Fic: I'm Still Waiting For the Rain to Fall - 9/? (R/Q, PG)
Title: I’m Still Waiting For the Rain to Fall (9/?)
Author: an_an0maly
Summary: ...pour real life down on me...
Pairing: Eventual Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG to NC-17
Word Count: 2,903 / 40,000+
Spoilers: I would like to say that spoilers would probably be from the Pilot to Sectionals. After that, there might be a few smattering of references to events in the Back 9, but other than that, mainly just references to the first 13 episodes.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters unfortunately. Title belongs to Evanescence's 'Good Enough'.
Betas: grdnofevrythng for final touches in grammar, tenses, spelling etc. and gleek23 for spending her working hours online fleshing out fic ideas when she really should be working. Betas really don't get enough credit sometimes. Thanks for the continued encouragement and for lighting fires under my ass. :D
Author's Note: I'm extremely sorry again for the lateness. I've been at Comic Con. I'm hoping this part and the next that shall be updated in the next day or two, will bring you joy. :D
Previous Parts: Prologue | I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VII |
Part Nine:
~*~*~
Rachel was startled awake from a deep sleep. The first thing she noticed, aside from the heavy hand clamping down over her mouth, and the arm pinning her torso to the bed, was that it was still dark, indicating the very early hour, and that her alarm had yet to go off.
As fear suddenly set in, Rachel began to kick wildly beneath the covers, her body fighting against the restraining arm of the figure hovering above her. She let out a squeak as the face of the intruder moved closer to her own. The heavy shadows obscured any noticeable features that would allow her to determine the intruder’s identity.
“Quit moving, Berry!” Quinn whispered harshly, causing Rachel’s breath to hitch.
“Mmm?” Rachel asked her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to confirm Quinn’s identity through the hand covering her mouth.
“Shush! You’ll wake your dads,” Quinn ordered as she turned her head slightly to look at Rachel’s bedside alarm clock. 5:42 am. “I’m going to let you up, but when I do, you have exactly three minutes to get changed and pack a bag for a two-night stay. Got it?”
Rachel’s body tensed as she hesitantly nodded her head in understanding. What the hell was Quinn Fabray doing in her room in the middle of the night? She felt the pressure over her mouth and chest begin to loosen, but it suddenly tightened again and Rachel’s eyes widened in fear. Consciously, she tried to calm her beating heart and slow down her breathing, but in the stillness of her bedroom, each inhale and exhale seemed ten times louder.
“Wear jeans. It’s cold out,” Quinn suddenly whispered, her warm breath brushing over Rachel’s ear. She slowly released her grip on the brunette. Rachel watched in slight fear as Quinn checked her watch, glanced at the alarm clock, and then at her doorway. Rachel didn’t dare move a muscle.
Quinn turned back to find Rachel hadn’t even stirred. She rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. “Your time started ten seconds ago. Hurry up!” She whispered, her arms tense by her sides, her tone clearly annoyed.
When the brunette refused to move, Quinn determined Rachel was wasting precious time and groaned in frustration as she reached for the bed covers, throwing them off the reclining brunette. She quickly lunged forward toward Rachel’s legs. Her hands wrapped themselves around slim ankles and yanked, causing Rachel to squeal. Quinn ‘shushed’ her before managing to swivel Rachel’s body around so her legs hung off the side of the bed, her toes brushing the carpet beneath them.
Rachel quickly gained her senses. “What are you doing here?” She whispered sitting up on her bed, her arms crossed in defiance. Quinn’s grip on her legs had been rough and she really didn’t want to be man-handled again by the blonde towering over her. She didn’t wait for a response before she quickly pushed herself off the bed and moved across the room to her wardrobe. She wasn’t really going to pack an overnight bag, not when it was quite obvious Quinn had gone completely insane.
“Two minutes and twenty-seven seconds,” Quinn replied as she pointed at her watch. It was still dark but through a small gap between the curtains, a sliver of grey-blue sky filtered in. Quinn’s eyes had had plenty of time to adjust to the darkness but Rachel, as talented as she was, had not yet acclimated causing her to stumble and stub her toe while opening her wardrobe door.
“Sugar, honey, ice, tea. Sugar, honey, ice, tea!” Rachel whimpered as she began to hop around on her left foot while her right hand rubbed at her little toe on her right foot.
Quinn’s brow furrowed as she tried to hear what Rachel was muttering between clenched teeth. “Sugar, honey, ice - Shit?! SHIT?!” She whispered heatedly with a glare as she realized what Rachel wouldn’t say. “Oh, for crying out loud!” She whispered angrily as she moved around Rachel’s bed to the girl’s side where she forcefully shoved her back onto the mattress. Turning back to Rachel’s open wardrobe she quickly located a bag on the floor.
She unzipped it, held one side with her left hand as she began to take down a skirt, a pair of Capri pants and a pair of jeans from the hangers. She stuffed the skirt and Capri pants into the bag before turning slightly to throw the jeans at Rachel’s head.
“Hey!” Rachel exclaimed loudly, as a denim pant leg hung off the side of her face. She pulled the jeans off her head and stubbornly folded her arms across her chest again. She pouted for good measure, but the action was lost on Quinn who was already rummaging around for more clothes to throw Rachel’s way.
Quinn rolled her eyes and ignored the pouting brunette. She pulled open a drawer and blindly grabbed a handful of cotton underwear and shoved them into the bag. She picked up one more pair from the draw and lobbed it over her head back at Rachel. She didn’t look to see where it landed, instead moving to the next draw and grabbing three bras, one of which was also thrown back over her shoulder. She quickly reached for the next drawer and found a collection of knee socks. Quinn groaned at the sight as she stuffed two pairs into the bag and threw a third pair at Rachel.
“I don’t wear knee socks with my jeans, thank you very much,” Rachel retorted before throwing the balled up pair of socks at Quinn’s head. The cotton ball just bounced off Quinn’s blonde ponytail and landed on the floor. Quinn froze, turned her head slowly and glared menacingly at Rachel. Rachel’s eyes widened and her body shuffled back on the bed on instinct. Quinn quickly turned back to the selection of clothes and pulled a few tops off their hangers, many of which were stuffed unceremoniously into the bag. She turned and took a few steps toward Rachel and held out a t-shirt for her to change into.
“Geez, thank you,” Rachel said sarcastically, finally finding her backbone again. Her fingers snatched the top from Quinn’s fingertips and held it close to her chest.
Quinn smirked at the brunette. She was really enjoying torturing Rachel. It was quickly becoming her favourite pastime. “One minute and twelve seconds. Better hurry and get changed.”
Rachel sat confused for a total of two seconds. “Are you serious?” She asked as she stood up and winced as her toe throbbed from the weight. She watched as Quinn dropped the open bag on the end of her bed and began zipping it closed.
Quinn furrowed her brow before looking up at Rachel. “Of course I’m serious,” she replied as she suddenly remembered to search for Rachel’s cell phone. “Hurry up and get changed we’re leaving soon.” She left the bag zipped halfway as she headed for Rachel’s bedside table. She picked up Rachel’s iPhone, charger and without a second thought snatched up the brunette’s iPod too.
“I’m going to get my parents,” Rachel decided as she began to limp toward her door. “You’ve finally cracked, Quinn Fabray.”
“Get back here!” Quinn whispered sharply, her voice halting Rachel in her intended departure. The blonde suddenly realized she’d have to blackmail the girl in order to get her to do what she wanted. “I’ll tell them you spent that afternoon of the Invitational teaching Brittany how to play Jingle Bells instead of practicing for your exam.”
Quinn couldn’t see it as the sun was still trying to creep over the horizon, but the blood drained from Rachel’s face. Suddenly the brunette was scrambling for the clothes Quinn had chosen, even crawling along the floor for the discarded knee socks, before racing into her bathroom to get changed, sore toe quickly forgotten.
Quinn watched as Rachel closed and locked the door behind her. She felt a pang of guilt at blackmailing and essentially threatening the brunette into submission, but it wasn’t like she would really follow through with it. From what she had seen so far from the Berrys, she was determined to keep Rachel’s secrets. Aw, crap. She was getting soft.
~*~*~
They’d only been on the road for ten achingly long minutes and already Quinn had declared it the Longest Car Ride in the History of the World - capitalization definitely needed. When Rachel had finally changed and Quinn had found her a set of pajamas to take, Rachel had whined about needing to organize and pack all her facial and hair care products. Quinn had shown her an alternative to packing and with a sweeping arm, dragged all the bottles, jars and tubes toward the opening of the bag.
Rachel had looked absolutely horrified at the action and with her mouth agape, Quinn had led her out of the bathroom and to her bed where she thrust a pair of impeccably clean converse into Rachel’s lap.
They had finally made it to Quinn’s car, with hurried footsteps and a well placed hand over Rachel’s mouth. Quinn threw Rachel’s bag over the front passenger seat into the back before pushing Rachel into the car. Before closing the door, she bent over and flicked the locking mechanism on the handle of the door, enabling the child lock function. She swiftly closed the door and watched as Rachel immediately tried the handle.
With a smug smile Quinn walked around the car to the driver’s side. She slid into her seat, closed the door and clicked the seatbelt in. “Buckle up. We have a long drive.”
Rachel grumbled, then crossed her arms and pouted. Quinn just eyed the seatbelt she still hadn’t fastened.
When they finally set off, Rachel refused to talk to Quinn, which was just fine as Quinn had no intention of conversing with the brunette, unless absolutely necessary. Unfortunately, the silence didn’t last for long.
Less than one minute on the road:
“Oh my God! I’m being kidnapped!” Rachel suddenly exclaimed, her body turning in her seat to face Quinn. With her arms waving, she couldn’t help but express her disbelief. “You’re abducting me! Wait until my parents hear about this!” She continued, her voice high pitched as she poked Quinn in the arm, the blonde choosing to ignore the theatrics to carefully watch the road.
Five minutes on the road:
“I can’t believe I’ve been abducted!” She paused to throw her arms up in the air before turning her body to face the front windshield. “By Quinn Fabray of all people!” Rachel exclaimed still in disbelief over the situation. “I mean, we all thought you might have been losing a few marbles, so to speak, but to commit a crime that’s punishable by imprisonment in excess of a year is just evidence that we may need to make a quick stop over at St. Rita’s Medical Center.” Rachel suddenly settled into the passenger seat. “I’ve heard they have a great mental health clinic,” she said earnestly, turning her body toward Quinn who didn’t seem to be listening at all to what Rachel was blathering on about.
Rachel prepared to offer a very troubled, and clearly disturbed Quinn, any support she might need. “It would be remiss of me as captain of glee club, if I didn’t at least offer to accompany you to the center. I’ve heard it can be quite daunting to check one’s self in, but once they hear you attempted to kidnap me, admission might move a tad faster.” As they pulled up at a red light, Rachel reached over and placed a soothing hand on Quinn’s forearm. “The first step is admitting you have a problem.”
“Christ, Berry! I’m not kidnapping you,” she replied as she shook Rachel’s hand off her arm. It was true. She wasn’t kidnapping Rachel Berry. She had permission from Rachel’s dad to take her away for two nights. Ok, so maybe telling Rachel about the arrangement might have been a good idea, but Quinn hadn’t been sure she was going to go through with her plan until late last night and she didn’t want to give the Berry’s any excuse to doubt her or her requests in the future.
Rachel’s eyes roamed around the car briefly. “Look where we are, Quinn. Was I not just forcibly removed from my home by threat? And am I not restrained in this vehicle belonging to you?” Rachel asked pointedly, her arms crossed in defiance.
“It’s a seatbelt. The law requires you to wear one,” Quinn retorted as she carefully turned the car onto the 117 heading east.
“And the child lock?” Rachel questioned, an eyebrow raised.
“So you can’t escape. Obviously,” Quinn replied while rolling her eyes, which only set Rachel off on another tirade.
Twenty minutes on the road:
“- probably didn’t even prepare for a kidnapping. I have needs, you know?” Rachel said before she was distracted by the sign on the right hand side of the road. “Wait, wait!” She exclaimed loudly scrambling to turn around in her seat to try and look at the sign again as they sped past, but all she could see was the grey metal on the back of it. “Where are you taking me?” Rachel suddenly asked with desperation, her sad eyes looking over at Quinn.
Quinn glanced confused at Rachel’s reaction. “What?”
Rachel slowly turned back around and settled into her seat. She looked carefully at Quinn, waited a few seconds as her eyes trailed over the blonde curiously. “Why are we going south on the 65?” Rachel asked softly. She watched Quinn’s eyebrows knit together briefly.
“Because that’s one of the roads we have to take to get where we’re going?” Quinn answered, her voice lifting at the end, turning her answer into a question.
Rachel eyed her sceptically. The wheels started turning and Rachel was sure she knew exactly why Quinn had taken her prisoner. It took all the willpower she had not to excitedly reveal what she was sure was the truth behind this little road trip. Grinning, she unclenched her fists, uncrossed her arms and sunk into the car seat. She needed to mentally prepare to jump into the role of kidnapped victim at any moment.
Thirty minutes on the road:
“I have to say,” Rachel began, unable to hold in her excitement any longer. “The preparation and planning that must have gone into this little hostage situation is impressive. I’ll be sure to include a chapter about the horrifying experience in my tell-all autobiography. It might even end up in the biopic based on my life: Rachel Berry: The Untold Story of a Gold Star - narrated by her two gay dads.”
Quinn almost swerved as Rachel’s words filtered through. She wanted to laugh so hard at how wrong Rachel was, but she also had this need to see how far Rachel would take this delusion. She sat quietly because Rachel didn’t really need a response from her to continue on with her theory.
“EGOT winner Rachel Berry, reveals the true story behind her kidnapping,” Rachel suddenly announced, her right hand waving slowly in front of her as if she were reading out the headline.
“EGOT? Really?” Quinn couldn’t help but interrupt.
Rachel looked shocked that Quinn would even doubt her talent or future stardom. “I’ll have you know, my experience is extensive and growing increasingly every day. Not to mention the amazing talent I already possess. I’m going to, of course, be the youngest recipient. Currently, Barbra holds the elusive title, and she was only 28.” There was silence for a few seconds as they both let that sink in. “Oh my God!” She suddenly exclaimed. “I have less than ten years!”
Quinn slapped her forehead as Rachel began fanning herself with both hands and muttering about her five year plan.
Fifty minutes on the road:
“Seriously, Quinn. Don’t you think you’ve taken this far enough?” Rachel asked as she turned in her seat again to face the blonde.
Quinn rolled her eyes. “Do you honestly think I’ve kidnapped you as some plot to further your potential career?”
Rachel’s brow furrowed in confusion before the lines on her forehead smoothed out. “Fine...” she whined. “I knew it was too good to be true.”
Fifty-two minutes on the road:
“Are we there yet?”
“No.”
Fifty-five minutes on the road:
Rachel shifted in her seat and sighed. She glanced at Quinn out of the corner of her eye before sighing once more. She’d been sighing and shifting for a little while now - three minutes to be exact - and Quinn still hadn’t paid her any attention.
“Quinn?” Rachel softly called out, her head lolling to the side to keep her eye on Quinn.
“Mmm?” Quinn answered. She knew Rachel had been annoyingly fidgety in order to gain her attention, but they were approaching their rest stop, and she really didn’t want to miss the turn off.
“I’m bored,” Rachel announced. “And hungry.”
Quinn wanted to bash her head against the steering wheel. Why did she think this was a good idea, again? “There’s a rest stop coming up. You can eat something there.”
“I knew you hadn’t prepared for a proper abduction,” Rachel replied with a shake of her head before resting her chin in her right hand against the armrest and staring out the window at the passing scenery.
Author: an_an0maly
Summary: ...pour real life down on me...
Pairing: Eventual Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG to NC-17
Word Count: 2,903 / 40,000+
Spoilers: I would like to say that spoilers would probably be from the Pilot to Sectionals. After that, there might be a few smattering of references to events in the Back 9, but other than that, mainly just references to the first 13 episodes.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters unfortunately. Title belongs to Evanescence's 'Good Enough'.
Betas: grdnofevrythng for final touches in grammar, tenses, spelling etc. and gleek23 for spending her working hours online fleshing out fic ideas when she really should be working. Betas really don't get enough credit sometimes. Thanks for the continued encouragement and for lighting fires under my ass. :D
Author's Note: I'm extremely sorry again for the lateness. I've been at Comic Con. I'm hoping this part and the next that shall be updated in the next day or two, will bring you joy. :D
Previous Parts: Prologue | I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VII |
Part Nine:
~*~*~
Rachel was startled awake from a deep sleep. The first thing she noticed, aside from the heavy hand clamping down over her mouth, and the arm pinning her torso to the bed, was that it was still dark, indicating the very early hour, and that her alarm had yet to go off.
As fear suddenly set in, Rachel began to kick wildly beneath the covers, her body fighting against the restraining arm of the figure hovering above her. She let out a squeak as the face of the intruder moved closer to her own. The heavy shadows obscured any noticeable features that would allow her to determine the intruder’s identity.
“Quit moving, Berry!” Quinn whispered harshly, causing Rachel’s breath to hitch.
“Mmm?” Rachel asked her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to confirm Quinn’s identity through the hand covering her mouth.
“Shush! You’ll wake your dads,” Quinn ordered as she turned her head slightly to look at Rachel’s bedside alarm clock. 5:42 am. “I’m going to let you up, but when I do, you have exactly three minutes to get changed and pack a bag for a two-night stay. Got it?”
Rachel’s body tensed as she hesitantly nodded her head in understanding. What the hell was Quinn Fabray doing in her room in the middle of the night? She felt the pressure over her mouth and chest begin to loosen, but it suddenly tightened again and Rachel’s eyes widened in fear. Consciously, she tried to calm her beating heart and slow down her breathing, but in the stillness of her bedroom, each inhale and exhale seemed ten times louder.
“Wear jeans. It’s cold out,” Quinn suddenly whispered, her warm breath brushing over Rachel’s ear. She slowly released her grip on the brunette. Rachel watched in slight fear as Quinn checked her watch, glanced at the alarm clock, and then at her doorway. Rachel didn’t dare move a muscle.
Quinn turned back to find Rachel hadn’t even stirred. She rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. “Your time started ten seconds ago. Hurry up!” She whispered, her arms tense by her sides, her tone clearly annoyed.
When the brunette refused to move, Quinn determined Rachel was wasting precious time and groaned in frustration as she reached for the bed covers, throwing them off the reclining brunette. She quickly lunged forward toward Rachel’s legs. Her hands wrapped themselves around slim ankles and yanked, causing Rachel to squeal. Quinn ‘shushed’ her before managing to swivel Rachel’s body around so her legs hung off the side of the bed, her toes brushing the carpet beneath them.
Rachel quickly gained her senses. “What are you doing here?” She whispered sitting up on her bed, her arms crossed in defiance. Quinn’s grip on her legs had been rough and she really didn’t want to be man-handled again by the blonde towering over her. She didn’t wait for a response before she quickly pushed herself off the bed and moved across the room to her wardrobe. She wasn’t really going to pack an overnight bag, not when it was quite obvious Quinn had gone completely insane.
“Two minutes and twenty-seven seconds,” Quinn replied as she pointed at her watch. It was still dark but through a small gap between the curtains, a sliver of grey-blue sky filtered in. Quinn’s eyes had had plenty of time to adjust to the darkness but Rachel, as talented as she was, had not yet acclimated causing her to stumble and stub her toe while opening her wardrobe door.
“Sugar, honey, ice, tea. Sugar, honey, ice, tea!” Rachel whimpered as she began to hop around on her left foot while her right hand rubbed at her little toe on her right foot.
Quinn’s brow furrowed as she tried to hear what Rachel was muttering between clenched teeth. “Sugar, honey, ice - Shit?! SHIT?!” She whispered heatedly with a glare as she realized what Rachel wouldn’t say. “Oh, for crying out loud!” She whispered angrily as she moved around Rachel’s bed to the girl’s side where she forcefully shoved her back onto the mattress. Turning back to Rachel’s open wardrobe she quickly located a bag on the floor.
She unzipped it, held one side with her left hand as she began to take down a skirt, a pair of Capri pants and a pair of jeans from the hangers. She stuffed the skirt and Capri pants into the bag before turning slightly to throw the jeans at Rachel’s head.
“Hey!” Rachel exclaimed loudly, as a denim pant leg hung off the side of her face. She pulled the jeans off her head and stubbornly folded her arms across her chest again. She pouted for good measure, but the action was lost on Quinn who was already rummaging around for more clothes to throw Rachel’s way.
Quinn rolled her eyes and ignored the pouting brunette. She pulled open a drawer and blindly grabbed a handful of cotton underwear and shoved them into the bag. She picked up one more pair from the draw and lobbed it over her head back at Rachel. She didn’t look to see where it landed, instead moving to the next draw and grabbing three bras, one of which was also thrown back over her shoulder. She quickly reached for the next drawer and found a collection of knee socks. Quinn groaned at the sight as she stuffed two pairs into the bag and threw a third pair at Rachel.
“I don’t wear knee socks with my jeans, thank you very much,” Rachel retorted before throwing the balled up pair of socks at Quinn’s head. The cotton ball just bounced off Quinn’s blonde ponytail and landed on the floor. Quinn froze, turned her head slowly and glared menacingly at Rachel. Rachel’s eyes widened and her body shuffled back on the bed on instinct. Quinn quickly turned back to the selection of clothes and pulled a few tops off their hangers, many of which were stuffed unceremoniously into the bag. She turned and took a few steps toward Rachel and held out a t-shirt for her to change into.
“Geez, thank you,” Rachel said sarcastically, finally finding her backbone again. Her fingers snatched the top from Quinn’s fingertips and held it close to her chest.
Quinn smirked at the brunette. She was really enjoying torturing Rachel. It was quickly becoming her favourite pastime. “One minute and twelve seconds. Better hurry and get changed.”
Rachel sat confused for a total of two seconds. “Are you serious?” She asked as she stood up and winced as her toe throbbed from the weight. She watched as Quinn dropped the open bag on the end of her bed and began zipping it closed.
Quinn furrowed her brow before looking up at Rachel. “Of course I’m serious,” she replied as she suddenly remembered to search for Rachel’s cell phone. “Hurry up and get changed we’re leaving soon.” She left the bag zipped halfway as she headed for Rachel’s bedside table. She picked up Rachel’s iPhone, charger and without a second thought snatched up the brunette’s iPod too.
“I’m going to get my parents,” Rachel decided as she began to limp toward her door. “You’ve finally cracked, Quinn Fabray.”
“Get back here!” Quinn whispered sharply, her voice halting Rachel in her intended departure. The blonde suddenly realized she’d have to blackmail the girl in order to get her to do what she wanted. “I’ll tell them you spent that afternoon of the Invitational teaching Brittany how to play Jingle Bells instead of practicing for your exam.”
Quinn couldn’t see it as the sun was still trying to creep over the horizon, but the blood drained from Rachel’s face. Suddenly the brunette was scrambling for the clothes Quinn had chosen, even crawling along the floor for the discarded knee socks, before racing into her bathroom to get changed, sore toe quickly forgotten.
Quinn watched as Rachel closed and locked the door behind her. She felt a pang of guilt at blackmailing and essentially threatening the brunette into submission, but it wasn’t like she would really follow through with it. From what she had seen so far from the Berrys, she was determined to keep Rachel’s secrets. Aw, crap. She was getting soft.
~*~*~
They’d only been on the road for ten achingly long minutes and already Quinn had declared it the Longest Car Ride in the History of the World - capitalization definitely needed. When Rachel had finally changed and Quinn had found her a set of pajamas to take, Rachel had whined about needing to organize and pack all her facial and hair care products. Quinn had shown her an alternative to packing and with a sweeping arm, dragged all the bottles, jars and tubes toward the opening of the bag.
Rachel had looked absolutely horrified at the action and with her mouth agape, Quinn had led her out of the bathroom and to her bed where she thrust a pair of impeccably clean converse into Rachel’s lap.
They had finally made it to Quinn’s car, with hurried footsteps and a well placed hand over Rachel’s mouth. Quinn threw Rachel’s bag over the front passenger seat into the back before pushing Rachel into the car. Before closing the door, she bent over and flicked the locking mechanism on the handle of the door, enabling the child lock function. She swiftly closed the door and watched as Rachel immediately tried the handle.
With a smug smile Quinn walked around the car to the driver’s side. She slid into her seat, closed the door and clicked the seatbelt in. “Buckle up. We have a long drive.”
Rachel grumbled, then crossed her arms and pouted. Quinn just eyed the seatbelt she still hadn’t fastened.
When they finally set off, Rachel refused to talk to Quinn, which was just fine as Quinn had no intention of conversing with the brunette, unless absolutely necessary. Unfortunately, the silence didn’t last for long.
Less than one minute on the road:
“Oh my God! I’m being kidnapped!” Rachel suddenly exclaimed, her body turning in her seat to face Quinn. With her arms waving, she couldn’t help but express her disbelief. “You’re abducting me! Wait until my parents hear about this!” She continued, her voice high pitched as she poked Quinn in the arm, the blonde choosing to ignore the theatrics to carefully watch the road.
Five minutes on the road:
“I can’t believe I’ve been abducted!” She paused to throw her arms up in the air before turning her body to face the front windshield. “By Quinn Fabray of all people!” Rachel exclaimed still in disbelief over the situation. “I mean, we all thought you might have been losing a few marbles, so to speak, but to commit a crime that’s punishable by imprisonment in excess of a year is just evidence that we may need to make a quick stop over at St. Rita’s Medical Center.” Rachel suddenly settled into the passenger seat. “I’ve heard they have a great mental health clinic,” she said earnestly, turning her body toward Quinn who didn’t seem to be listening at all to what Rachel was blathering on about.
Rachel prepared to offer a very troubled, and clearly disturbed Quinn, any support she might need. “It would be remiss of me as captain of glee club, if I didn’t at least offer to accompany you to the center. I’ve heard it can be quite daunting to check one’s self in, but once they hear you attempted to kidnap me, admission might move a tad faster.” As they pulled up at a red light, Rachel reached over and placed a soothing hand on Quinn’s forearm. “The first step is admitting you have a problem.”
“Christ, Berry! I’m not kidnapping you,” she replied as she shook Rachel’s hand off her arm. It was true. She wasn’t kidnapping Rachel Berry. She had permission from Rachel’s dad to take her away for two nights. Ok, so maybe telling Rachel about the arrangement might have been a good idea, but Quinn hadn’t been sure she was going to go through with her plan until late last night and she didn’t want to give the Berry’s any excuse to doubt her or her requests in the future.
Rachel’s eyes roamed around the car briefly. “Look where we are, Quinn. Was I not just forcibly removed from my home by threat? And am I not restrained in this vehicle belonging to you?” Rachel asked pointedly, her arms crossed in defiance.
“It’s a seatbelt. The law requires you to wear one,” Quinn retorted as she carefully turned the car onto the 117 heading east.
“And the child lock?” Rachel questioned, an eyebrow raised.
“So you can’t escape. Obviously,” Quinn replied while rolling her eyes, which only set Rachel off on another tirade.
Twenty minutes on the road:
“- probably didn’t even prepare for a kidnapping. I have needs, you know?” Rachel said before she was distracted by the sign on the right hand side of the road. “Wait, wait!” She exclaimed loudly scrambling to turn around in her seat to try and look at the sign again as they sped past, but all she could see was the grey metal on the back of it. “Where are you taking me?” Rachel suddenly asked with desperation, her sad eyes looking over at Quinn.
Quinn glanced confused at Rachel’s reaction. “What?”
Rachel slowly turned back around and settled into her seat. She looked carefully at Quinn, waited a few seconds as her eyes trailed over the blonde curiously. “Why are we going south on the 65?” Rachel asked softly. She watched Quinn’s eyebrows knit together briefly.
“Because that’s one of the roads we have to take to get where we’re going?” Quinn answered, her voice lifting at the end, turning her answer into a question.
Rachel eyed her sceptically. The wheels started turning and Rachel was sure she knew exactly why Quinn had taken her prisoner. It took all the willpower she had not to excitedly reveal what she was sure was the truth behind this little road trip. Grinning, she unclenched her fists, uncrossed her arms and sunk into the car seat. She needed to mentally prepare to jump into the role of kidnapped victim at any moment.
Thirty minutes on the road:
“I have to say,” Rachel began, unable to hold in her excitement any longer. “The preparation and planning that must have gone into this little hostage situation is impressive. I’ll be sure to include a chapter about the horrifying experience in my tell-all autobiography. It might even end up in the biopic based on my life: Rachel Berry: The Untold Story of a Gold Star - narrated by her two gay dads.”
Quinn almost swerved as Rachel’s words filtered through. She wanted to laugh so hard at how wrong Rachel was, but she also had this need to see how far Rachel would take this delusion. She sat quietly because Rachel didn’t really need a response from her to continue on with her theory.
“EGOT winner Rachel Berry, reveals the true story behind her kidnapping,” Rachel suddenly announced, her right hand waving slowly in front of her as if she were reading out the headline.
“EGOT? Really?” Quinn couldn’t help but interrupt.
Rachel looked shocked that Quinn would even doubt her talent or future stardom. “I’ll have you know, my experience is extensive and growing increasingly every day. Not to mention the amazing talent I already possess. I’m going to, of course, be the youngest recipient. Currently, Barbra holds the elusive title, and she was only 28.” There was silence for a few seconds as they both let that sink in. “Oh my God!” She suddenly exclaimed. “I have less than ten years!”
Quinn slapped her forehead as Rachel began fanning herself with both hands and muttering about her five year plan.
Fifty minutes on the road:
“Seriously, Quinn. Don’t you think you’ve taken this far enough?” Rachel asked as she turned in her seat again to face the blonde.
Quinn rolled her eyes. “Do you honestly think I’ve kidnapped you as some plot to further your potential career?”
Rachel’s brow furrowed in confusion before the lines on her forehead smoothed out. “Fine...” she whined. “I knew it was too good to be true.”
Fifty-two minutes on the road:
“Are we there yet?”
“No.”
Fifty-five minutes on the road:
Rachel shifted in her seat and sighed. She glanced at Quinn out of the corner of her eye before sighing once more. She’d been sighing and shifting for a little while now - three minutes to be exact - and Quinn still hadn’t paid her any attention.
“Quinn?” Rachel softly called out, her head lolling to the side to keep her eye on Quinn.
“Mmm?” Quinn answered. She knew Rachel had been annoyingly fidgety in order to gain her attention, but they were approaching their rest stop, and she really didn’t want to miss the turn off.
“I’m bored,” Rachel announced. “And hungry.”
Quinn wanted to bash her head against the steering wheel. Why did she think this was a good idea, again? “There’s a rest stop coming up. You can eat something there.”
“I knew you hadn’t prepared for a proper abduction,” Rachel replied with a shake of her head before resting her chin in her right hand against the armrest and staring out the window at the passing scenery.