240 Glee Main St. (9/13)
Title: 240 Glee Main St. (9/13)
Author: pri_rage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Santana/Brittany. Mentions Finn/Quinn, Artie/Tina.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, just borrowing them for a bit.
Spoilers: AU Glee. No spoilers.
Word Count: 1697
POV: Quinn
A/N: Turns out not sleeping is very good for my fanfiction writing. I decided that trying and drawing Faberry was much more fun than sleep. I will probably post the drawing later today, when I'm back home. This chapter was not that bad to write. I will try to post something soon, but its the weekend and I get lazy.
A/NII: The brownies are back \o/
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I was nervous about dinner. Rachel probably is not going to talk to me, and it's gonna be awkward. I could only hope Artie would be here. Maybe that would help.
"Hey, mom?"
"Huh?"
"Can you not... like make fun of me and Rachel tonight?"
"I'm guessing she was as happy about the thing at the park as I was."
"Yep. And the worst is I don't remember anything." Okay, that wasn't a good idea to say it out loud. She doesn't look very happy.
"How much exactly did you drink?"
"Uhhh.. I don't know?"
"Are you trying to get yourself grounded for the rest of summer?"
"Mom, you know that I don't drink. I mean, I've never gotten drunk before. I'm responsible. You know I would never go there unless there was no other option. I was only thinking of helping B. Drinking like this, it doesn't exactly bring back good memories, you know. I'm mad at myself without you even putting me grounded. I have a family of alcoholics, that almost killed me because of that." I said trying to keep my emotions. I felt tears in my eyes, my vision getting blurred. "I should go."
And with that I run to my room, and bury my head in the pillow. I wish I could talk to someone, but Rachel is the only one who knows about my parents. I could call B, but I'm not in a good condition to explain her everything. And, she is probably busy with S.
I hear knocking, my mom probably.
"I need time alone."
"I really need to speak to you."
"Okay, come on in." I say, wiping my tears with my hand and trying to control my emotions.
"Russel and Judy are coming to visit."
I sit there shocked, my eyes wide. I can't say anything, because my brain is not associating things at the moment.
"I know when I adopted you, I made sure they were forbidden to see you. But your father got back on the top, and he is more powerful then ever. Nothing I can do. It's either that, or they are getting you back. And sure, it would be totally illegal, but he has power. I don't believe he cares."
"He definitely doesn't care about me."
"They just want to see you. He said he would leave us alone after that."
"Why does he even want to do that?"
"He didn't give a reason. I'm sure he doesn't think you living with a single musician is like a sin or something. He is probably going to try and convince you to move back with him."
"You said it yourself he could get me back if he wanted to."
"You are almost 18. After that you are free. It wouldn't be worth it to him to force you into something for that little time."
"Then why should I care to see him, since I'm almost 18."
"Do you really want to live with him, even for that little?
"Point taken." I look at my hands. Controlling all my emotions. It was too much. I screwed up with Rachel, I got drunk, something I promised myself would never happen, and I have to meet with... them. After a few minutes in silence, I speak up.
"When is he coming?"
"They don't know yet."
"I hope their plane crash, or something." I mumble under my breath, hoping she wouldn't hear it. But she heard it.
"Quinn Elizabeth Fabray! Don't you say something like that. They might not be nice people, but they still gave birth to you."
"They also almost starved me to death. Don't try to make me be nice to them. I'm a grown woman who knows what she wants. And what I want is for them to disappear from earth."
"Okay. I will leave you now. I'm inviting the Berrys to come at 7. Be ready by then."
"I will cook."
"Are you sure? I was going to order something."
I gave her a weak smile.
"Need something to distract myself."
"Alright, honey. Let me know if you need anything."
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Time went by fast. I got myself lost into the cooking, the radio on the living room on with a peaceful song selection my mom put to calm me down. I was singing along to the music, and I heard the bell rings. I kept myself calm, at least on the outside. I hear my mom screaming that she got it. I was almost done. I was finishing an apple pie. I still needed to do a salad, but that was easy and fast.
I got to the refrigerator and I hear voices. My mom comes through the kitchen. Of course Artie wasn't there. I would be that lucky. I say a silent and quick greeting, trying to smile. It comes our more like a frown, so I just turn back and return to cooking. I bet I had some tear stains in my face, I didn't want them to see it.
"Drie, Brett, why don't you follow me into the living room while Quinn finishes the dinner? Rachel stays here and do her company?" My mom says.
"Sure" Rachel says quietly, avoiding looking at me.
They leave, their laughter filling the living room.
"Do you need any help?" She asks me shyly, getting closer to me.
"No, it's fine. You can just sit there. Thanks." She isn't the only one who is avoiding eye contact. I keep it focused on the food. I go to the sink and wash my face prom the stains, trying to keep everything in.
"So, what are we having tonight?" She asks hesitantly. I look up at her, and notice her eye are red and puffed. Seems I wasn't the only one that have been crying. It hurts me even more to see that look in her eyes, knowing I put it there.
I go back to my cooking, washing all the lettuce, trying to distract myself from all the feelings clouding my thoughts.
"I'm doing a salad of greens with a special sauce, vegetarian sauce by the way. Then we have a vegetable blend and mushrooms lasagna. I did some meat lasagna for my mom, she hates mushrooms, but that doesn't really matter for you. And for desert, apple pie with ice cream." I say with a smile, trying to lift the mood of the environment a bit.
I look up to see how she reacts, and all she does is give me a little smile. I consider apologizing, but I couldn't get myself to say the words out loud.
"So did you get in trouble with your parents?" is all I can say for the moment.
"For what?"
"Yesterday."
"They were disappointed. But they trust me enough to know it was a one time experience."
"Couldn't agree more. Not looking forward to my two weeks of confinement."
She finally looks me in the eye, and I see a glint of happiness in her eyes. But I prefer to imagine it wasn't there, because that meant she was happy I was grounded.
I'm done with the salad, and I think it is time I go and call the adults and end the awkwardness.
"Can you call the others? I'm going to put the things on the table."
"Sure."
She pretty much runs from the kitchen, leaving my there to my own thoughts. I go wash my hands, and get a towel. I take the things to the table and take off the kitchen apron I was wearing.
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The dinner so far have been comfortably awkward. The adults haven't shut up, and they talk loudly, barely giving us any chance to speak. I glance at her every now and then, and sometimes our eyes meet. Instead of smiling embarrassingly, she turns her head and acts like she is paying a attention to something her parents are saying. I try and smile, as if it would make her forgive me.
Now is desert time, and I go get the pie and ice cream.
I give each a piece, and the ice cream melts almost immediately. I can see Rachel licking her lips, and the sight sends a bolt down my stomach. She looks up, and looks at me questionably. It's the first time she intentionally looked at me.
"Enjoy!" I say with my best smile.
She gives me a small smile, but the best so far. I guess I was going somewhere.
"So, Rachel, when are you coming to retrieve your weekly brownies? Even though you already had some yesterday." My mom says, winking at me.
I look at Rachel, who it looking at her plate as if my grandma or Barbra Streisand had praised on something. It was my favorite face so far. I looked at her eyes and she is looking at me now, her eyes darker then normall, and she is a little flushed.
Is it just me or she got turned on by the mention of brownies? Why did I have to have a crush on a crazy person like her?
"Although there are matter that keep me and Quinn from developing our friendship further, I am willing to compromise and put our differences aside so we can join and have a bonding experience over brownie."
"Rach, you are going to become obese before the summer is over." One of Rach's father said.
We a started laughing, with the exception of her, obviously. Instead she had a very cute pout, that made her lips stand out and look very cute. And inviting. Thankfully I was too far from her to do anything stupid.
"You are familiar with my diet, and knows that besides brownies, and this pie, I have not ingested any other sugar filled product. I am aware I need to think about my future, but I keep a strict exercise schedule, so a few brownies will not affect my weight."
Despite the fact that she talked to much, I found her adorable. I was feeling truly happy for the first time in the day, with hope that maybe this thing with Rach would work out in the end. Also, I needed her more then ever, now that my parents are visiting soon.
A/N: Thanks a lot for reading =) I promise I will get them together soon. I wanna thank everybody who commented and added me! I promise one day I will answer all comments and be a dedicated writer and all. Until then, you guys are awesome, and your comments make my day bright!
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Author: pri_rage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Santana/Brittany. Mentions Finn/Quinn, Artie/Tina.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, just borrowing them for a bit.
Spoilers: AU Glee. No spoilers.
Word Count: 1697
POV: Quinn
A/N: Turns out not sleeping is very good for my fanfiction writing. I decided that trying and drawing Faberry was much more fun than sleep. I will probably post the drawing later today, when I'm back home. This chapter was not that bad to write. I will try to post something soon, but its the weekend and I get lazy.
A/NII: The brownies are back \o/
[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]
I was nervous about dinner. Rachel probably is not going to talk to me, and it's gonna be awkward. I could only hope Artie would be here. Maybe that would help.
"Hey, mom?"
"Huh?"
"Can you not... like make fun of me and Rachel tonight?"
"I'm guessing she was as happy about the thing at the park as I was."
"Yep. And the worst is I don't remember anything." Okay, that wasn't a good idea to say it out loud. She doesn't look very happy.
"How much exactly did you drink?"
"Uhhh.. I don't know?"
"Are you trying to get yourself grounded for the rest of summer?"
"Mom, you know that I don't drink. I mean, I've never gotten drunk before. I'm responsible. You know I would never go there unless there was no other option. I was only thinking of helping B. Drinking like this, it doesn't exactly bring back good memories, you know. I'm mad at myself without you even putting me grounded. I have a family of alcoholics, that almost killed me because of that." I said trying to keep my emotions. I felt tears in my eyes, my vision getting blurred. "I should go."
And with that I run to my room, and bury my head in the pillow. I wish I could talk to someone, but Rachel is the only one who knows about my parents. I could call B, but I'm not in a good condition to explain her everything. And, she is probably busy with S.
I hear knocking, my mom probably.
"I need time alone."
"I really need to speak to you."
"Okay, come on in." I say, wiping my tears with my hand and trying to control my emotions.
"Russel and Judy are coming to visit."
I sit there shocked, my eyes wide. I can't say anything, because my brain is not associating things at the moment.
"I know when I adopted you, I made sure they were forbidden to see you. But your father got back on the top, and he is more powerful then ever. Nothing I can do. It's either that, or they are getting you back. And sure, it would be totally illegal, but he has power. I don't believe he cares."
"He definitely doesn't care about me."
"They just want to see you. He said he would leave us alone after that."
"Why does he even want to do that?"
"He didn't give a reason. I'm sure he doesn't think you living with a single musician is like a sin or something. He is probably going to try and convince you to move back with him."
"You said it yourself he could get me back if he wanted to."
"You are almost 18. After that you are free. It wouldn't be worth it to him to force you into something for that little time."
"Then why should I care to see him, since I'm almost 18."
"Do you really want to live with him, even for that little?
"Point taken." I look at my hands. Controlling all my emotions. It was too much. I screwed up with Rachel, I got drunk, something I promised myself would never happen, and I have to meet with... them. After a few minutes in silence, I speak up.
"When is he coming?"
"They don't know yet."
"I hope their plane crash, or something." I mumble under my breath, hoping she wouldn't hear it. But she heard it.
"Quinn Elizabeth Fabray! Don't you say something like that. They might not be nice people, but they still gave birth to you."
"They also almost starved me to death. Don't try to make me be nice to them. I'm a grown woman who knows what she wants. And what I want is for them to disappear from earth."
"Okay. I will leave you now. I'm inviting the Berrys to come at 7. Be ready by then."
"I will cook."
"Are you sure? I was going to order something."
I gave her a weak smile.
"Need something to distract myself."
"Alright, honey. Let me know if you need anything."
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Time went by fast. I got myself lost into the cooking, the radio on the living room on with a peaceful song selection my mom put to calm me down. I was singing along to the music, and I heard the bell rings. I kept myself calm, at least on the outside. I hear my mom screaming that she got it. I was almost done. I was finishing an apple pie. I still needed to do a salad, but that was easy and fast.
I got to the refrigerator and I hear voices. My mom comes through the kitchen. Of course Artie wasn't there. I would be that lucky. I say a silent and quick greeting, trying to smile. It comes our more like a frown, so I just turn back and return to cooking. I bet I had some tear stains in my face, I didn't want them to see it.
"Drie, Brett, why don't you follow me into the living room while Quinn finishes the dinner? Rachel stays here and do her company?" My mom says.
"Sure" Rachel says quietly, avoiding looking at me.
They leave, their laughter filling the living room.
"Do you need any help?" She asks me shyly, getting closer to me.
"No, it's fine. You can just sit there. Thanks." She isn't the only one who is avoiding eye contact. I keep it focused on the food. I go to the sink and wash my face prom the stains, trying to keep everything in.
"So, what are we having tonight?" She asks hesitantly. I look up at her, and notice her eye are red and puffed. Seems I wasn't the only one that have been crying. It hurts me even more to see that look in her eyes, knowing I put it there.
I go back to my cooking, washing all the lettuce, trying to distract myself from all the feelings clouding my thoughts.
"I'm doing a salad of greens with a special sauce, vegetarian sauce by the way. Then we have a vegetable blend and mushrooms lasagna. I did some meat lasagna for my mom, she hates mushrooms, but that doesn't really matter for you. And for desert, apple pie with ice cream." I say with a smile, trying to lift the mood of the environment a bit.
I look up to see how she reacts, and all she does is give me a little smile. I consider apologizing, but I couldn't get myself to say the words out loud.
"So did you get in trouble with your parents?" is all I can say for the moment.
"For what?"
"Yesterday."
"They were disappointed. But they trust me enough to know it was a one time experience."
"Couldn't agree more. Not looking forward to my two weeks of confinement."
She finally looks me in the eye, and I see a glint of happiness in her eyes. But I prefer to imagine it wasn't there, because that meant she was happy I was grounded.
I'm done with the salad, and I think it is time I go and call the adults and end the awkwardness.
"Can you call the others? I'm going to put the things on the table."
"Sure."
She pretty much runs from the kitchen, leaving my there to my own thoughts. I go wash my hands, and get a towel. I take the things to the table and take off the kitchen apron I was wearing.
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The dinner so far have been comfortably awkward. The adults haven't shut up, and they talk loudly, barely giving us any chance to speak. I glance at her every now and then, and sometimes our eyes meet. Instead of smiling embarrassingly, she turns her head and acts like she is paying a attention to something her parents are saying. I try and smile, as if it would make her forgive me.
Now is desert time, and I go get the pie and ice cream.
I give each a piece, and the ice cream melts almost immediately. I can see Rachel licking her lips, and the sight sends a bolt down my stomach. She looks up, and looks at me questionably. It's the first time she intentionally looked at me.
"Enjoy!" I say with my best smile.
She gives me a small smile, but the best so far. I guess I was going somewhere.
"So, Rachel, when are you coming to retrieve your weekly brownies? Even though you already had some yesterday." My mom says, winking at me.
I look at Rachel, who it looking at her plate as if my grandma or Barbra Streisand had praised on something. It was my favorite face so far. I looked at her eyes and she is looking at me now, her eyes darker then normall, and she is a little flushed.
Is it just me or she got turned on by the mention of brownies? Why did I have to have a crush on a crazy person like her?
"Although there are matter that keep me and Quinn from developing our friendship further, I am willing to compromise and put our differences aside so we can join and have a bonding experience over brownie."
"Rach, you are going to become obese before the summer is over." One of Rach's father said.
We a started laughing, with the exception of her, obviously. Instead she had a very cute pout, that made her lips stand out and look very cute. And inviting. Thankfully I was too far from her to do anything stupid.
"You are familiar with my diet, and knows that besides brownies, and this pie, I have not ingested any other sugar filled product. I am aware I need to think about my future, but I keep a strict exercise schedule, so a few brownies will not affect my weight."
Despite the fact that she talked to much, I found her adorable. I was feeling truly happy for the first time in the day, with hope that maybe this thing with Rach would work out in the end. Also, I needed her more then ever, now that my parents are visiting soon.
A/N: Thanks a lot for reading =) I promise I will get them together soon. I wanna thank everybody who commented and added me! I promise one day I will answer all comments and be a dedicated writer and all. Until then, you guys are awesome, and your comments make my day bright!
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