Quinn Fabray awoke to a voice. The melodic voice sang every morning at six o'clock. She blinked at her picture window. Rachel's song had beaten the sunrise again.
Ever since Rachel had moved in, her songs began Quinn's day.
Quinn turned beneath her sheets and was greeted by a faded photograph on her nightstand. It was her and Rachel, back then in McKinley. Brittany had captured their perfect moment: young, happy, and singing their hearts out for each other. The best time of her life.
Quinn rose and found the golden-feathered robin drifting smoothly in her living room air.
"Good morning, Rachel," she called, gesturing the bird to her outstretched hand.