A/N: It's listed under Quinn and Rachel, but it's strictly friendship

"Hello?" Rachel asked as she answers the phone.

"Yes is this, Miss Rachel Berry?" A man asked, sounding very professional.

"Yes, may I ask who is calling?" Rachel replies. Suddenly her stomach ties into a knot. Something bad has happened. She can feel it.

"Miss Berry, I am sorry to have to tell you this, but your father's plane crashed in the Atlantic Ocean last night. There were no survivors." The man softly said, trying to deliver this life altering news as quickly, but gently as possible.

"Surely you must have the wrong Berrys." Rachel pleaded.

"I am sorry ma'am. We looked up the medical records of everyone on board, you were listed as the emergency contact for the two." The man whispered as he thought this girl sounded way to young to be hearing this type of news.

"I…thank you for calling sir." Rachel softly said, lowering the phone to it's cradle. As soon as the line disconnected, Rachel dropped to the floor, sobs taking over her body. What was going to happen now?

Two Weeks Later

As Rachel's alarm went off, the melody of Defying Gravity swam into the room awakening the brunette from another restless slumber. It had been two weeks since she lost her fathers, her only family. Her Dad and Daddy's families had not even bothered showing up the funeral, they had disowned the men when the two decided to marry. There was not even a phone call to check on Rachel.

For her part, Rachel had talked to the lawyer her Daddy left in charge. She was told everything from the family's home to bank accounts were left in her name. The will also said she was to able to choose to live without guardianship if shown enough maturity to the court. Immediately Rachel had followed through that process, she was now allowed to live alone in the house left to her.

She had yet to return to school, or even turn her cell phone back on after turning it off the first night after she got the phone call of her parent's deaths. She didn't know what she was supposed to say to people now, how was she supposed to act?

Rachel sighed as she looked through the kitchen cabinets, hoping to find something to eat, but everything was bare. She thought of going food shopping, but she couldn't get the motivation to even change out of her sweats. Tomorrow she was going to go back to school, that was going to be enough torture, she didn't need to go out of her way just for food shopping. As she thought her options over Rachel tried to remember the last real meal she ate, it seemed like weeks ago…maybe it had been.

Deciding to make the best of a bad situation, Rachel decided today was going to be the day that she would switch her bedroom to the master bedroom. It made more sense for her to move into her parents room. It was larger, didn't have the furniture she picked out when she was twelve, and it had a private bath. Making the commitment to open the bedroom door, Rachel set off for her task for the day.

Quinn Fabray sat in the choir room with the rest of the Glee Club, watching the minutes pass by with each tick of the clock.

"This makes two weeks since Rachel has been to Glee. Does anyone know what is going on?" Mr. Shuester asked the group.

"It's Berry, she is like throwing a fit or something, who really cares?" Santana asked bored.

"I don't know S, Berry usually at least shows up to school. She gets that perfect attendance award every year, she boasts about it all the time." Quinn reminded the girl.

"My cat has been running away, maybe she did something to Rachel." Brittany offered.

"Yea B, but were thinking something more threatening." Santana replied, still offering the ditzy cheerleader a genuine smile.

"This doesn't make sense, what if she is hurt?" Finn asked, still pinning over the diva. "She doesn't answer her phone."

"Has anyone gone to her house?" Mr. Shuester asked, he was really worried about his star performer.

"I can do it, I mean I live two houses down from her." Quinn offered, feeling the shocked eyes of the Gleeks on her back. "What! It makes sense, I live close and everything."

"You never thought to check on her before now?" Puck asked, a little put out by the blonde's behavior.

"I see delivery trucks dropping off things like flowers all the time, so I knew she was alive." Quinn defended.

"Quinn, why don't you go now, call us when you see her, just make sure she is ok." Mr. Shuester suggested.

"Sure, B? S? Want to come?" Quinn asked.

"Might as well." Santana replied. "Nothing better to do."

"Maybe my cat will be there." Brittany smiled hopefully. The two other cheerleaders just smiled at their friend before heading out to Quinn's car.

Rachel had made it inside her parents bedroom. She had opened the door, walked in, and then immediately collapsed into tears. How could she change anything in the room? It was the only reminder of her parents that she had.

Laying on the bed, Rachel smelled each of their pillows, trying to memorize the scents of the two men. She missed her fathers more then she thought was ever possible. They used to have such good times together, There was so much love shared between the tiny family….

"Now Rachel, you have to pedal real hard when I let go. Don't stop pedaling, ok?" Leroy Berry asked his six year old daughter.

"Ok Daddy, just promise you won't let go to soon!" Rachel begged with a smile, her two front teeth missing.

"He won't sweetie, I will make sure." Her Dad Hiram had replied.

"I got you baby, don't worry." Leroy smiled, snapping the straps of the girl's helmet into place. "Are you ready?"

"Wait Dad!" Rachel cried out.

"Yea sweetie?" Hiram had asked, bending down in front of the girl.

"I love you Dad. You too Daddy. I love both of you." Rachel sniffed, putting on a show face of bravery. She was ready now.

"We love you to baby, so much. Always remember that." Leroy smiled as he started to push the bike.

Slowly, the bike started to inch forward with Leroy holding it up straight. As Rachel began to pedal as fast as her little legs could take her, Leroy let go of the bike. It wobbled for a second, before straightening out. He looked over and smiled as his husband. Their little girl was riding a bike! She was doing it!" ….

As Rachel went over similar memories of her parents she couldn't stop the sobs from taking over her fragile frame. She had no one now. She was completely alone.