We Are Going to Make It: Chapter 3/16
Title: We Are Going to Make It 3/16
Author:emmelia24
Rating: PG, nothing happens yet but it will definitely change.
Pairing: Quinn Fabray and Sam Evans, eventually Quinn Fabray and Rachel Berry
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. This is purely and simply fiction. The characters belong to Fox and Ryan Murphy and a bunch of other people I do not know.
Summary: Future!fic. Quinn and Rachel’s lives have not turned out the way they had dreamed they would.
A/N 1: So, this took me a while to write due to Christmas. I had a lovely holiday, and am so thankful for everything I have, including you guys! Here it is, chapter 3. There is a bit of a cliffhanger, not really, but I do think you will enjoy it! Please comment and review because I love to hear from you. Makes my day, even if it is a review telling me you do not enjoy this story. Everything is appreciated. Thanks to my kick ass beta cdn_torii !!! I hope you all enjoy this!
"Okay."
“Okay?” Quinn asked, shocked that her former victim was consenting to going out to dinner with her.
The brunette nodded and proceeded to go tell her father of her newly acquired plans.
“Quinn Fabray? The cheerleader The same Quinn Fabray head cheerleader who tortured you for four years?”
“Yes, Daddy. She offered to take me out to dinner tonight to I don’t know, talk or something. I’m going to give her a chance. She seems…different somehow.”
Her father sighed and placed a protective hand on her shoulder.
“Well, if you trust her than I will trust her. Be careful, sweetheart. Dad and I will be waiting for you at home.”
He kissed her on the cheek and pulled her into a tight hug before handing the brunette her coat. She gave him a signature Berry smile and walked back over to the blonde and her mother. The two were talking in a hushed whisper, seeming to be arguing about something. Rachel cleared her throat and the fighting came to a halt.
“Rachel,” Quinn started and pulled her mother closer to her, “Mother, this is Rachel Berry. We went to McKinely together.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you Ms. Berry. You were fantastic in tonight’s performance. You were born to do this. Broadway better get ready for you. They won’t know what hit them.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Fabray,” Rachel replied humbly, “I hardly believe Broadway will take me but those words mean so much to me.”
Quinn’s mouth dropped. Was Rachel Berry being…humble, modest even? She must have had the wrong girl. The Rachel she remembered would have said something along the lines of “Why thank you, Mrs. Fabray. Being one spoiled in the arts, I am well aware of my talents and yes Broadway should be prepared for I will blow them away.” She really had come a long way since high school. Rachel gazed at the blonde, noting her confusion.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked politely.
“No-no, it’s just-nothing. Mother, I was wondering if Rachel might accompany me to dinner tonight. You have a rather big dinner tomorrow night with Daddy; wouldn’t you want to get your beauty rest before the big night?”
Quinn gave her mother those irresistible doe eyes that begged for her mother to surrender. The elder woman looked from the blonde to Rachel and noted how the latter gazed at the blonde, how her brown eyes seemed to drink in her daughter.
“Right, Quinnie. I do need my rest. Do you need my car?”
“That’s alright, Mrs. Fabray. We can take mine, as I assume you need yours to get home. I’ll have Quinn home safely. I promise.”
“Thank you, Rachel. You two have fun now,” she said as she pulled her daughter into a hug.
“This does not mean you have gotten out of our mother-daughter dinner. You owe me,” the woman whispered into Quinn’s ear.
She flashed Rachel her fake smile and with that walked out of the now empty lobby. Quinn looked to Rachel who was still looking after her mother. Her brown hair was flowing down her shoulders, brow waves that seemed to perfectly shape her face.
“Shall we?” she prompted, pulling the girl out of her trance.
“Oh, yes! Let’s go! My car is in the cast/crew parking lot. I just need to get my lipstick from my dressing room. Follow me,” the brunette said cheerfully, trying desperately to hide her nerves.
She was going to dinner with her biggest enemy, driving her in her car. What the heck was she thinking? The two walked side by side down the deserted hallway, being that the entire cast and crew had already left. Soon enough, they arrived at the brunette’s dressing room. Quinn was expecting the door to have a big obnoxious gold star with her name in flashing lights but instead her eyes met a rather plain looking sheet of paper that read Rachel Berry in Times New Roman font. Rachel held the door open for the blonde.
“Well, here it is. It isn’t much but it’s where I’ve been living for the past few months.”
Quinn scanned the room, noting how un-Rachel it looked. There was an armchair in the corner of the room with a few costumes draped over the side. On the make up table were a few photographs. One was of her and her fathers in a park of some sort. Another was of the entire cast on opening night it appeared. The final was of the Glee Club, the first year they had won sectionals. Quinn stared at it, shocked at how much they all had changed. At the time she still was pregnant, her swelling stomach evident under her coral dress. Kurt had his hand on Rachel’s shoulder and he was dressed in a designer tan suit. Mr. Schuester was beaming, never expecting to see the group again in that choir room let alone expect them to win the competition. Santana and Brittany were smiling brightly, and Artie was positioned in the middle with his adorable sweater vest. Finn never looked more at peace and then there was Rachel, dressed in her classic penny loafers and knee high socks. She had a sinfully short purple skirt along with a purple sweater vest. Her brown hair fell in waves and she was flawless. No make up but instead the brightest and purest smile Quinn had ever seen.
They were all so happy back then. Quinn hadn’t smiled like that in a long time. She remembered that picture was taken after they had given Mr. Schuester their gift for him being such a great mentor to each and every one of them. It was one of her happiest moments, even if she wouldn’t admit it to anyone but herself. In that moment, she had forgotten about being a pregnant teenager, a homeless teenager, a lying girlfriend; instead, she was a member of a team that was proud of her, that made her happy, that she was more than proud of being a part of. It was remarkable how she had felt.
“You like that one?”
Quinn stood back up and looked at Rachel. She was staring at her with a look of understanding.
“I think that was the happiest moment of my life,” the brunette whispered, the vulnerability finally peeping out from behind her normally sunny façade.
Quinn nodded as she felt her eyes become misty.
“Me too.”
Rachel gazed at the blonde and their eyes met. Both could see the pain and hurt swimming amongst the brown and hazel swirls. Quinn’s heart began to beat rapidly in her chest. No one had ever looked at her like that before with so much compassion. Not even her parents gave her a look like that. How was it possible that a girl she tortured could still look at her like that?
“We should get going,” Quinn said, clearing her throat and holding the door for the brunette.
Rachel nodded and shoved the lipstick they had come to retrieve into her coat pocket. As she walked out, the smell of vanilla washed over the blonde, leaving her speechless in the doorway. She exhaled, trying to gain some control.
What the hell is going on?
“Quinn? Are you coming?”
Quinn blinked and looked at the concerned diva. She nodded and closed the door after flipping the lights off. They walked to the car in silence, neither knowing what to say. Once they reached the car, Quinn opened the door for Rachel and proceeded to her own seat. Rachel was shocked by her sudden acquisition of manners. It was almost as if she cared.
Rachel started up the car, blasting the heat, and buckled herself in tightly. As she put on hand on the cold wheel, she turned the radio on and the sounds of Florence and the Machine filled the car.
“I love this song,” Quinn remarked as she gazed out the window.
Rachel smiled.
“Me too. It is amazing what kind of music you discover after you leave the Broadway bubble.”
They let the music fill the silence and the heat warm their frigid bodies. Winter in Ohio was brutal and it was only the third week in November.
“Hey, Quinn?”
Quinn pulled her attention from the window to the girl driving the small Volkswagen.
“Yeah, Rachel?”
Rachel’s heart skipped at the sound of her name coming from that voice.
“You’ve really changed, haven’t you?”
The words hit the blonde hard. Had she changed? It was a difficult question.
“I would hope so.”
The brunette giggled softly and returned her gaze to the road. The rest of the ride was spent in a comfortable silence, neither really wanting to talk about anything just yet. Then the car came to a halt, causing Quinn’s eyes to snap open. Had she fallen asleep? She looked at Rachel who was staring at her with a look of…adoration? Had she woken up in some alternate reality?
“What?” she said, her voice lacking its usual animosity.
A blush spread across the girl’s tan cheeks.
“Nothing, you just fell asleep. I am sorry to bore you.”
“Rachel, you’re not boring me. I-I’m just tired that’s all.”
Rachel nodded, knowing there was more to the story then just Quinn being tired; but she let it slide and with that she got out of the car, pulling her gloves tighter onto her small hands, and walked over to open Quinn’s door.
“Thank you,” Quinn whispered, not sure why her voice suddenly could not project.
They walked into the restaurant and were overwhelmed by the sudden warmth. A young waiter came up to them asking how many were dining that evening.
“Table for two, please,” Rachel said matter-of-factly.
The man nodded, grabbed two menus and guided them over to their table in the back of the room. They took their coats and gloves off and sat down.
“I’ll give you a chance to look at the menus,” he said and left the two in silence.
Now it was awkward. Quinn looked up from her menu to find Rachel buried in hers. Why was this suddenly feeling like a date?
This is so weird. Shit, why did I invite her here? I’d honestly prefer my mother at this point.
“So, see anything you like?” Quinn asked nervously.
“Well, to be honest, the menu hasn’t changed since high school. I’ll just have some spaghetti, sans meatballs.”
“Still a vegan then?”
“Of course! I assume you aren’t.”
Quinn shook her head.
“As much as I believe it is a noble cause, I cannot give up my bacon. Sorry, does that make me a bad person?”
Rachel laughed, “No, Quinn, it does not make you a bad person. It makes you human.”
Quinn smiled. This was kind of…nice. The waiter returned and they both ordered their meals. Quinn took a sip of her water.
“So, this long story of yours, let’s hear it.”
Rachel froze.
“I didn’t think you actually meant you wanted to hear it. I thought you simply wanted to get out of having dinner with your mother.”
“Of course I want to hear it. I mean yeah, my mother is pretty terrible, but I want to know what you’re doing here. I always pictured you…”
“On Broadway?” Rachel asked, her eyes dropping.
“Well, yeah. I mean you are really talented. My mother wasn’t lying when she said they’d be lucky to have you.”
Rachel blushed and shook her head.
“No they wouldn’t be.”
Quinn practically choked on her drink. Had she heard correctly?
“Now I really want to hear this story.”
And she did. She wanted to know what asshole convinced Rachel Berry that she was not good enough for Broadway. All throughout high school, Broadway was all the young ingénue spoke about. All of her solos were from Broadway classics. Le Miserable’s, Wicked, Cabaret. What had changed? Suddenly she felt angry, angry at the idiot who managed to brainwash her into thinking she wasn’t talented enough, because she was more than talented enough.
Rachel looked at Quinn deeply, her eyes harboring year’s worth of pain and heartbreak. Quinn’s heart wrenched, wanting suddenly to fix her, make it better. She had spent her entire high school career trying to do just that, break the persistent diva. Now that she saw that Rachel really was broken, she felt the impulse to put her back together.
“Are you sure you want to hear this?” the brunette asked, her voice small and meek.
Quinn returned the gaze with a look of new found determination.
“Yes, Rachel. I am sure.”
Author:emmelia24
Rating: PG, nothing happens yet but it will definitely change.
Pairing: Quinn Fabray and Sam Evans, eventually Quinn Fabray and Rachel Berry
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. This is purely and simply fiction. The characters belong to Fox and Ryan Murphy and a bunch of other people I do not know.
Summary: Future!fic. Quinn and Rachel’s lives have not turned out the way they had dreamed they would.
A/N 1: So, this took me a while to write due to Christmas. I had a lovely holiday, and am so thankful for everything I have, including you guys! Here it is, chapter 3. There is a bit of a cliffhanger, not really, but I do think you will enjoy it! Please comment and review because I love to hear from you. Makes my day, even if it is a review telling me you do not enjoy this story. Everything is appreciated. Thanks to my kick ass beta cdn_torii !!! I hope you all enjoy this!
"Okay."
“Okay?” Quinn asked, shocked that her former victim was consenting to going out to dinner with her.
The brunette nodded and proceeded to go tell her father of her newly acquired plans.
“Quinn Fabray? The cheerleader The same Quinn Fabray head cheerleader who tortured you for four years?”
“Yes, Daddy. She offered to take me out to dinner tonight to I don’t know, talk or something. I’m going to give her a chance. She seems…different somehow.”
Her father sighed and placed a protective hand on her shoulder.
“Well, if you trust her than I will trust her. Be careful, sweetheart. Dad and I will be waiting for you at home.”
He kissed her on the cheek and pulled her into a tight hug before handing the brunette her coat. She gave him a signature Berry smile and walked back over to the blonde and her mother. The two were talking in a hushed whisper, seeming to be arguing about something. Rachel cleared her throat and the fighting came to a halt.
“Rachel,” Quinn started and pulled her mother closer to her, “Mother, this is Rachel Berry. We went to McKinely together.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you Ms. Berry. You were fantastic in tonight’s performance. You were born to do this. Broadway better get ready for you. They won’t know what hit them.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Fabray,” Rachel replied humbly, “I hardly believe Broadway will take me but those words mean so much to me.”
Quinn’s mouth dropped. Was Rachel Berry being…humble, modest even? She must have had the wrong girl. The Rachel she remembered would have said something along the lines of “Why thank you, Mrs. Fabray. Being one spoiled in the arts, I am well aware of my talents and yes Broadway should be prepared for I will blow them away.” She really had come a long way since high school. Rachel gazed at the blonde, noting her confusion.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked politely.
“No-no, it’s just-nothing. Mother, I was wondering if Rachel might accompany me to dinner tonight. You have a rather big dinner tomorrow night with Daddy; wouldn’t you want to get your beauty rest before the big night?”
Quinn gave her mother those irresistible doe eyes that begged for her mother to surrender. The elder woman looked from the blonde to Rachel and noted how the latter gazed at the blonde, how her brown eyes seemed to drink in her daughter.
“Right, Quinnie. I do need my rest. Do you need my car?”
“That’s alright, Mrs. Fabray. We can take mine, as I assume you need yours to get home. I’ll have Quinn home safely. I promise.”
“Thank you, Rachel. You two have fun now,” she said as she pulled her daughter into a hug.
“This does not mean you have gotten out of our mother-daughter dinner. You owe me,” the woman whispered into Quinn’s ear.
She flashed Rachel her fake smile and with that walked out of the now empty lobby. Quinn looked to Rachel who was still looking after her mother. Her brown hair was flowing down her shoulders, brow waves that seemed to perfectly shape her face.
“Shall we?” she prompted, pulling the girl out of her trance.
“Oh, yes! Let’s go! My car is in the cast/crew parking lot. I just need to get my lipstick from my dressing room. Follow me,” the brunette said cheerfully, trying desperately to hide her nerves.
She was going to dinner with her biggest enemy, driving her in her car. What the heck was she thinking? The two walked side by side down the deserted hallway, being that the entire cast and crew had already left. Soon enough, they arrived at the brunette’s dressing room. Quinn was expecting the door to have a big obnoxious gold star with her name in flashing lights but instead her eyes met a rather plain looking sheet of paper that read Rachel Berry in Times New Roman font. Rachel held the door open for the blonde.
“Well, here it is. It isn’t much but it’s where I’ve been living for the past few months.”
Quinn scanned the room, noting how un-Rachel it looked. There was an armchair in the corner of the room with a few costumes draped over the side. On the make up table were a few photographs. One was of her and her fathers in a park of some sort. Another was of the entire cast on opening night it appeared. The final was of the Glee Club, the first year they had won sectionals. Quinn stared at it, shocked at how much they all had changed. At the time she still was pregnant, her swelling stomach evident under her coral dress. Kurt had his hand on Rachel’s shoulder and he was dressed in a designer tan suit. Mr. Schuester was beaming, never expecting to see the group again in that choir room let alone expect them to win the competition. Santana and Brittany were smiling brightly, and Artie was positioned in the middle with his adorable sweater vest. Finn never looked more at peace and then there was Rachel, dressed in her classic penny loafers and knee high socks. She had a sinfully short purple skirt along with a purple sweater vest. Her brown hair fell in waves and she was flawless. No make up but instead the brightest and purest smile Quinn had ever seen.
They were all so happy back then. Quinn hadn’t smiled like that in a long time. She remembered that picture was taken after they had given Mr. Schuester their gift for him being such a great mentor to each and every one of them. It was one of her happiest moments, even if she wouldn’t admit it to anyone but herself. In that moment, she had forgotten about being a pregnant teenager, a homeless teenager, a lying girlfriend; instead, she was a member of a team that was proud of her, that made her happy, that she was more than proud of being a part of. It was remarkable how she had felt.
“You like that one?”
Quinn stood back up and looked at Rachel. She was staring at her with a look of understanding.
“I think that was the happiest moment of my life,” the brunette whispered, the vulnerability finally peeping out from behind her normally sunny façade.
Quinn nodded as she felt her eyes become misty.
“Me too.”
Rachel gazed at the blonde and their eyes met. Both could see the pain and hurt swimming amongst the brown and hazel swirls. Quinn’s heart began to beat rapidly in her chest. No one had ever looked at her like that before with so much compassion. Not even her parents gave her a look like that. How was it possible that a girl she tortured could still look at her like that?
“We should get going,” Quinn said, clearing her throat and holding the door for the brunette.
Rachel nodded and shoved the lipstick they had come to retrieve into her coat pocket. As she walked out, the smell of vanilla washed over the blonde, leaving her speechless in the doorway. She exhaled, trying to gain some control.
What the hell is going on?
“Quinn? Are you coming?”
Quinn blinked and looked at the concerned diva. She nodded and closed the door after flipping the lights off. They walked to the car in silence, neither knowing what to say. Once they reached the car, Quinn opened the door for Rachel and proceeded to her own seat. Rachel was shocked by her sudden acquisition of manners. It was almost as if she cared.
Rachel started up the car, blasting the heat, and buckled herself in tightly. As she put on hand on the cold wheel, she turned the radio on and the sounds of Florence and the Machine filled the car.
“I love this song,” Quinn remarked as she gazed out the window.
Rachel smiled.
“Me too. It is amazing what kind of music you discover after you leave the Broadway bubble.”
They let the music fill the silence and the heat warm their frigid bodies. Winter in Ohio was brutal and it was only the third week in November.
“Hey, Quinn?”
Quinn pulled her attention from the window to the girl driving the small Volkswagen.
“Yeah, Rachel?”
Rachel’s heart skipped at the sound of her name coming from that voice.
“You’ve really changed, haven’t you?”
The words hit the blonde hard. Had she changed? It was a difficult question.
“I would hope so.”
The brunette giggled softly and returned her gaze to the road. The rest of the ride was spent in a comfortable silence, neither really wanting to talk about anything just yet. Then the car came to a halt, causing Quinn’s eyes to snap open. Had she fallen asleep? She looked at Rachel who was staring at her with a look of…adoration? Had she woken up in some alternate reality?
“What?” she said, her voice lacking its usual animosity.
A blush spread across the girl’s tan cheeks.
“Nothing, you just fell asleep. I am sorry to bore you.”
“Rachel, you’re not boring me. I-I’m just tired that’s all.”
Rachel nodded, knowing there was more to the story then just Quinn being tired; but she let it slide and with that she got out of the car, pulling her gloves tighter onto her small hands, and walked over to open Quinn’s door.
“Thank you,” Quinn whispered, not sure why her voice suddenly could not project.
They walked into the restaurant and were overwhelmed by the sudden warmth. A young waiter came up to them asking how many were dining that evening.
“Table for two, please,” Rachel said matter-of-factly.
The man nodded, grabbed two menus and guided them over to their table in the back of the room. They took their coats and gloves off and sat down.
“I’ll give you a chance to look at the menus,” he said and left the two in silence.
Now it was awkward. Quinn looked up from her menu to find Rachel buried in hers. Why was this suddenly feeling like a date?
This is so weird. Shit, why did I invite her here? I’d honestly prefer my mother at this point.
“So, see anything you like?” Quinn asked nervously.
“Well, to be honest, the menu hasn’t changed since high school. I’ll just have some spaghetti, sans meatballs.”
“Still a vegan then?”
“Of course! I assume you aren’t.”
Quinn shook her head.
“As much as I believe it is a noble cause, I cannot give up my bacon. Sorry, does that make me a bad person?”
Rachel laughed, “No, Quinn, it does not make you a bad person. It makes you human.”
Quinn smiled. This was kind of…nice. The waiter returned and they both ordered their meals. Quinn took a sip of her water.
“So, this long story of yours, let’s hear it.”
Rachel froze.
“I didn’t think you actually meant you wanted to hear it. I thought you simply wanted to get out of having dinner with your mother.”
“Of course I want to hear it. I mean yeah, my mother is pretty terrible, but I want to know what you’re doing here. I always pictured you…”
“On Broadway?” Rachel asked, her eyes dropping.
“Well, yeah. I mean you are really talented. My mother wasn’t lying when she said they’d be lucky to have you.”
Rachel blushed and shook her head.
“No they wouldn’t be.”
Quinn practically choked on her drink. Had she heard correctly?
“Now I really want to hear this story.”
And she did. She wanted to know what asshole convinced Rachel Berry that she was not good enough for Broadway. All throughout high school, Broadway was all the young ingénue spoke about. All of her solos were from Broadway classics. Le Miserable’s, Wicked, Cabaret. What had changed? Suddenly she felt angry, angry at the idiot who managed to brainwash her into thinking she wasn’t talented enough, because she was more than talented enough.
Rachel looked at Quinn deeply, her eyes harboring year’s worth of pain and heartbreak. Quinn’s heart wrenched, wanting suddenly to fix her, make it better. She had spent her entire high school career trying to do just that, break the persistent diva. Now that she saw that Rachel really was broken, she felt the impulse to put her back together.
“Are you sure you want to hear this?” the brunette asked, her voice small and meek.
Quinn returned the gaze with a look of new found determination.
“Yes, Rachel. I am sure.”