Faberry week day 6 - Teacher (Quinn) / Student (Rachel)
Quinn visits Rachel in New York for Christmas.
Faberry Week Day 7: Metro North Pass
Faberry Week: Day 7 - Metro North Pass
“And the rest, as they say, is history…”
Faberry Week: (Student/Teacher)- plot from “True Love” Episode 3
Rachel shouldn’t have let it get this far. She knows that. She knew from the start that it was bad, so very bad, for her to get mixed up with a student, but she couldn’t help it. Not really.
And when Quinn shows up at her door, eyes brimming with tears, and lip quivering with nerves, she can’t just leave her standing there, so she ushers her inside.
“Quinn, we shouldn’t- we can’t,” she takes a breath, trying to convince herself as much as she’s trying to convince Quinn. “We can’t do this. It’s, it’s wrong. I’m your teacher.” Rachel gasps out the words, voice shaking and tears slipping down her cheeks.
“I know, I know,” Quinn states, her head bowing in shame. “I know that, but I just- I can’t help it, Miss Berry. I think I…” Quinn halts her confession, and just leans over. Her lips press against Rachel’s, tentative and gentle, and she just wants to do take away the sadness that’s written over Rachel’s features with that simple kiss.
Rachel pulls back, her hand flying up to her mouth in an attempt at stopping the sob that’s threatening to spill from her lips. It’s not use, because it escapes either way, and Quinn’s heart might as well have dropped from her chest and onto the kitchen floor.
But then Rachel removes her hand and just hugs her. She holds her so tightly, without fear of breaking her. Holding her as if trying to keep her as together and unbroken as possible before letting go, inhaling sharply to steel her nerves, and then pushing her mouth back against Quinn’s. With that, she just shuts off the voice in her head that’s telling her it’s wrong, and she just lets herself feel.
“Alright, class, today we’re going to learn about the importance of running scales on a regular basis in order to keep your talent fresh and growing. Before we start, does anyone have any questions on last week’s assignment, or anything else?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a question, Miss Berry,” Damien asks. Rachel looks at him attentively, ready to answer, and his expression turns smug as he asks, “how long have you been screwing Quinn?”
She’s ready to pass out, she’s sure of it. Because, all too suddenly, the air rushes out of her lungs, and everything around her stops. She forces herself to not give anything way in her expression, and tries to ignore the question. “Does anyone have any questions relevant to the course?”
“How long, Miss Berry?”
“How long, huh?” He demands, and she forces herself to not look at Quinn, or she’s sure that she’ll shatter.
“Get out of my classroom, Damien. You’re being rude and I need you to get out. Right now! Go! Get out!” She knows she’s being unprofessional by yelling at a student, but she doesn’t even care. “Go on, out!”
She can feel the stinging tears sliding down her face, and it takes everything in her to not storm out of the classroom. Instead, she turns away from the class to hide her shame.
And Quinn? She sits in the back row of the classroom, her eyes red and teary while she holds back her sobs, and she’s all too aware of the eyes of her peers on her, but she’s not going to run out.
If Rachel isn’t running away, then neither is she.
Faberry/South of Nowhere
Faberry x Warm Bodies
After a zombie epidemic, Q (a highly unusual zombie) encounters Rachel (a human survivor), and rescues her from a zombie attack. Rachel sees that Q is different from the other zombies, and as the two form a special relationship in their struggle for survival, Q becomes increasingly more human - setting off a chain of events that begins to transform the other zombies and maybe even the whole lifeless world.
Faberry Week → Faberry/Up
Faberry week day 5: crossover
faberry week || day 5 → crossover
pokemon → trainers rachel and quinn are both on their way to the pokemon league to fight for the title of pokemon champion. rachel, with her team of normal/water pokemon, and quinn, with her powerhouse fire team, both stand a good shot at the title, but they must battle each other first, to see who goes on to face the elite four.
Faberry Week - Day Four : Nerd!Quinn/Cheerio!Rachel
Rachel is up to something…
» faberry week
⌊ [day three] → beth
They were not the words that she expected to come out of her girlfriend’s mouth, but it was okay. Rachel Berry could handle this. She and Quinn had been together since seventh grade. Three years later, with no breaks at all, they were known as ‘the old married couple’ among their group of friends. The only slip-up in their relationship was a drunken one-night stand Quinn had with some guy at a frat party her sister brought her to, and now they were both dealing with the repercussions of that night. As much as she wanted to rush to her girlfriend’s aid, Rachel didn’t quite know what to do. She was only 15 and the only person she could imagine her future with was pregnant with someone else’s baby. But… Quinn was telling her. The tears were streaming down her girlfriend’s face as the two words had been spoken. She was sorry. Rachel knew that immediately after Quinn remembered it had happened.
“It’s okay… Quinn,” she started, taking the other girl’s hands in her own. “We can do this.”
“Rach, I-I can-” Rachel pressed her index finger against Quinn’s lips.
“Stop. We can do this, okay? I know we’re a little young and-and I know this isn’t my baby, but if you’ll let me… I want to do this with you. I love you.”
The way Quinn simply fell into her arms was the only answer Rachel needed. They were going to be parents.
The easy part was over. Deciding to keep the baby was the simplest decision the two girls had ever had to make. Once Quinn knew that Rachel was on her side, she had the confident to raise their child. Telling their parents, however, wasn’t as foolproof. There was a lot of yelling, plenty of crying, and many attempts at getting the young girls to change their minds. It wasn’t until a sleepless night had passed that the four parents crowded around the teen girls in the living room gave in and accepted what was to come. That night, Quinn slept soundly in Rachel’s bed as the latter watched her girlfriend, her thin hand rested comfortably on her still-flat stomach. For the first time in months, since Quinn told her about the ‘affair,’ Rachel was completely content with her life.
Quinn’s pregnancy was horrible most of the time. She was moody, irritated, and almost always angry with Rachel for every little thing she did wrong. It was a lot to handle, but Rachel knew that all she needed to do was take a few minutes to herself and calm down. It wasn’t Quinn’s fault that the hormones were driving her crazy. The looks and comments at school and through town also didn’t help. There were a few times that the girls almost transferred schools, or even the occasional time Quinn asked her parents to move out of Lima, but Rachel knew they couldn’t run. They had to show everyone that they could do it. They could have their baby and be happy.
Towards the last few months of Quinn’s pregnancy, Rachel found herself working at the local movie theater. It was a terrible job, especially since they only paid her minimum wage, but she picked up every possible shift she could so that they could save money for when the baby arrived. The baby shower that was thrown by the Glee Club provided the girls with most of what they needed outside of the absolute necessities, which Rachel knew they could now afford due to the growing savings account she set up. All they needed now was the beautiful baby girl they already loved so much.
The day of Beth’s birth, Rachel and Quinn were at the mall. Quinn was standing patiently inside of Victoria’s Secret as Rachel humored her by trying on various bikinis. She found herself standing in nothing but bikini bottoms, trying to figure out how she was supposed to put the top on, when she heard Quinn groaning.
It took a few seconds for the words to register in her head, but when they did, Rachel dropped the top on the ground. “Oh God,” she murmured, pulling her shirt on quickly, forgetting her bra. She nearly forgot to take the bikini bottoms off before pulling her skirt on. Grabbing her shoes, Rachel rushed out of the dressing room, shouting apologies at the employees as she dragged Quinn out of the store. As soon as they were in the car, Rachel was running through her mental checklist. Call all grandparents. Check. Make sure Quinn is breathing the way they learned in the lamaze classes. Check. Hold her hand throughout the contractions, no matter how painful. Check.
Thankfully for everyone involved, Quinn wasn’t in labor for long. Elizabeth Berry Fabray was born just seven hours after her mother’s water broke. Rachel spent every second of every day Quinn was in the hospital right by her side. She was all too ready to start her life with the woman she loved and their beautiful baby girl. They had the whole summer to themselves, getting acquainted with motherhood and figuring out how to raise a newborn, especially since their parents wouldn’t help them outside of typical grandparent duties, which apparently only included coddling the baby when the girls were otherwise engaged.
By the time school started up again, the rise in maturity of both Quinn and Rachel was apparent. No longer was Quinn only focused on being head Cheerio, nor was Rachel as selfish when it came to Glee Club. They still enjoyed who they previously were, but they were more interested in being around people who genuinely enjoyed their company. The last two years of high school flew by for them. Between Glee Club competitions, cheerleading competitions, weekly date nights, study groups, and the rest of their time taken up by Beth, before they knew it, they were looking at college acceptance letters. All of their hard work paid off. Rachel got into American Musical and Drama Academy’s musical theatre program and Quinn was accepted to Columbia’s law school. Having settled on where their future would take place, they packed up and headed east to New York.
For the first time since Beth was born, there was no one there to help them. They were completely alone in the day-to-day journey of raising a toddler. The girls quickly found themselves overwhelmed by their responsibilities. It was easy before their freshman year started, but once it did it was all just too much. One night, about two weeks into the semester, Rachel was coming home late from dance practice. From the hallway she could hear the familiar crying of her daughter. She quickly rushed forward, unlocking the door and stepping in, dropping her bags on the floor before re-locking the door. Before she could call out to Quinn, she heard her voice.
When Rachel walked into the living room, she saw Quinn sitting on the floor holding Beth. She wasn’t doing much else but crying and quietly begging her daughter to stop doing the same. The sight pained her. Rachel bit her lip to keep the tears back as she slowly sank to her knees in front of the two most important women in her life.
“Do you want me to take her?” she asked softly.
Instead of answering, Quinn simply shook her head. They stayed like that for a few minutes, the two blondes still crying. Rachel sat with her hands in her lap, not knowing what to do.
“Why is this so hard?”
The question brought her back to reality. Even though it had been difficult during the last few years, nothing seemed as hard as it did now. The reality of raising a baby finally caught up to the two young girls and Rachel hated the thought of Quinn crying with Beth in her lap every time she wasn’t home.
“You know our parents are only a phone call away. My dads would be on the next flight out of Lima, and so would your mother, though I’m not sure about your dad,” she joked, hoping to illicit some sort of laughter from Quinn. “Look, Beth stopped crying. She wants to make you feel better.”
She kept her eyes on Quinn’s face as the latter looked down at their daughter, the small girl staring up at her. The smile on her face contradicted her tear-stained cheeks, but the sentiment was the same. They were doing this all for Beth. It was all worth it.
“I’m sorry, Rachel.”
“No,” she said, quickly. “You think I don’t break down sometimes, too? Sometimes I wonder if we made the right choice, not just for us, but for Beth, too. But I can’t bring myself to say no. I can’t even imagine where we would be if we didn’t have Beth. We need her, Quinn. She’s ours. We’re a family.”
Rachel watched as Quinn finally started to perk up, nodding in agreement as she lightly bounced the now happy toddler in her arms. Quinn raised her head, smiling at her fianceé.
“We can do this.”
Faberry Week: Day 3 - Beth
au: Quinn doesn’t give Beth to adoption. Instead, she and Rachel are Beth’s moms.
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