We Might Fall Fast. We Might Fall Hard (18/?)
Title: We might fall fast. We might fall hard (18/?)
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.
Chaper 18
The delicious aroma of food cooking was making Quinn's stomach grumble, and she patted her belly with her book and told it to shush. It usually took Izzy three hours to make lunch on a Sunday, and it had only been an hour and a half since she threw Quinn out of the kitchen. The blonde smacked her lips in anticipation, and went back to reading.
She didn't mind getting on with the book, she was over half way through it and the knowledge that it would be over soon alleviated the feeling that she was wading through literary tar. Although, her amiable mood towards the book probably had something to do with her current position; lying down in bed, with Rachel tucked up cosy in the nook of her arm, and the singers hand resting itself on her bump, while the blonde was stroking the other girls' hair. The Diva had rolled into that position not long after Quinn had had to move from a sitting position because her back ached, and it was probably the only time she was happy to be in pain.
"Good morning."
Quinn looked up to see Santana and Brittany standing in the doorway of the bedroom; both of them wearing incredibly dopey smiles. "You two are finally up." She said quietly, and checked to see if Rachel had stirred.
"We decided to have a nice, relaxing Sunday." Brittany said as she rested her chin on the taller brunettes shoulder. "We've been looking at the rainbow outside for ages."
The pregnant girl turned to face the window, and smiled. "I hadn't even noticed that."
"Maybe you should start paying closer attention to things around you." Santana said, and Quinn turned back to her friend and gave her a curious look. She was clearly missing something.
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing." The brunette quirked her brow. "Or maybe everything. Who is to say?"
"You're being really weird right now." The blonde frowned.
"I know. My brain feels like it's covered in cotton wool; everything is all muffled." The taller brunette shrugged.
"Hang over?"
"Yeah. And super tired."
"No caffeine!" Quinn warned. "You need a detox from that stuff."
"Bossy Boots."
"Caffeine junkie."
"God, even my name calling is sub-par today." The Latina groaned. "When did you wake up?"
"Since you screamed the house down."
"But, that was like, hours ago. Have you been in here this entire time?"
"Izzy threw me out of the kitchen. I didn't know where else to go."
Santana smirked, looking between Quinn and Rachel. "Couldn't have gone into the lounge and watched some TV or anything? You just had to come back in here, didn't you? So, have you made a creepy top ten list of adorable things Rachel does when she's asleep?"
"No! I only got up to four." She grinned, and her friend had to stifle a chuckle.
"You want company?" Brittany asked. "Me and San were going downstairs to see if we can find something good to watch, but we can stay here if you want."
"I'm pretty sure Quinn's happy, exactly where she is, B."
"Because she's feeling up Rachel?"
This time Santana couldn't quieten her laugh, especially at seeing Quinn's panicked expression. "Enjoy yourself Tubbers." She said as she took the taller blondes hand, and pulled her out of the room.
"You know, if anything, I'm the one feeling you up." Rachel mumbled onto the blonde's shoulder.
Quinn stiffened. "How long have you been awake?"
"Long enough to know I do four adorable things when I sleep." The brunette raised herself, and smiled at her friend. "I can't believe you think I only do four cute things! I came up with at least seven for you."
The pregnant girl eyed the Diva for a moment, and all she saw was a girl with messy hair, and an impish glint. "Well, I was reading for some of the time." She relaxed, and brushed the hair out of Rachel's face. "What's my seven then?"
"I am not telling you that, until you come up with another three for me."
"But, you're awake now."
"Then I suppose you could make a creepy top ten list of adorable things I do, when I'm awake."
"Have you made one of those for me?"
"Perhaps." Rachel grinned, and collapsed back down, nuzzling herself in the blondes' shoulder.
Quinn felt confused. It seemed like Rachel was flirting. She knew she was, but Rachel? Was this just how Rachel was? She thought about how the singer behaved with Santana and Brittany, because they both brought out different traits of her personality. When she was around Brittany, she saw the wonder in all the little things that people take for granted when they get older. Like watching an endless Slinky on an escalator, or pretending to be a cowboy bear. Santana on the other hand - apart from leading her into a life of crime - somehow brought out a different kind of confidence in Rachel. Not the one they'd been subjected to in Glee; the one that Quinn thought was really how Rachel was until she got to know the girl - but a comfortable one. The nervous energy was slowly disappearing, and was being replaced by something else. Something more, positive. It was weird to think that the grumpiest, snarkiest, most aggressive person she knew could bring out something so… Serene
Then she thought about how Rachel was with her. Emotional and physical. But then, Quinn was the same way with Rachel. Maybe she thought they were like sisters? No, that can't be right, that was definitely flirting. Right? Quinn had been flirted with before, many, many times in fact, and this was very similar, however, it had been quite some time since anyone had showed her any interest.
God damn, this was frustrating.
The blonde decided to see if her friend did the possible-flirty thing in front of people. Preferably Santana and/ or Brittany, because the idea of asking the Mr. Berry's if they thought their daughter was flirting with her was just, wrong.
That little voice in her head that told her not to get her hopes up was singing the same old tune, and this time Charlie handed her the club to beat it with.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course." Rachel answered; rolling onto her back, but still stayed close to the blonde.
"You know that dream you had?" Quinn asked, and let her hand start playing with the singers' hair.
"The one with the epic shoot-out?"
"No. The other one. The one where we're a family." She wondered if she should be asking about this. It really was only a dream, and people come up with lots of things when they dream. Things they don't want.
But then again…
Rachel flipped onto her stomach, and lifted herself up onto her arms; still maintaining the closeness. The blonde, whose fingers were still entwined in the other girls' hair, moved her hand down to Rachel's neck, and pulled her forward. The singer rested her forehead onto Quinn's and she felt the warm breath of a contented sigh roll across her face. "Whatever you decide, you'll always have us. Dad, daddy and I have talked about this."
"You have?"
"Of course. We talked about it before you came to live with us."
"Even if I decide to keep Baby?"
"Whatever you decide. We didn't invite you into our home with the intention of it being just a temporary solution. We did it with the knowledge that there may, very well be a tiny human in our lives very soon. We haven't brought it up, because we were waiting for you to be ready. And we didn't want to seem like we were pressuring you into anything."
"How do your Dad's feel about the possibility of having a baby in the house? I mean, they aren't my Dad's, but you know, they've become family. Are they just accepting this? Or, I mean…" Quinn struggled with her words. She felt nervous, and a little excited.
"Quinn. My Dad's have been secretly buying baby clothes and stuffed animals, and things to baby-proof the house with. They don't know, I know." The singer laughed softly. "But they've already become doting grandparents. I probably shouldn't have told you that. It comes very close to pressuring you."
The blonde traced her fingers down the back of Rachel's neck slowly, letting herself enjoy the warmth of the soft skin, and then she placed her hand on the other girls' cheek. "And what about you?" She asked quietly.
"I may have bought some baby clothes myself." The brunette let out an embarrassed laugh.
Quinn placed the book down next to her on the bed, and put her now free hand on Rachel's other cheek. "You know, for a long time, I thought that getting pregnant was the worse thing that could've ever happened to me. I lost everything that I thought mattered to me; like being the popular head cheerleader, and its only been in the last few weeks that I realized I didn't really lose that much, not in comparison to what I've gained. My parents disowning me hurt like hell, but now I have a home to live in, with you and your Dad's, and not just a house. So thinking about it; getting pregnant was actually, the best thing that happened to me." She moved her arms to wrap them around the singer. "Perhaps we could talk to your Dad's later?"
"I think that's a good idea." Rachel nodded, and leaned in to kiss Quinn on the cheek. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to have my own, very important conversation." She gave the blonde a wicked smile, and shimmied out of her arms, and down the bed; resting her head on Quinn's bump. "Hello Baby!" The blonde chuckled softly and linked finger's with Rachel's hand, which was resting on her stomach. "So there has been an update since our most recent discussion-"
"Recent?" Quinn asked in an amused tone. "How many have you had?"
"A few." Rachel answered haughtily, and gave the pregnant girl another grin. "Normally I wait until you're asleep. A jack-hammer couldn't wake you once you're out."
"Hmm. Well, I didn't know that. Can I join in with this conversation?"
"I suppose you could."
"Awesome, you can proceed with your discussion now."
"Thank you, that's very kind." Rachel said sarcastically, and turned her attention back to the bump. "So, anyway, the possibility of you living with us has increased quite a bit, by my calculations, around twenty percent. Which is good, although your Mom might change her mind when she realizes that she and I will probably have to share my room."
"We will? I don't mind that." Quinn sucked in her cheeks to stop herself from smiling like a lunatic.
"As it turns out Baby, that little problem isn't a problem at all. Everything is hunky dory on that front. Another thing I would like to talk about is your name. Now, we can't keep calling you Baby, because people will either be mean to you, or they'll quote Dirty Dancing at you; so my nomination is Lily - it came to me in a dream - and if you think that you would be a name you might like, just give your Mom a little nudge." Rachel managed to sing a few bars of Defying Gravity before Quinn felt the kick.
"That is cheating Rachel Berry!"
"No it isn't, it's completely legitimate." The brunette chuckled.
"I guess that it's a good think I quite like the name then." Quinn said, and put her hand on the other's girls head, and began caressing.
"I guess it is." The singer looked up at her sleepily, then nestled herself back to the blondes stomach. "Last thing I would like to discuss with you today Baby Lily, is the stress you might have felt last night. I'm very sorry about that, we broke into school and your Mom was a little bit on edge. But now we have lots of balls, and when you're older we'll teach you the best, and most confusing game, ever to be invented. It'll be super."
"Oh no! I've just realized you won't be able to dress up as a cheerleader to cheer me on now you're in the team."
"You seem awfully keen on getting me into a Cheerio's outfit." Rachel quirked a brow, and licked her bottom lip a little.
"What can I say?" Quinn swallowed, and then inhaled deeply. She had two options as far as she could tell. Either she could shrug it off, or she could tell the truth. "I'd like to see you in it." She went with the truth. Well, the bare bones of the truth anyway.
Rachel stared at her for a moment, and then said; "Okay." She didn't elaborate, and the blonde wasn't going to push it.
"Oh my goodness! I'm terribly sorry!" Both girls looked at the door and saw Santana standing with her back to them.
"What are you doing, Lopez?" Quinn asked, and patted Rachel on the head because the girl had started laughing.
"I came to get a thing, but I can see you're busy."
"No we're not!" The blonde frowned. She looked down at Rachel, and realized the position they were in; at a quick glance, might look a bit rude. "Get in here for crying out loud. Rachel was just talking to Baby is all."
"Oh," The taller brunette sounded relieved, and turned around. "I thought something else was going on. Why is she still laughing?" Santana pointed at the Diva.
"Probably because you sound like someone from Victorian England when you're awkwardly embarrassed. It's a surprise to me too."
"Izzy's fault." The Latina said with a shrug. "Have you seen a rubber squid anywhere?"
"In here? No. But then I haven't been snooping."
"Crap. She must've got rid of it. Never mind, I'll get another one." Santana looked at her watch and then back to the two girls. "Be downstairs in forty-five, Iz will be needing help with things for lunch. If you two are staying that is. She says if you are, then Rach; you have to tell her what vegan stuff you like. And also, if you want to invite your Dad's."
Rachel gave her a questioning look, after calming her laughter down.
"She has this thing that Sunday lunch is a family thing, and she always makes a shit ton of food."
"I'll ask them."
"Cool. Carry on with what you were doing." Santana nodded at the two of them with a knowing smirk, and left the room.
There was silence for a few seconds, and then Rachel wriggled back up to the top of the bed. "What did she think we were doing?"
"You know… Something… Sexual."
"I may not know a great deal about cunnilinguis, but I'm almost certain that I was at the wrong angle for that."
Quinn let out a giggle. "Only 'Almost certain'? You don't know for sure then."
"No. I suppose I should research it." Rachel gave the girl a smile before dropping back down on the bed, and cuddling up to her.
The blonde gave the singer a sideways glance.
Yeah. That was definitely flirting.
Probably.
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.
Chaper 18
The delicious aroma of food cooking was making Quinn's stomach grumble, and she patted her belly with her book and told it to shush. It usually took Izzy three hours to make lunch on a Sunday, and it had only been an hour and a half since she threw Quinn out of the kitchen. The blonde smacked her lips in anticipation, and went back to reading.
She didn't mind getting on with the book, she was over half way through it and the knowledge that it would be over soon alleviated the feeling that she was wading through literary tar. Although, her amiable mood towards the book probably had something to do with her current position; lying down in bed, with Rachel tucked up cosy in the nook of her arm, and the singers hand resting itself on her bump, while the blonde was stroking the other girls' hair. The Diva had rolled into that position not long after Quinn had had to move from a sitting position because her back ached, and it was probably the only time she was happy to be in pain.
"Good morning."
Quinn looked up to see Santana and Brittany standing in the doorway of the bedroom; both of them wearing incredibly dopey smiles. "You two are finally up." She said quietly, and checked to see if Rachel had stirred.
"We decided to have a nice, relaxing Sunday." Brittany said as she rested her chin on the taller brunettes shoulder. "We've been looking at the rainbow outside for ages."
The pregnant girl turned to face the window, and smiled. "I hadn't even noticed that."
"Maybe you should start paying closer attention to things around you." Santana said, and Quinn turned back to her friend and gave her a curious look. She was clearly missing something.
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing." The brunette quirked her brow. "Or maybe everything. Who is to say?"
"You're being really weird right now." The blonde frowned.
"I know. My brain feels like it's covered in cotton wool; everything is all muffled." The taller brunette shrugged.
"Hang over?"
"Yeah. And super tired."
"No caffeine!" Quinn warned. "You need a detox from that stuff."
"Bossy Boots."
"Caffeine junkie."
"God, even my name calling is sub-par today." The Latina groaned. "When did you wake up?"
"Since you screamed the house down."
"But, that was like, hours ago. Have you been in here this entire time?"
"Izzy threw me out of the kitchen. I didn't know where else to go."
Santana smirked, looking between Quinn and Rachel. "Couldn't have gone into the lounge and watched some TV or anything? You just had to come back in here, didn't you? So, have you made a creepy top ten list of adorable things Rachel does when she's asleep?"
"No! I only got up to four." She grinned, and her friend had to stifle a chuckle.
"You want company?" Brittany asked. "Me and San were going downstairs to see if we can find something good to watch, but we can stay here if you want."
"I'm pretty sure Quinn's happy, exactly where she is, B."
"Because she's feeling up Rachel?"
This time Santana couldn't quieten her laugh, especially at seeing Quinn's panicked expression. "Enjoy yourself Tubbers." She said as she took the taller blondes hand, and pulled her out of the room.
"You know, if anything, I'm the one feeling you up." Rachel mumbled onto the blonde's shoulder.
Quinn stiffened. "How long have you been awake?"
"Long enough to know I do four adorable things when I sleep." The brunette raised herself, and smiled at her friend. "I can't believe you think I only do four cute things! I came up with at least seven for you."
The pregnant girl eyed the Diva for a moment, and all she saw was a girl with messy hair, and an impish glint. "Well, I was reading for some of the time." She relaxed, and brushed the hair out of Rachel's face. "What's my seven then?"
"I am not telling you that, until you come up with another three for me."
"But, you're awake now."
"Then I suppose you could make a creepy top ten list of adorable things I do, when I'm awake."
"Have you made one of those for me?"
"Perhaps." Rachel grinned, and collapsed back down, nuzzling herself in the blondes' shoulder.
Quinn felt confused. It seemed like Rachel was flirting. She knew she was, but Rachel? Was this just how Rachel was? She thought about how the singer behaved with Santana and Brittany, because they both brought out different traits of her personality. When she was around Brittany, she saw the wonder in all the little things that people take for granted when they get older. Like watching an endless Slinky on an escalator, or pretending to be a cowboy bear. Santana on the other hand - apart from leading her into a life of crime - somehow brought out a different kind of confidence in Rachel. Not the one they'd been subjected to in Glee; the one that Quinn thought was really how Rachel was until she got to know the girl - but a comfortable one. The nervous energy was slowly disappearing, and was being replaced by something else. Something more, positive. It was weird to think that the grumpiest, snarkiest, most aggressive person she knew could bring out something so… Serene
Then she thought about how Rachel was with her. Emotional and physical. But then, Quinn was the same way with Rachel. Maybe she thought they were like sisters? No, that can't be right, that was definitely flirting. Right? Quinn had been flirted with before, many, many times in fact, and this was very similar, however, it had been quite some time since anyone had showed her any interest.
God damn, this was frustrating.
The blonde decided to see if her friend did the possible-flirty thing in front of people. Preferably Santana and/ or Brittany, because the idea of asking the Mr. Berry's if they thought their daughter was flirting with her was just, wrong.
That little voice in her head that told her not to get her hopes up was singing the same old tune, and this time Charlie handed her the club to beat it with.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course." Rachel answered; rolling onto her back, but still stayed close to the blonde.
"You know that dream you had?" Quinn asked, and let her hand start playing with the singers' hair.
"The one with the epic shoot-out?"
"No. The other one. The one where we're a family." She wondered if she should be asking about this. It really was only a dream, and people come up with lots of things when they dream. Things they don't want.
But then again…
Rachel flipped onto her stomach, and lifted herself up onto her arms; still maintaining the closeness. The blonde, whose fingers were still entwined in the other girls' hair, moved her hand down to Rachel's neck, and pulled her forward. The singer rested her forehead onto Quinn's and she felt the warm breath of a contented sigh roll across her face. "Whatever you decide, you'll always have us. Dad, daddy and I have talked about this."
"You have?"
"Of course. We talked about it before you came to live with us."
"Even if I decide to keep Baby?"
"Whatever you decide. We didn't invite you into our home with the intention of it being just a temporary solution. We did it with the knowledge that there may, very well be a tiny human in our lives very soon. We haven't brought it up, because we were waiting for you to be ready. And we didn't want to seem like we were pressuring you into anything."
"How do your Dad's feel about the possibility of having a baby in the house? I mean, they aren't my Dad's, but you know, they've become family. Are they just accepting this? Or, I mean…" Quinn struggled with her words. She felt nervous, and a little excited.
"Quinn. My Dad's have been secretly buying baby clothes and stuffed animals, and things to baby-proof the house with. They don't know, I know." The singer laughed softly. "But they've already become doting grandparents. I probably shouldn't have told you that. It comes very close to pressuring you."
The blonde traced her fingers down the back of Rachel's neck slowly, letting herself enjoy the warmth of the soft skin, and then she placed her hand on the other girls' cheek. "And what about you?" She asked quietly.
"I may have bought some baby clothes myself." The brunette let out an embarrassed laugh.
Quinn placed the book down next to her on the bed, and put her now free hand on Rachel's other cheek. "You know, for a long time, I thought that getting pregnant was the worse thing that could've ever happened to me. I lost everything that I thought mattered to me; like being the popular head cheerleader, and its only been in the last few weeks that I realized I didn't really lose that much, not in comparison to what I've gained. My parents disowning me hurt like hell, but now I have a home to live in, with you and your Dad's, and not just a house. So thinking about it; getting pregnant was actually, the best thing that happened to me." She moved her arms to wrap them around the singer. "Perhaps we could talk to your Dad's later?"
"I think that's a good idea." Rachel nodded, and leaned in to kiss Quinn on the cheek. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to have my own, very important conversation." She gave the blonde a wicked smile, and shimmied out of her arms, and down the bed; resting her head on Quinn's bump. "Hello Baby!" The blonde chuckled softly and linked finger's with Rachel's hand, which was resting on her stomach. "So there has been an update since our most recent discussion-"
"Recent?" Quinn asked in an amused tone. "How many have you had?"
"A few." Rachel answered haughtily, and gave the pregnant girl another grin. "Normally I wait until you're asleep. A jack-hammer couldn't wake you once you're out."
"Hmm. Well, I didn't know that. Can I join in with this conversation?"
"I suppose you could."
"Awesome, you can proceed with your discussion now."
"Thank you, that's very kind." Rachel said sarcastically, and turned her attention back to the bump. "So, anyway, the possibility of you living with us has increased quite a bit, by my calculations, around twenty percent. Which is good, although your Mom might change her mind when she realizes that she and I will probably have to share my room."
"We will? I don't mind that." Quinn sucked in her cheeks to stop herself from smiling like a lunatic.
"As it turns out Baby, that little problem isn't a problem at all. Everything is hunky dory on that front. Another thing I would like to talk about is your name. Now, we can't keep calling you Baby, because people will either be mean to you, or they'll quote Dirty Dancing at you; so my nomination is Lily - it came to me in a dream - and if you think that you would be a name you might like, just give your Mom a little nudge." Rachel managed to sing a few bars of Defying Gravity before Quinn felt the kick.
"That is cheating Rachel Berry!"
"No it isn't, it's completely legitimate." The brunette chuckled.
"I guess that it's a good think I quite like the name then." Quinn said, and put her hand on the other's girls head, and began caressing.
"I guess it is." The singer looked up at her sleepily, then nestled herself back to the blondes stomach. "Last thing I would like to discuss with you today Baby Lily, is the stress you might have felt last night. I'm very sorry about that, we broke into school and your Mom was a little bit on edge. But now we have lots of balls, and when you're older we'll teach you the best, and most confusing game, ever to be invented. It'll be super."
"Oh no! I've just realized you won't be able to dress up as a cheerleader to cheer me on now you're in the team."
"You seem awfully keen on getting me into a Cheerio's outfit." Rachel quirked a brow, and licked her bottom lip a little.
"What can I say?" Quinn swallowed, and then inhaled deeply. She had two options as far as she could tell. Either she could shrug it off, or she could tell the truth. "I'd like to see you in it." She went with the truth. Well, the bare bones of the truth anyway.
Rachel stared at her for a moment, and then said; "Okay." She didn't elaborate, and the blonde wasn't going to push it.
"Oh my goodness! I'm terribly sorry!" Both girls looked at the door and saw Santana standing with her back to them.
"What are you doing, Lopez?" Quinn asked, and patted Rachel on the head because the girl had started laughing.
"I came to get a thing, but I can see you're busy."
"No we're not!" The blonde frowned. She looked down at Rachel, and realized the position they were in; at a quick glance, might look a bit rude. "Get in here for crying out loud. Rachel was just talking to Baby is all."
"Oh," The taller brunette sounded relieved, and turned around. "I thought something else was going on. Why is she still laughing?" Santana pointed at the Diva.
"Probably because you sound like someone from Victorian England when you're awkwardly embarrassed. It's a surprise to me too."
"Izzy's fault." The Latina said with a shrug. "Have you seen a rubber squid anywhere?"
"In here? No. But then I haven't been snooping."
"Crap. She must've got rid of it. Never mind, I'll get another one." Santana looked at her watch and then back to the two girls. "Be downstairs in forty-five, Iz will be needing help with things for lunch. If you two are staying that is. She says if you are, then Rach; you have to tell her what vegan stuff you like. And also, if you want to invite your Dad's."
Rachel gave her a questioning look, after calming her laughter down.
"She has this thing that Sunday lunch is a family thing, and she always makes a shit ton of food."
"I'll ask them."
"Cool. Carry on with what you were doing." Santana nodded at the two of them with a knowing smirk, and left the room.
There was silence for a few seconds, and then Rachel wriggled back up to the top of the bed. "What did she think we were doing?"
"You know… Something… Sexual."
"I may not know a great deal about cunnilinguis, but I'm almost certain that I was at the wrong angle for that."
Quinn let out a giggle. "Only 'Almost certain'? You don't know for sure then."
"No. I suppose I should research it." Rachel gave the girl a smile before dropping back down on the bed, and cuddling up to her.
The blonde gave the singer a sideways glance.
Yeah. That was definitely flirting.
Probably.