Hey everyone! So this is an idea for a Faberry fic that I've had for a while. I was inspired by .com/post/20689219974/santana-and-artie-have-great-news-for-quinn, so I must give credit to this genius who made the gifs. This is just the prologue, stay tuned for Chapter 1. Thanks for being a reader! Don't forget to review!
"Good news Q."
Santana strut into the room, making knowing eye contact with Artie as he rolled his way from behind the piano. She clutched what looked like a small black tape recorder in her fist. Santana tossed her sleek ponytail, her smile deepening as she held up the recorder.
Quinn felt her stomach drop. She was breathless, looking quickly from Santana to Artie and back.
"A-Are you serious?" She stammered, her palms sweaty around the pencil she had been using just before. When Santana smirked and nodded slowly, Quinn narrowed her eyes. If this was a joke, it wasn't funny.
"Trust us." Artie glanced at Quinn. She could see the honesty glowing in his eyes, but she barely believed him. Santana sighed and strolled over to Quinn, "Yes, I know you can't always trust me, but we are both into girls right?" She shrugged, tossing the tape recorder in Quinn's direction, "Here's the proof you wanted."
Quinn picked up the recorder tentatively, laying down her pencil on the paper she had been scribbling on. Finding that her own hands were trembling, she turned to Santana and squeaked, "Can you play it?"
Santana rolled her eyes and picked up the tape recorder, "I don't know what you are so nervous. Here you go, your dream come true." She slammed down the play key, and Quinn sat up in her chair with newfound hope.
"Come on, just admit it hobbit!"
"Santana…what do you want from me?"
Quinn's breath caught in her throat. Rachel's voice sounded strained, worried, almost as if she was about to cry. Quinn didn't want to hear the mini brunette when she sounded like this, and she found her hands had clenched into tight fists.
"Berry, I know where your loyalties lie. If you say that you are in love with Frankenteen, you are a dirty liar. I've seen the way you look at her, and by her, you damn well know who I'm talking about."
"FINE! Fine, I'll admit it…" Rachel's voice rose, shaking as it did.
"I'm in love with Quinn."
