This is my new story, Without You. It's a first person POV of Rachel. This story is a continuation to No Matter What, but you will see more in depth to what Rachel goes through in her process to forget Quinn. Not saying I don't love Faberry, because I ship them hard, but what's a relationship with out a little drama right? Anyways I hope you enjoy! And review! (: I also wanted to take time to thank two people that read my first story and always reviewed, Celtic Quill and Peachlipstick, you guys are absolutely awesome and I hope you guys like this story as much as you liked No Matter What!

Morning

It's been 3 weeks since my accident; I have this large disturbing scar on my right side that I have to hide. My dads have become a bit too over-protective, they don't let me go to my room with more than 1 cup of water. They were about to go to the extreme when they informed me my room will be in the first floor. I will not under any circumstances switch my room. This room I've had since I was little, it's mine. Taking it away would be like taking away my last name. This room is a part of me.

The first week I came back from the hospital I have received about 10 text messages from Quinn. My dad said she was trying to make sure I'm okay, but I think I'd be okay once she leaves me alone. They are still in my phone; I haven't had the courage to open them. They just sit there like unopened mail you get that's pointless and wonder why you ever get it. By the second week I received a phone call and 2 text messages, I sent the phone call straight to voicemail, and those two text messages just add to the collection of ignored messages. The third week I haven't received any, at least not yet. Since Quinn is or was the only person that texts me I don't need to have my phone with me at all times, it's sitting cozily on my bed stand.

"Rachel there's mail for you!" my daddy yelled. My first thought was 'Quinn decided to go years back and send me a letter'.

When I went downstairs my dads were gone, they probably got the mail as they headed out for work, and even during summer vacation they continue working. I walked to the counter and there was a big envelope, I assume that is the one for me since it's the only one there.

I got in! I got accepted to one of the summer programs. It's great because it's a whole month away, which will help me get over Quinn. It's moment like these where I'm happy my fathers got me a debit card. They decided to get me a debit card after my accident, they also bought me 10 volumes of Broadway show tunes. They sit proudly on my bookshelf, I always make sure they are dust-free and each page is perfectly straight. They are practically my babies right now. They were about to get me a cat but when we went to the animal shelter I wanted to take them all home and not pick just one, my daddy was not pleased. Anyways I knew I would have to get a completely new wardrobe that screamed STAR! It's programs like these where kids with fabulous lifestyles go to prove their talent and fashion sense. My goal is to prove to them that even a girl from Lima, Ohio has great fashion sense.

-Rachel Barbra Berry*

Evening

I just came back from shopping; everything was perfect I got the cutest skirts ever. I even decided to try a shorter length. All my skirts were knee length or longer, now that I'm getting older I should try a more concupiscent look. All my skirts now reach my thigh; I also bought the cutest blouses to go along with them.

On my run to the mall I actually ran into Noah Puckerman he works at a fast food restaurant at the food court. Although I find fast food joints absolutely revolting I went inside to find out why he was at my house that day. He told me everything from when he found Quinn crying in her car to the part where Quinn cried and fell asleep on his shoulder.

A part of me will always love Quinn, but she's too confusing. One second she's kissing me and then she's with Finn Hudson. I need a person that can handle me and my diva ways. Sure she was able to handle me beforehand but what about now?

Who am I kidding? I miss her. My chest just feels empty, which turned my ambition to be on top sky rocketed. You know the feeling you get when you're sick, with the flu per se. Anyways I feel like that but on the inside of my body, I'm so tired, nothing seems to necessarily matter-well Broadway does. For now my one true love is the bright lights of New York, the home of Broadway.

Daddy's home, apparently he needs to talk to me.

-Rachel Barbra Berry *