Hiya guys, this is written in a slightly different style, no physical fights but all I'm hinting at here is.. SING OFF! Instead of after the Santana/Sam duel, I re-wrote the scenario and people, enjoy Faberry shippers! Finchel shippers, a) really? And b) as if!
I mean, Come on! I might be about as straight as a dodgeball but even Kinsey negative numbers can see Cory Monteith has NOTHING on the absolutely gorgeous Dianna Agron. I'm actually a Naya girl through and through, just because face it, WHOA, but I'm going to stop rambling now. Onwards!
Disclaimer- Unfortunately, don't own glee or any of it's actresses.. Sad face. Still, I love Fleetwood Mack, and I'm refencing Songbird and using I don't want to know from their Rumours album. Stevie Knicks, god or jesus or whoever bless you and your genius. LOVE YOU!
Chapter 2 - Faberry vs. Finchel
"Stop lying to me, Quinn!" Her short blonde hair whipped around to face Finn. "Fine, what do you want me to say, that I love her? Because fine, I love her. I love Rachel Berry. Are you happy now?" He shook his head. "You know what, let her decide. Sing off, in the auditorium, tonight. She will be mine, Finn. I'll never stop fighting for her." An unreadable expression glazed across the taller boy's face. "I know. I'll ask her. See you tonight, Quinn." The blonde threw him a death glare, before twirling out of the gym with a determined look on her face. She reached for her phone, and scrolled down to 'Queen Bitch'. She was going to need Satan's help, god knows that she'd been through this with Brittany.
"What, Fabgay?" Quinn tutted as her best friend greeted her over the phone. "Like you can talk, Lezpez. Oh my god.. Santana Diabla Lopez, are you.. Sweet Jesus you are.." A giggle came over the line, interrupting the soft moans and light smacks, followed by Brittany's voice. "Hey Quinnie. Can you make this quick, 'cause San and I are a little occupied.." Quinn shuddered at what Santana was doing right then, becuase they got graphic enough descriptions in Glee Club from Brittany before the brunette arrived about exactly how good her Latina girlfriend is with her tongue. "Can you keep it in your pants for three seconds!" Tutting came over the line, "You called me, you.. Well not exactly cockblock. Oh, god damn Britt.."
At this point, Quinn gave up, and just rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I'm fighting Finn for Rachel, and I need a song!" She could practically feel the eyebrows raised over the phone, "Quinn, we all know which song. But in case you don't..Britt?" Another giggle. "San! Stop, later! Uh, let me see. My incredibly gorgeous girlfriend sang me songbird from the same album." Santana chose now to butt in."Oh Jesus, Q. Just sing 'I don't want to know'! Now excuse us, but I've got some sweet lady kisses to have here. Go get your girl!" And the line went dead. Typical diva dramatics, the blonde expected no less from Santana, but she had a point. Time to start rehearsing..
That evening - 1 hour after school - The April Rhodes Pavillion at William McKinley High School (what? I'm specific! Hate on haters..)
"Quinn? What are you doing here, Finn said he had something to show me, is he here?" Steadying herself and taking a deep breath, Quinn turned around to look at Rachel. "Rachel, I have to tell you something. The reason you're here, it's me. I...Rachel Barbra Berry, I'm.. I'm in love with you." Instantly, a massive weight lifted from her shoulders, and the blonde found herself able to look straight into the eyes of the girl she just confessed her love to. She was surprised to find a smile, and something else glimmered in the brown eyes that looked back. Could it be, love? 'Could Rachel love me back?' Quinn thought, but just as Rachel opened her mouth to speak, the door swung around and a rather worried looking Finn walked in. Seeing that Quinn and Rachel were already there, he quickly tried to cover his expression with one of confidence, but it fooled no one. "Well, you showed up. I told her, Finn. Get ready, because I'm not giving you up without a fight, Rachel. I love you."
The band begins to play, and the first bar of 'I don't want to know flows over Rachel. As they perform for her, she doesn't really know what to think. It's hard to keep her eyes off of Quinn, and Rachel can finally admit to herself that she lives the blonde too. Santana would have a field day, but right now she didn't care. Quinn was what mattered, to hell with Finn, he was a nice guy yeah, but he wasn't the guy for Rachel. Quinn was the girl for Rachel. The red of Quinn's Cheerleading uniform made the gold stitching of her name stand out even more, it had used to be black but that was Head Cheerleader privilege, and went to Santana. Rachel didn't mind though, she preferred gold, like stars. It brought out her hazel green eyes, pale complexion and blonde hair even more. Finn was fighting for her attention, but she was ignoring him, and he was beggining to realise that he was rapidly losing this battle.
As he song progressed, Quinn began to dance a bit, and Rachel took a moment to thank God for those perverted Cheerios skirts. All too soon though, it was stopping, and they were looking at her expectantly. Aiming her gaze at Quinn, all she said was "That was. So. Hot." Before she walked up on stage, and pulled her soon-to-be-girlfriend into a searing kiss. Their tongues were just beggining to battle for dominance when Finn almost managed to slip away. Almost, becuase as he pulled the door open, the girls came up for air, and Quinn made Santana proud by yelling after him. "Hey, Finn! Stay away from my girl, or I will crack one of your nuts, left or right that's your choice! Now get out of here, before I do a Santana-more-like-Satan and end you!" He just nodded meekly, before scampering out into the hallway, his tail between his legs, and leaving the girls to what was rapidly become a full blown make-out session.
So guys, that's one of my teeny one-shots that I just push out, so I'll keep working on more! PM or review me with your fave ships, and if they're not on of my Anti-ships i'll try and write it for you! -B xxx