240 Glee Main St. (11/13)
Title: 240 Glee Main St. (11/13)
Author: pri_rage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Santana/Brittany. Mentions Finn/Quinn, Artie/Tina.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, just borrowing them for a bit.
Spoilers: AU Glee. No spoilers.
Word Count: 1354
POV: Brittany
A/N: I was planning on making this chapter longer and add their visit to Quinn, but I'm stuck. Hope you like it!
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A Month Later
Some weeks ago Q invited us over. Since she went crazy and pretty much locked herself in her room, and then Rachel went to her rescue, we didn't hang out a lot. I knew she was hiding something, that's for sure. I mean, the whole Finn thing wouldn't make her act like that. And Rachel was talking to her, so they were okay. Me and S tried to come up with reasons to why she was acting that way. It didn't work, mostly because S and I would start making out before we could get to any conclusion.
She was really sweet to me. S, that is. She would never get mad, and when she does it's never at me. I always manage to calm her down, though. I just act upset, and she stops being mad. Which has been a lot since Q told us what was going on, with her parents and all.
S was really mad. She said Q wasn't a good friend, that she didn't trust us and made Q cry. Some how Q let it out that she told Rachel before telling us, and that was it for S. She left, me going after her. She was really mad, and not even me being annoyed with her solved it. We were fighting all the time. I thought that the right thing to do now was to help Q deal with the whole thing. S said that she had Rachel, she didn't need us anymore. I told her that until she started talking to Q again, I would not make out with her anymore. She almost changed her mind. Almost.
Now we are at my room. She it looking at the ceiling, not saying anything. I am reading a book about ducks. S gave me for my birthday last year, and its filled with scientific stuff, and what ducks like and cute pictures. My phone rings, and I go get it.
"Hello"
"Hey, Brit. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine Rach, how are you?"
Santana looks at me, and narrow her eyes. I do what I have been doing a lot lately. I ignore her.
"I'm alright. I'm calling about Quinn."
"Oh. How is she?"
"Freaking out about her parents, as previously. And extremely sad about the situation between her and you guys."
"I've been trying to call, but S never lets me. She says I should be mad at Q."
"You shouldn't be. Neither should she. She really needs you guys."
"I want to come, but S never lets me."
"I got it the first time Brit." Rachel said, sounding tired.
"When are her parents coming?"
"Have no idea. Her mom said they are coming before the summer break ends, but that is all they told Ms. Fabray."
"Can you tell Q that I'm not mad at her?" I hear S grumbling at my side, but I let her be.
"Yeah. Is S there now?"
"Yes. Do you want me to kick her out? I totally would. She is like a whiny child now. I don't know if I like her anymore." Rachel is silent the other side. I see S looking sadly at me. But that look is soon replaced with annoyance, and she rolls her eyes.
"I'm coming over. Don't tell her. I need to convince her. I can be very persuasive."
"Okay." I say and turn off the phone.
Soon the door is ringing, and I go open it. Rachel is there, wearing running shorts and a tank top. It's a little bit weird. I'm used to seeing her dress the skirts and argyle. She gives me a little smile. I can see she is putting all her energy in it. She looks exhausted.
"Hey. You sure you are alright? You don't look like it." I say, while walking to my room.
"Taking care of Quinn is tiring. She is better, but I still have to force her to eat. And she doesn't sleep unless I'm with her. She has all this nightmares about childhood, and she says is not as bad when I am there. She whimpers a lot in her sleep, though, so I don't get much myself."
"Maybe, if you convince S, we can help, and you can sleep."
She gives me a tired smile, and we enter my room.
"What is she doing here?" S says.
"This is an intervention." Rachel says, very seriously.
S jumps out of bed, and goes to where Rachel is standing.
"And what are you planning on doing?" She says, pretty much growling. Impressively enough, Rachel doesn't wince. She keeps her facial expression the same.
Suddenly S pushes Rachel against the wall. I wasn't used to seeing S this violent and I have no idea what triggers it.
Now Rachel wince, and put moves her arms to protect her. Somehow she manages to elbow S in the nose and left eye. S' nose starts bleeding. I scream and Rachel squeal. She looks shocked and scared, and I can tell she didn't mean to do that. She starts apologizing and talking fast.
I run out of the room to get towels and ice for S. The situation got out of hand too fast. I had expected a little bit of conversation before S would attack her. And I never expected her to attack her like that.
When I come back, Rachel is pining S to the wall, her grip strong. I look at them questionably. I thought S liked me, and that she didn't like Rachel.
"I had to do something so she wouldn't attack me." Rachel quickly justifies. She moves from where she is, and I take S to sit at the bed. I can see finger marks on her arms from Rachel' grip. I give her the ice for the eye and clean her bloody nose.
"You are a dead kid, Berry, if my nose is broken." S growls.
"Brit, do you have a first aids kit? I can see if there is any damage, if hospital is necessary or not."
"I'll get it. Just don't pounce on my girlfriend again. You have yours." I say jokingly. Rachel looks offended by the observation, and mumbles something about not getting killed.
When I return, they are at the same place as I left them.
"Here" I hand Rachel the bag. She goes is front of S, who growls at her again. I wonder if I only love S because of her resemblance to an animal.
"I won't hurt you. Not intentionally. I didn't mean to hurt you, it was self defense. You were the one that attacked me. And because of that, you need to go to Quinn and apologize for ignoring her."
"I'm not doing anything. She should be the one apologizing."
"And she did. I will call the police on you if you don't"
"I'm the one hurt, you aren't even bruised. And I'm not going."
"You better. Because I just kicked your ass..."
"I thought you didn't do it on purpose?" I ask, but she ignores me and keeps talking.
"...and if you don't go, I will tell the whole street what I did. How do you think they will react to having all 5.2 feet of me win against you?"
S' eyes go wide and she drops the ice bag.
"You wouldn't." She says.
"I would. And since I'm stronger then you, I could force you to go anyway."
She rolls her eyes, and says one of her signatures "whatever". I'm really happy she is going to talk to Q. I didn't like the way that Rachel convinced her, but it was better then nothing.
We don't go to Quinn until the next day. Rachel left soon after, saying she needed to wash the blood away, because S could have some disease. I'm pretty sure she doesn't, but I wanted to be alone with S anyway.
Because now that she is apologizing to Q, I don't have to withhold making out. Also, S mentioned something about going to second base, and I wanted to find out what that meant.
Author: pri_rage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Santana/Brittany. Mentions Finn/Quinn, Artie/Tina.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, just borrowing them for a bit.
Spoilers: AU Glee. No spoilers.
Word Count: 1354
POV: Brittany
A/N: I was planning on making this chapter longer and add their visit to Quinn, but I'm stuck. Hope you like it!
[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]
A Month Later
Some weeks ago Q invited us over. Since she went crazy and pretty much locked herself in her room, and then Rachel went to her rescue, we didn't hang out a lot. I knew she was hiding something, that's for sure. I mean, the whole Finn thing wouldn't make her act like that. And Rachel was talking to her, so they were okay. Me and S tried to come up with reasons to why she was acting that way. It didn't work, mostly because S and I would start making out before we could get to any conclusion.
She was really sweet to me. S, that is. She would never get mad, and when she does it's never at me. I always manage to calm her down, though. I just act upset, and she stops being mad. Which has been a lot since Q told us what was going on, with her parents and all.
S was really mad. She said Q wasn't a good friend, that she didn't trust us and made Q cry. Some how Q let it out that she told Rachel before telling us, and that was it for S. She left, me going after her. She was really mad, and not even me being annoyed with her solved it. We were fighting all the time. I thought that the right thing to do now was to help Q deal with the whole thing. S said that she had Rachel, she didn't need us anymore. I told her that until she started talking to Q again, I would not make out with her anymore. She almost changed her mind. Almost.
Now we are at my room. She it looking at the ceiling, not saying anything. I am reading a book about ducks. S gave me for my birthday last year, and its filled with scientific stuff, and what ducks like and cute pictures. My phone rings, and I go get it.
"Hello"
"Hey, Brit. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine Rach, how are you?"
Santana looks at me, and narrow her eyes. I do what I have been doing a lot lately. I ignore her.
"I'm alright. I'm calling about Quinn."
"Oh. How is she?"
"Freaking out about her parents, as previously. And extremely sad about the situation between her and you guys."
"I've been trying to call, but S never lets me. She says I should be mad at Q."
"You shouldn't be. Neither should she. She really needs you guys."
"I want to come, but S never lets me."
"I got it the first time Brit." Rachel said, sounding tired.
"When are her parents coming?"
"Have no idea. Her mom said they are coming before the summer break ends, but that is all they told Ms. Fabray."
"Can you tell Q that I'm not mad at her?" I hear S grumbling at my side, but I let her be.
"Yeah. Is S there now?"
"Yes. Do you want me to kick her out? I totally would. She is like a whiny child now. I don't know if I like her anymore." Rachel is silent the other side. I see S looking sadly at me. But that look is soon replaced with annoyance, and she rolls her eyes.
"I'm coming over. Don't tell her. I need to convince her. I can be very persuasive."
"Okay." I say and turn off the phone.
Soon the door is ringing, and I go open it. Rachel is there, wearing running shorts and a tank top. It's a little bit weird. I'm used to seeing her dress the skirts and argyle. She gives me a little smile. I can see she is putting all her energy in it. She looks exhausted.
"Hey. You sure you are alright? You don't look like it." I say, while walking to my room.
"Taking care of Quinn is tiring. She is better, but I still have to force her to eat. And she doesn't sleep unless I'm with her. She has all this nightmares about childhood, and she says is not as bad when I am there. She whimpers a lot in her sleep, though, so I don't get much myself."
"Maybe, if you convince S, we can help, and you can sleep."
She gives me a tired smile, and we enter my room.
"What is she doing here?" S says.
"This is an intervention." Rachel says, very seriously.
S jumps out of bed, and goes to where Rachel is standing.
"And what are you planning on doing?" She says, pretty much growling. Impressively enough, Rachel doesn't wince. She keeps her facial expression the same.
Suddenly S pushes Rachel against the wall. I wasn't used to seeing S this violent and I have no idea what triggers it.
Now Rachel wince, and put moves her arms to protect her. Somehow she manages to elbow S in the nose and left eye. S' nose starts bleeding. I scream and Rachel squeal. She looks shocked and scared, and I can tell she didn't mean to do that. She starts apologizing and talking fast.
I run out of the room to get towels and ice for S. The situation got out of hand too fast. I had expected a little bit of conversation before S would attack her. And I never expected her to attack her like that.
When I come back, Rachel is pining S to the wall, her grip strong. I look at them questionably. I thought S liked me, and that she didn't like Rachel.
"I had to do something so she wouldn't attack me." Rachel quickly justifies. She moves from where she is, and I take S to sit at the bed. I can see finger marks on her arms from Rachel' grip. I give her the ice for the eye and clean her bloody nose.
"You are a dead kid, Berry, if my nose is broken." S growls.
"Brit, do you have a first aids kit? I can see if there is any damage, if hospital is necessary or not."
"I'll get it. Just don't pounce on my girlfriend again. You have yours." I say jokingly. Rachel looks offended by the observation, and mumbles something about not getting killed.
When I return, they are at the same place as I left them.
"Here" I hand Rachel the bag. She goes is front of S, who growls at her again. I wonder if I only love S because of her resemblance to an animal.
"I won't hurt you. Not intentionally. I didn't mean to hurt you, it was self defense. You were the one that attacked me. And because of that, you need to go to Quinn and apologize for ignoring her."
"I'm not doing anything. She should be the one apologizing."
"And she did. I will call the police on you if you don't"
"I'm the one hurt, you aren't even bruised. And I'm not going."
"You better. Because I just kicked your ass..."
"I thought you didn't do it on purpose?" I ask, but she ignores me and keeps talking.
"...and if you don't go, I will tell the whole street what I did. How do you think they will react to having all 5.2 feet of me win against you?"
S' eyes go wide and she drops the ice bag.
"You wouldn't." She says.
"I would. And since I'm stronger then you, I could force you to go anyway."
She rolls her eyes, and says one of her signatures "whatever". I'm really happy she is going to talk to Q. I didn't like the way that Rachel convinced her, but it was better then nothing.
We don't go to Quinn until the next day. Rachel left soon after, saying she needed to wash the blood away, because S could have some disease. I'm pretty sure she doesn't, but I wanted to be alone with S anyway.
Because now that she is apologizing to Q, I don't have to withhold making out. Also, S mentioned something about going to second base, and I wanted to find out what that meant.