fic: silently falling apart (prologue)
Title: Silently Falling Apart (prologue)
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Pairing: Quinn/Santana
Prompts: Historical Time Period for Quinntana Week 2013
Summary: Quinn's life is forever changed when she enters Oberlin in the late 60's.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, they'd probably go at it like bunnies.
A/N: First and foremost, a big thank you to Laura and my girlfriend for pushing me to finish this. This fic is longer than the rest and is part of the reason I haven't updated Love Fool yet (which will be finished and soon, I promise.) It's a gradual progression in Quinn and Santana's relationship, especially given the period of time I'll be dealing with. It's also told entirely from Quinn's POV which means it'll deal a lot with what's going on with her. So, please be patient with me. Special thanks to gleek23 for the beta services. Enjoy!
May 1966
“Quinn, did you hear me?”
The question posed brought the blonde up short. She’d been listening to Finn. Of course she had. It was just that the words didn’t make any sense and she felt an overwhelming sense of panic like that time she’d been locked in Frannie’s closet. The walls had felt like they were closing in and this wasn’t unlike that. She gulped in a deep breath, discreetly and glanced up into expectant light brown eyes.
Finn had kind eyes. The kindest she’d ever seen. She remembered the first time she’d seen him in Mrs. Franklin’s biology class. He’d asked to borrow a pencil because the tip of his had splintered. She’d been caught off guard by the sincerity and had breathlessly handed over her spare yellow pencil. And the smile he’d given her in appreciation had caused her heart to flutter.
Her heart wasn’t fluttering now. No, she was sure it’d stopped altogether and as much as she wanted to respond, she couldn’t. The words stuck in her throat and she felt the need to do something silly and drastic like flee. She glanced around quickly, looking for an escape but found none. She was trapped.
The warm, gentle hand on her shoulder drew her attention and Quinn glanced up at her boyfriend, the man she was supposed to be spending the rest of her life with, and she felt like she was seeing him for the first time. What had he just been saying?
“Are you all right?” He asked, his brow furrowed in concern. Quinn forced herself to nodded, gulping in another breath. He seemed almost relieved as he smiled back at her. “Did you hear what I said?”
“Yes, you’ve enlisted in the United States Air Force and have the intentions of flying half across the world to fight in a war, leaving me alone here when we were supposed to get married.” Now that the words were sinking in, her shock was replaced with anger.
Finn withdrew his hand and scratched at the back of his neck. He ducked his head and looked away in remorse and Quinn felt vindicated. He should feel remorse. They’d had a plan and now he’d gone and changed it. “Quinn, don’t be like that.”
Quinn’s eyes widened and she pulled her cardigan tightly around her body defensively. “How else am I meant to feel, Finn Hudson? You promised me a ring and a wedding in a little white chapel where my grandfather would preside. Now you’re going off to fight in a war for God knows how long.” She threw her hands up in exasperation. It was the only thing she could do to keep from striking his face.
“And we’ll still have all of those things. It will just be when I come back.” Finn turned his body towards her and reached out, tilting her chin until she had no choice but to look at him. “I’ll come back and we’ll get married and I’ll buy us a house down the street from my ma and we’ll have a house full of babies,” he said, giving her that boyish grin that always made her melt. He shifted closer to her and wrapped his arms around her carefully as if he was still a little afraid she’d hit him. “What do you say to that? I’ll come back and get us a house...”
Her resolve was already crumbling, much to her chagrin. She didn’t want him to leave, but there was an appeal to the picture he so clearly painted. A house with a nice white fence and children with his hair and her smile. They’d have the perfect life. “And what am I supposed to do in the meantime?” She questioned, ignoring the way his eyes lit up.
“Well, you’ve been talking about wanting to go to college, right?”
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Pairing: Quinn/Santana
Prompts: Historical Time Period for Quinntana Week 2013
Summary: Quinn's life is forever changed when she enters Oberlin in the late 60's.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, they'd probably go at it like bunnies.
A/N: First and foremost, a big thank you to Laura and my girlfriend for pushing me to finish this. This fic is longer than the rest and is part of the reason I haven't updated Love Fool yet (which will be finished and soon, I promise.) It's a gradual progression in Quinn and Santana's relationship, especially given the period of time I'll be dealing with. It's also told entirely from Quinn's POV which means it'll deal a lot with what's going on with her. So, please be patient with me. Special thanks to gleek23 for the beta services. Enjoy!
May 1966
“Quinn, did you hear me?”
The question posed brought the blonde up short. She’d been listening to Finn. Of course she had. It was just that the words didn’t make any sense and she felt an overwhelming sense of panic like that time she’d been locked in Frannie’s closet. The walls had felt like they were closing in and this wasn’t unlike that. She gulped in a deep breath, discreetly and glanced up into expectant light brown eyes.
Finn had kind eyes. The kindest she’d ever seen. She remembered the first time she’d seen him in Mrs. Franklin’s biology class. He’d asked to borrow a pencil because the tip of his had splintered. She’d been caught off guard by the sincerity and had breathlessly handed over her spare yellow pencil. And the smile he’d given her in appreciation had caused her heart to flutter.
Her heart wasn’t fluttering now. No, she was sure it’d stopped altogether and as much as she wanted to respond, she couldn’t. The words stuck in her throat and she felt the need to do something silly and drastic like flee. She glanced around quickly, looking for an escape but found none. She was trapped.
The warm, gentle hand on her shoulder drew her attention and Quinn glanced up at her boyfriend, the man she was supposed to be spending the rest of her life with, and she felt like she was seeing him for the first time. What had he just been saying?
“Are you all right?” He asked, his brow furrowed in concern. Quinn forced herself to nodded, gulping in another breath. He seemed almost relieved as he smiled back at her. “Did you hear what I said?”
“Yes, you’ve enlisted in the United States Air Force and have the intentions of flying half across the world to fight in a war, leaving me alone here when we were supposed to get married.” Now that the words were sinking in, her shock was replaced with anger.
Finn withdrew his hand and scratched at the back of his neck. He ducked his head and looked away in remorse and Quinn felt vindicated. He should feel remorse. They’d had a plan and now he’d gone and changed it. “Quinn, don’t be like that.”
Quinn’s eyes widened and she pulled her cardigan tightly around her body defensively. “How else am I meant to feel, Finn Hudson? You promised me a ring and a wedding in a little white chapel where my grandfather would preside. Now you’re going off to fight in a war for God knows how long.” She threw her hands up in exasperation. It was the only thing she could do to keep from striking his face.
“And we’ll still have all of those things. It will just be when I come back.” Finn turned his body towards her and reached out, tilting her chin until she had no choice but to look at him. “I’ll come back and we’ll get married and I’ll buy us a house down the street from my ma and we’ll have a house full of babies,” he said, giving her that boyish grin that always made her melt. He shifted closer to her and wrapped his arms around her carefully as if he was still a little afraid she’d hit him. “What do you say to that? I’ll come back and get us a house...”
Her resolve was already crumbling, much to her chagrin. She didn’t want him to leave, but there was an appeal to the picture he so clearly painted. A house with a nice white fence and children with his hair and her smile. They’d have the perfect life. “And what am I supposed to do in the meantime?” She questioned, ignoring the way his eyes lit up.
“Well, you’ve been talking about wanting to go to college, right?”