Disclaimer - I don't own Glee or any such things
Rating - K+
"Mommy?"
Quinn looked to her five year old daughter looking up at her expectantly.
"Yes baby?" She asked.
The small brunette child squeezed a little bit of grape juice into her mouth then carried on.
"When's Mama home?" She said.
Quinn dried her hands on the kitchen towel, leaving the dishes and sitting at the table next to the child.
"Do you miss her?" She asked, picking up a crayon and helping her daughter carefully colour a little fairy in the corner of her page.
"Yes."
"Me too."
She turned the page in the colouring book, there was a white angel spread across the middle of the page.
"You see this?" Quinn asked her daughter, pointing to the angel.
The little girl nodded.
"Well, this is what your Mama is now." She explained. "Do you remember when we went to the church with your grandpa's? We waved Mama up to heaven."
The girl seemed to take this all in. She looked back to the page.
"Mama's an angel now?" She asked.
"Yes baby."
"Oh."
"It's okay to be upset."
"Will she be looking down on me...from heaven?"
"I should definitely think so."
"Will she be ever coming back?"
Quinn gulped, tears struggling to stay away from her eyes. She knew this would come. She knew at the funeral that the girl hadn't understood. When the policemen came knocking at the door, she hadn't been aware. It was 2 months now, now she knew, and Quinn knew she knew.
"No, Emily."
"Will I never see her again." The little brunette, who was so much like her mother, asked.
"No. Remember, she's with the angels now, and do you know what she'll be doing with the angels?"
"Singing?"
Quinn laughed slightly.
"Yes. She'll be singing, so loudly and she'll be the best!"
Emily nodded. Put down her crayon. Sipped her juice then looked back to her Mom.
"I want her back." She muttered.
"Me too but the..." Quinn started.
"I want her back." The child screamed.
It was then, when she heard her child scream in grief that her heart broke completely. She grabbed the girl as she screamed and cried against her chest. She had tears streaming down her cheeks as she rocked her baby. She stroked her daughters long dark hair and looked up, perhaps to the heavens.
"Rachel." She whispered. "I need you angel."