Day Dream, english translation

Chapter 18 : Sisters...

Pov Rachel

I was stuck in front of the vision I had. A young woman, who strongly resembled Quinn, stood in front of my girlfriend's table, fists on her hips and hazel eyes staring at my blonde, she had the same Fabray look as Quinn. The latter seemed to avoid the look of the young woman and murmured the red cheeks:

Quinn: Hi Frannie, it's been a long time ...

Ah that's it it comes back to me! Frannie, Quinn's older sister, captain of the cheerleaders before my girlfriend, she left McKinley a year before her sister returned. According to Quinn, they hadn't spoken since she left the family cocoon. Quinn did not tell me much about her, surely so as not to reopen the wounds that had formed at the start of her elder daughter. The whole class remained silent before this interruption. Frannie grabbed Quinn's arm tightly and was about to take her away, but was interrupted by Santana.

Santana: Good Q, I'll leave you with your sister but we talk about Rachel as soon as she releases you.

Elder Fabray clapped his hands.

Frannie: Ah yes! Rachel Berry must come too! I borrow them from you Mr. Schuester, we need to have a family discussion, and Miss Berry is also concerned.

Rachel: But it's a kidnapping ! I refuse to follow someone I don't trust I don't know where!

I got up and pulled Quinn toward me. The other blonde rolled her eyes.

Frannie: It's okay, I'm his family.

Rachel: Yes, but in view of recent events, I would trust strangers more than his family !

Quinn: No, Rach! Frannie doesn't know!

Frannie: If you don't mind Quinn, the three of us will continue this discussion. I will excuse their absences!

Pov Quinn

So, if I had to recap my first day in high school as a survivor and a person who had attempted suicide, I would say completely crazy. First, the looks that were thrown at me because I was "Quinn Fabray, the girl who threw herself from a roof", then the pseudo marriage proposal of Rach and finally, my girlfriend and I had been kidnapped by my older sister whom I had not seen for three years. Suffice to say that for someone who leaves the hospital, that much! Rachel and I fastened our belts to the back of Frannie's gray Chevrolet Camaro. Our fingers intertwined on the middle seat made of black leather. My sister readjusted her rearview mirror before starting the vehicle.

Frannie: Rachel, right ?

Rachel: Yes that's it. What can I do for you ?

Frannie: Oh please, tell me, it's shame if my sister's girlfriend sees me, it makes me feel old.

Rachel: Okay, what do you want ?

Frannie: Can I have your address to put it on my GPS ?

Rachel: But why ?

Frannie: Well to go home of course !

Rachel: I got that. But why ?

Frannie: We have to go talk somewhere and it will surprise me that my sister can take a step in our living room, considering what happened there.

I smile shyly at this remark. She was paying attention to me, and was not wrong, that there was trauma. I did not know if I could walk again in this living room without there being flashes of what had happened that evening. Rachel gave him the address before approaching me so that our forearms were glued and whispered in my ear: