Better than Sliced Bread
Title: Better than Sliced Bread
Author:zta_atsin
Rating: G [Warning: Major amounts of FLUFF]
Length: 780
Characters: Rachel/Quinn
Spoilers: Does it really matter?
Summary: Finn tapped Rachel's shoulder and she looked over. She was slightly confused when he held out a piece of paper to her. He jabbed his thumb back at Quinn with a smirk. Rachel took it with a confused look.
A/N: Kinda AU-ish. Both of them are now seniors. Quinn tries to be ridiculously cute, its loosely based off of how I was asked to prom XD. And I thought "Hey, I think Quinn can be ridiculously cute." I hope all of you like it. And if you are a senior reading this, I swear prom is kind of stressful when you have everyone on your back about every little detail like it is a wedding. XD.
A small square piece of paper fell before Rachel in the middle of class as Mr. Schuester rattle on in Spanish. She looked around and watched as Quinn pretended to look up at what Mr. Schuester was teaching, but it was clear that no one was paying attention anyways. She gave the blonde a quirked look before turning her attention back to the paper.
She unfolded it quietly.
You know, you are the best thing since sliced bread, right? -Q
Rachel smirked with a roll of her eyes before writing back.
You are a dork. Pay attention.
She folded it and stealthily tossed it back.
A few minutes passed and Rachel heard the rustling behind her. The note hit the back of her head and she turned. It would have almost been juvenile, if Quinn hadn't pulled a completely apologetic face when Rachel turned to glare. It was clear that the blonde was clearly no football player.
I don't have to pay attention. I have a 100 in this class. Besides, do you have an answer yet? -Q
Rachel thought for a moment, before writing back.
Quinn, I told you, it is too early to be asking me to prom. I mean, we have half of the year left to get through. Besides, what if someone asks you? Like, Puck?
The singer didn't turn around as Mr. Schuester turned from the board to look at the class. She waited until he turned back before tossing the note backwards hoping that Quinn would get it. She heard the chair behind her move and a loud stomp but when everyone turned around, Quinn, whose face was now furiously red, was scrawling notes down on her notebook.
Rachel somewhat impatiently waited for Quinn to return another note. Ever since the summer before senior year happened, Rachel watched as their unexpected relationship grow from enemies to acquaintances to friends to something else. Something else prompted by Quinn, surprisingly enough, when she had professed her more than friends feelings towards her.
Finn tapped Rachel's shoulder and she looked over. She was slightly confused when he held out a piece of paper to her. He jabbed his thumb back at Quinn with a smirk. Rachel took it with a confused look.
Puck is taking Kurt. And I wouldn't want to go with him anyways, considering I want to go with you. You make my frown turn upside down and you bring butterflies to my stomach...
[Is that cute enough for you? I am actually trying for once]. I know I sound like a petulant child but you have to admit, you find me adorable. -Q
Rachel fought the urge to smile as she put the note away. If she was good at anything, it would be to make Quinn worry. When she didn't respond, she heard a slight scuffle behind her and knew that Quinn was getting apprehensive.
Truth be told, she didn't know how she felt if Quinn were to take her to prom. It didn't feel right and it didn't feel wrong at the same time. She glanced back at the blonde, who was sporting a pout. Rachel did have to admit, Quinn was being adorable [even though it was clear, the blonde had trouble expressing her emotions].
So when the bell rang, both girls shot up from their seats. Quinn opened her mouth to say something but Rachel quickly shushed her. She had this; she could convince Rachel.
"Prom night to me is extremely special; although not as special as Nationals, I want it to be a good night. No, I want it to be amazing. So I am expecting a lot of things to happen, as a date. Maybe, a couple dates before prom, just so we get to know each other. As well as, a method of transportation. I have already been made fun of all my high school career because of my fathers, I think I should spare them one night if my date has a car. I would also like a corsage; my prom dress will be turquoise. It will be touching beneath my knees, so behave. That is all I am going to tell you. Do you think you can work this all out?" Rachel asked crisply, hoping that Quinn got the message.
"Of course, I can. I am Quinn Fabray," the blonde responded reflexively with confidence. She paused in the midst of picking up her books.
"Wait..."
Rachel was already half way to the door. Quinn never was a dumb blonde but in this moment she felt like one.
"Is that a yes?"
Rachel turned to look at the blonde, flashing a sexy smirk. "Yes, you dork."
Author:zta_atsin
Rating: G [Warning: Major amounts of FLUFF]
Length: 780
Characters: Rachel/Quinn
Spoilers: Does it really matter?
Summary: Finn tapped Rachel's shoulder and she looked over. She was slightly confused when he held out a piece of paper to her. He jabbed his thumb back at Quinn with a smirk. Rachel took it with a confused look.
A/N: Kinda AU-ish. Both of them are now seniors. Quinn tries to be ridiculously cute, its loosely based off of how I was asked to prom XD. And I thought "Hey, I think Quinn can be ridiculously cute." I hope all of you like it. And if you are a senior reading this, I swear prom is kind of stressful when you have everyone on your back about every little detail like it is a wedding. XD.
A small square piece of paper fell before Rachel in the middle of class as Mr. Schuester rattle on in Spanish. She looked around and watched as Quinn pretended to look up at what Mr. Schuester was teaching, but it was clear that no one was paying attention anyways. She gave the blonde a quirked look before turning her attention back to the paper.
She unfolded it quietly.
You know, you are the best thing since sliced bread, right? -Q
Rachel smirked with a roll of her eyes before writing back.
You are a dork. Pay attention.
She folded it and stealthily tossed it back.
A few minutes passed and Rachel heard the rustling behind her. The note hit the back of her head and she turned. It would have almost been juvenile, if Quinn hadn't pulled a completely apologetic face when Rachel turned to glare. It was clear that the blonde was clearly no football player.
I don't have to pay attention. I have a 100 in this class. Besides, do you have an answer yet? -Q
Rachel thought for a moment, before writing back.
Quinn, I told you, it is too early to be asking me to prom. I mean, we have half of the year left to get through. Besides, what if someone asks you? Like, Puck?
The singer didn't turn around as Mr. Schuester turned from the board to look at the class. She waited until he turned back before tossing the note backwards hoping that Quinn would get it. She heard the chair behind her move and a loud stomp but when everyone turned around, Quinn, whose face was now furiously red, was scrawling notes down on her notebook.
Rachel somewhat impatiently waited for Quinn to return another note. Ever since the summer before senior year happened, Rachel watched as their unexpected relationship grow from enemies to acquaintances to friends to something else. Something else prompted by Quinn, surprisingly enough, when she had professed her more than friends feelings towards her.
Finn tapped Rachel's shoulder and she looked over. She was slightly confused when he held out a piece of paper to her. He jabbed his thumb back at Quinn with a smirk. Rachel took it with a confused look.
Puck is taking Kurt. And I wouldn't want to go with him anyways, considering I want to go with you. You make my frown turn upside down and you bring butterflies to my stomach...
[Is that cute enough for you? I am actually trying for once]. I know I sound like a petulant child but you have to admit, you find me adorable. -Q
Rachel fought the urge to smile as she put the note away. If she was good at anything, it would be to make Quinn worry. When she didn't respond, she heard a slight scuffle behind her and knew that Quinn was getting apprehensive.
Truth be told, she didn't know how she felt if Quinn were to take her to prom. It didn't feel right and it didn't feel wrong at the same time. She glanced back at the blonde, who was sporting a pout. Rachel did have to admit, Quinn was being adorable [even though it was clear, the blonde had trouble expressing her emotions].
So when the bell rang, both girls shot up from their seats. Quinn opened her mouth to say something but Rachel quickly shushed her. She had this; she could convince Rachel.
"Prom night to me is extremely special; although not as special as Nationals, I want it to be a good night. No, I want it to be amazing. So I am expecting a lot of things to happen, as a date. Maybe, a couple dates before prom, just so we get to know each other. As well as, a method of transportation. I have already been made fun of all my high school career because of my fathers, I think I should spare them one night if my date has a car. I would also like a corsage; my prom dress will be turquoise. It will be touching beneath my knees, so behave. That is all I am going to tell you. Do you think you can work this all out?" Rachel asked crisply, hoping that Quinn got the message.
"Of course, I can. I am Quinn Fabray," the blonde responded reflexively with confidence. She paused in the midst of picking up her books.
"Wait..."
Rachel was already half way to the door. Quinn never was a dumb blonde but in this moment she felt like one.
"Is that a yes?"
Rachel turned to look at the blonde, flashing a sexy smirk. "Yes, you dork."