fic: Princess (3/?)
Title: Princess (3/?)
Author: awkwardllama
Rating: G
Word Count: 427
Pairing: Quinn/Santana
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story.
Summary: Response to the prompt king and queen at Glee Slash's Birthday Prompt Battle. AU. Princess Santana finds a match.
They were seated at a smaller table that had been placed adjacent to the main dining table. Delicacies of all kinds were spread all around the table. They had been served and were eating quietly when Rachel spoke up. “How was your journey? I know that travel can often be hard and strenuous if the proper arrangements aren’t made.”
Quinn seemed taken aback by Rachel’s extravagant diction. Quinn answered, “It was fine. Sorry we’re a couple of days behind schedule. Puck got distracted when we passed through Cheerio territory.” She rolled her eyes at him and he smiled sheepishly in response.
“Empress Sylvester let you in during winter training? I heard that the empire was completely locked away in preparation for the Games.”
Quinn smirked. “She made an exception for me.” Her eyes burned into Santana’s until Santana looked back down to her food. Rachel coughed awkwardly and Puck’s smirk mirrored Quinn’s. They continued to eat and make small talk.
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As Santana left the dining room, she heard Rachel’s speedy footsteps behind her. “Santana! Santana wait! You know you have a longer stride than I do! Slow down!” By the time she’d caught up, Rachel was panting lightly.
“I thought that with such a big mouth you’d be able to suck in more air Berry.” Santana’s voice was tinged with forced venom.
Rachel spoke, unaffected. “I know that you deal with confrontations in irrational anger but I choose to deal in practicality. I’d like to apologize for earlier. I was out of line. I didn’t really think what I was doing was wrong.”
Santana sighed. “You never do. Just forget about it Rachel. I know you only meant well.”
Rachel beamed and hooked her arm through Santana’s. “Good. Now that we’re reconciled, we can talk about Quinn. I still believe you two would make a good match. Not only do you look good together, with your contrasting skin tones, but personality-wise she is strong enough to deal with your moments of pigheadedness.”
Santana gaped. “I am not pigheaded!!”
Rachel responded, “Oh yes you are! Oink!” She pinched Santana’s nose and darted down the hallway. Santana laughed and chased after her.
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On the other side of the castle, Puck and Quinn were walking in the palace gardens. He spoke, “Can you take care of it or will I have to?”
She saw Rachel and Santana burst through of the palace doors. Her lips quirked upwards when Santana noticed them and straightened immediately and jerkily waved at Quinn. She lifted her hand to wave back, “I got it.”
Author: awkwardllama
Rating: G
Word Count: 427
Pairing: Quinn/Santana
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story.
Summary: Response to the prompt king and queen at Glee Slash's Birthday Prompt Battle. AU. Princess Santana finds a match.
They were seated at a smaller table that had been placed adjacent to the main dining table. Delicacies of all kinds were spread all around the table. They had been served and were eating quietly when Rachel spoke up. “How was your journey? I know that travel can often be hard and strenuous if the proper arrangements aren’t made.”
Quinn seemed taken aback by Rachel’s extravagant diction. Quinn answered, “It was fine. Sorry we’re a couple of days behind schedule. Puck got distracted when we passed through Cheerio territory.” She rolled her eyes at him and he smiled sheepishly in response.
“Empress Sylvester let you in during winter training? I heard that the empire was completely locked away in preparation for the Games.”
Quinn smirked. “She made an exception for me.” Her eyes burned into Santana’s until Santana looked back down to her food. Rachel coughed awkwardly and Puck’s smirk mirrored Quinn’s. They continued to eat and make small talk.
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As Santana left the dining room, she heard Rachel’s speedy footsteps behind her. “Santana! Santana wait! You know you have a longer stride than I do! Slow down!” By the time she’d caught up, Rachel was panting lightly.
“I thought that with such a big mouth you’d be able to suck in more air Berry.” Santana’s voice was tinged with forced venom.
Rachel spoke, unaffected. “I know that you deal with confrontations in irrational anger but I choose to deal in practicality. I’d like to apologize for earlier. I was out of line. I didn’t really think what I was doing was wrong.”
Santana sighed. “You never do. Just forget about it Rachel. I know you only meant well.”
Rachel beamed and hooked her arm through Santana’s. “Good. Now that we’re reconciled, we can talk about Quinn. I still believe you two would make a good match. Not only do you look good together, with your contrasting skin tones, but personality-wise she is strong enough to deal with your moments of pigheadedness.”
Santana gaped. “I am not pigheaded!!”
Rachel responded, “Oh yes you are! Oink!” She pinched Santana’s nose and darted down the hallway. Santana laughed and chased after her.
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On the other side of the castle, Puck and Quinn were walking in the palace gardens. He spoke, “Can you take care of it or will I have to?”
She saw Rachel and Santana burst through of the palace doors. Her lips quirked upwards when Santana noticed them and straightened immediately and jerkily waved at Quinn. She lifted her hand to wave back, “I got it.”