Title: It's just a name right?
Summary: Charlie Fabray doesn't like to be called Charlotte.
Pairing: Fafaberry lets just say that Charlie, Quinn & Rachel is involved
Disclaimer: I'm not as lucky as RIB to call these characters my own, however Charlie is proudly own by Faberryans of Tumblr.
Author's Note: This is my very first fic, please be brutally honest with me, I want to really learn from my mistakes and with your help by way of Reviews, I can get better. :)
I hated my name 'Charlotte Fabray', it sounded so preppy and bitchy, and it wasn't who I was at all. I preferred the name Charlie; cool, calm, collected Charlie; and that's what everyone called me, well almost everyone. My mom, twin sister, friends, family, all called me Charlie, all but my girlfriend.
"Why does it matter if I call you Charlotte baby?"
Rachel asked rhetorically,
"I know you think 'Charlotte' is a preppy name, but that's not you. You're my Charlotte, my sweet Charlotte who always stands by me"
"I know this already, I just can't stand the name, I countdown the days till my 18th birthday when I can legally change that name without parental consent."
"It's just a name darling, it does not define you, just like all those names your sister and her friends have for me, 'Man-hands, RuPaul, Treasure trail' that's not me is it? Do I have Man-hands?"
"My sister and her stupid friends are idiots; those are just silly names that show off exactly how insecure they are about themselves."
With that, Rachel proceeded to show me exactly what those hands were capable of and believe me they were far from manly.
I know Rachel loves me and I would let her call me anything she wants, but how bad was Charlie really? It's actually an easier name than 'Charlotte'; it's so much more approachable. My twin sister "Quinn Fabray", now there's a name suited to the individual. She exudes all the characteristics of the name, brains, power, beauty, and the personification of the Head Bitch in Charge.
Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against my sister, what she does work for her, if she wasn't my twin she'd have been my alter ego that's for sure.
I've only now realized that the beautiful love of my life is beneath me, her hands wrapped loosely around my neck, playing with hair while my lips are latched on her pulse point. I need to stop thinking about names and pay attention to my girlfriend.
In that moment, my hands make their way underneath Rachel's sweater, I resolved, screw names, I kissed my way across her jawline back to her mouth, screw 'Charlotte', she pulls me closer to her, screw 'Charlie', screw 'Man-hands', this is all that matters, scre… "Quinn", yes screw "Quinn", wait what?
It was then I realized that my girlfriend had moaned my twin sister's 'Quinn' name, while I 'Charlie' was kissing her with everything that I am.
I didn't stop kissing her, I would never stop kissing her, I'm sure it was a mistake, after the conversation we were having before, simple slip of the tongue. There's nothing to worry about, I'm Charlie and she's not kissing Quinn, she's kissing Charlie.
Quinn is just a name right?
I never wanted to be called Charlotte as much as I did right then.