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09 May 2011 @ 10:32 pm
Title: Prom Queen
Author:uhhuhloren
Rating: T
Spoilers: All just to be safe.
Pairing: Light Fuinn, Faberry ending
Summary: Prom Faberry style. No slap. Kinda how I pictured it to go with a Faberry ending
AN: This is also posted on fanfiction.net under the name IzzyRizzy20, they are both me. Also, it's slightly A/U           
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This was it. This was Quinn’s moment to shine. The one thing she dreamed of since she was a little girl, Prom Queen. She knew she had this in the bag, after the ‘Lucy’ scandal she knew she’d at least get sympathy vote. Not like she cared, a vote was a vote, and whatever would let her claim the title ‘Prom Queen’ she would gladly accept it.

nbsp;          Her arm tightened around Finn’s and he backed away. Something he had been doing the whole night. She looked up at him with a quizzical look. “What’s up with you tonight?”

nbsp;          “I – I, I’m sorry Quinn.” No, no, Finn Hudson was not about to ruin the most important moment of her life so far. “I can’t be your Prom King, or your boyfriend. I love Rachel.” Quinn looked shocked for a moment then poked him in the chest hard, and pushed him back through the crowd, so that they were away from all of her fellow classmates.

nbsp;          “You do not get to do this to me now, Finn. You hear that? So, stop.” She said trying to be as calm as possible. It was scarier than if she blew up on him. Finn looked at her with wide eyes then back to the crowd where Rachel was, standing with Jesse St. James, his rival.

nbsp;          “Quinn, I’m really sorry. But, seeing Jesse with Rachel, how he hurt her -”

nbsp;          “How you’re going to hurt me.” Quinn cut him off fighting back tears. Finn looked confused, then angry.

nbsp;          “You hurt me Quinn. You cheated on me!” Finn exclaimed, fighting back. Quinn shook her head and let out a sarcastic laugh.

nbsp;          “How many times, how many ways do I have to prove to you that I’m sorry and you’ll forgive me?” She asked softly. Finn took a step back and shook his head sadly.

nbsp;          “I’m sorry, but, Rachel.” He said and turned around, making a swift exit to go find Rachel.

nbsp;          Rachel, Rachel-fucking-Berry, Quinn growled deeply. God she hated her. For a moment Quinn thought she could have a friendship with the shorter girl. Boy was she so wrong. She ruined everything for her.

nbsp;          “And – This year’s Prom King and Quinn are-” Quinn broke out of her thoughts to rush to the front of the crowd. She had a crown to win, and she’d be damned if Rachel ruined this too.

nbsp;          “You don’t love her like I do!” A loud roar erupted. Quinn couldn’t believe her eyes, Jesse was running away from Finn who had just screamed and before Quinn knew it, Finn lunged at Jesse, hitting the stage where they were announcing Prom King and Quinn.

nbsp;          “No… no, no, no,” Quinn whispered like mantra.

nbsp;          Jesse pushed Finn off of him and threw a punch, hitting Finn square in the jaw. It all happened in slow motion. Finn fell backwards, toppling onto the crowns, breaking them. Jesse’s eyes widened. Rachel ran onto the stage and screamed at Finn and Jesse for fighting.

nbsp;          Quinn blinked. Rachel, Rachel-fucking-Berry. Rachel turned to the crowd and locked eyes with Quinn. Quinn stared at the riled up diva and spun on her heel. She had to get out before her night was ruined even more.

nbsp;          Quinn slammed her purse on the sink counter and let out a frustrated scream. The one night where everything was supposed to be magical went completely wrong and the only person that was to blame, no, the only person Quinn wanted to blame was Rachel Berry.

nbsp;          “Quinn?”

nbsp;          “Speak of the devil.” Quinn said with an angry smile and laugh. Rachel frowned and stepped into the bathroom.

nbsp;          “I just want to see how you’re do-”

nbsp;          “Stop.”

nbsp;          “I didn’t want Finn and Jesse to start figh-”

nbsp;          “Rachel, I’m warning you.”

nbsp;          “I don’t want Finn!”

nbsp;          “This isn’t about what you want for once Rachel!” Quinn yelled. She grabbed her head and let out a grunt.

nbsp;          “I don’t want him,” Rachel said slowly. “I told him that and he just exploded, Jesse was just accompanying me so I wouldn’t be lonely. I told him that and he lunged for Jesse. It was Finn.” Quinn shook her head.

nbsp;          “No. It was you!” Quinn yelled in rebuttal. “It was always you.” Quinn took a step forward, in her heels she stood over Rachel like a giant. Rachel gulped and took a step back but Quinn only matched her. “It’s always been you.” Quinn repeated as she choked up a sob and almost collapsed in Rachel’s arms.

nbsp;          “Quinn, are – are you alright?” Rachel asked timidly as she tried her best to comfort the girl. Quinn only sobbed louder. “Stupid question of me to ask – I don’t think it’s always been me. What are you even talking about?” nbsp;         

nbsp;          “Everything has been because of you.” Quinn said in realization of herself.

Rachel had a crush on Finn, Quinn started dating him. Rachel showed small interest in Puck, Quinn cheated on Finn with him. After that, her life had spiraled. There was nothing she could do about Jesse except orchestrate the slashing of the tires. It was to keep them away, keep them away from Rachel. Oh god, everything Quinn did was to keep Rachel pure, to keep her safe. Quinn sobbed more, all of these sick and twisted things were her form of protecting Rachel, making sure that Rachel would stay adamant on leaving for New York after High School, the social exclusion from most of the student body so Rachel wouldn’t have to be sad when she left this hellhole.

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Title: Prom Queen
Author:<lj user="uhhuhloren" />
Rating: T
Spoilers:&nbsp;All just to be safe.
Pairing: Light Fuinn, Faberry ending
Summary: Prom Faberry style. No slap. Kinda how I pictured it to go with a Faberry ending
AN: This is also posted on fanfiction.net under the name IzzyRizzy20, they are both me.&nbsp;Also, it&#39;s slightly A/U<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span>
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</lj-cut><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">This was it. This was Quinn&rsquo;s moment to shine. The one thing she dreamed of since she was a little girl, Prom Queen. She knew she had this in the bag, after the &lsquo;Lucy&rsquo; scandal she knew she&rsquo;d at least get sympathy vote. Not like she cared, a vote was a vote, and whatever would let her claim the title &lsquo;Prom Queen&rsquo; she would gladly accept it. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Her arm tightened around Finn&rsquo;s and he backed away. Something he had been doing the whole night. She looked up at him with a quizzical look. &ldquo;What&rsquo;s up with you tonight?&rdquo; </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;I &ndash; I, I&rsquo;m sorry Quinn.&rdquo; No, no, Finn Hudson was not about to ruin the most important moment of her life so far. &ldquo;I can&rsquo;t be your Prom King, or your boyfriend. I love Rachel.&rdquo; Quinn looked shocked for a moment then poked him in the chest hard, and pushed him back through the crowd, so that they were away from all of her fellow classmates. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;You do not get to do this to me now, Finn. You hear that? So, stop.&rdquo; She said trying to be as calm as possible. It was scarier than if she blew up on him. Finn looked at her with wide eyes then back to the crowd where Rachel was, standing with Jesse St. James, his rival. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Quinn, I&rsquo;m really sorry. But, seeing Jesse with Rachel, how he hurt her -&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;How you&rsquo;re going to hurt me.&rdquo; Quinn cut him off fighting back tears. Finn looked confused, then angry. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;You hurt <i style="">me</i> Quinn. You cheated on me!&rdquo; Finn exclaimed, fighting back. Quinn shook her head and let out a sarcastic laugh. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;How many times, how many ways do I have to prove to you that I&rsquo;m sorry and you&rsquo;ll forgive me?&rdquo; She asked softly. Finn took a step back and shook his head sadly. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry, but, Rachel.&rdquo; He said and turned around, making a swift exit to go find Rachel. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Rachel, Rachel-fucking-Berry, Quinn growled deeply. God she hated her. For a moment Quinn thought she could have a friendship with the shorter girl. Boy was she so wrong. She ruined everything for her. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;And &ndash; This year&rsquo;s Prom King and Quinn are-&rdquo; Quinn broke out of her thoughts to rush to the front of the crowd. She had a crown to win, and she&rsquo;d be damned if Rachel ruined this too. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;You don&rsquo;t love her like I do!&rdquo; A loud roar erupted. Quinn couldn&rsquo;t believe her eyes, Jesse was running away from Finn who had just screamed and before Quinn knew it, Finn lunged at Jesse, hitting the stage where they were announcing Prom King and Quinn. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;No&hellip; no, no, no,&rdquo; Quinn whispered like mantra. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Jesse pushed Finn off of him and threw a punch, hitting Finn square in the jaw. It all happened in slow motion. Finn fell backwards, toppling onto the crowns, breaking them. Jesse&rsquo;s eyes widened. Rachel ran onto the stage and screamed at Finn and Jesse for fighting. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Quinn blinked. Rachel, Rachel-fucking-Berry. Rachel turned to the crowd and locked eyes with Quinn. Quinn stared at the riled up diva and spun on her heel. She had to get out before her night was ruined even more.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Quinn slammed her purse on the sink counter and let out a frustrated scream. The one night where everything was supposed to be magical went completely wrong and the only person that was to blame, no, the only person Quinn wanted to blame was Rachel Berry. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Quinn?&rdquo; </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Speak of the devil.&rdquo; Quinn said with an angry smile and laugh. Rachel frowned and stepped into the bathroom. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;I just want to see how you&rsquo;re do-&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Stop.&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t want Finn and Jesse to start figh-&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Rachel, I&rsquo;m warning you.&rdquo; </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t want Finn!&rdquo; </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;This isn&rsquo;t about what you want for once Rachel!&rdquo; Quinn yelled. She grabbed her head and let out a grunt. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t want him,&rdquo; Rachel said slowly. &ldquo;I told him that and he just exploded, Jesse was just accompanying me so I wouldn&rsquo;t be lonely. I told him that and he lunged for Jesse. It was Finn.&rdquo; Quinn shook her head. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;No. It was you!&rdquo; Quinn yelled in rebuttal. &ldquo;It was always you.&rdquo; Quinn took a step forward, in her heels she stood over Rachel like a giant. Rachel gulped and took a step back but Quinn only matched her. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s always been you.&rdquo; Quinn repeated as she choked up a sob and almost collapsed in Rachel&rsquo;s arms. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Quinn, are &ndash; are you alright?&rdquo; Rachel asked timidly as she tried her best to comfort the girl. Quinn only sobbed louder. &ldquo;Stupid question of me to ask &ndash; I don&rsquo;t think it&rsquo;s always been me. What are you even talking about?&rdquo;<span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Everything has been because of you.&rdquo; Quinn said in realization of herself. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Rachel had a crush on Finn, Quinn started dating him. Rachel showed small interest in Puck, Quinn cheated on Finn with him. After that, her life had spiraled. There was nothing she could do about Jesse except orchestrate the slashing of the tires. It was to keep them away, keep them away from Rachel. Oh god, everything Quinn did was to keep Rachel pure, to keep her safe. Quinn sobbed more, all of these sick and twisted things were her form of protecting Rachel, making sure that Rachel would stay adamant on leaving for New York after High School, the social exclusion from most of the student body so Rachel wouldn&rsquo;t have to be sad when she left this hellhole.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style="" </span>&ldquo;Protect.&rdquo; Quinn choked out. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Rachel raised an eyebrow in confusion and brought herself face to face with Quinn. &ldquo;Protect? Quinn what are you rambling on about. Please don&rsquo;t tell me you are choosing now to have your mental breakdown.&rdquo; Quinn shook her head and tried to calm herself down. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Protect you. Everything is because of you to protect you.&rdquo; Quinn said in a whisper. Rachel pulled away with hurt eyes. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Talk.&rdquo; </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ---</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Quinn spent an hour just spilling everything that she had realized in that short minute to Rachel. Most of it was her stuttering and almost breaking down twice but Rachel just placed a soothing hand on her back and rubbed circles until Quinn calmed down and started over. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;I &ndash; I don&rsquo;t know anymore, Rachel.&rdquo; Quinn said with a sigh. She dried her eyes with her hands and sniffled. Rachel opened her mouth to talk but Quinn stopped her, putting her hand up. &ldquo;No, I do.&rdquo; She said with a laugh. Quinn laughed again and shook her head. &ldquo;I know, I can&rsquo;t say it. I just can&rsquo;t.&rdquo; </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Rachel took a deep breath and nodded while holding Quinn. &ldquo;I know. I know Quinn&rdquo; Rachel whispered into the blonde&rsquo;s ear. &ldquo;Me&hellip; me too.&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Quinn looked up to Rachel with her mouth agape. &ldquo;You &ndash; you too?&rdquo; Rachel nodded weakly. Quinn let out a breath of relief, relief of what? Quinn knew what she confessed, but did Rachel know that? There was one way to find out for sure. &ldquo;May I?&rdquo; Quinn asked, her eyes flickering to Rachel&rsquo;s lips. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Rachel took a deep breath and nodded. &ldquo;Yes.&rdquo; She said in the softest voice Quinn had ever heard. Quinn leaned in slightly and paused. She could feel Rachel&rsquo;s breath on her lips, her eyes closed right before she closed the gap between them.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Fireworks, what Finn saw with Quinn, Quinn saw with Rachel. It was, almost perfect. The only way it would&rsquo;ve been perfect to Quinn if it were done two years ago and in front of the whole student body. Quinn felt Rachel sigh contently and pull away only a fraction. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Wow,&rdquo; Rachel breathed out with a smile. &ldquo;Fireworks,&rdquo; Quinn grinned at this and closed the gap once more for a chaste kiss. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Completely,&rdquo; Quinn whispered as she licked her lips. Rachel smiled and pulled away for a moment. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;I forgot.&rdquo; Rachel said mostly to herself. She pulled out a small card with gold foil embroidery on it. &ldquo;I grabbed this from the announcer.&rdquo; She said with a sheepish smile. Quinn was confused for a moment then, it dawned on her, the results.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;You don-&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;I want to.&rdquo; Rachel said, cutting Quinn off. She opened the card and let her eyes skim before she looked up at Quinn with a worried look. Quinn sighed and closed her eyes but smiled nonetheless. At least she got something out of it. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><span style=""> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Congratulations Quinn Fabray, 2011 McKinley Prom Queen.&rdquo;</span></p>
 
 
uhhuhloren
08 May 2011 @ 07:42 pm
Title: Happy Mother's Day, Quinn
Author:uhhuhloren 
Rating: T
Spoilers: All just to be safe.
Pairing: Light Faberry
Summary: There are only two days out of the year Quinn Fabray dreads, Mother's Day is one. But she isn't alone.
AN: This is also posted on fanfiction.net under the name IzzyRizzy20, they are both me.



            She couldn’t deal with it, the looks, the awkward silences that occurred, this whole day was nothing but misery for her. Quinn could feel Puck wanting to say something to her, anything but whenever he approached her HBIC eyebrow raise would occur and he’d meekly back-away.

            She could feel her fellow Gleek’s stop talking and stare at her whenever they mentioned what presents to get their own mothers. Hell, even Kurt was thinking about what to get Carol. Quinn noticed that the only one who stayed silent was oddly enough Rachel Berry.

            Rachel just sat in the corner of the group and looked down at her hands that were delicately placed on her lap. She didn’t have a Mom, she had a mother but not a Mom. Quinn bit her lip almost subconsciously and stood up from her chair. Everyone looked at her for a moment then went back to talking, cautiously.

            Quinn rolled her eyes at their “grand” gesture and simply sat next to short Diva. Rachel looked up from her lap and gave Quinn a confused look quickly then pointed her attention back to her lap. Quinn sighed loudly and focused her attention on the wall.

            “I think we should sing a group song to all of our Moms.”

            Silence.

            Rachel looked up from her lap with her eyebrows furrowed. The voice who said it, Brittany was still smiling at the idea. Rachel stood up gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

            “Well, Brittany, I think that is a fantastic idea.” Rachel said with her award winning smile. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she gulped. “May I suggest ‘A song to momma’ by boys to men.” She said and curtly nodded before rushing out of the choir room.

            “What is that girl’s problem now?” Mercedes said with an eye roll. No one said a word for a moment then Quinn cleared her throat.

            “Not all of us can be lucky to have mothers, or mothers who care.” Quinn pointed out softly but with a cold feeling. She too, stood up and walked out of the room leaving it filled with tension.

---

            Quinn walked the halls at a slow pace, well a relaxing pace. Her thoughts circled around her mother, who went off to some retreat with her older sister for Mother’s Day, her baby, now in the arms of Rachel’s birth mother, and Rachel. This whole day, the purpose,

            “Stupid.” She said out loud to herself and kicked a locker. She let out a frustrated sigh and kept walking. She didn’t have a right to be angry, she wasn’t really a mother. She only was a surrogate. She held her baby for a mere thirty minutes before handing it away to some random stranger. That’s all right.

            But, it wasn’t a stranger. It was Rachel’s birth mother Shelby. Shelby, who abandoned a chance to have a relationship with her real daughter and instead opted for a fresh start with Quinn’s child. God, it was so fucked up.

---

            Rachel sat outside of McKinley on a bench doing her best to control her ragged breaths. Her Mother’s day has never gotten this bad. Not before Shelby at least. Before she even knew who Shelby was, this day was like Christmas to her, no big deal. But after meeting her birth mother and only getting a taste of what it was like to have an actual Mom, it hurt. It hurt so much because deep down Rachel knew that Shelby didn’t want her. That her mother didn’t want her, that she wanted something new.

            She let out an uncontrollable sob and buried her face in her hands. She loved her Dad’s, she really did, they were more than what she could ever ask for, but then, Shelby, fucking Shelby Corcoran had to come into her life, want a relationship with her daughter then take it back. She took it back. That’s what hurt the most to Rachel.

            A pair of feminine but strong arms wrapped themselves around Rachel and rocked her back and forth. Rachel let out a few shaky breaths before the sobbing stopped. “Shh, it’s okay Rachel.” A soothing voice said. Rachel looked up and saw that Quinn was holding her, and her eyes were closed. Rachel scooted a little away from Quinn to be face to face with her. Quinn opened her eyes and sighed, letting go of Rachel. “Come on. I don’t want to spend this day alone and I know you don’t either.”

            “What about your mother?” Rachel said a tad more harshly than she wanted to. Quinn took a deep breath and smoothed out her baby doll dress.

            “She’s at a lovely retreat at lake Michigan with my sister for Mother’s day with my sister’s husband and their children.” Quinn said with a sad smile. Rachel frowned and looked to the ground. She looked back up to Quinn after a moment and opened her mouth but nothing came out. “Come on, let’s go.” Quinn said with a nod of her head and a small dangle of her keys.

            “Okay.”

 ---

            “Quinn…” Quinn looked briefly away from the road to look at Rachel, motioning her to continue. “Just, curiously but, we’ve been driving for a while. Where are we going?” Quinn shrugged.

            “I’ve honestly been driving around Lima in circles if you haven’t noticed, Berry.” Quinn said with a small chuckle. Rachel let out a small breath and laughed nervously. “I’m not going to kill you. I just don’t want to be alone.” Quinn said as she took a last turn and pulled into breadsticks.

            “Oh, Quinn I didn’t bring any money-”

            “Don’t worry, Judy gave me enough money to take care of myself while she’s gone.” Quinn said and unbuckled herself before exiting the car.

 ---

 

            They sat in the restaurant in silence, ate in silence. The only talking was from the waitress who would occasionally ask if the pair needed anything. Quinn paid, Rachel took left overs with her and they left. 

 

            “Quinn, I have a question.” Rachel stated when they were back into the car.

            “Ask away.”

            “You said you didn’t want to be alone today, however, you’ve yet to have any real conversation with me. Why?” Rachel asked. Quinn sighed and gripped the steering wheel.

            “I don’t – If I start talking. I’m going to lose it.” Quinn said and started the engine.

 ---

            Quinn drove to Rachel’s house in silence, just as Rachel had expected it. When they pulled up Quinn put the car into park and let out a sigh. “Thank you,” Quinn paused, “for not leaving me alone today.”

            “Um, no problem Quinn,” Rachel said awkwardly and unbuckled her seatbelt. Should she hug her? Were they even friends after this? They barely said a word to each other. Rachel grumbled inwardly and extended her hand. Quinn looked at Rachel’s hand with a puzzled look before extending her own hand and shaking it. “Good night Quinn.”

            “Night Berry,” Quinn said and watched as Rachel began to exit the car. “I just, I miss her so much.” She whispered right before Rachel closed the door. Rachel paused and took a deep breath before closing the door and walking to her front door.

 ---

            It was dark by the time Quinn pulled into her driveway. After dropping off Rachel she drove to Puck’s house and just sat there, wondering if she should knock on his door. After all, Beth was half his, no, Beth wasn’t theirs. Beth was Shelby’s.

            Quinn was greeted by her house with an eerie silence that was much too welcoming for her own good. She placed her keys in a glass bowl in the foyer and walked to the kitchen, getting herself a glass of water.

            A knock on the door filled the almost empty house with an echo. Quinn raised an eyebrow and placed her glass of water on the island in the kitchen. She walked slowly to the front door and when the door was barely open, a small, tan hand pushed it wide open.

            “The greatest gift as a Mother you could’ve given Beth, was giving her the life you wanted her to have, not the one you could’ve provided for her.” Rachel said hastily, coming into Quinn’s view.

            Quinn didn’t have much time to reply due to Rachel stepping forward and going on her tippy-toes to place a kiss on Quinn’s lips. It was chaste, but enough to get her point across. Quinn smiled into the kiss as Rachel mumbled, “Happy Mother’s Day.”

 

            “I – I really don’t want to be alone tonight.” Quinn said sheepishly. Rachel smiled softly and motioned to the bag she was carrying.

            “I know.”
 
 
Current Location: dorm
 
 
uhhuhloren
14 January 2011 @ 09:51 pm
Title: She's Having Her Baby (4/?)
Author: uhhuhloren
Rating: Pg- 13
Length: ~3000
Spoilers: All episodes just to be safe
Summary: At the Night of the Party, Puck doesn't sleep with Quinn, Rachel does. (Telling the Parents)


Mini Author's Note So I'm taking a little almost unseeable break from my comedic antics and having a small teeny tiny serious moment. Also this was done in between breaks during Christmas Eve dinner preparations, so any mistakes are completely on me.

A month had passed since the confirmation of Rachel being the 'father' to Quinn's unborn child. One painfully quick month if Quinn really took a moment to think about it. Quinn was starting to show now, and her baby-doll dresses wouldn't last any longer. Soon it would be maternity wear and then after that she'd start to look like a whale.

Which brought Quinn to her latest problem. If she was beginning to show, Glee would find out, then the school because Quinn knew Mercedes and Kurt couldn't keep anything to themselves, then eventually Quinn's parents. Quinn grimaced at the thought and shook her head. She knew that the time would come that she would have to tell her parents that she was with child but she sort of wished she had longer so she could make a back up plan, that included loads of emergency money.

Quinn thought, no knew that when she told her parents they would kick her out in a matter of an instant once they found out. Rachel thought Quinn was overreacting and told her that they were her parents they'd never do that to their child, but Quinn knew her parents better than that. When her older sister married a Jewish man - nice fellow - they practically cut her out of their loves.

Quinn snorted she following right in the footsteps of her older sister. She was well, sort of dating Rachel. They held hands when no one looked during Glee. Rachel seemed to walk with the girl throughout the school day, (carrying her books mind you) even tagging along with Brittany and Santana. They went the movies with just each other each week, barely bothering to watch the movie because their eyes and lips distracted each other.

"I'm telling my parents." Quinn slammed her locker shut and just stared at the shorter girl. Rachel had brought Quinn out of her thoughts and now she wanted Rachel to elaborate. "That I am 'fathering' this child." Quinn arched an eyebrow and let a long breath release.

"You're doing what?" She asked calmly but in actuality wanted to shake the brunette senseless.

"I'm telling them that I got you pregnant." Rachel repeated using different terms this time. Quinn closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose slightly. "I can't hold it in any longer. They question me and everything. 'Why do you care so much?' or 'Sheesh Rach with the way you are so overprotective of her...' I'm telling you they're onto me."

Quinn opened one eye and stared Rachel down. Words couldn't describe the confusion she was feeling right now. "What did Puck do to you?" She asked suspiciously.

"Noah hasn't done anything." Rachel replied putting her hands on her hips. "Besides you and Noah, my parents are the people who I am closest to. And, and I don't think you have a say whether I tell them or not." Quinn's eyebrow arched further as she stared down the shorter girl.

"I don't have a say? First off I'm the mother of this baby, and secondly as your girlfriend I think I do deserve a say of what mainly has to deal with me and what's growing inside of me too." Quinn stated as a matter-of-fact. Rachel blinked a few times and opened her mouth then shut it. She took a deep breath and shifted her weight to one foot.

"Girlfriend?" She asked. Quinn stiffened and winced slightly. She had let that slip, hadn't she? She sighed and nodded.

"Well, we go on dates regularly, we hold hands, and you always insist on carrying my books." Quinn told her.

"Oh."

"So are we?" Quinn asked her voice had lowered as if everyone in the hallway was listening in on their conversation. The bell rung and every had already rushed to get to their last period class, now leaving the duo behind. It wasn't like they had to get anywhere anyway, they both shared a study hall with Puck, Brittany, and Santana. Rachel looked to Quinn and smiled, leaning up and placing a chaste kiss on her lips, giving her the answer.

"Listen you two, just because study hall isn't technically a class doesn't mean you can skip it and make-out." Puck said popping out of nowhere. He handed each of them a fake hall pass and sighed. "You guys are making my supply run low." Quinn and Rachel shared an annoyed/confused look.

Puck certainly had been the oddest one out of the trio during the past month. He started acting slightly more mature with Quinn and Rachel and joined in Quinn's crusade in stopping the Jock's from throwing slushies in Rachel's face. It had been weird at first seeing Puck like this but his excuse was the possibility of him being able to see some lesbian action, followed by a sniffle, a scoff, then eventually him walking away awkwardly. Quinn stopped thinking about that, it made her head hurt. She nodded and followed Puck, dragging Rachel by the hand to their study hall.

When they entered the teacher barely bothered to look up from her 'smut' novel (written by some middle aged woman who had been scorned one too many times by men and decided to engulf her life in writing books where the 'perfect' man swept powerless women off their feet) and pointed to the desk for them to place their hall passes. They each placed them on the desk and walked straight to the back of the class where Brittany and Santana were. Santana had her eyes closed while Brittany stood behind her, engrossed with playing with Santana's hair.

"I'm not going to even bother asking where you three were." Santana said popping an eye open to stare at the three who sat down in front of her. Quinn sighed and waved her off, not really caring to explain much. Santana shrugged and closed her eyes again.

Brittany looked up at the three and smiled at them flashing her pearly whites, she pulled out a chair and sat next to Santana, resting her head on the other's shoulder. On instinct Santana opened her eyes and smiled pressing a kiss to Brittany's forehead. After a 'cough' from Puck, a small 'gasp' from Rachel and a mumbled 'I knew it' from Quinn. Santana winced and sighed. "Damnit." She said and moved away from Brittany but laced their hands together. "Alright, we're dating..." She said with a small grumble. Brittany looked confused and turned to Santana.

"I thought you said sex wasn't dating." Puck raised an eyebrow and let out a creepy, old man chuckle, scarily resembling 'Beevis and Butthead". Santana shot him a glare and then smiled at Brittany.

"Now isn't the time to talk about the specifics Babe, we're dating, kay?" She said more than asked. Brittany beamed then turned to the teacher who really wasn't paying attention, she turned back to Santana and kissed her quickly. A giggle escape one of the three's lips and Santana snapped her head to them, glaring. "Say anything and you're all dead."

"You don't really scare any of us." Quinn said followed by two coughs coming from either side of her. Quinn rolled her eyes and cleared her throat. "What I meant to say was, I'm not scared of you." Santana raised an eyebrow at Quinn and laughed.

"Really? Well Quinn, why is it that you haven't been able to stop wearing Baby-doll dresses?" Quinn flinched and sucked in a quick breath.

"Excuse me?"

"You have a bun in your oven." Brittany said brightly and bounced up slightly. Santana let out a small chuckle at Brittany then turned back to Quinn, her face completely serious.

"Brittany was the one who mentioned the baby-doll dresses. Didn't take much to put two and two together." Santana said with a shrug. "So you know about us, and we know about you. I assume we can strike a deal."

Quinn glanced to Rachel, then back to Puck. Oh hell, what did it matter now that two others knew, at least it was her best friends. She nodded with a small smile and looked from Brittany and Santana, they were cute together. "We won't tell, you should know better than that." She said and moved her index and thumb finger across her lips.

"Good." Santana said with a sigh of relief. She looked at Quinn and smiled before moving to Puck. "Wait, don't tell me Puck is the dad." She said with a grimace. Rachel coughed loudly and patted her chest.

"No he isn't, and please don't bother asking who the father is, it will only lead to headaches." Quinn said and slumped back in her seat, sneaking a glance with Rachel. Santana looked from the two but shrugged, she had a feeling she really didn't want to know in the first place.


----



When Glee rehearsal ended Rachel and Quinn left together as they always did, and as per usual Quinn drove right up to Rachel's house. She put the car in perk and sighed, turning to the brunette. "I think I might have to tell my parents." Rachel quirked an eyebrow and remained silent. "I know how I freaked about you telling yours that you are the 'father' but, I can't hide my pregnancy from my own any longer. They'll find out eventually." She justified quickly. Rachel nodded in understand and laced their hands together.

"Do you want me to go with you?" She asked. Quinn shook her head with a small smile.

"I think I need to do this part by myself." Rachel faltered a bit. Quinn leaned forward and pressed her lips against Rachel's firmly. "But thank you." She murmured and pulled away slowly. Rachel smiled at her and nodded.

"Call me." She ordered before stepping out of the car and skipping happily into her house. Quinn smiled and stayed in her car right up until the door slammed shut to Rachel's house. She sighed and gripped her steering wheel, yes, she was going to bring hell to her home.

When Quinn arrived her house looked different to her, almost foreign and a lot scarier than it had when she left for school. Quinn sucked ina breath and walked slowly into her house. She closed the door lightly and walked into the living room where she already knew where both of her parents were. "Mom... Dad."

Her mother looked up first and her face was unreadable at first, then gradually turned into disappointment as she looked between Quinn's stomach and her face. Quinn's father looked up from his newspaper rather irritably and looked at his daughter expectantly the just get to the point, and Quinn did, rather quickly and full of apologies and mumbles of how she wished she could take it back. Quinn's father put his paper down and stood up, walking slowly toward his daughter. Quinn had thought that this was a good sign, maybe everything would be okay. Hope.

"You have twenty minutes to pack up your things and get out of my house." He said evenly and calmly. Rejected. Quinn looked up to the man she had called her father for all of her years of existence. He even looked to foreign so weird at that point, like a stranger. Quinn backed away fighting tears that wanted to seep through. She turned her head and saw her mother just sitting on the couch lifelessly. At least Quinn had prepared herself for this. But, no matter how much preparation, it still hurt.

----


A small timid round of knocks on the Berry's front door interrupted dinner. Rachel tilted her head to the side and looked to her fathers. "Fine, I'll get it." She said with a small grumble and stood up, smoothing out her pleated skirt. When she got to the door, there she saw her pregnant girlfriend sporting a duffle bag and looked as if someone had ripped her heart right out of her chest. Instinctively, Rachel grabbed Quinn and brought her into a tight hug. Quinn dropped her duffle bag on the ground outside and wrapped her arms around Rachel's waist, letting everything out and wailed out shudders of tears. Rachel rubbed her hands up and down Quinn's back, trying to soothe the girl as best as she could.

"Sweetie is everythi-" Victor Berry stopped dead in his tracks once he saw Quinn's state and the duffle on the ground. He sneaked passed them and picked it up, carrying it back into the house. He placed it on the stair case and walked past his husband silently going into the kitchen. Victor turned around just to see his husband open his mouth. "Eric, not now." He said and turned back, bringing an extra plate down from the cabinet, just incase for Quinn

Eric Berry was a very tall and muscular African-American man once he finally stood up from the dining room chair. He like his daughter smoothed out hi. He sighed and walked toward the front door, frowning at the two. "Come on, it's cold out there." Was all he said and ushered the two in, closing the door lightly.

Rachel brought Quinn to the couch and sat her down, not letting go of the older girl. Quinn's sobs had died somewaht and she brought her head out of Rachel's shoulder. "He gave me twenty minutes to pack." She said barely above a whisper. Eric Berry's heart broke at the frailness of her voice. He turned toward the kitchen just as Victor began to walk towards them. They shared a knowing look and nodded at one another.

"Quinn, sweetheart you are more that welcome to stay with us." Victor's soothing voice, brought Quinn's head up her eyes were read and puffy from crying and she really did look like she could pass out at any minute.

"I... thank you." Quinn said and teared up again, leaping out from Rachel and wrapping her arms around Victor. Victor did the same as Rachel did, only adding small amounts of 'sh's' to calm her.

"It's going to be okay sweetie." He said almost as a murmur and kissed the top of Quinn's head. Rachel stood up and smiled sadly at her father. "Rachel, show Quinn the guest room, okay?" He said and pulled himself away from Quinn. Rachel nodded and grabbed Quinn by the wrist, taking her upstairs quickly.

Rachel bypassed the guest room and brought Quinn directly to her room. When Quinn entered the forbidden chamber of Rachel Berry she eyed it carefully. "It's pink." She observed and looked around. It was... very, very pink, with gold stars pretty much everywhere, and off to the side one of those step bikes, or whatever. "It's pink." She repeated. Rachel nodded and shrugged.

"That it is, come here." She said and sat down on her bed, Quinn followed silent and immediately curled up next to Rachel, letting out a muffled sob. Rachel wrapped her arms around the blond girl and rubbed her back, there wasn't much to say. Saying sorry would be irrelevant in the situation it wouldn't change the fact that her parents had thrown her out carelessly. Quinn shifted and moved to rest her head on Rachel's lap. "Do you want anything to eat?" Quinn shook her head.

"I just want to sleep." Quinn murmured and closed her eyes. Rachel nodded and went to stand up and Quinn grabbed her hand. "Stay." She said and looked up. Rachel smiled down at the girl and nodded. It didn't take long for Quinn to fall into a deep slumber, that much crying really did wipe a person out.

Carefully, Rachel slipped out from Quinn's head and put a pillow in place. She walked down the stairs and sighed as her fathers were both discussing what she could only assume was Quinn, in the living room.

"How is she?" Victor asked. Rachel shrugged.

"I don't know. I think she just needs rest to recollect herself." Rachel sat down beside her fathers and put her head in her hands letting out a frustrated sigh. "This must be putting a lot of stress on her. Stress is bad for the baby..."

"You really care about her and the baby don't you Rachel?" Rachel looked up to her 'Dad' Eric and nodded. Crap, she thought. They were both giving her the look now. It was the 'tell us something we don't know' look.

"There's something I have to tell the both of you." Rachel said and stood right back up, facing her parents. Her hands fumbled in front of her trying to settle the sudden nerves.

"What is it?" Victor asked, with the Berry eyebrow arched way up into his forehead. Rachel took in a deep breath and poised herself in front of her fathers.

"I'm the father of Quinn's baby." She said with confidence and blew out a heap of air in relief feeling much better that she had gotten that off of her chest.

Eric looked to Victor and squinted his eyes just a bit before turning back to Rachel, then back to Victor who was slowly nodding and took in a large gulp. "Rachel, now isn't the time to dazzle us with your amazing acting skills."

"I'm not." Rachel said with a sigh. "Look, it sounds crazy but it's the truth. It was my DNA you tested Daddy." She said to Victor. Victor sighed and just kept nodding slowly.

"Rachel seriously. Quinn just got kicked out of her house, and now you're doing this?" Eric asked with a frown. "I thought we raised you better." Rachel rolled her eyes and groaned.

"I know, which is why I'm telling you the truth. Quinn is having my baby." She exclaimed and almost jumped up from exasperation. Eric sighed, he really just wished his daughter would put the act down.

"Vic..." Eric shook Victor lightly breaking him out of his nodding trance. "Babe, please you're the doctor here, just tell her she's crazy or to just drop the act."

Victor sighed and rubbed his eyes. He took in a deep breath and released it slowly like he was blowing out cigarette smoke. Hell, he could of used one at that moment. "I can't do either." He said and put a hand on Eric's knee. "It looks like the Grandma Berrys are going to have to pay us a visit before Hanukkah."
 
 
uhhuhloren
14 January 2011 @ 09:49 pm
Title: She's Having Her Baby (3/?)
Author: Uhhuhloren
Rating: PG-13
Length: 4262
Spoilers: Every episode just to be safe
Summary: At the Night of the Party, Puck doesn't sleep with Quinn, Rachel does.


As the weeks passed until the final tenth week, Quinn had counted nonstop marking off each day on her 'Cheerio' calendar that Sue Sylvester had given them. Each of the key Cheerio's graced the cover of one month. So luckily for her this was Quinn's month. She snorted in remembrance and shook her head. Oh it definitely was her month alright.

She remained quiet to most crawling into some sort of anti-social bubble, besides hanging out with Santana and Brittany of course. Quinn hadn't spoken to Rachel after the bathroom incident, but she was beginning to let the ice warm up off of her shoulder gradually, only for the fact that Rachel was the 'father' to her baby, but it didn't mean she had to 'talk' to her. Quinn even went as so far as yelling at some football Jock who slushied Rachel and threatened to castrate him with her bare bands, Quinn blamed it on her hormones.


Quinn quit the Cheerio's all together, throwing her uniform in Sue Sylvester's face telling her to shove it. Okay, so that had been the pregnancy hormones talking (really) and the only reply she got from Sue was. 'When that demon fetus comes out, you come talk to me.' Followed by a disturbing wink. Quinn couldn't help but wonder how in the hell Sue Sylvester found out and no one else had. Well, Puck had and that surely had been a fun conversation to say in the least.

Quinn flinched slightly as a lunch tray slammed down in front of her. She looked up slowly coming face-to-face with Puck who ever so kindly had a smug grin on his face. "What do you want?" She asked, slowly and cautiously. Puck sat down and shrugged.

"I just want to know how she did it." Puck said the grin not leaving his face. Quinn tensed up but her face remained impassive. Crap, Crap, Crap was all that went through her head.

"I... I don't know what you are talking about." She replied and waved him off taking a bite out of her saltine cracker, the only thing she could eat without throwing up. She desperately hoped that Puck would get the hint to just drop it and leave. Puck just laughed and shook his head, getting comfortable in his chair, leaning back and resting his arm on the back of it.

"I think you do." He said and leaned in, looking around cautiously. "How did Berry knock you up?" If Quinn could kill with a look Puck would have died, been resurrected and died slowly, and painfully, again.

"Excuse me?" Quinn arched an eyebrow wither her question and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I heard you in the hall a few weeks ago. Well actually followed the both of you hoping to catch onto some hot lesbian action and caught the end of what seemed like an intense conversation. So now I ask again, how did she do it? Because if she's some hermaphrodite then the football team owes me a collective hundred bucks." Puck didn't have time to dodge the saltine cracker that hit him on the forehead, he leaned back again and grunted. "Hermaphrodite, no then?"

"I'm surprised you can say a four syllable word correctly." Quinn replied dryly. "And she isn't, I would know obviously." Puck's smug grin returned and he nodded enthusiastically.

"So you two did hook up, and now you're pregnant?" A nod from Quinn was her answer. "You do realize that it's impossible right."

"So I've been told." Quinn told him calmly. She really wanted to rip his head off but she was beginning to feel that everyone was slowly turning their attention to the two of them. Puck stared at for her a moment before letting a sigh with a small chuckle.

"God, you really think she did this." He said and Quinn nodded. "Why do I have the feeling that I'm going to be believing this very soon?"

"Because it's the truth." Quinn leaned in and sighed. "Before Rachel and I 'hooked up' as you so kindly put it I was a virgin." Puck raised an eyebrow at her and she rolled her eyes but continued. "And now, I'm not a virgin, haven't had sex since that night and I'm pregnant. It's the most illogical, logical explanation there is." She said and went back to her original sitting position away from Puck.

"Ahem." Quinn looked up and saw Santana and Brittany walking over to them. Santana stopped right to the side in the middle between Puck and Quinn. She crossed her arms and stared at Quinn, of course in jealousy. Quinn's eyes moved to Brittany who looked between Santana and Puck before narrowing her eyes just slightly and Puck, staring at him the same way that Santana was staring at her. If Quinn didn't know any better... nah. "Having a fun chat?" Santana asked sarcastically.

Quinn rolled her eyes and sighed. "Not exactly, your boy-toy was just asking me where you were, and now that you are here, there is nothing left to chat about." Santana blinked and looked between Puck and Quinn. She scoffed and shrugged it off.

"Whatever... come on Puck." She said and pulled him up by his collar. Puck took a second and looked at Quinn. She raised an eyebrow and gave him a look that said if he ever told anyone about what he knew, she'd kill him. He nodded at her understandingly and turned around, walking away with Santana.

Quinn looked to Brittany who just stood there with a bored look on her face. "Shouldn't you be going with Santana?" She asked curiously. Brittany shrugged and looked over to Santana and Puck.

"Santana didn't tell me to go with them." She mumbled. Quinn just stared at her blankly before sighing and offering the girl a seat.

Quinn couldn't help but let a small giggle escape her lips as she slammed her locker door shut and walked down to the choir room for their weekly Glee rehearsal. She walked over to Brittany and Santana as usual and sat next to Brittany on the right. Even though she wasn't a Cheerio anymore didn't mean that they weren't her best friends any more. She listened in idly to their very unimportant conversation on the brands of petroleum jelly they applied to their teeth during competitions. Quinn's eyes moved to Rachel who was as usual by the piano with Mr. Scheuster, but she looked different. Her skin wasn't the normally glowing tan color it was (not that Quinn ever looked long enough to determine that) instead it was replaced with a somewhat paler look to her. Quinn brushed it off and wondered if Rachel still remembered that this was the day they'd go in for the paternity test.

Glee rehearsal went on just as normally as it always did. Rachel and Finn got the solo's for an overly sappy song and the rest just stood there, swaying back and forth singing back-up filled with 'Ooh's' and 'Ah's'. But during the song Quinn would catch Rachel's eyes land on her a few times, always at the point where one would think they'd be on Finn and only on Finn. Quinn found this strange but shook it off, continuing to provide the oh-so exciting backing vocals.

After Glee Quinn knew that Rachel was always the last one to leave, even after Scheuster so she made sure to stick around and stay in the back quietly as everyone left. When Mr. Scheuster walked out of the room waving 'goodbye' to both girls, Rachel didn't turn around to Quinn, she stayed almost frozen staring at the door.

"We should... we should head to the doctors now." It was barely audible but Quinn was sure that's what she heard from the shorter girl. Quinn nodded although Rachel couldn't see her and stepped down from the small platform, stopping beside Rachel. "One of my gay dads is an OB/GYN." She said meekly and looked up to Quinn. Quinn was about to say something but Rachel stopped her. "Yeah, I know. I don't understand it either." Quinn shut her mouth and nodded again.

"We'll take my car." Quinn said and started to walk out of the Choir room. Rachel sighed and looked up to the ceiling right before following her.

---

When they pulled up to Rachel's father's practice, neither girl wanted to step out out of the car and take the 'Walk of Fate' as Quinn had thought of it while they were driving there. Quinn heard a gasp come from Rachel and she looked to her right, seeing Rachel dig into her bag for something. It was a thick plastic bag.

"I stole this from my dad the other day, it's a swab so I can take my DNA." Quinn arched an eyebrow upward which Rachel ignored. "I'm not just going to tell my Daddy 'hey can you waste precious lab equipment and tell me if I'm fathering Quinn's baby?'" She said as if it were obvious and swabbed the inside of her cheek. She closed the container and sighed looking to Quinn. "Let's go. Daddy cleared his afternoon for your check up."

"My, check up?" Quinn asked slowly. Rachel nodded.

"Well I doubt you've seen a doctor about your pregnancy right?" Quinn nodded and Rachel shrugged. "Then you need a check up, now come on." She said and exited the car, briskly walking towards the practice. Quinn let out a large sigh before following Rachel in.

Rachel walked up to the receptionist she had familiar with over the years. "Hi Jen." She said brightly. "Is Daddy done with his last patient?" She asked. Quinn dug her hands into her coat pockets and looked around. The place had seemed empty, Rachel must of really made her Dad cancel the appointments.

"Yep, just go right on in to examination room one." Jen told Rachel and handed her a chart. Rachel eyed the char and gave it to Quinn before heading past Jen and into the hall of examination rooms. Quinn followed her scanning the chart, they were simple questions that she'd normally see at her own Doctor's.

Quinn entered the small room with a large chair positioned right in the middle next to a small television screen. Rachel pointed to it and sat herself down on a swivel chair, moving herself back and forth slowly. Quinn sighed and tossed the chart onto the counter and hopped up onto the patient chair. Quinn looked to Rachel, she was paler than when she was at Glee rehearsal. "Are, you okay?" she asked.

Rachel looked up and shrugged, she wasn't really sure what she was feeling at the moment. It was a mixture of anxiousness, fear, and oddly enough hope in a way. "As okay as I'll be at this moment. Is it crazy that I may believe you?" Quinn shook her head and put her hands under her thighs kicking her legs out weakly.

"Listen, I wouldn't make you do this if I wasn't sure." Quinn replied. Rachel sighed and for the first time in a while looked directly into Quinn's eyes. She didn't want to accept it but for some unknown reason she was finding herself believing that she actually had impregnated Quinn. The door opened and a tall, tanned man with incredible bone structure stepped in. Quinn must of just seen Rachel's male version because she was the spitting image of him save the eye and hair color. While the man had dirty blond hair and blue eyes, Rachel had rich chocolate brown hair and eyes to match.

"Hey sweetheart." Mr. Berry said and kissed his daughter on the top of her head. He turned to Quinn and gave her a warm smile. "You must be the Quinn that Rachel doesn't ever stop tal-" Rachel moved her leg out and kicked her father's shin. Mr. Berry turned to Rachel and gave her a warning look before turning back to Quinn. Quinn looked between both Berry's and couldn't help but wonder what Rachel had said to her father's about her. "Anyway. I hear you've got something cooking in the oven."

"Um... yeah. I do." Quinn replied rather quietly and turned to Rachel. Rachel perked up and stood up, handing her father the tube of her DNA, but she'd never tell her father that.

"Quinn is in her tenth week of pregnancy and would very much appreciate it if you performed a pre-natal paternity test. I have uh... the suspected father's DNA sample with me here. He willingly gave us his DNA and wishes to not be present during this time, or ever." Rachel said quickly like she had rehearsed it in front of a mirror a million times before telling her father. Mr. Berry eyed his daughter skeptically and took the tube, placing it in the pocket of his lab coat. He turned to Quinn hoping to find an answer but she just shrugged with a sigh.

"Very well." Mr. Berry replied slowly. "Um, Quinn I'm going to need you to recline backward, I need to take a sample from the placenta." Quinn tensed up. He was going where?! She sighed but did as he told and looked to Rachel. Rachel gave her a sympathetic look and walked to Quinn's side. Quinn watched intently as Mr. Berry got a syringe and other various tools that health class certainly didn't provide the names for. She looked up to the ceiling and took in deep breaths calming her self down.

"It's going to be okay you know." Rachel whispered to her. She grabbed Quinn's hand and squeezed it tight, reassuringly. Quinn looked down at their hands and then to Rachel. Rachel nodded encouragingly and Quinn could've laughed had it not been for the fact that Rachel's father would be going to her 'forbidden zone'. The next few minutes were a blur to Quinn, mindlessly she did as Rachel's father had asked and in between then felt a pinch. Quinn shut her eyes tight at the feeling and felt Rachel's hand squeeze tight onto her's. It was somewhat a relief.

"Alright Quinn, it's over, it'll take three days for the results to come in." The soothing voice of Mr. Berry made Quinn relax. She opened her eyes and adjusted herself, smoothing down her skirt so she looked at least partially decent. "All we need to do is an ultra-sound and make sure that the baby's heartbeat is steady. You're at your tenth week so it should be distinct." Quinn nodded and lifted her shirt up revealing her still toned stomach with only a miniscule bump barely noticeable. Out of the corner of her eye Quinn saw Rachel's tongue run across her lips. Don't even think about it Berry, this is what landed us here in the first place. She thought to herself

The next moment Quinn felt a cold jelly rub across her belly, she squirmed a little then relaxed. She looked up at Mr. Berry who had a playful smile on his face. She narrowed her eyes slightly, that was just a little irritating. She looked to the screen and could barely make it out, but there it was, her baby. Or rather her and Rachel's, even though the results weren't in to confirm it. It was so tiny, but it was hers. "Yep, good steady heartbeat, but it's too early to determine the sex." Mr. Berry's words broke Quinn out of her thoughts. I would think it would be a girl considering no 'Y' chromosome. Quinn thought but smiled at Mr. Berry.


"Thank you Mr. Berry-"

"It's Victor, hun." Victor interrupted Quinn with a smile. Quinn looked down as she felt her cheeks redden slightly.

"I mean, Victor. Thank you so much for helping me. But, I have a question. How much is this going to cost me?" She asked. Victor raised his hand to Quinn, stopping her from going any further.

"It isn't going to cost you a thing. Rachel and I have talked about this already, I'm surprised she hasn't told you." Quinn glanced at Rachel who didn't seem to be paying attention at the moment. "She informed me of the position you are in. Your medical bills are completely." Nothing could stop the tears that flew from Quinn's eyes as she wrapped her arms around Victor, giving him a hug. Victor chuckled and patted Quinn's back before prying himself away gently. "I'll let you get fixed back up." He said with a smile and walked out of the room. Quinn heard a sniffle and snapped her head to Rachel. She was... crying?

"Um... Rachel?" Rachel sniffled one last time and wiped her eyes, removing her eyes from the screen. She looked to Quinn and forced a smile to come out. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Just... I'm fine." Quinn looked at her warily but nodded. She wiped the remaining jelly from her stomach and moved her shirt down. She stood up and smoothed the rest of her clothes out.

"Come on, I'll give you a ride home?" She asked the brunette. Rachel nodded and walked out of the examination room.

When Quinn pulled up to Rachel's house, Rachel didn't leave. For a moment she just stared at the dashboard intently like she was trying to burn a hole through it. "I... I don't think I'm going to be surprised."

"About?" Quinn asked, unbuckling herself and turning her body to face Rachel. Rachel looked up and just sighed.

"When in three days those results say that I'm a match." Quinn let out a low chuckle. Rachel titled her head to the side. "What?"

"After all that, now you believe me?" Rachel shrugged and nodded. Quinn leaned back into the drivers seat and closed her eyes for a moment. "You didn't have to do what you did you know."

"And that would be?"

"Having your father take care of my medical bills." Quinn replied and took to Rachel again. Rachel winced slightly at that and nodded.

"Oh, I forgot about that. I just figured... I mean pre-natal paternity tests cost a lot of money and they aren't covered under health insurance and I'm sure that when your parents receive their next healthcare bill they're going to wonder why their daughter is going to an OB/GYN so routinely... and-and my Daddy he knows what it's like to have to hide things from parents I mean had to hide the fact that he was gay for a while befo-" Quinn silenced Rachel's with her lips. It was the only logical thing that she was sure would stop Rachel from continuing to talk. Rachel immediately relaxed into the kiss and let out a sigh. Quinn pulled back and smiled at the brunette.

"I guess I should've just said thank you and left it at that." Quinn said and Rachel nodded lazily, still dazed from the kiss.

"I think that the kiss was an appropriate form of thank you." Rachel replied without missing a beat. Quinn's eyebrow arched and Rachel immediately blushed. "I mean, it was nice and you have soft lips and very kissable. I remember from the night at Pu-" Again Quinn silenced the girl with another kiss, only this time it was chaste.

"You ramble too much." Quinn informed her. Rachel nodded shyly and opened the door to Quinn's car. She stepped out and leaned down into the car. "Three days, and back to your Dad's practice?" Rachel nodded.

"Yep, can't go by took quickly, right?"

---
Unfortunately, Rachel was wrong. The three day wait went by painfully slow for Quinn and Rachel, and surprisingly Puck who decided to not leave Quinn alone during the time period. Quinn did change the way she acted though, she spent most of her time with Rachel almost protectively, no one even dared to throw a slushie at her during those three days. But finally, this was the day ,and right after school Rachel and Quinn would leave school quickly and head to the practice.

"So, can I come?" Quinn rolled her eyes at Puck and slammed her locker door. He dug his hands into his pockets and looked at her expectantly.

"Why?" Was her only question. Puck just did what Puck always did, shrug.

"I dunno, I wanna see for myself if you really are having Rachel's baby." Quinn hit him with her books and he smirked. "Okay so I said that a little loud, but I don't really see the problem unless..." Puck paused and looked toward the ground before looking back up to Quinn. "Unless Rachel doesn't know I know." Quinn looked at him sheepishly. "She doesn't!" He said with a grin.

"I haven't exactly gotten around to telling her that you know, and I'm still confused how you could've figured this one out." She said uncomfortably and leaned against her locker. Rachel was surely taking her damn time on meeting her.

"Well, you can tell her on the way, while I follow you guys." Quinn groaned and slapped her forehead with her books. "What?"

"Shouldn't you be off with Santana or something?" She asked. Puck shrugged.

"She dumped me the other day, something about my credit score." Puck explained with a shrug. Quinn could've laughed. Sure, that was the reason. "But I don't really care, now quit coming up with reasons, I'm going." Quinn sighed.

"Dr. Berry will think you are the baby's father." Quinn said. Puck grimaced but shook it off. She wasn't going to drive him off.

"Nope, I'll play the role as 'Cousin Fabray'." Quinn just stared. God, he really wanted to go.

"Fine... just don't say anything." She said and looked down the hallway, it was almost empty, but then she saw it. The purple and green argyle sweater. "Now she comes." She grumbled.

Rachel looked at Quinn and Puck and raised an eyebrow. She walked up to them and just looked between the two for a moment. "Um... am I missing something?"

"Puck knows." Quinn said with a sigh. Rachel's eyes widened as she turned to look at Puck. Puck waved quickly and put his hand back into his pocket.

"So we're good? We can go?" He asked.

"If I knew any better, I'd say you want to know more than we do." Quinn said and started to walk toward the parking lot, with Rachel in tow. Puck shrugged and followed behind them.

"Not everyday you find out some chick got pregnant by another one." He justified and walked to his own car.

---


"You told him?" Rachel asked once they had arrived at her father's practice. Quinn sighed and shook her head.

"No, he figured it out himself, how? I don't even know." Quinn said and got out of her car. Rachel frowned and followed.

"It could've been when I yelled, 'I don't even have a penis' a few weeks ago." Rachel said, thinking out loud. Quinn stopped walked and looked at Rachel. "Oh..."

"Let's just go... Puck's already at the entrance." Quinn said pointing toward the entrance to the building.

The three of them crammed into the small examination room, Rachel on the swivel chair, Quinn on the patient chair, and Puck... well he was just in a corner poking at the machines.

"Puck if you break any of it..." Rachel began to warn. Puck rolled his eyes and dug his hands into his pockets. The door opened and Victor walked in with a chart in his hands. He looked around and his eyes landed on Puck. He raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to talk but Rachel beat him to it. "He is not the father Daddy, just a supportive cousin." She answered quickly. Victor looked down to his daughter and smiled sarcastically, thanking her for letting him speak.

"Alrighty then, well Quinn I have the results and it looks like your hunch was right. It's a match, the guy who gave you the DNA sample is the father of the baby." Puck gasped lowly, Rachel's eyes snapped to Quinn, and Quinn just sat there. "Um... is that a good thing?"

"Ye-yes Daddy, that's a great thing." Rachel replied not taking her eyes off of Quinn. "Can you... just give us some time alone." Victor was about to question his daughter until he saw the color drain out of her face. He nodded and left the chart on the counter and walked out, shutting the door quietly.

Holy hell, it was confirmed. Rachel Berry had really managed to do the impossible. Surely Quinn knew this from the start, but it was different that actually getting it scientifically confirmed that she was pregnant with Rachel Berry's child. Quinn's eyes fluttered from open to shut a number of times.

"Quinn, are you going to be okay?" Rachel asked and put a hand on Quinn's back, rubbing it in a comforting manner. Quinn looked up to Rachel and nodded then, shook her head, then nodded again.

"Maybe, you?" Rachel shrugged and did the same as Quinn.

"I don't know, I just found out that I'm going to be a father... or mother... parent, whatever you call it in this case." Rachel said slowly. Quinn laughed helplessly.

"Told you I'm not crazy." Quinn said. Rachel let out a small laugh as well.

Puck who was stayed pretty much quiet stood there in shock, his eyes wide. Part of him just figured that Quinn and Rachel were playing a very bad joke on him, but no. Rachel really did knock up the former head cheerleader. "This... This is just awesome!"
 
 
uhhuhloren
14 January 2011 @ 09:47 pm
Title: She's Having Her Baby (2/?)
Author: uhhuhloren
Rating: PG-R (Female getting Female Pregnant)
Length: ~ 1000+
Spoilers: All Episodes just to be safe,
Summary: At the Night of the Party, Quinn doesn't sleep with Puck, Rachel becomes that one lucky soul.
Side Note: Quinn and Finn, the hot tub? Never happened.



Quinn grumbled and grunted all the way, walking from the parking lot into the school and straight to the choir room for Glee rehearsal. After the new revelation Quinn had received she knew she needed to have it out with the brunette. So many questions had circled around Quinn's head after she found out that there was a bun in her oven. Sure Rachel had proven to be great that night, but was she really that great? Had some sort of magical powers and BAM Quinn was pregnant with some broadway devil spawn? Quinn shook her head. That was complete and utter bull. Rachel had to of done something mischievous when her head as down there. Hell it was down there enough times that night, Quinn was sure Rachel could've done something, hell anything.

Quinn walked up to the Choir room and strutted in, her eyes searching for the brunette. She first laid her eyes on Brittany and Santana, Brittany was currently moving her head around in rapid movements, like she was convulsing. Quinn titled her head to the side, partially mesmerized by the movement. She shook her head out of it, damn it she was a girl on a mission. Her eyes searched the room again, Kurt was plucking Mercedes eyebrows, Finn was brooding and playing the drums solemnly. Quinn rolled her eyes at him and noticed Puck staring at her curiously and pointing toward the piano.

Quinn moved her eyes to the piano. Bingo. There was the very girl she was looking for with Mr. Scheuster on the piano, of course as per usual working on their latest song just so she could hit the notes perfect as she always did. Quinn marched right on over to the argyle wearing girl and spun her around, keeping a tight grip on her arm. "We need to talk." She growled out.

The piano flubbed a few notes and the whole choir room went silent just as Kurt let out a girlish gasp. Everyone was anticipating a fight between the two. Hell, everyone was anticipating it ever since Glee had started. A punch, a smack, a hair pull, or a kiss (Well that was just Puck). Quinn glared at everyone quickly before turning back to Rachel. "In private," she added loudly.

Everyone in Glee took that as their queue to pretend to do something more important by filling the room with loud and obnoxious noises. Quinn ignored them and turned around dragging a whining and complaining Rachel in tow. She took another glance and caught Puck staring at them extremely curiously right before she exited the room.

It didn't take very long for Quinn to reach the girls bathroom just down the hall, she pushed Rachel in and almost slammed her into the side of the stall. Quinn slammed the door shut, and turned around to Rachel, narrowing her eyes at her. "What did you do to me?"

Rachel raised an eyebrow at Quinn and titled her head, clearly confused about this whole confrontation. "I'm not exactly sure what you're talking about."

"Don't play stupid with me Berry. How did you do it?" Quinn asked and stepped closer to Rachel standing over the younger girl, with an intimidating stance. "I knew there was a reason I called you Man Hands, but this? Oh, I never thought you'd go this far." Quinn stared in Rachel's eyes sure enough to bore holes right through the back of her head. Quinn's eyes then moved to Rachel's lips, then back to the eyes, and then back to the lips. She let out an aggravated scream and turned away, pacing back and forth.

Rachel put her hands on her hips and shook her head. "I'm sure if you would just inform me what you are so upset about then we can resolve it like civilized human beings." Rachel said. She stepped forward and put a hand on Quinn's shoulder. Quinn jerked away and glared at Rachel.

"You really don't know do you?" She asked in disbelief. Quinn laughed to herself and crossed her arms over her chest. "You," Quinn paused and clicked the roof of her mouth with her tongue. "I'm pregnant." Rachel stared blankly at Quinn for a moment and waited for her to continue but clearly that wasn't happening.

"Er, congratulations have you told Finn?" Rachel asked slowly, her voice wavering. Quinn shook her head and sighed.

"Finn didn't get me pregnant. You did." She said with a small sneer in her voice. Rachel paused and that same blank stare she gave just a moment ago came back. For a moment Quinn thought that Rachel was waiting for more until Rachel broke out into a fit of giggling. "This isn't something to laugh about."

"I think it is, Quinn do you realize what you're saying?" Rachel asked and lifted her eyes up, scrunching them. Quinn shook her head again and an aggravated grunt escaped her lips.

"I know exactly what I'm saying. Before that night at Pucks party I was a virgin, thanks to you I've lost that and gained myself a little tiny fetus currently growing and making me want to throw up at all hours of the day." Quinn spat to Rachel. "Now my question is, what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. Well I did do things, but so did you if I recall." Rachel challenged with a questioning look. "And if you haven't realized, it's scientifically impossible."

"Read my lips." Quinn said and walked closer to Rachel, back into that intimidating stance. "Somehow you managed to do the impossible, because I'm pregnant, and I'm damn sure that this baby is half yours." Rachel was about to speak but Quinn but Quinn stopped her putting a finger to Rachel's lips. "Don't. Just don't. I know you think I'm crazy, but you know what? That's fine. I know this baby is yours."

Quinn stared at Rachel a little longer and then turned around briskly and walked away, as fast as she could. Rachel stood there in shock and confusion trying to wrap her head everything around. She never thought that she was that good. Rachel shook her head, there was no way Rachel could get another girl pregnant no matter how much talent she possessed, it was just impossible, right? Rachel sighed and rubbed her temples before walking out into the hallway, seeing Quinn far off into the distance of the hallway, she was going to humor the girl. "If you when you're at your tenth week we'll get a paternity test!" Rachel yelled. "Or maternity in this case," she added but Quinn didn't stop. "I don't even have a penis!" She yelled out remembering Quinn's first statements to her.

At that moment Puck's head appeared from a doorway, looking between Quinn and Rachel. He looked to Quinn who was huffing and puffing all the way down the hall and then to Rachel who looked flustered and confused. "Um..." Rachel put up her hand and started walking, passing Puck.

"Noah, please don't even bother." She said with a sigh and continued on her way. Somehow Rachel knew this whole ordeal wasn't going to be easy. "Just what I get for sleeping with the crazy ones." She mumbled.
 
 
 
uhhuhloren
14 January 2011 @ 09:45 pm
Title: She's Having Her Baby (1/?)
Authoruhhuhloren 
Rating: PG-R (Female getting Female Pregnant)
Length: ~ 1000+
Spoilers: All Episodes just to be safe,
Summary: At the Night of the Party, Quinn doesn't sleep with Puck, Rachel becomes that one lucky soul.
Side Note: Quinn and Finn, the hot tub? Never happened. 

I saw this as a prompt and pretty much knew I had to at least attempt it. I mean seriously Quinn having Rachel's baby? If they can have mpreg than by golly I want to see a woman impregnate another woman.

The music was blaring too loudly Quinn observed as she walked around the crowded house full of people dry fucking in the corners, and in the middle of the dance orgy. Why she allowed herself to go was still a mystery, that was until she saw Rachel Berry practically humping her boyfriends leg over in the living room. She narrowed her eyes at them both and walked over to them, not close enough for them to acknowledge her existence but close enough for her to eavesdrop.

The only sounds that Quinn could hear were her boyfriend's dumb jock laughter and a shrill of giggling from Rachel. Of course the broadway wanna-be was drunk, how else would she actually work up the nerve to even glance at Quinn Fabray's boyfriend. Quinn pulled her head back and emptied what ever remained in the third wine cooler Puck had given her. She laughed with a small snort, she knew Puck's game, get her drunk then lead her upstairs and have sex. There was no way Quinn would be stupid enough, no matter how drunk to actually let that happen.

She took another glance at Finn and Rachel, Finn had just moved a piece of Rachel's hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. Quinn rolled her eyes, now that was the last straw for tonight. She walked closer to them, pushing Finn away from Rachel and tossing her empty bottle of wine cooler at him. She didn't bother talking, her eyes did all the work for her, glancing between Finn and Rachel, almost growling at the pair. She decided on scoffing at the two and turning on her heel walking away. Honestly, she didn't understand what Finn saw in Rupaul.

Quinn ventured up stairs away from the booming music that shook the house with every beat, and especially Finn and Rachel. When she got up to the second floor she saw at a quick glance Puck entering a bedroom with a giggling Santana in tow. Quinn sighed at the two, and continued on her way. She stumbled into a smaller bedroom, the effects of the three wine coolers on her empty stomach now hitting her. She walked slowly over to the bed, not bothering to turn any light on and sat down on the foot of it, taking in a large breath to get rid of the dizziness she was currently beginning to feel. She hadn't even noticed the door open or a person walk in and sit beside her on the bed.

"Quinn?" Quinn glanced up to the voice, rolling her eyes when she saw who it was.

"What do you want Man hands?" Quinn spat. Rachel backed away slightly, almost sheepishly as if she had expected Quinn to say something on the lines of that.

"I just wanted to apologize for my behavior in those past few moments with Finn." Rachel began quite fast, it took a moment for Quinn to actually understand what Rachel was saying. "I mean yes, he is in a committed relationship with you. But you see my father's have always told me keep your friends close and enemies closer and-" Quinn just stared blankly at Rachel from then on. She wasn't completely sure but after that point she could of sworn Rachel began to speak Yiddish. Quinn's eyes began to glaze over as she just sat there, barely listening to Rachel speak/justify her actions.

However, the next trail of events certainly did wake up Quinn up. Rachel had placed her lips on Quinn's. Quinn tensed up and her eyes locked onto Rachel bugging out, but oddly the kiss didn't break. Quinn took a second to think and realized Rachel's lips were soft and delicate, and dare she even think it, but enjoyable. Her eyes fluttered shut as she let herself get lost in the kiss. Whether or not Quinn would ever admit it to anyone else but Rachel was a better kisser than Finn, hell Rachel was a damn fine gold star kisser.

Rachel grabbed Quinn by the waist and pushed her back on the bed, their lips still tangled with each other's. Quinn broke the kiss and stared, dumbly at Rachel who was now presently hanging over her. "We're drunk." She stated simply, then chuckled. Oh well, one drunken night with no inhibitions couldn't have too bad of consequences, even if it was with Rachel. Rachel grinned at Quinn and kissed her again.

Tongues danced in sync with each other and soon enough, some how clothes were discarded all around the floor. Quinn had to wonder how quick Rachel actually was when she felt her own nude skin against Rachel's in a matter on an instant. Quinn was enjoying the kissing too much at this point, and a heat in between her legs was growing strong. Her left hand wandered up and down Rachels body, finally settling on one of her breasts. She squeezed it gently earning herself a moan from the brunette. Quinn smirked to herself having that satisfaction.

Rachel's knee slipped in between Quinn's legs and pushed upward. Quinn jerked up and let out a loud moan herself. Rachel stopped kissing Quinn and looked at the girl, terrified that she may of injured her. "Do you want to stop?"

"God, no." Quinn breathed out as an immediate response. That had felt better than anything Finn had ever done to her. Rachel and Quinn shared a smile before attached their lips together in a heated kiss.

Rachel's kisses started going south, kissing the side of Quinn's mouth, down to her jaw, right on her pulse point. Rachel took a second to suck and kiss that spot, sure to mark it. Rachel moved further down, taking a hard nipple in her mouth and sucking on it for a moment. Quinn drew in a short, quick breath at the contact and threw her head back. Rachel continued her journey once more placing a trail of kisses down to her naval. She placed one sucking kiss on her bellybutton before continuing.

Rachel bypassed Quinn's middle and went straight for the inner-thigh, kissing and biting as she began to ascend, slowly to the point of madness. Quinn looked down to Rachel briefly. Oh, she was going there. Quinn laid her head back on the bed and looked around. Holy crap, Rachel was going to do it. She was actually going to go to the motherlands, and Quinn was more thank likely to enjoy it. Rachel reached her left hand upward and grabbed Quinn's hand entwining them together.

Rachel lowered her head and placed a soft kiss on Quinn's clitoris. Quinn tensed up feeling and squeezed Rachel's hand gently. Rachel placed another kiss there and moved to Quinn's lips, she stuck her tongue out and raked along them, from the bottom up. Quinn moaned and on instinct grabbed Rachel's head with her free hand, positioning her just where she wanted. Within a few moments the girls had found a rhythm with Quinn's hand on Rachel's head guiding her as the brunette used her tongue to pleasure the cheerleader. Before Quinn knew it her hips bucked and she arched her back high, feeling an explosion in her body. She could have sworn she saw fireworks.

Rachel, kissed back up Quinn's body slowly and settled beside her, placing a final kiss on the blond's cheek. Quinn's ragged breath began to slow down and she turned to look at Rachel. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol talking in her brain but Rachel looked so beautiful at that moment. Quinn turned to her side, facing Rachel and kissed her, continuing what they had started.


---

The next morning Quinn woke up due to the sunlight coming in through the blinds. She rubbed her head that pounding and looked around. The First thing she noticed was that she was naked, that should could deal with fine. The second thing she wasn't ready for. She looked to her left and saw Rachel Berry sleeping, naked right beside her. Quinn jumped up and stared in disbelief. Within record time, she got together whatever clothes she could and escaped from the room. She walked down the hall just in time to see Puck walk out of the bathroom, toothbrush, in mouth.

"You say a word about this Mohawk boy, and you're done." Was all she said and walked passed him, down the stairs and to her house.
Puck stood there, confused and titled his head. He heard a yawn and turned around. A groggy Rachel Berry with a sheet wrapped around her body walked out into the hallway. His eyes widened. His number one wet dream had come true and he missed it.

---

The month following what happened between Quinn and Rachel remained normal, for Rachel at least. Quinn fought constant mood swings and fought with Finn all the time leading to her dumping him in the cafeteria in front of everyone. Quinn barely felt and remorse for the break up. She told herself he was becoming too clingy for her liking.

Glee carried on as usual, Rachel and Finn sung all of the solo's making everyone sick because they were always so 'fluffy' with each other. It almost could make Quinn throw up.

Puck had kept to what Quinn said and didn't tell a soul, only on the sole cause that he wasn't even sure what had happened the previous night, but it didn't stop him from casually asking Quinn with a wink.

After that night, and the following weeks after changed Quinn. Mood swings, odd craving, and even a constant nausea filled her body. She blamed it on the stress of school for the first week. Then paranoia filled her mind. She couldn't be right? There was no possible way, no man has ever come near Quinn like that trying to plant a seed, so why would she even think that? However, when her period hadn't shown up and she was late, Quinn worried even more.

She drove her car to another small town and went into a grocery store incognito. She bought a pregnancy test and as the cashier was ringing it up he gave her a creepy smile. Never in her life had Quinn ran so fast to her car. She drove back to her house and locked herself in her bathroom. After five minutes Quinn stared at the stick that clearly had 'pregnant' on it. Quinn, in disbelief took the other one that was in the package, and once more after five minutes it read 'pregnant'.

"What the hell?!"
 
 
uhhuhloren
What is your favorite John Lennon song, and why?

It's gotta be 'Imagine' and only because I know how to play it on the piano and I sing it with my brother.
 
 
uhhuhloren
09 October 2010 @ 07:17 pm
So I think I'm pretty much due for one of these. 

I haven't gone on ONE single rant for at least six months but now? Oh yes I need a rant. 

Number One?

Why am I caring? It's not like I ever had a single 'get to know you' conversation with you. No of course not. 

Number Two? 

Why did I even think that something would ever happen? You NEVER even looked my way. I guess my denial just told me that you were playing hard to get. 

Number Three? 

I don't know you. How the hell can I like you if I don't know a single thing about you?! HA! 

Number Four?  

You made me realize something after you left the club with someone else. On our way back home, I couldn't help but say that I needed to make up the night to someone else because I felt like I ruined their night and then it dawned on me. I kinda/sorta like them. The best part? I actually KNOW THEM. 

Ah... I feel... actually I feel worse :\ and better at the same time. 

Off to write angst. 

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Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
 
 
uhhuhloren
24 August 2010 @ 09:40 pm
Title: Repressed 2/?
Author: uhhuhloren  
Parings: Quinn/Rachel, Puck/kurt, Brittany/Santana, Quinn/Finn (briefly)
Rating: Pg-13, R just in case because y’know brief gay bashing n’such
Spoilers: All episodes aired just to be safe.
Summary: Quinn and Puck both harbor repressed feelings and have trouble dealing. AU

It didn’t take very long for Quinn to hear about Puck’s party. Actually after first period, Finn Hudson appeared by her locker with a goofy grin on his face. Quinn smiled warmly at him and leaned against her locker.

“Hey, are you going to Puck’s party?” Finn asked. Quinn raised an eyebrow. Puck was having a party? Oh well. She nodded with a shrug and handed Finn her books which he gladly accepted.

“What’s the occasion this time?” She asked in a bored tone and started walking down the hall. Finn shrugged.

“I dunno, he told me first period that he’s having a party. I figured it’d be some fun. He wants us both to go.” Quinn shrugged.

“I guess…” Quinn trailed off. She stopped outside of a classroom and grabbed her books from Finn. “See you after AP World?” Finn nodded dumbly.

“Of course,” He said and leaned down, kissing her on the cheek and then started jogging to his next class which was of course, across the school.

Quinn watched him as he drew out of sight from her. Finn Hudson was the boy you brought home to your parents, the kind of boy that parents adored. The kind of boy you grew up and married. But, he was the wrong boy for Quinn Fabray.

Quinn couldn’t possibly make her mind think she wasn’t gay by dating Finn. He was too pure, too typical to use. No, Quinn needed to find someone. Someone who could prove to the world, and herself that she wasn’t gay.

Puck passed by her, winking as he did. Quinn scoffed and watched him as he passed her. Wait. It was perfect; Puck, resident asshole and womanizer. Quinn needed Puck to cleanse her of every impure thought she held and damn it, she was going to make it happen.

--o--

Puck smiled to himself as he passed by Quinn. It was going to be all too easy. He made his way down the hall towards, wait. What did he have? Math, right, hot MILF teacher taught it. He walked in just as the bell rung and sat down in his normal seat, in the right corner, next to the window.

Puck didn’t bother bringing any books, it wasn’t like he’d take the notes anyway. No, his days consisted of staring at the teacher’s ass while he distracted himself of other thoughts. Puck tapped his pencil on his desk while staring at the teacher until a crumbled up piece of paper flew onto his desk. He eyed it for a moment then looked around the class. Everyone was else was paying attention to the teacher. He opened the paper up quietly and read just one word.

Why?

Hummel. Puck rolled his eyes and threw the paper to the ground and turned back to the teacher. Another piece of paper flew onto his desk and Puck rolled his eyes again.

Why?

Same question.

What do you mean Hummel?

Puck threw the paper back to Kurt, hitting him on the back of the head. It didn’t take long for the paper to return to Puck.

You know what, Noah, this morning.

Puck stared at the paper. Anger rose in his body, all he wanted was to forget what happened that morning. He regretted his decision now because Kurt had to confront him about it. He looked up from the paper. Kurt was looking back at him with a face mixed of confusion and concern. Puck gritted his teeth, there was only one student blocking Puck from grabbing the boy and just… Puck stopped and took a deep breath. He wouldn’t do anything.

Conveniently the bell rung and Puck wasted no time grabbed his backpack, trying to exit before anyone else could. As he passed Kurt, Puck felt a moisturized and soft hand on his arm. He turned back, seeing Kurt look at him with concern. Puck’s face softened and a small tear dropped from his eye.

“Puck-” Before Kurt could say anymore, Puck ripped himself away and walked out of the classroom.

“Keep it together Puckerman.” Puck scolded himself softly. He looked across the flooded hallway and saw Karofsky with a slushie heading towards Rachel Berry. Puck rushed over to Karofsky and pushed him back. “Mine.” He almost growled out and snatched the slushie form Karofsky’s hands and marched towards Rachel. He didn’t even stop as he practically flung the cup at Rachel. Hopefully, that would hold him.
--o--

Quinn almost visibly flinched when she saw the cherry slushie land on Rachel. Thankfully Santana and Brittany weren’t there to catch it or she’d be given hell. She watched as Rachel’s eyes bubbled with tears and small cherry slushie specks before turning on her heel and running down towards the nearest bathroom.

“Hey, you ready to go?” Quinn turned around and looked up seeing Finn stare down at her with his brown puppy eyes. It made her stomach churn.

“Actually can you go to class and tell Schuester I have a bathroom emergency?” Quinn asked with a small smile as he handed Finn her textbooks but kept her bag with her. With a dopey smile, Finn nodded and left going in the opposite direction.

Quinn sighed and took a deep breath before walking in the direction Rachel had ran off in. She walked, following the dripping cherry trail before stopping right in front of the closed bathroom door. The handle was stained in red. Quinn frowned slightly and opened the door as silently as she could. Rachel came into view as she was crying silently and wiping her face with a paper towel.

Quinn’s heart sank as she stared at Rachel. There was so much guilt in her body, it killed her. With one stupid and easy notion she could stop it for the girl. Just tell the jocks to back off, and they would because she ruled the schools. Right at the end of the student handbook was an invisible page that Quinn established early on in her high school career.

It was HER rules, and everyone followed them.

Quinn took a step forward toward the crying girl and her sneaker let out a squeak on the wet floor. Quinn froze. Rachel went wide eyed and turned to the door, to Quinn.

“Quinn, don’t tell me you brought another one…” Rachel said with an exhausted tone as she looked over at the blond cheerleader. Quinn didn’t say anything. “What do you want Quinn, did you come to sneer and make me feel worse?” Quinn still didn’t say anything but she moved forward earning a flinch from Rachel. Quinn shook her head.

“I… do you have any other clothes, Berry?” Quinn asked coldly, putting on her best game face. Rachel narrowed her eyes for a moment before shaking her head.

“No these were the spare. Don’t you remember, I got slushied before first period?” Rachel said evenly. All Quinn did was nod.

“Sixteen, twenty eight, four,” Quinn said. Rachel looked at Quinn confusedly and Quinn rolled her eyes. “It’s my spare gym locker. It has clothes in it. The jeans may be too big but… just. A46. That’s the locker number. Take them or don’t.” Quinn said quickly and then turned away to walk out.

“Quinn, than-”

“Don’t Man Hands.” Quinn said while turning her face back. “Because I definitely don’t deserve it,” She finished with a whisper before leaving the bathroom.
--o--

Puck stared at the clock above the doorway outside of his classroom. What did he have? To hell with it, he didn’t care. His pencil was the only noise going on as it hit the desk quick and repeatedly. Why wouldn’t the bell just ring already? He needed out.

“Noah… Noah… Noah!” Puck broke out of his entranced state to glare at Kurt. “Could you possibly tap that pencil louder so we can all go insane?” Puck rolled his eyes at Kurt’s sarcasm and stopped, retracting his pencil and snapping it in half. Kurt wasn’t so impressed. “I swear I can’t figure you out. You go through years or torturing me and then today, you’re full of regret? And then you cry?”

“Shut the hell up, Hummel.” Puck said through gritted teeth and turned away from Kurt and stared at the clock again.

“You can’t avoid this, Noah. Something is going on with you.” Kurt said with a huff.

“Whatever you ‘think’ is going on, bury it.” Puck said and stood up, just as he did the bell rung. He grabbed his backpack pushed past the rest of the students. Unfortunately Kurt was hot on his tail and caught up with Puck, falling into step with him.

“I’m not giving this up. I saw the tears Noah.” Kurt wouldn’t stop and it killed Puck. He couldn’t, no he just wouldn’t. He wouldn’t let it get to him. Puck twisted around and pulled Kurt into a scarcely populated hallway.

“Hum- Kurt. Stop,” Puck said without anger, without anything except for tiredness. “Just please… Please don’t make me regret what I did this morning.” Puck took in a breath and closed his eyes for a moment. “I’ll get them to stop. I’ll get them all to stop, just… just leave me alone. Stay away from me.” It was a moment of shear weakness. Puck knew it and Kurt could see it. Puck shook his head and backed away, leaving Kurt in the hallway.

Oh Puck just couldn't wait for the party now.


 
 
Current Mood: Super Special Awesome
 
 
uhhuhloren
06 July 2010 @ 10:22 pm
Title: Repressed 1/?
Author: uhhuhloren 
Parings: Quinn/Rachel, Puck/kurt, Brittany/Santana, Quinn/Finn (briefly)
Rating: Pg-13, R just in case because y’know brief gay bashing n’such
Spoilers: All episodes aired just to be safe.
Summary: Quinn and Puck both harbor repressed feelings and have trouble dealing. AU




Quinn stared blankly at herself through her bathroom mirror. Only it wasn’t completely blankly. Her greenish-brown eyes were darker than usual and narrowed as she looked through the mirror.

Anger was boiling inside of her as hundreds of thousands of thoughts plagued her mind, al filled of self loathing and hatred for anything and everything. Sin, abomination, disappointment, shame to the family.

Her breath went from steady and light to shallow and labored as her nostrils began to flare. Quinn let a maniacal scowl cross her face for a brief moment before she slammed both of her palms on the mirror and let out a frustrated scream.

“You disgust me.”
--o--

Puck slipped out of some cougar’s shower with a smirk plastered on his face. He grabbed the towel that had ‘His’ embroidered on in script and wrapped it around his waist. He searched around the cabinet’s before finding some deodorant and body spray. It’s not like the Mr. of the household would ever know.

He started to whistle a tune, Motley Crue, girls, girls, girls as he waited for the mirror to defog. When it did, Puck went to ‘borrow’ a tooth brush but froze when he saw his reflection.

Puck dropped the deodorant into the sink and stared at himself. His lips parted as his breathing began to grow deeper and heavier. His eyes started to glisten and almost, almost a tear dropped. Thought’s of his father, scolding him, kicking him in the gut when Puck was down, telling him to man up because his son would not be a fag ran through his head.

Fear, because he knew. No matter how many women Puck slept with, he would be that, a fag. Fear, was what was written on Puck’s face.

--o--

When Quinn pulled up to McKinley High school she paused and looked into her rearview mirror and gave herself a glare, as a warning look. Behave Fabray. She stepped out of her car and slammed the door, making her way over to Santana and Brittany who always, waited for her next to the flag pole. Quinn rolled her eyes when she saw her best friends. Brittany was standing behind Santana, playing with her pony tail like a cat does with a ball of yarn and just when Santana thought no one was paying attention, she’d close her eyes and take in a deep breath. Disgusting. Could the two be more obvious?

Quinn gave them a look, and then smiled. Santana and Brittany copied her and each went to her side, Santana on the left, Brittany on the right. And that’s how they walked into school. The Queen and her court. When the trio entered the school one of Karofsky’s goons was waiting for her, grape slushie in hand. Quinn smirked. Her eyes scanned the halls before falling on Rachel Berry.

Quinn looked at the girl for a moment, she was huddled at her locker, staring at her books before pulling out a text book and two binders. Her brown hair was down and slightly curled at the bottom, argyle skirt that was way too short to be innocent, knee high socks, mary-janes, and a sweater. On any other day Quinn would just sneer but it wasn’t any other day. And this wasn’t any other person, this was Rachel Berry.

The one person Quinn loved and hated all at the same time. The person that made Quinn stare at herself every morning in disgust, the person that Quinn wanted to be with more than anything.

Quinn mentally slapped herself and looked to the mindless Jock she nodded then looked to Rachel Berry. Quinn watched closely as the Jock walked in Rachel’s direction and poured the slushie on her and kept walking as he laughed. Quinn studied Rachel as she licked her lips and wiped the slushie from her eyes. There were tear’s forming. But then there was something different.

Rachel looked directly at Quinn, pain evident in her eyes. Quinn froze and for a moment couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. And then Santana’s laughter broke her out of it and Quinn sneered and let out a cold chuckle, but in her eyes she was in pain, and she knew Rachel saw it because Rachel’s face softened and she briskly walked away.

That could be her. Quinn knew it. At McKinley if you were different, you were tormented. She could be in Rachel Berry’s shoes, getting slushied, all because she was different. And it disgusted her.

--o--

When Puck stepped out of his car he heard a loud whistle. His head snapped to Karofsky and a small group of five Jock’s. He smirked and walked his way over. Karofsky laughed and pointed behind him and then stepped away.

Kurt Hummel. Resident fag. Only that hadn’t been clarified, not that it needed to be anyway.

“All yours Puckasaurus.” Karofsky said then laughed louder, only this time it sounded like a dog barking. Puck nodded and slapped Karofsky before making his way to Kurt.

He was taller than Hummel, much taller so he towered over him. He saw the far evident in Kurt’s eyes. But at that moment, Puck didn’t care. When he was in this mode, he was his father, and anyone else was him. Puck looked around for a moment, then nonchalantly punched Kurt in the gut causing the sorter boy to double over and fall to his knees.

“Eager to be on your knees huh, Hummel?” Puck asked and picked the boy up. No matter what he couldn’t bring himself to say ‘fag’. He lifted Kurt up and in one single swoop threw the boy into the dumpster. All of the Jock’s laughed but Puck stayed silent, only a smirk on his face.

“Good one Puck, come on.” Karofsky said. Puck turned to him and shook his head.

“I’ll be in, in a minute. Go… ditch or something.” Puck said in a bored tone. Karofsky and his goons shrugged but left without question. Puck waited for them to leave before peering over into the dumpster and looking at Kurt.

Kurt’s eyes were closed, clearly trying to block tears. His eyes opened once he felt someone looking at him. On instinct of seeing Puck, Kurt backed away in the dumpster. Puck froze looking at Kurt.

It was the same looked he used to give his father when he beat him. Puck’s face changed, it was insecure, humbled, scared. Puck opened and closed his mouth a few times and then he did something different. He reached into the dumpster and pulling Kurt out with one arm. Kurt stumbled and backed away from Puck almost immediately.

He picked up Kurt’s Gucci backpack and handed it to him gently. “I…I…” Puck stopped and an angered face replaced his face. He looked at Kurt for a moment longer than turned around, shoving his hands in his pockets and walked away, towards the school ignoring Kurt calling out to him.

Puck needed to get back into the game. No more of this homo business. He stopped in front of the school and an idea popped into his head. He needed a party, he needed to get wasted and fuck someone, someone who was the epitome of straight. He needed to fuck Quinn Fabray.