A/N Hello guys! So I was very happy when i woke up to a bunch of story alerts/favorites. Thank you so much! This might be the last time i update before Monday because I'm gonna be gone all weekend. But I might update tonight and I will be writing over the weekend :) Don't forget to review!
I Don't Own Glee
"S-She's gone. Quinn Fabray killed herself last night."
The words echoed through the room, running through the kid's minds over and over again. She's gone. How? How did this happen? Quinn seemed so happy; she had no reason not to be. They were no longer the kids' people made fun of in the hallway, they'd finally won nationals. Things were just starting to look up for their sad glee club. And now she was gone, there was no way to get the girl back. That day of glee club was a blur for most of those kids. They held each other close and just cried. Even when the bell rang to go home, they stayed there just crying and remembering their friend.
But while everyone was comforting each other, there sat one person in the back of the room completely silent. Rachel Berry. The brunette sat by herself, trying to comprehend what had happened. None of it made sense to her. In Rachel's eyes Quinn had lived a perfect life. Quinn was someone that Rachel had always envied and when they became friends it had felt like the best, genuine thing in her life. The more and more she thought about the gorgeous blonde and how perfect she had truly been, the more she realized how real all of this was. It had only been 24 hours since she had seen Quinn, but that was only how long it had taken for her to disappear from Rachel's grasp.
Slowly, the glee kids lingered out of the choir room. Truthfully, none of them wanted to leave each other's sides after they realized how quickly a life could be taken. When Finn asked Rachel if she wanted him to come home with her, she politely declined and told him she needed to be by herself and just think for a while.
As Rachel arrived home she found a small envelope sitting on her porch. On the back there was her name written in a very familiar handwriting. Quinn. There was no mistaking it, it had to be hers. But how was she leaving Rachel letters when she was….dead. Rachel pushed through the doors of her home and made sure that her dads were already gone to their business conference for the weekend. Once she knew she was alone the tears seemed to spill over until her chest felt heavy and her eyes grew tired from sobbing.
Taking a deep breath, she carefully slid one finger under the flap of the envelope she had picked up and opened it. At the same time, the phone began to ring. Rachel sighed desperately; all she wanted was to see this letter.
"Hello?" Rachel awnsered with an annoyed tone to her voice. She hoped it would mask the sound of hours of crying in her voice.
"Rachel?" It was Kurt, he too sounded like an emotional wreck. "I had to call you. Blaine and I came home and there was a letter on my porch. A letter from Quinn." Rachel almost dropped the phone when she heard Kurt say it. So she wasn't the only one.
"Kurt, did you read it?"
"No, why?"
"I got one too. We're going to read ours together." Quickly Rachel scurried into the living room where she had left her letter and sat down on the couch, knowing she would need to sit down after this. "Ready? 1…2…3." The brunette finished opening her letter and rushed to read it, needing to feel closer to Quinn than ever. Little did she know, the shock of her life came from that letter.
Bit of a cliffhanger i know ;) tell me what you think please!