We might fall fast. We might fall hard (7/?) Part 1/2
Title: We might fall fast. We might fall hard (7/?)
Author: appleswithin
Rating: PG-13 (For swears)
Length: 4000+
Spoilers: Season One
Summary: How one slushy changed everything for Quinn and Rachel.
Authors Note: This is a mix of AU/canon (probably) UnBeta’d. My first fic and utter fluff.
And I don't own Glee and lots of other stuff mentioned in here.
Chapter Seven
Rachel was sitting on the bleachers overlooking the playing field. She usually only did this when she wanted to think about things, but today was different, and she was disregarding her usual Thursday morning routine because she thought this was more important. She stood up when Coach Sylvester shouted random insults and blew the whistle indicating Cheerio’s practice was finished, then she made her way down to the field.
“Santana? May I have a word with you?”
“You know Berry, just because you’re friends with Q now, doesn’t mean that we are.” The cheerleader said giving her a bored look as she shoved a towel in her bag.
“I am aware of that fact. But I would like to discuss something with you, about Quinn.”
Santana straightened up and folded her arms across her chest. “Why? What’s wrong?”
Rachel stopped herself from smiling at the taller brunette. Santana ‘I’m A Mother Fucking Badass’ Lopez had her bravado, but if there was a slight chance that someone she cared about was in trouble, then that façade she liked to keep up started to crack. “Nothing is wrong, exactly.” The Diva reassured. “But there is something not right.”
Santana relaxed. “Yeah no arguments from me. What she sees in you I don’t know.”
Rachel rolled her eyes. The Latina’s insults had become less and less hurtful, and mostly they seemed for show these days. “Regardless of your feelings towards me Santana, I know that you care for Quinn, and I want to help her.”
“Really? And how are you going to do that?”
“I have a plan. And you are an integral part of it.”
“I don’t think I like where this is going.”
“I wouldn’t normally ask, but you seem like someone who can get things done.”
“You make it sound like I’m in the mafia.” Santana quirked an eyebrow and flashed a smirk. “Fine. What do you need me to do?”
“Not now. I’ll meet you in the library later.”
“Okay, but this plan of yours better not be a waste of my time Berry.”
“It won’t be.” Rachel smiled up at her. “I guarantee you.”
Santana stepped forward and leaned down, closing in on her. “Is that so? That’s quite a promise to make; if you fail to live up to it then you might find that your extensive Broadway memorabilia will be sleeping with the fishes. Understood?”
Rachel nodded. It was very probable that the cheerleader was only joking, but she wasn’t going to risk it.
The Latina smiled and straightened up, looking over to see Brittany walking in their direction. “If you want to avoid another bear hug from B, I suggest you leave now.”
The Diva glanced over to the blonde and waved as she quickly made her getaway. It wasn’t that she was against being hugged by Brittany, but it had become such a frequent occurrence the last two days it was beginning to freak her out a little.
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She’d arranged to meet Santana in the library during her free period before lunch, and as Rachel looked around the room protectively clutching a ring-binder to her chest, she felt a little guilty for not actually using the time to study. When Santana finally arrived several minutes late and slumped into the chair next to her, she placed the folder on the table, sliding it across to the taller girl.
Santana stared at it with a frown. “What’s that?”
“It’s The Plan.”
“Right. Of course it is.” The Latina took a deep breath and opened it up. When she saw the page in front of her was practically empty, she chuckled. “This is your plan? I was expecting something with a little more detail.”
Rachel shook her head. “Santana, that’s just the title, you need to turn the page.”
Santana flipped the sheet of paper. “Oh my God, you’ve indexed it!” The cheerleader ran her finger down the list and when she got to the bottom of the page she looked over to the Diva. “You have five contingency plans? Isn’t that a bit excessive?”
“You can never have too many back-up plans, I narrowed it down to the five most likely worst case scenarios, and I have a separate folder which consists entirely of the contingency plans if you’d like to read that?”
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen, because I’m not even going to be reading this, there are thirty seven pages here and my time is precious. So why don’t you just give me the highlights of -” She turned back to the title page. “Operation: Basement Dweller Extraction. That’s not very catchy by the way.”
“It doesn’t need to be.” Rachel scowled.
“So what is my part in this?”
“You have a car, correct?”
“You want me to be the wheelman?” Santana scoffed. “If that’s all you need me for then just ask Puck.” The Latina pushed her chair back, and got up.
“I don’t trust him with this.” Rachel said hurriedly.
“And you trust me?”
“We don’t know each other very well, but Quinn trusts you.”
The cheerleader sighed, and sat back down. “Does she even know what you’re doing?”
“No.” Rachel anxiously chewed on her bottom lip for a few moments. “Do you think she’ll be angry? Am I crossing some boundary?”
“You always cross a boundary. And no, I don’t think she’ll be angry. She likes you, for whatever reason, and she likes your Dads and your house. Wait, it is your house you’re moving her into right?”
“Yes, you’d know that if you read my plan.”
“I’m not reading your plan.” Santana raised her brow and stared at her. “Give me the abridged audio version”
Rachel sighed. “Oh okay. Do you think you could convince Brittany to help?”
“That depends on what you want her to do.”
“Distract Quinn for at least two hours tomorrow.”
“That’s all? She would do that even without a plan.” The Latina picked up the folder and flicked through it. “I can’t believe you put this much effort into something as simple as getting a small amount of stuff out of a basement.”
The Diva squirmed in her seat staying quiet. Just because they weren’t close, didn’t mean Santana wasn’t aware of some of the quirks the other girl had. The silence spoke volumes. “Berry? What aren’t you telling me? You know when I said abridged I didn’t mean that you completely missed out important bits of information. So spill.”
Rachel pursed her lips and inhaled. “It isn’t just the Puckerman basement I need help with.”
“Then what else?”
“Well,” The smaller girl started, averting her eyes from the cheerleader. “I need you to understand that I in no way approve of this, but I feel like it is a necessary evil towards the greater good. And it goes against my whole moral fiber to even think about doing this-”
“I don’t want to hurt you, but if you don’t get to the point I’m going to punch you in the nose.”
Rachel went wide eyed and put her hand over her face. “I want to break into the Fabray house.” She said quickly.
Santana gave her a genuine smile. “Boo yah! Oh, I am in. You should’ve said this first. Can we trash the place?”
“No!” The Diva said taking her hand away from her nose. “This must be a covert operation. And I think that you have the necessary skills needed to get this job done right. If it wasn’t so gender specific, I’d say you had the potential for becoming a Navy SEAL.”
“I already agreed, you don’t need to flatter me.”
“It wasn’t flattery Santana. When I conceived this plan, you were the only logical choice.”
“Yeah okay. Hey, have you asked Puck how he feels about what you plan on doing?”
“Of course. He agreed when I informed him of the many possible hazards of someone sleeping in the same room as a furnace, and for the safety of his unborn child it would be best if Quinn comes to live with me.”
“I bet he was surprised when you told him it was your house she’d be moving into.”
“He was. Then he made some very inappropriate sexual comments.”
“Sounds about right.” The Latina chuckled and stood up, hovering for a second. “Can I take this?” She pointed at the plan folder. “It actually kinda sounds like fun now.”
“Certainly.” Rachel beamed. “It has all the information you will need.”
Santana nodded before walking off. The Diva smiled to herself proudly, even though there were parts of the plan that were a tad dubious, it was all coming together nicely. Phases Three and Four had just been completed, and the final Phase would begin straight after Glee tomorrow. It was actually very exciting.
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Rachel sat in between Quinn and Brittany during the Glee practice the next day, the choice of being bombarded with the weird affection from the blonde cheerleader, and being pestered by the two boys constantly was an easy decision to make.
She leaned into the pregnant girl and whispered, “It’s Friday and my turn to cook, would you like to come over for dinner again?”
Quinn’s face fell. “I can’t. B wants me to help her with her homework tonight, and I promised her I would.”
“I have something to do after Glee and won’t be starting it until at least seven, if you can make it by half past you won’t be missing anything at all.”
The blonde smiled. “I should be done by then. You know Rach; if you’re not careful I might start to automatically associate tasty food with you, or the other way around.”
Rachel frowned as she tried to work out the logistics of that sentence. “So what does that mean you’ll be eating then?”
“Uh…” Quinn laughed nervously. “I don’t know. Look, Mr. Schue is talking about something,” She said pointing at the teacher. “It’s probably very important and interesting.” She gave her a manic smile and turned her attention to the man standing in front of them.
Rachel glanced over to the other girl with a quirked eyebrow, then felt Brittany take hold of her hand. She was surrounded by confusing blondes. She mentally shrugged; at least it was better than being surrounded by competitive boys.
After the session had ended, and Quinn shouted “See you later” to her as Brittany dragged her out into the hall, Rachel and Santana stood awkwardly in the empty choir room.
“So what did you say to Jesse?”
“I told him I required your help in Spanish.”
“Sneaky.” The Latina said giving her an approving look. “Right I’m going to get changed, I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”
Rachel smiled at her. “Okay.” She picked up her sports bag after the other girl had left and she made her way to the bathroom to change into her ‘Mission Clothes’. She was feeling quite calm about this, considering she was about to commit a serious crime.
Santana was leaning against the side of the car with her hands in her pockets when she left the school, either she had taken considerably longer than she thought to get changed, or the other girl was very fast.
“Are you dressed as Kim Possible?” The cheerleader asked laughing.
“She was one of my childhood heroes, and I thought it was appropriate. We are on a Mission after all.”
“Does this mean I’m the idiotic sidekick?” Santana asked suddenly becoming serious. “Because I am no one’s goofy sidekick.”
“I don’t think anyone would ever call you that. Mostly due to the fear of what you would do to them. Really, I’d say you were probably Shego, if I had to choose a character you were most like.”
The Latina was pleased by this comparison. “Fuck yeah! Good choice Berry.”
“You realize that Shego is also a sidekick?”
“But she isn’t goofy, she’s a total badass, and she’s clearly the brains of the operation.”
“Agreed. So are you ready?”
“And willing.” The taller girl said as she grabbed Rachel’s bag, throwing it in the trunk, then got into the drivers seat. When the Diva had got into the passengers side Santana looked over to her. “So we’re going to Puck’s first right?”
“Yes. He has agreed to help with any heaving lifting, and the more people we have to help, the quicker it will be done.”
“Does he know what we’ll be doing after?”
“Oh no! The only people who will know about that are you and I. It’s best if we don’t tell Quinn, but she’ll probably work it out, and I’m hoping the Fabray’s won’t notice anything is missing. They don’t seem to be very caring or attentive parents”
“No they aren’t.” Santana laughed and turned the ignition. She took a deep breath and looked over to Rachel. “Let’s roll.”
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Author: appleswithin
Rating: PG-13 (For swears)
Length: 4000+
Spoilers: Season One
Summary: How one slushy changed everything for Quinn and Rachel.
Authors Note: This is a mix of AU/canon (probably) UnBeta’d. My first fic and utter fluff.
And I don't own Glee and lots of other stuff mentioned in here.
Chapter Seven
Rachel was sitting on the bleachers overlooking the playing field. She usually only did this when she wanted to think about things, but today was different, and she was disregarding her usual Thursday morning routine because she thought this was more important. She stood up when Coach Sylvester shouted random insults and blew the whistle indicating Cheerio’s practice was finished, then she made her way down to the field.
“Santana? May I have a word with you?”
“You know Berry, just because you’re friends with Q now, doesn’t mean that we are.” The cheerleader said giving her a bored look as she shoved a towel in her bag.
“I am aware of that fact. But I would like to discuss something with you, about Quinn.”
Santana straightened up and folded her arms across her chest. “Why? What’s wrong?”
Rachel stopped herself from smiling at the taller brunette. Santana ‘I’m A Mother Fucking Badass’ Lopez had her bravado, but if there was a slight chance that someone she cared about was in trouble, then that façade she liked to keep up started to crack. “Nothing is wrong, exactly.” The Diva reassured. “But there is something not right.”
Santana relaxed. “Yeah no arguments from me. What she sees in you I don’t know.”
Rachel rolled her eyes. The Latina’s insults had become less and less hurtful, and mostly they seemed for show these days. “Regardless of your feelings towards me Santana, I know that you care for Quinn, and I want to help her.”
“Really? And how are you going to do that?”
“I have a plan. And you are an integral part of it.”
“I don’t think I like where this is going.”
“I wouldn’t normally ask, but you seem like someone who can get things done.”
“You make it sound like I’m in the mafia.” Santana quirked an eyebrow and flashed a smirk. “Fine. What do you need me to do?”
“Not now. I’ll meet you in the library later.”
“Okay, but this plan of yours better not be a waste of my time Berry.”
“It won’t be.” Rachel smiled up at her. “I guarantee you.”
Santana stepped forward and leaned down, closing in on her. “Is that so? That’s quite a promise to make; if you fail to live up to it then you might find that your extensive Broadway memorabilia will be sleeping with the fishes. Understood?”
Rachel nodded. It was very probable that the cheerleader was only joking, but she wasn’t going to risk it.
The Latina smiled and straightened up, looking over to see Brittany walking in their direction. “If you want to avoid another bear hug from B, I suggest you leave now.”
The Diva glanced over to the blonde and waved as she quickly made her getaway. It wasn’t that she was against being hugged by Brittany, but it had become such a frequent occurrence the last two days it was beginning to freak her out a little.
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She’d arranged to meet Santana in the library during her free period before lunch, and as Rachel looked around the room protectively clutching a ring-binder to her chest, she felt a little guilty for not actually using the time to study. When Santana finally arrived several minutes late and slumped into the chair next to her, she placed the folder on the table, sliding it across to the taller girl.
Santana stared at it with a frown. “What’s that?”
“It’s The Plan.”
“Right. Of course it is.” The Latina took a deep breath and opened it up. When she saw the page in front of her was practically empty, she chuckled. “This is your plan? I was expecting something with a little more detail.”
Rachel shook her head. “Santana, that’s just the title, you need to turn the page.”
Santana flipped the sheet of paper. “Oh my God, you’ve indexed it!” The cheerleader ran her finger down the list and when she got to the bottom of the page she looked over to the Diva. “You have five contingency plans? Isn’t that a bit excessive?”
“You can never have too many back-up plans, I narrowed it down to the five most likely worst case scenarios, and I have a separate folder which consists entirely of the contingency plans if you’d like to read that?”
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen, because I’m not even going to be reading this, there are thirty seven pages here and my time is precious. So why don’t you just give me the highlights of -” She turned back to the title page. “Operation: Basement Dweller Extraction. That’s not very catchy by the way.”
“It doesn’t need to be.” Rachel scowled.
“So what is my part in this?”
“You have a car, correct?”
“You want me to be the wheelman?” Santana scoffed. “If that’s all you need me for then just ask Puck.” The Latina pushed her chair back, and got up.
“I don’t trust him with this.” Rachel said hurriedly.
“And you trust me?”
“We don’t know each other very well, but Quinn trusts you.”
The cheerleader sighed, and sat back down. “Does she even know what you’re doing?”
“No.” Rachel anxiously chewed on her bottom lip for a few moments. “Do you think she’ll be angry? Am I crossing some boundary?”
“You always cross a boundary. And no, I don’t think she’ll be angry. She likes you, for whatever reason, and she likes your Dads and your house. Wait, it is your house you’re moving her into right?”
“Yes, you’d know that if you read my plan.”
“I’m not reading your plan.” Santana raised her brow and stared at her. “Give me the abridged audio version”
Rachel sighed. “Oh okay. Do you think you could convince Brittany to help?”
“That depends on what you want her to do.”
“Distract Quinn for at least two hours tomorrow.”
“That’s all? She would do that even without a plan.” The Latina picked up the folder and flicked through it. “I can’t believe you put this much effort into something as simple as getting a small amount of stuff out of a basement.”
The Diva squirmed in her seat staying quiet. Just because they weren’t close, didn’t mean Santana wasn’t aware of some of the quirks the other girl had. The silence spoke volumes. “Berry? What aren’t you telling me? You know when I said abridged I didn’t mean that you completely missed out important bits of information. So spill.”
Rachel pursed her lips and inhaled. “It isn’t just the Puckerman basement I need help with.”
“Then what else?”
“Well,” The smaller girl started, averting her eyes from the cheerleader. “I need you to understand that I in no way approve of this, but I feel like it is a necessary evil towards the greater good. And it goes against my whole moral fiber to even think about doing this-”
“I don’t want to hurt you, but if you don’t get to the point I’m going to punch you in the nose.”
Rachel went wide eyed and put her hand over her face. “I want to break into the Fabray house.” She said quickly.
Santana gave her a genuine smile. “Boo yah! Oh, I am in. You should’ve said this first. Can we trash the place?”
“No!” The Diva said taking her hand away from her nose. “This must be a covert operation. And I think that you have the necessary skills needed to get this job done right. If it wasn’t so gender specific, I’d say you had the potential for becoming a Navy SEAL.”
“I already agreed, you don’t need to flatter me.”
“It wasn’t flattery Santana. When I conceived this plan, you were the only logical choice.”
“Yeah okay. Hey, have you asked Puck how he feels about what you plan on doing?”
“Of course. He agreed when I informed him of the many possible hazards of someone sleeping in the same room as a furnace, and for the safety of his unborn child it would be best if Quinn comes to live with me.”
“I bet he was surprised when you told him it was your house she’d be moving into.”
“He was. Then he made some very inappropriate sexual comments.”
“Sounds about right.” The Latina chuckled and stood up, hovering for a second. “Can I take this?” She pointed at the plan folder. “It actually kinda sounds like fun now.”
“Certainly.” Rachel beamed. “It has all the information you will need.”
Santana nodded before walking off. The Diva smiled to herself proudly, even though there were parts of the plan that were a tad dubious, it was all coming together nicely. Phases Three and Four had just been completed, and the final Phase would begin straight after Glee tomorrow. It was actually very exciting.
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Rachel sat in between Quinn and Brittany during the Glee practice the next day, the choice of being bombarded with the weird affection from the blonde cheerleader, and being pestered by the two boys constantly was an easy decision to make.
She leaned into the pregnant girl and whispered, “It’s Friday and my turn to cook, would you like to come over for dinner again?”
Quinn’s face fell. “I can’t. B wants me to help her with her homework tonight, and I promised her I would.”
“I have something to do after Glee and won’t be starting it until at least seven, if you can make it by half past you won’t be missing anything at all.”
The blonde smiled. “I should be done by then. You know Rach; if you’re not careful I might start to automatically associate tasty food with you, or the other way around.”
Rachel frowned as she tried to work out the logistics of that sentence. “So what does that mean you’ll be eating then?”
“Uh…” Quinn laughed nervously. “I don’t know. Look, Mr. Schue is talking about something,” She said pointing at the teacher. “It’s probably very important and interesting.” She gave her a manic smile and turned her attention to the man standing in front of them.
Rachel glanced over to the other girl with a quirked eyebrow, then felt Brittany take hold of her hand. She was surrounded by confusing blondes. She mentally shrugged; at least it was better than being surrounded by competitive boys.
After the session had ended, and Quinn shouted “See you later” to her as Brittany dragged her out into the hall, Rachel and Santana stood awkwardly in the empty choir room.
“So what did you say to Jesse?”
“I told him I required your help in Spanish.”
“Sneaky.” The Latina said giving her an approving look. “Right I’m going to get changed, I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”
Rachel smiled at her. “Okay.” She picked up her sports bag after the other girl had left and she made her way to the bathroom to change into her ‘Mission Clothes’. She was feeling quite calm about this, considering she was about to commit a serious crime.
Santana was leaning against the side of the car with her hands in her pockets when she left the school, either she had taken considerably longer than she thought to get changed, or the other girl was very fast.
“Are you dressed as Kim Possible?” The cheerleader asked laughing.
“She was one of my childhood heroes, and I thought it was appropriate. We are on a Mission after all.”
“Does this mean I’m the idiotic sidekick?” Santana asked suddenly becoming serious. “Because I am no one’s goofy sidekick.”
“I don’t think anyone would ever call you that. Mostly due to the fear of what you would do to them. Really, I’d say you were probably Shego, if I had to choose a character you were most like.”
The Latina was pleased by this comparison. “Fuck yeah! Good choice Berry.”
“You realize that Shego is also a sidekick?”
“But she isn’t goofy, she’s a total badass, and she’s clearly the brains of the operation.”
“Agreed. So are you ready?”
“And willing.” The taller girl said as she grabbed Rachel’s bag, throwing it in the trunk, then got into the drivers seat. When the Diva had got into the passengers side Santana looked over to her. “So we’re going to Puck’s first right?”
“Yes. He has agreed to help with any heaving lifting, and the more people we have to help, the quicker it will be done.”
“Does he know what we’ll be doing after?”
“Oh no! The only people who will know about that are you and I. It’s best if we don’t tell Quinn, but she’ll probably work it out, and I’m hoping the Fabray’s won’t notice anything is missing. They don’t seem to be very caring or attentive parents”
“No they aren’t.” Santana laughed and turned the ignition. She took a deep breath and looked over to Rachel. “Let’s roll.”
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