The Graveyard

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Becca walked silently along the sidewalk with her hands in the pockets of her shorts. The brunette kicked small stones out of her path as she walked. When she came to the huge black gates, Becca paused and took a breath before pushing open the gate. It closed behind her with a loud clang as she walked through the familiar graveyard alone. She visited as often as possible with glee and homework and makin sure her sister was fine.

Becca diverted from the path and into the grass, toward the two light gray headstones standing together. She sat between them and faced them. "Hey mom. Hey Louis." She smiled. "First of all, mom, happy birthday." She carried on as if her mom were able to respond. "I'm sure Jade will come and see you at some point today. She had Cheerio's practise this morning, though, and her coach is a dragon." Becca laughed quietly. While she was talking, the brunette arranged the bunches of flowers she had brought into the two small vases on each grave.

The brunette sat, cross-legged, with a hand placed over her stomach. "Guys, I have a little news. Dad went completely insane on me but I didn't expect him to understand--he changed since you died, mom." Becca felt the tears building in her eyes and laughed quietly as if she knew what Louis would say if he could. "Yeah, and you, Louis." Becca wipe away a tear and carried on. "And Jade--Jade's been amazing. She really is her mother's daughter. Since you guys died, we've been helping each other. But lately, she's been supporting me so much. I'm not much help to her at the moment. Which leads me back to my news." Becca smiled down at her lap then back up to the graves in front of her. "I'm pregnant. Please don't be disappointed in me, mom. I love Noah, it wasn't just a stupid one-night thing. I love him." Becca smiled at the memory of Puck's reaction.

Becca sat in silence for a few moments until she remembered that she wasn't gonna get a reply. Becca thought of their glee assignment for this week. "Oh, you guys, Mr Schue set us a task to write a song by Monday. I wanted to run my final piece by you." Becca, having not brought her guitar, sung the original song a capella.

"I wouldn't wanna be anybody else,

You made me insecure,
Told me I wasn't good enough,
But who are you to judge?
When you're a diamond in the rough.
I'm sure you got some things,
You'd like to change about yourself,
But when it comes to me,
I wouldn't wanna be anybody else.

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na,
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na,

I'm no beauty queen,
I'm just beautiful me,

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na,
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na,

You've got every right,
To a beautiful life,
Come on!

Who says,
who says you're not perfect?
Who says you're not worth it?
Who says you're the only one that's hurting?
Trust me,
that's the price of beauty,
Who says you're not pretty?
Who says you're not beautiful,
Who says?"

Jade wiped the sweat off of her forehead with the back of her free hand. She thought Coach Sylvester was trying to break her or something. She was at the bottom of every lift, and although the girls weighed practically nothing, Jade wasn't exactly the muscles of the squad.

Jade ran along the pavement, the box she was carrying under her arm rattling, until she reached the familliar tall dark gates. Jade immediately heard the voice of her sister singing. She smiled, Becca had sung that song all over the house for the past week. Not wanting to disturb her twin, Jade opened the gate slowly and carefully, praying they wouldn't creak, and slipped in noiselessly.

After tiptoeing her way over to her mother and brother's grave, Jade listened to Becca's song, watching her with a proud smile. Whenever she was done, she put the box on the ground and started clapping. Jade sat down beside her and put an arm round her beloved sister's shoulders, "I'm sure they really loved that." She said, her voice as quiet as it had ever been. She was always quiet in the grave yard, ever since she was a little girl as she never wanted to wake up any of the sleeping people.

Becca didn't hear Jade's approach but smiled and leaned into her sister as she spoke. "Thank you Jade. For everything. I don't say it enough." The brunette wrapped an arm around Jade's waist. Her free hand slipped to her stomach. "We're going to be okay, right? I mean, with dad.. being how he is.."

Becca doubted that everything would be okay but as long as the twins would be okay, Becca could deal with the rest. As long as Jade, Puck and baby were okay, Becca would be perfectly fine.

Jade rested her head on her sisters shoulder, "You don't need to thank me, I know you'd do same for me. Becca, you do do the same for me, you look after me every bit as much as I look after you, so thanks." She smiled and sighed, admiring the flowers on the grave.

Jade thought about that, about their Dad, he was affected the most by Mom and Louis death. Maybe because he had no one to fall back on, Becca and and Jade had each other, that was why they were still... "Strong. We're strong Becca, I know we're going to be okay. We're all," She paused and looked down at her sisters stomach, "going to be okay. As for Dad.." Jade trailed off. "He's got us but I think he needs more, he's lonely." She sighed, finally accepting her Dad's feelings.