FANFICTION : QUINN/RACHEL : "FALLING TOO FAST TO SAVE" : PART 3/? : PG-13
Title: Falling Too Fast To Save
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Fandom: Glee/DC Universe
Author: Amie
Twitter: HERE
Spoilers: Um, none I don't think. But lets just say all aired episodes for fair game.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Glee, they belong in Ryan Murphy's toy box, nor do I own Supergirl/Kara Zor-El, or anything related to DC comics.
Word Count: 2,289
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Quinn Fabray was sent to Earth as a teenager to escape the destruction of her home planet, Krypton. AKA Quinn is Supergirl.
Author's Note: I don't know why I did this, I'm supposed to be dedicating all of my time to "House Made of Paper" but this would just not leave my head. It's not my best writing, because I just wanted it out, and it's supposed to be more quick and light to read. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy it.
Also, the title is from the song "Superman (Save you)" by The Friday Night Boys. I manipulated it a little from the original lyrics, but yeah.
Author's Note II: Thank you once again for the amazing comments, I'm super excited that you guys are enjoying this. Here's a little more backstory, but it's more just to catch you up to the present and let you know what's been going on since Quinn came to Lima.
Falling Too Fast To Save - Part Three
...You pick me right up off the ground.
Quinn had been surreptitiously watching Rachel Berry since the first day of freshman year. On that day, she had entered the school building, overrun with chaotic students attempting to familiarize themselves with new class schedules and immediately felt her breath catch in her throat. There, standing at the end of the hallway, looking diminutive and uncomfortable with the surrounding pandemonium was the most beautiful person Quinn had ever seen in her short time on Earth, and in the years she had spent on Krypton.
She had gravitated towards the girl, ear canals filtering all sounds except those of the mysterious brunette’s quiet breathing and the pounding of her own heartbeat. As the distance between the two shortened, Quinn had to pause to check that she was walking at a regular, human pace. It seemed as if she had been subconsciously travelling at super-speed, the girl in her sights moving in torturous, glorious slow motion when her tossing her hair over a shoulder before steeling herself to enter the mass of students. She had glanced around at the people passing by, noting how they were interacting with each other at regular speed and continued approaching the girl who was now placing a ridiculous amount of stationary into her locker.
As she moved closer, Rachel began singing quietly under her breath and Quinn felt the force of the sound harder than the explosion of her birth planet that had sent her ship hurtling towards Earth. She had been rooted to the spot, unable to take another step as Rachel unknowingly wove her way ever deeper into the blonde’s soul. She watched the short brunette close her locker and wander off down the halls before she could refocus her senses, the heavenly voice audible to her ears long after she had left Quinn’s vision.
Quinn had let out the breath she was unaware she had been holding, emitting a strong frosty gust of wind that carried down the hallway and forced teenagers to lose their balance and shiver. They had all looked in her direction, but she was already gone, using the moment of their distraction to super-speed out to the football field where she could regain control of her powers. Everyone looked quizzically at the open doors of the building, clueless as to where the breeze had come from considering the warm, sunny weather outside.
She had watched Rachel from that day onwards, too afraid of revealing herself to strike up a conversation with the brunette, but always keeping her close. One day she was strolling towards the cafeteria with the two girls she had allowed herself to befriend. One, a fiery Latina who was far too self-absorbed to be able to figure out her true identity, and the other, a clueless blonde who honestly had no chance in Hell of noticing anything out of the ordinary. As soon as she entered the large room, she was fully aware of Rachel. She could sense her; hear her, all around and inside. When she watched one of the hockey players throw an iced drink into the face of the girl she secretly desired, it had taken every drop of self control not to transform into the faceless blur, drag the Neanderthal out of the school and fly him beyond the Earth’s atmosphere, leaving him to suffocate somewhere past Mars.
Instead, she waited after school until the ape - Karofsky, nonchalantly stopped on his way to the locker room after practice for a drink from the water fountain. The halls were deserted so Quinn, from her hiding place behind some lockers, had blown out a large breath. The water spouting from the fountain and pooling in Karofsky’s mouth became frozen, the unit itself encompassed by ice. Karofsky’s eyes widened and he tried to call for help, both his tongue and his hands icily glued and unmoving.
Rumours of the strange occurrence rotated around McKinley High, but as nobody had witnessed Karofsky’s peril before he eventually thawed out, no one believed them.
The second time Dave Karofsky slushied Rachel Berry, Quinn had stocked his locker full of pornography before using her heat vision to weld it shut. The school janitor was baffled when asked how such a strange thing could happen, and soon the whole thing was forgotten. She knew that high school bullying was not a just cause for using her superpowers, but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted, needed, to protect Rachel Berry at all costs. The third time Karofsky felt her wrath, Quinn wasn’t so subtle. They were in the middle of a biology class, listening to the teacher drone on whilst placing slides under a microscopic projector. Quinn wasn’t hearing any of it, already reading through all of the semester’s textbooks in five minutes and harbouring all the knowledge she would require. Instead she was paying careful attention to every word Dave was muttering to Rachel, his hesitant lab partner, under his breath. When the hockey player started insulting Rachel’s two fathers, and Quinn literally heard Rachel’s throat tighten in an attempt not to cry, she had lost it. She glared hard at the boy who was sat at a station two ahead of her and to the left, feeling the intensity of loathing behind her own eyelids. Before she could stop it, she felt heat bursting from her pupils. She barely managed to direct her gaze to the vinyl screen at the front of the room, cringing as it started to burn from the middle outwards. She had closed her eyes tightly, hoping that nobody could see that she was the source of the fire. As everyone was ushered out of the class so that the fire could be extinguished, Quinn was thankful that the teacher blamed the antique projector, but she knew that she had a problem.
Rachel was dangerous. She caused her to lose control of her abilities, and every time she was close to the other girl Kal-El’s voice would echo throughout her brain. She would ignore the mental lecture reminding her of the importance of keeping people at arm’s length for their own safety, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to deny. She needed to stay under the radar; she needed Rachel to be safe. After almost a year of silence between the two, Rachel accidentally knocked into Quinn in the hall. Quinn immediately steadied the shorter girl with her hands on her shoulder to stop her from falling backwards. People tended to collapse as if they’d just walked full force into a brick wall when colliding with Quinn. The blonde swallowed the painful guilt bubbling inside of her as Rachel looked at her with those gorgeous soulful brown eyes and harshly snapped “watch where you’re going, Hatchet Face.”
Rachel made her sloppy. She made her want to expose herself and forget the ramifications such a choice would cause. So from then on, Quinn antagonized the brunette whenever their paths crossed, willing her heart to believe that the feelings of attraction were feelings of hatred instead.
It had worked for a while; Quinn threw herself into the task of learning as much about Earth as she could from the education she was receiving. She was approached by the cheerleading coach and eventually joined the squad, she made friends, and she even got a boyfriend to distract her from her thoughts of Rachel Berry. It had all been enough, until it wasn’t. One day, in sophomore year, Quinn had been forced to join the glee club in order to stop her boyfriend’s loyalty from straying. She didn’t love him particularly, but she was finally comfortable with her human life and he was an integral part of it.
The first practice, she had been overloaded with everything Rachel. Being in such a small room with the other girl, it was impossible to ignore her. And when Rachel sang, Quinn had to grip the underside of her chair and concentrate on not floating away. She knew that she should quit the club, but it was too late, she was already hooked. Shortly after that, she had broken up with her boyfriend Finn and she and Rachel had been awkwardly dancing around in each other’s presence ever since. Being close to Rachel, but never having any direct interaction drove Quinn insane. In junior year she had needed a release. She escaped her Earth parent’s home in the middle of the night and flew to The Fortress of Solitude, deciding that it was time to accept her destiny.
After a grueling practice spent with Rachel, who she had quickly discovered could sometimes be as annoying as she was beautiful, Quinn would change into the costume given to her by Kal-El and patrol the darkened streets of Lima. It was a small town, so she wasn’t needed very often, but she had reunited a few random cats to their owners and that had seemed enough for now. Mostly she just flew, exploring the clouds and watching the stars. She felt lonely on Earth, she had tried to contact Kal-El, but he was always out of town investigating a story with his fiancée, Lois Lane.
When senior year was scheduled to start, Quinn was adept at separating Quinn Fabray from Supergirl, a name she had thought fitting due to her family connections. Cosmic Kid just sounded too Nickelodeon, and Kryptonian Conqueror didn’t scream superhero. She was now seventeen years old, she was far more powerful than she could have ever imagined, and she was finally fulfilling her destiny.
She had trained herself to quieten the world, to no longer hear anything that she wasn’t consciously listening for, except when patrolling. But no matter how hard she tried, she could never tune out Rachel’s voice. She would lie in bed at night, listening to the girl across town, warming up her voice before delivering a passionate performance of a song. A song that Quinn would then listen to over and over on Rachel’s Myspace page the day after so that she could revel in the girl’s beauty. She had learned to give Rachel her privacy though, it had been tough and had taken weeks of diligent practice, but after one occasion where Quinn was just dozing off to sleep only to be woken by low, breathy sounds unfamiliar to her ears, she had deemed it necessary to sometimes shut Rachel out.
It was her inability to completely ignore Rachel that had set the events of that fateful night in motion. She had been lying on Brittany’s bed at the blonde’s house, gossiping idly with her and Santana when she heard it. The distinct voice of Rachel Berry, only she wasn’t singing, she was screaming for help. Quinn had haphazardly climbed off of the bed, hating herself for needing to put on a clumsy show for her two friends. She made some excuse about needing to go home and clenched her jaw, forcing herself to take regular human strides until she was out of the room. She could hear Rachel crying and it was killing her. She paused outside of the house and turned her head slightly to the side, distinguishing from which direction the cries were coming from. When she knew which way to turn, she soared up into the sky, not caring in that moment if anyone saw her. She made it to her house in less than a second, changing her clothes in the blink of an eye.
When she arrived at the alley, her heart broke on noticing Rachel wounded and terrified behind a dumpster. She concentrated her gaze, using her X-Ray vision to discover that Rachel’s wrist was broken. Apart from scrapes and bruises that was the extent of the damage, at least physically. Her rage at seeing Rachel hurt had blinded her, she was more violent with the man intent on attacking the girl than she usually would have been. When the man had pulled a gun she had acted on impulse, standing in front of the girl she was so sure she loved. It was the first time she realised that her skin was impenetrable to bullets, and she hoped the brunette wasn’t aware of how they ricocheted off of body.
When he was no longer a threat, she had intended to leave knowing that Rachel was safe. But the girl’s voice had once again caused her to freeze in place. When asked so quietly who she was, the answer was on the tip of her tongue. Instead, she tried to disguise her voice as much as possible and whispered that she was a friend. Rachel wasn’t supposed to see her, Quinn hadn’t been thinking clearly, and so she flew away, hoping that Rachel wouldn’t remember the encounter in the morning.
About a mile away, she heard Rachel mumble, “Holy fucking Streisand” and she couldn’t help but chuckle. Only Rachel Berry would replace a God that Quinn didn’t even believe in with a seasoned Broadway veteran. Her laughter died however when she heard the all too familiar sound of a body hitting concrete. She sighed and soared back to the disgusting alley.
Rachel was lying on the ground unconscious. For the first time, Quinn was able to study the girl closely. She was breathtaking, the urge to press her lips against Rachel’s was almost too much to resist, but the blonde knew it would be wrong. She didn’t know what it was about Rachel Berry, she just felt an inconceivable pull towards the girl. As she cradled Rachel gently in her arms and flew up into the night sky, the loneliness she had felt since arriving in Lima abating, she wondered if it would be such a disaster to just get to know the girl she was holding.
To be continued.
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Fandom: Glee/DC Universe
Author: Amie
Twitter: HERE
Spoilers: Um, none I don't think. But lets just say all aired episodes for fair game.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Glee, they belong in Ryan Murphy's toy box, nor do I own Supergirl/Kara Zor-El, or anything related to DC comics.
Word Count: 2,289
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Quinn Fabray was sent to Earth as a teenager to escape the destruction of her home planet, Krypton. AKA Quinn is Supergirl.
Author's Note: I don't know why I did this, I'm supposed to be dedicating all of my time to "House Made of Paper" but this would just not leave my head. It's not my best writing, because I just wanted it out, and it's supposed to be more quick and light to read. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy it.
Also, the title is from the song "Superman (Save you)" by The Friday Night Boys. I manipulated it a little from the original lyrics, but yeah.
Author's Note II: Thank you once again for the amazing comments, I'm super excited that you guys are enjoying this. Here's a little more backstory, but it's more just to catch you up to the present and let you know what's been going on since Quinn came to Lima.
Falling Too Fast To Save - Part Three
...You pick me right up off the ground.
Quinn had been surreptitiously watching Rachel Berry since the first day of freshman year. On that day, she had entered the school building, overrun with chaotic students attempting to familiarize themselves with new class schedules and immediately felt her breath catch in her throat. There, standing at the end of the hallway, looking diminutive and uncomfortable with the surrounding pandemonium was the most beautiful person Quinn had ever seen in her short time on Earth, and in the years she had spent on Krypton.
She had gravitated towards the girl, ear canals filtering all sounds except those of the mysterious brunette’s quiet breathing and the pounding of her own heartbeat. As the distance between the two shortened, Quinn had to pause to check that she was walking at a regular, human pace. It seemed as if she had been subconsciously travelling at super-speed, the girl in her sights moving in torturous, glorious slow motion when her tossing her hair over a shoulder before steeling herself to enter the mass of students. She had glanced around at the people passing by, noting how they were interacting with each other at regular speed and continued approaching the girl who was now placing a ridiculous amount of stationary into her locker.
As she moved closer, Rachel began singing quietly under her breath and Quinn felt the force of the sound harder than the explosion of her birth planet that had sent her ship hurtling towards Earth. She had been rooted to the spot, unable to take another step as Rachel unknowingly wove her way ever deeper into the blonde’s soul. She watched the short brunette close her locker and wander off down the halls before she could refocus her senses, the heavenly voice audible to her ears long after she had left Quinn’s vision.
Quinn had let out the breath she was unaware she had been holding, emitting a strong frosty gust of wind that carried down the hallway and forced teenagers to lose their balance and shiver. They had all looked in her direction, but she was already gone, using the moment of their distraction to super-speed out to the football field where she could regain control of her powers. Everyone looked quizzically at the open doors of the building, clueless as to where the breeze had come from considering the warm, sunny weather outside.
She had watched Rachel from that day onwards, too afraid of revealing herself to strike up a conversation with the brunette, but always keeping her close. One day she was strolling towards the cafeteria with the two girls she had allowed herself to befriend. One, a fiery Latina who was far too self-absorbed to be able to figure out her true identity, and the other, a clueless blonde who honestly had no chance in Hell of noticing anything out of the ordinary. As soon as she entered the large room, she was fully aware of Rachel. She could sense her; hear her, all around and inside. When she watched one of the hockey players throw an iced drink into the face of the girl she secretly desired, it had taken every drop of self control not to transform into the faceless blur, drag the Neanderthal out of the school and fly him beyond the Earth’s atmosphere, leaving him to suffocate somewhere past Mars.
Instead, she waited after school until the ape - Karofsky, nonchalantly stopped on his way to the locker room after practice for a drink from the water fountain. The halls were deserted so Quinn, from her hiding place behind some lockers, had blown out a large breath. The water spouting from the fountain and pooling in Karofsky’s mouth became frozen, the unit itself encompassed by ice. Karofsky’s eyes widened and he tried to call for help, both his tongue and his hands icily glued and unmoving.
Rumours of the strange occurrence rotated around McKinley High, but as nobody had witnessed Karofsky’s peril before he eventually thawed out, no one believed them.
The second time Dave Karofsky slushied Rachel Berry, Quinn had stocked his locker full of pornography before using her heat vision to weld it shut. The school janitor was baffled when asked how such a strange thing could happen, and soon the whole thing was forgotten. She knew that high school bullying was not a just cause for using her superpowers, but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted, needed, to protect Rachel Berry at all costs. The third time Karofsky felt her wrath, Quinn wasn’t so subtle. They were in the middle of a biology class, listening to the teacher drone on whilst placing slides under a microscopic projector. Quinn wasn’t hearing any of it, already reading through all of the semester’s textbooks in five minutes and harbouring all the knowledge she would require. Instead she was paying careful attention to every word Dave was muttering to Rachel, his hesitant lab partner, under his breath. When the hockey player started insulting Rachel’s two fathers, and Quinn literally heard Rachel’s throat tighten in an attempt not to cry, she had lost it. She glared hard at the boy who was sat at a station two ahead of her and to the left, feeling the intensity of loathing behind her own eyelids. Before she could stop it, she felt heat bursting from her pupils. She barely managed to direct her gaze to the vinyl screen at the front of the room, cringing as it started to burn from the middle outwards. She had closed her eyes tightly, hoping that nobody could see that she was the source of the fire. As everyone was ushered out of the class so that the fire could be extinguished, Quinn was thankful that the teacher blamed the antique projector, but she knew that she had a problem.
Rachel was dangerous. She caused her to lose control of her abilities, and every time she was close to the other girl Kal-El’s voice would echo throughout her brain. She would ignore the mental lecture reminding her of the importance of keeping people at arm’s length for their own safety, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to deny. She needed to stay under the radar; she needed Rachel to be safe. After almost a year of silence between the two, Rachel accidentally knocked into Quinn in the hall. Quinn immediately steadied the shorter girl with her hands on her shoulder to stop her from falling backwards. People tended to collapse as if they’d just walked full force into a brick wall when colliding with Quinn. The blonde swallowed the painful guilt bubbling inside of her as Rachel looked at her with those gorgeous soulful brown eyes and harshly snapped “watch where you’re going, Hatchet Face.”
Rachel made her sloppy. She made her want to expose herself and forget the ramifications such a choice would cause. So from then on, Quinn antagonized the brunette whenever their paths crossed, willing her heart to believe that the feelings of attraction were feelings of hatred instead.
It had worked for a while; Quinn threw herself into the task of learning as much about Earth as she could from the education she was receiving. She was approached by the cheerleading coach and eventually joined the squad, she made friends, and she even got a boyfriend to distract her from her thoughts of Rachel Berry. It had all been enough, until it wasn’t. One day, in sophomore year, Quinn had been forced to join the glee club in order to stop her boyfriend’s loyalty from straying. She didn’t love him particularly, but she was finally comfortable with her human life and he was an integral part of it.
The first practice, she had been overloaded with everything Rachel. Being in such a small room with the other girl, it was impossible to ignore her. And when Rachel sang, Quinn had to grip the underside of her chair and concentrate on not floating away. She knew that she should quit the club, but it was too late, she was already hooked. Shortly after that, she had broken up with her boyfriend Finn and she and Rachel had been awkwardly dancing around in each other’s presence ever since. Being close to Rachel, but never having any direct interaction drove Quinn insane. In junior year she had needed a release. She escaped her Earth parent’s home in the middle of the night and flew to The Fortress of Solitude, deciding that it was time to accept her destiny.
After a grueling practice spent with Rachel, who she had quickly discovered could sometimes be as annoying as she was beautiful, Quinn would change into the costume given to her by Kal-El and patrol the darkened streets of Lima. It was a small town, so she wasn’t needed very often, but she had reunited a few random cats to their owners and that had seemed enough for now. Mostly she just flew, exploring the clouds and watching the stars. She felt lonely on Earth, she had tried to contact Kal-El, but he was always out of town investigating a story with his fiancée, Lois Lane.
When senior year was scheduled to start, Quinn was adept at separating Quinn Fabray from Supergirl, a name she had thought fitting due to her family connections. Cosmic Kid just sounded too Nickelodeon, and Kryptonian Conqueror didn’t scream superhero. She was now seventeen years old, she was far more powerful than she could have ever imagined, and she was finally fulfilling her destiny.
She had trained herself to quieten the world, to no longer hear anything that she wasn’t consciously listening for, except when patrolling. But no matter how hard she tried, she could never tune out Rachel’s voice. She would lie in bed at night, listening to the girl across town, warming up her voice before delivering a passionate performance of a song. A song that Quinn would then listen to over and over on Rachel’s Myspace page the day after so that she could revel in the girl’s beauty. She had learned to give Rachel her privacy though, it had been tough and had taken weeks of diligent practice, but after one occasion where Quinn was just dozing off to sleep only to be woken by low, breathy sounds unfamiliar to her ears, she had deemed it necessary to sometimes shut Rachel out.
It was her inability to completely ignore Rachel that had set the events of that fateful night in motion. She had been lying on Brittany’s bed at the blonde’s house, gossiping idly with her and Santana when she heard it. The distinct voice of Rachel Berry, only she wasn’t singing, she was screaming for help. Quinn had haphazardly climbed off of the bed, hating herself for needing to put on a clumsy show for her two friends. She made some excuse about needing to go home and clenched her jaw, forcing herself to take regular human strides until she was out of the room. She could hear Rachel crying and it was killing her. She paused outside of the house and turned her head slightly to the side, distinguishing from which direction the cries were coming from. When she knew which way to turn, she soared up into the sky, not caring in that moment if anyone saw her. She made it to her house in less than a second, changing her clothes in the blink of an eye.
When she arrived at the alley, her heart broke on noticing Rachel wounded and terrified behind a dumpster. She concentrated her gaze, using her X-Ray vision to discover that Rachel’s wrist was broken. Apart from scrapes and bruises that was the extent of the damage, at least physically. Her rage at seeing Rachel hurt had blinded her, she was more violent with the man intent on attacking the girl than she usually would have been. When the man had pulled a gun she had acted on impulse, standing in front of the girl she was so sure she loved. It was the first time she realised that her skin was impenetrable to bullets, and she hoped the brunette wasn’t aware of how they ricocheted off of body.
When he was no longer a threat, she had intended to leave knowing that Rachel was safe. But the girl’s voice had once again caused her to freeze in place. When asked so quietly who she was, the answer was on the tip of her tongue. Instead, she tried to disguise her voice as much as possible and whispered that she was a friend. Rachel wasn’t supposed to see her, Quinn hadn’t been thinking clearly, and so she flew away, hoping that Rachel wouldn’t remember the encounter in the morning.
About a mile away, she heard Rachel mumble, “Holy fucking Streisand” and she couldn’t help but chuckle. Only Rachel Berry would replace a God that Quinn didn’t even believe in with a seasoned Broadway veteran. Her laughter died however when she heard the all too familiar sound of a body hitting concrete. She sighed and soared back to the disgusting alley.
Rachel was lying on the ground unconscious. For the first time, Quinn was able to study the girl closely. She was breathtaking, the urge to press her lips against Rachel’s was almost too much to resist, but the blonde knew it would be wrong. She didn’t know what it was about Rachel Berry, she just felt an inconceivable pull towards the girl. As she cradled Rachel gently in her arms and flew up into the night sky, the loneliness she had felt since arriving in Lima abating, she wondered if it would be such a disaster to just get to know the girl she was holding.
To be continued.