~ The Unlikely
The First Passage ~

K.L

Disclaimer: Glee and characters belong to R. Murphy, B. Falchuk, I. Brennan and in part Fox Broadcasting

A/N: Don't expect much - I'm struggling to find my words.

The room was dark - seemingly lifeless. Canary yellow walls appear to be a dull gray, and the normal song that echoed from the heart of the room lay silent. No clock ticked, no crickets chirped, and no leaves rustled.

However, at exactly three thirty-six a gentle song broke the silence, causing the bed to stir.

A hand snuck out from the monstrosity of blankets pilled atop the bed to gently smack the offending sound, "Ughh… not now Barbra… Tony… accepting…"

Nevertheless the song continued to play, the small light upon the object's screen flashing on and off.

"Barbra I said not now!" Growled the figure, emerging from the cocoon of blankets. Snatching the offending object from its resting spot upon the night stand the young woman readied herself to hurtle said object across the room. The open window looked to be an ideal target.

Before she could send the sleep offending object hurtling to its doom, realisation dawned wiping away any remaining groggy features and leaving only wide eyes.

Down came the phone, flipping it open in the process, "…"

"R-r-rachel?"

Whatever profanities the diva had wanted to shout – no matter how much she wanted to scream at the unknown caller – it died the moment that voice spoke. It was so weak; so broken.

"Rachel, please, I'm so sorry." The other girl was panicking, no doubt pacing madly back and forth, tears streaming from her eyes, "I know how strict you are a-about your eight hours of rest but I… I… I didn't know who else to call."

Without a second thought Rachel threw back the covers, making her way to her closet to grab more appropriate clothing, "Where are you?"

It took exactly seven minutes flat to change, write her daddys' a quick note, jump in the car with a thermos of tea, and drive all the way across town. Normally this would have taken somewhere near the fifteen to twenty minute mark, so seven was by and large a record that should in all honestly be entered into the Guinness book of World Records.

Rachel cut the engine, grabbing the bag from the passenger side before slipping out of the car. The park was abnormally dark – the moon having been masked by the clouds that littered the sky.

Readjusting the bag strap over her shoulder, Rachel gulped. This better not be just some prank – get Man Hands out of her house so they could ambush her in the dead of the night.

"No," Locks of hair swished back and forth as the diva shook her head. She wouldn't do that to me. She wouldn't. She wouldn't. It was a mantra Rachel echoed through her thoughts as she made her way toward the path.

If someone had told her several months prior that this is where she would be, she would have laughed. But that was months ago. Things change.

As the path rounded a thick cluster of trees, Rachel felt the air leave her lungs. There, half a dozen yards ahead, paced the most beautiful woman. No moonlight was need to illuminate her as she seemed to radiate a light all her own. The blonde hair was like a halo and the white summer dress her robe.

Rachel could have watched in awe until the sun rose, but a sudden movement to her right caused her to squeak. Across the fallen leaves skittered a squirrel, some unknown object held tightly in its mouth.

The squeak caused the pacing blonde to cess mid stride, twirling in alarm toward the sound.

Feeling like she had just broken some sacred truce, Rachel winced, shutting her eyes tightly. Though no matter how hard she tried she couldn't shake the hazel gaze she knew to be upon her.

"Quinn, I'm truly sorry, that squirrel he just.."

"You came," Rachel had to strain but she heard it.

"Of course I came Quinn. We're team members – and though it is the summer months and Glee is not currently competing it is vital that all our members be in tip top shape. After all we still have mandatory Tuesday/Thursday rehearsals courtesy of-"

Quinn's voice cracked, "Rachel! Please just shut up!"

There was another squeak, and chocolate eyes found sudden interest in ground below their owner's feet.

"Ughh…" Thumb rubbing at her temple, Quinn let out a long sigh before quickly closing the gape between them, "I… I didn't mean it like that Rachel," Slender arms wrapped about the brunette, cradling her in close, "Generally I find your incessant rambling rather endearing but just…" Quinn choked, "I just… I can't. Not now."

It was Rachel's turn to provide comfort, "I'm sorry Quinn," Her arms rose up and around the back of the blonde's neck, effectively pulling her closer, "I didn't mean to upset you any further."

For what felt like an eternity they remained in an embrace, the only sound resonating from the muffled sobs of the blonde.

In an attempt to sooth the broken girl, Rachel drew gentle circles upon her back and only when her sobs became faint hiccups did she dare speak. "Quinn did someone hurt you? Should I be rounding up Santana and Puck? Do-" The girl within her arms giggled softly.

"No one hurt me Rachel," Against Rachel's wishes, Quinn pulled back. It wasn't too far; just far enough for their gazes to meet, "No need to call in the troops," And as she spoke that she winked.

The audacity! Here she was out of bed at whatever ungodly hour it currently was with a girl in her arms who was just seconds ago sobbing as if her dog had died, and when confronted and a remedy to the solution provided (whatever that problem may be) she had the audacity to giggle, wink, AND mock her! All at once!

Rachel drew back completely from the embrace, leaving behind a somewhat confused Quinn, "Mmph, well if that's the case than I suppose I'm not needed here," Her stubborn side was getting the better of her, and she knew it. Right now she should be comforting Quinn not letting her pride get the better of her. Old habits die hard.

"That's not…" Hazel eyes dipped down, blonde hair sheltering whatever expression it was she bore, "Please…" Timidly her hand reached for Rachel's sleeve, clinging to it as a child did to her mother's dress.

She was biting back tears, Rachel could hear it in the few words she had spoke, "Shhh," Before she could even think, Rachel found her arm encompassing Quinn once again, "I won't leave you."

Quinn clung to the front of Rachel's shirt, burrowing her nose into the crook of the other girl's neck before croaking out, "Promise?"

"I promise you Quinn. I'll never leave you."