fic; you don't need to be a cheerio to be special
title; you don't need to be a cheerio to be special
rating; pg
word count; 835
pairing/characters; quinn fabray, will schuster, slight quinn/will
spoilers; 2x01 "auditions"
disclaimer; i do not own any of the characters, they are property of their respective creators.
summary; the aftermath of the quinn/santana bitch!fight.
a/n; missing scene. i lovez writing them.
No. No, no, no, no, no…
This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
This is the moment where she’s supposed to shine again. Where she let’s everyone know the Queen is back. The tears and baby bump are gone and she’s rejuvenated and ready to be the feared head cheerleader again.
Her heart is pounding wildly in her chest and she’s so furious, so bursting with irritation, humiliation, rage that she can barely see. The only thing grounding her is the warm, strong arm around her waist, the thumb caressing her forearm and the soft whisper of ‘it’s okay, calm down, it’s alright…’ in her ear.
She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes; let’s herself imagine everything is fine, that the arm around her is Finn’s, that he’s going to lean down and kiss her and people will stare with wide, awe filled eyes and envy the ground she’s standing on.
But the illusion is shattered when she opens them, drinks in the crowd gathered in the hallway and her cheek burns with the sting of Santana’s slap.
Mr. Schue turns her round, arm wrapping around her shoulder and she allows herself to be led down the hall.
She hears his voice as if from a distant, telling the crowd to disperse. Come on folks, back to class. Nothing to see here…
Mr. Schue closes the door behind them and she looks up to find that they’re in the choir room. She swallows the lump in her throat, avoiding Mr. Schue’s gaze but she can feel his eyes burning into the back of her neck.
Her pony is a mess and she gives up trying to smooth it down and just pulls away the band, letting her hair fall messily around her shoulder, falling forward to hide her face.
“Quinn…” Mr. Schue starts in a gentle tone and she breaks down.
“This isn’t how it’s supposed to be!” she cries. “This isn’t what was supposed to happen!”
There’s a soft patter of footsteps as he walks towards her and then pulls her into a hug. It’s firm and comforting and she melts into it, not caring that her tears are soaking through the material of his shirt.
“I thought…” she swallows, sniffling and willing the tears to cease, “I thought that after I had this baby, everything would go back to being normal…”
“These things take time,” he says softly, smoothing a hand down her back. “But the important thing isn’t being popular or being the head cheerleader…” he pulls away slightly, looking down at her with a soft expression, “it’s about learning from your mistakes and becoming a better person than you were last year. You don’t need to be on the Cheerios or be popular to be special.”
Quinn fights to hide her angry frown. Of course it’s about being popular. That’s who she is.
Quinn Fabray; most popular girl in school-head cheerleader, president of the celibacy club, girlfriend of the football team’s quarterback…
No, she corrects herself. That’s who she used to be.
She tentatively pulls away from Mr. Schue’s hug, now suddenly aware of the tears staining her face and she feels angry at herself for letting her composure snap like this.
“Thanks Mr. Schue,” she says, suddenly seized by the desire to be alone. She doesn’t want his words of sympathy and comfort anymore. Not when he doesn’t understand how much this means to her, how much all of this defines her.
“No.” he says and Quinn looks at him to see a grin spreading on his face. He points a finger at her before striding over to the piano. “I know exactly what you need…”
He sits down and gestures for her to join him. She does.
His fingers begin playing a familiar tune and she watches them dance across the keys, mesmerized. And then he starts to sing, his voice soft and soothing and before long, she’s joining him; closing her eyes and singing in time to his voice.
She feels the tension drain from her shoulders with every note. When she opens her eyes, she sees Mr. Schue smiling at her warmly and she feels the warmth spread through her whole body and she returns it with a smile of her own.
The song ends.
“And that,” Mr. Schue says, wiping at the fast drying tear on her cheek, “is what makes you special, Quinn. Whether you’re head of the Cheerios or not, you will always be special in glee club…” he pauses, “You’ll always be special to me.”
Quinn smiles at him, “Thank you Mr. Schue.”
The door bangs open and Quinn doesn’t need to turn around to know that it’s Rachel. Only she carries that sort of bursting energy around with her.
“Ah, Mr. Schuster! Perfect. I wanted to talk to you. I don’t think anyone is going to show up for glee auditions. We should just cancel…”
Mr. Schue catches Quinn’s eye and grin and she rolls her eyes and smiles back.
rating; pg
word count; 835
pairing/characters; quinn fabray, will schuster, slight quinn/will
spoilers; 2x01 "auditions"
disclaimer; i do not own any of the characters, they are property of their respective creators.
summary; the aftermath of the quinn/santana bitch!fight.
a/n; missing scene. i lovez writing them.
No. No, no, no, no, no…
This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
This is the moment where she’s supposed to shine again. Where she let’s everyone know the Queen is back. The tears and baby bump are gone and she’s rejuvenated and ready to be the feared head cheerleader again.
Her heart is pounding wildly in her chest and she’s so furious, so bursting with irritation, humiliation, rage that she can barely see. The only thing grounding her is the warm, strong arm around her waist, the thumb caressing her forearm and the soft whisper of ‘it’s okay, calm down, it’s alright…’ in her ear.
She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes; let’s herself imagine everything is fine, that the arm around her is Finn’s, that he’s going to lean down and kiss her and people will stare with wide, awe filled eyes and envy the ground she’s standing on.
But the illusion is shattered when she opens them, drinks in the crowd gathered in the hallway and her cheek burns with the sting of Santana’s slap.
Mr. Schue turns her round, arm wrapping around her shoulder and she allows herself to be led down the hall.
She hears his voice as if from a distant, telling the crowd to disperse. Come on folks, back to class. Nothing to see here…
Mr. Schue closes the door behind them and she looks up to find that they’re in the choir room. She swallows the lump in her throat, avoiding Mr. Schue’s gaze but she can feel his eyes burning into the back of her neck.
Her pony is a mess and she gives up trying to smooth it down and just pulls away the band, letting her hair fall messily around her shoulder, falling forward to hide her face.
“Quinn…” Mr. Schue starts in a gentle tone and she breaks down.
“This isn’t how it’s supposed to be!” she cries. “This isn’t what was supposed to happen!”
There’s a soft patter of footsteps as he walks towards her and then pulls her into a hug. It’s firm and comforting and she melts into it, not caring that her tears are soaking through the material of his shirt.
“I thought…” she swallows, sniffling and willing the tears to cease, “I thought that after I had this baby, everything would go back to being normal…”
“These things take time,” he says softly, smoothing a hand down her back. “But the important thing isn’t being popular or being the head cheerleader…” he pulls away slightly, looking down at her with a soft expression, “it’s about learning from your mistakes and becoming a better person than you were last year. You don’t need to be on the Cheerios or be popular to be special.”
Quinn fights to hide her angry frown. Of course it’s about being popular. That’s who she is.
Quinn Fabray; most popular girl in school-head cheerleader, president of the celibacy club, girlfriend of the football team’s quarterback…
No, she corrects herself. That’s who she used to be.
She tentatively pulls away from Mr. Schue’s hug, now suddenly aware of the tears staining her face and she feels angry at herself for letting her composure snap like this.
“Thanks Mr. Schue,” she says, suddenly seized by the desire to be alone. She doesn’t want his words of sympathy and comfort anymore. Not when he doesn’t understand how much this means to her, how much all of this defines her.
“No.” he says and Quinn looks at him to see a grin spreading on his face. He points a finger at her before striding over to the piano. “I know exactly what you need…”
He sits down and gestures for her to join him. She does.
His fingers begin playing a familiar tune and she watches them dance across the keys, mesmerized. And then he starts to sing, his voice soft and soothing and before long, she’s joining him; closing her eyes and singing in time to his voice.
She feels the tension drain from her shoulders with every note. When she opens her eyes, she sees Mr. Schue smiling at her warmly and she feels the warmth spread through her whole body and she returns it with a smile of her own.
The song ends.
“And that,” Mr. Schue says, wiping at the fast drying tear on her cheek, “is what makes you special, Quinn. Whether you’re head of the Cheerios or not, you will always be special in glee club…” he pauses, “You’ll always be special to me.”
Quinn smiles at him, “Thank you Mr. Schue.”
The door bangs open and Quinn doesn’t need to turn around to know that it’s Rachel. Only she carries that sort of bursting energy around with her.
“Ah, Mr. Schuster! Perfect. I wanted to talk to you. I don’t think anyone is going to show up for glee auditions. We should just cancel…”
Mr. Schue catches Quinn’s eye and grin and she rolls her eyes and smiles back.