AN: Inspired by Lady by Regina Spektor and originally written for Marziiporn on tumblr. It is posted on her blog as a fic submission from me.
"Lady sing the blues so well…"
Rachel's voice chokes off before she can finish the first line of the song. Lady sings the blues so well, as if she mean it. Quinn had never actually sang the blues; Rachel had only ever dreamed of her voice crooning softly to the tune of a saxophone.
It was the same dream every time. A smokey club filled with swaying, faceless bodies. Quinn's voice sounded as if it was coming from every side and Rachel was always looking, always searching. But she would never find Quinn.
Its the same dream every time, but Rachel doesn't know anymore if the voice she hears is really Quinn's. Is that what Quinn had sounded like? Rachel doesn't want to forget, she never wants to forget. Quinn's voice saying her name, it that ridiculously sweet tone she got when she was trying to be patient, or slightly breathy as Rachel slowly brought her to the edge.
She doesn't want to forget, but she probably has.
Six years wasn't enough to get over a death, not when it was Quinn. Rachel stared down at the portrait in her hand, Quinn's arm over Rachel's shoulder, their fingers intertwined. The smile on Quinn's face was the small quirk of lips that Rachel had grown to love.
Sometimes when she stared hard enough, it was like those lips were moving. And Rachel could pretend the voice that probably wasn't Quinn's was singing the blues to her.
"Lady lights a cigarette
Puffs away
And winter comes
And she
Forgets"