Only The Good Die Young
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, I know. I don't own them. Sue me. Well, don't actually sue me. But you get the point.
Summary: Post-Comeback, Pre-BIOTA. AU starting at the latter episode. Quinn is down in the dumps about her break-up with Sam, and Rachel decides to take her for the week to have some fun. Of course, Quinn is still a pretty reserved Catholic, but with the help of Rachel, can she learn to open her mind—not only about loosening up and having fun—but also about her sexuality? Rated T because I feel it should be. Rating might go up to M in later chapters, but we'll see.
A/N: So, I got the idea for this fic awhile ago, but I didn't actually have the title until today when I was listening to Billy Joel's "Only The Good Die Young". Of course, it's about a carefree guy trying to get a Catholic girl to loosen up, in more ways than one, if you know what I mean. And because I didn't feel like writing a Quick story, and because with Puckleberry Rachel is Jewish, and finally because I love Faberry, this story was born. I've never written for Quinn's character, or for Faberry, however, so please go easy on me. Yeah, Rachel should be easy, but I hope that I write Quinn well enough.
Reviews are love :D
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Rachel stared at Quinn Fabray as she silently stood in the middle of the hallway. She was all alone, as Sam had just left her, and it appeared that she was crying. And it was an interesting day when the former cheerleader was crying, since she was HBIC of McKinley. That of course meant that she made people cry; she didn't actually cry herself. Not that anyone usually saw, anyway.
Curiosity got the best of her, and Rachel found herself moving down the hallway to where the blonde stood, wincing as she lightly tapped her on the shoulder. When Quinn turned around, the brunette could see that she was a mess—her eyes were puffy and red, and her cheeks were flushed and tear-stained.
The diva had never seen Quinn like this before. Well, except for maybe once or twice from afar, but never anything like this. She was slightly taken aback, and shock evaded her as she simply stood there, staring.
"Well?" Quinn snapped, bringing Rachel out of her trance. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. The blonde began tapping her foot, obviously annoyed. She decided to try again.
"What do you want, Manhands?"
This time, Rachel actually managed to speak. "I-I-um, well, I sort of saw you from afar, and-well, I was wondering if-if you might want to-if you might want to t-talk to me about it."
Quinn let out a bitter laugh and smirked in a sadistic manner. "Really, Berry? You honestly think that I'm going to sit with the school outcast and discuss my own problems? That's just sad, and quite frankly, I don't have time for that anyway."
"Well, your schedule should be a lot more cleared up, now that Sam dumped you," Rachel stated bluntly. Almost immediately, anger flashed in the blonde's eyes.
"Manhands, that is none of your business, and it never will be. And if you must know, with Cheerio's and-and Glee club, and such things like that, I have no time for anything regarding you."
Rachel laughed slightly. "Quinn, you and I both know that a) you quit Cheerio's a few weeks ago, and b) Glee club is most certainly not your life. I don't see why you can't just tell me what happened. It's not like I'm going to ridicule you."
Sighing, Quinn said, "Rachel, you already know what happened: Sam dumped me. I don't need to break it down further for you. Now, would you move? I'm going to be late for 8th period."
As she pushed the brunette out of her path and walked away, Rachel sucked in a breath. "Fine, Quinn, you can go. But just know that I'll be waiting if you ever want to talk." With that, she turned and walked the other way, slightly saddened at the blonde's rejection, and walked to 8th period.
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A sharp knocking on Rachel's windowsill jolted her from sleep. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was 2:30 in the morning. She rubbed her eyes, turned on the light, and half-angrily, half-sleepily walked to the window. When she pulled it open, she opened her mouth to rudely explain that whoever the knocker was, they were interrupting her peaceful sleep. That is, until she saw Quinn, huddled on the roof with spots of rain adorning her dress, and she decided to let her in.
"Quinn? What in the world are you doing here? It's two-thirty in the morning!" Rachel hissed as she let the soaked blonde girl in, helping her over the windowpane.
Immediately the former cheerleader began to sob as she sat down on the brunette's bed. The latter dismissed the fact that the bedspread was being ruined and sat down with her. "Quinn, what's wrong?" she asked, her tone soft.
Quinn shook her head. "I-I thought about what you said earlier, you know, about being here if I decided I wanted to talk? Well, I want to talk," she finished determinedly.
"Alright then, Quinn, go ahead and talk to me," Rachel said. "I'm right here. You can say anything you want, and I won't talk unless you want me to."
The blonde sighed as she began to basically pour everything in the contents of her brain and heart out to Rachel. Literally. She talked about Finn, she talked about Sam, she talked about Santana, and she even talked about Rachel a little bit. Throughout the whole thing, the diva didn't say a word; she just listened, nodding when it was necessary and letting Quinn cry on her shoulder when she got a little too emotional about everything. It was about four in the morning when she finished, and she yawned as she fell back on the bed, exhausted.
Rachel swallowed, making a split-second decision. "You know what, Quinn?" she asked the former cheerleader.
Quinn's head snapped up. She had talked so much that she hardly used any words at all. "What?"
"You need to loosen up a bit. Have a little fun; don't worry about all this social status and boy issues. Just let go," Rachel said.
The blonde was puzzled. "Rachel, get real," she said, annoyed. "I can't just 'have a little fun'. I know that someone who's as much of a loser as you might be able to go out and 'let loose', but I can't. I just can't."
Rachel ignored Quinn's 'loser' quip and smiled. "Yes, you can. That is why we're going away, for a whole week. I've already decided where; it'll be tons of fun, and you are going to enjoy yourself."
"Manhands, you don't tell me what to do," the blonde said bitterly. "I'm not going with you."
"Quinn, yes you are. You're so dang uptight all the time."
"But—"
Rachel shook her head. "No 'buts', Quinn. We're going, and that's that. Now call your mom, tell her where you'll be for the next week, and get some sleep. We leave at noon, so be ready."
Quinn sighed, knowing that it was useless arguing with the brunette. "Fine," she snapped. "But I have some questions."
"Shoot."
The blonde bit her lip. "Well, first of all, where are we going, and how long is the car trip? No offense but, I really do not want to be stuck in the same car as you for longer than a few hours."
Rachel paused for a moment, thinking. Finally, she had her answer. "I'm not telling you where we're going. But, I will tell you that the car ride shouldn't be longer than a few hours. Now, did you have any other questions?"
"Yeah. Where'll we be staying?"
Almost immediately, the brunette answered. "We'll be staying in a hotel; probably a Marriott if I can find one. If not, it'll be a Hilton or Holiday Inn. I have to call and make reservations; I'll do that now, if you don't mind. Are you done now?"
Quinn nodded, and Rachel smiled. "Alrighty, then. You go call your mom, and then get some sleep. I'm going to make the hotel reservations, and we can leave later today."
With that, Rachel and Quinn each went their separate ways, one calling their mom and the other making the reservations. Luckily, there was room at a Marriott five miles from their destination, and Rachel didn't hesitate to reserve it for one week. When each girl was done, they got into the brunette's bed and fell asleep almost immediately. They were both excited for the next day, despite the fact that the blonde was particularly nervous.
Because of this excitement, both of the girls failed to realize that they were in bed, together, and it wasn't in the least bit awkward.
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So, how did you like it? I tried to make it as un-OOC as possible for both Rachel and Quinn, and yes, I know that it's slightly unlikely that the latter girl would just go with a random plan to leave for a week, let alone sleep in the same bed as the former. But, that's just the way the story goes. Anyway, the next chapter should be up soon, and it should definitely be much more exciting. Again, reviews are love!