A/N: This is not my idea. I just watched the 17 Again again, and I found it was hard for me not to write a Faberry fiction based on its plot!
Summary: Rachel, the captain of the Glee club, and Quinn, the head cheerleader, were the golden couple back to their high school. They were popular and happy. However, Quinn got pregnant with Rachel's baby when she was 17. Rachel gave up her chance of college and scholarship all together in the National competition to support her girlfriend and to start a family with her. G!P implication.
Rank: T
Warning: G!P Rachel, only for the brief implication for the teen pregnancy, not smut.
Time: 2012
Location: New York
Event: National
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlight people
Don't stop
The girl standing in the front the mirror in the hotel choir room sang her heart out and smiled when she took a bow, because she knew she nailed it perfectly, just like always.
A single applause echoed in the empty room.
"Rachel, save something for the match."
"I'm just warming up, Mr. Schue." Rachel fleshed a hundred-watt show face toward the teacher in a shining vest with curly hair.
"Just talked to the A.O. from NYADA. She's coming tonight. You sing the opening solo. I know you're capable of. She's prepared to offer you a full scholarship. Free ride to your dream school, and the world's your oyster, kid."
Will Schuester smiled at his most successful club member and patted on her shoulder before handing her a bottle of water.
"Thanks, Mr. Schue," Rachel grinned and passed the microphone to him.
"All right, New Direction!" Will Schuester raised his voice to call the attention of other glee club members from William McKinley High School, Ohio. "Let's gather up. Picture time. Try not to break the camera."
All the members just finished shopping and changed back into costume to take the picture.
"We gotta hang on. Britt's not here yet," said Rachel, looking around for the bubbly blonde.
"Who cares? The girl even couldn't find the way back to the hotel," said one of the stand-up members with a sneer.
Rachel's face fell and replied without looking at the annoying boy, "That doesn't matter, because she's part of the team."
"Sorry I'm late! Sorry I'm late," shouted someone from the doorway.
A tall blonde in a bright yellow duck suit tripled herself on the ground, earning sneers from the team.
"I was trying to convince a baby duck in the central park that dolphins are actually gay sharks!" The tall blonde girl beamed excitedly at Rachel and tried to explain to everyone.
Rachel quickly jumped to the girl's side, interrupting her. "Um, Britt, Britt, look, I'm your best friend, all right, and I'll always have your back. However, there's only so much I can do when you show up in a Cosplay suit."
She helped to change the blonde into her costume.
"Hey, Rachel, how about you and Brittany join us for this picture."
"Yep. Yep. Just one sec."
She pushed Brittany back in line after the blonde got rid of the duck suit.
The camera man directed, "Give the wheel boy the sign, please. Here we are. Nice guys. Scoot up in back."
Rachel settled in the center of the group with Brittany right beside her and put on her best show face.
"Yeah. Let's do it." The camera man lifted his camera. "Three, two, one."
Flash.
The popular band was playing on the stage and the crowd was moving along with the music.
Rachel stuck her head out of the red curtain and searched for the one and only person she cared about. She glanced over the audience and spotted her coach was sitting next to an African American woman, who was nodding, agreeing on something Will Schuester said. She kept scanning until Brittany slapped her on the ass and sent her out on the stage.
The crowd stopped chatting all of the sudden and started to hoot for her to join the band after they recognized their future star was on the stage.
The leading singer of the band winked and beckoned for her to come forward. Someone from the back stage sent her a microphone.
She smiled confidently and started to perform.
I don't wear designer clothes
I don't go to the finest schools
But I know I ain't no fool o-baby
I may not be a star
I'm not driving the sickest car
But I know I can make u happy baby
I don't know what you been used to
Never been with a girl like you
But I can give you a love that's true to
Your heart not material things
I'll give you my song,
These words to you
Sing you what I feel
My soul is true
I don't have the world
Can't give it to you girl
But all that I can do
All that I can do
Is give this song to you
As soon as she started singing, she spotted the girl of her dream. The girl in the yellow camisole and white sundress under, who were shyly waving at her and smiling the smile only for her, in the aisle among the audience. She was supposed to be in the cheerleading squad party with her cheerleaders to celebrate their winning of the National, but here she was, listening to her girlfriend's singing competition to support her, like always.
Could life be more perfect? Being the most popular kid in the school, being to New York three times representing the school, being going to the best arts school with scholarship with the most beautiful head cheerleading girlfriend in New Haven.
Yeah, I know you are blessed
But there's something you are missing
Yeah your own melody
Oh baby
I'll give you my heart
my soul, my voice baby（give this song to you）
oh I can't say I'm singing (give this song to you）
Oo oo oo ah (give this song to you）
When she finished the last note, the crowd went crazy and shouted Rachel's name in union.
She blew a kiss on her hand and drew a heart with her two arms in the air and finished as a bow, and then she lifted her right hand to make an "L" shape using her thumb and index finger over her head.
"This is for my angel over there, Lucy Quinn Fabray, who came all the way from Ohio to see my performance here!" Rachel shouted through her microphone.
The audience shifted and looked back to see the girl standing in the aisle, shyly waving her hand.
The band stopped playing, and people's attention was captured by the host appeared from the backstage again, checking the microphones for one last time.
Rachel took the chance to jump off the stage, greeting her girlfriend.
She kept getting tapped and high-fives when she ran all the way to her girlfriend.
She beamed automatically, when she stopped in front of Quinn to hold her up tightly for a hug. She inhaled in the perfume and natural scent of her girlfriend, spinning her around in the air, with a huge face-splitting grin.
"Oh, hey, there's my girl." Rachel put Quinn down on her feet. Although her hands were shaking like mad, one small touch from the blonde instantly calmed her down. She was her anchor after all.
"I'm glad you're here, Lucy. This whole Scout thing has me wicked nervous. I just feel like my whole future's riding on this show."
Quinn looked at the childish excitement on her girlfriend's face, nodding and smiling. There was no word to describe how proud she felt for the brunette. She witnessed the diva go through all the hardship and hardworking, and then here she was.
"Yeah. Yeah, I know how you feel." Quinn tried her best to stay cheerful, but she could only squeeze a sad smile.
Rachel kept glancing back and forth between her girlfriend and the stage. Even though she was extremely excited about the performance, she still sensed the unease on her girlfriend's face. "Yeah? Is everything…? Everything's cool, right?"
"Oh, yeah." Quinn kept shaking her head, but there were tears threatening to drop in her beautiful hazel eyes. "Everything's totally copacetic."
"Totally?" Rachel raised her eyebrows—she totally got that from Quinn—and was genuinely concerned.
"Totally." Quinn frowned yet nodded.
"Rachel Berry!" Mr. Schue found her sneak out of the backstage to meet Quinn and beckoned her to go back to the team. They were the first to perform, and Rachel was the opening solo.
"I gotta go. See you," said Rachel tenderly. She kissed Quinn on her pale cheek fondly.
Rachel ran back a few steps and stopped. She turned around to do her token gesture again only for her girl. She lifted her right hand to make an "L" shape using her thumb and index finger over her head. When Rachel first came up with this gesture, she was so thrilled that she could find a trademark that represented the three things composing her world: love, glee, and Lucy Quinn Fabray.
However, when Rachel saw the forced smile and the weak hand wave of the blonde, her smirk disappeared, and she went back to her girlfriend's side.
"You okay?"
Quinn was avoiding her eyes, hands holding up protectively around her stomach.
"I.. um…" Quinn opened her mouth and tried to tell everything to the brunette, who had all the caring for her writing on her face. But when she looked at the shining stage and the cheering crowd, she hesitated and closed her eyes for a brief moment before saying, "You know. We can talk about it later."
"No. Just tell me," Rachel insisted.
Quinn was desperate, trying to smile to comfort her girlfriend and sent her back to the stage where she belonged. "It's your big night. Go enjoy it."
"I can't enjoy it unless you tell me what's going on," said Rachel with the deadly serious face without an ounce of joking mood.
Quinn almost forgot how stubborn Rachel could be.
"Okay." Quinn signed and gave up. She pressed her lips into a hard line, thinking about how to phrase the situation. She rocked her body on her tiptoes and opened and closed her mouths a few times, frowning deep when she looked at the bright chocolate eyes full of love and commitment.
Maybe this was not as bad as she thought. They could make it work, and they could go through this.
Quinn took a deep breath, trying not to break down in front of Rachel, when she told her the news.
"I'm pregnant."
Rachel felt as if the world went mute, and there was an endless back hole just sucking everything in under her feet. She couldn't believe what she had heard. Her version started to blur, and her throat became paper-dry. She indistinctly heard Quinn was telling her something, but she couldn't hear her clearly, and she couldn't make out the words. She pulled away, when someone tried to touch her. She didn't need comfort right now. She stumbled toward the stage, and the world kept spinning around. This is literarily the end of the world.
She ran her hands furiously through her hair, but too many emotions were running through too fast to catch, and too many thoughts were rushing through too confusing to think.
"Let's welcome the New Direction from William McKinley High School, Ohio!"
Someone handed Rachel a microphone and pushed her onto the stage. The spotlight was so bright that it was haunting her.
The piano started, and the crowd was cheering, but she couldn't hear a sound.
Everything started to move in slow motions. Instinctively, Rachel held the microphone up to her mouth and opened her mouth, but no sound came out of her. She glanced frantically from the noisy crowd, to her coach who was shouting her name to wake her up, to the A. O. who was looking at her disapprovingly with a frown. She knew she missed the note.
The prelude restarted again.
She glanced back to the crowd and spotted the blonde was walking fast to the exit. Quinn stopped in front of the door for a moment and turned around to look at Rachel on the stage. They locked their eyes, and then Quinn broke their eye contact with an exhausted look and turned around. Just like that, she pushed through the heavy door and disappeared from the brunette's view.
Until the very moment did Rachel knew what the blonde really meant to her. Her smile was the only color that lighted up her life; her voice was the only reason that she kept holding on and moving forward fearlessly; her touch was the only flame that drove away the darkness in her heart; she was the only person she needed and everything she had ever wanted. When the moment the door shut behind the blonde, her world collapsed. The show was over. That was the end of the light, hope, happiness, and love.
Realizing what she was giving up, Rachel straightened her body with a determined look. Screw the school and the show! I have to save my love, my world, and… my family.
Rachel threw the microphone away and jumped off the stage to chase after the love of her life. When she was running, she smiled, because she knew she was doing the right thing. Follow your heart, and you will achieve your dream.
She didn't need to look back to see the shock on Brittany's face, the disappointment on her coach's face, and the rejection letter that would be sent to her email box two days later. All of those did not matter.
She pushed through the door and ran as fast as she could, hoping she wasn't too late. Then, she saw her.
"Lucy, hey, Lucy, wait!" shouted Rachel, rushing toward the girl ahead her. She slipped and nearly fell over in her costumes, but she caught her balance— thanks god for her dancing practice over years—and stopped the blonde effectively. Well, startled her for the most part, but still…
"Hey, hey. Hey, what are you doing?"
Quinn covered her mouth with both of her hands to stifle her scream due to the brunette's sudden appearance. "Rachel, what are you doing?"
"Look," Rachel still struggled to catch her breath, but she pushed her arms on the wall at each side of Quinn's head, trapping the blonde between her and the wall and said, "you and me, we're in this together, okay?"
"But the solo, the competition." Quinn was shaking her head desperately, and it pained Rachel to see the trail of tears on her cheeks due to her irresponsible reaction early. "That's your future. You have…"
"No, the baby's my future," argued Rachel, not letting Quinn had the chance to finish her sentence.
"That's crazy." Quinn was so touched, but she couldn't do this to her. She would be selfish if she asked her to throw away everything, after everything she had been through.
"You're my future," whispered Rachel, trying desperately to catch the dodging eyes of the blonde.
When Quinn looked at those chestnut eyes, she found nothing but love and loyalty. She realized how much she loved this girl, who could give up everything for her. She cried. No matter how hard it was to say no to the brunette, no matter how much she wanted to just throw herself at the brunette and let her comfort her and tell her everything would be okay, she shook her head, trying to escape out of Rachel's safe bubble, made by her arms and warmth. "No, Rach. I can't let you throw this all away. I won't let you…"
She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence, when a pair of hot lips sealed her mouth with both passion and tenderness, pouring all her love and sweetness in to the kiss of promise.
Quinn knew. They both knew they were okay, and everything was okay from that breathless kiss.
"Lucy, I know this may sound cliché, but would you do me the honor of being my wife?" said Rachel with one kneel down on the floor. It was awkward due to the costume, but Rachel loved dramatic effect and Quinn loved simplicity, so that was romantic indeed.
"Yes," said Quinn shyly, biting her bottom lip.
Rachel held Quinn up and span her around over and over again, laughing like a five-year-old child getting her favorite Christmas gift.
"I wish our baby would have your eyes." Rachel caressed the blonde's abdomen after putting Quinn down to the floor carefully.
"I love your eyes better, bright and warm, and I wish our baby could have your voice."
"I love your voice better, especially when you scream my name, babe."
"That was highly inappropriate." Quinn smacked the brunette playfully at her arm.
Rachel stole a kiss from Quinn before smirked.
"But you love it."
"I love you, Rachel Barbra Berry."
"I love you too, both of you, Lucy Quinn Fabray and little Faberry baby."
Song 2 You by Victrious Cast