Author's note: Please enjoy, I'm sooo sorry for the sadness in this story, but I assure you Quinn helps her through it and it's romantic and touching!

Broken:

Torn in half
No blood spilt
A clean break
Not so clean.

No blood
Just tears
Hot and salty forming
A pool of sadness by my feet.

Rachel sobbed into Quinn's comforting arms, "why me?"

"I don't know Rachie, I just really don't know."

They had been like this for hours, both of their eyes were swollen with tears, puffy and bloodshot. Silently the blonde was rocking the tiny and illness stricken girl in her arms, occasionally humming a random tune. Her fathers were both lying on the chairs, too upset and weak to even stand up. Leeroy had his dry and flaky hand resting on Hiram, who was pasty and looked nauseous. He had already vomited three times, causing Rachel to and apparently that wasn't good for her so he felt even worse. The doctor came into the room about three hours before, to deliver yet more bad news. Rachel Barbara Berry had an estimated time of around six months left. Six months left to live. A nurse entered to the room, a pitiful and sympathetic smile on her face as she gave the brunette her dinner. Rice pudding and potatoes. With brown stuff. Rachel gave the woman a grateful forced smile before ignoring the food and returning to Quinn's arms.

The nurse cleared her throat, "Umm, Rachel is going to have to stay overnight for some tests and observation, would you please arrange a bag for her?"

Quinn instantly felt sorry for the woman, how embarressing and awkward must it be to have to ask that? Very.

"Uh, of course, I'll-" started Leeroy but Quinn interrupted.

"You should stay here, with Rachel. I'll get her things if you want to, I need a key though," offered the blonde, trying to be helpful. It was greatly appreciated. Leeroy handed his key over to her and she wrote down the stuff that the beautiful brunette wanted, through dictation. Quinn hurriedly made her way out to her car and sat for a while, watching the rain dribble down her windscreen, like the tears on her face. Why Rachel? Why couldn't it have been her? It just wasn't fair, the petite brunette with the big dreams and the potential to make them come true was going to die. Wasn't going to be able to live her dreams. The tearful blonde shuddered, turned the engine on and made her way to Rachel's house. It was huge, warm and inviting. The girl hurriedly opened the door, anxious to be by Rachel's side as soon as she could. Pottering about the house, one by one, she found each item on Rachel's lengthy list.

"Right," Quinn murmured to herself, "Now for the last one."

She scanned down the poorly written list checking off each one in her mind until she came to the last of them.

Diva notebook with a crown on the front (Top drawer of desk)

Quinn bounded up the stairs with haste, pulling open the drawer to Rachel's creamy pink desk. She looted around inside for a while, finding a watch, a pot of gum, a pencil case and old bits of scrunched up paper. Eureka. The notebook. She grabbed it and went to put it in her bag but in her haste, a loose page fell from it. As Quinn stooped down and picked it up, she couldn't help but read it.

Rachel Barbara Berry's bucketlist:

Stroke a lion.

Meet Barbara Streisand, my idol.

Kiss a dolphin.

Have a child, preferably a girl and name her Elpheba.

Climb down the chimney and give a present to a deserving child for Christmas.

Dress up as a gold star and walk down the street.

Rescue a chicken.

Perform on broadway in front of a sold out crowd.

Have sexual relations in a sunny meadow with a suitor of choice.

Leave milk and cookies for Santa.

Use handcuffs and a whip in sex.

Sleep with goats for two days to find out how they live.

Win nationals.

Once she had read this, the girl put her finger to her lip thoughtfully as she carefully placed the paper back in the notebook. Quinn Fabray had an idea.

Author's note: Please review, alert and favourite! I hope you enjoyed this. Next up: Quinn confronts Rachel about the list and a promise is made :)