Title: Dear Rachel
Author: AlexaNova
Spoilers: AU
Disclaimer: I don't own glee or any of the characters. If I did, I will always and forever make Faberry canon.
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Note: So, I'm gonna update because I just realized you wouldn't understand the whole point of the story with just one chapter. I'll update a little quicker this time, maybe once or twice a day. This story is unbeta'd until the end. So, sorry for that. I think the letter will look better italicized, no? So, I changed it. Hope you don't mind. Anyway, don't forget to review! Reviews are like energy drinks. They keep an author's day going.
October 1,2012
9:23 in the Evening
Dear Rachel,
I'm sorry for leaving you for a week. I just had to pull myself together. I don't want you to see me breaking down in your room. Speaking of your room, it's too floral. Your friends sent you flowers and get-well-soon cards. I haven't gotten you anything yet. I'm feeling stupid now. I'm a friend aren't I? I should be giving you flowers and get-well-soon cards but, I'm not. I don't want to give you flowers and cards because I know you won't see them.
I remember one of your dads, scooping me up and putting me down on the sofa in the right corner. He was the tall, dark skinned guy. He's a great father, Rachel. Even if he didn't know me that well, he shushed me like he would with his own child. Now that I think about it, it's embarrassing to know that I cried in his arms. While he was putting a blanket to cover my shaking body, I asked him what was going to happen to you. He was silent for a while. I even thought he wasn't going to answer me because I thought I was being insensitive. When he did finally answer me, he said that he doesn't know yet but one thing is for sure.
You are in a coma.
That's why I know you won't see those flowers because they'll wither away when you wake up one day. I don't know about the cards. Maybe I'll file them in a safe place.
You like that, right?
You like doing that. Sometimes you're too much Rachel Berry that it's kinda scary but, I've finally realized that that's what makes you a unique star. Isn't that your metaphor, of you being a star? I remember because you've said that like a hundred times in glee club.
You know, they all visit you everyday. Not at the same time, but maybe in pairs or one by one. I think Brittany told me that Santana actually cried. That was a big surprise. Who knew that Santana genuinely cares about you, though; she denied it when I asked her. She told me that there was just something in her eyes that day and it wouldn't go away. Anyway, I haven't opened the box you gave me. I want to see your reaction when I open the box.
Well, good night Rachel. See you tomorrow.
Q.