Sweet Child O' Mine (Glee, St. Fabray, Master Post)
Master-Epic-Post for my St. Fabray story "Sweet Child O' Mine".
Warning, entirely AU, heavy on the gifs after the cut.
They had been members of the same Church for all of their lives but, somehow, Jesse found himself almost unable to recognize the beautiful blonde girl standing nervously in the next room.
“That’s Quinn Fabray?” His eyes bugged out. His sister gave him a funny look.
“Get out of here, loser. I thought you went to the same school.” Joanie arched her eyebrow.
He had more than enough motivation to leave his sister’s bedroom and join their parents’ party, now.
‘Stop it,’ Quinn mouthed, biting her lip not to laugh outloud. She was a good Christian, but the man making the speech, he was…
Jesse turned his head just slightly to look at her, smile conspirationally, almost as if he knew her thoughts. It was absolutely ridiculous.
“I think you’ve known me long enough to know I’m not just playing. I care about you, Quinn.”
Quinn stared at the boy in front of her, a virtual stranger, a brave man. He wasn’t like the rest, nobody could ever be like him, and he’d shown her nothing but kindness in most of the time they’d been acquainted with each other.
Who was she not to believe him, then?
“Quinn?”
“I’m-I’m sorry. You have to leave. This-This wasn’t right.”
She turned her eyes towards the ground, unable to face him, unable to face herself. How had she thrown away all of her beliefs, all of what she’d been taught just for… for what, she didn’t exactly known.
“Don’t look like that. This wasn’t wrong, Quinn,” he whispered, giving her another chance to make it okay.
“But it was!” she cried out. “We’re not supposed to!”
“Not supposed to what? Love?” Jesse let out a humorless bark of laughter. “Who are they to know how we feel? This… You are what love is to me, Quinn.”
"You've been avoiding me," Jesse accused. Quinn froze where she was standing, her back to him. She hadn't heard him coming.
"Of course I'm not. I have a lot of things to do, I'm Head Cheerio, I'm in Honor Roll... I have a life," she snapped, annoyed at herself. She truly, really, didn't want to face him. Not until she was sure.
"Bull." Jesse was smirking when she turned around.
"Just stay away from me." And she gave him a look before turning around and running off, because he had no idea what was going on in her mind.
“I think you need me, too. I think you want this to happen almost as bad as I do,” he coaxed. Not a sound came from her room. “I’m not about to tell anybody, anything. I just think this is something we should talk about.”
Quinn felt like she could really hate him, in that moment, and with everything that had been going on in her life lately… if he didn’t just give up and leave soon, she was afraid she’d say something they’d both regret later on.
“It was nothing but a mistake. You know it as well as I do.” Quinn paused, took a deep breath, and glared straight at him, fury intact. “I’ve had enough with all of this, with you, I just… Stop trying to do the right thing! There’s no right thing left to do!”
Jesse had taken all of what she’d chosen to throw at him ever since the night of the fateful Chastity Ball, never uttering a word to hurt her back. True, their friendly relationship had suffered there, too, but how wasn’t it supposed to?
Remorse didn’t keep her from remembering the look on his face when she’d exploded at him.
“What do you want me to admit? That you’re crazy? That you’re going to get sick?” Quinn inquired, somewhat irritated. It was lucky there were no people around-she couldn’t have stood the staring.
Jesse swallowed hard, and she watched-transfixed-as raindrops pelted him. “That it wasn’t a mistake. Us. Who we were, what we did.” His words were cut abruptly, his tone almost pleading. “It didn’t feel like a mistake to me.”
Quinn opened her mouth, shut it again, then paused. He was-Was Jesse actually hurt? She shook her head. “I’m not… I’m sorry. I never should have said that,” she started, as he crossed the few meters and sat himself by her side. He was shivering, but he met her eye briefly, encouraging her to go on.
She cleared her throat awkwardly, fumbling to turn up the heater. Jesse heaved a sigh and closed his eyes. This was a turning point, for them, for all that was to come.
“You’re having my baby,” he breathed, and there was a hint of happiness there. At least one of them wasn’t as freaked out.
"Mr. Schuester? I'm here to audition for Glee Club." The slightly older-yet handsome-man, arched both eyebrows at her words, but nodded nonetheless. Everybody got to audition for New Directions, in his books.
It was sort of hard to sing a duet without a partner, but she'd just focus on singing her solo parts.
"As the world keeps spinning 'round, you hold me; right here, right now..." She couldn't help but sway to the beat, keeping her eyes focused on her only audience, until a new voice joined hers and she faltered in her words.
“Lucky to have been where I have been. Lucky to be coming home again...”
And by then, it was only natural that she'd gaze instead into her partner's eyes.
“Knock knock?” Jesse stepped inside the room, directly across her line of vision. Quinn furrowed her brow slightly.
“What are you doing here?” she wanted to know.
“I came to apologize. I shouldn’t have disregarded your feelings the way I did.” Quinn sighed, but met his eyes. “And I would like for us to continue working on our… friendship.”
She would’ve had to be a really cold-hearted person to flat-out reject him.
“She’s beautiful. I can tell already.”
Quinn tried to bite back a smile as she took the sonogram from his hands.
“Yeah, I bet,” she murmured, similar proud grin tugging at their lips.
She's performing, he's watching. What he always does. A part of him fears she'll reject him if he tries to come closer, but he's not even supposed to be there in the first place. He rarely (if ever) shows up for Glee meetings.
And she's beautiful.
Quinn concentrated on the music, the words, her song, as she stood in the middle of the Glee Club room. Her fellow Gleeks all stared, none of them saying a word, something special had to be going on there for her voice to be filled with so much feeling.
A voice joined hers, melodically so, and she didn’t even have to turn to know that Jesse-their self-proclaimed ghost member-was joining her in the words only they knew how much meant.
“You’re gorgeous, Quinn. Heart, body and soul.” A deep blush took over her eternally rosy cheeks as he proclaimed, loud enough for the rest of the world to hear.
“Don’t-” she tried to stop him, flustered.
“You know you’re the only reason I’m only bothering to show up there. I want to be with you in all that I am. With both of you.”
Warning, entirely AU, heavy on the gifs after the cut.
They had been members of the same Church for all of their lives but, somehow, Jesse found himself almost unable to recognize the beautiful blonde girl standing nervously in the next room.
“That’s Quinn Fabray?” His eyes bugged out. His sister gave him a funny look.
“Get out of here, loser. I thought you went to the same school.” Joanie arched her eyebrow.
He had more than enough motivation to leave his sister’s bedroom and join their parents’ party, now.
‘Stop it,’ Quinn mouthed, biting her lip not to laugh outloud. She was a good Christian, but the man making the speech, he was…
Jesse turned his head just slightly to look at her, smile conspirationally, almost as if he knew her thoughts. It was absolutely ridiculous.
“I think you’ve known me long enough to know I’m not just playing. I care about you, Quinn.”
Quinn stared at the boy in front of her, a virtual stranger, a brave man. He wasn’t like the rest, nobody could ever be like him, and he’d shown her nothing but kindness in most of the time they’d been acquainted with each other.
Who was she not to believe him, then?
“Quinn?”
“I’m-I’m sorry. You have to leave. This-This wasn’t right.”
She turned her eyes towards the ground, unable to face him, unable to face herself. How had she thrown away all of her beliefs, all of what she’d been taught just for… for what, she didn’t exactly known.
“Don’t look like that. This wasn’t wrong, Quinn,” he whispered, giving her another chance to make it okay.
“But it was!” she cried out. “We’re not supposed to!”
“Not supposed to what? Love?” Jesse let out a humorless bark of laughter. “Who are they to know how we feel? This… You are what love is to me, Quinn.”
"You've been avoiding me," Jesse accused. Quinn froze where she was standing, her back to him. She hadn't heard him coming.
"Of course I'm not. I have a lot of things to do, I'm Head Cheerio, I'm in Honor Roll... I have a life," she snapped, annoyed at herself. She truly, really, didn't want to face him. Not until she was sure.
"Bull." Jesse was smirking when she turned around.
"Just stay away from me." And she gave him a look before turning around and running off, because he had no idea what was going on in her mind.
“I think you need me, too. I think you want this to happen almost as bad as I do,” he coaxed. Not a sound came from her room. “I’m not about to tell anybody, anything. I just think this is something we should talk about.”
Quinn felt like she could really hate him, in that moment, and with everything that had been going on in her life lately… if he didn’t just give up and leave soon, she was afraid she’d say something they’d both regret later on.
“It was nothing but a mistake. You know it as well as I do.” Quinn paused, took a deep breath, and glared straight at him, fury intact. “I’ve had enough with all of this, with you, I just… Stop trying to do the right thing! There’s no right thing left to do!”
Jesse had taken all of what she’d chosen to throw at him ever since the night of the fateful Chastity Ball, never uttering a word to hurt her back. True, their friendly relationship had suffered there, too, but how wasn’t it supposed to?
Remorse didn’t keep her from remembering the look on his face when she’d exploded at him.
“What do you want me to admit? That you’re crazy? That you’re going to get sick?” Quinn inquired, somewhat irritated. It was lucky there were no people around-she couldn’t have stood the staring.
Jesse swallowed hard, and she watched-transfixed-as raindrops pelted him. “That it wasn’t a mistake. Us. Who we were, what we did.” His words were cut abruptly, his tone almost pleading. “It didn’t feel like a mistake to me.”
Quinn opened her mouth, shut it again, then paused. He was-Was Jesse actually hurt? She shook her head. “I’m not… I’m sorry. I never should have said that,” she started, as he crossed the few meters and sat himself by her side. He was shivering, but he met her eye briefly, encouraging her to go on.
She cleared her throat awkwardly, fumbling to turn up the heater. Jesse heaved a sigh and closed his eyes. This was a turning point, for them, for all that was to come.
“You’re having my baby,” he breathed, and there was a hint of happiness there. At least one of them wasn’t as freaked out.
"Mr. Schuester? I'm here to audition for Glee Club." The slightly older-yet handsome-man, arched both eyebrows at her words, but nodded nonetheless. Everybody got to audition for New Directions, in his books.
It was sort of hard to sing a duet without a partner, but she'd just focus on singing her solo parts.
"As the world keeps spinning 'round, you hold me; right here, right now..." She couldn't help but sway to the beat, keeping her eyes focused on her only audience, until a new voice joined hers and she faltered in her words.
“Lucky to have been where I have been. Lucky to be coming home again...”
And by then, it was only natural that she'd gaze instead into her partner's eyes.
“Knock knock?” Jesse stepped inside the room, directly across her line of vision. Quinn furrowed her brow slightly.
“What are you doing here?” she wanted to know.
“I came to apologize. I shouldn’t have disregarded your feelings the way I did.” Quinn sighed, but met his eyes. “And I would like for us to continue working on our… friendship.”
She would’ve had to be a really cold-hearted person to flat-out reject him.
“She’s beautiful. I can tell already.”
Quinn tried to bite back a smile as she took the sonogram from his hands.
“Yeah, I bet,” she murmured, similar proud grin tugging at their lips.
She's performing, he's watching. What he always does. A part of him fears she'll reject him if he tries to come closer, but he's not even supposed to be there in the first place. He rarely (if ever) shows up for Glee meetings.
And she's beautiful.
Quinn concentrated on the music, the words, her song, as she stood in the middle of the Glee Club room. Her fellow Gleeks all stared, none of them saying a word, something special had to be going on there for her voice to be filled with so much feeling.
A voice joined hers, melodically so, and she didn’t even have to turn to know that Jesse-their self-proclaimed ghost member-was joining her in the words only they knew how much meant.
“You’re gorgeous, Quinn. Heart, body and soul.” A deep blush took over her eternally rosy cheeks as he proclaimed, loud enough for the rest of the world to hear.
“Don’t-” she tried to stop him, flustered.
“You know you’re the only reason I’m only bothering to show up there. I want to be with you in all that I am. With both of you.”