking the entrance to a cave, and had done so for as long as anyone could recall.
Rachel stopped in front of the rock, and Quinn followed suit. "Why did we stop?" Quinn asked, puzzled.
"Look," whispered Rachel. Her face filled with concentration. She closed her eyes tightly, like she was making a wish, and lifted her arms above her head. Quinn gasped as the rock began to move. It slowly lifted up, and within a matter of seconds, the cave entrance was completely unblocked. Rachel moved the rock to the left, and let it fall, causing the ground to shake beneath their feet. Rachel looked at Quinn, and then beckoned her into the cave.
As they made their way in, Quinn found herself in the most amazing place she had ever seen. There were pink lights floating in midair. There was a pond in one corner, the water so clear that you could see every scale of the goldfish that swam there. There were a dozen or so roses growing in another section, and a hammock that seemed to grow out of the two trees it was connected to. The whole cave reminded Quinn of an enchanted wood.
"What do you think?" Rachel asked quietly, slightly anxious for Quinn's opinion.
"It's so pretty! Oh, Rachel, I love it!" Quinn said in wonder. "How did you find this place?" Quinn looked around in awe, and Rachel smiled happily as her response.
"I made it." Rachel said quietly. Quinn's mouth dropped.
"You mean, you made all of it?" Rachel nodded excessively, quite proud of her creation, to say the least.
"The flowers? The lights?" Quinn challenged, looking around.
"Yep!"
"Even the goldfish?"
"They took me nearly an hour to make!" Rachel exclaimed.
"Woah…" Quinn smiled. "Your little house is so pretty, Rachel."
"I made it for you, Quinny. This is going to be our place. And no one can take it away from us, because I made it, and we're best friends." Rachel stated definitively.
"We can play here everyday!" Quinn said. She held out her pinky to Rachel expectantly. "Pinky promise?"
"Pinky promise."
Rachel and Quinn went to their cave everyday. Every day, it grew a bit bigger as they both came up with ideas for new decorations and pretty things for their garden. Quinn no doubt was a little upset that she didn't have powers of her own, but she never let it get to her too much. Rachel tried her best to do as many of the things as Quinn wanted her to do, because she knew it must hurt to not be able to do magic. They kept Rachel's powers to themselves; they didn't want anyone trying to get her to do stuff for them, too! Their days were filled with endless wonder, and over the next year, they became so close that they never wanted to spend any time apart.
One afternoon, after a boy had called Quinn some awful names at school, Rachel and Quinn were sitting in the cave garden. They were sitting in an unusual silence, until Quinn spoke up. "Rachel, do you think I'm pretty?" She said sadly, remembering that the boy had pointed out her large nose and curly hair.
"Of course, Quinn! That's a silly question." Rachel laughed as she changed the grass different shades of green.
"No, really. Please Rachel, it's not a joke." Quinn looked at her with such serious eyes that Rachel stopped coloring the grass and studied Quinn's face closely.
"Quinn, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. When you smile, you make me smile because you're so pretty. I wish I was as beautiful as you." Quinn didn't look convinced, so Rachel picked a rose from the bunch of roses that were growing beside them.
"You are as pretty as this rose, Quinn. And no matter what anyone says, you are beautiful. Take this rose. Whenever you think you're not pretty, you can look at it, and you will be pretty. Not because it will make you pretty. You will be pretty because you will believe you're pretty."
Quinn nodded solemnly and took the rose cautiously from Rachel. Before either girl could say anything, they felt the ground shake beneath them. "What was that?" Quinn whispered to Rachel, thinking it was one of her spells.
"I don't know." Rachel's eyebrows furrowed. She looked around the cave. There, at the entrance, was a man. A man is a purple suit with grey eyebrows and magenta hair slicked back with what looked like gel. Both girls stood up and Rachel instinctively stood in front of Quinn, shielding her.
"Rachel Berry?" The man enquired, raising an eyebrow. Rachel nodded, trying to be as brave as she could muster.
"Come with me, please." The man said, turning around, and with his finger, creating a blue door before him. Rachel's eyes widened. She'd never seen anyone else do magic before. The door opened and the man stepped inside. "Well, are you coming?" He asked without turning around. Rachel gulped, and looked back at Quinn.
"Stay here. I'll be okay." Quinn looked like she wanted to protest, but wasn't quite sure how to. Rachel smiled at her, trying to be reassuring, and followed the man through the door.
As the door closed behind Rachel, it disappeared. Rachel wanted to cry. How was she going to get back to Quinn now?
"Who are you?" Rachel asked, her bottom lip trembling slightly. The man sighed.
"No need to be scared of me, Rachel, I will not hurt you." He said, and it sounded almost rehearsed.
"And how did you know my name?" Rachel's tone grew stronger.
"It does not matter. What does matter right now is that I'm like you. No doubt you've discovered that you're special. You have powers, yes?"
"I- I can do magic, yes." Rachel said uncertainly, still unwilling to believe that this man could do what she could do.
"And quite well, I must say so, judging from that cave." Rachel almost smiled at that compliment, but caught herself.
"What do you want? Why are you here?" The man rolled his eyes.
"You young ones. Always so curious." He said distastefully. "I can't tell you much today. I was merely sent to inform you that you must cease contact with your friend, Quinn."
Rachel wanted to scream. "You can't tell me what to do! Quinn is my very best friend. I can't not be her friend anymore!"
"I'm afraid you must. She is not like you and me. People like her cannot know about our powers, it's not right." The calmness of his tone made Rachel even angrier.
The small girl was fired up. "But I can't just tell her we can't be friends! She'll know something is wrong. She always does. And if you think that we can just stop being friends without her asking questions-"
"She won't ask questions." He said these words so matter-of-factly that Rachel lost her rage and adrenaline.
"Why?" Rachel's eyebrows creased in confusion.
"Because she won't remember you. Rachel, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. After we wrap up this conversation, I have been given orders to alter the young girl's memory so she remembers nothing of you, your magic, or the cave, and her entire past is replaced with alternate memories." The sudden coldness in his voice sent chills through Rachel.
"She won't remember who I am?" Rachel lowered her head, feeling tears swell up in her eyes.
"I'm afraid not." Rachel was speechless. She knew that she couldn't change his mind. There was something about him that made her think there was nothing he liked more than to follow orders.
"Can you do me a favour then?" The tears were falling off her face, Rachel could no longer control her emotions, or be strong for Quinn.
"If it is within my power and line of orders." The man said, in a more empathetic voice.
"Can you replace her memories with happy ones? I'd like her to have a happy past… even if I'm not in it." Rachel swallowed back the tears.
"I believe I can manage that." The man lifted his finger once more and the door appeared again. Rachel walked out and attempted to smile when she saw Quinn staring back at her.
"Rachel! What took you so long? Are you okay? Who is the weird guy?" Quinn said this all very fast, and Rachel could barely even hear her over the thudding of her own heart.
"I'm so sorry, Quinn. I love you so much. You know that, right? You know how much I love you?"
Quinn looked at her as if her friend had gone crazy. "Of course I do… Rach, what's going on?"
"I loved being your friend more than anything." Rachel was crying again, and Quinn held her.
"Rachel, you're making me scared." Rachel shook her head for no apparent reason, and pulled away slowly.
"I'll never forget you, Quinn." Quinn looked at her up and down, trying to understand what was happening, but she couldn't, so she went along with it.
"I'll never forget you either." Quinn said, which seemed to make Rachel even more upset.
"Are you two done?" The man had grown impatient. Rachel nodded. She knew that she'd never be ready, so now was as good a time as any. She walked away from her friend. Quinn looked from Rachel to the man, back to Rachel again.
The man took a breath. "Quinn, I'm going to need you to close your eyes." The blonde, after receiving a shaky, tear filled nod from Rachel, did so, the confusion etched into her face.
"Now, fall asleep." Rachel was unsure how he could have such powers over Quinn, but within a couple of seconds, Quinn was, in fact, snoring. He lifted her with a flick of his hand, and out the entrance the two of them went. Rachel didn't follow, but instead peered out. After a few minutes of hand waving and such, the man seemed to be finished. He looked over at the still-crying figure of Rachel, and raised a hand in farewell. He disappeared into thin air, and as soon as he did so, Quinn's eyes reopened. Rachel was so tempted to run to her, but she knew she wouldn't know who she was.
Quinn shook her head as if shaking off a bad thought, and walked away as if nothing had happened, as if everything was normal. Rachel finally exited the cave, the last tear falling from her cheek. She moved the rock in front of the entrance, with the knowledge that she would probably never open it again.
Did you like it? I hope so! If you did, please leave a review so I know whether to continue it or not. I probably will, though. If I indeed, do, the next chapter will be when they are in high school :) Thanks for reading!