A/N: This is Quinn(Glee) and Bella(Twilight) pairing story.
I think Dianna Agron(Quinn) and Kristen Stewart(Bella) both have great chemistry with women; and so I thought, why not put those two together? So…this is the result of it.
Quinn's from Glee season3, just came back from pink hair to blonde, and she decide to give up on the idea of getting Beth back. But this decision made her so sad and empty that one day she took the midnight train that goes anywhere and unexpectedly reached to Forks where she met un-human Bella. Bella is a vampire and Edward is the one who changed her. They never had Renesme and their marriage was slowly falling apart when she found a certain blonde unconsciously lie in Forks' woods.
This story is kind of A.U. 'cause my memories of Twilight and Glee are a little bit too much foggy.
Oh, and I don't own Glee or Twilight or any of their characters. I just own my mistakes.
I hope you enjoy this story.
As the hesitant dawn slowly approaching, Quinn shuddered. She did not take her thick wool jacket with her and it's not that she didn't have time to pack that. It's just she really didn't even think about the climate of this city. Well, actually she didn't think about where she would stop. She just took off after her little encounter with her drunk mother.
It's not new or surprise to her. Her mother drank, had been drinking, and will be drinking. It's just a tiny push to push her off cliff. A needle that popped the already tremendously expanded balloon. Who blew that balloon to that point is the main reason of her flight. The one and only annoyingly talented diva, Rachel Berry. Once her north star that guide her through the night whenever her parents, so called friends, or her insecurities set darkness around her, is now lost its glow. Or it didn't. Maybe it's still shining, pointing a direction but that's not the right destination for you anymore.
Like, a week ago, Rachel Berry came to your house and demanded you to return to glee and dye your hair back to blonde and accept her request to become your friend. In one breathe. Like, Quinn would ever go back to her old sundress clad Christian girl self. She's so tired of that façade. It's not like she wanted to be that perfect cheerleader girl. She's expected to be since she's in her mother's womb. Or knowing her father, even before that. So she had been carrying the eighteen year-old burden on her shoulder. And when she's finally free herself from that yoke, a certain brunette marched her way to her, while didn't forget to stomp her foot in every two steps, and call her a coward who hide from her problems behind the pink hair punk look. And she also said that Quinn should grow a pair(though not literally) and face her problems with her head held high and right. And that head should be colored yellow.
Rachel was always a caring, understanding person. So it disappointed Quinn a little that even a so open minded and mature(when she's not throwing a dive tantrum) person like Rachel didn't understand her. Her punky look was not her running away from her matters. It's her muster up her courage and tried to be brave. Going back to blonde was the surrender to her problems. Not the other way around. Why couldn't she understand that?
And Santana and Brittany had to too busy with each other to care about her when she needed them. Quinn didn't expect that much from the beginning but it actually hurt when one of her anxiety became real. Even though she foreseen it.
Oh, and this defeated feeling of losing someone for the second time. She felt shame of herself planned to put Shelby in a bad light and endanger her… no, the baby's future. And because of that little evil scheme that failed before it even started, thanks to Rachel, she lost her chance of seeing the baby again. It's not that Shelby knew about her plan and forbid her from seeing her. It's because Quinn herself, could not let herself, the possible danger and bad influence, near the baby.
Though it's her decision and her fault that she could not see the baby forever, it didn't mean she's not sad about it. No, sad is not enough. Devastated. Wracked. Those would be more accurate. And her baby…no not her baby, but…oh, whatever. Nobody could hear her thoughts and it's not like she would break in to Shelby's house and kidnap the baby and claim the infant as hers. At least not again.
Without the hope to hold her baby or one day in near future she would meet teenager Beth and apologize to her for not keeping her and explain how she couldn't ruin her baby's future and it would definitely ruin her future if she were to grow up in the Fabray household; it didn't mean she did not love her. No, her love for Beth is the reason why she had to give up on her. To let Shelby take her.
But she would never know that. Quinn's future with Beth was completely eliminated along with her tiny little flame of passion for live that dying slowly in the pile of ash. Oh, and now, where was she? With no one around her, in the woods of the unfamiliar city, shuddering from the chilling night air.
Maybe she deserved this. In the morning, her mother would be too drunk to notice her absence but when school hour comes, Rachel would definitely know. It would probably bother her at first and she would wonder where Quinn was and why she didn't come to school.
And in the evening, her mother might be sober up a little to prepare herself and Quinn a dinner. She would finish that up in about thirty minutes and call her to come downstairs and eat dinner with her. But Quinn would not come down. And that might be make her mother wondering why she didn't even answer her. She'd want to scold her a little or something, and climb up the stairs for first time in like months as she sway a little and knock her door three times like she used to do when Quinn's little and Judy's not an alcoholic. There'd be no answer. No sound. And when her mother finally opened the door, there'd be no daughter too. She'd shock at first, but she'd guess her daughter is probably at friend's house or something, close the door, climb down the stairs, again with a little swaying, and eat her dinner with a glass of wine that leads to a whole bottle.
Two or three days, they would be worried. But as time pass by, they'd forget her and move on to their lives. They will be better off without her. She's the one who made Rachel's life a living hell and burden to a single mother who recently suffer the divorce to a nearly twenty years of her marriage. Oh, and their divorce is her fault too. Her mother would have more money to drink. She loved her liquor more than her daughter already. Rachel would be happy without her tormenter and reminder of those awful bullied past. She wouldn't have to pretend to worry about her anymore. And Shelby could no longer worry about a broken teenager stealing Beth from her, ever.
Quinn shivered. Was it due to the cold or her depressing thoughts, she did not know.
When she get off from her train at 1a.m. she couldn't check in to a hotel because she didn't have enough money, and she didn't know anyone or anyplace in this city, Forks, so she just let her feet took her somewhere and that somewhere is here, some clearing in the deep woods surrounded by some flowers she didn't recognize due to the lack of light.
Shuddering made her already tired body feel more heavy. And because she didn't eat anything since breakfast(she's too upset how she lost only one thing she hadn't mess up, to force some food into her throat), hunger combined with the former feeling and the black out like dreamless sleep came over her.
Deep inside the woods, soft rustling sounds can be heard as a tall, lean and shadowy creature gracefully half flying through the trees. Her chestnut brown hair gently fell behind her shoulders and her deep honey golden eyes shined in the dimly lit moonlight. As she slowly pulled stop near the clearing, her eyes cut through the every grass and fallen leaves that heavily curtained with chilly darkness like a sharp blaze. Yes, she's out there hunting.
Though she was not that thirsty, she had to get out of the house. It's smothering her. Not the house; the atmosphere in it. Questioning, almost accusing eyes of Edward and not that well masked disappointment on his family's faces were hard to ignore. They just kept silently asking her. Why don't you love him back? Is that at least you can do for him? He made you immortal after all, didn't he?
But she couldn't love him that way. Of course she'd tried. All those years since she knew him, she'd been trying so hard to like him. It's what he expected of her. It's what she expected of herself.
At first, she thought she love him. Who wouldn't? He's gorgeous and every living being with eyes can confirm that. Oh, and he's vampire, too. Cool, right? And he treated her like she's some china doll princess from the Wizard of Oz. Every girl in Forks, especially Jessica, wanted to be with him and she's lucky to have him.
But every pros of him can also be the cons of him. He's gorgeous but he did not make her feel gorgeous. She was always conscious about herself around him. Did she have a pimple on her chin today? Was she too plain for him? If he knew about this, he never showed it. Or he hadn't notice it at all. Did he even care? He's like some Greek sculpture looking fabulous by itself. Only himself.
And she hated when he treat her like a fragile little thing. So, she always hated him about it. Some might say he's treating her like a princess, but she would say, he's treating her like a one-year-old baby. Like, she can't do anything on her own. Compared to him, she's always young, naïve, doesn't know what's good for her and someone to be saved. She loathed it. She's not some bony flower in his garden. He shouldn't water her or fertilized her or pick insects. She can feed herself and protect herself. She may not live forever, but she couldn't live a life like that for one second. And also, she's not even a mortal now. But Eddie-boy kept annoying her. Pressed her. He didn't like the fact that he cannot manipulate her anymore.
It's only the other Cullen family members that kept her inside their house, and delayed the divorce. Especially Alice. She's just so happy for them being together, she's a bundle of joy at their wedding day. And she couldn't say to that joyous pixie face that she didn't love him and she thought this marriage is probably a mistake.
But as time went by, more fighting and less affection proved that her thought was right. Their marriage was a mistake because they didn't love each other. Or, it's just her. She's not so sure about Edward. After all, he's the one who read the others' minds; not her. It didn't mean that he can read her mind though.
So either of them can read the other, she concluded. Maybe that's why they always fight. They simply don't know each other like husband and wife should. But she very much doubted that things would be different if one of them could read the other's thought.
She sighed. She just had a fight with Edward before she went out. The reason of that fight was not that important at all. Edward, as always, brooded all day and all of a sudden, he told her about how he's sorry that she became a monster like himself and how very unholy the monster is, how unholy he is, and how he had been wanted to save her, blah blah blah. It's so lame and she already heard of it like three million times. She was so sick of it, and expressed her opinion. And of course he didn't like his doll to talk back, but she's not a doll, so they fought.
And now here she was, wondering through the woods, sad and alone. And there's no sign of a deer at all. It's just her and a hell lot of a trees and rocks and leaves and….
She stopped her inner monologue. In front of her, there was a large lump thing. It almost looked like a person lying flat on the ground. But why a person would lie on the ground? At the time like this? It's not a serial killer or a homeless man, was it?
As she step closer to the form, she couldn't help but gasped. It's not just a person, it's a girl. A thin, pale, unconscious looking girl. She hurried to the girl.
The first thought came to her when she crouched down above the girl, is beautiful. Although it's a bit dark, but the girl's beauty shone with whatever light that moon provided. Then she noticed how cold the girl was. She's just as cold herself. And the unconscious beauty's lips looked sort of blue, too. Bella hurriedly shrugged off her black coat and draped it over the girl. It hanged her body perfectly.
She lifted the girl's limp body with ease. It's one of a perks being a vampire, she mused. Then she carried the girl bride style to the opposite direction of the Cullen house. She was heading to the cabin Esme built for her as her wedding gift. Only she, and Esme had a key to the cabin. So this girl would safe from Edward, though she didn't know why she was concerned about her being seen by him, she did not linger to that. She had a task to do. A person to take care of.
Now, the heat was on and the girl is safely tucked under several thick blankets. Her lips are not as blue as before, and she did not shiver that much too. And due to her facial expression, she looked like she's sleeping soundly.
And now I wait, thought Bella. She sat down near the bed where the girl lying before she did as she thought till the sun came up with lots of questions and excitement.
Thank you so much for reading! English is not my first language, so this one have lots of grammar and spelling mistakes. Especially tense is so confusing almost all the time. Anyway, thank you. I know it's not good, but I just wanted to put this out side of my head. I hope you guys all have a great day/night.:)