fic: Two Worlds Collide - (2/5)
Title: Two Worlds Collide
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Sectionals.
Length: 1400
Part: 2/5
Dinner with the Berry’s was interesting, and they managed to keep Quinn’s mind off the inevitable. Rachel’s dads asked about their win at sectionals, and Quinn surprised Rachel when she described her performance as ‘absolutely amazing’. John and Michael, much to Rachel’s protest, told Quinn embarrassing stories of Rachel’s youth, to which Rachel constantly reminded them of how cliché they were behaving. In the small time frame, the four of them had managed to create a perfect little bubble for Quinn. However, Quinn thought, bubbles always burst.
When dinner was finished, Quinn declined the Berry’s invitation to join them for movie night.
“Are you sure?” asked John, who quite enjoyed the girl’s company.
“I’m sure Quinn is very tired, Dad, it has been a very long day and being pregnant has surely added to the everyday stress of being a teenager.” Rachel rambled, in her usual fashion. John agreed and went off to select a movie, and Quinn whispered a small thanks to Rachel, before making her way upstairs. Rachel followed her dad into the lounge room, and the last Quinn heard was the girl’s voice demanding it was musical night, and that Michael should put away any movie that might resemble a romantic comedy, or else.
Quinn sat down on Rachel’s bed, taking in the bright yellow walls, and the cluttered, yet organised room. There were several family photos, framed and placed around the room, hanging on the walls, pinned to a cork board. In the middle of the corkboard was a cop of the Glee clubs year book photo.
“They may all hate me, but they’re important to me” came Rachel’s voice. Quinn looked over to see her leaning against the doorframe.
“They don’t hate you. Me on the other hand...” she trailed off. After the whole Puck vs. Finn debacle, she was sure she wasn’t welcome. Rachel walked into the room and sat down next to Quinn, and saw tears forming in the girl’s eyes.
“No, Quinn. They all knew Puck was the father long before I did. They didn’t hate you then, they’re not going to hate you now.” Quinn’s tears were now falling freely, and Rachel didn’t know what to do. She hesitantly reached her hand out, slowly placing it on Quinn’s back. After all, this was the girl who spent most of their high school lives torturing her, and she wasn’t quite sure how she’d react. Unexpectedly, Quinn latched onto Rachel, sobbing, and Rachel saw this as an invitation to wrap her arms around the girl.
After what felt like hours of crying, Quinn finally calmed down. “I’m sorry” she whispered, her face pressed into Rachel’s neck “I’m so sorry.”
***
When Quinn woke up wrapped in Rachel Berry, she was scared. She was scared at first, because she hadn’t recognised her surroundings. When she finally did though, she became scared at the thought of the complete comfort and serenity she had felt from being in the other girl’s arms.
When she managed to pull herself from the girl’s vice grip, she crawled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. She looked a complete mess. She was dressed in her clothes from yesterday, and they were all wrinkled. Her mascara had smudged and run down her face from all the crying last night. And oh, the crying. She felt so embarrassed, for breaking down like that in front of Rachel. She washed her face, and straightened out her dress, trying to flatten the wrinkles. It did no good. Sighing, she crept back into Rachel’s room to retrieve her clean clothes, hoping desperately she wouldn’t wake up. She wasn’t quite sure where the two stood, and wasn’t really in the mood for any awkward conversations. Stealth must be something you lose when you’re pregnant though, because despite how hard Quinn tried to remain quiet, she’d woken Rachel, who was now looking at her with a curious expression.
“Hi.” Rachel said, with caution.
“Uh..Hi.” Quinn replied, feeling guilty. “Sorry for waking you up. I was just trying to get my clothes.”
“Oh!” was the sound that came from Rachel, as the memories from the night before came back to her. “Do you need to shower? There are spare towels in the cupboard across the hall.”
“Right.” Quinn replied. “Thanks.” Awkward conversation? Check.
When Quinn returned from her shower, she happened upon Rachel looking at her small Cheerios bag with concern. “Is that all you have? Or is the rest of your stuff at Finn’s?” she asked, cutting bluntly. No point in dancing around the subject, she thought.
“No, ah...most of my clothes are still at my parent’s house. I kinda wanted to get out of there as soon as possible and didn’t really grab much.”
“Oh...” Rachel replied, almost regretting she asked. Almost. “Its Sunday!” she exclaimed in traditional
Rachel Berry style.
“Yes, it is...” Quinn said, raising an eyebrow. She had no idea what Rachel was playing at.
“So your parents will be at church, correct?” Rachel asked.
“Correct...” Quinn replied thoughtfully, scrunching up her eyebrows in thought. Rachel could almost see the cogs turning in Quinn’s head. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”
“That depends” she smiled “how opposed are you to breaking and entering?”
***
“Ok, this is a really bad idea” Quinn said nervously, yanking on Rachel’s arm to pull her back. They had parked Michael’s SUV across the street from the house, and Rachel had all but jumped out the door with excitement. “My parents will have us thrown in jail if they find out!”
“So let’s hope they don’t find out.” Rachel said simply, stepping out onto the sidewalk. Quinn rolled her eyes and took the keys out of the ignition, jogging after Rachel who was already crossing the Fabray’s front lawn.
“Does your dad know we have his car?” The blonde asked, trying to slow Rachel down.
“Yes” came a short reply, but Rachel hadn’t slowed down a single bit.
“Do they know you’re insane and often take part in criminal behaviour?” Quinn growled, only half serious.
“Often? Are you trying to suggest I’m a criminal, Quinn?”
“You’re going to break into my parent’s house!”
“It’s not breaking in if you have a key.” Rachel said, triumphantly holding up a dull silver key that was slightly covered in clumps of dirt.
“Where’d you get that! I didn’t even know we had a spare key!”
“Now you do.” She said, sliding it into the keyhole, and smiling when the lock turned and they were granted access to the house. “So where is your bedroom?” Quinn just rolled her eyes.
“Follow me” she said, taking off down a hallway to the left.
The room was small, the walls painted an off white, and there was practically no furniture in the room. Pushed against the wall was a bed frame with a bare mattress. Quinn crossed the room to the cupboard, opening the doors to reveal an empty space, where only a few wire coat hangers remained. Rachel heard Quinn take a sharp intake of air, shocked at the absence of her belongings. She placed a hand on her shoulder.
“We should check the garage.” Quinn only nodded, a single tear threatening to fall. Behind her, she heard Rachel’s footsteps leaving the room, but her own body wouldn’t move. “Quinn, come on! They’ll be home soon.” A tug to her arm was all she needed to get moving, and they were rushing to the garage. There, they had better luck. Quinn found her remaining clothes in some old boxes labelled ‘goodwill’. When most of them were in the car, she saw Rachel pick up a box with something shiny sticking out the top.
“Wait!” she said, pulling the box from Rachel’s grip. Inside the box were trophies. Lots of them. From what Rachel could see, they were all from Quinn’s time as a Cheerio. Quinn looked through the box, and pulled out her uniform, staring sadly at it. However, once she remembered that Rachel Berry was currently in the room, she quickly shoved the contents back into the box. When Rachel went to lift it again, she stopped her. “No.” She said quietly. “I won’t be needing these.”
That one sentence, plus the look on Quinn’s face was all Rachel needed to assure her that the friendship thing was going to work out.
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Sectionals.
Length: 1400
Part: 2/5
Dinner with the Berry’s was interesting, and they managed to keep Quinn’s mind off the inevitable. Rachel’s dads asked about their win at sectionals, and Quinn surprised Rachel when she described her performance as ‘absolutely amazing’. John and Michael, much to Rachel’s protest, told Quinn embarrassing stories of Rachel’s youth, to which Rachel constantly reminded them of how cliché they were behaving. In the small time frame, the four of them had managed to create a perfect little bubble for Quinn. However, Quinn thought, bubbles always burst.
When dinner was finished, Quinn declined the Berry’s invitation to join them for movie night.
“Are you sure?” asked John, who quite enjoyed the girl’s company.
“I’m sure Quinn is very tired, Dad, it has been a very long day and being pregnant has surely added to the everyday stress of being a teenager.” Rachel rambled, in her usual fashion. John agreed and went off to select a movie, and Quinn whispered a small thanks to Rachel, before making her way upstairs. Rachel followed her dad into the lounge room, and the last Quinn heard was the girl’s voice demanding it was musical night, and that Michael should put away any movie that might resemble a romantic comedy, or else.
Quinn sat down on Rachel’s bed, taking in the bright yellow walls, and the cluttered, yet organised room. There were several family photos, framed and placed around the room, hanging on the walls, pinned to a cork board. In the middle of the corkboard was a cop of the Glee clubs year book photo.
“They may all hate me, but they’re important to me” came Rachel’s voice. Quinn looked over to see her leaning against the doorframe.
“They don’t hate you. Me on the other hand...” she trailed off. After the whole Puck vs. Finn debacle, she was sure she wasn’t welcome. Rachel walked into the room and sat down next to Quinn, and saw tears forming in the girl’s eyes.
“No, Quinn. They all knew Puck was the father long before I did. They didn’t hate you then, they’re not going to hate you now.” Quinn’s tears were now falling freely, and Rachel didn’t know what to do. She hesitantly reached her hand out, slowly placing it on Quinn’s back. After all, this was the girl who spent most of their high school lives torturing her, and she wasn’t quite sure how she’d react. Unexpectedly, Quinn latched onto Rachel, sobbing, and Rachel saw this as an invitation to wrap her arms around the girl.
After what felt like hours of crying, Quinn finally calmed down. “I’m sorry” she whispered, her face pressed into Rachel’s neck “I’m so sorry.”
***
When Quinn woke up wrapped in Rachel Berry, she was scared. She was scared at first, because she hadn’t recognised her surroundings. When she finally did though, she became scared at the thought of the complete comfort and serenity she had felt from being in the other girl’s arms.
When she managed to pull herself from the girl’s vice grip, she crawled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. She looked a complete mess. She was dressed in her clothes from yesterday, and they were all wrinkled. Her mascara had smudged and run down her face from all the crying last night. And oh, the crying. She felt so embarrassed, for breaking down like that in front of Rachel. She washed her face, and straightened out her dress, trying to flatten the wrinkles. It did no good. Sighing, she crept back into Rachel’s room to retrieve her clean clothes, hoping desperately she wouldn’t wake up. She wasn’t quite sure where the two stood, and wasn’t really in the mood for any awkward conversations. Stealth must be something you lose when you’re pregnant though, because despite how hard Quinn tried to remain quiet, she’d woken Rachel, who was now looking at her with a curious expression.
“Hi.” Rachel said, with caution.
“Uh..Hi.” Quinn replied, feeling guilty. “Sorry for waking you up. I was just trying to get my clothes.”
“Oh!” was the sound that came from Rachel, as the memories from the night before came back to her. “Do you need to shower? There are spare towels in the cupboard across the hall.”
“Right.” Quinn replied. “Thanks.” Awkward conversation? Check.
When Quinn returned from her shower, she happened upon Rachel looking at her small Cheerios bag with concern. “Is that all you have? Or is the rest of your stuff at Finn’s?” she asked, cutting bluntly. No point in dancing around the subject, she thought.
“No, ah...most of my clothes are still at my parent’s house. I kinda wanted to get out of there as soon as possible and didn’t really grab much.”
“Oh...” Rachel replied, almost regretting she asked. Almost. “Its Sunday!” she exclaimed in traditional
Rachel Berry style.
“Yes, it is...” Quinn said, raising an eyebrow. She had no idea what Rachel was playing at.
“So your parents will be at church, correct?” Rachel asked.
“Correct...” Quinn replied thoughtfully, scrunching up her eyebrows in thought. Rachel could almost see the cogs turning in Quinn’s head. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”
“That depends” she smiled “how opposed are you to breaking and entering?”
***
“Ok, this is a really bad idea” Quinn said nervously, yanking on Rachel’s arm to pull her back. They had parked Michael’s SUV across the street from the house, and Rachel had all but jumped out the door with excitement. “My parents will have us thrown in jail if they find out!”
“So let’s hope they don’t find out.” Rachel said simply, stepping out onto the sidewalk. Quinn rolled her eyes and took the keys out of the ignition, jogging after Rachel who was already crossing the Fabray’s front lawn.
“Does your dad know we have his car?” The blonde asked, trying to slow Rachel down.
“Yes” came a short reply, but Rachel hadn’t slowed down a single bit.
“Do they know you’re insane and often take part in criminal behaviour?” Quinn growled, only half serious.
“Often? Are you trying to suggest I’m a criminal, Quinn?”
“You’re going to break into my parent’s house!”
“It’s not breaking in if you have a key.” Rachel said, triumphantly holding up a dull silver key that was slightly covered in clumps of dirt.
“Where’d you get that! I didn’t even know we had a spare key!”
“Now you do.” She said, sliding it into the keyhole, and smiling when the lock turned and they were granted access to the house. “So where is your bedroom?” Quinn just rolled her eyes.
“Follow me” she said, taking off down a hallway to the left.
The room was small, the walls painted an off white, and there was practically no furniture in the room. Pushed against the wall was a bed frame with a bare mattress. Quinn crossed the room to the cupboard, opening the doors to reveal an empty space, where only a few wire coat hangers remained. Rachel heard Quinn take a sharp intake of air, shocked at the absence of her belongings. She placed a hand on her shoulder.
“We should check the garage.” Quinn only nodded, a single tear threatening to fall. Behind her, she heard Rachel’s footsteps leaving the room, but her own body wouldn’t move. “Quinn, come on! They’ll be home soon.” A tug to her arm was all she needed to get moving, and they were rushing to the garage. There, they had better luck. Quinn found her remaining clothes in some old boxes labelled ‘goodwill’. When most of them were in the car, she saw Rachel pick up a box with something shiny sticking out the top.
“Wait!” she said, pulling the box from Rachel’s grip. Inside the box were trophies. Lots of them. From what Rachel could see, they were all from Quinn’s time as a Cheerio. Quinn looked through the box, and pulled out her uniform, staring sadly at it. However, once she remembered that Rachel Berry was currently in the room, she quickly shoved the contents back into the box. When Rachel went to lift it again, she stopped her. “No.” She said quietly. “I won’t be needing these.”
That one sentence, plus the look on Quinn’s face was all Rachel needed to assure her that the friendship thing was going to work out.