A/N: Faberry Week Day 4: Historical A.U.

This one is a angsty. I'm sorry, but I hope you like. It takes place in 1969.

"So you can spend your whole life miserable?" Santana commented looking at her best friend.

"I have too," Quinn murmured, "Or else I'm gonna be skinned alive Brittany."

Lucy Quinn Fabray had it all, she was the all American beauty. Blonde hair, green eyes, perfect figure the epitome of the late 1950s, except it was close to the 1970s. She had everything going for her, she'd studied at Yale a dropped out when her boyfriend came back from war. Her now fiancée was about ready to burst of joy at getting married. Quinn on the other hand was not. She didn't want to be face with 'the problem', she didn't want children yet, she didn't want to be a typical housewife. But most of all Quinn didn't want to be in love with Rachel Berry, her kinda best friend. She didn't want to be in love with her because it hurt too much. It hurt too much to not have any one.

"Rachel," Quinn hissed seeing the brunette waver her way through the yard. "What are you doing here? You know my mother and father will kill you if they see you! And you can't be here!"

"Why?" Rachel laughed greeting Quinn with a kiss on the cheek. "Has the good sergeant Hudson declared me a sin or a danger to you?"

Quinn wiped at her cheek, not missing the way Rachel's smile fell. "Don't do that!"

Rachel rolled her eyes, "Do what? Kiss you or make fun of the future husband."

The small brunette crossed her arms as she mocked.

Quinn sighed, "Either…I'm gonna be married Rachel. We can't keep doing this, it's-it's wrong."

"Wrong to whom?" Rachel huffed. "To your family, to the world, or to you?"

"Rachel…I can't."

"Why can't you run away with me?"

"We'd be shunned…we can die."

"Isn't worth it? Isn't what we have worth dying for?"

Quinn hesitated as she pulled away from the brunette.

Muttering under her breath, Rachel kicked at the ground, "Unbelievable."

"Rach," Quinn frowned. "You're asking me to choose my family over you."

"No," Rachel shook her head. "I'm asking you to pick your heart over society's standards."

Quinn bit her lip. "I can't."

"I know, you've made that clear enough."

"I'm sorry."

"Sure…will I be seeing you at the protest?"

"You know I can't go to New York for the gay protest…not when my father will probably get called in to stop it."

"Of course."

"Are you going?"

"I have to…Santana and I are leading it, and Mercedes is helping us."

Quinn's eyes widened.

"Don't go," Quinn pleaded. "You'll get hurt."

"It's worth getting hurt over," Rachel mentioned as she looked back at a frightened Quinn.

"You'll die, Rachel," Quinn stressed.

"I'm already dying," Rachel chuckled satirically.

Quinn glared, "He's not part of this Rachel."

"You marrying him is killing me enough, Quinn."

"You'll actually die," Quinn stated angrily.

"I'd rather be dead than see you make that mistake!" Rachel shouted.

"It's not a mistake," Quinn whispered.

"Could've fooled me," Rachel mumbled as she stood up to go.

"Rachel," Quinn said, her hand reaching for the brunette's. "Promise me you won't go, please. Promise me you won't go. I can't stand seeing you die."

Rachel looked down at their linked hands.

"I can't promise you that, Quinn."

Yanking their hands apart Quinn stood up, she turned the brunette around and lowered her lips to Rachel's. The kiss was rushed and to the point.

"Promise me," Quinn panted, tears forming.

"I can—"

"Promise me!" Quinn begged, tears streaming down her face.

"Quinn…"

"God dammit RACHEL! PROMISE ME!"

"I'm sorry," Rachel whispered. "I can't promise you that. They need me. I'm sorry Quinn."

With that Rachel pecked Quinn's lips one more time before dashing away from the Fabray residence.

"C'mon Rachel," Mercedes urged. "We need to go."

"But…" Rachel delayed. "I know I have to go…it's just I was waiting for Quinn, I thought she'd show."

"Really? You're leaving us for white chocolate," Mercedes stated. "She's not in support of what we do."

"Plus, Rae," Santana interrupted. "You've missed the last three rallies…we can't let you be involved if you miss the rallies."

"I know," the smaller brunette sighed. "I'll meet you there, I promise. I won't miss this protest, I know this is our biggest opportunity."

"Rachel," Mercedes interrupted. "Why do I do what I do? Why am I a civil rights activist?"

"Because you're fight for blacks' rights," Rachel answered. "Because you are people as well."

"Exactly," Mercedes nodded. "Just like Santana fights for Hispanic rights and you fight for Jewish rights! And both of you fight for gay rights! And we all fight for women rights! We are activist!"

"Rae," Santana continued. "You can't put all of our work on halt because of a girl. I know you're in love, but she's not going to change."

"Rachel," Mercedes intervened. "We need to do this…or are you going to throw everything you've done away?"

"So you can spend your whole life miserable?" Santana commented looking at her best friend.

"I'll be there." Rachel nodded her head. "Let me say goodbye. I'll be there."

Santana and Mercedes shook their heads. "Fine."

"Guess you're not coming," Rachel muttered to herself.

The small brunette wandered around the Fabray's street. She lingered on the corner of the block looking into Quinn's room. The light on, she could see Quinn's silhouette chatting with another female silhouette. She stared longingly into the window, observing how a third silhouette entered the room-Finn Hudson's. Turing away from the window Rachel looked down at the letter in her hand and shook her head. She needed to leave if she planned to make it to the protest.

"I can't believe you Quinn," Brittany fumed. "You're just letting her go!"

"I have too," Quinn murmured, "Or else I'm gonna be skinned alive Brittany."

"And I'm not! She's going to that protest," Brittany informed. "Santana and Mercedes left!"

"What about Rachel?"

"She was going to say goodbye apparently."

"Really?" Quinn smiled, maybe she could convince the brunette to not go.

"Quinn," Brittany sighed. "This is her protest, she needs to be there….and in all honesty you should be next to her."

"Britt…"

"No!" Brittany exclaimed. "I have to go, I'm not wasting my possible last night with the love of my life arguing with you."

At her exclamation Brittany stormed out of the room, just as Finn entered.

"What happened there?" Finn laughed.

"Go away," Quinn groaned.

"You came?" Santana shouted.

"Of course I did," Rachel chuckled. "You didn't think I'd let you down, did ya?"

"Of course not!" Santana mentioned. "You ready?"

"What do you think? The police won't know what hit them when they try to arrest all the gay people at Stonewall. Now get me a drink, I'd rather be drunk off my ass when I die!"

Santana cheered to that and made her way to get five more drinks. As she came back she settled herself between Brittany and Rachel. Mercedes was their hugging her boyfriend Sam, Brittany was there supporting her own girlfriend and Rachel was there with a small smile.

"Here's the round for us," Santana established handing a beer to Brittany, Rachel, Mercedes, and Sam. "To our fight!"

"To our fight!" The comrades shouted.

The letter Rachel had, was never found. It was never delivered. It never made it to Quinn's hands.

"It was a nasty riot," Judy Fabray commented with Alexa Pierce, Quinn, Samantha Evans, Nancy Abrams, and Carole Hudson. "Very nasty, so many deaths."

Quinn paled at the news.

"Such a waste of life," Carole imputed.

"Was it? They were all…you know…gay," Nancy whispered.

"That's true," Judy agreed. "I'm so sorry about your losses though…I heard they had been taken against their will."

Alexa and Samantha's eyes filled with tears.

Sniffling Alexa answered, "Yes…Oh Brittany…she was to young."

"And my poor Sam," Samantha cried. "If only Mercedes and him had decided to not join their friends."

"Wait," Judy interrupted. "Sam was with Mercedes, the Jones' girl?"

"Yes," Samantha answered.

"Don't you know," Nancy stated. "Mercedes helped organize the riot. She was friends with that good for nothing Latina…Satanana…Santan…oh whatever and the Berry girl."

"Santana," Quinn murmured. "And Rachel…their names are Santana and Rachel."

The adults turned to look at the youngest woman in the room.

"Well," Carole continued. "It doesn't matter anymore, they're both dead."

It felt like they had stabbed Quinn and the next words that fell from the mother's felt like light-years away. The sounds were muffled and all Quinn could hear was a buzz. She felt sick, her vision faded to black and she fell backward with her mother's words echoing in her head: "Good riddance."

There was no funeral. None for Santana, Rachel or Mercedes. There was a small gathering for Sam and Brittany, but nothing past that.

Quinn felt numb. She saw Brittany and Sam's casket lowered into the ground. She saw how Samantha sobbed over her lifeless son, she saw how she insisted that Sam be buried next to Mercedes even though no one cared for the girl.

Quinn witnessed Brittany's parents cry over the life of their daughter. She saw Alexa argue with Mr. Pierce about having Santana's body moved neared Brittany's. Quinn saw Alexa get her way and try to also have a place for Rachel. She saw…and she saw that fail.

Quinn felt empty when she walked to Rachel's tombstone. It was in the old and dirty part of the graveyard. It was disgusting. Quinn felt disgusting.

"Rachel," Quinn sobbed. "Why couldn't you promise me? Why couldn't you do that? Why? Why did you leave me? Are you happy? You said you'd rather be dead than dying, are you happy?"

She spent her afternoons weeping, up until the wedding. And after the wedding she still wept missing the girl who'd made her feel special.

Quinn Hudson didn't have anything. She had an empty heart and a broken soul. She's lay on her bed at night and cry. Muttering and cursing her dreams. The only thing Quinn had was a silver band full of bland promises. The only thing Quinn had was a guardian angel.