Forgive me for any mistakes. They are mine due to my lack of beta and time to go back and fix any mistakes. If you ask about the eyes and how everyone doesn't notice them switching…say hello to plot hole because honestly I don't know how to wrap it up without adding sunglasses that can't be warn in school or colored contacts that never come out the color you want.
Just believe that people are dumb in this universe and didn't look into Quinn's eyes.
"Why'd you do it?" Quinn asked as she watched the girl in front of her rip another blade of grass from the ground. It had been 2 months since the switch (Quinn had liked to call it) and still she could not figure out a way to get her sight back. Or she guessed, her lack of sight.
Technicalities.
"Do what, Quinn?" Rachel feigned ignorance to the question. It wasn't like the girl didn't know what Quinn was talking about. It was the only question Quinn ever asked her it seemed. It was the only topic the former blonde seemed to want to talk about with Rachel.
It was a Saturday and ever since the switch, Quinn would pick up Rachel and walk her to the park that was a block away from the girl's house. 3:00 pm every Saturday without fail.
They had become friends, best friends, seemingly over night. It had happened so quickly that many believed it was some sort of ploy on Quinn's part to get back on top. But Quinn didn't care for the rumors…not anymore.
"Why did you give me your sight?"
"Quinn we've been over this." Rachel sighed as she looked up at the girl, the grass in her hands dropping to her lap.
"I know we have but—"
"No buts, Fabray. What's done is done…can't you just leave it at that?" silence engulfed the pair as they stared at each other. It was still eerie for Quinn to see her own eyes looking back at her without a mirror.
Quinn was the first to look away, she always was. Her eyes landed on the swing set inhabited by a mud covered 6 year old being pushed by her slightly older companion with similar mud drenched clothes.
Her mother had cried when she came home that day, the day of the switch. Rachel was with her and the kiss her mother placed on Rachel's head had made her blood boil. After a month of constant kisses and weeping eyes, she never allowed Rachel inside when her mother was present. Quinn was tired of seeing Rachel thanked for something Quinn herself wished she could have stopped.
"I like you better as a blonde." Rachel commented as her eyes trailed over Quinn's form. "It suits you."
Quinn tugged at the short pink tendrils falling over her ears. "Sorry to disappoint, Berry." She huffed before resuming her watch on the swing set.
Rachel shuffled around onto her knees and scooted to Quinn's lap. Her knees positioned on either side of Quinn's stretched out legs. She grabbed Quinn's face and demanded eye contact with the pink haired girl. "I didn't say I didn't like the pink, Quinn. I just like blonde better." Rachel sat back on Quinn's knees absently playing with the frayed edge of the girl's ripped jeans.
Her eyes fell closed and she let out a breath as her mind wondered. Quinn sat staring at the girl flipping her eyes between each closed lid and the hand on her thigh. "What are you doing?"
"Remembering."
"Remembering what exactly?"
Rachel's hand pulled at a loose string tearing it away from Quinn's jeans. "You were wearing these that day. I'm just…" Rachel paused as she opened her eyes and looked straight at Quinn. "I'm remembering what I saw that day. I'm remembering the complete picture."
"Do you miss it? Do you regret it?" Quinn asked looking down at her lap.
"No, Quinn, no! I will never regret what I did. You have to understand that. I regret nothing." Rachel stated a little angry at such an accusation.
"But do you miss it? Being able to see."
Rachel chuckled her hand coming up to comb rabid pink tendrils back behind Quinn's ear. Her hand lingered on Quinn's cheek, caressing the soft skin and trying to wipe away any worry on her face.
"I can't miss what's not gone." Rachel whispered.
"You've lost your sight, Rachel." Quinn sounded defeated. "What can you see?"
"I can still see, Quinn. I can still see your grotesque pink hair—"
"Hey I thought you said it wasn't bad!" Quinn interrupted.
Rachel chuckled pushing her hand back into Quinn's hair to brush through the strands. "I can still see the worry lines that form on your forehead when you're thinking too hard." Her other hand came up and brushed over the skin of Quinn's forehead. "I can still see, Quinn. I see you."
Tears filled her eyes at the statement. Quinn brought her hands up and clasped the ones on her. She looked into Rachel's eyes with blurred vision.
Somehow, someway, their lips connected. It was slow and tender but still filled with passion that it almost consumed Quinn. She pulled back abruptly, eyes wide in shock at the shift to their friendship.
She was scared again. Scared not because of her sexuality, not because of her eyesight, but scared of losing the only thing she had left…Rachel.
Her fear seemed to dissolve when lips replaced themselves over her own. Her world shifted. She didn't want to worry anymore. She didn't need to worry anymore.
She looked up at Rachel on her lap with a silly grin on her face. Rachel's eyes wide as she caught the whole scene. Brown eyes met hazel and Rachel quickly reached forward only to be stopped by the quicker hand of her friend.
They were silent for a moment just looking into each other's eyes. "Are you okay?" Questions swirled in Rachel's mind and still the only thing she managed to ask was 'are you okay.' This had never happened before.
Quinn smiled. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" A question with so many meanings and Rachel only hoped Quinn understood.
"Never been surer of anything more in my life." She answered quickly. She still held Rachel's hand, her own drawing shapes on the back in an attempt to soothe the girl on her. "It's okay, Rachel. Honestly."
"I can't…I didn't…I wanted to…" Rachel didn't know what to say.
"I see you, Rach. It's okay. I see you."
I've actually had this done for a while but I hate it.
This whole thing didn't come out the way I wanted it. =[
This could have been written so much better so I apologize.