Cuts And Pieces; A Faberry Fanfiction

Feelings

She felt it again, walking around the hospital once more. That burning sensation that told her she was alive, that Rachel was alive. It made Quinn's heart glow, and it lit up a peaceful smile on her face. With every step she took, she could feel Rachel, everything she'd done and everything she would do. Tears had been puddling in the blonde's eyes every day since doctor Green had told her about the brunette, and visiting her started bringing less pain and more hope. Hope for a future for Rachel, but also with Rachel.

Baking cookies the day before Christmas, because Rachel likes to have everything planned out neatly, and well... Quinn likes to sneak away a cookie before everyone else.

Visiting Rachel in New York (because she's definitely going there, there isn't a single doubt about it in Quinn's mind) whenever she can catch a break at Columbia... or even Yale maybe, if she gets absolutely lucky.

The cheerleader even had a plan to buy Rachel train tickets to the city she would move to someday... because somehow the thought of losing touch with Rachel made Quinn sick to her stomach. Don't tell anyone.

As much as Quinn Fabray would've liked to deny it, and trust me, she would've absolutely LOVED to, Rachel was on her mind most of the days in her life.

Quinn sat down on a couch at the opposite side of the hospital from where Rachel was, and a small smile creeped up on her face again. The stupid thing is... Quinn wouldn't change it for a thing.

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"Miss, you know those kind of flowers die in hardly a week, right?"

Quinn giggled, laying the small but elegant bouquet down next to Rachel's stomach on the bed, giving them one last look before her gaze shifted to the brunette.

"Yes. They're my favourites, and... they mean a lot to me."

The soft feeling of doctor Green's hand on her shoulder comforted her. Rachel layed there, still looking as perfect as she did yesterday, and Quinn allowed herself to let a single tear stream down her cheek. It tasted salty in her mouth but it reminded her of the reality she was living in.

"She'll adore the gardenia's, Quinn."

Quinn pressed her lips together and looked up at the tall man.

"I hope so."

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Quinn's seventh but probably not last walk around the hospital came to an abrupt stop when she spotted a familiar head of hair in the waiting room. Sitting there was Finn Hudson, tears that were threatening to spill any moment puddling in his soft eyes. Quinn sighed to herself, even though she hates that... thing... Rachel loves him. Ugh, love. Quinn tried to get the though of a potential finchel reunion out of her head as she sprinted passed the windows of the room. Too late, though.

"Q-Quinn? Quinn!" A startled Finn shouted across the hall.

The blonde stopped in her tracks, silently cursing herself for not training her legs more this week. Slowly, she made her way to the brown haired boy, who was waiting not so patiently for her in his chair. A hand landed in her hair on impulse as she greeted him with a barely audible "Hello".

"Is there any news? I heard no one except you had visited. Which surprised me of course, I mean, you hate her with a passion." Finn chuckled dryly.

Quinn felt her blood boiling at the statement. 'why are you even bothered by this, Fabray? He's obviously right, you haven't ever given a damn about Rachel.'

A humorless laugh escaped Quinn and she raised a single eyebrow.

"Hah, yeah. I'm surprised too. No offense though, Finnocense, but what in God's name are you doing here? I'm pretty sure you two aren't on speaking terms."

Finn smirked that awful smirk again, bringing a cringe out of Quinn. Memories, not very great ones...

"Maybe so. But I love her, and I know with every fiber of my being that she loves me too."

It hit her like a brick, and she didn't even know why it hurt like that, but she forced a smile. After all, Finn was right. Rachel loves Finn. They're meant to be, no one could ever change that. Right?

"Keep your pathetic love declarations to yourself, Hudson. You can't visit her now but I'll let you know when you can."

Finn left as soon as he could after noticing Quinn's obvious discomfort, and the blonde blew out a breath before sinking into the still warm chair. Rachel was still a mystery to her, she made her feel things that she'd never felt before.

No. Of course not.

She got up from the chair as soon as she sat into it and left for home. If there was one thing that Quinn remembered from her horrific childhood, it were her father's long preaches about how the homosexuals were ruining civilization. Before it all got blurry, the blonde collapsed on her bed, and Rachel's beautiful smile was the last thing she saw, and a soft smile graced her face her all the way through her sleep.