240 Glee Main St. (4/13)
Title: 240 Glee Main St. (4/13)
Author: pri_rage
Rating: PG -13
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn and Santana/Brittany. Mentions Finn/Quinn. Eventually/Possibly Artie/Tina, Kurt/Finn.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, just borrowing them for a bit.
Spoilers: AU Glee. No spoilers.
Word Count: 2586
POV: Quinn
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A/N: I know I said this would be their dinner out, but I decided I needed to develop Rachel and Quinn more. It was going too slow. I also added some Brittana, I realize I didn't mention their relationship much last chapter. This chapter was very fun to write, I hope you have as much fun reading it. It is also longer then previous chapters, Yay! Quinn POV
I didn't plan Rachel seeing me like that. I looked horrible with flour all over me. Also, I went upstairs so fast to avoid anyone making a comment about me and Rachel relationship. I was embarrassed enough as it was. We don't really have any sort of relationship. Besides hanging out that first day, we haven't seen each other. I mean, I have seen her running in the morning, but nobody needs to know that I go to my window everyday just to look at her beautiful body. I am not stalking her or anything. I'm a teenager and I have hormones that speak louder then my mind.
Seeing her with that cute little running shorts and a tight white tank top, all sweaty... No, I can't think that stuff. I have a boyfriend. Who also happens to be avoiding me. B and S say he is jealous of what me and Rachel have, but we don't have anything. I don't understand the fuss everybody is making about us.
That's how the food fight in the kitchen started. Me trying to convince them that Rachel is nothing to me. Yet. But I don't need to admit that to them. Rachel just... I don't know, makes me feel happy. And every time I see her smile, I feel like everything is okay. And I barely know her. So I will admit, to myself only, that I might have a crush on her.
After Rachel left, so did S and B. Now I'm in my room with too much in my mind. Sometimes I wish I could just shut down my brain. Not in a 'kill-myself' type of shut down. More like 'not-thinking-about-anything' shut down. Because I'm confused. I'm supposed to like Finn, and live the American dream or something like that. I don't mind Rachel is a girl. In fact I always thought there were more hot women then men. But nobody needs to now that. It's not that I'm a lesbian. I find guys attractive too. I guess on the Kinsey scale I would be 4.
Suddenly my thoughts are interrupted by some noise. Someone is knocking.
"Hey, Quinn, can I come in?" my mom says.
"Sure."
"Hey, hon. Are you ready to go out?"
"Yep, but I still have a few hours."
"Well, since you have free time, you should go see if Rachel is okay."
"What did you do to her now? Wait, is this some sort of plan you and the girls are making to get us together or something? Because I'm not interested in her that way. I like Finn."
"I didn't do anything. And stop being so paranoid, I'm not doing anything. She just seemed a little sad after you guys made that fabulous exit at the kitchen."
"Uh. Why should I go though? It's not like we are friends or anything."
"Quinn Elisa Fabray, stop being a chickenshit and go make friends with her. Trust me, she doesn't bite."
I start to get up and mumble stuff so my mom can't hear me.
"That is, unless you want her to. I bet she wouldn't mind" She says barely able to control her laughter.
I roll my eyes and leave my room. I stop by the kitchen to get something to eat before I leave to talk to her. I notice that my mom has already cleaned the kitchen. It's a deal we have, I cook, she cleans, and everybody is happy. With an apple in hand, I leave the house. And I could have sworn the walk to Rachel's was longer, but I barely had time to organize my thoughts. All I know is that I'm at her door. I question if I should really do this. I mean, I have enough trouble in my head without knowing her well. Before I have the time to change my mind, the door opens, and one of Rachel dads is there. He has a smirk, as if he was watching me the whole time I was standing at the door. Which was for about 10 minutes.
"Hello, sweetie. Would you like to come in? Rachel is in her room. I have a job interview, so I won't be here for a while. Brett is also not here, and I think Artie is at a friends' house. I believe her name is Tina."
Artie and Tina? I hadn't thought about it. I know her parents won't be happy, they were all excited when she was with Mike, having an Asian husband seemed like a big deal to them.
"Hello, Drie. Good luck on your job interview."
With that said I entered the Berry household, and he left. I was wondering why he was looking for a job. Rachel told me he is a fiction writer, and his novels do well enough that he doesn't need another job.
Going up the stairs, I hear her lovely voice. The reason I didn't interrupt her class with my mom earlier is because I didn't want her to stop. I could listen to her sing forever. But I notice it is muffled. By the shower.
Oh god, I have to get out of here.
No, I have to stay and be friends with her, and find out what went on with her at my house. I decide to go to her room and wait. I feel awkward at first, not knowing what to do. I decide to sit at her chair by the desk, which happens to be the furthest place from her closet. I look around and examine the room. The walls are white, with some patches of color, probably her trying to decide what color she wants to paint her room. One of them is a red that would make her room look like a motel. The other is a light green, which isn't as bad as the red. The last is a strawberry yogurt color, not my favorite. I must admit the girl have the taste of a 7 year old girl. Except with the red of course.
Before I could examine the room more, I hear the shower stop. My heart start beating fast at the thought of seeing the girl naked, or with just a towel. My thoughts are interrupted and she is here. Screaming.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I met your father at the door, and he told me to come up. I think he didn't know you were in the shower. I'm really sorry about this."
She is looking anywhere but at me. Her hair is wet and plastered all over her face. There are droplets of water in her face, arms and legs. She looked so hot.
Stop, Quinn. Focus.
"Uhm... Okay... I... Hold on while I dress. Maybe you could help me. I was thinking of wearing this plaid skirt, it is my favorite, and I have a button up that I think will look great with the skirt."
She's rambling, and is so cute. She goes in the closet and after a few minutes comes out with only her underwear, with a few outfits in her hand. It was really hard to concentrate. The girl I might have a crush on is half naked in from of me. With her wet her all over her face.
Quinn, focus. She is asking your opinion. Get it together.
"Um, it sounds good to me."
The outfit is hideous, but I'm not telling her that. She look like a kid that was dressed by her grandma. I would have expected her to have a better taste, considering she have two gay dads who have a great style. I'm not being stereotypical or anything, I have proof of their style. They are always looking good, and their furniture is beautiful. But considering the color choices to her room, I could see that they let her have whatever made her happy.
"I noticed you are painting your room."
"Yes. I have yet to decide the color. My fathers and I are going this weekend to get new furniture, because they think all my stuff looks like I'm five, even though I believe the furniture is fine, and it would be a waste of money to buy more stuff. But I want them to be happy. I am deciding the color after that. "
"Which one is your favorite?"
"The pink one, even though my fathers disagree. They told me if I painted one wall with this red, and leave the rest either white or beige, it would look great. I prefer something less intense. I find the red too strong."
"I agree with the red being to strong. I thought you were going to paint all walls red."
"No, it would look like a motel or a brothel or something like that."
"My thoughts exactly."
We both started laughing at the picture of a red room. By now she was buttoning her shirt and even though it looked ridiculous, she was still attractive.
"But I must admit your fathers idea sound good. My mother's room has a purple wall and the rest is white. It looks really nice, and it's kind of relaxing staying there."
"Are you close to your mother?" She goes to her closet and comes out with a hair dryer, puts it on top of the bed and look at me.
"We are really close. She is really accepting of my choices, and let me do what I think will make me happy. Maybe it helps that she is not really mother. I think I treat her nicely because of that."
"I know we are not really close, but what do you mean she is not really your mother? You don't have to answer me if that makes you uncomfortable. People say that I'm too much into people's business, and that I should stop being so nosy."
"No, it's fine. I don't mind talking about it. Everybody on the street knows anyway, I don't see why you can't. My birth mother and father weren't the most dedicated parents. They were the typical christian family, nice kids, church every Sunday, and that kind of stuff. We had an image outside as the perfect family, but we weren't anything like that. My parents were alcoholic, and didn't care about me. They were the most closed minded people that I knew. I couldn't even go out, because there would be guys around and they didn't trust me. About the time I was eight, my father lost his job, but the drinking didn't stop. My aunt, Carol Fabray, saw the conditions I was living. I had no food, but my parents always had their booze. She entered a process to adopt me, and I've been living with her ever since. I consider her mom, because she educated me and treated me like her daughter."
"Wow. I'm sorry you had to go through that."
"I'm okay with it now. My mom makes me see a therapist to make sure I'm alright, a friend of hers."
"I realize how hard it must be for you to tell that story. Thanks for telling me."
"Hey, no problem. It's what friends are for, right?" I said with a hope in my voice.
She gave me one the biggest smiles I've seen so far and said "Yes, friends."
I smiled back and looked at the clock. We still had time. I didn't know what to talk about anymore, and I avoided looking at her. The silent was heavy, both of us clearly uncomfortable.
I hear my phone ringing. Saved by the bell!
"Hey B, what's up?"
"Hi Quinn. Remember how I mentioned I like Santana in a more then friends kind of way?"
"Yep, what about it?"
"I'm making a move tonight. I need your help."
I notice Rachel organizing the rest of her clothing, and laying in her bed with a book.
"Um, would you mind calling me later?" I said trying to be a good guest.
"Hey, Quinn, don't worry about me. Keep talking" Rachel looks up from her book and tells me with a fake smile. I have no idea how I can tell that her smile is fake. I'm not that perceptive about people, but I just seem to read Rachel like a book.
"No, it's fine Rach." Saying her name shorter comes natural to me, and we both smile.
"No, really. Go ahead, I need to dry my hair anyway." This time she didn't smile, but she did seem okay with it. She left her book on the bed and went to the bathroom.
"Oh My God, you are at her house and you didn't tell me? Is she a good kisser?"
"Shut up, B. Just shut up." I said with a fake annoyed voice, but I bet B could notice I was smiling.
"You guys are totally hooking up. Just wait. It's so happening"
"Are you going to tell me what you need help with, or are you just calling to annoy me?"
"Okay. First I need to sit close to her tonight at dinner."
"You always do that."
"Yes, but I need you to sit close to me too"
"I always do that" My attention starts to drift to the girl now sitting on the bed. Her hair, dry and slightly curly, makes her look like a grown up, despite the mixed messaged you might get from the clothing. She looked like a girl from particular all-girl school. I got distracted by what B was saying before my mind wandered to a more dangerous place.
"And I need you to start making out with Rachel."
"What the hell, Brittany?"
"Well, now are you paying attention. Is she naked or something?"
"Sorry. What were you saying?"
"So she is naked."
"Shut up, B. She is not. Now, what is your plan to get Santana?" I notice Rachel looks up from her book with a slight smile in my direction. I smile back, and I feel butterflies in my stomach.
"...You are not listening to me again, are you? Never mind, I will just deal with it myself." And with that she hung up on me. I rolled my eyes and put the phone back in my pocket.
"I thought Santana and Brittany were together already. They sure act like it." Rachel commented while closing her book.
"Everybody thinks so. I'm pretty sure B is the only one that doesn't know that.
"So Santana knows? And she hasn't done anything about it?"
"She doesn't think that Brittany thinks this way about her. Brittany thinks like a 5 year old most of the time. She is very innocent, and Santana doesn't want to use that to her advantage. But Brittany is changing. Don't know why, how and when it happened, but she told me she is tired to be seem as a dumb person. So she has been more quiet, and only says stuff when it actually make sense to all human beings. But Santana still doesn't see her like a woman, just a little girl."
"That's a little sad. Being tired of who you are and having to change yourself so you can get the girl that you like."
"Well, who said being teenager was easy?"
Our eyes connect and there is a message in her eyes. It's overwhelming. It makes her intentions towards me clear. And now I'm scared. Because I don't want to hurt Finn and leave him for someone I barely know.
A/N: Thanks for reading. It would mean a lot if you comment, it helps me give direction to the story line, and to know how you guys are feeling about the story so far.
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Author: pri_rage
Rating: PG -13
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn and Santana/Brittany. Mentions Finn/Quinn. Eventually/Possibly Artie/Tina, Kurt/Finn.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, just borrowing them for a bit.
Spoilers: AU Glee. No spoilers.
Word Count: 2586
POV: Quinn
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A/N: I know I said this would be their dinner out, but I decided I needed to develop Rachel and Quinn more. It was going too slow. I also added some Brittana, I realize I didn't mention their relationship much last chapter. This chapter was very fun to write, I hope you have as much fun reading it. It is also longer then previous chapters, Yay! Quinn POV
I didn't plan Rachel seeing me like that. I looked horrible with flour all over me. Also, I went upstairs so fast to avoid anyone making a comment about me and Rachel relationship. I was embarrassed enough as it was. We don't really have any sort of relationship. Besides hanging out that first day, we haven't seen each other. I mean, I have seen her running in the morning, but nobody needs to know that I go to my window everyday just to look at her beautiful body. I am not stalking her or anything. I'm a teenager and I have hormones that speak louder then my mind.
Seeing her with that cute little running shorts and a tight white tank top, all sweaty... No, I can't think that stuff. I have a boyfriend. Who also happens to be avoiding me. B and S say he is jealous of what me and Rachel have, but we don't have anything. I don't understand the fuss everybody is making about us.
That's how the food fight in the kitchen started. Me trying to convince them that Rachel is nothing to me. Yet. But I don't need to admit that to them. Rachel just... I don't know, makes me feel happy. And every time I see her smile, I feel like everything is okay. And I barely know her. So I will admit, to myself only, that I might have a crush on her.
After Rachel left, so did S and B. Now I'm in my room with too much in my mind. Sometimes I wish I could just shut down my brain. Not in a 'kill-myself' type of shut down. More like 'not-thinking-about-anything' shut down. Because I'm confused. I'm supposed to like Finn, and live the American dream or something like that. I don't mind Rachel is a girl. In fact I always thought there were more hot women then men. But nobody needs to now that. It's not that I'm a lesbian. I find guys attractive too. I guess on the Kinsey scale I would be 4.
Suddenly my thoughts are interrupted by some noise. Someone is knocking.
"Hey, Quinn, can I come in?" my mom says.
"Sure."
"Hey, hon. Are you ready to go out?"
"Yep, but I still have a few hours."
"Well, since you have free time, you should go see if Rachel is okay."
"What did you do to her now? Wait, is this some sort of plan you and the girls are making to get us together or something? Because I'm not interested in her that way. I like Finn."
"I didn't do anything. And stop being so paranoid, I'm not doing anything. She just seemed a little sad after you guys made that fabulous exit at the kitchen."
"Uh. Why should I go though? It's not like we are friends or anything."
"Quinn Elisa Fabray, stop being a chickenshit and go make friends with her. Trust me, she doesn't bite."
I start to get up and mumble stuff so my mom can't hear me.
"That is, unless you want her to. I bet she wouldn't mind" She says barely able to control her laughter.
I roll my eyes and leave my room. I stop by the kitchen to get something to eat before I leave to talk to her. I notice that my mom has already cleaned the kitchen. It's a deal we have, I cook, she cleans, and everybody is happy. With an apple in hand, I leave the house. And I could have sworn the walk to Rachel's was longer, but I barely had time to organize my thoughts. All I know is that I'm at her door. I question if I should really do this. I mean, I have enough trouble in my head without knowing her well. Before I have the time to change my mind, the door opens, and one of Rachel dads is there. He has a smirk, as if he was watching me the whole time I was standing at the door. Which was for about 10 minutes.
"Hello, sweetie. Would you like to come in? Rachel is in her room. I have a job interview, so I won't be here for a while. Brett is also not here, and I think Artie is at a friends' house. I believe her name is Tina."
Artie and Tina? I hadn't thought about it. I know her parents won't be happy, they were all excited when she was with Mike, having an Asian husband seemed like a big deal to them.
"Hello, Drie. Good luck on your job interview."
With that said I entered the Berry household, and he left. I was wondering why he was looking for a job. Rachel told me he is a fiction writer, and his novels do well enough that he doesn't need another job.
Going up the stairs, I hear her lovely voice. The reason I didn't interrupt her class with my mom earlier is because I didn't want her to stop. I could listen to her sing forever. But I notice it is muffled. By the shower.
Oh god, I have to get out of here.
No, I have to stay and be friends with her, and find out what went on with her at my house. I decide to go to her room and wait. I feel awkward at first, not knowing what to do. I decide to sit at her chair by the desk, which happens to be the furthest place from her closet. I look around and examine the room. The walls are white, with some patches of color, probably her trying to decide what color she wants to paint her room. One of them is a red that would make her room look like a motel. The other is a light green, which isn't as bad as the red. The last is a strawberry yogurt color, not my favorite. I must admit the girl have the taste of a 7 year old girl. Except with the red of course.
Before I could examine the room more, I hear the shower stop. My heart start beating fast at the thought of seeing the girl naked, or with just a towel. My thoughts are interrupted and she is here. Screaming.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I met your father at the door, and he told me to come up. I think he didn't know you were in the shower. I'm really sorry about this."
She is looking anywhere but at me. Her hair is wet and plastered all over her face. There are droplets of water in her face, arms and legs. She looked so hot.
Stop, Quinn. Focus.
"Uhm... Okay... I... Hold on while I dress. Maybe you could help me. I was thinking of wearing this plaid skirt, it is my favorite, and I have a button up that I think will look great with the skirt."
She's rambling, and is so cute. She goes in the closet and after a few minutes comes out with only her underwear, with a few outfits in her hand. It was really hard to concentrate. The girl I might have a crush on is half naked in from of me. With her wet her all over her face.
Quinn, focus. She is asking your opinion. Get it together.
"Um, it sounds good to me."
The outfit is hideous, but I'm not telling her that. She look like a kid that was dressed by her grandma. I would have expected her to have a better taste, considering she have two gay dads who have a great style. I'm not being stereotypical or anything, I have proof of their style. They are always looking good, and their furniture is beautiful. But considering the color choices to her room, I could see that they let her have whatever made her happy.
"I noticed you are painting your room."
"Yes. I have yet to decide the color. My fathers and I are going this weekend to get new furniture, because they think all my stuff looks like I'm five, even though I believe the furniture is fine, and it would be a waste of money to buy more stuff. But I want them to be happy. I am deciding the color after that. "
"Which one is your favorite?"
"The pink one, even though my fathers disagree. They told me if I painted one wall with this red, and leave the rest either white or beige, it would look great. I prefer something less intense. I find the red too strong."
"I agree with the red being to strong. I thought you were going to paint all walls red."
"No, it would look like a motel or a brothel or something like that."
"My thoughts exactly."
We both started laughing at the picture of a red room. By now she was buttoning her shirt and even though it looked ridiculous, she was still attractive.
"But I must admit your fathers idea sound good. My mother's room has a purple wall and the rest is white. It looks really nice, and it's kind of relaxing staying there."
"Are you close to your mother?" She goes to her closet and comes out with a hair dryer, puts it on top of the bed and look at me.
"We are really close. She is really accepting of my choices, and let me do what I think will make me happy. Maybe it helps that she is not really mother. I think I treat her nicely because of that."
"I know we are not really close, but what do you mean she is not really your mother? You don't have to answer me if that makes you uncomfortable. People say that I'm too much into people's business, and that I should stop being so nosy."
"No, it's fine. I don't mind talking about it. Everybody on the street knows anyway, I don't see why you can't. My birth mother and father weren't the most dedicated parents. They were the typical christian family, nice kids, church every Sunday, and that kind of stuff. We had an image outside as the perfect family, but we weren't anything like that. My parents were alcoholic, and didn't care about me. They were the most closed minded people that I knew. I couldn't even go out, because there would be guys around and they didn't trust me. About the time I was eight, my father lost his job, but the drinking didn't stop. My aunt, Carol Fabray, saw the conditions I was living. I had no food, but my parents always had their booze. She entered a process to adopt me, and I've been living with her ever since. I consider her mom, because she educated me and treated me like her daughter."
"Wow. I'm sorry you had to go through that."
"I'm okay with it now. My mom makes me see a therapist to make sure I'm alright, a friend of hers."
"I realize how hard it must be for you to tell that story. Thanks for telling me."
"Hey, no problem. It's what friends are for, right?" I said with a hope in my voice.
She gave me one the biggest smiles I've seen so far and said "Yes, friends."
I smiled back and looked at the clock. We still had time. I didn't know what to talk about anymore, and I avoided looking at her. The silent was heavy, both of us clearly uncomfortable.
I hear my phone ringing. Saved by the bell!
"Hey B, what's up?"
"Hi Quinn. Remember how I mentioned I like Santana in a more then friends kind of way?"
"Yep, what about it?"
"I'm making a move tonight. I need your help."
I notice Rachel organizing the rest of her clothing, and laying in her bed with a book.
"Um, would you mind calling me later?" I said trying to be a good guest.
"Hey, Quinn, don't worry about me. Keep talking" Rachel looks up from her book and tells me with a fake smile. I have no idea how I can tell that her smile is fake. I'm not that perceptive about people, but I just seem to read Rachel like a book.
"No, it's fine Rach." Saying her name shorter comes natural to me, and we both smile.
"No, really. Go ahead, I need to dry my hair anyway." This time she didn't smile, but she did seem okay with it. She left her book on the bed and went to the bathroom.
"Oh My God, you are at her house and you didn't tell me? Is she a good kisser?"
"Shut up, B. Just shut up." I said with a fake annoyed voice, but I bet B could notice I was smiling.
"You guys are totally hooking up. Just wait. It's so happening"
"Are you going to tell me what you need help with, or are you just calling to annoy me?"
"Okay. First I need to sit close to her tonight at dinner."
"You always do that."
"Yes, but I need you to sit close to me too"
"I always do that" My attention starts to drift to the girl now sitting on the bed. Her hair, dry and slightly curly, makes her look like a grown up, despite the mixed messaged you might get from the clothing. She looked like a girl from particular all-girl school. I got distracted by what B was saying before my mind wandered to a more dangerous place.
"And I need you to start making out with Rachel."
"What the hell, Brittany?"
"Well, now are you paying attention. Is she naked or something?"
"Sorry. What were you saying?"
"So she is naked."
"Shut up, B. She is not. Now, what is your plan to get Santana?" I notice Rachel looks up from her book with a slight smile in my direction. I smile back, and I feel butterflies in my stomach.
"...You are not listening to me again, are you? Never mind, I will just deal with it myself." And with that she hung up on me. I rolled my eyes and put the phone back in my pocket.
"I thought Santana and Brittany were together already. They sure act like it." Rachel commented while closing her book.
"Everybody thinks so. I'm pretty sure B is the only one that doesn't know that.
"So Santana knows? And she hasn't done anything about it?"
"She doesn't think that Brittany thinks this way about her. Brittany thinks like a 5 year old most of the time. She is very innocent, and Santana doesn't want to use that to her advantage. But Brittany is changing. Don't know why, how and when it happened, but she told me she is tired to be seem as a dumb person. So she has been more quiet, and only says stuff when it actually make sense to all human beings. But Santana still doesn't see her like a woman, just a little girl."
"That's a little sad. Being tired of who you are and having to change yourself so you can get the girl that you like."
"Well, who said being teenager was easy?"
Our eyes connect and there is a message in her eyes. It's overwhelming. It makes her intentions towards me clear. And now I'm scared. Because I don't want to hurt Finn and leave him for someone I barely know.
A/N: Thanks for reading. It would mean a lot if you comment, it helps me give direction to the story line, and to know how you guys are feeling about the story so far.
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