A deafening silence echoed off the choir room walls. Eleven glee club members. One teacher. One guidance counselor.
"Guys, Ms. Pillsbury is here for whatever you need," Mr. Schuster said, rubbing his forehead. "I know this is hard for you but if you need to talk, she's assured me that her door will be open."
The redhead nodded. Rachel felt the doe eyes settle on her. The brunette looked down. She felt a hand on her right shoulder and knew it was Santana. A pale hand gripped her left, it was Brittany. Rachel didn't care enough to shrug either one of them off. The room stayed silent.
"Well…you all know where my office is," Ms. Pillsbury said quietly.
There were murmurs from different corners of the room. Rachel listened to the woman's footsteps as she walked out the door. Santana's grip tightened a little and Brittany pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"It'll be okay, Rach," the blonde whispered.
Rachel jerked her hand away and shook her head before standing up and storming out of the room. She wasn't sure where she wanted to go or what she wanted to do, just that she needed to be away from everyone. Especially Brittany and Santana. The brunette wandered the hallway and ended up in a familiar space. She saw a locker opened and furrowed her eyebrows when she saw blonde hair cascading down the back of the person that was standing there.
"Excuse me?" the brunette asked weakly, knowing that she wouldn't be met with who she wanted.
The woman turned around, Rachel jumped back a little at the glare that Judy Fabray gave her.
"You," the woman growled.
"Mrs. Fabray…"
"You killed my baby!" Judy cried out, her shrill voice echoing off the hallway. "You killed her baby and you killed my baby!"
Rachel swallowed hard. "I…I never…"
"It wasn't an accident! You had something to do with it, I know you did you filthy little whore! This is your fault! They told me you were there! You were there and you didn't do anything, this is your fault!"
The words Judy Fabray yelled at her were words that had echoed in Rachel's head several times since that afternoon. Hearing them from someone else's mouth, though, made the guilt consume her. The tears flowed freely as Quinn's mother stared her down.
"Mrs. Fabray…" she finally choked out. "I'm so sorry…"
The woman growled and shook her head. She turned back to Quinn's locker and Rachel wiped the tears from her eyes. Something was thrown at her, she caught it in her hands. It was a notebook with her name on it, a gold star at the end.
"Get out of here," Judy growled. "Get away from me. Stay away from my family."
Rachel nodded a little before turning to head to the parking lot, notebook clutched in her arms.