Credit to Glee and the Notebook all go the writers. I own nothing, just the idea of putting these two together.
"You alright, Mrs. Fabray?" the nurse asked, standing in the doorway as she looked to he patient.Smiling, she continued to stare out the window, sighing softly. "Today's going to be a good day," she said in a soft voice, before turning to face the nurse. "I can feel it."The nurse laughed, shaking her head as she handed Quinn her pills. "You say that everyday."She smiled, winking at her before looking back out the window. "I just have a feeling, Marina."Quinn shook her head, sighing. "Whatever you say, you old lady."Turning around, she made her way out the door, patting Marina on her shoulder. "Am I ever wrong?"Making her way down the halls and pass the assorted rooms, Quinn finally reached the room she wanted. Fixing the headband in her hair, Quinn ran a hand down her clothes, fixing her dress and cardigan before looking into the room. She smiled softly, walking in, only to be greeted by yet another nurse."I don't think today's a good day. She doesn't seem like she's up for anything.""Shouldn't I decide that?"Quinn chuckled a bit, seeing the surprise on the nurse's face. She must be new, because Rachel's attitude seemed to always surprise the new people. Not Quinn though, never her."Miss Rachel, this is Miss Fabray. She came to read to you," the nurse said with a soft smile, looking to the petite girl who sat on her bed.Biting her bottom lip, Rachel ran a hand through her hair, looking away from the pair. "I... I don't know.""Oh, you'll like her. She's real funny, and sweet."Quinn smiled to Rachel as she looked up, winking. Rachel grinned, seeing Quinn do that. "Alright... I'm sure it wouldn't be too painful."Walking her down the halls, the pair ended up in a room of windows that let the sunlight in, but it wasn't too hot, not at all. There were some chairs as well, and after Rachel took a seat, Quinn sat opposite of her, smiling as she grabbed her glasses that hung from her dress. Sliding the on, she sighed, opening a black notebook she had been carrying in her hand. "Now, where were we?"Rachel bit her bottom lip, looking rather puzzled and confused as if she were trying to recall."Oh yes, the night of the carnival. Rachel was there with her friend, Finn and Brittany-""Rachel?""That's where they met. June 5th, 1940. Rachel was 17 years old..."
"Man, I so killed that game."
Quinn rolled her eyes, sighing a bit. "Whatever you say, Hudson."
"No, seriously! They're fixed so I can't win," Finn said angrily as he was tossed a small; pink teddy bear that fit snug into his hand.
Quinn laughed, sighing a bit. "Shut up Finn, you're so stupid."
Walking down the dirty road, they came across the bumper car, leaning over the rail as they watched everyone hit each other. Finn lit a cigarette, taking in a breath before releasing it and holding it between his index finger and thumb. Quinn eyed a girl, a bright, happy smile as she was crashed into by one of her friend.
"Who's that?" She asked, not taking her eyes off her.
"Who?"
"That girl. The one with the black hair and brown eyes, the one with Santana. Do you see her?"
"Oh, her? Her name's Rachel Berry. She's here for the summer with her family. Her dad? He has more money than god himself, I think," Finn said with a small chuckle, taking another drag of the cigarette.
Just then, Santana looked over, smiling and waving brightly. "Hey Finn!"
Finn put on a smile, holding the small bear and showing it to her. "Look, S. I won you a prize."
Their happy squeals back and forth seemed to fade into the background to Quinn as her eyes locked on Rachel. Bright eyes and a happy smile, she looked to be the prize of any girl. Her hair flowed over her shoulders, curly like most girls, but yet it still held independence from the typical. Just one look and Quinn was head over heels.
As the pair of girls stepped out and away from the ride, arms linked, Quinn watched them. Making his way over, she smiled, looking down to the girl.
"Wanna dance with me?" Quinn asked a sly smile on her lips.
"No." Rachel said plainly, not showing any emotion really to the question.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to."
Two guys over her shoulder appeared, leaning over the two girls. "Hey, Quinn, she's with us?"
"Hey, Rachel, want to ride the Ferris wheel?" one of the guys asked, smiling down to her.
"I'd love to," she responded, looking directly at Quinn, smiling brightly as she walked past her with the other man's arm linked in hers.
Quinn stayed still, her shoulder being bumped by the man who had asked Rachel to accompany him, a bit of a glare setting on her face for a moment. Just then, she turned around, that sly smile coming to her lips again as she noted Rachel looking back to her.
"Quinn Fabray.," Santana said, turning Rachel back around.
"What?" Rachel asked, confused with a piece of cotton candy in her mouth.
"She works down by the river with Finn, catching fish for the market."
"Oh," Rachel said nonchalantly, looking over her shoulder once more before turning back to Santana. "Did you see how she was two inches from my face?"
Santana smiled, giggling a bit. "That's Quinn though, you know?" She looked over to Quinn, seeing her still watching them as they made their way closer to the Ferris wheel. "But you need to get it, its how Quinn is. I'm actually a bit surprised she even came over..." Turning to her, she grinned, winking. "Maybe she likes you."
Rachel rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "You're stupid, shut up Santana."
When they were finally at the Ferris wheel, Quinn watched them, watching as Rachel and the man whom she didn't know chatted. However, she saw the glance that Rachel made to her. It was admiring, and whether or not Rachel wanted to admit it, Quinn saw that she wanted her. Not letting another moment pass, Quinn raced over to the Ferris wheel, jumping on and sitting next to Rachel.
"Hey, you can't do that!" the wheel mechanic called.
"I'll pay you when I get off, Richie!" Quinn called down before turning to Rachel. "Hi, I'm Quinn Fabray," she said with a grin, extending her hand.
"Hey, who is this?" the man said, glaring over Quinn's shoulder to look at Rachel.
"I don't know, Quinn Fabray?"
"I would really like to take you out."
"Fabray, do you mind?"
The mechanic stopped the Ferris wheel, glaring up as Quinn. "Hey, Fabray, you can only have two people in a chair!"
"Alright, Richie!" Sitting up, Quinn jumped from the seat, grabbing onto one of the bars of the Ferris wheel, turning to face Rachel. "Will you go out with me?"
"No!" Rachel shouted, looking to Quinn, obviously freighted and pissed off at the same time.
"No?"
"No!"
"No?"
"She said no, Quinn, don't you get it?" the man said with a glare, arm resting behind Quinn on the cool metal of the seat.
"Why not?" Quinn asked a small frown on her lips.
"I don't know, because I don't want to?"
"Well... You leave me nothing else to do then," Quinn said, sighing a bit. She let a hand drop from the bar, dangling herself there. Rachel screamed, covering her mouth.
"Quinn, stop fucking around with her and get down from there!" Santana shouted up, sitting with Finn a few cars down.
"I'm going to ask you one more time, will you go out with me?"
Rachel stared at Quinn, still frozen in fear from her slipping. "Oh god, my hand's slipping," she said, loud enough for Rachel to hear.
"Okay, okay. I'll go out with you, okay?"
"No, no... No need to do me any favors, alright?"
"No, I want to."
"What?" the man asked confused as ever by the current situation.
"Say it."
"I want to go out with you."
"Say it again," Quinn said with a grin, looking at the obviously pissed Rachel.
"I want to go out with you!" Rachel shouted, hands balling into fists.
"Well alright then," Quinn said, reaching up to the bar and gripping it with her other hand that had been dangling.
Rachel rolled her eyes, laughing a bit. "You think you're so smart, don't you?"
"That wasn't funny, Fabray! You could have killed yourself!" Santana shouted, Finn only chuckling as he wrapped and arm around her.
"Don't worry, S. I'll take care of this," she called down to her, grinning as she grabbed onto Quinn's slacks, unbuckling the belt.
"What're you doing?" she asked, wide eyed as what she was doing.
Unbuttoning and unzipping them, Rachel pulling them down, only to reveal Quinn's underwear. However, hers was unlike what most of the girl's wore. She wore guy underwear, but she seemed unashamed by that fact. She seemed more ashamed that she had just been pantsed while hanging from a Ferris wheel.
"Oh god," she said softly, closing her eyes in embarrassment as a soft blush filled her cheeks.
Laughter from Finn, Santana, Rachel, and the man erupted as Quinn's blush deepened, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
"Not so cocky now, are you?" Rachel asked arms crossed over her chest.
Looking up to her, Quinn sighed. "Oh, I'll get you back, don't you worry about that, Berry."
"Oh, well... Maybe you will, maybe you won't," Rachel said with a shrug, winking to the dangling Fabray in front of her.