AN:I've never written drabbles. I'm the kind of writer who tends to ramble and loves detail, so short fics aren't my thing. I've also never written for another Glee ship other than Quick, so this will be interesting. I really hope you enjoy them! I'll be posting my Quick, Wemma, Tartie, Brittana and Kum drabbles later today. Oh la la. ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, Twilight (thank you, Grilled Cheesus for that!) or the characters. If I did, the characters would be happy all the time and I'm pretty sure that the show would tank.
Finn / Rachel Drabbles
Angst
Carol bakes banana bread one evening.
Even the smell wafting from the kitchen makes him wanna cry.
AU
He watches as her Cheerios skirt sways, brown hair swinging side-to-side.
"I cannot give in to these lecherous thoughts," he scolds himself.
Crack!Fic
"We'll have two Finchel pastries, please," she tells the server.
Crossover
"I don't like the way that Edward kid looks at you, Rach," he muttered, pulling her closer to his side. "It's like you're his dinner or something!"
Death
She was his shining star. His guiding light. But now...? The world was dark. Cold. He was lost, but he never wanted to be found.
First Time
There's something different in their kiss that night. Something needy. Desperate. Hungry. She pulls away, a small smile dancing on her swollen lips.
"I'm ready."
Fluff
"I got you something from my trip to New York," she says looking up through dark lashes.
She hands him an autographed baseball mitt-signed by all 40 of the New York Yankees.
He gapes at her and his heart swells; pulls her flush against his body and presses his lips against hers.
"Thanks," he breathes.
Humor
She groans, her usually light voice nasally, "Kill me. Kill me now."
He grips her small hand and gives it a small squeeze.
"Come on, Rach. Chickenpox aren't that bad. Besides, don't you like the vegan chicken noodle soup my mo-I mean, I... made you?"
Hurt/Comfort
She felt, rather than saw, his tears as they soaked through her pink panda sweater (a present from her Aunt Betty in Maine). She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to do. So she pulled him closer to her chest.
Show-related
The sound of running water echoed through the bathroom.
"You don't have to do this," she said tightly, embarrassed that he was seeing her in this state.
"I wanted to," he said as he cleaned green ice crystals from her face.
Smut
Her legs tightened around his waist-the space between her legs connecting with the tent in his pants. And as she swiveled her hips, he swore he could see stars.
UST
He wasn't supposed to want to kiss her. Not when she kissed Puck. Not when she hurt him worse than he'd ever hurt before.