Title: (Don't know. I'm open to suggestions.)

Pairing: Rachel/ Santana, maybe Quinn/Brittany

Rating: PG-13 for now

Summary: I truly do love you. I know at school nothing can change.

Warnings: Attempted suicide

Disclaimer: I own nothing

A/N: This is what happens when you lock me in a room of drying paint.

Part 6:

Rachel and I are snuggled against each other on the couch. She is having one of her rare good days. On these days its almost as if I have her back. Almost.

I pull her closer. It feels so good to hold her. Ever since she woke up and I finally told her I love her, I have taken every opportunity I can to hold her. I had thought that I would never be allowed to ever again. Now that that isn't true, I don't ever want to let her go. I feel her heartbeat against my chest and smile as I remember something she said.

*Flashback*

I feel Rachel's head settle right above my heart. I pull her closer and begin running my fingers through sweaty brown locks. We had finally had sex after a month of dating.

I'm in full afterglow and to judge by how limp her limbs are, so is Rachel. I can feel her deep, even breathing. I'd convinced myself she'd fallen asleep when I feel her whisper something. I look down and meet chocolate eyes. I nudge her and she smiles.

"It's beautiful," she repeats softly. At my confused expression her smile broadens. "Your heartbeat. As much as I love the music produced by a voice, I love the sound of your heartbeat more. I know this sounds corny to you, but it means that I'm no longer alone. I've never felt that with anyone before."

I lean down and kiss he lips, hoping to convey the emotion I'm to scared to put into words just yet. She smiles into the kiss before placing another over my heart and snuggling deeper into me. Soon after we're both sound asleep.

*End Flashback*

I smile at the memory. I feel Rachel shift a little. I look at her. She is looking at me weird. It takes me a minute to realize that I must have spoken out loud.

I chuckle before saying, "I was just remembering our first time together." Rachel tries to look down, blushing. I tilt her chin back up so that she is looking at me again. "You were right in a way. I love the sound of your heartbeat, but I don't think that it's the best thing in the world. I think that place belongs to the feel of your heartbeat against my own when I hold you. It lets me know your still here. I don't know what I would do if you weren't." I'm a punk, but it's worth it to see the smile on her face. She quickly kisses my lips before snuggling back into me.

In a voice so soft I strain to hear she whispers, "I guess it's not so horrible that I failed after all." My heart flutters in my chest. I can't help, but once again think about how being a punk isn't so bad. Finally some progress.