Cuts And Pieces; A Faberry Fanfiction

Northern Downpour

People would always tell me that the worst pain i'd ever feel would be the birth of my first child. They told me no pain would ever compare to the horrible pain of pushing out an eight-pound baby boy or girl. I've had my fair share of pain in that situation, and yeah, it hurt like hell. They also told me that the aftermath would be so wonderful. I would get to hold my own child, my own flesh and blood, and I would get to raise a child and see his or her life blossom right in front of my eyes.

But in that painstaking moment, Quinn knew that this pain was so, so much worse. This was a different kind of pain, a pain that would bruise her soul forever. It might not have been physical pain for the blonde, but did that really matter?

The feeling of Rachel's small, bloodstained hands clasping the back of her shirt tightly made Quinn's breath hitch. An empty line replaced her usual stone hard smile, while the head cheerleader tightened her arms around the diva. She knew she wasn't delusional when a melancholic sob filled her ears like a puddle of rain on the street. The sound kept replaying in the blonde's ear, no stop to be seen or heard of.

Quinn had never seen Rachel like this. The girl was always so obnoxiously enthusiastic about everything that seemed to occur in her life, the possibility of even a sprinkle of sadness in that girl's body seemed impossible to her. But maybe, just maybe, she was wrong all along.

I mean, who was Quinn to speak anyway?

She had been MIA from the brunette's life from the start of their shared high school careers, well, except from the occasional slushee attacks that she had sometimes walked in on. The truth is, if it were up to Quinn, Rachel wouldn't be the social piranha that she is known for in this damned school. If it were up to Quinn, Rachel would just be Rachel Berry, another faceless girl from McKinley High School, a talented, bright starlet, destined for the broadway stage, a gorgeous brunette, with a little too large of a nose. But God knows this life had other plans for her, if that first day of high school said enough.

I didn't expect much to happen, it was just another high school, right? As I ran my hand through my newly dyed hair I felt a weird twist in my stomach, like fate was trying to tell me something.

"Quinnie! Your father and I want to say goodbye to you before you leave!"

I slowly put on my cardigan and headed downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs were both of my parents, patiently waiting for their- newly transformed- second daughter, a scotch on the rocks planted in both of their hands. Wait, it's only 7 AM, right?
My father came up to me with a smile on his face. I still can't seem to figure out if it was an honest one or a fake one, i could never know with him.
A kiss was planted on my forehead, I swallowed slowly as he bent down to look at me, hoping to finally see the daughter he had wanted ever since Judy had come up to him with that pregnancy test, a smile glowing on his younger wife's face.

Quinn laughed to herself, of course he didn't see that. All he saw was a sixteen-year-old girl, desperate to be loved and validated for the first time in her life.

"You have a good first day, Quinn. I love you."

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Our red sports car came to a stop in front of a middle size building, a sign planted up front saying 'McKinley High School'. As I turned my head to my mother, I was met with an encouraging smile. My eyebrow raised easily as my mother laughed heartily at me.

"Don't be so nervous, baby. I know you teenagers always make such a big deal out of high school, but honestly, it is just a rite of passage. Make sure to be kind to everyone and you'll survive easily."

She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, obviously cautious that I wouldn't smell the alcohol that was already lingering on her breath. I took a deep breath and opened the car door, with one foot out I looked back at my mom once again.

"Have a nice day, Quinnie."

I managed to give her half a smile and closed the car door. The car drove off, the more miles it drove away, the more i realized that there was no going back now.

My hand was like a magnet to the strap of my backpack, i squeezed it tightly and walked up to the school that would plague me for the rest of my appalling high school career.

Nothing really happened for the rest of that day. The classes seemed normal, the teachers seemed kind, and hell, even most of the students seemed to be a tit-bit polite.

As i was on my way outside, happy to be done with classes at a seemingly normal school this year, i heard it.

A small scream, i'm not a hundred percent sure you could call it a scream, but it was definitely a cry for help. I dared myself to look behind, but I had wished I never had.

Standing there was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my entire life. A little short girl, with eyes shining as bright as sun shining on ocean water, a chocolate brown color filling up the space perfectly. Long, coconut brown hair cascaded down the girl's shoulder, giving Quinn's eyes the most perfect view. The only problem was, a blue kind of syrup was dripping down her entire body. Boys (that seemed more like Neanderthals to her) were high fiving each other with grins on their faces, like horribly embarrassing an innocent girl on her first day of high school was a real accomplishment to be proud of.

Quinn felt the immediate urge to go up to the hurt brunette and plant her arms safely around her, tell her that she would be safe, and never let her go. Ever.
But mostly, she just wanted to kick every one of those so-called 'football players' right in the nads.

Quinn's sharp gaze was still settled on the girl, now shaking but still rooted to her spot. When one of those damn cowardly guys noticed Quinn's mad eyes, he was in front of her in the blink of an eye. She felt even more helpless than usual under him, the blonde's insecurities shining through for the world to see.

"Well, pretty blonde, are you going to help that loser over there, or are you with us?"

Of course Quinn knew that if she chose to help Rachel, she would've had an amazing and unforgettable high school experience. Being best friends, or maybe even something more, with the girl of her dreams and getting to actually share her life with the brunette would've made her dream of being loved and validated finally come true.

But life wouldn't ever be that easy for Lucy Quinn Fabray, so she decided to take the easy route out and become a coward herself.

"No. I'm with you guys."

Quinn realized that she didn't use the piece of advice that her mother gave her when she dropped her off, but Quinn couldn't help but feel safe knowing that from now on it would be a little easier for her. They say loving is easy, but is it still easy when it could make your life so much harder?

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Quinn flinched at the memory. That same exact girl was now in her arms, vulnerable as ever, and it would all be up to Quinn what would happen to her. Instead of pushing her away, like her daily routine forced her to keep doing for ages, she tightened her grip on the girl and softly whispered in her ear,

"You'll never have to be alone anymore."