A New Direction for Pitch Perfect
It was at the Reginal Championship for high school Glee when it happened. Moments after her group The New Directions was announced first place, everyone was very excited. They all hugged and congratulated each other on a great performance. She passed her hugs and happy smiles to everyone in turn. Finn and Puck split off to go grab the trophy an dthe lime light leaving everyone else in a huddled giddy circle. She hugged her bestfriends, members also, deeply. Then her former rival, and sometimes friend spun from her GBF to look awkwardly at a girl she accepted despite the mean and hurtful things said and done. They smiled and slowly came together for the shared friendly winners hug.
That is when it happened. . . A warm feeling she did not recognise flushed through her body. What was she feeling, why was she feeling it now, and even more important how the hell does she get more. They pulled apart slowly, each one looking at the other just as confused.
Just then they were both grabbed into a giant group hug as Finn and Puck returned with the trophy. She was shoved into the little brunette and to her utter amazement, that warm feeling was back bigger than before. To say it was just a feeling is to deminish the entirety of the experience. Confusion, fear, happiness, pure heart pounding joy gripped her the instant they touched again. The group pushed tighter to gether. She was smushed into her bestfriend on one side and the brunette on the other. Everyone bowed over into the center to meet the ones on the other side. Her bare leg was connected to the brunette's, her arm was on the thin dress of her team mate/ ex-rival and to her sheer astonishment the source of a heat she could not explain.
She looked at the cheek meer inches from her lips. Her hand around the other side pinched between the brunette and her ex-boyfriend Finn. 'NO!', she thought, this can not be real, it is just the win, the excitement. But, she was a National Cheer Champion, what was this compared to that, ' Quinn Fabray get a hold of yourself!' She slid her hand around and felt the brunette's tight ab muscles. "OH, dear God!", she let out involuntarely as the realization hit her and the heat flashed into a crescendo. Heart pounding, legs weakening, pure uncontrolled heat slammed into her core. SHe closed her eyes, leaned into the source of the heat, as her legs wobbled. A stronger arm than she would have given credit for, gripped her side pulling her up. Opening her eyes, she stared wide eyed at her savior, the source of all her angst and frustration for the past two years; Rachel Barbera freakin Berry! This girl was making her hot, not just hot; sweaty, steamy, uncontrollable core burning HOT.
She didn't break the contact, she was frozen, Rachel did to look at her and ask with a earth moving smile, "Quinn, are you OK?"
Was Quinn OK? Wait who was she? Quinn, right, that was her name. Of course she was OK, she was Quinn Fabray. Everyone wanted to be her and feared her. If the world collalpsed around her, Quinn would be OK. Sh e opened her mouth to spit that knowledge out in her face, but "Uhhh", was what came free.
Finn pulled Rachel off stage and the warmth was gone. Ragel looked back for the briefest of seconds. . .
"All I could think is how bad I wanted to be holding her in my arms, " Quinn confessed towards the mirror on her vanity.
"Rachel," Santana said with a smirk, "The Hobbit! The one Sue Silvester sent you in to destroy, at your request. That Rachel?"
" I know it is hard to explain. I mean I have always loved the way she sings, and I had no idea of the strenuous workout schedule she maintains." Quinn thought as she remembered how she had cornered Kurt to torture information out of Rachel's GBF.
"Ok, explain later how you know that little tid bit, get back to Reginals. What happened next?"
"We left and all went to breadsticks to celebrate."
"And you squeazed into the booth in the center next to her oposite from Finn," Santana remembered.
Quinn remembered the night fondly. As she slid into the booth she was pressed up against Rachel as everyone forced there way into the same booth. Her bare leg was against Rachel's and the heat was back. She spent the whole night trying to talk and fumbling as the heat caused her to forget how. Rachel never pulled away, and Quinn figured she liked the contact or the attention. She watched with admiration how Rachel, who was the outsider, was the center of attention and played to the crowd like she was born to be a star. Then everyone left and the heat was gone, replaced by that naggin need for comfort she had on the stage hours before.
"I like breadsticks," Brittany broke into the conversation, " but you can get pizza and hambergers there also, why not call it Breadsticks, Pizza, and Hambergers?"
"Breadsticks is unique and special, you can get pizza and hambergers at a thousand places named after them, but Breadsticks is unique to Lima, Ohio," Santana said with a grin and a smile that Quinn knew had more undertone of love that Santana intended to show.
"And being unique and special is the best like us," Brittany said with a bounce in her step as she danced around Quinn's room. "I am going for a bottled water. Anyone want one?"
"Why thank you, sweet Britt always keepin me hydrated," Santana said as she turned to further interrogate Quinn.
As Brittany left Quinn stared at her bestfriend with that boss Cheerio look, "Why not tell her you are in love with her?"
"What, we are just messing around sex between best friends is just sex," Santana said with a dismissive wave.
Quinn knew her better, and knew very well she only had threesomes with guys to make sure Brittany was happy and would not leave to be with just a man without Santana. "We both know you only told her that so she would not tell everyone and let it get back to your abuela. She is your world, your every thought of everyday. I think I know how you feel."
"Damn it!" Santana yelled. "Now I have to be nice to the hobbit."
Quinn cringed at the name she originally made up to annoy Rachel. "Please, can you start calling her Rachel and with a bit of respect."
"Yes, ma'am," Santana saluted her ex-cheerio captain. "What will you be calling her in the mean time? Honey, sweatheart, baby cakes, love and one woman's only joy."
That is when she was tackled to the floor and pinned beneath Quinn's legs. "I need you to be ok with this, and have my back like always. I really think I could like her a lot." Quinn was looking directly into Santana's eyes while holding her face with both hands. "And be nice to her, just incase she leaves Finn and I do get her . . ."
"Over here in a awkward position, kinda like this," Santana said from beneath Quinn while pinching her butt.
"Oh, wresting. I wanna play," Brittany said as she tackled Quinn from the doorway.
"Pin her down Brits, so we can get the dets about Breadsticks, and then maybe talk some sence into her."
"Sence about what, loving Rachel? That makes total sence, I thought you were into her last year," Brittany said bluntly.
"What," Santana and Quinn said together, looking at each other like twins do when they finish each others sentences.
"Well, Quinn would draw those picture of Rachel smiling, then throw them away and do the funy ones that I liked."
Quinn hid her face behind her hair as Santana glared at her like she just kicked a cat. She had forgot about those. She liked to draw and Rachel had a really nice smile that she would draw repeatedly and tear up thinking it was frustration over Finn dating Rachel. Wait, no she didn't like Rachel dating her ex-boyfriend, not the fact that Finn was dating Rachel. . . "Son of a . . .," Quinn blurted out involuntarily. 'Have to get a hold on yourself and stop doing that,' she thought as the reality hit her on the side of the head. Wait, that was a pillow.
Santana hit her hard, "You have been thinking about her for a year, and you are just telling us now!"
"Telling you, I just realized that is what I was thinking that long ago," she thought more about the times she would draw at night alone in her room. 'OH SHIT,' her sketch pad was on her desk behind Santana.
"What are you looking at," Santana asked as she looked behind her at Quinn's clean and neat desk. "It has been two weeks since Reginals, and you have had all this time to think this through." The wheels turned in her head as she saw Brittany on top of Quinn and what was on the desk behind her. She jumped up and reached for the pad, whipping through the pages of Cheerio drawings, and artsy looking sketches of trees.
Quinn felt Brittany shift to lean towards the pad, and flipped her into Santana's legs as she jumped to her feat and after the evidence she knew was in the back of her book. "Santana Lopez, you know that book is private Quinn Fabray business."
"Yep, and now I know why you always kept it to yourself," Santana smirked like the Chesire Cat who had all the secrets. "Dis your spank bank, El' Capitan!"
"Don't be cras, do I look like one of the guys," she said flippantly knowing full well she had every curve she could see memorised. Every eyelash, earlobe, and sutle curve that defined Rachel's profile was behind her eyelids everytime she closed them.
Santana stopped moving and stood in silence as she cleared the empty pages and came to the hidden sketches in the back. "Wow, you make her look good. Maybe you will be good together."
Quinn blushed. "You got my back, San?"
"Always, Quinn you ma girl, I got you."
"I wonder if she is as good a kisser as Quinn is," Brittany's lovely voice snuck into the silence.
Quinn knew how much Santana hated to hear Brittany talk about anyone other than her in any loving fashion. "I hope one day to find out."
"Well, that explains the weird ass playlist you had us listening too after Breadsticks when you brought us here. Those are all songs Rachel would sing at lunch and Glee Club practices." Santana looked at Quinn as she handed the pad to Brittany.
"It is senior year, we will all be leaving soon. I don't have time to get to her," Quinn said somber.
"We will think of something," Santana tried.
"What about acapella?" Brittany asked as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.
"Britt, what does acapella have to do with us graduating?" Santana asked pulling Brittany into a sweet hug, that caused Quinn to wonder who was holding Rachel right now.
"I was listening to this acapella podcast about the National Acapella Championships. There is this school called Barden University, some fancy school for big brains, and smart people to become doctors and lawyers. Well, it seems they have a few championship level acapella teams, one of which is an all women group called The Barden Bellas, headed for the National finals in a few months. Hey our National Championship is in a few months too, I hope we see them, that would be awesome." Brittany finished with a smile, and a kiss for Santana.
"There you go, convince the hob. . .," Santana started her insult until Quinn cut her Cheerio Boss eyes. "Rachel, sweet Rachel, to go to Barden and put championship acapella on her NYADA resume."
"Hmm, way to go Brittany," Quinn started, " but how to convince her to put off her Broadway dream?"
"You use your Fabray charm to change her mind on multiple fronts. I have seen you talk an entire football team into cleaning strangers cars, so the Cheerios could get new gear. No one says no to Queen Quinn Fabray when she wants something. You just have to reign in this new infatuation you have with her lady parts until you think out the logical way she can't say no to."
"Ohh, lady parts, I like those," Brittany says as she sucks on Santana's ear. "Can we all play now?"
"Wish I could, but I have a lot of information to look up," Quinn said walking to her desk computer. "You take Santana to Frannie's old room and I will see you guys for breakfast and our morning run."
They left and Quinn started researching Barden University, and The Barden Bellas.
AN: This is the first chapter of hopefully many to come. I have several story ideas, on many subjects. I hope someone likes my take on a Faberry Story.
Obviously Bechloe to follow soon, but Becca is still in high school all angsty and stuff, and The Bellas still have the Nationals to spew out, so everyone is busy right now.
I will try to answer any questions, if anyone has any. I am not sure about story ideas, cause I write from the hip as it comes to me. Updates as soon as possible and write a story if you have one you are thinking about, I read as many as I write.