fic: Diamond in the Sky | PG-13 | Prologue |
Title: Diamond in the Sky (Prologue)
Author: faberrys2
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Rachel & Quinn
Summary: It's something deep, something Quinn can't deal with, something Rachel can't control, and neither of them can explain. | Missing Pieces | A little AUish | femme slash alert |
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, I wish I did. I'm writing this just for fun, and the only thing I ask in return are reviews.
A/N: Ok, so I'm starting this long fic and have no idea when I'll be finished. I do however have a few plot ideas, don't worry. I don't know what happened, I just suddenly wanted to write a fic about Quinn and Rachel. This is no friendship fic, there's femme slash coming in the next chapter or so. Don't like it, don't read it, as simple as that. I hope you like it, reviews are more than appreciated.
| Prologue |
| Chapter 01 | Chapter 02 | Chapter 03 |
| Chapter 04 | Chapter 05 | Chapter 06 |
Prologue
Christian Berry heard the familiar sound that never failed to bring a smile to his face. It was late at night and as usual the cold wind was blowing outside. He lowered the book he was reading to watch the little eight year old blond girl. Her name was Quinn, she lived a few blocks down and she was Rachel's best friend.
For a long time, Christian had wanted to have children. But as a proud homosexual he often wondered if he would deprive his children of a normal life. He had found the love of his life at college, his name was Raymond. Their life used to be perfect, until something started to be missed.
Trying to fulfill that void in their lives, Raymond convinced Christian that they should try and raise a child together. And that was when she came into their lives. The girl with the brightest smile Christian had ever seen. Whose name was a combination of Ray and Shel. - Shel after Shelby, the biological mother Rachel had never met. - And whose last name she inherited from Christian. And of course, also because of Rachel from Friends.
Still, there was a shadow of a doubt. Something that made Christian ask himself whether Rachel needed a female role model in order to have a normal life. However, watching his daughter's interaction with little Quinn Fabray somehow helped to lessen that fear. That fear of not being able to always give Rachel the best. At least he knew she had a normal childhood, that she had a normal best friend.
The Fabrays didn't share Christian's enthusiasm though. They were rich people, preoccupied with social standards, they didn't want their daughter to be friends with a child of - as so they put it - a dysfunctional family. Unfortunately, prejudice was something he was kind of used to. And even if the pride he felt inside spoke loud. He could never demand Rachel not to play with the innocent girl who saw no sin whatsoever in her best friend's two dads.
That was why he would always be happy when he watched Quinn climb up the walls to Rachel's bedroom. The right thing to do would be to call her parents and warn them that she had run away from home, again, as she did so many times when something bothered her. But Christian was an accomplice in their little secret. He knew Quinn would be gone in the morning, just as sneaky as she had come, and the Fabrays would have no knowledge of their daughter's secret sleepovers.
Rachel was playing with her doll house, her room was pink, the dream of every little girl. There were dolls, teddy bears, and little ponies everywhere, the perfect bedroom for a little princess. She was wearing her nightdress, entertained in the imaginary world she had created using her toys, when she heard the shy tap on her window.
Rachel smiled, true happiness glistening in her eyes. Even though she knew Quinn would only visit her when she had trouble with her parents, a visit from Quinn was still a God sent gift. Quinn smiled back at her friend, feeling like she had just come home. She would always be confused as to why she only felt comfortable when she was with Rachel, and never felt like that with her family. But Quinn was too much of a child to be bothered by identity crises like that.
For now she would only feel glad to have come home and enjoy the peace she felt to be close to her best friend.