AN: New day, new chapter! Christmas eve here. So, the whole thing is going to be 9 chapters. Tomorrow's chapter will be the last one that's over 2000 words. After that, they'll be over 3000 :) so yeah, I really hope you all like it. If you feel like a virtual chocolate chip cookie, review and make me sing my impromptu "yay, reviews!" song again while bouncing down the stairs excitedly. (Yeah, I can be like that.) Chapter title taken from Is There A Ghost? by Band of Horses. Awesome song. I say, awesome! So in this chapter... annoying!Rachel tries to make Quinn cave. And we see Judy. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything I may refer to.

~ I could sleep, I could sleep
When I lived alone
Is there a ghost in my house? ~

Quinn breathed in deeply through her nose. This day would be all kinds of ugly, she suspected. She suspected right. After this wonderful beginning, she walked inside McKinley High School. The first person she saw was Finn. He blushed when he saw her and pulled her aside.

"Hi, Quinn." She'd never get used to a huge guy like him acting shy or embarrassed. It was too weird.

"Listen, I've been wanting to talk to you, 'cause… I feel like I owe you an apology. I know I scared you Monday. I'm sorry for flipping out on you like that."

"Please, don't," Quinn interrupted him quickly. "Nothing to apologize for. You couldn't really help it either, so…"

"By the way, you and Puck were pretty awesome yesterday. Where did that come from? I'd kind of expect anyone there but you…"

His voice was layered with silent accusations and Quinn suppressed a wry smile. Of course. She didn't care, not the cold hearted bitch who hated Rachel. Then she remembered how annoying Rachel had been this morning and remembered that no, she didn't care.

"Yeah, well, thanks…"

"We're all doing a song at the funeral. Maybe we'll do that one, we don't know yet, but anyway, thought you should know."

"Thank you," she said earnestly. "What else did I miss? How is everyone… how are you coping?"

He shrugged. "Everyone is still kinda stuck denying it all…" he paused before adding: "I miss her. You know I told her I loved her? She didn't have a chance to say it back. It's just weird, it feels like she's on vacation or something…"

The bell rang, and they both fell silent for a second. Then, Finn said: "See you later," and turned around, quite forgetting that they actually shared their next class together. When Quinn sat down, she shot Finn a look, but he was just staring out of the window.

Class started, and Quinn got her books from her bag. However, looking up again, she got an awful surprise. Rachel was sitting on top of her desk, blocking her view effectively.

"Move over, manhands! You're blocking my view!"

"Since this was exactly the goal I wanted to achieve, I cannot, really. I'm afraid you're going to miss this class, Quinn. You will not be able to see anything because I am blocking your view, and don't think you'll be hearing much of it either."

"This isn't funny, Treasure Trail!" She hissed. Rachel looked at the guy sitting behind the desk next to her, who was gazing at her intently, mouth opened.

"What are you looking at, Karofsky? Your momma never told you it's rude to stare at people?"

Quinn's voice was so irritated and hostile that he looked down without a word.

"I'm afraid that soon, you're going to have to accept that you can't do that to me anymore. Get angry and intimidate me. You'll have to see the power switch here. I've got the power in this relationship now."

Relationship?

"Wipe that smug grin of your face, Berry. I'm trying to follow a class here."

"Trying and failing," Rachel said loudly. She begin to whistle a tune then, and kept humming and whistling for the rest of the class.

"Are you whistling Yellow Submarine?" Quinn asked in an incredulous voice. Rachel looked like she would have blushed if she had been alive.

"I am. It is quite a legendary song, you know. And the tune is more than a little catchy."

"You are such a freak," Quinn whispered.

"And you are so not, miss Ghost Whisperer?"

"Shhht!" She said, looking around hurriedly.

"People can only hear you. And you are making a fool out of yourself."

Indeed, many people were staring at her. She gave them all her deadliest gaze before turning it on Rachel, who said: "If looks could kill, it's a good thing I'm already dead!"

Rachel kept on whistling and Quinn finally kept quiet, afraid of more comments.

Right before lunch, Mercedes came to her.

"Hey, Quinn, we're going to the choir room to pick a song to perform."

"Okay, I'll be there in a few."

Mercedes hadn't left for 3 whole seconds when Quinn heard a familiar voice beside her.

"Is there a performance? A competition? Will you be competing? I dare doubt you can do it without me. Sure, we have quite some talent in our club, but someone must step up and truly be a captain. What is the setlist? Oh, you are determining it now, right? It should depend on the kind of competition, every single one is different, of course. What's it for?"

They were now at the choir room, and Quinn whispered, not looking at Rachel: "Your funeral."

Quinn walked in, and was relieved to note that it wasn't dead silent. Everyone was quietly talking amongst teach other. It was almost like normal, only… not. When everyone was there, Mr. Shue stood up.

"We narrowed down the choices to Eric Clapton's Tears In Heaven and Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles. What do you think?"

Now it got quiet, before Tina said: "I think that Rachel would have liked Tears in Heaven. It's, you know, epic and really appropriate." A murmur of agreement came from the group, and Rachel said:

"What? I'll be the first one to say that Tears in Heaven is a beautiful song, but on my funeral, I prefer something a little more positive and hopeful! Quinn, please help. Tell them that I want Here Comes the Sun!"

Quinn tried ignoring her, but Rachel was persistent as always.

"Tell them! It's my funeral, after all."

Quinn stood up, and all eyes were on her. She tried to reign in her annoyance, since Rachel had a good point. It was her funeral.

"I disagree. I think Rachel would have liked Here Comes the Sun."

"Yeah, cause you knew her so well," Santana sneered.

"And you did?"

"I don't pretend otherwise."

"Hey now," Mr. Shue said, "Quinn, why would you think that?"

"Well… we all know that Rachel was a real optimist. She wouldn't have wanted such a sad song like Claptons, but something more… positive, and hopeful."

The last word did it. She heard Finn: "That does sound like her."

"Yeah, it does," Puck agreed.

"So, Here Comes the Sun?" Mr. Shue asked. Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Here Comes the Sun it is."

"Thanks," she heard Rachel's voice when she sat back down. From the corner of her mouth, she whispered back:

"You're welcome. It's your funeral."

After that, Quinn once again committed herself to the difficult task of ignoring Rachel Berry. The only time she really had trouble with it, was when Mrs. Jackson asked her a question and Rachel was blabbering through it.

Quinn made the mistake of asking her to repeat it in a very, very loud voice. Her temper overtook her, and she hissed at Rachel: "If you weren't already dead, I would do the job myself!"

Rachel thought that this was so harsh she got a hurt look on her face and seemed to almost slip away.

Well, good. Quinn thought angrily, but before the second minute had passed, a sour feeling bubbled in her stomach.

Guilt. Ugh.

Guilty for lashing out at the poor dead girl. It reminded her all too much of the quarrels she used to have with Finn. They would fight, get angry, she would say something that would hurt him, he would pull back and after the guilt kicked in she'd apologize and it would all be fine again.

Already she felt the strong urge to voice an apology make it's way to her mouth, like word vomit.

Don't, she told herself. Don't apologize. Don't give her that. She had it coming.

Her mouth opened. "Rachel?" She felt like a moron, but Rachel appeared beside her.

"Ah, I see you have finally learned my first name! What can be the reason you call it out now?"

"Nothing," Quinn said, already regretting her impulse.

"Somehow I doubt that. You called me. Here I am. What is it?"

"How did you get here?"

"I have no idea. You're supposed to be the one who has all the answers."

"How did you come to that con—"

"Your point?"

Quinn bit her lip, but decided to grant her whirling insides a little peace.

"Sorry."

"Apology accepted," Rachel said, nearly glowing. Quinn looked up to see everyone busying themselves with an assignment she had completely missed, and thought that this whole thing was bound to ruin her GPA.

At last, the final bell rang. Quinn hurried home, eager to escape the force controlling the day. She couldn't believe it, but again, she felt emotionally drained. It had a lot to do with the horrible atmosphere at school, like everyone was going to cry at the drop of a hat.

It was making the air harder to breathe, her mouth dry, her throat thick. It was awful.

She heard a knock, and when she called for the other to come in, her mother walked hesitantly towards her to sit on her bedside.

"Are you alright honey? You seem really tired these last days, is everything okay?"

Quinn doubted, but knew she had to get it off her chest, and this was her best option. Her only option, really.

"Mom, do you remember the girl from school who died?"

"I do. Rachel, right? That short girl from your Glee club?"

"Right. Well, something happened."

"What is it, sweetie? Is it something with… our thing?"

"Yeah, I…" her voice went to a raw whisper. "She came to me."

"When?"

"Yesterday, after the radio performance, but it already seems like forever."

"Young people are often not yet ready to leave earth behind."

"That's fine, but does she have to cling to me?"

"She's got nobody else to cling to, that is the problem, Quinnnie. Was she a good friend of yours?"

Quinn snorted. "No. Not even a little."

"That's… difficult."

"I hate her."

"Maybe you can work on that, then?"

"Oh, no, no. You don't know her. She's hell on earth, I can't even… she's so annoying, it's almost impossible to get how someone can be so annoying. Every time we talk, I want to punch her."

"Then it's a good thing you can't. Quinn, you know you've been lucky. Allison and I had to deal with all this much earlier in our lives. Are you going to ignore her or help her?"

"Ignore her if I can and hope she'll give up… if she can. She's like, really persistent."

"Are you sure, Quinn? You know, there may come a time where you'll regret not helping her."

"Not her. Just, not her."

"If you're sure, I wish you good luck, sweetie. I hope it's the right choice."

She kissed Quinn's forehead before leaving her daughter's room.

Quinn woke with a start. 2:35 AM. What the hell? Why was she awake?

Her stomach dropped.

"Rachel?"

"How'd you guess? Sorry, I think I broke your lamp here…"

"It was already broken. Why are you here?"

"I don't know!"

"Then stop it, you creepy stalker!"

"No, I actually don't know. I just appeared here. I don't have to sleep anymore, and I was trying to think of ways to persuade you to talk to me and suddenly I was here… Oh, inspiration!"

"What?" That can't be good.

"I'll just make myself comfortable… there. You know Quinn, I have ways. And benefits. And now, I have a strategy."

Quinn groaned. "What is it, mastermind?"

Rachel opened her mouth, and out came the lyrics of 'I Feel Pretty' from the West Side Story.

"You can't be serious!"

But she was. After that, Rachel sung 'I Will Always Love You'. After 3 Celine songs, she went to Defying Gravity. After that, Don't Cry For Me Argentina. She kept it up all night while Quinn kept twisting, turning and biting her pillow to keep her from screaming.

Rachel never left Quinn's side from that night on. Wherever Quinn went, Rachel went. During school, at Glee, at home and anything inbetween. Rachel saw Quinn growing more tired and weary looking, and knew Quinn would crack. The only matter was when.

It was the third night that Rachel spent singing to Quinn. The first night consisted of Rachel's personal favourites, second night the most annoying pop songs that got stuck in your head of the last 6 years, and now she was going for the classics. She suddenly got a great idea for a song.

"Oh, you'll love this one!"

Quinn groaned heartily, and Rachel sang:

"Come all without, come all within

You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn

Come all without, come all within

You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn!"

"No, not that one!" Quinn begged, but Rachel was absolutely merciless. After 3 more lines, Quinn interrupted her.

"Fine, you win."

"I win?"

"I'll help you. Starting tomorrow. But just… Let me sleep now? Please?"

She sounded so desperate, Rachel had really outdone herself.

"Alright. Sleep well, Quinn. I'll see you tomorrow."

Quinn was asleep within less than a minute, worn out. Rachel congratulated herself. She did it. And hopefully, tomorrow she'd finally get a couple of answers.