Fic: "Baby, Baby" 2/? (Glee - Rachel/Quinn, PG)
Title: “Baby, Baby” (Chapter 2/?)
Author: Flynn
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: Rachel, Quinn and the gang all belong to Ryan Murphy and FOX.
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: Approx. 845
Spoilers: Through Ep 1x22
Summary: The aftermath of Rachel finding out about Beth continues.
Chapter 1
Quinn didn’t know how long she’d been sitting on the cold restroom floor next to an eerily silent Rachel Berry. It had been long enough to make her lower back ache and her left foot go numb. It had not been nearly long enough for her to figure out how to breach the silence.
After talking to Finn she went off in search of Rachel. Quinn found her heaving violently in one of the stalls. Instinct kicked in and before she realized what she was doing, she had brunette hair gathered and pulled back into a pony tail and rubbed small circles down Rachel’s back until the other young woman rocked back on her heels.
Still on auto-pilot, Quinn took Rachel’s hand and led her to the sinks. She wet a towel and wiped the sweat from Rachel’s brow until a shaking hand stopped the motion. Quinn handed the towel over, purposefully keeping her eyes down. She wanted to leave before the diva geared up and delivered a tirade, but Quinn couldn’t ignore the pale pallor, and the white of Rachel’s knuckles where they gripped the sink in a effort to stay upright.
Quinn drew an unsteady breath and allowed her gaze to drift up and meet the reflection of bloodshot eyes in the mirror. Quinn felt her knees give. The stricken look on Rachel’s face when Puck first dropped the bomb about Shelby and the baby was nothing compared to the pain and loss that currently shaded her features. Nothing could have prepared Quinn to see the same hurt on Rachel’s face that had stared back from her own reflection months ago the night that her parents had kicked her out.
Suddenly and without warning, the realization that their souls shared very similar scars overwhelmed her.
She couldn’t say later whether she had helped Rachel, or if Rachel had helped her. But somehow they had ended up shoulder-to-shoulder, their backs pressed against the wall, bottoms on cold tile. Quinn was deep in her own thought, still trying to find the right words, when Rachel’s whispered question edged around her consciousness.
“Why you hate me so much?”
It was the last question Quinn expected to hear. “I don’t hate you.”
“I don’t believe you. Why would you give Beth to my mom if you don’t hate me?”
“I honestly didn’t give you a single thought.” Quinn tried to speak the truth without any rancor, “I wanted her to have a good home. And after Mr. Schue’s ex turned out to be such a…anyway, Shelby came to the hospital. She seems to have it together.”
She was taken aback by the energy with which Rachel got to her feet. “You think Shelby has it together? Okay, now I know you’re not telling me the truth. You know how much finding my mom meant to me. And you saw how she treated me.”
Quinn regarded Rachel. The brunette stood with one hand on her hip and the other pointing a finger in Quinn’s face. She could tell Rachel had geared for that tirade and was prepared to unleash it. She’d be damned if she was sitting on her ass while she tried. She had a few inches in height on Rachel and stood to take advantage of it. She might feel sorry for her, but she was not about to let the diva in her own mind try to put Quinn in her place.
She took a deep breath. “I am trying to be patient with you, because I know how hurt you are. But I promise you, my decision had nothing to do with you.”
Rachel took a step forward and crossed into Quinn’s personal space. “I know you hate me and I know why. Finn.”
Quinn stepped closer until they were practically nose to nose. The scent of citrus invaded her senses. “I don’t hate you because you went after Finn. I don’t even hate you for telling Finn about Puck.”
“Then why?” Rachel persisted.
“Oh my, God. You are so self-absorbed. How many times do I have to say it? It. Had. Nothing . To. Do. With. You.” Quinn had had enough and practically shouted the last few words.
Rachel stood firm. “You have no idea how badly she hurt me. She sought me out and then rejected me when I tried to have a relationship with her.”
Quinn nodded a concession. “I know. That was fucked up.” She really hadn’t given any thought to Rachel when Shelby first approached her, or later when she signed the papers relinquishing her rights to the rival glee club coach. She saw tears the tears reforming in Rachel’s eyes and reached out with the first thought that came into mind.
“When my parents threw me out, I didn’t think I’d ever see them again. But my mom, she came around. Maybe Shelby will change her mind and do the same.”
Rachel dashed the tears off her cheeks. “Why would she? She has Beth, why on earth would she want me? She’s getting the do-over she told me she wanted when she told me good-bye.” Her voice broke on the last word as she dissolved into sobs.
Quinn did the only thing she could think of. She gathered Rachel into her arms and held onto her tightly.
It wasn’t until much later that night as she was falling asleep her mind briefly registered the thought that she liked the feeling she had as she held Rachel.
Author: Flynn
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: Rachel, Quinn and the gang all belong to Ryan Murphy and FOX.
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: Approx. 845
Spoilers: Through Ep 1x22
Summary: The aftermath of Rachel finding out about Beth continues.
Chapter 1
Quinn didn’t know how long she’d been sitting on the cold restroom floor next to an eerily silent Rachel Berry. It had been long enough to make her lower back ache and her left foot go numb. It had not been nearly long enough for her to figure out how to breach the silence.
After talking to Finn she went off in search of Rachel. Quinn found her heaving violently in one of the stalls. Instinct kicked in and before she realized what she was doing, she had brunette hair gathered and pulled back into a pony tail and rubbed small circles down Rachel’s back until the other young woman rocked back on her heels.
Still on auto-pilot, Quinn took Rachel’s hand and led her to the sinks. She wet a towel and wiped the sweat from Rachel’s brow until a shaking hand stopped the motion. Quinn handed the towel over, purposefully keeping her eyes down. She wanted to leave before the diva geared up and delivered a tirade, but Quinn couldn’t ignore the pale pallor, and the white of Rachel’s knuckles where they gripped the sink in a effort to stay upright.
Quinn drew an unsteady breath and allowed her gaze to drift up and meet the reflection of bloodshot eyes in the mirror. Quinn felt her knees give. The stricken look on Rachel’s face when Puck first dropped the bomb about Shelby and the baby was nothing compared to the pain and loss that currently shaded her features. Nothing could have prepared Quinn to see the same hurt on Rachel’s face that had stared back from her own reflection months ago the night that her parents had kicked her out.
Suddenly and without warning, the realization that their souls shared very similar scars overwhelmed her.
She couldn’t say later whether she had helped Rachel, or if Rachel had helped her. But somehow they had ended up shoulder-to-shoulder, their backs pressed against the wall, bottoms on cold tile. Quinn was deep in her own thought, still trying to find the right words, when Rachel’s whispered question edged around her consciousness.
“Why you hate me so much?”
It was the last question Quinn expected to hear. “I don’t hate you.”
“I don’t believe you. Why would you give Beth to my mom if you don’t hate me?”
“I honestly didn’t give you a single thought.” Quinn tried to speak the truth without any rancor, “I wanted her to have a good home. And after Mr. Schue’s ex turned out to be such a…anyway, Shelby came to the hospital. She seems to have it together.”
She was taken aback by the energy with which Rachel got to her feet. “You think Shelby has it together? Okay, now I know you’re not telling me the truth. You know how much finding my mom meant to me. And you saw how she treated me.”
Quinn regarded Rachel. The brunette stood with one hand on her hip and the other pointing a finger in Quinn’s face. She could tell Rachel had geared for that tirade and was prepared to unleash it. She’d be damned if she was sitting on her ass while she tried. She had a few inches in height on Rachel and stood to take advantage of it. She might feel sorry for her, but she was not about to let the diva in her own mind try to put Quinn in her place.
She took a deep breath. “I am trying to be patient with you, because I know how hurt you are. But I promise you, my decision had nothing to do with you.”
Rachel took a step forward and crossed into Quinn’s personal space. “I know you hate me and I know why. Finn.”
Quinn stepped closer until they were practically nose to nose. The scent of citrus invaded her senses. “I don’t hate you because you went after Finn. I don’t even hate you for telling Finn about Puck.”
“Then why?” Rachel persisted.
“Oh my, God. You are so self-absorbed. How many times do I have to say it? It. Had. Nothing . To. Do. With. You.” Quinn had had enough and practically shouted the last few words.
Rachel stood firm. “You have no idea how badly she hurt me. She sought me out and then rejected me when I tried to have a relationship with her.”
Quinn nodded a concession. “I know. That was fucked up.” She really hadn’t given any thought to Rachel when Shelby first approached her, or later when she signed the papers relinquishing her rights to the rival glee club coach. She saw tears the tears reforming in Rachel’s eyes and reached out with the first thought that came into mind.
“When my parents threw me out, I didn’t think I’d ever see them again. But my mom, she came around. Maybe Shelby will change her mind and do the same.”
Rachel dashed the tears off her cheeks. “Why would she? She has Beth, why on earth would she want me? She’s getting the do-over she told me she wanted when she told me good-bye.” Her voice broke on the last word as she dissolved into sobs.
Quinn did the only thing she could think of. She gathered Rachel into her arms and held onto her tightly.
It wasn’t until much later that night as she was falling asleep her mind briefly registered the thought that she liked the feeling she had as she held Rachel.