Little Boys Pick On Girls They Like [What about Little Girls]
Title: Little Boys Pick On Girls They Like [What about Little Girls]
Author:zta_atsin
Rating: PG
Length: 500ish
Spoilers: Little kids universe. It should be cute =]
Summary: Rachel Berry never cried because of anyone. Ever. The very first time she did was when she ran home straight to her Dad and Daddy when she was 7. She could barely explain why through her bawling.
A/N: It seems like I always write at 1am and I don't know how my beta skills are. I hope you still like it!
Rachel Berry never cried because of anyone. Ever. The very first time she did was when she ran home straight to her Dad and Daddy when she was 7. She could barely explain why through her bawling.
Her dads had insisted she tell them so they could take care of it.
"Quinn!" Rachel exclaimed as she wiped her eyes with both of her tiny hands. "Quinn keeps picking on me! Every day! My pigtails get pulled and then Quinn keeps pushing me in the sandbox. Or throws pencils at me. Or calls me nicknames like 'Smurfette.' Or...I don't know! Quinn just keeps picking on me! I don't like it!" Little Rachel began bawling her eyes out again.
She wondered if her fathers would go to school and yell at Quinn. Or tell the teacher. Anything to stop getting picked on.
After a few more moments, her bawling died down. She looked up at her dads who were now holding her tightly.
"Dad, why does Quinn pick on me so much? Quinn was nice to me the first day of school. Quinn gave me half a cookie!" Rachel asked as if the world was suddenly turning against her.
"You know Rachel? When a boy picks on you that means he likes you," her Dad explained.
"Boys just don't know how to act when they like a girl, so they pick on them," her Daddy continued.
"But Quinn is different!" Rachel emphasized. She stared at them both firmly as if they were wrong.
"Fine, we will go talk to your teacher about Quinn tomorrow okay?" her dads promised.
Rachel nodded. Quinn was going to get it tomorrow.
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"Look! There is Quinn!" Rachel exclaimed as she pulled her dads' hands.
Both of her dads looked over to where Rachel was now staring. They were both surprised but amused at the same time. They saw a little blonde girl playing with the blocks quietly to herself across the room. They couldn't see what devil-ish qualities Rachel had seen.
"I told you, Quinn was different, she isn't a boy!" Rachel confidently responded. "Look there is Ms Green! Talk to her, dad!"
With that Rachel left her dads and happily skipped over to Quinn. Immediately she placed her hands on her hips and gleamed.
"What do you want?" Quinn frowned.
"My dads are here and you're going to get in trouble for picking on me!" Rachel smiled brightly as Quinn looked up from her blocks.
"Uh-huh..." Quinn didn't seem to care.
"Why can't we be friends?"
"Uh-huh..." Quinn wasn't even listening anymore.
"They say, boys pick on girls when they like them. You pick on me like a boy!" Rachel exclaimed. "But you're a girl!"
Quinn didn't even respond. All of a sudden the little blonde went quiet.
"Why do you pick on me, Quinn?"
Quinn seemed to sigh like an old person and stood up when she heard Ms Green call her. "It is because I like you. Dummy." She stuck her tongue out and ran over to get reprimanded for picking on Rachel. The little blonde girl didn't care, she was glad at least now Rachel knew.
Author:zta_atsin
Rating: PG
Length: 500ish
Spoilers: Little kids universe. It should be cute =]
Summary: Rachel Berry never cried because of anyone. Ever. The very first time she did was when she ran home straight to her Dad and Daddy when she was 7. She could barely explain why through her bawling.
A/N: It seems like I always write at 1am and I don't know how my beta skills are. I hope you still like it!
Rachel Berry never cried because of anyone. Ever. The very first time she did was when she ran home straight to her Dad and Daddy when she was 7. She could barely explain why through her bawling.
Her dads had insisted she tell them so they could take care of it.
"Quinn!" Rachel exclaimed as she wiped her eyes with both of her tiny hands. "Quinn keeps picking on me! Every day! My pigtails get pulled and then Quinn keeps pushing me in the sandbox. Or throws pencils at me. Or calls me nicknames like 'Smurfette.' Or...I don't know! Quinn just keeps picking on me! I don't like it!" Little Rachel began bawling her eyes out again.
She wondered if her fathers would go to school and yell at Quinn. Or tell the teacher. Anything to stop getting picked on.
After a few more moments, her bawling died down. She looked up at her dads who were now holding her tightly.
"Dad, why does Quinn pick on me so much? Quinn was nice to me the first day of school. Quinn gave me half a cookie!" Rachel asked as if the world was suddenly turning against her.
"You know Rachel? When a boy picks on you that means he likes you," her Dad explained.
"Boys just don't know how to act when they like a girl, so they pick on them," her Daddy continued.
"But Quinn is different!" Rachel emphasized. She stared at them both firmly as if they were wrong.
"Fine, we will go talk to your teacher about Quinn tomorrow okay?" her dads promised.
Rachel nodded. Quinn was going to get it tomorrow.
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"Look! There is Quinn!" Rachel exclaimed as she pulled her dads' hands.
Both of her dads looked over to where Rachel was now staring. They were both surprised but amused at the same time. They saw a little blonde girl playing with the blocks quietly to herself across the room. They couldn't see what devil-ish qualities Rachel had seen.
"I told you, Quinn was different, she isn't a boy!" Rachel confidently responded. "Look there is Ms Green! Talk to her, dad!"
With that Rachel left her dads and happily skipped over to Quinn. Immediately she placed her hands on her hips and gleamed.
"What do you want?" Quinn frowned.
"My dads are here and you're going to get in trouble for picking on me!" Rachel smiled brightly as Quinn looked up from her blocks.
"Uh-huh..." Quinn didn't seem to care.
"Why can't we be friends?"
"Uh-huh..." Quinn wasn't even listening anymore.
"They say, boys pick on girls when they like them. You pick on me like a boy!" Rachel exclaimed. "But you're a girl!"
Quinn didn't even respond. All of a sudden the little blonde went quiet.
"Why do you pick on me, Quinn?"
Quinn seemed to sigh like an old person and stood up when she heard Ms Green call her. "It is because I like you. Dummy." She stuck her tongue out and ran over to get reprimanded for picking on Rachel. The little blonde girl didn't care, she was glad at least now Rachel knew.