AN : Hello! So this story is based loosely around the beginning of Wuthering Heights, hopefully for anyone who has read the book you might be able to tell. I'm not sure really. I just sort of went for it. I was watching the film today because it was miserable and rainy and it required a miserable film, and the idea just sort of came to me.

This first part is sort of a prologue of sorts, it's not going to be an epic story, just a few chapters, but this section is the part of the story where Cathy and Heathcliffe are forbidden to see each other. I hope that comes across here.

I do not own Glee or Wuthering Heights, I am just a fan. The only thing I own is the brain that came up with this and the laptop used to write it out.

I hope someone enjoys it. And I will update as soon as I can. :) xx

It was easy for her to remember the day she realised she loved him. She sat on her bed and thought back to those days of their friendship, before parents and high school and friends had torn them apart. She could still feel the way the wind blew gently through her hair as she had pushed herself slowly back and forth on the swing at the park, how the evening chill had made goosebumps appear on her legs and how sad she had felt because her world as she knew it was coming to an end.

She had run away from home that night and it caused her heart to break. It was the first time, and perhaps the only time, she would ever really hate her parents.

Looking back now she couldn't recall what great injustice had caused her to feel the need to escape but at the time it was the worst thing they could have ever done to her. And so she had left without their permission. Packed a few things in a bag and run away, it was only later she realised she had no where to go, and so she found herself on the swing set at the park. Rocking herself back and forth trying to find a sign to show her what to do now. What would happen now?

It was then she had felt his hand on her back, starting to push her forward with more force than she had pushed herself. She turned her head and looked behind her to see him, he looked sad. She could feel it as if it were her own sadness. The way his eyes were glassy as if he were looking in to another world, a secret world she wished she could enter with him, and the way the sides of his mouth had turned ever so slightly down wards the way they always did when he was upset. She knew his face as well as her own, she sometimes wondered if anyone else on the planet knew someone as well as she knew him. He was her best friend. He was part of her as much as she was a part of him. When he was happy, she was happy. When he was sad, she was sad. It had always been that way.

After a few minutes of his pushing, she planted her feet firmly down on to the ground to stop the swings movement and turned to look at him again.

"Noah, what's wrong?" She asked. "Why are you here?" She searched his face for any clues.

Her words broke his stare that had been focused out across the park and brought his attention back to her, "What are you doing here Rachel? Your dads would never let you out alone at this time."

She looked away from him now, down at her feet as her hands fidgeted in her lap. "We had a fight, I'm...I'm running away."

He moved around to the other swing and slumped down so his body was angled towards her. "Where were you planning on going?" Her cheeks flushed and he chuckled, "Hadn't thought that far ahead huh?"

She shook her head and then looked up to the sky to avoid his gaze on her. The stars were bright against the dark night and she hoped one day she would shine as brightly. He was watching her intently, studying her face and recognising all the signs, just as he always did. He stood suddenly and pulled her in to a hug. She clung to him, her nails digging in to the skin of his back, her face pressed against his neck. He clung to her just as desperately, taking in the way her body felt against his, the way her hair and her skin smelt, as if it was the last time.

She slowly pulled away and looked in to his eyes. "Why did you come here Noah?" He avoided her eyes so she reached up and held his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. "Tell me."

"My parents are fighting again. I come here sometimes to get away from them." A look of shock crossed her face, they always said they didn't keep secrets from each other, but here was a secret. He brushed his finger tips lightly across her cheek, "You should go home. Your parents will be worried."

She nodded slowly, "Will you walk with me?" He smiled at her before picking up her bag and grabbing hold of her hand in his.

As they walked in silence, she rubbed her thumb across his knuckles trying to soothe some of his pain. It was a small gesture but they usually worked to her advantage.

"He was drinking again. That's why they were fighting. I hate being there when he drinks." His voice ripped across the quiet like a bullet in to her back. She squeezed his hand and nodded. He often confided in her how much his parents arguments made him angry and scared.

They continued on silently, they didn't need words to comfort each other. Not when they had such a deep connection. As they neared her house, Noah slowed his walking until he stopped altogether, pulling Rachel back in to him. She turned to face him as he took a step closer to her. They were inches apart now, she could feel his breathe warm across her face as he pushed some hair back against the wind. He looked down at her, smiling slightly before leaning in and gently pushing his lips against hers.

Rachel slowly reacted, pushing back slightly before breaking away to look at him. He was smirking his usual smirk, the one that infuriated her but made her heart leap at the same time.

"Your parents love you Rachel, just remember that. It's important."

And with that he began walking again, pulling her along behind him. The lights in her house were all on, alerting them to the fact her fathers' clearly knew she was gone. They walked slowly up the porch steps and to the front door, which flew open as Rachel went to turn the handle.

"Oh thank god!" Her father yelled, pulling her in to a hug, "She's back Michael! Are you ok? You are in so much trouble! You know you aren't to leave the house this late at night!" He told her sternly before registering that Noah was stood in the door way. His face turned from concerned to confused to angry. Michael approached from behind, also seeing Noah before looking at Rachel.

"Young lady, I hope you realise how much trouble you're in." He said in an authoritative tone.

She nodded slowly, "Yes Daddy and Dad. I'm sorry. But Noah..."

"Yes, Noah." Michael responded, "I'm sure you had something to do with her disappearance tonight." Rachel went to interject but Hiram took her hand and pulled her further in to the living room, Michael blocking the door with his body. "Noah, I'm not sure your friendship with our daughter is...well, appropriate. I'm afraid we've decided you aren't to see each other any more. Not after tonight's episode. You should go home son, before your parents wonder where you are."

The last thing she saw as she ran over to her father at the door was the look of horror that crossed Noah's face as the door was closed between them. Her world began to spin in slow motion, as if any minute it would stop completely and turn backwards. She tried to push her way past her father and get to him but it was no use, they pulled her from the door and in to the living room. Tears rolled heavily down her cheeks, the water leaving burning trails against her skin as she wept for her friend, her only true friend, who had done nothing wrong. The world around her had changed so suddenly, bent abruptly on its axis and she felt out of place in this cold, grey world that had taken residence. She broke away from them and ran to her bedroom, looking to the window to see him walking slowly away. "Look back." She thought as he left, "Nothing will change if you look back at me." She waited, watching as he grew smaller and smaller the further he walked. He didn't look back.

She sank to the floor. This was the end of her life as she knew it. Nothing would ever be the same again. The connection she felt with him, deep and strong would remain, but the love she had for him would change and wither as time went by.

Now, sitting on her bed and felt a few tears scorch her skin as they had that night. The boy she knew then was gone, replaced by a cruel boy who, after being hurt in so many ways, turned from her and became a shell of the person she knew. The one who tormented her was not the boy she knew, but she believed he was in there still. She believed that, she had to, because the deep love she felt for him had not changed, she still knew his face as well as she knew her own. She still felt his happiness and his sadness as much as her own. She hoped one day he would return to the boy she knew all those years ago, but it would never be like it was. Too much had changed between them. She knew that now. They were different, she was different. It was the way life was. She sunk slowly in to her bed and fell in to a dreamless sleep. Her last thought : does he ever think about that night?