240 Glee Main St. (2/13)
Title: 240 Glee Main St. (2/13)
Author: pri_rage
Rating: PG
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn and Santana/Brittany. Mentions Finn/Quinn. Eventually/Possibly Artie/Tina, Kurt/Finn.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, just borrowing them for a bit.
Spoilers: AU Glee. No spoilers.
Word Count: 1554
POV: Brittany
A/N: Since I don't have anything to do ever, I'm not gonna give more options about POVs, cause I don't have the patient to wait and do nothing until enough people give their opinion.
A/N II: This is a little less funny then last chapter. There is some sad stuff, but nothing that will require tissues.
[1]
We left about one hour after Rachel's parents left. S mentioned something about Q needing time alone with the new girl.
"But Artie will still be here, so they won't be alone." I answered. Which was true. But I had understood the real reason S wanted to leave them alone.
Rachel have been staring at Q all the time, the way I stare at S all the time. I don't think S notices, and I don't think Q noticed Rachel either. And Q have a boyfriend, so S shouldn't be encouraging Rachel.
Finn is a very nice guy. He never did anything bad to Q, or anyone for that matter. They have been together forever, and they are the most stable couple of the street.
I decided to just leave, because I wasn't in the mood to fight with S. I know I would end up winning anyway, because I always convince her of what I want, and I was sure Rachel was tired.
So everybody left but Q. Artie led us to the door, and went to his room to sleep, he was really exhausted.
"Rachel, are you sure I can stay? You must be really tired after moving. I know I would be, if I were you." I heard Q saying as we were leaving.
"I need your help organizing some stuff in my room. Also, I'm trying to torture you into telling me the recipe to the brownies, but I don't want them to know. I don't want to create a bad reputation." Rachel answered with a playful tone.
At my side I saw Finn wince, but I didn't get it. Q would never cheat on him, he didn't need to worry about that. Just because Rachel was a little flirty, it didn't mean she would make a move. But then, I don't know her enough to be sure of that.
"Come on B, time to go."
S stopped my daydreaming and dragged me out of the house. Sometimes I felt like a puppy around S, and while I think puppies are adorable and flurry and so cute, I'm not a puppy. She is always dragging me everywhere she goes, and making the decisions she thinks is best for me, without considering what I think.
I wish she would see me more than just the best friend who daydreams a little too much. Most people take my daydreaming as being dumb, but I'm not. I just like observing situations, and sometimes I come up with stuff most people think is weird. Even when they are true.
I hear S saying something, so I decide I should listen to her. She gets really annoyed when I ignore her.
"...and even if Q was interested in Rachel, she probably wouldn't even... B, are you even listening to me?"
"I am, I'm just a little tired. Are you coming over tonight?"
"No, my parents are out of town and they didn't want me to leave the house, something about burglars. So we are having the sleepover at my house." She said trying to not sound annoyed at me. She has told me that at least five times today about the location of the sleepover, but I figured it would be a good way of changing the subject.
"And who is coming? Did you invite Rachel? She seems nice. I really like her hair. It seems soft."
S looked at me with an expression I couldn't read. I could only hope she was not mad at me.
"No, I didn't invite her. We don't know her well enough."
"Inviting her would be a great way to get to know her."
"Whatever, she must be tired or something"
I decided to stop talking, I could see she was in a very bad mood. I knew she would never be mean to me, but I hated when she was unhappy.
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Q has just returned from Rachel's. Everybody is making her a bunch of questions and I'm a little overwhelmed. I need to say something.
"Hey, guys. Calm down. She is not going anywhere. Or are you? Did you come here to say goodbye because you are running away with Rachel? But you barely know her, and we are your friends and we love you and you can't leave us like that. It's not fair."
I look around and everybody is looking at me like I am crazy. But you have to agree that it is a possibility. Maybe Rachel has super powers and convinced Q to run away with her. That is totally plausible.
I hear laughter, and I realize I'm the only one not laughing. I give them a smile. I might not think my theory is funny, but I always try to be nice to people.
"So Quinn, what did you find out about Rachel? Any dirty little secrets we should know? Is her family running away from the law or something?" Kurt asked, his eyed shining like a kid in Christmas morning. He looks like he have 10 years old when he uses that look. He always convince people to tell him stuff.
"Geez, guys, always thinking the worst. I didn't get a change to discover all about her, but I did find out why they moved here, but it is secret of the state and I can't tell you guys."
She was trying really hard to keep a straight face, but I could see that see was just joking. And so could S.
"Cut the crap Q. Why did she move? And where did she move from?" S said, almost like a threat. Sometimes I think S should see a therapist about her anger management issues. But I'm pretty sure if I say that out loud, it will be the last thing I say, and she will go to jail. And I don't want her to go to jail. It isn't a happy place.
"She is coming from a small town in Colorado. I think the name is Elisabeth, or something like that. Artie and his mom were in a car accident. The damage to him is permanent, but only physical. He had no emotional problems after the accident. His mother, on the other side, wasn't so lucky. She is physically fine. But psychologically, she..."
Quinn paused, and looked down, trying to form the right words, I guess. I wanted to say something so everybody would start laughing again, but it wasn't the right moment. I hated when people looked sad.
"She is in an institution now. It is 30 minutes away, and its the best in the country. Rachel's family moved along to help out. I don't know how they are related, she didn't tell me that much. But I think one of her fathers manage to find a job here, and the other is a writer, so they moved so Artie wouldn't have to do it on his own."
Everybody was silent. I was trying to come up with something to cheer everybody up, but I didn't want to be offensive. They wouldn't get mad at me if I did, they would assume I'm to dumb to understand the situation or something. But I'm tired of having that image. I want to show them I'm as smart as they are, if not smarter.
"They must have taken her to the institution my uncle works at. He told me 90% of the cases have cure. And the other 10% are likely to improve immensely. I believe Artie's mom is going to have a proper treatment and get well before we know it."
Everybody looked at me like I've grown a second head. It was much better then the reaction I get when I say something dumb. I looked at S and she had a proud smile on her face. I wanted to hug her, but I know she doesn't like being hugged in front of others, so I kept it to myself.
"Britt, I didn't know you knew that many words." Kurt said, a smile replacing the shock.
I didn't know if I should be happy with the comment or not. I didn't smile, like I normally would. I think Q and S understood my feelings better then I did. S was staring down at Kurt with a very scary face.
"That great news B! You should tell Rachel that, and Artie too. Maybe we could get your uncle to talk to them. Is there any chance he might be taking care of Artie's mom?"
I smiled at her, because she didn't treat me like a puppy, like a most people do. I nodded, because I was getting tired, the day had been exhausting. I moved to S side, and put my head on her shoulder. She put her arm around me, and I relaxed. After a few minutes, even with everybody talking about stuff, I fell asleep. I felt her moving me to a more comfortable position, but her hand never left my shoulder.
My most favorite thing in the whole world is to fall asleep is her arms. I might still have a lot of work to do to get her to treat me respectfully, but I know I can convince her of anything I want.
One day, Santana Lopez will be mine. And we will cuddle all day!
[Next Chapter]
Author: pri_rage
Rating: PG
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn and Santana/Brittany. Mentions Finn/Quinn. Eventually/Possibly Artie/Tina, Kurt/Finn.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, just borrowing them for a bit.
Spoilers: AU Glee. No spoilers.
Word Count: 1554
POV: Brittany
A/N: Since I don't have anything to do ever, I'm not gonna give more options about POVs, cause I don't have the patient to wait and do nothing until enough people give their opinion.
A/N II: This is a little less funny then last chapter. There is some sad stuff, but nothing that will require tissues.
[1]
We left about one hour after Rachel's parents left. S mentioned something about Q needing time alone with the new girl.
"But Artie will still be here, so they won't be alone." I answered. Which was true. But I had understood the real reason S wanted to leave them alone.
Rachel have been staring at Q all the time, the way I stare at S all the time. I don't think S notices, and I don't think Q noticed Rachel either. And Q have a boyfriend, so S shouldn't be encouraging Rachel.
Finn is a very nice guy. He never did anything bad to Q, or anyone for that matter. They have been together forever, and they are the most stable couple of the street.
I decided to just leave, because I wasn't in the mood to fight with S. I know I would end up winning anyway, because I always convince her of what I want, and I was sure Rachel was tired.
So everybody left but Q. Artie led us to the door, and went to his room to sleep, he was really exhausted.
"Rachel, are you sure I can stay? You must be really tired after moving. I know I would be, if I were you." I heard Q saying as we were leaving.
"I need your help organizing some stuff in my room. Also, I'm trying to torture you into telling me the recipe to the brownies, but I don't want them to know. I don't want to create a bad reputation." Rachel answered with a playful tone.
At my side I saw Finn wince, but I didn't get it. Q would never cheat on him, he didn't need to worry about that. Just because Rachel was a little flirty, it didn't mean she would make a move. But then, I don't know her enough to be sure of that.
"Come on B, time to go."
S stopped my daydreaming and dragged me out of the house. Sometimes I felt like a puppy around S, and while I think puppies are adorable and flurry and so cute, I'm not a puppy. She is always dragging me everywhere she goes, and making the decisions she thinks is best for me, without considering what I think.
I wish she would see me more than just the best friend who daydreams a little too much. Most people take my daydreaming as being dumb, but I'm not. I just like observing situations, and sometimes I come up with stuff most people think is weird. Even when they are true.
I hear S saying something, so I decide I should listen to her. She gets really annoyed when I ignore her.
"...and even if Q was interested in Rachel, she probably wouldn't even... B, are you even listening to me?"
"I am, I'm just a little tired. Are you coming over tonight?"
"No, my parents are out of town and they didn't want me to leave the house, something about burglars. So we are having the sleepover at my house." She said trying to not sound annoyed at me. She has told me that at least five times today about the location of the sleepover, but I figured it would be a good way of changing the subject.
"And who is coming? Did you invite Rachel? She seems nice. I really like her hair. It seems soft."
S looked at me with an expression I couldn't read. I could only hope she was not mad at me.
"No, I didn't invite her. We don't know her well enough."
"Inviting her would be a great way to get to know her."
"Whatever, she must be tired or something"
I decided to stop talking, I could see she was in a very bad mood. I knew she would never be mean to me, but I hated when she was unhappy.
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Q has just returned from Rachel's. Everybody is making her a bunch of questions and I'm a little overwhelmed. I need to say something.
"Hey, guys. Calm down. She is not going anywhere. Or are you? Did you come here to say goodbye because you are running away with Rachel? But you barely know her, and we are your friends and we love you and you can't leave us like that. It's not fair."
I look around and everybody is looking at me like I am crazy. But you have to agree that it is a possibility. Maybe Rachel has super powers and convinced Q to run away with her. That is totally plausible.
I hear laughter, and I realize I'm the only one not laughing. I give them a smile. I might not think my theory is funny, but I always try to be nice to people.
"So Quinn, what did you find out about Rachel? Any dirty little secrets we should know? Is her family running away from the law or something?" Kurt asked, his eyed shining like a kid in Christmas morning. He looks like he have 10 years old when he uses that look. He always convince people to tell him stuff.
"Geez, guys, always thinking the worst. I didn't get a change to discover all about her, but I did find out why they moved here, but it is secret of the state and I can't tell you guys."
She was trying really hard to keep a straight face, but I could see that see was just joking. And so could S.
"Cut the crap Q. Why did she move? And where did she move from?" S said, almost like a threat. Sometimes I think S should see a therapist about her anger management issues. But I'm pretty sure if I say that out loud, it will be the last thing I say, and she will go to jail. And I don't want her to go to jail. It isn't a happy place.
"She is coming from a small town in Colorado. I think the name is Elisabeth, or something like that. Artie and his mom were in a car accident. The damage to him is permanent, but only physical. He had no emotional problems after the accident. His mother, on the other side, wasn't so lucky. She is physically fine. But psychologically, she..."
Quinn paused, and looked down, trying to form the right words, I guess. I wanted to say something so everybody would start laughing again, but it wasn't the right moment. I hated when people looked sad.
"She is in an institution now. It is 30 minutes away, and its the best in the country. Rachel's family moved along to help out. I don't know how they are related, she didn't tell me that much. But I think one of her fathers manage to find a job here, and the other is a writer, so they moved so Artie wouldn't have to do it on his own."
Everybody was silent. I was trying to come up with something to cheer everybody up, but I didn't want to be offensive. They wouldn't get mad at me if I did, they would assume I'm to dumb to understand the situation or something. But I'm tired of having that image. I want to show them I'm as smart as they are, if not smarter.
"They must have taken her to the institution my uncle works at. He told me 90% of the cases have cure. And the other 10% are likely to improve immensely. I believe Artie's mom is going to have a proper treatment and get well before we know it."
Everybody looked at me like I've grown a second head. It was much better then the reaction I get when I say something dumb. I looked at S and she had a proud smile on her face. I wanted to hug her, but I know she doesn't like being hugged in front of others, so I kept it to myself.
"Britt, I didn't know you knew that many words." Kurt said, a smile replacing the shock.
I didn't know if I should be happy with the comment or not. I didn't smile, like I normally would. I think Q and S understood my feelings better then I did. S was staring down at Kurt with a very scary face.
"That great news B! You should tell Rachel that, and Artie too. Maybe we could get your uncle to talk to them. Is there any chance he might be taking care of Artie's mom?"
I smiled at her, because she didn't treat me like a puppy, like a most people do. I nodded, because I was getting tired, the day had been exhausting. I moved to S side, and put my head on her shoulder. She put her arm around me, and I relaxed. After a few minutes, even with everybody talking about stuff, I fell asleep. I felt her moving me to a more comfortable position, but her hand never left my shoulder.
My most favorite thing in the whole world is to fall asleep is her arms. I might still have a lot of work to do to get her to treat me respectfully, but I know I can convince her of anything I want.
One day, Santana Lopez will be mine. And we will cuddle all day!
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