I don't own Glee.
These are some drabbles I've written over in someone's ask... and I figure you guys might like them too. I only edited them slightly for better flow and proper format, due to the way asks work now. Character limit. No 'enter'. Stuff like that. Anyway, enjoy.
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(Scenario: Quinn in an accident, Rachel being attracted to Quinn, but trying hard to forget, to let go. And obviously failing.)
A simple curtain. To Rachel, it felt like the Wall of Berlin. Pass through, push it aside, and nothing would ever be the same. Hell, she didn't even know what exactly made her drive here. She didn't have to come, there were others that were called... but she drove 70 plus miles to find this place. Deep breaths. One, two, in, out. She gently, slowly pushed the fabric aside, as she quietly greeted the barely conscious person now staring wide-eyed at her. "Hello, Quinn."
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(A possible 'what happened' after the proposal.)
A daffodil. Frowning, Rachel picks it off the floor. Something so beautiful really shouldn't be left where it could be crushed by uncaring feet, swept away like so much trash. "Is everything alright?" Looking back, she sees Finn coming out of the auditorium, that little box still cradled in his hands. "It's nothing. I must've imagined it." Yes, she must have. Though, she couldn't fathom why she imagined sobbing when Finn had just given her something she'd wanted for ages.
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(Based off something I saw that said Quinn supported Finchel proposal (blech, thank God that was a lie), and that Kurt tried talking them out of it.)
"I don't see why you don't come and-"
"No. If I tried convincing them, they're automatically not going to listen. But you're his brother, and her friend. They respect what you think."
"Rachel listens to you too."
"Not about this. I'm too involved. Besides... she didn't get it the first time I tried telling her. None of it."
"Pardon? I didn't catch that last part."
"It's nothing. Just... go talk to them."
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(It's Bram looking at Finchel. And if you don't know about Bram, just know it's Faberry version 1.0. In many, many ways.)
"Sooo, what's for dinner?"
"Pizza."
"Pizza again? Why can't we have something else for a change?"
"Because the only other restaurant will usually have that giant feeding his 'everyone in town knows she's vegan' girlfriend meat, and it ends up with me having to hold you back from trying to kill him."
"Oh. Yeah. That."
"So, what kind?"
"See if they've got some margherita today."
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Opinions? Thoughts? If you've any ideas, I'll gladly give it a shot.