Chapter 1
I wore a black dress with a pair of black flats: clothes that I don't normally wear. However, it was right for the occasion. I was wearing the right clothes for this day. This hard day. This morning, I had done what I needed to do. I spoke the words that needed to be spoken. If I hadn't, those words would have never been heard by any living soul. Sadly, it would never be able to reach the ears of the person that the words were intended for.
When I spoke, it was hard. It was hard not to break down into tears and sobbing fits. It was hard to say or hear his name. It was hard to look her in the eyes. If I were to, I would have seen how broken she was and I would of broke with her. It was hard not to look at those brown eyes that use to be so warm and happy; it was only filled with sadness now.
When the service was done, I got into my car and drove. I did not feel like I was ready to speak to her. I felt guilty as I drove farther and farther away from the place she stood. It started to rain a little. I flicked my windshield wipers on and continued driving aimlessly. I drove. Randomly. I had an hour to kill before I had to make an appearance and meet people I had not spoken to for several years.
I had no particular destination, but drove anyhow. I did not get lost driving. I had lived in the small town of Lima, Ohio for far too long to get lost. However, I did not live there anymore; I lived in California now. It was beautiful and warm there. It was also far from here. Very far.
I pulled up into the empty parking lot. I had — unknowingly — driven back to the place where it had all started: William McKinley High School. I did not enter the campus. I merely admired the brown structure from the comfort of my rental, as the pitter patters of rain hit the exterior of my car. My heartbeats somehow synced with the rain. I relaxed a bit. It amazes me that at the time I had attended McKinley that I had considered those four years my entire life. I chuckled at the thought.
Life and Death are not fair. Life throws things at you. She gives you hell and makes you work. However, she is able to give you the utmost beautiful things in the world. Death takes people away. She was selfish, merely picking at Life's flowers and plucking them. Life loved the man who made her happy, and Death was in love with him too. Death took him away from Life and from her.
They were not together when he had died, but they were in love with each other. Very much in love. It was obvious to everyone. She was a never ending sob at the funeral, as if the light of her life was gone. She was still young though, 25 years old. Her Broadway career had just launched. She had won several awards for her revival of Funny Girl as Fanny Brice. She had succeeded—if not, exceeded—her dreams of her name in lights on Broadway.
I had decided to go to the post-Funeral reception and to finally face everyone. I had not talked to certain people in such a long time. The reason being between because of my schedule or purposely. You are allowed to think what you may.
The cul-de-sac was practically filled with peoples' cars and rentals. I drove my car alongside the curb. I took a breath before getting out of the car. I walked up the path towards the front door of the Hudson-Hummel home. I rang the doorbell. I did not wait long.
"Rachel." Her name escaped my mouth; resembling a gasp for air.
Even though her eyes were red and puffy from crying at Finn's funeral—she would probably deny this if she ever found out I was thinking this—she was beautiful. She was absolutely beautiful. Time did Rachel Berry well. However, she no longer gave off the radiance of joy she always had. No glowing and loving brown eyes that beamed. No smiling lips that curved. She was at her worse right now, but she was still considered beautiful to me.
Rachel reciprocated the gesture of my small smile. "Quinn." She said and surprised me with a hug. My arms wrapped around her waist. "I'm glad you came." I felt her breath tickle my ear.
I tighten my grip around her. "Of course." I faintly whispered. I felt wetness hit my shoulder. She wept.
I was in an ocean, and I was drowning.
Author's Note:
Hello Reader. You may recognize me and my fic for I had recently updated the previous version of this story — might I add, not too long ago — about how I wanted make it better than how I left it a year ago. If you are just reading this now, thank you for reading. It's a pleasure to have you all read this fic of mine. If I possibly could, I would like to explain to you a few things about this story (just to clear confusion, if there was any):
If you have not yet noticed, I like to play with time a lot. The Prologue was obviously written in a present time and in the point of view of Charlie Fabray (Quinn's Son). Compared to this chapter (Chapter 1), where it takes place WAY BEFORE the Prologue. You will continue to see me manipulate time (Flashbacks?) as the story progresses.
This is obviously an Alternate Universe type of fanfiction. The original Glee kids have all graduated and moved on from Lima, Ohio. The Prologue takes place 60 years after they've all graduated from high school. The rest of the story AFTER Prologue takes place 6 years after they've graduated from McKinley.
Since the rest of the story will take place 6 years after they've graduated from McKinley, we will not see "grown up Charlie" for the rest of the story until, most likely, The Epilogue.
If my explanation did not suffice, ask me a question via reviews and I will answer it on the next chapter. Also reviews are nice, like you could just put the word banana into my reviews and I would put up the next update right away!