A/N: Welcome to this fanfic, That Which I Have Loved, my newest creation. I'm TheSilentPen, and I'm new to the Glee fandom. I like to take elements from outer life and pull them into new stories (often AU) and blend them with familiar characters. This fanfiction takes place at William McKinley High in another universe where Band in prominent and Rachel and Quinn, rather than having Glee, have Band as a replacement. Rachel is a Jazz singer, flute player in the marching band, as well as the uptight (and often pain in the butt) Drum Major. Quinn is the new girl from the rival school (Carmel High School) who becomes Rachel's best friend and 'lover.' A Faberry relationship has already occurred, this story is a series of flashbacks Quinn is having during her Senior year of High School after she and Rachel have already broken up.

Anyway, let's begin, shall we :)

That Which I Have Loved

TheSilentPen

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Prologue

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It's been months since I've looked at her the way I used to. Months since she would smile so gently at me and those reddish brown orbs would sparkle with something akin to love.

A love I so desperately wanted and coveted.

But now…

Now we pass each other silently in the halls. She strides past me with nothing in those steely brown eyes. Nothing except a wall of seclusion, a wall that discourages me from coming any closer.

The whistle that she left to me represents the last fragments of the person that I adored. The person who would smile faintly at me in passing, who would defend me whenever I was harmed or shoved.

It represented the Rachel Berry that I loved.

The Rachel that was long dead. The only thing that seemed to be left behind was the slender chain hanging 'round my neck with the glistening piece of metal fastened heavily to the end.

I still remember the faint scent of sandalwood that seemed to perpetually cling to the soft fabrics of her polo shirts or band clothes. How whenever I held her to me, it would pervade my senses and leave me utterly boneless against her.

I remember the soft words she would speak to all of us in passing; how rigid and upright she would become… how dependable she would be in the moments when others needed her most.

I remember confiding in her, the way her soft, almost auburn eyes would reassure me. Would comfort me.

But things have changed so much since then.

She no longer wears those stupid polo shirts or argyle sweaters that I used to abhor and love at the same time. She no longer smiles at me.

She no longer seems to even care about me.

And I… I've moved on to other people over the past couple years. I've tried to stay away.

Yet she remains untainted and determined. She remains steadfast and loyal to only herself.

Perhaps so that I could never break her heart again.

So I'm holding my pen in my hand, hoping to God to relieve this pain from my system. Hoping to Jesus that she never finds these papers.

These papers I've decided to write… telling about her.

…That which I have loved.

A/N: Prologue complete, chapter 1 will be up soon. Read and review, tell me if this has promise, yeah? Thanks so much for reading :)