Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters unfortunately.

This was just an idea floating around my head and it ended up longer than I planned. This is the first of two parts and it would mean a lot to me if you reviewed it please.

Other than that, enjoy.


When I Deserve You

Chapter One

As the end of graduation loomed over the grounds of McKinley High, Rachel knew that everything was about to change; some for the good and some for the bad. Not just herself, but every member of the New Directions was about to start a new chapter in their lives, embarking on a journey into the unknown.

Rachel made her way to her fathers' car where they were waiting to congratulate her for the umpteenth time. She let her dad's embrace her simultaneously, letting their words wash over her, yet at the same time not taking any of them in. She withdrew from their grasp and smiled up at them, but despite the smile she couldn't suppress the pang of longing that she felt deep in her gut.

Before getting in the car she took one final glance at her friends who were laughing and cheering, ecstatic that their time at McKinley had finally come to an end. Santana and Brittany, who were finally happy and out to the school were holding hands talking with Artie, Mike and Tina. Finn, Puck, Sam and Blaine seemed to be joking around with one another, mimicking football tackles. It was sad really that they would never play football as a team again, that the Glee club would never do another number as a group, that the cheerleaders would never be part of another Pyramid. But when one door closes, a window is opened, or, in Burt Hummel's words, an entire wall is knocked down. Her eyes continued to flicker over the various stragglers still left, Mercedes was hugging Kurt, and Dave Karofsky briefly lumbered into view before heading over to the far side of the field and leaving. The only person Rachel couldn't see was the only person she had wanted to see.

Quinn.

She had been there, of course, but had also left rather quickly. No words and a brief hug was all Quinn had managed and it infuriated the brunette greatly. It hurt Rachel that Quinn hadn't bothered saying goodbye properly, but the feelings of hurt were soon shrouded by those of anger. Just the week before the brunette had started to feel something for the blonde that was more than friend like love, it was something much deeper. Every time Rachel had tried to tell Quinn, she seemed to brush it off as if it was nothing and carried on their friendship without a blip.

The rev of the engine pulled Rachel from her thoughts and as her gaze focussed she realised that there was nobody left stood to look at, so she averted her eyes to directly ahead before closing them.

Her eyes weren't closer long before her father Leroy asked, "Did everybody sign your year book liked you'd hoped?"

Instead of bouncing up and down in her seat, straining the confines of her seat belt, Rachel sat stock still and contemplated her answer. But even after moments of hesitation Rachel gave a bland, empty answer.

"Yeah, I guess."

Leroy wasn't too surprised by his daughter's lack of enthusiasm; she must be overwhelmed after all with the thought of attending NYADA so soon.

Rachel slumped further into her seat and closed her eyes once more reminiscing in the painful memory of year book signing. It happened during one Glee Club session, well when else was it going to happen, apart from the New Directions what friends did she actually have? Everybody passed each other's books around, laughing and joking at previous comments, then picking up a pen and adding their own words of wisdom, advice and love. For most people it took them a good few minutes or so to think of a meaningful thing to write, after all the last three years had taught them that these would be the best times of their lives, so they might as well remember them for a brief few minutes. After each member had stumbled across a memory that brought a grin to their face, they'd scribble in the book, sign it and then pass it on to the next person.

However, what Rachel didn't expect was Quinn's ease at writing in her book. After the previous week of her personal confessions you'd think Quinn would be slightly flattered or concerned by the Diva's growing affections, but once again as Quinn signed Rachel's year book, she acted as if nothing had happened. Tears had formed in Rachel's eyes and she decided not to read it until she was alone in a space in which she felt comfortable, where she could cry after reading the predictable message of "Good luck."

The engine stopped and Rachel jerked awake. She was home. Her Dad's were in the door first and the brunette quickly followed. As Rachel entered her bedroom and saw the closed yearbook on her bed it began to dawn on her that she'd never actually read Quinn's comment. Rachel walked tentatively over to her bed and picked the book up carefully holding it at arm's length as if it would explode any second. When the expected explosion didn't occur, Rachel began flicking the pages look for Quinn's handwriting. It wasn't as if she was going to see the blonde again, except for a reunion when she was thirty. The pages continued to flick until suddenly she stopped. Rachel held her breathe, counted to three and then began to read.

Rachel's look of apprehension turned into a whirl of confusion. There on the page, in Quinn's curly, almost antique handwriting were the words, "Find Puck. All my love, Quinn." What the hell was that supposed to mean, Rachel thought to herself? Why didn't it say 'Good luck' like Rachel had expected, that would have been much simpler and easier to explain? This however, was not.

Her heart began to race. Questions filled her head. Should she find Puck? Should she find Quinn? Maybe she should ring first? Is this a sick joke, if it is, maybe Puck's in on it. That wouldn't surprise her, she thought to herself, one last final dig at Rachel Berry before leaving. After having this thought Rachel began to feel guilty remembering how much she'd watch Quinn change and grow into another person, and that's why she'd started falling for her. Without a second to spare Rachel grabbed her jacket and bolted through her bedroom door.


The second part is longer than this and it will be updated this time next week unless I get a bundle of reviews asking for an earlier update (of which I highly doubt.)

I hope you enjoyed the first installment, feel free to check out my other fics, two Faberry and one Brittana.

Have a nice day/evening, whichever it may be for you. Review and comment! I'd be grateful for anything you leave. Thank-you.