In an earlier post, I said that I was going to do the Schmoop Bingo about Grey’s Anatomy and I was really planning on that but some things just didn’t work out regarding the prompts that I received. I know that I am cutting close to the deadline but I have changed it all around and I am now working on Glee fics instead and it is as if every prompt I got was meant to be used on Glee. So between yesterday and today I have written five – almost six – standalones (which could also be read in a certain order and workout as a multichapter fic. Schmoop Bingo - Schmoop Bingo @ LJ.com
| memories - part 1 | cuddling in public | cuddling while sick | nurse back to health | playing instrument - part 7 |
| sunscreen | blind date - part 4 | shower together - part 9 | kidfic - bedtime | loveletters - part 2 |
| baking cookies | baby – setting up nursery | WILD CARD | first date - part 5 | bedtime rituals - part 6 |
| secret admirer - part 3 | cuddling - part 8 | pets | first holiday together | anniversary – first |
| wedding | cloud watching | animal rescue | nightmares | proposal – public place |
Title: Everything in me
Author: 
nepeace
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Season 1 kinda but not really
Notes: My first Glee fic
Summary: Femslash! Don’t like, don’t read! – Quinn Fabray looks like the girl she once was on the outside, the head cheerleader. But inside everything is different and confusing. One parter slight AU – more stories will follow in this universe.
Part 1 – Everything in Me
I feel time is coming
And it shows I haven’t been quite the same
I see walls are falling
But my patience’s driving me insane
Quinn Fabray – head cheerleader of McKinley High – strode down the hallway. Her peers made sure that they got out of her way. After all, she was the Queen Bee of the hive. Behind her, Santana and Brittany followed closely. Whenever someone came too close they would make sure that the person in question would be pushed out of the way.
She watched her peers while they scrambled out of her way clearing a path for her – it was a day and night difference from just a few months ago – a smile appeared on her face. She had worked hard to get back to her former self – she’d been devoted to training and getting back in shape. And with each goal she reached, the level of popularity she once had became more and more within her grasp. Her hard work had paid off. She was back on the cheerleading squad – she was even reinstated as the head cheerleader, and her peers feared her once again.
She smiled, though it wasn’t a happy smile – it was merely a facade behind which she kept her real feelings hidden. How could anyone in this school possibly understand how she felt? Everything was so confusing and conflicting. A year and a half ago, all she wanted was to be the head cheerleader, but than her unplanned pregnancy had thrown a kick in the cable and in a split second she had lost everything. Being a carefree teenager – feared and, at the same time, idolized by her peers – she had been in love with the quarter back and they seemed to be the perfect couple. Due to her pregnancy she had lost her parents and a roof above her head – for months she had moved from one friend to another trying to find some stability and security. And then there was the undeniable trauma of childbirth and giving her baby girl up for adoption. And there was no one around who could relate to that – not in the slightest.
On the outside she might look similar to the way she looked a year and a half ago, but on the inside nothing was the same. Being a pregnant teen had made her fall from the top of the pyramid to the bottom and maybe even below that. She had learned that she might have been the Queen Bee at their high school, but the true troopers were the people who were constantly at the bottom – her peers who had suffered by her hand. The people she had kicked down – her fellow Glee club members, amongst others – but in her moment of need they had been there for her. Her parents kicked her out, Finn and his mom took her in only to throw her out and send her off to Puck’s house once the true paternity of her baby came to light. But when push came to shove and life at the Puckermans’ became too hard to deal with, Mercedes – who had nothing to do with the situation at all – had stepped up and invited her into her home. In fact she had not asked Quinn to move into her house as much as told her that she was moving in. While people who had previously acted as if they were her friends had been laughing and talking behind her back and sometimes even in her face, Mercedes had extended her hand in friendship and opened her home to Quinn.
Quinn strode towards her locker – her previous thoughts momentarily pushed to the back of her subconscious – while she focussed on opening the number lock on the red metal locker and opened the metal door. A soft bye and a giggle from Brittany signaled that the other two girls were going home. She watched them with a smile as they proceeded their way down the hallway – pinkies linked and all. Sometimes Quinn just wished that they would drop the act and choose each other instead of making out with any willing boy in the school. She sighed and looked back at the inside of her locker. But then again, who was she to talk!
She must have been rummaging through the contents of her locker for minutes when she noticed someone getting close to her. She looked down and noticed the very distinctive loafers and the tanned legs dressed in knee white socks and a ridiculous looking plaid skirt. None other than Rachel Berry was standing next to her – the only girl who could manage to look completely un-sexy in a ‘school girl’ she managed to do that was a complete mystery to Quinn but she figured that it had something to do with the fact that no sane person dressed that way unless they wanted to be objectified, and Rachel didn’t want that in the slightest. When it came to that, she was a true contradiction – and when she was thinking about the contradictions in Rachel’s behavior, she couldn’t help but think about her own contradictions. Maybe she didn’t wear them so obviously on the outside, but she surely had them.
She held her breathe while she was seemingly still focused on the contents of her locker. She was choosing to ignore the diva for as long as she could – which wouldn’t be that long at all – since the small brunette would make sure that she would be noticed within a few seconds of arriving.
“Hi Quinn, I saw you coming down the hallway and I decided that I would come over and talk to you. We haven’t done that in a while and now that we are friends I think that it is only natural that we talk to each other in a friendly manner.”
The brunette rambled one word after another. Even though the contents of her conversation were already obvious within the first couple of words her way of talking would always be long winded. Quinn slammed her locker shut and turned towards the brunette, she crossed her arms in front of her holding a scrapbook which she had retrieved from her locker close to her chest.
Yes, things had definitely changed; a year and a half ago the brunette would have scrambled out of the way the second Quinn came into view because she knew what was likely to happen if the blond was in a fowl mood. Her life was filled with contradictions and this was one of the biggest yet. Nowadays, however, the little diva wanted to talk to her, be friends with her. And – to be honest – Quinn didn’t mind. Not even a little bit, not even at all.
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