Authors note: So I'm not actually a writer or anything, i'm a student at the moment and my english teacher keeps saying my creative writing stories have too much angst, hence i've decided to write some faberry as an outlet :) This is possibly the worst time of my life to be starting up this kind of thing as i'm rapidly approaching my end of year exams but it's something i've managed to find myself doing as a little procrastination.
At first I thought i'd just do this as a oneshot but there's a very high change of me eventually making it a two-shot or possibly a short story, depending on what people think of course. I'm a pretty angsty person but I love our girls so chances are i'll end up finding a way to put the two back together, you'll just have to wait and see.
Come talk to me on tumblr if you have any ideas or anything you'd like to say... I don't bite ;) fyeahfaberrry
You've been expected to show the new girl at work around while she's on her trial. Teach her how to make coffees, the names of all the numerous names of biscuits and slices and how to set up all the tables in the café, ready to start the day. You can't think of anything worse. You've already been working way more than you ever wished to and this on top of it all is too much. But you need the money, especially after your disastrous break up with your girlfriend. She offered to let you keep the apartment – she knew you'd struggle more financially than her. But you couldn't. You couldn't take anything more from here than you already had. Not after you completely shattered her heart.
So now you're at work, ready to start yet another excruciatingly long day of serving rude, grumpy customers their coffee. Ready to teach some Amanda girl the ropes of the café. You sigh exasperatedly as you refill the beans in the coffee maker. Let yet another day of hell begin.
Amanda comes in to work an hour into your shift. You want to hate her, you really do, just because that's how you've started dealing with anyone you meet nowadays, you don't deserve to have friends, to be happy. Not after what you did.
You're keen to despise Amanda with her perfectly styled caramel hair, her piercing green orbs which envelop you with warmth, but you can't. She's enthusiastic, bouncy and ready to impress you. She reminds you of the girl you used to be and somehow, you find yourself liking her – as a friend. You can't see yourself with her romantically, you can't see yourself with anyone anymore, not after what happened.
Amanda of course aces her trial period and is offered the job. She bounces up and down in an awkward hug/hold with you when you tell her the news and you can't help but be happy for her. She's one of those people that are just so kind and bubbly you want good things for her.
The two of you start working with each other almost everyday and it's nice. It's nice, after 6 months to have some kind of human interaction that isn't asking people for their coffee orders and a quick 'have a nice day'. It's nice being able to talk to someone and hear about their life.
Amanda tells you she moved here a few months ago, she transferred from some community college to NYU to study law when she was offered a scholarship. You can't help but be impressed, not only is she beautiful but she's smart to. She's a catch. When you ask her if there's anyone significant in her life she immediately blushes and her face lights up as she tells you about the girl she's been dating for the past few months. You're envious of her happiness as she tells you about all the painfully beautiful dates her girlfriend takes her on, how her girlfriend sometimes comes over unannounced just because she wants to give her flowers when she's having a bad day. You also hear about how skilled of a lover Amanda's girlfriend is – admittedly a little inappropriate for the workplace but you haven't had sex since that fateful day so you can't help but live vicariously through Amanda's sex life.
Your chest constricts a little as she tells you all these cute little stories about her girlfriend. You used to have this but you threw it all away, tossed it aside as if it meant nothing in the search for the next best thing – not realising at the same time that you already had it.
One day at work, Amanda asks if you could cover for her so she can leave work 15 minutes early. She has a date with the girlfriend and she has been buzzing with excitement all day. You accept of course, not just because you need the money but because you want to do something for Amanda – just because you're not happy doesn't mean she shouldn't be. She ducks out to the storeroom to get ready for tonight, leaving you to take care of the counter and coffee machine. If it was anyone else you'd be pissed but you're not. You simply can't hate Amanda.
You're mindlessly going about your business when it happens. Your "Hi, how can I help you?" goes unanswered and you bring your eyes up from the computer to see why the person in front of you isn't answering.
And then you see her.
She's still as perfect as she was the first day you ever saw her. She's flawless. She looks a little different from the last time the two of you interacted in person, somehow she's managed to get even more beautiful.
"…Quinn"
"…uh … hi, Rachel"
It stings a little that she doesn't call you Rach anymore but at least it's not 'manhands' or 'rupaul'. If she had reverted back to that Quinn, you don't think you could have survived. 'it's sooooo good to see you' you blurt, emphasising the 'ooo's in 'so' way more than necessary. She visibly flinches, yet ever the polite, kind woman she is, tries to disguise it with a small smile – it looks more like a grimace.
It's awkward for a few seconds, you're literally just standing there, starring at her from across the counter whilst she desperately tries to look at anything but you. "…so this is…awkward", you're desperate now to try and relieve the tension. In some deluded fantasy, you wish the both of you could just miraculously pick up from where you used to be, back to being 'Quinn and Rachel'. You manage to get a small chuckle from her and it may be laced with an underlining bitterness but it's still something, she isn't being openly hostile, she isn't being rude and she hasn't stormed out – each of those things you deserve. She always was too good for you.
"Listen, I get off work in about an hour, would you..would you maybe like to grab a coffee or something? I'll make it." You attempt to joke, "It's been so long since we've seen each other and I've missed you I really have and I know I have no right to still want anything from you Quinn" your voice breaks a little but you force yourself to keep going "I get that but I can't help it, so please? Just one coffee?" You're starting to get a little desperate now as you look into her blank hazel eyes. Eyes that used to light up with such an intense love when they would to reach yours. "…I…I cant" she rasps out, voice as beautifully husky as ever. You aren't really surpised but that doesn't stop the tears from coming either. "Please?" All pride out the window now as you desperately beg for something, anything. " It's not that, I'm actually meeting someon-" she's cut off as a blur of caramel hair jumps on her, wrapping their legs around your Qui-Quinn's waist. Its only after you recover from the shock of the intrusion that you realise Quinn's lips are currently attached to someone, someone that's obviously not you. And as the two seamlessly kiss infront of you as if they have done so for a lifetime, you manage to snap out of your confusion in time to realise it isn't some random girl attached to Quinn, it's Amanda.
"Rae! This is my girlfriend, Quinn!" Girlfriend. Quinn. No, this couldn't be happening. Not your Quinn. Quinn looks at you, obviously equally as shocked as you are as Amanda – her girlfriend has an arm wrapped around her waist, pushing their bodies closer than your stomach can manage right now. You feel like you're going to pass out, or throw up…or both at the same time. You somehow manage to offer Quinn a watery 'it's nice to meet you' before you sprint to the storeroom, to safety from those piercing hazel eyes. From the girl you once loved, who are you kidding, from the girl you're still completely in love with, who's girlfriend - your only friend at the moment, kissed the day lights out of right in front of you. To some extent, you saw this coming just over 6 months ago when you and you alone ruined the single best thing in your life, but you didn't imagine seeing Quinn with someone else could hurt this much.