Title: Walking With A Ghost
Author:
irisayame (Iris)
Rating: PG-13, the whole thing probably NC-17
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Word Count: Somewhere around 25000.
Summary: After Rachel dies in a car crash, she finds herself stuck on earth; Rachel becomes a ghost. When she discovers that her lifelong nemesis Quinn Fabray can see ghosts and communicate with them, she realizes Quinn is her only hope of being able to move on.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Glee is a product of Ryan Murphy's wonderful imagination, and unfortunately, not mine.
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Rachel finds herself being ignored all day long by everybody, and now she discovers that she's been excluded from an emergency Glee meeting. Of course, Rachel goes anyway, to give them all a piece of her mind.
The familiar faces of her fellow members of Glee club walked in, one by one, none of them acknowledging the presence of the breezing brunette in the corner.
Mr. Shue walked in and closed the door while 2 seats were still empty, her favorite and her least favorite team mate had yet to join them, Finn and Quinn.
Mercedes beat her to the punch, saying: “Wait, we’re not all there yet. We’re still missing Finn, Quinn and Rachel.”
“What? I’m right here, Mercedes. Look no further,” Rachel said quickly but nobody minded her. Before she could say more, Mr. Shue said to Mercedes: “I know, they’re not coming.”
He scraped his throat and that look appeared again on his face. Defeated. Lifeless. Infinitely sad. He looked at the pupils, the students, the kids from Glee club, and then finally started speaking.
“I’m afraid Finn is too upset to join us now. Quinn is with him for moral support, but he got some really bad news today. News that is going to be a blow for all of you as much as it was for Finn, or myself. It concerns Rachel.”
Rachel sat up. Nobody turned to look at her.
“There’s been… a horrible accident concerning Rachel and her fathers. A car crash. One of her dads is relatively fine, one is still lying injured in the hospital, but Rachel… she didn’t make it. She was dead the second they crashed.”
It was silent for a few short moments, before Mercedes said: “Hold on. Wait. Like, dead-dead? No hope? Rachel is dead?”
“She is,” Mr. Shue said in a soft voice.
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The next day, Rachel doesn't know what to do with herself and so she just goes to school. Once there, she is surprised by a performance of 2 very unexpected team mates.
During lunch she was planning on going to the choir room as for usual, although she didn’t know what she was going to do there now, unable to touch something.
Being dead really ruined your day.
Once there, she saw that she didn’t need to worry. Apart from Puck and Quinn, the whole Glee club was there, whispering, scared to talk too loud, it seemed. Mr. Shue walked in.
He looked sad and tired, but seemed to have pulled himself together overnight. He was carrying a radio. He put the radio down with a clap and looked at the Glee club. He sighed.
“It will probably take some time to get over this. But we can’t let it crush us, even though it’s easy to, we can’t. Last night, 2 of your friends stayed up all night and made this happen.”
He turned on the radio and on came a presenters voice.
“And the girl-”
“Rachel,” Quinn’s voice caught him off. Rachel gasped, and wasn’t the only one surprised.
“Right, Rachel. She was in your school’s Glee club?”
“She was our star,” Puck’s voice said. Rachel’s breath stuck in her throat.
“Why are they on there?! They didn’t care for her! They didn’t even like her!” Finn said, a little too loudly.
Mr. Shue stepped up. “They lost a friend just like you guys.”
Kurt agreed. “Think about it. They did this. Nobody here was always nice to her, none of us really deserve it, if you’re fair.”
The radio went on, Quinn telling about what she’d meant for Glee club with Puck filling in some blanks.
“So why are you here?”
“To pay a tribute to her. Our own, personal Jewish icon.”
“Alright, go for it guys. Here are Quinn Fabray and Noah Puckerman, with a tribute to the late Rachel Berry.”
Rachel closed her eyes, and wished she were there.
She knew somehow that it could be done, and when she opened them, she saw Puck and Quinn, Puck playing his acoustic guitar, and Quinn singing in her soft, delicate manner.
It was quite the tearjearker, the song, not that something was wrong with that of course. When Puck strummed his final chord, Quinn let out a shaky breath, seemingly emotional, Rachel detected surprised.
Quinn opened her eyes, and hazel eyes locked with chocolate brown.
Rachel gasped. Quinn wasn’t looking through her. The surprised look in the blonde’s eyes gave her away.
The radio cut to commercial and the host gave them his condolences before leaving quickly, taking full advantage of his short break, no doubt.
As Puck rose from his seat, Rachel realized that it was now or never. She had to find a way to contact Quinn.