Worst Superpower Ever, Ch. 10/?
Title: Worst Superpower Ever, Ch. 10/?
Author: Bladed Darkness
Category: Glee
Summary: Based on this prompt: Rachel is an accidental pervert - she has the unfortunate ability to catch girls in all states of undress or somehow ends up in compromising positions with them constantly. She's gotten used to it, until it starts happening with an alarming frequency with Quinn. Based on a prompt in the Glee Kink Meme. Part of the gleewriteoff
Pairings: Faberry; Brittana.
Length: 1500+
Rating: PG-13
Previous Parts:
Prologue (written by vsquared_k )
Chapter 1 (written by llaurorall )
Chapter 2 (written by first_love88 )
Chapter 3 (written by rainbowruse )
Chapter 4 (written by shyath )
Chapter 5 (written by vsquared_k )
Chapter 6 (written by kiarcheo )
Chapter 7 (written by bladeddarkness )
Chapter 8 (written by queengreen )
Chapter 9 (written by cranberry_pi )
An awkward silence lingered in the air for a few minutes.
Quinn was sort of at a loss. What was one supposed to do when their mother hit on their... whatever? Quasi-rival?
Rachel was staring at Quinn with wide eyes, fearing the pending explosion.
The blonde took a breath. “I'm really sorry about that,” she started, figuring an apology was probably a good place to start.
Rachel shrugged.“It happens.”
“Seriously?” Quinn's eyebrow shot up, a spike of anger rushing through her.
“Only to Noah, I'm sure,” Rachel quipped, breaking the sudden tension, and Quinn couldn't hold back her chuckle. She cautiously moved to sit next to Rachel on the bed, keeping some distance between them.
“I swear this is the first time she's ever done,” Quinn made a motion, “that.” She paused. “At least that I know of.”
Rachel crinkled her nose. “Do Santana and Brittany ever come over?”
“Sometimes,” Quinn said. Her eyes widened. “Why? You don't think - ”
“No, no, no. Those two are wrapped up in each other. Trust me,” muttered Rachel. She hoped the older Fabray hadn't walked in on the pair at some point, although it seemed like the two girls had developed a system to avoid getting caught - for the most part.
“Trust you?” asked Quinn, mistaking Rachel's frown for disappointment. She paused for a moment, considering. “How has Santana not killed you yet?” The cheerleader hated anyone trying to separate her from what she considered hers, namely Brittany.
“She's used to it by now.”
Quinn wasn't sure what irritated her more, that Rachel showed such a frequent interest in Brittany in comparison to acting on such urges for Quinn only recently, or that she had been interested in Brittany for so long that Santana no longer viewed her as a threat and as such did not care. She paused in her mental train of thought. Unless Rachel was actually into Santana instead...
“I should get home. My fathers are sure to be distraught thanks to both my tardiness today and my absence yesterday evening,” Rachel said, standing and smoothing down her skirt.
Quinn jerked her eyes up from the creamy expanse of skin. “I'll give you a ride.”
“Sweetheart, why don't you stay for dinner?” Judy asked as she caught them coming down the stairs, ignoring the startled look that crossed her daughter's face.
“Oh, um. You know, I really shouldn't - ” Rachel started, inching back and towards Quinn.
“Nonsense, sweetie,” interrupted Judy, flashing a smile at Rachel. The girl stared at her dazedly and Judy's smile grew. “Stay.”
Quinn bristled. 'I can't believe she's-' Her thought cut off as Rachel nodded slowly.
The brunette suddenly blinked slowly a few times and turned to face the younger Fabray. “Only if it's okay with Quinn, of course.” Behind her, Judy frowned.
“Oh. Yeah. Sure, Rachel,” answered Quinn, a little thrown off-guard and even more confused.
While Quinn still had difficulty controlling the extent of her power and preventing it from lashing out onto unsuspecting peers, her mother's abilities far surpassed her own and exhibited a finesse and control - borne from years of honing - that Quinn envied.
She didn't quite understand how Rachel of all people was able to resist her mother's charms. Especially since Rachel soaked up attention and seemed to have a desire to catch every female naked at least once in her life.
“Excellent,” Judy said, breaking up their staring contest and clapping her hands excitedly. “I'm going to go... freshen up,” she husked, brushing her fingertips along Rachel's arms as she walked passed her and up the stairs, leaving the girls alone once again in silence.
“I should go, y'know, wash my hands.” She gestured up the stairs in case Quinn didn't get her point. The girl hummed, heading into the kitchen to make sure her mother had made something actually edible for both them and Rachel.
Rachel paused outside the bedroom as she heard soft murmurs.
“I just need a little more time. She'll be wrapped around my fingers. She's just presenting a unique problem. No. Yes. I understand. I'll have her convinced before you can scrub down every grain of wood in that desk of yours, dearie.” There was a click as Judy shut the phone and then a rustle as she moved articles of clothing around in the closet.
~
“This is really good, Mrs. Fabray,” Rachel complimented, scooping some more rice onto her spoon.
“Sweetheart, call me Judy,” the older woman insisted. Rachel nodded reluctantly, shoving her spoonful into her mouth to avoid commenting.
The feeling of something softly brushing against her ankle caused Rachel to jump. She squeezed her eyes shut. 'Please be Quinn, please be Quinn, please be Quinn...' Unfortunately, when she opened them, the younger blonde seemed oblivious, staring heatedly at her stir-fry with a scowl, and Judy was wearing a small smirk. Rachel sighed internally. It was going to be a long meal.
~
The slam of the front door reverberated throughout the neighborhood. Rachel winced as Quinn shouldered passed her. The blonde held open the car door and tapped her foot impatiently. Rachel scurried towards her.
And promptly tripped on a crack in the sidewalk, sprawling into Quinn.
“Berry,” growled the cheerleader once she had regained her breath. Rachel squeaked and pulled away.
“Sorry!”
“Can you not control yourself?” Quinn hissed, eyes darting about. “In front of my neighbors, really? Do you know what they'll say?”
“Nothing happened!”
“Get in the car.”
Rachel did as she was told, wincing again as Quinn slammed the car door. She started the car, breathing heavily, before piercing the brunette with a look and pulling out of the driveway. The first part of the trip was spent in silence before Quinn spoke again.
“You pinned me to the car and molested me.”
Rachel gulped. “It was an accident?”
“YOU GRABBED MY BOOB!”
“... Honestly Quinn, you're making a scene.”
SCREECH!
Her patience entirely snapped, Quinn pinched the bridge of her nose before taking a deep breath. “Get out.” Rachel gave her a blank look. “Get out of my car.”
Ever so slowly, Rachel stepped out of the car and shut the door gently, before heading towards the center of the park.
Feeling her power calm, Quinn relaxed then thumped her head on the steering wheel. “Damn it.” In one smooth motion she was out of the car and sprinting after the petite brunette. “Rachel!”
Rachel froze as she passed by a tree, sharp tingle racing down her spine. “Of course.”
“Ugh, calm down, dwarf,” Santana snarled, glowering, still holding Brittany's leg up. “We were just stretching.”
“Totally,” Brittany added. She grinned at Rachel. “San says we should always stretch before doing things like - ”
“I don't want to hear anymore!” Rachel exclaimed, clapping her hands over her ears and storming off, back towards Quinn.
Brittany stared after her as Santana returned to pressing light kisses to her neck. “Think she'll ever say yes?”
Santana crinkled her nose. “Gross.” The brunette lifted her head, watching as the singer grabbed Quinn by the arm and nearly dragged her to the car. “Nah.
~
There was no slight change to warn her. So despite her initial urge to once again curse Shelby, she quickly realized it was just happenstance that she happened to catch her fathers wrapped up in each other on the couch when she got home, Quinn in tow after a spontaneous invitation to come inside.
“Did you even notice I didn't come home last night?” Rachel asked, exasperated. Even when her lousypower wasn't trying to kill her social life, she was experiencing the level of mortification of which teen movies were made.
Thank goodness Quinn was the phone.
“Yes. I understand Coach Sylvester. I'll let Berry know.” Involuntarily, Rachel gulped.
Quinn met her eyes. “You're to report to Coach tomorrow morning at seven o'clock. She wants a word."
~
A reluctant Rachel trudged into Coach Sylvester's office at McKinley bright and early the next morning, with all the resignation of a prisoner to the gallows.
Sue gestured. “Have a seat, Streisand.” Even more cautiously, Rachel sat on the edge of her chair. Sue peered at her.
Unable to stand the silence, and squirming under Coach's eagle-eye, Rachel spoke. “Is there a point to this meeting or are you just going to stare at me?”
“Well you see, it's simple. I want to keep a closer eye on you. In order to accomplish that without being subjected to the eyesore that is William's youth-inspired articles of knitted horror, I need to bring you into the fold.” Sue tossed her a piece of paper, ignoring the gaping look of horror she was being given. “I expect you to sign that in legally-binding blood.” She leaned back into her chair, hands setting her glasses down on the desk. “Becky, get the songbird in heat a uniform.”
With resigned trepidation, Rachel trudged along after the shorter girl.