Before you start reading this i have a few things to say. If your here from my previous works I'm sorry its not a RWBY story, they probably will be one in the future but right now Im working on this. Secondly, I don't know how fast i'll be with the updates. I currently have the first five and half chapters written (each being just over 6k words) but right now i'm in a bit of a slump when it comes to writing. I will put new chapters out based one how much i'm writing. I'm not going to say something like 'review and the chapters will come faster' because it'd be a lie. Thanks you for giving this story a shot and I hope you enjoy.
Alone In This House
Chapter One: Alone In This House.
Quinn Fabray.
Quinn Fucking Fabray.
Fucking Quinn Fucking Fabray.
Rachel paused as the though snarled to life, surprising herself. Her own words made her paused for multiple reasons, one of them being the images that seared into life at the words. Visions of a beautiful blonde laying beneath her, panting, gasping desperately for breath, her face tinge pink with heat as she groaned out in pleasure. The imaginary feeling of soft flesh came to life on her fingertips as she graze hands gently down a taunt stomach, along hips and landing on exposed thighs. Rachel felt her own breath force itself from her lungs and her knees turn to jelly, almost giving out beneath her. She felt her stomach tie itself into knots, pulling painfully tight until she thought she was going to throw up.
When she registered the droplets of water crashing against her face, shattering on her skin, the anger that had let to troublesome thoughts being to flow back into her body. She started her stride back up again, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. The wind raced against the bare flesh of her neck and legs causing constant shivers to roll throughout her body. Her damp hair whipped back and forth, due to a combination of the wind and her powerful stride. Her shoes clicked lightly against the pavement but it was barely noticeable against the dull roar of the sudden, torrential rain that thundered loudly in Rachel's ears.
She barely saw anything as she walked down the street towards her house. She only saw red, could only see red. She was just fed up, so fed up with...practically everything. She was fed up with McKinley, with its messed up social hierarchy and dismissive, useless teachers that turn a blind eye to it all. She was fed up with the Glee club and how they treated her like crap until the moment they needed her. She was fed up with Finn Hudson and his apparent Bipolar disorder, one moment swearing he loved her then calling her a selfish bitch the next.
And most of all she was fed up with Quinn Fabray. Quinn was a completely mystery to Rachel, she couldn't, for the life of her, figure the vicious cheerio out. Most of the time she was tossing slushies and scolding insult like they're going out of style. She ruled the school with an iron fist and took no prisoners. She was absolutely ruthless, except she wasn't.
Every time Rachel had been slushied, after getting over the initial shock of the familiar sensation of an icy slap to the face, she would look up and see Quinn. The girl would usually be stood some way down the hall, smirking evilly, pure glee written all over her face, seemingly happy with the outcome she was looking at.
Except when Rachel met her eyes they would be hollow, grey, lifeless, desolate. They would show no sign of the happiness and mirth that was plastered on her face. Some thing indescribable would flicker behind those hazel eyes and then she would spin on her heels, her cheerios skirt punctuating the message she had just sent with a flourish.
Rachel would stare after the girls retreating form until the chill from the icy corn syrup running down her back would cause her to flee to the bathroom, away from the laughter and the mocking stares.
The sound of a car whizzing past, causing a light spray of the water to jump up from the road and collide with Rachel's leg, causing her irritation to lurch back up instantly. Her stride that had fallen to only partial annoyance again picked back to the forcefully march of someone scorned.
Her mind started to replay the day back to her, starting with Finn and ending with Quinn.
He had approached her spouting his usually speech about how he still loved her, despite the fact that they had broken up almost a year ago, and that he wanted her back, saying they could spend the summer together, happy and in love.
She hadn't had the tolerance at that point to endure his rather long winded apology, that he delivered like it was a speech he read from poorly scrawled writing on the back of his hand, so she just cut him off with a simple no.
The rejection had fallen from her lips without the usually cushion that she chose to provide, to soften the impact and reduce the hurt. The hurt look from her blunt words, or word, she guessed in this case, didn't even make her cringe with sympathy like usual. It didn't make her want to comfort the giant idiot like usual. She just wanted to leave the conversation like that and trudge on though her last day as a junior.
But of course he wasn't done and as usual his tone had turned from that of a wounded puppy to purely accusatory.
"I can't believe this Rach. You were the reason we broke up and now I want to get back together and you're turning me down."
She had again interrupted him and this time something she didn't entirely expect slipped past her lips.
"Oh Finn, will you please just shut the fuck up with you're self-righteous bullshit. Please just spare me a migraine and move along."
He had just stared at her in shock before calling her a bitch and turning around, throwing a fist into the lockers before deflating and sulking away, muttering obscenities beneath his breath. Her outburst had draw a few stares, as she didn't blow up like that often and definitely not at Finn.
The looks she got ranged from somewhere between slight fear to respect. She realised that the looks of respect were for finally not letting him walk all over her and she nodded to herself, giving herself as slight pep talk in her mind before getting on with her day.
For the rest of the day people gave her a wide birth as Rachel's annoyance seemed to just radiate off her. She managed to get through the rest of her classes without screaming at anyone, but that was probably due to the fact that no one talked to her for the rest of the day.
By the time glee rolled around, word of her outburst had travelled around school and she received a plethora of looks as she walked into the full choir room. She got hurt, annoyance filled looks from Finn, but that much was obvious, and Kurt, who was probably just acting out of brotherly love of some sort. She got confused looks from most of the glee club members, which included Mercedes, Tina, Mike, Matt, Artie, Sam. Lauren just looked like she didn't particularly care about what was going on around her. Brittany had given her a sad look and a small wave, Rachel couldn't help but smile back, even if it was a tad weak. From Puck and, surprisingly, Santana she had gotten a look that was strange mixture of approval and respect.
The strangest look was from Quinn thought, but that much wasn't surprising. Quinn had always looked at her in a way that made her heart pound slightly. Like she didn't particularly care but also like she was holding something back. Like she somehow knew that Rachel would know she did care, but didn't want anyone else to know for some reason. Just the fact that she might, actually care made her heart race.
Today the look she got was like all the other looks but magnified a thousand times over. It held so many emotions, that were so intense they almost knocked her over. They were all there, but they swam just below the surface. It was as if she was schooling her own expression, but her emotions were all there dancing like flames behind her eyes.
There was slight confusion, apprehension as she seemingly looked Rachel up and down, studying her, trying to find out whatever caused her rage. There was that same respect that she got from Santana and Puck. There was understanding and somber happiness, like she understood that Rachel was annoyed at herself for letting herself get riled up like that and hurting Finn but also glad she had. The one thing that stood out more than anything though was the slight flicker of hope and Rachel just couldn't rap her head around what it meant
For the rest of glee she had just sat silently in her seat, counting the seconds until it was over. Mr. Schuester had given her a few odd looks throughout his usually speech of understand and friendship and whatever else of that nature.
Throughout the meeting she felt a pair of eyes burning a whole in her back, but it wasn't a bad sensation so she ruled out Finn. And that only left Quinn.
As the realisation came upon her she felt heat flare slightly in her face under the blondes gaze and she felt a shiver crawl up her neck. She wanted to turn around, she wanted to confirm her suspicious and her curiosity nagged at her, but mostly just wanted to meet the cheerios eyes. She wanted to see those eyes and see what was hiding behind those evil sneers and ruthless insults.
But she didn't. She knew that Quinn would just look away the instant she started to turn and any hint of whatever she was feeling would just vanish, like smoke, into thin air.
When she had left she had throw a glance backwards at Quinn but the girl wasn't looking at Rachel and focused instead on packing away the book she had been reading, or most likely pretending to read, during glee. She was putting it away in a way that seemed deliberately slow and Rachel just sighed before making her way towards the exit.
Just as she pushed the door open leave the school she heard the light tapping of footsteps and the call of her heard.
Well, almost her name.
"Berry!"
She turn around, surprised, but only slightly, to see Quinn, because if anyone was calling her it would be Quinn.
Rachel stopped and waited, holding the door open as Quinn slipped outside with her and then she let it fall closed.
The silence had been awkward as Quinn stood before her, seemingly debating with herself as her eyes darted back and forth. Rachel could swear that she saw the other girl open her mouth to speak but pause, shaking her head slightly and closing it again.
"Is there something you need Quinn?" Rachel asked, allowing herself a small feeling of hope.
The girl paused for a moment, then her eyes narrowed but Rachel couldn't help but think she looked more scared that intimidating.
"Nothing Berry, just want to tell you have a good time alone this summer." She smirked, but the comment, nor the look had the intended effect on Rachel. Rachel could see in the girls eyes that she didn't mean it.
She just looked up at Quinn, disappointed, and then shook her head, feeling quite childish for expecting, hoping, for anything else.
"Whatever Quinn." She muttered, walking away.
She got in her car without even looking back.
Two minutes later said car broke down, leading her to her where she was now, walking through the rain, probably looking like a lunatic.
Her eyes were tailored to the concrete bellow her as she walked the whole was back from William McKinley to her house. She felt the cold and the rain soaking into her clothes but she couldn't find it in herself to care. She hated these clothes anyway, all the argyle and knee socks. She only wore them so when she got the next inevitable slushy facial none of the clothes she actually liked would get ruined.
She turned on to the pathway to her house almost automatically. Halfway up the path she took a glance up at the house, tearing her eyes away from the cracked concrete for a moment, to see her house. All the lights were off, no cars in the driveway, no sound came from the house, but that wasn't a surprise, it never was.
It wasn't surprising in the least but it still hurt and it was the final blow. It was like the day had slowly slid a knife into her heart, so slowly and carefully that she barely even noticed, but Quinn's comment had thrust the knife into her so painfully. And now, this was just twisting the knife, round and round in her chest, maiming her heart.
She stalked up to the front door, gripping the hand almost painfully tight. She took a breath, trying, and failing, to calm herself at least a little bit. But she couldn't, it didn't help at all. As soon as her supposed calming breath lefts her lips her anger just bubbled back up but this times it was ten times worse.
It was ten times worse because now instead of just the all encompassing rage, she felt, bitter, hollow sadness mixed in, making her stomach churn with anguish.
It was ten times worse because she knew this would how she would feel every time she walked up this pathway, every time she came home from school, every day for the whole summer.
She yanked the door open, practically ripping it off the hinges, stepped inside and slammed it shut with a satisfying crash. The house actually shook and for a moment everything was silent before the sound of glass shattering filled the void Rachel Berry called a home.
She flicked the light switch on to see a photo frame lying of the ground, shattered glass scattered about it.
Rachel felt her heart turn to lead and it sink to her feet. She took a few shaky steps over to the picture, falling to her knees beside it, not caring about the shards of glass tearing into the skin of her legs. She reached out a ran a finger along the frame, feeling the rough wood beneath her fingertip, following the bumps and grooves without a second thought.
She looked down at the smashed frame, a picture of her sandwiched between her two fathers staring back up at her. It was mocking, in a way, them peering up at her with smiles and joyful eyes. And then there was the younger version off herself, the same expression plaster all over her face. Rachel just felt pity for her past self.
If only you knew, Rachel thought bitterly as she met the eyes of her younger self.
She picked up the frame and tossed it in the trash bin that was kept near the front door and walking away, not bothering to clean up the glass.
She wanted to cry and kick and scream and just wish that it would all go away but she knew that wouldn't help. She just wanted the hurt and the loneliness to disappear but she knew she would only be getting her hopes up for the inevitable heartbreak she would feel when she woke up tomorrow and nothing had change.
She made her way into the kitchen, pulling out a tub of vegan ice-cream from the freezer. She then made her way upstairs to her room, grabbing the quilt from her bed and dragged it back downstairs with her.
She dropped onto the couch in the living room, cocooning herself inside the safety and warmth of her quilt. Rachel grabbed the TV remote off the table and switched it on, flipping through channels mindlessly until she landed on some random daytime reality show she barely recognised.
The bight images flickered in front of her but Rachel didn't see any of it. It was just a blur of colours and voices drifting around the room. She had picked one spot, the top right corner of the screen, and had been staring at it for the past hour.
Every now and again she would dig her spoon into the ice cream and she could feel in vivid detail the lump of cold slide down her throat and settle in her stomach. She couldn't even really taste it, as if all her senses at that moment were numbed from the anger and bitterness she'd been feeling.
But that was probably for the best, she needed time to cool off before she did something stupid. Before she did something that she couldn't take back no matter how much she wanted to.
Time drifted by effortlessly but Rachel's mind didn't make a sound. She sat in silence, trying to keep her focus on the incomprehensible images on the screen and the strange contrast between warm and cold provided by the ice cream and quilt.
And it worked, in part. Hours drifted by seamlessly and her anger start to ebb, becoming blunter and blunter instead of the razor sharp knife it was before. She felt herself take a deep breath, wondering if she should move now.
Quinn's comment again came to mind, the words burning into her mind like acid, scarring themselves into her conscious. She realised instantly that she shouldn't be moving, or thinking, just yet.
She let herself drift back into the state of barely conscious that she was in two minutes ago. She felt her eyelids grow heavy and close completely of their own will.
It was that kind of sleep where you close you eyes for a moment and when you open them five hours had pasted. It was that kind of second long sleep that left you so dazed and confused that you had no idea what was going on.
All the could hear was the sound of an annoying beep coming from somewhere beside her. Her eyes still trained to the TV, which showed some poor soul putting his whole heart into trying to sell some kind of fitness training programme that he assured is different from all the others, she reached beside her and blind felt for her phone.
She brought the phone up to her sight, the light stinging her eyes but he endured. She looked at the same message she had left herself along with her ten o'clock alarm. She had set it because she tended to go way into the night rehearsing or studying and ended up not getting enough sleep. She quickly shut the alarm off.
She check the time. Three in the morning.
She still felt tired, despite that she just sleep from probably seven hours, but she resisted the urge to crawl upstairs and collapse in her bed.
She unlocked the phone and opened up her contacts. She scrolled through them, looking at all the people who she knew wouldn't there for her, no matter how much she begged. Her contacts mostly consisted of the glee club and her fathers.
She couldn't bring herself to delete them from her contact, no matter how angry she got or how sad. She felt she couldn't do it.
Her eye caught one name in particular, Quinn.
The stared down at the name for a moment, thinking of all the times she had offered Quinn her friendship when she thought the blonde needed it the most, would appreciate it the most, and all of the times that it had been thrown back in her face. Rachel thought back to the comment Quinn made earlier and even though she didn't know, she couldn't know, it still stung deep, engraving itself onto her skin.
She realised that she wanted nothing to do with the blonde, not anymore.
So she opened up a new message and started typing.
Quinn, I am sorry for the ungodly hour but I felt that I had to say this now. My offer of friendship has now been revoked. I know it probably wont make a difference to you either way but I thought I should at least let you know.
-Rachel*
Quinn groaned, rolling over in her bed after being woken up by her text tone going off. She stared up at her ceiling, asking why? Why her? Why did someone choose to text her at whatever god-damn time it is.
She rubbed whatever sleep from her eyes and reached over to her bedside table and dropped her hand down on her phone, dragging it off the table. Her arm hung limply off the side of her bed before she half-heartedly pulled the limb back to her side.
For a moment she thought about just ignoring it but the curiosity got the better of her, wondering who the hell could be texting her in the middle of the night. As she brought her phone up to her face all she could hope is that it wasn't a drunk Santana asking her if she wanted to 'hook up' again.
She read the message, then re-read it once more and felt her stomach turn to lead. She felt tears sting at the corners of her eyes but pushed them back. She forced herself to take a breath, forced her brain into motion. She forced the gears to turn in mind, question after question springing forth.
Why was Rachel texting her at three a.m?
She read the message once more, still digesting the words. She felt the tears become painful in their attempt to escape from behind her eyes but she took another deep breath.
She never thought Rachel would say something like this to her, she knew Rachel wouldn't. She should know after all, she had been watching the girl every chance she got for the past two years. She knew Rachel.
After all who doesn't know the person you love.
She knew Rachel and she knew what this was.
This was a desperate cry for attention.
She thought back to the school earlier, to when she first saw Rachel that day, standing by her lockers and once again Quinn couldn't comprehend how anyone could be so perfect. After a few moments letting her eyes linger on the girl she forced herself to look away and continued to her first period class.
She had heard about Rachel and Finn's argument that day and her heart soared at the words. She figured that Rachel was truly over Finn and even though she knew she wouldn't act on it but just the fact that the girl was single and moved on opened up Quinn's imagination to all sorts of different fantasies.
She at least let herself have Rachel in her imagination after denying herself any chance in real life.
But then she thought about how Rachel looked as she stood in the doorway to the choir room, her gaze sweeping over the glee club. The look in her eye was so defeated, so fed up, like she just didn't care anymore.
In that moment Quinn felt her heart burn painfully, sympathy and guilt bubbling up inside of her. She hated the look in the girls eyes and knew that, in some way, she was at fault. She hated herself for it but it was a hard habit to break.
Every time Rachel even attempted to get close, Quinn pushed with everything she had, her fears getting the better of her.
Which was exactly what happened just after glee club, but instead of Rachel trying to get close it was Quinn herself, but in the end Quinn just ended up pushing again. But this time it was different, she couldn't pretend that she didn't see that hopeful look in Rachel's eyes when Quinn had caught up to her. She had expected shouting, a long winded rant from the tiny diva but what she didn't expect was the disappointment that had laced the girls tone as she walked away.
She had meant to ask if they could hang out sometime during the summer, she had meant to ask if they could talk, so she could apologise. But instead a snide comment came tumbling out her mouth without her even thinking about it.
For the rest of the day she couldn't get that moment out of her mind, that moment where it felt like someone reached out and crushed her heart in the palm of her hand. She watched the girl walk away to her car, feeling helpless.
She knew that this was a desperate cry for attention, and for once she was going to give Rachel what she wanted.
Quinn stood up, flicking her bedroom light on and rummaging through her draws to find some clothes. She threw on a sweatshirt that reached her mid thigh and some jogging pants, not really caring how she looked right now.
She snuck downstairs, knowing that if her mom caught her she wouldn't be going anywhere. She would deal with whatever punishment she got for sneaking out later.
She made her way to her car, pulling away from her house. Her car sped down the empty streets of a slumbering Lima. Her dread grew with every turn of the wheels and before she knew it she found herself outside Rachel's house, but even then she found it took too long.
She stormed up the pathway and raised her hand to knock but hesitated.
What if Rachel didn't want to see her? Clearly she didn't if her text was anything to go by, but at least Rachel was thinking about her. What about her fathers? Surely they wouldn't take to kindly to their only child's bully showing up at their house at three thirty in the morning. But if she didn't want to see Quinn then why text her at all? If she really want nothing to do with her Rachel could have just not said anything at all. So clearly she wanted to be noticed in some way. Clearly she needed someone and in that moment and she felt Quinn was the only one who would pay any attention.
As soon as that final though past through her mind she rapped her fist against the wooden door, the knocking sounding loud and out of place in the silence of the morning. She stood there for a minute, her heart practically beating out of her chest, painfully colliding with her rip cage with every pulse.
When no one answered she knocked again, louder this time.
A few seconds past and she heard footsteps behind the door, Quinn breathing a sigh a relief. The peephole flip open and Quinn tried to look friendly under whoever's gaze. She heard in close again and then the locks turn and click until the door was pulling open.
The sight that greeted Quinn wasn't an unpleasant one, Rachel Berry in a tank top and sinfully short, hot pink boy shorts. If this was how she dress for bed every night, Quinn suddenly regret refusing all those offers of sleepovers because this, this was a sight she could get used to.
She focused her attention back on the girls face seeing a expectant look, one of slight annoyance and curiosity. The look Rachel was giving her didn't hide the redness of her eyes.
"What do you want Quinn?" Rachel asked, sounding tired.
What did she want? Quinn didn't really know. She wanted Rachel. But she couldn't achieve that right now. So what did she think she would get out of this trip? Maybe to provide some kind of comfort to the other girl? Maybe she should ask her the question that got stuck in her throat earlier that day.
"I just want to talk to you." Quinn tried.
"Well I don't want to talk to you." Rachel said back.
Rachel moved to shut the door but Quinn's hand shot out and held it open.
"Please...just, hear me out? Please?" Quinn pleaded and Rachel must have heard the desperation in her voice because she just stared for a moment before nodding and walking back into the house, leaving the door open for Quinn.
Quinn just stood there for a moment, not quiet sure if she was welcome in the house.
"Well come in then, if were going to talk I don't want to freeze as well. Despite the fact that I hear the last state of freezing to death is euphoria I don't quite want to put it to the test." Rachel said over her shoulder as she made her way back to the couch.
Quinn shook her head as a smile crept up on her. Even when seemingly depressed and had just spent what was probably hours crying Rachel was so very Rachel Berry.
Quinn took a step into the house and her amusement drain from her completely when she noticed the shattered glass on the floor in the entry way. At first she didn't know what to make of it and her eyes drifted over to the bin and she caught sight of the picture still in its frame laying into the waste bin and her frown grew.
She walked towards whereever Rachel had gone and found the girl sat on the couch, a blanket pooled at her side. Her eyes caught the TV and noticed the random infomercial playing and her eyebrows scrunched up slightly before turning back to the other girl. The scene seemed so odd to Quinn, probably because she knew something was very wrong but Rachel was sat there like nothing was going on.
"Okay, Berry. What the hell is going on?" Quinn asked exasperated, frustratedly confused.
Rachel's gaze casually shifted over to her, as if they were just two friends who were chating but the look in her eyes, hollow, as if she wasn't actually there in that moment, told Quinn that this wasn't going to just be casual small talk and a bit of friendly banter.
"I don't know what you mean Quinn." Rachel said, but Quinn could tell her confusion and disinterest was force. Rachel was a good actress but a terrible liar.
"Well, first of all of you texted me at three a.m, practically telling me you hated me-"
"I don't hate you Quinn." Rachel cut her off.
For a moment Quinn was stunned, eyes wide and mouth hanging open in an attempt at whatever word was supposed to be next. She felt a warm flutter inside her chest at the girl's words, mentally breathing a sigh of relief. Before the smile could burst onto her face she quickly carried on, pretending to ignore what Rachel had just said.
"-and then I get here to find that you have been crying and there's a smashed picture of you and your dads in the trash."
Rachel said nothing and her gaze fell form where it had been adamantly and defiantly lock on Quinn's. Realising that Rachel wasn't going to say anything she continued.
"Is this all because you accidentally smash a picture of something? I mean I know family means a lot to you and I know you can be a bit dramatic and you probably treasure family photos like that but-"
Rachel seemed to shift and it caught Quinn's eye. She stop speaking abruptly as she saw the girls eyebrow pinch and her eyes narrow, thinking she hit a nerve and was about to back away in preparation for whatever out burst was sure to come. She expected a rant on how important family memories are and how you must treasure those moments. She expected a passion speech underlined with simmering anger.
But nothing like that happened, Rachel just calming stood from her seat on the couch. She looked calm, but it was the kind of calmness that was more unnerving that relaxing. It was less calm and more like...lifeless.
Rachel took a few steps over to a coffee table and pick up a picture frame that was placed on top of it. Quinn watched her with a growing sense of dread. Her movements were so precise and sure that it was unnerving, almost like she was a robot programmed to do exactly this. Quinn watched the girl stare down at the photo for a moment but she couldn't see the expression that adorned the girls face, it being blocked by a curtain of brown hair.
Suddenly, in a way that so slow and so fast at the same time, Rachel coiled the arm with the photo in it and threw the frame across the room with a flick of her wrist. Quinn watch with wide eyes as the frame soared across the room, colliding with the opposite wall with a magnificent crash. She watch as it plummeted to the floor, the photograph of Rachel's two dads fall from its hold and drifting gracefully down to the ground. Quinn just staring in silence for a moment before turning to look at Rachel.
The sentence died on her tongue when she saw Rachel's expression. The girl was looking right at her with the same look she was wearing just before glee but ten time more. It was the look of a dead woman walking, lifeless and hollow. It was the look of someone who had given up, who didn't care at least in that very moment. In that moment Rachel Berry didn't exist and only an empty shell was left behind
And Quinn's heart broke, shattered into a thousand tiny pieces and she didn't think it would ever be the same again. There was a dull ache. It throbbed as it beat, the beat itself seemingly slow and laboured, as if she was having to put extra effort just get it to move. She didn't really understand what was happening but tears stung at the corners of her eyes. She never really knew there could pain like this, she thought that pain like this, complete and utter heart wrenching pain, didn't exists, that it was something of fairy tales and trashy romance novels. But now she knew, as Rachel looked at her with that look that wasn't anything, it just was, she knew.
The moment pasted and time seemed to move again and slowly Quinn's heart started to beat properly again. She was left with the wind sucked from her lungs and wondering if whatever just happened was actually real or if she just imagined it. But she knew it was real, because it was still there, that look, for a second it was still there then Rachel shrugged and dropped down on the sofa. The ache was still there too, dulled but still there and she wondered it if would go away when Rachel smiled. She wondered what it would feel like without it there, as if she couldn't remember what it was like without the painful throbbing in her chest.
"You meant those photos?" She asked but Quinn knew not to answer.
Quinn looked over to the glass shattered all over the floor, thinking about the sound of shattering glass, how it had echoed off the walls off her mind. She thought that if the Berry's were upstairs then they were definitely awake now. But if they were awaken then why hadn't them come down? Then that must mean there weren't here right? That was the only thing that Quinn could come up with.
That caused Quinn to think back to the last time she saw them, the last time she meet them and she realised that there wasn't a last time. She realised that she had never met the Berry men and not just that she had never even seen them, not even talking to Rachel after sectionals. And Quinn was pretty sure that if they were there Rachel would have introduced them, she always seemed so proud of her dads so Quinn couldn't really understand why she wouldn't.
Quinn's eyes found the girl sat on the couch, seeing her staring dejectedly at the carpet beneath her feet. Her gaze drift over to the picture of the Berry men laying on the ground and a question sparked to life in her mind.
She took a seat next to Rachel, the other girl barely even noticing her presence.
"Rachel, where-"
Rachel seemed know Quinn's next words before they even left her mouth and her gaze snapped up to the blonde.
"I don't want you talk about it Quinn." She said firmly and if Quinn wasn't looking into those eyes, those deep brown eyes that sparkled with need and want and loneliness, begging her to finish her sentence, Quinn might've just believed her.
"Rachel, where are your dads?"
Everything went silent for a moment and Rachel's breath seemed to hitch. The look on her face was as if her entire world had just shattered and when her voice came it was so incredibly small, so vulnerable and raw. And so, so hurt.
"I don't know."