4 times Quinn was dreaming and 1 time she wasn't.
Title: 4 times Quinn was dreaming and 1 time she wasn't.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1, 474 with formatting
Pairings: Quinn Fabray/Brittany Pierce, Quinn Fabray/Mike Chang, Quinn Fabray/Blaine Anderson, Quinn Fabray/Santana Lopez, Quinn/Fabray/Finn Hudson
Spoilers: To play it safe, up to S2 finale
Summary: Quinn keeps dreaming, but when she wakes up, is it with the right person?
Quinn/Brittany
Quinn rolled over and touched the arm of the body next to her. It was soft. She scooted closer. Her hand reached up and stroked the hair on the top of the person’s head. This wasn’t right, this hair was blonde. Her significant other didn’t have blonde hair. She rolled over and turned on the light. She sat up. Why didn’t she have on a shirt? Why was there a blonde haired girl sleeping next to her? Did she sleep with herself? The person rolled over and opened her eyes. Those icy blue eyes.
“Oh shit,” she thought to herself. “I slept with Britt, Santana’s gonna kill me.”
“Hey, Quinn, you’re hot.” Brittany giggled. “even with your hair looking like that.”
Quinn instantly reached up and ran a finger through her hair, she knew what she looked like in the morning and really didn’t want anyone to see her like that.
“Hey Quinn,” Brittany giggled again, reaching up and grabbing Quinn’s hand. “You know if we got together people would call us Fierce, or Quitt.”
Quinn sighed, what was Brittany going on about? “Why is that, Britt?” She asked in a trying to be loving tone.
“Because my last name is Pierce and yours is Fabray and my first name is Britt and yours is Quinn, so together we would be Fierce and Quitt.” Brittany stated this like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “By the way, Q, this is all a dream.”
Wait, what? Was this really a dream? A headache was developing in the depths of Quinn’s brain so she laid back and closed her eyes and when she got back up, Brittany wasn’t there.
Quinn/Mike
This time when Quinn woke up, there actually was a body next to her. It just wasn’t Brittany. Well, maybe she was home finally, this sort of looked like her room. Her small hands reached out to touch the person, and woah, these abs. These abs felt like perfectly sculpted demi-god abs. She sat up, running a hand through her hair trying to tame it, she didn’t want to wake up and look like how she looked with Britt. Oh, she was shirtless again, but at least this time she had on a bra. She rolled those abs over, because obviously the abs was the only part of the persons body.
“Oh fuck,” Quinn thought, it was Mike.
“Mike is pretty hot, but oh my god, he’s with Tina. And Tina was fucking crazy possessive.”
Quinn started freaking out, twisting and turning in the bed, trying to find a shirt so she could get out of there.
“Crap, where’s my shirt? I need to get out of her before Tina gets back, or whatever.” Quinn was saying to herself in a whispered tone.
Mike groaned next to her and opened his eyes. “Quinn, calm down.”
“Calm down? How could you tell me to calm down? We just slept together! Tina is going to kill me, and Finn, oh my god, Finn, not that you’re not hot and everything Mike, but still, Mike, why aren’t you freaking out?” Quinn rambled on and only stopped when Mike kissed her.
“Because this is all a dream.”
And Quinn noticed that it was, and once again fell asleep.
Quinn/Santana
“I wonder who I’m sleeping with this time, or maybe I’m really awake this time?” Quinn thought and had to laugh, this was getting ridiculous.
“Quinn, I swear to god if you don’t shut up, you’re not going to be able to touch the girls evas again, I’m tryns to get my sleep on”
Quinn knew that voice anywhere, had she really slept with Santana? If so, not bad, she had wanted to have sex with her ever since high school to see what all the fuss was about. And if her sore thighs said anything, it was pretty great.
“Sorry, S. I’m had a bad dream.” Quinn said, laying down next to Santana and cuddling her side. Santana wrapped her naked body around her, and kissed Quinn shoulder.
“Well, sorry to say this Q, but you’re in the middle of another bad dream, but bad in the dirty way.” Santana laughed, an amazing laugh that spread through her whole body. It was sexy to say the least. Oh, wait, she said this was a dream, right? She really didn’t want this dream to end. Maybe she’d just stay asleep this time.
“Maybe I like this dream.” Quinn kissed Santana on the shoulder.
“I like it too, Q, but you has to wake up and go to real life again, I’ll see you there, I love you though.” Santana kissed Quinn on the lips, and it was a surprisingly sweet kiss, and also a kiss that made Quinn drowsy.
“I love you too, I don’t want to wake up though.” That was the last thing Quinn remembered before she went to sleep, or woke up?
Quinn/Blaine
No, she had left Santana. But maybe she was finally home, she’d be happy with that. She rolled over and saw a male back, finally. But this back looked different. Maybe her fiancé had just shrunk some. The hair color was right at least. That back rolled over and she saw those eyebrows. Those triangle shaped eye brows.
Blaine? But Blaine was gay, is gay. Him and Kurt have been together for almost 10 years.
“Blaine?” She heard herself say out loud. “Oh my god, Blaine, we slept together. Oh my god, Kurt, what was I thinking? What was Blaine thinking?” If this was another dream she’d be super pissed off. Majorly pissed.
“Quinn, hey,” Blaine said, smiling that dapper smile. God, he was really cute, why did he have to be gay?
“Blaine, why are you so calm? We slept together! You cheated on Kurt, I cheated on my fiancé! I’m getting married and a month and I just slept with a gay guy!”
“Calm down, Quinn, you’re dreaming.” Blaine stroked her cheek, trying to calm her down.
“Are you fucking serious? I really can’t wait to wake the fuck up and kill my brain.”
Blaine laughed, a gorgeous laugh. “Go to sleep Quinn, and when you wake up, you’ll be where you need to be.”
Quinn did just that, and hopefully, she’d be home when she woke up.
Quinn/Finn
“Quinn?” A voice was calling her, a distant voice. She tried to open her eyes but all she saw was black. “Quinn? Baby, please wake up. Sweetheart, please, I need you to wake up.”
It was Finn. It was her Finn. Why couldn’t she wake up? She was finally where she needed to be.
When she finally opened her eyes, everything was blurry, but she saw beautiful brown eyes looking back at her. She looked down and saw that amazing smile she fell in love with.
“Hey.” Quinn heard herself say, her voice was different, rough, like she hadn’t talked in a while.
“Oh my god,” Finn smiled hugely and then leaned down and hugged her, a bone crushing hug. “You’re awake, oh my god, baby, you’re awake. I thought you’d left me for good.” He kissed her on the forehead.
Quinn finally looked around and saw she wasn’t in her room but she was in a hospital room.
“What happened? How long was I asleep for?” Wait, why did her stomach seem weird? She looked down, her stomach was flat, but wasn’t as flat as she remembered, wait, wasn’t she pregnant when she went to sleep?
“Quinn, baby, you’ve been in a coma for a week. While you were having Kylie, you slipped into a coma.”
It was all coming back to her now, she was having a baby, a baby with Finn. “Kylie? Kylie, our daughter? Where is she?” She started to panic, where was her daughter? “Where is she? What does she look like? Finn, please, answer me.”
“Quinn, baby, please calm down, we don’t need you slipping into a panic. Kylie’s with Santana.”
“Santana?” Quinn blushed, her dream coming back to her. “Can I see her?”
Like she was standing outside the door, in came Santana holding a bundle of yellow in her arms. Blaine, Brittany, and Mike were behind her.
“Hey mommy,” Santana said, waving at her. “There’s someone who’s excited you’re awake.”
She handed the baby over to her and Quinn looked down at her daughter for the first time. She was beautiful. Her little head was covered with beautiful blonde curls and her little nose, just like her dad’s, was scrunched up into a sneeze. She was perfect, a perfect mix of her mom and dad.
Quinn leaned down and kissed Kylie on the forehead, and then looked up and around. She was surrounded by friends and family. She may of loved her dreams, but she was damn sure reality was better.
A/N: Sorry, Lj was being a bitch for me, I hope this still counts
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1, 474 with formatting
Pairings: Quinn Fabray/Brittany Pierce, Quinn Fabray/Mike Chang, Quinn Fabray/Blaine Anderson, Quinn Fabray/Santana Lopez, Quinn/Fabray/Finn Hudson
Spoilers: To play it safe, up to S2 finale
Summary: Quinn keeps dreaming, but when she wakes up, is it with the right person?
Quinn/Brittany
Quinn rolled over and touched the arm of the body next to her. It was soft. She scooted closer. Her hand reached up and stroked the hair on the top of the person’s head. This wasn’t right, this hair was blonde. Her significant other didn’t have blonde hair. She rolled over and turned on the light. She sat up. Why didn’t she have on a shirt? Why was there a blonde haired girl sleeping next to her? Did she sleep with herself? The person rolled over and opened her eyes. Those icy blue eyes.
“Oh shit,” she thought to herself. “I slept with Britt, Santana’s gonna kill me.”
“Hey, Quinn, you’re hot.” Brittany giggled. “even with your hair looking like that.”
Quinn instantly reached up and ran a finger through her hair, she knew what she looked like in the morning and really didn’t want anyone to see her like that.
“Hey Quinn,” Brittany giggled again, reaching up and grabbing Quinn’s hand. “You know if we got together people would call us Fierce, or Quitt.”
Quinn sighed, what was Brittany going on about? “Why is that, Britt?” She asked in a trying to be loving tone.
“Because my last name is Pierce and yours is Fabray and my first name is Britt and yours is Quinn, so together we would be Fierce and Quitt.” Brittany stated this like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “By the way, Q, this is all a dream.”
Wait, what? Was this really a dream? A headache was developing in the depths of Quinn’s brain so she laid back and closed her eyes and when she got back up, Brittany wasn’t there.
Quinn/Mike
This time when Quinn woke up, there actually was a body next to her. It just wasn’t Brittany. Well, maybe she was home finally, this sort of looked like her room. Her small hands reached out to touch the person, and woah, these abs. These abs felt like perfectly sculpted demi-god abs. She sat up, running a hand through her hair trying to tame it, she didn’t want to wake up and look like how she looked with Britt. Oh, she was shirtless again, but at least this time she had on a bra. She rolled those abs over, because obviously the abs was the only part of the persons body.
“Oh fuck,” Quinn thought, it was Mike.
“Mike is pretty hot, but oh my god, he’s with Tina. And Tina was fucking crazy possessive.”
Quinn started freaking out, twisting and turning in the bed, trying to find a shirt so she could get out of there.
“Crap, where’s my shirt? I need to get out of her before Tina gets back, or whatever.” Quinn was saying to herself in a whispered tone.
Mike groaned next to her and opened his eyes. “Quinn, calm down.”
“Calm down? How could you tell me to calm down? We just slept together! Tina is going to kill me, and Finn, oh my god, Finn, not that you’re not hot and everything Mike, but still, Mike, why aren’t you freaking out?” Quinn rambled on and only stopped when Mike kissed her.
“Because this is all a dream.”
And Quinn noticed that it was, and once again fell asleep.
Quinn/Santana
“I wonder who I’m sleeping with this time, or maybe I’m really awake this time?” Quinn thought and had to laugh, this was getting ridiculous.
“Quinn, I swear to god if you don’t shut up, you’re not going to be able to touch the girls evas again, I’m tryns to get my sleep on”
Quinn knew that voice anywhere, had she really slept with Santana? If so, not bad, she had wanted to have sex with her ever since high school to see what all the fuss was about. And if her sore thighs said anything, it was pretty great.
“Sorry, S. I’m had a bad dream.” Quinn said, laying down next to Santana and cuddling her side. Santana wrapped her naked body around her, and kissed Quinn shoulder.
“Well, sorry to say this Q, but you’re in the middle of another bad dream, but bad in the dirty way.” Santana laughed, an amazing laugh that spread through her whole body. It was sexy to say the least. Oh, wait, she said this was a dream, right? She really didn’t want this dream to end. Maybe she’d just stay asleep this time.
“Maybe I like this dream.” Quinn kissed Santana on the shoulder.
“I like it too, Q, but you has to wake up and go to real life again, I’ll see you there, I love you though.” Santana kissed Quinn on the lips, and it was a surprisingly sweet kiss, and also a kiss that made Quinn drowsy.
“I love you too, I don’t want to wake up though.” That was the last thing Quinn remembered before she went to sleep, or woke up?
Quinn/Blaine
No, she had left Santana. But maybe she was finally home, she’d be happy with that. She rolled over and saw a male back, finally. But this back looked different. Maybe her fiancé had just shrunk some. The hair color was right at least. That back rolled over and she saw those eyebrows. Those triangle shaped eye brows.
Blaine? But Blaine was gay, is gay. Him and Kurt have been together for almost 10 years.
“Blaine?” She heard herself say out loud. “Oh my god, Blaine, we slept together. Oh my god, Kurt, what was I thinking? What was Blaine thinking?” If this was another dream she’d be super pissed off. Majorly pissed.
“Quinn, hey,” Blaine said, smiling that dapper smile. God, he was really cute, why did he have to be gay?
“Blaine, why are you so calm? We slept together! You cheated on Kurt, I cheated on my fiancé! I’m getting married and a month and I just slept with a gay guy!”
“Calm down, Quinn, you’re dreaming.” Blaine stroked her cheek, trying to calm her down.
“Are you fucking serious? I really can’t wait to wake the fuck up and kill my brain.”
Blaine laughed, a gorgeous laugh. “Go to sleep Quinn, and when you wake up, you’ll be where you need to be.”
Quinn did just that, and hopefully, she’d be home when she woke up.
Quinn/Finn
“Quinn?” A voice was calling her, a distant voice. She tried to open her eyes but all she saw was black. “Quinn? Baby, please wake up. Sweetheart, please, I need you to wake up.”
It was Finn. It was her Finn. Why couldn’t she wake up? She was finally where she needed to be.
When she finally opened her eyes, everything was blurry, but she saw beautiful brown eyes looking back at her. She looked down and saw that amazing smile she fell in love with.
“Hey.” Quinn heard herself say, her voice was different, rough, like she hadn’t talked in a while.
“Oh my god,” Finn smiled hugely and then leaned down and hugged her, a bone crushing hug. “You’re awake, oh my god, baby, you’re awake. I thought you’d left me for good.” He kissed her on the forehead.
Quinn finally looked around and saw she wasn’t in her room but she was in a hospital room.
“What happened? How long was I asleep for?” Wait, why did her stomach seem weird? She looked down, her stomach was flat, but wasn’t as flat as she remembered, wait, wasn’t she pregnant when she went to sleep?
“Quinn, baby, you’ve been in a coma for a week. While you were having Kylie, you slipped into a coma.”
It was all coming back to her now, she was having a baby, a baby with Finn. “Kylie? Kylie, our daughter? Where is she?” She started to panic, where was her daughter? “Where is she? What does she look like? Finn, please, answer me.”
“Quinn, baby, please calm down, we don’t need you slipping into a panic. Kylie’s with Santana.”
“Santana?” Quinn blushed, her dream coming back to her. “Can I see her?”
Like she was standing outside the door, in came Santana holding a bundle of yellow in her arms. Blaine, Brittany, and Mike were behind her.
“Hey mommy,” Santana said, waving at her. “There’s someone who’s excited you’re awake.”
She handed the baby over to her and Quinn looked down at her daughter for the first time. She was beautiful. Her little head was covered with beautiful blonde curls and her little nose, just like her dad’s, was scrunched up into a sneeze. She was perfect, a perfect mix of her mom and dad.
Quinn leaned down and kissed Kylie on the forehead, and then looked up and around. She was surrounded by friends and family. She may of loved her dreams, but she was damn sure reality was better.
A/N: Sorry, Lj was being a bitch for me, I hope this still counts