Fic: real princesses don't
Title: real princesses don't
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Betas: Lindsay (nylana), Julia (oddood)
Rating: G
Genre: Gen, Fluff, touch of Angst
Word Count: 1,830
Characters: Will, Quinn
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: Will offers Quinn a place to stay.
A/N: Oh, look, another Glee fic! This idea randomly floated into my head and I had to write it. The world needs more Will/Quinn love. Enjoy, bbs <3
Will unlocks the door and pushes it open, gesturing for Quinn to enter ahead of him.
She steps tentatively into his apartment, her arms held in front of her with her bag dangling from her fingers, and then turns when she hears the door shut.
Will smiles as he steps towards her.
"You can just set your bag wherever you like," he says, stepping around her and leading her into the living room. "The kitchen's there, and the, uh, the bathroom's there," he adds, pointing.
"I've been here before," she says quietly, placing her bag on the coffee table.
Will nods. He'd forgotten about the day she came to see Terri, and as he thinks about it now, he feels a brief swell of anger, though it quickly dissolves when he remembers the way Quinn hugged him before she left.
"Are you - are you hungry?" Will asks, watching her closely. "We could order in, maybe," he says, turning and heading for the kitchen. There's a stack of takeout menus in one of the drawers and he pulls them out, rifling through them. "Pizza?" he asks, looking up.
Quinn's in the doorway to the kitchen, watching him with a slightly bemused smile on her face.
"Pizza's fine," she says, nodding.
"Pizza it is," he replies, and starts to reach for the phone before he remembers something. "Actually, I may have something better," he says, and reaches instead for the refrigerator door.
He bends down, pushing things aside until he finds what he's looking for, and he grins as he straightens.
"We can make our own," he says, holding up a package of precooked pizza crust.
Quinn laughs slightly and nods.
"There's some sauce in that cabinet right there," Will says, pointing as he bends to rummage in the refrigerator once more. "What do you like? There's cheese, obviously, and I think there's some pepperoni in here somewhere."
He straightens again, glancing at Quinn and noticing the way she's biting her lip.
"What?" he says.
"It's just - since I got pregnant, pepperoni... it gives me heartburn," she says, smiling a little sheepishly.
Will laughs a little. "That's all right. Just cheese then?"
Quinn nods as she steps forward, the can of pizza sauce cradled in her hands. "If that's okay?"
"Sure," Will says, tossing the pepperoni back into the refrigerator and closing the door.
He sets the crust and package of cheese on the counter before opening a drawer and rummaging for the can opener as Quinn comes to stand beside him.
He hands her the can opener and she looks at it for a moment before looking up at him.
"Don't you have an electric one? Like the rest of the world?"
Will smirks. "Terri took it with her when she left."
Quinn arches an eyebrow at him and his grin widens. "Haven't you used a manual one before?"
She shakes her head and he steps over to her.
"Look," he says, taking the can opener from her and setting it on the edge of the can of pizza sauce. Once it's in place he takes her hand and places it on the handle, then takes her other one and places it on the key. "Grip the handle tight," he says, placing his hand over hers to show her, "and just turn the key."
He removes his hands and watches her for a moment, grinning again when she tosses him a look. He moves to fetch a spoon from the drawer and takes the can from her when he returns to the counter, twisting the top off the rest of the way and tossing it into the trashcan.
He begins to spread the sauce over the crust and she wrinkles her nose.
"Not so much," she murmurs.
He grins. "Lots of cheese, no sauce? Are you one of those people?"
"No, I just don't like my pizza swimming in tomato sauce. Are you one of those people?" she says, tossing his words back at him with a raised eyebrow.
He laughs. "Touché." He hands her the spoon. "You do it then."
She takes it and he steps aside, moving to retrieve a pan and turn the oven on. He leans against the counter and looks at her, the corner of his mouth lifting as he watches her tilt her head to the side, contemplating the pizza like it's an art project.
He thinks about going to Finn's house earlier so Quinn could pick up her things. She'd wanted to make sure they went when she knew neither Finn nor his mom would be home, and told him she had a key when he asked. He offered to go inside with her to help, but she'd asked him to stay in the car and he waited, looking up when she emerged from the house. He watched her lock the door again, and then kneel to slip the key under the mat before standing and walking to the car, her bag swinging gently at her side.
He remembers finding her crying in the rehearsal room earlier that afternoon, and after a bit of prodding she finally admitted that she had no place to go, that her parents wouldn't take her back and she couldn't bear to stay with Finn any more. When Will suggested she stay with him she'd stared at him, eyes slightly wide, and stammered that she couldn't possibly do that, that she didn't want to be an imposition. He told her quite firmly that she wouldn't be an imposition and she lowered her eyes for a moment before asking, very quietly, how long she could stay.
"As long as you need to," he replied.
Quinn sets the spoon down once she's finished, pulling Will from his thoughts, and absently licks a smear of sauce from her thumb as she reaches for the package of cheese.
"How much do you want?" she asks, glancing at him as she tugs it open.
"However much you do," he replies.
She turns back to the pizza, a small smile crossing her face as she begins to sprinkle the cheese. When she finishes, he shifts the pizza onto the pan and slides it into the oven.
He keeps the conversation superficial as they eat, trying to avoid mentioning anything that might make her think of Finn or Puck, and he's pleased to see that she's finally relaxing.
He compliments her on her pizza making skills when they're done eating and she smiles modestly as she stands to carry her plate into the kitchen.
She tells him she's going to take a shower and he nods, turning his gaze to the couch once she disappears into the bathroom. He stares at it for a moment before shaking his head and stepping into his bedroom.
He changes the sheets on the bed, and then gets ready for bed, finishing just as he hears the bathroom door open. He steps into the living room at the same time as Quinn, trying not to smile at how adorable he thinks she looks in her pale yellow night gown with her damp hair spilling over her shoulders.
"I know it's still kind of early," he says, glancing at the clock on the wall, "but I made up the bed for you -"
"You don't have to give me your bed, Mr. Schue," she says, shaking her head.
"Quinn, I'm not going to make you sleep on the couch. It's not very comfortable, even under the best of circumstances."
She still looks hesitant and he raises his eyebrows at her. "I'll feel much better if you do."
She tucks her hair behind her ears and then nods. "All right," she says softly, her lips curving slightly upward.
"I am actually pretty tired," she continues, "it's been - it's been a long day."
Will gestures towards the bedroom, returning Quinn's smile as she passes, and once she disappears from sight, he moves to tug a blanket from the linen closet.
He stretches out on the couch, turning on the TV and lowering the volume so as not to disturb Quinn. He doesn't even know what's on, but he's not really watching it. His mind drifts to Terri, to Quinn, to Sue and her continued attempts at destroying glee club, and to Emma and her failed wedding.
He sighs, placing a hand on his forehead as he turns his gaze to the ceiling, and then shifts as he hears the bedroom door open.
Quinn steps out, frowning slightly. "I can't sleep in your bed, Mr. Schue. It's too weird."
Will looks at her for a moment and then stands, moving to the linen closet again.
He makes up the couch, trying to make it as comfortable as he can with layers of sheets and blankets, and looks around at Quinn as he hears her laugh softly. She's watching him, her hands resting on her stomach as she laughs, and he looks at her for a second before turning his attention back to the couch. A moment later he realizes why she's laughing and chuckles.
"If I stick a pea under it, would you feel it?" he asks, grinning at her over his shoulder as he lays the last blanket over the arm of the couch.
"Probably not," she replies, moving to sit on the couch as Will steps to the side. "You had to be a real princess to feel the pea. Real princesses don't end up pregnant at sixteen."
She stares down at her hands and she looks so lost and alone that it makes Will's heart ache in his chest. He looks at her, feeling like he wants to say something but not knowing what. After a moment he settles beside her on the couch, reaching for the remote.
"There's bound to be a bad movie on somewhere," he says when Quinn looks over at him, and he sees her smile slightly out of the corner of his eye.
He's not sure when she shifts closer to him but before long her arm is pressed lightly to his and after a while he feels her fingers curl around the curve of his arm as she leans into him. He looks at her, startled, when he feels her head drop onto his shoulder, and then he smiles when he sees that she's fallen asleep.
He shifts carefully and slips his arm around her shoulders, trying not to wake her as he gently lays her down. He stands and lifts her legs onto the couch before reaching for the blanket he'd set down earlier. He spreads it over her, carefully tucking it around her and making sure it's secure before he turns off the TV.
He looks at her for a moment and then reaches down to brush her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. He hesitates another moment and then bends, touching a soft kiss to her forehead before he straightens and turns off the lights to head to bed.
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Betas: Lindsay (nylana), Julia (oddood)
Rating: G
Genre: Gen, Fluff, touch of Angst
Word Count: 1,830
Characters: Will, Quinn
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: Will offers Quinn a place to stay.
A/N: Oh, look, another Glee fic! This idea randomly floated into my head and I had to write it. The world needs more Will/Quinn love. Enjoy, bbs <3
Will unlocks the door and pushes it open, gesturing for Quinn to enter ahead of him.
She steps tentatively into his apartment, her arms held in front of her with her bag dangling from her fingers, and then turns when she hears the door shut.
Will smiles as he steps towards her.
"You can just set your bag wherever you like," he says, stepping around her and leading her into the living room. "The kitchen's there, and the, uh, the bathroom's there," he adds, pointing.
"I've been here before," she says quietly, placing her bag on the coffee table.
Will nods. He'd forgotten about the day she came to see Terri, and as he thinks about it now, he feels a brief swell of anger, though it quickly dissolves when he remembers the way Quinn hugged him before she left.
"Are you - are you hungry?" Will asks, watching her closely. "We could order in, maybe," he says, turning and heading for the kitchen. There's a stack of takeout menus in one of the drawers and he pulls them out, rifling through them. "Pizza?" he asks, looking up.
Quinn's in the doorway to the kitchen, watching him with a slightly bemused smile on her face.
"Pizza's fine," she says, nodding.
"Pizza it is," he replies, and starts to reach for the phone before he remembers something. "Actually, I may have something better," he says, and reaches instead for the refrigerator door.
He bends down, pushing things aside until he finds what he's looking for, and he grins as he straightens.
"We can make our own," he says, holding up a package of precooked pizza crust.
Quinn laughs slightly and nods.
"There's some sauce in that cabinet right there," Will says, pointing as he bends to rummage in the refrigerator once more. "What do you like? There's cheese, obviously, and I think there's some pepperoni in here somewhere."
He straightens again, glancing at Quinn and noticing the way she's biting her lip.
"What?" he says.
"It's just - since I got pregnant, pepperoni... it gives me heartburn," she says, smiling a little sheepishly.
Will laughs a little. "That's all right. Just cheese then?"
Quinn nods as she steps forward, the can of pizza sauce cradled in her hands. "If that's okay?"
"Sure," Will says, tossing the pepperoni back into the refrigerator and closing the door.
He sets the crust and package of cheese on the counter before opening a drawer and rummaging for the can opener as Quinn comes to stand beside him.
He hands her the can opener and she looks at it for a moment before looking up at him.
"Don't you have an electric one? Like the rest of the world?"
Will smirks. "Terri took it with her when she left."
Quinn arches an eyebrow at him and his grin widens. "Haven't you used a manual one before?"
She shakes her head and he steps over to her.
"Look," he says, taking the can opener from her and setting it on the edge of the can of pizza sauce. Once it's in place he takes her hand and places it on the handle, then takes her other one and places it on the key. "Grip the handle tight," he says, placing his hand over hers to show her, "and just turn the key."
He removes his hands and watches her for a moment, grinning again when she tosses him a look. He moves to fetch a spoon from the drawer and takes the can from her when he returns to the counter, twisting the top off the rest of the way and tossing it into the trashcan.
He begins to spread the sauce over the crust and she wrinkles her nose.
"Not so much," she murmurs.
He grins. "Lots of cheese, no sauce? Are you one of those people?"
"No, I just don't like my pizza swimming in tomato sauce. Are you one of those people?" she says, tossing his words back at him with a raised eyebrow.
He laughs. "Touché." He hands her the spoon. "You do it then."
She takes it and he steps aside, moving to retrieve a pan and turn the oven on. He leans against the counter and looks at her, the corner of his mouth lifting as he watches her tilt her head to the side, contemplating the pizza like it's an art project.
He thinks about going to Finn's house earlier so Quinn could pick up her things. She'd wanted to make sure they went when she knew neither Finn nor his mom would be home, and told him she had a key when he asked. He offered to go inside with her to help, but she'd asked him to stay in the car and he waited, looking up when she emerged from the house. He watched her lock the door again, and then kneel to slip the key under the mat before standing and walking to the car, her bag swinging gently at her side.
He remembers finding her crying in the rehearsal room earlier that afternoon, and after a bit of prodding she finally admitted that she had no place to go, that her parents wouldn't take her back and she couldn't bear to stay with Finn any more. When Will suggested she stay with him she'd stared at him, eyes slightly wide, and stammered that she couldn't possibly do that, that she didn't want to be an imposition. He told her quite firmly that she wouldn't be an imposition and she lowered her eyes for a moment before asking, very quietly, how long she could stay.
"As long as you need to," he replied.
Quinn sets the spoon down once she's finished, pulling Will from his thoughts, and absently licks a smear of sauce from her thumb as she reaches for the package of cheese.
"How much do you want?" she asks, glancing at him as she tugs it open.
"However much you do," he replies.
She turns back to the pizza, a small smile crossing her face as she begins to sprinkle the cheese. When she finishes, he shifts the pizza onto the pan and slides it into the oven.
He keeps the conversation superficial as they eat, trying to avoid mentioning anything that might make her think of Finn or Puck, and he's pleased to see that she's finally relaxing.
He compliments her on her pizza making skills when they're done eating and she smiles modestly as she stands to carry her plate into the kitchen.
She tells him she's going to take a shower and he nods, turning his gaze to the couch once she disappears into the bathroom. He stares at it for a moment before shaking his head and stepping into his bedroom.
He changes the sheets on the bed, and then gets ready for bed, finishing just as he hears the bathroom door open. He steps into the living room at the same time as Quinn, trying not to smile at how adorable he thinks she looks in her pale yellow night gown with her damp hair spilling over her shoulders.
"I know it's still kind of early," he says, glancing at the clock on the wall, "but I made up the bed for you -"
"You don't have to give me your bed, Mr. Schue," she says, shaking her head.
"Quinn, I'm not going to make you sleep on the couch. It's not very comfortable, even under the best of circumstances."
She still looks hesitant and he raises his eyebrows at her. "I'll feel much better if you do."
She tucks her hair behind her ears and then nods. "All right," she says softly, her lips curving slightly upward.
"I am actually pretty tired," she continues, "it's been - it's been a long day."
Will gestures towards the bedroom, returning Quinn's smile as she passes, and once she disappears from sight, he moves to tug a blanket from the linen closet.
He stretches out on the couch, turning on the TV and lowering the volume so as not to disturb Quinn. He doesn't even know what's on, but he's not really watching it. His mind drifts to Terri, to Quinn, to Sue and her continued attempts at destroying glee club, and to Emma and her failed wedding.
He sighs, placing a hand on his forehead as he turns his gaze to the ceiling, and then shifts as he hears the bedroom door open.
Quinn steps out, frowning slightly. "I can't sleep in your bed, Mr. Schue. It's too weird."
Will looks at her for a moment and then stands, moving to the linen closet again.
He makes up the couch, trying to make it as comfortable as he can with layers of sheets and blankets, and looks around at Quinn as he hears her laugh softly. She's watching him, her hands resting on her stomach as she laughs, and he looks at her for a second before turning his attention back to the couch. A moment later he realizes why she's laughing and chuckles.
"If I stick a pea under it, would you feel it?" he asks, grinning at her over his shoulder as he lays the last blanket over the arm of the couch.
"Probably not," she replies, moving to sit on the couch as Will steps to the side. "You had to be a real princess to feel the pea. Real princesses don't end up pregnant at sixteen."
She stares down at her hands and she looks so lost and alone that it makes Will's heart ache in his chest. He looks at her, feeling like he wants to say something but not knowing what. After a moment he settles beside her on the couch, reaching for the remote.
"There's bound to be a bad movie on somewhere," he says when Quinn looks over at him, and he sees her smile slightly out of the corner of his eye.
He's not sure when she shifts closer to him but before long her arm is pressed lightly to his and after a while he feels her fingers curl around the curve of his arm as she leans into him. He looks at her, startled, when he feels her head drop onto his shoulder, and then he smiles when he sees that she's fallen asleep.
He shifts carefully and slips his arm around her shoulders, trying not to wake her as he gently lays her down. He stands and lifts her legs onto the couch before reaching for the blanket he'd set down earlier. He spreads it over her, carefully tucking it around her and making sure it's secure before he turns off the TV.
He looks at her for a moment and then reaches down to brush her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. He hesitates another moment and then bends, touching a soft kiss to her forehead before he straightens and turns off the lights to head to bed.