After school that day, I waited at her locker for a short while. When it seemed that almost everyone else in the school was gone, I saw her. She kept her head low and even seemed to just be counting her steps as she walked toward me. I wasn't sure if she had even noticed me standing there. I backed up a step, not wanting to irritate her already by blocking her locker door.

She stopped in front of me, and I held my breath. When she paused, I exhaled slowly but a bit more heavily than I meant to. She looked toward the ground at my feet, "Rachel…?"

I couldn't tell if it was a question or her stating my presence. "H-hey, Quinn." I smiled meekly, but she didn't seem to notice.

She paused for a moment. "Could you unlock my locker?" She asked pulling a key ring out of her pocket. "It's the smallest key."

"Oh, yeah, of course." I faltered a moment as our hands touched when I took the keys, her skin so much colder than my own. "Wait…" I did as she asked and used the smallest key to unlock the little golden lock on her locker door. "Aren't the lockers all done by combination locks?"

She nodded. "When you're me, you get special rights, Berry." She seemed to grin in just the slightest manner.

I smiled at her remark. "Ah. I had no idea." I chuckled lightly.

She laughed a little too. "You'll learn." She promised as she put the books in her arms into her locker. "So, Berry. You're here to be my psychiatrist, hm?: She lowered her head again. "Because you saw them? …The real them, I mean."

I lowered my head. "I just…. Everyone could use someone to talk to who will just listen." I lowered my own head and decided to focus on her fisted hand at her side.

"And you're going to be that for me?" She sounded genuinely confused. "Do you… Do you want me to be the same or something? You think because you know one of my secrets that you have a new friend? Or are you expecting to get more secrets to use against me and ruin my life here?"

"No!" I looked at her, pleading with my eyes for her to understand, but she never looked at me. "You don't have to talk to me at all, Quinn. I just thought… I won't even talk, you can just-"

"No." She interrupted me firmly. "If we do this, you have got to talk. Otherwise, it's like you're not even there… It'd be like me just talking to a wall, and I could do that at home, thanks." She seemed to get a little worked up.

I nodded as she calmed down a bit. "Okay, Quinn…" I stopped for a moment. "Quinn… Is something wrong?"

Quinn sighed. She paused for a moment before answering. "I walk these halls every day, and no one cares about other people, do you know that? No one seems to notice anything to do with anyone else. Someone could literally be dying, and no one would care. It's like we're all in this building together, but no one else is there…"

"…Aren't you kind of one of those people…? I'm not trying to be cruel or anything, but…" I almost stopped myself, but from all the years of going through this for years now, I didn't see how she could be coming from this point of view now.

She sighed. "I used to, yes…" She shook her head, "But not anymore… Not by choice…" She lowered her head again.

"What… What do you mean?"

I saw a tear trickle down her cheek. Maybe I shouldn't have asked… But what happened, I wasn't expecting…

Quinn Fabray has walked these halls every day since our sophomore year since she transferred here, and ever since her first day, she's been on top of the world. She was the youngest to ever be captain of the Cheerios and the youngest to win homecoming queen. I saw her every day as I left school out on the field atop a pyramid of other girls in the same uniform, yet she always stood out. I've seen her laugh a million times, whether because she was happy or because someone else wasn't. I've seen those bright green eyes of hers light up so many times- about homecoming, the Cheerios, Finn Hudson, her perfect attendance awards, or what have you.

This year, of course, I hadn't seen them light up. She missed school a lot this year, so her record was more than lacking. Finn had left her yet again for a different Cheerio. Now she stood out because the rest of the people around her would be smiling, and she would have her head low and just walk, barely even talking to them. Maybe it wasn't that they didn't see, but that she didn't want them to…

She inhaled deeply, bringing me out of whatever I had been in that had only lasted a few moments. Before I could apologize and take back what I had said, she finally looked up at me. I gasped aloud as her eyes were revealed, a gray-blue tinted film covering the entirety of them. My mouth opened slightly and a small noise escaped my lips as I took a step back. "Q-Quinn, I…" I began to tear up at her condition.

"This is where we can begin our talks." She shut her locker and held out her hand. "Take me to your car. We can talk at your house, and Berry? Don't cry."

I wiped away a tear before it had time to trickle down my face before gently grabbing her hand. As my fingers wrapped around her hand, I looked at her even though I knew now that she couldn't see me. "I'll be your eyes." I promised, and if anything else happened after the talking or anything, I knew one thing- I was going to keep that promise.

"I cried while thinking about Quinn being blind… I hope in the next chapter I can really show that, maybe even make you cry? With love. 3"