We Might Fall Fast. We Might Fall Hard (16/?)
Title: We might fall fast. We might fall hard (16/?)
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.
A/N: This chapter is considerably shorter than usual (For which I apologize, and promise it won't happen again) It's also the least fluffiest. It felt weird to have this section, and then a few lines later have it go back to the usual shenanigans. So I made this a lone chapter.
Chapter 16
It was ten minutes after Quinn had put on her night clothes and managed to move Rachel in the bed so she had enough room to lie in it- when it started to rain. She sighed when she heard it hit the window, and she extracting herself from the bed to look outside.
She liked the sound of the rain hitting glass, but then again, she liked the rain, period. There was something about it that stirred up romantic notions inside of her; it always had, even before her recently renewed passion for books.
It was still dark, and the sporadic street lights only illuminated the occasional parked car and passing animal. If this were a city there would still be people out in the street, but the suburbs tended to be pretty quiet. Only once did she ever catch anything exciting happen at this time of the morning, and that was when one of her parents neighbours found out her husband had cheated on her, and threw out all of his clothes. The whole neighbourhood talked about it for months.
She preferred it when there was a storm. She and her sister would go outside while the rain came crashing down, and the thunder and lightening was close. They would lift up their arms and their faces to the sky, and let themselves get soaked to the skin. Judy and Richard disapproved of this, like they did most things she and Cassie actually enjoyed doing.
God she missed doing things like that, she stopped because she was told it was childish, but now she wondered if that really mattered.
She walked away from the window, and picked up the pickles she'd managed to sneak upstairs with her, and she chuckled evilly at her ability to get away with food theft while she was pregnant, then she went to her backpack and took out the book she'd been trying to get through for the last month, and walked back to where she'd been and sat down on the window seat and opened the jar.
She'd managed to get through four pages when she heard- "Are you eating those things again?"
Quinn turned to look at a sleepy Rachel and frowned. "Did the smell wake you up?"
"Yup." The singer nodded.
"Seriously? I spent like, five minutes trying to wake you up, and it took me another five to move you so I could get into bed, and I got nothing from you, and the smell of vinegar is the thing that brings you out of the drink induced coma!"
"I'm sorry." Rachel pouted as she sat up.
"I'm not angry at you, Doof." The blonde smiled as she closed the book and walked over to her friend.
"Oh, okay." The brunette smiled back at her happily, watching her every move as she made her way to sit next to her.
The way Rachel was looking at her now was just like the way she had all those weeks ago, when she had taken her home after the painkiller incident. But unlike then, those soulful eyes didn't make her uncomfortable, they made her feel wanted, and cared for.
The moment she took a seat on the bed, Rachel got out of it, and pulled off her pyjama top over her head then threw it on the floor. "I'm warm. Need a thinner top"
"Mmm hmm." Quinn squeaked, and turned her head away 'Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God. Don't look, don't look, don't look.' She rubbed her hands over her face and tried to erase the image of Rachel in just her bra. It didn't seem to work. This was clearly a sight that was going to be burned into her memory like a tattoo. And if she was honest with herself, it was something she was going enjoy recalling whenever she wanted to. And at that thought, she bit her lip to hide her smile, even though the smaller girl couldn't see her.
She felt the bed dip, and risked a peek. The brunette was wearing a white ripped-v-neck cotton tee that hugged her in all the right places. And it looked familiar. "Where did you get that from?" She asked.
"Santana gave it to me; she said it might get warm." Rachel looked down then looked at the blonde. "Why? Is there something wrong with it?"
"Nope." Quinn grinned.
"Good." The singer seemed pleased by this, and pointed to the window. "It's raining outside."
"I know."
"Don't you think it's romantic?"
Quinn cocked her head slightly, and frowned. Maybe Rachel really is a little bit psychic. "I guess." She shrugged, not really understanding why she answered the question like that.
"You guess?" The singer had that crazed determined face she got on occasion, which was usually the led up to a very long rant.
The blonde held her hands up. "Okay, okay. Yes, I do think it's romantic. Happy?"
"Only if you mean it." Rachel said with a sulk.
"I do. Now, can we go to sleep? I'm actually feeling tired now."
The Diva gave her a lop-sided grin. "Just give me a minute." She said, and stood up, walked over to the window then opened it up wide.
"Rach? What are you doing?"
"I just need to feel the rain on my face." Was the reply. And Rachel put her arms on the window seat, and stuck her head out.
Quinn got up; Rachel was obviously still drunk, and she thought she should probably keep a close eye on her, just in case she fell out or something. "That sounds nice." She said, and mirrored her friends' position, lifting her face to the sky, and closing her eyes.
The rain was neither cold nor warm, but the sensation from Rachel's bare arm pressed against hers made her feel like she was on fire. "When I was a kid, I never wanted to get married." She sensed the other girl shifting, and felt hot breath on her neck. She swallowed hard. "It was the whole idea of kissing someone in front of hundreds of people." She let out a soft chuckle. "Yes, in my young childhood imagination hundreds of people were there, including Faith Hill, Destiny's Child and Jessica Simpson. Don't ask." Rachel's laughter grazed over her skin, and she could feel her heart pounding.
"Does it still terrify you?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because when I was seven I didn't know what being in love was like. And I don't want a hundred people there, I only want six."
"Which six? Am I one of the six?"
Quinn lowered her head and turned to look at Rachel. There was barely an inch between them, and the intensity in the singers' eyes caught her off guard for a moment. She kept the contact, and slowly moved her hand to wipe the raindrops from the girls' face. "I don't think I could do anything without you from now on." She answered, keeping her hand on Rachel's cheek.
The brunette smiled, and it was an odd smile. "How do you keep doing that?" She asked in a whisper.
"Doing what?" Quinn's voice caught in her throat, and the question came out like someone had stolen her breath for just a second. She knew she should move, they were too close, all of her self control was hanging on by a single thread, but it was battling the part of her that said all she needed to do was lean forward, just a little.
"Make me feel like I'm home."
Quinn let out a sob, and wrapped her arms around the other girl, holding her as close as she could. "I didn't know I did." They stayed like that for some time, until she pulled back and cupped Rachel's face. "I…" She stopped herself from say those three words. "You're my home too." She said, and lifted herself up, kissing the smaller girl on the forehead. "We should get some sleep."
Rachel nodded and stood up straight, holding out her hand to the blonde. When they were both upright, the singer kept hold of Quinn, and with her other hand, closed the window.
The pregnant girl was led back to the bed, and she climbed in, waiting for Rachel to join her. The smaller girl snuggled up to her and dragged the blanket further up, then she resting her head on a shoulder, and placed her hand on the swollen stomach.
"Rach?" The blonde asked into a mass of brown hair.
"Yeah?"
"I'm really glad you chose me and not Finn."
"There was never a choice to make." The Diva said, and rubbed the blondes' belly softly, her voice getting quieter. "You're my serenity."
Quinn felt the other girls' breathing slow down and she knew that Rachel had fallen asleep. She closed her eyes; too tired to think about how life had a tendency to surprise you, too spent to think about how this had been the best day of her life. The only thing she thought about, as sleep finally consumed her, was that she brought peace to the girl she loved.
.
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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.
A/N: This chapter is considerably shorter than usual (For which I apologize, and promise it won't happen again) It's also the least fluffiest. It felt weird to have this section, and then a few lines later have it go back to the usual shenanigans. So I made this a lone chapter.
Chapter 16
It was ten minutes after Quinn had put on her night clothes and managed to move Rachel in the bed so she had enough room to lie in it- when it started to rain. She sighed when she heard it hit the window, and she extracting herself from the bed to look outside.
She liked the sound of the rain hitting glass, but then again, she liked the rain, period. There was something about it that stirred up romantic notions inside of her; it always had, even before her recently renewed passion for books.
It was still dark, and the sporadic street lights only illuminated the occasional parked car and passing animal. If this were a city there would still be people out in the street, but the suburbs tended to be pretty quiet. Only once did she ever catch anything exciting happen at this time of the morning, and that was when one of her parents neighbours found out her husband had cheated on her, and threw out all of his clothes. The whole neighbourhood talked about it for months.
She preferred it when there was a storm. She and her sister would go outside while the rain came crashing down, and the thunder and lightening was close. They would lift up their arms and their faces to the sky, and let themselves get soaked to the skin. Judy and Richard disapproved of this, like they did most things she and Cassie actually enjoyed doing.
God she missed doing things like that, she stopped because she was told it was childish, but now she wondered if that really mattered.
She walked away from the window, and picked up the pickles she'd managed to sneak upstairs with her, and she chuckled evilly at her ability to get away with food theft while she was pregnant, then she went to her backpack and took out the book she'd been trying to get through for the last month, and walked back to where she'd been and sat down on the window seat and opened the jar.
She'd managed to get through four pages when she heard- "Are you eating those things again?"
Quinn turned to look at a sleepy Rachel and frowned. "Did the smell wake you up?"
"Yup." The singer nodded.
"Seriously? I spent like, five minutes trying to wake you up, and it took me another five to move you so I could get into bed, and I got nothing from you, and the smell of vinegar is the thing that brings you out of the drink induced coma!"
"I'm sorry." Rachel pouted as she sat up.
"I'm not angry at you, Doof." The blonde smiled as she closed the book and walked over to her friend.
"Oh, okay." The brunette smiled back at her happily, watching her every move as she made her way to sit next to her.
The way Rachel was looking at her now was just like the way she had all those weeks ago, when she had taken her home after the painkiller incident. But unlike then, those soulful eyes didn't make her uncomfortable, they made her feel wanted, and cared for.
The moment she took a seat on the bed, Rachel got out of it, and pulled off her pyjama top over her head then threw it on the floor. "I'm warm. Need a thinner top"
"Mmm hmm." Quinn squeaked, and turned her head away 'Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God. Don't look, don't look, don't look.' She rubbed her hands over her face and tried to erase the image of Rachel in just her bra. It didn't seem to work. This was clearly a sight that was going to be burned into her memory like a tattoo. And if she was honest with herself, it was something she was going enjoy recalling whenever she wanted to. And at that thought, she bit her lip to hide her smile, even though the smaller girl couldn't see her.
She felt the bed dip, and risked a peek. The brunette was wearing a white ripped-v-neck cotton tee that hugged her in all the right places. And it looked familiar. "Where did you get that from?" She asked.
"Santana gave it to me; she said it might get warm." Rachel looked down then looked at the blonde. "Why? Is there something wrong with it?"
"Nope." Quinn grinned.
"Good." The singer seemed pleased by this, and pointed to the window. "It's raining outside."
"I know."
"Don't you think it's romantic?"
Quinn cocked her head slightly, and frowned. Maybe Rachel really is a little bit psychic. "I guess." She shrugged, not really understanding why she answered the question like that.
"You guess?" The singer had that crazed determined face she got on occasion, which was usually the led up to a very long rant.
The blonde held her hands up. "Okay, okay. Yes, I do think it's romantic. Happy?"
"Only if you mean it." Rachel said with a sulk.
"I do. Now, can we go to sleep? I'm actually feeling tired now."
The Diva gave her a lop-sided grin. "Just give me a minute." She said, and stood up, walked over to the window then opened it up wide.
"Rach? What are you doing?"
"I just need to feel the rain on my face." Was the reply. And Rachel put her arms on the window seat, and stuck her head out.
Quinn got up; Rachel was obviously still drunk, and she thought she should probably keep a close eye on her, just in case she fell out or something. "That sounds nice." She said, and mirrored her friends' position, lifting her face to the sky, and closing her eyes.
The rain was neither cold nor warm, but the sensation from Rachel's bare arm pressed against hers made her feel like she was on fire. "When I was a kid, I never wanted to get married." She sensed the other girl shifting, and felt hot breath on her neck. She swallowed hard. "It was the whole idea of kissing someone in front of hundreds of people." She let out a soft chuckle. "Yes, in my young childhood imagination hundreds of people were there, including Faith Hill, Destiny's Child and Jessica Simpson. Don't ask." Rachel's laughter grazed over her skin, and she could feel her heart pounding.
"Does it still terrify you?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because when I was seven I didn't know what being in love was like. And I don't want a hundred people there, I only want six."
"Which six? Am I one of the six?"
Quinn lowered her head and turned to look at Rachel. There was barely an inch between them, and the intensity in the singers' eyes caught her off guard for a moment. She kept the contact, and slowly moved her hand to wipe the raindrops from the girls' face. "I don't think I could do anything without you from now on." She answered, keeping her hand on Rachel's cheek.
The brunette smiled, and it was an odd smile. "How do you keep doing that?" She asked in a whisper.
"Doing what?" Quinn's voice caught in her throat, and the question came out like someone had stolen her breath for just a second. She knew she should move, they were too close, all of her self control was hanging on by a single thread, but it was battling the part of her that said all she needed to do was lean forward, just a little.
"Make me feel like I'm home."
Quinn let out a sob, and wrapped her arms around the other girl, holding her as close as she could. "I didn't know I did." They stayed like that for some time, until she pulled back and cupped Rachel's face. "I…" She stopped herself from say those three words. "You're my home too." She said, and lifted herself up, kissing the smaller girl on the forehead. "We should get some sleep."
Rachel nodded and stood up straight, holding out her hand to the blonde. When they were both upright, the singer kept hold of Quinn, and with her other hand, closed the window.
The pregnant girl was led back to the bed, and she climbed in, waiting for Rachel to join her. The smaller girl snuggled up to her and dragged the blanket further up, then she resting her head on a shoulder, and placed her hand on the swollen stomach.
"Rach?" The blonde asked into a mass of brown hair.
"Yeah?"
"I'm really glad you chose me and not Finn."
"There was never a choice to make." The Diva said, and rubbed the blondes' belly softly, her voice getting quieter. "You're my serenity."
Quinn felt the other girls' breathing slow down and she knew that Rachel had fallen asleep. She closed her eyes; too tired to think about how life had a tendency to surprise you, too spent to think about how this had been the best day of her life. The only thing she thought about, as sleep finally consumed her, was that she brought peace to the girl she loved.
.
.