Don’t let her stick it to your heart so hard. ♪
Actions Speak Louder Than WordsRachel Berry steps out into the winter night pausing to take in all the lights of the city. She’s just done her first Broadway performance and she feels like all the hard work has finally paid off.Actions Speak Louder Than Words by =Before-I-Sleep
She’s taken a bit too long at finishing up with the cast and all of her friends have gone home. Or so she assumes until she hears a faint clearing of a throat.
Her attention is brought to the side of the doorway where stands none other than Quinn Fabray, “Quinn!?”
"Rachel," the blonde smiles, "Lets go home."
Rachel knows that smile is so much more then it seems. She doesn’t need anymore then this. Quinn came to her first Broadway play. Quinn Fabray who always believed in her. This woman who now held her heart. They were enemies, then friends, they lost each other and then they found each other.
She doesn’t need Quinn to rave about how great she was or how proud of her she is. No, she already knows. She knew long before this night. That Quinn girl was alway
Proud of YouRachel excitedly blurts into the phone that she's gotten the role of Fanny Brice.Proud of You by =Before-I-Sleep
Quinn smiles with pride.
"See didn't I tell you, you were meant for so much more? I always believed in you Rach," Quinn smirks into the phone.
Rachel ducks her head and blushes, biting her lip, "Yeah. You'll have to promise me you'll be there opening night."
Quinn's breath catches followed by the biggest smile in the world beaming into the phone, "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
AlwaysIt was impossibly late and yet Rachel could still hear Santana and Kurt and who knows who else celebrating in the living room over their first sold out performance.Always by =Before-I-Sleep
She really had wanted to celebrate with them, but there was something off, she needed to be alone. She needed sleep and yet, sleep would not, could not come for her.
She’d promised herself she wouldn’t cry anymore. Where crying came so easily to her had now become the impossible. She hadn’t cried since she had come back from McKinley for the funeral.
The constant emptiness, the dulling sorrow, the moving on of life. The music to her ears had disappeared. Who was she again? Where was she going?
And then she heard it, that voice, the only other one that could possibly fill her world with music again. The only person that could heal her and fill that lonely emptiness in her wounded heart.
Rolling onto her side, squeezing her eyes shut, pushing tears she didn’t know she had down her cheeks. A foreshadowi
You Should Be Singing Love Songs With MeQuinn knew that with Rachel’s career skyrocketing after her first Broadway performance tabloids were bound to pop up on the diva. All they were were falsities, but even still it didn’t make it any easier for Quinn. Especially when one morning she found one magazine cover spouting an article that just had to be false, that Rachel was in a relationship with a fellow cast mate from her newest piece of work. Though she knew it to be a lie, the pictures of Rachel having lunch with her cast mate Sarah was just starting to get on Quinn’s nerves.You Should Be Singing Love Songs With Me by =Before-I-Sleep
She’d met Sarah, she liked Sarah. She didn’t like these tabloids that involved Sarah and Rachel, that’s for sure. To top it all off Rachel was to sing a duet with this girl, a love song! She knows its Rachel’s job and everything, but it should be her singing that duet with Rachel. So it doesn’t help much when Rachel comes home smiling going on about how great this song is going to be and how much the fan
Interesting Date"I think this was a great idea, Quinn," Rachel grin’s ear to ear as Quinn pulls her chair out for her to sit.Interesting Date by =Before-I-Sleep
Quinn smiles taking a seat across from the brunette in her own chair, “Well, I know how we’ve both been so busy with our careers these past few months. I figured it was time for us to spend some time together.”
"That’s sweet, but did we really have to come here of all places? I use to work here, Quinn."
"Believe me, I know, but how could I resist rubbing our love in Santana’s face. Plus, I really wanted to see what these uniforms looked like, maybe you can borrow one for later," Quinn wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
"Only if you wear your Cheerios uniform."
"Um, can we get this to go?"
Rachel blushes and smacks Quinn’s arm, “Quinn Fabray! Save it for the bedroom.”
"Oh, great, Ellen and Portia what do you want?"
That’s Quinn’s cue, within seconds she’s got her tongue down Rachel’s throat and a
I Heard You Died In The Middle of the NightQuinn dreams of none other then Finn Hudson before she gets the call. He just smiles at her, gives her a hug, and though she can’t hear his voice she knows what he’s saying. She wants to tell him that she doesn’t understand, what’s going on. But he just smiles and fades away.I Heard You Died In The Middle of the Night by =Before-I-Sleep
Quinn’s shaken from her dream when her phone rings, Rachel’s name flashes across her phone. Sleepily she answer’s it, a knot of dread forming in her stomach.
"Rachel? It’s the middle of the —-"
Quinn’s worried, this isn’t Rachel, “Santana? What are you doing calling me from Rachel’s phone in the middle of the night?”
She’s hears a sniffle from the other line, then a gasp. Suddenly she’s very aware of hysterical screaming in the back ground, “What’s wrong? Santana what happened?”
Santana chokes a sob, “Finn…he—he’s…”
She can’t bring herself to
Birthday PoemMany have never met you but, but know you are wonderful and dream of meeting you. We have put you on a pedestal, but know you are human. We see and hear of your kindness. You are unafraid, fierce, and fight for your truths. You are Dianna Agron a person the same as all of us and yet so different, an individual like no other. A person so vastly incredible and original that words severely lack to describe. So we do what little we can and wish you a happy birthday on a day so incredibly special.Birthday Poem by ~RequiemHeaven
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