Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog

[powergrapes]

Title: Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog
Fandom: Glee
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn
Spoilers: Through the first 13.
Rating: NC-17 - but a mild one, I would say.
Word Count: 6,300
Description: When Mr. Schue drags the glee kids camping, Rachel and Quinn find themselves lost in the woods.
Author's Note: Largely unbeta'd. Any resemblance to an episode of The X-files

Comments

[lifeawakening]

I think I died at the cuteness of this. The banter leading to the [attempt at murder] fall to the sex to the girlfriends. You pretty much hit the nail on the head with my ideal Faberry story. Awesome job :)

[powergrapes]

Thank you so much!

[my_winter_love]

THIS IS AMAZING

some examples of the exceptionally fuckin awesome parts

"WAKE UP TRANSAMERICA! SOMEONE IS STEALING YOUR GRAMMY!"
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"Quinn?" Rachel prompted. "This isn't a very difficult decision. It's a matter of life and death for you. Do you want to freeze?"

"Maybe it won't be so bad," Quinn replied. "I hear it's just like going to sleep."
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"Sing something. There's nothing like a stirring ballad to revitalize your soul. How about a little Julie Andrews? Perhaps a number from My Fair Lady?"
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The whole conversation between Sananta/Finn, and etcetc you get it this was awesome

[powergrapes]

Whee, sparkles! I like sparkles. And quotey comments. Thank you!

[chilipeppasbaby]

I cracked up rather hard at "Wake up, Transamerica! Someone is stealing your Grammy!" You nailed the dialogue better than most Glee fic writers I've seen, it felt really true to their characters, especially Quinn. I also loved the bit where Santana told Finn that Rachel had gotten Lyme disease and died.

[powergrapes]

Imagine Me & You love. I need to rewatch that.

Thank you for reading!

[jumptag]

KAY.

FEW THINGS.

Thank you for that title. Rachel Berry bullfrog mental image is a go. (Teehee, her cheeks look so silly all puffed out like that...)

Similarly: Rugged lumber jack/boyscout/mountain woman Quinn mental image is a go. UHHHHHHHSEXY.

Contracting lyme disease/ticks was my #1 childhood camping fear. Even above mountain lions. That fake out FREAKED ME OUT.

And then. Sweet things. I want to crawl inside of the words and take a nap. Maybe a non-naked one. Maybe. BUT ANYWAY. They're all lovely and comforting and just like feeling things.

I think that makes sense. They were lovely. I'm sleepy. And not contracting/preventing hypothermia. :\

<3

[jumptag]

P.S. You are pretty seriously banter winner. And appropriate use of bathtub touching.

[powergrapes]

Contracting lyme disease from ticks is still my #1 camping fear. I would rather be eaten by a bear.

[powergrapes]

Thank you!