Pretending (3/?)
Title: Pretending
Pairing(s): Eventual Faberry, brief Fabrevans, Finchel friendship, some Brittana
Length: 1,319
Rating: PG-13 for now
Spoilers: All of both seasons, just to be safe
Summary: Quinn loves Rachel, Rachel loves Quinn. But neither of them want to confess their feelings. Will they ever have a happy ending? A Faberry twist on the song "Pretending" from Nationals.
A/N: I'm really sorry this took so long, but I'm back! I've had this done for a couple weeks, but school has been hectic and I haven't had time to post it But here it is! Enjoy!
It has been a week since Rachel and I became friends. We don't walk down the halls together or pass notes during class. We just text on occasion and there has been a couple phone calls. But it has only been a week. Things could change.
"Quinn," a male voice shouts. I inhale deeply and let it out through my nose.
"What, Finn?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"If you want to copy my notes again, you're going to have to-"
"It's not about that. It's about the kissing booth I'm setting up."
"A what booth?"
"Kissing booth. You know, people pay like a dollar and then they get a kiss."
"Uh, okay. And... what's your question?"
"Would you like to help me? We could take shifts!"
"Why me?"
"You're the head cheerleader. We'll have three times the customers because of you."
I glance around the hallway and see that at least six guys are checking me out. No surprise there.
"Why are we raising money?"
"For Glee club."
What a load of crap. He's probably hoping Rachel will pay a dollar so he can kiss her face off in hopes of winning her over.
"Fine, I'll help. But I want the afternoon shift."
Rachel's morning classes will keep her away from the booth since they are scattered around the school. Her afternoon classes are close together, so she doesn't have to rush as much. If I'm working the afternoon shift, she won't kiss Finn.
"I can't have the morning shift. I've got an appointment tomorrow and won't be back until noon. You'll have to take the morning shift."
"I can't skip my morning classes for the damn kissing booth!"
"You have to. For the sake of Glee."
I huff and cross my arms over my chest. Rachel's going to kiss Finn and then she'll date him and... Ugh!
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I love Thursdays. They are, by far, my favorite school day. Since I'm such an advanced student, I can take my morning classes off every Thursday to rehearse in the auditorium or do whatever I feel like doing.
Finn had announced to the Glee club that he was setting up a kissing booth today to raise money for us. He also said that Quinn was helping him. Maybe I should make good use of the dollar in my pocket and... No. I couldn't do that to Quinn. Not in front of so many people. She's probably not kissing girls anyway.
As I'm walking down the hall, I see the booth. Finn told me that she would be working the morning shift, but I don't see her. Instead, I see him. That's odd. He said he had an appointment all morning. I push through the mass of people to get to him.
"Why are you here?"
"I'm running the booth, Rach."
"But you said Quinn was working in the morning."
"She convinced me to give up my afternoon slot because she had to help Coach Sylvester with some cheer thing."
I notice a freshman walking out of an empty classroom. Then I see another boy entering the room.
"What's in there?"
"That's the secret kissing booth. You have to pay two bucks to get in."
"Why are the lights off?"
"To keep who you're kissing a secret. And so the kisser doesn't know who you are."
"What if I can't find the person?"
"It's not that hard."
I dig in my pockets, hoping there's another dollar somewhere. I sigh when I can't find another.
"Here," Finn says while pulling out a dollar from his wallet, "I'll cover you."
He hands me it and I practically run to get in line. My curiosity always gets the best of me.
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Why did I sign up for this? I should have just let Hudson go to his appointment instead of having a diva fit (yes, a diva fit). Then I would be stuck in this dark classroom kissing strangers. What if one of them has the flu or something? Stupid secret kissing booth. It's a dumb idea.
"You're the last one! Have fun," Finn's voice seeps through the door and I internally sigh. The last person. That means I'll be out of here as soon as I kiss them. I won't have to work in the afternoon. The last kiss. Thank God.
The door opens and I'm bouncing on my feet lightly. I hear soft footsteps and then a foot bumps into mine. I reach out to put my hands on their shoulders. They're shorter than me. Probably another freshman. There are warm hands on my waist. That's... different. My heart is fluttering for some reason.
Suddenly, lips press against mine. Full lips. Perfect lips. A girl's lips. Wait.. What? I'm kissing a girl? No. This guy just has girly lips. And wears strawberry lip gloss. And has long hair.
My body is tingling and heating up. This kiss is different than the ones before. Different than any kiss I've ever had. They lean into me and our legs touch. I feel bare thighs. They're wearing a skirt. A very short one.
Wait. Short, wears mini skirts, long hair... It can't be a Cheerio. We're required to have our hair in a ponytail at all times. I move my leg to feel their calf. Oh God. Knee highs. It can't be. No, no, no, no. This can't be happening.
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"You're the last one! Have fun!"
Finally! I have been waiting in line for twenty minutes. Finn opens the door and I'm instantly nervous. So nervous that I forget to stop walking and I bump into the person. Then their hands are on my shoulders. I put mine on their waist.
I can't take the waiting any longer and move forward. I press my lips to theirs and... My heart is racing. This is definitely not a male. No, this is a female. Oh! Bare thighs. They're wearing a skirt. A Cheerio perhaps?
They push me away. I slam into the counter and wince in pain.
"What the hell," they yell. Oh no. I was kissing... Oh my dradle.
"I-I didn't know it was you! I was curious and I got in the line for this room. Finn told me you weren't helping him-"
"Get out! Leave!"
"Quinn, listen. This doesn't have to be anything major. It was one kiss."
"Rachel, leave. I'll... I'll call you later, okay? We can go to the mall or something. But right now, just go."
I think about talking again but decide not to. I move towards the door, still wincing because of the pain in my back.
"I'm sorry," Quinn mumbles as I turn the knob.
"For what?"
"For pushing you so hard."
"It's okay. I'm tough."
"Wish I could say the same."
It feels like another one of those times where I shouldn't say anything. I open the door and walk away. After a few deep breaths, I set out to find Finn. He's dead.
Pairing(s): Eventual Faberry, brief Fabrevans, Finchel friendship, some Brittana
Length: 1,319
Rating: PG-13 for now
Spoilers: All of both seasons, just to be safe
Summary: Quinn loves Rachel, Rachel loves Quinn. But neither of them want to confess their feelings. Will they ever have a happy ending? A Faberry twist on the song "Pretending" from Nationals.
A/N: I'm really sorry this took so long, but I'm back! I've had this done for a couple weeks, but school has been hectic and I haven't had time to post it But here it is! Enjoy!
It has been a week since Rachel and I became friends. We don't walk down the halls together or pass notes during class. We just text on occasion and there has been a couple phone calls. But it has only been a week. Things could change.
"Quinn," a male voice shouts. I inhale deeply and let it out through my nose.
"What, Finn?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"If you want to copy my notes again, you're going to have to-"
"It's not about that. It's about the kissing booth I'm setting up."
"A what booth?"
"Kissing booth. You know, people pay like a dollar and then they get a kiss."
"Uh, okay. And... what's your question?"
"Would you like to help me? We could take shifts!"
"Why me?"
"You're the head cheerleader. We'll have three times the customers because of you."
I glance around the hallway and see that at least six guys are checking me out. No surprise there.
"Why are we raising money?"
"For Glee club."
What a load of crap. He's probably hoping Rachel will pay a dollar so he can kiss her face off in hopes of winning her over.
"Fine, I'll help. But I want the afternoon shift."
Rachel's morning classes will keep her away from the booth since they are scattered around the school. Her afternoon classes are close together, so she doesn't have to rush as much. If I'm working the afternoon shift, she won't kiss Finn.
"I can't have the morning shift. I've got an appointment tomorrow and won't be back until noon. You'll have to take the morning shift."
"I can't skip my morning classes for the damn kissing booth!"
"You have to. For the sake of Glee."
I huff and cross my arms over my chest. Rachel's going to kiss Finn and then she'll date him and... Ugh!
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I love Thursdays. They are, by far, my favorite school day. Since I'm such an advanced student, I can take my morning classes off every Thursday to rehearse in the auditorium or do whatever I feel like doing.
Finn had announced to the Glee club that he was setting up a kissing booth today to raise money for us. He also said that Quinn was helping him. Maybe I should make good use of the dollar in my pocket and... No. I couldn't do that to Quinn. Not in front of so many people. She's probably not kissing girls anyway.
As I'm walking down the hall, I see the booth. Finn told me that she would be working the morning shift, but I don't see her. Instead, I see him. That's odd. He said he had an appointment all morning. I push through the mass of people to get to him.
"Why are you here?"
"I'm running the booth, Rach."
"But you said Quinn was working in the morning."
"She convinced me to give up my afternoon slot because she had to help Coach Sylvester with some cheer thing."
I notice a freshman walking out of an empty classroom. Then I see another boy entering the room.
"What's in there?"
"That's the secret kissing booth. You have to pay two bucks to get in."
"Why are the lights off?"
"To keep who you're kissing a secret. And so the kisser doesn't know who you are."
"What if I can't find the person?"
"It's not that hard."
I dig in my pockets, hoping there's another dollar somewhere. I sigh when I can't find another.
"Here," Finn says while pulling out a dollar from his wallet, "I'll cover you."
He hands me it and I practically run to get in line. My curiosity always gets the best of me.
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Why did I sign up for this? I should have just let Hudson go to his appointment instead of having a diva fit (yes, a diva fit). Then I would be stuck in this dark classroom kissing strangers. What if one of them has the flu or something? Stupid secret kissing booth. It's a dumb idea.
"You're the last one! Have fun," Finn's voice seeps through the door and I internally sigh. The last person. That means I'll be out of here as soon as I kiss them. I won't have to work in the afternoon. The last kiss. Thank God.
The door opens and I'm bouncing on my feet lightly. I hear soft footsteps and then a foot bumps into mine. I reach out to put my hands on their shoulders. They're shorter than me. Probably another freshman. There are warm hands on my waist. That's... different. My heart is fluttering for some reason.
Suddenly, lips press against mine. Full lips. Perfect lips. A girl's lips. Wait.. What? I'm kissing a girl? No. This guy just has girly lips. And wears strawberry lip gloss. And has long hair.
My body is tingling and heating up. This kiss is different than the ones before. Different than any kiss I've ever had. They lean into me and our legs touch. I feel bare thighs. They're wearing a skirt. A very short one.
Wait. Short, wears mini skirts, long hair... It can't be a Cheerio. We're required to have our hair in a ponytail at all times. I move my leg to feel their calf. Oh God. Knee highs. It can't be. No, no, no, no. This can't be happening.
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"You're the last one! Have fun!"
Finally! I have been waiting in line for twenty minutes. Finn opens the door and I'm instantly nervous. So nervous that I forget to stop walking and I bump into the person. Then their hands are on my shoulders. I put mine on their waist.
I can't take the waiting any longer and move forward. I press my lips to theirs and... My heart is racing. This is definitely not a male. No, this is a female. Oh! Bare thighs. They're wearing a skirt. A Cheerio perhaps?
They push me away. I slam into the counter and wince in pain.
"What the hell," they yell. Oh no. I was kissing... Oh my dradle.
"I-I didn't know it was you! I was curious and I got in the line for this room. Finn told me you weren't helping him-"
"Get out! Leave!"
"Quinn, listen. This doesn't have to be anything major. It was one kiss."
"Rachel, leave. I'll... I'll call you later, okay? We can go to the mall or something. But right now, just go."
I think about talking again but decide not to. I move towards the door, still wincing because of the pain in my back.
"I'm sorry," Quinn mumbles as I turn the knob.
"For what?"
"For pushing you so hard."
"It's okay. I'm tough."
"Wish I could say the same."
It feels like another one of those times where I shouldn't say anything. I open the door and walk away. After a few deep breaths, I set out to find Finn. He's dead.