The Demon in You Just Wants an Angel to Hold
Title: The Demon in You Just Wants an Angel to Hold
Author:zta_atsin
Rating: PG-13, swears and supernatural stuffs
Length: 8,488...oh damn that's longer than usual...
Characters: Rachel/Quinn, established Brittana
Spoilers: AU
Summary: this prompt at rq_meme
A/N: I have half of a life you know? This is the most I've ever written in like a week. I do not know how I am working on like 3 projects at once and managing to pick up a prompt but I am. Actually, I have been stalking rq_meme for prompts to pick up. This was a really good one and it is a shame to see it not get picked up, so with my writing buzz, I decided to pick it up. I hope you enjoy it and OP, whoever you maybe, I hope you do comment on it so I know if I did this prompt well enough to your liking. =]
"Hey, freak show!" Karofsky screamed.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
It hit Rachel before she could even process the fact that Karofsky had been referring to her. The cold and sticky ice slowly dripped down Rachel's face onto her favorite sweater. She clenched her fists at her sides carefully as she stood in the middle of the hallway.
The shock stopped her from moving right away. Her temper slowly flared itself as the ice slid further down her face. It was an embarrassing sight. So embarrassing that everyone who passed by her snickered and laughed. Some of them even pointed before adding more names.
"Come on, Man hands, you’re making a big mess by just standing there," another jock hooted down the hall like he was some sort of animal. A roar of laughter followed. It was always laughter directed at her. Only at her. Even the Slushies were directed at her.
Rachel's heart began to pound inside of her chest as she tried to move herself from being shell shocked. She twisted her eyebrows angrily at the sound of all the boys and random students laughing at her. They had no class whatsoever.
She bit her lip and tried to soothe her anger in her mind but she was already too far gone. A primal instinct inside of her took over. The need to protect and defend itself from threats continued to flare up inside of her. If she stood there any longer, Rachel knew someone would lose a limb...or two.
Quickly, she shut her eyes and ran into the bathroom. Rachel threw even colder water on her face to quickly brush off the Slushie that stuck to her face slightly. The water splashed everywhere as Rachel ferociously threw the water on her face.
Fucking. Assholes. Need. To. Stop. Doing. This. Shit.
Each splash seemed to get louder and louder. It wasn’t until Rachel slammed her hands down on the edge of the sink that---
CRACK
Oh my god. Rachel's jaw dropped as she heard the sound. The porcelain material of the sink was in her hands. Literally. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. She had begun to panic as she held up the two chunks of the sink she had broken off. These weren’t just little chips either, put together; the two chunks were half of the sink itself.
She slammed the two chunks back into place on the sink, hoping that no one would notice. Those two pieces were pretty heavy. She held her temples and began to massage them as best as she could. God, why does my head hurt?
Count, Rachel. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6--
Karofsky's laugh filled her thoughts completely. Then everyone else's laughter followed. Her temper flared. I am going to kill those bastards.
Rachel instantly shot her eyes open and looked at the mirror. She gasped at the sight. She saw two protrusions appearing at the top of her head, just beneath her bangs. It was barely noticeable but Rachel knew it was bad. Her eyes had already begun to turn from her chocolate color to pitch black.
Rachel, stop it. You have to calm down, she kept telling herself. However, she was always good at remembering things. Why she continually got slushied and teased were always prominent memories that fueled her anger. She rubbed her temples again and tried counting backwards.
100. 99. 98. 97. 96. 95. 94. 93. 92. 91. 90.
"Rachel?"
Rachel instantly threw her hands over the protrusions on her head and turned to see Quinn standing at the door. She let out a sigh. "You startled me," she breathed out, suddenly finding herself calming down. She didn’t remove her hands as Quinn moved into the bathroom. "What are you doing here?"
The blonde looked at Rachel with deep concern. "I saw you get Slushied and I was wondering if you were okay," Quinn replied as she approached the brunette. "Is your head okay?" She noticed Rachel's hands covering her forehead.
"I am okay!" Rachel insisted without pretense. She didn’t want Quinn to see the budding bumps on her head. She smiled at the blonde anyways as she received a questioning look. The singer couldn't help but smile at the blonde for being so concerned.
It was always once in awhile that Quinn would grace her presence. Yet, when she did, Rachel could find herself at complete ease. The temper inside of her subsided as Quinn merely looked at her, wondering if she really was okay.
Rachel flattened her hands on her forehead and felt nothing there. She let out a relieved sigh. "I really am okay, Quinn. I truly appreciate your concern for my well-being," She was always more than appreciative of Quinn's gestures, even if they treated each other as acquaintances.
"Why do you let them do that to you? I mean, Rachel, you’re a Junior now and you've already helped us win Sectionals twice and Regionals, you deserve some respect," Quinn reasoned. She bit her lip after speaking.
I wonder what she's thinking because she always looks so adorable doing that. Rachel shook her head. "It’s fine." She just had to shake it off, and then everything would be okay. I don't want to kill anyone. Yes, you do.
"No, its not," the blonde managed to press. Her voice slowly filled with more distress at Rachel being so at ease. She reached out and held Rachel by her shoulders. The inner demon suddenly silenced itself. "You are better than them. Stick up to them and they'll leave you alone." The hazel eyes pierced into her own. God, she is so beautiful. Suddenly, Quinn realized something and stared even harder at Rachel.
Shit. Rachel shut her eyes and pulled herself away from the blonde. I forgot. Her eyes were still pitch black and she didn’t even realize it. "I am fine, really, Quinn." She had to insist.
The pounding inside of her chest didn’t stop. This time it wasn’t out of anger; it was out of fear. Quinn was encouraging her to quite possibly release a monster that could do some serious damage. That was something Rachel had forced back down since the day she understood what it meant to get teased.
Rachel backed away from Quinn and saw the blonde's expression drop into sadness.
"Quinn, really, it’s okay. Those guys will grow up when they are supposed to," Rachel kindly said. She rubbed her eyes, hoping that they were back to normal. She rounded Quinn and aimed for the door.
"But, Rachel--"
"No, really. It is fine!"
Without another word or thought, Rachel rushed out of the bathroom, leaving Quinn standing there in confusion.
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Quinn sighed as she stretched in her seat. She looked down at her textbook and groaned. The twenty pages of reading would have been a breeze had her teacher not expect the whole class to be able to analyze almost every single line of the damn thing.
The blonde ran her hands through her hair in frustration. She looked over at the clock seeing how it was flashing 8:30 pm, she merely felt more distraught. There was no way she was going to finish this soon. She dreaded the research paper she had decided to start tonight. As well as finishing her poster for Spanish and prepping her presentation.
Even as her frustration seemed to grow, Quinn couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with Rachel. The brunette had been so antsy and distant. She had expected more of a lengthy narration about Karofsky and the other jocks being complete assholes but there was none.
Rachel never complained, as Quinn came to realize. The girl never gave a second glance at what had happened, nor really took any action against the teasing and Slushies. Rachel merely took with a scowl before stalking off. What Quinn always found striking was that Rachel always seemed to just bounce back with a smile. It was as if she were invincible of teases now.
God, she always takes things so gracefully. She is such a wonderful girl but why does she just take it? She needs to stand up for herself and not let anyone push her around. And what was up with her eyes? I swore they were pitch black and they're usually that nice, soft, chocolate color. They were always welcoming and warm.
Quinn smiled. Once she caught wind of what she was reduced to she groaned. Why am I thinking about that now? She looked at the clock and only a few moments passed. It looked like another all nighter. Quinn decided that she really needed to stretch her legs and get a pick me up.
She jet down the stairs of her empty house and looked around. Judy Fabray had been out of the house again, probably at one of her old ladies meetings. It was always a constant outing for her mother. No matter how much she said she wanted to work on her relationship with Quinn, it was a failure. Quinn rolled her eyes as she went into the kitchen. Upon seeing the lack of coffee, she had no choice but to drive and pick some up by herself.
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Quinn inhaled the sweet scent of her Specially Blended Coffee as she stepped out of the convenient store. She opened the top to let the steam roll out into the cool night. She took a couple big gulps, hoping to jump start her system.
She started walking back to her car until she felt an arm seize her waist and gloved hand cover her mouth. Her instincts were to scream and kick as she found herself dragged behind the store. She tried kicking back harder and harder as she screamed, she could taste the leather in her mouth.
"Give me your money, dumb bitch!" The person who had seized her yelled as he held her neck this time and slammed her against the concrete wall.
Quinn groaned out as she felt the shock run up and down her spine. She felt a cool metal touch her neck and her eyes widened to the sharp touch. She couldn’t react any faster before her assailant rushed. "Hurry, up!" He yelled before slamming her against the wall again, this time the back of her head making contact.
She could've sworn she saw stars this time as she tried to open her eyes clearly. All she could feel were her legs getting weak and the blade pressed against her neck even harder. She gasped for air as his gripped tightened around her neck. God, he is going to kill me...
Suddenly a small pair of hands appeared on his shoulder and he yelled out in pain as he crumbled away from Quinn. Unable to move, he was suddenly launched away from her against the other wall. Quinn fell back against the wall weakly before she wheezed in air as quickly as she could. Her esophagus pained by the pressure he had put earlier.
"You think you could get away with that?" a voice growled angrily.
She couldn’t understand how someone could just toss him aside like a rag doll. Quinn steadied her breathing as she heard punches being thrown. She looked up and saw a petite brunette, much smaller than the assailant, lifted him up and slammed him against the wall.
He cried out in pain as the other girl pinned him there using only one arm.
Then the sweater. Quinn instantly recognized the sweater. "Rachel?!" she exclaimed as she took in the sight. The mugger was already badly bruised and weakened. But more than anything, he had an expression that was drained because of fear.
"Help me," he whimpered out to Quinn.
"Shut up!" Rachel yelled as she tossed him to the ground. "You don’t deserve help!" Her tone was angry and fierce. The man crawled away in fear. She followed him with a menacing aura. "Do you want to die? Because that can be arranged." He shook his head as he whimpered. "Don’t even think about touching her or anyone else again. Got it?" He cowered in fear as Rachel got close but nodded nonetheless.
Quinn couldn’t understand why the man was so afraid of Rachel. More than anything, she didn’t know Rachel had the strength to toss that man around. She reached out to grab Rachel's arm and she could feel the constricting muscles in her hand.
Rachel whipped around and Quinn almost found herself screaming. The horns. The pitch black eyes. Oh, god. More like, oh hell. Rachel had a darkened expression on her face filled with anger as she looked at Quinn. The horns protruded out of her skull as if they had always been there. Her eyes were darkly menacing, the kind where you would be skinned alive.
The startling image of Rachel caused Quinn to back away as well. She could hear the man that had tried to mug her scream and scurry off in fear.
The brunette noticed this sudden fear and frowned. Her expression softened as Quinn backed away.
"Don’t hurt me," Quinn squeaked out as she found herself back against the wall.
Rachel frowned at Quinn's request, but gently approached her. Her action mistaken as Quinn flinched. "Come on, let's get you home." Her voice was still soft and angelic as she spoke to Quinn but it was stiff and unnerving. "I won't hurt you," she promised.
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A half hour and a couple of ice packs later, Quinn and Rachel were in her kitchen, silent. Luckily, her head didn’t suffer too much damage. It just hurt a lot but she had not broken skin.
Rachel sat across from her at the table and looked carefully on. "Are you okay?" she whispered. She desperately looked at her fingers crossed before her in guilt.
Quinn nodded. She was timid at Rachel's appearance. The horns were still protruding from her forehead and her eyes, although deeply filled with concern, was still pitch black. She just couldn’t understand how this happened. How could Rachel be Rachel and then be this...devil?
"I am not a devil," Rachel whispered almost sadly. Quinn stared up in shock. "If I were the devil, I wouldn’t be this saintly towards anyone. After all, the Devil is a manipulative character in every religion, in which a person is drawn in by temptation to commit a sin."
That’s Rachel.
"Is it hard to look at me and believe that it is actually me, or something?" Rachel asked carefully.
Quinn's eyes widened. How is she doing that? Her heart pounded in fear. She had seen what Rachel did to the mugger; she could only imagine what Rachel could do to her or the rest of the jocks in school.
Rachel frowned again. It was almost comical to see because a non-devil, devil looking being, was frowning in Quinn's kitchen like some child that had just been scolded at.
"I am sorry, Quinn," Rachel apologized as she got up. "I will just be out of your way. I just wanted to make sure you were home safe and sound." She turned away and began walking out the door. If she had a tail, Quinn was sure that it would be swinging sadly behind her.
"Wait!" the blonde stopped as she got up. She stood too quickly and she stumbled a bit to the rushing sensation. Suddenly, she felt Rachel's body pressed up against her back to steady her. The smaller girl's arms around her waist. Quinn's breath hitched to the intimate position they were in. She could feel Rachel being extremely protective as she held her.
"Don't rush it. Even if you didn’t sustain a serious head injury, it is important that you take care of yourself," Rachel chided.
"I am okay," Quinn relaxed into Rachel's grasped as she regained her head. She saw clearly again and turned to Rachel. The protruding horns were slowly disappearing back under Rachel's skin, but her eyes were still filled with concern.
Quinn didn’t want to ask. She was afraid of how Rachel would react.
"I am really glad you are okay, Quinn." Rachel said with finality. "Just please, don’t mention this to anyone." Quinn stood still as Rachel let go of her and began walking away. She had sounded like she was about to cry. This time, Quinn reached out and grabbed Rachel's arm again.
"Please, talk to me about this," Quinn requested as she held onto Rachel's arm.
"If you're sure." Quinn nodded. Rachel sighed and let Quinn sit down before sitting next to her.
It took a few minutes before Rachel began. She had to gather the right words. If she said anything, Quinn could possibly send her to the looney bin or worse, scientists. Rachel shivered at the thought. She couldn’t help but notice the curiosity that Quinn held as the blonde studied her horns and eyes.
"I am a demon." There it was out. Being the devil was just insulting but being a demon is much more interesting as Rachel found out. Demons were always more free than the devil. They were after all spirits that could be controlled as many over looked. "Before you ask, my fathers aren’t demons. It’s an inherited anomaly that runs in the females of my family. I had to ask Shelby about it. You see, my great-great-great-great-great grandmother made a deal that if her legacy as a singer and dancer lasted throughout the ages that she would give up half of her soul."
"How do you give up half of your soul?" Quinn asked incredulously.
"You see, dealing with demons is always funny because they don’t want to take over your life completely, they just want to integrate their lives into yours and control certain aspects that they can thrive on."
Rachel made it seem like it was an everyday thing to her. Making deals with demons and selling half a soul. "How long have you known?" Quinn asked.
Rachel shrugged and bit the inside of her mouth. "Remember that time, Puck pushed me in the sandbox in the first grade and called my dads faggots?" Quinn nodded with a vague recollection. "Then all of a sudden, he 'fell' as he ran to the jungle gym and broke his leg?" The blonde's eyes widened. "Yes, as cruel as it was that was me."
The memory of it plagued Rachel for most of her life and many others followed. Quinn reached out and grabbed Rachel's hand. It was soft and reassuring that she didn’t do anything wrong.
"I didn’t mean to. My inner demon just comes out on its own and does things that I want to happen. I would never want to hurt anyone no matter how angry I am, consciously and unconsciously. I've always been afraid, terrified, at what I could do to a person. I keep telling myself don’t get angry, but even in the 10 years of learning how to control myself, it just isn’t enough. I've had to go to a therapist for years. I try counting backwards from ten, which only escalated to counting back from 100, then I try to think of happy things, then I try to think of nice things. I have to put myself through a lot of hoops just so I don’t lose my temper."
Quinn frowned. "Is that why you just take it? Because you are afraid of losing your temper?"
"Quinn, you saw me. You saw what I can do. Imagine it happening to school, to all of those jocks that laugh at me?"
"I am sorry."
"Why are you apologizing, Quinn?"
"Because I have done my share of laughing."
Rachel felt the urge to hold Quinn's hand, which had been resting on hers the whole time. So she did. It soothed her heart of the dark feelings she had towards her peers. All she could feel was the warmth and comfort of Quinn's hand. She hadn’t even realized that her horns had disappeared on its own.
"It's okay, Quinn. I know you're different from those idiots," Rachel reassured with a smile on her face. "I am glad that since I did expose my secret that it was to you."
"I never want to see you angry, Rachel," Quinn returned honestly. "Past, present, and future; it isn’t fair that you always get picked on and you can’t do anything about it."
"Look, its okay, Quinn. I've learned to live with it."
"But you can toss someone twice your size like a rag doll if you really wanted to." The memory of Rachel saving her was now etched in her mind. It wasn’t something she was exactly afraid of but more than anything, relieved. Rachel had saved her. "You could’ve killed that guy."
Rachel's eyes darkened at the thought. "No one hurts you," she growled protectively. Suddenly, Quinn looked taken aback. Realizing the blonde's change in demeanor, "I am so sorry. Just the thought makes me lose it." She looked to the ground.
A pair of fingers pushed up Rachel's chin and she was forced to see only hazel. Her heart pounded inside of her as she stared at Quinn. For the first time, Rachel felt the black color melt away from her eyes and her heart at complete ease.
"Thank you for saving me." Quinn gave Rachel the most genuine smile that Rachel had ever been graced with and all she could do was smile back.
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Quinn wasn’t afraid of approaching Rachel anymore. Sometimes she felt herself drawn to the shorter girl. Even though, Rachel had been the one to protect her, at school sometimes Quinn felt that Rachel needed to be protected.
Rachel had been on the way to Spanish, when someone stuck out their foot. Before Rachel could even register falling, her face was firmly planted into the ground and her books and papers were littered everywhere. She heard a roar of laughter erupt as she slowly picked up her head.
Neanderthals. She scoffed as she picked herself up to grab her things. A flash of blonde blew by and Quinn was right before her, shuffling to pick up her scattered papers. The blonde sent a small smile in her direction.
"Thanks," Rachel whispered as she gathered her things.
"No problem." Quinn smiled and handed her the loose papers before disappearing.
It was almost routine if Quinn didn’t always disappear on her. Because the next few times, she did. Literally. Rachel would look up after the blonde had helped her get back into order but she was nowhere to be found. After the next couple of days, Rachel realized the teasing seemed to die down a bit. Maybe it was her aura frightening everyone now.
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Rachel was on her way from Glee when a splash of ice and sugar hit her face, twice. She was well more than pissed because her usual dose was one slushie per day. Two was really pushing it. She rubbed her eyes free of the icicles and tried to see who it was.
She could only recognize the laughs from Azimio and Karofsky. The ice blinded her again and she couldn’t really move without probably slipping on the liquid that dripped onto the ground. The laughter sounded louder than it had ever been before.
Her fists clenched at her sides. She couldn’t care less about her books or her clothes. The only thing that she thought of was tearing Karofsky into bits and pieces, literally.
A firm pair of hands held her arms and directed her away. She couldn’t see who it was but she could only guess as the sound of a door swinging open followed.
"Quinn?" Rachel asked as the water turned on.
"Yeah it’s me." Quinn responded with a slight splash. "Your horns were showing again." She had a smile on her face, Rachel felt as she was directed to bend over. Panic rose inside of her.
"Did anyone notice?" she asked as she reached to push away the thick layer of ice that was sticking to her face.
"Nope, just me. You are lucky I caught you in time because you were about to pounce," Quinn joked as she held Rachel's hair back.
"Well, it's better if they walk away but when they stand there and laugh...," Rachel dunked her head under the water. She wanted to calm herself down. She would only scare Quinn off if she told her the truth. She took a deep breath as she picked up her head from the water.
A towel with the Cheerios seal was handed to her. Quinn was still there. She dried her face and expected Quinn to disappear.
Quinn stood there with a quizzical look on her face. Her hand rose and reached out to Rachel. "Hey, those guys are idiots." Her hand brushed over her horns. Rachel shut her eyes to the touch. "If only you had fangs, those are easier to hide."
Rachel let out a light laugh. "Then I would be a vampire. We all know since the Twilight series came out, they have been hiding underground in shame," she stated. Quinn laughed, unable to tell if Rachel was telling the truth or not.
"Well, they should be plotting to kill Stephanie Meyer for writing that series instead," Quinn returned. She moved her hand down from Rachel's horn, as it slowly disappeared, and caressed her cheek. Rachel was deeply confused by the action. Nevertheless, she welcomed it because somehow she always felt calm when Quinn was around.
"Hey, your horns already disappeared," Quinn realized with a slight ounce of excitement.
Rachel felt her forehead and it was completely free of the protrusions. "Well, they always disappear when I am at ease. Thank you for your help, Quinn. I deeply do appreciate it."
"It really isn’t a big deal," Quinn returned as her hand found its way onto her shoulder. She gave a gentle squeeze. "I have to take care of some business. I will see you around." Before Rachel could even respond, the blonde disappeared, leaving her standing there with the Cheerios' towel.
"Hey, Berry," Santana's sharp voice shot. Rachel turned and saw Santana and Brittany standing there with her books. "Quinn wanted us to get these to you."
"Thanks," Rachel let out slowly. She was just getting accustomed to Quinn being around her but adding Brittany and Santana to the mix was just out right strange. She held out the towel. "Am I supposed to return this to you?"
Santana wrinkled her nose. "That's Quinn's; return it to her." She held back her snark as she placed Rachel's books gently on the dry end of the sink. "I don’t even know why she is being nice to her. You're so weird."
"It is cute," Brittany threw in. She smiled at Santana.
"No, its not B. Quinn is way too hot to be around the little midget."
"Rachel is cute, leave her alone."
"Guys, I am still right here. As much as I appreciate you returning my belongings, I would appreciate it if you left the trash talking when I am not here," Rachel threw out, feeling out of place and offended.
"Easy there tiger, we are just saying, Q doesn’t do nice things to just anyone," Santana offered with a scoff. "Come on, B, we have to go to class."
Rachel rolled her eyes as the pair left. Her confusion only grew. Brittany waved to her with a smile on her face as Santana interlocked their hands and walked out into the sea of students.
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Rachel walked out of History and saw Quinn standing there waiting for her.
"Hey," Quinn greeted.
Rachel looked around her as if she wasn’t the one being addressed. It wasn’t until Quinn approached her that she realized, she was being addressed. "Hello, Quinn, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Rachel asked as they began walking to Spanish.
"No reason," Quinn responded with a smile. "Listen, I don’t know if you are busy this Friday but I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?"
Rachel quirked an eyebrow. Under any other circumstance, she would jump at the chance to hang out with anyone. However, it was so sudden and uncanny, that she couldn’t help but hesitate.
"Uh, why?" she asked.
Quinn let out a light laugh. "Because, that’s what normal kids do on Friday night?"
"Well, I am not sure if I understand your intentions. After all, you are the one sporting a Cheerios uniform." The red and white uniform on Quinn wasn’t bothering Rachel at all, it was what came with it: the attitude, belief, and choices. "Your reputation precedes you as a Cheerio."
Again, that sweet angelic laugh came. "Well, if you are worried about my intentions, how about we hang at your house?" Quinn offered a smile. Rachel couldn’t do anything else but smile in return.
"Sure, my house it is then."
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Truth was, Rachel didn’t have too many friends. She had the other kids in Glee but it was rare for them to hang out. Mercedes was always with Kurt. Santana, Brittany, and Quinn were usually together. Puck and Finn had football and of course they were jocks. Mike, Matt, Tina, and Artie, surprisingly enough, hung out a lot together.
Rachel usually had most of her time to herself. She used it well in studying, practicing, and trying to control her demon. When Quinn asked to hang out, Rachel was pretty sure something was up. Santana was right, why was Quinn being so nice to her?
The doorbell rang at exactly 7.
Rachel looked around, she hadn’t really prepared anything. More than anything, she was expecting Quinn not to show up.
So, when Quinn stood at her door, dressed in a simple pair of jeans and t-shirt, Rachel felt mildly confused.
"You don’t look excited to see me," Quinn said as she stared. She bit her bottom lip.
Rachel mentally slapped herself for letting it show. She moved aside to let Quinn in and shut the door behind the blonde. A vague scent of lavender followed Quinn as she entered.
"I was just thinking to myself that you weren’t really going to show up," Rachel honestly said as they walked into the living room.
"I guess, you have every right to think of that but I wouldn’t do that." Rachel gestured for her to make herself comfortable.
"Do you want something to drink? I mean I really didn’t prepare anything for us to do."
"Anything is fine Rachel." She nodded. "Where are your dads?"
"They are away on a business trip, so I have the house to myself for the weekend." Rachel disappeared into the kitchen leaving Quinn alone.
The blonde took the time to study Rachel's house. It was full of things, not in a cluttered way but it definitely showed that someone lived there. She smiled at the trophy case that stood behind her.
"My fathers always like adding to the collection," Rachel said when she returned seeing Quinn staring at all the various awards. "I still have to go to competitions every now and then."
"Is that why you are always practicing?" Quinn asked as Rachel held her a drink. She took it.
"I just do it to burn time. There isn’t much for me to do."
"So if I didn’t show up?"
Rachel shrugged. "Probably take my time controlling my powers."
The blonde gave her a scrunched expression. "What can you do that you always have to try and control it?" she asked cautiously. She didn’t want to press too hard.
"Want to see instead?"
Quinn nodded. Rachel beckoned her to follow her. They went into Rachel's backyard, which was bare for the most part except for the stone steps that led up to her porch and a bench that rested under the large tree.
Rachel was walking ahead of her when all of a sudden she disappeared. The blonde rushed forward and looked around frantically for her.
"I'm back here," Rachel said with a dark smirk.
"I thought I was just imagining that," Quinn breathed out with relief. "So you can teleport?"
Rachel laughed as if it were the most ridiculous notion that Quinn offered. "No, I just move very quickly. My reflexes are heightened, so I can get around things easily." Quinn nodded in understanding as Rachel walked in front of her.
Rachel stood at the edge of the porch and looked at one of the stone steps that was in the ground. Without moving, she raised her hand and flicked up her wrist. The stone lifted itself from the ground and floated. Quinn looked at it in shock.
"I know, it helps a lot with moving heavy objects around," Rachel stated before she put down the stone. "When I get really angry, I can do this." She looked around and saw a brick lying in the corner. She picked it up with one hand and all of a sudden it crumbled into pieces with a slight squeeze. "Of course, I have to grow out my talons and bat wings as well but no one has gotten me that angry before."
Quinn stared with her jaw dropped. She was set on disbelief before Rachel smiled.
"I am kidding. The only things that grow out of me are my horns."
"Do they hurt?"
Rachel shook her head after shooting a confused expression. That's the first time anyone's asked me that. "Only sometimes. If I am really angry I won’t notice them appear. Only when I try to stop being angry, they'll hurt."
"Why?"
"The demon inside me is like its own spirit, so it fights with me to come out."
"And if it does?"
"Let's just say, it won’t end pretty," Rachel offered with a light smile. Inside, even though she was weary of Quinn, she really didn’t want the girl to disappear.
A breeze rolled by. Rachel remained unaffected but noticed a slight shiver from the blonde girl.
She reached out for the blonde's arm and ushered her inside. "It's warmer inside. Maybe we could do something else."
"You know Rachel?" Rachel shut the door behind her. "You are a really good person." She is beautiful. Rachel gave an extremely confused look.
Did I just hear that?
"You keep your head high and your temper under wraps all the time because you don’t want to hurt anyone," Quinn clarified. "I don’t think I would have enough will power like you."
"Its something I choose to do and have to do. I am still Rachel. I have a Broadway career I am going to pursue. I can’t let this thing get in my way," Rachel reminded. Her ambition was her main distraction from being demonic. She focused all of her energy into practicing at times just so she wouldn’t have the urge to kill.
Quinn laughed as if it were normal. She knew there was Rachel in there somewhere. Under that uncanny quiet version of Rachel she was now in the presence of, the actual Rachel was still around.
"So what else can you do besides move quickly, have vicious strength, and move things with your mind?"
Rachel shrugged. "Nothing really," she lied. She could still hear the buzzing of Quinn's thoughts in her head. She liked hearing Quinn's thoughts in her head. Even though she turned it off most of the time.
For the rest of the night, Quinn had encouraged Rachel to watch some movies that weren’t Rachel's usual taste. They argued over Charlie's Angels. Rachel almost cried during Mean Girls. She became deeply disturbed with Harold and Kumar. And she forced Quinn to watch Funny Girl with her.
Since that Friday, Rachel welcomed Quinn as her friend. They hung out more frequently outside of school and Quinn was more casual with her during school. Quinn's thoughts were all innocent towards Rachel. The blonde really did want to be friends with her and although never spoke, thoroughly enjoyed Rachel's company. Quinn of course would be the one doing the planning for most of the time. They had gone out to the movies, went out for food, did some bowling, and various activities that Rachel didn’t usually do. Nevertheless, Rachel always had fun.
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Rachel prided being in control of her demonic powers. She always had them under control, never really letting her powers show.
However, ever since Quinn became friends with her, Rachel felt something different inside of her. It was completely foreign and quite powerful. The demon inside of Rachel gagged at the thought of Rachel actually falling in love with the blonde. Then again, who was to deny Rachel of such an angel?
Quinn became genuine over the years. Her bitchiness was put aside with maturity and kindness. Everything that made up Quinn was beautiful and loving. She stood up for what she wanted to without caring too much about what other people thought. Her reputation remained intact as Rachel came to realize, no matter how much their friendship grew.
No one could blame Rachel for falling for Quinn. It wasn’t her fault entirely after all. Quinn had come to her. She wanted to get to know Rachel; spend time with her; share secrets with her; have fun with her. In all honesty, Quinn was the one being more than friendly. Rachel just welcomed Quinn because she knew the blonde was the only reason half of the school wasn’t torn apart.
It wasn’t until winning Sectionals that Rachel started to lose control of her temper. It was in seeing Finn finally gathering the balls to talk to Quinn that Rachel found the glass bottle of Guinness shatter in her hand without a second thought.
"Whoa, are you okay, Berry?" Santana asked as she heard the sound of the shards of glass falling.
"It was a slip of the hand. I am sorry for startling you," Rachel calmly answered. "Please, go back to making out with Brittany. I will be out of your way."
"Are you sure you are okay?" Brittany asked, noticing a difference in Rachel's tone.
"Yes." Finn's drink "spilled" on him. "Better."
Rachel promptly left the party, just so that she wouldn’t have to see Finn leaning as close as he wanted to her friend.
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Quinn can date whoever she wants to. She can talk to whoever she wants to. It's not like she's just going to up and leave me because she's found someone else.
Finn leaned next to Quinn in Spanish to ask for "help." He had his ugly, goofy face. God, she wanted to punch him into the ground.
The bell rang and she rushed out of class. Quinn stood there in confusion because they were supposed to walk to the next class together.
"Hey, Rachel I was doing this article for the paper---"
"Back off, Jew-fro!" Rachel snapped before Jacob ben Israel could even get another word out. He slammed against the lockers with a loud thud. A whimper escaped him as Rachel walked on without thinking.
A light laugh came from the crowd of jocks. She could tell they were looking at her and laughing. "What are you staring at?" she snarled.
For the first time in McKinley High history, they backed off. All of them scared of Rachel's cutthroat reaction to their simple laughter. Half of it wasn’t even directed towards her.
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That was just the first day. The next couple of weeks at school were hell on everyone. Quinn only heard about it because her schedule was so busy. She kept trying to find Rachel to calm the girl down but she was nowhere to be found.
Rachel took a sweeping glance around the halls and saw Quinn laughing at Finn as he talked. God, what vocabulary would he use to make her laugh? Oh right, that’s supposed to be the funny part.
She clenched her fists and walked away quickly. She nearly ripped open her locker when she got there.
"Hey, Berry! Q is looking for you!" Santana informed as she approached Rachel at her locker.
Rachel slammed it shut so loudly that Santana jumped. The dark eyes were vaguely coming into color. The Cheerio kept her stance firm as Rachel seemed to get taller. She advanced towards Santana menacingly. "Look, Lopez. My name is Rachel Berry; it is not Man hands, Treasure Trail, or Berry. Got it? You are going to call me Rachel, when you address me. I am not one of your lackeys on the Cheerios. You will not boss me around like I am a nothing. You got it? I am Rachel fucking Berry."
Santana gulped as Rachel finished. She almost cried as Rachel towered next to her.
"Got it?!" Rachel hissed.
Santana squeaked and nodded promptly before running off. For the first time in Santana Lopez's life, someone other than her parents, made her cry out of fear.
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"Hey, Jew!"
"Don’t even think about it!" Rachel yelled as she stopped Karofsky in the middle of his throw. Her voice was powerful and resounding that everyone stopped and turned their attention to her. "I've never said anything before about your complete lack of brain cells and the need to tease me. If you have a crush on me, just admit it! Stop doing these ridiculous things like throwing Slushies at my face. It doesn’t make you a man! It makes you look like a fucking tool!"
Everyone gasped as Rachel swore at Karofsky, who looked like he just wet his pants. Even then, it didn’t matter. Rachel seized the cold drink from his hands and threw it at him. The ice and sugar planted itself right onto his face.
She threw the cup at his face in disgust before stomping off.
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Rachel rushed home right after school. She couldn’t take going to Glee and seeing Finn flirt with Quinn any longer. Everyday, she was getting more out of control. Beakers, desks, books, shelves, even lockers, flew across the space without a warning as Rachel fumed by. They had been mishaps that Rachel completely forgot she was the cause of them.
Her head ached as she rushed up to her room. She threw her backpack onto the bed but her anger sent it crashing through the window. She let out a growl of frustration and everything in her room pushed away from her into the walls.
Her horns appeared and this time she couldn’t get rid of them. She looked at herself sadly in the mirror. This is pitiful, as she studied her darkened eyes.
The sound of the door pounding loudly rolled up the stairs.
Rachel whipped her head to her door and it fell off of its hinges. Calm down, Rachel. Come on. The passionate anger ran through her veins. She really couldn’t stop herself from being angry any longer.
She hopped down the stairs in one sweeping leap before standing in front of the door. The demon inside of her was proud of the gesture for taking advantage of her powers.
The pounding turned into frequent knocks that Rachel only became more annoyed. She whipped the door open, ready to tear the person apart.
"Quinn?" Rachel gaped like a fish as she saw the blonde girl standing before her looking petrified. Quinn held her backpack in her hands and looked worried at Rachel.
"I came to check on you but then I saw your backpack crash through the window so I thought something was wrong. Are you okay? Is something wrong? Did someone try to hurt you?" Quinn rambled on as she entered the house like a knight. She looked around frantically, holding the backpack up as if it were some kind of weapon.
"Quinn, really?" Rachel slammed the door shut with her powers without realizing it. "Do you see the horns? I am pretty sure I can take care of myself. Now, I thank you for retrieving my backpack. If you may, please leave." She didn’t intend to sound so harsh but she could see the pain flicker across Quinn's face as she pointed to the door.
"What's wrong, Rachel?" She is still beautiful. Quinn asked carefully. I wish she would just give me a chance. "I know I have been busy with the Cheerios and my other extracurricular but I always had time to see you." I made time to see you. "But you have been avoiding me for the last two weeks. I really wanted to talk to you."
Rachel furrowed her brows in confusion. Hearing Quinn speak and think at the same time confused her. She couldn’t tell what Quinn was getting at. Quinn had Finn already. What would she want with me?
"Your anger has just been out of control lately and I wanted to know if you were okay. You told me you could handle it. I know something has been bothering you though. So please, talk to me." Quinn looked Rachel in the eyes. She wasn’t afraid anymore, only concerned and almost heartbroken. "What's wrong, Rachel? Why won’t you talk to me about it?"
"What does it matter?" Rachel snapped. She wished Quinn had left already. God, couldn’t she go see Finn already?
"I care about you." I love you.
Rachel rubbed her temples. Hoping she had not just heard what Quinn had just thought. "Don't you have Finn already?" Rachel groaned out as she rubbed her temples harder. The horns seemed to want to remain there.
What is she thinking? "What are you talking about Rachel?" Quinn asked in sheer confusion. Why would she ask about Finn?
"Aren’t you dating him?" Rachel pressed on. She really wished she hadn’t asked.
Is she crazy? "Rachel, are you crazy?" Quinn asked as she dropped the backpack. She moved closer to Rachel. "What makes you think I am dating Finn?"
"He's been putting the moves on you since Sectionals! And you're over there letting him do so!"
"Rachel, are you kidding me?" the blonde practically yelled startling Rachel. I want you. "I turned him down right when he asked me to go out on a date with him! He's just being friendly until he can get over the fact that I don’t like him!" I love you, you idiot.
"Why are you confusing me so much?!" Rachel cried out. "Stop thinking that you love me and that you want to be with me!" She fell into the couch and buried her face in her hands.
Quinn blanched. Her face paled as Rachel slouched on the couch. "You can read my mind?" she could barely choke out.
"Only if you are thinking so loudly," Rachel said as she picked up her head. She fought back the tears that were ready to fall.
Everything that I just thought, she heard?
"Yes, Quinn, I can hear you loud and clear." Quinn slowly approached Rachel and kneeled down before her. She reached up and directed Rachel's face towards hers.
"If you knew the whole time, why didn’t you tell me?" Quinn asked carefully. Her hazel eyes filled themselves with tears.
Rachel shook her head in confusion. "I didn’t know if I was just imagining it or you were thinking it because I saved you. I stopped trying to listen to your thoughts."
"I was always scared of telling you the truth. I was scared you would just leave me and stop being friends with me," Quinn honestly said without thinking it beforehand.
Rachel let out a light laugh. It was if the gods were playing with her.
"You were angry about Finn hitting on me this whole time because you thought I was going to leave you?" Quinn asked as she directed Rachel to look at her again. She was slowly falling into the dark eyes.
Rachel looked down shamefully. The demon inside of her laughed at her. "No. I just couldn’t stand looking at him as he touched your or you letting him touch you. I never thought that thinking about someone being with you, that wasn’t me, could make me so angry. I really, truly am sorry; Quinn, but I want you."
"Have you been listening to my thoughts?" Quinn returned as a reminder. "I want you, Rachel. I just haven’t been able to tell you because there was never an opportunity for me to be close to you. So that night, when you saved me, I wanted to thank you. I wanted to get to know you and be with you." She grabbed Rachel's hands and held them.
The gesture was so sweet that Rachel didn’t even realize how long it’s been since Quinn made contact with her. She was always fuming and on edge. Her heart pounded in a good way that she couldn’t hold her anger any longer.
Quinn cupped Rachel's face and gently brought their lips together. It was a first that Rachel had ever kissed a girl and the first time she ever thought about kissing Quinn. She never knew the angel that was before her could kiss her so sweetly and lovingly. Yet, there she was, Quinn Fabray, captain of the Cheerios, president of the Student Council, co-captain of the Glee Club, and whatever else, on her knees kissing her.
Rachel ran her hand through Quinn's hair and reached for her waist. She picked up the girl with ease, never parting their lips, and placed her gently on her lap. A sheer force from within her caused her to wrap her arms around Quinn tightly and kiss her harshly. Her tongue slipping into Quinn's mouth and winning a short battle for dominance.
A small gasp came as Rachel lost herself. Quinn pulled back suddenly and held her lips gingerly.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Rachel asked, alarmed. She cursed the demon inside of her.
Quinn blushed as she placed her hands on Rachel's shoulders to steady herself. "I just didn’t think you'd be so aggressive." She shyly stared at Rachel, unsure of what to do.
"It’s just, ugh," Rachel groaned as she threw back her head and covered her face with her hands.
"What's wrong?" Quinn asked carefully as she reached for Rachel's hands.
"Shelby told me it’s not just when I am angry. The anger just fuels my need to hurt something. I become aggressive anytime there is a high level of emotion running in my body. Especially, when there is an erotic sensation, I would be more likely to be dominant..." This is too much information. Rachel blushed as Quinn stared at her with curiosity.
"So...are those horns on your head or are you just happy to see me?" Quinn threw out with a laugh.
Rachel blushed with embarrassment. "Shut up, Quinn." She reached up and gently pulled Quinn against her body. "I love you," she whispered. In response, Quinn shuddered into her before nibbling at her earlobe.
"I love you, too."
The demon inside of Rachel rested itself as long as she was with Quinn, its angel in disguise.
Author:zta_atsin
Rating: PG-13, swears and supernatural stuffs
Length: 8,488...oh damn that's longer than usual...
Characters: Rachel/Quinn, established Brittana
Spoilers: AU
Summary: this prompt at rq_meme
A/N: I have half of a life you know? This is the most I've ever written in like a week. I do not know how I am working on like 3 projects at once and managing to pick up a prompt but I am. Actually, I have been stalking rq_meme for prompts to pick up. This was a really good one and it is a shame to see it not get picked up, so with my writing buzz, I decided to pick it up. I hope you enjoy it and OP, whoever you maybe, I hope you do comment on it so I know if I did this prompt well enough to your liking. =]
"Hey, freak show!" Karofsky screamed.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
It hit Rachel before she could even process the fact that Karofsky had been referring to her. The cold and sticky ice slowly dripped down Rachel's face onto her favorite sweater. She clenched her fists at her sides carefully as she stood in the middle of the hallway.
The shock stopped her from moving right away. Her temper slowly flared itself as the ice slid further down her face. It was an embarrassing sight. So embarrassing that everyone who passed by her snickered and laughed. Some of them even pointed before adding more names.
"Come on, Man hands, you’re making a big mess by just standing there," another jock hooted down the hall like he was some sort of animal. A roar of laughter followed. It was always laughter directed at her. Only at her. Even the Slushies were directed at her.
Rachel's heart began to pound inside of her chest as she tried to move herself from being shell shocked. She twisted her eyebrows angrily at the sound of all the boys and random students laughing at her. They had no class whatsoever.
She bit her lip and tried to soothe her anger in her mind but she was already too far gone. A primal instinct inside of her took over. The need to protect and defend itself from threats continued to flare up inside of her. If she stood there any longer, Rachel knew someone would lose a limb...or two.
Quickly, she shut her eyes and ran into the bathroom. Rachel threw even colder water on her face to quickly brush off the Slushie that stuck to her face slightly. The water splashed everywhere as Rachel ferociously threw the water on her face.
Fucking. Assholes. Need. To. Stop. Doing. This. Shit.
Each splash seemed to get louder and louder. It wasn’t until Rachel slammed her hands down on the edge of the sink that---
CRACK
Oh my god. Rachel's jaw dropped as she heard the sound. The porcelain material of the sink was in her hands. Literally. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. She had begun to panic as she held up the two chunks of the sink she had broken off. These weren’t just little chips either, put together; the two chunks were half of the sink itself.
She slammed the two chunks back into place on the sink, hoping that no one would notice. Those two pieces were pretty heavy. She held her temples and began to massage them as best as she could. God, why does my head hurt?
Count, Rachel. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6--
Karofsky's laugh filled her thoughts completely. Then everyone else's laughter followed. Her temper flared. I am going to kill those bastards.
Rachel instantly shot her eyes open and looked at the mirror. She gasped at the sight. She saw two protrusions appearing at the top of her head, just beneath her bangs. It was barely noticeable but Rachel knew it was bad. Her eyes had already begun to turn from her chocolate color to pitch black.
Rachel, stop it. You have to calm down, she kept telling herself. However, she was always good at remembering things. Why she continually got slushied and teased were always prominent memories that fueled her anger. She rubbed her temples again and tried counting backwards.
100. 99. 98. 97. 96. 95. 94. 93. 92. 91. 90.
"Rachel?"
Rachel instantly threw her hands over the protrusions on her head and turned to see Quinn standing at the door. She let out a sigh. "You startled me," she breathed out, suddenly finding herself calming down. She didn’t remove her hands as Quinn moved into the bathroom. "What are you doing here?"
The blonde looked at Rachel with deep concern. "I saw you get Slushied and I was wondering if you were okay," Quinn replied as she approached the brunette. "Is your head okay?" She noticed Rachel's hands covering her forehead.
"I am okay!" Rachel insisted without pretense. She didn’t want Quinn to see the budding bumps on her head. She smiled at the blonde anyways as she received a questioning look. The singer couldn't help but smile at the blonde for being so concerned.
It was always once in awhile that Quinn would grace her presence. Yet, when she did, Rachel could find herself at complete ease. The temper inside of her subsided as Quinn merely looked at her, wondering if she really was okay.
Rachel flattened her hands on her forehead and felt nothing there. She let out a relieved sigh. "I really am okay, Quinn. I truly appreciate your concern for my well-being," She was always more than appreciative of Quinn's gestures, even if they treated each other as acquaintances.
"Why do you let them do that to you? I mean, Rachel, you’re a Junior now and you've already helped us win Sectionals twice and Regionals, you deserve some respect," Quinn reasoned. She bit her lip after speaking.
I wonder what she's thinking because she always looks so adorable doing that. Rachel shook her head. "It’s fine." She just had to shake it off, and then everything would be okay. I don't want to kill anyone. Yes, you do.
"No, its not," the blonde managed to press. Her voice slowly filled with more distress at Rachel being so at ease. She reached out and held Rachel by her shoulders. The inner demon suddenly silenced itself. "You are better than them. Stick up to them and they'll leave you alone." The hazel eyes pierced into her own. God, she is so beautiful. Suddenly, Quinn realized something and stared even harder at Rachel.
Shit. Rachel shut her eyes and pulled herself away from the blonde. I forgot. Her eyes were still pitch black and she didn’t even realize it. "I am fine, really, Quinn." She had to insist.
The pounding inside of her chest didn’t stop. This time it wasn’t out of anger; it was out of fear. Quinn was encouraging her to quite possibly release a monster that could do some serious damage. That was something Rachel had forced back down since the day she understood what it meant to get teased.
Rachel backed away from Quinn and saw the blonde's expression drop into sadness.
"Quinn, really, it’s okay. Those guys will grow up when they are supposed to," Rachel kindly said. She rubbed her eyes, hoping that they were back to normal. She rounded Quinn and aimed for the door.
"But, Rachel--"
"No, really. It is fine!"
Without another word or thought, Rachel rushed out of the bathroom, leaving Quinn standing there in confusion.
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Quinn sighed as she stretched in her seat. She looked down at her textbook and groaned. The twenty pages of reading would have been a breeze had her teacher not expect the whole class to be able to analyze almost every single line of the damn thing.
The blonde ran her hands through her hair in frustration. She looked over at the clock seeing how it was flashing 8:30 pm, she merely felt more distraught. There was no way she was going to finish this soon. She dreaded the research paper she had decided to start tonight. As well as finishing her poster for Spanish and prepping her presentation.
Even as her frustration seemed to grow, Quinn couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with Rachel. The brunette had been so antsy and distant. She had expected more of a lengthy narration about Karofsky and the other jocks being complete assholes but there was none.
Rachel never complained, as Quinn came to realize. The girl never gave a second glance at what had happened, nor really took any action against the teasing and Slushies. Rachel merely took with a scowl before stalking off. What Quinn always found striking was that Rachel always seemed to just bounce back with a smile. It was as if she were invincible of teases now.
God, she always takes things so gracefully. She is such a wonderful girl but why does she just take it? She needs to stand up for herself and not let anyone push her around. And what was up with her eyes? I swore they were pitch black and they're usually that nice, soft, chocolate color. They were always welcoming and warm.
Quinn smiled. Once she caught wind of what she was reduced to she groaned. Why am I thinking about that now? She looked at the clock and only a few moments passed. It looked like another all nighter. Quinn decided that she really needed to stretch her legs and get a pick me up.
She jet down the stairs of her empty house and looked around. Judy Fabray had been out of the house again, probably at one of her old ladies meetings. It was always a constant outing for her mother. No matter how much she said she wanted to work on her relationship with Quinn, it was a failure. Quinn rolled her eyes as she went into the kitchen. Upon seeing the lack of coffee, she had no choice but to drive and pick some up by herself.
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Quinn inhaled the sweet scent of her Specially Blended Coffee as she stepped out of the convenient store. She opened the top to let the steam roll out into the cool night. She took a couple big gulps, hoping to jump start her system.
She started walking back to her car until she felt an arm seize her waist and gloved hand cover her mouth. Her instincts were to scream and kick as she found herself dragged behind the store. She tried kicking back harder and harder as she screamed, she could taste the leather in her mouth.
"Give me your money, dumb bitch!" The person who had seized her yelled as he held her neck this time and slammed her against the concrete wall.
Quinn groaned out as she felt the shock run up and down her spine. She felt a cool metal touch her neck and her eyes widened to the sharp touch. She couldn’t react any faster before her assailant rushed. "Hurry, up!" He yelled before slamming her against the wall again, this time the back of her head making contact.
She could've sworn she saw stars this time as she tried to open her eyes clearly. All she could feel were her legs getting weak and the blade pressed against her neck even harder. She gasped for air as his gripped tightened around her neck. God, he is going to kill me...
Suddenly a small pair of hands appeared on his shoulder and he yelled out in pain as he crumbled away from Quinn. Unable to move, he was suddenly launched away from her against the other wall. Quinn fell back against the wall weakly before she wheezed in air as quickly as she could. Her esophagus pained by the pressure he had put earlier.
"You think you could get away with that?" a voice growled angrily.
She couldn’t understand how someone could just toss him aside like a rag doll. Quinn steadied her breathing as she heard punches being thrown. She looked up and saw a petite brunette, much smaller than the assailant, lifted him up and slammed him against the wall.
He cried out in pain as the other girl pinned him there using only one arm.
Then the sweater. Quinn instantly recognized the sweater. "Rachel?!" she exclaimed as she took in the sight. The mugger was already badly bruised and weakened. But more than anything, he had an expression that was drained because of fear.
"Help me," he whimpered out to Quinn.
"Shut up!" Rachel yelled as she tossed him to the ground. "You don’t deserve help!" Her tone was angry and fierce. The man crawled away in fear. She followed him with a menacing aura. "Do you want to die? Because that can be arranged." He shook his head as he whimpered. "Don’t even think about touching her or anyone else again. Got it?" He cowered in fear as Rachel got close but nodded nonetheless.
Quinn couldn’t understand why the man was so afraid of Rachel. More than anything, she didn’t know Rachel had the strength to toss that man around. She reached out to grab Rachel's arm and she could feel the constricting muscles in her hand.
Rachel whipped around and Quinn almost found herself screaming. The horns. The pitch black eyes. Oh, god. More like, oh hell. Rachel had a darkened expression on her face filled with anger as she looked at Quinn. The horns protruded out of her skull as if they had always been there. Her eyes were darkly menacing, the kind where you would be skinned alive.
The startling image of Rachel caused Quinn to back away as well. She could hear the man that had tried to mug her scream and scurry off in fear.
The brunette noticed this sudden fear and frowned. Her expression softened as Quinn backed away.
"Don’t hurt me," Quinn squeaked out as she found herself back against the wall.
Rachel frowned at Quinn's request, but gently approached her. Her action mistaken as Quinn flinched. "Come on, let's get you home." Her voice was still soft and angelic as she spoke to Quinn but it was stiff and unnerving. "I won't hurt you," she promised.
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A half hour and a couple of ice packs later, Quinn and Rachel were in her kitchen, silent. Luckily, her head didn’t suffer too much damage. It just hurt a lot but she had not broken skin.
Rachel sat across from her at the table and looked carefully on. "Are you okay?" she whispered. She desperately looked at her fingers crossed before her in guilt.
Quinn nodded. She was timid at Rachel's appearance. The horns were still protruding from her forehead and her eyes, although deeply filled with concern, was still pitch black. She just couldn’t understand how this happened. How could Rachel be Rachel and then be this...devil?
"I am not a devil," Rachel whispered almost sadly. Quinn stared up in shock. "If I were the devil, I wouldn’t be this saintly towards anyone. After all, the Devil is a manipulative character in every religion, in which a person is drawn in by temptation to commit a sin."
That’s Rachel.
"Is it hard to look at me and believe that it is actually me, or something?" Rachel asked carefully.
Quinn's eyes widened. How is she doing that? Her heart pounded in fear. She had seen what Rachel did to the mugger; she could only imagine what Rachel could do to her or the rest of the jocks in school.
Rachel frowned again. It was almost comical to see because a non-devil, devil looking being, was frowning in Quinn's kitchen like some child that had just been scolded at.
"I am sorry, Quinn," Rachel apologized as she got up. "I will just be out of your way. I just wanted to make sure you were home safe and sound." She turned away and began walking out the door. If she had a tail, Quinn was sure that it would be swinging sadly behind her.
"Wait!" the blonde stopped as she got up. She stood too quickly and she stumbled a bit to the rushing sensation. Suddenly, she felt Rachel's body pressed up against her back to steady her. The smaller girl's arms around her waist. Quinn's breath hitched to the intimate position they were in. She could feel Rachel being extremely protective as she held her.
"Don't rush it. Even if you didn’t sustain a serious head injury, it is important that you take care of yourself," Rachel chided.
"I am okay," Quinn relaxed into Rachel's grasped as she regained her head. She saw clearly again and turned to Rachel. The protruding horns were slowly disappearing back under Rachel's skin, but her eyes were still filled with concern.
Quinn didn’t want to ask. She was afraid of how Rachel would react.
"I am really glad you are okay, Quinn." Rachel said with finality. "Just please, don’t mention this to anyone." Quinn stood still as Rachel let go of her and began walking away. She had sounded like she was about to cry. This time, Quinn reached out and grabbed Rachel's arm again.
"Please, talk to me about this," Quinn requested as she held onto Rachel's arm.
"If you're sure." Quinn nodded. Rachel sighed and let Quinn sit down before sitting next to her.
It took a few minutes before Rachel began. She had to gather the right words. If she said anything, Quinn could possibly send her to the looney bin or worse, scientists. Rachel shivered at the thought. She couldn’t help but notice the curiosity that Quinn held as the blonde studied her horns and eyes.
"I am a demon." There it was out. Being the devil was just insulting but being a demon is much more interesting as Rachel found out. Demons were always more free than the devil. They were after all spirits that could be controlled as many over looked. "Before you ask, my fathers aren’t demons. It’s an inherited anomaly that runs in the females of my family. I had to ask Shelby about it. You see, my great-great-great-great-great grandmother made a deal that if her legacy as a singer and dancer lasted throughout the ages that she would give up half of her soul."
"How do you give up half of your soul?" Quinn asked incredulously.
"You see, dealing with demons is always funny because they don’t want to take over your life completely, they just want to integrate their lives into yours and control certain aspects that they can thrive on."
Rachel made it seem like it was an everyday thing to her. Making deals with demons and selling half a soul. "How long have you known?" Quinn asked.
Rachel shrugged and bit the inside of her mouth. "Remember that time, Puck pushed me in the sandbox in the first grade and called my dads faggots?" Quinn nodded with a vague recollection. "Then all of a sudden, he 'fell' as he ran to the jungle gym and broke his leg?" The blonde's eyes widened. "Yes, as cruel as it was that was me."
The memory of it plagued Rachel for most of her life and many others followed. Quinn reached out and grabbed Rachel's hand. It was soft and reassuring that she didn’t do anything wrong.
"I didn’t mean to. My inner demon just comes out on its own and does things that I want to happen. I would never want to hurt anyone no matter how angry I am, consciously and unconsciously. I've always been afraid, terrified, at what I could do to a person. I keep telling myself don’t get angry, but even in the 10 years of learning how to control myself, it just isn’t enough. I've had to go to a therapist for years. I try counting backwards from ten, which only escalated to counting back from 100, then I try to think of happy things, then I try to think of nice things. I have to put myself through a lot of hoops just so I don’t lose my temper."
Quinn frowned. "Is that why you just take it? Because you are afraid of losing your temper?"
"Quinn, you saw me. You saw what I can do. Imagine it happening to school, to all of those jocks that laugh at me?"
"I am sorry."
"Why are you apologizing, Quinn?"
"Because I have done my share of laughing."
Rachel felt the urge to hold Quinn's hand, which had been resting on hers the whole time. So she did. It soothed her heart of the dark feelings she had towards her peers. All she could feel was the warmth and comfort of Quinn's hand. She hadn’t even realized that her horns had disappeared on its own.
"It's okay, Quinn. I know you're different from those idiots," Rachel reassured with a smile on her face. "I am glad that since I did expose my secret that it was to you."
"I never want to see you angry, Rachel," Quinn returned honestly. "Past, present, and future; it isn’t fair that you always get picked on and you can’t do anything about it."
"Look, its okay, Quinn. I've learned to live with it."
"But you can toss someone twice your size like a rag doll if you really wanted to." The memory of Rachel saving her was now etched in her mind. It wasn’t something she was exactly afraid of but more than anything, relieved. Rachel had saved her. "You could’ve killed that guy."
Rachel's eyes darkened at the thought. "No one hurts you," she growled protectively. Suddenly, Quinn looked taken aback. Realizing the blonde's change in demeanor, "I am so sorry. Just the thought makes me lose it." She looked to the ground.
A pair of fingers pushed up Rachel's chin and she was forced to see only hazel. Her heart pounded inside of her as she stared at Quinn. For the first time, Rachel felt the black color melt away from her eyes and her heart at complete ease.
"Thank you for saving me." Quinn gave Rachel the most genuine smile that Rachel had ever been graced with and all she could do was smile back.
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Quinn wasn’t afraid of approaching Rachel anymore. Sometimes she felt herself drawn to the shorter girl. Even though, Rachel had been the one to protect her, at school sometimes Quinn felt that Rachel needed to be protected.
Rachel had been on the way to Spanish, when someone stuck out their foot. Before Rachel could even register falling, her face was firmly planted into the ground and her books and papers were littered everywhere. She heard a roar of laughter erupt as she slowly picked up her head.
Neanderthals. She scoffed as she picked herself up to grab her things. A flash of blonde blew by and Quinn was right before her, shuffling to pick up her scattered papers. The blonde sent a small smile in her direction.
"Thanks," Rachel whispered as she gathered her things.
"No problem." Quinn smiled and handed her the loose papers before disappearing.
It was almost routine if Quinn didn’t always disappear on her. Because the next few times, she did. Literally. Rachel would look up after the blonde had helped her get back into order but she was nowhere to be found. After the next couple of days, Rachel realized the teasing seemed to die down a bit. Maybe it was her aura frightening everyone now.
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Rachel was on her way from Glee when a splash of ice and sugar hit her face, twice. She was well more than pissed because her usual dose was one slushie per day. Two was really pushing it. She rubbed her eyes free of the icicles and tried to see who it was.
She could only recognize the laughs from Azimio and Karofsky. The ice blinded her again and she couldn’t really move without probably slipping on the liquid that dripped onto the ground. The laughter sounded louder than it had ever been before.
Her fists clenched at her sides. She couldn’t care less about her books or her clothes. The only thing that she thought of was tearing Karofsky into bits and pieces, literally.
A firm pair of hands held her arms and directed her away. She couldn’t see who it was but she could only guess as the sound of a door swinging open followed.
"Quinn?" Rachel asked as the water turned on.
"Yeah it’s me." Quinn responded with a slight splash. "Your horns were showing again." She had a smile on her face, Rachel felt as she was directed to bend over. Panic rose inside of her.
"Did anyone notice?" she asked as she reached to push away the thick layer of ice that was sticking to her face.
"Nope, just me. You are lucky I caught you in time because you were about to pounce," Quinn joked as she held Rachel's hair back.
"Well, it's better if they walk away but when they stand there and laugh...," Rachel dunked her head under the water. She wanted to calm herself down. She would only scare Quinn off if she told her the truth. She took a deep breath as she picked up her head from the water.
A towel with the Cheerios seal was handed to her. Quinn was still there. She dried her face and expected Quinn to disappear.
Quinn stood there with a quizzical look on her face. Her hand rose and reached out to Rachel. "Hey, those guys are idiots." Her hand brushed over her horns. Rachel shut her eyes to the touch. "If only you had fangs, those are easier to hide."
Rachel let out a light laugh. "Then I would be a vampire. We all know since the Twilight series came out, they have been hiding underground in shame," she stated. Quinn laughed, unable to tell if Rachel was telling the truth or not.
"Well, they should be plotting to kill Stephanie Meyer for writing that series instead," Quinn returned. She moved her hand down from Rachel's horn, as it slowly disappeared, and caressed her cheek. Rachel was deeply confused by the action. Nevertheless, she welcomed it because somehow she always felt calm when Quinn was around.
"Hey, your horns already disappeared," Quinn realized with a slight ounce of excitement.
Rachel felt her forehead and it was completely free of the protrusions. "Well, they always disappear when I am at ease. Thank you for your help, Quinn. I deeply do appreciate it."
"It really isn’t a big deal," Quinn returned as her hand found its way onto her shoulder. She gave a gentle squeeze. "I have to take care of some business. I will see you around." Before Rachel could even respond, the blonde disappeared, leaving her standing there with the Cheerios' towel.
"Hey, Berry," Santana's sharp voice shot. Rachel turned and saw Santana and Brittany standing there with her books. "Quinn wanted us to get these to you."
"Thanks," Rachel let out slowly. She was just getting accustomed to Quinn being around her but adding Brittany and Santana to the mix was just out right strange. She held out the towel. "Am I supposed to return this to you?"
Santana wrinkled her nose. "That's Quinn's; return it to her." She held back her snark as she placed Rachel's books gently on the dry end of the sink. "I don’t even know why she is being nice to her. You're so weird."
"It is cute," Brittany threw in. She smiled at Santana.
"No, its not B. Quinn is way too hot to be around the little midget."
"Rachel is cute, leave her alone."
"Guys, I am still right here. As much as I appreciate you returning my belongings, I would appreciate it if you left the trash talking when I am not here," Rachel threw out, feeling out of place and offended.
"Easy there tiger, we are just saying, Q doesn’t do nice things to just anyone," Santana offered with a scoff. "Come on, B, we have to go to class."
Rachel rolled her eyes as the pair left. Her confusion only grew. Brittany waved to her with a smile on her face as Santana interlocked their hands and walked out into the sea of students.
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Rachel walked out of History and saw Quinn standing there waiting for her.
"Hey," Quinn greeted.
Rachel looked around her as if she wasn’t the one being addressed. It wasn’t until Quinn approached her that she realized, she was being addressed. "Hello, Quinn, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Rachel asked as they began walking to Spanish.
"No reason," Quinn responded with a smile. "Listen, I don’t know if you are busy this Friday but I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?"
Rachel quirked an eyebrow. Under any other circumstance, she would jump at the chance to hang out with anyone. However, it was so sudden and uncanny, that she couldn’t help but hesitate.
"Uh, why?" she asked.
Quinn let out a light laugh. "Because, that’s what normal kids do on Friday night?"
"Well, I am not sure if I understand your intentions. After all, you are the one sporting a Cheerios uniform." The red and white uniform on Quinn wasn’t bothering Rachel at all, it was what came with it: the attitude, belief, and choices. "Your reputation precedes you as a Cheerio."
Again, that sweet angelic laugh came. "Well, if you are worried about my intentions, how about we hang at your house?" Quinn offered a smile. Rachel couldn’t do anything else but smile in return.
"Sure, my house it is then."
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Truth was, Rachel didn’t have too many friends. She had the other kids in Glee but it was rare for them to hang out. Mercedes was always with Kurt. Santana, Brittany, and Quinn were usually together. Puck and Finn had football and of course they were jocks. Mike, Matt, Tina, and Artie, surprisingly enough, hung out a lot together.
Rachel usually had most of her time to herself. She used it well in studying, practicing, and trying to control her demon. When Quinn asked to hang out, Rachel was pretty sure something was up. Santana was right, why was Quinn being so nice to her?
The doorbell rang at exactly 7.
Rachel looked around, she hadn’t really prepared anything. More than anything, she was expecting Quinn not to show up.
So, when Quinn stood at her door, dressed in a simple pair of jeans and t-shirt, Rachel felt mildly confused.
"You don’t look excited to see me," Quinn said as she stared. She bit her bottom lip.
Rachel mentally slapped herself for letting it show. She moved aside to let Quinn in and shut the door behind the blonde. A vague scent of lavender followed Quinn as she entered.
"I was just thinking to myself that you weren’t really going to show up," Rachel honestly said as they walked into the living room.
"I guess, you have every right to think of that but I wouldn’t do that." Rachel gestured for her to make herself comfortable.
"Do you want something to drink? I mean I really didn’t prepare anything for us to do."
"Anything is fine Rachel." She nodded. "Where are your dads?"
"They are away on a business trip, so I have the house to myself for the weekend." Rachel disappeared into the kitchen leaving Quinn alone.
The blonde took the time to study Rachel's house. It was full of things, not in a cluttered way but it definitely showed that someone lived there. She smiled at the trophy case that stood behind her.
"My fathers always like adding to the collection," Rachel said when she returned seeing Quinn staring at all the various awards. "I still have to go to competitions every now and then."
"Is that why you are always practicing?" Quinn asked as Rachel held her a drink. She took it.
"I just do it to burn time. There isn’t much for me to do."
"So if I didn’t show up?"
Rachel shrugged. "Probably take my time controlling my powers."
The blonde gave her a scrunched expression. "What can you do that you always have to try and control it?" she asked cautiously. She didn’t want to press too hard.
"Want to see instead?"
Quinn nodded. Rachel beckoned her to follow her. They went into Rachel's backyard, which was bare for the most part except for the stone steps that led up to her porch and a bench that rested under the large tree.
Rachel was walking ahead of her when all of a sudden she disappeared. The blonde rushed forward and looked around frantically for her.
"I'm back here," Rachel said with a dark smirk.
"I thought I was just imagining that," Quinn breathed out with relief. "So you can teleport?"
Rachel laughed as if it were the most ridiculous notion that Quinn offered. "No, I just move very quickly. My reflexes are heightened, so I can get around things easily." Quinn nodded in understanding as Rachel walked in front of her.
Rachel stood at the edge of the porch and looked at one of the stone steps that was in the ground. Without moving, she raised her hand and flicked up her wrist. The stone lifted itself from the ground and floated. Quinn looked at it in shock.
"I know, it helps a lot with moving heavy objects around," Rachel stated before she put down the stone. "When I get really angry, I can do this." She looked around and saw a brick lying in the corner. She picked it up with one hand and all of a sudden it crumbled into pieces with a slight squeeze. "Of course, I have to grow out my talons and bat wings as well but no one has gotten me that angry before."
Quinn stared with her jaw dropped. She was set on disbelief before Rachel smiled.
"I am kidding. The only things that grow out of me are my horns."
"Do they hurt?"
Rachel shook her head after shooting a confused expression. That's the first time anyone's asked me that. "Only sometimes. If I am really angry I won’t notice them appear. Only when I try to stop being angry, they'll hurt."
"Why?"
"The demon inside me is like its own spirit, so it fights with me to come out."
"And if it does?"
"Let's just say, it won’t end pretty," Rachel offered with a light smile. Inside, even though she was weary of Quinn, she really didn’t want the girl to disappear.
A breeze rolled by. Rachel remained unaffected but noticed a slight shiver from the blonde girl.
She reached out for the blonde's arm and ushered her inside. "It's warmer inside. Maybe we could do something else."
"You know Rachel?" Rachel shut the door behind her. "You are a really good person." She is beautiful. Rachel gave an extremely confused look.
Did I just hear that?
"You keep your head high and your temper under wraps all the time because you don’t want to hurt anyone," Quinn clarified. "I don’t think I would have enough will power like you."
"Its something I choose to do and have to do. I am still Rachel. I have a Broadway career I am going to pursue. I can’t let this thing get in my way," Rachel reminded. Her ambition was her main distraction from being demonic. She focused all of her energy into practicing at times just so she wouldn’t have the urge to kill.
Quinn laughed as if it were normal. She knew there was Rachel in there somewhere. Under that uncanny quiet version of Rachel she was now in the presence of, the actual Rachel was still around.
"So what else can you do besides move quickly, have vicious strength, and move things with your mind?"
Rachel shrugged. "Nothing really," she lied. She could still hear the buzzing of Quinn's thoughts in her head. She liked hearing Quinn's thoughts in her head. Even though she turned it off most of the time.
For the rest of the night, Quinn had encouraged Rachel to watch some movies that weren’t Rachel's usual taste. They argued over Charlie's Angels. Rachel almost cried during Mean Girls. She became deeply disturbed with Harold and Kumar. And she forced Quinn to watch Funny Girl with her.
Since that Friday, Rachel welcomed Quinn as her friend. They hung out more frequently outside of school and Quinn was more casual with her during school. Quinn's thoughts were all innocent towards Rachel. The blonde really did want to be friends with her and although never spoke, thoroughly enjoyed Rachel's company. Quinn of course would be the one doing the planning for most of the time. They had gone out to the movies, went out for food, did some bowling, and various activities that Rachel didn’t usually do. Nevertheless, Rachel always had fun.
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Rachel prided being in control of her demonic powers. She always had them under control, never really letting her powers show.
However, ever since Quinn became friends with her, Rachel felt something different inside of her. It was completely foreign and quite powerful. The demon inside of Rachel gagged at the thought of Rachel actually falling in love with the blonde. Then again, who was to deny Rachel of such an angel?
Quinn became genuine over the years. Her bitchiness was put aside with maturity and kindness. Everything that made up Quinn was beautiful and loving. She stood up for what she wanted to without caring too much about what other people thought. Her reputation remained intact as Rachel came to realize, no matter how much their friendship grew.
No one could blame Rachel for falling for Quinn. It wasn’t her fault entirely after all. Quinn had come to her. She wanted to get to know Rachel; spend time with her; share secrets with her; have fun with her. In all honesty, Quinn was the one being more than friendly. Rachel just welcomed Quinn because she knew the blonde was the only reason half of the school wasn’t torn apart.
It wasn’t until winning Sectionals that Rachel started to lose control of her temper. It was in seeing Finn finally gathering the balls to talk to Quinn that Rachel found the glass bottle of Guinness shatter in her hand without a second thought.
"Whoa, are you okay, Berry?" Santana asked as she heard the sound of the shards of glass falling.
"It was a slip of the hand. I am sorry for startling you," Rachel calmly answered. "Please, go back to making out with Brittany. I will be out of your way."
"Are you sure you are okay?" Brittany asked, noticing a difference in Rachel's tone.
"Yes." Finn's drink "spilled" on him. "Better."
Rachel promptly left the party, just so that she wouldn’t have to see Finn leaning as close as he wanted to her friend.
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Quinn can date whoever she wants to. She can talk to whoever she wants to. It's not like she's just going to up and leave me because she's found someone else.
Finn leaned next to Quinn in Spanish to ask for "help." He had his ugly, goofy face. God, she wanted to punch him into the ground.
The bell rang and she rushed out of class. Quinn stood there in confusion because they were supposed to walk to the next class together.
"Hey, Rachel I was doing this article for the paper---"
"Back off, Jew-fro!" Rachel snapped before Jacob ben Israel could even get another word out. He slammed against the lockers with a loud thud. A whimper escaped him as Rachel walked on without thinking.
A light laugh came from the crowd of jocks. She could tell they were looking at her and laughing. "What are you staring at?" she snarled.
For the first time in McKinley High history, they backed off. All of them scared of Rachel's cutthroat reaction to their simple laughter. Half of it wasn’t even directed towards her.
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That was just the first day. The next couple of weeks at school were hell on everyone. Quinn only heard about it because her schedule was so busy. She kept trying to find Rachel to calm the girl down but she was nowhere to be found.
Rachel took a sweeping glance around the halls and saw Quinn laughing at Finn as he talked. God, what vocabulary would he use to make her laugh? Oh right, that’s supposed to be the funny part.
She clenched her fists and walked away quickly. She nearly ripped open her locker when she got there.
"Hey, Berry! Q is looking for you!" Santana informed as she approached Rachel at her locker.
Rachel slammed it shut so loudly that Santana jumped. The dark eyes were vaguely coming into color. The Cheerio kept her stance firm as Rachel seemed to get taller. She advanced towards Santana menacingly. "Look, Lopez. My name is Rachel Berry; it is not Man hands, Treasure Trail, or Berry. Got it? You are going to call me Rachel, when you address me. I am not one of your lackeys on the Cheerios. You will not boss me around like I am a nothing. You got it? I am Rachel fucking Berry."
Santana gulped as Rachel finished. She almost cried as Rachel towered next to her.
"Got it?!" Rachel hissed.
Santana squeaked and nodded promptly before running off. For the first time in Santana Lopez's life, someone other than her parents, made her cry out of fear.
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"Hey, Jew!"
"Don’t even think about it!" Rachel yelled as she stopped Karofsky in the middle of his throw. Her voice was powerful and resounding that everyone stopped and turned their attention to her. "I've never said anything before about your complete lack of brain cells and the need to tease me. If you have a crush on me, just admit it! Stop doing these ridiculous things like throwing Slushies at my face. It doesn’t make you a man! It makes you look like a fucking tool!"
Everyone gasped as Rachel swore at Karofsky, who looked like he just wet his pants. Even then, it didn’t matter. Rachel seized the cold drink from his hands and threw it at him. The ice and sugar planted itself right onto his face.
She threw the cup at his face in disgust before stomping off.
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Rachel rushed home right after school. She couldn’t take going to Glee and seeing Finn flirt with Quinn any longer. Everyday, she was getting more out of control. Beakers, desks, books, shelves, even lockers, flew across the space without a warning as Rachel fumed by. They had been mishaps that Rachel completely forgot she was the cause of them.
Her head ached as she rushed up to her room. She threw her backpack onto the bed but her anger sent it crashing through the window. She let out a growl of frustration and everything in her room pushed away from her into the walls.
Her horns appeared and this time she couldn’t get rid of them. She looked at herself sadly in the mirror. This is pitiful, as she studied her darkened eyes.
The sound of the door pounding loudly rolled up the stairs.
Rachel whipped her head to her door and it fell off of its hinges. Calm down, Rachel. Come on. The passionate anger ran through her veins. She really couldn’t stop herself from being angry any longer.
She hopped down the stairs in one sweeping leap before standing in front of the door. The demon inside of her was proud of the gesture for taking advantage of her powers.
The pounding turned into frequent knocks that Rachel only became more annoyed. She whipped the door open, ready to tear the person apart.
"Quinn?" Rachel gaped like a fish as she saw the blonde girl standing before her looking petrified. Quinn held her backpack in her hands and looked worried at Rachel.
"I came to check on you but then I saw your backpack crash through the window so I thought something was wrong. Are you okay? Is something wrong? Did someone try to hurt you?" Quinn rambled on as she entered the house like a knight. She looked around frantically, holding the backpack up as if it were some kind of weapon.
"Quinn, really?" Rachel slammed the door shut with her powers without realizing it. "Do you see the horns? I am pretty sure I can take care of myself. Now, I thank you for retrieving my backpack. If you may, please leave." She didn’t intend to sound so harsh but she could see the pain flicker across Quinn's face as she pointed to the door.
"What's wrong, Rachel?" She is still beautiful. Quinn asked carefully. I wish she would just give me a chance. "I know I have been busy with the Cheerios and my other extracurricular but I always had time to see you." I made time to see you. "But you have been avoiding me for the last two weeks. I really wanted to talk to you."
Rachel furrowed her brows in confusion. Hearing Quinn speak and think at the same time confused her. She couldn’t tell what Quinn was getting at. Quinn had Finn already. What would she want with me?
"Your anger has just been out of control lately and I wanted to know if you were okay. You told me you could handle it. I know something has been bothering you though. So please, talk to me." Quinn looked Rachel in the eyes. She wasn’t afraid anymore, only concerned and almost heartbroken. "What's wrong, Rachel? Why won’t you talk to me about it?"
"What does it matter?" Rachel snapped. She wished Quinn had left already. God, couldn’t she go see Finn already?
"I care about you." I love you.
Rachel rubbed her temples. Hoping she had not just heard what Quinn had just thought. "Don't you have Finn already?" Rachel groaned out as she rubbed her temples harder. The horns seemed to want to remain there.
What is she thinking? "What are you talking about Rachel?" Quinn asked in sheer confusion. Why would she ask about Finn?
"Aren’t you dating him?" Rachel pressed on. She really wished she hadn’t asked.
Is she crazy? "Rachel, are you crazy?" Quinn asked as she dropped the backpack. She moved closer to Rachel. "What makes you think I am dating Finn?"
"He's been putting the moves on you since Sectionals! And you're over there letting him do so!"
"Rachel, are you kidding me?" the blonde practically yelled startling Rachel. I want you. "I turned him down right when he asked me to go out on a date with him! He's just being friendly until he can get over the fact that I don’t like him!" I love you, you idiot.
"Why are you confusing me so much?!" Rachel cried out. "Stop thinking that you love me and that you want to be with me!" She fell into the couch and buried her face in her hands.
Quinn blanched. Her face paled as Rachel slouched on the couch. "You can read my mind?" she could barely choke out.
"Only if you are thinking so loudly," Rachel said as she picked up her head. She fought back the tears that were ready to fall.
Everything that I just thought, she heard?
"Yes, Quinn, I can hear you loud and clear." Quinn slowly approached Rachel and kneeled down before her. She reached up and directed Rachel's face towards hers.
"If you knew the whole time, why didn’t you tell me?" Quinn asked carefully. Her hazel eyes filled themselves with tears.
Rachel shook her head in confusion. "I didn’t know if I was just imagining it or you were thinking it because I saved you. I stopped trying to listen to your thoughts."
"I was always scared of telling you the truth. I was scared you would just leave me and stop being friends with me," Quinn honestly said without thinking it beforehand.
Rachel let out a light laugh. It was if the gods were playing with her.
"You were angry about Finn hitting on me this whole time because you thought I was going to leave you?" Quinn asked as she directed Rachel to look at her again. She was slowly falling into the dark eyes.
Rachel looked down shamefully. The demon inside of her laughed at her. "No. I just couldn’t stand looking at him as he touched your or you letting him touch you. I never thought that thinking about someone being with you, that wasn’t me, could make me so angry. I really, truly am sorry; Quinn, but I want you."
"Have you been listening to my thoughts?" Quinn returned as a reminder. "I want you, Rachel. I just haven’t been able to tell you because there was never an opportunity for me to be close to you. So that night, when you saved me, I wanted to thank you. I wanted to get to know you and be with you." She grabbed Rachel's hands and held them.
The gesture was so sweet that Rachel didn’t even realize how long it’s been since Quinn made contact with her. She was always fuming and on edge. Her heart pounded in a good way that she couldn’t hold her anger any longer.
Quinn cupped Rachel's face and gently brought their lips together. It was a first that Rachel had ever kissed a girl and the first time she ever thought about kissing Quinn. She never knew the angel that was before her could kiss her so sweetly and lovingly. Yet, there she was, Quinn Fabray, captain of the Cheerios, president of the Student Council, co-captain of the Glee Club, and whatever else, on her knees kissing her.
Rachel ran her hand through Quinn's hair and reached for her waist. She picked up the girl with ease, never parting their lips, and placed her gently on her lap. A sheer force from within her caused her to wrap her arms around Quinn tightly and kiss her harshly. Her tongue slipping into Quinn's mouth and winning a short battle for dominance.
A small gasp came as Rachel lost herself. Quinn pulled back suddenly and held her lips gingerly.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Rachel asked, alarmed. She cursed the demon inside of her.
Quinn blushed as she placed her hands on Rachel's shoulders to steady herself. "I just didn’t think you'd be so aggressive." She shyly stared at Rachel, unsure of what to do.
"It’s just, ugh," Rachel groaned as she threw back her head and covered her face with her hands.
"What's wrong?" Quinn asked carefully as she reached for Rachel's hands.
"Shelby told me it’s not just when I am angry. The anger just fuels my need to hurt something. I become aggressive anytime there is a high level of emotion running in my body. Especially, when there is an erotic sensation, I would be more likely to be dominant..." This is too much information. Rachel blushed as Quinn stared at her with curiosity.
"So...are those horns on your head or are you just happy to see me?" Quinn threw out with a laugh.
Rachel blushed with embarrassment. "Shut up, Quinn." She reached up and gently pulled Quinn against her body. "I love you," she whispered. In response, Quinn shuddered into her before nibbling at her earlobe.
"I love you, too."
The demon inside of Rachel rested itself as long as she was with Quinn, its angel in disguise.