She walked to his door and knocked lightly, to weak to knock any louder. He opened and frowned, "Hey. I thought you skipped town. No one was at your house for weeks, and you weren't in school. Not that I care, just kinda unlink you Berry. What's up?"
She stared at the floor, "There really isn't an easy way to say this." You could clearly see her vains, her skin overly pale. Her lips were bluish, and she shivered a little. There was no easy way for her to tell him. She hadn't wanted to tell anyone, but her fathers insisted she tell him so he could help her to school, and help her tell the others.
He could sense something was seriously wrong. "Why don't you step inside a minute?"
She followed him in, sitting on his old worn couch. His house smelled like alcohol and his cologne. "Noah, I, I'm," she burst into tears. "I'm dying."
His mouth fell, "What?"
A/N: I know death is serious, but I was wondering how everything on Glee would change if Rachel died, and so here it is. This is just like, a trailer, I guess. Anyway, hope you like it, sorry it's kind of short (: