It’s one of those weekends where Quinn is in the city, camped out in the living room of Kurt, Blaine, and Rachel’s apartment. She lives for these weekends. They order takeout and watch terrible movies.
They don’t reminisce much, not really. They’re all too focused on what’s up ahead.
She’s curled up on the couch next to Rachel, going over some reading for her English Lit class. She can’t spent the whole weekend lazing around with her girlfriend, as much as she would love to.
The door slams.
“Well if that’s what you think,” Kurt calls out, “you can just go!”
“Maybe I will!” Blaine yells back.
“Good!”
“Fine!”
Another slam.
Rachel doesn’t even bother to look up from her book.
“Um, Rach?”
“Yeah Quinn?”
“Should we… check on them? Do something?” Quinn is fond of Kurt and Blaine, and she hates to see them having trouble.
“Nope.”
“What do you mean, no?”
“They do they every few weeks. They like the appeal of having sex after a fight, but they don’t enjoy fighting.”
“So they pretend to fight?”
“Yup.”
“…your roommates are really weird.”
Faberry living together in college
oh, you have no idea.
Would it Kill You? (1/?)
Title: Would it Kill You? (1/?)
Pairings: Faberry and a little bit of Klaine, but they aren’t the focus.
Rating: PG. (This chapter, at least.)
Warnings: None yet.
Sumarry: AU! Faberry, where Rachel is chosen for the Hunger Games and Quinn volunteers in her place.
OK SO I’m quite bored and I want to write something, and I have been wanting to write a Faberry fanfiction or ficlet for a while, but I am lacking in ideas.
If you have any prompts that you wouldn’t mind sharing, I would be so greatful!
rin-says asked: “The moment you knew that a shift had occurred. When you stopped just appreciating Faberry for being what they were, and turned into a rabid-violent-unyielding shipper. Photoset. With explanation.”
Remember that time Quinn and Rachel went to prom in matching pink/blue boy/girl dresses? Remember the time Rachel poured her heart out and the song ended with Quinn watching her over Finn’s shoulder? Remember when Rachel ditched Finn and followed Quinn into the bathroom? Remember when Quinn slapped her all Buffy/Angel? Remember when Rachel did the girly equivalent of sexy wound tending? Remember when Quinn Fabray was the prettiest girl she’d ever seen but a lot more than that too?
REMEMBER THAT TIME RACHEL PICKED OUT THE CORSAGE THAT MADE QUINN SMILE LIKE SHE HADN’T SMILED IN FOREVER?
I had to think long and hard about this ask, because Faberry really was a slow progression for me, and even though I’d always enjoyed their dynamic, the actual shipping, and then the actual scary, bat-wielding, mouth-frothing shipping, kind of snuck up on me.
But I think this was a major turning point for me. Because when you look back it’s sort of when the subtext started rapidly becoming text. It’s sort of when we all realised that Finn Hudson was the useless part of the group when it came to this triangle. At least from where Quinn was standing.
Because it was ALL ABOUT RACHEL. ALL OF IT. The flowers, the flattery, the dance, the rage, the tears, the tenderness. Prom was all about Rachel for Quinn.
Rachel loves Quinn. Quinn loves Rachel like that. This is where that all started for me. And by the time Rachel was pleading with pink-haired Quinn to bring her tremulous alto and her Belinda Carlisle glamour back to Glee and pink-haired Quinn was licking her lips about it? There was no turning back.
Holy Jesus. When I thought about the question for myself, this is the scene I landed on too. The fabathroom… it’s just. Ship of the show, really. And yes to all of the above. Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes.
REMEMBER THAT TIME RACHEL PICKED OUT THE CORSAGE THAT MADE QUINN SMILE LIKE SHE HADN’T SMILED IN FOREVER?
REMEMBER THAT TIME RACHEL PICKED OUT THE CORSAGE THAT MADE QUINN SMILE LIKE SHE HADN’T SMILED IN FOREVER?
REMEMBER THAT TIME RACHEL PICKED OUT THE CORSAGE THAT MADE QUINN SMILE LIKE SHE HADN’T SMILED IN FOREVER?
