Quinn huffed as she shut another thick book that held absolutely nothing of use to her situation. They were books on Lima's history but surprisingly, nothing about that house was bound in their tattered pages. Quinn was getting increasingly frustrated. Surely something about that house would be in these books. From what she had heard, the murders and suicide had been a huge thing. There should have been newspaper clippings, information, pictures- anything that would shed some light on how to tackle the issue of saving Rachel. But there wasn't.
"No luck?" Brittany chirped, Quinn shook her head and lolled it on her shoulder as she narrowed her eyes at a sleeping Latina. Brittany was leaning against Santana who was face down in a musty book titled, 'Famous Ghosts, Hauntings and Exorcisms'. Obviously there was a reason why the book had gathered a heavy coat of dust. The blonde cheerleader followed Quinn's exasperated gaze and nudged Santana.
"What?" she snapped more in shock than anger as she shot up right, batting pages off that were stuck to her cheek. She yelled not at Brittany but at a leering Quinn.
"You're supposed to be helping me with this!" Quinn hissed.
"I am! I mean, it's just so boring, reading that is. Can't you just watch The Exorcism of Emily Rose and be happy?" Santana's head whipped around as a prompt 'shh' came from the desk of the old librarian. "Oh shove it grandma," she grumbled under her breath, turning back to her friends.
"There's nothing. Nothing about the house, about the murders. There's nothing that will give me any idea how to fix this," Quinn told them as she leaned back in the creaky chair and pressed her palms to her eyes.
"Why do you even want to fix it? It's not your problem, you're not the one stuck in there," Santana said bitterly, obviously growing tired of being dragged into what seemed like a lost cause.
"San," Brittany warned.
"She's my friend Santana," Quinn said firmly, daring Santana to argue.
"Friend, yeah."
Quinn raised a challenging eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothi-"
"You like Rachel," Brittany deadpanned, getting straight to the point before they both drew this out too long and ended up in a heated argument in a public library. She knew how Santana could get when she was aggravated, and recently she'd noticed how Quinn would freak out and yell about the smallest things. Brittany wondered if it was stress or if it was something else entirely. The cheerleader shivered at the thought but looked back to Quinn's questioning gaze.
Quinn stared back at Brittany and Santana smirked. "What?" Quinn said quietly, as though she hadn't heard her the first time.
"She's right though, isn't she?" Santana stated and Quinn bowed her head in defeat.
"I think it's cute," Brittany said airily, smiling like she was stuck in a captivating daydream.
"Yeah, apart from Rachel being dead and everything," Santana quipped, folding her arms.
Brittany looked as though she was going to tell Santana off but Quinn let out a frustrated sigh and said, "I know. That's the problem. That's the problem to everything. If she wasn't dead she wouldn't be stuck in that house and I wouldn't be sat here on a Wednesday afternoon trying to figure out how to get rid of a pissed off ghost," she added tersely.
"Well, the sooner you get her to the afterlife, the sooner you can stop brooding over her," Santana whispered, rolling her eyes and getting up to put her book back to its shelf before Quinn had a chance to respond.
"Ignore her," Brittany muttered with a light smile. "There's got to be some way we can help Rachel and get you your happy ending." The cheerleader beamed at her. Quinn just loved how this girl tried to draw out optimism from every situation. It gave her hope that maybe, just maybe Brittany was right. But then again, ghosts couldn't come back from the dead and Quinn had no intention of dying anytime soon.
"How's Amy?" The question stunned Quinn into silence. She hadn't told the cheerleaders about her moving on yet. With everything that had gone on since then, it had completely slipped her mind. Quinn chewed her lip and her eyebrows pulled together as she felt a pang well in the pit of her stomach. She missed Amy but the fact that she'd helped the ghost finally be happy after so long gave her an overwhelming sensation of elatedness. She knew that once ghosts 'crossed over' even Quinn could no longer see them. The burden that once kept them anchored, that had made them visible had been lifted and they were free to live their afterlife. So yes, she missed Amy but she didn't regret her actions, and she kept trying to convince herself that providing the same opportunity for Rachel was the right thing to do, no matter how much she didn't want to lose her ghost.
"She passed on Britt," Quinn offered in a low whisper. She wondered how the Blonde would react, but as always Brittany was full of optimism.
"Really? That's great! I'm so happy for her. You helped her right?" Quinn nodded. "You're totally awesome Quinn. I bet she's happy now."
"Yeah, she is, she got what she wanted most."
Brittany's smile faltered and her expression became thoughtful. "Do you ever wish you couldn't see ghosts?" the cheerleader asked innocently.
"Sometimes. Up until I met Rachel and Amy, I'd always loathed ghosts. They were what made me feel different from everyone else. They tormented me and scared me to tears and all the while they made me secluded from help and reassurance. No one can see what I see. I had no one who believed me enough or could understand what I felt, what I was going through. They just labelled me as 'crazy' and carried on with their lives, leaving me to deal with everything alone."
Brittany's hand shot across the table to squeeze Quinn's. "We believe you Q. You're not alone now. You have me and San and Rachel," she chirped as brightness flooded back into her face and erupting into an endearing grin.
"I know. Thank you."
"You know nothing, get reading bitch," Santana said solemnly as she dumped a book in front of Quinn, making a loud thud. Santana muttered in Spanish as she heard a second warning come from the front desk. Both Quinn and Brittany snickered, earning a sardonic look from Santana. The girls began combing through more books when a familiar voice sounded from behind Quinn, making her jump with surprise in her seat.
"Hey," Puck waved, brushing a hand over his Mohawk.
"Puckerman? What the hell are you doing here? Do you two know each other?" Santana eyed the pair sceptically.
"Oh, hey Satan," Puck smirked in her direction then enveloped a gleaming Brittany into a bear hug. "Hey Britt." She grinned back at him.
"Well I see you're acquainted with the school slag Quinn," Santana scoffed, rolling her eyes.
Puck eyed her; a slow, mocking grin crept up onto his unshaven face. "So she has." He wiggled his eyebrows tauntingly at Santana.
She scowled and narrowed her piercing eyes as she opened her mouth to launch an array of insults his way but Brittany cut her off with a chaste kiss, causing the Latina to seethe quietly in her seat instead.
He focussed his attention back to Quinn who was desperately trying to conceal laughter over the fact that Brittany had Santana totally whipped. "You said you needed my help Q?"
"Yeah, I guess I should explain what's going on first though huh?"
Puck chuckled, "That'd be a good place to start."
"Well sit your ass down Puckerman, it's a long story," Santana sighed, waving at the empty seat across from her.
Half an hour later, Quinn had filled Puck in oneverything to do with Rachel, the spirit and the house. He sat staring at her with his jaw hanging slightly open and Quinn started to regret telling him. What was he thinking? Why wasn't he saying anything? Why-
"So," he began as he scratched his head. "You're saying you met this ghost chick in that abandoned house, but she's trapped there by this homicidal ghost that killed his wife and kids and them himself?" Quinn nodded but Puck continued, "And you want mine- our help," he gestured to the cheerleaders, "to help you kick his ass outta there so you can help this ghost that you've got it bad for?" His eyebrow shot up.
"Uh, yeah. That just about sums everything up," she said quietly, shuffling in her seat under his intense gaze. She thought he was going to just get up and walk out, dragging Santana and Brittany with him, but instead he put his arms behind his head and leaned back on two legs on his chair.
"It's a good thing I like you Fabray," he said finally.
"So you believe me? You're going to help me?"
"Haven't we established that?" he chuckled.
Quinn breathed out the breath she didn't even realise she had been holding. "Thank you," her gaze swivelled over the other girls, "All of you."
"Yeah, yeah, enough with the sentimental crap. We're your friends Quinn," Santana paused and shot a jeering glare at Puck. "Even though sometimes you make bad judgements in that department." Puck opened his mouth to argue but Santana continued, holding a hand up to his face, "So we're going to help you. You're not crazy, I know for a fact that whatever that thing is, it's definitely real," she shuddered. "So let's get on with this." Quinn beamed at her friends, feeling so lucky to have finally found people who weren't going to laugh at her and ignore her. She felt lucky that these people were what she had to call friends. She felt lucky that they weren't letting her face what was probably the weirdest and most horrific experience that they'd ever endure alone. She smiled to herself and buried her head into what seemed like the hundredth book she'd read that afternoon.
An hour later and progress was still near stagnant. They'd found some information on the murder but nothing too in depth. Even the internet hardly revealed anything. Finally Quinn decided to call it a day. "Thanks for helping me today. I know we didn't find much but hey, least we tried."
"What are you doing now?" Puck Questioned.
"I uh, I was going to go to the house, y'know, before it gets dark. I want to speak to Rachel and take a look around the place properly."
"Want some company?" Puck offered.
"Yes," Quinn answered before thinking. Truth was, even though it would still be light, going into the house still scared her. She still paused and listened to every little creak and groan that the house made, she still gulped every time a cold breeze flared past her and she felt her heart momentarily stop when something caught in her peripheral vision.
"Well, as much as we'd like to join you," Santana said, nodding her head towards Brittany, "we've already got plans for tonight. Normally I'd say don't call or text me but since you're going to that place, I'd rather you be a cockblock that dead," she sighed. "So if you do need us then just ask. But I swear to God, you better be dying." Quinn guffawed at an almost serious Santana, earning herself a scolding from the Librarian and when the others joined in, they all ended up getting kicked out. Good thing they were done anyway.
Quinn waved to the cheerleaders as they hopped into Santana's car. She turned back to Puck. "Want me to drive?" he asked.
"I walked here, so it'd be faster," she laughed.
"Well, get in then. From what I've heard I don't wanna' be at that place any time near dark!" He shot her a lopsided grin and Quinn nodded, following him to his truck.
Quinn opened the front door to the house and walked in with Puck following shortly behind her, getting his first glimpse into the house. Quinn didn't know what he was expecting when she said, 'haunted, abandoned house' but she was sure he didn't picture it to look like this. He'd probably expect blood splattered on the walls, bones decorating the floor or pictures hung on the walls that moved their eyes as you walked around.
"Quinn?" A stern voice broke her from her musings and her gaze swept along the floor and half way up the marble staircase to where she saw Rachel who was standing there with a hand on her hip and a slight crease formed on her brow.
Quinn looked at the tall boy behind her. He was looking around the house curiously; taking in what Quinn assumed was a disappointing sight for him. He made no sign that he'd heard Rachel. Looks like he really couldn't see ghosts anymore, a prospect that Quinn was interested to try out. She turned her attention back to the descending ghost.
"Yeah?" Quinn replied, causing Puck to shoot her a questioning glance. She ignored him because Rachel came to stand less than three feet in front of her with her arms now crossed and a chagrined expression.
"Who is he?" Rachel pointed to Puck, "And why have you brought him here?" Quinn could tell Rachel wasn't impressed with her for bringing him into the house, in fact, how Rachel was acting reminded Quinn of how she had responded when Quinn had brought Amy into the house. Was Rachel jealous? A grin tugged on the edges of her lips but she licked her lips and smothered it. Rachel would definitely be mad if she thought the blonde was laughing at her. Quinn realised Rachel was still waiting for answers.
"This is Puck," she touched the boy's arm, anticipating Rachel's reaction with childish intent. She'd soon find out if Rachel was jealous or not. "He's a friend," she emphasised the word, causing Rachel's nostrils to flare. "He came with me to keep me company." The ghost's eyes grew wide and her normally plump lips pressed into a thin line. She wanted to see if Rachel was jealous not send her homicide. "I-I mean, after the last few times it's a good idea to have some back up," she stuttered, feeling herself digging a deeper and deeper hole. Something flew past Quinn's head. She yelped and Puck swore, his attentive gaze followed the offending object- Quinn's old, broken cell phone.
Quinn started to panic, eyes darted around the desolate house for any sign of the spirit but then her hazel eyes came to rest on a smirking brunette. "Hey!" Quinn yelled, feeling familiar anger stir in her blood.
"Sorry, reflex," Rachel said casually, as though she hadn't nearly just taken out Quinn with a block of plastic.
"I knew it! You're jealous," Quinn accused, catching Puck's attention. He shuffled around awkwardly not quite sure what was going on but he did know that Quinn's 'ghost chick' was pissed.
Rachel scoffed but made no attempt to deny Quinn's rightful accusation. "I thought we were going to talk Quinn," Rachel said gruffly.
"We are Rach, but I just wanted him here for-"
"Protection, safety, backup. Yeah. Got it," the ghost interrupted curtly.
"What are you getting so upset about Rachel?"
"You have me Quinn; I can help keep you safe. Besides, it's the day."
"Yeah but you're dead Rachel. You weren't much use when you weren't rushing to my aide on Friday night! It was Santana that saved my ass!" Quinn shouted forcefully at the stunned ghost. Quinn regretted the words as soon as they had left her lips and her hands flew to her mouth as if she could take them back and pretend she'd never said anything at all. After all, it wasn't Rachel's fault she couldn't help that night. The pills Quinn had been taking had temporarily blocked out most of Rachel's contact, essentially rendering her useless. Quinn dared to meet the brunette's eyes, lifting her head up to meet tear shimmering eyes. She watched as an awry of emotions flashed over those pained, chocolate pits, each one seemed to melt into them, leaving an imprint as they changed into the next. Shock, anger and finally hurt. A lump caught in Quinn's throat but she swallowed it down.
"I'm so sorry," Quinn breathed, letting her eyes drop away from Rachel. She couldn't look at her right now. She felt horrible. Her words hung in the air, creating a suffocating tension that made it hard for Quinn to breathe.
The blonde jolted upright and her body became ridged as she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. She looked up but Rachel was gone, still somehow managing to leave an echo of emotion that lingered densely. Guilt shot through Quinn and she turned to meet Puck's sympathetic stare.
"Trouble in paradise?" he asked in hopes of making the girl laugh but she didn't. She couldn't, she felt too guilty and angry with herself. She huffed and shrugged at him. "You want me to go? It's obvious you have shit to sort out."
"Do you mind?"
"Nah, Ms Langley needs her pool cleaning anyways," he wiggled his eyebrows at Quinn. Now that drew giggle out of Quinn and Puck grinned at his success. She really did find his covertness amusing sometimes. "You want a ride home after?" Quinn shook her head.
"No, that's alright. I only live ten minutes away from here, I can walk," she smiled lazily at him.
"Okay, well call me if you need me."
"I wi-" she chocked the rest of her sentence out as he pulled her into a tight hug. She immediately melted into him. Yeah the guy could be a pig but he was sweet. He reassured her and calmed her if only a bit. He broke the hug and stepped back.
"Slaters Q," he waved to her before exiting through the door, letting it shut quietly behind him.
Quinn sighed with frustration as she swept a hand through disgruntled, blonde hair. She took the steps two at a time, fully knowing where Rachel would be and she knew that their approaching conversation wasn't going to be a pleasant one.
The door was slightly ajar and she was quite certain that she could hear faint sobbing noises from behind it. Quinn flinched; she'd never meant to upset the ghost. The blonde decided to knock on the door instead of just walking in, as to give Rachel time to gather herself. Quinn waited but didn't receive a response on the other side. The sobs had stopped and now she was faced with an unbearable silence.
"Rachel?" Quinn tested as she pushed the door open. The ghost was sat on the floor with her knees raised to her chest and her head resting on top of them. Her back was turned to Quinn who shuffled over and sat down next to her tentatively as she made sure to leave a comfortable amount of space between them. "I didn't mean it," she said remorsefully.
Rachel lifted her head licking her lips and casted her eyes to anywhere but in Quinn's direction. Then, in the blink of an eye, all the emotion that had previously been held in those chocolate pools dissipated and Quinn was left with a stony, unreadable expression.
"He's quite the catch," the ghost scoffed sarcastically. Still her apathetic features didn't falter and Quinn shifted uncomfortably on the floor.
She rolled her eyes at the ghost. "He's a friend Rachel. You know how I feel about you." Rachel ignored her and carried on with her own train of thought.
"He likes you, it's obvious."
"I like you," Quinn said firmly.
"He's alive."
"He's not you."
"Do you have an answer for everything?" Rachel scowled.
"Don't frown, it causes wrinkles," Quinn joked, attempting to lighten the atmosphere but failed at Rachel locked her eyes onto Quinn's and glowered at her. Then she sighed and her face relaxed.
"We can't be together Quinn. I'm dead, you're alive. It's not normal."
"I can see ghosts, I've never been normal," Quinn chuckled but Rachel's stubborn exterior didn't falter.
"We can't be together," Rachel repeated more firmly this time.
Quinn sighed. "I know," she paused. "But I want to be." She grabbed Rachel's hand who flinched in shock but ultimately let Quinn keep hold. The ghost met Quinn's eyes, unsure of what the spontaneous action was leading to. "I can feel you," Quinn started. "I can see you, I can hear you and I can…" Quinn trailed off and leaned in slowly but deliberately to meet Rachel lips, brushing against them with her own ever so slightly before drawing back and holding the brunette's wistful stare. "…kiss you," she finished. The ghost tasted her lips then shook her head, dropping Quinn's hand. She pushed herself up off the floor and walked over to the window. Quinn swallowed her hurt.
"I've been having nightmares ever since Friday," she told Rachel, easing the stinging tension by changing the subject. She'd promised Rachel she'd explain things so she was taking her shot. Rachel still didn't look at her. Quinn continued from the floor, "about this house." This time, Rachel perked her head up. Quinn bit into her cheek. She definitely knew something. Quinn decided to carry on, wondering just how long it would take for Rachel's walls to come crashing down.
"I'm in one of the rooms and I'm terrified like you wouldn't believe. I'm scared of something- someone," she corrected. "I can hear footsteps on the other side of the door and I find myself stuffing this weird box I'm holding into a hiding place before the door swings open. This figure walks in," Quinn shivers. "It's not good, I can tell. It's ominous and as it walks towards me, I scream and always wake up." Quinn inhales deeply, steadying her nerves. "Do you know anything about that?" Rachel shook her head and Quinn hated the fact that she couldn't see Rachel's face to read her thought process behind her eyes, but she was almost certain that the ghost was lying. "What about the fact I had a ghost in my room last night?"
"You've always had ghosts in your room Quinn," Rachel said lamely.
"Not like this one. This was evil Rachel. Like whatever it is that inhabits this house. In fact it was too alike for my liking," Quinn subtly goaded. When Rachel didn't respond Quinn grew tired of playing the waiting game. She wanted to know the truth. "What do you know Rachel?" The ghost turned to face her with tear stained cheeks and she looked at Quinn pleadingly. As if begging the blonde to stop trying to pry whatever it was out of her. "Rachel!" Quinn said, raising her voice.
"You're not going to like it Quinn. That's why I don't want to tell you, but you keep pushing and pushing."
"Just," she softened her tone, "tell me. Please." Quinn even threw in a reassuring, soft smile.
Rachel sighed and sat down against the wall, facing Quinn. "On Saturday, when you yelled at me, I started to realise then, but I wasn't sure."
"Realise what Rachel?"
"That the ghost in this house was getting stronger through you," Rachel finished in a whisper, almost so quiet that Quinn had to strain her ears to listen.
"What? What do you mean," a terrifying realisation scolded Quinn's brain. "Are you saying that…" she swallowed, unable to finish her sentence.
Rachel met her confused gaze and slowly started to nod. "He's latched onto you Quinn. You're being-"
"Possessed," Quinn finished for her, exhaling deeply as she felt her heartbeat rise rapidly, threatening to burst free from her chest. Rachel nodded regretfully. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I wasn't sure until now. Now that you mentioned the dreams. He's growing stronger Quinn and pretty soon you're going to lose yourself."
Quinn shot to her feet, wide eyed and panicked. "Well how the hell do we stop it? How the hell do we get this thing out of me?" She was yelling without realising it.
Rachel scoffed back a cry and hung her head. "By destroying it," she said faintly.
"And how do we do that?"
"You burn the house down to the ground," she hesitated and screwed her hands up tight on her lap. "With him in it. All of him." Realisation stated to dawn on Quinn and she felt herself stumble back, her legs felt weak and she crumpled to the floor. "You have to be in the house Quinn."
"I have to die?" Quinn spoke, still majorly stunned and not sure how to respond appropriotly to what she'd been told.
"Not necessarily. You just have to be in the house long enough for him to leave your body. Once he knows the house is going to be demolished, he'll do all he can to stop it. Then it's your chance to run Quinn. Run and never give a second thought about me or the house."
"What about you? What will happen to you?" Quinn asked, wiping the beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead as the answer became clearer and clearer.
Rachel shrugged and smiled sadly, "I'll finally be able to move on." Quinn looked away, afflicted.
"Why didn't you tell me before? We could have burnt this place down to the ground before he even had a chance to consume me." She felt her rage ignite but managed to keep it in check. At least now she knew why she was lashing out at everyone, and it horrified her to know the truth.
"From the first time you walked in here, he managed to cling to you. It's because of your," Rachel stopped as she searched for the right word to describe Quinn's ability, "gift. It made it easier to establish a connection with you and infiltrate you. Without you even knowing. It didn't even cross my mind to begin with and now I've only just started to realised when it's far too late. Time's running out Quinn, soon you're just going to be an empty shell of yourself, watching behind your own eyes, unable to do anything about it." Fresh, guilty tears spilled over Rachel's eyelids and she wiped them on the sleeve of her sweater.
"Why didn't you tell me we could destroy it by destroying the house Rachel?" Quinn spoke firmly. "Why didn't you say something? Anything!" She blasted, her enraged voice seemed to reverberate around the house but when it came back to her ears, it didn't sound familiar. It sounded like someone else entirely.
Rachel spoke gingerly, considering what she was about to say carefully. "I was afraid. I didn't know what would happen to me. I didn't know where I'd end up or if I'd simply cease to exist but now everything has changed that. I'm ready Quinn. I have to be, to save you." Quinn chocked back an anguished cry. She'd been doomed from the start. If only she'd never walked into this stupid house, if she hadn't moved to this stupid town, if she hadn't have dropped her necklace and been hit by that SUV then she could have lived a normal, blissfully ignorant life.
Without a word, the blonde hauled herself to her feet. Purposely avoiding Rachel's eyes. She needed to go home and think. She needed to consider everything and accept that she could either fight for herself and Rachel or give up and end up becoming just another one of this spirit's puppets. "I need to go home and think. I can't be in here right now," Quinn said calmly. Rachel nodded understandingly even though Quinn wasn't looking at her.
"Can I- can I talk to you tonight?" Rachel asked tentatively. "I'm worried Quinn."
Quinn bit on her tongue to hold back what she was thinking. Rachel was worried? Quinn was the one that was being possessed, not her! Instead she nodded, half meaning it, half regretting it. She didn't know if she wanted to talk to the ghost again until she'd had a lot of time to think but she cared about Rachel too much to hurt her by saying no.
She walked out of the room on the verge of tears as her thought process became and irrational mess. Suddenly an idea hit her. She looked back to Rachel's room, making sure the ghost wasn't about to follow her, then she made her way to the familiar room in her dream. If that box was real, then maybe, just maybe there was something in there that could help.
She lightly padded to what she hoped was the right room, and twisted the handle. The door parted without creaking and Quinn stepped inside. It looked different from the room in her dream. There was no bed, no decoration and no box. Only debris and grime adorned the room now. Quinn walked over to the stone wall and began to pry at the bricks, testing for lose ones. After a while, she still had no luck and thought that her dream was just a wild goose chase but as her fingers tugged at a loose brick and she grinned at her achievement. As the brick came free from its position, he grin grew. There behind it was a box. The exact same box she'd seen in her dream. She cheered internally and grabbed the box. It was small and light. She paused, heaving something clang down the hallway. She quickly shoved the object into her bag and ran down the stairs and out of the door. She felt awful for not telling Rachel but she'd figured she'd do that tonight when Rachel made contact on the Walkie-talkie. Quinn ran all the way home, eager to find out what was in the box.
"Quinn honey, is that you?" Judy called from the kitchen as her daughter made her way into the house.
"Yeah mom," she replied.
"Dinner will be ready in an hour."
"Okay, thanks. I'm gonna' go to my room." Quinn didn't stay and talk to her mother; she marched straight to her room, shut the door and sat down on the edge of her bed as she scrabbled inside of her otherwise empty bag for the box. She exhaled deeply as she eyed the bit of wood. Frayed, dirty, mysterious. Exactly how it was depicted in her dream. Except now, she was holding the thing in real life.
She lifted the lid and her eyebrow shot up curiously. There were pictures and notes, scrawled in old fashioned, neat handwriting. She picked up the stack of pictures first and began scouting through them. Most of the pictures were of a woman and a man, not smiling but not frowning as they looked at the camera. Then Quinn stopped, dropping half of the pictures as she started at the single one in her hand. It was a group photo of a man and a woman standing at the back of three other people. One was a child and the other two were teenagers, one of which looked like a certain brunette ghost. Rachel's unchanged face stared back at her from the photograph. She was the only one smiling, no, beaming a megawatt smile. What was Rachel doing on these photos? Hadn't she died just five years ago? Why had she lied to Quinn? What on earth was going on? Questions and thoughts swam sickly around her head and she felt lightheaded and nauseous. Just then, the familiar crackle of the Walkie-talkie sounded from her bedside drawer.
"Quinn? Quinn are you okay? I'm still worried about you," Rachel asked concerned.
Quinn felt her blood boil. Rachel had been lying all along. She was going to find out why but not tonight, tonight she was far too angry with the ghost and she knew one thing for sure, she was having a difficult time trusting her now. What was really going on? Quinn launched the box across the room and grabbed for the Walkie-talkie, pausing briefly.
"Quinn?" Rachel's voice questioned and the blonde flipped the device over, and tore the batteries free from their holdings. She couldn't even bare to stand listening to her voice. She dropped the device and flung herself face down onto her bed, burying her head into her pillow and screamed out all of her anger and frustration. Whenever she managed to take a step forward, something- whether it be the fact she was being possessed, the fact she could die in a fire or the fact that Rachel, the girl she had fallen in love with was lying flat out to her face. Quinn's head shot up. Love. She loved Rachel. A ghost. A ghost who was lying to her. A ghost who couldn't be trusted.
Well, shit.
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