We might fall fast. We might fall hard (11/?) 1/2
Title: We might fall fast. We might fall hard (11/?)
Author: appleswithin
Rating: PG-13 (For swears)
Length: 4000+
Spoilers: Season One
Summary: How one slushy changed everything for Quinn and Rachel.
I don’t own Glee, and other things I reference in here.
A/N: Sorry all, I’ve had some health issues over the last few months, and it’s left me feeling very uncreative, but it is coming back slowly.
Also, I haven’t had the internet for a while.
Chapter Eleven
Rachel stood in the middle of the choir room smiling at the applause and wolf whistles that were greeting her; Santana grabbed her hand and whispered, “Bow.” Out of the corner of her mouth, and the two girls bowed.
She was incredibly pleased with herself. It was their first proper rehearsal in front of people of the song they were going to do next week, and it was most definitely a success. The last few days she had been wearing Santana’s boots as often as she could, practicing her walking at first, then gradually up to dancing. Her dads hadn’t been exactly thrilled when they saw her walking around the house in them, but Quinn had been very encouraging. Now the aching feet and blisters had truly paid off.
Brittany stood up from her chair and grinned at her. “Rachel, that was really hot.”
“Hey!” Santana gave the blonde an annoyed look. “What about me?”
“You always look hot.”
“And don’t you ever forget it.” The Latina winked. “Anyway, I take it you folks liked it?”
“Hell yeah!” Puck shouted, and Mike nodded his head enthusiastically in response. “But I think we might’ve missed some of it, you should do it again?” The boy said waggling his eyebrows.
“Not a chance. We do it again and Rachel will be drowning in your drool.”
“Ew!” The Diva said scrunching up her face in disgust. “That is not pleasant imagery.”
Santana snorted at her before moving to pick up the bottles of water from the piano. “It’s true.” She said handing one to Rachel. “I gotta agree with B though Rach. You did look hot. Shame Tubbers isn’t here to see it.”
The singer scowled at the dark haired cheerleader. Since their, almost conversation on Monday about whether or not she liked Quinn - in that way - she and the other girl had had many actual conversations about it. At first she had been apprehensive discussing it with Santana, she wasn’t sure that she was the best person to work her feelings out with, but the Latina had proven to be very good sounding board, and thanks to their talks, she had figured out that she did in fact like Quinn - in that way - although, she didn’t know how to proceed with that information, and being told to just kiss the blonde wasn’t helpful in the least. But now Santana teased her endlessly about it. And although she knew it was in good humour, it still made her feel uncomfortable.
“I’m sure she’ll have other opportunities.” The Diva said with a roll of her eyes.
“I’m sure she will, Cupcake.” Santana grinned.
“You’ve had your free pass today.”
“That wasn’t name-calling. That was a term of endearment.”
“Hmm.” Rachel gave the other girl a dubious look, then made her way to the chair her bag was on, delving inside for her phone. “Well, I’m going to see if Quinn is awake now.” And she pressed two on her speed dial.
“It’s afternoon.” The Latina frowned. “If she isn’t awake now, then we need to go to your house and throw some ice cold water over her!”
“Shush, it’s ringing.” Rachel said with a gesture of her hand to indicate for Santana to be quiet. And her friend responded with her own hand gesture.
“Why didn’t you wake me? I am so very late for school right now.” Quinn asked with a chuckle.
“You were exhausted.”
“And how would you know that?”
“Because you did wake up, for a little bit anyway.”
“I did?”
“Mmm hmm. Around seven. You came downstairs, got the orange juice from the fridge and a glass from the cupboard, then proceeded to pour the juice down the sink, put the glass in the fridge and gave the empty carton to me. Then you told me ‘Back hurt’ and went back to bed. I made a judgment call to let you sleep and Dad wrote you a note for school.”
“Ah ha! That’s why there’s no OJ. Well I appreciate the lie in. Thanks.”
“No problem.” Rachel said with a smile, which faded when the phone was snatched away from her by Santana.
“Hey Juno! Because you’re such a lazy cow, you missed me and Rachel doing a full dress rehearsal of our song.”
The Diva shook her head and turned to the boys behind her, as Brittany was busy doing cartwheels. Puck gave her a grin and pointed at the Latina. “She’s a sneaky phone thief; you should spank her for that.”
Rachel chose to ignore the comment and turned her attention to Mike instead. “Have you decided on your costume for tomorrow?”
“Kinda. I’ve got my dad’s old tuxedo, so I guess I could go as James Bond. Or a waiter.”
“It’s nice to have options.” She gave a quick glance at her watch, and gave the boys a wide smile. “I don’t suppose the two of you would help me get Santana’s boots off? The girls seem to be busy.”
“I thought they looked familiar.” Puck said as he stood up. “I can’t believe you agreed to wear her sex boots.”
“She didn’t inform me of that.” Rachel turned to look at the girl who was still on her phone. “But it doesn’t surprise me.” She unzipped the boots and the boys took a foot each. They managed to get them off with relative ease, and she was happy to be able to feel her toes again. She got up and took the phone back from Santana, and the Latina growled at her for a moment then went over to Brittany who was now doing handstands.
“Quinn?”
“You’re back! I might be in later,”
“There’s no need for you to come to school, you should enjoy your rest day, we’ll be busy this evening.”
“You’ve convinced me. I’ve still got to eat, I’m starving. And Murder She Wrote has just started, I want to see what happens.”
Rachel laughed. “Jessica Fletcher visits an old friend, and someone dies.”
“Now you’ve gone and spoiled it for me.”
“I know, I’m such a meanie.”
After they said their goodbyes, she sat back down and pulled out her lunch. The four other people were having a conversation, but she didn’t pay attention to it, her thoughts were drifting to what was going to happen later.
She was nervous and excited about going to the antenatal class; it was a huge responsibility, and one she took very seriously because Quinn was counting on her for support. She had spent the last week watching videos and reading the literature, but she knew it wasn’t going to completely prepare her for it. The blonde had assured her that she would do a fantastic job, but she worried that it wouldn’t be enough.
She also worried about the complications of the birthing experience. She had read quite a few things on the internet about what could go wrong, and at one point she started having a panic attack because of an article about women who die during labor. At that point, both her Dad’s and Quinn told her to stop researching.
“What about Rachel?” Her name being said brought her back from her thoughts.
She looked at Brittany. “What about me?”
“The zombie apocalypse!”
She waited for something to be added to that statement but, apparently, that was all she was going to get. “I didn’t realize we were expecting one.”
“You should always expect one.” Puck chided. “You never know when the dead will rise, and you have to be prepared.”
“It’s true.” Santana nodded. “You need to know what to do when it happens.”
She stared at them for a few seconds, waiting for them to laugh at her, but they all seemed very serious. Especially Puck. “Do you know what to do in an undead rising situation?”
“Yes.” He frowned. “Of course I do.”
“Well, in that case, why don’t you fill me in?”
“Fine.” Puck huffed with a shake of his head. “But it’s going to take more than the fifteen minutes we’ve got left for lunch. You should’ve worked this out a long time ago Rachel.”
“Let’s just hope you have a chance to tell me before it happens. Because if I turn into a zombie, I’ll likely go for you first as you have very little hair, so your brains are considerably more accessible than other peoples.”
He gave her a cautious look as he rubbed his head, then slowly edged towards the door. “I made some leaflets, I’ll give them to you in next class. It would be a serious waste of hot Jew-ness if you turned Rachel.”
He walked out without saying goodbye, then came back in a few seconds later, and looked at Mike. “Dude, are you coming?”
“No, it’s just the way he walks.” Santana said with a smirk.
Mike sighed. “Yeah. See you guys later.” He said, as he joined his friend, leaving the three girls alone.
“There are only a few things Puck takes seriously.” Santana said, looking at a confused Rachel. “Girls, games and zombies. And not necessarily in that order.”
“I don’t know whether to feel relieved that Noah actually takes something seriously, or be worried that it’s those things.”
“I wouldn’t think too deeply about it. It’s just Puck.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” She said taking a bite of an apple, and watched as Brittany used a cable she’d found somewhere as a skipping rope. “How did your father’s birthday party go last night?”
The Latina slouched in her seat and cocked an eyebrow at her. “He ignored us for pretty much the entire time we were there, wife number four was being a passive aggressive bitch and the children from this marriage, were being fucktards. But we were only there for an hour before my sister got pissed at him and dumped the bowl of punch over his head. Then we went to Joe’s Ice-cream and I had a chocolate sundae. So yeah, it went pretty well.”
“I like the strawberry sundae.” The blonde said as she dropped down on the floor in front of them. “And the mint one, and the chocolate one. I used to like the banana one until my Mom made me watch her put a condom on a banana, and still don’t know why. Maybe it’s so it doesn’t get bruised.”
Rachel looked at Brittany, then to Santana who just shrugged, then back to Brittany. “Maybe. Yeah.”
“Have your Dad’s shown you that?”
She shook her head. “No. I haven’t had the banana protection talk yet. I think my Dad’s hope I won’t need it for many, many years.”
“Don’t they want you eating bananas? Or do you like them bruised? Maybe you’re like Santana and you like peaches more.”
“Rachel’s just got her eye on a particular peach is all B.”
Brittany frowned. “That’s very picky Rachel. What’s wrong with all the other peaches?”
The Diva opened her mouth, and then shook her head. “I think this conversation has gone a little off track.”
“Yes.” The dark haired Cheerio agreed. “I believe it is possible.”
“Perhaps we should change the subject then.” There were a few moments of silence before Rachel jumped in her seat excitedly. “Oh! I know! I can’t believe I haven’t told you this before now.”
“What? What?”
“Yesterday, Miss Caffrey took me to see Principal Figgins…”
“Why?” Santana asked sitting upright.
“At first I thought it was because of those drawings you did on her board the other day, but she wanted me to move to a more advanced class.”
“And are you?”
“No. I convinced them that I could have the advanced text but stay where I was. Anyway, the point I was trying to make was, while I was in the office, I happen to catch a glimpse into one of Principal Figgins drawers,” She glared at the Latina until the other girl stopped laughing. “As I was saying, there was an open drawer, and inside the drawer were at least fifty Sbuck balls.”
“No way! Did you ask for them back?”
“No.”
Santana deflated. “Damn it.”
“Sorry. I wasn’t thinking clearly.” The Diva said sadly.
The Latina was quiet for a few seconds, before she patted Rachel on the head and grinned in a way the smaller girl didn’t like. “It’s okay Rach, we’ll get them back.”
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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.
I don’t own Glee, and other things I reference in here.
A/N: Sorry all, I’ve had some health issues over the last few months, and it’s left me feeling very uncreative, but it is coming back slowly.
Also, I haven’t had the internet for a while.
Chapter Eleven
Rachel stood in the middle of the choir room smiling at the applause and wolf whistles that were greeting her; Santana grabbed her hand and whispered, “Bow.” Out of the corner of her mouth, and the two girls bowed.
She was incredibly pleased with herself. It was their first proper rehearsal in front of people of the song they were going to do next week, and it was most definitely a success. The last few days she had been wearing Santana’s boots as often as she could, practicing her walking at first, then gradually up to dancing. Her dads hadn’t been exactly thrilled when they saw her walking around the house in them, but Quinn had been very encouraging. Now the aching feet and blisters had truly paid off.
Brittany stood up from her chair and grinned at her. “Rachel, that was really hot.”
“Hey!” Santana gave the blonde an annoyed look. “What about me?”
“You always look hot.”
“And don’t you ever forget it.” The Latina winked. “Anyway, I take it you folks liked it?”
“Hell yeah!” Puck shouted, and Mike nodded his head enthusiastically in response. “But I think we might’ve missed some of it, you should do it again?” The boy said waggling his eyebrows.
“Not a chance. We do it again and Rachel will be drowning in your drool.”
“Ew!” The Diva said scrunching up her face in disgust. “That is not pleasant imagery.”
Santana snorted at her before moving to pick up the bottles of water from the piano. “It’s true.” She said handing one to Rachel. “I gotta agree with B though Rach. You did look hot. Shame Tubbers isn’t here to see it.”
The singer scowled at the dark haired cheerleader. Since their, almost conversation on Monday about whether or not she liked Quinn - in that way - she and the other girl had had many actual conversations about it. At first she had been apprehensive discussing it with Santana, she wasn’t sure that she was the best person to work her feelings out with, but the Latina had proven to be very good sounding board, and thanks to their talks, she had figured out that she did in fact like Quinn - in that way - although, she didn’t know how to proceed with that information, and being told to just kiss the blonde wasn’t helpful in the least. But now Santana teased her endlessly about it. And although she knew it was in good humour, it still made her feel uncomfortable.
“I’m sure she’ll have other opportunities.” The Diva said with a roll of her eyes.
“I’m sure she will, Cupcake.” Santana grinned.
“You’ve had your free pass today.”
“That wasn’t name-calling. That was a term of endearment.”
“Hmm.” Rachel gave the other girl a dubious look, then made her way to the chair her bag was on, delving inside for her phone. “Well, I’m going to see if Quinn is awake now.” And she pressed two on her speed dial.
“It’s afternoon.” The Latina frowned. “If she isn’t awake now, then we need to go to your house and throw some ice cold water over her!”
“Shush, it’s ringing.” Rachel said with a gesture of her hand to indicate for Santana to be quiet. And her friend responded with her own hand gesture.
“Why didn’t you wake me? I am so very late for school right now.” Quinn asked with a chuckle.
“You were exhausted.”
“And how would you know that?”
“Because you did wake up, for a little bit anyway.”
“I did?”
“Mmm hmm. Around seven. You came downstairs, got the orange juice from the fridge and a glass from the cupboard, then proceeded to pour the juice down the sink, put the glass in the fridge and gave the empty carton to me. Then you told me ‘Back hurt’ and went back to bed. I made a judgment call to let you sleep and Dad wrote you a note for school.”
“Ah ha! That’s why there’s no OJ. Well I appreciate the lie in. Thanks.”
“No problem.” Rachel said with a smile, which faded when the phone was snatched away from her by Santana.
“Hey Juno! Because you’re such a lazy cow, you missed me and Rachel doing a full dress rehearsal of our song.”
The Diva shook her head and turned to the boys behind her, as Brittany was busy doing cartwheels. Puck gave her a grin and pointed at the Latina. “She’s a sneaky phone thief; you should spank her for that.”
Rachel chose to ignore the comment and turned her attention to Mike instead. “Have you decided on your costume for tomorrow?”
“Kinda. I’ve got my dad’s old tuxedo, so I guess I could go as James Bond. Or a waiter.”
“It’s nice to have options.” She gave a quick glance at her watch, and gave the boys a wide smile. “I don’t suppose the two of you would help me get Santana’s boots off? The girls seem to be busy.”
“I thought they looked familiar.” Puck said as he stood up. “I can’t believe you agreed to wear her sex boots.”
“She didn’t inform me of that.” Rachel turned to look at the girl who was still on her phone. “But it doesn’t surprise me.” She unzipped the boots and the boys took a foot each. They managed to get them off with relative ease, and she was happy to be able to feel her toes again. She got up and took the phone back from Santana, and the Latina growled at her for a moment then went over to Brittany who was now doing handstands.
“Quinn?”
“You’re back! I might be in later,”
“There’s no need for you to come to school, you should enjoy your rest day, we’ll be busy this evening.”
“You’ve convinced me. I’ve still got to eat, I’m starving. And Murder She Wrote has just started, I want to see what happens.”
Rachel laughed. “Jessica Fletcher visits an old friend, and someone dies.”
“Now you’ve gone and spoiled it for me.”
“I know, I’m such a meanie.”
After they said their goodbyes, she sat back down and pulled out her lunch. The four other people were having a conversation, but she didn’t pay attention to it, her thoughts were drifting to what was going to happen later.
She was nervous and excited about going to the antenatal class; it was a huge responsibility, and one she took very seriously because Quinn was counting on her for support. She had spent the last week watching videos and reading the literature, but she knew it wasn’t going to completely prepare her for it. The blonde had assured her that she would do a fantastic job, but she worried that it wouldn’t be enough.
She also worried about the complications of the birthing experience. She had read quite a few things on the internet about what could go wrong, and at one point she started having a panic attack because of an article about women who die during labor. At that point, both her Dad’s and Quinn told her to stop researching.
“What about Rachel?” Her name being said brought her back from her thoughts.
She looked at Brittany. “What about me?”
“The zombie apocalypse!”
She waited for something to be added to that statement but, apparently, that was all she was going to get. “I didn’t realize we were expecting one.”
“You should always expect one.” Puck chided. “You never know when the dead will rise, and you have to be prepared.”
“It’s true.” Santana nodded. “You need to know what to do when it happens.”
She stared at them for a few seconds, waiting for them to laugh at her, but they all seemed very serious. Especially Puck. “Do you know what to do in an undead rising situation?”
“Yes.” He frowned. “Of course I do.”
“Well, in that case, why don’t you fill me in?”
“Fine.” Puck huffed with a shake of his head. “But it’s going to take more than the fifteen minutes we’ve got left for lunch. You should’ve worked this out a long time ago Rachel.”
“Let’s just hope you have a chance to tell me before it happens. Because if I turn into a zombie, I’ll likely go for you first as you have very little hair, so your brains are considerably more accessible than other peoples.”
He gave her a cautious look as he rubbed his head, then slowly edged towards the door. “I made some leaflets, I’ll give them to you in next class. It would be a serious waste of hot Jew-ness if you turned Rachel.”
He walked out without saying goodbye, then came back in a few seconds later, and looked at Mike. “Dude, are you coming?”
“No, it’s just the way he walks.” Santana said with a smirk.
Mike sighed. “Yeah. See you guys later.” He said, as he joined his friend, leaving the three girls alone.
“There are only a few things Puck takes seriously.” Santana said, looking at a confused Rachel. “Girls, games and zombies. And not necessarily in that order.”
“I don’t know whether to feel relieved that Noah actually takes something seriously, or be worried that it’s those things.”
“I wouldn’t think too deeply about it. It’s just Puck.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” She said taking a bite of an apple, and watched as Brittany used a cable she’d found somewhere as a skipping rope. “How did your father’s birthday party go last night?”
The Latina slouched in her seat and cocked an eyebrow at her. “He ignored us for pretty much the entire time we were there, wife number four was being a passive aggressive bitch and the children from this marriage, were being fucktards. But we were only there for an hour before my sister got pissed at him and dumped the bowl of punch over his head. Then we went to Joe’s Ice-cream and I had a chocolate sundae. So yeah, it went pretty well.”
“I like the strawberry sundae.” The blonde said as she dropped down on the floor in front of them. “And the mint one, and the chocolate one. I used to like the banana one until my Mom made me watch her put a condom on a banana, and still don’t know why. Maybe it’s so it doesn’t get bruised.”
Rachel looked at Brittany, then to Santana who just shrugged, then back to Brittany. “Maybe. Yeah.”
“Have your Dad’s shown you that?”
She shook her head. “No. I haven’t had the banana protection talk yet. I think my Dad’s hope I won’t need it for many, many years.”
“Don’t they want you eating bananas? Or do you like them bruised? Maybe you’re like Santana and you like peaches more.”
“Rachel’s just got her eye on a particular peach is all B.”
Brittany frowned. “That’s very picky Rachel. What’s wrong with all the other peaches?”
The Diva opened her mouth, and then shook her head. “I think this conversation has gone a little off track.”
“Yes.” The dark haired Cheerio agreed. “I believe it is possible.”
“Perhaps we should change the subject then.” There were a few moments of silence before Rachel jumped in her seat excitedly. “Oh! I know! I can’t believe I haven’t told you this before now.”
“What? What?”
“Yesterday, Miss Caffrey took me to see Principal Figgins…”
“Why?” Santana asked sitting upright.
“At first I thought it was because of those drawings you did on her board the other day, but she wanted me to move to a more advanced class.”
“And are you?”
“No. I convinced them that I could have the advanced text but stay where I was. Anyway, the point I was trying to make was, while I was in the office, I happen to catch a glimpse into one of Principal Figgins drawers,” She glared at the Latina until the other girl stopped laughing. “As I was saying, there was an open drawer, and inside the drawer were at least fifty Sbuck balls.”
“No way! Did you ask for them back?”
“No.”
Santana deflated. “Damn it.”
“Sorry. I wasn’t thinking clearly.” The Diva said sadly.
The Latina was quiet for a few seconds, before she patted Rachel on the head and grinned in a way the smaller girl didn’t like. “It’s okay Rach, we’ll get them back.”
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