The first few months of our relationship we got weird looks. People didn't understand why a pretty girl was with the emo freak but we didn't care. We had code names for each other, she called me Pony boy and I called her Barbra. I drew her pictures and wrote her poems. She brought me cookies and found old movies for us to watch. She loved the theater she was in all the school plays as well as the musicals and the lead in basically all of them. And I was there with flowers for all of them. We normally hung out at my house after school but one day she invited me to her house. We were watching Cry baby when her parents came home. They didn't see me at first I looked at her and she whispered.

"Stay." I nodded and put my arm around her. Her parents came in and saw me at first they were shocked then they were angry.

"What is this girl doing in our house? Who is she?"

I stood up "hi Mr. Berry my name is Quinn Fabray."

Mr. Berry didn't say anything for a while then realization came across his face. "Oh your Dr. Judy Fabray's daughter. It's a pleasure to meet you."

I smiled "thank you Mr. Berry it's a pleasure to meet you as well."

"Well Quinn I am perfectly fine with you dating my Rachel but there are a few ground rules. You are not allowed to be in Rachel's room alone the door must be open at all times. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mr. Berry."

He nodded and left. Her daddy was fine with me dating her as well. He said as long as I didn't harm her that I was good in his book. When we graduated high school she went off to Julliard for theater and I went to NYU to study art. I can't say my classes were very interesting drawing naked men wasn't really my thing. And working in the cafe on campus wasn't interesting. I didn't become really inspired until I was sitting at Julliard waiting for Rachel to finish class. I was waiting on a grassy hill under a tree. And then I saw her. Rachel instantly captivated me she looked so beautiful her simple white dress flowed behind her and the wind was blowing in her face not so it covered it but so it accented her eyes. I stared and when she saw me she smiled and I knew I had to capture this on paper so I could remember it forever. I pulled out my pencil and pad and started sketching I got the basic form on paper before she came over and practically pounced on me.

"Whatcha doin Pony boy?" She said laughing as I playfully kissed her neck.

"I was sketching I know what I am going to do my project on," I said smiling. She picked up the pad and smiled softly.

"Is that supposed to be me?"

I sat up a bit and kissed her nose. "It is you."

She scrunched her nose in the most adorable way possible. "It's too beautiful to be me..."

I raised her head so she was looking at me, "it's not beautiful enough to be you."

After I turned in that project my work was viewed by one of the most famous art collectors in New York. He immediately hired me and asked me to sketch more with charcoal or to paint. And I was more than happy to, Rachel got her first big role in a musical on Broadway that did very well. Her opening night was the same day as my exhibit so we arranged to go to her premier first them sneak away to my exhibit after. When the night was finally over we collapsed on our bed.

"We finally did it Pony boy we made it." I felt her soft lips on mine and smelled her raspberry shampoo.

"Quinn? Q? Are you alright?" I opened my eyes and I was in Santana's car. No, no this can't be right! Where was Rachel? I just... It was a memory. I sighed and looked at Santana.

"I'm fine." She nodded one of the best things about Santana she never asked too many questions. We walked up to her apartment I felt like my legs were heavier with every step. When we finally got to her apartment and she opened the door I was assaulted by Britney. She flung her arms around me.

"I'm so sorry Q...I'm so sorry I know how much she meant to you." I stood there I didn't want to hug her but I patted her back so I didn't seem like a jerk. She let go of me after what seemed like an eternity and looked at me. Her light blue eyes looked deep into mine as if she was searching for something. Her shiny blonde hair fell about her shoulders in soft waves.

"You can shower and change I'll lend you some of my stuff." Santana said as she put her arm around Brit pulling her away from me. I looked at her silently thanking her and walked down the hall to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. Her blood was all over me, my shirt was basically red. My face was covered in red it was even in my hair. As I looked it hit me. She's really gone and not coming back. I felt like I was going to be sick so I bent over the toilet and vomited at least twice. I picked myself up and turned the shower on. I put the temperature on hot stripped my blood stained clothes off and got in. As soon as I got in blood started to wash away I watched as the red ran down the shower. My vision blurred and I heard a sob escape my throat. I couldn't hold it anymore I let the tears fall down my face.

"Oh God! Oh God! She's gone!"
I was screaming again. "Why was she taken from me! What did I do! What did I do!" I banged my fist against the wall. I started banging myself on the wall and screaming I wasn't even saying words anymore I was just screaming.

"Quinn open this door!"

I kept screaming and banging.

"Quinn open this door right now!"

I heard her banging on the door.

"Quinn open it or I'll break it down!" Then I heard Britney talking to her and I didn't hear Santana banging anymore. The key unlocked the door and Brit came in I wasn't banging or screaming anymore I was whimpering against the tile into my knees which were drawn up to my chest.

"Quinn?" Britney said gently. I didn't answer her I didn't want to answer her. I wanted her to go away. "Quinn? Can you hear me?" I still didn't answer. "Quinn I'm coming in now ok?"

I sniffled and immediately cursed myself for doing so because I was crying again my whole body was shaking. I heard Britney come in and push the shower curtain back. I made no attempt to hide from her it's not like she could see anything anyway I was hiding behind my legs.

"Oh Quinn..." I raised my head and looked at my shoulder it was red from all the banging and my head should hurt from crying and screaming and banging and hitting people. But honestly I don't feel anything. I let my head drop back onto my knees and try to stop crying or at least cry quietly. Britney turned the water off and got into the shower with me. She sat there for a while she probably didn't know what to say. Seeing all the blood in her shower probably didn't help. Then she moved again she put a towel around my shoulders and wrapped her arms around me just hugging me. That made me break down all over again.