Smokes Chapter 7: Operation FaBerry is a go, a glee fanfic

Another Chapter and much sooner =D yay for smart phones!

Thanks to all those who read and review. It means a lot to many writers when you do.

Reminder: This story is AU and it will go how I want it =p

As always Glee is not mine idk if I put it in the last chapter. Whatev.

Rachel POV

Clink... 'What is that noise?' I think as I turn over burying my face into my pillow.

Clink... 'There it is again.' I groan as I sit up. My phone vibrates repeatedly on my nightstand.

Get up LezBerry and look out your window. -S

"What?" I wonder out loud as I pull myself from my bed. Its 10 minutes before my alarm so I shut it off.

The sun is slightly peaking over the houses as I open the blinds.

I'm surprised at who is sitting under my window with one hand filled with rocks and the other poised to throw another one.

"What Lucy?" I say slightly agitated and hurt.

"I wanted to say how sorry I am for yesterday. I was stupid and quite a few people have told me so. So I wanted to sing you a song to show you how I feel. Please just listen." She pleads. I cross my arms and nod once.

She drops the rocks and turns on the keyboard she is behind.

The intro to 'If I Ain't Got You' comes on before Quinn's smoky voice enters the still air of morning.

Some people live for the fortune

Some people live just for the fame

Some people live for the power yeah

Some people live just to play the game

Some people think that the physical things

Define what's within

And I've been there before

But that life's a bore

So full of the superficial

Some people want it all

But I don't want nothing at all

If it ain't you baby

If I ain't got you baby

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you

She looks into my eyes. I can feel here conveying all that she feels for me. Everything we shared over the summer is coming back. Tears fill the corners of my eyes.

Some people search for a fountain

That Promises forever young

Some people need three dozen roses

And that's the only way to prove you love to them

Hand me the world on a silver platter

And what good would it be

With no one to share, with no one who truly cares for me

I choke back a sob as I see the tears glisten and roll down her cheeks, dropping to the keyboard.

Some people want it all

But I don't want nothing at all

If it ain't you baby

If I ain't got you baby

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you, you, you

She looks up at me again and smiles. I smile shyly back.

Some people want it all

But I don't want nothing at all

If it ain't you baby

If I ain't got you baby

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you

If I ain't got you with me baby

Nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing

If I ain't got you with me baby.

When she finishes the tears that were brimming my eyes fall freely.

"Rach. I know I got a long ways to go before you can forgive me but I promise that I will make it up to you and show you that I do want to be with you. That I love you. And will love you more than Finn ever can. I'll give you some time. But expect me to show you my love all through school. Operation FaBerry is a-go." With that she picks up the keyboard and struts to her silver Camero.

I chuckle as I close my blinds.

"Wait. Operation Faberry? What in the name of Barbra Streisand is that?" I glance at the clock and see that it is almost time for my shower. I glance at my elliptical and shrug. It can wait a day.

QRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQR Q

Everyone is being oddly nice to me today as I enter the school building, even the cheerleaders are smiling and saying good luck.

I am completely baffled until I turn the corner and see my locker is covered in paper hearts and roses taped all around it.

'Q loves R' is on the largest heart in the middle. I blush because she is being so open about this.

"Rach!" I turn and gulp.

'This will not end well.' I mutter as I brace myself and turn around

"To what do I owe this pleasure Finn?" I put on my best smile.

"What the hell is all this?" He asks, his brows wrinkle in confusion. I glance at the locker and blush.

"Quinn is showing me that she is a changed woman and that she will be with me and only me. She isn't thinking about herself and what she..."

"Oh bull shit Rachel! Grow up. Quinn is the same as she has been for the last 4 years! A bitch. She doesn't love you! Her and Santana are just messing with you! I am the only on who will love you and when you see that I'll be right here waiting for you to apologize." He yells before storming off.

"Puta." I turn to the culprit when I see Brittany smiling down at me.

"Brittany you do know that.."

"Yeah, I've know San forever I know what the cuss words are. I see that operation FaBerry is going good."

I stare at the bubbly blonde and right before I open my mouth to question her, the loud speaker comes on.

The beginning to "The Only Exception" by Paramore starts to play.

"Bring her now Britt Britt." We hear Santana say over the loud speaker.

Britt grabs my hand and leads me to the auditorium.

The along the way I hear Quinn begin to sing the beginning verse.

{Verse 1}

When I was younger

I saw my daddy cry

And curse at the wind

He broke his own heart

And I watched

As he tried to reassemble it

And my momma swore that

She would never let herself forget

And that was the day that I promised

I'd never sing of love

If it does not exist

But darlin'

We enter the auditorium just as her and Santana start the chorus.

{Chorus}

You are the only exception

I slowly make my way toward the front with Brittany close behind, swinging our hands and smiling. I smile back, but for a brief second because I catch Quinn's eyes in an intense gaze.

{Verse 2}

Maybe I know, somewhere

Deep in my soul

That love never lasts

And we've got to find other ways

To make it alone

Or keep a straight face

And I've always lived like this

Keeping a comfortable, distance

And up until now

I had sworn to myself that I'm content

With loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk.

I am awestruck at how amazing Quinn and Santana and look together. Quinn is wearing a red men's button up with black skinny jeans. Santana is wearing something similar except it's a black button up and red skinny jeans.

I never knew that Quinn could play all these instruments. She is strumming away at the guitar not breaking her gaze with me.

Mike is sitting behind the drums playing. And Santana is singing background with Tina and Mercedes. Sam is strumming away on the bass guitar.

Brittany, who was right beside me, walks up the stage and takes her place next to Santana, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.

{Chorus}

You are the only exception

{Instrumental and Drums}

I smile as Quinn shakes her head along with the instrumental, then giggle slightly as she tosses her head back to remove her hair from her face and continues to sing.

{Bridge}

I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't

Let go of what's in front of me here

I know you're leaving in the morning, when you wake up

Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

Ooh Ooh...

Quinn moves close to the edge of the stage. I quickly walk to meet her halfway.

{Chorus}

You are the only exception

[X2]

She jumps off and walks toward me, never letting her eyes leave mine.

And I'm on my way to believing

Oh, and I'm on my way to believing.

She finishes her strumming and strokes my cheek.

" You... Only you... Always you." She says quietly but I hear it loud and clear. She wipes a stray tear from me and kisses my nose. I blush deeply and stroke her arm.

"This is operation FaBerry?" She chuckles slightly.

"It's not over yet. I have so much more to do for you."

"Quinn. You don't have..."

"I want to. I need to show you how much you mean to me." She says with such sincerity it makes me well up with tears again.

"Okay. Show me what you got then."

Our moment is broken by Mercedes.

"Uh guys as much as I hate to break up this love fest but Brittany and Satan just went behind the curtain and I'm sure if we don't leave now it's gonna get very triple x rated in here."

I blush again but we all nod our heads and quickly make our way to the exit. Not before we here Santana.

"I'll get you back for that comment 'Cedes!" We laugh and close the auditorium door.

Quinn walks me to my locker, pulling off one of the roses.

"Do you know the meaning of a red rose?" She asks sniffing the bud. I shake my head no.

"Well people have different interpretations of it. It can range from love, beauty, courage and respect , to romantic love, congratulations , "I love you", "job well done", sincere love, and passion. I looked it up." She says blushing.

"That's beautiful. But why is there an uneven number? Why not get a dozen?"

"There were. The 12th is for something later." She winks.

"Eleven roses signify the receiver is truly and deeply loved." The bell rings as she kisses my cheek and saunters off.

"Have a smoke with me during lunch yeah?" She calls not looking back. I nod even though she can't see me. I know she knows I'll be there.

I open my locker and out falls a single rose and piece of paper.

'A single rose show the utmost devotion.'

On the other side is an acceptance letter to NYU addressed to Lucy Fabray.

'I am devoted to you and only you.' is scrawled at the top.

The tears I held back in the auditorium fall from my face.

I hold the letter close. I can't wait for lunch.

AN: as always review.. or not. Hope you liked... feel free to PM or comment with suggestions. Til later...

-NerdyLyssa