Hey guys! I AM SUPER EXCITED FOR THE RETURN OF GLEE TONIGHT. :) I had to say that. I apologize for the fact that this section (I don't even consider it a chapter) is so short. The next one WILL be up today, but not right away because I need to alter the beginning to fit the mood that this writing creates. I originally wasn't planning on this but I felt that I needed to explain what happened to Quinn. Hell, I didn't plan for a lot of things in this story, but the characters just took control, and quite honestly? I love it when that happens. :) This story is so much better because of that. Enjoy the second last chapter. A note: I used all of 'Last Kiss' because it all seemed to fit, and I changed the line "meeting my father" to "meeting my fathers". I felt like I should say something.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Taylor Swift. I wish. But then again, don't we all? ;)
She can feel the tears returning as she steps out of the auditorium, and she doesn't make it very far before she falls, curling into a little ball.
She rocks back and forth, crying, because it just isn't fair.
So when Quinn arrives and holds her and lets her cry, and tells her everything's going to be okay, she doesn't believe her. Since when has anything worked out for the better in her world?
And as Quinn herself repeats those words, she wonders who she's trying to convince more- Rachel or herself.
Things have to be okay. They'll work out for the better. They have to.
Rachel's too good a person for things to continue to go downhill.
And when she hears muffled sobs coming from the auditorium, leaking through the crack in the door, she wonders if maybe somebody else has realized it too.
That Rachel has finally grown sick of being bullied and feeling unwanted and unloved. That she's finally snapped.
And nothing they say is going to make things better.