This is my second longer fiction for Faberry, it was inspired by the monthly prompt for Faberry Week. Hope you'll enjoy and please leave your thoughts in the form of reviews. Thank you :)
BORN TO DIE
Part 1
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life
Shakespeare. God if she didn't know each word of his works by heart, she had read every poem or tragedy since she was just 10 years old, without waiting to be assigned to the Master Poet for one of her English assignments; when that happened, though, she passed with flying colors without even making too much of an effort. She had Shakespeare's words burned on her heart and his words coursed through her veins, filling her soul with the warmth and the weight of his scripts. But she would have never expected to be the main character of an equally painful love story, never had she thought she'd be dealing with heartaches and tormented choices that would have changed her life forever.
The Beginning
Everything began at a party, she had been invited by the host who happened to be her long time best friend since the crib. Santana Lopez was a tough Latina, born to be in charge and who enjoyed making other people's lives hell, that's why she had become Head Cheerleader once Quinn had given that role up, turning into a punk and rebellious pink haired gorgeous girl. Her family hadn't questioned her lifestyle choice, she was pretty much given anything she desired as long as she kept her loyalty to her family and carried on with the Fabray legacy. Russell and Judy Fabray had built an empire in Lima, becoming one of the wealthiest and most powerful families in Lima and as their only daughter, she was expected to keep on taking care of the family business and, mostly, of the endless rivalry with the equally powerful Berry family.
Since she had dyed her blond hair pink, put a ring on her nose and stopped giving a damn about the school hierarchy and the achievements of popularity, Quinn had focused on herself and let Santana take the leadership, being reassured it'd be in very capable hands. Most of the time between classes was spent under the bleachers, having a smoke while catching up with her newest book without anyone bothering her 'alone' time. She wasn't interested in socializing anymore, nor belonging to the 'crowd' the way she was expected to; that's why, Santana had to almost beg her to join the party she was throwing to celebrate the beginning of the Spring Break of their senior year.
Quinn was just lingering by the pool in the backyard, she had finished her 3rd cigarette for the night and was nursing her beer when her eyes landed on an unfamiliar girl standing by the gazebo; a tall guy had his hands on her waist, tugging her petite closer but by the brunette's stance, she could tell the intimate gesture wasn't welcomed at all. She weighted her options: leave or watch the scene unfold, being ready to step into if needed. She didn't even know the brunette, but the sudden urge to protect her from the gigantic guy was strong enough to make her stay. Her chances to have the upper hand on someone like him weren't many, but she could have still tried and employed one of the moves that Dave, her personal driver and bodyguard, had taught her.
Luckily enough, the brunette seemed capable to hold her own and when the sound of a smack resonated through the air, she couldn't help but smirk in appreciation; the tall guy left in a hurry, kicking one of the pool chair into the water before disappearing inside the crowded mansion. Quinn was left standing there, slightly hiding behind a tree and watching the brunette wipe her eyes angrily before adverting her gaze to the sky, probably giving herself an encouragement talk about not needing a guy like that. She didn't know why she felt the need to come out of the darkness, but her feet just carried her around the pool until she stood behind the other girl who hadn't noticed her, yet.
"It's very clear tonight, huh?" Quinn smiled softly at the sky, something that had always attracted her and where she could find a refuge from the weight of her daily life; her hazelnut eyes stared up into the night sky, unmoving even when a pair of chocolate orbs settled on her puzzled and filled with doubts and questions.
"I gather that you witnessed the whole exchange, must be a new hobby that I wasn't still aware of." The unknown girl shook her head lightly, her arms crossed protectively around her chest and her gaze lingering on the clear water, maybe searching for answers to her unresolved questions.
"I am sorry, it was not my intentions. I stuck around because I honestly didn't feel good about leaving you with someone like him, by the intensity of that kick he must have been angry." The ex-blonde looked at the saddened girl, who could only nod lightly. "I'll leave you alone with your thoughts, I intruded enough."
"I apologize I patronized the backyard with my ex-boyfriend, you had every right to stand there without needing our permission. We should have held the conversation in a more proper environment." The brunette turned her head to meet the pink haired girl's eyes, smiling lightly for the first time. "Somehow, I feel better knowing you were there lurking in the shadow, ready to make your presence known and probably saving me from an embarrassing or unsafe situation. I am Rachel." She extended her hand out for a soft shake and kept smiling softly, silently thanking the other girl for worrying enough to stay.
"I am Quinn, I have never seen you around Rachel even if your boyfriend looks familiar." The ex-blonde grabbed a cigarette from her small pack and lit it up, blowing the smoke to the side not to hit the other girl's in the face without it.
"I go to Carmel High School, but you probably know my dad Ler-" her reply was drastically interrupted when a boy with porcelain skin and designer clothes appeared from nowhere; he briefly looked at the pink haired girl before latching his fingers around the brunette's wrist, effectively dragging her away from the smoking girl. "Kurt Hummel! Let me go and stop being rude to my new friend. I am sorry Quinn, I hope to catch you soon!" Rachel's head turned to smile one more time at the punk girl, who could only wave and smile back at her, before disappearing into the mansion leaving Quinn alone.
The ex-cheerleader shook her head and threw her cigarette to the side, her leather boots clad feet carried her down the rocky path in the grass toward the window glass that was left open; her face was suddenly hit by the warmth of the room, whose smell was a mix of alcohol, weed and sweat. Typical party. She spotted Rachel and Kurt, if she remembered right, by the door, talking animatedly to each other and casting glances in her direction from time to time. She wanted to walk up to the brunette but her own wrist was taken prisoner by a firm grip, Santana's fiery eyes met hers and soon she knew something wrong had happened.
"What the fuck are you doing Quinn? Why are you staring at Rachel fucking Berry like that? You are supposed to hate her, remember?" The Latina growled in her ear, her deep brown eyes were filled with hate and disapproval for the two girls.
"Berry? She is a Berry?" Quinn's voice trembled for the first time in ages, she couldn't believe she had felt caring feelings toward someone she had been taught to hate, for her whole life. She was supposed to hate and dislike everyone from the Berry household, but what about what she felt? Her mind was filled with thoughts and her heart was aching for something she was forbidden to feel.
"She is trouble, Quinn. Remember who you are." The brunette's words echoed through her mind, her hazelnut eyes searched through the crowd to land on the other girl's retreating figure. Shoulders slumped and the same troubled face she had sported earlier that night, this time she was the cause of that sorrow. Her eyes stood fixed on Rachel Berry, waiting for who knows what but then the petite girl turned her way one more time. Their eyes met and in that moment, they knew a connection had been made and for the first time, it felt like being completely in tune with someone else. Too bad it was her enemy.
The Rendezvous
The car was parked few miles away from Lima's outskirts, hidden by the high bushes and the darkness of the night, helped by the lack of a proper illumination that made the spot quite mysterious and dangerous at the same time. Although, Quinn knew how to take care of herself and handle any possible attacker, who would just be nothing a fool, no one hurt a Fabray without getting punished for it. The pink haired girl sat on the hood of her brand new red Mustang, a cigarette dangling from her lips as she looked down at her iPhone to check for any new message or missing calls. 3 messages and 2 calls from Santana, but none from the girl she craved to see. Maybe she had changed her mind or hadn't found a way to make it to the spot, she didn't drive, after all and asking one of her friends or bodyguards to take her would have completely ruined the secrecy of their meetings.
She sighed deeply and threw her dead cigarette away, watching it land in the dusty ground that was illuminated by the car's lights; her head snapped to the other side, when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Her hand moved to the inside of her jacket, where she had strapped a mini-gun for her own protection, but any worry dissipated when the object of her affection came into her view. Quinn pushed herself off the car, opening her arms to welcome the body that flung itself against her chest; dark chocolate locks made her skin look even paler, smaller hands wrapped around the front of her black band shirt tugging her closer.
"I was worried you wouldn't be able to make it baby." Quinn's arms wrapped around the back of the girl's head, keeping it in place against her collarbone as her framed molded around her secret lover, holding tightly onto the shivering brunette. "Are you okay?" She whispered in her ear and leaned back into the car, supporting both of their weights.
"It was hard to find a way to come here, I couldn't ask for a lift and calling a cab from home would have been suspect." Rachel tilted her head upwards to brush her nose along the hollow of her lover's neck, inhaling deeply the smell of the early summer rain on her skin. Her hands balled into fists, gripping tightly onto the fabric of the ex-blonde's shirt who could only nod in understanding. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too, I just want to take you away from here and live our lives without any worry about our families." Quinn's hand moved to cup the brunette's cheek, tilting her head backwards she brushed her pink lips against the familiar ones that belonged to the petite girl. A small whimper escaped from both their mouths, disclosed to let their breaths mix and their tastes confuse on their tongues. Fingers tugged at the messy pink hair, massaging the taller girl's scalp with soft gestures as Rachel pushed herself more into her girlfriend's firm and safe embrace.
"I wish that so badly, baby. So badly." The chocolate haired girl raised herself on her tiptoes, letting the bag hit the ground with a soft thud as she leaned completely against her lover's body, who was supported by the hood of the car behind. Her fingers trailed down the side of Quinn's face to cup her face in her palms, thumbs stroked the high cheekbones as her own waist was wrapped in strong arms that kept her close. Soon she found herself sitting on the hood of the car, the engine was still warm under her legs that locked behind the ex-cheerleader's slender waist; her back hit the solid metal beneath them, letting the other girl hover her with piercing eyes, a soft smile and a promise of endless love.