Omg, two updates in a week. I just have a lot of time right now. And I had this scene already figured out in my head. So hope you like it. Also right now the tally is 3 Pezberry, 5 Faberry, and 3 indifferent. There is still time to give me your input on what you want to see. And as always thank you for the reviews, and input. And thank you for voting, lol.
"Hey," Quinn said taking a seat next to Rachel. They were in Mr. Shuster's detention. He was in the back of the room not even paying attention.
Rachel didn't respond. Quinn gently touched Rachel's arm with one finger getting her attention. Rachel flinched pulling her arm away.
Quinn held up her hands away from Rachel. "Sorry," she whispered.
"I don't like to be touched," Rachel informed Quinn.
"Since when?"
"Since now."
"Since you changed your appearance," Quinn pointed out.
Rachel shrugged in response.
"Sorry I got you in trouble," Quinn apologized.
"It's ok. It keeps me here longer," Rachel informed her ex glee mate.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Why would you want to be here longer?"
"It's better than the alternative," Rachel said in a quiet voice.
"What is the alternative?" Quinn asked.
Rachel turned away from Quinn. She refused to answer. It was her burden to carry. She didn't trust the now pink haired girl. Quinn waited for a response, but after a while saw she wasn't going to get it.
"Ok so can you tell me why you changed your appearance?" Quinn said at another attempt to get Rachel to open up.
"You did the same thing," Rachel pointed out.
"I'm rebelling. What is your excuse?"
"I'm hiding," Rachel replied.
"From…" Quinn egged Rachel.
Again Rachel didn't respond. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out her iPod. She placed the earpieces in her ears and ignored Quinn until they were free to go. Quinn knew she was close to finding out what was wrong. The two questions she didn't answer had to do with where she goes when she is not in school and who she was hiding from. Quinn was guessing that it had to do with her home.
Quinn pulled out her cell phone, and sent a message to detention was over and the students filed out of the room. Quinn kept a few students between herself and Rachel but kept an eye on her. When she exited the classroom she saw Santana and Brittany waiting for her.
"What's up Q?" Santana asked.
Quinn nodded towards the small girl walking down the other direction. "I think there is something wrong in the home front," Quinn whispered. "Come on."
The three kept distance between themselves and Rachel as she walked away from the exit and towards the auditorium.
"Something is wrong with the front of her house?" Brittany asked.
Quinn looked at the blonde and rolled her eyes. "No Britt. I mean something is wrong at Rachel's home, like family wrong."
"How do you figure?" Santana asked.
They watched Rachel enter the auditorium. They decided to go hide in the balcony to see what Rachel was going to do.
"Because I asked her questions, and there were two she didn't answer. One was when I apologized for getting her in trouble. She said it kept her here longer, and it was better than the alternative. What is the alternative to school?"
"Jail?" Brittany asked.
"Home," Quinn answered. "Then when asked about the change in appearance, she turned it on me. I told her I was rebelling. Her response was she was hiding. When I asked from what, again she didn't answer. She is either hiding something in general, or hiding from something."
"What do you think it is?" Santana asked.
The girls reached the balcony. "I have no idea," Quinn whispered.
The three watched Rachel reach the stage, containing a baby grand piano. Rachel sat down and pressed down random keys. The girls looked at each other wondering what Rachel was going to do. Then they got their answer. Rachel pressed down keys with both of her hands, playing the first lines of a song. The pace was slow.
"What is she playing?" Brittany asked.
"Shh," Santana and Quinn said in unison. They were waiting for Rachel to start singing to figure out the song.
"Nobody knows… Nobody knows but me, that I sometimes cry. If I could pretend that I'm asleep, when my tears start to fall. I peek out from behind these walls; I think nobody knows…Nobody knows no. Nobody likes… Nobody likes to lose their inner voice. The one I used to hear before my life, made a choice. But I think nobody knows, No, no, nobody knows, no."
Rachel was pressing harder on the keys, with more passion with the words being sung.
"Baby! Oh the secret's safe with me. There's nowhere else in the world that I could ever be. And baby don't it feel like I'm all alone. Who's gonna be there after the last angel has flown, and I've lost my way back home. I think nobody knows no. I said nobody knows. Nobody cares…"
Rachel lightened the pressure behind her fingers. Returning to the previous tempo
"It's win or lose not how you play the game, and the road to darkness has a way. Of always knowing my name, but I think nobody knows. No, no, nobody knows, no, no, no, no."
Rachel again added more pressure to the chorus.
"Baby! Oh the secret's safe with me. There's nowhere else in the world that I could ever be. And baby don't it feel like I'm all alone. Who's gonna be there after the last angel has flown. And I've lost my way back home. And oh no, no, no, no, nobody knows, no, no, no, no, no, no."
Rachel nearly yelled the no's at the end of the verse. Tears were forming in her eyes.
"Tomorrow I'll be there my friend. I'll wake up and start all over again, when everybody else is gone. No, no, no."
Rachel again got quiet, softly pressing on the keys.
"Nobody knows… Nobody knows the rhythm of my heart... The way I do when I'm lying in the dark. And the world is asleep. I think nobody knows… Nobody knows. Nobody knows… but me. Me-e-e-e"
Rachel played the last note and hid her face in her hands as she cried.
"Hey," a male voice said near one of the auditorium doors.
Quinn, Santana and Brittany all ducked down as they saw the janitor walk down the aisles.
Rachel quickly wiped her eyes, before turning to the man. "Sorry Mr. B."
"How many times am I gonna have to kick you out?" he asked placing his hands on his hips.
Rachel grabbed her bag and made her way to the stage, "Until I get a watch."
"Just go," he said pointing to the door.
Rachel quickly left the auditorium. The girls hiding on the balcony quickly left.
When they reached the hallway they looked up and down, looking for Rachel. No signs of the small girl. They ran to the exit and again didn't see her.
"Damnit," Quinn said under her breath.
"Don't you know where she lives?" Santana asked.
"No," Quinn replied.
"But I thought you went there when you two worked on writing a song last year," Santana countered
"Yea, but that was once. I don't remember how I got there. And remember what I said earlier, my guess is she's not home."
"She must know magic," Brittany said out of nowhere.
"Here's what we'll do. Tomorrow we'll split up and follow her. Find out what is going on. You heard the song," Quinn suggested.
"She's probably walking; we'll get her by foot and by car. Pick you up tomorrow?" Santana asked as they made their way to the parking lot.
"Sounds good," Quinn said reaching her car. "Tomorrow we find out what Rachel is hiding."
Song: Nobody Knows by P!nk