Don't Go Knocking On My Door (faberry, PG-13) 3/12
Title: Don't Go Knocking on My Door
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 841 this part/2493 total
Pairing: rachel/quinn, past rachel/jesse
Disclaimer: characters belong to fox and ryan murphy/brad falchuk. lyrics belong to britney spears.
A/N: this is the next in my britney drabble series, inspired by track 3, don't go knocking on my door. i don't hate jesse as much as it might seem like i do from this, i just think quinn hates him that much.
I can see
It's no mystery
It's so clear to me
What we had is all history
It's OK
I can sleep at night
It will be alright
I can hear myself saying
I am better off without you
Stronger than ever and I
I'm telling you now
Don't go knocking on my door
Gotta stay away for sure
You say you miss me like crazy now
But I ain't buying that
You better get off my back
Don't go knocking on my door
“So Jesse texted me.”
There was silence on the other line.
“Quinn? Are you still there?”
Quinn practically growled into the phone. “It’s been six months. What the hell does that prick want?”
“He wants to see me. I think he feels bad about the way we ended things and wants to make amends.”
“Please tell me you told him to go fuck himself.”
“Language. And no, I said nothing of the sort. I told him I’d meet him on Thursday after glee.”
“WHAT?!?!?”
“Quinn, relax. I know what I’m doing, I’ll be fine. If it make you feel better, you can come spy on us.”
“…I’ll be there at 4.”
“What, no Quinn wait! I was kidding! Quinn!”
Her protests were met with a dial tone.
---
Rachel walked into Breadstix on Thursday at 3:55, looked around and spotted Jesse sitting at a table in the middle of the restaurant, smiling and waving at her. As she approached his table, she saw a flash of blonde over his shoulder. Quinn was sitting at a table close enough that she would be able to hear the conversation, but far enough away that Jesse was unlikely to notice her. She was wearing sunglasses and had a magazine propped up in front of her. If the whole idea didn’t make her slightly uncomfortable Rachel would have laughed at how ridiculous Quinn was acting. She sat down across from Jesse.
“Rachel! I’m so glad you agreed to meet with me. How have you been?”
“Fine, thank you. And yourself?”
“I’ve been great! I keep getting offers from all these fabulous theater programs at schools around the country, I don’t know what to pick!”
Quinn rolled her eyes. God, he was a pompous asshole. She really hated him.
“I’m leaning towards New York or Los Angeles, though Boston and Chicago have some fantastic options as well. It’s all just so exciting, everything I’ve dreamed about is actually coming true. I’m just missing one thing.”
“Hmm? What’s that?”
Jesse looked at her with that intense stare that made her feel like she was the only girl in the world.
“You.”
Quinn clenched her fists, using every bit of restraint she had not to jump Jesse and rip his head off.
Rachel gaped at him. “What?”
“I was wrong to hurt you like that. I was under significant pressure from my team to prove my loyalty to them, when my loyalty should have been to you. I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you. Give me another chance to prove it to you.”
“Jesse, I-“
“Please, Rachel. I miss you like crazy. Remember how great we were together? I know you do. I’m going to be a star, and you could be by my side. Just think, everything you’ve ever wanted. All you have to do is say yes.”
Quinn was seething. How dare he come back here and ask for Rachel’s forgiveness. He used her and broke her heart. He was the worst kind of douchebag, the kind that thinks he’s really a good guy but underneath is a cold, heartless bastard. She was about to get up and rip him a new one when she heard Rachel speak.
“Jesse St. James, how dare you come back here and ask for my forgiveness. You used me and broke my heart. You’re a cocky, obnoxious prick. Six months ago I maybe would have considered your offer, but now? I’m smarter than that. What we had is in the past, it’s history. I’m stronger now, and I know I’m better off without you. Besides, I’m seeing someone else.”
Jesse smirked. “With who? Puck? Finnocence? Mike? I’m better than all of them, baby.”
Baby. He called her baby. That was the last straw for Quinn. No one called her girlfriend baby but her. She stalked over to Jesse’s table.
“Actually, she’s with me. And if you ever call her baby again, I’ll rip your balls off and shove them up your ass. Then you’ll really be able to hit those high notes.”
Jesse’s jaw dropped as Quinn held out her hand to Rachel, who grasped it and stood. Quinn pulled the shorter girl to her and kissed her deeply, possessively, making sure St. James knew Rachel belonged to her. She pulled away and heard Rachel whimper softly. She grinned.
“C’mon baby, let’s go home. St. Asshole here needs some time to process. I think we broke his tiny brain.”
Jesse just stared as the two girls left the restaurant, hands clasped tightly together.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 841 this part/2493 total
Pairing: rachel/quinn, past rachel/jesse
Disclaimer: characters belong to fox and ryan murphy/brad falchuk. lyrics belong to britney spears.
A/N: this is the next in my britney drabble series, inspired by track 3, don't go knocking on my door. i don't hate jesse as much as it might seem like i do from this, i just think quinn hates him that much.
I can see
It's no mystery
It's so clear to me
What we had is all history
It's OK
I can sleep at night
It will be alright
I can hear myself saying
I am better off without you
Stronger than ever and I
I'm telling you now
Don't go knocking on my door
Gotta stay away for sure
You say you miss me like crazy now
But I ain't buying that
You better get off my back
Don't go knocking on my door
“So Jesse texted me.”
There was silence on the other line.
“Quinn? Are you still there?”
Quinn practically growled into the phone. “It’s been six months. What the hell does that prick want?”
“He wants to see me. I think he feels bad about the way we ended things and wants to make amends.”
“Please tell me you told him to go fuck himself.”
“Language. And no, I said nothing of the sort. I told him I’d meet him on Thursday after glee.”
“WHAT?!?!?”
“Quinn, relax. I know what I’m doing, I’ll be fine. If it make you feel better, you can come spy on us.”
“…I’ll be there at 4.”
“What, no Quinn wait! I was kidding! Quinn!”
Her protests were met with a dial tone.
---
Rachel walked into Breadstix on Thursday at 3:55, looked around and spotted Jesse sitting at a table in the middle of the restaurant, smiling and waving at her. As she approached his table, she saw a flash of blonde over his shoulder. Quinn was sitting at a table close enough that she would be able to hear the conversation, but far enough away that Jesse was unlikely to notice her. She was wearing sunglasses and had a magazine propped up in front of her. If the whole idea didn’t make her slightly uncomfortable Rachel would have laughed at how ridiculous Quinn was acting. She sat down across from Jesse.
“Rachel! I’m so glad you agreed to meet with me. How have you been?”
“Fine, thank you. And yourself?”
“I’ve been great! I keep getting offers from all these fabulous theater programs at schools around the country, I don’t know what to pick!”
Quinn rolled her eyes. God, he was a pompous asshole. She really hated him.
“I’m leaning towards New York or Los Angeles, though Boston and Chicago have some fantastic options as well. It’s all just so exciting, everything I’ve dreamed about is actually coming true. I’m just missing one thing.”
“Hmm? What’s that?”
Jesse looked at her with that intense stare that made her feel like she was the only girl in the world.
“You.”
Quinn clenched her fists, using every bit of restraint she had not to jump Jesse and rip his head off.
Rachel gaped at him. “What?”
“I was wrong to hurt you like that. I was under significant pressure from my team to prove my loyalty to them, when my loyalty should have been to you. I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you. Give me another chance to prove it to you.”
“Jesse, I-“
“Please, Rachel. I miss you like crazy. Remember how great we were together? I know you do. I’m going to be a star, and you could be by my side. Just think, everything you’ve ever wanted. All you have to do is say yes.”
Quinn was seething. How dare he come back here and ask for Rachel’s forgiveness. He used her and broke her heart. He was the worst kind of douchebag, the kind that thinks he’s really a good guy but underneath is a cold, heartless bastard. She was about to get up and rip him a new one when she heard Rachel speak.
“Jesse St. James, how dare you come back here and ask for my forgiveness. You used me and broke my heart. You’re a cocky, obnoxious prick. Six months ago I maybe would have considered your offer, but now? I’m smarter than that. What we had is in the past, it’s history. I’m stronger now, and I know I’m better off without you. Besides, I’m seeing someone else.”
Jesse smirked. “With who? Puck? Finnocence? Mike? I’m better than all of them, baby.”
Baby. He called her baby. That was the last straw for Quinn. No one called her girlfriend baby but her. She stalked over to Jesse’s table.
“Actually, she’s with me. And if you ever call her baby again, I’ll rip your balls off and shove them up your ass. Then you’ll really be able to hit those high notes.”
Jesse’s jaw dropped as Quinn held out her hand to Rachel, who grasped it and stood. Quinn pulled the shorter girl to her and kissed her deeply, possessively, making sure St. James knew Rachel belonged to her. She pulled away and heard Rachel whimper softly. She grinned.
“C’mon baby, let’s go home. St. Asshole here needs some time to process. I think we broke his tiny brain.”
Jesse just stared as the two girls left the restaurant, hands clasped tightly together.