500 Days and they haven't yet lost their minds (2/3)
Title: 500 days and they haven’t yet lost their minds.(2/3)
Author :Chappy_sml
Summary: Quinn and Rachel in a ‘500 days of summer’ twist.
Note: This is for a prompt in the glee angst meme, and I know that its meant to be super angsty but I can’t go there just yet. If the songs turn out to be really OOC for Rachel, sorry I blame it on my complete lack of knowledge on the classics.
Note2: If there are typos I blame it on a super caffeinated mind.
Spoiler: Preach! Quinn’s pregnant and no its not Puck’s.
Word count: 2000***
[Day 68]
Quinn was sprawled on the Berry’s bathroom floor when Rachel clicked the lights on. Quinn was leaning her forehead on the edge of the ceramic bowl, her long hair tangled and in disarray. Quinn looked up at her and she could see the blond breaking as Quinn bit into her lower lip and started to wipe at her tears frantically. It was Quinn’s 8th night at ‘palacio de Berry’ and Rachel was still incredibly wary with her and this whole idea that Mr. Schuester shoved into her face. ‘I’m not blaming you but...you were the one who started it’ she heard Mr. Schuester’s voice in her head. But still, Rachel walked the rest of the distance and pulled Quinn into her arms, patting her back softly. They’re still not friends, and frankly that is an impossibility but Rachel prided herself on being morally-straight and it was only right to hold Quinn right now. “Stop crying Quinn” she soothed. Quinn’s voice was muffled as she said “I’m alone... now... my parents hate me, Finn hates me... God hates me... you hate me...”
“Shh... Quinn... I don’t hate you.” Rachel realized that it was true, she didn’t hate Quinn and the realization made her tighten her hold more. She held Quinn like that until the sunlight streamed through the high window and threw shadows on the blue, tiled walls.
[Day 38]
Rachel stood in front of the door of the glee room shuffling her feet. She hears Mr. Schuester’s amazingly melodic voice and a tint of red covered her cheeks. The debauchery of it all! Really? Berry, really? Mr. Schuester. She closed her eyes for awhile remembering the appalled to borderline crazy looks Mr. Schuester was giving her as she scurried after him around the piano.
Well at least when she’s already at her rightful place in the spotlight at Broadway that singer-wannabe-slash-career wrecker would be able to say: ‘Geez, Rachel Berry she used to pine after me.’ Which she didn’t, it was a moment of weakness and research has proved that it is normal for teenagers to pine after authority figures specially those with melodic voices. She nodded and reached out to open the door, thoroughly pleased at her logic.
Only, it opened before she touched it. Quinn.
Quinn Fabray was giving her the same appalled look she remembered on Mr. Schuester’s face, only Quinn’s face was laced with fatigue. She’s really pale, her forehead slightly sweating, her blond hair held by a black headband, hazel eyes heavily hooded.
“RuPaul.” Quinn said, and then she had a hand on Rachel’s arm and was pulling her away from the door and into the empty hallway. “Quinn.” Rachel started torn between a question and a full blown rant. Quinn ignored her and continued on wherever she was bringing Rachel. “Quinn, I swear, I hate being late, punctuality is very important and I have a reputation of---“ “Stop speaking!” Quinn snapped, turning a corner. “You’re only reputation, Berry, is being the most slushied student at the end of the damn day.” Quinn spat out. They arrived in front of the comfort room and Quinn tore the door open, walked over to a stall and started wrenching. Rachel stood at the door for awhile, realizing that she should start patting Quinn or something, but the vulnerability rooted her there, just staring at Quinn on her knees, eyes on the verge of spilling tears out. This Quinn was new, all the hard edge gone... but still, she didn’t want this Quinn and she closed her eyes for a moment hoping that it’ll all go away. Yes, Quinn was a bitch-even though Rachel hated the vulgarity of the word- but she would never have wished this on her. “Man hands, hold my hair up, for god’s sake!” Quinn croaked and Rachel hurriedly went over to scoop the blond locks together, momentarily flashing to flower fields at the smell of it. “Quinn, when asking someone for help please always keep in mind that insults does not help.” Quinn groaned in reply.
Later as Quinn was splashing water unto her face Rachel ranted on bout how Quinn should never again just roughly grab her and drag her to a C.R. just that she could hold the ex-cheerio’s hair. Quinn popped a gum into her mouth and said “Shut up, RuPaul! Your voice is giving me a headache and I agree let’s not do this again.” That wasn’t Rachel’s point but she held it in and watched as Quinn blew a bubble.
[Day 39]
Rachel was fumbling with her history book when she passed Quinn on again another empty hallway, Quinn was dragging her to the C.R. and her books were dropping to the floor before she can even roll her eyes and grunt in exasperation. “You did say ‘I agree let’s not do this again’ right?” Rachel asked. “Shut up, Berry.”
[Day 40]
Quinn was patting her face dry on the sink with Rachel’s handkerchief as Rachel stood by the door, fuming because she missed glee practice. She stood by the door so that other students can’t enter until Quinn had fixed herself. She glanced at the blond and Quinn flashed her a smirk from the mirror. Rachel shrugged, pointed at the stall that Quinn just doubled over at and Quinn bared her teeth at her.
[Day 43]
Rachel handed Quinn a box of soap and a red towel with a gold star at the middle. Quinn smirked at that, amused and Rachel rolled her eyes in response. She’d gotten used to Quinn’s smirks and this... daily... occurrence so she opted to be the one who cares for hygiene because clearly Quinn already had thousands of other things to think about. “Don’t get so invested in this... relationship, Berry. It could easily be flushed down the pipe.” Rachel sighed because clearly Quinn was impressed with her pun. “For the first time, I am the one saying this: Shut up, Quinn.”
[Day 215]
Quinn staggered into the sink as Rachel flushed the toilet, wrinkling her nose a little. She pulled the cover down and sat on it watching as Quinn opened the small, mirrored compartment above the Berry’s sink. Quinn pulled the blue toothbrush which was besides Rachel’s pink one out of a tall glass, squirted toothpaste on it and started brushing her teeth. A moment later, Quinn twirled towards the brunette. “Ah it’s clean now.” She said, blowing into her hand to prove it. Rachel was beside her in an instant “Let me see.” She said, kissing Quinn suddenly and very hungrily.
[Day 286]
Rachel was outside the bathroom door, listening to Quinn heaving her guts out behind the locked door. “Quinn...” she begun... “Please Quinn... open the door... please, you know I hate feeling useless.” Rachel knew she sounded desperate but she no longer cared. Quinn had spiralled into a depression of habitual vomiting and insufficient food intake after she lost the baby. “Hanniel...” she heard Quinn sob. “Quinn...” she starts but Quinn interrupted her “Go away! I don’t need you, I never needed you... I want my baby back... Hanniel...”
Rachel faced the door and leaned her forehead into the cold wood, tears coursing down her face. “I want to hold you...” she whispered.
[Day 300]
“Damn, Brittany! Answer the phone” Kurt hissed then blinked when he realized that it was, in fact, Brittany he just snapped at. Rachel wiped at her face, mild outrage beginning to form. “Hey! Stop interrupting me.” She said. Kurt rolled his eyes “You find drama in everything, don’t you Berry?” he said. Brittany flipped her phone open then turned to Kurt.
“Santana wants to talk to you, Kurt.” Kurt held his hand for the phone. “Be nice” Brittany whispered to Santana and handed the phone over to Kurt with a smile. She sauntered over to Rachel and started patting her on the head.
“I swear, ‘The gay who wears Prada’ if you continue on keeping Brittany up so late. I’ll cut it off... which won’t be that much of a punishment...I guess...” Santana hissed into the phone. Kurt just found Santana funny. “Tell Berry that. She’s the one crying and keeping us all up.” He said nonchalantly. “Berry? Rachel Beeerrryyy? Crying? Kurt? Rachel crying a lot?” Kurt raised one perfectly trimmed eyebrow at the way Santana enunciated the words. Kurt heard someone huff and say ‘jerk’ from the background before Santana spoke again. She sounded oddly distracted now. “Well, whatever then. Hand the phone to Brittany.”
Kurt does so, because Santana wasn’t above man-slaughter. He turned to Rachel. “Go on then.”
[Day 69]
The Berry-s and Quinn were all seated around the breakfast table, Quinn nibbling at a toast, Rachel digging into a bowl of cereals, while her dads were sharing a sandwich. Rachel dropped the spoon with a slight clatter and reached for the sugar bowl but Quinn’s pale hand beat her to it and she watched grudgingly as the blond took her dear time carefully measuring the sugar on spoon but didn’t say anything. They weren’t friends, but it would be immature to whine about sugar. Quinn smirked at her and Rachel wanted to launch into a tirade about pregnant, freeloader women and their unfair privileges.
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After a round on her elliptical Rachel pulled her earphones off and grabbed her bathrobe and marched to the Bathroom, but before she could reach it, Quinn, who was standing by her door opposite the bathroom, bored-ly surveying her nails, was suddenly by the door- Her hand twisting the knob open. A quick smirk at Rachel and then the door was shut right in her face. Rachel was beyond pissed and wondered if it would still be morally right if she kicked Quinn’s haughty ass out the door.
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Rachel waved goodbye at her dads from the couch and when the door closes she leaned in to the soft cushion and popped her earphones on, closing her eyes as Barbara Streisand’s voice filled her ears. She opened her eyes later as the couch dipped a little. She eyed Quinn warily as the pregnant girl started switching through channels. Rachel shrugged and closed her eyes again, opting to just ignore Quinn... which was not possible as the song suddenly changed. She whirled at Quinn who was grinning at her haughtily. “What is your problem? You’ve been raising my temper since 7:01 this morning.” Quinn rolled her eyes and muttered “of course she knows the detailed time.” “You’re my problem.” Quinn declared yanking Rachel’s earphones off by the string gently. “You said you didn’t hate me Ru-I mean Rachel, of course nothing says ‘I don’t hate you’ more than blatant avoidance.” Quinn said. Rachel opened her mouth to rant at her but realized that the only thing she wanted to say was “-but we’re not friends.” Quinn laughed a little. “Let’s fix that then, I know that you know that you’re not specifically at the top of my friendship list but... you’re here with me... and for that... I want to be friends.” She said going adorably red at the face. Rachel debated the cons and pros of befriending Quinn but she just ended up with that blond little kid and the taste of that oatmeal cookie. She pushed a bud into Quinn’s ear and another on one of hers, then she leaned back on the couch, her head almost touching Quinn’s. It was a silent agreement. Rachel Berry always thought that silence is never enough but as Quinn closed her eyes and that wistful, content smile appeared on her lips, Rachel realized that silence can be comforting too.
“This sounds like something my grandma would play.” Quinn muttered.
[Day 209]
Finn’s hands were on the door, pinning her in between as he leaned to capture Rachel’s lips. She offered them up. Finn swooped down hurriedly and Rachel closed her eyes trying to get into the kiss, but that was proving to be impossible as she kept trying to hear inside the house, wondering what Quinn was cooking and if she could help. She realized that, that was just, just sad. Here Finn was practically dribbling saliva into his chin but there she was wondering if she could help in the kitchen when the only thing she ever did on it before was to completely turn an egg into an unrecognizable black thing that her dads ate anyway. Rachel was 10.
The kiss was over before she can even exit from her thoughts of her dads’ faces while trying to pretend that the fried black thing was delicious. It is unnecessary to say that she didn’t enjoy the kiss. She watched Finn walk over to his car, roll the window down to grin at her then he drove off. Rachel hurriedly threw the door open, like she was drowning and inside was air.
She found Quinn by the counter and it took a moment before she realized that the blond was praying, very desperately. Quinn had her eyes shut close, mumbling words, her hands together, she was praying so hard that she was wringing them a bit. Quinn made the sign of the cross and turned her hazel eyes to Rachel. Rachel can only describe the way Quinn looked at her as pained, like she didn’t want to look at her, afraid to look at her. She moved to sit next to Quinn, swivelling her chair to face the taller girl. “Hey.” She greeted. Quinn just looked at her then she sighed and laughed a little dry laugh. “Why?” she asked.
“Why what, Quinn?”
“Why are you doing this to me? Why am I doing this to myself?”
Rachel’s brows scrunched together. “You are not making remotely any sense, Quinn.”
Quinn closed her hazel eyes. A smile ghosted her lips. “Why are you making me love you? It’s so wrong but I just can’t stop...”
To be continued... I hope.
Author :Chappy_sml
Summary: Quinn and Rachel in a ‘500 days of summer’ twist.
Note: This is for a prompt in the glee angst meme, and I know that its meant to be super angsty but I can’t go there just yet. If the songs turn out to be really OOC for Rachel, sorry I blame it on my complete lack of knowledge on the classics.
Note2: If there are typos I blame it on a super caffeinated mind.
Spoiler: Preach! Quinn’s pregnant and no its not Puck’s.
Word count: 2000***
[Day 68]
Quinn was sprawled on the Berry’s bathroom floor when Rachel clicked the lights on. Quinn was leaning her forehead on the edge of the ceramic bowl, her long hair tangled and in disarray. Quinn looked up at her and she could see the blond breaking as Quinn bit into her lower lip and started to wipe at her tears frantically. It was Quinn’s 8th night at ‘palacio de Berry’ and Rachel was still incredibly wary with her and this whole idea that Mr. Schuester shoved into her face. ‘I’m not blaming you but...you were the one who started it’ she heard Mr. Schuester’s voice in her head. But still, Rachel walked the rest of the distance and pulled Quinn into her arms, patting her back softly. They’re still not friends, and frankly that is an impossibility but Rachel prided herself on being morally-straight and it was only right to hold Quinn right now. “Stop crying Quinn” she soothed. Quinn’s voice was muffled as she said “I’m alone... now... my parents hate me, Finn hates me... God hates me... you hate me...”
“Shh... Quinn... I don’t hate you.” Rachel realized that it was true, she didn’t hate Quinn and the realization made her tighten her hold more. She held Quinn like that until the sunlight streamed through the high window and threw shadows on the blue, tiled walls.
[Day 38]
Rachel stood in front of the door of the glee room shuffling her feet. She hears Mr. Schuester’s amazingly melodic voice and a tint of red covered her cheeks. The debauchery of it all! Really? Berry, really? Mr. Schuester. She closed her eyes for awhile remembering the appalled to borderline crazy looks Mr. Schuester was giving her as she scurried after him around the piano.
Well at least when she’s already at her rightful place in the spotlight at Broadway that singer-wannabe-slash-career wrecker would be able to say: ‘Geez, Rachel Berry she used to pine after me.’ Which she didn’t, it was a moment of weakness and research has proved that it is normal for teenagers to pine after authority figures specially those with melodic voices. She nodded and reached out to open the door, thoroughly pleased at her logic.
Only, it opened before she touched it. Quinn.
Quinn Fabray was giving her the same appalled look she remembered on Mr. Schuester’s face, only Quinn’s face was laced with fatigue. She’s really pale, her forehead slightly sweating, her blond hair held by a black headband, hazel eyes heavily hooded.
“RuPaul.” Quinn said, and then she had a hand on Rachel’s arm and was pulling her away from the door and into the empty hallway. “Quinn.” Rachel started torn between a question and a full blown rant. Quinn ignored her and continued on wherever she was bringing Rachel. “Quinn, I swear, I hate being late, punctuality is very important and I have a reputation of---“ “Stop speaking!” Quinn snapped, turning a corner. “You’re only reputation, Berry, is being the most slushied student at the end of the damn day.” Quinn spat out. They arrived in front of the comfort room and Quinn tore the door open, walked over to a stall and started wrenching. Rachel stood at the door for awhile, realizing that she should start patting Quinn or something, but the vulnerability rooted her there, just staring at Quinn on her knees, eyes on the verge of spilling tears out. This Quinn was new, all the hard edge gone... but still, she didn’t want this Quinn and she closed her eyes for a moment hoping that it’ll all go away. Yes, Quinn was a bitch-even though Rachel hated the vulgarity of the word- but she would never have wished this on her. “Man hands, hold my hair up, for god’s sake!” Quinn croaked and Rachel hurriedly went over to scoop the blond locks together, momentarily flashing to flower fields at the smell of it. “Quinn, when asking someone for help please always keep in mind that insults does not help.” Quinn groaned in reply.
Later as Quinn was splashing water unto her face Rachel ranted on bout how Quinn should never again just roughly grab her and drag her to a C.R. just that she could hold the ex-cheerio’s hair. Quinn popped a gum into her mouth and said “Shut up, RuPaul! Your voice is giving me a headache and I agree let’s not do this again.” That wasn’t Rachel’s point but she held it in and watched as Quinn blew a bubble.
[Day 39]
Rachel was fumbling with her history book when she passed Quinn on again another empty hallway, Quinn was dragging her to the C.R. and her books were dropping to the floor before she can even roll her eyes and grunt in exasperation. “You did say ‘I agree let’s not do this again’ right?” Rachel asked. “Shut up, Berry.”
[Day 40]
Quinn was patting her face dry on the sink with Rachel’s handkerchief as Rachel stood by the door, fuming because she missed glee practice. She stood by the door so that other students can’t enter until Quinn had fixed herself. She glanced at the blond and Quinn flashed her a smirk from the mirror. Rachel shrugged, pointed at the stall that Quinn just doubled over at and Quinn bared her teeth at her.
[Day 43]
Rachel handed Quinn a box of soap and a red towel with a gold star at the middle. Quinn smirked at that, amused and Rachel rolled her eyes in response. She’d gotten used to Quinn’s smirks and this... daily... occurrence so she opted to be the one who cares for hygiene because clearly Quinn already had thousands of other things to think about. “Don’t get so invested in this... relationship, Berry. It could easily be flushed down the pipe.” Rachel sighed because clearly Quinn was impressed with her pun. “For the first time, I am the one saying this: Shut up, Quinn.”
[Day 215]
Quinn staggered into the sink as Rachel flushed the toilet, wrinkling her nose a little. She pulled the cover down and sat on it watching as Quinn opened the small, mirrored compartment above the Berry’s sink. Quinn pulled the blue toothbrush which was besides Rachel’s pink one out of a tall glass, squirted toothpaste on it and started brushing her teeth. A moment later, Quinn twirled towards the brunette. “Ah it’s clean now.” She said, blowing into her hand to prove it. Rachel was beside her in an instant “Let me see.” She said, kissing Quinn suddenly and very hungrily.
[Day 286]
Rachel was outside the bathroom door, listening to Quinn heaving her guts out behind the locked door. “Quinn...” she begun... “Please Quinn... open the door... please, you know I hate feeling useless.” Rachel knew she sounded desperate but she no longer cared. Quinn had spiralled into a depression of habitual vomiting and insufficient food intake after she lost the baby. “Hanniel...” she heard Quinn sob. “Quinn...” she starts but Quinn interrupted her “Go away! I don’t need you, I never needed you... I want my baby back... Hanniel...”
Rachel faced the door and leaned her forehead into the cold wood, tears coursing down her face. “I want to hold you...” she whispered.
[Day 300]
“Damn, Brittany! Answer the phone” Kurt hissed then blinked when he realized that it was, in fact, Brittany he just snapped at. Rachel wiped at her face, mild outrage beginning to form. “Hey! Stop interrupting me.” She said. Kurt rolled his eyes “You find drama in everything, don’t you Berry?” he said. Brittany flipped her phone open then turned to Kurt.
“Santana wants to talk to you, Kurt.” Kurt held his hand for the phone. “Be nice” Brittany whispered to Santana and handed the phone over to Kurt with a smile. She sauntered over to Rachel and started patting her on the head.
“I swear, ‘The gay who wears Prada’ if you continue on keeping Brittany up so late. I’ll cut it off... which won’t be that much of a punishment...I guess...” Santana hissed into the phone. Kurt just found Santana funny. “Tell Berry that. She’s the one crying and keeping us all up.” He said nonchalantly. “Berry? Rachel Beeerrryyy? Crying? Kurt? Rachel crying a lot?” Kurt raised one perfectly trimmed eyebrow at the way Santana enunciated the words. Kurt heard someone huff and say ‘jerk’ from the background before Santana spoke again. She sounded oddly distracted now. “Well, whatever then. Hand the phone to Brittany.”
Kurt does so, because Santana wasn’t above man-slaughter. He turned to Rachel. “Go on then.”
[Day 69]
The Berry-s and Quinn were all seated around the breakfast table, Quinn nibbling at a toast, Rachel digging into a bowl of cereals, while her dads were sharing a sandwich. Rachel dropped the spoon with a slight clatter and reached for the sugar bowl but Quinn’s pale hand beat her to it and she watched grudgingly as the blond took her dear time carefully measuring the sugar on spoon but didn’t say anything. They weren’t friends, but it would be immature to whine about sugar. Quinn smirked at her and Rachel wanted to launch into a tirade about pregnant, freeloader women and their unfair privileges.
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After a round on her elliptical Rachel pulled her earphones off and grabbed her bathrobe and marched to the Bathroom, but before she could reach it, Quinn, who was standing by her door opposite the bathroom, bored-ly surveying her nails, was suddenly by the door- Her hand twisting the knob open. A quick smirk at Rachel and then the door was shut right in her face. Rachel was beyond pissed and wondered if it would still be morally right if she kicked Quinn’s haughty ass out the door.
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Rachel waved goodbye at her dads from the couch and when the door closes she leaned in to the soft cushion and popped her earphones on, closing her eyes as Barbara Streisand’s voice filled her ears. She opened her eyes later as the couch dipped a little. She eyed Quinn warily as the pregnant girl started switching through channels. Rachel shrugged and closed her eyes again, opting to just ignore Quinn... which was not possible as the song suddenly changed. She whirled at Quinn who was grinning at her haughtily. “What is your problem? You’ve been raising my temper since 7:01 this morning.” Quinn rolled her eyes and muttered “of course she knows the detailed time.” “You’re my problem.” Quinn declared yanking Rachel’s earphones off by the string gently. “You said you didn’t hate me Ru-I mean Rachel, of course nothing says ‘I don’t hate you’ more than blatant avoidance.” Quinn said. Rachel opened her mouth to rant at her but realized that the only thing she wanted to say was “-but we’re not friends.” Quinn laughed a little. “Let’s fix that then, I know that you know that you’re not specifically at the top of my friendship list but... you’re here with me... and for that... I want to be friends.” She said going adorably red at the face. Rachel debated the cons and pros of befriending Quinn but she just ended up with that blond little kid and the taste of that oatmeal cookie. She pushed a bud into Quinn’s ear and another on one of hers, then she leaned back on the couch, her head almost touching Quinn’s. It was a silent agreement. Rachel Berry always thought that silence is never enough but as Quinn closed her eyes and that wistful, content smile appeared on her lips, Rachel realized that silence can be comforting too.
“This sounds like something my grandma would play.” Quinn muttered.
[Day 209]
Finn’s hands were on the door, pinning her in between as he leaned to capture Rachel’s lips. She offered them up. Finn swooped down hurriedly and Rachel closed her eyes trying to get into the kiss, but that was proving to be impossible as she kept trying to hear inside the house, wondering what Quinn was cooking and if she could help. She realized that, that was just, just sad. Here Finn was practically dribbling saliva into his chin but there she was wondering if she could help in the kitchen when the only thing she ever did on it before was to completely turn an egg into an unrecognizable black thing that her dads ate anyway. Rachel was 10.
The kiss was over before she can even exit from her thoughts of her dads’ faces while trying to pretend that the fried black thing was delicious. It is unnecessary to say that she didn’t enjoy the kiss. She watched Finn walk over to his car, roll the window down to grin at her then he drove off. Rachel hurriedly threw the door open, like she was drowning and inside was air.
She found Quinn by the counter and it took a moment before she realized that the blond was praying, very desperately. Quinn had her eyes shut close, mumbling words, her hands together, she was praying so hard that she was wringing them a bit. Quinn made the sign of the cross and turned her hazel eyes to Rachel. Rachel can only describe the way Quinn looked at her as pained, like she didn’t want to look at her, afraid to look at her. She moved to sit next to Quinn, swivelling her chair to face the taller girl. “Hey.” She greeted. Quinn just looked at her then she sighed and laughed a little dry laugh. “Why?” she asked.
“Why what, Quinn?”
“Why are you doing this to me? Why am I doing this to myself?”
Rachel’s brows scrunched together. “You are not making remotely any sense, Quinn.”
Quinn closed her hazel eyes. A smile ghosted her lips. “Why are you making me love you? It’s so wrong but I just can’t stop...”
To be continued... I hope.