Fic: "Baby, Baby" 1/? (Glee - Rachel/Quinn, PG)
Title: “Baby, Baby”
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, hints of violence
Word Count: Approx. 845
Notes: A little angst does nobody any good.
Spoilers: Through Ep 1x22
Summary: Rachel finds out about Beth.
Quinn felt like she was stuck in a Charlie Brown holiday special. While it was obvious from purple vein pulsing down the middle of Puck’s forehead and the red tint creeping up Rachel’s face that a war of words was raging between the diva and the jock, as it reached her ears all she could hear was “whah whah whah whah.”
Until Puck stood and kicked his chair across the room. Until Rachel turned stunned eyes her way. Then it all became sickeningly clear.
“I said your mom didn’t want you, but she sure as hell wanted my kid. Suck on that, bitch.” Complete with crotch grab.
Out on the periphery of her vision, she saw Santana high-five Brittany. Heard Finn’s whispered rejoinder, “God, grow up” before he chased after Rachel as she ran from the room.
She watched Puck raise a fist to Kurt when the smaller boy stood tall and lobbed a bon mot on his way out the door. “At least she’ll be raised with some class.” He nodded at Quinn as he passed, “No offense.”
She acknowledged him with a small dip of her head before turning on the father of her…of Shelby’s child. Like any teenager she had regrets. Trusting Noah Puckerman and having sex with him; having awful, really fast, no idea what all the fuss was about sex with him was her biggest regret. Even though her baby girl wouldn’t exist, if she had a do-over she’d have slammed the door in his face before he ever had a wormed his way into her house and under her Cheerios outfit.
“Baby.” She knew he was giving her his most charming look and wondered yet again how she or any other female in their right mind could fall for his particular brand of bullshit.
She held up a hand to forestall any attempt to deny or justify. “Don’t.”
“You have no idea what she said to me.” Defiance.
“God, Puck! I don’t care. Nothing warrants telling her about Shelby and the baby like that. You are such an ass!” Quinn felt ill. Nothing held quite the same sting of betrayal as a rejection by a parent. Whether they had raised you, or you had just found them. To top it off, she was in the uncomfortable position of sympathizing with and relating to Rachel Berry of all people.
“She said I wasn’t good enough for you or for Beth. That you’re both better off without me in your lives.” He was pacing and gesturing wildly with his arms.
“Rachel’s right, Puck. You have no idea how to be a man.”
She felt the familiar pain as he grabbed her roughly around the wrist, tugged her close and ground his hips against hers. “That’s not what you said the night we made her.”
Quinn roughly pulled out of his grasp. “What did I say that night, Puck?”
He drew up short. “What? How the hell am I supposed to remember? Probably what every girl I’ve taken to bed says, ‘yeah, baby, you’re the biggest, baddest…’.”
The snort that escaped and quickly turned into a series of guffaws left the mohawked jock fuming.
And he made the mistake of trying to hurt his former lover with Rachel’s words. “Beth is better off without you in her life,” he sneered at her.
The laughter died on Quinn’s lips. “I know that, Puck. It’s the difference between you and me. It’s why I decided to give her up for adoption. Neither of us were worthy of her. It’s why I asked Shelby to rename her. You didn’t deserve to have that honor.”
“You fucking bitch.”
Quinn closed her eyes and waited for the blow from his raised hand to connect.
“Leave her alone.” Finn barreled into the rehearsal room and shoved Puck away just a hair’s breathe before he would have knocked Quinn to the floor.
Finn used his body to shield Quinn as Puck got to his feet.
“And here I just thought you defended that little faggot you live with. I didn’t realize you extended your services to sluts who give away their children.”
Finn kept shoving his former friend until he was safely out of the rehearsal hall. He blew out a deep breath as he turned to Quinn.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah." Thanks for…”
“Yeah.” He patted her awkwardly on the back. “Just pay it forward.”
“What?”
“Rachel.”
Quinn wanted to say no. She remembered the brief glimpse of devastation she saw as Rachel ran from the room. She didn’t want to face that kind of pain.
“I think this may be something for Ms. Pillsbury.”
“She needs you, Quinn. You’re the only one that can help her understand.”
“We’re not even friends. How am I supposed to help her?”
“I dunno know. Maybe just listen.”
She fondled the gold cross that hung around her neck. She wasn’t sure she was strong enough to endure the penance of helping Rachel deal with her mommy issues when she wasn’t even certain how to deal with her own.
TBC
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, hints of violence
Word Count: Approx. 845
Notes: A little angst does nobody any good.
Spoilers: Through Ep 1x22
Summary: Rachel finds out about Beth.
Quinn felt like she was stuck in a Charlie Brown holiday special. While it was obvious from purple vein pulsing down the middle of Puck’s forehead and the red tint creeping up Rachel’s face that a war of words was raging between the diva and the jock, as it reached her ears all she could hear was “whah whah whah whah.”
Until Puck stood and kicked his chair across the room. Until Rachel turned stunned eyes her way. Then it all became sickeningly clear.
“I said your mom didn’t want you, but she sure as hell wanted my kid. Suck on that, bitch.” Complete with crotch grab.
Out on the periphery of her vision, she saw Santana high-five Brittany. Heard Finn’s whispered rejoinder, “God, grow up” before he chased after Rachel as she ran from the room.
She watched Puck raise a fist to Kurt when the smaller boy stood tall and lobbed a bon mot on his way out the door. “At least she’ll be raised with some class.” He nodded at Quinn as he passed, “No offense.”
She acknowledged him with a small dip of her head before turning on the father of her…of Shelby’s child. Like any teenager she had regrets. Trusting Noah Puckerman and having sex with him; having awful, really fast, no idea what all the fuss was about sex with him was her biggest regret. Even though her baby girl wouldn’t exist, if she had a do-over she’d have slammed the door in his face before he ever had a wormed his way into her house and under her Cheerios outfit.
“Baby.” She knew he was giving her his most charming look and wondered yet again how she or any other female in their right mind could fall for his particular brand of bullshit.
She held up a hand to forestall any attempt to deny or justify. “Don’t.”
“You have no idea what she said to me.” Defiance.
“God, Puck! I don’t care. Nothing warrants telling her about Shelby and the baby like that. You are such an ass!” Quinn felt ill. Nothing held quite the same sting of betrayal as a rejection by a parent. Whether they had raised you, or you had just found them. To top it off, she was in the uncomfortable position of sympathizing with and relating to Rachel Berry of all people.
“She said I wasn’t good enough for you or for Beth. That you’re both better off without me in your lives.” He was pacing and gesturing wildly with his arms.
“Rachel’s right, Puck. You have no idea how to be a man.”
She felt the familiar pain as he grabbed her roughly around the wrist, tugged her close and ground his hips against hers. “That’s not what you said the night we made her.”
Quinn roughly pulled out of his grasp. “What did I say that night, Puck?”
He drew up short. “What? How the hell am I supposed to remember? Probably what every girl I’ve taken to bed says, ‘yeah, baby, you’re the biggest, baddest…’.”
The snort that escaped and quickly turned into a series of guffaws left the mohawked jock fuming.
And he made the mistake of trying to hurt his former lover with Rachel’s words. “Beth is better off without you in her life,” he sneered at her.
The laughter died on Quinn’s lips. “I know that, Puck. It’s the difference between you and me. It’s why I decided to give her up for adoption. Neither of us were worthy of her. It’s why I asked Shelby to rename her. You didn’t deserve to have that honor.”
“You fucking bitch.”
Quinn closed her eyes and waited for the blow from his raised hand to connect.
“Leave her alone.” Finn barreled into the rehearsal room and shoved Puck away just a hair’s breathe before he would have knocked Quinn to the floor.
Finn used his body to shield Quinn as Puck got to his feet.
“And here I just thought you defended that little faggot you live with. I didn’t realize you extended your services to sluts who give away their children.”
Finn kept shoving his former friend until he was safely out of the rehearsal hall. He blew out a deep breath as he turned to Quinn.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah." Thanks for…”
“Yeah.” He patted her awkwardly on the back. “Just pay it forward.”
“What?”
“Rachel.”
Quinn wanted to say no. She remembered the brief glimpse of devastation she saw as Rachel ran from the room. She didn’t want to face that kind of pain.
“I think this may be something for Ms. Pillsbury.”
“She needs you, Quinn. You’re the only one that can help her understand.”
“We’re not even friends. How am I supposed to help her?”
“I dunno know. Maybe just listen.”
She fondled the gold cross that hung around her neck. She wasn’t sure she was strong enough to endure the penance of helping Rachel deal with her mommy issues when she wasn’t even certain how to deal with her own.
TBC