Fic: Anything But Easy, for biruuu
Title: Anything But Easy
Pairing: Quinn/Mercedes
Rating: PG
Summary: Mercedes and Quinn haven't been talking since Quinn moved out. One of them is fed up with it.
It isn’t easy being Quinn Fabray.
When she thinks about it, the pregnancy was the easiest part. Because now she’s living with her mom again-which would be easier if they actually talked about important stuff-and she’s back on the Cheerios.
(Everyone knows that’s anything but easy.)
She can’t help but think that everything was better when she lived with Mercedes.
At least then she still had a best friend to talk to.
--
They don’t talk for weeks once school starts up again. Quinn had thought that somehow it would be different from the summer-where neither of them talked to each other under the grounds of being too busy.
It isn’t.
She busies herself. Cheerios. Glee.
Sam.
Like Mercedes, it’s something that she tries not to think about.
--
When Quinn goes to the library after school to study (and, if she admits it to herself, to be somewhere besides home), Mercedes is the only other person in there.
She bolts. It’s something she’s gotten used to.
She doesn’t think Mercedes will follow her.
She’s wrong.
Quinn figures that she should have known. Mercedes isn’t the type of person to back down easily, and besides, she didn’t do anything wrong. Quinn did. It is stupid to pretend otherwise.
“Quinn, stop.”
She listens. It’s tiring-trying to stay away from Mercedes-and by now, Quinn is completely exhausted.
“Why are you talking to me?” she asks once Mercedes catches up to her. “I mean, you should be furious with me.”
After all, this is all her fault.
Quinn isn’t sure when it started. If someone asked her, she would probably tell them after she moved in with Mercedes, but sometimes she thinks it started before then. Things made more sense if she thought about it that way. Why she moved in. Why she wanted Mercedes in the delivery room with her.
She was packing. It’s funny, she thinks, how these things always seem to happen in the most simple of situations.
Mercedes came in to help her; she didn’t have to ask.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Mercedes asked.
Quinn sighed; Mercedes was always able to read her. “No.”
“Because you’re not sure if your mom is really different.”
“That pretty much covers it, yes. Now that my dad’s gone, maybe she’ll be even more uninvolved. But now that I’ve had the baby, I’m not sure how much longer your parents would want me here.”
Mercedes shook her head. “You’re always welcome here. They know that.”
Quinn-head cheerio, Celibacy Club, Quinn Fabray-kissed her.
She kissed her and Mercedes pulled away.
And there it is, hanging in the air between them.
“I’m not mad at you,” Mercedes says. It isn’t something Quinn had prepared for. She had expected shouting. (The expectation, she thinks, might come from her parents; if she had a therapist, he would definitely have a blast with that one.)
“You should be.” After all, Quinn almost adds, you were the one that pulled away. What holds her back is the small chance that, maybe, she could salvage whatever is left of this friendship.
“Because you’re gay? Quinn, in case you haven’t noticed, my best friend is king-“
“Not because I’m-“ Quinn’s voice drops into a whisper, as she remembers that they’re both standing in a school hallway- “that. And I’m not; I mean, I don’t think so. No. Because I kissed you.”
Mercedes bursts out laughing.
“That’s definitely not the reaction I was expecting.” Or wanted. Or anything, really.
“I’m sorry,” Mercedes answers, still chuckling to herself lightly. “It’s pretty much a pattern now.”
Okay, now Quinn is really confused. The laughing was bad enough, but now, she has absolutely no idea what Mercedes is talking about. She raises an eyebrow, questioning the other girl.
“I always fall for the gay ones.”
Mercedes says it like it’s nothing, but Quinn, on the other hand, is completely taken aback. “What?” she sputters. “But you pulled away.” None of this is making any sense.
“You caught me off guard. Seriously, I didn’t think I had a chance with Miss-head-Cheerio-Quinn-Fabray. Besides, there’s Puck.”
“And Sam,” Quinn adds sadly, remembering the reason she started dating him in the first place. It wasn’t fair. To anyone.
“I wouldn’t worry about Sam.”
“Why not?” Mercedes shrugs playfully, but Quinn only gets more serious. “Why not, Mercedes?”
“Tina said that he has the hots for Kurt, but doesn’t want to get slushied.”
“So it’s just a rumor.”
“Well…”
“Mercedes!”
“They kissed.”
Silently, Quinn thanked God that she hadn’t been drinking anything; she would have spit it out. “Are you kidding me? Cheated on, with Kurt! This is ridiculous.”
Mercedes shook her head at Quinn, almost in disbelief at the girl’s tendency for melodrama. “I’m hoping this is better.” She kissed Quinn on the cheek, and then caught her lips.
She’s right, Quinn thought.
So much better.
Pairing: Quinn/Mercedes
Rating: PG
Summary: Mercedes and Quinn haven't been talking since Quinn moved out. One of them is fed up with it.
It isn’t easy being Quinn Fabray.
When she thinks about it, the pregnancy was the easiest part. Because now she’s living with her mom again-which would be easier if they actually talked about important stuff-and she’s back on the Cheerios.
(Everyone knows that’s anything but easy.)
She can’t help but think that everything was better when she lived with Mercedes.
At least then she still had a best friend to talk to.
--
They don’t talk for weeks once school starts up again. Quinn had thought that somehow it would be different from the summer-where neither of them talked to each other under the grounds of being too busy.
It isn’t.
She busies herself. Cheerios. Glee.
Sam.
Like Mercedes, it’s something that she tries not to think about.
--
When Quinn goes to the library after school to study (and, if she admits it to herself, to be somewhere besides home), Mercedes is the only other person in there.
She bolts. It’s something she’s gotten used to.
She doesn’t think Mercedes will follow her.
She’s wrong.
Quinn figures that she should have known. Mercedes isn’t the type of person to back down easily, and besides, she didn’t do anything wrong. Quinn did. It is stupid to pretend otherwise.
“Quinn, stop.”
She listens. It’s tiring-trying to stay away from Mercedes-and by now, Quinn is completely exhausted.
“Why are you talking to me?” she asks once Mercedes catches up to her. “I mean, you should be furious with me.”
After all, this is all her fault.
Quinn isn’t sure when it started. If someone asked her, she would probably tell them after she moved in with Mercedes, but sometimes she thinks it started before then. Things made more sense if she thought about it that way. Why she moved in. Why she wanted Mercedes in the delivery room with her.
She was packing. It’s funny, she thinks, how these things always seem to happen in the most simple of situations.
Mercedes came in to help her; she didn’t have to ask.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Mercedes asked.
Quinn sighed; Mercedes was always able to read her. “No.”
“Because you’re not sure if your mom is really different.”
“That pretty much covers it, yes. Now that my dad’s gone, maybe she’ll be even more uninvolved. But now that I’ve had the baby, I’m not sure how much longer your parents would want me here.”
Mercedes shook her head. “You’re always welcome here. They know that.”
Quinn-head cheerio, Celibacy Club, Quinn Fabray-kissed her.
She kissed her and Mercedes pulled away.
And there it is, hanging in the air between them.
“I’m not mad at you,” Mercedes says. It isn’t something Quinn had prepared for. She had expected shouting. (The expectation, she thinks, might come from her parents; if she had a therapist, he would definitely have a blast with that one.)
“You should be.” After all, Quinn almost adds, you were the one that pulled away. What holds her back is the small chance that, maybe, she could salvage whatever is left of this friendship.
“Because you’re gay? Quinn, in case you haven’t noticed, my best friend is king-“
“Not because I’m-“ Quinn’s voice drops into a whisper, as she remembers that they’re both standing in a school hallway- “that. And I’m not; I mean, I don’t think so. No. Because I kissed you.”
Mercedes bursts out laughing.
“That’s definitely not the reaction I was expecting.” Or wanted. Or anything, really.
“I’m sorry,” Mercedes answers, still chuckling to herself lightly. “It’s pretty much a pattern now.”
Okay, now Quinn is really confused. The laughing was bad enough, but now, she has absolutely no idea what Mercedes is talking about. She raises an eyebrow, questioning the other girl.
“I always fall for the gay ones.”
Mercedes says it like it’s nothing, but Quinn, on the other hand, is completely taken aback. “What?” she sputters. “But you pulled away.” None of this is making any sense.
“You caught me off guard. Seriously, I didn’t think I had a chance with Miss-head-Cheerio-Quinn-Fabray. Besides, there’s Puck.”
“And Sam,” Quinn adds sadly, remembering the reason she started dating him in the first place. It wasn’t fair. To anyone.
“I wouldn’t worry about Sam.”
“Why not?” Mercedes shrugs playfully, but Quinn only gets more serious. “Why not, Mercedes?”
“Tina said that he has the hots for Kurt, but doesn’t want to get slushied.”
“So it’s just a rumor.”
“Well…”
“Mercedes!”
“They kissed.”
Silently, Quinn thanked God that she hadn’t been drinking anything; she would have spit it out. “Are you kidding me? Cheated on, with Kurt! This is ridiculous.”
Mercedes shook her head at Quinn, almost in disbelief at the girl’s tendency for melodrama. “I’m hoping this is better.” She kissed Quinn on the cheek, and then caught her lips.
She’s right, Quinn thought.
So much better.