A World Without You
Chapter 1: The Breakdown
Pairings: Faberry(Quinn/Rachel); Brittana(Santana/Brittany); Others To Be Determined(See bottom to vote.)
The following story is rated M for suggestive and sexual themes, attempted suicide, & strong language and may be unsuitable for those under 17. Reader discretion advised.
Summary - Rachel has always been strong but when she gets pushed too far and does something drastic, Quinn will do anything to prove her forgiveness to the diva.
A/N - So, first fic and I'm not sure about it, so I will need a lot of support. I would appreciate a lot of reviews and constructive criticism. It took me a long time to decide what pairing to use, considering I ship so many. I ultimately, after careful consideration, ended up choosing Faberry. Now, I would like the record to show that, it does not have anything to do with favorites because I don't play favorites with my ships. It is purely because I felt Faberry fit this story best. By the way, this is un beta'd, so sorry for any mistakes.
Disclaimer! I do not own Glee or its characters!
So, without further ado, let's get this show on the road.
Rachel Berry entered the unforgiving halls of McKinley High and was immediately ambushed with a mixture of cherry & blueberry slush.
"That's a nice look for you RuPaul." she hears Quinn Fabray say, amidst the laughter.
"Yeah. Now that I can't see your face, you look great." sneers Santana.
Rachel wipes the colored ice from her eyes, trying to ignore the sting. This day has been horrible. They've kept getting worse, ever since her dad left the very same week her only friend in the school, Tina, turned her back on her to join the group terrorizing her now, the cheerios. And today, not only did her daddy say he'd be sleeping at the hospital from now on because he's been working so much, but today was the day she finally gave up on music. All her life she would brush off what all the bullies said, and all the problems her family had, and she would sing. But today she had realized that she had no more passion in music. She didn't believe in it anymore, and that had made her even more sad, the fact that she no longer had a purpose, no longer had any joy in her life. That was when she heard the lowest thing Tina had ever said.
"Why don't you just jump off a cliff man hands. No one cares about you."
And at that, for the first time in Rachel Berry's life, a bully, or rather, bullies, had made her cry. She collapsed to her knees in tears. She cried, not because of the freezing cold goop on her face, but because she realized what Tina had said, was true. No one cared about her. After what felt like a lifetime, she looked up, to look at the faces of 3 bullies and saw a smug look on Santana's face, a sad look on Tina's face, and an unreadable expression on Quinn's face.
Rachel got up and ran the whole three miles from her school to her house without even thinking about stopping. She collapsed on her couch and cried for hours, and when she finally stopped and looked up, the only thing she saw was the box-cutter on the coffee table.
Quinn was on her way to Rachel's house now. She couldn't bare the thought of Rachel, her Rachel, her unbreakable Rachel, being broken. She always thought Rachel could withstand anybody and anything, now it appears she had pushed her too far.
She pulled up to the house and noticed the front door was left open. That can't be a good sign, she thought. When she finally went into the house, she saw the most horrifying thing she had ever seen in her life.
There was Rachel, laying on her couch in her living room, box cutter in one hand, blood flowing freely from the other. "Oh my God! Rachel!"
Rachel's eyes snapped open. "Quinn?" she said sounding weak.
"Oh my God." Quinn repeated, kneeling down next to her, too shocked to do anything else at the moment.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you." Quinn replied, pressing her forehead to Rachel's. Quinn finally realized she had to do something and started to look for something to stop the bleeding.
"Why? Why would you care about me?" Rachel tried to snap at her, but she was so weak that it came out as a whisper.
Quinn instantly felt guilty, knowing that she was the reason for this. She felt tears well up in her eyes. She pulled the small figure before her into a tight embrace. "Rachel, I'm so sorry! I never meant anything I said to you. You are amazing and you didn't deserve it."
Rachel vision was blurry. Her hearing was strained. She slowly felt herself slipping away. Quinn grabbed a blanket from the couch to stop the bleeding. "No." Rachel tried to protest. Quinn didn't listen and took out her cell phone.
After dialing 3 quick digits she spoke into the receiver, "My friend slit her wrists. I'm trying to stop the bleeding, but she's lost so much already." Somewhere in the back of Quinn's mind, she scowled at herself for calling Rachel her friend, when she didn't have nor deserve Rachel's friendship.
"Alright ma'am what's your location?" The man on the other line asked Quinn.
"Um, Lam Road. I don't know what the number is." Quinn responded before looking to Rachel and seeing her eyes closed. "Rachel?!" Nothing. "RACHEL!" she screamed, dropping the phone and shaking the limp girl. She sobbed into her neck. It was too hard to think. All she could think about was Rachel. "Please, don't do this to me Rachel! Stay with me, Rachel! Stay with me!" She tried to get her brain to work again and remembered the phone. She snatched it up off the ground, "Hello?" she said into it feeling stupid.
"Ma'am, I need you to calm down. An ambulance is on its way. What's your name?" The operator said to her calmly.
"Quinn. Quinn Fabray." she replied, taking a deep breath, trying and failing to calm herself down.
"Alright. And what's your friends name?"
"Rachel Berry." Quinn answered.
"Okay, the ambulance will be there with the police cruiser soon. You'll have to tell them what happened when they get there."
"Okay. Thank you." she said still crying, before hanging up. Sure enough, she heard the sirens coming down the block. She panicked for a second when she remembered, she never gave the full address, but that wave of panic disappeared when she saw the paramedics coming up to the door. They surrounded Rachel on the couch, talking about things Quinn didn't understand. Two of them had to pull her away from Rachel, whom she still had a death grip on.
Quinn felt her heart crack when she heard one of them say, "Her pulse is fading." They stretched her out to the ambulance and a new wave of tears came down when she tried to get in the ambulance and they said to her, "Family members only."
They ushered her to one of the police officers to answer their had only taking 5 minutes to explain what had happened, but for Quinn, it felt like a lifetime, partly because she had to explain that she was the reason for all of this happenning and why Rachel was covered in slushie, but also because she wanted to get to the hospital to make sure she was okay. Now the cop questioning her (more like interrogating her) was talking to a cop who was out of uniform while she just stood there and did nothing, before finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She walked to her car without saying anything. She had opened the car door when one of the cops called out to her.
"Miss Fabray, hold on a second."
This had Quinn fuming. She spun around, "Ya know what? You can interrogate me later! Now, I'm going down to the hospital to see Rachel!" She was about to get in when he stopped her again.
"Hey, hey, hey." he said softly, grabbing the car door so she couldn't have closed it if she got in. He wasn't the first cop who had acted like it was all her fault, which it was, but she already felt bad enough and didn't need the extra gilt. It was the second cop, the one that was out of uniform. He looked extremely young to be a cop. "Listen, I'm sorry about Bob. He's offensive to everybody. We didn't mean for you to feel interrogated."
Quinn rolled her eyes.
"But that's not what I wanted to talk about. I wanted to let you know that I've gone through something similar to what you're going through and if you ever need someone to talk to, you can give me a call." he explained before handing Quinn his card.
Quinn sighed and took the card from his, before reading the name out loud, "Detective Matt Rutherford." she said, shocked that this kid, who couldn't have been much older than her, was not only a cop, but a detective.
"Yeah." Matt said, already knowing the reason for her shock.
"How?" she asked.
"Give me a call sometime and I'll tell you about it, but for now, you need to go to your friend." Matt said taking his hand off the door and walking back to that douche named Bob.
Quinn glanced down at the card again as she got in, before stuffing it in her glove compartment and letting her mind come back to her earlier mission. Rachel. She ignited the engine and sped away, not even caring if the cops right behind her could see how fast she drove.
On her way to the hospital, she quickly felt the waterworks coming on again, since she could actually think about what is happening right now. All of the sudden, it hit her. Rachel tried to kill herself. Rachel freaking Barbra Berry tried to kill herself. She hating thinking about what could have happened if she hadn't shown up when she did.
She decided she didn't want to be all by herself with nothing but her thoughts anymore. She grabbed her phone and called speed dial 3, after her voicemail and her mom, and hoped they would answer.
"What's up Fabray?" Santana asked when she answered to phone.
"It's Rachel." Quinn said, trying desperately to sound strong.
"What did the hobbit do now?" Santana said annoyed. She had only been half paying attention. If she was truly listening, she would have heard Quinn's voice waver.
Quinn couldn't hold it and sobbed loudly, causing Santana to turn serious and focus herself into the conversation.
"Quinn what happened?" Santana asked, all the sarcasm in her voice dropped. Brittany, who was sitting right next to the Latina, playing with her hair, noticed the change in demeanor, sat up straight, concerned.
Quinn tried to say it out loud, but found it very difficult. "R-R-Rachel tried to killed herself." She choked out, causing her heart to break into pieces.
Santana's eyes shot out of their sockets and her jaw dropped, "Oh my God." was all she could manage to say.
"Can you please come down to the hospital?" Quinn normally would have punched herself in the face for sounding so vulnerable, but in that moment she didn't care. All she could think about was Rachel.
"Yeah, I'm on my way now." Santana said getting up and throwing her leather jacket on. Brittany got up too. She sensed something was very wrong and grabbed her stuff.
"And can you bring Britt and Tina too." Quinn added.
"Definitely. Be there ASAP." Santana promised before dropping the line.
Quinn put her phone down as she pulled into a close enough parking space. She turned the car off and put her head on the steering wheel.
"I'm so sorry, Rachel."
A/N - So that was chapter 1. Let me know what you guys think, good or bad. I wasn't originally planning on making this AU, until I got to the point where Matt introduced himself, so it's only a little AU. I'm not sure when I will update. It'll probably depend on the reaction I get to it, so review. I actually thought of this idea 2 weeks ago but then couldn't get myself to write it up until an hour ago. The first few chapters might be tough for me, but once I'm past that point, I'll probably update more often. So I've decided to decide the side-pairing by letting you guys vote on them. Head to my profile to vote on up to 2. If you wanna know why they are all crack!ships, it's because I like crack!ships and I think they should have more of a chance. Below is the list of them. I went with six because if I put too many than the votes will be too spread out, so don't request any others because I won't add them.
Sugartie(Sugar/Artie)
Tingar(Tina/Sugar)
Kum(Kurt/Sam)
Tuck(Tina/Puck)
Puckar(Puck/Sugar)
Tyder(Tina/Ryder)
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-A.J.