Story- You're A Firework
TV Show- Glee
Rated- M
WARNING: If you haven't read Watch Me Bleed, this story won't make any sense.
Summary- This is a sequel to the story Watch Me Bleed. It takes place eight years later, when Quinn and Rachel take a trip back to Lima for a wedding. They only plan to stay a week, but things take a turn.
Side Notes- Jade Price is still alive in this story. This is if she would have survived being stabbed.
"Quinn! Where are you?"
Rachel was rushing around her apartment, trying to find random things that she had forgotten to pack in her suit case." We're going to miss our flight", she hollered, as she threw yet another pair of shoes into her open, over flowing suit case. Quinn came into the bedroom, pulling her jacket on as she walked.
"Calm down, we won't miss the flight, we're leaving three hours early for God's sake", she laughed.
"I've explained the three hours early thing to you a hundred times, don't you laugh at me", said Rachel." It's safer to leave extra early, that leaves no chance of missing the flight."
"I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you", giggled Quinn, as she strolled over to the bed, and sat down." I see, well too bad I'm not actually laughing. Now, stand up, I need you to put that beautiful behind of yours to work", said Rachel. She stood at the edge of the bed looking at her suit case.
"I knew it. You always over pack", said Quinn standing up.
"It's not over packing, it's being safe. We don't even know how long we're going to be in Lima. I know you say it's for a week, but we always end up staying there for much longer", said Rachel.
"That is so not my fault", laughed Quinn.
"Well, we can't stay longer than a week this time", said Rachel. Quinn just gave her a look." Okay...maybe two. But, no more", laughed Rachel." I have to be back for auditions."
"One would think a year long stretch on Broadway would be quite the artist's fix", said Quinn." I'm sorry, have we met? I'm Rachel, your wife."
Quinn laughed, and wrapped her arms around the shorter, brown eyed girl." Yes, that's right. Broadway stars feed off of stage energy. Must have slipped my mind", she said, and she kissed her softly."Mmmm", moaned Rachel, but then she pulled away." Okay, no way. We can't do this right now, we need to get to the airport", she said, backing away. Quinn groaned, and mumbled something under her breath.
"Yes, I know, I suck at life. Now come on, sit down on my suit case so I can zip it up", said Rachel, clapping her hands at Quinn." Which one", she asked." The other three are already zipped smart ass, sit on the open one", laughed Rachel.
Ten minutes later they were on the busy street, outside of there Manhattan apartment building. They were waiting for the door man to hail them a cab." I still can't believe they're getting married", said Quinn." Me either, but then again why should we be surprised? She's always been full of surprises", laughed Rachel."Oh, I talked to your Mom last night, she said she's not sure if Beth will be back from camp in time to see us", said Quinn.
"Awe, well that's not good. Is that only if we stay for a week?"
"Yeah, but she said if we can't stay, her and Beth would fly here before she has to start school", said Quinn." That's my Mother for you...any excuse to come to New York", said Rachel, shaking her head.
At the airport, while they were waiting to board their plane, Quinn's cell phone started to ring. She looked at the screen, smiled and answered it.
"Well, hello there bride to be."
"Guess again", said Alyson.
"What the Hell...", laughed Quinn.
"Yeah, my phone is gone, I can't get another one for a couple days, don't ask. Where are you guys", she asked.
"We're taking off in just a bit. Everything all set for the wedding", asked Quinn.
"That depends what you mean by all set...we got bride problems, groom problems, and some of the wedding party has already started drinking", laughed Alyson.
"Well, that's normal. It is Thursday, and according to our awkward little cluster fuck of a friendship circle, Thursday is when the weekend starts", laughed Quinn.
"Ha, yeah and Monday is when it ends. Good job, you remember."
"Please, like I'd forget."
"Is that Alyson", asked Rachel, who was busy reading a magazine article about herself.
"Yep", said Quinn.
"Hi Aly...can't wait to see you", said Rachel, leaning in towards the phone.
"You too Star Shine", said Alyson. She had started calling Rachel that, the minute she landed her first role on Broadway a few years before.
"So, who's picking you guys up from the airport", asked Alyson.
"Actually, we reserved a rental car. So, nobody but where's everyone gonna' be tonight", asked Quinn.
"What the fu-...are you really asking me that right now? Like...seriously...", laughed Alyson.
"Right. Well, we shall see you there", giggled Quinn.
All of the sudden, Quinn heard a loud crash on the other end of the line, and people screaming and yelling.
"Uh-oh", said Alyson.
"What was that...", asked Quinn, in shock.
"Um...yeah, I have to go Quinn...there's a situation...call one of us when you land. Love you, bye", said Alyson, rather hastily, and she hung up.
"Shit", said Quinn hanging up her phone.
"What happened", asked Rachel, not looking up from her magazine.
"Not sure, but we'll find out soon enough", said Quinn.
"Are they drinking already?"
"Oh, but of Corse", laughed Quinn.
"Hmmmm. Give your three guesses as to who suggested that", said Rachel.
"I'd only need one guess", she giggled, but Rachel didn't seem to be amused." Rachel...".
"I'm sorry, but you know how I feel about those two, and their habits", protested.
"Oh, you down graded. Last time you bitched about this, you called them alcoholics", laughed Quinn.
"Okay, this is so not funny, and what do you mean "bitched" about this? Is that what my concern for our friends is to you? Bitching? That says a lot for out marriage doesn't it", snapped Rachel.
"Are you kidding me with this", asked Quinn.
"Do I sound like I'm kidding?"
Quinn couldn't believe her tiny wife had just freaked out on her like that, in the middle of a very simple conversation. She shook her head, and stood up." Yes, walk away that's always the best way to solve our problems", said Rachel." Funny, we never have problems until you pick a fight with me for no reason...", said Quinn as she walked away. Rachel just looked down at her magazine again. They didn't speak another word to each other until they boarded the plane. Not even when Quinn had came back after their argument. On the plane, Rachel was the first to speak up.
"I'm sorry", she said quietly.
"I'm sorry, what was that", asked Quinn, sarcastically.
"I was out of line", she said.
"Look, I get it. I understand why drinking scares you", said Quinn.
"It's not drinking that scares me, it's when Jade and Noah drink that scares me. They have a problem Quinn, and I'm the only one out of all of us who actually feels like it's out of control at this point", said Rachel. Quinn knew she was genuinely concerned, so she didn't bother making any smart ass comments.
"We're not teenagers anymore, we all have responsibilities. Especially Jade, I don't understand how Santana lets her drink like that", added Rachel.
"Yeah, true, but you can't deny that every time we visit Lima, we act like we are seventeen again. You, me, and everyone else party pretty hard when we get together, so, why only single those two out", asked Quinn.
"It's a vacation from our actual lives. For those of them who have stayed there, it's like time froze. Sure, things have changed a considerable amount, I'm not denying that. But, when you look at the bigger picture, it's all the same Quinn."
"I understand baby, but have you forgotten what Jade went through eight years back? I mean, I honestly don't blame her for drinking as much as she did then, and as much as she does now", said Quinn.
"Of Corse I remember. I remember that we almost lost her the night she was stabbed. I also remember almost loosing her and Noah two years later when they decided it would be a good idea to smoke an entire bag of pot to themselves, after drinking all night long. Quinn, Jade is still very screwed up, she's going to be for the rest of her life. The drinking back in high school, it was cute, I mean it was kind of funny. I'll admit that now. But this is different", said Rachel. Quinn nodded her head slowly. She hated thinking about any of the things Rachel had just brought up, much less talking about them.
"Yeah, I know...I just...I don't want you to go off on Noah, like last time. What you said did need to be said, however the way you said it..."
"I know I could have been a little nicer", admitted Rachel.
"You know sweetie, I'm not really sure they drink as much as you think they do", said Quinn. She was sort of confused at about why Rachel was so concerned. She knew the two if them drank a lot, but it seemed like Rachel knew something that she didn't. It was driving her crazy, but she knew asking straight out would just cause her to freak out again.
"That's just it Quinn, they're so good at it now, that sometimes you can't even tell."
"You honestly think it's gone that far', asked Quinn, raising one eyebrow. Rachel nodded her head.
"Hmmm. Well, I guess I'll just have to pay attention when we're around them this time", said Quinn.
"I guess so. Now, I'm still waiting for you to tell me you forgive me for being such a pain in the ass at the airport", said Rachel, making a cute little face. Quinn smiled." I will if you wait five minutes, then get up and follow me to the bathroom...", she said as she unbuckled her seatbelt." You can't be serious", giggled Rachel.
"Hey, we joined the Mile High Club for a reason. Let's take advantage of it before we...loose our membership", whispered Quinn into Rachel's ear. Then she got up, and headed towards the bathroom. Rachel was suddenly very turned on. She loved it when Quinn whispered in her ear. After a few minutes, she got up, headed eagerly towards where her wife had gone, and found which bathroom she was in.
When the plane landed, they gathered their things, and walked, hand in hand, towards the ramp." Ready for Lima, sweetie", asked Quinn.
"I think the correct question is...is Lima ready for us?"