FANFICTION : QUINN/RACHEL : "FALLING TOO FAST TO SAVE" : PART 5/? : PG
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: 2,154
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: Firstly, I apologize for the delay in posting. You can direct your blame towards trustisalie who convinced me to finally give "Chuck" a try. It's her fault that I have done nothing but watch the show for hours at a time, also hassle her for more of her fic "Shiver" please. I really appreciate your patience and your continuously amazing comments, and though I do not like how this part came out at all, I hope you guys enjoy it. The chapter title for this part is from the song, The Day You Fell Apart by The New Frontiers.
Falling Too Fast To Save - Part Five
...I won't break your heart, it's a long way down from here.
Quinn had been biding her time all day, carefully watching Rachel and trying to gauge when would be best to make her approach. She knew that she couldn’t just waltz up to the brunette and start rambling amicably about their day, Rachel would be immediately suspicious of the cheerleader’s motives, and rightfully so. Quinn knew that winning Rachel’s friendship would take time, and probably a hefty dose of grand public gestures. She also knew that she didn’t fully deserve the other girl’s trust, but Quinn was sick of suppressing every minute detail that made her Quinn, well... Kara Zor-El. Being Quinn was fine; Quinn had everything that she could possibly want growing up in the small town of Lima. She was popular, she was the head cheerleader in an award winning squad and she had doting friends. Quinn was happy, Kara was not.
It was sometimes confusing having duelling personalities, both of them strong in their own right, her instinct would be to react to something a certain way but she would have to stop and remind herself that she was nothing more than an average, humanly athletic teenager. But in the moments that she was openly honest with herself, Quinn knew that both sides of her wanted the same thing. Kara wanted to fly freely, to map the stars and run so fast that the only thing audible was the sound of her own heart, beating wildly in her chest. But what Kara wanted the most, was Rachel. She knew that she would still have to restrain herself, that it would be putting Rachel at risk to ever find out who the blonde truly was, but that didn’t matter. Because Quinn Fabray, the Earth-bound girl also wanted Rachel Berry. She had tried for years to ignore the feelings that she felt for the singer, but only in her presence did Quinn feel like herself, like she was floating. It was okay for Quinn to befriend the girl that she had wanted to be close to for so long, because she was doing it with pure intentions. She just wanted to know her, to be the cause of heartfelt laughter and radiating smiles.
Quinn knew that she was physically attracted to Rachel the first time she saw her, she had been on Earth for no longer than 6 months and was still struggling to comprehend the depth of human emotion. She hadn’t completely understood what she was feeling at the time, just that she had the unwavering urge to be around the around the brunette and that her skin, which was impervious to anything harmful, tingled whilst there was an unnatural feeling in her stomach. Living with the Fabrays had taught her many things about humanity; unfortunately she was usually left confused or saddened by the world’s narrow-minded views of things. She had soon come to learn that it was mostly unacceptable for two humans of the same gender to engage in a romantic relationship on Earth.
She had quickly deduced that humans were privy to only a microscopic fraction of what they called love. Back on Krypton, people fell in love completely, deeper than any Earthling could ever wish to fathom. Love was limitless on her planet, a carnal attraction of the souls. Gender, physical appearance, it all meant nothing to a Kryptonian. Her race was beyond physical attributes, a Kryptonian held the ability to see into the depths of one’s psyche, and more often than not, would find their soulmate based on first impressions alone. Being attracted to Rachel didn’t bother her; it was the depth of her emotions that she found unnerving. She was an alien living amongst humans, the Quinn part of her wanted to date Rachel, even though she had been told it was wrong. She wanted to dote on the girl, give her flowers and open car doors for her. But the Kara side of her persona, the dominant alien side, was already irrevocably in love with the brunette. Still, Quinn had enough control not to reveal herself or her feelings to Rachel; she simply wanted to be her friend. For now at least.
Throughout the entire day she had been watching, but the diva was always busy or dazedly staring into space with an adorable crinkle in her brow. Quinn suspected that it had something to do with the mysterious reappearance of her missing car outside of the school. Looking back on it now, Quinn realised that balancing Rachel’s compact in one hand and her discarded purse in the other whilst flying both items across town probably wasn’t the smartest idea she’d ever had. It was the perfect example of the alien instinct that she so often had to fight. But she couldn’t stand to see Rachel unhappy, so after disposing of the cretin that had attacked her by leaving him on the doorstep of the police station, along with Rachel’s drivers license so that he could be punished for what he had done, she had returned to the darkened street and used her abilities in order to do whatever she could to bring a little joy to Rachel after what she had gone through. The thought of being seen hadn’t even crossed her mind.
Quinn finally found the perfect opportunity to talk to Rachel during the afternoon’s glee club meeting. She was sitting on a stool between Santana and Mike, waiting for Mr Schuester to begin the rehearsal of their latest song. She was alerted to Rachel’s presence by a sudden outburst of expletives, she looked around the room but the shorter girl was nowhere in sight. She focused hard on the adjacent wall until it faded away to reveal Rachel rummaging through her locker hurriedly. Quinn could hear her muttering under her breath about sheet music, and she couldn’t help but chuckle at the girl’s exuberance.
“...stupid Neanderthal, preying on young ingénues...”
Santana nudged her arm and gave her a questioning glance; Quinn just lowered her head and continued laughing.
“...mentally unprepared after such an ordeal...”
Quinn listened on as the rustling got louder and Rachel’s impatience caused her voice to become breathy, she was slightly distracted when her best friend waved a hand in front of her face. “Seriously, what the hell is so funny?”
Quinn turned to face Santana, readying an answer when she heard Rachel berating herself for both being late to glee, and for leaving her necessary sheet music at home. “Nothing, Lopez. I’ve gotta use the bathroom.” She gracefully slid off of her stool and out of the room.
Rachel was still stuffing the contents of her locker away when Quinn rounded the corner. She tried to remain calm as the distance between them lessened. “What’s up, Berry?” She asked casually, hiding her bright smile behind a smirk.
“It seems that due to a possible belated concussion, which was brought on by a somewhat chaotic brawl with a violent bandit last night, I forgot my-“she slammed the door to her locker, “oh it’s you. What are you doing here? You should know that tardiness reflects badly upon one’s self. You never know when a potential employer-“
Quinn rolled her eyes and answered nonchalantly, “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll see you in glee.” Rachel nodded and Quinn continued on her way down the empty hallway. She threw a glance over her shoulder to make sure that Rachel’s back was still turned and bypassed the door to the girl’s restroom. Once outside of the school, she checked that no one was around and easily transitioned from zero to two miles per second in the blink of an eye. She cut across the football field, completely unaware in her haste that Jacob Ben Israel, the school pervert, was hiding beneath the bleachers taking photos of a few unfortunate Cheerios that Coach Sylvester had engaging in extra practices.
She came to a standstill in the yard behind Rachel’s house. Thankfully, Rachel had left her bedroom window slightly open so it was easy for Quinn to silently enter after levitating until she was in reach. She was perfectly stealthy, her footsteps not making a sound when crossing the room and snatching up the sheet music from Rachel’s desk. However, on her return to the window she noticed that Rachel’s dresser drawer was open, displaying an array of the girl’s underwear. For what was possibly the first time in Quinn’s life, she lost her natural grace and tripped over her own feet. She stumbled clumsily and collapsed face first onto Rachel’s bed. She was overwhelmed by the scent of the girl surrounding her, her hands subconsciously fisting into the comforter whilst she nuzzled her nose further into the softness. She almost missed the sound of Rachel’s father calling up the stairs.
“Rachel, is that you?” He yelled as he climbed the stairs. “What are you doing home already, honey?” Joshua knocked once before opening the door to his daughter’s room. He quizzically raised an eyebrow in the direction of the curtains, his eyes widening as he witnessed the curtains settling down after their hemline finished flapping against the ceiling. He went to pull the window shut, but was left confused when he discovered that it was already fully closed. “Eli!” He screamed, his arms flailing as he ran from the room, “Poltergeist!”
When Quinn arrived back at McKinley, she was dismayed to find that she had accidentally clutched one of the many plush toys from Rachel’s bed, a tiny white lamb, and was still holding on to it. She would have to return it to the girl’s room at a later date because she couldn’t risk another close call with Rachel’s dads. In reality, it had been no more than three minutes since she left the choir room; she stopped by her locker to stash the plushie and walked back to rehearsal at a regular pace.
Santana resumed eyeing her suspiciously when she re-entered the room, but Quinn ignored her and approached the brunette who was sulking at the piano, distractedly playing a piece that correctly expressed her melancholia. The blonde held the small stack of papers behind her back until she reached Rachel; she tapped the girl on the shoulder and smiled fully when their eyes met.
“I’m glad to see that you have finally returned, seriously Quinn, tardiness-“
Quinn just smiled wider, bringing the papers into Rachel’s line of sight, “I found your sheet music.”
Rachel quickly rose to her feet; her own smile causing Quinn’s to grow impossibly brighter. But suddenly the brunette’s brow furrowed, she placed both hands on her hips and asked Quinn, “Where did you find it?”
Quinn realised then that she really should think before acting when it came to Rachel, “uh,” she mumbled, “in the bathroom.” The inflection in her tone made the statement sound more like a question and she could almost hear the wheels of disbelief turning in the brunette’s head.
“I was almost certain that I left these at home,” Rachel rambled. “I can even see in my mind’s eye exactly in which spot I had placed them. In the bathroom you say? Which bathroom? I don’t know why I would take my beloved, annotated and thus irreplaceable sheet music with me to the restroom, that seems awfully unhygienic, think of all the bacteria I could-“
“Rachel,” Quinn said. She could see that she was about to lose the girl’s attention. She placed both of her palms on the girl’s shoulders, trying not to lose herself in the warmth radiating off of the brunette’s skin. “I found them in a stall in the bathroom, ground floor, outside of the chem lab. Perhaps you dropped them somewhere and somebody found them and then they were the ones to take them into the bathroom. Who knows, all that matters is that they have been returned to you. By me.” Quinn just needed to get Rachel away from this topic before the holes in her story were uncovered. Fortunately, Rachel had only seemed to hear the beginning of Quinn’s speech.
“You called me Rachel,” her brown eyes flashed in recognition. “That was the first time you’ve ever addressed me by my actual name.” She looked at Quinn in wonder before her face hardened, “I appreciate you returning my music to me, Quinn. Now, what do you want?”
Quinn had so many answers for such a loaded question. Most of them far too inappropriate to reveal during their first legitimate conversation. She could say that she wanted to protect Rachel, that she wanted to kiss her, that she wanted to fly to the Arctic, cradling Rachel in her arms to the Fortress Of Solitude where she would reveal every secret she had before they made love on a faux bear skin rug that she had thoughtfully brought for the cold. Instead, she smiled once more and answered honestly, “I want us to start over. Have dinner with me.”
...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: 2,154
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: Firstly, I apologize for the delay in posting. You can direct your blame towards trustisalie who convinced me to finally give "Chuck" a try. It's her fault that I have done nothing but watch the show for hours at a time, also hassle her for more of her fic "Shiver" please. I really appreciate your patience and your continuously amazing comments, and though I do not like how this part came out at all, I hope you guys enjoy it. The chapter title for this part is from the song, The Day You Fell Apart by The New Frontiers.
Falling Too Fast To Save - Part Five
...I won't break your heart, it's a long way down from here.
Quinn had been biding her time all day, carefully watching Rachel and trying to gauge when would be best to make her approach. She knew that she couldn’t just waltz up to the brunette and start rambling amicably about their day, Rachel would be immediately suspicious of the cheerleader’s motives, and rightfully so. Quinn knew that winning Rachel’s friendship would take time, and probably a hefty dose of grand public gestures. She also knew that she didn’t fully deserve the other girl’s trust, but Quinn was sick of suppressing every minute detail that made her Quinn, well... Kara Zor-El. Being Quinn was fine; Quinn had everything that she could possibly want growing up in the small town of Lima. She was popular, she was the head cheerleader in an award winning squad and she had doting friends. Quinn was happy, Kara was not.
It was sometimes confusing having duelling personalities, both of them strong in their own right, her instinct would be to react to something a certain way but she would have to stop and remind herself that she was nothing more than an average, humanly athletic teenager. But in the moments that she was openly honest with herself, Quinn knew that both sides of her wanted the same thing. Kara wanted to fly freely, to map the stars and run so fast that the only thing audible was the sound of her own heart, beating wildly in her chest. But what Kara wanted the most, was Rachel. She knew that she would still have to restrain herself, that it would be putting Rachel at risk to ever find out who the blonde truly was, but that didn’t matter. Because Quinn Fabray, the Earth-bound girl also wanted Rachel Berry. She had tried for years to ignore the feelings that she felt for the singer, but only in her presence did Quinn feel like herself, like she was floating. It was okay for Quinn to befriend the girl that she had wanted to be close to for so long, because she was doing it with pure intentions. She just wanted to know her, to be the cause of heartfelt laughter and radiating smiles.
Quinn knew that she was physically attracted to Rachel the first time she saw her, she had been on Earth for no longer than 6 months and was still struggling to comprehend the depth of human emotion. She hadn’t completely understood what she was feeling at the time, just that she had the unwavering urge to be around the around the brunette and that her skin, which was impervious to anything harmful, tingled whilst there was an unnatural feeling in her stomach. Living with the Fabrays had taught her many things about humanity; unfortunately she was usually left confused or saddened by the world’s narrow-minded views of things. She had soon come to learn that it was mostly unacceptable for two humans of the same gender to engage in a romantic relationship on Earth.
She had quickly deduced that humans were privy to only a microscopic fraction of what they called love. Back on Krypton, people fell in love completely, deeper than any Earthling could ever wish to fathom. Love was limitless on her planet, a carnal attraction of the souls. Gender, physical appearance, it all meant nothing to a Kryptonian. Her race was beyond physical attributes, a Kryptonian held the ability to see into the depths of one’s psyche, and more often than not, would find their soulmate based on first impressions alone. Being attracted to Rachel didn’t bother her; it was the depth of her emotions that she found unnerving. She was an alien living amongst humans, the Quinn part of her wanted to date Rachel, even though she had been told it was wrong. She wanted to dote on the girl, give her flowers and open car doors for her. But the Kara side of her persona, the dominant alien side, was already irrevocably in love with the brunette. Still, Quinn had enough control not to reveal herself or her feelings to Rachel; she simply wanted to be her friend. For now at least.
Throughout the entire day she had been watching, but the diva was always busy or dazedly staring into space with an adorable crinkle in her brow. Quinn suspected that it had something to do with the mysterious reappearance of her missing car outside of the school. Looking back on it now, Quinn realised that balancing Rachel’s compact in one hand and her discarded purse in the other whilst flying both items across town probably wasn’t the smartest idea she’d ever had. It was the perfect example of the alien instinct that she so often had to fight. But she couldn’t stand to see Rachel unhappy, so after disposing of the cretin that had attacked her by leaving him on the doorstep of the police station, along with Rachel’s drivers license so that he could be punished for what he had done, she had returned to the darkened street and used her abilities in order to do whatever she could to bring a little joy to Rachel after what she had gone through. The thought of being seen hadn’t even crossed her mind.
Quinn finally found the perfect opportunity to talk to Rachel during the afternoon’s glee club meeting. She was sitting on a stool between Santana and Mike, waiting for Mr Schuester to begin the rehearsal of their latest song. She was alerted to Rachel’s presence by a sudden outburst of expletives, she looked around the room but the shorter girl was nowhere in sight. She focused hard on the adjacent wall until it faded away to reveal Rachel rummaging through her locker hurriedly. Quinn could hear her muttering under her breath about sheet music, and she couldn’t help but chuckle at the girl’s exuberance.
“...stupid Neanderthal, preying on young ingénues...”
Santana nudged her arm and gave her a questioning glance; Quinn just lowered her head and continued laughing.
“...mentally unprepared after such an ordeal...”
Quinn listened on as the rustling got louder and Rachel’s impatience caused her voice to become breathy, she was slightly distracted when her best friend waved a hand in front of her face. “Seriously, what the hell is so funny?”
Quinn turned to face Santana, readying an answer when she heard Rachel berating herself for both being late to glee, and for leaving her necessary sheet music at home. “Nothing, Lopez. I’ve gotta use the bathroom.” She gracefully slid off of her stool and out of the room.
Rachel was still stuffing the contents of her locker away when Quinn rounded the corner. She tried to remain calm as the distance between them lessened. “What’s up, Berry?” She asked casually, hiding her bright smile behind a smirk.
“It seems that due to a possible belated concussion, which was brought on by a somewhat chaotic brawl with a violent bandit last night, I forgot my-“she slammed the door to her locker, “oh it’s you. What are you doing here? You should know that tardiness reflects badly upon one’s self. You never know when a potential employer-“
Quinn rolled her eyes and answered nonchalantly, “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll see you in glee.” Rachel nodded and Quinn continued on her way down the empty hallway. She threw a glance over her shoulder to make sure that Rachel’s back was still turned and bypassed the door to the girl’s restroom. Once outside of the school, she checked that no one was around and easily transitioned from zero to two miles per second in the blink of an eye. She cut across the football field, completely unaware in her haste that Jacob Ben Israel, the school pervert, was hiding beneath the bleachers taking photos of a few unfortunate Cheerios that Coach Sylvester had engaging in extra practices.
She came to a standstill in the yard behind Rachel’s house. Thankfully, Rachel had left her bedroom window slightly open so it was easy for Quinn to silently enter after levitating until she was in reach. She was perfectly stealthy, her footsteps not making a sound when crossing the room and snatching up the sheet music from Rachel’s desk. However, on her return to the window she noticed that Rachel’s dresser drawer was open, displaying an array of the girl’s underwear. For what was possibly the first time in Quinn’s life, she lost her natural grace and tripped over her own feet. She stumbled clumsily and collapsed face first onto Rachel’s bed. She was overwhelmed by the scent of the girl surrounding her, her hands subconsciously fisting into the comforter whilst she nuzzled her nose further into the softness. She almost missed the sound of Rachel’s father calling up the stairs.
“Rachel, is that you?” He yelled as he climbed the stairs. “What are you doing home already, honey?” Joshua knocked once before opening the door to his daughter’s room. He quizzically raised an eyebrow in the direction of the curtains, his eyes widening as he witnessed the curtains settling down after their hemline finished flapping against the ceiling. He went to pull the window shut, but was left confused when he discovered that it was already fully closed. “Eli!” He screamed, his arms flailing as he ran from the room, “Poltergeist!”
When Quinn arrived back at McKinley, she was dismayed to find that she had accidentally clutched one of the many plush toys from Rachel’s bed, a tiny white lamb, and was still holding on to it. She would have to return it to the girl’s room at a later date because she couldn’t risk another close call with Rachel’s dads. In reality, it had been no more than three minutes since she left the choir room; she stopped by her locker to stash the plushie and walked back to rehearsal at a regular pace.
Santana resumed eyeing her suspiciously when she re-entered the room, but Quinn ignored her and approached the brunette who was sulking at the piano, distractedly playing a piece that correctly expressed her melancholia. The blonde held the small stack of papers behind her back until she reached Rachel; she tapped the girl on the shoulder and smiled fully when their eyes met.
“I’m glad to see that you have finally returned, seriously Quinn, tardiness-“
Quinn just smiled wider, bringing the papers into Rachel’s line of sight, “I found your sheet music.”
Rachel quickly rose to her feet; her own smile causing Quinn’s to grow impossibly brighter. But suddenly the brunette’s brow furrowed, she placed both hands on her hips and asked Quinn, “Where did you find it?”
Quinn realised then that she really should think before acting when it came to Rachel, “uh,” she mumbled, “in the bathroom.” The inflection in her tone made the statement sound more like a question and she could almost hear the wheels of disbelief turning in the brunette’s head.
“I was almost certain that I left these at home,” Rachel rambled. “I can even see in my mind’s eye exactly in which spot I had placed them. In the bathroom you say? Which bathroom? I don’t know why I would take my beloved, annotated and thus irreplaceable sheet music with me to the restroom, that seems awfully unhygienic, think of all the bacteria I could-“
“Rachel,” Quinn said. She could see that she was about to lose the girl’s attention. She placed both of her palms on the girl’s shoulders, trying not to lose herself in the warmth radiating off of the brunette’s skin. “I found them in a stall in the bathroom, ground floor, outside of the chem lab. Perhaps you dropped them somewhere and somebody found them and then they were the ones to take them into the bathroom. Who knows, all that matters is that they have been returned to you. By me.” Quinn just needed to get Rachel away from this topic before the holes in her story were uncovered. Fortunately, Rachel had only seemed to hear the beginning of Quinn’s speech.
“You called me Rachel,” her brown eyes flashed in recognition. “That was the first time you’ve ever addressed me by my actual name.” She looked at Quinn in wonder before her face hardened, “I appreciate you returning my music to me, Quinn. Now, what do you want?”
Quinn had so many answers for such a loaded question. Most of them far too inappropriate to reveal during their first legitimate conversation. She could say that she wanted to protect Rachel, that she wanted to kiss her, that she wanted to fly to the Arctic, cradling Rachel in her arms to the Fortress Of Solitude where she would reveal every secret she had before they made love on a faux bear skin rug that she had thoughtfully brought for the cold. Instead, she smiled once more and answered honestly, “I want us to start over. Have dinner with me.”
...To be continued.