This is my first attempt at a Glee fic. My previous attempts at writing have failed after chapter 2, I am hoping the same doesn't happen here. The length of this chapter does not reflect on what the chapters will usually be, I just have this idea in my head a 13 hour day at work ahead of me and 1 hour to write this before I leave and forget it.
Chapter one: Contact
July 23 2018
"You have one new message. To listen to your message press one."
"Hey Brittany… It's Quinn. It's been a long time since we spoke huh? I hope you are ok?… Err… Mike mentioned you were doing great things with your dancing, really making a name for yourself. I'm so proud of you Britt!… and I'm sorry Britt... I am sorry for taking sides. I shouldn't have, you were both hurting in different ways. And I'm sorry for the reason I am leaving this message but I need you help… or advice…or something. I don't know what to do anymore Britt! … I know she is not your responsibility anymore, but you have always known her best. She was attacked Britt, I don't know if anyone told you. Its ok, she's ok. She's physically fine, healing slowly… but mentally Britt, I don't know what to say. I don't know how to reach her. We have always known she bottles things up but this is too much. She's a balloon Britt, stretched too far. The pressure is too much and she needs a release before it bursts and she breaks beyond repair… I scared Britt, scared we are going to lose her. Help Britt!... I… We… You… Crap I shouldn't have phoned, she's not your problem… I'm sorry!..."
"To Listen to the message again press two, to delete the message press three."
The phone was gently lowered to the bed, as blue eyes rimmed with red stared at the screen. Breathing laboured and desperate left the blonde's head spinning. The third time listening to the voice mail did not change the message contained inside. 2 years she had lived her life, hiding from the past, hiding from Santana, hiding from the hurt, the fear, the uncertainty.