Rachel's point of view
It was ten thirty when l woke up. I opened my eyes, got off of Quinn and l was just staring at her. She looked so peaceful, yet so exhausted and tired. I could see the scars on her arm because she changed her sleeping position when l got up. Although I want her to see a specialist, l don't want to push her through it. She said she didn't want to, but I will try to change her mind. After a couple of minutes of staring at her l kissed her temple and went to the kitchen. My dads were both having their morning coffee, chatting while my daddy was reading his newspaper as he always do every single morning. Although he has a laptop and knows how to use it, he says that he prefers to read the news in the old fashioned way. "Good morning honey. How did you sleep?", my daddy asked concerned. "Daddy l was so scared at first but when Quinn came to my room l relaxed, really. I know it sounds weird but l feel different when Quinn is around", l reassured my daddy. "We are happy you slept good after the night incident. By the way, are you girls officially dating now?", my dad asked me. "Yes dad, we are", l said smiling. "Well, then, have in mind that we need to talk to both of you about the open door policy aaaand about the 'parents in house' policy", my dad said crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Okay dad, we will. Now if you'll excuse me l need to make breakfast for Quinn", l said rolling my eyes and started to prepare breakfast.
When l finished making breakfast for both of us l took the plates and went upstairs to my room. I opened the door with difficulty and opened it further with my foot. Quinn was still sleeping when l left the plates on my desk. It was eleven o'clock but I didn't want to wake her up. I sat next to her and I was stroking her hair. "Mmmm", she moaned sleepily. "Good morning sleeping beauty", I said and kissed her temple. She opened her eyes and smiled. She always gave me her warmest smile even when she stiffened or looked sad. She got up without saying a word and headed to the bathroom. She came back to bed a couple of minutes later. "Good morning my star", she told me and sit on the bed as well. "Good morning to you too, again", l said pecking her lips. "l made us breakfast", l said giving her her plate. "Don't you think it's late for breakfast?", she asked me raising her left eyebrow. "Well, it is late for breakfast but, um, l got up late today and I didn't want to wake you up. You seemed so tired and you were so peaceful that I didn't want to bother you", l admitted. "Thank you", she said and started eating. "I want to take care of you Quinn, that's what girlfriends do", l told her. "You don't have to take care of me. I am not a child, I am fine and l can take care of myself", she said leaving her plate aside and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I didn't want to sound like you are a child. I don't want to treat you like one. To be honest you don't look fine and the scars on your arm can tell that you don't take care of yourself. Can l see them, please?", I asked her hesitantly. "l am sorry Rach. You made me breakfast and that's the 'thank you' you get from me. Did you sleep well after the nightmare?", she said. I could sense her regret but I also could sense that she was trying to change the subject. "It's okay Quinn. You already thanked me and, yeah, I did sleep well after my nightmare. You know, I always sleep after that nightmare but, um, I have to try hard because I am afraid to close my eyes, so l just wait for exhaustion to take over. Last night though I slept right away, l felt so safe in your arms that I knew it was okay for me to close my eyes and sleep. So, that's my 'thank you'. Now, can I see your arm?", I said pointing our plates before giving a kiss to her cheek. "Stop being so cute", she said and then she kissed my lips for a brief moment.
"Can I see them now?", l insisted. "Fine, but we won't talk about it ever again except if I ask you to, okay?", she said and I nodded. She pulled her sleeve up and took the bandage off her arm. It was still sore but better and it was totally going to leave scars. I got up and brought her some new bandage. I put it on her arm and she pulled down her sleeve. "Are we good?", she asked biting nervously her bottom lip. "We are...you on the other hand...but we agreed not to talk about it unless you want to", l said completely respecting her wish although l didn't like it. "Oh, by the way, my dads want to talk to us about the open door policy and the 'parents in house' policy", l told her. "The what now?", she asked confused. "Well, l kind of told them that we are officially dating now-", l started to say but Quinn cut me off. "You did what? Rach, your parents don't like me because of what I had done to you and-and now they are gonna kill me", she said panicked. "Quinn calm down, please. Well, l have to be honest with you, they didn't like you at first but they are okay with us dating. They know that you have changed, l mean the see it every time you come here, so l don't see why not telling them", l said. "I know they are open minded and they will accept us...you, they will accept and love you no matter what but my family isn't that way. Well, my mum know l am gay and she is fine with it but my father will never have to know about it, so your parents need to be careful", Quinn explained and l could feel fear spiking up in her voice. "Of course...we will talk to them about that too", l reassured her and held her hand to calm her down.
Faberry
Quinn's point of view
The door bell rang and we both went downstairs, completely forgetting our almost full plates on Rachel's bed. "l will open the door", Rachel said dragging me by my hand with her. She seemed excited for some reason and I was smiling like an idiot because of her. She opened up the door and l completely froze. My smile turned into a shocked face and my eyes widened. Rachel turned to see me because as soon as I saw who was standing in front of us I let her hand. "Hello, um, Rachel, is it?", he asked Rachel. "Yes sir, my name is Rachel. And you are?", she asked him back. "He is my dad", l answered for him, still in shock. I tried to regain my composure but l failed miserably. "Russell Fabray, it's nice to meet you young lady. I came to take Quinn for a ride as l promised her yesterday, right Quinn?", he asked. "Of course dad. I am so sorry Rach, l totally forgot to tell you that", I said. It was all a lie, of course, he never promised me a ride and he was playing good in front of Rachel. I didn't want to leave with him but I really didn't have any choice. Rachel must not know about this. This is so embarrassing for someone else to know, especially Rachel. She will leave me and I really love her. "It's okay, no problem at all Quinn. Have a great time and since it's Sunday today I will see you tomorrow at school", she said, completely aware of my nervousness.
"I will drive, like old times", he said giving me a big fake smile. He extended his hand and was waiting for me to give him my car keys. Rachel saw me hesitate and looked suspiciously my dad. I immediately gave him my car keys and hugged Rachel. "I can tell when someone is acting and trust me when l say that he is", she whispered to me. "He just talks this way", l tried to reassure her but I don't really know if she believed me. I pulled away from Rachel and walked to my car, my dad and l got in, he pulled the car to the road and accelerate away from the Berry's residence. "We need to talk", he said and l could sense the tension in his voice. I didn't reply, l only gulped while watching him driving us back home. He parked my car, got out and before I knew what was happening he opened my door and pulled me out. He grabbed me upper arm, where my scars were and I almost screamed from pain. "Shut up, you, useless piece of shit", he shouted and pushed me into the house.
"Sit down", he said angry and l immediately sat on the couch. The last thing I wanted was to make him angrier than he already was. "Why were you at the fags house?", he said. "Don't call them that", l demanded. "You don't get to tell me how to call them. I will refer to them however I want", he said and slapped me. "I am sorry", l whispered. "l know you are and l forgive you. Now, tell me why you were there", he said. "l like hanging out with Rachel", l lied. I don't even know why l told him that, but that's all he was going to know. "You like hanging out with Rachel, huh? Well, what else do I need to know? Did she make you a fag too?", he shouted and pulled me up. "What are you talking about? She is nothing but good and kind to me. You made me torture her because you don't like her parents being gay-", l shouted back and he cut me off. "You will never say this word in my house again", he said and punched me to the stomach. I felt all the air l had in my lungs getting out of me. I couldn't breathe and my knees couldn't hold me anymore. I felt powerless and I kneeled from pain and exhaustion. "No one in this family will become a fag. Do you understand? No one", he screamed and pulled his belt out of his pants. I was trying to catch my breath when l felt something extremely painful in my back. I was in shock when I realized that he hit me with belt. "I am so sorry", l was telling him so he would stop. I told him once, twice, a hundred times but he just didn't listen to me. He kept hitting me with that damn belt. When he finished he took his car keys and left, leaving me there once again.
I didn't sleep that night, l couldn't stop thinking about Rachel. She didn't deserve getting in the way of the fire. So, I decided to get her one more flower before I break my promise to her, the promise that I would vanish her doubts. It was for her own good, l love her too much to see her suffer because of me.
Faberry
Rachel's point of view
Another day, another flower. I was wondering what flower Quinn would buy me today. It became her way of telling me things that she couldn't actually tell me face to face. I was excited when I opened my locker but then l read the note Quinn left me with the flower and my smile immediately disappeared.
This is the Yellow Rose as you can see and it stands for 'apology' and 'a broken heart'. I want to apologize to you for what is going to happen. I don't have enough courage to tell you this in person so it must be a flower that would do that for me. The broken heart that this flower represents will be my heart and I assume yours as well. I am so sorry that l am not strong enough to keep my promise l only want what's best for you and that's not me, so l am setting you free.
Forever yours,
Quinn
As soon as I finished reading the note l started to shake. I felt like I couldn't breathe and I was just looking the note, reading it over and over again. Did she just break up with me? She is setting me free? I felt free when l was with her. I felt my heart heavy and I couldn't handle it. Just then l felt two hands on my shoulders, l turned around hugging whoever it was. "Rachel, why are you crying?", l heard a voice telling me. I didn't see who I was hugging, it didn't really matter that moment. Although I would prefer it was Quinn the one l was hugging, I was smelling her perfume. I felt two girly hands trying to comfort me. I pulled away only to see Santana. I couldn't believe what I saw, it was Santana. "Give me the note", she said calmly. "What are you doing here?", I said, still crying. "l was going to meet Brittany and I saw you. It's Quinn, isn't it? Give me the note Berry", she demanded. "It's not her fault, she just-", l said between sobs. "What the fuck is going on with her? I will go all Lima Heights on her gay ass. My ship will keep sailing", she said and grabbed me while searching for Quinn. "Santana stop", l demanded and she listened to me. "What is going on with her? She is acting like crazy the past few days", Santana said worried. "I know she does-", l tried to say and Santana cut me off. "You know. You know what is going on. Tell me hobbit, now", she ordered, giving me a death stare.
Santana was Quinn's best friend but she didn't know what was going on. I should tell her, on the other hand I promised Quinn l wouldn't. No, l wouldn't let Quinn get through this all by herself. "Fine, l will tell you but we need some privacy", l said and she dragged me into an empty classroom. "Tell me Berry. Come on, my heart is racing from worry", she said crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I promised Quinn l wouldn't tell anyone", l said immediately regretting for starting this conversation. "For fucks sake Rachel, I am not anyone, l am her best friend", she demanded and she was right. "Shouldn't Brittany hear this too? Isn't she her best friend too?", l asked. "No, l mean yes, she is her best friend too but Brittany is always so happy and I don't want that to change. Now, stop avoiding my question and tell me what is going on", she said again. "Quinn is...She, um, she is hurting herself", l finally said. "She what? And she never trusted me enough to tell me? No, you are lying", Santana said shocked. "lf it's making you feel better she didn't want to tell me either. I saw the scars on her arm. Look, Quinn apparently wants to deal with it alone that's why she broke up with me. I am not going to let her go through this all by herself. Although she is pushing me away, l want nothing but to help her. So, l have a plan will you help me?", l said and Santana immediately nodded.
I skipped my third class and went to the nearest flower shop. I thought that if I talked to her the same way she did, she would listen to me. I opened her locker with Santana's help and to be honest I was a little shocked when she told me that she knew all the locker combinations of the Glee club members, but l relaxed when she said that she was kidding. I put the flower with a note in her locker and since she was avoiding me all day, the only thing I could do was to wait for her to read that note.
Faberry
Quinn's point of view
I was sure Rachel would read her note by now, so I was avoiding her as much as I could. I even saw her crying when she read that damn note. Thankfully Santana was there to comfort her. If she read that note l would be so in trouble. She really wanted us together, although she would never admit it. Rachel didn't show up at all in third class, which was strange. She never skipped classes except if...no...she is planning something. After third class I went straight into the bathroom and I was waiting for the bell to ring so that l could go to my locker without seeing her. So, when the bell rang and the hallway got empty, I went to my locker. I opened it only to find a flower and a note on top of my books. The flowers were my way to talk to Rachel and she-she left me one as well. This is weird, she always had the courage to talk to me. I took the note hesitantly and read it.
This is the Eglantine Rose and it stands for 'a wound to heal'. The meaning of the flower in this case is both metaphorical and literal. I am not going to let you push me away. I know that even if you needed me you are not going to ask for my help. So, I will help you either you ask me to or not. I will help you heal every wound you have. You can avoid me as much as you like but don't you dare not showing up on Glee club today or else I will unleash Santana.
P.S: she says that she looks forward to kick your ass.
P.S 2: she says she will go all Lima Heights on your ass if you don't show up.
P.S 3: please come to Glee club l don't want her to hurt you. Okay, see you in Glee, love you.
Your and only yours,
Rachel
She is so stubborn, l said to myself. Wait, why did Santana got involved in this? Oh crap, she must told her about my scars. Shit. I didn't plan to show up in Glee club today, but I would be in so much trouble if l wouldn't. In fact, l am so in trouble either way. I continued to avoid Rachel and now Santana and Brittany along with her until it was time for Glee club. I got in class and sat down, just then mister Schuester came in and everyone looked at him. Well, almost everyone Rachel and Santana weren't in the classroom, which was really strange. "You did a good job at your Spanish assignment guys. Well, most of you l mean. Keep trying Finn, you are getting better", mister Schuester said. "But mister Schue all we had to do was to write from zero to ten in Spanish and name a couple of objects", Artie interfered. "Well, some of you wrote it in English", mister Schuester said and everyone turned to look Brittany. "Numbers are so confusing even in Spanish", Brittany admitted. "But there weren't any numbers Brittany, there were just words", Kurt said. "What are you? Stu-", Artie was about to say and Santana appeared with Rachel. "Don't you fucking dare finish that word, wheelchair", Santana said and came closer to him. "Look, l don't mean to be a bitch, well, yeah, l actually do but if you finish this word l will cut your legs since you don't use them anyway", Santana said. "Santana that's enough", mister Schuester said and Rachel immediately stepped in for the rescue.
"Sooooo, before we start today's rehearsal mister Schue, l would like to sing something. It will make me express some of my thoughts and it also will answer some questions that have been made to me", Rachel said placing her hands on her waist. "The stage is yours Rachel", mister Schuester said and sat down. "Guess this means you're sorry, you're standing at my door. Guess this means you take back all you said before, like how much you wanted anyone but me. Said you'd never come back but here you are again", Rachel sang to everyone and nodded Santana before they both came in front of me. "Cause we belong together now, yeah. Forever united here somehow, yeah. You've got a piece of me and honestly my life would suck without you", they sang as the rest of the Glee club joined them. Now, every member of the 'New Directions' were singing to me. Well, every member except Finn, who was sitting at the corner of the classroom kind of angry with his giant arms crossed in front of his chest. I felt kind of embarrassed but it was one of the sweetest things someone did for me. I always loved that song and now Rachel was singing it with her perfect voice. I was so stupid breaking my promise. Wait, did l...oh, god, l am the lamest thing on the world. I broke up with her over a flower and a note. I do love her, l shouldn't do that. Gosh, what was l thinking anyway? Concentrate Quinn, Rachel is singing for you, to you. Wake up already, the song is coming to an end. Do something, fix it before you lose her.
Rachel's wide smile at the end of the song was all it took for me to stand up and grab her by her shoulders, bringing her in for a hug. I hugged her even tighter than Brittany hugs Santana when she is excited about the ducks in the park's pond when they talk to her. What am l thinking? Ducks don't talk, of course, but Brittany says they talk to her. "Quinn, um, l can't breathe properly", she said, bringing me back to reality. "God, l am sorry", l told and immediately let her. She took a couple of deep breaths when everyone sat down. "l am the one who should listen that apology don't you think?", she said causing me to smile as well. "You are totally right my bright star. I am so sorry for pushing you away. I won't do that again, I don't even know what I was thinking", l said avoiding her gaze. "It's okay. I should apologize too though. It kind of slipped my tongue about the scars on your arm to Santana", she said and l could feel her regret. "It's fine. She is my best friend and I should have talked to her about it way earlier", l admitted. "Damn right you should", Santana said, coming out of nowhere. "We need to talk", l said. "Girls please, stop talking", mister Schuester warned us. "Sorry mister Schuester", I told him. "Well, we need to talk later", l whispered and after that Santana sat next to Brittany again.