My Only Exception 3/20
Title: My Only Exception 3/20
Author: emmelia24
Pairing: 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 who I do not know.
Summary: It’s Faberry. Let’s leave it at that. I’m bad at summaries.
A/N: This is my first Faberry story, and I am quite nervous. Reviews would be lovely, but do not feel obligated. I appreciate every read. Thanks for all of the comments. It motivates me to write more. Enjoy! This will be a multi-part fiction. Expect a new chapter every Wednesday and Friday, if not I will tell you. I couldn’t make you wait long and it’s hard for me to wait too. Thanks for reading!!!
Rachel Berry is one optimistic teenager.
No one can doubt that; but lately, she has been depressed, even more depressed than when her hamster died when she was five. Jesse St. James: Star of Vocal Adrenaline, bad boy, heart throb, blah, blah, blah. He had managed to steal her heart and cause her to fall hard and fast. They are just so similar. Both want fame. Both are undeniably talented performers; however, they differ in one vital way. Rachel Berry is loyal. She would never abandon a friend let alone her boyfriend. Jesse, however, was okay with that. Out of the blue, he dumped her and returned to Vocal Adrenaline, breaking the brunette’s surprisingly fragile heart. It was different from when Finn dumped her. Finn was just confused, hurting from what Quinn and Puck had done to him. Plus, the minute Finn realized his mistake he came running back to her faithfully.
Rachel found herself simply going through the motions. She’d wake up, get on the elliptical and lose herself in the music pumping through her as her legs moved steadily to the beat. Glee was the probably the hardest to endure. Sure, she could get herself through her regular classes because she is a devoted student and is incredibly focused, so focused that she forgets about her ex-boyfriend. In Glee, all the memories came flooding back. She almost lost her virginity to him and completely trusted him. Where did that get her? Back to square one it seemed.
Immediately after ninth period, Rachel arrived at Glee practice five minutes early, as usual. She headed towards the back of the room and put her feet up on the chair in front of her. Her mind thought of Jesse, even though she begged it not too; but she couldn’t help it. He was all she could think about. She was pulled out of her misery when she spotted one Quinn Fabray staring at her. It was rather peculiar, considering the cheerleader had made Rachel’s like a living hell the entire year; but at that moment Quinn looked vulnerable, not at all her head bitch in charge self. As soon as Rachel realized what Quinn was doing, it was over and the blonde had taken her seat.
Today was Quinn’s turn to do a funk number. The previous day everyone, excluding herself, had laughed at the ex-Cheerio for wanting to participate. For some reason that angered the starlet and if that wasn’t enough those idiot football players slushied her literally five minutes later. Rachel should have felt good about that, like it was karma’s way of getting back at Quinn for all the slushies she had ordered for Rachel; but she didn’t. The look on Quinn’s face as the cold drink ran down her porcelain skin had made Rachel wince in pain. Then the blonde ran off into the bathroom, and Rachel knew she could help; she had to help.
She quickly ran to her locker and grabbed her emergency slushy kit before running into the bathroom. Her heart dropped at the sight in front of her. Quinn Fabray, the strongest most confident girl in school, was curled against the wall, quietly sobbing while the grape slushy covered her face.
“Quinn?” she asked quietly, afraid of what might happen next.
The girl looked up at her and upon realizing who it was began to wipe her tears away. Ashamed of her emotions, Quinn tried to glare down the brunette; but this time, Rachel saw right through it. She knows how it feels to be constantly reminded that you are a loser. A slushy honestly was the most efficient way to do such a thing.
“Can I help you?”
Stay calm, she thought.
She inhaled deeply before continuing, praying to God she wouldn’t ramble and make a fool out of herself.
“Well, I saw you get slushied and run in here. I just wanted to see if you were okay. I know it hurts really badly; but you get used to it after a while.”
Rachel winced in pain, remembering what it felt like. It had only been yesterday, but the cherry slushy still was fresh in her mind. Just as she expected Quinn to say something along the lines of “Well, you deserved every slushy, Man Hands” something different happened.
“I-I’m so sorry I put you through this, Rachel. I-I’m so sorry.”
The blonde looked into Rachel’s eyes and that’s when she realized that the apology was authentic. Quinn really felt badly for what she had done to Rachel. Remembering the bag in her hands, Rachel quickly offered Quinn one of her many gold star towels.
“It’s from my emergency slushy kit. I figured you’d need it being as you probably were not prepared for the ambush. I myself was quite surprised that those Neanderthals had the audacity to do such a thing. You didn’t even deserve it.”
And then Rachel put her skills to use. She pulled Quinn towards the sink carefully, being that the girl was with child. Her hands softly grasped the thin blonde locks and draped them over the cool sink. Once the water was warm enough, Rachel poured it over the blonde and she saw Quinn immediately relax. Suddenly, Rachel felt nervous. She was in the bathroom, washing Quinn Fabray’s hair. She willed her hands not to shake as they tenderly massaged the slushy out of Quinn’s hair. Wow, Quinn has lovely hair. I wonder what shampoo she uses. It feels like silk. And it did feel like silk.
Rachel dried the hair off with the towel and helped Quinn up. They stared at each other. The hazel eyes looked down at her with something Rachel likened to appreciation. Her heart warmed. All she ever wanted was Quinn’s approval; now she finally had it. Suddenly, Quinn’s face contorted with pain as her hand flew to her stomach. Rachel tensed. Something was wrong with the baby.
“What is it? Is she okay?” Rachel asked, trying to hide the obvious concern in her voice, and failing miserably.
“She’s fine, Rachel. She’s just kicking. I think the slushy woke her up.”
Rachel’s eyes gazed down at the girl’s stomach. Her hands tingled with desire. Suddenly her nails were more important than the blonde, and Rachel avoided the hazel eyes. She shouldn’t have wanted to feel the baby kick, but for some reason it was all she wanted at the moment and she tried her best to conceal it.
“Do-do you want to feel her?” Quinn asked uneasily.
Rachel snapped her head up from her cuticles. Before she could stop herself she was kneeling down and moving her hands slowly to the stomach. Her hands carefully moved over the stomach, searching earnestly for the baby. Then, out of no where, a sharp vibration hit her hand. Her heart stopped and her eyes became cloudy with tears.
“I felt her,” she all but whispered, taking in what was happening. She had never felt a child kick before. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she’d be in the girl's beath, feeling the soft kick of Quinn Fabray’s child.
“Are-are you okay?” the blonde asked her with concern.
Rachel suddenly felt her cheek dampen. She hadn’t realized the tears.
“No, Quinn” Rachel managed to get out, her throat suddenly dry, “These are happy tears. She’s just, she’s just so active. I mean, is she normally like that? Did I scare her or something?”
“I have to admit, she’s never been this hyper, but she’s not scared. She’s only scared when I’m scared. I think she likes you actually.”
Rachel felt the warmth enter her cheeks. Quinn thought her child liked her. Her heart swelled at the thought.
Now Rachel sat with the rest of the club who all were curious as to what the blonde had prepared. Personally, Rachel believed Quinn’s soft voice was not suited for a genre such as funk; but nevertheless she was looking forward to the blonde’s performance, especially after what had happened in the bathroom.
“Okay, Quinn,” their teacher clapped, “It’s your turn to show us your funky side. So, take it away,” he added supportively.
Rachel looked over at Quinn as the cheerleader to a deep breath. The blonde pulled herself out of the chair and walked over to the microphone in the center of the room. Without a word, the music slowly began, the brass and strings blending together. Rachel instantly recognized the song. She held her breath.
This is a man’s world.
This is a man’s world.
But it wouldn’t mean nothing, nothing
Without a woman or a girl
Rachel’s mouth opened slightly, as she admired the girl performing. Quinn stood alone, spotlight on her, and bared it all in front of the club. The emotion poured through her voice, and made Rachel shiver. For the first time, Rachel and the glee club caught a glimpse at the pain the blonde was enduring. Rachel looked into Quinn’s hazel eyes, losing herself in the swirling abyss. She is beautiful. And she was beautiful. She had her hair slightly pulled back by a headband and was wearing a purple dress with a white sweater. The dress hugged around the swelling stomach that housed Quinn’s child. Each note she hit perfectly and her hand never left her stomach, as if she was holding on for dear life, like at any moment she’d lose her baby. Her golden hair fell perfectly at her shoulders and Quinn swayed and grabbed the mic. Her soft angelic voice echoed through the room as Quinn belted out the final lines.
He’s lost.
In bitterness.
He’s lost.
Lost somewhere
In loneliness.
And that’s when Rachel understood, truly understood, the reason behind Quinn’s pain. She remembered the look on Quinn’s face when she mentioned not seeing the baby so active. It was a look resembling longing, desire, love. The song ended and her heart wrenched as Quinn stood in the center of the room, her hand still caressing her stomach, tears welling up in her hazel eyes as she bowed her head suppressing a sob. It was shocking. All her life Rachel had seen Quinn as invincible, confident. No one dared to mess with the blonde. She was supposed to be a cold hearted bitch with no real emotion besides anger and hate; but now, as the girl stood in the center of the room in silence, she was not that girl. It was obvious to the brunette now that there was much more to Quinn Fabray than she had thought.
Rachel remained seated as the rest of the club clapped respectively for the pregnant cheerleader; but they didn’t get it. They didn’t get what Quinn was feeling. Hell, Rachel didn’t even know what Quinn was feeling; but she knew she needed to find out because it broke her heart seeing the pain Quinn had to endure. And even though, as Quinn had mentioned a few months ago, Quinn would have tortured her if the roles were reversed, all Rachel wanted to do was the opposite. Rachel Berry wanted to help Quinn Fabray.
Author: emmelia24
Pairing: 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 who I do not know.
Summary: It’s Faberry. Let’s leave it at that. I’m bad at summaries.
A/N: This is my first Faberry story, and I am quite nervous. Reviews would be lovely, but do not feel obligated. I appreciate every read. Thanks for all of the comments. It motivates me to write more. Enjoy! This will be a multi-part fiction. Expect a new chapter every Wednesday and Friday, if not I will tell you. I couldn’t make you wait long and it’s hard for me to wait too. Thanks for reading!!!
Rachel Berry is one optimistic teenager.
No one can doubt that; but lately, she has been depressed, even more depressed than when her hamster died when she was five. Jesse St. James: Star of Vocal Adrenaline, bad boy, heart throb, blah, blah, blah. He had managed to steal her heart and cause her to fall hard and fast. They are just so similar. Both want fame. Both are undeniably talented performers; however, they differ in one vital way. Rachel Berry is loyal. She would never abandon a friend let alone her boyfriend. Jesse, however, was okay with that. Out of the blue, he dumped her and returned to Vocal Adrenaline, breaking the brunette’s surprisingly fragile heart. It was different from when Finn dumped her. Finn was just confused, hurting from what Quinn and Puck had done to him. Plus, the minute Finn realized his mistake he came running back to her faithfully.
Rachel found herself simply going through the motions. She’d wake up, get on the elliptical and lose herself in the music pumping through her as her legs moved steadily to the beat. Glee was the probably the hardest to endure. Sure, she could get herself through her regular classes because she is a devoted student and is incredibly focused, so focused that she forgets about her ex-boyfriend. In Glee, all the memories came flooding back. She almost lost her virginity to him and completely trusted him. Where did that get her? Back to square one it seemed.
Immediately after ninth period, Rachel arrived at Glee practice five minutes early, as usual. She headed towards the back of the room and put her feet up on the chair in front of her. Her mind thought of Jesse, even though she begged it not too; but she couldn’t help it. He was all she could think about. She was pulled out of her misery when she spotted one Quinn Fabray staring at her. It was rather peculiar, considering the cheerleader had made Rachel’s like a living hell the entire year; but at that moment Quinn looked vulnerable, not at all her head bitch in charge self. As soon as Rachel realized what Quinn was doing, it was over and the blonde had taken her seat.
Today was Quinn’s turn to do a funk number. The previous day everyone, excluding herself, had laughed at the ex-Cheerio for wanting to participate. For some reason that angered the starlet and if that wasn’t enough those idiot football players slushied her literally five minutes later. Rachel should have felt good about that, like it was karma’s way of getting back at Quinn for all the slushies she had ordered for Rachel; but she didn’t. The look on Quinn’s face as the cold drink ran down her porcelain skin had made Rachel wince in pain. Then the blonde ran off into the bathroom, and Rachel knew she could help; she had to help.
She quickly ran to her locker and grabbed her emergency slushy kit before running into the bathroom. Her heart dropped at the sight in front of her. Quinn Fabray, the strongest most confident girl in school, was curled against the wall, quietly sobbing while the grape slushy covered her face.
“Quinn?” she asked quietly, afraid of what might happen next.
The girl looked up at her and upon realizing who it was began to wipe her tears away. Ashamed of her emotions, Quinn tried to glare down the brunette; but this time, Rachel saw right through it. She knows how it feels to be constantly reminded that you are a loser. A slushy honestly was the most efficient way to do such a thing.
“Can I help you?”
Stay calm, she thought.
She inhaled deeply before continuing, praying to God she wouldn’t ramble and make a fool out of herself.
“Well, I saw you get slushied and run in here. I just wanted to see if you were okay. I know it hurts really badly; but you get used to it after a while.”
Rachel winced in pain, remembering what it felt like. It had only been yesterday, but the cherry slushy still was fresh in her mind. Just as she expected Quinn to say something along the lines of “Well, you deserved every slushy, Man Hands” something different happened.
“I-I’m so sorry I put you through this, Rachel. I-I’m so sorry.”
The blonde looked into Rachel’s eyes and that’s when she realized that the apology was authentic. Quinn really felt badly for what she had done to Rachel. Remembering the bag in her hands, Rachel quickly offered Quinn one of her many gold star towels.
“It’s from my emergency slushy kit. I figured you’d need it being as you probably were not prepared for the ambush. I myself was quite surprised that those Neanderthals had the audacity to do such a thing. You didn’t even deserve it.”
And then Rachel put her skills to use. She pulled Quinn towards the sink carefully, being that the girl was with child. Her hands softly grasped the thin blonde locks and draped them over the cool sink. Once the water was warm enough, Rachel poured it over the blonde and she saw Quinn immediately relax. Suddenly, Rachel felt nervous. She was in the bathroom, washing Quinn Fabray’s hair. She willed her hands not to shake as they tenderly massaged the slushy out of Quinn’s hair. Wow, Quinn has lovely hair. I wonder what shampoo she uses. It feels like silk. And it did feel like silk.
Rachel dried the hair off with the towel and helped Quinn up. They stared at each other. The hazel eyes looked down at her with something Rachel likened to appreciation. Her heart warmed. All she ever wanted was Quinn’s approval; now she finally had it. Suddenly, Quinn’s face contorted with pain as her hand flew to her stomach. Rachel tensed. Something was wrong with the baby.
“What is it? Is she okay?” Rachel asked, trying to hide the obvious concern in her voice, and failing miserably.
“She’s fine, Rachel. She’s just kicking. I think the slushy woke her up.”
Rachel’s eyes gazed down at the girl’s stomach. Her hands tingled with desire. Suddenly her nails were more important than the blonde, and Rachel avoided the hazel eyes. She shouldn’t have wanted to feel the baby kick, but for some reason it was all she wanted at the moment and she tried her best to conceal it.
“Do-do you want to feel her?” Quinn asked uneasily.
Rachel snapped her head up from her cuticles. Before she could stop herself she was kneeling down and moving her hands slowly to the stomach. Her hands carefully moved over the stomach, searching earnestly for the baby. Then, out of no where, a sharp vibration hit her hand. Her heart stopped and her eyes became cloudy with tears.
“I felt her,” she all but whispered, taking in what was happening. She had never felt a child kick before. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she’d be in the girl's beath, feeling the soft kick of Quinn Fabray’s child.
“Are-are you okay?” the blonde asked her with concern.
Rachel suddenly felt her cheek dampen. She hadn’t realized the tears.
“No, Quinn” Rachel managed to get out, her throat suddenly dry, “These are happy tears. She’s just, she’s just so active. I mean, is she normally like that? Did I scare her or something?”
“I have to admit, she’s never been this hyper, but she’s not scared. She’s only scared when I’m scared. I think she likes you actually.”
Rachel felt the warmth enter her cheeks. Quinn thought her child liked her. Her heart swelled at the thought.
Now Rachel sat with the rest of the club who all were curious as to what the blonde had prepared. Personally, Rachel believed Quinn’s soft voice was not suited for a genre such as funk; but nevertheless she was looking forward to the blonde’s performance, especially after what had happened in the bathroom.
“Okay, Quinn,” their teacher clapped, “It’s your turn to show us your funky side. So, take it away,” he added supportively.
Rachel looked over at Quinn as the cheerleader to a deep breath. The blonde pulled herself out of the chair and walked over to the microphone in the center of the room. Without a word, the music slowly began, the brass and strings blending together. Rachel instantly recognized the song. She held her breath.
This is a man’s world.
This is a man’s world.
But it wouldn’t mean nothing, nothing
Without a woman or a girl
Rachel’s mouth opened slightly, as she admired the girl performing. Quinn stood alone, spotlight on her, and bared it all in front of the club. The emotion poured through her voice, and made Rachel shiver. For the first time, Rachel and the glee club caught a glimpse at the pain the blonde was enduring. Rachel looked into Quinn’s hazel eyes, losing herself in the swirling abyss. She is beautiful. And she was beautiful. She had her hair slightly pulled back by a headband and was wearing a purple dress with a white sweater. The dress hugged around the swelling stomach that housed Quinn’s child. Each note she hit perfectly and her hand never left her stomach, as if she was holding on for dear life, like at any moment she’d lose her baby. Her golden hair fell perfectly at her shoulders and Quinn swayed and grabbed the mic. Her soft angelic voice echoed through the room as Quinn belted out the final lines.
He’s lost.
In bitterness.
He’s lost.
Lost somewhere
In loneliness.
And that’s when Rachel understood, truly understood, the reason behind Quinn’s pain. She remembered the look on Quinn’s face when she mentioned not seeing the baby so active. It was a look resembling longing, desire, love. The song ended and her heart wrenched as Quinn stood in the center of the room, her hand still caressing her stomach, tears welling up in her hazel eyes as she bowed her head suppressing a sob. It was shocking. All her life Rachel had seen Quinn as invincible, confident. No one dared to mess with the blonde. She was supposed to be a cold hearted bitch with no real emotion besides anger and hate; but now, as the girl stood in the center of the room in silence, she was not that girl. It was obvious to the brunette now that there was much more to Quinn Fabray than she had thought.
Rachel remained seated as the rest of the club clapped respectively for the pregnant cheerleader; but they didn’t get it. They didn’t get what Quinn was feeling. Hell, Rachel didn’t even know what Quinn was feeling; but she knew she needed to find out because it broke her heart seeing the pain Quinn had to endure. And even though, as Quinn had mentioned a few months ago, Quinn would have tortured her if the roles were reversed, all Rachel wanted to do was the opposite. Rachel Berry wanted to help Quinn Fabray.