fanfic: I Wanna Hold Your Hand (2/17)
Title: I Wanna Hold Your Hand (2/17)
Author: wanderinghope & thechroniclady
Pairings/Characters: Quinn/Tina
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2,640
Spoilers: none
Summary: When paired together for their winter break Glee assignment, Quinn and Tina had no idea what they were getting into.
Previous Chapters: One
Chapter Two
The next morning Tina made herself useful by helping her mother and grandmother in the kitchen, currently on Latke duty. She’d told Quinn to arrive some time in between noon and 2pm. And when one of her aunts asked her why she kept checking the clock, she told them that was why. If she seemed a little apprehensive, she didn’t mean to be. But it was a little daunting to think that she’d be hanging out with Quinn Fabray today, and having her over at her house... introducing her to her crazy, Jewish family during one of the biggest Holidays of the year.
“Tina, you’re going to burn those,” her mother called out suddenly. She jumped out of her reverie and turned off the heat. “Sorry, Ma.” She scooped out the finished Latke and piled them onto a plate full of others. Deciding she would take a bit of a break, she grabbed one without her mother seeing and left the kitchen to enjoy her snack on the stairwell.
Quinn woke up early feeling kind of anxious about going to Tina’s house. She had never been there before and it was Hanukkah and she really didn’t want to intrude but she also didn’t want to wait until the last minute to finish this project. As she waited for an appropriate hour to go over to Tina’s she surfed youtube looking for some kind of mash-up idea but she was kind of too distracted to actually pay attention.
Since that was a bust she focused on a more menial task and decided to curl her hair. It was nice that she didn’t have Cheerios practice for more than two weeks (Coach Sylvester had totally tried to schedule practices over break but Principal Figgins told her that the school would have to spend so much money a day to have the school open with the lights on, heat on, etc and it was too expensive. Quinn had never been more grateful that their principal was a penny pinching freak) and she took advantage of dressing in real clothes and doing stuff with her hair that didn’t involve a pony tail.
Finally it was around noon and she figured sooner rather than later would be better so they could just this all over with. She grabbed a granola bar as a snack and drove to Tina’s. The directions were simple. It was a small town. It would be pretty pathetic if she got lost. Knocking on the door, she prepared herself for the unexpected afternoon she was facing.
Tina was just about to head back to the kitchen when she heard a knock on the door. Figuring it was Quinn she immediately walked over to open it. “Uh, hey!” she said, trying to sound cheerful. She stepped back and motioned for Quinn to enter. “Come on in.”
Quinn cautiously stepped through, but was pretty happy to be inside actually because it was winter and really cold outside. “Um, thanks.” She noticed it smelled like they were cooking and wondered if Tina’s mom was awkwardly going to call her for lunch and then she would just have to sit there and be awkward. She honestly didn’t even know why she was feeling so weird. Hello. She was Quinn Fabray. Nothing scared here. So why was this so daunting?
“So, uh, how goes the Hanukkah preparation and stuff?” She asked as she unbuttoned her coat.
Tina held out her hand so Quinn could hand over her coat and Tina could put it in the hall closet. “It’s going pretty good. I decorated the living room and cooked some food,” she said, awkwardly, wondering if Quinn even cared or was just being polite.
“Yeah, I could tell. About the food. I could smell it,” Quinn said, still feeling kind of weird. “Smelled good,” she added on so that Tina wouldn’t think she was being rude or something. And it did smell good. Interesting. “So, anyway, where should we...?” she trailed off.
“Oh, thanks,” she replied. It took her a second to realize Quinn was wearing normal clothes and when she did, she paused to do a small double-take. It’s not like she’d never seen Quinn in normal clothes before, obviously. It had just been a while. “Uh, this way,” she said, walking back towards the kitchen.
The double take threw Quinn for a loop. Was there something wrong with the way she looked? Why was Tina looking at her funny like that? She attempted to catch a reflection as they made their way to the kitchen and when she did nothing seemed out of place. So what was wrong?! Still looking at her reflection she misstepped and stepped on the back of Tina’s foot. “Oh. Sorry...”
It was just as Tina was entering the kitchen when Quinn stepped on the back of her foot, causing her to trip and have to grab onto the counter to steady herself. Oh, and luckily for her, all activity in the kitchen ceased just for them. “Uh...” Tina turned back to look at Quinn, at a loss for words. She knew Quinn hadn’t done it on purpose, it just caught her off guard. “That’s okay.”
She turned back to her family and stepped forward. “Quinn, this is my mom, Sarah and my Bub-Grandma Ester,” she said, pointing towards the two women still working in the kitchen. “This is my Aunt Leah and Aunt Rebecca,” motioning towards the two women sitting at the kitchen table. “And that’s my Uncle David and Grandpa Abraham,” her arm stretched towards the two men sitting over in the living room. “Everyone, this is my, uh, friend from school. Quinn.”
They all waved and said hello in their own way. Well, that had been perfectly awkward.
Jesus ... except they totally didn’t believe in Jesus. Moses? Whatever the proper exclamation was here, Quinn definitely hadn’t been expecting to meet like all of Tina’s family right now. And there was no way she was going to remember any of their names. Awesome. Awkward. Quinn waved back and smiled politely. “Um, hi, nice to meet you all.” Then she just stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do at all.
Sarah walked over, taking off her apron to tap Tina lightly over the head with it. “Lucky for you. Way to get out of Latke duty,” she teased.
“Ma, please,” Tina said, annoyed.
Sarah turned to Quinn and held out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Quinn. Have you eaten yet? We have plenty of food to share, if you’re hungry. Tina,” she said, turning to her daughter sharply. “Why don’t you bring some Latke up with you to share.”
Tina turned to Quinn awkwardly. “Would you, uh, like any? I made them,” she offered, lamely.
Quinn was very amused at the exchange going on between Tina and her mother. She obviously had seen another side of Tina due to all the time they were around each other in Glee but she had never truly paid attention like this before. But to see her look annoyed was... amusing. Usually she just saw her as the shy girl at school. This afternoon was interesting already.
“Uh, sure.” Quinn didn’t know what they were but it seemed like Tina’s mother was going to give them some anyway, so might as well cut out that middle part of her politely refusing.
Tina walked over and grabbed a small plate out of the cupboard, and piling a few on. “They’re like hash browns,” she said, sensing Quinn’s apprehension. She walked over to the fridge and took out some Apple Juice. “Is juice okay? Or do you want soda? My mom only drinks diet,” she said, sending a small glare in her mother’s direction, but only receiving a smirk in return.
This just kept getting more entertaining for Quinn. She glanced between Tina and her mom, before saying, “I’ll have a diet.” Unsure why she was doing it, Quinn thought it might be a little fun to rile Tina up.
Sarah turned back to Quinn and smiled brightly, approving of her attempts to annoy her daughter further before putting her apron back on and approaching the stove.
Tina glanced back and forth between them, still glaring, and suspecting their silent alliance. She set the plate down and grabbed two cups, filling up one with juice and the other with diet coke. Managing to hold them all in her arms she walked over to Quinn.
“Okay, let’s go up to my room,” she said, walking past her to lead the way. “Later!” she called out to her family as they went back to their gossip and preparation.
Quinn waited until they were up in Tina’s room (where there appeared to be a giant poster of a woman in burlesque on the wall... which was a little weird for her) before grabbing her drink. “So, do you have any ideas?”
When Tina entered her room with Quinn right behind, her eyes were immediately drawn to the very large Dita von Teese poster she had above her bed. She hoped Quinn wouldn’t ask, because she had no explanation other than she simply liked to look at it. And that could get weird.
“Um, to be perfectly honest, I don’t. Sorry,” she said, grabbing some food and taking a bite. “Do you?”
Quinn took a sip from her cup, masking her distaste for the diet as best she could, and shook her head. Ugh, why hadn’t she taken the juice? Though it was oddly satisfying annoying Tina while simultaneously gaining approval from the other girl’s mother. “Not really.”
Tina smiled and took a seat at her desk. But not before pulling up another chair for Quinn to sit on. “You can sit here, if you like.” She would have offered her bed, but it was covered in books and clothes. Her room was kind of messy. She’d tried to organize it a bit, but this was the best she’d managed to do. And she hoped Quinn didn’t mind the smell of vanilla incense that was now practically a permanent fixture of her room.
Quinn made her way over to the chair, avoiding things on the floor as she went. Tina was definitely a lot messier than she was but somehow it seemed to fit her. Once seated she looked around a bit more and raised an eyebrow when she came across yet another lady (or maybe it was the same lady) dressed in burlesque.
“Um, so what’s with the pictures?” She could understand if it was someone classy (like Hillary Clinton... even though she was a democrat, she was still a classy lady) that Tina might want pictures around because she idolized her. But these pictures were just sexual and kind of ... kinky. Even just thinking about it made her blush. She had to order her brain to not think about what kind of stuff Tina was into.
Tina’s blush easily matched Quinn’s when she realized that she’d found another poster (a smaller one though) of Dita on the wall above her desk. “That’s, uh, Dita von Teese. She’s a burlesque performer.” The Queen of modern burlesque, but Tina figured she didn’t need to gush. “She was married to Marilyn Manson a few years back. That’s how I heard about her.” This was perfectly true, but she was now an even bigger fan of Dita than she was Marilyn.
Tina conveniently left out the part about Dita also being a fetish model. No need to get freaky.
“Oh.” Well that answered nothing. Quinn stared at the poster a few more seconds (why couldn’t she look away?!) before finally tearing her gaze off and directed it towards the computer. “Uh, anyway, maybe we should look some stuff up or something...”
Tina noticed the way Quinn’s eyes lingered on the poster, and she had a sudden thought. Deciding to get back a little bit at Quinn for teaming up with her mother to annoy her, she opened up her browser and went to Youtube. “Do you wanna see one of her performances?” What was she doing?! “There aren’t many up here, but a few decent ones.” She had them all favorited, of course.
Quinn didn’t appear to have a choice because Tina was already on youtube and clicking on one of the videos. She looked at the screen in confusion wondering what a giant martini looking thing was doing on stage. And then this Dita woman came out in the craziest bejeweled outfit she had ever seen. Quinn continued to watch, unable to take her eyes away. Until Dita started taking off her clothes. “She’s a glorified stripper? Oh my God, are those... tassels? On her... Oh my God.” This was what burlesque was? Splashing around in a giant martini? Why wasn’t she looking away?
Tina put her glass up to her mouth, pretending to take a drink, but really just using it to try and hide her silent laughter. The look on Quinn’s face was... priceless. Up until the part where Quinn called her a glorified stripper. That quickly wiped the smile off her face. Even though the video was almost done now, she stopped it just before.
“Dita von Teese is not a glorified stripper,” she said, as evenly as possible. Even though the woman herself didn’t mind being called a stripper, it still bothered Tina because she believed that she was more than that.
Quinn had no idea how Tina could say she wasn’t a stripper when what she was doing was taking her clothes off. This wasn’t like the ballet. Or even like that guy at the mall who juggled chainsaws. She was... almost naked and wet and... Quinn squeezed her eyes shut hard. “You know, I um, have to go. Yeah I forgot about this thing and yeah. We’ll meet again soon, okay?” She said, standing up quickly. “Maybe at my house next time though...”
Tina’s annoyance quickly faded to confusion. “Uh, but... you just got here. We haven’t gotten any work done.”
“Uh... well we have almost three weeks. It’ll be fine,” Quinn rationalized. Hadn’t Tina basically told her the same thing? Either way this brief experience at the Cohen-Chang residence had been enough for her. “So yeah, bye.”
Tina wondered, well she figured, it was the video that freaked her out. “Um, okay, if I promise not to show you any more Dita videos, will you at least stay so we can like, at least come up with some song ideas... or something.” They did have three weeks, but Quinn was there and she wanted to get a little work done at the very least.
“I already told you, Chang, I have this thing I forgot about. We can just like brainstorm ourselves and show each other the ideas later.” Besides, Quinn was already at the door about to turn the nob and it would just be really awkward for her to go back and sit down. “I’ll call you,” she said before escaping.
Tina sat back in her seat and watched Quinn rush out of her room. “Okay... bye,” she said, too soft for anyone to hear anyway. She was a little surprised at Quinn’s reaction, thinking that maybe getting pregnant at sixteen would have made her a little less conservative than she once was.
She shrugged and looked around her now empty room. It had been nice, having someone else up there for a change. Even though it hadn’t lasted very long. She turned to turn off her computer and join her family back downstairs. And a few hours later she had pretty much forgotten all about it as she gathered around the Menorah with her family to light the first candle.
Author: wanderinghope & thechroniclady
Pairings/Characters: Quinn/Tina
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2,640
Spoilers: none
Summary: When paired together for their winter break Glee assignment, Quinn and Tina had no idea what they were getting into.
Previous Chapters: One
Chapter Two
The next morning Tina made herself useful by helping her mother and grandmother in the kitchen, currently on Latke duty. She’d told Quinn to arrive some time in between noon and 2pm. And when one of her aunts asked her why she kept checking the clock, she told them that was why. If she seemed a little apprehensive, she didn’t mean to be. But it was a little daunting to think that she’d be hanging out with Quinn Fabray today, and having her over at her house... introducing her to her crazy, Jewish family during one of the biggest Holidays of the year.
“Tina, you’re going to burn those,” her mother called out suddenly. She jumped out of her reverie and turned off the heat. “Sorry, Ma.” She scooped out the finished Latke and piled them onto a plate full of others. Deciding she would take a bit of a break, she grabbed one without her mother seeing and left the kitchen to enjoy her snack on the stairwell.
Quinn woke up early feeling kind of anxious about going to Tina’s house. She had never been there before and it was Hanukkah and she really didn’t want to intrude but she also didn’t want to wait until the last minute to finish this project. As she waited for an appropriate hour to go over to Tina’s she surfed youtube looking for some kind of mash-up idea but she was kind of too distracted to actually pay attention.
Since that was a bust she focused on a more menial task and decided to curl her hair. It was nice that she didn’t have Cheerios practice for more than two weeks (Coach Sylvester had totally tried to schedule practices over break but Principal Figgins told her that the school would have to spend so much money a day to have the school open with the lights on, heat on, etc and it was too expensive. Quinn had never been more grateful that their principal was a penny pinching freak) and she took advantage of dressing in real clothes and doing stuff with her hair that didn’t involve a pony tail.
Finally it was around noon and she figured sooner rather than later would be better so they could just this all over with. She grabbed a granola bar as a snack and drove to Tina’s. The directions were simple. It was a small town. It would be pretty pathetic if she got lost. Knocking on the door, she prepared herself for the unexpected afternoon she was facing.
Tina was just about to head back to the kitchen when she heard a knock on the door. Figuring it was Quinn she immediately walked over to open it. “Uh, hey!” she said, trying to sound cheerful. She stepped back and motioned for Quinn to enter. “Come on in.”
Quinn cautiously stepped through, but was pretty happy to be inside actually because it was winter and really cold outside. “Um, thanks.” She noticed it smelled like they were cooking and wondered if Tina’s mom was awkwardly going to call her for lunch and then she would just have to sit there and be awkward. She honestly didn’t even know why she was feeling so weird. Hello. She was Quinn Fabray. Nothing scared here. So why was this so daunting?
“So, uh, how goes the Hanukkah preparation and stuff?” She asked as she unbuttoned her coat.
Tina held out her hand so Quinn could hand over her coat and Tina could put it in the hall closet. “It’s going pretty good. I decorated the living room and cooked some food,” she said, awkwardly, wondering if Quinn even cared or was just being polite.
“Yeah, I could tell. About the food. I could smell it,” Quinn said, still feeling kind of weird. “Smelled good,” she added on so that Tina wouldn’t think she was being rude or something. And it did smell good. Interesting. “So, anyway, where should we...?” she trailed off.
“Oh, thanks,” she replied. It took her a second to realize Quinn was wearing normal clothes and when she did, she paused to do a small double-take. It’s not like she’d never seen Quinn in normal clothes before, obviously. It had just been a while. “Uh, this way,” she said, walking back towards the kitchen.
The double take threw Quinn for a loop. Was there something wrong with the way she looked? Why was Tina looking at her funny like that? She attempted to catch a reflection as they made their way to the kitchen and when she did nothing seemed out of place. So what was wrong?! Still looking at her reflection she misstepped and stepped on the back of Tina’s foot. “Oh. Sorry...”
It was just as Tina was entering the kitchen when Quinn stepped on the back of her foot, causing her to trip and have to grab onto the counter to steady herself. Oh, and luckily for her, all activity in the kitchen ceased just for them. “Uh...” Tina turned back to look at Quinn, at a loss for words. She knew Quinn hadn’t done it on purpose, it just caught her off guard. “That’s okay.”
She turned back to her family and stepped forward. “Quinn, this is my mom, Sarah and my Bub-Grandma Ester,” she said, pointing towards the two women still working in the kitchen. “This is my Aunt Leah and Aunt Rebecca,” motioning towards the two women sitting at the kitchen table. “And that’s my Uncle David and Grandpa Abraham,” her arm stretched towards the two men sitting over in the living room. “Everyone, this is my, uh, friend from school. Quinn.”
They all waved and said hello in their own way. Well, that had been perfectly awkward.
Jesus ... except they totally didn’t believe in Jesus. Moses? Whatever the proper exclamation was here, Quinn definitely hadn’t been expecting to meet like all of Tina’s family right now. And there was no way she was going to remember any of their names. Awesome. Awkward. Quinn waved back and smiled politely. “Um, hi, nice to meet you all.” Then she just stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do at all.
Sarah walked over, taking off her apron to tap Tina lightly over the head with it. “Lucky for you. Way to get out of Latke duty,” she teased.
“Ma, please,” Tina said, annoyed.
Sarah turned to Quinn and held out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Quinn. Have you eaten yet? We have plenty of food to share, if you’re hungry. Tina,” she said, turning to her daughter sharply. “Why don’t you bring some Latke up with you to share.”
Tina turned to Quinn awkwardly. “Would you, uh, like any? I made them,” she offered, lamely.
Quinn was very amused at the exchange going on between Tina and her mother. She obviously had seen another side of Tina due to all the time they were around each other in Glee but she had never truly paid attention like this before. But to see her look annoyed was... amusing. Usually she just saw her as the shy girl at school. This afternoon was interesting already.
“Uh, sure.” Quinn didn’t know what they were but it seemed like Tina’s mother was going to give them some anyway, so might as well cut out that middle part of her politely refusing.
Tina walked over and grabbed a small plate out of the cupboard, and piling a few on. “They’re like hash browns,” she said, sensing Quinn’s apprehension. She walked over to the fridge and took out some Apple Juice. “Is juice okay? Or do you want soda? My mom only drinks diet,” she said, sending a small glare in her mother’s direction, but only receiving a smirk in return.
This just kept getting more entertaining for Quinn. She glanced between Tina and her mom, before saying, “I’ll have a diet.” Unsure why she was doing it, Quinn thought it might be a little fun to rile Tina up.
Sarah turned back to Quinn and smiled brightly, approving of her attempts to annoy her daughter further before putting her apron back on and approaching the stove.
Tina glanced back and forth between them, still glaring, and suspecting their silent alliance. She set the plate down and grabbed two cups, filling up one with juice and the other with diet coke. Managing to hold them all in her arms she walked over to Quinn.
“Okay, let’s go up to my room,” she said, walking past her to lead the way. “Later!” she called out to her family as they went back to their gossip and preparation.
Quinn waited until they were up in Tina’s room (where there appeared to be a giant poster of a woman in burlesque on the wall... which was a little weird for her) before grabbing her drink. “So, do you have any ideas?”
When Tina entered her room with Quinn right behind, her eyes were immediately drawn to the very large Dita von Teese poster she had above her bed. She hoped Quinn wouldn’t ask, because she had no explanation other than she simply liked to look at it. And that could get weird.
“Um, to be perfectly honest, I don’t. Sorry,” she said, grabbing some food and taking a bite. “Do you?”
Quinn took a sip from her cup, masking her distaste for the diet as best she could, and shook her head. Ugh, why hadn’t she taken the juice? Though it was oddly satisfying annoying Tina while simultaneously gaining approval from the other girl’s mother. “Not really.”
Tina smiled and took a seat at her desk. But not before pulling up another chair for Quinn to sit on. “You can sit here, if you like.” She would have offered her bed, but it was covered in books and clothes. Her room was kind of messy. She’d tried to organize it a bit, but this was the best she’d managed to do. And she hoped Quinn didn’t mind the smell of vanilla incense that was now practically a permanent fixture of her room.
Quinn made her way over to the chair, avoiding things on the floor as she went. Tina was definitely a lot messier than she was but somehow it seemed to fit her. Once seated she looked around a bit more and raised an eyebrow when she came across yet another lady (or maybe it was the same lady) dressed in burlesque.
“Um, so what’s with the pictures?” She could understand if it was someone classy (like Hillary Clinton... even though she was a democrat, she was still a classy lady) that Tina might want pictures around because she idolized her. But these pictures were just sexual and kind of ... kinky. Even just thinking about it made her blush. She had to order her brain to not think about what kind of stuff Tina was into.
Tina’s blush easily matched Quinn’s when she realized that she’d found another poster (a smaller one though) of Dita on the wall above her desk. “That’s, uh, Dita von Teese. She’s a burlesque performer.” The Queen of modern burlesque, but Tina figured she didn’t need to gush. “She was married to Marilyn Manson a few years back. That’s how I heard about her.” This was perfectly true, but she was now an even bigger fan of Dita than she was Marilyn.
Tina conveniently left out the part about Dita also being a fetish model. No need to get freaky.
“Oh.” Well that answered nothing. Quinn stared at the poster a few more seconds (why couldn’t she look away?!) before finally tearing her gaze off and directed it towards the computer. “Uh, anyway, maybe we should look some stuff up or something...”
Tina noticed the way Quinn’s eyes lingered on the poster, and she had a sudden thought. Deciding to get back a little bit at Quinn for teaming up with her mother to annoy her, she opened up her browser and went to Youtube. “Do you wanna see one of her performances?” What was she doing?! “There aren’t many up here, but a few decent ones.” She had them all favorited, of course.
Quinn didn’t appear to have a choice because Tina was already on youtube and clicking on one of the videos. She looked at the screen in confusion wondering what a giant martini looking thing was doing on stage. And then this Dita woman came out in the craziest bejeweled outfit she had ever seen. Quinn continued to watch, unable to take her eyes away. Until Dita started taking off her clothes. “She’s a glorified stripper? Oh my God, are those... tassels? On her... Oh my God.” This was what burlesque was? Splashing around in a giant martini? Why wasn’t she looking away?
Tina put her glass up to her mouth, pretending to take a drink, but really just using it to try and hide her silent laughter. The look on Quinn’s face was... priceless. Up until the part where Quinn called her a glorified stripper. That quickly wiped the smile off her face. Even though the video was almost done now, she stopped it just before.
“Dita von Teese is not a glorified stripper,” she said, as evenly as possible. Even though the woman herself didn’t mind being called a stripper, it still bothered Tina because she believed that she was more than that.
Quinn had no idea how Tina could say she wasn’t a stripper when what she was doing was taking her clothes off. This wasn’t like the ballet. Or even like that guy at the mall who juggled chainsaws. She was... almost naked and wet and... Quinn squeezed her eyes shut hard. “You know, I um, have to go. Yeah I forgot about this thing and yeah. We’ll meet again soon, okay?” She said, standing up quickly. “Maybe at my house next time though...”
Tina’s annoyance quickly faded to confusion. “Uh, but... you just got here. We haven’t gotten any work done.”
“Uh... well we have almost three weeks. It’ll be fine,” Quinn rationalized. Hadn’t Tina basically told her the same thing? Either way this brief experience at the Cohen-Chang residence had been enough for her. “So yeah, bye.”
Tina wondered, well she figured, it was the video that freaked her out. “Um, okay, if I promise not to show you any more Dita videos, will you at least stay so we can like, at least come up with some song ideas... or something.” They did have three weeks, but Quinn was there and she wanted to get a little work done at the very least.
“I already told you, Chang, I have this thing I forgot about. We can just like brainstorm ourselves and show each other the ideas later.” Besides, Quinn was already at the door about to turn the nob and it would just be really awkward for her to go back and sit down. “I’ll call you,” she said before escaping.
Tina sat back in her seat and watched Quinn rush out of her room. “Okay... bye,” she said, too soft for anyone to hear anyway. She was a little surprised at Quinn’s reaction, thinking that maybe getting pregnant at sixteen would have made her a little less conservative than she once was.
She shrugged and looked around her now empty room. It had been nice, having someone else up there for a change. Even though it hadn’t lasted very long. She turned to turn off her computer and join her family back downstairs. And a few hours later she had pretty much forgotten all about it as she gathered around the Menorah with her family to light the first candle.