The Way You Say Good Morning (1/?)
Title: The Way You Say Good Morning (1/?)
Author: lovetestimonial
Rating: PG-13
Length: 823
Spoilers: Pilot?
Summary: Rachel/Quinn, sometimes Rachel wondered if it was a dream, them having the most bizarre relationship that no one can label.
Rachel sighed softly, feeling the warmth emanating from the other girl next to her. Watching the arm that was unconsciously draped around her waist as it rose and fell with her breathing. Watching the same arm encircle around her, tighter until it was pleasantly suffocating. Rachel leaned her head back against the crook of the other girl’s neck, smiling when a gentle hand brushed the hair that fell around her neck. Closing her eyes once more and revelling at the few more intoxicating minutes that she had.
“Quinn.”
Before it was all over.
“What are you doing talking to my boyfriend, Manhands?” The blonde raised a brow, just briefly glancing towards her direction before full on glaring at the nervous tall teen in front of Rachel’s locker. Her two minions mirroring her stance and intimidating her more than ever with their illegally short cheerio skirts.
Rachel could almost hear Finn squeak and look down as if he was trying to figure out how to escape by digging a hole in the clearly polished floors of the school hallways. She couldn’t really blame him, the three cheerios bore the ‘we will murder you and hide the evidence’ aura within their presence. So she made a story about them being lab partners or something along those lines. Though, the glimpse of rage in hazel eyes made her feel like she was feeding fire.
“Whatever.”
Rachel would have believed how cold the word was, like everyone else around them. If Quinn hadn’t paused for that mili-second and pressed her lips together in a tight line before walking off, with two wagging cheerio skirts following her. Her eyes followed the blonde, a small feeling of desolation washes over her as the figure is out of sight.
The boy next to her seemed to ease much more from her periphery. Rachel turned to the boy, who smiled awkwardly. “I think I might be late for my next class.” Her blurted out pathetically, “I’ll see you in glee.” The statement seemed more like a question, and like hell was she ever to miss glee club.
“Yes.” Rachel nodded stiffly.
The rest of the day was, of course, filled with a lot of knowledge and studying. Except it wasn’t. Most of the teachers would usually end their sentences quick aware of the fact that Rachel Berry would immediately correct them or ask some question just to mention her vocal capabilities and, at some point, her whole life plan from leaving Lima all the way to Broadway. But today was awfully quiet, the teacher had to sneak a peek at the register to check if Rachel Berry was within school grounds.
Glee should be good. Glee would help her focus and she would focus on glee. She left as soon as the bell rang, ignoring the call from Sandy Ryerson who has no qualifications whatsoever to cover her last class. Principal Figgins is a major cheapskate. She was at least a few minutes early, which was an appropriate time to warm up her vocal chords before all of the (five) others would arrive.
Expecting a completely empty auditorium, she’s completely taken aback to be met with a harsh bright red colour. Her eyes widened, because this should be some sort of horrible alternate universe dream where there are cheerleaders even near where the glee clubbers would be.
Mr. Schuester turned to Rachel and grinned, as if there wasn’t a horror show happening right in front of him.
“Oh, hey Rachel. Meet our new members.” He said.
What was going on in her mind was a string of swears that she never knew was in her diction. But, she simply swallowed and nodded. Her eyes are trained hard on hazel eyes.
That night, she didn’t know whether or not to keep her window open. Lying still in her bed, she checked the clock. The ticking noises made her head throb, so she picks up her hair brush and sang because it was still an appropriate time where she could sing without the neighbours calling the police.
Halfway through her song, though, was a shriek from the sound of the window being slammed open.
“Fuck!” Rachel covered her mouth, she never swore (out loud).
“Jesus, Berry! You kiss your two gay fathers with that mouth?” Quinn smoothed her hair, pulling out a leaf and furrowing her brows in both confusion and amusement on how that got there (it wasn’t exactly an easy trip to Rachel’s).
The brunette put down the hairbrush that was raised up with both her hands, she had fully intended on stabbing the unidentified guest before realising it was Quinn… and also, kind of a stupid idea.
“You startled me,” She clutched her chest, looking down quietly “I- I thought you weren’t coming.”
Quinn frowned, walking closer to the brunette. “Why would you think that?” Extending her arm, she pulled Rachel and murmured, “I’m sorry.” Like she did every night.
Author: lovetestimonial
Rating: PG-13
Length: 823
Spoilers: Pilot?
Summary: Rachel/Quinn, sometimes Rachel wondered if it was a dream, them having the most bizarre relationship that no one can label.
Rachel sighed softly, feeling the warmth emanating from the other girl next to her. Watching the arm that was unconsciously draped around her waist as it rose and fell with her breathing. Watching the same arm encircle around her, tighter until it was pleasantly suffocating. Rachel leaned her head back against the crook of the other girl’s neck, smiling when a gentle hand brushed the hair that fell around her neck. Closing her eyes once more and revelling at the few more intoxicating minutes that she had.
“Quinn.”
Before it was all over.
“What are you doing talking to my boyfriend, Manhands?” The blonde raised a brow, just briefly glancing towards her direction before full on glaring at the nervous tall teen in front of Rachel’s locker. Her two minions mirroring her stance and intimidating her more than ever with their illegally short cheerio skirts.
Rachel could almost hear Finn squeak and look down as if he was trying to figure out how to escape by digging a hole in the clearly polished floors of the school hallways. She couldn’t really blame him, the three cheerios bore the ‘we will murder you and hide the evidence’ aura within their presence. So she made a story about them being lab partners or something along those lines. Though, the glimpse of rage in hazel eyes made her feel like she was feeding fire.
“Whatever.”
Rachel would have believed how cold the word was, like everyone else around them. If Quinn hadn’t paused for that mili-second and pressed her lips together in a tight line before walking off, with two wagging cheerio skirts following her. Her eyes followed the blonde, a small feeling of desolation washes over her as the figure is out of sight.
The boy next to her seemed to ease much more from her periphery. Rachel turned to the boy, who smiled awkwardly. “I think I might be late for my next class.” Her blurted out pathetically, “I’ll see you in glee.” The statement seemed more like a question, and like hell was she ever to miss glee club.
“Yes.” Rachel nodded stiffly.
The rest of the day was, of course, filled with a lot of knowledge and studying. Except it wasn’t. Most of the teachers would usually end their sentences quick aware of the fact that Rachel Berry would immediately correct them or ask some question just to mention her vocal capabilities and, at some point, her whole life plan from leaving Lima all the way to Broadway. But today was awfully quiet, the teacher had to sneak a peek at the register to check if Rachel Berry was within school grounds.
Glee should be good. Glee would help her focus and she would focus on glee. She left as soon as the bell rang, ignoring the call from Sandy Ryerson who has no qualifications whatsoever to cover her last class. Principal Figgins is a major cheapskate. She was at least a few minutes early, which was an appropriate time to warm up her vocal chords before all of the (five) others would arrive.
Expecting a completely empty auditorium, she’s completely taken aback to be met with a harsh bright red colour. Her eyes widened, because this should be some sort of horrible alternate universe dream where there are cheerleaders even near where the glee clubbers would be.
Mr. Schuester turned to Rachel and grinned, as if there wasn’t a horror show happening right in front of him.
“Oh, hey Rachel. Meet our new members.” He said.
What was going on in her mind was a string of swears that she never knew was in her diction. But, she simply swallowed and nodded. Her eyes are trained hard on hazel eyes.
That night, she didn’t know whether or not to keep her window open. Lying still in her bed, she checked the clock. The ticking noises made her head throb, so she picks up her hair brush and sang because it was still an appropriate time where she could sing without the neighbours calling the police.
Halfway through her song, though, was a shriek from the sound of the window being slammed open.
“Fuck!” Rachel covered her mouth, she never swore (out loud).
“Jesus, Berry! You kiss your two gay fathers with that mouth?” Quinn smoothed her hair, pulling out a leaf and furrowing her brows in both confusion and amusement on how that got there (it wasn’t exactly an easy trip to Rachel’s).
The brunette put down the hairbrush that was raised up with both her hands, she had fully intended on stabbing the unidentified guest before realising it was Quinn… and also, kind of a stupid idea.
“You startled me,” She clutched her chest, looking down quietly “I- I thought you weren’t coming.”
Quinn frowned, walking closer to the brunette. “Why would you think that?” Extending her arm, she pulled Rachel and murmured, “I’m sorry.” Like she did every night.