Savior

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!

Chapter 1: Rooftops

I've never been up here before.

The sky is kind today, few clouds and a shining sun. It doesn't beat down on me like usual and the glare is a little faint. It's as if the weather is giving me a break, sympathizing with my mood. The breeze is gentle and the birds aren't as annoying as usual. Or maybe my baby hormones have just decided to be easier on me today. I find myself stretching in all directions, feeling mother nature heal me of my stress. My arms are wide open as if I was embracing the air around me, and in an odd way I think I am. I take in a deep breath and-

"DON'T DO IT QUINN!" shrieks a horribly familar voice. Normally this would cause an automatic reflex of cringing following a death glare but there's just no time for that right now. I quickly try to find my balance, the baby bump not helping at all and turn around to see a panicked diva running towards me.

"Don't do it Quinn! It's not worth it! THERE WILL ALWAYS BE TIME!" her voice shakes with every word and the pitch just goes higher and higher - I swear I can hear dogs barking from the distance.

I stare at her and raise my eyebrow, wondering if she was on anything. I then turn to see that I am standing on the edge of the rooftop and it probably did look a little suspicious from afar. But God, why does Rachel have to be such a drama queen? And what in the world was she doing up here anyway?

"Um," I mutter, trying to think of what to say to calm the girl down. I think she's completely dismissing the fact that I'm safely in front of her because her small figure is still flapping in all directions. I flinch a couple of times, trying my hardest not to slap her back in the process.

"We all love you dearly Quinn! The Glee club needs you! What about the baby?" she continues to rant and somehow, despite how freakishly high her voice is going, I feel comfort from her words. Actually, I feel a little moist around the eyes. I start to cry and I'm not entirely sure why, but Rachel stops her rant and pulls me into a hug. I accept it, wrapping my own arms around her slowly and unsurely. She squeezes me lightly and I feel myself cry even more.

I needed that.

After 10 pathetic minutes of me bawling and Rachel patting my back, the two of us are leaning against the wall and staring at the clouds. Well, I am at least. She's eating some steamed vegetables and talking about how good it is and how her fathers are the best chefs in the world. I know she did something good for me, but my attention span can only last so long and clouds just seem so much more pleasant than Rachel Berry at the moment.

She stops and turns to me, "Want one?" I shake my head in response.

"Oh, I see," she responds, dipping it in some sauce and putting it in her mouth, "Well it's almost the end of lunch and I don't want to be late for class." She stands up and adjusts her dress and wipes the dirt off everything. I realize her outfit was only semi-gross today. The colours didn't clash too much and the animal on her sweater wasn't that creepy. And I kind of really like giraffes.

"Need help?" she asks, and I don't know if it's just because it's the two of us, or because it's a beautiful day, or because she thought I was going to kill myself, but her voice is softer and awfully sweeter. But I would never tell her I actually like this. Never, ever, not to anyone.

I nod and reach for her outstretched hands. The smaller girl is pretty strong as I get to my feet pretty quickly. She offers to walk me to class, but I told her I'm not going.

She pauses, makes a couple of strained, weird, I think she's thinking or maybe confused, faces and crosses her arms. I can tell she's judging me by the look in her eyes but frankly I don't care. It's not like that's a new look or anything. Everyone wears that at some point of the day.

"If I go, you're going to jump," she concludes. Oh, did I forget to mention that I wasn't actually suicidal? I thought she'd get the message after I didn't try to kill myself the whole half hour she was blabbing her guts out.

"I'm not going to jump Rachel, I'm not sucidal," I tell her calmly, adding an eye roll at the end of my sentence as if emphasizing my point.

"No! I don't trust you!" she exclaims, pointing a finger very close to my face. I frown at her actions and inwardly sigh. My mind decides to shut her out, let her do what she wants, if she doesn't believe me, then she doesn't believe me. I take out my ipod as a sign that I refuse to listen to her anymore and walk towards the ledge. She doesn't run after me and I sit on the ledge and swing my legs and listen to my music. Hopefully she got the message and left already. God, to think we were actually being kind of friendly back then. But then again, she was incredibly sweet to me, in her own dramatic, annoying way. I should thank her later.

Hmm, me? Suicidal? I know things have been bad but I'm still young. Anything can happen, and plus, it wouldn't be fair to this kid. I should at least let her come out first. Maybe she'll save the world one day. Maybe she won't screw up her life and cheat on her boyfriend and get pregnant and be the biggest bitch and find herself before I do. Maybe she'll be the most beautiful girl in the world. Maybe, maybe...

I'm crying again.