I'm ridiculous lol. Can't believe I managed to squeeze this out. I leave tomorrow morning, so no updates during the time that I'm away sadly :( But I can't wait to get back and talk to you guys some more, through these characters of course ;)
HighOnFaberry, what were you thanking me for? For being born? Hahahaha! :P
Sarah, thanks for the reassurance. Glad that at least some of you were not bored by the last chapter ;)
Dgronison, lol why are you nervous to learn about Rachel and Bryony's past? I hope that the supposed fluff in this chapter can erase those feelings of nervousness. For a while at least : )
Original-Badass, Jacob to go over Bryony? Really? Jacob dun fucked up, huh? lol. Ps: I love your French!
To the guest reviewer, the plan is to continue this story until they get out of the house. But I may do it the way you suggested. Either way we'll see the characters outside of the house at some point :D I'm touched that you enjoy characters other than Faberry. I know a lot of people skip parts in stories that don't concern Faberry, so that is such a compliment!
It was at three-fifty in the afternoon that Will had gone into the diary room.
As it stood, one full hour later, the older man was still nowhere to be found, and the rest of the houseguests were beginning to get suspicious...
"He probably went into the diary room and keeled over from being, like, a gazillion years old," Brittany suggested, looking to others like she was actually expecting to be taken seriously. "Oooh, and maybe Big Bro are now trying to figure out what to do with the body, before it stinks the place out."
"What?" Santana shot at the group of perplexed faces. "It could totally happen. Now all of you nod, so I know I haven't just wasted my breath," she said, casually rolling her hand through the air, as if to urge the other houseguests into compliance.
Not that anybody nodded.
Not that the latina cared. She was much too busy enjoying the sensation of the sun's glare on her skin.
"Maybe Will's doing some sort of task?" Rachel proposed, from where she lay sunbathing on a towel, next to Brittany and Santana.
"Maybe," Artie replied, gracefully swanning back and forth in the pool. "If he passes it, I hope we win some music, or something. Of all my home comforts, I miss music the most."
"Fuck yes! Some music would be hot right about now. I haven't danced in days," Brittany agreed. She extended her long legs up into the air with the distinguished flair of a dancer.
"Aaaah. Some music would be absolutely fabulous," Rachel practically drooled, allowing the idea to roll through her being. For it, she suddenly felt as though she was somewhere else. "I truly miss being at home, in my apartment, just relaxing with my Broadway pals whilst Zero 7 plays in the background. I've yet to invite anybody over who hasn't ordered all of their albums from Amazon before leaving my place."
"No way!" Quinn shrieked, almost toppling out of the hammock thanks to the fervor of it all. She quickly drove a foot into the ground, steadying herself. "You listen to Zero 7?" she asked.
Rachel shot up. "You listen to Zero 7?" she shrieked back, hardly able to believe that this woman was so perfect. "It's a great challenge to locate people who even know who they are, much less people who've unearthed the sheer bliss that is their music! How did you come to discover them? I'd like to know the story, from beginning to end!" The brunette squirmed about her towel, making herself more comfortable as she peered expectantly at the gorgeous blonde wonder.
Quinn chuckled and lay back into the strong comfy netting of the hammock. "Well, we like to joke and say that Beth's a bit of an old soul, because instead of being into mainstream stuff, like all of her friends, her favorite type of music is like this really obscure, downtempo, chilled stuff?" she explained, frowning in fear of maybe describing it wrong. "She always listens to it whilst studying. Anyway, at first I was heartbroken over not getting to share my love for rock music with her. Then I was worried, because I thought she was depressed - you know, listening to such deep stuff at such a young age. But the more I listened, the more I understood that Beth wasn't listening to it because she was sad. But that she loved it because she thought it was beautiful. I'll often go into her room to tell her that dinner's ready, and I'll just freeze in the doorway, completely stricken by what I'm hearing. I've been introduced to some really gorgeous songs that way, Likufanele by Zero 7 being one of them."
"Well we asked for the autobiographical version, and by God that's what we got," Santana jeered.
But beside her, Brittany was smiling. Already, she loved the teenager whose pictures she'd seen upstairs in the HOH room. "Now I totally wanna come live with you and Beth!"
"You and Rachel both," Santana quipped, tongue in cheek.
Ignoring the latina, Quinn made a show of waving the blue-eyed blonde over. "Move your things right on in. I could do with help paying the bills. A free sitter would be nice too."
"Likufanele," Rachel suddenly whispered, calling all eyes back towards her. "Oh my God." The brunette began to fan herself, really quickly and with both hands. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God," she whispered.
Santana side-eyed the overly dramatic little brunette.
Though, apparently, she was not as overly dramatic as Brittany, who'd darted up from her towel, looking like she was getting ready to perform the Heimlich maneuver on Rachel if need be. "Like, are you choking on something?"
"No, I'm not choking! But thank you for your concern," Rachel chimed, instantly breaking character. "Though if I were to choke, it would certainly add a more profound dimension to my immense delight over the fact that both Quinn and Beth have heard Likufanele - and like it!" The slack-jawed brunette took her gaze over the blonde in question, and blurted, "I've always wanted to make love whilst Likufanele plays softly in the background."
Quinn's entire face seized up, like that precarious moment before a sneeze.
Only, her expression hadn't seized to facilitate a sneeze.
Toppling sideways out of the hammock, all the way down to the ground, she fell forward into her palm, giggling uncontrollably.
Rachel frowned at such the extravagant reaction, glancing around as though she'd missed something. "What?"
Santana tapped the teetering on offended brunette's bronzed shoulder, and whispered, "see? Now you've gone and lost her, with your fucked up kinky little fantasies."
Unable to hold her chuckle, Brittany rolled over and buried her face into her wife's neck. "You're hilarious," she sniggered. "It's why I married you."
"I know, baby. I know."
Rachel swiftly pouted. "Well thanks for making me feel stupid guys."
A moment later she looked to Artie, eyebrows rising as she silently urged him to validate her perfectly valid and not in any way funny fantasy.
But, "I'm just gonna carry on pretending like I'm not listening to this conversation," was all that she got out of him.
Feeling utterly hopeless, at this point, she threw her hands up and let them flop back down into her lap. "As Finn would say, 'I hate you all!'"
Once Quinn had gathered herself up off of the ground, she plonked her frame back down into the hammock, which was still swaying from the previous turbulence that it had experienced.
The blonde blew out a resetting breath, shook out her limbs, and wiped the corners of her moist eyes. "Wow," she said, clearing her throat.
"That was quite the topple. Are you okay? Nothing broken?" Rachel asked, almost too politely.
"Nothing's broken. But I suspect that that could all change in the next... thirty seconds."
"Well now that you seem to have regained your faculties, Quinn, would you care to regale me with what was so funny?" Rachel urged. "I mean, Likufanele is a terribly beautiful and romantic song. The melodies. That glorious crescendo! Perfect for making love to."
"Oooh, bitch got some splainin' to do now," Santana hyped.
Quinn grinned one of her fully-fledged sunny grins. "Rachel, you're so adorable -"
"Flattery will get you everywhere. But not in this case."
Quinn snorted.
"Now kindly tell me why you were laughing at my fantasy, so that I can decide whether or not I'm going to bite you whilst you sleep tonight."
"Ooh, do what she says," Brittany advised.
Still giggling, the hazel-eyed blonde shrugged. "Rachel, I wasn't laughing at your fantasy - which, by the way, just may come true one day, because that song is perfect for sex..." she husked, winking. "I was laughing at the way you just blurted it out. It was funny. As well as being downright adorable, at times, your mannerisms can be very funny."
"Uh huh, you do realize that you and I are sharing a bed these days, and that you saying the word, 'sex,' in that tone is simply not acceptable, right Quinn?"
"Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex." Quinn paused, frowning as though she'd forgotten something. "Oh, that's it. Sex. Sex and... more sex." She blew out a long breath, and shook her limbs for the second time. "Ugh, I feel so much better now that that's out of my system. They call it the sex bug, did you guys know that?"
Santana sniggered at the blonde's juvenile antics.
Maybe Quinn was okay after all...
Rachel kept quiet, merely sitting on her towel in a daze of sorts. She more than realized that she'd only known of Quinn's existence for six days. But if they'd been outside of the Big Brother house, and Quinn had wanted to - Rachel was certain - she would've already slept with the blonde.
And most likely to Likufanele, with a romantic infusion of white and red rose petals peppered amongst the sheets...
But then again, if they'd met outside of the Big Brother house, they wouldn't have spent such copious amounts of time with each other, or gotten to know one another so well, thanks to work, other obligations, and sleeping in separate houses. Just the Big Brother game, alone, was designed to bring out the personality flaws in people, most of which didn't typically surface, in the outside world, until two people were comfortable with each other. Or when two people hated each other to the point that they were past caring.
Through her ruminating, Rachel suddenly realized...
Six days in the Big Brother house, and six days on the outside world were nothing even close to being the same thing!
"You guys would be so hot together. The white rose petals are a particularly hot idea," Brittany casually murmured, to which Rachel frowned deeply.
"H-How did you know what I was think-"
"This is Big Brother!" suddenly boomed, halting everybody throughout the house. "Earlier this afternoon, Will came to the diary room to see a doctor. Upon further examination, Big Brother can now reveal that Will will not be returning to the house!"
"That's one down. Ten more to go," Santana remarked, whilst everybody else sat there frozen in shock...
"When I said that he'd keeled over, I didn't actually want it to be true," Brittany said.
"This has gotta be one of Big Brother's mind fucks," Artie rationalized, shaking his head in refusal to be duped.
"Well if it is true that he is in poor health, it must be something to do with the grueling competition last night. I truly hope that he's alright," Rachel said, the worry evident in her voice. "He was only ever kind and respectful towards me."
Artie looked to the Head Of Household. "What do you think, Quinn?"
"I don't know why but I think he's genuinely gone," she answered, adhering to her gut feeling. "I wonder what's wrong with him."
Concern and confusion may have been all the rage out in the garden, but inside of the house Jacob was smirking. Not because he wished the older man any ill will. But because if Tina now blabbed about his plan to evict Emma, she'd have no one to back her up. The only other person that would back her up was now gone.
It would just be Jacob's word against Tina's.
Hardly batting an eyelid at Big Brother's jolting announcement, the nerdy little man moved his chess piece across the board, forcing a perplexed Sam into a checkmate.
But little did he know that Tina needed no back up.
Both Rachel and Quinn already believed the stammering woman's testimony, and were more than coming after him...
Some two hours later, the houseguests were still digesting the news about Will.
Since they had little else to do, they were all speculating and exchanging stories about his behavior towards the end, hoping to patch together a picture that would sate their need for answers.
As of yet, they hadn't come up with anything concrete.
They just knew that Will's memory wall picture, along with Finn's, now stared out over the living area, frozen over in Big Brother's signature shade of gray.
It was during this time that Quinn scurried on up to her room. The vast space greeted her with the sweet scent of the shampoo that Rachel had left clogging the en suite's shower drain, earlier.
She smiled fondly, sitting on the bed as she pulled Beth's letter - which she'd previously removed from the drawer - out from beneath her pillow. She carefully unfolded it, and ran her fingers over the unrefined scrawl that she treasured so much. The same unrefined scrawl that she'd helped to refine by guiding her daughter along through years of literacy homework.
Her already glassy eyes fell to the first line, and from there they leaked small salty droplets to the page.
"Oh my God, pull it together," Quinn told herself, chuckling through her tears. "You're not even halfway through yet, and you're already embarrassing yourself."
For the second time, the warmed blonde took her adoring gaze to the first line... and never took it away.
Hi mom. Beth here, your almost fourteen-year-old clone ; ) Missing you more than it's cool for any teenager to miss their mom lol. And I love you lots and lots and lots! More than my music collection, which is driving aunt Frannie insane. She doesn't get it, which actually makes me love her a bit less. I think we need to take her off the Christmas gift list hehehe. She's helping me word this letter, so I couldn't be as harsh as I wanted lol.
Anyway, if you're reading this that means you're Head Of Household. Congratulations Wonder Woman! You always get the job done, whether its getting bills paid, getting me the stuff I need for school trips, or yelling at the pizza guy until he gives us half of our money back. We're all really proud of you, and love you. Even little Blake, who cries every time I show him pics of you on my cell phone :D He'll never like his auntie Quinn. But we know he loves you, cuz who wouldn't? : )
By the way, this is me getting the soppy crap out of the way before I go off on you about Rachel!
PSYCHE!
Totally got your heart going, didn't I? Tehehehe ; )
I knew you were really open but not this open! You'd totally be a hit in the gay bars. I just know it! Aunt Frannie's really shocked, but I spoke to Blaine on the phone and he said that she'll get over it. He's not shocked. But he thinks everyone's gay. Remember when he thought something was going on with me and Danielle? Craziness! I'll never compliment another girl's outfit around him again : / I saw your date with Rachel. OMG, how cuuuute! I really like how she treats you. You deserve it, and she knows it, and I love that ; ) America loves you both! I can see why Emma thought you were the secret couple. Can Rachel come to my birthday party if you're still friends when you get out of the house?
Onto the twenty-five thousand dollars that you won on the first night : O I want a car! I want a car now! That's all you're gonna hear when you get home. I know I can't drive but meh. Frannie wants a car too. Blaine wants you to pay off the mortgage on his shop for the next five years. But don't listen to any of us! Except for me. I want my car : )
PS: I really like Sam *blushes* Can he come to my birthday party too?
PSS: Miranda from the office got in touch. She said you're crazy but she wishes you the best.
PSSS: Stop swearing so much. Hehehe. I know I should be watching censored daytime edits of the show, and I am. But you get bleeped out a lot. Hahaha. I love getting to tell you off without getting into trouble for it. But even more than that, I love YOU Wonder Woman! You're the best mom in the world. See you soon, or not ; ) xxxxxxxXxxxxxxx
Well...
Quinn sat there, on pause, for the longest. She kept reading the letter over and over, going over certain parts, and fighting off her tears of happiness. She literally couldn't believe how lucky she was. Sure, life had handed her some shit sandwiches, and would probably continue to. But through it all, people who would always love and support her surrounded her.
The blonde had never felt so blessed.
And as naive as it may have sounded - even in her own head - she now had one more person that she felt she could rely on. Someone who was along for the Big Brother ride. Someone who she was sharing a bed with on television.
Indeed, Quinn truly felt blessed.
"If I wasn't determined to do well on this show before, I sure as hell am now," she murmured, feeling reinvigorated and strong, like she could take on anything.
And good, because as she switched on her flat screen TV and saw Rachel and Bryony arguing by the bathroom door, downstairs, she knew that she wasn't going to be able to keep from getting involved.
If any of you care enough to google Likufanele, listen with headphones so you can hear that beautiful sub bass lol. Gorgeous song by one of my fav ever bands.
;)