It starts when you’re making a fool out of yourself on the ground, yelling after Jeff and how he blows everything off. It ends with you on your back, undignified as you talk in gibberish and a flash of blonde hair catches your attention.
“Is it set up correctly?”
“Rach…”
“Honestly, Quinn, you would think someone who is attending Yale would be able to figure out how to connect a simple-“
You kissed him.
Because I told Gogi she was wrong and now I have to prove it. Based off of this post, except not at all.
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Quinn goes to Yale. She fits in, meets a small group of friends that’s everything and nothing like the gleeks. She’s there, she’s comfortable. In her element, for once in her life. Her tight smiles loosens up and her squared shoulders slacken for the first time in nearly a decade. It’d be perfect, except for the tension. It’s slowly killing her as the days grow on and her metro pass remains unused and Quinn has no idea how to fix it. That’s the worst part. She grows, she learns, but she’s still Quinn Fabray, the girl who had one too many drinks and wound up almost ruining her life. Until one night she isn’t.
Anonymous asked: Quinn somehow gets into playing 3.5 at Yale. Rachel finds out but Quinn tries to pass it off as something less nerdy.
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“So I was hoping you’d come up to visit this weekend…”
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Rachel Berry doesn’t remember how she functioned without Quinn.
Fic: lost under the surface (i can’t feel you there)
Fandom: TVD
Mentioned / Actual Pairings: Steroline, Klaroline
Word Count: 1.1kish
I want you to picture this. Damon, driving home, bringing Ric’s body with him. Eyes are red-rimmed from silent crying and he’s craving a bottle of Whiskey. Jaw is tensed and his eyes are hard. But he does what he has to do. Throws Ric’s body over his shoulder. Can’t have another witch exploiting the only man he’s ever been able to call a best friend. Can’t have people using his body.
He walks into his house, calls out something sarcastic to Stefan. Lays Ric gently down on the couch, the utmost care. Looks up. Eyes connect.
It’s Elena. His Elena. But how? She’s dead. He knows it. He might as well have seen her die when his best friend stopped breathing in his own arms. He’s already starting mourning her. But she’s here. In front of him. Alive? As close as she can get.
Knees sag in relief. Nearly loses his balances. Eyes wide in shock. Mouth runs dry. Jaw unclenches. Eyes tear up, ever so slightly. Witty response dies on his lips. World spins. Everything doesn’t make sense but does at the same time.
It’s Elena, not Katherine. He doesn’t know how he knows (she’s gotten so damn good at pretending) but he does. He just does.
Takes a step towards her until he remembers. Elena doesn’t want him. It’ll always be Stefan. Always. Even if he met her first. Even if he compelled her to fall in love. Even if he compelled her to forget. Even if, even if, even if. The thoughts cloud his head and Damon’s eyes go hard again. He doesn’t want this humanity. He doesn’t want to feel. He doesn’t want this world without her. This world without love.
Turns. Runs out of the house. Vamp speed. Doesn’t look back over his shoulder. Doesn’t want to hear her excuses. Doesn’t want to hear how she still cares about him. Doesn’t want to hear anything that isn’t I love you. Lie. Even that he doesn’t want to hear, because it’ll make it harder to leave. She always makes it so hard to leave. Impossible to walk away, even when he’s running.
He doesn’t question why or how. Just how she’s feeling, knowing she doesn’t want this life. But she’s obviously transitioned, it’s all over her face. From the tinges of blood at the corner of her lips to her regretful eyes. All over. How is she feeling?
He doesn’t know. Just wants her to be happy. Has always wanted her to be happy. Even if it isn’t with him. The night’s never felt so lonely. Damon thinks, for not the first time, that he deserves it.
“Q! It’s time to go.”
Puck walks into Quinn’s room and stops, staring hard. He must be dreaming, ‘cause that’s the only place in the world where he walks in on his jewbabe draped over Quinn Fabray in nothing but a blanket. Quinn blinks once, twice, and then levels that HBIC glare at him that would have sent him running with his tail tucked between his legs when they were in high school.
