Silver Lining [1/7.5]
Title: Silver Lining
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn, mentions of past Rachel/Finn
Rating: PG-13 for angst, depression, more angst, and just general unhappiness
Length: ~401/~9,354
Author's Note #1: From the glee_angst_meme. I read a prompt on there and I thought "No, I can't do this. It's just too depressing." But it wouldn't leave my head. So I decided to write it. It's filled with angst and depression and sadness. So if you're easily upset I would suggest not continuing. Seriously.
Prompt/Summary: Rachel is really sick, maybe cancer. Quinn somehow finds out and wants to be around for Rachel. Rachel is pretty much angry with the world and the last person she wants around through this is Quinn. Things start to change, they start spending time together and develop a friendship...then turns out to be more.
Author's Note #2: I think part of the reason this kept poking my brain is because it reminds me of A Walk to Remember which is one of my favorite books/movies. Also, I've tried to make this as medically accurate as possible.
-Chapter 1-
It was just stress. It was the beginning of her senior year and she had a lot to focus on. Sectionals would be there before she knew it and she was researching college applications. She hadn’t been sleeping well because she was sore. The soreness was from the increasingly complicated choreography that Mr. Schuester was throwing at them. They were flipping and jumping and lifting. It was just taking a toll on her muscles and that was it. It also explained the sudden weight loss, she was working really hard. She probably just needed to increase her calorie intake. Except that she wasn’t that hungry.
Then…then she woke up with a massive bruise running down her ribcage and she had no idea how it got there. Every day there were more of them. Then she was in the middle of spinning around, Finn’s arm on her waist, and she couldn’t breathe. It was a simple move, she didn’t understand why it made her so tired. Then Rachel Berry collapsed.
When she woke up she was in a bed that wasn’t her own. It was inclined a little bit and there were beeping noises and her arm hurt. She looked around to see her Dad in a recliner and her Daddy staring out the window. She looked down to see a plastic tube sticking out of her arm, there was air shooting up her nose, and there were wires sticking out of the stiff white gown. She listened to the steady rhythm of the beeping heart monitor.
“Dad? Daddy?” Rachel asked softly.
Her Daddy looked up from the window and was at her bedside in less than a second. He smiled and patted the top of her head.
“Hey baby girl,” he said. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired.”
“Rachel, why didn’t you tell us you were feeling well?” her Dad asked.
“It’s just stress. I could probably use a day off, that's all. Mr. Schuester keeps thinking we can do better than Vocal Adrenaline at regionals with choreography, I keep telling him he's crazy. As soon as I'm feeling better I'll tell him to lay off. We shouldn't be worried about them right now anyways, sectionals is the immediate goal.”
Her dads looked at each other and her Daddy picked up her hand and kissed it.
“Honey,” her Daddy said. There were tears in his eyes. “We have to tell you something.”
Chapter 2
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn, mentions of past Rachel/Finn
Rating: PG-13 for angst, depression, more angst, and just general unhappiness
Length: ~401/~9,354
Author's Note #1: From the glee_angst_meme. I read a prompt on there and I thought "No, I can't do this. It's just too depressing." But it wouldn't leave my head. So I decided to write it. It's filled with angst and depression and sadness. So if you're easily upset I would suggest not continuing. Seriously.
Prompt/Summary: Rachel is really sick, maybe cancer. Quinn somehow finds out and wants to be around for Rachel. Rachel is pretty much angry with the world and the last person she wants around through this is Quinn. Things start to change, they start spending time together and develop a friendship...then turns out to be more.
Author's Note #2: I think part of the reason this kept poking my brain is because it reminds me of A Walk to Remember which is one of my favorite books/movies. Also, I've tried to make this as medically accurate as possible.
-Chapter 1-
It was just stress. It was the beginning of her senior year and she had a lot to focus on. Sectionals would be there before she knew it and she was researching college applications. She hadn’t been sleeping well because she was sore. The soreness was from the increasingly complicated choreography that Mr. Schuester was throwing at them. They were flipping and jumping and lifting. It was just taking a toll on her muscles and that was it. It also explained the sudden weight loss, she was working really hard. She probably just needed to increase her calorie intake. Except that she wasn’t that hungry.
Then…then she woke up with a massive bruise running down her ribcage and she had no idea how it got there. Every day there were more of them. Then she was in the middle of spinning around, Finn’s arm on her waist, and she couldn’t breathe. It was a simple move, she didn’t understand why it made her so tired. Then Rachel Berry collapsed.
When she woke up she was in a bed that wasn’t her own. It was inclined a little bit and there were beeping noises and her arm hurt. She looked around to see her Dad in a recliner and her Daddy staring out the window. She looked down to see a plastic tube sticking out of her arm, there was air shooting up her nose, and there were wires sticking out of the stiff white gown. She listened to the steady rhythm of the beeping heart monitor.
“Dad? Daddy?” Rachel asked softly.
Her Daddy looked up from the window and was at her bedside in less than a second. He smiled and patted the top of her head.
“Hey baby girl,” he said. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired.”
“Rachel, why didn’t you tell us you were feeling well?” her Dad asked.
“It’s just stress. I could probably use a day off, that's all. Mr. Schuester keeps thinking we can do better than Vocal Adrenaline at regionals with choreography, I keep telling him he's crazy. As soon as I'm feeling better I'll tell him to lay off. We shouldn't be worried about them right now anyways, sectionals is the immediate goal.”
Her dads looked at each other and her Daddy picked up her hand and kissed it.
“Honey,” her Daddy said. There were tears in his eyes. “We have to tell you something.”
Chapter 2