Songs series - My favorite things - Faberry
First of a collection of works inspired by Glee songs.
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: K
Words: 700
Disclaimer: nothing is mine, not Glee, not the movie that inspired this.
Note: English is not my first language. Thanks to myxe for the help.
”Hey, where are they? The heir and the girl?” Sebastian elbowed his fellow reporter.
Dave shrugged, looking around as they followed Queen Judy through the hospital hallways. “No idea.”
“Let’s go and find them.”
“And what if we can’t?”
“At least we won’t be bored to death here,” Sebastian said snappily, but quietly. “We already have enough for an article and we’re going to write the same things anyway. But if we find them, we could possibly get a scoop.” He smirked giddily at the thought.
Dave looked at him pensively and nodded. “Let’s go,”
.
“Stop.” Sebastian grabbed Dave’s jacket. “Here.” He motioned with his head towards the door.
“The children’s ward?” Dave raised an eyebrow.
“Can’t you hear that?”
Dave listened in silence. “Music?” He didn’t seem surprised.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “I always forget you were never in a choir. This isn’t just music. This is someone singing. Very well, if I may add.”
“Oh… you think that…?”
“I’m fairly sure… Let’s find out.”
.
Rachel was sashaying around the room with a little girl in her arms. Meanwhile Princess Quinn was looking at her adoringly with another girl sitting in her lap.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Rachel stopped in front of Quinn, who shook her head with a smile. She was wearing a white sundress with blue highlights.
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eye lashes
Rachel tweaked the little girl’s nose, making her giggle, before lovingly caressing Quinn’s cheek. Snapping out of it, she put down her load, a boy immediately raising his arms to be picked up too.
Silver white winters that melt into spring
These are a few of my favorite things!
When the dog bites, when the bee stings
Rachel stopped her twirling in front of group of children huddled on one bed and snapped her teeth exaggeratedly. It prompted their laughter, which only increased when she started poking them.
When I’m feeling sad,
I simply remember
My favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad!
Everyone clapped and Rachel put down the boy before bowing. “Thank you, thank you.”
“Miss Rachel?” A little boy pulled at her skirt.
“Yes, honey?” She smiled down at him.
“Marry me?” He looked at her hopefully.
“Oh.” Rachel bit her lip to suppress laughter, and knelt down. “I’m honored, but I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“Why?” He frowned and pouted.
“Because when you’re old enough to marry, I’ll be old and wrinkled. You’ll find someone else, a girl or a boy maybe, who will be young, beautiful and just perfect for you.” She stroked his cheek affectionately.
“You’re pretty. Always,” the boy replied.
“Little man, can you come here?” Quinn called out to him as she deposited the girl on her lap onto the chair near to her.
“You’re right,” she told him once he was standing next to her. “She is pretty-really pretty,” she said and smiled at Rachel, “and she always will be, even when she’s as old as a grandmother,”
“See! The princess says it too,” He looked at Rachel triumphantly.
“But-” Quinn caught his attention again-”I love her. Very much so.”
He frowned and looked at her, squeezing his little eyes shut.
“So please, leave her to me,” she requested, smiling, “Because I wouldn’t be able to live without her.”
“You love her?” He turned to Rachel.
“I do.”
“You marry her?” He looked at his feet.
“Do you want to know a secret?” Quinn interrupted and then looked at the other children, who nodded. “Do you?” She looked at the boy, who reluctantly nodded as well.
“Nobody knows it yet-” she looked around with a conspiratorial air-”but I asked her to marry me.”
They all looked at Rachel, who laughed. “And I said yes.”
The girls and some boys squealed, everyone clapping and starting to talk together.
“Shhh.” The young women tried to calm them down. “We don’t want them to scold us and send us away.”
When they quieted down enough, a girl shyly asked, “Can we see the ring?”
“Of course.” Rachel beamed. She then presented her hand proudly, oblivious to the two men standing in the doorway.
Then a camera flashed.