Heartbreak Down
Title: Heartbreak Down (1/1)
Author: Nicole/Elocineel
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG (I'm pretty sure there aren't any swear words)
Length: 1634
Spoilers: Born This Way (basically the idea that the Lucy storyline exists)
Summary: Quinn Fabray was a master at breaking hearts
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, I want to though.
Author's Note: So, my first time posting fic, wrote this in January this year and only just finished it. Absolute thanks to my beta, Kari (I love you so much). Also, I love P!nk, you should love P!nk too. :) P.S. I think some of you know me as Tiggerbounced over on Tumblr so yeah... HI! :)
I like to think that I'm a pretty good kisser
Quinn liked to think of herself as a person with experience, I mean, she had to be. Puck always wanted to get down with her and Finn had claimed he saw fireworks when he kissed her (though she always secretly thought that that meant he probably jizzed in his pants or something)
I like to think I maybe broke a few hearts
And she most definitely had been a heartbreaker of sorts. First Finn, then Puck, then Sam.
But since I met you I'm a victim of disaster
So why wasn't she able to repeat the same pattern of M.a.D "Manipulate and Destroy” (at least before they got too close) this time round?
I like to think I got it down to an art
Oh no, she did do the manipulating, she just was not able to destroy. In fact, she felt like she was the one being destroyed.
So here's where the problem starts
You're shittin on my heart
Yup, you heard her right. She was the one being destroyed.
Oh I can't take it again and again and again
Blow after blow after blow was breaking down the facade. The image she crafted so painstakingly was being peeled away to reveal the real Fabray underneath.
All I wanted from you
Was a night maybe two
She had given in to her desires after repressing them for so long. "One night, just one night," she had told herself. Only one and she would be content to lock that part of her away again forever more.
You beat me at my own game
What surprised her was how easily the other person had capitulated. Even more surprising however was the devastating ease with which she herself had capitulated again and again since that very night.
No it's not okay
I'm the one that's missing out
She skipped out several early morning Cheerios practices, actually risked the wrath of the legendary Sue Sylvester, risked her captaincy - the one thing that meant the most to her in her high school life - just to spend lazy mornings in that person's arms.
All I needed to do
Was get just a taste of you
The one time she had decided to open herself up, just to finally satisfy that voice at the back of her brain (the real her anyway), just so happened to be her Waterloo.
And now I'm sick all in my head
You poisoned me instead
Now she couldn't stop that voice from talking, in fact it was getting louder each time she saw the other person. Almost as if that person was coaxing it to come out from behind the walls she had erected so many years ago.
Trust me, trust me, I think I got heartbreak down
For now, Quinn was stronger. It was either her or that voice. Hearts had to be broken. And Quinn Fabray was a master at breaking hearts.
I like to wake and go to bed around whenever
I like to maybe come and go when I choose
But now I'm waiting for a text, call, whatever
Quinn enjoyed her freedom, after her mother had taken her back; she had eased off, giving her a lax curfew, trusting that Quinn was wiser than before.
She had the whole of Lima at her disposal in a sense, yet she was always drawn to a particular section of a particular neighborhood.
Now, it seemed she never left her bedroom, laying on her bed staring at her phone, mentally willing it to light up or to ring. And when she did leave her house, she was in her car, parked a few houses down from her desired destination, hoping and anticipating the invitation.
"Quinn, would you like to come in before my parents call the authorities on you as they feel threatened by your constant surveillance of my abode?"
What's gotten into me, besides you
What exactly was wrong with her? Well, she had been poisoned, just like Snow White with the apple; she, Quinn Fabray, had been poisoned by a Berry.
You're like a rush, you're like a drug, it's just the sight of you
The littlest things reminded her, be it a song on the radio or even a slushy carried around by a jock, little things like that gave her a jolt. But she found, the greatest adrenaline high came when she saw her, even if she was practically covered in slushy and only partially in sight thanks to the obstruction of her view, otherwise known as her boyfriend.
I like to think that I could kick you but it's what you do
She genuinely wished she could revert back to the old her which was able to separate her from her. Confusing? It was never a problem for the old her. This new her (or was it the old her?) legitimately couldn't even keep up appearances by throwing the occasional slushy or by calling derogatory names, instead she resorted to hiding behind Santana and Brittany, letting them and the jocks do their "job".
When you wink at me
What's the Lord think of me
For being so fucking weak I find it hard for me to breathe
Yet she couldn't exactly hide behind Santana and Brittany during Glee, her boyfriend didn't really help either, given how enthralled he was with the performance. She didn't blame him in all honesty; she lost her breath too (before praying fervently afterwards), knowing where and when she had seen that particular wink.
So here's where my story ends
Well, this was it. She had decided to finally close this chapter in the book of her life.
I've got to make amends
I let me down
Again and again and again and again
No longer would she be constrained behind those walls. She was tired of repeatedly disappointing the voice in her head, of repeatedly disappointing herself.
All I wanted from you
Was a night maybe two
I mean, sure, she had just wanted one night.
You beat me at my own game
And she thought she was great for having broken down the walls surrounding that precious Berry, but no, eating Berry had actually led to her own walls being demolished.
No it's not okay
I'm the one that's missing out
The more she ran, the further Berry seemed to be from her. And she didn't like that; she felt that she was missing a vital component of her "diet".
All I needed to do
Was get just a taste of you
And now I'm sick all in my head
You poisoned me instead
And she just could not stop thinking about that Berry. One taste and she was hooked! Berry was practically forbidden fruit to her, yet ironically the only person who was forbidding her to taste it again was herself.
Trust me, trust me, I think I got heartbreak down
In forbidding herself, she figured that she had simultaneously broken 3 hearts. The voice's, her's and Berry's.
Here's what we have to do
Quinn made her game plan, after all, this was Berry they were talking about. You would need a plan to get to her.
Say it again and keep it true
Confess one more time, but no omissions of anything. No white lies, nothing but the plain truth.
Can't be strong too late for cool
She wasn't strong enough to keep those walls up anymore. And in all honesty? Her popularity had taken a hit as people started to notice how she wouldn't willingly torture Berry anyway. But that didn't matter to her anymore.
I won't live without you
What mattered was that she couldn't live without Berry, wouldn't live without Berry.
You are not rid of me
The voice in her head was back, and finally strong and ready enough to take charge. That's right world, Lucy Quinn Fabray was back.
All I wanted from you
Was a night maybe two
"Rachel, just listen! I admit I started this whole thing between us, thinking that a one night stand with you could help purge my feelings for you."
You beat me at my own game
"But for me, there were emotions involved that night. I...I wasn't as detached as I told you I was! Well, Quinn was detached, but Lucy sure as heck was not. If anything, Lucy fell harder that night."
No it's not okay
I'm the one that's missing out
"Yes I know I pulled away after that. You know my background, can you really blame me? And I worked so hard to get where I was, as Quinn, to let Lucy out again would mean I would go back to losing out on everything."
All I needed to do
Was get just a taste of you
"Lucy begged me for so long that I finally agreed to one night, just one night."
And now I'm sick all in my head
You poisoned me instead
"And I know it sounds crazy but after that night with you, you, well, for lack of a better word, you poisoned me. You slowly killed Quinn, the evil, ice queen HBIC. And I know my parents, or maybe just my Dad really, would probably think I'm sick in the head for loving you but I, Lucy Quinn Fabray, love you Rachel Barbra Berry so much and I promise to never break any heart, especially yours again!"
Trust me, trust me, I think I got heartbreak down
A huge jock-sized shadow fell over them, accompanied by a confused-sounding "Quinn? Did you just say you love Rachel? And did you just call yourself Lucy?"
The two girls broke apart far enough from their embrace to share a knowing look before laughing.
"Well, except for that one of course!"
Author: Nicole/Elocineel
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG (I'm pretty sure there aren't any swear words)
Length: 1634
Spoilers: Born This Way (basically the idea that the Lucy storyline exists)
Summary: Quinn Fabray was a master at breaking hearts
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, I want to though.
Author's Note: So, my first time posting fic, wrote this in January this year and only just finished it. Absolute thanks to my beta, Kari (I love you so much). Also, I love P!nk, you should love P!nk too. :) P.S. I think some of you know me as Tiggerbounced over on Tumblr so yeah... HI! :)
I like to think that I'm a pretty good kisser
Quinn liked to think of herself as a person with experience, I mean, she had to be. Puck always wanted to get down with her and Finn had claimed he saw fireworks when he kissed her (though she always secretly thought that that meant he probably jizzed in his pants or something)
I like to think I maybe broke a few hearts
And she most definitely had been a heartbreaker of sorts. First Finn, then Puck, then Sam.
But since I met you I'm a victim of disaster
So why wasn't she able to repeat the same pattern of M.a.D "Manipulate and Destroy” (at least before they got too close) this time round?
I like to think I got it down to an art
Oh no, she did do the manipulating, she just was not able to destroy. In fact, she felt like she was the one being destroyed.
So here's where the problem starts
You're shittin on my heart
Yup, you heard her right. She was the one being destroyed.
Oh I can't take it again and again and again
Blow after blow after blow was breaking down the facade. The image she crafted so painstakingly was being peeled away to reveal the real Fabray underneath.
All I wanted from you
Was a night maybe two
She had given in to her desires after repressing them for so long. "One night, just one night," she had told herself. Only one and she would be content to lock that part of her away again forever more.
You beat me at my own game
What surprised her was how easily the other person had capitulated. Even more surprising however was the devastating ease with which she herself had capitulated again and again since that very night.
No it's not okay
I'm the one that's missing out
She skipped out several early morning Cheerios practices, actually risked the wrath of the legendary Sue Sylvester, risked her captaincy - the one thing that meant the most to her in her high school life - just to spend lazy mornings in that person's arms.
All I needed to do
Was get just a taste of you
The one time she had decided to open herself up, just to finally satisfy that voice at the back of her brain (the real her anyway), just so happened to be her Waterloo.
And now I'm sick all in my head
You poisoned me instead
Now she couldn't stop that voice from talking, in fact it was getting louder each time she saw the other person. Almost as if that person was coaxing it to come out from behind the walls she had erected so many years ago.
Trust me, trust me, I think I got heartbreak down
For now, Quinn was stronger. It was either her or that voice. Hearts had to be broken. And Quinn Fabray was a master at breaking hearts.
I like to wake and go to bed around whenever
I like to maybe come and go when I choose
But now I'm waiting for a text, call, whatever
Quinn enjoyed her freedom, after her mother had taken her back; she had eased off, giving her a lax curfew, trusting that Quinn was wiser than before.
She had the whole of Lima at her disposal in a sense, yet she was always drawn to a particular section of a particular neighborhood.
Now, it seemed she never left her bedroom, laying on her bed staring at her phone, mentally willing it to light up or to ring. And when she did leave her house, she was in her car, parked a few houses down from her desired destination, hoping and anticipating the invitation.
"Quinn, would you like to come in before my parents call the authorities on you as they feel threatened by your constant surveillance of my abode?"
What's gotten into me, besides you
What exactly was wrong with her? Well, she had been poisoned, just like Snow White with the apple; she, Quinn Fabray, had been poisoned by a Berry.
You're like a rush, you're like a drug, it's just the sight of you
The littlest things reminded her, be it a song on the radio or even a slushy carried around by a jock, little things like that gave her a jolt. But she found, the greatest adrenaline high came when she saw her, even if she was practically covered in slushy and only partially in sight thanks to the obstruction of her view, otherwise known as her boyfriend.
I like to think that I could kick you but it's what you do
She genuinely wished she could revert back to the old her which was able to separate her from her. Confusing? It was never a problem for the old her. This new her (or was it the old her?) legitimately couldn't even keep up appearances by throwing the occasional slushy or by calling derogatory names, instead she resorted to hiding behind Santana and Brittany, letting them and the jocks do their "job".
When you wink at me
What's the Lord think of me
For being so fucking weak I find it hard for me to breathe
Yet she couldn't exactly hide behind Santana and Brittany during Glee, her boyfriend didn't really help either, given how enthralled he was with the performance. She didn't blame him in all honesty; she lost her breath too (before praying fervently afterwards), knowing where and when she had seen that particular wink.
So here's where my story ends
Well, this was it. She had decided to finally close this chapter in the book of her life.
I've got to make amends
I let me down
Again and again and again and again
No longer would she be constrained behind those walls. She was tired of repeatedly disappointing the voice in her head, of repeatedly disappointing herself.
All I wanted from you
Was a night maybe two
I mean, sure, she had just wanted one night.
You beat me at my own game
And she thought she was great for having broken down the walls surrounding that precious Berry, but no, eating Berry had actually led to her own walls being demolished.
No it's not okay
I'm the one that's missing out
The more she ran, the further Berry seemed to be from her. And she didn't like that; she felt that she was missing a vital component of her "diet".
All I needed to do
Was get just a taste of you
And now I'm sick all in my head
You poisoned me instead
And she just could not stop thinking about that Berry. One taste and she was hooked! Berry was practically forbidden fruit to her, yet ironically the only person who was forbidding her to taste it again was herself.
Trust me, trust me, I think I got heartbreak down
In forbidding herself, she figured that she had simultaneously broken 3 hearts. The voice's, her's and Berry's.
Here's what we have to do
Quinn made her game plan, after all, this was Berry they were talking about. You would need a plan to get to her.
Say it again and keep it true
Confess one more time, but no omissions of anything. No white lies, nothing but the plain truth.
Can't be strong too late for cool
She wasn't strong enough to keep those walls up anymore. And in all honesty? Her popularity had taken a hit as people started to notice how she wouldn't willingly torture Berry anyway. But that didn't matter to her anymore.
I won't live without you
What mattered was that she couldn't live without Berry, wouldn't live without Berry.
You are not rid of me
The voice in her head was back, and finally strong and ready enough to take charge. That's right world, Lucy Quinn Fabray was back.
All I wanted from you
Was a night maybe two
"Rachel, just listen! I admit I started this whole thing between us, thinking that a one night stand with you could help purge my feelings for you."
You beat me at my own game
"But for me, there were emotions involved that night. I...I wasn't as detached as I told you I was! Well, Quinn was detached, but Lucy sure as heck was not. If anything, Lucy fell harder that night."
No it's not okay
I'm the one that's missing out
"Yes I know I pulled away after that. You know my background, can you really blame me? And I worked so hard to get where I was, as Quinn, to let Lucy out again would mean I would go back to losing out on everything."
All I needed to do
Was get just a taste of you
"Lucy begged me for so long that I finally agreed to one night, just one night."
And now I'm sick all in my head
You poisoned me instead
"And I know it sounds crazy but after that night with you, you, well, for lack of a better word, you poisoned me. You slowly killed Quinn, the evil, ice queen HBIC. And I know my parents, or maybe just my Dad really, would probably think I'm sick in the head for loving you but I, Lucy Quinn Fabray, love you Rachel Barbra Berry so much and I promise to never break any heart, especially yours again!"
Trust me, trust me, I think I got heartbreak down
A huge jock-sized shadow fell over them, accompanied by a confused-sounding "Quinn? Did you just say you love Rachel? And did you just call yourself Lucy?"
The two girls broke apart far enough from their embrace to share a knowing look before laughing.
"Well, except for that one of course!"