Prologue:
She passed away a couple months ago and with she I mean the love of my life with whom I spent more than fifty years.
I used to talk about writing a memoirs when I was younger, but later in lafe that didn't matter to me any more. Instead of a memoirs the story of me and Quinn will start after this prologue.
We wrote this story together a couple years ago, but we never got around to publishing it. Quinn told me she wanted to get this story published, so I'm granting one of her final wishes.
Rachel Berry * (the star is for you, Quinn)
This is the story of our love, our life and our struggles. We have been together for almost fifty years now and want to share our story. You can see us as a couple of wise old (wo)man who want to share their wisdom or just read a story about love. Whatever you want is fine.
We hope you enjoy reading our story.
R & Q
Chapter 1:
We grew up in the same town, but not in the same circles. Rachel's dads were gay obviously and my parents were big homophobes, more about that later.
We didn't really meet until high school. I used to be a cheerleader and we tormented a lot of kids. Rachel was one of these kids.
So that's how our story started with me bullying Rachel. If it wasn't for glee club it would have stayed that way. Thank you rivalry between coach Sylvester and Schuester.
I joined glee club with two other cheerleaders, because that's what coach wanted. That turned out to be one of the best decisions of my life.
Being in glee club meant that we stopped bullying the other members and even became friends with each other over time. Rachel and I didn't really talk a lot, but we tolerated each other.
I'm skipping quite a lot in this first chapter of this stoy, because it's not really about Rachel and me. The story I'm skipping is my story or Rachel's story and not our story.
In senior year our glee club was a close group in which I found some great friends. One of my cheer leading friends, Santana Lopez, was also in the glee club.
Santana arranged our first date. She talked both of us into going on a blind date. She later told us she did it because my lemon needed pressing and she just wanted to annoy Rachel. I however suspect she always knew we would be perfect for each other.
This is were I want to start our story.