A/N- Fluffy little Faberry Multi-Chapter Fic. The history of Faberry as it relates to Quinn's beloved car. Flashbacks are in italics.
I unfortunately own nothing aside from a crappy old computer and a dark twisty brain thing.
Finally, not to worry, I am hard at work on the final chapters of Broken, Not Shattered, I just wanted to put up this little thing I've had on my computer for a while.
"Mom, why don't you just sell the old thing already?" Nora asked for what felt like the hundredth time.
Her mom rolled her eyes, the teenager could be such a drama queen at times there was no doubt they were related. "You know your mother and I would never sell it. The thing is practically a part of our family."
At that moment, a tall blonde entered the kitchen, "What's part of our family? If you're talking about that old cat, I'm sorry Rach, I don't think she's going to last that much longer." She dropped her briefcase on a chair and crossed the space to wrap her arms around her wife's petite waist, but when she tried to give the brunette a kiss all she got was a glare in response.
"Quinn! Don't say such things about Barbra! She's perfectly healthy!"
By now she should probably know better than to threaten the cat, "I'm sorry, of course that thing's going to last forever."
The glare didn't let up until she tried tickling the brunette's sides. A smile betrayed the shorter woman and her wife swooped in for a quick kiss.
"Eww! PDA much!" Their daughter complained covering her eyes in mock disgust. "The same rules you enforce on Michael and I apply to you two, you know!"
Quinn fixed her daughter with a stare, "When Michael and you have been married for twenty years you can feel free to do whatever the heck you want."
"Within limits!" Rachel threw in quickly.
"So if you weren't talking about that manic cat, what were you two talking about?" The blonde asked, still holding her wife around the waist from behind as she stirred something simmering on the stove.
"Beatrice."
"What about Beatrice?"
"Your daughter was asking why we still have her." The shorter woman said nodding to their girl sitting on a barstool watching them intently. It didn't go unnoticed by Quinn how her wife always referred to the children as 'your daughter' or 'your son' when they were in trouble or doing something ridiculous.
The blonde looked at Nora, she was the spitting image of her wife - all tan skin and wavy chestnut hair. Her eyes though were a stunning hazel that had darkened over time. "Beatrice is an institution!"
"But why?" Nora insisted, "I mean I know you and mom met when you were driving her, but she's just a car. And she doesn't even run anymore."
"Go get your brother." The blonde said releasing her wife and choosing instead to perch on the counter beside the stove. "Every big step in our relationship happened inside of that car. Without Beatrice we would not be here now."
Nora smiled as she left the room. As dramatic as her mother was about the car, she never passed up an opportunity to hear about her parents past.
"I'll never understand why you insist upon sitting on my nice marble countertop when there's plenty of perfectly good chairs in the kitchen." Rachel complained with a smile, it was a conversation they had often and one she knew she would never win.
"Since when did it become your counter?"
"Since I was the only one of us capable of cooking something aside from macaroni and cheese."
The blonde let out a sigh of mock agony, "That one hurt, babe." The look in her eyes quickly turned from playful to mischievous as her wife tried reaching around her to grab a pot holder. Instead of scooting over to facilitate the action, the blonde grabbed her wife's wrist, spinning her quickly until she was trapped between her legs, the brunette's hips locked against the counter. "And besides, I love this vantage point." The blonde whispered directly into her wife's ear before moving over to capture the smaller woman's lips with her own. The kiss began innocent enough, until nimble tan fingers wound into blonde tresses encouragingly.
A throat clearing from the entryway alerted the women to the presence of their children, Nora having returned with her younger brother in tow.
Quinn gave her wife a final quick peck before releasing her legs from where they had locked around the brunette's waist so she could continue her dinner preparations. "Have a seat, kids. We need to have a serious conversation." Quinn indicated to the barstools facing the interior of the kitchen and the two teenagers did as instructed.
"Are we in trouble? Because I swear whatever Mrs. Lopez told you, it wasn't my idea. I was just going along with Mark." The only boy in the household said quickly.
Instantly both women's eyebrows flew up in concern, "What would have told us?" Rachel asked.
"Never mind." The boy's eyes dropped to his lap as he flushed bright red.
"Jason?" His mother asked. Her hands were leant forward and braced against her knees while her hazel eyes fixed him with an intense stare.
He held out for all of four seconds before he cracked, confessing easily to his action, "It wasn't a big deal. We were just playing baseball in the road yesterday-"
"Like your mom told you not to." Quinn interrupted, earning a small smile of approval from her wife. They had a lengthy discussion the week before where Rachel insisted they ban from Jason from playing baseball in the street because of how fast people drove through the neighborhood. Quinn made the mistake of saying that maybe the brunette was being a bit paranoid - the blonde slept on the couch that night and the following one.
"Yes." Jason said quietly, "Well, the ball went into 's yard and we jumped the fence to get it. When we did, well, we landed in her flower garden and Mark said we should make it look like it was a raccoon so she wouldn't get mad at us for trampling her flowers. We were dropping some trash around and she saw us and made us clean it all up and for the next two weeks we have to go to her house and help in the yard."
Quinn stifled a laugh, "Well, make sure you're not late. I want you there right after school."
"So if you don't want us for that, why are we here?" Jason asked. He was desperate to shift any attention off of himself.
"Your sister asked about selling Beatrice so your mother decided to explain just how significant that car is so maybe you will understand why we can't get rid of it." Rachel said, reaching past the blonde's head to grab plates out of a cabinet for dinner.
"You both know the story of how we met," Quinn began, she finally dismounted the counter and helped gather silverware as she tried to think of where to begin telling the story of their relationship to the kids.
"I love that story!" Nora excitedly said, "Tell it all from the beginning."
"I love that story too, Nor." Quinn smiled at Rachel across the kitchen as she remembered that day twenty four years ago.
"Quinn Fabray, you just finished your junior year of high school! What are you going to do now?"
The blonde laughed, shaking her head. She had her left wrist loosely resting atop her steering wheel while her thin right hand was planted on her gear shift. Her Jeep was flying down one of the more deserted dirt roads in Lima, Ohio in an attempt to get as far away from the high school as humanly possible.
Her best friend Santana was sitting beside her in the passenger seat, her hair was flying out behind her - streaming out of the hand crank windows. The brunette was idly switching radio stations, looking for something tolerable.
"I'm going to spend as much time as possible in denial of the fact that I'm going to be applying to college in four months." Quinn responded.
"Count me in. Do you think we're going to beat Puck to the reservoir?"
A confident smile graced the blonde's face, "We always do when we take this road."
A small blue coupe came into view behind Quinn's jeep, creeping ever closer as they approached a stop sign. In an easy practiced motion, Quinn threw the car quickly from fourth to third, and seconds later to second. Downshifting, the Jeep shuttered as it lost speed quickly. Neither Quinn nor Santana batted an eyelash as they had gotten used to the problems of driving a manual car over the years. But both groaned at the owner of the small blue car was clearly not as competent about how quickly a stick shift loses speed when stopping, and hit their coupe right into the back of the Jeep.
Quinn pulled to the side and parked.
Both girls exited Quinn's car, quickly walking to the back to asses the damage. All in all it wasn't too bad, just a bit of scratched paint and a small dent.
Santana, however, was furious. As soon as the driver exited the blue car that had pulled off the road and parked behind them, the Latina ripped into her, "What the hell? Were you sleeping while driving back there!"
Quinn expected the girl to recoil in on herself and be afraid by Santana's attack, but to everyone's surprise she held her own, "No I wasn't! This is so your fault, who stops that hard at a stop sign?! You two were the only car there!"
"Have you never seen a stick shift before?" Santana threw back.
The brunette rolled her eyes, "Have you never driven one before?! Shifting like that you're going to stall!"
Quinn smiled, she hadn't stalled her car since her first week of learning to drive it. Nonetheless she was instantly taken with the fire in the brunettes soft brown eyes. "Santana why don't you wait in the car for me?" She suggested in hopes of both diffusing the situation and getting a chance to talk to the other girl on her own.
Santana looked ready to object, but then when her eyes locked with Quinn's they had the kind of silent conversation only possible when you've been best friends for years.
"If Puck beats us to the reservoir, I'm holding you personally responsible." The Latina threatened before she relented and got back in the Jeep.
With Santana out of the way, the other brunette visibly relaxed, "I'm really sorry about your car." She offered and Quinn just smiled and shook her head.
"Don't worry about it, I know a guy who owes me a favor that can fix it. How's your car holding up?" She looked past the brunette to see that her car wasn't too bad off either - just a little scratched and a small dent in her front bumper.
"It's fine." She said with a small smile, "My dads were just waiting for my first accident. I guess this is it."
"Well, I'm honored to have been your first." Quinn said flirtatiously. She was testing to see if she even had a shot with the girl.
The brunette blushed at the double entendre, "And you didn't even buy me dinner first."
Quinn's smile just widened as the girl flirted back. "I'm sorry, I didn't properly introduce myself. I'm Quinn Fabray."
As she held out her hand expectantly, the shorter girl laughed and it was one of the most amazing sounds Quinn had ever heard. "Nice to meet you, I'm Rachel Berry."
The first time Quinn texted Rachel was approximately five minutes later once they had finished talking and she was once again sitting in her yellow Jeep.
'If you promise to maintain a respectable driving distance, I would like to invite you to come to the reservoir with Santana and I. We're meeting up with some people from William McKinley'
She looked in her rear view mirror in time to see the brunette smile and give her a thumbs up.
They spent the afternoon lazing around in the sand, talking and getting to know each other. Quinn learned that Rachel went to the private arts school just across town and she had also just completed her junior year. As the day progressed, the two found just how easily they fit together - even beating Santana and Puck in an impromptu game of chicken in the reservoir. All of the teens were swimming in various stages of undress. Quinn nearly had a heart attack when Rachel took off her shirt to swim in just her sports bra, the blonde assumed her perfectly flat stomach came from all the dance that she told Quinn about. Even Puck was trying to hit on her by the end of the day, but she was surprisingly unresponsive to his advances.
When everyone parted for the evening, Quinn wrapped the brunette in a tight a hug goodbye and shyly, Rachel gave her a small kiss on the cheek. Quinn couldn't wipe the stupid grin off her face the entire drive home.
That night, they stayed up for hours on the phone talking and Quinn asked Rachel out on their first official date which the brunette happily consented to.
"Ever since I met your mother she was a horrible driver." Quinn joked lovingly.
A/N- Promis I'll update Broken, not Shattered soon! Leave a review and let me know what you thought :)