Pauley: This is based on a RP prompt I use a lot.
This is from Rachel's POV and is mainly just snippets.
Pairing: (Past) RachelX?
Rating: Current T
Summary: Rachel's been in a foster home all her life and Quinn has been moved into her room.

I was flopped on my bed, my headphones in, blaring Florence and the Machine at an obscene volume, drumming the beat out on my legs, my eyes closed. I was quite happy lost in my thoughts, fooling myself into thinking she wasn't gone and that she'd maybe just gone to get us some food or something.

I was rudely wrenched from my daydream by my social worker, Emma Pilsbury, tapping me on the shoulder. I jumped and pulled a headphone out, shooting her a glare.

"What?" I demanded, sitting up, my arms crossed in defiance. I spotted a girl behind her and the realisation hit me. They were going to give this girl her bed! No!

"This is Quinn... she's going to be your roommate for a while..." The girl gave a shy wave and I growled, causing Emma to take a step backwards

"No. She can't stay in here! We don't have room either!" I didn't care that to this new girl I probably sounded crazy. Emma knew what I meant.

"Rachel..." She sighed and I could see her mentally counting to ten.

"Don't Rachel me! This rooms taken and you know it!" I practically screamed at her. How could Emma be doing this to me? Trying to take her away from me, it wasn't fair!

"Rachel we have to let someone use this bed. There's no other room. You know we tried to keep here as a last resort, but there's nothing else we can do..." I clenched my fists, feeling my nails digging into my palms

"She can sleep on the fucking streets for all I care! She's not fucking sleeping in here! This bed belongs to..." I choke momentarily but quickly gather myself.
"Belongs to someone, she can't have it!" Emma sighed again.

"Rachel. Time out room. Now. You may take your picture, but nothing else." I stood, grabbing my photo from my bedside table and stormed out, hissing at the new girl as I passed her

"Touch anything and your dead!" I surpressed the smirk that fought to try and grace my face as she shivered but nodded. I headed straight to the time out room and settled down, knowing I may be there for a while. I stared at my photo and sighed, tracing her face.

"How could Emma give this kid your bed? Why would she do this to me? To you? To us?" I sigh and lay down, placing the photo next to me.
"I miss you Pug..." I chuckle, remembering her trying to strangle me the first time I'd come out with that name.
"I bet... if I could hear you, you'd be saying you missed me too... that or telling me off for being soppy... one or the other... or both..." I chuckle humourlessly, rolling onto my back, placing my hands behind my head.
"If they touch anything, I'll kill them both..."

I'm silent for a long time, my eyes closed, once again trying to trick myself into believing she isn't gone. She's not gone really anyway. She's still there for me.

It was Will that came to get me. He sat next to me and picked up my photo. He's the only one I let do that, since he was the one who...

"What did you do this time Rach?" He asks, placing the photo back down. I crack an eye open and shrug.

"Emma tried to put someone in our room." Will nodded sympathetically.

"Well Rachel, I did try to warn you that this day would come. It's just your room now. No-one in there but you, you do know that right?" I nod, even though I know she's still there really. Like I said, she's still there for me.

"So you will you at least try and be nice to this new girl? Give her a chance. From what I've heard, she needs a friend right now. And you were so good for..."

"Don't say her name!" I cut in before he says it.
"It's bad luck..." He raises an eyebrow

"How is it bad luck to say her name, Rachel?" I bite my lip, realising I'd made a mistake in stopping him and sighing

"It's just... a respect thing..." It was his turn to sigh this time. I chewed on my bottom lip gently, worrying it between my teeth.

"Rach, it's been nearly a year..."

"Fifty-one weeks and five days. One year in two days." He nodded slowly.

"Exactly. When are you going to start moving on?" I shrug and sigh.

"After... the memorial ceremony... then I'll try, okay?" I look up at him hopefully and he nods, ruffling my hair.

"Fine. We'll all help you, you do know that, right?" I nod and smile and he smiles back before standing.

"Come on then you. You missed Dinner, so you can take your meal up to your room." I grin, this was considered a special treat here, and was normally reserved for when you're sick. I hugged Will without warning, jumping up to do so, before grabbing my picture and practically running into the kitchen to get my food.