Porcelain Fists- Epilogue
Title: Porcelain Fists
Author: cellochick92
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: M
Warning: Very triggery material. Deals with domestic violence and abuse of every kind.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Faberry future fic in which Quinn and Rachel end up in NY (not together, unaware they're in the same city). Rachel is a successful Broadway star and recognizes Quinn in the audience of one of her shows...Quinn, on the other hand, is not so successful and is in the audience trying to escape the harsh reality of her life and pretend that everything's okay. Abused!Quinn, Protective!Rachel, and a good bit of angst....but there’s a happy ending!
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The first time that Quinn knew what love really was, she was laying on the couch with her head pillowed on Rachel’s lap. The brunette was combing through her hair as they watched some ridiculous artsy movie, and she had leaned down and whispered, “I love you,” to Quinn, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
It wasn’t the first time she had said it to Quinn, even in the “more than friends” capacity. Their relationship had developed slowly after Rachel was released from the hospital, with both of them hesitant about pushing for things to happen too fast. Then there had been the ordeal of the trial, and the celebration when a guilty verdict was returned and Jason was sentenced to life in prison.
During that moment of elation, Quinn had been hugging Rachel, and without even stopping to think about it she kissed her. The brunette was still for only a moment before she started kissing Quinn back, and they hadn’t looked back since.
That wasn’t to say things had been easy all the way- there had been a number of issues, particularly around sex, that had been painful for Quinn to unpack. But Rachel hadn’t pushed, and had always been more than willing to take a step back when Quinn needed to, and eventually Quinn had realized that she wasn’t afraid any more. Rachel made her feel safe, and while there had been tears the first time they slept together, Quinn wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
Now, she didn’t have to come up with ways to hear Rachel sing, and it was no longer imaginary when she imagined that voice was directed at her. Rachel sang to her all the time, and not just the big show tunes that made it on Broadway. She sang the small songs that only the two of them knew, the ones that were by artists who were still trying to make it.
There were parts of life that still hurt sometimes, like when she looked in the mirror and saw the scars that were still faintly visible, but Rachel was always there to make it better again.
Rachel, who had encouraged her to find something to be passionate about and to get a job. Rachel, who told her constantly that she was strong and beautiful and too good to be true. Rachel, who could make her melt with a single look or touch.
That night when she realized what love really was, it wasn’t because of some grandiose gesture, though Rachel had made some of those too. It was because they could be doing absolutely anything, even if it was just laying on the couch, and Rachel still made her feel special.
She hoped that she made Rachel feel the same way, and when she tilted her head and leaned up to press a tender kiss on the brunette’s lips, she thought maybe she did. Rachel made her stronger- being with her gave Quinn the feeling that, even if she fell, the brunette would be there to catch her.
Before, she had felt like she might shatter at any moment, that the slightest breeze could whisk her away forever. Now, though, she was grounded. Gone were the days of porcelain delicacy- she had found herself through Rachel and her love, and now? She was made of stronger stuff.
And they lived happily ever after! ;-)
Author: cellochick92
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: M
Warning: Very triggery material. Deals with domestic violence and abuse of every kind.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Faberry future fic in which Quinn and Rachel end up in NY (not together, unaware they're in the same city). Rachel is a successful Broadway star and recognizes Quinn in the audience of one of her shows...Quinn, on the other hand, is not so successful and is in the audience trying to escape the harsh reality of her life and pretend that everything's okay. Abused!Quinn, Protective!Rachel, and a good bit of angst....but there’s a happy ending!
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The first time that Quinn knew what love really was, she was laying on the couch with her head pillowed on Rachel’s lap. The brunette was combing through her hair as they watched some ridiculous artsy movie, and she had leaned down and whispered, “I love you,” to Quinn, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
It wasn’t the first time she had said it to Quinn, even in the “more than friends” capacity. Their relationship had developed slowly after Rachel was released from the hospital, with both of them hesitant about pushing for things to happen too fast. Then there had been the ordeal of the trial, and the celebration when a guilty verdict was returned and Jason was sentenced to life in prison.
During that moment of elation, Quinn had been hugging Rachel, and without even stopping to think about it she kissed her. The brunette was still for only a moment before she started kissing Quinn back, and they hadn’t looked back since.
That wasn’t to say things had been easy all the way- there had been a number of issues, particularly around sex, that had been painful for Quinn to unpack. But Rachel hadn’t pushed, and had always been more than willing to take a step back when Quinn needed to, and eventually Quinn had realized that she wasn’t afraid any more. Rachel made her feel safe, and while there had been tears the first time they slept together, Quinn wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
Now, she didn’t have to come up with ways to hear Rachel sing, and it was no longer imaginary when she imagined that voice was directed at her. Rachel sang to her all the time, and not just the big show tunes that made it on Broadway. She sang the small songs that only the two of them knew, the ones that were by artists who were still trying to make it.
There were parts of life that still hurt sometimes, like when she looked in the mirror and saw the scars that were still faintly visible, but Rachel was always there to make it better again.
Rachel, who had encouraged her to find something to be passionate about and to get a job. Rachel, who told her constantly that she was strong and beautiful and too good to be true. Rachel, who could make her melt with a single look or touch.
That night when she realized what love really was, it wasn’t because of some grandiose gesture, though Rachel had made some of those too. It was because they could be doing absolutely anything, even if it was just laying on the couch, and Rachel still made her feel special.
She hoped that she made Rachel feel the same way, and when she tilted her head and leaned up to press a tender kiss on the brunette’s lips, she thought maybe she did. Rachel made her stronger- being with her gave Quinn the feeling that, even if she fell, the brunette would be there to catch her.
Before, she had felt like she might shatter at any moment, that the slightest breeze could whisk her away forever. Now, though, she was grounded. Gone were the days of porcelain delicacy- she had found herself through Rachel and her love, and now? She was made of stronger stuff.
And they lived happily ever after! ;-)