The Climb (1/9)
Title: The Climb (1/9)
Author:5musketeer
Rating: PG.
Spoilers: Through "Funk".
Word Count: 951.
Summary: Quinn doesn't like Miley Cyrus.
Pairings/Characters: Rachel/Quinn.
Warnings: minor Miley bashing.
It was happening again. She knew it. The itch in the back of her throat was a testament to it. She would be condemned to endless days of silence, plunged into a pit of utter desperation. She now knew she would survive but the prospect of a week without singing still terrified her. She felt less like herself when she didn't have her voice.
The singer sighed and started the first notes of The Climb, in her opinion a contemporary classic that suited her mood just nicely at the moment. Also, she had some mixed feelings about the song since the disaster at the glee club the last time she lost her voice, so she needed to prove she could pull it off correctly and - now that she was at it - better than the original singer.
"Sometimes you gonna have to lose. Ain't about how fast I get there. Ain't about what's waiting on the other side."
Take that, Miley, she thought. She still had it. For a few hours at least. She started to raise her voice, eyes closed, lost in the emotion of the lyrics...
"It's the.."
''God, Berry. There wasn't a corniest song for you to sing in your repertory?''
Rachel flinched. And stopped singing.
"Quinn, I should inform you that in spite of the negative criticism young Cyrus has received lately, The Climb is a perfectly valid musical choice and a beautiful power ballad with a positive message about overcoming the hardships in one's life. Also, it would've been kind of you to wait until I had finished my performance to interrupt me." She knit her brow in frustration.
The young woman at the base only smirked while she went up to the scene, the red and white of her uniform more vibrant under the spotlight. Rachel mused idly upon how her fair hair shone under the lights, making her look like an angelic being. But Quinn Fabray was definitely no angel. Maybe she was nicer with Mercedes and the others now, after all the Babygate debacle, but she wasn't nicer with her. Never with her. And now that she had again the power to divide the hallways of McKinley High with mere will, the only thing she could expect coming from the cheerleader was mocking. She wouldn't give her that satisfaction today, though.
"What do you want, Fabray," she said in the most icy tone she could muster.
Quinn rose an eyebrow in amusement as she approached the smaller girl and circled her. Rachel felt, not for the first time, like confronting a wild, unpredictable and dangerous animal. Said animal decided to take a seat on the piano bench.
"Nothing. I had a free hour to kill before Glee. The last time I checked, the auditorium wasn't yours. But you can keep singing." She acted like she was doing her an immense favor.
Rachel rolled her eyes, doing her best to ignore the gaze in her back and restarted her vastly improved - if she must say so - version of the song.
"I can almost see it. The dream I'm dreaming."
A snort.
"Seriously, that's one awful song."
This time the little singer didn't stop. She sang with more passion over the running commentary of the other girl about Disney rising slutty singers and creating bad television in general - when was she born again?. Rachel felt she was being great, magnificent even. She was totally killing the song.
"It's the cli...."
Her voice suddenly cracked in an awfully off key squeak. Shit. Too much for a few hours. The embarrassment that was growing inside her, trying to reach her face, increased a little more when Quinn began to laugh, very loud, behind her.
"That... that sounds more like her. Like a lot."
Mortified, the singer went to retrieve her music sheets from above the piano so she could, at least, storm out perfectly but a pair of strong hands took her arms, spun her and suddenly she had her back against the piano and was face to face to Quinn Fabray. A very smiling Quinn Fabray.
"You missed the note," she commented lightly.
"I have an infection," Rachel responded lamely.
"And here I was thinking I make you nervous enough to mess up your voice."
Suddenly Quinn was stroking her cheek and Rachel hadn't felt more confused in her entire life. She was probably hallucinating, which was strange since she hadn't taken her antibiotics yet. Maybe if she blinked hard enough... Nope, Quinn was still there, staring at her with mirth in her eyes. And, wow, she really had beautiful eyes. It was more evident at such a close distance. But what was she thinking. She had to focus. Focus, Rachel. Mortal enemy stroking your cheek. That had to be bad. A trap! She stood on her tiptoes and scanned the area over Quinn's shoulders, looking for a battalion of cheerios armed with slushies. The blonde laughed softly and circled the singer's waist with one arm, pulling her closer. Rachel's eyes opened like saucers. This was so not happening. She had to run and do it fast. Sadly, before she could get away from the blonde menace, making a not very dignified exit in the process, Quinn's lips were on her forehead, effectively frozen her in place. Then she was talking again.
"I can take you to the doctor after glee. Is it ok?"
Rachel simply nodded. To agreed with the enemy was the safest choice.
"Good."
And with that she was set free. Soon enough she was alone again on the stage, giving more than some thought at what could only be an intent to write a new chapter in the "Let's Humiliate Rachel Berry" book, and the way to avoid it. She didn't think about hazel eyes, soft lips and warm embraces. She wasn't going to lose this time.
Part 2
Author:5musketeer
Rating: PG.
Spoilers: Through "Funk".
Word Count: 951.
Summary: Quinn doesn't like Miley Cyrus.
Pairings/Characters: Rachel/Quinn.
Warnings: minor Miley bashing.
It was happening again. She knew it. The itch in the back of her throat was a testament to it. She would be condemned to endless days of silence, plunged into a pit of utter desperation. She now knew she would survive but the prospect of a week without singing still terrified her. She felt less like herself when she didn't have her voice.
The singer sighed and started the first notes of The Climb, in her opinion a contemporary classic that suited her mood just nicely at the moment. Also, she had some mixed feelings about the song since the disaster at the glee club the last time she lost her voice, so she needed to prove she could pull it off correctly and - now that she was at it - better than the original singer.
"Sometimes you gonna have to lose. Ain't about how fast I get there. Ain't about what's waiting on the other side."
Take that, Miley, she thought. She still had it. For a few hours at least. She started to raise her voice, eyes closed, lost in the emotion of the lyrics...
"It's the.."
''God, Berry. There wasn't a corniest song for you to sing in your repertory?''
Rachel flinched. And stopped singing.
"Quinn, I should inform you that in spite of the negative criticism young Cyrus has received lately, The Climb is a perfectly valid musical choice and a beautiful power ballad with a positive message about overcoming the hardships in one's life. Also, it would've been kind of you to wait until I had finished my performance to interrupt me." She knit her brow in frustration.
The young woman at the base only smirked while she went up to the scene, the red and white of her uniform more vibrant under the spotlight. Rachel mused idly upon how her fair hair shone under the lights, making her look like an angelic being. But Quinn Fabray was definitely no angel. Maybe she was nicer with Mercedes and the others now, after all the Babygate debacle, but she wasn't nicer with her. Never with her. And now that she had again the power to divide the hallways of McKinley High with mere will, the only thing she could expect coming from the cheerleader was mocking. She wouldn't give her that satisfaction today, though.
"What do you want, Fabray," she said in the most icy tone she could muster.
Quinn rose an eyebrow in amusement as she approached the smaller girl and circled her. Rachel felt, not for the first time, like confronting a wild, unpredictable and dangerous animal. Said animal decided to take a seat on the piano bench.
"Nothing. I had a free hour to kill before Glee. The last time I checked, the auditorium wasn't yours. But you can keep singing." She acted like she was doing her an immense favor.
Rachel rolled her eyes, doing her best to ignore the gaze in her back and restarted her vastly improved - if she must say so - version of the song.
"I can almost see it. The dream I'm dreaming."
A snort.
"Seriously, that's one awful song."
This time the little singer didn't stop. She sang with more passion over the running commentary of the other girl about Disney rising slutty singers and creating bad television in general - when was she born again?. Rachel felt she was being great, magnificent even. She was totally killing the song.
"It's the cli...."
Her voice suddenly cracked in an awfully off key squeak. Shit. Too much for a few hours. The embarrassment that was growing inside her, trying to reach her face, increased a little more when Quinn began to laugh, very loud, behind her.
"That... that sounds more like her. Like a lot."
Mortified, the singer went to retrieve her music sheets from above the piano so she could, at least, storm out perfectly but a pair of strong hands took her arms, spun her and suddenly she had her back against the piano and was face to face to Quinn Fabray. A very smiling Quinn Fabray.
"You missed the note," she commented lightly.
"I have an infection," Rachel responded lamely.
"And here I was thinking I make you nervous enough to mess up your voice."
Suddenly Quinn was stroking her cheek and Rachel hadn't felt more confused in her entire life. She was probably hallucinating, which was strange since she hadn't taken her antibiotics yet. Maybe if she blinked hard enough... Nope, Quinn was still there, staring at her with mirth in her eyes. And, wow, she really had beautiful eyes. It was more evident at such a close distance. But what was she thinking. She had to focus. Focus, Rachel. Mortal enemy stroking your cheek. That had to be bad. A trap! She stood on her tiptoes and scanned the area over Quinn's shoulders, looking for a battalion of cheerios armed with slushies. The blonde laughed softly and circled the singer's waist with one arm, pulling her closer. Rachel's eyes opened like saucers. This was so not happening. She had to run and do it fast. Sadly, before she could get away from the blonde menace, making a not very dignified exit in the process, Quinn's lips were on her forehead, effectively frozen her in place. Then she was talking again.
"I can take you to the doctor after glee. Is it ok?"
Rachel simply nodded. To agreed with the enemy was the safest choice.
"Good."
And with that she was set free. Soon enough she was alone again on the stage, giving more than some thought at what could only be an intent to write a new chapter in the "Let's Humiliate Rachel Berry" book, and the way to avoid it. She didn't think about hazel eyes, soft lips and warm embraces. She wasn't going to lose this time.
Part 2