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He panics.
She rubs her hand across the front of his jeans and
whispers something about helping him out if he
returns the favor and he panics.
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“Rachel.”
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The fingers that slip inside her feel a bit small and
delicate for a guy, but Puck’s thing is the only other
thing that has ever been inside her, so maybe that’s
normal. When those fingers curl in time with a
particularly hard suck on her clit, Quinn’s hips arch
and she feels the first stirrings of white heat flaring
low in her belly.
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Mine.
Her next thoughts were when she was in the bar with
the club. Mr Schue was meeting with Shelby to catch
up and Puck had talked them into going to the bar.
Rachel remembered having a drink. Another drink.
Then Santana and Brittany had come out of their
room and talked her and Quinn into having shots.
Quinn made sure Puck was nowhere around.
"We have been saying that for the past five minutes,"
Kurt said, walking into the room. "And how could you
not tell from this mess?" Kurt gestured around the
room.
"Oh and the ring," Tina said, pointing out the golden
band wrapped around Rachel's ring finger.
"What about the one from that new movie coming out
soon?" Kurt asked.
"Mine."
End.
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“I’m telling you, I’m really good with girls! They can’t
resist me!” She was facing the other three, sprawled
on Santana’s couch with her head upside-down over
the front.
“Yeah right, Quinn,” said Santana, looking up from
nuzzling Brittany’s neck. “You have no girls; you have
no skills; you have no hope.”
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Quinn sat back, hurt. “You didn’t like it?” she asked,
suddenly vulnerable. “I didn’t think it was that bad.”
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Chapter 1 : Aftermath
Fandom: Glee
Genre: Romance/Humour
Status: WIP
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Words: 6,093
She gets to her locker and puts her bag inside. She
hears heavy footsteps coming up to her and braces
herself. She takes a quick breath, and with her
heartbeat slightly elevated above normal, turns
around. But it is only Finn Hudson, who looks at her
defensive posture weirdly. "Are... Are you okay?" He
sounds uncomfortable, and his eyes don't meet hers.
He has his confused/concerned face perfected. Quinn
sighs inwardly. How does one admit that not only is
her boyfriend not the father of her baby, but also not
the one she's in love with? How does one admit so
many things without completely annihilating another
person? How does one break another person's heart?
He doesn't.
She hears Finn calling out to her from behind her, but
she keeps walking before turning into the next
bathroom and he stops. She opens the door and says
flatly, "Leave me alone, Finn. Go to class now or you'll
be late." Finn's mouth opens in surprise, and he is
prepared to argue that he wants to help her, but
Quinn cuts him off with shocking news. "I'm breaking
up with you."
Rachel Berry has kept her mouth shut for far too long,
and the words spill out of her. "I don't have Man-
Hand, Rupaul or Treasure Trail germs, Quinn. And
you don't want to go around in that soaked shirt all
day long, either. It's detrimental to your, and your
baby's, health. Also, you have been soaked in a
Slushie, and I know it's cold. You will need something
warm to wear, and if you think you can change into
your Cheerio's uniform temporarily, it's not a good
idea. You'll freeze and get pneumonia or hypothermia
and then I'll feel guilty because I let you do that. I
swear I didn't put itching powder or anything on the-"
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Fandom: Glee
Genre: Romance/Humour
Status: WIP
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Words: 4,301
Finn lifts his head and stares her in the eyes. "I mean,
I'm not going to stay in glee club if I have to see those
two every day. You think it's easy being quarterback
and male lead, and then getting screwed over? No
way, Rachel. I like glee club and all, but... It's either
me or those two, Mr. Schue,' he turned back to face
the teacher. Mr. Schuester sighed and gave an
imploring look to Rachel. Noah still hasn't said
anything. Rachel turns to him first. "Noah?"
"Berry."
Rachel scowls slightly. She did not like being mocked,
especially when glee club, and therefore her future as
a star, is on the line. "You're an ass." She surprises
herself, because that is not what she meant to say,
but she cannot stop her word vomit. "You're an
asshole who took advantage of drunk teenager who
didn't know what she was doing. Finn?" She turns to
Finn, who looks confused. "Yeah..?"
Finn looks like all the wind was knocked out of his
sails. Suitably chastised and embarrassed, he walks
off without a word. Mr. Schuester sighs and runs a
hand through his hair. "Rachel? Thank you for trying
to help. Do you have any idea where Quinn has
gone?" Rachel is still in a mild state of shock and
doesn't reply. Finn slept with someone other than
Quinn? Noah Puckerman so obviously in love with
Quinn Fabray? The world has gone insane. Mr.
Schuester waved a hand in front of her eyes, startling
her.
"Yes, yeah, I mean, no! I have no idea where she
went. She just said to tell you she felt ill and went
home." Rachel shakes her head to clear it a little. It
helps somewhat, but she is still reeling from
everything that just happened. "However, Mr.
Schuester, I don't actually think she went home. She
seemed rather distracted and not at all like herself.
She did say that she would be back for glee, though.
Also, it would seem that she hasn't told her parents
about her pregnancy so I highly doubt that she would
return home to her mother." Mr. Schuester listens and
runs his hand through his curly hair.
"If you must," Quinn throws her hands into the air,
before gracefully spinning around and walking in the
general direction of her car. Rachel can't help
breaking into a satisfied grin before following her.
And lastly, she was too polite. It was how she was
raised. True, her parents were crap, but they did
teach her manners and social skills. That was the only
reason she opened the passenger door for Rachel
Berry before going to the driver's side. "I'll take you
back here for your car later." The brunette nods and
gets in. Before Quinn has even buckled herself in
however, the brunette is already sticking her iPod in
the iPod dock on the dashboard. Unsurprisingly, she
scrolls until she finds the playlist called...Broadway.
Quinn Fabray rolls her eyes, but starts the car and
doesn't say anything.
Quinn shrugs. "I look like my mom, and she looks like
her mom. They're twins, actually, which probably
explains a lot. But, at any rate, no one I know has
ever seen us together, so no one's managed to put
the pieces together either. It doesn't matter. She was
disowned when I was just 10 years old, but even then
I knew what was going on."
She hears a short laugh from the other girl, but can
see from the corner of her eyes that she does pick up
her knife and fork and start cutting her own food up.
"That was extremely embarrassing and I trust you
won't mention that ever again," Rachel states, while
holding up a forkful of scrambled eggs mixed with
Tabasco sauce.
References
i Check the ice: Look at the pretty girl who just walked
in
"If you don't let me finish, I'm not bringing you here
ever again." It's not really a lie, except for the fact that
she doubted she would bring Rachel there ever again
anyway, but it shuts her up. "And they're mostly
known in the, uh, LGBT community. I don't know if
you spend a lot of time doing that stuff, but otherwise
you wouldn't really have heard about them. It's not
like they advertise their sexuality all over the place.
This is Lima, Ohio." Quinn racks her brain for anything
else that matters, but doesn't come up with anything.
"Questions?"
On me now
"So."
"Shall we?"
Still, they were early, and there are only a few glee
clubbers in there. Kurt, Mercedes, Tina and Artie were
huddled together in the front row, excitedly discussing
something. Quinn suspects herself as the topic of
interest. Brittany and Santana are sitting behind them,
listening, but pretending to be bored. Matt and Mike
and throwing a football at each other in the small
room, trying not to break anything. Finn and Puck are
nowhere to be seen.
"Right, you guys! Since we're all here and we have all
twelve members,' he says pointedly, and some
scattered applause rings out, 'you can practice for
Sectionals! Whoo!" Mr. Schuester is embarrassingly
enthusiastic, but it breaks up the tension in the room.
Rachel immediately steps up and suggests a new
song they could sing while the foursome groan in
harmony. Finn's eyes start to glaze over, and Puck
starts tossing the football around with Matt and Mike.
Brittany and Santana whisper conspiratorially to each
other.
Quinn? She just leans back into her seat and allows
herself a small smile. Really, it's just another day for
the glee club. God, that sounded so... Rachel. Ugh.
That was Quinn's last thought before she was
interrupted by Mr. Schuester telling them to get up
and practice 'Somebody to Love'. She smiled and got
up.
Author's note
References
EDIT: (i) I forgot to put this in the first time, but just in
case you didn't know, the song is Big Girl's Don't Cry
by Fergie. It's pretty sad and every time I hear it I
think of Quinn. It seemed to fit. And I would imagine
that Quinn relates to that song and it probably brings
up a lot of emotions. I would love them if they put it in.
PS: I still don't know where Quinn is living.
(ii) I'll stand by you and I won't let anyone hurt you.
Original sung by the Pretenders, and then Carrie
Underwood sang it, and then Cory Monteith sang it. It
refers to Rachel standing by Quinn and Quinn
standing by Rachel. I'm aware it's kind of obvious.
Bite me. Actually, no, don't. My skin is reserved for
Quinn/Dianna/Rachel/Lea. As dumb as that sounds.
"So, you hit your head pretty hard and scraped it. You
blacked out but thankfully you don't have a
concussion. Your wrist will be fine; it's not too bad of a
break. Just stay off it for about a month and a half and
you'll be fine. No more cheerleading too." The doctor's
eyes twinkled. She suddenly realized he was the
brother of one of the Cheerios. Katelyn? Tracy? One
of them, at any rate. "And uh... we ran a few more
tests and your baby is fine as well. You have a
horrendous bruise on your hip, but according to your
friends, you didn't land on your stomach but on your
side, so no damage done to the foetus."
She can hear a gasp from the other end of the line.
"What on earth do you mean you 'won't be able to talk
to any of us this time tomorrow'? Quinn, please don't
tell me you're going to kill yourself, because that isn't
going to solve anything! Or are you running away,
because if that's what you want to, I'm going to tell
you that running away while pregnant can have very
adverse effects on your baby, and I'm sure you
wouldn't want that. On a selfish note, losing you would
mean losing the only sort-of-friend I have right now,
and I think I may just lose control of my emotions and
shoot everyone in the school in a mad fit of rage."
"I, uh, don't know where you live," Quinn admits. "And
if you could come over with that gun, that might help,
too. I don't know how to tell my parents."
Rachel nods. She can tell this is really hard for Quinn.
Even though her parents used her as a means to an
end, she probably still loved her parents a lot. It was
that annoying parent-child connection. Rachel scowls
unconsciously at her dads who are still standing in
front of her. "We'll come get you. We'll be there in
about 15 minutes. Quinn..." Rachel hesitates. "You'll
be fine."
By the end of the day, they had had a small food fight
and were both covered in flour and egg yolk. But they
had been ecstatic. Even that young, Quinn had never
seen her mother be so free with her. She
remembered how they had put the cookies and cake
away for her father, leaving the kitchen a mess. Her
mother had whispered conspiratorially to her, "We'll
let daddy clean it up." She had giggled wildly at that,
and then they had gone out to the swings. When their
neighbour, a professional photographer, had passed
by and seen them looking picture perfect, he had
quickly snapped a photo. They had simply grinned
widely at him and asked him to give them a copy.
The first and last time Judy Fabray had slapped her
husband had been 8 years ago, the night of Quinn's
8th birthday party. Russell Fabray had stormed out of
the house and slept at his office. She had spent most
of the night crying her eyes out. She had never
slapped him again, although she did sometimes have
the urge to. She wanted to slap Russell when he
demanded Phoebe be kicked out of her home. She
wanted to slap Russell when he took Quinn's bass
guitar away and made her cry so hard she couldn't
breathe. She wanted to slap Russell when Quinn
quietly told them she was in the Cheerios and he sold
her piano to 'keep her focused on the important
things' and made her cry again.
Quinn had been angry, but it was the best Judy had
been able to do. She knew Phoebe and Quinn had
been close, and taking their relationship away wasn't
going to strengthen the relationship between herself
and her daughter. So she let her daughter think they
didn't know anything about her frequent visits to the
diner. She allowed Quinn to think they didn't monitor
their calls for inappropriate issues. Just because she
let her daughter keep in touch with Phoebe didn't
mean she condoned what Phoebe did with
her...partner.
"If she moves in with me, you accept it. If she stays
with her friend, you accept it. If she decides for some
fucking weird reason to move back in with you and
Russell, you better treat her damn right, otherwise I'm
calling Social Services on your asses. I know about
your drinking, and I don't think they'd be happy about
that."
"I'm sorry,' is the only thing Judy can say. She ignores
the looks Russell keeps giving her.
Quinn's grin slips off as Leroy slips into the seat next
to Hiram. Rachel stays standing, looking nervous. The
air in the spacious kitchen is suddenly harder to
breathe. "So," Leroy states.
"We don't know the whole story; all Rachel said was
that you had some trouble at home and needed a
place to stay for a while. And that's fine, really. We
know what it's like to not have your family support
you." Here Leroy looks grim and he nods. Hiram
wraps an arm around him and continues. "You can
have a place to stay for a night, a week, a month;
whatever. But eventually, Quinn, you're going to have
to deal with your parents. Now, if you don't want to tell
us what made you want to leave, you don't need to.
For now. However, we would like to know sooner or
later if you continue living here because if we don't
know, we can't help you." Hiram's voice is soothing,
but Quinn still feels tears prickling at her eyes. She
blinks them back because she has done nothing but
cry since meeting them 20 minutes ago.
"If you had let me lead the way, you wouldn't have to
ask now, would you? But yes, it's upstairs. The
guestroom is next to my room." Rachel provides a
running commentary as they ascend the stairs.
"That's Avenue Q,' she points to a framed poster, "My
dads think it's hilarious, but I think it's full of immature
humour. Granted, there is the occasional funny line in
there, but it's mostly sexual innuendo. The songs are
quite catchy though, I guess. The titles leave nothing
to imagination, however. 'If You Were Gay' and
'Everyone's a Little Bit Racist' is surprisingly good and
has an interesting back story, but 'The Internet is for
Porn' is just stupid. And, okay, so the songs are really
good and I actually love the entire musical, but if you
ever tell Kurt that, I will slaughter you in your sleep."
Quinn gets the gist of it, because she's getting used to
how Rachel manages to talk without breathing, ever.
Rachel gets off the bed and gently tugs Quinn into the
room. "It's your room now, Quinn." She realizes that
Quinn still stands there lifelessly next to the bed and
sighs. Rachel sits on the bed and pulls Quinn down
with her. The blonde sits, but still stares straight
ahead.
"Whatever."
Quinn rolls her eyes even though her cousin can't see
her. "I know who I am, Pheebs. I'm not gay. I'm
pregnant, for one. Also, I'm not attracted to girls. Stop
trying to convert me just to piss my parents off."
She hears a scoff from the other end of the line. "It
was worth a shot. But, really, all jokes aside, we'd
love to have you. Just call me before you decide to
move in so that we can get rid of all the, uh, stuff in
the guest room." Quinn can tell Phoebe is grinning, so
she hopes her cousin is joking as well. "I don't want to
know what stuff you're talking about, right?" Quinn
asks hopefully.
"So, Pheebs?"
"Yep."
"..."
"Quinn?"
"Yeah."
Quinn scoffs but Rachel just flips the lights off and
gently closes the door. She squirms until the blanket
is above her instead of under and drifts off into a deep
sleep. She wasn't kidding when she said she was
tired. Karofsky, hospital, parents; everything had
taken its toll on the pregnant cheerleader.
"Hello?"
Note
(i) From the song, 4 in the Morning. I used this song
by Gwen Stefani as the title more from Judy's point of
view. It's just really sad. I kind of feel sorry for Judy,
y'know? I think she could've been a good mother if it
wasn't for everything going to crap
Note: Fuck You – Lily Allen. I love that song, and I'm
sorry if it offends you.
Quinn holds her hand up and gasps for air. "It's just
that the 'Very Berry Berry Special' sounds like
something a porn star could do. And you did that
weird thing with your eyebrows and it just..." Quinn
starts laughing again. It's so inappropriate, but in her
pregnant state of mind, it was hilarious. Puck would
have appreciated the joke.
"Oww."
"I'm not always about sex, Quinn. You don't know me.
I take care of my people, and that baby is 'one of my
people' so that puts you under 'one of my people' too."
He pulls his hand out of hers. "Whatever, y'know. Just
send me your doctor's bills when you...Whatever,'
Puck says stonily before turning the corner and
stalking off. He gives in to the temptation to slam
Jacob Ben Israel into the lockers. It doesn't help the
heavy feeling in his heart, but it brings his badass
scowl back on his face instead of his broken-hearted
expression. The Puckasaurus didn't do broken-
hearted.
(*) Are all song lyrics from Lily Allen's 'Fuck You'. I'm
sorry if some of you guys don't like that song or find it
offensive in any way, though I have no idea why you'd
find it offensive. I love that song. So... I know this
chapter is kind of depressing, but that's how it came
out and I don't think there's any other way it could be.
I don't know. This chapter just wasn't coming to me,
and I'm sorry for the delay. I don't think you need
lengthy explanations on why I used Lily's song for this
chapter. It's angry and angst-filled and everyone's just
angry, okay?
(i)I think it'd be good to tell you here that Quinn comes
from the name 'Cuinn' or 'Conn' which means
'wisdom'. That's what the Internet tells me, anyway.
And that Charlotte can be interpreted as 'strong
man/masculine' but generally has been understood to
mean 'strong woman'. The closest thing to Fabray I
could find was Fabry, which they use to mean
blacksmiths or iron-workers. So 'Quinn Charlotte
Fabray' is a seriously powerful name. I totes know
what I'm gonna call my kid in the future. Except for the
Fabray part. Thou shalt not steal my future baby's
name.
With that, Mr. Schuester walks off after the jocks. The
glee clubbers stare at each other, none of them quite
sure who was going to help Rachel out. Finn takes a
step forward, then hesitates and glances at Puck, who
looks at Quinn, who glares at all of them and lets out
a frustrated growl. "All of you suck so bad. Kurt,
Mercedes, Tina, come with me." She narrows her
eyes at them and all three of them gulp
simultaneously and stand up. The three of them follow
behind her as she quickly walks towards Rachel.
Behind her, she hears Brittany whisper to Santana, "I
think she's broken," and Santana's hum of agreement.
"C'mon, Rachel, can you get up?" she asks, her voice
suddenly losing the bite that had been there for the
past 3 hours.
It's quiet for awhile, then one of the jocks snorts and
mumbles something that sounds like 'Yeah right,
Preggo. Bring it.'
She stands in the doorway, her legs not taking her in.
It's only when Quinn squeezes past her and tugs her
in gently that she follows. Quinn brings Rachel to
stand next to Mr. Schuester, and she puts herself on
the other side of Rachel.
"Berry."
The girls nod and Mr. Schuester walks off to the choir
room.
"Liar."
"Faggot."
"Criminal."
"Faggot."
"Bastard."
I'd just like to head you off before you tell me about
how Karofsky doesn't deserve Rachel's forgiveness. I
agree. He doesn't. But Rachel thinks he does. She's
amazing; I'd marry her in a heartbeat. Er.. Back to my
point. Rachel forgives everyone, which is pretty scary.
Also, Karofsky never actually did anything, to be
honest. He never actually touched her in any way. So,
y'know, give him a chance. Boyfriends in high school
have done worse to their girlfriends than what
Karofsky did to Rachel.
Okay, I give up. Tell me how much you still don't like
the guy.
"Quinn, wait,' the words slip out before she can reel
them back in. "Stay with me for a while?" She pats the
bed.
Quinn opens her eyes, blinking hard. She had had the
strangest dream. Santana had been telling her she
was a pressed lemon. That was... interesting. Then
she squints, because it seems she's still dreaming.
Santana and Brittany, in the exact same pose from
her dream, are standing in Rachel's bedroom
doorway. She closes her eyes to slip back into her
dream and maybe learn something about how she
was a pressed lemon.
"Oh, we're out. It's not our fault the whole club is
fucking dense and blind to everything except their
own inconsequential problems,' Santana rants,
'They're all idiots. If they don't want to see what's
under their stupid noses, whatever."
A t-shirt suddenly hits her in the face and she lets out
a squeal of protest.
Liked this chapter, hated it, loathed it, loved it, tell me,
aye? Someone asked for fluff, and I don't quite know
if I delivered. Also, sorry for the length. I'll try to make
the next chapter longer.
"Yeah. He fell out of our tree. He still has the scar, but
he walks just as fast as ever from the kitchen to the
couch." This elicits some laughter from the adults and
a fond smile from Brittany at her girlfriend being
friendly, but Quinn frowns. With her spoon still stuck
in her mouth, she curiously states, "I never heard that
story."
"He was getting rid of the old planks in the tree house
and putting new ones in because it was beginning to
get old and dangerous. And slightly moldy. Which was
dangerous, because we're bigger than we were 13
years ago, obviously." Quinn cocks her head at
Santana's slightly nervous rambling. That girl never
got nervous or rambled. Then Brittany speaks and
Quinn understands.
Berry.
God, what was wrong with her? The tiny brunette was
constantly invading her thoughts now. She just had
this overwhelming presence that called all the
attention to her, and now that Quinn was living with
the girl… Quinn shakes her head. And what was
wrong with Finn? She frowns. Had she called Rachel
'Rach' to piss Finn off or to make him jealous? Or
make her jealous? Jealous of what?
No. She had probably done it to piss him off. She did
that a lot when they were dating. He was just so
oblivious to everything! The 'annoy Finn with words he
doesn't understand' reflex had been ingrained into her
personality already. She sighs. She probably should
apologise to him. He hadn't really done anything
wrong, really.
"Listen, Q,' ah, the catch, 'if you ever tell anyone else
this so help me I will string you up from the choir room
ceiling naked and leave you there to die, but when I
was your age, a little older, in a moment filled with
hormones and weakness,' Sue grimaces, 'I got
pregnant. Turns out you can't control your ovaries
with will power alone."
Hiram nods. "I'm not sure what to say about it. Seeing
all of you here today, seeing my daughter react so
well to your presence is shocking. I am also rather
appalled. I can't believe you girls did all that to her.
The name calling was bad enough, but to lead
Slushie attacks on her? I'm surprised she's never
gotten grievously sick from the constant cold."
"So let's just not... Let's not fuck it up this time, yeh?"
she smirks slightly.
"Yes, I'll go, I'll go. I mean, I would love to go,' Rachel
steps in hurriedly. It was better than staying at home
alone again on a Friday night while her fathers
worked overtime on the people who came in after
partying the night away. At home. Oh shit. She
wouldn't be alone. Quinn was living with her. Oh shit.
"I know and like this song, for your information. I don't
only listen to Broadway musical soundtracks. I listen
to a wide diversity of music that ranges from pop to
punk to indie to even death metal. Who knows what
style a future director will ask me to sing in? It is
always good to be prepared for all kinds of potential
situations where I may be required to sing, or who
knows, rap onstage."
"Why?"
Rachel shudders in her seat. "I may have been put off
meat forever."
"Ew."
"How are you?" Judy knows how bad it is that she has
to ask her daughter that over the phone, but she can't
do anything else. She feels herself relax as she hears
Quinn quietly talk about her day and how she had quit
the Cheerios. "You quit the Cheerios?" Judy asks,
surprised.
"I was just,' Judy hesitates, not knowing if she has the
right to care about these things anymore, 'I was
wondering where you were staying right now?"
"Yes, I've cleared it with her. She says she would love
to have you and I would feel less guilty if you were at
least with family,' Judy pleads. 'Of course, if you don't
want to you don't have to do anything. I mean,
honestly, I'm not the best person to talk about family
but-"
The line goes dead before she can figure out how to
reply to that.
Review?
Quinn sits in the dark, her eyes wide and her heart
racing, a lump in her throat. Already the details of her
dream are slipping away from her mind like water
trickling through her fingers. But she remembers the
important details. She remembers the tingling that
started from her toes that ran to her fingertips at the
weight of the girl on her lap. She remembers the
comfortable delight she'd felt at the girl's presence.
She remembers that she wanted to kiss the girl. She
remembers that the girl was a girl.
"Phoebe."
"Or you could try just going with it and asking the girl
out," Amanda glances around nonchalantly.
"To you?"
Phoebe half-grimaces. "We're kind of crazy to each
other. We trade insults all the time."
"Her hair is blue now, but she's still the same 16 year
old who called Phoebe a 'blonde bimbo'. Of course,
Phoebe called her 'Archie' so... Mm, anyway, I don't
suppose you got my point throughout the entire story,
did you?" Amanda laughs sheepishly.
Quinn rolls her eyes but returns the hug and then
returns to bed. Sleep is hard to come by but she
forces all her confusing thoughts away. Sleep first,
then in the morning she would wonder about her
sexuality.
She crawls out of bed and almost face plants into her
cereal when Phoebe slaps her on the back. "I always
knew you had it in you, Quinn!" Quinn glares at her
cousin, who just grins back cheekily. "You told her?"
It's a rhetorical question. Amanda and Phoebe tell
each other everything.
Quinn nods and bites her lip. She could talk to her two
best friends about this, right? Santana would probably
laugh and tease her a lot, but she'd give good advice
too. And Brittany would say something wise and make
it all better. She takes a breath.
"I had a dream last night." The words get stuck in her
throat. Brittany smiles knowingly, but Santana looks
confused. "Did you dream about bacon?"
Rachel nods slowly. "I think that was Quinn, too." She
hadn't really spoken to Quinn since the girl had so
abruptly, but with many repeated gracious thanks,
moved in with her cousins two days ago. They didn't
have the same classes and glee club didn't meet until
today.
Finn stops her from walking into the doorframe.
"Later, Rach,' she nods as Finn heads towards his
Math class. Rachel bites her lip and then makes her
decision.
She wasn't gay for Rachel Berry. Not in the least. But
yes, maybe she did have the tiniest crush on her.
Nothing to write home about. It was the size of Earth
compared to the entire Universe. Just the smallest
flame for Rachel legs Berry.
"Greetings, Quinn."
Artie looks a little put out, but Tina grins at him and,
resigned, he just holds her hand.
"Quinn, you don't need a label for this. If you feel what
you feel... You should ask her out." Emma isn't sure
where the words come from, because she surely
couldn't take this advice for herself, but a crooked
smile appears on Quinn's face. "Thank, Miss
Pillsbury."
"Shut up."
"No, you shut up."
"Well then! Good luck with your partners and I will see
your performances on Tuesday. Right, now if Mike
and Brittany could come up and demonstrate some
steps for us?"
"Well, Fabray, you just got hit in the face with 'Plan I
Will Bone Rachel Berry after I Sing a Ballad with Her'.
As gross as it is, congratulations,' Santana's barb is
muttered only distractedly under her breath though,
because at the front of the room, Brittany is being
spun around by Mike and Santana is busy
appreciating the view.
Tina says, "Are there any guys you like right now? Or
do you still like Finn or Puck or... whatever?" Her
finger tapping against her root beer is the only
betrayal of her nerves at asking Quinn the question.
"Shut up!"
Review?
Quinn rolls her eyes but gets out of the car. "Thanks
for the ride."
When she rings the bell, it's Hiram who opens the
door for her. "Quinn,' he greets sombrely.
The brunette swings the door open the rest of the way
and slumps back onto her bed, staring up at the
ceiling. Quinn sets her bag down on the floor but
doesn't do anything else. "What's wrong?"
"Uhh,' she swallows hard, 'I take it your date with Finn
didn't go very well?"
"Uh, no?"
"So are you doing this for me or for you?" Quinn asks
pointedly. She tries not to roll her eyes at her two
friends who are trying not to look like they want to get
a room.
"So she sings this to her and she, what, falls into her
arms?" Mercedes asks sceptically.
"Quinn…"
The taller girl leans down a little and then there's not
much space between them and Rachel stops moving
when her forehead touches Quinn's. "Are you sure?"
she whispers against Quinn's lips.
Rachel silences her with a soft kiss and then rolls off
her to lie on her side. There's a euphoric smile
plastered on her face and, grinning widely, she says,
"Okay. It's okay. That was... amazing. Oh my god. Oh
my god.I just made out with Quinn Fabray."
"Dude."
"Yeah?"
Matt shrugs.
Tina sighs.
"I pour my ice cold, empty heart out to you and all you
can say is 'okay'? Really, Berry?"
"We'll sing this, okay? For the Glee duet. But... I'd
prefer if we don't tell the entire school just yet.
Please? It's just... a lot."
Perfect.
The older blonde just takes one hand off the steering
wheel to squeeze Quinn's shoulder. "Don't hurt her,
Quinn. You probably will, because you're kind of a
bitch, but you're related to me and that should count
for something yeah? Have some fun. You only live
once."
"Mom?"
Judy sighs. She has a glass next to her hand, but the
only thing inside it is water. She's trying, she really is.
She hasn't touched a drop of alcohol for three whole
days. It's progress, but when her own daughter is
doubting her and her husband is passed out on their
wedding bed, it's hard and it makes her want to fill up
the tub with Grey Goose and lie in it.
"Yes, Quinn, I'm sober. I've been sober for three days
and I know it doesn't sound like much, but I'm trying
but it's hard. I'm your mother and I want to be able to
take care of your like I should have done all these
years but that's hard too but I'm trying. I'm trying and
I'm trying and your father is passed out and I'm
praying he doesn't choke to death on his own vomit
and I'm just... I'm trying, okay, Quinnie?" Judy's voice
cracks and she swallows her sob.
"I'm sorry I'm not the perfect mom, Quinn," Judy says
quietly. She knows she has never been and will likely
never be, but the thought that she's failed in this
situation makes her want to drown her sorrows in a
bottle of vodka. It's not helping her resistance at all.
Judy's face seems a little more lined than the last time
Quinn had seen her, but it didn't seem possible. She'd
only been gone what, a week? She sips at her water
and wonders what on earth they're supposed to talk
about.
"How's... school?"
"Mom."
"I like who you are now,' Rachel argues, her shoulder
holding the phone against her head as she flipped
through the files looking for the PFLAG brochure she
knew she had, 'Plus, if you had had two mothers and I
had two fathers, we probably would have inevitably
have bonded as friends and we would never have
what we have now."
"What?"
"Right…"
"Oh."
Taken-aback, Rachel glances at Quinn, who nods.
"It's an expression against hate and prejudice, but
also the redemption of love," she says quietly. She
wonders how Rachel had convinced her to memorise
the description on the Wikipedia page.
And then all the girls except for Santana are clapping
enthusiastically and Mike is wolf-whistling at them and
Rachel is blushing. Matt claps, but though there's a
slight smile on his face, he looks bored, as though he
isn't shocked in the least. Artie looks thoughtful, but
he claps as well.
The only people not clapping are Puck and Finn. Finn
looks like he's about to burst into a million question
marks whereas Puck just looks irritated. He stands up
and stares down at Quinn, who glares right back at
him. "You picked Rachel Berry over me, Quinn?
What, is going out with me that despicable that you'd
rather go out with Berry? Did Finn turn you gay or did
I?"
"Oh my god, get over it, losers. They've been gay for
each other since forever," Santana sneers. Kurt
sniggers and Tina smiles at the pair.
"Well, uh, you girls sounded great together," Mr.
Schuester says awkwardly. He glances at the door.
The rest of the members look from the door to the
girls who are still standing in front of them to the
ground and back again.
"Noah."
"No it's not. It's the name my dad gave me and I don't
give two shits about him or that name so don't call me
that!" Puck growls.
What can she say to that? It's not true? But it was.
She'd chosen Finn over him, then she'd chosen
Rachel over him. Despite herself, she feels guilty. He
sounded extremely hurt, but again, what he'd said
was true. He was bad news, or that's what he showed
the world.
"Bullshit."
She shrugs.
No, she wasn't wrong. What was done was done, and
they'd both have to deal with the consequences and
move on. No matter what, he would always be the
boy who forgot or didn't want to use a condom and
got her pregnant and made her world come crashing
down. And he wasn't the only one to blame for it,
because things happen, but Quinn knows that for a
long time, that's all Puck will be in her mind.
"Yes."
"I like you in different ways and I don't think you really
want the answer to that question," Rachel replies
calmly, but sharply.
Rachel cut her off with a kiss and Quinn tries not to
roll her eyes at how cliché it all is. She kisses back
instead.
"Yeah."
Epilogue or no?