Title: The Day The Music Died (
Couple: Rachel/Quinn (Rachel/Finn too, kind of)
Summary: It was supposed to be the happiest day of her life.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I certainly wish I did. Damn Ryan
Murphy and his unrivaled genius.
A/N: This literally poured out of me. an_an0maly
did a quick reading of this for me. I just had to get it out. I might continue this if people want me to.
She should’ve known something wasn’t right. The feeling had been gnawing at her all day in the pit of her stomach, but she’d ignored it. Figured she was just nervous about getting married. Who wouldn’t be nervous right? She knew all of the statistics. Teen marriages almost always failed, but she and Finn, they were going to beat the odds. They had to. So, she’d pushed the feelings away.
She’d been happy.
Her phone hadn’t stopped ringing. It was actually starting to be distracting and the judge had looked annoyed with her. So, she’d gone to turn off her phone, smiling apologetically at everyone in the room. But as she’d looked at the screen, a phone number she didn’t recognized appeared and something, some force compelled her to answer the phone.
The scene played in her mind over and over again. Hearing about the accident and Quinn’s crumpled broken car. She hadn’t been able to control her screams of horror. The tears that hadn’t even bothered to burn before spilling down her cheeks. She’d just collapsed into a heap. She’d felt like she was suffocating. She couldn’t catch her breath.
That feeling still hadn’t left her.
“Hey, we should probably go.” She looked up and saw Finn standing there. The concern on his face was genuine. She felt bad for being annoyed by his presence.
“No, I...I don’t-I’m not leaving.” She wasn’t going to. Even if she had to sleep in these uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room.
Finn sat next to her and awkwardly wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Rach, staying here...you can’t. You need to go home and change. Eat something. It won’t make her wake up any faster.”
Her eyes narrowed and she glared at him. “I said I’m going to wait,” she said in a firm tone. She shrugged his arm off of her and crossed her arms. “I...I should’ve just waited and maybe...I’m waiting.” Her voice cracked and her chest felt heavy as the emotions welled inside of her again. She’d cried for hours already today and her eyes were swollen and red, but she knew she wasn’t done.
He looked like he wanted to argue, but Mrs. Fabray was walking down the hall, smiling sadly at them as she followed behind the doctor. He nodded politely and stood again. “I’m going to make sure everyone gets home. I’ll bring you clothes and you call me if you need anything?”
She nodded, waving him off and not really seeing him. Her thoughts swam round and round. All she could think of was everything she would’ve done differently that day. A part of her was ashamed that it included not marrying him. Not even thinking about it. If she’d just not been in such a hurry. She could’ve prevented this. She could’ve seen what was staring her right in the face. But she hadn’t. She hadn’t realized until she’d entered that hospital room and seen Quinn’s bruised and broken body.
She was in love with Quinn Fabray.