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Prompt: I still love him. But I don't want to love him anymore. I don't want to hurt anymore. Please... Left at the meme (part one) by jlz1
Original post date: 30-08-2010
Warning: Angst. Never beta'ed.
Character: Quinn, Rachel (Mention of Puck/Quinn; Puck/Rachel)
Word Count: 990
Disclaimer: Don't own
Author note: This is part two of a heartbreak trilogy I had in mind. Part 1 is here. Part three never happened
(still looking for the appropriate prompt)
Quinn is dreading what she will when that front door opens.
Finn's text wasn't encouraging. (M w Puck - Puckleberry no more. Somebody check on Rachel pls?)
She knows that last sentence originally read "can you check on Rachel pls" and that Finn changed it as an afterthought not to impose on her (the correct afterthought would have been to text someone else altogether, but hey, it's Finn). She had been tempted to use the given liberty to simply forward the text to Tina, who's much closer to Rachel, but Tina's one and only break up has been rather civilized, definitely not giving her the baggage needed to deal with the aftermath of a break up with Puck. Quinn? Well Quinn has had to do the very thing. Again. And again. (Puck and her have a very confused story made of trying to salvage something, anything, from the whole Beth disaster and failing every time - and then trying again just to make it less of a wreck - before finally calling it quits and accepting to be the equivalent of the youngest divorcees in the history of Lima: exes that share way too much history.)
That leaves her not really close to Rachel - uncharitable tongues could after all say that Rachel makes a habit of picking up Quinn's leftovers, and the Berry-pies (as in, Berry groupies) would reply that the brunette has usually better success than the blonde with them - but in a rather good position to understand her. So she's on the Berry's front porch, trying to prepare herself for the end-of-the-world kind of drama a brokenhearted Rachel Berry is sure to be.
Except the girl that opens the door doesn't look heartbroken. She's recently showered, make-up and hair done, and if her clothes are a little on the on OMG side that's nothing but normal. She's even sporting her trademark million-dollar smile.
"Quinn! Hi. What a surprise to see you here." Rachel sounds a little out of breath. "Can I help you with anything? Oh, did you have ideas for next year's song list maybe? I'd be delighted to add them to the list I already started so we have an exhaustive one that will minimize the time wasted once we resume practice."
"Erm, no, no song list. I... well, Finn texted me and he seemed to think that you and Puck had broken up, so I wanted to make sure you were alright, but... he's got it wrong I see?"
The smile on Rachel's face waivers and crumbles a little so maybe Finn's not wrong.
"Oh, you know about that." Then the smile is back into place, even brighter than it was it that`s even possible. "Well, that was a whole four days ago, can't expect a girl to mope can you? Oh, but I am a wretched hostess, would you like to come in Quinn? I can't believe I'm just keeping you on the porch like that. Come, come with me, we can sit in the backyard and have a chat. Tell me, did you heard about The Merchant of Venice opening on Broadway? Oh, I would so love to play Shakespeare one day. I hope my dads can get us tickets for December...
The sound of Rachel's voice goes on and on as she disappears into the house with Quinn having no choice but to follow her. She's starting to think maybe this is what Berry looks like heartbroken - a non-stop show of idiotic chatter. She was a lot more mellow while she was dating Finn, and a lot less annoying when with Puck. In fact, the last time Quinn can remember Rachel being so Berry is back before glee club, when she was getting slushied every day and couldn't get a nice comment on her MySpace to save her life.
It clicks in Quinn's head that this may well be the girl's way of dealing with upsetting things - force cheerfulness and non-stop babbling. Then she reaches the kitchen and decides this is way worst. It's a disaster area. There are cookies everywhere, in between piles of pie and muffins and yes, that looks like a full Black Forest cake over there.
"Rachel, are you planning on feeding the whole town or did you decide your best shot at fame was to aim for the fat girl roles?"
"That? Oh no, I don't eat that. Even one cookie would require me to extend my elliptical training by at least another half hour, there's just no time for that. I just bake it for my dads. It sooths me, it's quite relaxing you know."
"Well it's not working so well this time, is it?"
"No it is, really. It helps me focus..." When Quinn forces Rachel to meet her eyes, her disbelief is obvious enough to make Rachel stop. Then the brown eyes fill with tears and her voice is barely a whisper when she says: "I'm just afraid that if I stop for a second, I'll fall to pieces and I can't, I can't, I need to get over this, it's ridiculous, I'm ridiculous."
If she wasn't Quinn Fabray, maybe she would give Rachel a hug at this point. But she is, so instead she opens the bag she brought with her and takes out a liter tub of swirled mango raspberry sorbet. She is no rookie when it comes to dealing with these situations.
"Stop that. You're not. You've just been stupid enough to get mixed in with Puck and that's the price to pay. So while cookies are out of the question, and I understand that you believe that the ice cream industry starves baby cows or something, I've got the next best thing. Do you have spoons?"
Rachel sighed, "Second drawer on your left. I'll get us bowls."
"Nuh huh, no bowls, straight from the tub. Let's sit outside, you look like you need the fresh air."
Prompt: I still love him. But I don't want to love him anymore. I don't want to hurt anymore. Please... Left at the meme (part one) by jlz1
Original post date: 30-08-2010
Warning: Angst. Never beta'ed.
Character: Quinn, Rachel (Mention of Puck/Quinn; Puck/Rachel)
Word Count: 990
Disclaimer: Don't own
Author note: This is part two of a heartbreak trilogy I had in mind. Part 1 is here. Part three never happened
(still looking for the appropriate prompt)
Quinn is dreading what she will when that front door opens.
Finn's text wasn't encouraging. (M w Puck - Puckleberry no more. Somebody check on Rachel pls?)
She knows that last sentence originally read "can you check on Rachel pls" and that Finn changed it as an afterthought not to impose on her (the correct afterthought would have been to text someone else altogether, but hey, it's Finn). She had been tempted to use the given liberty to simply forward the text to Tina, who's much closer to Rachel, but Tina's one and only break up has been rather civilized, definitely not giving her the baggage needed to deal with the aftermath of a break up with Puck. Quinn? Well Quinn has had to do the very thing. Again. And again. (Puck and her have a very confused story made of trying to salvage something, anything, from the whole Beth disaster and failing every time - and then trying again just to make it less of a wreck - before finally calling it quits and accepting to be the equivalent of the youngest divorcees in the history of Lima: exes that share way too much history.)
That leaves her not really close to Rachel - uncharitable tongues could after all say that Rachel makes a habit of picking up Quinn's leftovers, and the Berry-pies (as in, Berry groupies) would reply that the brunette has usually better success than the blonde with them - but in a rather good position to understand her. So she's on the Berry's front porch, trying to prepare herself for the end-of-the-world kind of drama a brokenhearted Rachel Berry is sure to be.
Except the girl that opens the door doesn't look heartbroken. She's recently showered, make-up and hair done, and if her clothes are a little on the on OMG side that's nothing but normal. She's even sporting her trademark million-dollar smile.
"Quinn! Hi. What a surprise to see you here." Rachel sounds a little out of breath. "Can I help you with anything? Oh, did you have ideas for next year's song list maybe? I'd be delighted to add them to the list I already started so we have an exhaustive one that will minimize the time wasted once we resume practice."
"Erm, no, no song list. I... well, Finn texted me and he seemed to think that you and Puck had broken up, so I wanted to make sure you were alright, but... he's got it wrong I see?"
The smile on Rachel's face waivers and crumbles a little so maybe Finn's not wrong.
"Oh, you know about that." Then the smile is back into place, even brighter than it was it that`s even possible. "Well, that was a whole four days ago, can't expect a girl to mope can you? Oh, but I am a wretched hostess, would you like to come in Quinn? I can't believe I'm just keeping you on the porch like that. Come, come with me, we can sit in the backyard and have a chat. Tell me, did you heard about The Merchant of Venice opening on Broadway? Oh, I would so love to play Shakespeare one day. I hope my dads can get us tickets for December...
The sound of Rachel's voice goes on and on as she disappears into the house with Quinn having no choice but to follow her. She's starting to think maybe this is what Berry looks like heartbroken - a non-stop show of idiotic chatter. She was a lot more mellow while she was dating Finn, and a lot less annoying when with Puck. In fact, the last time Quinn can remember Rachel being so Berry is back before glee club, when she was getting slushied every day and couldn't get a nice comment on her MySpace to save her life.
It clicks in Quinn's head that this may well be the girl's way of dealing with upsetting things - force cheerfulness and non-stop babbling. Then she reaches the kitchen and decides this is way worst. It's a disaster area. There are cookies everywhere, in between piles of pie and muffins and yes, that looks like a full Black Forest cake over there.
"Rachel, are you planning on feeding the whole town or did you decide your best shot at fame was to aim for the fat girl roles?"
"That? Oh no, I don't eat that. Even one cookie would require me to extend my elliptical training by at least another half hour, there's just no time for that. I just bake it for my dads. It sooths me, it's quite relaxing you know."
"Well it's not working so well this time, is it?"
"No it is, really. It helps me focus..." When Quinn forces Rachel to meet her eyes, her disbelief is obvious enough to make Rachel stop. Then the brown eyes fill with tears and her voice is barely a whisper when she says: "I'm just afraid that if I stop for a second, I'll fall to pieces and I can't, I can't, I need to get over this, it's ridiculous, I'm ridiculous."
If she wasn't Quinn Fabray, maybe she would give Rachel a hug at this point. But she is, so instead she opens the bag she brought with her and takes out a liter tub of swirled mango raspberry sorbet. She is no rookie when it comes to dealing with these situations.
"Stop that. You're not. You've just been stupid enough to get mixed in with Puck and that's the price to pay. So while cookies are out of the question, and I understand that you believe that the ice cream industry starves baby cows or something, I've got the next best thing. Do you have spoons?"
Rachel sighed, "Second drawer on your left. I'll get us bowls."
"Nuh huh, no bowls, straight from the tub. Let's sit outside, you look like you need the fresh air."