A/N: The chapter titles are parts of famous quotes from classic movies. Try guessing where they come from! I'm looking for the first (or the most famous) movie in which it was mentioned. The first five who can guess five or more will get a minor character named after them in the original novel I'm writing, 'Midnight Magic'!
Full House
Chapter 1- Shaken not stirred
It was a dark and stormy night.
No, wait a minute, scratch that. It wasn't dark, it wasn't stormy and it was the middle of the day for crying out loud. But that was how Rachel felt, sitting all alone on the couch in her rather empty house, just staring at the ceiling. New Directions had just placed twelfth at Nationals. She knew that was something to be proud of. I mean, come on, they were twelfth out of fifty of the top show choirs in the country. But she couldn't help but thinking that if it weren't for her kiss with Finn onstage, they could have placed in the top ten. It was that fact that made her break-up with Finn yet again, when they'd barely even gotten back together.
Well...
What's done is done. There simply was no use brooding about it. But she knew, she knew back then that if she kissed Finn she was going to regret it. So why? Why would she jeopardize her plans of stardom for just one kiss? Looking back on it now, she realized that she was never in love with Finn. Her feelings for him were simply a byproduct of her delusional Broadway-oriented mind that just had to pair her up with the male lead.
There was something else. Something else she was missing here.
She tried to visualize the moments leading up to the kiss. She remembered Finn and her circling around each other. She remembered her emotions building up as she was singing the song, the lyrics touching something within her, but oddly, none of them applying to Finn. She remembered her eyes sliding to the side for a split-second to look past Finn, meeting another pair of eyes that were staring back at her.
Ring. Ring
Eyes that belonged to one of the Gleeks who dared to look over their shoulder even if their back was supposed to be facing the audience.
Ring. Ring.
Eyes that seemed so forlorn and full of loneliness.
Ring. Ring.
Eyes that were hazel.
No.
Rachel sat back up so fast she almost shot off the couch. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Surely her imagination was just running wild again. Only after a she got her head back in order did she notice that the phone was ringing. She hurriedly picked it up.
"Hello, Berry residence, Rachel Berry speaking."
"Miss Berry? This is Sergeant Burton of the Lima Police Department. I'm afraid I have some bad news for you."
Rachel sat back down, all thoughts of Nationals flew from her mind as she heard the terrible news that came next.
At the Fabray residence...
Quinn flopped onto her bed face down and groaned into her pillow. How could she be such a failure when it came to her love life? It was the beginning of summer and once again, she was all alone. She had a plan to get her life back this year, and now she was left with a big pile of nothing. Everybody else's love lives had turned out well this year. Heck, she even saw Sam and Mercedes holding hands over at the Lima Bean the other day. Even her mother had found someone. They'd been going out for a couple of months, though she hadn't met the guy yet. They were going out on a lunch date today, hence, reminding Quinn once again of the awfulness of her current social situation.
One of the windows suddenly flew open and a rush of wind entered Quinn's bedroom. Quinn nearly jumped off her bed in shock. Then simultaneously, all of the windows of the room blew open and curtains started flapping in the face of an unnaturally strong wind.
"Quinnie! Quinnie!" Her mother shouted as she burst through the doorway of Quinn's bedroom. "Hurry! Pack your stuff! There's a tornado coming!"
Quinn's mind reeled at what she heard. What? A tornado? Tornadoes were not an uncommon occurrence in Ohio, but still, Quinn had never heard of one passing their way. Well, her mother seemed serious and the abnormally strong wind ruffling through her bedroom was enough proof for Quinn to believe this piece of news. She hurriedly packed whatever she could into her bags. She knew what she needed to take now, having experienced having to pack her belongings in a hurry before. She quickly threw some clothes into her bags, packed up her laptop, grabbed the rest of her essentials from her dresser and ran downstairs.
The wind seemed to be getting stronger. The curtains of the living room downstairs, were blown off the curtain rail and were now whipping about the room. The whole house was starting to shake. Judy ran up to Quinn and liberated one of her bags from her hands.
"Hurry, Quinn! We don't have much time! It's about to hit! We have to get to the basement quickly! The three of us will be safe there!"
Three? Her mom's date was here? Was she finally going to meet this mystery guy her mom had been hiding away for the past couple of months?
Judy whirled around and rushed through the door that led to their basement. Quinn followed closely after her. They were in such a rush that Quinn misstepped on the bottom step of the staircase and went sprawling on the floor of the basement.
"Quinnie!" Her mom shrieked. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, mom." Quinn groused. "It's just dark down here. Now if someone could please help me up?"
"Here," a familiar voice spoke up from right beside Quinn. "Let me help you up." Wait a minute. Quinn's eyes squinted as she tried to peer through the darkness at the source of that voice. She knew that voice from somewhere. A pair of hands gripped Quinn's shoulder's and helped her to stand. Strong hands. Soft hands. Odd. Suddenly, light flooded the room as Judy lit the gas lamp that was hanging from one of the support columns. Quinn gasped as she saw who the person standing right in front of her was and promptly fainted.
"Told you," Judy Fabray remarked as she wrapped her arms around her lover, whose mouth was still agape, unable to stop staring at the unconscious blonde on the floor. "You owe me fifty bucks."