Fic: We are Closer [Quinn/Rachel]
I've finally done it, I've written a Faberry piece after spending however many years reading it, I never thought I would write Glee, but these two have become my not so guilty pleasure (even more so when you take them out of HS) and I found myself typing, inspired, after a long day at work.
This will become a longer piece, at least 5 chapters, but let me know if there is something you want to see with this version of faberry.
Reviews are ALWAYS welcome.
(I found myself listening to Cannonball Adderley sessions when I wrote this, and if you feel like you want to sense the zone that I was in feel free to do a spotify search.)
Title: We are closer...
Pairing: Faberry
Author: ItinerantPoet (Cuteginger)
Word Count: 1,203 (chapter 1)
Rating: M (for future chapters)
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this fiction; it is just an idea that wanted to be written.
Summary: Quinn and Rachel find themselves together in NYC
We are closer…
For the longest moment she couldn’t move, didn’t dare move, should anything give her away, she almost closed her eyes, on the off chance that if she could not see, then she could not be seen. Closing her eyes though seemed to take monumental effort and she worried that if she blinked, if she took one second away from what she was currently captured by, then they might disappear, turn into just a figment of her imagination.
It was the movement of the wind as it picked up momentarily and ruffled her skirt that broke her from her reverie, not her senses suddenly coming back to her, or her head over-riding her heart. Instead just a gust of wind, no more special than any other, and yet this one, this very movement of air around her marked something, something so deep inside her that she was unsure exactly what had just transpired over the last, god, she didn’t even know how long she had been there, mere seconds, or hours, she couldn’t really tell. Had she taken a moment and looked around her she would had noticed that it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes as the same people she had watched walk through the park were only just ahead of her, and the sun was still over head, its beating winter rays trying desperately to convey some sort of warmth, instead it just offered a weak yellow glow to the day to brighten all the woolen clothes that had come to frolic through the weekend at the park.
She was going to turn around and walk away, she’d spent too many lonely nights, listening to her roommate try to type quietly as she rushed to complete a paper, thinking about this all to let it come crumbling down into a pile of leaves at her feet. She was going to do a lot of things, over the past 6 months, none of them had really come to fruition, but now turning around and walking away should have been the really sensible thing to do, headphones in, jacket pulled tight around her and she could disappear. Instead, that moment’s hesitation was all it took for a 5 year old boy to come barreling into her, his small body impacting with her legs as he ran, turned, and blushed, his apology lost in the youthful exuberance and the shining eyes of adventure.
“Hey” was all she could manage to call as he ran off, his small body weaving in and out of the other people towards his guardian, already too interested in what was going to happen next to bother with the lady he had just ran in to.
Brushing down her jacket, and resettling herself, she found that she had spun, 180 degrees and was facing the way she had come. Back into the park and towards Poets Walk, it had taken her exactly 27 minutes to walk, with a relaxed gait, from the park entrance to where she now stood, and she knew that perhaps she could stretch her return walk to 45 minutes, this would not fill her day as she had hoped, the park offered her too few temptations, but too many distractions that she couldn’t deal with, not today at any rate.
“Quinn?” she heard muttered, just to the left of her, so quietly that if she hadn’t let her ear buds fall from her ears earlier she could have pretended that she hadn’t heard it.
Turning slowly she was met with the familiar eyes that had burnt into her memory, for what seemed like her whole life, but the last moment, the final time she had seen the deep chocolate filled with tears was the moment she watched the train pull away the summer before. Now they looked unsure, deep and enquiring, like she was waiting on this answer to show her some new light, a new discovery that held so much promise.
“Rachel...” Quinn offered as a feeble welcome.
“What are you doing in New York, in Central Park, here?” Rachel asked, Quinn noted that her eyes flitting all over her body, avoiding direct contact until she uttered the final word.
“Would you believe me if I said I don’t know?” Quinn offered.
“No, but something tells me that’s the truth.” Rachel sighed, pulling her jacket closer around her.
“My roommate’s boyfriend is over, and something felt different, like I needed to escape for the day, and New Haven didn’t have anything, there was a pull here, I thought maybe i could walk around the city for the day, get lost in the crowds, find a record store or a book shop and get lost.” Quinn rushed out.
“Do you have time?” Rachel offered as her only reply.
“My planned train is in 7 hours and 49 minutes” Quinn said quietly, glancing at her watch. “I had hoped that this park would entertain me more than it has, all I’ve found so far is a 5 year old bumping into my leg, and I think perhaps this city is a little too big for me just me right now.”
“Ah yes, that’s how I spotted you, I heard you call after him.” Rachel blushed.
“Oh,” Quinn could only manage that one word, she hoped that Rachel hadn’t seen her watch here before, she had been so lost in soaking up the image that was her friend, she could call her that now she hoped, that she hadn’t realised that perhaps, Rachel might see her too. She was almost glad for the young boy, he perhaps had saved her from being caught starring.
“Come with me, spend the afternoon with me?” Rachel offered quietly, holding out her hand, clothed delicately in a simply thin black glove.
“I won’t keep you from something?” Quinn asked, a blush bubbling around her cheeks.
“No, you’re in my city, I would like to show you around, and if I’m honest, I’ve missed you Lucy Quinn Fabray.” She smiled, a flutter catching in her heart as she saw Quinn respond to the utterance of her full name.
“Then Rachel Barbara Berry, I would love to spend the afternoon with you,” Quinn replied, she placed her hand in the outstretched palm and felt a new warmth travel up her arm, and into her veins. The shock of the feeling was over taken by a familiarity, she knew, somewhere inside of her what this feeling was.
“Yay, I’m so excited, you are the first real person I get to show New York.” Rachel said giddily.
“First?” Quinn asked.
“Well Kurt moved here, and we live together, but I only got to show him my favourite bars and stuff, he already knew New York like he was born with a map as his pillow, I’m telling you he knows this place better than I do.” Rachel flustered.
“I don’t believe anyone could know this city better than you do, so show me, show me your New York Rachel.” Quinn smiled.
This will become a longer piece, at least 5 chapters, but let me know if there is something you want to see with this version of faberry.
Reviews are ALWAYS welcome.
(I found myself listening to Cannonball Adderley sessions when I wrote this, and if you feel like you want to sense the zone that I was in feel free to do a spotify search.)
Title: We are closer...
Pairing: Faberry
Author: ItinerantPoet (Cuteginger)
Word Count: 1,203 (chapter 1)
Rating: M (for future chapters)
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this fiction; it is just an idea that wanted to be written.
Summary: Quinn and Rachel find themselves together in NYC
We are closer…
For the longest moment she couldn’t move, didn’t dare move, should anything give her away, she almost closed her eyes, on the off chance that if she could not see, then she could not be seen. Closing her eyes though seemed to take monumental effort and she worried that if she blinked, if she took one second away from what she was currently captured by, then they might disappear, turn into just a figment of her imagination.
It was the movement of the wind as it picked up momentarily and ruffled her skirt that broke her from her reverie, not her senses suddenly coming back to her, or her head over-riding her heart. Instead just a gust of wind, no more special than any other, and yet this one, this very movement of air around her marked something, something so deep inside her that she was unsure exactly what had just transpired over the last, god, she didn’t even know how long she had been there, mere seconds, or hours, she couldn’t really tell. Had she taken a moment and looked around her she would had noticed that it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes as the same people she had watched walk through the park were only just ahead of her, and the sun was still over head, its beating winter rays trying desperately to convey some sort of warmth, instead it just offered a weak yellow glow to the day to brighten all the woolen clothes that had come to frolic through the weekend at the park.
She was going to turn around and walk away, she’d spent too many lonely nights, listening to her roommate try to type quietly as she rushed to complete a paper, thinking about this all to let it come crumbling down into a pile of leaves at her feet. She was going to do a lot of things, over the past 6 months, none of them had really come to fruition, but now turning around and walking away should have been the really sensible thing to do, headphones in, jacket pulled tight around her and she could disappear. Instead, that moment’s hesitation was all it took for a 5 year old boy to come barreling into her, his small body impacting with her legs as he ran, turned, and blushed, his apology lost in the youthful exuberance and the shining eyes of adventure.
“Hey” was all she could manage to call as he ran off, his small body weaving in and out of the other people towards his guardian, already too interested in what was going to happen next to bother with the lady he had just ran in to.
Brushing down her jacket, and resettling herself, she found that she had spun, 180 degrees and was facing the way she had come. Back into the park and towards Poets Walk, it had taken her exactly 27 minutes to walk, with a relaxed gait, from the park entrance to where she now stood, and she knew that perhaps she could stretch her return walk to 45 minutes, this would not fill her day as she had hoped, the park offered her too few temptations, but too many distractions that she couldn’t deal with, not today at any rate.
“Quinn?” she heard muttered, just to the left of her, so quietly that if she hadn’t let her ear buds fall from her ears earlier she could have pretended that she hadn’t heard it.
Turning slowly she was met with the familiar eyes that had burnt into her memory, for what seemed like her whole life, but the last moment, the final time she had seen the deep chocolate filled with tears was the moment she watched the train pull away the summer before. Now they looked unsure, deep and enquiring, like she was waiting on this answer to show her some new light, a new discovery that held so much promise.
“Rachel...” Quinn offered as a feeble welcome.
“What are you doing in New York, in Central Park, here?” Rachel asked, Quinn noted that her eyes flitting all over her body, avoiding direct contact until she uttered the final word.
“Would you believe me if I said I don’t know?” Quinn offered.
“No, but something tells me that’s the truth.” Rachel sighed, pulling her jacket closer around her.
“My roommate’s boyfriend is over, and something felt different, like I needed to escape for the day, and New Haven didn’t have anything, there was a pull here, I thought maybe i could walk around the city for the day, get lost in the crowds, find a record store or a book shop and get lost.” Quinn rushed out.
“Do you have time?” Rachel offered as her only reply.
“My planned train is in 7 hours and 49 minutes” Quinn said quietly, glancing at her watch. “I had hoped that this park would entertain me more than it has, all I’ve found so far is a 5 year old bumping into my leg, and I think perhaps this city is a little too big for me just me right now.”
“Ah yes, that’s how I spotted you, I heard you call after him.” Rachel blushed.
“Oh,” Quinn could only manage that one word, she hoped that Rachel hadn’t seen her watch here before, she had been so lost in soaking up the image that was her friend, she could call her that now she hoped, that she hadn’t realised that perhaps, Rachel might see her too. She was almost glad for the young boy, he perhaps had saved her from being caught starring.
“Come with me, spend the afternoon with me?” Rachel offered quietly, holding out her hand, clothed delicately in a simply thin black glove.
“I won’t keep you from something?” Quinn asked, a blush bubbling around her cheeks.
“No, you’re in my city, I would like to show you around, and if I’m honest, I’ve missed you Lucy Quinn Fabray.” She smiled, a flutter catching in her heart as she saw Quinn respond to the utterance of her full name.
“Then Rachel Barbara Berry, I would love to spend the afternoon with you,” Quinn replied, she placed her hand in the outstretched palm and felt a new warmth travel up her arm, and into her veins. The shock of the feeling was over taken by a familiarity, she knew, somewhere inside of her what this feeling was.
“Yay, I’m so excited, you are the first real person I get to show New York.” Rachel said giddily.
“First?” Quinn asked.
“Well Kurt moved here, and we live together, but I only got to show him my favourite bars and stuff, he already knew New York like he was born with a map as his pillow, I’m telling you he knows this place better than I do.” Rachel flustered.
“I don’t believe anyone could know this city better than you do, so show me, show me your New York Rachel.” Quinn smiled.