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storypaint) wrote2009-10-09 11:36 pm
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Focus (Rachel/Quinn)
Title: Focus
Fandom: Glee
Length: 295
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31_days: 8 Oct 09 // I don't know one joke; comment_fic: Glee, Rachel/Quinn, "she wears short skirts, I wear tee shirts; she's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers."
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Other: n/a
Excerpt: She was Rachel Berry, queen of sudden slushy attacks, whereas Quinn was queen of the Cheerios and Celibacy Club. And any high-school girl who could make Celibacy Club cool had something that might be even stronger than Rachel's will.
Rachel didn't know any jokes. Well, that was a lie, she had one, the one about the choir director and the enthusiastic baritone, but after Sandy left she retired it. It just hit too close to home.
She was serious. She was focused. There was no room for messy things like Finn, or like... or like Quinn Fabray, with her perfect hair and evil smile. So she told no one about her crush on Quinn, which was a lost cause if she'd ever sung about one. And she wouldn't be more of a joke than she was. She could imagine the headlines now. It would only be expected of the girl with two fathers, they would say, and that would just be the beginning.
She was Rachel Berry, queen of sudden slushy attacks, whereas Quinn was queen of the Cheerios and Celibacy Club. And any high-school girl who could make Celibacy Club cool had something that might be even stronger than Rachel's will. Popularity, that nebulous force that ruled high school, rested in Quinn's hands.
And Quinn squeezed. She would continue squeezing until she stole Finn back (and Finn, Finn, he was a great guy but he wouldn't last in more ways than one).
Rachel went to the games anyway, watched Kurt dance and Finn sweat and Quinn's skirt fly up, but she wasn't going to give up.
Music would last longer than any of them. Music was forever. She would be the star.
And then maybe she could turn Quinn down, just for the novelty. Then they could have a glorious, tearful reunion, and someone would buy television rights, and she'd never get blueberry ice to the face again.
So Rachel sang and waited for her chance.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 295
Prompt:
31_days: 8 Oct 09 // I don't know one joke; comment_fic: Glee, Rachel/Quinn, "she wears short skirts, I wear tee shirts; she's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers."Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Other: n/a
Excerpt: She was Rachel Berry, queen of sudden slushy attacks, whereas Quinn was queen of the Cheerios and Celibacy Club. And any high-school girl who could make Celibacy Club cool had something that might be even stronger than Rachel's will.
Rachel didn't know any jokes. Well, that was a lie, she had one, the one about the choir director and the enthusiastic baritone, but after Sandy left she retired it. It just hit too close to home.
She was serious. She was focused. There was no room for messy things like Finn, or like... or like Quinn Fabray, with her perfect hair and evil smile. So she told no one about her crush on Quinn, which was a lost cause if she'd ever sung about one. And she wouldn't be more of a joke than she was. She could imagine the headlines now. It would only be expected of the girl with two fathers, they would say, and that would just be the beginning.
She was Rachel Berry, queen of sudden slushy attacks, whereas Quinn was queen of the Cheerios and Celibacy Club. And any high-school girl who could make Celibacy Club cool had something that might be even stronger than Rachel's will. Popularity, that nebulous force that ruled high school, rested in Quinn's hands.
And Quinn squeezed. She would continue squeezing until she stole Finn back (and Finn, Finn, he was a great guy but he wouldn't last in more ways than one).
Rachel went to the games anyway, watched Kurt dance and Finn sweat and Quinn's skirt fly up, but she wasn't going to give up.
Music would last longer than any of them. Music was forever. She would be the star.
And then maybe she could turn Quinn down, just for the novelty. Then they could have a glorious, tearful reunion, and someone would buy television rights, and she'd never get blueberry ice to the face again.
So Rachel sang and waited for her chance.