The Definition of Insanity
"I'm sorry," Rachel said again, rising from the floor where she was sitting and effectively removing Finn's hands from her shoulders. "I can't marry you Finn," she whispered, emotion causing her voice to crack. Finn stood up quickly but made no move forward, like he had already given up hope.
"But Rach, I'm sure Quinn is going to be fine, and then she can be your bridesmaid like you wanted—"
"Finn, please." Rachel tried to put every ounce of sorry into her words, so that Finn knew that she really was sorry, that she had tried her hardest not to feel this way.
The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Rachel was tired of being in the rut. So she mustered up every ounce of strength she could, and walked out of the room.
The hallway was disturbingly empty. Rachel had never been in a hospital before though; the only information she possessed had come from Grey's Anatomy, so maybe it wasn't as weird as she thought to be the only pair of footsteps echoing off of the walls.
They had never given her the room number, despite nearly begging for it when they first arrived, but Rachel knew she'd be able to find it.
She could find Quinn anywhere, really. She always did.
Her bare arms were covered in goose bumps. She wondered if it was always cold in hospitals, or if was just her, just today.
She knew it could go either way.
It was probably the longest walk of Rachel's life, but it couldn't have been more than five minutes since she left the room that had Finn, and entered the one with Quinn.
She had an IV in her arm and a tube helping her breath and half a million bandages plastered to her skin but God did she look like an angel.
But she wasn't an angel. Not yet. She was Quinn. Living, breathing (albeit roughly) Quinn.
Rachel vowed right then that she would never text someone while they were driving again.
Of course, she would need a new phone if she wanted to text at all, but luckily her dads seemed to understand why she had thrown her against a wall and shattered it, so they wouldn't have a problem buying her a new one.
She took a small, hesitant step closer to the bed, and then another, and more still, until she was standing right next to the sleeping beauty.
Rachel would give anything to see those eyes.
Carefully, she reached out her hand, taking one of Quinn's and squeezing it with everything she had.
And Quinn squeezed back.
"Rachel?"
Her name had never sounded more beautiful.
I was going to update He Noticed Her, I swear. But that promo…I couldn't help myself. Leave me a review with your thoughts!