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A/N: This is my first Challenge/Prompt Fic: "I have a Prompt challenge for you: can you write a story with a Quinn/Rachel pairing, with a completely different side of both of them, especially Rachel?"
So I hope this is up to your expectations. As I asked about it more in private messages, I'm not allowed to use magic or fantasy which is my challenge/struggle.
I'm actually not sure how long this is going to be. I'm trying for a one shot, but it's looking to be very long, unless I cut points out… It's a head hopper (new for mean in this style but hey practice make perfect right?) slightly as it's told from both Quinn and Rachel's viewpoints...
Asshat of a jackwagon- My niece called me that today. Haha. isn't she precious.
Summary: Rachel Berry is spending her last day of summer vacation visiting Lima Ohio. She meets Quinn Fabray who has decided to spend her summer as a girl named Lucy, What will happen between the two of them?
"You, where the hell did you come from?
You're a different, different kind of fun…"
Kelly Clarkson
Rachel Berry was by no means a bully. She wasn't even mean—at least by her definition of mean—well she wasn't mean to innocent people.
She just didn't like unnecessary conflict. Sure she wouldn't exactly say that she was proud of herself. Sitting in the girls bathroom stall at the park, hiding from her best friend who so happened to find out that her college boyfriend was cheating on her— and three other girls —and felt it was best to hide in the safety of the one place she knew Santana would never look for her.
Hiding made her smart, not mean. Right? Noah and Brody could deal with her wrath. And sure she didn't exactly think this was how she was going to spend her last friday morning and to be totally fair, her day had taken three unpleasant steps backwards all day long. From the moment her younger sister woke her with terrible singing to the moment her father had told her what a disappointment she was to their family— Of course he didn't mean it, that was just the anger talking— and she'd stormed up to her room, slammed the door shut, locked it and then went out the window when Santana started the cliché of throwing pebbles and then larger rocks at it.
Somehow though, she'd ended up here: hiding in a park bathroom, sitting on the back of the toilet with her feet on the closed lid, staring at the walls.
Who does that? She asked herself. Not the sitting or hiding in the bathroom part, but the writing on the stalls part. The graffiti— Again who does that?
'Nearly headless Nick was here' was written and 'occupy my crotch' and 'for a grout time call me baby'
Her favorite though?
The pictures of male genitalia and their measurements with their names and phone numbers underneath. Like some girl would be desperate enough to call.
Rachel snorted. Boys were so stupid sometimes.
She heard Santana shouting outside, followed by Noah's swearing and the raucous laughter that was Brody and tried her best at ignoring them. The numbers helped. There were quite a few in fact and she wondered just how many of them were real. There was only one way to find out. Typing in the first of the numbers she sent the text:
'Wanna meet up? I'll show you a good time.'
She texted the same line to each of the numbers— aside from the one she recognized. She'd have to have a long talk with Noah about that later— and played with her phone as she anticipated the replies.
As she expected, the replies she received were near to none. She'd received eight errors that the number didn't exist and regrettably one 'when and where?' and wrinkled her nose. Immediately blocking that number, she felt a little satisfied in knowing that people weren't really that foolish. Humans could be cruel about this sort of thing. And really? Only deranged psychopaths waited around for stupid girls to give into their curiosity. She could rest easier now knowing people would be safe.
Or so she thought until the number written in bubbly bold ink caught her attention and made her frown.
No name.
No address.
Just a number. Rachel found herself fiddling with her phone as she once again typed in the message and sent it.
'Hey, Wanna meet up? I'll show you a good time.'
"Yo lo matará la próxima vez que le veo así me ayude a Dios— I am about to go and cut this bitch!"
Rachel decided then, that it was about time she intervened, before Santana got herself into more trouble than anything was worth. She left the stall, stepped over to the sink, and admired her reflection before she washed her hands. There were no towels— of course not —so she settled on wiping her hands down the back of her jeans. In the past she would have been appalled at such actions, it was brash, messy and a good way to ruin your clothing. Not to mention it was a bad habit. It begins with water and somehow makes it way to the most messy of foods and before you know it your pants ruined with colorful stains, but she no longer brought herself to care about that.
Before she left the bathroom her phone vibrated. She read the text.
'Depends on if ur goin 2 tak me out 4 coffee 1st. I dnt put out on a 1st date.'
Rachel actually smiled. Not the response she was expecting, but one still entertaining enough. At least it meant that this person wasn't offering more than they should. Though, apparently they were still the type of person who replied back to strangers.
'Is that why you left your number on the wall of a bathroom stall? Near Mckinley High School?' she hit send and tapped her phone impatiently on the sink as she waited for the reply.
When it came it was: 'extly y.'
Rachel frowned. Apparently girls would be stupid about this kind of thing. 'That's very reckless. you know that right?'
Another minute passed and with it came another reply, 'No, tat's y I did it.'
*sighs* — because Rachel always felt it was better to expression emotions this way than with emoticons— *runs fingers through hair* suit yourself then. She replied. It wasn't her business. Why should she have cared if this girl wanted potential rapists and perverts contacting her because she was stupid and reckless? The old Rachel might have tried harder to persuade the stranger. The old Rachel would have probably called and scolded the stranger. But not now. Not this Rachel.
This was NONE of her business.
Nope absolutely not. None. Of. Her. Business.
She would not get any further involved.
At least, that's what she told herself, before she found herself back in the stall, frowning at it. The messages surrounding the number were far more crass than she like to admit. No one deserved to have such unflattering names said about them or their bodies, let alone what perverts wanted to do to said person and their body. Rachel sighed.
Just this once. She thought. Reaching into her bag for some nail polish, she began painting over the number. It was a small motion and she hoped, that if maybe this person saw it after today, it would help make them feel a little safer about themselves. It made her feel better in the end.
When she finished blacking out the number she finally left the bathroom.
As she wandered back to the outside world, Rachel found her friends near the park's benches. Noah and Brody, both equally a safe distance away from Santana, who sat with both legs and arms crossed, her face seething with rage. Rachel approached and Brody met her halfway. His usual plaid shirt was torn open and the white undershirt was stained from the grass.
"How bad is it?" Rachel asked.
"How bad do you think it is?" He replied. Rachel craned her head up and took notice of the cut across his brow trickling blood. "Razors in her hair I swear."
Rachel sighed and retrieved her handkerchief from her pocket before promptly pressing it against the cut. It wasn't too deep, probably caused Santana's ring in the midst of her wild arm waving. The entirety of the situation was less than a surprise honestly. Santana was explosive.
"Never send boys to do a woman's job." Rachel rolled her eyes. "I'll handle this," she made sure he kept pressure on the wound before she left his side and wandered over to Santana.
"Is he okay?" Santana asked before she could say anything.
"You really got to do something about that hair of yours," Rachel said. Santana snorted and their shoulders bumped together when the brunette sat. "He's just a boy, a soul-sucking fiend you know, if I'm being blunt."
Santana laughed. "Of course he is. I'm not even that upset about it." she lied and then motioned to herself, "No way in hell he could handle all of this. His loss."
"Totally." Rachel nodded. "You can do better."
"Can I?" Santana looked at her with an expectant glare. "Okay I get it. I'm a bitch and occasionally violent—"
"—Occasionally?"
"—and sure I take my anger out on the enormous living mannequin that is Brody, but I don't deserve to be treated like a second rate floozy and cheated on."
For a moment it seemed like Santana was generally upset about the outcome, and in that moment, Rachel really felt for the other girl. After all it had been a long time since she, like Rachel, had any type of real connection with anyone.
"Santana…"
"I do the cheating, not the other way around." she flipped her hair over her shoulder. "You knows what kinds of hell I could unleash."
And then she said that.
Rachel smiled. "Yeah, I remember." She thought about what happened to the last boy who cheated on her: Hockey skates ended up where they never should have been able to fit, the authorities were called, and Rachel somehow ended up with Santana in an overnight cell at the police station. "I think if we want to avoid a situation like the last one, it's probably not particularly wise or necessary to put anymore thought in a boy whose three girlfriends just dumped him," she reached up and wiped away the unshed tears gathering in the corner of her friend's eyes.
Santana nodded and released a harsh breath.
"And," Rachel continued, "you know, I'll do anything to help you feel better and get over this total waste of time, asshat of a jackwagon."
Santana rolled her eyes, but smiled just a little. "Hows about yous and me gets our sweet lady kisses on?" Santana looked at her, eyes shimmering with that mischievous glint and she leaned in with expectation. Just like that the situation had shifted.
Rachel laughed and gently pushed her face away. "No, you've been smoking, I can smell it."
"I have a mint you know." Santana purred, "Isn't that a thoughtful gesture?" She leaned in once more and again Rachel gently pushed her away, but she kept her hand pressed against Santana's cheek.
"You have such pretty teeth and you're ruining them," Rachel said, softly tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear.
Santana snorted. "Please, I've only smoked like three times in my entire life, and that's always after I've been cheated on." she drew Rachel's hand from her cheek and pressed her lips to the underside of her palm.
"Gives a new meaning to if, I had a smoke for every time that happened— Oh my god get away from me!" Rachel shot off the bench, jerked her hand away and huffed. Though there was no anger behind it and instead a playful smirk. "You're totally over this dude if you're trying to shove your tongue down my throat, Santana."
"Like I said, his loss. Now shut up and let's get our sweet lady kisses on," Santana was on her like a bloodhound. "It's not like you don't like it." she ghosted her lips against Rachel's.
Despite the roll of her eyes, Rachel grinned when those soft lips feathered kisses along her jaw and throat. She tipped her head back and allowed Santana better access, humming softly before Santana's lips were back against hers.
It was a soft kiss. A brush of lips that hadn't been anything other than pleasant until their lips found that comfortable rhythm. Santana spared no time in kissing her deeper. All it took was a brush of her tongue, and Rachel's lips eagerly parted. The way Santana kissed her always brought a flutter to her chest. Rachel liked kissing she and by the way she found her tongue sucked on, Santana must've felt the same because she pulled Rachel tighter against her and–
"Why exactly do the two of you insist that you're never going to hook up? Especially when it's so freaking hot?" a voice moaned.
Lips came apart; one biting back a smile, the other curling in irritation.
"You're such a freaking tool, Puckerman." Santana snarled. "Literally a pain in my perfectly shaped ass," she looked to Rachel, "Remind me again why we've put up with him?"
"Because you can't live without me babe." Puck said before Rachel could answer. "I'm the Puckasaurus, the Puckzilla, Puckerone a–"
"Lima loser and a pain in my, I'll re-quote, perfectly shaped ass, and yo—"
Rachel stopped listening. Her moment with the 'devil' was over and she drifted away from the arguing pair back towards Brody.
"The children are fighting again, darling wife." He grinned when she reached up to inspect his forehead.
"Yes handsome husband, I'm well aware." Rachel said back. Brody laughed and then hissed when she smoothed her thumb over the gash on his brow. "You okay?"
"Peachy," Brody hugged her, though she kept herself angled in a way so that she was able to take back her cloth and press it back to his head. "I'll live. But you know, I'm thinking we could always just leave them here. You know alone? That way, I could take my darling wife out to eat at the luxurious… what's it called? The pace with the stale as hell bread? Breadstixs?" he asked, Rachel nodded. "Please tell me we're not eating there again."
"As Santana would say, 'who the freaking hell says no to free breadsticks?' " Rachel grinned and added, "yes husband we are." she drew back her cloth and smiled.
"Okay, but without the pain of paying for brats who never seem to have any money?" He pulled Rachel closer by the waist.
Rachel purred. Snaking her arms around his neck she threaded her fingers through his hair. She had to arch up on the tips of her toes to brush her lips against his ear, and whisper, "Children tend to lose control without their parents around. You know that as well as I my sweet husband," and then skipped away. She looked over her shoulder and smiled.
Brody waited a moment. Approximately seventeen seconds before he gave chase and Rachel had only six to turn her skip into a sprint.
Laughing, she dashed past Puck and grabbed hold of Santana's hand, jerking the girl after her. Puck fumbled but he joined Brody exactly three seconds after they had gone.
It was childish. They knew that. But that was exactly why they were doing it, racing around the park shouting 'Catch me if you can,' Rachel was quite fond of the game, because she was the fastest of them.
They split up, she and Santana, Puck and Brody. Brody was a fast on her. Rachel felt his fingers at her waist and had only a mere second to duck away towards the picnic tables. She hurdled over them, then looked over her shoulders to see if he still following. He was, though instead of hurdling over the table like she had, Brody slid underneath them with such flexible ease that she was startled when he continued his speeding towards her.
Rachel yelped and ran towards the nearest tree. So caught up in the game she had no idea there was a person on the other side of is as she turned. What she got was a mere glimpse of fair skin, green eyes and blonde… pink hair?
She collided into a girl.
Rachel tried to catch her, only she managed to trip and they both fell. A forehead banged against hers, her elbow colliding against their knees. And they tangled up in arms, legs, and belongings.
"What the hell?" came the grunt from under her.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry! I should have been paying attention and I wasn't! I didn't even see you there and now your stuff is all over the place!" Rachel scrambled off the girl to gather up her belongings: Books, pencils, papers, photos— nice photos actually: Sunsets, Mountain hills, The Lima Bean— which somehow had been so much appealing on photo then in person— a Los angeles Botanical Garden, The Hollywood sign, Vietnam's Mù Cang Chải, several locations in Venice, Italy, Ashikaga Flower Park, Milford Sound of New Zealand— "These are beautiful." she breathed.
"Thank you." The voice was soft and gentle. "Now, may I have my equipment back?"
"Oh, right, sorry!" Rachel rose to her feet, turned, and felt the breath flow out of her. It was more than a glimpse this time: long blonde hair, bright green eyes, long eyelashes, pink lips and the most perfect nose she had ever seen. "You're beautiful." she blurted.
The girl smiled and muttered another thank you.
Rachel could have sworn her heart skipped. "I didn't hurt you did I?" She continued quickly, finally handing the girl her equipment.
"I think I'll survive," the girl said, peering through her camera towards various areas until her focus fell on Rachel and she heard the distinctive sound of the shutter clicking.
She arched a brow. "Shouldn't you ask before taking my photo?"
The girl peered over her lens and she looked surprised to be asked, like she had already forgotten Rachel was there. She looked away sheepishly. "Of course, Sorry, I couldn't help it… I like your face. It has a unique… quality."
Rachel smiled. "Thank you, your comment is fully welcomed and extremely appreciated," she said brightly. "I like your face too, miss?"
"Lucy," the girl answered.
Rachel smiled. Lucy was a beautiful name, no doubt perfect for the beautiful girl staring back at her with bright eyes and expectation.
"And you are?"
"Rachel," she extended her hand and Lucy took it gently in warm welcome. "So… a photographer? Some of those pictures, do you travel a lot?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I guess so? Up until last year anyway. My parents travel a lot."
"I bet this seems like a terrible place to be suddenly. Lima, Ohio is very small."
"Small's what my parents are into right now," Lucy turned her attention on Rachel. "The thing about a small town though, is that in a year or two you get to know almost everyone. I've never seen you before. Did you just move here?" Lucy asked. She rose her camera and took another picture of Rachel.
Rachel rocked on her feet and shrugged. "Just visiting with some friends," she said. "My parents and younger sister live here. So I'm staying with them until I have to return to school."
"I see. How do you like it so far?" Lucy asked. Again she aimed her camera at Rachel, and she almost felt like she was being interrogated.
"It's alright. It's Quiet, I like the quiet." Rachel answered.
"I know the feeling," Lucy nodded. "I didn't think I would, but it's nice. It gives me a chance to focus on my photography."
Rachel chuckled. "My parents wanted me to help my sister with her studies and focus on mine but–"
"It's summer vacation? Who wants to study right?"
"Exactly." From the corner of her eyes, Rachel caught a glimpse of Brody, colliding with Puck as Sanatana leap away from their path, head tossed back mouth gaping wide in laughter.
Lucy looked over too. "See? Everyone's having fun."
"Well… what about you? What do you like to do?" Rachel asked. "Aside from photography of course.
"I watch a lot of T.V. and spend a lot of time inside when I can afford to. Otherwise," she rose her camera."
Rachel looked at her and rose a brow, "Seriously? We can't have that. Why don't you come hang out with me and my friends," she offered.
"I don't know…" Lucy hesitated. She looked over towards Rachel's friends and back again. She looked hesitant. "I'm not really big on group activities."
"I would welcome your company nonetheless." Rachel gave her a wide smile. One of her trademark smile that always, in the past, got her anything she desired. Lucy was no different. She fidgeted, her eyes looking to and from Rachel like she was battling some difficult decision. "Unless, you have somewhere to be?"
"No..." Lucy shook her head and then nodded. She looked at her watch. "I can stay a little while. What could it hurt?"
"Sweet!" The brunette held out her hand and her smile only grew. "I'll introduce you," she said. Lucy took her hand and Rachel noticed just how smooth and small it felt in comparison to her, as Santana would say when teasing her, 'man-hands' but it's felt nice, familiar, warm and Rachel found herself pulling the other girl along gently before she even allowed Lucy to further reply.
When they returned to her friends, it was upon finding Noah with a face full of dirt and Brody pinned under Santana, who was inspecting her nails as though the boy were her throne.
"Should I even ask?" Rachel said, her lips twitching.
Santana looked up, grinned and said, "I'm like, totally starving. When are we gonna eat?" She looked at Lucy. The smile on her face widened. "Lucy?"
"Santana?" Lucy smiled back just as wide. "Oh my god. How've you been?"
"Shit, no way! Oh my God, this is the last place I expected to see you! When you said you were moving to a small town, I didn't expect this." Santana rose and they hugged. She lifted Lucy in her arms, she was surprisingly strong for being short.
"You know each other?" Rachel asked when they pulled apart.
"Yeah, Rae. Remember that totally smokin' hottie photographer I told you about? Volia!" Santana out stretched her arms, motioning at Lucy with such a wide grin Rachel wondered if it hurt.
"I do remember something being said along those lines," Rachel looked toward Lucy and nodded. "I had no idea she'd be a lot more attractive than you described." she said.
Lucy blushed.
"Yeah well…" Santana shrugged. "You chica's friends now?"
"I hope so," Rachel looked to the boys. "Guys. This is Lucy. Lucy, these are my friends. And since you know Santana already," she gestured towards Brody, "this handsome dude is Brody Weston."
"Nice to meet you, Lucy," He took her hand in welcoming handshake.
"And I'm afraid the one eating dirt, Is Noah Puckerman." Rachel continued, a gesture towards the boy in question.
Puck sprang up, promptly spitting the dirt out of his mouth before he grinned as best he could. He took Lucy by the hand and said, "Call me Puck, babe. And can I just say what a major hottie you are?"
"Um…?" Lucy made a face. "Thanks, I guess?"
"Keep it in your pants Puckerman. She's way out of your league." Santana snorted and added, "Are we still going to Breadstix? I needs to eats before it's too late."
"Mmm, your appetite for disgusting bread never ceases to amaze me." Brody said dryly. He tapped his watch. "She's right though, Puck and I gotta be back before his mom does."
"And while my parents might not care, Abuela will and she'll have my head if I'm out all night. So we gots to go and gets me some free breadstixs befores the night is over." Santana looked at Brody's watch.
"Mmm," Brody clipped her under the jaw and lifted her head towards him, "All those years of school and you still talk like a child. Abuela would be proud." He laughed. Santana shoved him sideways before she graced him with her middle finger.
"I'll catch you another time then, Santana?" Lucy chuckled. She was looking at her watch. "Actually, It's already past four. I have some people to meet for some photo shots."
Rachel hummed. It was too soon to part ways. She wanted, needed more time with the blonde so. Without really understanding why, she said, "Mmm, why don't you boys take Santana to eat. I'd like to keep Lucy company. If you don't mind?" Lucy smiled slightly, and Rachel just didn't want to stop seeing it.
"You'll probably be bored," she said quietly.
Rachel shrugged. "I doubt it."
"You'll probably beat my friends up when you see them."
Rachel gasped dramatically. " Puck I understand, but do I look the type to beat someone up?"
Lucy looked at her, made a face and Rachel wondered what about her appearance made her seem like the possibly—not that she wasn't or couldn't do some serious damage with a book— violent type. Could it be her hair maybe? Clothing?
"You do actually. All of you in fact. If you want to, I don't mind if you come, but just so you know I have a taser," she looked towards Puck as those words slipped past her lips. She looked back at Rachel. "If you throw a punch..." Lucy walked away and Rachel couldn't tell if she was joking or not.
"I like her…" Rachel said when the blonde was well out of hearing range.
"Then you have to hit that, jew babe." Puck groaned. Rachel snorted, then punched him in the chest before she kissed both Santana and Brody on the cheek.
"Maybe I will," she said and she quickly followed the photographer.
There you have it. First full chapter. Hope you all enjoy. Originally, it was going to be one chapter, but it's way too long for that and I don't know about all of you, but I for one, do not like to read extremely long chapters in anything… So I hope you enjoy this short story in parts 3 parts.