The Way You Say Good Morning (2/?)
Title: The Way You Say Good Morning (2/?)
Author: lovetestimonial
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1000+
Spoilers: Pilot?
Summary: Rachel/Quinn, sometimes Rachel wondered if it was a dream, them having the most bizarre relationship that no one can label.
Note: I kept changing my mind about what happens, so I guess even I don't know how this story goes. Which could only end well.
Quinn never really wanted to talk about it. The first time it happened, Rachel was shocked (as any sane human would probably be) when a very wobbly figure landed in her bedroom floor with a quick thud and a muffled yelp. But, of course, Rachel Berry quickly recovered because if you wanted to be a huge Broadway star you should get used to people stalking you and climbing through your bedroom window in the middle of the night.
“Um…” She eyed the person slouched in her floor, breathing evenly and peaceful. She crossed her arms over her chest, slightly offended that the intruder has chosen to sleep. Rachel removed the fluffy bunny flip-flop that she has slipped on and hesitantly poked the figure, earning a groan as it rolled away. Becoming more determined, she poked harder which earned a silent giggle before its breathing became even again.
“I’m sorry, but if you are in fact trying to stalk me at this ungodly hour I’m not quite sure you’re doing a very thorough-“
She pursed her lips at the sound of a rather familiar growl of frustration. The figure rolled over and revealed tousled locks of golden hair and a glare. “Shut up, Berry!”
“Quinn?” It felt weird to say that name without the words ‘Finn’ or ‘bitchy-cheerleader-that-totally-wants-to-kill-me’ following shortly. The other girl ignored her and rolled back to her previous position. “Quinn!” Rachel repeated, nudging the girl.
“How did you get here?”
“Tree.” Quinn murmured while begrudgingly sitting up.
“It’s raining.” Rachel glanced at her window. “You climbed the tree? What were you thinking? You could have slipped!” She half-yelled.
“Yeah.” The blonde prolonged the syllable like it was some sort of joke.
And when she finally squinted the sleep from her eyes and saw the other girl, really saw her. Her clothes were dirty and wet from the rain like she rolled around mud for hours. She never really thought that the cheerios wore anything else other than their uniforms (she swore she saw Brittany mowing the lawn wearing it when she passed by that one time). “Quinn, you need to change your clothes immediately! Being in the rain for extended periods of time, especially if the conditions are muddy and cold may lower your resistance to contracting the common cold.”
To her utter surprise, the blonde complied without argument. Maybe she was really tired. Halfway through the bathroom, she questions herself why she was helping someone who had just organised a double slushie facial to her before lunch. But figured she just really didn’t want a dead girl in her floor.
After a shriek from Quinn at the sight of argyle, Rachel agreed for the other girl to choose what to wear.
Quinn settled back on the floor.
“May I ask why?” Rachel asked. The question itself was vague. Ambiguous.
Why did you climb the tree?
Why did you go here?
Questions flooding.
“No.” Quinn replied stubbornly before ignoring the girl completely.
The smaller girl grumbled, it was too late at night and she was losing all of her important sleep that may or may not help her get a few inches taller. “Fine.” Not waiting for a response before climbing back up to her bed. Shutting her eyes tightly, hoping that when they open again, everything will be back to normal.
The taller girl frowned from the floor “I’m sorry.” She whispers before lying back down. Damn, that Berry and her stupid voice sobered her up and made her realise how uncomfortable the floor felt.
The next morning, the blonde woke up with no Rachel Berry in sight and covered in a warm blanket that wasn’t there the night before.
The next night follows and at least Rachel didn’t scream bloody murder when Quinn awkwardly climbed through her window. The blonde girl seemed much cleaner this time as she stood up straighter and avoided eye contact as if ready to jump back out any second.
“I hope you are aware that I have a fully functioning front door, or that it would be at least common courtesy to knock?”
The taller girl kept her mouth shut, fully aware that any response will just trigger another drawn-out speech from the short brunette. Quietly, she held out a paper bag to the other girl.
Sceptically, Rachel stepped closer to take the bag.
“I just wanted to give back your clothes.”
A beat of silence.
“And to say thank you.”
Rachel looked up. Blinking once, then twice.
The cheerio had her hair down, long blonde locks spilling across her shoulders and framing her face. Hazel held dark brown as if they were having some sort of serious staring competition. “What?” She finally snapped, her voice not sounding as venomous as she had intended as if the walls of Rachel Berry’s bedroom amplified it softer back to her ears.
Both of them knew that she didn’t have to do this. But, Quinn just felt something clench in her chest as she ignored Rachel like a plague the following day… like she owed something. And now it didn’t really change the feeling even though she already handed the paper bag. It was starting to genuinely freak her out and maybe she was actually starting to feel sorry for being a bitch to the other girl.
So, the blonde remained standing there for a few more quiet moments, unsure if she should wait for a reply or just leave because Rachel is looking at her like she wants to say something.
The smaller girl walks closer, which was acceptable even though it was a shorter proximity than she should allow. But, when she stepped that one more that left only a few inches between them, Quinn starts to think the diva didn’t know what the idea of personal space was. The cheerio couldn’t even move as if she’d been frozen and she seemed to have felt everything in slow motion as Rachel Berry wrapped her arms around her. It was a brief and awkward hug and it almost starts to feel like this is a ridiculous dream because the tight feeling in her chest eased.
And everything seemed to have fallen into a distorted loop. Every school day is spent with slushies and name-calling. But every single night was spent with Quinn climbing through Rachel’s window and apologizing. Rachel would always smile weakly and every morning they lie awake each thinking identical questions that they were too afraid to answer.
Author: lovetestimonial
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1000+
Spoilers: Pilot?
Summary: Rachel/Quinn, sometimes Rachel wondered if it was a dream, them having the most bizarre relationship that no one can label.
Note: I kept changing my mind about what happens, so I guess even I don't know how this story goes. Which could only end well.
Quinn never really wanted to talk about it. The first time it happened, Rachel was shocked (as any sane human would probably be) when a very wobbly figure landed in her bedroom floor with a quick thud and a muffled yelp. But, of course, Rachel Berry quickly recovered because if you wanted to be a huge Broadway star you should get used to people stalking you and climbing through your bedroom window in the middle of the night.
“Um…” She eyed the person slouched in her floor, breathing evenly and peaceful. She crossed her arms over her chest, slightly offended that the intruder has chosen to sleep. Rachel removed the fluffy bunny flip-flop that she has slipped on and hesitantly poked the figure, earning a groan as it rolled away. Becoming more determined, she poked harder which earned a silent giggle before its breathing became even again.
“I’m sorry, but if you are in fact trying to stalk me at this ungodly hour I’m not quite sure you’re doing a very thorough-“
She pursed her lips at the sound of a rather familiar growl of frustration. The figure rolled over and revealed tousled locks of golden hair and a glare. “Shut up, Berry!”
“Quinn?” It felt weird to say that name without the words ‘Finn’ or ‘bitchy-cheerleader-that-totally-wants-to-kill-me’ following shortly. The other girl ignored her and rolled back to her previous position. “Quinn!” Rachel repeated, nudging the girl.
“How did you get here?”
“Tree.” Quinn murmured while begrudgingly sitting up.
“It’s raining.” Rachel glanced at her window. “You climbed the tree? What were you thinking? You could have slipped!” She half-yelled.
“Yeah.” The blonde prolonged the syllable like it was some sort of joke.
And when she finally squinted the sleep from her eyes and saw the other girl, really saw her. Her clothes were dirty and wet from the rain like she rolled around mud for hours. She never really thought that the cheerios wore anything else other than their uniforms (she swore she saw Brittany mowing the lawn wearing it when she passed by that one time). “Quinn, you need to change your clothes immediately! Being in the rain for extended periods of time, especially if the conditions are muddy and cold may lower your resistance to contracting the common cold.”
To her utter surprise, the blonde complied without argument. Maybe she was really tired. Halfway through the bathroom, she questions herself why she was helping someone who had just organised a double slushie facial to her before lunch. But figured she just really didn’t want a dead girl in her floor.
After a shriek from Quinn at the sight of argyle, Rachel agreed for the other girl to choose what to wear.
Quinn settled back on the floor.
“May I ask why?” Rachel asked. The question itself was vague. Ambiguous.
Why did you climb the tree?
Why did you go here?
Questions flooding.
“No.” Quinn replied stubbornly before ignoring the girl completely.
The smaller girl grumbled, it was too late at night and she was losing all of her important sleep that may or may not help her get a few inches taller. “Fine.” Not waiting for a response before climbing back up to her bed. Shutting her eyes tightly, hoping that when they open again, everything will be back to normal.
The taller girl frowned from the floor “I’m sorry.” She whispers before lying back down. Damn, that Berry and her stupid voice sobered her up and made her realise how uncomfortable the floor felt.
The next morning, the blonde woke up with no Rachel Berry in sight and covered in a warm blanket that wasn’t there the night before.
The next night follows and at least Rachel didn’t scream bloody murder when Quinn awkwardly climbed through her window. The blonde girl seemed much cleaner this time as she stood up straighter and avoided eye contact as if ready to jump back out any second.
“I hope you are aware that I have a fully functioning front door, or that it would be at least common courtesy to knock?”
The taller girl kept her mouth shut, fully aware that any response will just trigger another drawn-out speech from the short brunette. Quietly, she held out a paper bag to the other girl.
Sceptically, Rachel stepped closer to take the bag.
“I just wanted to give back your clothes.”
A beat of silence.
“And to say thank you.”
Rachel looked up. Blinking once, then twice.
The cheerio had her hair down, long blonde locks spilling across her shoulders and framing her face. Hazel held dark brown as if they were having some sort of serious staring competition. “What?” She finally snapped, her voice not sounding as venomous as she had intended as if the walls of Rachel Berry’s bedroom amplified it softer back to her ears.
Both of them knew that she didn’t have to do this. But, Quinn just felt something clench in her chest as she ignored Rachel like a plague the following day… like she owed something. And now it didn’t really change the feeling even though she already handed the paper bag. It was starting to genuinely freak her out and maybe she was actually starting to feel sorry for being a bitch to the other girl.
So, the blonde remained standing there for a few more quiet moments, unsure if she should wait for a reply or just leave because Rachel is looking at her like she wants to say something.
The smaller girl walks closer, which was acceptable even though it was a shorter proximity than she should allow. But, when she stepped that one more that left only a few inches between them, Quinn starts to think the diva didn’t know what the idea of personal space was. The cheerio couldn’t even move as if she’d been frozen and she seemed to have felt everything in slow motion as Rachel Berry wrapped her arms around her. It was a brief and awkward hug and it almost starts to feel like this is a ridiculous dream because the tight feeling in her chest eased.
And everything seemed to have fallen into a distorted loop. Every school day is spent with slushies and name-calling. But every single night was spent with Quinn climbing through Rachel’s window and apologizing. Rachel would always smile weakly and every morning they lie awake each thinking identical questions that they were too afraid to answer.