A/N Wow okay, I wasn't planning on updating again today but this just kinda came out. So why not? lol I obviously am not very busy today. Anyway enjoy
By Sunday, Rachel could no longer take the empty feel of her house anymore so she decided to take a drive over to Kurt's. As she began to get closer she remembered that Quinn's house had been directly across the street from Kurt's. Great, she thought to herself, that's just what I need right now. To be reminded about Quinn Fabray again. The more she drove the clearer the figures in front of her lover's home became. Boxes were stacked around a large truck. A moving truck. And the people at Quinn's house were movers.
Rachel pulled into Kurt's driveway quickly and climbed the steps, wanting to grab him and rush to Quinn's to see what was going on. She waited impatiently at the door, wondering what was taking Kurt so long to open the door. Finally, he showed up at the door with his hair sticking in every which way and his shirt on backwards.
"Wow there," Rachel joked, giggling for the first time since she had heard of Quinn's death. "Did I interrupt something?" She saw Blaine standing behind Kurt with the same messy hair and horny look in his eyes. Both boys blushed as Kurt invited Rachel inside and fixed his shirt so that it was in the right direction.
"You didn't even call, Rachel," Kurt said, sounding a little annoyed that she had obviously interrupted an intense make out session. "Plus you just hung up on me on Friday. So what's so important?"
"This," Rachel whispered, sliding her letter from Quinn across the table, "this is what's so important." She waited silently as both of the boys read it, their faces blatantly showing how surprised they were. Blaine was the first one of them to speak.
"Wow, so Quinn was… in love with you? I never saw that coming," he remarked, looking genuinely bewildered. "How are you taking this, Rach? You look a little dizzy." Blaine was right, Rachel did feel dizzy. Her head was hurting from thinking about all of it so much.
"I really don't want to think about it too much," Rachel mumbled, "Maybe we should go across the street to tell Quinn's mom how sorry we are for her loss. It looks like she's moving or something." The boys agreed and the three of them walked over to Quinn's old house. When her mom saw them crossing the lawn, she rushed over to them and engulfed them all in a giant hug. Her face looked grave and tired, like she hadn't slept in days. Which was exactly how Rachel felt. All night she had spent tossing and turning, almost in fear of sleep. Because every time she closed her eyes she saw Quinn's face, haunting her. So she had given up sleep and just lay there all night.
"I just can't stand the thought of being in this house anymore. It hurts too much," Quinn's mom was saying, snapping Rachel out of her thoughts. "If any of you want anything that belonged to her, please, feel free to take it." She patted all of them on the back and walked over to one of the movers to talk to them. The three friends stood there for a few minutes until something caught Kurt's eye.
"Guys wait, come here!" He was practically sprinting across the yard to get to a box that a mover had just sat down. Blaine and Rachel casually strolled behind him and tried to get a closer look at the box Kurt was inspecting. As he moved out of their way Rachel was able to see what the box said on it. In the ever familiar hand writing- the same writing that was printed on Rachel's letter- was Rachel's name scrawled on it. Her eyes went wide and she felt dizzy once again. A box addressed to her? Before she could even think of what to do Kurt was lifting the box off the ground and prancing back across the street to his house. Blaine and Rachel exchanged a confused look, and then quickly followed the boy that seemed to have a plan.
Once they were all safely inside Kurt's house, the three of them gathered around the kitchen table to find the contents of the strange box. Kurt slowly took a knife and cut the tape from across the top of the box, then pulled back the flaps. Rachel took a deep breath and pulled a chair out, feeling the need to sit down before she passed out.
After Kurt was done opening the box, he pulled a piece of paper from the top of the box and silently read it to himself. Rachel and Blaine watched curiously, waiting for him to be done. As he finished reading the piece of paper his mouth fell open in shock. He checked inside the box and his mouth only fell open wider.
"Rachel," He started, "This box is filled with letters from Quinn. To you. One for each day of the year."
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