Seeing is Believing (1/10)
Name: Seeing and Believing (1/10)
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Summary: I have had many adventures as an invisible man - H.G. Wells
Author's Note: SO, I've loved this book named Things Not Seen for a very long time. A very, very long time, and it's technically for teens, but it really is awesome. I'm serious. And so, I've decided to jump into the world of AU with a plot based pretty loosely on that. WITH AN EPIC, TEN PART MONSTER. I hope you like it. This first part's sort of short.
Part 1: It's Just Another Day
Quinn Fabray wakes up when her parents leave for church.
She's not exactly welcome there anymore - having a baby out of wedlock kind of ruins your reputation with somewhat insanely evangelistic Christians, and putting it up for adoption is somehow not a tally mark under the good column. It probably doesn't help that at least three of her closest friends were gay, if there weren't more gays just lurking in the mist in glee these days. And another strike probably occurs with the realization that her closest friend had two gay dads.
But it's all pretty much a moot point, because it's not like Quinn wants to be where she's not accepted. Which, okay, mildly hypocritical because her parents barely speak to her, but they didn't before anyway.
On days like this, she'd maybe go over to Santana's and work on the choreography of a Cheerios routine - she had rejoined the minute she had a chance, because it would look good on her college applications and she was actually good at it, or maybe go over to Rachel's and work on glee stuff - she'd been named co-captain when Finn had proven to be an ineffective leader (Rachel's words).
She finally decides on going to Rachel's because the girl had said something about a new movie she had gotten that she insisted Quinn needed to see - something called The Bermudez Triangle, or something like that. A year ago, she would laugh if someone had said she'd be going over to Rachel Berry's to hang out and watch a movie and probably eat an excessive amount of cookies (Quinn didn't care too much about Coach's eating guide), but Rachel had somehow moved into a prominent place in Quinn's life swiftly and with surprising ease, and cemented herself as Quinn's best friend when she handed Quinn a large bag of Jolly Ranchers a few days after Caroline's (that's what Jack and Sierra, the adoptive couple, had named her) birth and told her to, "get out of the bed and learn the dance routine to Thriller with me."
Admittedly, not the best way to handle someone reeling from having just given birth to a human being and seriously considering whether they had done the right thing, but it had worked, and now Quinn knew the Thriller dance routine as well as anyone ever could.
She just goes in the clothes she had slept in, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, throws her hair up in a bun and walks out the door, not especially caring that she leaves it unlocked.
Making the familiar drive over to the Berrys is sort of an unconscious thing. She doesn't need to think about it anymore, since she's gone there so often - she had actually lived there for a good month or two after Caroline (she referenced time in her head like that, before Caroline and after Caroline), in between moving out of Puck's and moving into her parents'.
It was strange to think that her life had worked out so well AC (after Caroline, catch up). She and Puck had never really tried a relationship, not for lack of want on Puck's part, and that was okay. They were still good friends, but Quinn had never loved him. Maybe had a crush on him that fluctuated in size constantly, but it had never been quite enough for her to really want to be with him the way he did her.
She and Finn had made up maybe two months after he had found out that Puck was the father, probably because of Rachel endlessly bothering him about it. It was nice, having two guys who weren't after her constantly on her side, completely willing to drive her home if she got a little tipsy at a party (which had been only three times, and somehow Puck hadn't even tried to kiss her on the cheek, so score).
But the biggest addition to her life was somehow Rachel, still. Her life may as well have revolved around the girl, in a scary, exciting way. Her life probably wouldn't even be a life without Rachel, the way she just lights up Quinn's life and rooms like she's a really bright lamp or something.
And Quinn was in love with her.
It was an almost anti-climatic realization, figuring out her feelings for Rachel Berry. She had just woken up one day and all those weird feelings she had whenever Rachel was dancing around and her skirt (thankfully not argyle; Quinn had made it an initiative to at least make some headway in Rachel's clothing choices, aided by Kurt) would flip up, or when Rachel would take her hand to lead her somewhere (she was always dragging people around like that) had just coalesced into love. It was strange, sure, to think that she was somehow gay for Rachel Berry, but she had gotten used to the idea quickly enough. She didn't tell anyone, really, except for Brittany in an accidental confession (it had been one of those times she had gotten tipsy and Finn had driven her home), but it wasn't because she wasn't comfortable with it, just that it was something she didn't feel like just announcing to the world.
It hurt like hell, sometimes, watching Rachel with Finn or whoever (for a girl who was supposed to be the bottom of the totem pole, she sure did get a lot of guys), but it was okay most of the time, just kind of there, hovering in the back of her mind as Rachel set her head on her shoulder or something.
Her being in love with a girl could also probably not go well with her old friends at Lima Christian Friends Church.
She's distracted when a squirrel runs out in front of her car, and stops right in the middle of the road, nibbling on an acorn. It occurs to her how sad it is that even the squirrels in this town were dumb, but she doesn't do anything but patiently waits until the squirrel gets over its bad self and finally crosses the damn road. She starts going again, before her phone trills from her pocket.
She pulls it out, eagerly flipping it open before holding it in front of her, half paying attention to the road. It's Rachel, already talking away even though Quinn doesn't have it against her ear.
"-it is perfectly acceptable for you to come over today, Quinn," Rachel says breathlessly, and Quinn momentarily wonders if she should ask what the first, obviously long-winded part of the sentence was, but doesn't because it's probably long and unnecessary.
"Well, good, because I'm already on my way over," Quinn says, giggling a little when Rachel sighs.
"Quinn, you need to stop assuming things. You know what they say about..."
Quinn decides to just let Rachel talk, zoning out and just listening to the girl talking.
Until she literally screams and drops the phone and in her panic drives herself straight into a telephone pole. The airbag is in her face immediately, knocking her head back against the headrest and igniting an immediate ache behind her eyes before she pushes her door open and unbuckles, falling out onto the sidewalk and hitting her knees hard, almost crawling away from her car, her hands shaking.
She feels a warm rush on her head and reaches up to feel blood. She pulls her hand away and looks at it, only to see blood floating in midair, rolling down an invisible surface, her mind flashing back to watching the wheel turn and no hands on it to do so.
Quinn Fabray is invisible.
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Summary: I have had many adventures as an invisible man - H.G. Wells
Author's Note: SO, I've loved this book named Things Not Seen for a very long time. A very, very long time, and it's technically for teens, but it really is awesome. I'm serious. And so, I've decided to jump into the world of AU with a plot based pretty loosely on that. WITH AN EPIC, TEN PART MONSTER. I hope you like it. This first part's sort of short.
Part 1: It's Just Another Day
Quinn Fabray wakes up when her parents leave for church.
She's not exactly welcome there anymore - having a baby out of wedlock kind of ruins your reputation with somewhat insanely evangelistic Christians, and putting it up for adoption is somehow not a tally mark under the good column. It probably doesn't help that at least three of her closest friends were gay, if there weren't more gays just lurking in the mist in glee these days. And another strike probably occurs with the realization that her closest friend had two gay dads.
But it's all pretty much a moot point, because it's not like Quinn wants to be where she's not accepted. Which, okay, mildly hypocritical because her parents barely speak to her, but they didn't before anyway.
On days like this, she'd maybe go over to Santana's and work on the choreography of a Cheerios routine - she had rejoined the minute she had a chance, because it would look good on her college applications and she was actually good at it, or maybe go over to Rachel's and work on glee stuff - she'd been named co-captain when Finn had proven to be an ineffective leader (Rachel's words).
She finally decides on going to Rachel's because the girl had said something about a new movie she had gotten that she insisted Quinn needed to see - something called The Bermudez Triangle, or something like that. A year ago, she would laugh if someone had said she'd be going over to Rachel Berry's to hang out and watch a movie and probably eat an excessive amount of cookies (Quinn didn't care too much about Coach's eating guide), but Rachel had somehow moved into a prominent place in Quinn's life swiftly and with surprising ease, and cemented herself as Quinn's best friend when she handed Quinn a large bag of Jolly Ranchers a few days after Caroline's (that's what Jack and Sierra, the adoptive couple, had named her) birth and told her to, "get out of the bed and learn the dance routine to Thriller with me."
Admittedly, not the best way to handle someone reeling from having just given birth to a human being and seriously considering whether they had done the right thing, but it had worked, and now Quinn knew the Thriller dance routine as well as anyone ever could.
She just goes in the clothes she had slept in, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, throws her hair up in a bun and walks out the door, not especially caring that she leaves it unlocked.
Making the familiar drive over to the Berrys is sort of an unconscious thing. She doesn't need to think about it anymore, since she's gone there so often - she had actually lived there for a good month or two after Caroline (she referenced time in her head like that, before Caroline and after Caroline), in between moving out of Puck's and moving into her parents'.
It was strange to think that her life had worked out so well AC (after Caroline, catch up). She and Puck had never really tried a relationship, not for lack of want on Puck's part, and that was okay. They were still good friends, but Quinn had never loved him. Maybe had a crush on him that fluctuated in size constantly, but it had never been quite enough for her to really want to be with him the way he did her.
She and Finn had made up maybe two months after he had found out that Puck was the father, probably because of Rachel endlessly bothering him about it. It was nice, having two guys who weren't after her constantly on her side, completely willing to drive her home if she got a little tipsy at a party (which had been only three times, and somehow Puck hadn't even tried to kiss her on the cheek, so score).
But the biggest addition to her life was somehow Rachel, still. Her life may as well have revolved around the girl, in a scary, exciting way. Her life probably wouldn't even be a life without Rachel, the way she just lights up Quinn's life and rooms like she's a really bright lamp or something.
And Quinn was in love with her.
It was an almost anti-climatic realization, figuring out her feelings for Rachel Berry. She had just woken up one day and all those weird feelings she had whenever Rachel was dancing around and her skirt (thankfully not argyle; Quinn had made it an initiative to at least make some headway in Rachel's clothing choices, aided by Kurt) would flip up, or when Rachel would take her hand to lead her somewhere (she was always dragging people around like that) had just coalesced into love. It was strange, sure, to think that she was somehow gay for Rachel Berry, but she had gotten used to the idea quickly enough. She didn't tell anyone, really, except for Brittany in an accidental confession (it had been one of those times she had gotten tipsy and Finn had driven her home), but it wasn't because she wasn't comfortable with it, just that it was something she didn't feel like just announcing to the world.
It hurt like hell, sometimes, watching Rachel with Finn or whoever (for a girl who was supposed to be the bottom of the totem pole, she sure did get a lot of guys), but it was okay most of the time, just kind of there, hovering in the back of her mind as Rachel set her head on her shoulder or something.
Her being in love with a girl could also probably not go well with her old friends at Lima Christian Friends Church.
She's distracted when a squirrel runs out in front of her car, and stops right in the middle of the road, nibbling on an acorn. It occurs to her how sad it is that even the squirrels in this town were dumb, but she doesn't do anything but patiently waits until the squirrel gets over its bad self and finally crosses the damn road. She starts going again, before her phone trills from her pocket.
She pulls it out, eagerly flipping it open before holding it in front of her, half paying attention to the road. It's Rachel, already talking away even though Quinn doesn't have it against her ear.
"-it is perfectly acceptable for you to come over today, Quinn," Rachel says breathlessly, and Quinn momentarily wonders if she should ask what the first, obviously long-winded part of the sentence was, but doesn't because it's probably long and unnecessary.
"Well, good, because I'm already on my way over," Quinn says, giggling a little when Rachel sighs.
"Quinn, you need to stop assuming things. You know what they say about..."
Quinn decides to just let Rachel talk, zoning out and just listening to the girl talking.
Until she literally screams and drops the phone and in her panic drives herself straight into a telephone pole. The airbag is in her face immediately, knocking her head back against the headrest and igniting an immediate ache behind her eyes before she pushes her door open and unbuckles, falling out onto the sidewalk and hitting her knees hard, almost crawling away from her car, her hands shaking.
She feels a warm rush on her head and reaches up to feel blood. She pulls her hand away and looks at it, only to see blood floating in midair, rolling down an invisible surface, her mind flashing back to watching the wheel turn and no hands on it to do so.
Quinn Fabray is invisible.