Breath Against The Glass Interlude
Title: Breath Against The Glass
Author: Alex Foster
Word Count: 27,000+
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Contains: Alcohol and drug use, underage characters (late teens), mild sexual situations, a few derogatory and misogynist terms (not prevalent), original characters, descriptions of body piercing, no character bashing.
Summary: Quinn reluctantly agrees to help Rachel get in touch with her inner rebel to prepare for a stage role. What follows is a series of weekends and late nights as both are pulled into each other's world. Season 3 AU. Punk!Quinn Accomplished!Rachel.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by FOX. Song lyrics belong to their respected writer/singers and record companies. No money is being made and no infringement is intended.
Interlude
Santana’s words, though delivered in anger, had truth in them. It was time to stop playing. In life and in acting drastic action was required at times. When faced with the unknown, or the feared, it was sometimes necessary to jump in with both feet.
This was what I was taught and how I have gone about creating my characters. Now my character was going to have to give a little back to me. It was essential I cross this one last boundary if I was to get what I wanted.
I just hoped it didn’t send me on a dark spiral that so many young starlets have fallen down leaving me washed up on the banks of the Doctor Drew’s Institute for Drug and Sex Addiction.
Confident that Sir Laurence Olivier would understand even if my fathers did not, I drove my mechanically sound car toward the lower side of Lima’s suburbs.
Granted it did look different during the daylight. The homes didn’t seem as scary or like they housed murders and pedophiles. In fact I saw several faces from around the halls of McKinley walking home from school with backpacks slung over their shoulders.
What wonders, I thought. I had unsavory connections all this time and never knew.
It was hard to find due to a lack of address and only my memory of the first night in Quinn’s car to go on - I’d had other things on my mind that night - but after going down several dead ends I found the correct home. Pulling into the driveway as Quinn had done, I studied all the blinds and curtains belonging to street facing windows in the houses around me. None moved to spy on me and I didn’t see any dark vans like the police used in procedural dramas.
Making sure I had all my self-defense items, I left my car locked and with the alarm set. A dog barked several doors down and I nearly jumped back inside.
I took a deep breath, centered myself, and found my character. She was strong and confident and had probably done this sort of thing all the time. In fact I was sure she had.
Using Quinn as inspiration, I followed the little path around the garage as she had done. I knocked on the apartment door and when Isaac cracked it open I said, "I wish to make a transaction."
It took a second for realization to dawn on his face. "Oh, it’s the uncool friend. So glad you came back." Regardless he opened the door fully. "Come in."
"You should know I am armed with pepper spray and I have concealed on my person a quite loud and shrill rape alarm."
"Good for you. Come in."
He was dressed in green scrubs and barefoot. On the tv was one of those combat games Finn always had a preference for. The screen was red with the word 'dead' flashing over and over. It was not very comforting.
"Wait!"
Isaac stopped halfway to his product cabinet and looked back, confused.
"Perhaps you should lift your shirt."
He blinked. "Do I need to get my rape alarm?"
"So I know you aren’t wired," I explained. "Before any incriminating words are spoken."
"Why would I be wearing a wire? You would."
I scoffed at him. "I’m not lifting my shirt for you."
"Yeah well neither am I so I guess we both just have to deal." He smiled at his own pun. "So what do you want? Same as your friend Quinn?"
It occurred to me then that in all the cannabis research I'd done online I had failed to learn the proper terminology. I didn’t even know if there were certain name brands that I should ask for. "Um, not exactly. I need three grams please."
He laughed a little but it seemed non threatening. "Okay … Did you bring your own scale or should I just use mine?"
Had I committed some sort of drug deal faux pas by not bringing a scale? They didn’t show that on Law and Order and I had yet to finish all of The Wire. "I’ll trust yours."
He held up a little baggie and named a price. "I’ll give you the friend of Quinn discount with a small surcharge added because thanks to her you know where I am."
"That sounds both fair and reasonable."
After a few moments of just standing there, Isaac looked at me expectantly. "At some point we are going to have to trade."
"Oh money, right." I turned around so he wouldn’t see in my purse and get any ideas.
We exchanged money for merchandise and I felt a lightheaded rush. I had just bought drugs! Legal in several states yes but not this one.
Isaac frowned at me. "You don’t want a receipt, do you?"
I knew he was joking. I’m not an idiot. "No, that will be fine. Thank you. I’m sure you will make an excellent doctor one day."
"Well that’s the plan. Normally I tell customers to come back soon but … you know."
I did.
"Oh hey, Quinn’s friend."
I stopped and looked back at him.
"Be careful with that stuff there, okay? I mean it is safe and all but you don’t really seem the type."
That was part of the problem. I didn’t seem the type enough for anyone, least of all Quinn. "I will, Mr. Isaac."
Back in my car I drove around the neighborhood several times before I was sure an unmarked police car wasn’t following me. I was ready to ditch my newfound contraband at a moment’s notice.
Next I stopped at the supermarket and bought the rest of the ingredients I would need for the weekend. I had a carefully folded recipe Google provided before I deleted the search history and cleared the browser cookies. Twice. Finding a vegan equivalent hadn’t been as hard as I’d feared.
Twilight had fully settled in by the time I returned home. I kept the cannabis tucked firmly in my backpack and acted as normal around my fathers as I could. Neither of them suspected I had not only gone through what many teens felt was a right of passage but also committed a misdemeanor.
Now for the next phase of my plan.
Next Chapter
Author: Alex Foster
Word Count: 27,000+
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Contains: Alcohol and drug use, underage characters (late teens), mild sexual situations, a few derogatory and misogynist terms (not prevalent), original characters, descriptions of body piercing, no character bashing.
Summary: Quinn reluctantly agrees to help Rachel get in touch with her inner rebel to prepare for a stage role. What follows is a series of weekends and late nights as both are pulled into each other's world. Season 3 AU. Punk!Quinn Accomplished!Rachel.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by FOX. Song lyrics belong to their respected writer/singers and record companies. No money is being made and no infringement is intended.
Interlude
Santana’s words, though delivered in anger, had truth in them. It was time to stop playing. In life and in acting drastic action was required at times. When faced with the unknown, or the feared, it was sometimes necessary to jump in with both feet.
This was what I was taught and how I have gone about creating my characters. Now my character was going to have to give a little back to me. It was essential I cross this one last boundary if I was to get what I wanted.
I just hoped it didn’t send me on a dark spiral that so many young starlets have fallen down leaving me washed up on the banks of the Doctor Drew’s Institute for Drug and Sex Addiction.
Confident that Sir Laurence Olivier would understand even if my fathers did not, I drove my mechanically sound car toward the lower side of Lima’s suburbs.
Granted it did look different during the daylight. The homes didn’t seem as scary or like they housed murders and pedophiles. In fact I saw several faces from around the halls of McKinley walking home from school with backpacks slung over their shoulders.
What wonders, I thought. I had unsavory connections all this time and never knew.
It was hard to find due to a lack of address and only my memory of the first night in Quinn’s car to go on - I’d had other things on my mind that night - but after going down several dead ends I found the correct home. Pulling into the driveway as Quinn had done, I studied all the blinds and curtains belonging to street facing windows in the houses around me. None moved to spy on me and I didn’t see any dark vans like the police used in procedural dramas.
Making sure I had all my self-defense items, I left my car locked and with the alarm set. A dog barked several doors down and I nearly jumped back inside.
I took a deep breath, centered myself, and found my character. She was strong and confident and had probably done this sort of thing all the time. In fact I was sure she had.
Using Quinn as inspiration, I followed the little path around the garage as she had done. I knocked on the apartment door and when Isaac cracked it open I said, "I wish to make a transaction."
It took a second for realization to dawn on his face. "Oh, it’s the uncool friend. So glad you came back." Regardless he opened the door fully. "Come in."
"You should know I am armed with pepper spray and I have concealed on my person a quite loud and shrill rape alarm."
"Good for you. Come in."
He was dressed in green scrubs and barefoot. On the tv was one of those combat games Finn always had a preference for. The screen was red with the word 'dead' flashing over and over. It was not very comforting.
"Wait!"
Isaac stopped halfway to his product cabinet and looked back, confused.
"Perhaps you should lift your shirt."
He blinked. "Do I need to get my rape alarm?"
"So I know you aren’t wired," I explained. "Before any incriminating words are spoken."
"Why would I be wearing a wire? You would."
I scoffed at him. "I’m not lifting my shirt for you."
"Yeah well neither am I so I guess we both just have to deal." He smiled at his own pun. "So what do you want? Same as your friend Quinn?"
It occurred to me then that in all the cannabis research I'd done online I had failed to learn the proper terminology. I didn’t even know if there were certain name brands that I should ask for. "Um, not exactly. I need three grams please."
He laughed a little but it seemed non threatening. "Okay … Did you bring your own scale or should I just use mine?"
Had I committed some sort of drug deal faux pas by not bringing a scale? They didn’t show that on Law and Order and I had yet to finish all of The Wire. "I’ll trust yours."
He held up a little baggie and named a price. "I’ll give you the friend of Quinn discount with a small surcharge added because thanks to her you know where I am."
"That sounds both fair and reasonable."
After a few moments of just standing there, Isaac looked at me expectantly. "At some point we are going to have to trade."
"Oh money, right." I turned around so he wouldn’t see in my purse and get any ideas.
We exchanged money for merchandise and I felt a lightheaded rush. I had just bought drugs! Legal in several states yes but not this one.
Isaac frowned at me. "You don’t want a receipt, do you?"
I knew he was joking. I’m not an idiot. "No, that will be fine. Thank you. I’m sure you will make an excellent doctor one day."
"Well that’s the plan. Normally I tell customers to come back soon but … you know."
I did.
"Oh hey, Quinn’s friend."
I stopped and looked back at him.
"Be careful with that stuff there, okay? I mean it is safe and all but you don’t really seem the type."
That was part of the problem. I didn’t seem the type enough for anyone, least of all Quinn. "I will, Mr. Isaac."
Back in my car I drove around the neighborhood several times before I was sure an unmarked police car wasn’t following me. I was ready to ditch my newfound contraband at a moment’s notice.
Next I stopped at the supermarket and bought the rest of the ingredients I would need for the weekend. I had a carefully folded recipe Google provided before I deleted the search history and cleared the browser cookies. Twice. Finding a vegan equivalent hadn’t been as hard as I’d feared.
Twilight had fully settled in by the time I returned home. I kept the cannabis tucked firmly in my backpack and acted as normal around my fathers as I could. Neither of them suspected I had not only gone through what many teens felt was a right of passage but also committed a misdemeanor.
Now for the next phase of my plan.
Next Chapter