The Not So Great Escape
Title: Worst Superpower Ever
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1000+
Pairing: Faberry
Spoilers: The Substitute. Also, AU for superpowers
Summary: Based on this prompt:
Rachel is an accidental pervert - she has the unfortunate ability to catch girls in all states of undress or somehow ends up in compromising positions with them constantly. She's gotten used to it, until it starts happening with an alarming frequency with Quinn.
Pairings: Faberry eventually, side Britanna
Prologue: I, Rachel Berry, have a secret
Chapter 1: llaurorall.livejournal.com/13921.html
Chapter 2: Trapped
Chapter Three: The Not So Great Escape
Rachel’s nostrils flared, her pupils dilated and a hunger not unlike the one she felt upon seeing her daddy’s Berry Special vegan pancakes steaming on the kitchen table after a vigorous elliptical work out rose up within her. In the mirror her eyes were riveted to Quinn’s, who looked suddenly pale.
“Berry, whatever you’re thinking right now, no.” Quinn said, her usual steely tone wavering slightly.
Rachel swallowed thickly as her eyes strayed to the rapidly beating pulse she could see fluttering under the smooth skin of Quinn’s neck. Whatever it was that she was feeling was new. Finn had dazed her with his dopey sweetness, Jesse had enraptured her with his self assured attitude, Puck had challenged her with his bad boy persona, but Quinn was standing there now making her feel something entirely apart from what she’d felt before. This wasn’t just the slight hum of interest she was aware of whenever she walked in on a woman, or women, in various states of undress. Before she could check her mouth she was smoothly delivering a compliment that could've made Santana Lopez herself blush.
“I never noticed before Quinn, and for that you’ll have to forgive me, but you are stunningly beautiful.”
Quinn, despite herself, couldn’t keep the blush creeping up her neck at bay. Rachel whipped around to face her, her gaze even more intense than it had been through the mirror, as if the seconds that had passed only served to fuel her sudden ardor.
Quinn desperately fought to get a grip of herself.
“Do something useful will you, Berry, and help me find a way out of here”
She dared to turn her back on Rachel, which may have been a mistake if Rachel didn’t have such exceptional self-control.
Internally Rachel warred with the sudden realisation of her crush on Quinn Fabray, of all people. She had only just assaulted Miss Pillsbury in the hall, aided by her lousypower and a specialised latte, now she was all hot for the head Cheerio? Forcing her gaze away from the smooth, firm line of muscle that was Quinn’s back she sighed heavily. Maybe her earlier encounter and all those women she’d seen in various states of undress were finally getting to her. Maybe she was going to crack under the pressure of being an accidental pervert. Was there an Accidental Perverts Anonymous in Lima? Maybe their twelve step program could even overcome bad genes?
“Damn it.” Quinn hissed under her breath, but her comment wasn’t so quiet that Rachel didn’t hear her. Drawn out of her introspection Rachel’s gaze once again focused on Quinn, pointedly ignoring the gorgeous high cheek bones, beautiful pouting lips and soulful eyes that were now staring at her, exasperated. “Well I don’t know how we’re going to get out of here.”
“Text someone to get the Janitor?” Rachel supplied, her gaze now darting around the room, looking for a possible exit. She was glad to be able to focus on escaping this increasingly awkward situation.
The next thing she heard was an announcement over the PA system; “Will Rachel Berry please come to Miss Pillsbury’s office. Rachel Berry to Miss Pillsbury’s office. Thank you.”
Rachel blanched. That was one meeting she wanted to avoid so desperately that she was willing to stay holed up in here with Quinn until she died. A blush blazed in her cheeks just as her gaze alighted on a ventilation grate in the far corner of the bathroom.
‘If only I had that lousypower where your thoughts appeared above your head as 3D animations’ Rachel mused.
She’d always wanted a light bulb moment. But it wouldn’t be worth it for that single moment if the thoughts about Quinn she was fighting down were broadcast to the masses. Shaking off her thoughts she focused on the grate, heading towards the last stall in the row. “What are you doing?” She heard Quinn ask from behind her, but she said nothing as she went into the stall and flipped the toilet lid down. Even standing on lid of the toilet she wasn’t able to safely remove the grate.
“I’m going to need your help, Quinn.”
The Cheerio appeared in the doorway, her infamous eyebrow raised and her indifferent demeanor in place once again.
“I was just about to text Santana, why are you going all James Bond?”
“This way I can leave without being noticed.”
Quinn’s jaw dropped slightly, revealing a flash of pink tongue and white teeth that sent a quiver through Rachel’s belly. “Berry, are you saying that you’re going to skip?”
“Never mind that, do you want to get out of here? I have a feeling Santana is busy at the moment anyway.” Rachel replied, huffing as she got down, noting the slight buzz in her brain that suggested if she weren’t in fact stuck in here with Quinn she’d be stumbling upon Santana and Brittney in yet another compromising position.
“Fine, whatever.” Quinn replied, stepping aside as Rachel left the cubicle to make room for her.
When she made it up she was at eye level with the grate. “Aren’t there supposed to be screws in this thing?” She asked, puzzled at all the empty holes.
“I believe Principal Figgins had them removed and melted down for their copper content to be sold in order to fund the Cheerio’s annual Spa retreat last year.”
“Oh.” Was Quinn’s short reply as she reached out and removed the grate with ease. She turned down and handed Rachel the cover, ignoring the squeak from the other girl as their hands brushed. ‘Really, my power is the most annoying thing ever.’ She thought, reaching up, levering herself into the grate opening which was more than big enough to accommodate a fully grown adult male, by stepping onto the cistern of the toilet below her.
“Let’s get out of here Berry.”
Rachel nodded, trying not to pass out at the sight of Quinn’s firm backside straining in the confines of her spanks, which had been revealed as she climbed into the vent.
“Quit it Berry!” came the aggravated reprimand from the vent.
Rachel startled, wondering how on earth Quinn knew, but put it down to her reputation after a few moments. Averting her eyes she followed Quinn once the cheerleader was inside.
They army crawled along in relative silence before Rachel couldn’t help but ask, “Do you have any idea where you’re going Quinn?”
“Of course!” Quinn snapped, but really, Rachel had a valid point.
Quinn made a rapid decision to just bail out of any grate that was letting light in from a room that looked abandoned. As luck would have it they came across one not two minutes after they’d left the bathroom. Quinn spun around inside the vent with some difficulty (it probably would have been an impossibility if she hadn’t been put through the torture that Sue Sylvester called training though) and kicked the cover out. She slid through the opening, gripping the edge of it as she came out and swinging to the floor, landing gracefully.
Rachel squeaked and swallowed, for two different reasons. One was that Quinn had looked so lithe and supple as she had escaped and it had struck Rachel right in her newly developed feelings. She swooned a little. The other was that Rachel thought there was no way she could follow Quinn’s example.
“Ah, Quinn, could you perhaps, help me down?”
Quinn snorted, “No way Berry. You’ll be fine, just do what I did.”
Rachel felt a sinking feeling in her chest, and the buzzing in her brain grew louder.
‘This isn’t going to end well.’
But there was little use in delaying the inevitable, Rachel knew. She contorted in the passageway, managing, with her small size, to turn about so that her feet would exit first. That was the easy part. Rachel scooted towards the opening, letting her feet hang down.
“Hurry up Berry, I’m missing fourth period.”
Quinn had stepped well back from the hole in the ceiling, as she suspected that if she were any closer she’d get tangled up in the mess she knew this escape was going to be. So as Rachel came flying out of the vent with a yelp, drawn toward Quinn as if by an unseen force, Quinn could do little but watch, horrified as she was bowled over by the little diva.
Rachel groaned, her body ached from the impact, which was thankfully softened by Quinn. As soon as she realised this she groaned again because, really, twice in one day? Her head lay in the crook of Quinn’s neck, her left hand was splayed on Quinn’s chest and the other lay on the girl’s hip. Rachel was lying almost completely on top of Quinn Fabray, and could very nearly see down her top.
‘Swell. Wait, nearly?’ Rachel thought, stunned. It seemed like her perverted fate had cut her a break.
“Get off me, Manhands!” Quinn growled, reaching out to shove Rachel off her. Getting to her feet Quinn stalked off immediately, wrenching the classroom door open and slamming it closed behind her without a backwards glance.
As she strode down the hall towards her locker she found her body tingling. ‘Jeez.’ She cussed internally. Maybe she’d let Sam go a little further tonight. It had been advantageous for him to fall under her thrall, but really, her power was just a huge pain in the butt. How was she ever going to know if anyone liked her for her? And now she had Rachel Berry after her, who actually seemed to have more of a grip on herself than most other people who’d fallen prey to Quinn’s power. Worst of all, her body was telling her that it wasn’t entirely awful to have RuPaul in such close proximity. And her flattering compliment hadn’t hurt either. ‘Oh man.’ She was going to fix this, the only way she knew how.
Rachel lay on her back and contemplated her bad luck, and how very delightful Quinn’s legs looked in that skirt.
“Shoot!” She exclaimed.
“Rachel Berry to Miss Pillsbury’s office, Rachel Berry to Miss Pillsbury’s office. Thank you.”
Rachel Berry wasn’t inclined to curse, she believed swear words were for those that didn’t have the intelligence to express themselves properly, but in this instance she made an exception, muttering an expletive under her breath and covering her face with her hands.
At that moment the thought both girls were thinking (a thought that one wouldn’t need a mind reading superpower to ascertain) was that their powers were a lot more trouble than they were worth.
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Rating: PG-13
Length: 1000+
Pairing: Faberry
Spoilers: The Substitute. Also, AU for superpowers
Summary: Based on this prompt:
Rachel is an accidental pervert - she has the unfortunate ability to catch girls in all states of undress or somehow ends up in compromising positions with them constantly. She's gotten used to it, until it starts happening with an alarming frequency with Quinn.
Pairings: Faberry eventually, side Britanna
Prologue: I, Rachel Berry, have a secret
Chapter 1: llaurorall.livejournal.com/13921.html
Chapter 2: Trapped
Chapter Three: The Not So Great Escape
Rachel’s nostrils flared, her pupils dilated and a hunger not unlike the one she felt upon seeing her daddy’s Berry Special vegan pancakes steaming on the kitchen table after a vigorous elliptical work out rose up within her. In the mirror her eyes were riveted to Quinn’s, who looked suddenly pale.
“Berry, whatever you’re thinking right now, no.” Quinn said, her usual steely tone wavering slightly.
Rachel swallowed thickly as her eyes strayed to the rapidly beating pulse she could see fluttering under the smooth skin of Quinn’s neck. Whatever it was that she was feeling was new. Finn had dazed her with his dopey sweetness, Jesse had enraptured her with his self assured attitude, Puck had challenged her with his bad boy persona, but Quinn was standing there now making her feel something entirely apart from what she’d felt before. This wasn’t just the slight hum of interest she was aware of whenever she walked in on a woman, or women, in various states of undress. Before she could check her mouth she was smoothly delivering a compliment that could've made Santana Lopez herself blush.
“I never noticed before Quinn, and for that you’ll have to forgive me, but you are stunningly beautiful.”
Quinn, despite herself, couldn’t keep the blush creeping up her neck at bay. Rachel whipped around to face her, her gaze even more intense than it had been through the mirror, as if the seconds that had passed only served to fuel her sudden ardor.
Quinn desperately fought to get a grip of herself.
“Do something useful will you, Berry, and help me find a way out of here”
She dared to turn her back on Rachel, which may have been a mistake if Rachel didn’t have such exceptional self-control.
Internally Rachel warred with the sudden realisation of her crush on Quinn Fabray, of all people. She had only just assaulted Miss Pillsbury in the hall, aided by her lousypower and a specialised latte, now she was all hot for the head Cheerio? Forcing her gaze away from the smooth, firm line of muscle that was Quinn’s back she sighed heavily. Maybe her earlier encounter and all those women she’d seen in various states of undress were finally getting to her. Maybe she was going to crack under the pressure of being an accidental pervert. Was there an Accidental Perverts Anonymous in Lima? Maybe their twelve step program could even overcome bad genes?
“Damn it.” Quinn hissed under her breath, but her comment wasn’t so quiet that Rachel didn’t hear her. Drawn out of her introspection Rachel’s gaze once again focused on Quinn, pointedly ignoring the gorgeous high cheek bones, beautiful pouting lips and soulful eyes that were now staring at her, exasperated. “Well I don’t know how we’re going to get out of here.”
“Text someone to get the Janitor?” Rachel supplied, her gaze now darting around the room, looking for a possible exit. She was glad to be able to focus on escaping this increasingly awkward situation.
The next thing she heard was an announcement over the PA system; “Will Rachel Berry please come to Miss Pillsbury’s office. Rachel Berry to Miss Pillsbury’s office. Thank you.”
Rachel blanched. That was one meeting she wanted to avoid so desperately that she was willing to stay holed up in here with Quinn until she died. A blush blazed in her cheeks just as her gaze alighted on a ventilation grate in the far corner of the bathroom.
‘If only I had that lousypower where your thoughts appeared above your head as 3D animations’ Rachel mused.
She’d always wanted a light bulb moment. But it wouldn’t be worth it for that single moment if the thoughts about Quinn she was fighting down were broadcast to the masses. Shaking off her thoughts she focused on the grate, heading towards the last stall in the row. “What are you doing?” She heard Quinn ask from behind her, but she said nothing as she went into the stall and flipped the toilet lid down. Even standing on lid of the toilet she wasn’t able to safely remove the grate.
“I’m going to need your help, Quinn.”
The Cheerio appeared in the doorway, her infamous eyebrow raised and her indifferent demeanor in place once again.
“I was just about to text Santana, why are you going all James Bond?”
“This way I can leave without being noticed.”
Quinn’s jaw dropped slightly, revealing a flash of pink tongue and white teeth that sent a quiver through Rachel’s belly. “Berry, are you saying that you’re going to skip?”
“Never mind that, do you want to get out of here? I have a feeling Santana is busy at the moment anyway.” Rachel replied, huffing as she got down, noting the slight buzz in her brain that suggested if she weren’t in fact stuck in here with Quinn she’d be stumbling upon Santana and Brittney in yet another compromising position.
“Fine, whatever.” Quinn replied, stepping aside as Rachel left the cubicle to make room for her.
When she made it up she was at eye level with the grate. “Aren’t there supposed to be screws in this thing?” She asked, puzzled at all the empty holes.
“I believe Principal Figgins had them removed and melted down for their copper content to be sold in order to fund the Cheerio’s annual Spa retreat last year.”
“Oh.” Was Quinn’s short reply as she reached out and removed the grate with ease. She turned down and handed Rachel the cover, ignoring the squeak from the other girl as their hands brushed. ‘Really, my power is the most annoying thing ever.’ She thought, reaching up, levering herself into the grate opening which was more than big enough to accommodate a fully grown adult male, by stepping onto the cistern of the toilet below her.
“Let’s get out of here Berry.”
Rachel nodded, trying not to pass out at the sight of Quinn’s firm backside straining in the confines of her spanks, which had been revealed as she climbed into the vent.
“Quit it Berry!” came the aggravated reprimand from the vent.
Rachel startled, wondering how on earth Quinn knew, but put it down to her reputation after a few moments. Averting her eyes she followed Quinn once the cheerleader was inside.
They army crawled along in relative silence before Rachel couldn’t help but ask, “Do you have any idea where you’re going Quinn?”
“Of course!” Quinn snapped, but really, Rachel had a valid point.
Quinn made a rapid decision to just bail out of any grate that was letting light in from a room that looked abandoned. As luck would have it they came across one not two minutes after they’d left the bathroom. Quinn spun around inside the vent with some difficulty (it probably would have been an impossibility if she hadn’t been put through the torture that Sue Sylvester called training though) and kicked the cover out. She slid through the opening, gripping the edge of it as she came out and swinging to the floor, landing gracefully.
Rachel squeaked and swallowed, for two different reasons. One was that Quinn had looked so lithe and supple as she had escaped and it had struck Rachel right in her newly developed feelings. She swooned a little. The other was that Rachel thought there was no way she could follow Quinn’s example.
“Ah, Quinn, could you perhaps, help me down?”
Quinn snorted, “No way Berry. You’ll be fine, just do what I did.”
Rachel felt a sinking feeling in her chest, and the buzzing in her brain grew louder.
‘This isn’t going to end well.’
But there was little use in delaying the inevitable, Rachel knew. She contorted in the passageway, managing, with her small size, to turn about so that her feet would exit first. That was the easy part. Rachel scooted towards the opening, letting her feet hang down.
“Hurry up Berry, I’m missing fourth period.”
Quinn had stepped well back from the hole in the ceiling, as she suspected that if she were any closer she’d get tangled up in the mess she knew this escape was going to be. So as Rachel came flying out of the vent with a yelp, drawn toward Quinn as if by an unseen force, Quinn could do little but watch, horrified as she was bowled over by the little diva.
Rachel groaned, her body ached from the impact, which was thankfully softened by Quinn. As soon as she realised this she groaned again because, really, twice in one day? Her head lay in the crook of Quinn’s neck, her left hand was splayed on Quinn’s chest and the other lay on the girl’s hip. Rachel was lying almost completely on top of Quinn Fabray, and could very nearly see down her top.
‘Swell. Wait, nearly?’ Rachel thought, stunned. It seemed like her perverted fate had cut her a break.
“Get off me, Manhands!” Quinn growled, reaching out to shove Rachel off her. Getting to her feet Quinn stalked off immediately, wrenching the classroom door open and slamming it closed behind her without a backwards glance.
As she strode down the hall towards her locker she found her body tingling. ‘Jeez.’ She cussed internally. Maybe she’d let Sam go a little further tonight. It had been advantageous for him to fall under her thrall, but really, her power was just a huge pain in the butt. How was she ever going to know if anyone liked her for her? And now she had Rachel Berry after her, who actually seemed to have more of a grip on herself than most other people who’d fallen prey to Quinn’s power. Worst of all, her body was telling her that it wasn’t entirely awful to have RuPaul in such close proximity. And her flattering compliment hadn’t hurt either. ‘Oh man.’ She was going to fix this, the only way she knew how.
Rachel lay on her back and contemplated her bad luck, and how very delightful Quinn’s legs looked in that skirt.
“Shoot!” She exclaimed.
“Rachel Berry to Miss Pillsbury’s office, Rachel Berry to Miss Pillsbury’s office. Thank you.”
Rachel Berry wasn’t inclined to curse, she believed swear words were for those that didn’t have the intelligence to express themselves properly, but in this instance she made an exception, muttering an expletive under her breath and covering her face with her hands.
At that moment the thought both girls were thinking (a thought that one wouldn’t need a mind reading superpower to ascertain) was that their powers were a lot more trouble than they were worth.
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Tada! Anyone wanting to take up the challenge should message vsquared-k for dibs on the next chapter. If you have any questions regarding clarification etc, please feel free to message me! Also, get up on the Write off community! Glee Write Off!