bewitched, bothered, and bewildered. [3/3]
Title: bewitched, bothered, and bewildered. [3/3]
Fandom: Glee; Rachel & Quinn.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee because so far, none of my stories have been filmed.
A/N: 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
//
“Alright, does everyone understand the plan?”
Kurt had spent a seemingly forever long twenty minutes doing some research on the internet about love spells and magic based on what Rachel told him about how Tina had performed her spell. The petite boy actually racked up a good amount of information, some of which explained why Quinn wasn’t affected. From what he could find, there were two main reasons why the spell wouldn’t have worked on the blonde. The first was she already felt the emotion the magic was meant to instill in her thus all the energy bounced right off of her and effected every other girl or the item used (one of Quinn’s hair ties) caused an immunity. One withering look from the cheerleader had everyone agreeing it was the latter of the two.
Both girls nod their understanding of the plan, eyes focused everywhere but one and other. Finn on the other hand is standing near the stairs looking like a kid who was just called on in class and had no clue what the answer to the question was and it causes Kurt to let out a tattered sigh. Rachel had been unusually quiet since her admission, only answering questions Kurt asked her in as few words as possible and even now she stands off to the side and watches passively.
“This the last time I’m going to explain it, Finn. We wait any longer and they’re going to break down that door. This may not come as a surprise, but the thought of being enveloped by a sea of girls isn‘t a happy one for me.” Kurt shakes his head, trying to refocus his thoughts. “Now, the girls and I are going to slip out the window over there. While the girls sneak back to the school, I’m goin--”
“Why are they going to the school again?” Finn interrupts with what he thinks is a valid question but it’s clear Kurt doesn’t feel the same.
“Because my research states that a spell can only be broken in the same location it was cast and since Tina worked her magic in the school’s library, that’s where they need to be.” The petite boy’s tone is brisk. “So while the girls sneak back to the school, I’m going to make my way to Tina’s since--
“Isn’t she in the girl mob?”
Kurt doesn‘t seem to take this second interruption as lightly. “Finn, honey, interrupt me again and I will scratch that pretty boy face of yours beyond recognition. I told you that the webpage said the spell‘s caster is immune to the magic and since she‘s not answering her phone, I‘m going to have to take a chance and go to her house to bring little miss real life Elphaba to the library.”
There was a pause where Kurt waited to be interrupted but when it never came, he continues on with the plan.
“While we’re doing this, you’ll text Brittany a false location for the girl mob to go rampage through which will buy us time and also get the crazies out of my house.” Kurt stands up, closing his laptop before looking back over to the taller boy. “So what are you going to do Finn?”
“Text Brittany.” Finn answers with more uncertainty than he should.
“And you are going to text her what?”
“A fake location that isn’t the school or Tina’s.” At the look Kurt gives him, he continues. “And that is believable and not something like Disney World or Outer Space.”
“Good boy.” The petite boy says before looking to Rachel and Quinn. “You two ready?”
For the first time in almost half an hour, Quinn finally looks at Rachel and the two boys try to ignore the charge in the air (it’s not an easy feat). The brunette girl looks ashamed and like she wants to say something but Quinn beats her to it, ending the moment as she moves to the window.
“Let’s go.”
//
The plan seems to work because neither girl notices a screaming horde behind them as they move down the sidewalk, their pace hurried. It’s been silent since sneaking out of Kurt’s basement and it’s really starting to eat away at the brunette girl who has a bounce in her step signaling pent up energy and words. Her hands are clasped in front of her, and her eyes are on Quinn despite all efforts to keep them locked to the ground. None of this would have happened if she had just kept repressing all her feelings for the cheerleader which had been her initial plan and it had been working for a long time. But then she walked in on Tina doing her witching thing and the notion sprang to life that maybe there was a chance she could have Quinn and well, things sort of ran away from her after that.
Rachel can’t contain herself anymore when they turn the corner, picking up her speed so that she’s directly beside the other girl, matching step for step.
“Quinn.” When the blonde doesn‘t say anything, it prompts Rachel to continue. “Listen, I know you might be--”
“Just shut it, Berry.” Quinn interrupts, eyes locked straight ahead and face blank. “We are not going to be talking about this.”
“I believe it’d be for the best if we did. Nothing ever gets solved by bottling emotions, things need to be talked out so understanding can be accomplished.”
Rachel nods in agreement with herself which seems to spark some sort of feeling in the blonde next to her who stops all of a sudden. Her eyes are narrowed and piercing, staring at the diva who slowly stops and turns around, looking the appropriate mixture of fearful and confused. Rachel’s not sure what to say but luckily (or unluckily she’d come to find out) Quinn did have some words to fill the awkward space.
“Why talk things out when you can just use magic right?” The cheerleader says, every syllable laced with frost.
Rachel looks embarrassed, biting her lip and dropping her gaze. “I made a mistake.”
“You were going to use magic to force me to God knows what, be your love slave or something and you’re only sorry now because it didn’t work and you got yourself into a huge fucking mess.” Quinn sums everything up quite nicely.
“That’s not true, look I was--”
“Doesn’t matter,” Quinn interrupts again, starting off again and moving past the brunette. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Rachel doesn‘t move for a second before coming to life and following the blonde, pleading and hitting a vulnerable note. “Please?”
“No.”
“Quinn, please?” The brunette stays steadfast but it only seems to aggravate Quinn even more.
“Say please again and I’m going to smack the shit out of you. How about that?”
This keeps the word on the tip of Rachel’s tongue, locked behind a barricade of teeth. The two girls continue to head towards the school but while Quinn’s quickly reverted back to minutes before, the diva takes her phone out and seems to be texting frantically. It’s moments later that that Quinn can feel her phone vibrating against her collarbone and she instantly shoots Rachel a murderous look before pulling the compact device out that had been resting in her bra.
‘I’d like to request that we continue this conversation in the most polite way I can without using certain choice words usually commonplace when asking courteously’
The brunette wisely picks up her speed to get away from Quinn at that point.
//
“Cohen-Chang, you will open this door right now.”
Kurt’s been pounding on Tina’s door for a good ten minutes now and no one is answering. There are cars in the driveway which signals that people are in fact home but either they have a large tolerance for people banging on their door or miraculously they don’t hear him. It’s another three sharp knocks against the wooden frame before something catches his attention from his peripheral. The second he looks over to the window, he sees a flash of Tina’s face before she disappears back behind the cloth barrier.
“I see you peeking through the window!” He calls out, pointing towards the window before continuing. “I know you’re home and if you don’t open the door in the next five seconds, you better believe there is no magic in the world that is going to protect you from me when I finally give my claws in you.”
He gets to four and a half before he can hear various unlocking noises and Tina’s face appears in the crack made from opening the door. Kurt looks unimpressed while the Asian girl stares at him nervously.
“I didn’t want to do it, she was black mailing me.” Tina says outright, putting her cards on the table.
“I figured as much but now we have to put the band aid on it and making everything all better before the female population of Lima High School kills our chance at Nationals.” The petite boy shakes his head, pushing at the door forcefully and taking a step inside. “So come on, grab your magic wand or whatever and let’s go.”
Tina seems insulted, taking a step back. “I don’t use a wand.”
“Details, sweetheart, unnecessary details. We’re wasting time.”
//
Rachel is sitting at one of the tables, forehead against the wooden surface, arms sheltering the sides of her face from the rest of the world. Quinn is pacing back and forth in various speeds, every once and letting her jade eyes stray over towards the brunette. They had gotten to the library about ten minutes ago and as of five minutes ago, it’s just the two of them now. The diva is sitting there, trying to figure out what she’s going to do if they manage to get out of her mess alive. She’s trying to figure out how she’ll cope with the fact that now Quinn knows how she really feels, and now the girl has real ammunition to cut down with.
“Why do you like me?”
The cheerleader’s voice hit’s the air around her and cuts through the quiet, causing Rachel to lift her head instantly. She’s not quite sure if she actually believes she heard Quinn ask that specific question, or if that exposed tone it was asked in was really real.
“What?” The brunette asks, eyes wide.
“I didn’t stutter.“ Quinn says with a bit of an edge before easing off. “Why do you like me… you know, like me in that way?”
Rachel seems to be searching for words which would be a first. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Quinn arches a fine brow.
“I mean I do but-- it’s complicated.” The brunette pushes a few strands of hair behind her ear, looking away. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about it.”
“Changed my mind. Anyway I thought you did.“ The cheerleader answers right back, learning against a bookshelf, never taking her eyes off of Rachel.
“I do!”
Quinn crosses her arms. “So what’s complicated about it?”
“Everything. Everything is complicated about it.” Rachel says with conviction. “You hate me.”
“Yeah?” The blonde weakly allows.
The diva finally turns her attention back onto Quinn, let‘s their eyes lock. She ignores the hint of something unknown she finds in the jade in favor of speaking. “Yeah. And that makes it complicated because I should hate you too. You’re not very nice and you’re always saying hurtful stuff to me but…”
“But.” Quinn prompts.
“But I don’t and that’s frustrating because of how you feel about me. Every day it gets more and more frustrating! You hate me and all I can feel in the pit of my stomach is butterflies, not disgust. You want to slushie my face… all I want to do to yours is kiss it.“
It’s at this point that Rachel pushes her chair away from the table and stands up. Quinn takes a step back, assuming the brunette was going to come her way but instead Rachel starts wandering towards the check out counter. A fingertip grazes a line against the smooth surface of the counter, russet eyes following the motion while words absently spilled forth.
“At first I was going to wish it away but then I saw you walking down the hallway and I was weak, and I just wanted to know what it’d be like to have you feel the same way.” The brunette pauses for a second, looking over to Quinn. “I was going to get Tina to undo it after a little while and I promise I wasn’t going to use you as a love slave. I just wanted to go out on a date. Dinner and showtunes, maybe a late night duet.”
“So you were planning on torturing me then.” The blonde jokes, trying to lighten the mood and the weight sinking in her stomach caused by other girl‘s admission but at Rachel‘s stricken expression, Quinn continues. “Look, I--”
“Berry, get your hot ass over here.”
Rachel and Quinn look to the library entrance at the same time to see a slightly deranged looking Santana Lopez standing there with nothing but pure lust in her eyes. She’s focused entirely on Rachel and the blonde is pretty sure the newly arrived girl is foaming at the mouth.
“You gotta be kidding me.” Quinn mutters, apparently loud enough for the brunette cheerleader to hear.
“I’ll tell you what Q, only because we’ve been friends for so long.“ Santana begins to slowly creep towards them, talking to Quinn but never looking away from Rachel. “I’m going to give you the chance to leave and as long as you stay away from my woman, I won’t have to tear your head off.”
The blonde is unconvinced, looking at her friend. “Stay away from your woman? Did the magic make you that stupid?”
“She’s mine! She loves me!” Santana says with confidence, violently turning her attention to Quinn and stepping the blonde’s way.
“Quinn.” Rachel cuts in, edging towards the door. “I think maybe right now would be a paramount time to run.”
“No!”
The taller brunette turns around instantly and closes the distance between her and the exit, causing Rachel to scream and run the other way towards Quinn. That apparently didn’t set well with Santana who turns around again and runs full speed at the blonde cheerleader, knocking them both to the ground. They struggle back and forth with hair pulling but Quinn manages to toss Santana off of her. She only has time to breath for a second when she gets to her feet before the other girl grabs onto her ponytail from behind and yanks the blonde harshly to the ground.
“I told you to back off, bitch!” Santana yells down at Quinn.
Rachel stands to the side helplessly. “Quinn!”
“That fucking hurt.” The blonde groans out, rubbing the back of her head. “It’s cool, Berry, it’s not the first time she’s tried to kill me.”
Santana is still hovering over Quinn and she’s about to attack again but Rachel calls out and interrupts her.
“Santana, stop! Please!”
“She’s in the way, Berry, can’t you see?” The taller brunette pleads, desperation drenching her words. “I have to get rid of her.”
“You don’t really want me, you’re just under a spell is all and if you would just pause for a second in your aggressive endeavor to win me over, we could figure out how to fix things!”
Santana pauses at Rachel’s words and the whole room is still for a moment. The diva thinks that maybe she’s gotten through but then Santana looks over to the other brunette, eyes dangerously narrowed.
“So you're saying this is all a game?”
“A game?” Rachel squeaks out. “I... No!”
“You make me feel this way, and then you reject me?” Santana straightens out, taking a threatening step towards Rachel. “What am I, a toy?”
The second the taller brunette takes another step, Quinn lurches forward and grabs onto one of her legs, pulling the other girl off balance and causing Santana to fall to the floor. Santana is back on the blonde in less than a second, hands wrapped tight around Quinn’s neck.
“Let go of her!” Rachel screams, moving over and trying to pry Santana away.
This is the scene Kurt and Tina walk in on, Rachel screaming at Santana while the girl tries to choke the life out of Quinn. The two newcomers just stand there for a moment, hypnotized by what they are witnessing.
“Wow.” Kurt breathes out and somehow Rachel hears it over the commotion in the room.
The diva jumps up and run over towards the Asian girl, grabbing onto Tina’s sleeve and speaking hysterically. “Tina, please, fix it! Hurry before she kills her!”
Tina quickly holds out her free arm, her voice commanding.
“With these words, let this spell be reversed!”
All the lights in the room dim for a second before going back to full power and just like that, Santana’s grip on Quinn’s neck loosens and the tall brunette seems highly unfocused.
“What… what the fuck happened?” Santana says, hands leaving Quinn as she scrambles backwards.
Quinn takes in long gasps of air, face red. As Rachel runs to her side, she manages to get out: “We were arguing about celebrity gossip and things got out of hand.”
Kurt is just staring at Tina, completely flabbergasted.
“That’s it? Really?” His tone is incredulous. “Just ‘with these words’ and it’s over?”
“I didn’t write the spell…” Tina says defensively.
“Whatever. I’m going home.”
Kurt struts right back out of the room as if he hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary and Tina follows behind leaving the library’s original occupants staring at one and other. Santana is standing in the middle of the room, hugging herself while Rachel is helping Quinn to her feet.
“Why are we in the library?” Santana says, looking like she is trying to remember what all just happened. “Were we in the library… before?”
“Why don’t you go outside by my car, S, I’ll give you a ride home and explain everything.” Quinn says, and maybe it’s the consideration in her tone that gets the other cheerleader to leave without argument but she does so and very quickly three becomes two.
Rachel finally lets go of the blonde, taking a step or two backwards.
“Look Quinn, I know I screwed everything up and--”
“I feel the same way about you.” The cheerleader interrupts, catching Rachel completely off guard.
The brunette stands there with her mouth open, trying to come up with a response but has to settle for an articulate: “What?”
“I mean, I don’t think I’m in love with you or whatever but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel something… like you feel for me.” Quinn keeps her eyes on Rachel. “Like the tiniest bit ever.”
“So that’s why the spell didn’t work on you.”
The blonde shakes her head, a hand gingerly placed at the base of her neck and against the tender muscle there. “Or maybe it was because of the hair tie. I don’t know-- I just thought I should tell you since you told me.”
Rachel nods before asking: “What does this mean?”
“I really don’t know.” Quinn responses tiredly. “I need to go home and sleep on everything. It‘s kind of been a fucking crazy day.”
“Okay.”
“But know if you ever try and cast a spell on me again, I will end your life, Berry.” The blonde shoots Rachel a very serious look.
“I understand.” The brunette states just as gravely. “Now that I know you feel the same way about me, there is no need for the occult, I will pursue you in natural ways and over time, your love for me will continue to grow and blossom.”
All Quinn can do is stare at the other girl for a few long moments before letting out a small laugh and starting towards the exit.
“Lets go, freakshow, I’ll give you a ride home.”
END.
//
Optional ending: And two days later, everyone found out Brittany was a vampire slayer after a late night choir practice.
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: 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
//
“Alright, does everyone understand the plan?”
Kurt had spent a seemingly forever long twenty minutes doing some research on the internet about love spells and magic based on what Rachel told him about how Tina had performed her spell. The petite boy actually racked up a good amount of information, some of which explained why Quinn wasn’t affected. From what he could find, there were two main reasons why the spell wouldn’t have worked on the blonde. The first was she already felt the emotion the magic was meant to instill in her thus all the energy bounced right off of her and effected every other girl or the item used (one of Quinn’s hair ties) caused an immunity. One withering look from the cheerleader had everyone agreeing it was the latter of the two.
Both girls nod their understanding of the plan, eyes focused everywhere but one and other. Finn on the other hand is standing near the stairs looking like a kid who was just called on in class and had no clue what the answer to the question was and it causes Kurt to let out a tattered sigh. Rachel had been unusually quiet since her admission, only answering questions Kurt asked her in as few words as possible and even now she stands off to the side and watches passively.
“This the last time I’m going to explain it, Finn. We wait any longer and they’re going to break down that door. This may not come as a surprise, but the thought of being enveloped by a sea of girls isn‘t a happy one for me.” Kurt shakes his head, trying to refocus his thoughts. “Now, the girls and I are going to slip out the window over there. While the girls sneak back to the school, I’m goin--”
“Why are they going to the school again?” Finn interrupts with what he thinks is a valid question but it’s clear Kurt doesn’t feel the same.
“Because my research states that a spell can only be broken in the same location it was cast and since Tina worked her magic in the school’s library, that’s where they need to be.” The petite boy’s tone is brisk. “So while the girls sneak back to the school, I’m going to make my way to Tina’s since--
“Isn’t she in the girl mob?”
Kurt doesn‘t seem to take this second interruption as lightly. “Finn, honey, interrupt me again and I will scratch that pretty boy face of yours beyond recognition. I told you that the webpage said the spell‘s caster is immune to the magic and since she‘s not answering her phone, I‘m going to have to take a chance and go to her house to bring little miss real life Elphaba to the library.”
There was a pause where Kurt waited to be interrupted but when it never came, he continues on with the plan.
“While we’re doing this, you’ll text Brittany a false location for the girl mob to go rampage through which will buy us time and also get the crazies out of my house.” Kurt stands up, closing his laptop before looking back over to the taller boy. “So what are you going to do Finn?”
“Text Brittany.” Finn answers with more uncertainty than he should.
“And you are going to text her what?”
“A fake location that isn’t the school or Tina’s.” At the look Kurt gives him, he continues. “And that is believable and not something like Disney World or Outer Space.”
“Good boy.” The petite boy says before looking to Rachel and Quinn. “You two ready?”
For the first time in almost half an hour, Quinn finally looks at Rachel and the two boys try to ignore the charge in the air (it’s not an easy feat). The brunette girl looks ashamed and like she wants to say something but Quinn beats her to it, ending the moment as she moves to the window.
“Let’s go.”
//
The plan seems to work because neither girl notices a screaming horde behind them as they move down the sidewalk, their pace hurried. It’s been silent since sneaking out of Kurt’s basement and it’s really starting to eat away at the brunette girl who has a bounce in her step signaling pent up energy and words. Her hands are clasped in front of her, and her eyes are on Quinn despite all efforts to keep them locked to the ground. None of this would have happened if she had just kept repressing all her feelings for the cheerleader which had been her initial plan and it had been working for a long time. But then she walked in on Tina doing her witching thing and the notion sprang to life that maybe there was a chance she could have Quinn and well, things sort of ran away from her after that.
Rachel can’t contain herself anymore when they turn the corner, picking up her speed so that she’s directly beside the other girl, matching step for step.
“Quinn.” When the blonde doesn‘t say anything, it prompts Rachel to continue. “Listen, I know you might be--”
“Just shut it, Berry.” Quinn interrupts, eyes locked straight ahead and face blank. “We are not going to be talking about this.”
“I believe it’d be for the best if we did. Nothing ever gets solved by bottling emotions, things need to be talked out so understanding can be accomplished.”
Rachel nods in agreement with herself which seems to spark some sort of feeling in the blonde next to her who stops all of a sudden. Her eyes are narrowed and piercing, staring at the diva who slowly stops and turns around, looking the appropriate mixture of fearful and confused. Rachel’s not sure what to say but luckily (or unluckily she’d come to find out) Quinn did have some words to fill the awkward space.
“Why talk things out when you can just use magic right?” The cheerleader says, every syllable laced with frost.
Rachel looks embarrassed, biting her lip and dropping her gaze. “I made a mistake.”
“You were going to use magic to force me to God knows what, be your love slave or something and you’re only sorry now because it didn’t work and you got yourself into a huge fucking mess.” Quinn sums everything up quite nicely.
“That’s not true, look I was--”
“Doesn’t matter,” Quinn interrupts again, starting off again and moving past the brunette. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Rachel doesn‘t move for a second before coming to life and following the blonde, pleading and hitting a vulnerable note. “Please?”
“No.”
“Quinn, please?” The brunette stays steadfast but it only seems to aggravate Quinn even more.
“Say please again and I’m going to smack the shit out of you. How about that?”
This keeps the word on the tip of Rachel’s tongue, locked behind a barricade of teeth. The two girls continue to head towards the school but while Quinn’s quickly reverted back to minutes before, the diva takes her phone out and seems to be texting frantically. It’s moments later that that Quinn can feel her phone vibrating against her collarbone and she instantly shoots Rachel a murderous look before pulling the compact device out that had been resting in her bra.
‘I’d like to request that we continue this conversation in the most polite way I can without using certain choice words usually commonplace when asking courteously’
The brunette wisely picks up her speed to get away from Quinn at that point.
//
“Cohen-Chang, you will open this door right now.”
Kurt’s been pounding on Tina’s door for a good ten minutes now and no one is answering. There are cars in the driveway which signals that people are in fact home but either they have a large tolerance for people banging on their door or miraculously they don’t hear him. It’s another three sharp knocks against the wooden frame before something catches his attention from his peripheral. The second he looks over to the window, he sees a flash of Tina’s face before she disappears back behind the cloth barrier.
“I see you peeking through the window!” He calls out, pointing towards the window before continuing. “I know you’re home and if you don’t open the door in the next five seconds, you better believe there is no magic in the world that is going to protect you from me when I finally give my claws in you.”
He gets to four and a half before he can hear various unlocking noises and Tina’s face appears in the crack made from opening the door. Kurt looks unimpressed while the Asian girl stares at him nervously.
“I didn’t want to do it, she was black mailing me.” Tina says outright, putting her cards on the table.
“I figured as much but now we have to put the band aid on it and making everything all better before the female population of Lima High School kills our chance at Nationals.” The petite boy shakes his head, pushing at the door forcefully and taking a step inside. “So come on, grab your magic wand or whatever and let’s go.”
Tina seems insulted, taking a step back. “I don’t use a wand.”
“Details, sweetheart, unnecessary details. We’re wasting time.”
//
Rachel is sitting at one of the tables, forehead against the wooden surface, arms sheltering the sides of her face from the rest of the world. Quinn is pacing back and forth in various speeds, every once and letting her jade eyes stray over towards the brunette. They had gotten to the library about ten minutes ago and as of five minutes ago, it’s just the two of them now. The diva is sitting there, trying to figure out what she’s going to do if they manage to get out of her mess alive. She’s trying to figure out how she’ll cope with the fact that now Quinn knows how she really feels, and now the girl has real ammunition to cut down with.
“Why do you like me?”
The cheerleader’s voice hit’s the air around her and cuts through the quiet, causing Rachel to lift her head instantly. She’s not quite sure if she actually believes she heard Quinn ask that specific question, or if that exposed tone it was asked in was really real.
“What?” The brunette asks, eyes wide.
“I didn’t stutter.“ Quinn says with a bit of an edge before easing off. “Why do you like me… you know, like me in that way?”
Rachel seems to be searching for words which would be a first. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Quinn arches a fine brow.
“I mean I do but-- it’s complicated.” The brunette pushes a few strands of hair behind her ear, looking away. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about it.”
“Changed my mind. Anyway I thought you did.“ The cheerleader answers right back, learning against a bookshelf, never taking her eyes off of Rachel.
“I do!”
Quinn crosses her arms. “So what’s complicated about it?”
“Everything. Everything is complicated about it.” Rachel says with conviction. “You hate me.”
“Yeah?” The blonde weakly allows.
The diva finally turns her attention back onto Quinn, let‘s their eyes lock. She ignores the hint of something unknown she finds in the jade in favor of speaking. “Yeah. And that makes it complicated because I should hate you too. You’re not very nice and you’re always saying hurtful stuff to me but…”
“But.” Quinn prompts.
“But I don’t and that’s frustrating because of how you feel about me. Every day it gets more and more frustrating! You hate me and all I can feel in the pit of my stomach is butterflies, not disgust. You want to slushie my face… all I want to do to yours is kiss it.“
It’s at this point that Rachel pushes her chair away from the table and stands up. Quinn takes a step back, assuming the brunette was going to come her way but instead Rachel starts wandering towards the check out counter. A fingertip grazes a line against the smooth surface of the counter, russet eyes following the motion while words absently spilled forth.
“At first I was going to wish it away but then I saw you walking down the hallway and I was weak, and I just wanted to know what it’d be like to have you feel the same way.” The brunette pauses for a second, looking over to Quinn. “I was going to get Tina to undo it after a little while and I promise I wasn’t going to use you as a love slave. I just wanted to go out on a date. Dinner and showtunes, maybe a late night duet.”
“So you were planning on torturing me then.” The blonde jokes, trying to lighten the mood and the weight sinking in her stomach caused by other girl‘s admission but at Rachel‘s stricken expression, Quinn continues. “Look, I--”
“Berry, get your hot ass over here.”
Rachel and Quinn look to the library entrance at the same time to see a slightly deranged looking Santana Lopez standing there with nothing but pure lust in her eyes. She’s focused entirely on Rachel and the blonde is pretty sure the newly arrived girl is foaming at the mouth.
“You gotta be kidding me.” Quinn mutters, apparently loud enough for the brunette cheerleader to hear.
“I’ll tell you what Q, only because we’ve been friends for so long.“ Santana begins to slowly creep towards them, talking to Quinn but never looking away from Rachel. “I’m going to give you the chance to leave and as long as you stay away from my woman, I won’t have to tear your head off.”
The blonde is unconvinced, looking at her friend. “Stay away from your woman? Did the magic make you that stupid?”
“She’s mine! She loves me!” Santana says with confidence, violently turning her attention to Quinn and stepping the blonde’s way.
“Quinn.” Rachel cuts in, edging towards the door. “I think maybe right now would be a paramount time to run.”
“No!”
The taller brunette turns around instantly and closes the distance between her and the exit, causing Rachel to scream and run the other way towards Quinn. That apparently didn’t set well with Santana who turns around again and runs full speed at the blonde cheerleader, knocking them both to the ground. They struggle back and forth with hair pulling but Quinn manages to toss Santana off of her. She only has time to breath for a second when she gets to her feet before the other girl grabs onto her ponytail from behind and yanks the blonde harshly to the ground.
“I told you to back off, bitch!” Santana yells down at Quinn.
Rachel stands to the side helplessly. “Quinn!”
“That fucking hurt.” The blonde groans out, rubbing the back of her head. “It’s cool, Berry, it’s not the first time she’s tried to kill me.”
Santana is still hovering over Quinn and she’s about to attack again but Rachel calls out and interrupts her.
“Santana, stop! Please!”
“She’s in the way, Berry, can’t you see?” The taller brunette pleads, desperation drenching her words. “I have to get rid of her.”
“You don’t really want me, you’re just under a spell is all and if you would just pause for a second in your aggressive endeavor to win me over, we could figure out how to fix things!”
Santana pauses at Rachel’s words and the whole room is still for a moment. The diva thinks that maybe she’s gotten through but then Santana looks over to the other brunette, eyes dangerously narrowed.
“So you're saying this is all a game?”
“A game?” Rachel squeaks out. “I... No!”
“You make me feel this way, and then you reject me?” Santana straightens out, taking a threatening step towards Rachel. “What am I, a toy?”
The second the taller brunette takes another step, Quinn lurches forward and grabs onto one of her legs, pulling the other girl off balance and causing Santana to fall to the floor. Santana is back on the blonde in less than a second, hands wrapped tight around Quinn’s neck.
“Let go of her!” Rachel screams, moving over and trying to pry Santana away.
This is the scene Kurt and Tina walk in on, Rachel screaming at Santana while the girl tries to choke the life out of Quinn. The two newcomers just stand there for a moment, hypnotized by what they are witnessing.
“Wow.” Kurt breathes out and somehow Rachel hears it over the commotion in the room.
The diva jumps up and run over towards the Asian girl, grabbing onto Tina’s sleeve and speaking hysterically. “Tina, please, fix it! Hurry before she kills her!”
Tina quickly holds out her free arm, her voice commanding.
“With these words, let this spell be reversed!”
All the lights in the room dim for a second before going back to full power and just like that, Santana’s grip on Quinn’s neck loosens and the tall brunette seems highly unfocused.
“What… what the fuck happened?” Santana says, hands leaving Quinn as she scrambles backwards.
Quinn takes in long gasps of air, face red. As Rachel runs to her side, she manages to get out: “We were arguing about celebrity gossip and things got out of hand.”
Kurt is just staring at Tina, completely flabbergasted.
“That’s it? Really?” His tone is incredulous. “Just ‘with these words’ and it’s over?”
“I didn’t write the spell…” Tina says defensively.
“Whatever. I’m going home.”
Kurt struts right back out of the room as if he hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary and Tina follows behind leaving the library’s original occupants staring at one and other. Santana is standing in the middle of the room, hugging herself while Rachel is helping Quinn to her feet.
“Why are we in the library?” Santana says, looking like she is trying to remember what all just happened. “Were we in the library… before?”
“Why don’t you go outside by my car, S, I’ll give you a ride home and explain everything.” Quinn says, and maybe it’s the consideration in her tone that gets the other cheerleader to leave without argument but she does so and very quickly three becomes two.
Rachel finally lets go of the blonde, taking a step or two backwards.
“Look Quinn, I know I screwed everything up and--”
“I feel the same way about you.” The cheerleader interrupts, catching Rachel completely off guard.
The brunette stands there with her mouth open, trying to come up with a response but has to settle for an articulate: “What?”
“I mean, I don’t think I’m in love with you or whatever but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel something… like you feel for me.” Quinn keeps her eyes on Rachel. “Like the tiniest bit ever.”
“So that’s why the spell didn’t work on you.”
The blonde shakes her head, a hand gingerly placed at the base of her neck and against the tender muscle there. “Or maybe it was because of the hair tie. I don’t know-- I just thought I should tell you since you told me.”
Rachel nods before asking: “What does this mean?”
“I really don’t know.” Quinn responses tiredly. “I need to go home and sleep on everything. It‘s kind of been a fucking crazy day.”
“Okay.”
“But know if you ever try and cast a spell on me again, I will end your life, Berry.” The blonde shoots Rachel a very serious look.
“I understand.” The brunette states just as gravely. “Now that I know you feel the same way about me, there is no need for the occult, I will pursue you in natural ways and over time, your love for me will continue to grow and blossom.”
All Quinn can do is stare at the other girl for a few long moments before letting out a small laugh and starting towards the exit.
“Lets go, freakshow, I’ll give you a ride home.”
END.
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Optional ending: And two days later, everyone found out Brittany was a vampire slayer after a late night choir practice.
Parts: One / Two / Three