So I'd like to thank the few people who have reviewed on the last chapter. I appreciate your words. Now I usually don't tend to post this fast but since it's spring break and I currently have the time I thought I'd give you all one more chapter for this week. I might post the next chapter by the end of the weekend. So with that being said I hope you enjoy this next chapter. As a note this story occurs in one day.
Wednesday: 8:27am
Quinn Fabray was on the top of the world. She's at the top of her class with a 4.2 GPA followed by Rachel Berry herself. Not only was she a smart girl but also the conquering beauty that rules over McKinley High. And commanding chief of her squad of cheerio's.
The Trio of girls containing, Brittany, Santana and herself marched through the halls, commanding the attention of everyone within their sights. Fear rippled through the crowds of students as they made way for the death squad. With a whip of Quinn's malicious look a group of retreating freshmen quickly disappeared down the corridor. A smirk crossed the blonde's face as her friends make a turn for the girl's bathroom. Santana immediately scared off a string of freshmen girls who cluttered the line of mirrors.
"MOVE OUT!" Santana ordered.
Quinn made her way to the nearest mirror. She casually took out her makeup and began touching up her face. Santana and Brittany began chatting about this morning's practice. The blonde tunes out the conversation as she slowly applies her eyeliner. Eventually the conversation turns to Rachel and Finn's breakup.
"I thought that out of the two of them that Rachel would've been the one to come to her senses and dump him. She should've done that a long time ago. But I guess Finn still has some sense in him." Santana sighed.
"It was bound to happen." Quinn replied with an even tone.
"He broke her." Brittany blurted out.
"It's pretty sad really. She hasn't even said so much as a word in Glee club. Looking at her just makes me feel depressed. And Finn looks like he can't even function right, like he's a zombie or something. You wouldn't do that to me babe now would you?" Santana asked Brittany.
"No." The other blonde shook her head with a wide smile.
"Look we all know Berry's going to be some big time Broadway star. Finn would only drag her down." Quinn huffed out.
"Yeah, what would Finn even do in New York?" Santana asked with a mocking tone.
"Exactly." Quinn answered.
"It must've been tough to realize that your girlfriend had a greater destiny than your own." Brittany sighed out.
Quinn rolled her eyes as she put away all her makeup. "I honestly don't understand how you can put so much faith into one person. I mean for someone to have that much power over you is pretty ridiculous. No one person should be given that much power over someone. Everyone is bound to disappoint you in one way or another. I get that no one is perfect and that we are all human but allowing someone to have that power means they control your life. In the end it always ends badly."
"Spoken like a true person who's never been in love." Santana retorted.
"Whatever." Quinn huffed out.
"It's called trust Q. Basically you are taking a leap of faith. You are trusting someone to hold that part of you that is so precious and fragile. You are trusting them not to take advantage of you or break you. You don't know how it will end. No one does. All you can really do is hold onto that moment that you have now. Giving someone that love and trust doesn't give them power over you. Instead, it gives you power and a newfound strength you never knew you had." Santana replied with a soft tone.
Quinn's eyes rose with shock as she looked over at her friend. The edges of her mouth slowly dropped. Santana Lopez was giving her love advice. And it actually made sense. I don't know which part is scarier.
"You can stop drooling now." Santana chuckled.
"That was really hot." Brittany commented as she bumped her hip into the brunette.
"I was just speaking from the heart." Santana nodded.
"Get a room." Quinn mumbled as she fixed her hair.
"I want to help her." Brittany once again stated.
"Who? Quinn or man hands?" Santana asked for reassurance.
"Fuck off. S." Quinn retorted.
"I want to help Rachel. I want to help find her." Brittany responded.
"Find her?" Quinn asked with raised brows.
"It's a secret." The other blonde replied. "You wouldn't understand it yet."
Okay… B, you've just officially weirded me out for today. Quinn gave Santana a look, which meant it was time to change the subject.
"Anyways, now that the giant is finally free again are you going after him?" Santana asked changing the subject.
"Please, as if I'd waste my breath. Finn is nothing but a child. It's always about him. What he wants and what he needs. If he doesn't get his way he throws a temper tantrum. I don't need to be taking care of someone. Besides it's obvious that he doesn't want me, twice he's chosen her over me, which in itself is embarrassing. Finn and I are done, we are a part of the past. And besides why would I want to ruin my senior year by being tied down? I'd rather focus on the future, which means college, and Yale." Quinn sighed with relief.
"Bad blood eh?" Santana joked.
"Shut up."Quinn mumbled as she backed away from the mirror.
No one responded as Santana and Brittany began packing up their makeup.
"Alright B, let's get to class. We'll see you at lunch Q." Santana responded as she grabbed Brittany's hand.
Quinn nodded a goodbye as she watched her friends disappear out the door. When silence consumed the area the blonde slowly approached the mirror again. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her mood quickly shifted while she stared at the girl in the mirror. Disgust filled her hazel eyes. A haunting look graced her features as her hands began to tremble. Her breathing became rapid as she leaned into closer to the mirror. She hastily inspected her face, searching every inch of imperfection. The blonde bit her lip forcefully, drawing the taste of metallic in her mouth.
"You make me sick." She hissed into the mirror.
Gathering up her bags she quickly left the bathroom. Once she reached her locker she began sorting through the books that she needed. Her mind was slowly starting to recollect itself when she heard a whispered conversation not too far from her. She paused for a moment to listen.
"Rachel, I was thinking maybe we could be friends?"
Her head lifted up as she recognized Finn's voice. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. Seriously why can't they ever just let things be? Why do they have to make it harder for themselves? Eventually they are both going to have to face that it's over between them. I know that they want to keep each other in their lives but life doesn't always work out the way it should.
Quinn grabbed the remaining books she had left and slammed her locker door. Her eyes traveled over to Finn and Rachel. She watched as the two of them looked tense, Rachel looked like she was on the verge of tears again. After a few seconds of watching the show she strolled past them without even a second glance. I feel sorry for them.
2:35pm
Quinn drew a silent breath of prayer as she walked out of her calculus 2 class. She had just finished taking a test and needed some time for herself. Her small footfalls echoed down the empty hall as she made her way to the bathroom. Pushing open the door she marched in. She was about to head straight for the mirror when she noticed someone in the corner of the bathroom. Crying. Immediately she regretted using this bathroom.
The blonde's eyes widened at the recognition of Rachel Berry. Fuckk… Her eyes watched as the brunettes legs were tucked in between her chest, and her head buried deep between her knees. For a moment the blonde stood still. She had several options open to her. She could quietly sneak out of the bathroom since the brunette hadn't taken notice of her presence yet. Or she could pretend that she hadn't noticed the other girl. But the one thing the blonde couldn't do was comfort her. For starters they didn't even know each other that well. Second, it would just be too weird and awkward. She wouldn't know what to do or say. And lastly, she was not the type of girl to show any type of emotion regardless of who was in the room.
Finally Rachel lifted her head from her knees. The brunette's face was tinted with a pink hue. Her eyes were red and puffy. And her hair looked messy and wild. Rachel began wiping her eyes as she took notice of the blonde's presence. Quinn finally got a hold of herself as she turned and faced the mirror. The blonde pinched her lips and shook her head with disbelief.
"Just say it." Rachel spoke with an uneven tone.
The blonde paused her movements as her hazel eyes looked at Rachel through the mirror.
"Say what?" Quinn asked with a curious gaze.
"Just say what you want to say and be done with it." Rachel scoffed.
"Trust me Berry, you don't want me to do that." The blonde retorted.
"SAY IT!" Rachel yelled.
Quinn packed up her makeup and slowly turned around. Her eyes met with sad and angry brown eyes. The blonde quietly closed her eyes and said the first words that popped into her head. I'm totally going to hell for this.
"You're pathetic." Quinn announced with a strong tone.
Silence consumed the room as the blonde opened her eyes. The whole setting of the room started to change into a dark roaring storm. Shit, did I really just say that? Rachel's eyes narrowed in confusion and her jaw fell open with offense. It was as if the brunette hadn't heard exactly what she had said.
"Excuse me?" Rachel demanded, an anger curling up in the brunette as she quickly rose to her feet. "Wanna say that again?" she dared.
Quinn licked her lips and eyed Rachel. The brunette was challenging her. She didn't like to be challenged. "Yeah alright." The blonde replied nonchalantly, extremely interested in the brunettes sudden action. "You, Man Hands, are P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C." she enunciated with a slow and deliberate tone of voice.
"The name is Rachel." The brunette demanded as she glared at the blonde with a newfound hatred.
"Still doesn't change what I said." The blonde retaliated.
"Why am I pathetic huh? Tell me. Because I honestly don't have a FUCKING CLUE! AM I PATHETIC BECAUSE I'M SITTING IN A BATHROOM CRYING? OR BECAUSE I FOOLISHLY GAVE ALL OF MY LOVE TO FINN?" Rachel screamed at the top of her lungs.
Quinn flinched at the power of Rachel's words. She doesn't like yelling. "Stop yelling Rachel." The blonde ordered.
"At least I was willing to put myself out there unlike you. I mean look at you. You are the epitome of loneliness. Out of all of your failed relationships you never even bothered to try. You've never let anyone get close to you. And for that you're going to be alone. Yeah, you may be the most popular girl in the school, and head cheerleader but I've had something that you've never had. And that's love. At least I know how to love somebody and have that love returned. You can call me pathetic, and you can feel sorry for me, but it's me that feels sorry for you."
Panic began to course through the blonde's body. Her heart was racing as she stared at the small girl. She was unable to meet her eyes. Quinn's legs felt shaky as she shifted her eyes down to the ground. Her breathing was fast and rapid. She needed to get out of here fast. How could she know that? How? The blonde cursed at herself for ever feeling sorry for the brunette.
Quinn made her way for the door. As her hand touched the door she paused for a few seconds. In the back of her mind she knew she had something else to say. And by golly she was going to say it. Again she slowly slid her mask back on and buried Rachel's words to the pit of her stomach. The blonde put on a nonchalant face and faced the diva. "The real Rachel Berry wouldn't hide out in a shitty ass bathroom. She'd fight. So grow a pair of balls and figure out what you want." The blonde stated, meeting the eyes of the vulnerable Rachel Berry. "He's just a boy Berry. Remember that." Quinn spoke, as she pulled open the door.
"What does that mean?" Rachel asked with a soft voice and a questioning look on her face.
Quinn paused for a few seconds before glancing back at Rachel. A slight smirk crossed the blonde's face before she turned and walked out the door. Rachel stared after her with a questioning and confused look.
The blonde's smirk quickly fell once she was outside the bathroom. Her face fell into a grave and sudden panic. Again she felt disgusted with herself. The back of her throat rubbed harshly with the lack of moisture. Her hands trembled and her heart raced. Rachel's words were engrained on her mind as she moved away from the bathroom door. She felt threatened and scared by the tiny diva. I need to get out of here.
10:35pm
Loud shouts and yells reverberated throughout the large house. Voices continued to express their frustrations with a heated passion. Quinn buried her head further into her pillow, her eyes focused on her bedroom door. She closed her hazel eyes, trying to block out the disturbing noise. But it's no use. Headphones can only do so much. There was no evading it. Within a few minutes doors started slamming and rattled the pictures by her bed. The blonde pinched her lips together as her heart slowly started racing. It's one of those nights again. Lately they've been occurring more frequently than usual. It's the drinking, the smoking, and the drugs that's caused the majority of this. The stress level from her father's firm has continued to push him over the edge. This in return has caused major havoc all around him.
Quinn sucked in a deep breath as she looked at her clock. She's had enough. With little effort, she rolled out of bed and pulled on a light jacket. Her hands quietly opened her window. She eased her body through, landing lightly on her feet. Her eyes glanced back up to her window to make sure her parents didn't go in. But her parents didn't check on her. They never did. Immediately her feet begin pounding into the ground like an iron horse. Where she was running to? She didn't know. All she knew was that she had to get away.
Shallow breathing consumed her body as her hair went wild against the fresh breeze. The naked moonlight lit a path for her, guiding her to some distant place. The darkness around her mocked her with malicious smiles, inviting her into their cruel depths. She fought against her fear and continued down the lit pathway. Within minutes she found herself in an abandoned park. Her heavy breathing caused her to bend over and rest her hands above her head.
Looking around the park she found a large brightly lit rusted swing. It was as if the swing was calling to her. She made her way over to the swing and fell into it. The chains attached to the swing gave her comfort and shelter from the world. For now she's safe and untouchable. No one can reach her. Reality itself does not exist in her world. No longer does she have to wear her disguise, instead she could finally be herself.
Quinn was once again sad, alone and on the verge of impending tears. Her heart was slowly shattering as her parent's loud voices circulated in her head. The sounds of crashing plates and the slamming of doors filled her mind. A shallow breath came to her as she gripped onto the chains of the tree. Then the tiny brunette's words regurgitated back into her mind. Quinn slammed her eyes shut and took a sharp breath to hold back her senses and collect her. She does the only thing she knew would calm her. The blonde quietly licked her lips as she began humming a light tune. She clears her throat before she started to sing.
You say life is a dream where we can't say what we mean
Maybe just some roadside scene that we're driving past
There's no telling where we'll be in a day or in a week
And there's no promises of peace or of happiness
Well is this why you cling to every little thing
And pulverize and derange all your senses
Maybe life is a song but you're scared to sing along
Until the very ending
Oh, it's time to let go of everything we used to know
Ideas that strengthen who we've been
It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds
From the chains and shackles that they're in
Oh, tell me what good is saying that you're free
In a dark and storming sea
You're chained to your history, you're surely sinking fast
You say that you know that the good Lord's in control
He's gonna bless and keep your tired and oh so restless soul
But at the end of the day when every price has been paid
You're gonna rise and sit beside him on some old seat of gold
And won't you tell me why you live like you're afraid to die
You'll die like you're afraid to go
Oh, it's time to let go of everything we used to know
Ideas that strengthen who we've been
It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds
From chains and shackles that they're in
From the chains and shackles that they're in
Well life is a dream 'cause we're all walking in our sleep
You could see us stand in lines like we're dead upon our feet
And we build our house of cards and then we wait for it to fall
Always forget how strange it is just to be alive at all
A wide smile spread across the blonde's face as she tilted her head up into the moonlit sky. Small tears of joy freely fell down her face. Her arms raised above her head as a loud laugh escaped from the back of her throat.
The song used was called Life is a song- by Patrick Park. It's truly a good song and one I felt would work well with this scene. Give me your thoughts about the situation.