Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet (Fanfic)
Pairing: Quinn Fabray/Jesse St.James
Summary: He meets her after the New York fiasco.
He meets Quinn Fabray after the so called 'New York fiasco'. Which included one awkward kiss of Finn and Rachel (of course, is Quinn's bitter thought, again, is Jesse's), one major lost to New Direction and one murder attempt which included Santana Lopez screaming in Spanish.
She figures she couldn't have hit rock bottom more loudly if she tried. With the prom queen title which wasn't hers, Finn that was Rachel's, Beth that was gone.
So of course she gets Jesse St. James, in addition.
"What are you doing here? shouldn't you be licking your wounds at LA?"
For a minute he doesn't answer, and she really isn't sure why he's here. It's summer vacation and she feels as if she's drowning.
"If you'll tell me you're licking your wounds over Hudson, I may have to think you're a complete waste of time," his tone is lazy, his grin is even lazier.
"What's it to you?" she's taking a spoon to stir her latte, mostly ignoring him.
He eyes her, with that insufferable St. Jerk grin and why is here?
"You know, Grace Kelly never had to mourn a guy in her life, since she was mostly out of everyone's league."
She eyes him. His grin is unwavering.
"Pass me the sugar, will you St. Useless?"
**
For some unknown reason he spends summer vacation in Lima, and they meet and drink double lattes at the park at the outskirts of the ( miserable , Quinn thinks, pathetic , Jesse agrees) town.
"Do you still think about Rachel?" she asks, one afternoon when the sun is blazing hot and her latte has too much sugar.
"It was always Hudson. Do you still want him back?"
She laughs, a bitter sound.
"I'm not that desperate. He and Rachel can be star crossed singing lovers, I don't care. We'll just have to put up with them at glee club."
With their corny hand-holding, duet-singing romance. She sighs.
"I'll never leave this town."
And then he leans just above her, giving her his all-knowing-St.James-look and she thinks he might kiss her, and she thinks she won't object.
But then he grins.
"Come to LA with me for a week or two, I dare you, if you really want to leave," and then he steals a hair pin from her and she laughs, the yes, please goes unsaid.
**
She still tries to wear her hair in a pony-tail, out of force of habit. It makes her feel more like the old Quinn Fabray, captain of the cheerios with the high pony-tail and the high hopes.
He tugs her hair free every time though. And when she asks what are you even doing one July afternoon he (of course, she thinks) starts singing.
Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down -
She thinks of Finn singing her that awkward version of You're Having my Baby, thinks of Sam and the oddly appealing version of Baby which has faded quickly enough, and finds out that she likes this dedication best.
His kisses taste like latte, like summer air, like a promise.
She thinks it's a sign when she doesn't even want to boast about it to Rachel, to Finn, to all those who have left her.
She's content right here.
**
At September 1st, the first day of senior year, Quinn Fabray felt she found herself.
Walking down the aisle, a blue tank-top and a pair of jeans (Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams), hair loosened around her face (Just go ahead, let your hair down) she ignored Finn's look of accusation, Berry's look of horror and Santana's raised eyebrows.
Somewhere alongside her, that pervert Ben Israel was reporting to all of those losers who read his blog that Quinn Fabray spent two weeks of August in Los Angeles, with none other than Rachel Berry's former boyfriend, former enemy, one Jesse St. James.
It's the talk of the day, hell, it's the talk of the month.
In between first and second period she calls him.
"Let me guess," his tone is the lazy-all-knowing-insufferable-Jesse-tone. "That loser Ben Israel let everyone know about our summer getaway, which you told - by accident, of course - Brittany about, and now the whole school talks about Quinn Fabray."
She can't help but laugh.
"Accurate. Should I tell him you'll be back in town in two weeks?"
"Grace Kelly never told everyone about her star-crossed affairs, everyone just found out about them."
She smiles.
"I think I can work with that."
Summary: He meets her after the New York fiasco.
He meets Quinn Fabray after the so called 'New York fiasco'. Which included one awkward kiss of Finn and Rachel (of course, is Quinn's bitter thought, again, is Jesse's), one major lost to New Direction and one murder attempt which included Santana Lopez screaming in Spanish.
She figures she couldn't have hit rock bottom more loudly if she tried. With the prom queen title which wasn't hers, Finn that was Rachel's, Beth that was gone.
So of course she gets Jesse St. James, in addition.
"What are you doing here? shouldn't you be licking your wounds at LA?"
For a minute he doesn't answer, and she really isn't sure why he's here. It's summer vacation and she feels as if she's drowning.
"If you'll tell me you're licking your wounds over Hudson, I may have to think you're a complete waste of time," his tone is lazy, his grin is even lazier.
"What's it to you?" she's taking a spoon to stir her latte, mostly ignoring him.
He eyes her, with that insufferable St. Jerk grin and why is here?
"You know, Grace Kelly never had to mourn a guy in her life, since she was mostly out of everyone's league."
She eyes him. His grin is unwavering.
"Pass me the sugar, will you St. Useless?"
**
For some unknown reason he spends summer vacation in Lima, and they meet and drink double lattes at the park at the outskirts of the ( miserable , Quinn thinks, pathetic , Jesse agrees) town.
"Do you still think about Rachel?" she asks, one afternoon when the sun is blazing hot and her latte has too much sugar.
"It was always Hudson. Do you still want him back?"
She laughs, a bitter sound.
"I'm not that desperate. He and Rachel can be star crossed singing lovers, I don't care. We'll just have to put up with them at glee club."
With their corny hand-holding, duet-singing romance. She sighs.
"I'll never leave this town."
And then he leans just above her, giving her his all-knowing-St.James-look and she thinks he might kiss her, and she thinks she won't object.
But then he grins.
"Come to LA with me for a week or two, I dare you, if you really want to leave," and then he steals a hair pin from her and she laughs, the yes, please goes unsaid.
**
She still tries to wear her hair in a pony-tail, out of force of habit. It makes her feel more like the old Quinn Fabray, captain of the cheerios with the high pony-tail and the high hopes.
He tugs her hair free every time though. And when she asks what are you even doing one July afternoon he (of course, she thinks) starts singing.
Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down -
She thinks of Finn singing her that awkward version of You're Having my Baby, thinks of Sam and the oddly appealing version of Baby which has faded quickly enough, and finds out that she likes this dedication best.
His kisses taste like latte, like summer air, like a promise.
She thinks it's a sign when she doesn't even want to boast about it to Rachel, to Finn, to all those who have left her.
She's content right here.
**
At September 1st, the first day of senior year, Quinn Fabray felt she found herself.
Walking down the aisle, a blue tank-top and a pair of jeans (Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams), hair loosened around her face (Just go ahead, let your hair down) she ignored Finn's look of accusation, Berry's look of horror and Santana's raised eyebrows.
Somewhere alongside her, that pervert Ben Israel was reporting to all of those losers who read his blog that Quinn Fabray spent two weeks of August in Los Angeles, with none other than Rachel Berry's former boyfriend, former enemy, one Jesse St. James.
It's the talk of the day, hell, it's the talk of the month.
In between first and second period she calls him.
"Let me guess," his tone is the lazy-all-knowing-insufferable-Jesse-tone. "That loser Ben Israel let everyone know about our summer getaway, which you told - by accident, of course - Brittany about, and now the whole school talks about Quinn Fabray."
She can't help but laugh.
"Accurate. Should I tell him you'll be back in town in two weeks?"
"Grace Kelly never told everyone about her star-crossed affairs, everyone just found out about them."
She smiles.
"I think I can work with that."