Keep holding on - Faberry week
Title: Keep holding on
Rating: G
Length: 600
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Disclaimer: nothing is mine.
Written for Faberry week, 21 june, Nightmare (well, sort of)
As always nothing is mine and English still isn’t my first language, thanks to
slacker_d for the help.
You’re not alone, together we stand,
I’ll be by your side, you know I’ll take your hand
Had Quinn ever thought she would end up in Rachel’s bed? No, she never thought it would happen.
But did she dream about it? Oh yes, she did! Even if in her dreams she wasn’t living with her because her parents had kicked her out, and she certainly wasn’t about to have a child.
To be honest, her parents would have probably kicked her out anyway if they found out about her feelings for Rachel…and she had dreamt about having a child, but it had been Rachel’s, not Puck’s spawn.
Rachel…she had been Quinn’s anchor through the storm that had became her life.
Rachel, who had feelings for Quinn, and knew that Quinn returned them, but accepted that the blonde wasn’t ready to act on them and that she was going to maintain a boyfriend.
She was the one Quinn ran to, after sleeping with Puck. When she realized how hurtful it had to be for Rachel, it was already too late, the blonde was already in her arms, and she was too selfish to let her go.
Rachel held her hand those interminable minutes, waiting for the pregnancy test, sitting on her bed because she wanted to be there for Quinn and she wasn’t allowed to set foot in the Fabray house.
Then she held her when the result was positive, hugging her so tightly that Quinn didn’t know if she couldn’t breathe because of Rachel’s hold or because of her sobbing.
Quinn knew that Rachel would have been there, holding her hand, while announcing the pregnancy to her parents, facing the Fabrays and their bigotry and their hate, and defying all their rules. That is, if Finn hadn’t ruined everything.
It would forever be a mystery, how he could connect the clues and realize that she was pregnant, and then be so stupid to think that he was the one to impregnate her, in a hot tub, without even touching her. If the result hadn’t been so tragic for her, she would have laughed for days like Santana did. How could she blame her, it was hilarious, even if it ruined her life.
She didn’t have any choice but to move in with Finn. One moment he was singing that stupid song in front of her parents, and the next he was leading her into his house, explaining things to his mom in his usual blubbering way and showing her where she was going to stay.
She knew that she needed to tell the truth, that it wasn’t fair to Finn to take on so much responsibility when the child wasn’t his. And it wasn’t fair to her either, because she hated living with him, having him or his mother hovering over her every single moment, and Finn pawing at her belly and planning their future…once again Rachel came to her rescue.
Rachel took upon herself the task of telling Finn the truth, and all the repercussions that stemmed from it. And then she was there, collecting all Quinn’s things scattered on the Hudsons’ lawn and loading them in her car, while Quinn was sitting in said car waiting for Rachel to take her home, because the brunette claimed that in her condition the only thing she should be doing is resting.
That’s how Quinn found herself laying on Rachel’s bed, her head in the diva’s lap.
“Sing to me,” came the soft request.
Rachel didn’t have to ask which song. Continuing to run her fingers through blonde hairs, she started humming.
Keep holding on…
Rating: G
Length: 600
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Disclaimer: nothing is mine.
Written for Faberry week, 21 june, Nightmare (well, sort of)
As always nothing is mine and English still isn’t my first language, thanks to
slacker_d for the help.
You’re not alone, together we stand,
I’ll be by your side, you know I’ll take your hand
Had Quinn ever thought she would end up in Rachel’s bed? No, she never thought it would happen.
But did she dream about it? Oh yes, she did! Even if in her dreams she wasn’t living with her because her parents had kicked her out, and she certainly wasn’t about to have a child.
To be honest, her parents would have probably kicked her out anyway if they found out about her feelings for Rachel…and she had dreamt about having a child, but it had been Rachel’s, not Puck’s spawn.
Rachel…she had been Quinn’s anchor through the storm that had became her life.
Rachel, who had feelings for Quinn, and knew that Quinn returned them, but accepted that the blonde wasn’t ready to act on them and that she was going to maintain a boyfriend.
She was the one Quinn ran to, after sleeping with Puck. When she realized how hurtful it had to be for Rachel, it was already too late, the blonde was already in her arms, and she was too selfish to let her go.
Rachel held her hand those interminable minutes, waiting for the pregnancy test, sitting on her bed because she wanted to be there for Quinn and she wasn’t allowed to set foot in the Fabray house.
Then she held her when the result was positive, hugging her so tightly that Quinn didn’t know if she couldn’t breathe because of Rachel’s hold or because of her sobbing.
Quinn knew that Rachel would have been there, holding her hand, while announcing the pregnancy to her parents, facing the Fabrays and their bigotry and their hate, and defying all their rules. That is, if Finn hadn’t ruined everything.
It would forever be a mystery, how he could connect the clues and realize that she was pregnant, and then be so stupid to think that he was the one to impregnate her, in a hot tub, without even touching her. If the result hadn’t been so tragic for her, she would have laughed for days like Santana did. How could she blame her, it was hilarious, even if it ruined her life.
She didn’t have any choice but to move in with Finn. One moment he was singing that stupid song in front of her parents, and the next he was leading her into his house, explaining things to his mom in his usual blubbering way and showing her where she was going to stay.
She knew that she needed to tell the truth, that it wasn’t fair to Finn to take on so much responsibility when the child wasn’t his. And it wasn’t fair to her either, because she hated living with him, having him or his mother hovering over her every single moment, and Finn pawing at her belly and planning their future…once again Rachel came to her rescue.
Rachel took upon herself the task of telling Finn the truth, and all the repercussions that stemmed from it. And then she was there, collecting all Quinn’s things scattered on the Hudsons’ lawn and loading them in her car, while Quinn was sitting in said car waiting for Rachel to take her home, because the brunette claimed that in her condition the only thing she should be doing is resting.
That’s how Quinn found herself laying on Rachel’s bed, her head in the diva’s lap.
“Sing to me,” came the soft request.
Rachel didn’t have to ask which song. Continuing to run her fingers through blonde hairs, she started humming.
Keep holding on…