if it be your will ; that my voice be true. (closed)

[skysplits]

Who: Finn Hudson, Quinn Fabray.
When: 29/2, afternoon.
Where: Their home!
Summary: Rachel is dead, Quinn postpones handling her crisis and focuses on comfort.
Warnings: talk of character death.



[ Rachel was gone.

And Quinn Fabray threw up three times since she heard, cried 'till her voice felt hoarse and pained.

She showered, she dressed, and Rachel was gone. They barely spoke since she arrived, and Rachel was gone, and it cut something in Quinn that she knew that will last forever.

She couldn't be alone and more importantly, right now, Finn couldn't either.

After getting his text she went to his room and knocked, once. ]

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[thequarterback]

[Finn hasn't really left his room since he got back from Kurt's. He's still not really sure he believes that Rachel's dead. She can't be dead. It was just the other day when he saw her last. Why had it been days? He should have been spending every day with her, instead of wallowing in his own misery, which seemed even more stupid and trivial now.

Kurt's wrong. He has to be] It's open.

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[ She entered, lingering in the doorway as she watched him, debating what to say and how. Eventually, she settled for not saying a thing, just walking over and sitting next to him, leaning a bit on his arm. ]

[thequarterback]

[Finn watches her as she approaches him, waiting for her to say something, expecting her to, though he's glad when she doesn't]

I guess Kurt told you?

[skysplits]

[ A small shiver runs through her. How is she supposed to help Finn? How are they're supposed to deal with all of this? God, they're all just kids. College applications and football scholarships, popularity and nose jobs she can do but this? ]

Yeah.

[thequarterback]

[Finn looks down at his hands, though he's not really focused on much of anything. He told Rachel that he'd take care of her and that nothing would happen to her, and she got killed. She didn't just die, no, something out in the Darkness killed her.

He told Quinn the same thing. He said that he wouldn't let anything happen to her. Is he just going to end up failing her too?] I don't know what to do, Quinn.

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[ She leans on his shoulder, tears falling on his shirt as her shoulders shake, not a violent movement, but a small, unintentional one. ]

I don't know, either. I don't think any of us know.

[thequarterback]

I've never lost anyone close to me before. [He wants to cry, he's actually a little envious of Quinn, but he's done. He'd been crying since Kurt's. There's just nothing left right now] Not really. I didn't even know my dad before he died.

[Finn twists a little to face Quinn and wraps his arms around her shoulders] Kurt said she'll come back. [His tone says he's not sure he believes it] Didi told me that people sometimes come back to life here. [A pause as he lightly rubs her back] What if she doesn't, though?

[skysplits]

She will, she has to. She's sixteen, she has to go to Broadway to make her stupid dreams come true and play that green girl in Wicked or something. She has to.

[thequarterback]

[He tightens his arms around her as she speaks, as though letting go of her would mean losing her too] But what if she doesn't?

[skysplits]

We have to believe. Finn, we have to. If he said so he knows so.

[thequarterback]

But even Death told me that people come back sometimes. I asked her about people coming back to life here, after Kurt told me. She said that people come back sometimes. [He just doesn't want to get his hopes up, in case Rachel really is gone]

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I - I don't know.

[ It's honest and lost and she sobs in his arms. ]

I'm scared.

[thequarterback]

[Be there for Quinn. Comfort Quinn. It's okay. He can do this. It gives him something else to focus on, even if her pain is centered around the very issue that makes him feel like a very important, significant piece of him died] I know. But it'll be okay Quinn. Um, eventually, it'll be okay. [It'll never be okay. He can't speak for Quinn, but he knows that he'll never be okay]

[skysplits]

[ And though he isn't fooling her, Quinn tries to relax, tries to affirm this even though it's wrong, it's so so wrong. So she nods, breathing slowing to a normal pace as she falls silent again, pressed against his shoulder. ]

[thequarterback]

[Finn doesn't even know how to deal with the things that he's feeling right now. So dealing with Quinn seems... easier? Helping her is something he feels confident that he can do, at least to a certain degree. He likes to think he did alright when she was pregnant, after all] She's still back home. Everything's fine for her there. I mean, I've kinda already been through all of that and everything. [He's not actually sure how it works though, with death in the Port and... the person back home. Do they just... go back there? Or what? Does something happen to them back there too? No, he doesn't want to think about that possibility]

[skysplits]

That's good.

[ she attempts a smile and nudges him. ]

My make up is smeared all over your shirt.

[thequarterback]

[Finn looks down at his shirt, and actually manages a small grin. It's not much, but it's something] Probably needed to wash it anyway.

[skysplits]

Sorry.

...About everything. I'm sorry I haven't been speaking to you.

[ she is still so scared and hysteric over the Lucy matter, but it looks so unimportant now. So an apology it is. ]

[thequarterback]

[Finn shakes his head, the small grin melting away]

It's fine, Quinn. I guess I probably shouldn't've brought it up.

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[ She shrugs and leans on his shoulder. ]

It's ok.

[thequarterback]

No Quinn, it's not. I shouldn't have brought it up because, well, I saw how much it hurt you the first time around.

[skysplits]

It's just...not something I'm proud of.

[thequarterback]

Wait, which part? [He pauses then shakes his head] Listen, we know about Lucy and we still love you Quinn. It doesn't change who you are.

Rachel's dead, Quinn and it just-- I don't want you mad at me anymore for something that ends up not even mattering that much.

[skysplits]

I'm not mad at you, Finn, really.

[thequarterback]

Then why did you stop talking to me?

[skysplits]

I was upset. I mean...you knowing that. It was something I never thought anyone will find out, you know?

[thequarterback]

It's high school, Quinn. People always seem to find out things we don't want them to know and stuff.

[skysplits]

...Yeah.

[ A small sigh. ]

[thequarterback]

People at school-- Look, they might not fear you like they used to ever since the Lucy thing, but they respect you a lot more now.

[Focusing on Quinn's problems was much easier than focusing on his own]

[skysplits]

[ She's anything but convinced but she smiles anyway. ]

Thanks.

[thequarterback]

They see you as someone who, I don't know, rose above it all or something.

[skysplits]

I didn't really rose above anything. I just deleted all memory of her. Not enough, clearly.

[thequarterback]

Yeah well I don't think they really see it that way. It doesn't matter anyway. Just know that it works out for you, okay?

[skysplits]

..Ok.

[ She doesn't believe you, Finn, but she'll go with it. ]

[thequarterback]

[Finn tugs Quinn closer to hug her again, resting his head against hers and closing his eyes] I miss her, Quinn.

[skysplits]

I know.

[ She tightens her hold on him, entwining their fingers. She really hopes this messed up world will bring Rachel back soon. ]

[thequarterback]

[Quinn was crying on his shoulder earlier? Well, it's Finn's turn it do it now] I told her not to go out at night alone, Quinn. But she-- And, and now...

[skysplits]

[ She holds him, keeping her tears to herself because one of them has to be strong and Finn did it for her so many times already. ]

We have to believe. She'll come back.

[thequarterback]

[Finn turns toward her, arms around her shoulders, holding her tightly]

Maybe she will, but right now, she's dead. She's dead and there might have been something I could've done to stop it.

[skysplits]

We don't get anything here, Finn, I -

[ she sighs and just leans on him, knowing better than to try to explain or to reason. There is no place for it now. ]

[thequarterback]

She died alone, Quinn. I could have at least been there with her. But she died alone and I feel like it's my fault.

[No, this is definitely no place for reason. It's not entirely likely to get through to him anyway]

[skysplits]

But it isn't, Finn -

[ she shifts to look at him. ]

It isn't.

[thequarterback]

[He shakes his head] No, listen, if I wasn't so caught up in my own bullshit from back home, that I can do nothing about here, then I... she... [Finn moves away from her, looking down at his hands]