Floral Patterns | Quinn/Rachel | G
Title: Floral Patterns
Author: lackadaisy @ somehotlazyday
Rating: G
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 1,085
Previous Part(s): Out of Place
Summary: When Finn kicks her out, Quinn moves in with Rachel.
Note: I'm trying to get back into writing again, and I love Faberry, so if anyone has any prompts, please share them. :D
Quinn wakes up to Rachel's obnoxious alarm clock. It's not even a clock, it's her ipod set to go off with this overly chipper jazzersize routine debacle. It's so startling that Quinn almost rolled out of bed onto the floor. Rachel reaches sloth like out from under her mountain of blankets and yanks the power cord out of the wall. The room is silent except for Rachel's groans and whines, the lazy kicking of her feet under the covers. A little mini tantrum at having to wake up. Quinn rolls onto her side and spectates, curious and confused at what she witnessed.
Rachel wasn't overly perky and happy in the morning. There was a moment where she wasn't smiling and sparkling. A part of Quinn knew that this must be true, and that of course Rachel wasn't always like she was at school. Rachel Berry was anti-mornings.
A moment later and Rachel threw back the covers and half-rolled, half-crawled out of bed, walking in an angry slump to the door. Her face was scrunched up and sleep glazed, too adorable for words. When she was out of the room, Quinn let herself relax. She rubbed the sleep grit out of her eyes and got of bed. Quinn was digging around in her suitcase for a change of clothes when she heard noticed Rachel re-enter the room.
“Quinn...?” Rachel mumbled at her, “It's 6am, you don't have to be awake if you don't want, I like to exercise before school.”
Quinn's eyebrows furrowed, “6am? You set your alarm for two whole hours before school starts?”
“I'm a morning person,” Rachel grumbles, still squinting blearily at her.
Quinn just laughs.
“What? Isn't it obvious?”
Quinn gathers up the clothes she'd picked out, and the bag of shampoo and soap she'd brought with her. In her indignation, Rachel starts to perk up and the sleepmonster disappears.
“So, while you're exercising, I'm gonna go shower,” Quinn said, even though Rachel was rambling about the benefits of waking up early and probably didn't even hear her.
When Quinn made it to the bathroom and locked the door behind her, she fell prey to another fit of giggles. She hid her face in her hands, trembling slightly as she tried to stay quiet. Rachel's dads slept in until the last second before driving her to school, and she didn't want to wake them. Both of them had been nothing but kind to her. Steve and Eric were their names, which they welcomed Quinn to use, because saying 'Mr. Berry' and getting two 'yes?' replies would get old after a while.
After she showered, she got dressed in the bathroom and fixed her hair, put on her make up. A few close inspections of her reflection proved that her mask was in place. She looked like the Quinn Fabray that everyone at school expected. The head cheerleader, well, ex-cheerleader...
She sighed, picking up her toiletries and her pile of dirty clothes, making her way back to Rachel's room. Before she got there she found herself stopping outside the 'guest room'. The room that could be hers, if she wanted it. Quinn awkwardly opened the door with one hand, her arms full of clothes and shampoo. The room was pretty stuffed with odds and ends, but it wasn't all that bad. It certainly was better than the garage at Quinn's parents' house. Putting anything out in the garage was like playing a dangerous game of tetris.
It was pretty open, a big window in the center of the wall opposite the door. The walls were an off white, and it reminded Quinn of Rachel's offer to paint in there. She'd painted before and it was always a hassle, she'd never tried putting up wallpaper though she'd heard that was far worse. But it'd be something new, Quinn thought. A flurry of footsteps on the stairs alerted Quinn to Rachel's presence.
“Quinn?” Rachel called softly.
“Yeah?”
Rachel came into the room and stood next to her. She smelled very much like a lawn mower. Quinn breathed through her mouth.
“So, you can see what we have to work with, do you wanna help me move all this to the storage unit this afternoon?”
Quinn shrugged, “Sure...you know it's really not that bad.”
“Yeah, we wouldn't be able to start painting right away, but, if we got it cleaned out today then we could have you moved in here by the weekend, you know...if you want to,” Rachel's voice started out casual enough, trailing off insecurely towards the end.
Quinn could tell when Rachel was fishing for affirmation. She was pretty good at spotting it because usually she was waiting for the perfect opportunity to shoot her down and crush her irritating enthusiasm. There was still a nagging urge to squash Rachel, an itch crawling beneath her skin. She was thinking of shrugging again, maybe saying something sarcastic or apathetic even.
Instead, she said, “I was thinking of wallpaper, actually.”
Rachel instantly lit up at Quinn's response, she practically glowed, “You know I've been begging my Dads to let me put wallpaper up in one of the rooms for years, but they always say 'it's too much work, we won't help you, we're not paying for it'. But now I have someone else who wants it too! What sort of a theme were you thinking of? I love floral patterns.”
Quinn bit back the laughter that welled up inside her as Rachel continued to ramble on in excitement. It always astounded her how happy Rachel could become over the simplest things. She envied that about her, how easy it was for her to be happy.
Quinn started heading back into the bedroom so she could put away her dirty clothes. Rachel followed her, still talking. It wasn't until Quinn picked up her backpack that Rachel seemed to clue in.
“Oh gosh, what time is it?”
“Umm,” Quinn looked around for the clock so she could answer her.
“It's already 7:00! I gotta shower, and make breakfast and wake up my Dad and-”
Quinn cut her off before she could freak out further, “I'll make breakfast while you shower, how bout that?”
“That's good, okay I gotta shower, I'll go-” Rachel kept talking to herself as she left the room.
Quinn sighed, grabbing her backpack and heading down to the kitchen.
Author: lackadaisy @ somehotlazyday
Rating: G
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 1,085
Previous Part(s): Out of Place
Summary: When Finn kicks her out, Quinn moves in with Rachel.
Note: I'm trying to get back into writing again, and I love Faberry, so if anyone has any prompts, please share them. :D
Quinn wakes up to Rachel's obnoxious alarm clock. It's not even a clock, it's her ipod set to go off with this overly chipper jazzersize routine debacle. It's so startling that Quinn almost rolled out of bed onto the floor. Rachel reaches sloth like out from under her mountain of blankets and yanks the power cord out of the wall. The room is silent except for Rachel's groans and whines, the lazy kicking of her feet under the covers. A little mini tantrum at having to wake up. Quinn rolls onto her side and spectates, curious and confused at what she witnessed.
Rachel wasn't overly perky and happy in the morning. There was a moment where she wasn't smiling and sparkling. A part of Quinn knew that this must be true, and that of course Rachel wasn't always like she was at school. Rachel Berry was anti-mornings.
A moment later and Rachel threw back the covers and half-rolled, half-crawled out of bed, walking in an angry slump to the door. Her face was scrunched up and sleep glazed, too adorable for words. When she was out of the room, Quinn let herself relax. She rubbed the sleep grit out of her eyes and got of bed. Quinn was digging around in her suitcase for a change of clothes when she heard noticed Rachel re-enter the room.
“Quinn...?” Rachel mumbled at her, “It's 6am, you don't have to be awake if you don't want, I like to exercise before school.”
Quinn's eyebrows furrowed, “6am? You set your alarm for two whole hours before school starts?”
“I'm a morning person,” Rachel grumbles, still squinting blearily at her.
Quinn just laughs.
“What? Isn't it obvious?”
Quinn gathers up the clothes she'd picked out, and the bag of shampoo and soap she'd brought with her. In her indignation, Rachel starts to perk up and the sleepmonster disappears.
“So, while you're exercising, I'm gonna go shower,” Quinn said, even though Rachel was rambling about the benefits of waking up early and probably didn't even hear her.
When Quinn made it to the bathroom and locked the door behind her, she fell prey to another fit of giggles. She hid her face in her hands, trembling slightly as she tried to stay quiet. Rachel's dads slept in until the last second before driving her to school, and she didn't want to wake them. Both of them had been nothing but kind to her. Steve and Eric were their names, which they welcomed Quinn to use, because saying 'Mr. Berry' and getting two 'yes?' replies would get old after a while.
After she showered, she got dressed in the bathroom and fixed her hair, put on her make up. A few close inspections of her reflection proved that her mask was in place. She looked like the Quinn Fabray that everyone at school expected. The head cheerleader, well, ex-cheerleader...
She sighed, picking up her toiletries and her pile of dirty clothes, making her way back to Rachel's room. Before she got there she found herself stopping outside the 'guest room'. The room that could be hers, if she wanted it. Quinn awkwardly opened the door with one hand, her arms full of clothes and shampoo. The room was pretty stuffed with odds and ends, but it wasn't all that bad. It certainly was better than the garage at Quinn's parents' house. Putting anything out in the garage was like playing a dangerous game of tetris.
It was pretty open, a big window in the center of the wall opposite the door. The walls were an off white, and it reminded Quinn of Rachel's offer to paint in there. She'd painted before and it was always a hassle, she'd never tried putting up wallpaper though she'd heard that was far worse. But it'd be something new, Quinn thought. A flurry of footsteps on the stairs alerted Quinn to Rachel's presence.
“Quinn?” Rachel called softly.
“Yeah?”
Rachel came into the room and stood next to her. She smelled very much like a lawn mower. Quinn breathed through her mouth.
“So, you can see what we have to work with, do you wanna help me move all this to the storage unit this afternoon?”
Quinn shrugged, “Sure...you know it's really not that bad.”
“Yeah, we wouldn't be able to start painting right away, but, if we got it cleaned out today then we could have you moved in here by the weekend, you know...if you want to,” Rachel's voice started out casual enough, trailing off insecurely towards the end.
Quinn could tell when Rachel was fishing for affirmation. She was pretty good at spotting it because usually she was waiting for the perfect opportunity to shoot her down and crush her irritating enthusiasm. There was still a nagging urge to squash Rachel, an itch crawling beneath her skin. She was thinking of shrugging again, maybe saying something sarcastic or apathetic even.
Instead, she said, “I was thinking of wallpaper, actually.”
Rachel instantly lit up at Quinn's response, she practically glowed, “You know I've been begging my Dads to let me put wallpaper up in one of the rooms for years, but they always say 'it's too much work, we won't help you, we're not paying for it'. But now I have someone else who wants it too! What sort of a theme were you thinking of? I love floral patterns.”
Quinn bit back the laughter that welled up inside her as Rachel continued to ramble on in excitement. It always astounded her how happy Rachel could become over the simplest things. She envied that about her, how easy it was for her to be happy.
Quinn started heading back into the bedroom so she could put away her dirty clothes. Rachel followed her, still talking. It wasn't until Quinn picked up her backpack that Rachel seemed to clue in.
“Oh gosh, what time is it?”
“Umm,” Quinn looked around for the clock so she could answer her.
“It's already 7:00! I gotta shower, and make breakfast and wake up my Dad and-”
Quinn cut her off before she could freak out further, “I'll make breakfast while you shower, how bout that?”
“That's good, okay I gotta shower, I'll go-” Rachel kept talking to herself as she left the room.
Quinn sighed, grabbing her backpack and heading down to the kitchen.