As I walked down the dark hallway I could sense something was wrong. "Ch-Charlie? You there?" I called shakily.

Turning around I saw the glint of metal catching the light and heard a deep voice, "Quinnie, quit running from me. You know I'm always one step ahead."

I backed into the wall, whimpering softly, "P-Please don't kill me Daddy. Please." As he came into the light I saw the sickening grin on his face. I shook, unable to hide my terror, "Wh-What you found on my laptop wasn't true. I-I swear."

"So that love letter to that Berry girl? You know I'm not a fool. That one was hand written. In a damn envelope!" He screamed at me. He was never supposed to find out. About the letter. About Rachel. About Charlie helping me. Who knows what he did to Charlie. I had to get out of the house. I had to find Rachel. Before he did. "Exactly. You can't lie to me Quinnie. Not when I know everything. But I can't have a gay daughter now can I?"

"B-But wouldn't making us disappear be suspicious? Th-They'd wonder where we were at..." I tried, but to no avail. It wouldn't work. Not with him. He wouldn't care about anything once we were gone. He'd right the wrongs I did.

Quinn woke up with a start and she grabbed the letter on her nightstand. It was only a dream. Her father hadn't found the letter yet and Charlie was still alive. She took deep breaths and rubbed her face aas she made her way to get ready for school. She was going to give the letter to Rachel. Well, not give it to her but slip it into her locker and hope for the best.

An hour later she stood in front of the brunette's locker, slowly opening it and placing the letter with a gardenia in it and quickly walking to her own before Rachel came up. She watched quietly as the girl she'd fallen for found her gift and the smile that spread across Rachel's face was worth any trouble it got Quinn into.