We Might Fall Fast. We Might Fall Hard (14/?)
A/N: O Hai! It's been a while.
Okay, so it's been almost a year and I apologise for that. To be honest, I stopped watching Glee around the same time as I posted the last chapter, and I got blocked as soon as I tried to write the next chapter. But, I also can't leave things un-finished, so I was hoping I would get some spark of inspiration, and I'm not sure what did it, but here is an update.
Another thing I should mention is; I know some things have been made canon since I stopped watching the show, and since I started writing this over two years ago (Eesh) but I won't be changing anything so it will fit in.
I posted this on FF.Net, but forgot to post it on LJ. Oops!
Title: We might fall fast. We might fall hard (14/?)
Author: appleswithin
Rating: PG-13 (For swears)
Spoilers: None. Set in Season One
Summary: How one slushy changed everything for Quinn and Rachel.
I don’t own Glee, and other things I reference in here.
Chapter 14
Quinn took a quick glance at the clock on the laptop she was on and let out a long breath. It was just gone three thirty in the morning, and she wasn't tired, which was why she was using Santana's computer to pass the time, and also so she could put the photo's that had been taken during her birthday party on a screen bigger than two inches. There had been a lot of pictures and it seemed like it was taking forever to upload.
She let out another long breath, shook her head slightly and smiled.
A soft bang coming from the kitchen made her turn to look, and after a few quiet moments she heard someone singing- "Spider-man, Spider-man, he can do whatever a Spider-man can, spins his web, catches flies, turns them into delicious pies. Look out! Here comes Spider-man."
Okay, so what was it with these Lopez sisters making up weird rhymes? Sure it was endearing, and usually funny, but was this some sort of genetic thing?
As she was about to get up to go and see Izzy, the woman in question came through the door holding a tray apparently having some sort of conversation with herself. She decided to wait until Izzy noticed her, just in case the conversation was important, and she watched as the woman put the tray down on the dining table, look at what was currently covering the table, and then laugh. "Hot diggity damn! They pulled it off."
Quinn bit her lip to stop her chuckle. Izzy really should've been pissed at what they had managed to 'Pull Off' but she actually sounded a little surprised, and more than a little proud. The older Lopez sister picked up her tray and turned to walk towards the couch then let out a yelp. "Quinn! You scared the Bejesus out of me. You shouldn't sneak up on people like that."
"I was here first." She answered with a smirk.
"Pft. Meaningless details." Izzy waved her hand like she was brushing away Quinn's excuse, and unsteadily made her way to sit next to her on the couch. "What are you doing up anyway? It's really late."
"Couldn't sleep." She shrugged. "Too wired."
"Okay. I've got…" Izzy frowned and opened up the container that was on her tray. "Steak. I don't remember ordering this; I thought I asked for chocolate fudge cake. Hm. Anyway, would you like some? There's a lot of it."
The pregnant girl looked down at the food, and then back up at the woman. "I'll get a knife."
"No. No. You stay here. I've seen how long it takes you to get up from the sofa." The older woman gave a snort, handed Quinn the food and pushed herself up with a grunt. After some general kitchen clanging, she came back with a plate and some cutlery then proceeded to cut up the meat and hand the plate over to the blonde. "Voila. Sustenance!"
"Much obliged."
They ate in relative silence, with only the odd hum from Izzy, and the tip-tapping of the keys on the laptop. "You get grease on Ana's computer, and she'll kill you."
"Nah." Quinn said confidently. "She won't."
"No, probably not. But she'll be really miffed, and shout at you."
"I'm immune to her bellowing. Years of it, in incredibly large doses, have seen to that."
"Yeah she's right cow. I don't know how you put up with her."
"Same reason you do."
"She's family and you love her." Izzy nodded approvingly. "What are you doing anyway?" The woman asked closing one eye while squinting the other.
Quinn turned the screen to her. "I'm looking at the photos from tonight."
"Oooh." Izzy brightened up, and then quirked an eyebrow at her. "You realize that it's tomorrow now though. Right?"
"I haven't slept yet, so I'm still thinking of it as today."
"Alrighty. So, show me these photos then." The blonde clicked back to the first one, and the older Lopez leaned in, still with one eye closed. "Can't see." She said, and took the laptop away from Quinn; dumping it on her legs. "So, why is my sister trying to hug the wall by our front door?"
"She was trying to prove how ninja she was by camouflaging herself against it."
"But, she's wearing black. And the wall is white."
"I know that, you know that, everyone else knows that …"
"How drunk was she at this point?"
"Not drunk. Still caffeinated."
"Ah." Izzy clicked to the next one. "Okay, so this is everyone in the car." She clicked again. "Everyone still in the car. What's the next one? Oh look, it's still everyone in the car."
"You're being very sarcastic. How drunk are you ?"
"I don't know. How long ago did I see you last?"
Quinn looked at her watch. "About five hours ago."
"Then I'm about five hours drunker than I was five hours ago."
"Good to know."
"Ah ha! Now we have a picture of a shed."
"It's not a shed. It's 'The Barn'"
"You can call it a barn as much as you want. It's a shed."
"For crying out loud, I know it's not actually a barn, but Puck and Mike have spent years renovating it from a crappy cow shed to a really cool place to hang out. If they want to call it 'The Barn' let them."
"That was an unnecessary strop. How was I supposed to know when you said it was the barn, that it was actually 'The Barn' ?"
Quinn groaned and scrunched up her face. "Sorry Iz."
Izzy shrugged it off and gave the blonde a friendly rub on the arm. "You're not the only one immune to stroppy teenagers. Let's carry on looking at these photos then."
"Okay."
"Here's one of Puckerman singing on karaoke, and everyone looking really annoyed."
"He was singing 'I Believe I Can Fly' and changed the words 'The Sky' to 'A Child'. It wasn't funny."
The older woman went quiet for a few seconds and then said "Ah."
"Indeed."
"That's a nice one of the four of you."
Quinn nodded with a smile. "Probably because they were all sober at this point."
"That and I can barely see Ana."
"Don't be mean. She was only hiding behind Rachel because she was getting a bit emotional."
"And you say she was sober?"
"You know how she gets sometimes when someone shows they care."
"Yeah." Izzy chuckled. "What happened?"
"Rachel."
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"All I'm saying." Santana growled. "Is that you should never trust a politician who relates to the song 'Redneck Woman' what kind of message does that send to people?"
"For the love of God, Lopez." Quinn said with exasperation. "All Artie said was that he found it funny that she chose it as her theme song. It didn't warrant a twenty minute rant about how Sarah Palin sucks. This is a birthday party, and all political talk is off the table! Now get a beer, and chill the hell out."
"Fine." The taller brunette huffed. "You three sit down, and I'll get us all some refreshments."
"Just water for me." Rachel said.
"Yeah. Right." Santana smirked and left the remaining friends to take a seat on the battered couch.
"She isn't coming back with water is she?" The Diva asked, and Quinn shook her head.
"You should watch out for Santana, Rachel." Mercedes pointed at her with a beer bottle. "She's a bad influence."
The smaller brunette frowned. "No she is not, Mercedes. Even if I were inclined to be easily led, Santana isn't that kind of person. So I suggest you keep your uninformed opinions about my friend, to yourself."
"Looks like she's already got her claws in you." The other girl hmphed, and walked away towards Kurt.
Rachel crossed her arms defiantly, and in unison, she, Quinn and Brittany sat down. "Sometimes I think I preferred it when I didn't have any friends." The Diva said, and rested her head on the pregnant girls shoulder. "I could usually ignore the abuse that everyone threw at me. But, it always hurts me more when anyone says anything unpleasant about one of you."
Quinn gave Brittany a look over the top of Rachel's head, and the taller blonde smiled and crushed herself up against the singer. "I'm so glad we're friends Rach. I wouldn't have known you were such a bad-ass otherwise."
"Um, thank you Brittany." Rachel said from somewhere near Quinn's chest. "I'm glad that you are glad."
"Awesome."
Quinn was relieved to see Santana coming back with the drinks, and she gave her an imploring look. She didn't even care that her friend would mock her; she just needed her to get Brittany off Rachel, so the singer wouldn't be so close to her rapidly beating heart.
"Okay. First of all, why the hell are you lot having a group hug without me? And secondly, stop squashing the girl with a tiny human growing inside her. She'll just end up needing a pee in a few minutes, and insist on telling us about it."
"Sorry." The two other girls said as they moved away.
"You didn't answer me." Santana passed out the bottles, one was actually water, but not for Rachel. "Why the hugging?"
"Because Rachel is far too loyal than you deserve." Quinn wagged a finger jokingly, and then regretted it when she saw a brief, but definite hurt look, cross her friends face. But the taller brunette tried to cover it by rolling her eyes.
"Quinn." The Diva admonished her with a light slap on her leg. Apparently, Rachel had picked up on Santana's attempts at hiding her feelings too. "I am no more loyal to Santana, than she is to me. And that is quite a lot."
The dark-haired Cheerio straightened up and gave the singer a beaming smile. "Thanks." She said, and sat down on the arm of the sofa next to Brittany, and held out her bottle. "Happy birthday, Fabray." And the four girls clinked their bottles together and took a swig.
"This is disgusting." Rachel gagged slightly, and eyed the bottle in her hand. "Isn't there any nice tasting alcohol? I don't think beer is the beverage for me."
"Wine coolers." Quinn said, and the Diva looked up at her, paused for a second, then took another swig of the beer.
"Actually, it really isn't that bad on second thoughts."
The blonde snorted. Rachel knew the part wine coolers had played in her pregnancy, and had decided to hate the drink with a passion.
"So why was Rachel loyal?" Santana persisted. "What did I miss?"
"She totally stuck up for you San." Brittany grinned at her friend. "Mercedes was all, she's a bad influence, and Rach slapped her down. With her words though, not like how you slap someone down. And then Rach was bummed because she gets upset when someone says mean things about you, and me, and Quinn. So I told her she was awesome, then Q gave me a happy look so I hugged her."
"Really?" Santana looked directly at Rachel, and the singer nodded. "Cool. Guess I should hug you too." Quinn saw her friends eyes get just a little bit shinier, before she leaned over Brittany, wrapped her arms around the smaller girl and kissed the back of her head.
The sound of a click and flash of light grabbed their attention, and they all looked to see Mike holding his phone up. "Nice." He said, and then left them to go over to where Puck and Matt were arm wrestling.
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"I guess she can be sort of sweet sometimes." Izzy smiled at the picture.
"Yeah. She can."
"But tell her this, and she'll deny it to death."
"Most certainly."
Quinn watched Izzy flick through more of the pictures, and her mind started to wander. A lot of thing happened tonight that weren't captured by a camera. Some of them she was glad about, they could probably be used against the four of them in court.
The feeling of something against her legs startled her, but when the cat jumped up onto the sofa she worked out what it was.
"Mind out. He'll try and steal your steak." Izzy said, and rather than pushing the cat off, Quinn picked up the piece of meat and stuffed most of it in her mouth, and the older Lopez gave her a smirk that was identical to her sisters. "Try not to spit that food out onto the floor this time will you." Quinn frowned and opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to show the chewed up steak. "Lovely."
"Mmm hmm."
"Are these in timeline order?"
Quinn nodded her head, attempting to eat her food as quickly as possible. "Aye?"
"Was that a 'Why'?"
The blonde nodded again.
"Just wondering what was going on here. Looks like Ana and Rachel are about to have a show down," Izzy turned the computer, and Quinn laughed, spraying just a little bit of food.
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Rachel was sitting at the table in 'The Barn' staring directly ahead with her teeth clenched, and her eyes were beginning to water, but she looked like she was determined not to look away.
"Okay. Go!" Brittany called out.
And the Diva and Santana slapped cards down in high speed frenzy.
"Snap!" The cheerleader shouted, and the game continued.
Brittany turned to Quinn who was sitting next to her and said "This is exciting!"
"Yes. Very." The pregnant girl chuckled. And took out her phone to capture the ridiculous sight.
"You lose Cupcake." Santana said with a smirk. "Down another shot."
"This 'snot fair! I'm clearly drunk. Is a well known fact that the consum-ption of alcoholic beverages slows down re-actions. Snap is a very fast paced game! And I didn't know the rules for the first three games we played. Because you made 'em up." Rachel pointed at Santana accusingly. "That was why I lost, and had to drink those shots. And you outright cheated with the starring competition. You caused a lapse in my con-cen-tration."
Quinn watched as Santana leaned in and whispered something to Rachel, and the smaller brunette responded by blowing a raspberry at her.
"You're so mature Princess. Another game of snap?"
"Uch. No! No more."
"See how being competitive can get you into trouble?" Santana said shuffling the cards. "So who's next? Tubbers?"
"No thanks." Quinn smiled sweetly. "But you can help me get Rachel on the couch, she looks like she's about to slide off the chair."
The brunette cheerleader snorted. "And who's fault is that?"
"Yours."
"Fine. I'll help you move your drooling girlfr-"
"Santana!" The smaller blonde yelled, before her friend had a chance to finish her sentence.
"Like she knows what's going on right now." The Latina grinned and got up out of her seat.
Quinn muttered several curse words as she stood up, and walked over to the two brunettes. "Just so you know Lopez; you'll be doing most of the lifting here."
"Why the hell should I be doing all the hard work?"
"Because I'm already carrying someone else."
"You do realise that most of the extra pounds you've accumulated over these last few months, are actually pounds of fat. Not baby. And you've got even chunkier since you've been living with the Dwarf."
"Hey." Rachel poked Santana in the stomach, causing the taller brunette to let out a chuckle. "'Snot Sunday yet, and you've had your free pass today."
"Lo siento."
"So you should be." The Diva relied haughtily.
Quinn and Santana manoeuvred the barely upright Rachel to the sofa and Quinn took a seat, leaving the Latina to put the other girl in between the two blondes, and lifting her feet onto the pregnant girls' lap. "Thanks for helping Juno." Santana narrowed her eyes before she plopped herself into the armchair next to the couch.
"Rach? You still awake?" Brittany asked looking down into the still face of the singer.
"Muh." Was the reply. Followed by a quiet snore.
"I think she needs a bit of sleep," Quinn said looking at Santana. "Did you really have to get her so drunk, so early?"
The other girl didn't reply, she just smiled and took a swig of her beer.
"She's going to be out for the rest of the night now."
"Aw, poor Quinnie."
"Don't call me that." The pregnant girl scowled.
"You shouldn't worry about Rachel. She didn't drink that much, and she's only drunk now because she drunk the shots so quickly. Give it half hour and you'll be able to look longingly into her half closed eyes for the rest of the night."
"I hate you so much."
"On the bright side, while she's in this position, you can stare at her surprisingly toned stomach without fear of being caught." The brunette Cheerio took another swig of her drink. "By her I mean. Me and B on the other hand will tease you endlessly."
"Brittany won't tease me." Quinn said, sticking out her chin defiantly. "And I'm not that lecherous."
Santana picked at the label of the bottle in her hand, "Yeah." She looked up at the blonde and smiled. "You know you've been caressing Berry's leg this entire time right?"
"No I haven't!" Quinn lifted her hands away, but finding that there wasn't really anywhere else to put them, she kept them up.
"You look like an idiot right now." The Latina laughed.
"I don't care. I'm comfortable."
"Just put your grabby hands back. The unresolved sexual tension between you two is fucking exasperating."
"Whatever."
"Nice retort."
"Shut up."
Santana moved her position, so that her leg was dangling over the arm of the chair, and looked around the room, making sure the rest of the Glee club were otherwise engaged. "Can I ask you a question?"
"You don't normally ask permission." The blonde raised an eyebrow.
"No, well, it's kinda personal."
"Again, you don't normally ask. Just get on with it."
"What are you going to do with Baby?"
Quinn stared at Santana for a moment, trying to assess whether or not her friend was going to take the piss. She sighed and rubbed her face. "I don't know. Give her up I suppose."
"But you don't want that." Brittany said, and leaned over the sleeping girl on her lap to touch Quinn's shoulder, and she had to smile. Bless Brittany, she could always see right through her friends. "So what do you want? Really?"
The pregnant girl turned her attention back to Santana, who gave her a shrug and a reassuring smile. "It's just us, no one else can hear."
"I want to keep her. I want me and Rach, and her Dad's to be her parents. At first it was just this silly little fantasy that kept me awake in class, but now it's all I can think about. There is so much love in that home, and that's what I want for her." Quinn said rubbing her stomach.
"Have you talked to them about this? I mean the subject must've come up, it's not that long until you're due."
The blonde shook her head. "I've almosttalked about it."
"Doesn't count."
"Yes, I'm well aware."
"I wasn't being bitchy. Not intentionally anyway. Look, Q, what have you got to lose by talking about it; telling them what you want?"
"What I want isn't practical. I must be a drain on their hard earned resources, add a baby to that and…" Quinn spread her hands helplessly.
"You're thinking with your brain, Q." Brittany told her, giving her shoulder a squeeze, having not moved her position bent over Rachel.
"What do you recommend I think with?" Quinn gave her a confused look.
"With your heart."
"She's got a point Fabray. You're using logic, try using emotions."
"I'm emotional enough thanks."
"Jesus Christ! You love Rachel, and her Dad's. They love you. You are basically family now. If you think for one second they wouldn't want you and Baby in their lives, you're just plain crazy."
"But what if you're wrong?"
"I'm not. And this is getting maudlin." Santana said taking a large gulp of her beer.
"Ha." Quinn said solemnly. "Somebody can't hide their knowledge of fancy words when they're a bit tipsy."
This made the brunette laugh, and consequently ended up spraying herself with the alcohol that she hadn't swallowed yet. Which made Quinn and Brittany laugh. All three girls stopped when Rachel mumbled something, and then went back to snoring, almost immediately. And looking at each other, the girls began to laugh again.
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"So," Izzy said. "Are you going to talk to them?"
"Urgh, you too? Yes, I am."
"Jolly good. You know, I've been thinking about this thing with you and Rachel."
"Do I really want to know this?"
"Not in a weird way. I was thinking that all that time you were a bitch to her, was like the equivilant of when boys pull girls pig-tails because they like them."
"I don't think so."
"How many pictures of her did you draw in your notebook, again?"
"Your sister has a mouth on her." Quinn frowned.
"She may have mentioned it. But you're forgetting I'm your teacher; I've seen some of them myself. So how many was it?"
"More than five, less than a hundred." The blonde said, and folded her arms.
"Yeah." The older woman drawled with a smile, and put the computer on the coffee table in front of her. "My legs are very warm, and my eyes are getting blurry. I need a rest from photos. And I need a drink." She got up, and Quinn held her hand out to be lifted up too. "Want a drink to?"
"Nope. Need a pee."
"You're awfully big on the whole 'over sharing' thing aren't you?"
The blonde nodded and made her way to the bathroom. When she was done, she walked into the kitchen, and was immediately handed a bottle of water.
"I have some old dolls from when Ana was a kid."
"Okay."
"How do you fancy decapitating them, and putting the heads on Ana's pillow, so she sees them when she wakes up? I think I still have some fake blood too."
"That sounds amazing."
"You're such a good sport Miss. Fabray." Izzy said, smiling, and went to the cupboard pulling out a box marked 'Old Crap' "I'll pull the heads off, and you can put the blood on." She handed Quinn a smallish red bottle.
"You are incredibly childish Ms. Caffrey." The blonde said, taking the bottle. "Why are you called Caffrey anyway?"
"It was my mothers' maiden name. And as much as I usually like to torture my sister." She lifted up the doll. "Case in point. I didn't want other kids in school knowing we were related. She hasn't always had it easy."
"No." Quinn agreed. "Okay, how much blood am I putting on?"
"As much as you see fit, my pregnant accomplice."
"Sweet. Can I gouge out the eyes?"
Izzy squeaked. "Oh my God, yes!"
"When we're done with this, we'll carry on looking at your photos."
"You don't have to."
"I want to. You seem to have quite a lot of them, and I'm going to bet that there is at least one I can use to blackmail Ana."
Quinn laughed. "There are."
"Excellent."
The blonde watched as Isobel picked up three bloody heads, walk towards the stairs and trip on the first one. "Ooh, silly feet." The woman chuckled, and carried on with her climb.
Quinn went to the cupboard, managed to find the pickles, picked up her water and went back to the sofa, petting the cat as she sat down.
She looked forward to showing Izzy the rest of the photos. The day she had spent with her friends and the Mr. Berry's had been utterly fantastic, and she didn't think it could be beaten. She was wrong. And she wanted to share the memories of every crazy, sill and sweet thing, she and her best friends had done over the last several hours, just so she could re-live them again.
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