"I believe that if I should die,
and you were to walk near my grave,
from the very depths of the earth
I would hear your footsteps"
- Benito Perez Galdos


Dawn broke and Quinn was unbelievably relieved. She hadn't moved all night; she couldn't sleep after what they had done. She couldn't understand it. What had come over them? Quinn had never seen Rachel so lustful, and on top of that, she could not remember a time in which she had been able to ignore the emptiness in her chest that always arouse when someone touched her. To top it all off, she couldn't see Raven anymore. Ms. Pillsbury had said something about how Geists actually existed in the same space as the Bound, but Quinn was under the impression that she had been doomed to hallucinate her friend for the rest of her life. It was more than just unsettling; it genuinely worried her.

Rachel yawned in her arms, and moved to stretch. Quinn released her hold of the smaller girl, and was again relieved when she realized that Rachel wasn't pulling away. Rachel's eyes fluttered open, and Quinn found her heart in her throat. Whatever went on in the room between them was one thing, but she wasn't going to forget what Rachel looked like when she woke up in the morning.

"My jaw hurts..."

Quinn coughed, a deep red spreading across her face. Of course her jaw hurts, you practically fucked her mouth, Fabray. She couldn't even look at Rachel, but the younger girl was just confused.

"Why does my jaw hurt? Wait..." She sat up a bit, looking around the room. "Why are we still in this classroom?"

Quinn was aghast. Somehow, Rachel didn't remember anything that had happened between them. The blonde girl wasn't sure if that made her happy or depressed, but before she had time to decide on an emotion, it was too late.

"Quinn, I'm talking to you!"

Her hazel eyes snapped up, meeting Rachel's brown. What was she supposed to say? How could she even explain? She couldn't; and lying was so much easier.

"You, uh... You passed out; I stayed with you because the whole school is locked up and I couldn't get you to wake up."

Rachel sighed, looking for her phone. She pulled it out of her purse and cursed under her breath. "Dead. What time is it?"

Quinn looked around the room quickly before spotting a clock. "Seven. School starts in forty minutes."

Rachel's face scrunched up in frustration. "Okay, Quinn. Take me to the girl's showers."

Quinn wasn't sure if she could be a brighter shade of red if she had been born a lobster.

"Th- the showers? Um, I..." Rachel rolled her eyes before standing up and gathering her things. "Yes, Quinn. I get teased enough at this school without looking like stoner Brett. I don't think I can afford to add "homeless," to the large repertoire of insults your friends have available to sling at me."

Quinn winced, unable to control her reaction to Rachel's statement. She was right; Santana would have a field day with the way Rachel looked now. Taking a minute to look at her own state, she realized quickly that they had little choice; they were both a total mess, and the closest solution was the Cheerio's locker room.

She groaned as she stood, before leading them both to the showers. The door to the locker room was locked, but Quinn knew exactly where Coach Sylvester left her key.


A few minutes later, and all Quinn wanted to do was run fast in the other direction; Rachel, who apparently had no modesty around Quinn whatsoever, had simply began to strip the moment they walked through the door.

Quinn ducked into one of the showers, closing the curtain behind her and trying to focus. Once she heard the water come on in the shower next to her, she felt comfortable enough to start taking off her clothes. Cold water, I think. The stream hit her skin and Quinn prayed to God that she would be able to keep her mouth shut and her dick in her pants around Rachel.

She closed her eyes, unable to get the image of the day before out of her head. Rachel, on her knees, cock stuffed down her throat. It didn't take long for her thoughts to effect her body, and Quinn struggled with the idea of touching herself. Rachel clearly didn't remember the incident (though Quinn wasn't sure how that worked) but that didn't erase it from the blonde's memory.

She felt herself get hard as water streamed down her athletic frame, and Quinn threw caution to the wind. Her hand gripped her own cock loosely, using soap as the only lubricant. She moved up and down the shaft, bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm. All she could think about was the way the back of Rachel's throat felt; the way her she swallowed all of Quinn's cum like it was the most important thing in entire world.

She had been so damn enthusiastic, and Quinn would never be able to get those images out of her head. She came, her cum disappearing into the drain with the rest of the dirt and grime from the previous day. She let out a sigh, allowing herself to relax. Maybe she'd be able to talk to Rachel without acting like a creepy teenage boy now, but she doubted it.

She got dressed inside the shower, her clothes slightly wet from being placed so close to the stall curtain. Whatever, at least she wouldn't have to walk around in a towel around Rachel.

She opened the curtain, and nearly fell over from shock. Quinn cursed the shorter girl's lack of modesty; she was shirtless, fixing her hair in one of the many mirrors. The only thing she was wearing was her bra, and Quinn was both happy and disappointed to see the teal piece of clothing.

"Enjoy yourself?"

Rachel's voice brought her out of her reverie, but only long enough to punch the wind out of her lungs. There was no way she had heard Quinn... right? Shit, Quinn could only think in curses, Fuck! Think, Fabray! Move your mouth!

"Uh, yeah. It was um. A nice shower."

Rachel smirked as she pulled her hair into a pony tail. Quinn was so ridiculous; this was a small room, really, and sound echoed throughout the space. She considered making the chastity queen squirm a bit more, but decided against it, as she needed the blonde to be serious. She turned around to her new friend, looking for her shirt.

"Sooooo... What happened? I remember words appearing on the walls, and then... nothing."

She used her hands when she spoke, and Quinn hid a smile. Quinn sat down, trying hard not to stare at Rachel. Her skin was gorgeous; she wanted to kiss every inch of the smaller girl's skin until she knew her like the halls of McKinley. At the same time, her brain scrambled to find a way out of this conversation. She could't tell her the truth, because that would mean actually talking about her... issue.

When it had happened, she didn't have time to think about the immense shame and terror she felt at the thought of anyone knowing her darkest secret. She'd spent so many years hiding it; showering alone, waiting till the locker room cleared out, dressing inside the showers, etc. It was easier than it should have been. It was always easy for her to lie. What makes now so different? Nothing.

"I don't remember either."

The words flew out of her mouth before she knew it, and once it was said, there was no taking it back. It was an easy lie, and Quinn relaxed as she felt her mask fall into place. Once she became the Ice Queen, it was much easier to distance herself from Rachel; it was her automatic reaction, though she'd been trying to change her behavior.

Rachel looked defeated. "How are we ever going to escape this, Quinn?" Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, and Quinn wanted to die all over again as she felt her walls shatter back to ground with ease. Why does she do this to me? How? She closed the distance between them, sitting next to her, placing her hand on her arm.

"I remember the words. We'll figure this out, Rachel. We have to."

Rachel turned and buried her head in Quinn's shoulder, her tears flowing freely. Quinn wrapped her arms around the smaller girl, holding her close, rocking her softly. The singer sobbed, allowing all the fear and anger to leave her body. The locker room echoed with the singer's voice, and Quinn hated it. She hated that Rachel was crying, she hated that she lied to Rachel, and she hated that she couldn't be truthful to the smaller girl. She rubbed small circles into her back, enjoying their hug while it lasted.

"Come on, Rachel Berry. The Cheerios are going to be here any minute, and I can't deal with Sylvester anymore."


They were standing outside Quinn's locker, as she hastily threw her backpack into it.

"Are you quitting the Cheerios?"

Quinn stopped for a moment, and stared inside her locker like she'd find the answer within. She'd spent so much time in there with her friends, and she loved the power and safety that came along with being Head Cheerio, but...

"It was never me. Not really." She shook her head, unable to look at Rachel during her confession. "I've been trying so hard for the last few years to be this... 'perfect' person, but the truth is that I'm not. I'm not perfect; I'm dead, and I'm not going to waste my second chance on cheerleading."

Her father would be incredibly angry. She was a Fabray, and Fabray's are not quitters. She could almost hear his rant now; he'd tell her that she was ruining her prospects for college, and that her accomplishments on Coach Sylvester's team is all she has going for her. Normally, the thought of defying her parents would cause her to become sick with fear, but now... Who is Russel Fabray to a dead girl?

"No one!"

She heard a whisper over her shoulder, and turned to find the source. To her surprise and relief, Raven's blue eyes met her's. He smiled, tar dripping to the floor around him, his teeth covered in the thick oil. She couldn't fear her father anymore, and Raven was to blame. Looking into his eyes, for the first time since the car accident, she realized that despite all the weirdness, she trusted him. Raven had done more for her in the short time they had been bound than most people had done for Quinn in her entire life.

"Well, as your friend, I support whatever choice you want to make in regards to your extracurricular activities. It's your future, and your parents shouldn't want to stifle you by forcing you into anything." She paused, before pointing at Quinn sternly. "Except for Glee! You're honor bound to the Glee club, Quinn Fabray."

The blonde smiled, unable to contain her reaction to the cuteness before her. "Uh huh. And what are you going to do to keep me there?"

"Quinn!"