My Imaginary Friend - Epi-Epilogue
Title: My Imaginary Friend - 15/14
Author: ElizaOlivia
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1400
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Characters: Rachel, Quinn, the Fabrays, the Berrys
Spoilers: We are now official in A/U world. No Spoilers
Summary: The story of Rachel and Quinn, and their imaginary friends.
Disclaimers: Blah, blah, blah. I own nothing. Though I do own this story, so no stealing.
A/N: Hee hee, now you guys get to know the psuedoscience behind all this. And I warn you, it's lame
Prologue / Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five / Chapter Six / Chapter Seven / Chapter Eight / Chapter Nine / Chapter Ten / Chapter Eleven / Chapter Twelve / Epilogue
Epi-Epilogue
It was a cold December day in Ohio and a woman and her husband were walking down the streets of a small town. They had just finished dinner at a diner and were on their way back to their car to continue their journey to Dayton to visit the woman's sister. Their nine-year old was running ahead, trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue.
"Lindsey, dear, slow down. Mommy is having a hard time catching up and your little sister is kicking like crazy." The blonde said as she clutch her husband tighter.
The girl stop and turned around, running up to her very pregnant mother. "Really? I wanna feel," she exclaimed as she reached her hand out to the swollen stomach before her. She gasped as she felt a swift kick, jumping back. "Woah, she's got a leg, that one. I'm gonna teach her how to play soccer, she'll probably be amazing."
And with that the brunette ran ahead again, this time towards a store at the end of the block. "Mom! Mom! Can we please go in here. It looks so cool," the girl said as she pressed her nose to the store window.
"Lindsey!" Her father said, "Don't do that, you'll get yourself stuck."
She removed herself and waited for her parents to catch up and see the toy store she had found. It was nearly closing time, so her parents protested, but Lindsey didn't listen and ran in anyways. An elderly man stood behind the counter, dusting a case full of yo-yos.
Trying not to be noticed, and while trying to hide from her parents, she ran to the back of the store and found shelter in a wooden house. She heard her parents come in and greet the man, her heartbeat quickened.
The man pointed to the back of the store, to the house and her parents thanked him as they made their way there. Russell leaned down in front of the door and knocked three times saying, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in." Lindsey just grunted and so he continued, "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down." And with that he started shaking the house. Frightened, she scurried out, glaring at her father.
"That wasn't funny." She pouted, crossing her arms.
Russell smiled, "Oh, on the contrary, I think it was. Now come on munchkin, we have to go."
Lindsey shot him her best puppy dog eyes and said, "But daddy, I wanna get this house. I've always wanted one and..."
He cut her off, "Linds, you're a little old for a playhouse, and how would we get it home."
"I meant, we should get it for my sister, cuz she'll need one, and this one is perfect. I just know she'll love it. She told me so."
He smiled and knelt down to look her in the eye. "Listen squirt, how about we get one when we get back to California. That sound okay?" At this, the elderly man appeared behind him.
"Did I hear something about buying this house?" he asked with a warm look that made Lindsey feel safe.
Mr. Fabray stood up and replied, "no, we live out of state, so it would be rather ridiculous to buy such a large item."
The man smiled a knowing smile. "Oh, but you'll never find such a good deal in San Francisco." Her father didn't seem to notice that the clerk knew where they were from when no one had told him, and the businessman in him flared up.
"Yeah, how much?" His tone had shifted.
The man pretended to think about it for a second, then looked her father square in the eyes. "For you. Free."
Russell laughed. This must be some joke. "What's the catch?"
"You have to pay the shipping," the man said with a smirk. And Russell himself had a wide grin. "There's always a catch."
And that's how they ended up shipping a very inexpensive playhouse back to their home. Mr. Fabray would later relish any opportunity to tell his dinner guests how he had conned a store owner in Ohio to sell him it for free, when really it didn't require any effort on his part.
---
The next day Hiram and Leroy Berry were taking an afternoon stroll down Main street. It was nearly time for the lighting of the street lights, a yearly tradition Leroy insisted they attend. He reminded his husband that this would be the last year they could do it, since Shelby was due any day now.
All week they had been preparing the nursery, that and Hanukkah preparations meant they had little free time. They walked by shop after shop and then Hiram paused, nearly sending his husband toppling. They were in front of a small little toy store than had a strange feel for the older of the two.
"Come on, let's check this out," Hiram said as Leroy protested, "No, honey, it's nearly time. We'll miss it."
He scoffed, "Babe, it doesn't start for another 20 minutes. We have plenty of time. Besides, maybe we'll find something Rachel will like." The younger man gave in and followed his husband.
Hiram greeted the elderly man behind the counter and began looking around. He was searching through a stand of license plates with names on them when his husband called for him.
"Hiram, hey, come look at this," he yelled, beckoning his husband towards the back. "Isn't this just like the one you had growing up."
He was right, the playhouse was the spitting image of the one he had had, only the wood seemed to be some composite blend, and this one was not homemade like his had been. "Yup, that's pretty much the same."
Leroy turned to his husband with an evil grin on his face, "We should get it."
Hiram laughed, "Oh, and who said we shouldn't even come in here. Now you wanna get something. Hypocrite."
The younger man gasped and poked him in the stomach, "Hey! I never said we couldn't get anything. Regardless, I think this would be perfect for Rachel. I have a feeling she'll be a world famous chef one day, and look, it's even got a little stove."
Hiram could tell her wasn't going to win this one, so gave into his husbands pleas.
---
It was May 21, 1996. Rachel was 17 months old. Quinn was 13 months old.
Rachel's father was sitting on the porch, typing away at his laptop, trying to finish his reports before his shift that night. He had set her down on her chair by the playhouse with a juice box and her plastic boom box and told her he would be right over there.
She was listening to her Joseph tape when the player stopped. She tried hitting it against the ground to make it work, but nothing, so she threw it across the lawn. Now with nothing to do she began to look around for something to play with. That's when she saw the girl with hair the color of the sun when you looked at it, which was something she shouldn't do.
Rachel sat and watched the girl, who seemed to be having a difficult time walking. She laughed inside because she had been able to do that for more than 9 months now. When the girl fell, Rachel wanted to run over and help her, but was afraid daddy might get made at her for talking to someone she didn't know. But then again, why would this strange girl be here if daddy hadn't let her.
As Rachel was about to get up and go help her, the blonde got up on her own and waddled over to where she was sitting. The brunette tried to clap her hands, and laughed at how ridiculous her attempt was. It was so bad she toppled out of her chair, scuffing her knee up on the grass below. As her tears started to well up, she made a note in her head to perfect her clapping later. This thought was wiped from her memory as she stood up and looked directly into the blonde's eyes.
Rachel herself had brown eyes, and so did her daddy and her papa and her babysitter and Mrs. Dewey down the street. She had never seen eyes like hers before and she couldn't stop staring. She completely forgot her manners, not even introducing herself. She just sat there staring and smiling. And Rachel could have sworn that a million conversations had passed in their eyes, neither needing to talk. Neither caring about how two magical playhouses, bonded together by enchanted wood, had brought the two girls to each other. Oh, and fate.
Author: ElizaOlivia
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1400
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Characters: Rachel, Quinn, the Fabrays, the Berrys
Spoilers: We are now official in A/U world. No Spoilers
Summary: The story of Rachel and Quinn, and their imaginary friends.
Disclaimers: Blah, blah, blah. I own nothing. Though I do own this story, so no stealing.
A/N: Hee hee, now you guys get to know the psuedoscience behind all this. And I warn you, it's lame
Prologue / Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five / Chapter Six / Chapter Seven / Chapter Eight / Chapter Nine / Chapter Ten / Chapter Eleven / Chapter Twelve / Epilogue
Epi-Epilogue
It was a cold December day in Ohio and a woman and her husband were walking down the streets of a small town. They had just finished dinner at a diner and were on their way back to their car to continue their journey to Dayton to visit the woman's sister. Their nine-year old was running ahead, trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue.
"Lindsey, dear, slow down. Mommy is having a hard time catching up and your little sister is kicking like crazy." The blonde said as she clutch her husband tighter.
The girl stop and turned around, running up to her very pregnant mother. "Really? I wanna feel," she exclaimed as she reached her hand out to the swollen stomach before her. She gasped as she felt a swift kick, jumping back. "Woah, she's got a leg, that one. I'm gonna teach her how to play soccer, she'll probably be amazing."
And with that the brunette ran ahead again, this time towards a store at the end of the block. "Mom! Mom! Can we please go in here. It looks so cool," the girl said as she pressed her nose to the store window.
"Lindsey!" Her father said, "Don't do that, you'll get yourself stuck."
She removed herself and waited for her parents to catch up and see the toy store she had found. It was nearly closing time, so her parents protested, but Lindsey didn't listen and ran in anyways. An elderly man stood behind the counter, dusting a case full of yo-yos.
Trying not to be noticed, and while trying to hide from her parents, she ran to the back of the store and found shelter in a wooden house. She heard her parents come in and greet the man, her heartbeat quickened.
The man pointed to the back of the store, to the house and her parents thanked him as they made their way there. Russell leaned down in front of the door and knocked three times saying, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in." Lindsey just grunted and so he continued, "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down." And with that he started shaking the house. Frightened, she scurried out, glaring at her father.
"That wasn't funny." She pouted, crossing her arms.
Russell smiled, "Oh, on the contrary, I think it was. Now come on munchkin, we have to go."
Lindsey shot him her best puppy dog eyes and said, "But daddy, I wanna get this house. I've always wanted one and..."
He cut her off, "Linds, you're a little old for a playhouse, and how would we get it home."
"I meant, we should get it for my sister, cuz she'll need one, and this one is perfect. I just know she'll love it. She told me so."
He smiled and knelt down to look her in the eye. "Listen squirt, how about we get one when we get back to California. That sound okay?" At this, the elderly man appeared behind him.
"Did I hear something about buying this house?" he asked with a warm look that made Lindsey feel safe.
Mr. Fabray stood up and replied, "no, we live out of state, so it would be rather ridiculous to buy such a large item."
The man smiled a knowing smile. "Oh, but you'll never find such a good deal in San Francisco." Her father didn't seem to notice that the clerk knew where they were from when no one had told him, and the businessman in him flared up.
"Yeah, how much?" His tone had shifted.
The man pretended to think about it for a second, then looked her father square in the eyes. "For you. Free."
Russell laughed. This must be some joke. "What's the catch?"
"You have to pay the shipping," the man said with a smirk. And Russell himself had a wide grin. "There's always a catch."
And that's how they ended up shipping a very inexpensive playhouse back to their home. Mr. Fabray would later relish any opportunity to tell his dinner guests how he had conned a store owner in Ohio to sell him it for free, when really it didn't require any effort on his part.
---
The next day Hiram and Leroy Berry were taking an afternoon stroll down Main street. It was nearly time for the lighting of the street lights, a yearly tradition Leroy insisted they attend. He reminded his husband that this would be the last year they could do it, since Shelby was due any day now.
All week they had been preparing the nursery, that and Hanukkah preparations meant they had little free time. They walked by shop after shop and then Hiram paused, nearly sending his husband toppling. They were in front of a small little toy store than had a strange feel for the older of the two.
"Come on, let's check this out," Hiram said as Leroy protested, "No, honey, it's nearly time. We'll miss it."
He scoffed, "Babe, it doesn't start for another 20 minutes. We have plenty of time. Besides, maybe we'll find something Rachel will like." The younger man gave in and followed his husband.
Hiram greeted the elderly man behind the counter and began looking around. He was searching through a stand of license plates with names on them when his husband called for him.
"Hiram, hey, come look at this," he yelled, beckoning his husband towards the back. "Isn't this just like the one you had growing up."
He was right, the playhouse was the spitting image of the one he had had, only the wood seemed to be some composite blend, and this one was not homemade like his had been. "Yup, that's pretty much the same."
Leroy turned to his husband with an evil grin on his face, "We should get it."
Hiram laughed, "Oh, and who said we shouldn't even come in here. Now you wanna get something. Hypocrite."
The younger man gasped and poked him in the stomach, "Hey! I never said we couldn't get anything. Regardless, I think this would be perfect for Rachel. I have a feeling she'll be a world famous chef one day, and look, it's even got a little stove."
Hiram could tell her wasn't going to win this one, so gave into his husbands pleas.
---
It was May 21, 1996. Rachel was 17 months old. Quinn was 13 months old.
Rachel's father was sitting on the porch, typing away at his laptop, trying to finish his reports before his shift that night. He had set her down on her chair by the playhouse with a juice box and her plastic boom box and told her he would be right over there.
She was listening to her Joseph tape when the player stopped. She tried hitting it against the ground to make it work, but nothing, so she threw it across the lawn. Now with nothing to do she began to look around for something to play with. That's when she saw the girl with hair the color of the sun when you looked at it, which was something she shouldn't do.
Rachel sat and watched the girl, who seemed to be having a difficult time walking. She laughed inside because she had been able to do that for more than 9 months now. When the girl fell, Rachel wanted to run over and help her, but was afraid daddy might get made at her for talking to someone she didn't know. But then again, why would this strange girl be here if daddy hadn't let her.
As Rachel was about to get up and go help her, the blonde got up on her own and waddled over to where she was sitting. The brunette tried to clap her hands, and laughed at how ridiculous her attempt was. It was so bad she toppled out of her chair, scuffing her knee up on the grass below. As her tears started to well up, she made a note in her head to perfect her clapping later. This thought was wiped from her memory as she stood up and looked directly into the blonde's eyes.
Rachel herself had brown eyes, and so did her daddy and her papa and her babysitter and Mrs. Dewey down the street. She had never seen eyes like hers before and she couldn't stop staring. She completely forgot her manners, not even introducing herself. She just sat there staring and smiling. And Rachel could have sworn that a million conversations had passed in their eyes, neither needing to talk. Neither caring about how two magical playhouses, bonded together by enchanted wood, had brought the two girls to each other. Oh, and fate.