Faberry Bits
So, these are just story ideas that were partly inspired by a wonderful story called Disney Storybits ( s/6898162/1/). Go read it, it's awesome! Anyway these bits are mostly ideas that didn't bloom into a full-blown story. There will be Faberry-duh! - as well as a little Brittana, Samcedes, Tike, and Wemma.
Glee ain't mine. Wish it was.
Enjoy, loves!
…The title kind of sounds like a cereal brand, doesn't? (Face-palms)
Chapter 1-The Genie
We open on William McKinley High School, where our dear Rachel has run into the theater prop room to escape Santana and her cohorts. When she trips over a box, an old Arabian style oil lamp goes flying out and she promptly lands on it.
A huge puff of blue and green smoke appears and sends everyone into a panic. The smoke finally clears and there on the stage is a beautiful blonde girl wearing a skimpy outfit (a greener version of Jasmine's outfit, if you will) asking in Arabic who touched her lamp.
That's as far as I got. In this scene, the genie, Quinn has just appeared and scares the shit out of everyone. Onward!
If there was one thing Rachel Barbra Berry prided herself on, it was that she was prepared for anything. She was usually ready for any type of situation where she could assess the situation.
This wasn't one of them.
The tall, absolutely gorgeous blonde girl that had appeared out of nowhere and was now stretching her toned arms above her head?
Yeah, she wasn't prepared for that. At all.
Everyone else was staring slack-jawed and buggy-eyed at the girl who now turned with her arms crossed over her chest. She spoke commanding words that sounded like something out of an NCIS episode as she leveled beautiful hazel eyes at the speechless cheerleaders and Rachel.
Santana finally snapped out of her trance and turned to one of her lackeys. "Okay, anybody understand what she just said?"
One of the Cheerios raised her hand a little. "Uh, I do."
"Well what's she saying?" The Latina asked, glancing warily at the aforementioned person.
"She…she wants to know who touched her lamp."
Everyone immediately pointed at Rachel, who had picked up the lamp from where it had fallen. The singer opened her mouth to retort but didn't get to, as the blonde girl locked eyes with her.
A curious smile appeared on her face as she strode forward, causing Rachel to back up against the wall, clutching the lamp like a life preserver. She reached up and pointed at Rachel, speaking again, but in an amused tone.
The Cheerio said slowly "She-she's asking if you touched it."
Rachel nodded furiously, silently praying that this mysterious and commanding and beautiful-'hold on, beautiful?'- girl would not summon heaven's wrath down on her, even before her career had barely begun.
Instead, the blonde's smile grew into a devious smirk, and she leaned forward, full lips brushing against Rachel's ear. She spoke in a voice that raised goose-bumps along her skin, apparently enjoying what she was saying.
The Cheerio's jaw dropped. "Uh…oh, wow…"
"What did she say?!" Both Rachel and Santana shrieked.
"Um…she said she's never had such a pretty mistress before."
Rachel didn't even have enough time to think about that, as the girl suddenly and quite fast captured her lips in a searing kiss.
If the young diva had any sense, she would have either bit the girl's bottom lip or slapped her and shoved her away.
Instead she was frozen where she was, barely registering the surprised shouts from the Cheerios and Santana's barked "what the fuck?!" She could only focus on the soft full lips against hers.
When the girl finally, and seemingly reluctantly, pulled away, Rachel found her senses and managed to say "what—what was that for?"
The girl grinned broadly and spoke; apparently it was something pretty amazing, for the Cheerio translating was now looking more flabbergasted than before.
"Oh…oh, I wish I could understand what you're saying!" The singer finally gasped.
There was a whoosh! And then a cloud of the same smoke flew out of the lamp and swirled around Rachel and the girl once, twice, and then disappeared. The girl blinked, and then cleared her throat. "Ah, that does make things easier!" She exclaimed in a wonderfully silky voice, and then shot another grin at Rachel. "Now what was I saying? Oh, right." She stepped back from the now very stunned diva and dipped a low bow at the waist. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Quinn'Ora or Quinn if you prefer, and I am but a humble servant of the lamp you now possess. And by that," a smirk appeared, "I now serve you."
The pieces were now coming into place. "Wait a second…you mean you're a—-a genie?" She asked, incredulous that this gorgeous girl was a genie.
Quinn nodded. "Indeed I am, Mistress."
A glint suddenly appeared in Santana's eyes, having been quiet for the past few minutes. "Hold up. You're actually a for-real-wish-granting-'your wish is my command'-genie?"
Quinn turned with an annoyed look at the Latina. "Yes, though I don't see what business it is of yours."
Santana smiled evilly and turned to the other cheerleaders. "Grab that lamp!"
They all charged at the pair, and Rachel suddenly had the good sense to shout "I wish I was at home!"
Quinn snapped her fingers. "Granted!"
Another whoosh, another cloud of smoke, a feeling of her stomach rolling up, and quick as a wink, genie and girl were now in the same butter yellow room that Rachel had been in that morning.
The singer groaned and flopped onto the bed, careful of the lamp. "Oh, thank Moses."
Then she openedher eyes to see Quinn lying on her side, head propped up on her hand, grinning from ear to ear.
"…so you're a genie." She stated.
Quinn nodded. "Yup."
"And…do I have two wishes left now?"
The genie shook her head. "Nope, that's just to keep people from bothering genies too much. But I'll grant whatever you want, and whenever you want. However," she held up a finger, "I have a few stipulations."
Rachel stood up, walked over to her desk, placed the lamp on it, and turned to face Quinn who reclined with her hands behind her head. "What would…those be?"
"Rule number one: I can't kill anyone. So don't ask. Rule number two: I can't make anyone fall in love with anybody else. Rule number three: I can't bring people back from the dead. It's disgusting and I don't like doing it."
Thoughts of an eviscerated Coach Sylvester and a lovesick Finn Hudson vanished quickly. "Oh. But anything else?"
Quinn reached over and picked up the picture of Rachel and her fathers, studying it. "Pretty much."
Rachel rubbed her chin. 'Hmm…this could work to my advantage. But wait…'
"What about…what about that-that kiss?" She asked.
Quinn looked up from the picture. Again, that devious smirk appeared as she got up, placing the picture back where it was.
"Well, let me just say that…I wasn't kidding when I said I'd never had such a cute mistress before." She drawled, sauntering over to the diva. "I-huh-what-but-I-but—but we've only just met!" She sputtered, feeling her heart go into overdrive as the genie was now in her personal space.
Quinn grinned evilly. "Oh come now, mistress. Haven't you ever heard of love at first sight?"
Rachel gulped. Oh, dear, this was going to be interesting.
So whatcha think, lovelies?
