Glee Fic: Rachel/Quinn - With a Little (Unintended) Help From My Friends
Title: With a Little (Unintended) Help From My Friends
Author: cyandragonfly
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG
Words: 700
Disclaimer: Characters and show do not belong to me. Borrowing for a little non-proffit fun.
Summary: Santana wants to know why Quinn's been off her game in Glee Club.
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"Get your paws off me, Santana," a slightly panicked Quinn rumbled under her breath at the girl dragging her down the hall. "Or do you want me to start spouting the poetry you wrote for Brittany in middle school?" Santana shouldered the door to the bathroom open, her glare effectively sending all other patrons running.
Quinn shook off the hand on her arm and mirrored the glare that was now directed her way. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"No, what's wrong with you, Quinn?" Santana put one hand on a cocked hip, leaving the other free to wave about during her tirade. "We've got Regionals in a month and your head is about fifty miles from the game. You haven't been able to hit the last note of your solo for two weeks and you stare at JewBerry's head so much that you're starting to put her off. Honestly, I don't give a fuck about either of you, which I'm pretty sure you know but I do care about this singing shit for some reason and you're messing it up. So either you give me a reason, or you go out there, get your voice back and tomorrow at practice - you bring it."
Quinn dropped her previously crossed arms down to her sides and looked at the ground. "She kissed me." It's quiet and Santana does a double take before realising she heard right.
"What? The. Fuck." Quinn looked up. "You've been swapping saliva with that genetic experiment?" The blonde's shoulders squared and her face hardened.
"She's not an experiment, though I'm starting to think I might be for her. She keeps finding me in secluded places and making out with me."
"Please don't -" Santana winced but it was too late.
"And she has this ability to breathe through her nose while kissing, which I totally can't - and she just keeps on going and I end up drowning in her and I can't think about anything else for long enough to be able to push her away and ask what the fuck's going on. It keeps going like that until she's had enough and then she just disappears on me. She's infuriating."
"As much as I wanted to know about your recent activities with the energizer bunny, thankfully the ball's not in your court anymore and that's my cue to leave." Quinn's gaze follows Santana as she walks past her to the door and cringes when she sees Rachel standing there, slightly shellshocked. "You two sort this out or I'm going to come back and make you. Oh," Santana turns back. "And if you ever mention that poem again, you will be inhumed." Both girls watched as the door slammed shut in her wake. The silence hung heavily for a few moments and Quinn shuffled her feet, not having it in her to say what she wanted.
"The nose breathing thing's quite simple, really." Rachel stated quietly.
"Not when you keep surprising me." Quinn looked the other girl in the eye. "You appear out of nowhere and I don't have time to think about kissing you, let alone how I'm going to survive the experience." Rachel narrowed her eyes and stared - unblinking - for a moment before nodding once.
"Have you had enough time now?" She took a step forward.
"Not yet." Quinn raised an eyebrow and Rachel stopped moving. "I want to kiss you this time." A small smile grew on both their faces as she moved into Rachel's space. She raised a hand trailed a lone finger over a temple and down a cheek. "I've never actually touched you before." She breathes the thought and Rachel shivers.
"I was afraid you didn't want to."
"Next time, try asking." She smiled and bent down to place a gentle kiss to the lips in front of her. She pulled away and Rachel took a shaky breath.
"I'm not sure if there'll be anyone after you." Their foreheads pressed together as Quinn nodded.
"There better not be." Rachel moved forward for a deeper kiss but Quinn held her back by the shoulder and mock frowned. "Can we for once please do this somewhere other than on school grounds?" Rachel laughed and Quinn smiled.
"My place or yours?"
"I am not hooking up with you in Finn's basement."
"Mine it is. Ooh, we can make cookies for afternoon tea."
"I'm suddenly wondering about your priorities."
Author: cyandragonfly
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG
Words: 700
Disclaimer: Characters and show do not belong to me. Borrowing for a little non-proffit fun.
Summary: Santana wants to know why Quinn's been off her game in Glee Club.
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"Get your paws off me, Santana," a slightly panicked Quinn rumbled under her breath at the girl dragging her down the hall. "Or do you want me to start spouting the poetry you wrote for Brittany in middle school?" Santana shouldered the door to the bathroom open, her glare effectively sending all other patrons running.
Quinn shook off the hand on her arm and mirrored the glare that was now directed her way. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"No, what's wrong with you, Quinn?" Santana put one hand on a cocked hip, leaving the other free to wave about during her tirade. "We've got Regionals in a month and your head is about fifty miles from the game. You haven't been able to hit the last note of your solo for two weeks and you stare at JewBerry's head so much that you're starting to put her off. Honestly, I don't give a fuck about either of you, which I'm pretty sure you know but I do care about this singing shit for some reason and you're messing it up. So either you give me a reason, or you go out there, get your voice back and tomorrow at practice - you bring it."
Quinn dropped her previously crossed arms down to her sides and looked at the ground. "She kissed me." It's quiet and Santana does a double take before realising she heard right.
"What? The. Fuck." Quinn looked up. "You've been swapping saliva with that genetic experiment?" The blonde's shoulders squared and her face hardened.
"She's not an experiment, though I'm starting to think I might be for her. She keeps finding me in secluded places and making out with me."
"Please don't -" Santana winced but it was too late.
"And she has this ability to breathe through her nose while kissing, which I totally can't - and she just keeps on going and I end up drowning in her and I can't think about anything else for long enough to be able to push her away and ask what the fuck's going on. It keeps going like that until she's had enough and then she just disappears on me. She's infuriating."
"As much as I wanted to know about your recent activities with the energizer bunny, thankfully the ball's not in your court anymore and that's my cue to leave." Quinn's gaze follows Santana as she walks past her to the door and cringes when she sees Rachel standing there, slightly shellshocked. "You two sort this out or I'm going to come back and make you. Oh," Santana turns back. "And if you ever mention that poem again, you will be inhumed." Both girls watched as the door slammed shut in her wake. The silence hung heavily for a few moments and Quinn shuffled her feet, not having it in her to say what she wanted.
"The nose breathing thing's quite simple, really." Rachel stated quietly.
"Not when you keep surprising me." Quinn looked the other girl in the eye. "You appear out of nowhere and I don't have time to think about kissing you, let alone how I'm going to survive the experience." Rachel narrowed her eyes and stared - unblinking - for a moment before nodding once.
"Have you had enough time now?" She took a step forward.
"Not yet." Quinn raised an eyebrow and Rachel stopped moving. "I want to kiss you this time." A small smile grew on both their faces as she moved into Rachel's space. She raised a hand trailed a lone finger over a temple and down a cheek. "I've never actually touched you before." She breathes the thought and Rachel shivers.
"I was afraid you didn't want to."
"Next time, try asking." She smiled and bent down to place a gentle kiss to the lips in front of her. She pulled away and Rachel took a shaky breath.
"I'm not sure if there'll be anyone after you." Their foreheads pressed together as Quinn nodded.
"There better not be." Rachel moved forward for a deeper kiss but Quinn held her back by the shoulder and mock frowned. "Can we for once please do this somewhere other than on school grounds?" Rachel laughed and Quinn smiled.
"My place or yours?"
"I am not hooking up with you in Finn's basement."
"Mine it is. Ooh, we can make cookies for afternoon tea."
"I'm suddenly wondering about your priorities."