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. ]

Comments

[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]