A/N 1: I wrote this story attending to a request of one of my beloved readers who had the patience to wait for months as it took me a long time to start writing it. This was the prompt: "Rachel woos Quinn. Quinn is not aware that is madly in love with Rachel. Rachel is instead, so she decides to woo Quinn. Maybe it could be a future fic."

This story will have 4 chapters and it'll end on New Year's Eve!

A/N 2: to set the mood put on that Coldplay song "midnight" from the ghost stories CD.


If you asked her when it all started she couldn't tell you, but she knows when she made the decision to bury everything inside the depths of her soul. It was in a day full of regrets, tears and anger.

Since then, she has been living her life without acknowledging that thing, she was sure it was all her fault, part of her stupid ambitious personality. She wants everything too much.

She had Finn and she shouldn't have fallen in love with someone else. Yes, we can't choose these things, but one must be honest, honest with themselves and with the people they love. In the moment she said yes, she was committed to him. Expecting something from someone else was completely wrong. And even though she kind of ignored Quinn's requests when the blonde tried to put some sense into her head, the more close to the wedding she got the more she started doubting everything and oh how she had expected Quinn to do something, anything and she would have dropped the whole thing. Expecting it was wrong, and she was punished, punished with the irony of life, because ultimately, Quinn did stop her wedding.

In the end nothing mattered. Finn is gone. One thing she has learned and that is how life is fugacious, ephemeral. She didn't have unfinished business with Finn, they weren't together but they were okay, what doesn't mean that it wasn't like he was ripped off of her life, in the blink of the eye.

It was a strange feeling, because in the other scenario, her heart was so heavy and she felt like the air had been taken from her lungs. With Finn's death she got sad, devastated, she cried her heart and soul out. But that was it. When he died she knew she was going to mourning his death for a good amount of time. When Quinn almost died she didn't even know what she was going to do with her life. It was a bitter feeling, the regret.

Regret of the unspoken words.

What is stopping her now? Nothing so to speak as Quinn is single, she broke up with Noah for about two years ago (not that Rachel stalks her or anything; they're friends so it's only natural that she knows about Quinn's love life.). It happens that it's not easy to bring back to life something that has been buried so deeply.

She buried her feelings the day Quinn almost died. She promised herself that day that she was going to repress her desires as she shouldn't have been so silly; her careless acts had almost caused Quinn's death. No more trying to be around the blonde whenever possible, no more arguing with her just because this way she thought Quinn was at least acknowledging her presence, no more foolish hopes. Needless to say that she was not succeed entirely, but she managed to repress her feelings at least.

Above all, Rachel doesn't need any drama in her life at the current moment. Besides it's not like Quinn is ever going to reciprocate her feelings. Not that she has any. It's all in the past...

Life is good; she is on Broadway again, where she belongs. With 22 years old she is more mature now than she was when she arrived in the showbiz.

And she has George, a very cute guy she met at a cafe in a Sunday morning. He was asking for the sugar bowl and she thought he wanted an autograph; somehow his apparent ignorance regarding Broadway was appealing to her. She is not officially dating him, meaning they are not boyfriend and girlfriend, but she couldn't be more satisfied with her love life status.

Can't he understand that?

But, apparently her best friend is in a mission to kill her mood tonight.

"He is a nice guy Rachel."

"I know… I just…"

"What?"

"I don't know Kurt!" She exclaims exasperated. "Do I have to be in a relationship to be happy?" She runs her fingers through her hair impatiently.

"Of course not." Kurt sighs defeated as he glances at Blaine looking for support.

Rachel is in a on and off relationship with what he thinks to be a nice guy, George is charming and very different from the other guys Rachel has been in a relationship with. He is not one of those egocentrics Broadway star wannabe like Jesse and Brody, but he is also not a replacement as Sam could have been, could, because Kurt managed to put some sense into Rachel's head, he loves Sam, but he knows what he would have been for her.

"I just want to make sure you're not avoiding commitment because of…" He trails off. "Well, Finn."

"No Kurt, I'm not."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" She says so loud this time that she manages to overdo the music; they are in a dance club. "Thank you." She addresses to the barman as she takes her drink. "Look, I know you're just looking after me. But just stop it. I loved Finn, I always will, but that's it! I know he is gone. I'm not avoiding anything because of him."

She drinks her drink and when the glass is empty she places it on the bar counter and leaves as Kurt and Blaine stare at each other in confusion.

She is already outside of the club when Kurt approaches her. He holds her arm and stops her.

"Rachel wait. What's going on?"

"Nothing. I'm just going home."

"No!" This time he is the one losing his temper. "I'm not going to stand here and watch you half living!"

"You're being a drama queen." She rolls her eyes annoyed. "I have the dream job; I have my dads and my friends. And…" She trails off playfully. "I also have a guy who I can fuck whenever I want."

"Are you hearing yourself?" He opens his mouth in disbelief. "This is not you Rachel. What happened to that girl who loved grand gestures of love? Who was so passionate about the idea of loving someone and being love in return? Where is she Rachel?"

"She is gone…" She whispers.

"I know it was hard but-"

"But what?" She cuts him off as she raises her hand. "Love is too dangerous." She adds it more to herself, but Kurt hears.

"Why?"

"Never mind me." She turns around and starts walking.

"Rachel." He calls her.

"Kurt…" Blaine places a hand on Kurt's shoulder.

"Sweetheart." Kurt tries out with another approach. "Don't close yourself off. You're getting worse than Quinn."

And just hearing the name makes her heart beat faster as her eyes are filled with unshed tears. She chuckles through a sob and the waterfall of tears stream down her cheeks.

"Hey." Kurt gets close and turns her around; he frowns as he is really concerned. "You always tell me everything."

"There's nothing to tell." She says stubbornly.

"You're crying."

"It must be PMS."

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

It's nothing… it's nothing…

She keeps saying to herself as Kurt smiles weakly.

"I mean I'm not in love with Quinn anymore?"

It's been so long…

She thinks as his smile vanishes immediately.

"What?" He asks as confusion is plastered on his face.

"What?" Rachel opens her mouth shocked. Did she say it out loud? "I-I…"

"What did you say?"

"Finn." She promptly says, reprimanding herself mentally for being so reckless all of sudden. "I'm not in love with Finn anymore." She bursts out quickly.

"No, you didn't say Finn..."

"Of-of course I did." She stutters.

"No." Kurt looks at Blaine who is also confused.

"You said Quinn?" Blaine asks intrigued.

"No… I must have mistaken."

"Oh my God!" Kurt exclaims.

"Let it go Kurt. It was just a mistake."

"Freud disagrees."

"Don't analyze me." She says with gritted teeth.

"It makes sense… you…" He gets lost in thoughts and memories of the past.

"No! Stop it! Please let it go." She starts hyperventilating.

"But…"

"Fucking let it go! It's not the gossip of the year! It's my fucking life and I'm telling you to let it go!" She yells at him as Blaine stares at the two of them shocked, he has never seen them arguing like that.

"Why?" Kurt looks hurt. "You don't trust me. How- how long this…"

"Fuck." She curses under her breath and starts walking away. "I don't own you anything." She says with her back to him.

"Oh yeah?" He follows her. "Nice to know what I am to you."

"Guys you both drunk let's just go home." Blaine tries to reason them.

"Drama queen."

"Me?"

"Yes." She says still walking away.

"We're very alike then, more than I first thought actually… I'm seeing things through a new perspective now honey." He chuckles sarcastically. "MISS I have lots of gay friends but I can't be gay myself."

"Fuck you!" She turns to him and shouts with fury.

He closes his eyes, regretting his words and tries to get close to her.

"Rach… I'm so-"

Disturbed and overwhelmed by the mess her thoughts are making in her head, she walks backward as she is trying to be out of his reach.

"Rachel please…"

"Leave me alone."

She shakes her head and keeps walking, but that means stepping out of the sidewalk and…

"Rachel sto-"

He stops mid sentence as he hears the sound of the car's break at the same time that he sees his best friend being hit by a car.


"What are you doing? We're going to fall asleep with this song, seriously."

"I love this CD okay, and I love this song."

"Ugh, Coldplay makes me sleepy."

"I'm the one driving so-"

Adrian and Kelly are just an ordinary young couple driving themselves home in the streets of New York city, he was not even that much fast. In the moment he was setting the music he wanted, that brunette woman came into their way.

"Coldplay it is…"

In the darkness before the dawn

In the swirling of the storm

When I'm rolling with the punches

And hope is gone

Leave a light, a light on

"Watch out!" Kelly warns him, but it wasn't fast enough.


Rachel has no time to react as she looks to her side and sees the car coming her way. She is thrown up to the car hood, rolls over it, hits the windshields glass, and then she falls back to the floor as the car stops completely.

"Rachel!" Kurt shouts in despair, running to her side in record time. "Rachel! Call an ambulance!" He shouts to Blaine who is also by his side.

"She came from nowhere!" Adrian says as he gets out of the car at the same time as his girlfriend.

"Yeah…" Kelly says eyes wide open.

Blaine takes his phone and calls the ambulance.

"Kurt…" Rachel mumbles in pain as she moves her index finger from her left hand toward him. "Kurt…"

"Yes, I'm here. I'm here." He cries and holds her hand delicately, observing the cuts, scratches and bruises on her face. She has blood on her lips and forehead and her right arm is positioned in a very weird angle.

"Tell her." She says in a whisper.

"Who?"

"Quinn. Tell her I love her. I've loved her for so long." She frowns a little as she speaks with difficulty.

"No." He shakes his head. "You're going to tell her yourself."

And then the sky decides it's a good time to crashing down them with a flood of water as the sound of Adrian's car is playing on the background. Leave it to Rachel to make every moment seem like it's coming from a drama screenplay.

Millions of miles from home

In the swirling swimming on

When I'm rolling with the thunder

But bleed from thorns

Leave a light, a light on

Leave a light, a light on

"Someone! An umbrella!" He shouts.

"Here." A young woman offers her umbrella and Blaine takes it. He opens it and holds it up to protect Rachel from the rain.

"I love her Kurt." She says as her tears mix with the rain. "You have to tell her… Tell her…"

Her eyelids are getting too heavy.

"Tell me what you like the most about her."

Kurt asks trying to keep her awake; he has read something about not letting the person sleep in these situations especially because he knows she must have bumped her head hard.

"Don't close your eyes honey." He squeezes her hand. "Tell me."

"Eyes." She says in a small voice. "They are so beautiful… so expressive…"

"Really?" He smiles weakly. "I bet you don't know what color her eyes are." He holds back a sob as his voice cracks a little.

She smiles the smallest smile Kurt has ever seen on her lips and yet he can't help but think how genuinely beautiful it is and how Rachel's face lights up just by the thought of Quinn's eyes.

"It depends…" She closes her eyes for a moment.

"On what?"

"What she is looking at, or her mood or the light."

"Really?"

"I'd say they are hazel. But sometimes they are green…" She says tearfully.

"Rachel, Rachel…"

She thinks about those eyes and the power they always had over her, and just like she is actually staring direct at them she visualizes the beautiful hazel orbs.

And then, everything is black.


Don't worry this is actually a humor story. This is just the first chapter. ;)

The next chapter should be updated tomorrow.