Breaking Down (1/1?)
I don't know what this even is.
Rating: PG-13-ish.
Ships: Faberry
Spoilers: 2x20
Quinn whipped her head around, facing Rachel standing behind her. “You did this. This is all your fault.” She sneered.
“You don't know what you're talking about!” Rachel shouted. But, before she could speak the last syllable, Quinn slapped her across the face. The sensation was numbing for a second on Rachel's cheek. Then, suddenly, her face became red-hot. Her whole cheek burned, as though she was being stuck by thousands of hot needles. “You slapped me.” She said, barely above a whisper. “You fucking slapped me.” She reached a hand to her face, and felt the tenderness in her cheek where a bruise was starting.
Quinn's hand, too, was feeling the effects of the slap. Her fingers were tingling and still felt as if the wind was rushing past them. She massaged the slapping hand with her other, feeling like the room had suddenly gotten too small. “Walls are closing in...” she muttered under her breath. Then louder, “the walls are closing in.” She spun around. The tiles of the girls' bathroom, usually so meticulously placed, seemed to be waving, swirling lines. They were inching in closer to her, threatening to crush her. Forgetting her hand, she threw her arms out to keep the walls from closing in.
Rachel looked on curiously, unsure what the blond was doing.
“Help me keep them away, Rachel!” Quinn screamed, the noise echoing off the porcelain-looking sinks.
“Quinn, I don't-”
“The walls are closing in and they're going to crush us both. Help me keep them away.”
“The walls aren't moving, sweetie. Are you okay? Do you need to lie down?”
With a loud scream, Quinn dove forward onto Rachel, knocking the both of them to the ground. She didn't attempt to hurt her, though, but just lied there, taking shallow breaths. Rachel tried to move, but was pinned under Quinn's muscular frame. She would have thought that Quinn had had a heart attack, if not for the fact that she could feel her heart pounding between their chests.
“I can't breathe.” Quinn gasped.
Rachel tried to soothe her as much as possible while being caught underneath her. “Just take deep breaths, Q.”
“No, I can't breathe. I'm gonna die.”
“You're breathing fine. Just calm down.”
Quinn began screaming again. So Rachel did the only thing she could think of to silence her. She grabbed the sides of Quinn's face, pulled it next to hers, and kissed her. She could feel Quinn screaming into her lips, but just kept kissing her, hoping that it would take hold. Just like Richard Burton in “Taming of the Shrew.” Rachel thought to herself. And then, Quinn's screams faded into nothingness and the sound of lips and tongues echoing off tile walls was the only thing audible in the room.
Rating: PG-13-ish.
Ships: Faberry
Spoilers: 2x20
Quinn whipped her head around, facing Rachel standing behind her. “You did this. This is all your fault.” She sneered.
“You don't know what you're talking about!” Rachel shouted. But, before she could speak the last syllable, Quinn slapped her across the face. The sensation was numbing for a second on Rachel's cheek. Then, suddenly, her face became red-hot. Her whole cheek burned, as though she was being stuck by thousands of hot needles. “You slapped me.” She said, barely above a whisper. “You fucking slapped me.” She reached a hand to her face, and felt the tenderness in her cheek where a bruise was starting.
Quinn's hand, too, was feeling the effects of the slap. Her fingers were tingling and still felt as if the wind was rushing past them. She massaged the slapping hand with her other, feeling like the room had suddenly gotten too small. “Walls are closing in...” she muttered under her breath. Then louder, “the walls are closing in.” She spun around. The tiles of the girls' bathroom, usually so meticulously placed, seemed to be waving, swirling lines. They were inching in closer to her, threatening to crush her. Forgetting her hand, she threw her arms out to keep the walls from closing in.
Rachel looked on curiously, unsure what the blond was doing.
“Help me keep them away, Rachel!” Quinn screamed, the noise echoing off the porcelain-looking sinks.
“Quinn, I don't-”
“The walls are closing in and they're going to crush us both. Help me keep them away.”
“The walls aren't moving, sweetie. Are you okay? Do you need to lie down?”
With a loud scream, Quinn dove forward onto Rachel, knocking the both of them to the ground. She didn't attempt to hurt her, though, but just lied there, taking shallow breaths. Rachel tried to move, but was pinned under Quinn's muscular frame. She would have thought that Quinn had had a heart attack, if not for the fact that she could feel her heart pounding between their chests.
“I can't breathe.” Quinn gasped.
Rachel tried to soothe her as much as possible while being caught underneath her. “Just take deep breaths, Q.”
“No, I can't breathe. I'm gonna die.”
“You're breathing fine. Just calm down.”
Quinn began screaming again. So Rachel did the only thing she could think of to silence her. She grabbed the sides of Quinn's face, pulled it next to hers, and kissed her. She could feel Quinn screaming into her lips, but just kept kissing her, hoping that it would take hold. Just like Richard Burton in “Taming of the Shrew.” Rachel thought to herself. And then, Quinn's screams faded into nothingness and the sound of lips and tongues echoing off tile walls was the only thing audible in the room.