Angels deliver fate to our doorstep - and anywhere else it is needed.

Chapter 3

"RACHEL!"

Rachel sat upright, her stomach jolted and her eyes were wide with both shock and fear.

"What happened?"

"W-What?" Rachel squinted, an intensely bright light was shining on her face and in her eyes, which she tried her best to stop by blocking it out with her left hand.

"Who are you? What are you talking about?" She squinted further into the light the best she could, trying to make out what was creating it.

"Why did you leave?" The voice was soft but very loud, and it rang and echoed in her head.

"Leave where? What are-"

"Rachel..."

Rachel felt her stomach drop. That was...that was Quinn's voice.

Had she passed out? The light blurred her vision, and her head felt fuzzy, but this seemed oddly familiar...

"I don't know what you mean...Quinn."

"You left school. Early. You skipped two classes." The voice didn't seem to react to the way Rachel said Quinn's name. She felt a mysterious surge of disappointment.

"Oh."

Everything rushed back to her then, how she hesitantly but immediately skipped school after that horrible, sticky slushie was tossed into her face...

Rachel couldn't really tell Quinn the truth of why she had left school that day. She had just established a proper friendship with her, If Quinn knew that staying friends with her would result in slushies aswell as insults...She wouldn't want to stay friends. Who is their right mind would? Quinn was nice, and maybe she did genuinely like Rachel. But there had to be a line, right?

Rachel's right hand rested on the ground and she fiddled with the soft grass she was sat on. Familiar...

"Well?"

"No reason, really."

"Rach. Come on." The voice paused. "You can tell me. Are you upset?"

"No, I'm fine. I felt sick, I had a headache." Rachel said quickly with the most sincerity she could conjur. For some reason she hated having to lie to Quinn, and guilt clouded her head. Even if it was just a dream.

"Quinn...Where are you?"

"Are you sure you're fine?"

"Y-Yes. Of course..." Rachel covered her eyes as she said this. It was as if the light would actually blind her if she kept her eyes open for much longer. "Ah...Why is it so bright here?"

"Because I'm trying to sho..I'm trying something."

"What?"

"You'll find out, eventually, Rachel. Promise. But I have to go now."

"B-But where a-"

"See you soon."

Then the light immediately cut off when Quinn left her, and in her sleep, Rachel Berry stirred.

Quinn was becoming increasingly frustrated.

Why was she wasting her energy like this? She needed to be prepared, armed, ready for action. Why was she spending so much of her time trying to figure out Rachel Berry?

Every single time she questioned herself, and promised herself that she wouldn't think about or try to see Rachel again...She did the opposite.

It was as if there was something between them that kept Quinn tethered to her, she couldn't shake her off...

As much as she hated to admit it, Quinn couldn't stop thinking about her. She found herself constantly wishing Rachel would fall asleep so she could get in her head and speak to her.

This is so wrong! This doesn't happen! This hasn't happened, this never happens...

Quinn groaned and jumped up off of her couch, striding over to the window and pulling it open. She leant outside, letting the cold, night air hit her face. Fresh air helps her think more clearly.

She couldn't let Rachel affect her in this way, she had to do what had to be done here. If she stayed friends with Rachel...it would be worse in the long run anyway, as she'd have to leave town as soon as her work here was done...And if Rachel became attached to Quinn it would just hurt her feelings to have her only friend leave her all alone; not replying to her messages, letters...

Quinn stood up straight, her eyes glistening under the light of the moon that she gazed up at.

She finally understood why angels don't allow themselves to become friends with humans. At first she just assumed it was some kind of unspoken rule, that it's something forbidden.

But she's now come to realise that it's much deeper than that.

Quinn doesn't even know Rachel that well and she's already causing Quinn a dilemma.

Quinn had never felt something like this for someone, an angel nor mortal, and it was so strange, and different, so fresh and new and excting. But so dangerous and completely out of line...

Quinn sighed and tried to push thoughts of Rachel to the back of her mind, and tried to get on track of things...which, of course, failed.

She knew she wouldn't be able to keep away from Rachel, guilt, longing and who knows what else would draw her back to her.

Who knows? Rachel may even have something to do with the strange energy in this place.

Eventually, she just decided she'd let it play out as it would with Rachel, and hope for the best.

The next day was damp and humid. Many students of McKinley high slumped around, obviously agitated by the heat, and irritated at the lack of sun.

Rachel bit her lip nervously as she strolled down the corriders of the school, dodging the miserable faces of the many students lingering at their lockers.

Even though everyone was moping around lazily, she still felt on edge, as she always did these days.

Always tense, waiting for the next insult, preparing for the next shove, or slushie thrown her way.

Her face was moulded into that of expressionless, trying not to draw any attention to herself, until a fair, blonde girl came into view.

Rachel's lips curved as she saw her.

She almost ran up to her only friend but she thought about yesterday and for Quinn's own good she stayed calm and kept her poker face and casually walked towards her.

"Quinn?" Rachel asked softly, trying to act as normal as possible.

She had never had to act this way around a girl before. It was quite strange, but Rachel let it slide. She put it down to the fact that she was just nervous that someone like Quinn was willing to be her friend - and that never happened, ever.

So feeling this way is completely normal, right?

Quinn twirled around gracefully to the sound of her name, to face Rachel, and her pretty eyes caught Rachel's own gaze. Her stomach flipped suddenly.

"Hey, Rachel!" Quinn smiled brightly, her perfect white teeth almost gleaming.

Rachel's eyes flickered to Quinn's mouth, she didn't even know she was staring until Quinn cleared her throat and asked, "How...How are you?"

"Oh! O-Oh..." Rachel stuttered, "Y-y-ye...yes, um...I'm good thanks."

Rachel didn't want to talk about yesterday, and this polite chit-chat would probably lead to that eventually, so she changed the conversation.

"Could you maybe help me? Please?" Rachel asked.

She giggled nervously and felt her cheeks flushing. What did she want help with? She didn't need anything...What do normal friends do? Spend time together...Homework help...

Rachel thought of the first thing that came to mind.

"I was wondering if you wanted to hear me sing?" Rachel quickly said before backtracking, "I mean, would you help me, tell me if my voice is good. I mean, the song is right...I, um..." Rachel felt so embarassed. Where the heck did all of this nervousness come from? And what was with the stuttering?

To Rachel's surprise, Quinn giggled and nodded. "You sing?" Her perfectly shaped eyebrows rose slightly in surprise, which made Rachel chuckle slightly.

"Of course," Rachel's grin spread across her face. "It's my favourite thing to do, and seeing as you're the most honest person I know, I thought you could help me..."

"I'm the most honest person you know?" Quinn smirked, which was a first to Rachel, she'd never seen Quinn smirk before. Rachel's first thought was that it was adorable, before she forced herself to answer the question being asked.

"Yeah...I guess you are...I mean I know we don't know each other that well yet but, you're so genuine and I think tha-" But then Rachel stopped talking. She had glanced at Quinn's eyes and saw she was staring just over Rachel's left shoulder.

Curious, Rachel turned and followed Quinn's gaze, to see Dana, giggling with some cheerio friends holding a piece of cardboard. Rachel looked back at Quinn, her brow had furrowed and she was staring intensely...In hatred?

She'd never seen someone look so beautiful whilst staring with such a loathesome look...

Wait, what was bothering Quinn so much? She didn't know about yesterday, could she?

Oh no...

Rachel was genuinely confused and slightly panicked, so she turned back to Dana briefly but then back to Quinn...Did Quinn dislike her that much?

Not wanting to start anything more with Dana, and mainly because she didn't want to get Qunn in trouble, she turned to the blonde before quickly saying, "It's fine Quinn just leave it, I know she's a nasty person but it's not worth it, you might get in tro-" But again she was cut off.

Quinn had stormed past her, in such fury, yet somehow so elegantly.

Rachel watched Quinn in shock, awe and sheer confusion as she ripped the piece of cardboard out of Dana's slender hands and looked down in disgust at the cheerio's bewildered face.

"What is this?" Quinn questioned, quietly, yet her tone of voice was sinister.

The whole atmosphere in the corrider changed, it was as if everybody had stopped and was watching was happening.

Rachel went to move, to stop Quinn and pull her away...But she couldn't bring herself to move her legs, she was so shocked and it was as if her feet were glued to the ground.

Dana's face had changed back into that usual, bitchy smirk when she realised there were specatators to Quinn's sudden confrontation.

"What's it to you, barbie?" Dana arched a brow and she leant forward, obviously trying to intimidate Quinn.

But Quinn was a lot taller then Dana, and continued to tower over her. The seriousness of the situation became prominant, but Dana still didn't back down.

She's such an idiot, Rachel thought. It was obvious Quinn was pissed, But Rachel was still rattled as to why.

"It's not what I think it is, is it?" Quinn said calmly.

"Why do you care?" Snapped Dana, she backed off slightly, muttering, "You freak..."

"LISTEN, to me. That thing is dangerous, get rid of it. Now." Quinn made Dana jump slightly, but Dana wasn't phased, she just tugged the piece of cardboard out of Quinn's grasp.

"I'm warning you, Dana, do not use that. It's a very stupid idea. You could bring out som-" Quinn continued until Dana laughed loudly and cut her off.

"It's just a bit of fun, it's harmless. Jeez, what's with you? You're so...weird. God, Fabray, I don't know why I ever even considered you...Ha! See everyone?" Dana addressed the fellow students watching, "See what hanging out with beaky berry does to you?"

Several laughs followed this as she shot Rachel a threatening glance, before shoving Quinn aside, silencing the laughter, as a few girls gasped.

Rachel was about to move just then, but she refroze at that moment, she did not seriously just push Quinn?

What would Quinn do? Surely she'd just let it go over her head, Quinn didn't seem like the violent type. Then again, she didn't seem like the confrontational type...

Anger pounded through Rachel's veins, and she felt heat rise to her face, and before she even knew what she was doing she rushed over to Quinn's side and held on to her arm, pulling her slightly away from Dana.

But Quinn was like stone, she wasn't budging, so Rachel just gripped on to Quinn's arm, staring at Dana with the most vacant expression she could manage.

She didn't want to anger Dana but she didn't want to leave Quinn unsupported, especially after how she had helped her...

Dana eyed them both silently for a moment, before cocking her head and muttering "Cute." In a very smirky tone, obviously trying to taunt them both.

She then rolled her eyes and strutted away, clutching the cardboard to her her chest. Automatically, her band of cheerio-sheep swaggered after her without a single glance backwards.

All eyes were on Quinn, now, who was still frozen to the spot.

Rachel's hand was still holding on to Quinn's arm, she pulled again and this time Quinn allowed herself to move, and Rachel casually slid her hand into Quinn's to lead her to the only place Rachel felt somewhat safe at school anymore - The choir room.

As Rachel lead Quinn away in silence, she could hear her own heart pounding in her ears...Quinn's hand felt so soft in hers, and she swore she felt Quinn squeeze her hand at one point - which just sent butterflys wild in her stomach.

She felt kind of flustered after what had just happened, because...what did just happen?

What did Dana have that made Quinn so angry? Why did Quinn...react that way? It all happened so fast...

When Rachel finally pulled Quinn into the empty choir room, she flicked the lights on and closed the door slowly, when she turned around again she saw Quinn, crossed legged on the floor, looking down at her fingers which were fiddling the hem of her skirt.

Rachel approached her slowly and sat down in front of her, mimicking her cross legged position.

After a few moments of silence, Rachel broke it quietly, "Quinn?"

Quinn didn't react at first, she just stayed in the same position, blinking every now and again.

After a little more silence, Rachel was about to interrupt it again when Quinn sighed loudly, before softly speaking.

"I'm sorry, Rachel."

Rachel was caught off guard and she looked up at Quinn with a perplexed expression, only to find Quinn was looking straight back at her.

Her blonde her was hanging messily around her face, and her smile was hardly visible, but Rachel could see the faint curve of her soft lips, and she seemed to simply radiate beauty...

"Why?" The word fell from Rachel's mouth without her even realising it, but it was the one of the many, many questions she wanted to ask right now.

"For causing a scene. I didn't mean to drag you into it."

"Don't be..." Rachel couldn't find the right word, so she just shook her head and said, "Never mind. It's fine."

Quinn's smiled broadened and Rachel saw the set of perfect, white teeth which made Rachel's insides squirm again. She was getting annoyed at how her body was so easily shaken when it came to Quinn.

"What was the thing that Dana had? Why did you hate it so much?" Rachel asked, her curiousity over powering her.

Quinn looked down, her smile dropping.

Rachel continued in a softer tone of voice, "I mean...you said it was dangerous?"

Quinn nodded and looked back up, her glossy, hazel eyes meeting Rachel's once again.

"Rachel, I have...beliefs. Strong ones - I'm very spiritual."

"I'm Jewish!" Rachel blurted, then blushed a deep shade of pink. Quinn giggled and Rachel's blush just deepened into a further red at the sweet sound she had come to adore.

"Well, I'm Christian." Quinn nodded and shrugged, and Rachel smiled. She'd never really spoken to a Christian properly before.

"So...what did Dana have that was so bad?" Rachel questioned again, one her eyebrows raised as she asked.

Quinn hesitated slightly, then eventually, "Dana had something called a ouija board, do you know what that is?"

Rachel had certainly heard of it, but she didn't actually know what it was.

"No, I don't." Rachel replied quietly, "Is it...something bad?"

Quinn nodded in reply. "It's a tool originally created to be used to communicate with the dead."

Quinn paused then, Rachel suspected that she had expected Rachel to laugh or scoff in disbelief, but Rachel just smiled and nodded, simply curious.

Quinn continued, "But, it's very dark. The dead are dead for a reason, you aren't meant to communicate with them. It's against what God intended, and it's also very dark for...another reason."

Rachel really was intrigued. She was about to ask why, but Quinn answered before Rachel even asked the question.

"I believe that there's good and evil spirits, all around us. There's the good, who live with God, and the evil who reside away from God. The evil spirits use the ouija board as a way to trick a mortal into allowing them into this realm."

"Oh." Rachel nodded, then quickly questioned, "So why do you feel so strongly about this? And why does Dana want a ouija thing?"

Quinn smiled slightly, "Well, people have been known to use the ouija board as a 'game' and as a bit of fun, talking to the dead seems cool, in a way, right? But the evil spirits use a humans ignorance to their advantage, and it's very dangerous."

"In what way? How does it work?" Rachel had shifted her legs and was now kneeling, she was very interested.

"Well, the ouija board can be bought, or handmade. In Dana's case, she's obviously made her own cardboard version. On the board, there's the alphabet, numbers from one to ten, the words 'yes', 'no' and 'goodbye'. The way the communication actually works is that an object, for example, a glass, is placed on the board. This object is called a planchette. You place either your hands or fingers on the planchette and then you ask questions to the spirit, and if there is any spirit present, the planchette will move beneath your fingers to spell out an answer. The spirit itself does not possess the power or energy to move physical items itself and so to communicate through the ouija, it has to use you as a means to move the planchette.

"There's so many things that can go wrong whilst using this piece of equipment...first, basically 90% of the spirits that come through are evil." Quinn paused, and hesitated slightly, but before she could say anthing else, Rachel cut in.

"Demons."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

Quinn's expression changed then, the sinister look of hatred was back and Rachel felt somewhat nervous as Quinn carried on.

She nodded. "Yes, Demons. Demons are the worst and most terrifying creatures in existence, and they live purely to torture and terrify humans. They'll lie why communicating to you on the board, They'll pretend they're a good spirit, maybe a friend or member of family you've lost and knows you want to communicate with, or they'll simply pretend to be a spirit with good intentions. They'll get you to trust them, and then they'll show their true colours..."

Quinn almost shuddered, she shook her head before summing it up, "So...yeah. I just think they're very dangerous and I guess I got offended in a way. I really...believe in all of that. I don't want Dana bringing a demon into this town, especially one anywhere near you."

Rachel's cheeks burned and she gasped slightly. Did Quinn really just say that?

Quinn seemed to realise what she had said too, and she didn't try to correct herself - she just went back to fiddling with her skirt.

As she did so she changed the subject slightly.

"I guess you think all of this is pretty far-fetched, huh?" Quinn snickered and shook her head.

"No, I totally understand why you believe it!" Rachel insisted, leaning forward. "It's not far-fetched, really."

Rachel hesitated before adding, "I mean...I've always believed in good and evil. I've never told anyone this but...I think that good can't live without evil and evil can't live without good. They can't live together but they can't live apart."

Quinn looked up, and for the first time Rachel saw her with a genuine look of confusion on her face.

"It sounds...silly, I know but I just had a thought like that this one time...Yeah." Rachel smiled and fumbled with her hair, tucking some behind her ear.

"Um...Well, is there anyway we can stop Dana?" Rachel inquired, her blush burning obviously.

Quinn still seemed a bit puzzled by the last comment Rachel had made, but she answered Rachel's question anyhow.

"We can't. You know what she's like. There's nothing we can do. I just at least hope she's researched the rules and how to use it safely."

Rachel was about to ask what the rules were, but she didn't get the chance.

Quinn had jumped up and was walking towards the door.

Rachel clambered up as quickly as she could to go after her, but then Quinn turned around and said, "I have to go now, Rachel, but thank you, so much. For talking to me and understanding...You're...you're something."

And with a small smile she left the room.

Rachel didn't want her to go, and she felt like their whole conversation was rushed. She wanted to talk to her at least a little longer, but what to say?

She charged after to her and when they were in the corridor, Rachel called out, "Quinn!"

When the blonde turned around and flashed a smile with a raise of her brow, Rachel splat, "I love your earrings. Your feather ones, they're really pretty. You wear them...a...a lot."

Quinn smiled, and she moved her fingers to the feathers dangling at her ears, feeling them slowly.

"Thank you, Rachel. They remind me of home...They make me feel more like myself." She smiled again, and then said, "See you soon."

Rachel had no idea what she meant by that, but as she watched her turn and walk away, she felt a warm sensation in the pit of her stomach which made her feel happier than she had felt in such a long time.

But there was something Rachel liked about the idea of knowing Quinn. She was very unique...very spiritual and very beautiful.

She just wished there was a way to get to know her better, other than time, and waiting. She wanted to know Quinn, and she wanted to know her now.

So sorry it took a while to update! I've been busy with my exams etc. But now they're finished! Hurrah! And now I have the summer, so hopefully I can update more often now. I hope you all had a good Faberry week by the way!

If you've never heard about or never seen a ouija board before and you're curious, you can literally google it and there will be lots of images and information.

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Until next time!