Fic: The Fast and The Gleeful (Epilogue)
Title: The Fast and the Gleeful
Author: cranberry_pi
Rating: R for language.
Spoilers: Absolutely none.
Summary: An attempt at this prompt
A/N: I was going to hold onto this for a couple of days, but what the heck - it took me forever to get the last two parts done, so I owe all of you for sticking with it! :) I hope everyone's enjoyed the ride, and thank you so much for reading! :)
It was amazing how far a half million dollars could go in Mexico. They’d built three smaller houses surrounding the main beach house - one shared by Rachel and Quinn, one by Brittany and Santana, and the last by Artie and Finn. Quinn suspected, though, that Artie would demand Finn find his own place at some point, as he was getting visibly frustrated with having his brother around so much. Puck, for his part, had occupied the beach house, and all of them had learned through painful experience to always assume he had a naked woman on the couch. They all made sure to put a blanket down on said couch if they ever wanted to sit on it, as well. Their houses were in a perfect spot - isolated enough that they could only be accessed by a gated back road, but close enough to a small village that they could walk to buy their groceries if they felt energetic. Their closest neighbour was miles away, and no one ever bothered them.
Rachel emerged from their house in a white bikini with a colourful wrap around her waist, and Quinn smiled at her. It was still hard to believe she’d survived the sabotage of her car during the race against Sunshine - Quinn still woke in cold sweats, tears on her cheeks, after nightmares wherein she hadn’t dove gracefully out the drivers’ side door as the car soared off the pier and sank to the bottom of the ocean, hadn’t executed the dive quite right or hadn’t been able to get the door open in time. But all she had to do when she had those dreams was reach out for the wonderfully warm body in the bed beside her and the terror went away. Rachel, for her part, seemed to have all but dismissed the incident - she’d bought Quinn a new Skyline to work on in her spare time, and she’d only once made passing reference to not ever wanting to drive again.
None of them was sure what had happened to Francis St. James, but they kept their curiosity in check. No one knew where they were now, and they certainly weren’t going to jeopardise that by inquiring too deeply into the status of the St. James family. For all they knew, Sunshine was gunning for them now - she hadn’t been there when the drug lords had surrounded her father, and she might have returned to the States to take over the family business. But as long as they kept a low profile, they should be nearly impossible to find.
Rachel handed Quinn a piece of paper. “What do you think?”
“Is this the letter to your dads?”
“Yeah,” she bit her lip. “Did I keep it general enough?”
Quinn unfolded the page and read it aloud. “Dear Hiram and Leroy. I hope this letter finds you well, and that you’re both healthy and happy. You may not remember me, but we met a few years ago in New York. I wanted to write and inquire about your daughter, who I once had the pleasure of meeting. I imagine that she’s happy and living a good life? When I spoke to her back then, she indicated that she planned to move away to college not long after - I’m sure that she’s missing the both of you a lot, and wishes she could be home. Please give her my love, and I can’t wait to hear from you. All my best, Lea.” Quinn looked at her approvingly. “I think it’s good - subtle, but it gets everything across.”
Rachel looked out at the ocean, not answering.
“Do you regret it? Coming with me?” Quinn’s voice was tremulous.
“Of course not,” Rachel looked at her with love in her eyes. “I miss them, but I’m so grateful that they gave us this chance. I love you.” She kissed Quinn, hard.
“I love you too, Rach,” Quinn kissed her back.
“What did I tell you two about making out on my beach?”
“Your beach?” Rachel raised an eyebrow. “This beach belongs to us, Santana.”
“You’re getting mouthy these days, midget,” Santana scowled, then laughed. “I like it. Suits you.”
“Where’s Britt?” Quinn asked as Santana sat down beside them.
“Looking for her bikini bottom. It may have gotten thrown across the room earlier.”
“Is that what those horrible noises were?” Rachel smirked. “Sex? I thought maybe a whale had beached itself nearby.”
“Alright, that’s it,” Rachel took off running, Santana hot on her heels. Quinn laughed, watching birds dive into the water and emerge with fish and feeling an inner peace that had long eluded her. The two of them returned a few minutes later, soaking wet and laughing.
“So, Q - what are we going to do now? I mean, I’m happy to sit here on the beach for the rest of my life, but I can’t imagine you doing that.”
“Actually,” Quinn looked at Rachel, “that sounds pretty good to me. But if I ever get bored, I’m sure that new Skyline could win a few races somewhere.”
“Can we go fishing?” Brittany asked from behind them, padding barefoot across the sand to sit next to Santana.
“You don’t like fishing, Britt - it hurts the fish, you said.”
“Well, we don’t have to use hooks. Just take me out in the boat and we’ll hang poles over the side.”
“We’re not going to catch anything that way.”
Brittany sighed, her brow furrowed. “You’re not very smart. I want to have sex with you in the boat, San.”
“Oh! Then yes, let’s go fishing!”
They headed for the dock that Quinn and Rachel had built, climbing into the small motorboat anchored there. Quinn shook her head, laughing - and then licked her lips when she noticed how transparent Rachel’s bikini had become when soaked with water.
“And on that note,” she winked, “we should get you out of that wet swimsuit before you catch a cold.”
“Really?” Rachel grinned, stretching languidly. “And how would you warm me up?”
“Let’s find out,” Quinn extended a hand and pulled her to her feet. They disappeared into their small house - and though the beach was empty with them gone, it was far from quiet. A single sentence was shouted - “god, Quinn, how did you get me undressed that fast? You’re quicker than your car!” - and then there were only moans and wordless cries that lasted long into the night.
Author: cranberry_pi
Rating: R for language.
Spoilers: Absolutely none.
Summary: An attempt at this prompt
A/N: I was going to hold onto this for a couple of days, but what the heck - it took me forever to get the last two parts done, so I owe all of you for sticking with it! :) I hope everyone's enjoyed the ride, and thank you so much for reading! :)
It was amazing how far a half million dollars could go in Mexico. They’d built three smaller houses surrounding the main beach house - one shared by Rachel and Quinn, one by Brittany and Santana, and the last by Artie and Finn. Quinn suspected, though, that Artie would demand Finn find his own place at some point, as he was getting visibly frustrated with having his brother around so much. Puck, for his part, had occupied the beach house, and all of them had learned through painful experience to always assume he had a naked woman on the couch. They all made sure to put a blanket down on said couch if they ever wanted to sit on it, as well. Their houses were in a perfect spot - isolated enough that they could only be accessed by a gated back road, but close enough to a small village that they could walk to buy their groceries if they felt energetic. Their closest neighbour was miles away, and no one ever bothered them.
Rachel emerged from their house in a white bikini with a colourful wrap around her waist, and Quinn smiled at her. It was still hard to believe she’d survived the sabotage of her car during the race against Sunshine - Quinn still woke in cold sweats, tears on her cheeks, after nightmares wherein she hadn’t dove gracefully out the drivers’ side door as the car soared off the pier and sank to the bottom of the ocean, hadn’t executed the dive quite right or hadn’t been able to get the door open in time. But all she had to do when she had those dreams was reach out for the wonderfully warm body in the bed beside her and the terror went away. Rachel, for her part, seemed to have all but dismissed the incident - she’d bought Quinn a new Skyline to work on in her spare time, and she’d only once made passing reference to not ever wanting to drive again.
None of them was sure what had happened to Francis St. James, but they kept their curiosity in check. No one knew where they were now, and they certainly weren’t going to jeopardise that by inquiring too deeply into the status of the St. James family. For all they knew, Sunshine was gunning for them now - she hadn’t been there when the drug lords had surrounded her father, and she might have returned to the States to take over the family business. But as long as they kept a low profile, they should be nearly impossible to find.
Rachel handed Quinn a piece of paper. “What do you think?”
“Is this the letter to your dads?”
“Yeah,” she bit her lip. “Did I keep it general enough?”
Quinn unfolded the page and read it aloud. “Dear Hiram and Leroy. I hope this letter finds you well, and that you’re both healthy and happy. You may not remember me, but we met a few years ago in New York. I wanted to write and inquire about your daughter, who I once had the pleasure of meeting. I imagine that she’s happy and living a good life? When I spoke to her back then, she indicated that she planned to move away to college not long after - I’m sure that she’s missing the both of you a lot, and wishes she could be home. Please give her my love, and I can’t wait to hear from you. All my best, Lea.” Quinn looked at her approvingly. “I think it’s good - subtle, but it gets everything across.”
Rachel looked out at the ocean, not answering.
“Do you regret it? Coming with me?” Quinn’s voice was tremulous.
“Of course not,” Rachel looked at her with love in her eyes. “I miss them, but I’m so grateful that they gave us this chance. I love you.” She kissed Quinn, hard.
“I love you too, Rach,” Quinn kissed her back.
“What did I tell you two about making out on my beach?”
“Your beach?” Rachel raised an eyebrow. “This beach belongs to us, Santana.”
“You’re getting mouthy these days, midget,” Santana scowled, then laughed. “I like it. Suits you.”
“Where’s Britt?” Quinn asked as Santana sat down beside them.
“Looking for her bikini bottom. It may have gotten thrown across the room earlier.”
“Is that what those horrible noises were?” Rachel smirked. “Sex? I thought maybe a whale had beached itself nearby.”
“Alright, that’s it,” Rachel took off running, Santana hot on her heels. Quinn laughed, watching birds dive into the water and emerge with fish and feeling an inner peace that had long eluded her. The two of them returned a few minutes later, soaking wet and laughing.
“So, Q - what are we going to do now? I mean, I’m happy to sit here on the beach for the rest of my life, but I can’t imagine you doing that.”
“Actually,” Quinn looked at Rachel, “that sounds pretty good to me. But if I ever get bored, I’m sure that new Skyline could win a few races somewhere.”
“Can we go fishing?” Brittany asked from behind them, padding barefoot across the sand to sit next to Santana.
“You don’t like fishing, Britt - it hurts the fish, you said.”
“Well, we don’t have to use hooks. Just take me out in the boat and we’ll hang poles over the side.”
“We’re not going to catch anything that way.”
Brittany sighed, her brow furrowed. “You’re not very smart. I want to have sex with you in the boat, San.”
“Oh! Then yes, let’s go fishing!”
They headed for the dock that Quinn and Rachel had built, climbing into the small motorboat anchored there. Quinn shook her head, laughing - and then licked her lips when she noticed how transparent Rachel’s bikini had become when soaked with water.
“And on that note,” she winked, “we should get you out of that wet swimsuit before you catch a cold.”
“Really?” Rachel grinned, stretching languidly. “And how would you warm me up?”
“Let’s find out,” Quinn extended a hand and pulled her to her feet. They disappeared into their small house - and though the beach was empty with them gone, it was far from quiet. A single sentence was shouted - “god, Quinn, how did you get me undressed that fast? You’re quicker than your car!” - and then there were only moans and wordless cries that lasted long into the night.