While we are sleeping, angels have conversations with our souls - Because, how do the angels get to sleep when the devil leaves the porch light on?

Chapter 2

It was night time, and Rachel Berry's eyes still stang from the countless tears she had shed today. Once her usual night time beauty routine had been completed, she pulled on her baby pink pyjamas, and turned off the lights.

As she went to draw the curtains, she took a last glance at the moon before closing them, and then she sighed and crawled into bed.

She was so exhausted and overly tired but she wasn't sleepy. She couldn't stop thinking about the day she had had. Not only the scene in the cafeteria but with meeting the new blonde girl, Quinn, who was really, really pretty and who tried to fool Rachel into thinking she was nice.

But...There was something about Quinn that stumped her. She seemed...different.

But Rachel knew she couldn't trust anyone.

Rachel was constantly bullied, so what had happened today was nothing out of the ordinary, but it was one of the worse bullying cases she had experienced.

She got crap everyday, but today was just...horrible. The yelling, the name calling...

The thought made her eyes glass up again, and she gave up trying to be strong and began to silently sob into her pillow.

It's not fair, it's not fair... She thought, Why me?

She sighed and wiped at her eyes for what felt like the thousandth time today. How can one person cry so much in just one day?

She didn't normally cry, not like this - but today...today was the worst day she's had in a long time.

It all started bad. She woke up late. School was horrible, she left two of her books at home.

There was this new, beautiful blonde girl bound to make the cheerios - another girl who'd undoubtedly become one of Dana's minions and give her hell.

The glee rehearsal from earlier tonight was the worst she had ever had. Finn refused to speak to her, sit with her or even look at her. It made her feel worthless.

She tried to stop thinking about it, it just hurt too much.

She closed her eyes and relaxed, taking deep breaths and gradually, as she calmed herself down, she eventually drifted into a deep sleep.

Rachel...

"Who...W-What?" Rachel's eyes shot open, and she felt a hard, rough surface on her back.

As she sat forward, she discovered that she was sat underneath a huge tree, still in her pyjamas. The floor beneath her was covered in bright, fresh grass and there were trees of different types all around her. The sky was clear, and the sun beamed down on her.

Where was she? She raised a hand to protect her eyes from the light, squinting under it's bright rays.

Rachel...

There was that voice again. Rachel didn't respond, she just sat there and stayed quiet.

Rachel...are you there?

Rachel didn't want to respond to the voice, she couldn't seem to make herself speak. But she slowly nodded.

Good. Can you see me?

The voice was gentle, unique and Rachel recognised it...It was that Quinn girl's voice.

Rachel decided to reply this time. "No, not unless you're a tree..."

Laughter, a sweet and delicate laugh rang in Rachel's head. It was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard...and she smiled.

No, I'm not a tree. So you can't see me yet? But you can hear me. And do you know who I am?

"Y-yes, I've heard you before, I know you...And no, I can't, I can't see you. Will I be able to soon?"

Yes. Come and look around, Rachel! This place is stunning.

Rachel didn't want to move.

"No, I might fall or get lost..." She muttered, pulling her knees to her chest. They were just excuses because she was honestly just frightened. Where was she? Was she dreaming? This seemed so real...

Oh. The voice seemed some what disappointed.

"Am I dreaming? Am I...asleep?"

Yes.

Then all of a sudden Rachel became drowsy, and she felt her eyes become heavy, her body gradually leant backwards against the harsh surface of the tree behind her...

Before she blacked out she heard the faint whisper of the voice murmur.

See you soon.

Quinn sat up with a gasp, and her breaths came out fast and uneven. She held her hand to her head and squinted her eyes as a sharp pain shoot through her temples.

Angels can speak to mortals in their dreams whilst they sleep, find out about them, without them fully remembering it the next day. Rachel intrigued Quinn and she wanted to know more about her.

However visiting humans in their sleep required lots of energy, and even then, the mortal may not even be able to hear or see the angel trying to communicate, just like Rachel couldn't see Quinn.

It's a very difficult thing to do, and requires skill.

The place in which they would speak was entirely down to the angel to decide. Quinn had once been on a job in a sweet, sunny exotic forest in Europe. She couldn't help but manifest the very same place when she dream talked with mortals.

That said, She didn't get to dream talk very often, as most of the time, the human themselves has to open up and allow the angel in, the soul has to feel the need or longing to communicate. This is hard work for the angel to pry themselves in, and in many cases just isn't worth the effort.

But Quinn would try every night from now on if she had to, even if it drained her, to get inside Rachel's head and to find out about her, how she can help her.

Quinn was really determined to do this, and even if she didn't need to help Rachel, she felt like she had too, as if she was obligated to.

And that's what frightened Quinn the most. She's in this place, where she can sense the energy here being wrong, yet she's willing to drain herself to simply help this one girl.

And at a time like this where she needs to be most focused...she wasn't entirely sure any other spirits would be too happy with her.

God sent her because he thought she was the best fit for the job, that was what he did. What he decided. If she wasn't meant to be here, she wouldn't be.

But she is here. So she has to focus.

But...Rachel...She can still see the expression of the small and vunerable girl, sitting alone and picking at her lunch, she can remember the look of agony in her eyes, the way her lip trembled as she bit it to stop herself from crying. How she couldn't trust Quinn in fear of being hurt further.

Yet her energy is still so positive?

This girl was special, unique and Quinn had never met anyone like her, and she hardly knew the girl. She just felt this uncontrollable need to get to know her more, and show her she isn't alone, to prove how she is loved and that she is beautiful.

Either way, whatever she does, she has to keep her guard up, because something still isn't right and the problem isn't going anywhere soon.

For Quinn she had come up with three possibilites as to why the energy was cracking and why it felt incorrect.

1) It was her, she was the one off centre and something had happened to her. Something had gone wrong when she had read the energy.

2) This was something out of her league, something to big for her to deal with and God had put a bit too much faith in her.

3) This town had no evil destined here. She was sent here by mistake.

Option 2 and 3 seemed far fetched. God knew what he was doing, always knew, so why would he send Quinn to work a job she couldn't do?

So option 1 was what was left.

Could there really be something wrong with her?

It was a new day, and Rachel arrived at McKinley high. She was really early, and walked down the hall quietly to her locker to collect some notes for her first class.

She was alone, no cheerleaders, no jocks. Just her.

She didn't want to be alone, but she liked it like this. No insults, threats...Just herself.

Just as she opened her locker, and grabbed a slim, pink notepad, something caught her eye in the reflection of the mirror on the inside of her locker door.

She knew the face immediately.

It was Quinn.

She automatically turned around to face her.

What did she want now?

Her long blonde hair draped over her shoulders, and she wore earrings that held three white feathers in each, which hung down and in with her hair. She was wearing a white blouse, and a floral skirt with some royal blue pumps on her feet.

She smiled. Rachel didn't.

"Hi, Rachel." Said Quinn, in a friendly tone of voice. Rachel didn't know if she was being genuinely friendly, or just patronizing.

"Hey." Rachel replied quickly, pushing some of her hair behind her ear as she turned and slowly closed her locker.

"I need to tell you something."

Rachel nodded, as if a cue for Quinn to continue.

"About yesterday...I didn't mean for you to get the impression that I was trying to hurt your feelings. I was just concerned. I didn't like how everyone acted yesterday, you seemed upset and I just wanted to see if you were okay."

Rachel turned back around, and looked into Quinn's eyes.

They were nothing like she had ever seen before, swirls of dark green and brown formed a smooth, unique hazel.

As much as Rachel hated to admit she was wrong, she could just tell this girl was being genuine, and when she looked into her eyes there was sincerity in there. There was something about her.

Rachel felt a sense of sickness build up inside of herself. She felt a bit guilty.

Rachel swallowed before she replied. "Honestly?"

Quinn nodded and smiled, again.

This girl was just trying to help her, And Rachel was too damn paranoid to even see that.

"Then...Then thank you. No one's ever done that for me before, so thank you. Very much."

Rachel allowed the corners of her lips to twitch into a small smile, and Quinn returned it.

"So..." Rachel continued, still in awe as to how this insanely beautiful girl was speaking to her, "What's your first class?"

"History. I mean, I think so anyway." Replied Quinn, pursing her lips as if she was in thought. "What a great start, I'm not even sure what class I have." And she let out a small laugh.

The sound made Rachel's stomach flip. It was such a pretty laugh.

She had heard it before, though. Because she can remember thinking the exact same thing the first time she had heard it. But when had she heard it...

Rachel let it slip her mind as she let out a small giggle of her own. "No, we all forget things. But you're probably right, because my first lesson is History and it's likely you're in the same class as me, actually." Rachel managed to reply, surprisingly without stuttering too much.

"Oh, that's cool." Quinn grinned, pulling her brown leather bag higher onto her shoulder.

"Well...Then...I'll...I guess I'll see you there." Rachel nodded, as if to confirm what she had just said, then before she could stop herself, she added, "Actually - Dana takes that lesson, so I doubt we'll have the chance to speak."

Then she felt her cheeks flush, and turned to walk away, grasping her notebook tightly to her chest.

As she began to walk, she heard Quinn's voice from behind her.

"See you soon."

And for some reason unknown to Rachel, it sent a shiver down her spine.

Quinn was pleased that Rachel had heard her out, and that maybe she had a chance to become friends with Rachel, and that meant the opportunity to have her open up to her without the energy-draining-angel-dream-talk, which would be more beneficial for Quinn.

But Rachel was still displeased about Dana wanting to be friends with her, Quinn could sense the shift of energy in Rachel, whenever she was around, or was mentioned.

Quinn would have to prove to Rachel that Dana didn't mean anything to her, and then Rachel might have a more permanent change of heart.

History was a good chance for this, and it was a lot easier than Quinn was expecting it to be.

Quinn was one of the first students in the class, and she took a seat closest to the wall, so there was one spare seat beside her.

Dana was in the doorway talking to a couple other cheerleaders, and at one point she looked over at Quinn and waved, and Quinn politely returned it.

She could tell by the expression on Dana's face that she thought the spare seat beside Quinn was intended for her.

When actually it was for Rachel.

Students filed their way in and took their seats, and eventually a tiny Rachel strolled inside. As she passed Dana, who still lingered in the doorway, Dana gave her a sour glare, grabbed her arm and spat "Hey, hobbit."

The teacher arrived at that moment, and Dana waved goodbye to her friends and pulled Rachel harshly, further into the room with her.

As the teacher arranged her things and unpacked her laptop, the class began to chatter amongst themselves, and Rachel tugged herself free from Dana and she was headed to sit in a seat near the front of the class, when Quinn piped up.

"Rachel!"

Rachel's head turned towards Quinn and Quinn signalled for her to come over, pointing at the spare seat beside her. Rachel looked over at Dana, who was too preoccupied sitting on a desk in front of two football players and flirting with them to even notice that a 'hobbit' was about to steal her seat next to Quinn.

Rachel quickly paced over, and sat down.

Quinn smiled, and whispered as Rachel unpacked her things.

"I told you I'd see you here."

Rachel looked up at the blonde, a slight look of distress in her eyes. "What about Dana? Doesn't she want to sit here?"

Her line of vision was directed back to Dana, who was fake laughing at something one of the jock's had said.

Quinn shrugged, following Rachel's line of vision. "Who cares about Dana. Just sit there, It doesn't matter."

Rachel still felt nervous, she knew Dana would make her pay for this some other time. But it didn't matter to her at that moment, because right then, someone wanted her to sit with them. And not only that, it was Quinn. The prettiest girl she had ever met.

So she wasn't going to refuse the offer.

"Okay, Class! Settle down! Everyone take your seats."

Rachel's heart dropped as she saw Dana's facial expression turn from a fake, giggly high school cheerleader, to that of a pissed off, ugly bitch.

"Berry, get out of my seat." She said as she stormed over and slammed her hands on the desk, towering over Rachel and glaring down at her intimidatingly.

Rachel leant backwards, trying to get away from her as much as she could. "Um...I..."

"What? Got some kind of loser excuse? Then spit it out!"

"Dana, just sit down..." Muttered the teacher.

"No!" Dana proclaimed loudly as everyone watched. "Ugly Berry here, is in my seat."

"No she isn't." Said Quinn calmly, flicking through a text book, her eyes scanning over the page.

"Excuse me?" Dana stared at Quinn so intensely it looked as if her eyes were going to pop out of their sockets in disbelief.

"You heard me." Quinn responded, arching one of her eyebrows as if to say 'What are you gonna do about it?'

"Dana, please, just sit somewhere else, I have a lesson to start."

"This isn't over." Dana whispered in an acidic tone to Rachel, who had gone completely pale.

Dana was bright red, with either anger or humiliation, Rachel couldn't tell. But she slowly marched away, and sat down a couple rows in front.

Rachel felt a wave of relief wash over her, but she could still feel a slight layer of tension still present in her.

Quinn looked up at her then, and smiled softly, which made the tension in Rachel's stomach dissolve completely, and she felt her face begin to regain color.

"So, class, we're continuing our study on the Romans. Your homework was to collect facts about them, now does anyone want to share the ones they found, to begin the lesson?" Said the teacher, putting on her glasses, who's name was scribbled across the top of the board as 'Mrs Durnsley.'

Dana turned to Rachel and sent her a bitchy smirk as her hand shot up.

Mrs Durnsley pointed at her, "Yes, Dana?"

"Well miss, I found out that Rachel has a Roman nose. It roams all over her face!"

Hushed laughter spread through the class and Rachel felt a stab of sickness in her stomach. That...hurt.

Quinn glanced over at Rachel, and she saw the tremble in her lip, the way Rachel bit it to stop the tears falling...

"That is enough, Dana! One more chance or I'm sending you out."

The laughter had died down, and Dana turned around to look at what she had done to Rachel and when she saw her saddened expression a sneer spread across her face. That is until she caught Quinn's gaze.

Quinn was sending a stabbing stare in her direction. Dana suddenly felt uncomfortable and her sneer gradually disappeared from her face.

Quinn mouthed the words 'Back off' ever so slowly, before redirecting her eyes and concentration to the board Mrs Durnsley was scribbling on.

Dana didn't say anything else for the rest of the lesson.

When the harsh sound of the bell rang, Rachel and Quinn collected their things and walked out of the room together, after everybody else had left.

"Thank yo-" Rachel began, before Quinn cut her off.

"No need to thank me." And she smiled, that soft, kind smile that made Rachel feel funny inside.

"Oh. Okay, well I appreciate it." Rachel smiled back at her, the first, genuine smile she had pulled in a long time.

"I've got French now...But I'll see you later?"

"Okay." Rachel nodded, and grinned, waving as Quinn walked away. "Bye!" She exclaimed happily, watching as Quinn strutted away.

She felt so happy, so content. It was amazing! That lesson was one of the best of her life...Somebody actually stood up for her! This felt so surreal...She had the best feeling she had felt in such a long time. Excitement, hope. Happiness.

Then as Rachel Berry turned around to walk to second period, A cold slushie was tossed carelessly into her face, which knocked the happiness straight back out of her.

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