Author's Note: Hi guys! This is my first story on here and I know it's kind of slow at the beginning but please stick with it and hopefully you won't regret it :) I'm still kind of new at this so bear with me now. I really hope you guys enjoy it and yeah! Let's get started!

"UGH!" Her scream was deafening to those within a 10 foot radius. She threw her paintbrush across the room as Sabella swiftly jumped from her spot by the window to dodge the flying object.

Rachel winced as it hit her window, producing a colourful splash of fuchsia on the clear glass. Thankfully, she had pulled back her overly priced designer curtains in hopes that the rays of light streaming in would light some fire within her.

No such luck.

Instead, as she turned to look away from the overly bright sun, she caught a glance of the park adjacent to her apartment building. Unfortunately, the glance lasted a second too long and the hollow feeling in her stomach multiplied as she was reminded, yet once again, of what was missing in her life.

Love

The only possible explanation to the scene unfolding in front of her. Two teenagers, most likely in their first year of high school, were laughing, running around on the field covered in wildflowers. The boy was chasing after the girl, as the wind picked up strands of his chocolate hair. The girl was giggling as she carefully mirrored each one of the boy's actions, always a step ahead of him. When she finally decided he had had enough she let him reach out and pull them both to the ground. As they tumbled to a stop at the bottom of the slope the boy reached out and tucked a stray lock of her golden hair back in place, behind her ear. As they both pulled in for a kiss, Rachel forced herself to look away.

She had intruded enough and there was no point in trying to feed her own desperate hunger off of something belonging to somebody else. She finally accepted that fact after spending countless nights watching sappy love movies, struggling to hold her tears back.

There just was no stopping these awful feelings that cursed Rachel during the days, intensifying as the nights crept up on her. The strange thing was these feelings couldn't be described as painful. Pain fills you, runs through your every vein until it finally gets the better of you. Pain doesn't last and it gets better as time passes. This was simply emptiness. It could be ignored by occupying yourself with other tasks or just tuning it out but the thing is it will still be there when your hands are finally free or you're too tired to do anything about it. It always left Rachel anxious, as she wondered if it would ever go away. She swallowed back her worries trying to focus on the task in front of her.

Ring

Rachel jumped as the shrillness of the door bell cut through the silence surrounding her. She hadn't been expecting anyone. She thought to ignore it in hopes that the person would take the hint and leave but as the rings started to double, she knew it could only be one person.

Sigh, Quinn again? Rachel thought as the rings continued. She pulled open the door with a plastered smile on her face. "Hello Quinn," she said through clenched teeth. "You know it would be quite pleasant if you could try to not ring the doorbe-"

"Oh thank God you're alive!" Quinn cut her short as she stormed her way into Rachel's apartment. As she saw the puzzled look, she grinned and continued. "I was driving past your building and I saw blood on the window," she said ever so innocently, her voice smothered with concern.

"Blood?" Rachel squeaked. She grew light headed just at the thought of the repulsive liquid. It never failed to make her weak at the knees.

"Mhm, on your bedroom window! I thought I'd better check up on you, you know just in case," Quinn replied smoothly, the corners of her mouth tugging upwards. She followed Rachel to her bedroom and plopped down onto the perfectly made bed. Quinn reached for Sabella and lifted her onto the bed, anticipating one of Rachel's scowls.

"Quinn! It's fuchsia paint! How is that even close to the colour of blood?" Rachel yelled, throwing her hands in the air.

"How was I supposed to know Rach?" Quinn hid her snickers as she looked from under her pair of lush lashes outlining her icy blue eyes. "You're so much of a diva your blood might as well be pink anyways..." Quinn rolled her eyes and smirked.

Rachel flushed red. "Why are you even here?"

She loved Quinn except sometimes their relationship could get strained, especially when Quinn manages to push one, or all, of her buttons a little bit too hard. But heaven knows they are much better than how they were for most of high school.

They grew together during their last year at McKinley. Santana and Brittany had somehow miraculously manipulated their way back on the Cheerios, leaving Quinn uniformless and therefore, friendless. Of course they, well Brittany, had invited Quinn to join them as they regained their lost popularity from the past year but Quinn refused stating that Sue's tactics were still too inhuman for her. After that, Brittany and Santana kind of just shrugged her off for the remainder of their high school experience. Quinn was hurt, but she quickly found her way back to the tight group of misfits that had been first to accept her, just like when her pregnancy was leaked once upon a time. And even after all their history, Rachel was the one Quinn bonded with the most being someone who's had to deal with Santana for most of her life.

Rachel smiled at the memories of her last, and by far best, year of high school. Ah, what I would give to turn the hands of time back, she thought. Quinn coughed, pulling her out of her own cloud. She grabbed a Lysol disinfectant wipe and tried her luck with the painted window.

"Honestly Rach? I miss you."

"Ha, that's very funny Quinn. That's not even possible considering we've spent most of the week together which may be the very reason why my fridge has been completely wiped out. You know I really don't see the point with these ridiculous stunts. First the 'blood' and now this? It's very immature and I would've thought you'd outgrown them by now." Rachel gave out an exasperated sigh as she picked up the paint brush and set it back near her easel.

Quinn's eyes followed Rachel's every move. "Rachel, I'm being serious." She spoke in an unusual whisper.

Rachel's eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she looked up at Quinn. This was clearly bothering Quinn and she really should be taking it seriously. As she met Quinn's eyes she suddenly felt self conscious. The familiar warm flush had found its way back to her cheeks and she looked away.

"You've changed and you know it too. You can't even look me in the eyes anymore Rachel. We're supposed to be best friends and right now, I don't even know who you are." Quinn dropped her gaze as she shook her head.

Rachel bit her lip, was Quinn right? Before she had a chance to rebut, Quinn's eyes were staring back at her, filled with sadness but also determination as Quinn pushed on with what little left she had to say.

"You've lost yourself Rachel..."

And with that the walls Rachel had worked so hard to put up fell down. Rachel crumbled to her knees on her lush sheep carpet as her throat tightened. She gulped hard as the realization sunk in. What Quinn was saying was 100% true.

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