bewitched, bothered, and bewildered [1/3]
Title: bewitched, bothered, and bewildered.
Fandom: Glee; Rachel & Quinn.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee because so far, none of my stories have been filmed.
A/N: Beta'd by spentayearinla . Inspired by an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
I put a spell on you,
Cause you’re mine.
Screamin` Jay Hawkins - I Put A Spell On You
//
“Not good, not good, not good.”
Rachel races down the hallway, her Mary Janes tapping against the tile incessantly while the short brunette seems on the verge of hyperventilating. This was not good, this wasn’t what she needed to be dealing with today; not with Nationals only a month away. Three more steps and seconds later, that a mob of teenage girls comes barreling around the corner, yelling and screaming Rachel’s name and confessions of love while attacking one and other at the same time. Such acts of violence are but aren’t limited to: Punching, slapping, kicking, hair-pulling, biting, clothes ripping, chokeholds, and Rachel was pretty sure Brittany somehow had gotten her hands on a pair of nunchucks.
Rachel knows that she can’t keep running forever, no matter how strict and drastic her workout regiment is so once the tiny brunette gets to the end of the hall, she turns around real quick, putting her hands out in front of her. “Stop! If any one of you want a chance to, um well, au-audition for being my secret female lo-lover-- you will stop right this instant!”
The horde of girls does so, though very reluctantly.
Rachel clears her throat, trying to get her breathing under control. “Look, I know you all think you want to--”
“Bang the shit out of you!” Someone from the crowd supplies helpfully and the voice sounds familiar but Rachel can’t place it. The sentiment earns a bunch of cheers from everyone else and it causes the brunette to straighten out her shoulders a bit.
“-- No. I, well I suppose some of you might have ideas along those lines but I was going to say start some sort of courtship with me and though your state of mind might be affected by outside influences, acting this way will not get you what you want. Namely, me.”
Maybe she’s gotten through to them. Maybe all they needed was some of Rachel Berry’s timeless way of commanding a situation, supernatural forces be damned.
The mob just stares for a moment, totally silent before someone calls out.
“Get her! First three people that manage to hold her down can take turns!”
Rachel lets out a high pitched shriek and starts to run again, turning the corner and heading straight for the choir room. She can feel them gaining on her with every step so when she really reaches the room, she practically dives inside and slams the door shut. The brunette is quick to her feet, instantly locking the door from the inside. Rachel leans against the wood for a second, trying to catch her breath for a second time. It’s not long before multiple sets of fists start banging on the wooden divider, shaking it heavily and it causes Rachel to go right back into freak out mode.
She quickly moves to the piano, gripping onto what free edges she finds and it takes a lot of effort but slowly it beings to move across the tile of the room, sliding inch by inch closer to the door until it’s in position and Rachel had effectively barricaded herself from being repeatedly sexual molested by the female population of Lima High School.
“Berry, what the hell are you doing?”
Rachel freezes, doesn’t even pull in a breath because she doesn’t expect that voice at all. She didn’t expect any voice but certainly not that one. Eyelids drop down and she squeezes them tightly closed.
“Hello, talking to you-- freak on the piano in the muti-colored skirt, can you hear me?” Quinn says with no small amount of venom.
Rachel slowly turns around to see the cheerleader sitting in the top row of chairs, notebook out. Her legs are crossed primly and her eyes are staring with a mixture of interest and boredom that didn’t quite make sense.
“Quinn! What are you doing here?”
“Studying? Mr. Schue said I can use the choir room whenever I want.” The blonde arches a brow in question. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I’m currently being chased by a mob of teenage girls who want to catch me, tie me up and then use my body for a number of perverted things that I don’t care to go into detail about right now but there was a list of them posted on my locker right before everyone completely lost their mind.”
Quinn says nothing, doesn’t even blink an eye until all of a sudden, she closes her notebook and stands up. “Right, well I’m leaving now. So good luck with your delusions or lesbo fantasies-- whichever it is.”
“No, you can’t leave! I can’t open the door because they’re out there!” Rachel says frantically, pushing against the piano enough that it digs almost painfully into her lower back.
The blonde crosses her arms over her chest, notebook held safely inbetween. “Who is out there exactly?”
The brunette bites her lip for a moment before steeling herself, knowing that anything but the truth wouldn’t be helpful in the moment. “The mob of teenage girls that wants to sex me up.” She pauses for a moment before continuing on in an afterthought. “I just told you about them, really Quinn, were you not listening?”
“Cut the bullshit.” Quinn says evenly, moving down the rows of chairs and heading for Rachel and the door.
“There is no bullshit, I promise you.” Rachel says fiercely enough for Quinn to hold in place in front of the brunette and listen to what the other girl was saying. “Look, earlier this month I found out that Tina practices witchcraft. Normally I don’t care what the other Glee members do with their free time as long as it doesn’t endanger our standings at Nationals and Tina assured me that her use of magic wasn’t going to interfere or cost me-- I mean us our title but this time, I found that maybe her powers over the other realm could be of some use to me. I had her cast a spell on me and it’s gone horribly, horribly wrong!”
“You can’t honestly believe I’m going to buy that shit do--”
The cheerleader is interrupted by a fist, holding a sharp pair of scissors, breaking through the small glass window of the door. Instantly voices are heard yelling ‘I love you!’ and ‘No, I love you more. Be with me forever!’ in varying octaves. Rachel lets out another scream and scatters forward, crashing into Quinn, pressing flush against the cheerleader, trying to seek safety there for some reason.
“Get off of me, manhands.” Quinn pushes at the other girl, trying to dislodge Rachel’s hold on her waist but never taking her eyes, now wide, off the door and broken window. After at least a good ten seconds or so, the blonde drops her gaze onto the small brunette holding onto her for dear life. “You aren’t playing with me, are you?”
Rachel shakes her head ‘no‘ and Quinn is about to say something but from outside, someone yells ‘Why are you touching that bitch? She doesn’t treat you right, not like I would! Why are you picking her over me, I can’t let you do that, Rachel-- I can’t! We have to get rid of her, Rachel!’ and all of a sudden the slamming against the door intensifies.
Quinn’s eyes narrow on Rachel. “Thanks for dumping this shit on me, Berry. Now I have to escape from being chopped up by dykes in heat.”
“It wasn’t suppose to work like this!” Rachel insists.
The blonde girl finally is able to push the diva off of her, shoving her a step away. “Oh really, you didn’t ask Tina to make you the belle of the ball for every girl in Lima? Was that the only way you figured any guys would want you?”
“That’s not what I asked for nor was that my intention at all, for your information.” Rachel seems offended but keeps her chin high. “Besides, not every girl in Lima is after me, unless you are very understated in your pursuit of me.”
“Don’t say stuff like that, it makes me sick to my stomach.”
“As helpful as that is, what are we going to do? We won’t survive in here for long without food and water and my survival is of the utmost importance.” The brunette nods in agreement with herself, shifting her weight back and forth and looking to the other girl for some kind of answer though not sure why Quinn would have one.
“Does the spell have some sort of expiration date?” Quinn asks, eyes searching Rachel’s face.
“No, not that I was made aware of.”
The blonde nods, moving around Rachel and taking hold of the piano. “Oh, well then I’m offering you as a sacrifice then.”
“Quinn!” Rachel squeaks out, turning around.
“They want you, not me.” Quinn keeps her hold but doesn’t start to move the large instrument yet. “And hey, who knows, maybe you’ll like it. Having all those fans worshipping you and your bod-- and that’s where I let the thought go before I start getting mental images.”
“I veto this plan.” Rachel says with fire.
“You can’t veto my plan, it’s not up for discussion.”
The diva stomps her foot. “Veto!”
“No dice, Streisand.” The blonde finally starts to try and move the piano.
“Stop!” When Quinn showed no signs of stopping, Rachel looks around frantically for a moment before an idea seemingly comes to her. “If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me!”
“Yeah, good luck with that. Hey ladies, you can have her. I promise she’s all yo--”
That’s all Quinn gets out before Rachel’s hands grip her, turning her around and crashing their lips together. The blonde is frozen with fear, and surprise, and probably a few more different emotions while Rachel kisses her long and hard. It takes Quinn a good fifteen seconds before her brain kicks in and she pushes Rachel away from her.
The two girls just stare at one and other for a long moment, shouts of ‘You let her kiss you!’ and ‘I’m going to rip that cheerleader bitch’s head off!’ acting as humming static in the background.
“What the fuck, Berry.” Quinn finally spits out.
“If they get in here, they are coming for the both of us now. It seems you might want to make a change in your plan if you want to make it out of our little predicament alive.” Rachel seems overly flustered, cheeks a bright red but she still wraps the words in her usual lofty tone.
“I swear to God.” The blonde stares at the other girl hard, face tight with anger. “If we get out of this alive, I’m murdering your ass so hard.”
Rachel feels like some of her composure is returning, her back straightening out. “Yes well, your lesbo fantasies aside, Quinn. How are we going to get out of here?”
Quinn looks over to the door which is more than beaten, watches as every violent slam shakes the hinges. She thinks hard, her face focused and intense for a second before it comes to her and with a growl, she grabs onto the other girl’s wrist harshly and starts pulling her over to Mr. Schuester’s office.
“Where are we goi--” Rachel cuts herself off when Quinn shoves open the door, reveling a tiny office with a decently sized window letting sunlight filter in. “Oh.”
Parts: One / Two / Three
Fandom: Glee; Rachel & Quinn.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee because so far, none of my stories have been filmed.
A/N: Beta'd by spentayearinla . Inspired by an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
I put a spell on you,
Cause you’re mine.
Screamin` Jay Hawkins - I Put A Spell On You
//
“Not good, not good, not good.”
Rachel races down the hallway, her Mary Janes tapping against the tile incessantly while the short brunette seems on the verge of hyperventilating. This was not good, this wasn’t what she needed to be dealing with today; not with Nationals only a month away. Three more steps and seconds later, that a mob of teenage girls comes barreling around the corner, yelling and screaming Rachel’s name and confessions of love while attacking one and other at the same time. Such acts of violence are but aren’t limited to: Punching, slapping, kicking, hair-pulling, biting, clothes ripping, chokeholds, and Rachel was pretty sure Brittany somehow had gotten her hands on a pair of nunchucks.
Rachel knows that she can’t keep running forever, no matter how strict and drastic her workout regiment is so once the tiny brunette gets to the end of the hall, she turns around real quick, putting her hands out in front of her. “Stop! If any one of you want a chance to, um well, au-audition for being my secret female lo-lover-- you will stop right this instant!”
The horde of girls does so, though very reluctantly.
Rachel clears her throat, trying to get her breathing under control. “Look, I know you all think you want to--”
“Bang the shit out of you!” Someone from the crowd supplies helpfully and the voice sounds familiar but Rachel can’t place it. The sentiment earns a bunch of cheers from everyone else and it causes the brunette to straighten out her shoulders a bit.
“-- No. I, well I suppose some of you might have ideas along those lines but I was going to say start some sort of courtship with me and though your state of mind might be affected by outside influences, acting this way will not get you what you want. Namely, me.”
Maybe she’s gotten through to them. Maybe all they needed was some of Rachel Berry’s timeless way of commanding a situation, supernatural forces be damned.
The mob just stares for a moment, totally silent before someone calls out.
“Get her! First three people that manage to hold her down can take turns!”
Rachel lets out a high pitched shriek and starts to run again, turning the corner and heading straight for the choir room. She can feel them gaining on her with every step so when she really reaches the room, she practically dives inside and slams the door shut. The brunette is quick to her feet, instantly locking the door from the inside. Rachel leans against the wood for a second, trying to catch her breath for a second time. It’s not long before multiple sets of fists start banging on the wooden divider, shaking it heavily and it causes Rachel to go right back into freak out mode.
She quickly moves to the piano, gripping onto what free edges she finds and it takes a lot of effort but slowly it beings to move across the tile of the room, sliding inch by inch closer to the door until it’s in position and Rachel had effectively barricaded herself from being repeatedly sexual molested by the female population of Lima High School.
“Berry, what the hell are you doing?”
Rachel freezes, doesn’t even pull in a breath because she doesn’t expect that voice at all. She didn’t expect any voice but certainly not that one. Eyelids drop down and she squeezes them tightly closed.
“Hello, talking to you-- freak on the piano in the muti-colored skirt, can you hear me?” Quinn says with no small amount of venom.
Rachel slowly turns around to see the cheerleader sitting in the top row of chairs, notebook out. Her legs are crossed primly and her eyes are staring with a mixture of interest and boredom that didn’t quite make sense.
“Quinn! What are you doing here?”
“Studying? Mr. Schue said I can use the choir room whenever I want.” The blonde arches a brow in question. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I’m currently being chased by a mob of teenage girls who want to catch me, tie me up and then use my body for a number of perverted things that I don’t care to go into detail about right now but there was a list of them posted on my locker right before everyone completely lost their mind.”
Quinn says nothing, doesn’t even blink an eye until all of a sudden, she closes her notebook and stands up. “Right, well I’m leaving now. So good luck with your delusions or lesbo fantasies-- whichever it is.”
“No, you can’t leave! I can’t open the door because they’re out there!” Rachel says frantically, pushing against the piano enough that it digs almost painfully into her lower back.
The blonde crosses her arms over her chest, notebook held safely inbetween. “Who is out there exactly?”
The brunette bites her lip for a moment before steeling herself, knowing that anything but the truth wouldn’t be helpful in the moment. “The mob of teenage girls that wants to sex me up.” She pauses for a moment before continuing on in an afterthought. “I just told you about them, really Quinn, were you not listening?”
“Cut the bullshit.” Quinn says evenly, moving down the rows of chairs and heading for Rachel and the door.
“There is no bullshit, I promise you.” Rachel says fiercely enough for Quinn to hold in place in front of the brunette and listen to what the other girl was saying. “Look, earlier this month I found out that Tina practices witchcraft. Normally I don’t care what the other Glee members do with their free time as long as it doesn’t endanger our standings at Nationals and Tina assured me that her use of magic wasn’t going to interfere or cost me-- I mean us our title but this time, I found that maybe her powers over the other realm could be of some use to me. I had her cast a spell on me and it’s gone horribly, horribly wrong!”
“You can’t honestly believe I’m going to buy that shit do--”
The cheerleader is interrupted by a fist, holding a sharp pair of scissors, breaking through the small glass window of the door. Instantly voices are heard yelling ‘I love you!’ and ‘No, I love you more. Be with me forever!’ in varying octaves. Rachel lets out another scream and scatters forward, crashing into Quinn, pressing flush against the cheerleader, trying to seek safety there for some reason.
“Get off of me, manhands.” Quinn pushes at the other girl, trying to dislodge Rachel’s hold on her waist but never taking her eyes, now wide, off the door and broken window. After at least a good ten seconds or so, the blonde drops her gaze onto the small brunette holding onto her for dear life. “You aren’t playing with me, are you?”
Rachel shakes her head ‘no‘ and Quinn is about to say something but from outside, someone yells ‘Why are you touching that bitch? She doesn’t treat you right, not like I would! Why are you picking her over me, I can’t let you do that, Rachel-- I can’t! We have to get rid of her, Rachel!’ and all of a sudden the slamming against the door intensifies.
Quinn’s eyes narrow on Rachel. “Thanks for dumping this shit on me, Berry. Now I have to escape from being chopped up by dykes in heat.”
“It wasn’t suppose to work like this!” Rachel insists.
The blonde girl finally is able to push the diva off of her, shoving her a step away. “Oh really, you didn’t ask Tina to make you the belle of the ball for every girl in Lima? Was that the only way you figured any guys would want you?”
“That’s not what I asked for nor was that my intention at all, for your information.” Rachel seems offended but keeps her chin high. “Besides, not every girl in Lima is after me, unless you are very understated in your pursuit of me.”
“Don’t say stuff like that, it makes me sick to my stomach.”
“As helpful as that is, what are we going to do? We won’t survive in here for long without food and water and my survival is of the utmost importance.” The brunette nods in agreement with herself, shifting her weight back and forth and looking to the other girl for some kind of answer though not sure why Quinn would have one.
“Does the spell have some sort of expiration date?” Quinn asks, eyes searching Rachel’s face.
“No, not that I was made aware of.”
The blonde nods, moving around Rachel and taking hold of the piano. “Oh, well then I’m offering you as a sacrifice then.”
“Quinn!” Rachel squeaks out, turning around.
“They want you, not me.” Quinn keeps her hold but doesn’t start to move the large instrument yet. “And hey, who knows, maybe you’ll like it. Having all those fans worshipping you and your bod-- and that’s where I let the thought go before I start getting mental images.”
“I veto this plan.” Rachel says with fire.
“You can’t veto my plan, it’s not up for discussion.”
The diva stomps her foot. “Veto!”
“No dice, Streisand.” The blonde finally starts to try and move the piano.
“Stop!” When Quinn showed no signs of stopping, Rachel looks around frantically for a moment before an idea seemingly comes to her. “If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me!”
“Yeah, good luck with that. Hey ladies, you can have her. I promise she’s all yo--”
That’s all Quinn gets out before Rachel’s hands grip her, turning her around and crashing their lips together. The blonde is frozen with fear, and surprise, and probably a few more different emotions while Rachel kisses her long and hard. It takes Quinn a good fifteen seconds before her brain kicks in and she pushes Rachel away from her.
The two girls just stare at one and other for a long moment, shouts of ‘You let her kiss you!’ and ‘I’m going to rip that cheerleader bitch’s head off!’ acting as humming static in the background.
“What the fuck, Berry.” Quinn finally spits out.
“If they get in here, they are coming for the both of us now. It seems you might want to make a change in your plan if you want to make it out of our little predicament alive.” Rachel seems overly flustered, cheeks a bright red but she still wraps the words in her usual lofty tone.
“I swear to God.” The blonde stares at the other girl hard, face tight with anger. “If we get out of this alive, I’m murdering your ass so hard.”
Rachel feels like some of her composure is returning, her back straightening out. “Yes well, your lesbo fantasies aside, Quinn. How are we going to get out of here?”
Quinn looks over to the door which is more than beaten, watches as every violent slam shakes the hinges. She thinks hard, her face focused and intense for a second before it comes to her and with a growl, she grabs onto the other girl’s wrist harshly and starts pulling her over to Mr. Schuester’s office.
“Where are we goi--” Rachel cuts herself off when Quinn shoves open the door, reveling a tiny office with a decently sized window letting sunlight filter in. “Oh.”
Parts: One / Two / Three