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Berry Blues

Season Two

Part Nine - (Special Education) Fuckin' Relationship Drama

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Summary: As Sectionals rears its head, diva-dome and relationship drama sprouts within the group. Leading to down moods and you saving the day seconds before the competition.

Word Count: 5,775

WARNINGS: N/A

(A/N): Guess who's back, back again.

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You had impeccable aim.

Or at least you thought you did.

The scene of the gathered teenagers as the Spanish teacher walked through the choir room doors with a thick binder in hand was one... of slight chaos.

There you sat, upon a stack of plastic, maroon chairs, facing the three cheerleaders, dressed in their cold weather uniforms, One eye clamped shut, mouth pulled into a focused sneer, with an elastic band drawn at the pen Quinn used to write in her notebook.

The risk you took was calculated.

But boy, were you bad at math!

You didn't hit Quinn. That was the good news. You fear if you had hit her, she would have ripped your soul from your body, like a very pretty, blonde teenage dementor. Only there would be no "kiss" involved.

The funny news, however?

You had hit Sam.

Not only that.

Thanks to your misguided aim, you had snapped the elastic band, sending it hurtling through the air, directly at his crotch.

As the boy groaned out in sudden pain, hands between his legs, others turned to regard him, thanks to his sudden outcry.

"What's wrong?" you faintly heard Quinn ask, through the loud sound of your booming laughter, confessing that you were the reason, just from that.

Leaning towards the other two cheerleaders, who smiled confusedly at you, you spoke through your joy, "I hit him in the dick!"

Quinn glared over to you at that, rubbing her boyfriend's thigh in hopes of soothing him. All the while, Santana and Brittany tried to hold their own giggles at bay.

Before Mr Schuester could prompt Sam into telling him what was wrong, your sister jumped up, words rushing out of her mouth. As you calmed yourself down, wiping the tears from under your eyes.

"Mr Schuester, I have an announcement. I have selected the perfect moving ballad for Finn and I to sing to launch our performance at Sectionals."

"Please stop talking," you whispered to yourself. Now. You loved your sister, you always would, but when she acted so entitled, you couldn't help but wish to have ducktape suddenly cover her mouth.

"Me first." The teacher turned with a pointed finger. "Two things. First, our competition at Sectionals are your classic stool choirs. Great voices, but they don't move. Now, if we're gonna beat them, we need to do what they can't: Dance."

"Good luck, Finn," you called over to the boy in jest.

"Actually, Y/N, I've decided to feature Brittany and Mike Chang's sweet moved." The teacher got sounds of excitement from the team at that. Well... most of them.

Your sister, however, had something to say about the matter.

"Wait, they're gonna dance in front of me while I sing my solo?"

"Not everything is about your solo, Rach," you told the girl, "There are still other songs."

It was only at Mr Schue's statement did your eyes blow wide.

"You're not getting a solo for this competition, Rachel."

Quickly, you dug through your jacket pocket and pulled your phone out, shooting your fathers a warning text.

'Rachel doesn't get a solo for Sectionals. Prepare for drama, screaming, and complaining. May God help us all'

"Finally," Mercedes spoke eagerly, "So what song do I get to sing?"

"I was thinking the winners of our duet's competition would take the leads," Mr Schue said, rubbing his palms against his thighs.

"Ken and Barbie," Rachel stressed her outcry, gesturing towards the two blonde teens as she ranted at Mr Schue, "Wait, a-a-are you trying to throw this?"

"You used to be just sort of unlikable," Quinn started, twirling a pen between her fingers, "But now I pretty much feel like punching you every. Time. You open your mouth."

With a sigh, you spoke to the girl, "Please don't say that. I'm still bruised up from my last fight, and I really don't want to get suspended again for defending my sister this time. And I know how you fight, you have nails, you scratch, you pull hair, you'd kick my ass. Not to mention, I really don't want to argue with you, 'cause sometimes that's worse."

"Yeah," Santana turned to you, "I thought you were still suspended. Why are you back here before Sectionals?"

You shrugged. "Mr Figgins took me off. Something about a mandatory science project, I don't really know. I don't think he understood what happened. You know how he is. But whatever, I'm here now."

"Okay, guys, listen. Can we get back to the task at hand?" Mr Schue asked, hands risen, drawing the attention back to himself. "I have talked the talk about everyone in here feeling special for over a year now... but frankly, I haven't walked the walk. I mean, we have got a lot of talent here, and I'm gonna highlight it."

"Do something," you heard your sister hiss over to her boyfriend.

"Look, I'm all for pumping up the team, making everyone feel special, but that's for practice."

"When has that ever been practised?" you asked the boy sceptically, "At least as much as it should."

"Plenty of times," he answered your question, continuing with, "Look, you don't take the star quarterback out before the big game."

You tolled your eyes at his words as Rachel nodded, assuredly, with his words. Even the football term.

"Easy to say when you're the star quarterback," Tina pointed out.

"This isn't just about me. This is about the team."

"Lies," you coughed into your fist, seeing right through his words.

"You are such a hypocrite." Santana glared.

Rachel scoffed, "Oh like you even know what that means."

"Chill," you spoke down to her.

At your sudden, quick defence of Santana, Quinn's back grew taught. A sickly feeling swelled in her chest as her hard eyes glanced between yourself and the Latina.

"It means that your boyfriend is full of crap, Hobbit."

"You know what?" Rachel jumped up from her seat, rounding on the girl."

"Oh, God," you groaned at the drama of it all.

"Ever since the wedding, you've been up my butt, and I'm sick of it."

"Come on, Rachel. She's not worth it."

"Oh, really?" Santana remarked down to Finn, "'Cause that's not what you thought last year in that motel room. That's right, Yentl. Your sweetheart? He's been lying to you. Because he and I totally got on last year."

With furrowed brows, you leaned across your sister's seat, so only the boy would hear your whispered question, "Did you not tell her?" Finn looked over his shoulder guiltily at you. "Oh, dude."

"Okay, enough already!" the teacher snapped, moving from where he was flipping through his notes at the piano, as shocked faces surrounded the room at the drama had just conspired, "No more conversations about this, or-or-or anything. This is our plan for sectionals, and that is that. Mike, Brittany. Come on up, let's start choreographing."

This was not gonna end well.

---

"Did your dad's really almost want to kill each other because one of them put up wallpaper without asking?"

"Oh, yeah." You nodded to the boy sitting next to you. "Thought it was gonna turn into War of the Roses in that place. They're fine now, though, so that's cool."

From the back of the class, Santana spoke, just as Mr Schuester strode into the room with a large stack of papers in his hands, "Where's Puck? I haven't seen him since yesterday, and I need him to get me a churro."

It was a burning feeling on the back of your neck that got you to turn around to face the Latina that was previously staring at the back of your head, now looking down at you pointedly.

You scoffed while shaking your head, "Absolutely not. Just because Puck's not here doesn't mean I'll be his substitute and run after you. If anything, you get me a churro for the audacity."

"My guess is he'd rather quit Glee Club than lose sectionals. And I can't blame him," Mercedes told Santana, "Our set's gonna be real light on the Mercedes."

You were inclined to agree with the girl, knowing that if she were one of the main performers, there was no way that the team wouldn't be a shoo-in.

But then Tina just had to voice her opinion and irritate you.

"I'm telling you, if the Warblers win Sectionals, it's only because we gave them Kurt. We should not clap."

"You have got to be kidding me, right?" your question was rhetorical as you turned to face the goth girl, "Karofsky threatened to kill him, and you're pissed that he left because of that? What? You'd rather Kurt not feel or be safe? Check your privilege at the door, Tina. And the same goes for anyone who agrees." Turning to face the front of the class with a huff and your arms tightly folded across your chest, finishing with a, "Some friends you guys are, you should be really proud."

"If we lose, we should throw possums."

"Now that sounds like fun." You gestured a finger towards the ditzy blonde sitting beside Santana. "And not just directed at Kurt."

You sighed deeply the next second at what -or rather, who- had just entered the choir room. Arms folded over their black and white bunny printed sweater, a perfectly cut strip of duck tape plastered across her lips, was your sister. Throwing a diva-filled tantrum in her dramatic ways.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," you breathed to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger.

"Rachel, what are you doing?" the teacher asked after rolling his eyes, following her movements to the back of the class to be seated alone, over his shoulders.

With a sigh of her own, she easily removed the strip of duck tape that had obviously been tampered with, so it didn't hurt her when she inevitably voiced her opinion on something.

"I'm not doing anything. You've silenced my talents. I'm merely protesting." Rachel replaced the tape back over her mouth... which didn't last long, as, in the next second, it had been pulled back once more. "My talents are wasted in this club. My star shines too bright, and I think you're threatened by it."

The Spanish teacher finally snapped at your sister's ego-filled antics. Slamming his stack of papers onto the piano top, sending lone sheets flying.

"Take that off! I'm tired of this, Rachel! You have a terrible attitude, you're a lousy sport, and it is not okay anymore!"

"Well, I'm upset!" she yelled in reply to the man now standing before her, raising from her seat so as to not feel like he was towering over her, "I'm furious about this. About a couple of things actually," she spoke pointedly towards her boyfriend, before looking you directly in the eyes where you sat beside him, "And I see whose side you've taken, traitor."

Raising your arms in defence, you told her, "I want no part of this. I don't wanna be involved. I'm just sitting."

"I'm sorry you're disappointed," Mr Schue continued, "But you know, you could also make the choice to be happy. That we're a part of a Glee Club that is bursting at the seams talent. There's an awful lot of "me" talk going around. "What's in it for me?", "What solo am I gonna sing?"."

"Well, you can only assume that those questions are gonna be asked since most of the club has been shunned to the background since the very beginning. And, well, quite frankly, we're sick of it."

"Which is exactly why I'm trying to rectify that mistake." Mr Schue pointed your way. Only leading you to tick an eyebrow up at the man, scepticism clear on your face as the thought, 'And how long will that last before you get bored of caring for more than two students?'. "Now, when we go to Sectionals, we be good sports. We'll cheer on the hipsters, on Kurt, and the Warblers. And if they win, we will congratulate them, because that's who we are."

Leaning to the side to peer around the teacher, Artie asked, "Dude, where have you been?" bringing everyone's attention to a downcast Puckerman being escorted into the room by the girl you recognised to be Lauren Zizes.

"You look like crap," you told him.

"I found him in a Porta-Potty," the wrestler informed.

Puck began his explanation, which, surprisingly to you, he didn't alter to make himself seem cooler or add anything unbelievable just because he thought it was badass.

"I was trying to find Kurt's replacement for Sectionals. I was trapped in that Porta-Potty for twenty-four hours. Lauren came to my rescue. So I asked her if she wanted to join. But she had some conditions."

"A carton of Cadbury eggs and seven minutes in heaven with him," Zizes listed.

"I have to say, she kind of rocked my world."

Nodding deeply, you uttered, "Cool." Then turned to question your sister, "Isn't she the one you paid to bug us last year?" Rachel didn't reply. Instead, she pointedly turned her face further away from you, arms still crossed over her chest. "Wow. Really? You haven't changed since we were kids."

"Okay, guys, um..." Mr Schuester shrugged his shoulders, raising his arms as he did so. "Looks like we're back in business. Let's all welcome our newest member, Miss Lauren Zizes."

A weak round of applause sounded for the girl. Mainly thanks to the group still being in shock, down in the dumps, or -in your sister's case- mid-tantrum. The girl gave a small curtsy in return.

The teacher shook the traumatized boy's hand, speaking to him in gratitude, before continuing the lesson. The two members moved to sit together.

"Man, you need t shower!" You called as e walked b you, wrinkling your nose up at the stench he wore.

---

Crouching down low, a mischievous smile tugged at your lips as you rounded the corner. Only to find your wheelchair-bound friend intently digging through his locker, far too busy to notice you coming up behind him.

So, with quiet, calculated steps, you inched towards the boy. Reaching out to push at the ends of his glasses, making them wiggle up and down in front of his eyes.

Artie's shoulders jumped to his ears before swiftly peering over his shoulder, only to find your grinning face.

"Why would you do that?!"

An amused shrug. "Thought it was funny."

Before Artie's sassy retort could be delivered to you, it found a new victim in the form of Tina, who had just strode up to the two of you.

"We've got a problem."

"Is it your outfit? Because you look like a cheerleader zombie corpse."

"I think you look awesome!" you gushed, complimenting the girl's steampunk, goth outfit, "And now I need to high-five Mike at getting such a hot girlfriend."

Tina threw you a thankful smile, quickly turning back to her ex-boyfriend.

"I have no choice. Mike Chang likes cheerleaders," she sassed, "You of all people should know."

Before you could tell Tina that she should never change herself for someone, especially the person she's dating, she continued, clarifying her point.

"He's having an affair with Brittany."

"What? You crazy," Artie brushed off with a smile as your brows scrunched at her observation.

"You haven't noticed her ignoring you lately?"

"Not really. It's "Shark Week"."

"They're inseparable," Tina pressed.

"They're doing a number together. They've been rehearsing."

"Really? Just rehearsing?"

Raising your hand, you interrupted the girl before she could continue on her jealous tangent.

"Listen, Tina, not to derail whatever you were about to say entirely, but I've got to let you know just because Brittany has slept with a lot of people before, I being one of them, doesn't mean she's a cheater. Trust me, I know her. She wouldn't do that."

"It's not that Brittany has slept with a lot of people. It's that she's obviously sleeping with Mike," she reiterated, "Exhibit 'A'. I kissed him, and it tasted like Lip Smackers. You know who wears Lip Smackers? Brittany."

"And she doesn't mind sharing. I love wearing her Lip Smackers. It's like candy for your lips."

"I literally have like five sticks of the stuff in my locker just because she thought I might like them." Artie gestured your way, thankful for the defence of your blonde friend.

"Don't be naive, Artie. She's a cheerleader. He's a football player."

"So's... Artie..." You pointed out confused.

"You and I never had a chance with either of them," Tina finished.

Shaking your head at her blatant disregard for your words, you moved on this time to ask.

"If you're so convinced that he's cheating on you, why are you trying so hard to keep him around?"

Tina stumbled over her words, unable to answer your question. Instead, she swallowed and walked away silently, left to contemplate your question as you and the boy by your side watched after her.

"You slept with Brittany?"

You scoffed down at him, "Of course I did. But don't let Tina get to you. The last time we had sex was way before you two started dating. Last week we were partnered up for something before I got suspended, and when I tried to work on it with her, she told me she was dating you and walked away." You pat his shoulder. "You got nothing to worry about, man."

"Thanks, Y/N." He smiled up at you softly, still slightly rattled by Tina's words.

Why was everyone having relationship drama this week?

---

A couple days later, you were filing onto the bus, heading to the Sectionals competition.

Repeatedly telling yourself not to look at the sickeningly sweet couple to your right from your position seated beside Mercedes. As they huddled close to each other, sharing soft words. Waiting for your teachers to get done talking and board the bus themselves.

Your sister, having waited long enough, in her opinion, leaned out of the open door to call for the director.

"Mr Schuester, not that I really care, but if we don't leave now, we're gonna miss the competition."

"Way to keep spirits high, Rachel!" you called over as she pulled back in, heading back to her seat beside Tina.

It seemed time flies quickly when your team's spirits are dampened because soon enough, you were at the venue's bar in search of a sweet treat with your sister. Who, of course, acted the diva, along with the girl who had sent you two on the mission.

"Then go down to 7-Eleven and get some. I need Raisinets!"

"Carb loading?"

Your face visibly morphed into one of pure joy when your attention was brought to the boy by your side.

"Kurty!" you exclaimed, moving to wrap him up in a hug, "I missed you."

"I missed you, too, Y/N." He smiled, patting your back.

Your sister sighed, choosing to answer Kurt's question when you pulled away, "Puck got Lauren Zizes to take your place. And she won't go on unless she gets her damn candy. She's a warm body."

"I like her." You shrugged.

"Hey, did you, uh, get your solo?" at Rachel's words, you looked over to the boy, intrigued by the topic.

"Sadly, no."

"Ah, buddy, I'm sorry," you replied comfortingly, reaching out a hand to rub at his arm.

"Oh, wow. If you didn't get a solo, then they must be really good. We are doomed." A swift kick to her shin. "Ow. Sorry, that was selfish," she told Kurt, "What I meant to say was, "wor, that really sucks. I'm sure you were really good"."

With a single nod and a proud smile at your sister, you turned back to the boy as he replied self-assuredly.

"I was. I mean, I think I was."

"You're always good, Kurt. Even when you blew that note last year."

"Don't remind him of that," Rachel hissed over to you, hand squeezing your bicep.

"Right, yeah. Sorry."

"It's fine, Y/N. And thank you, anyway. It's just... being in the Warblers made me question everything I thought about myself."

"Even being gay?"

"Well, not that."

"Yeah. What has become of us, Kurt?" Rachel asked with a scoff, leading the two to manoeuvre onto barstools, with you standing between them, holding onto the backs of either stool.

"So... do you miss us?"

"I do." Kurt nodded. "Being a Warbler is great, but I don't think they appreciate my individuality as much as you guys did."

"Who wants to be the same as everyone else?"

"Exactly." He nodded to you in thanks. That was before his mood shifted slightly. "And I can't help but think that I let you guys down."

"It's your life, Kurt." Rachel reached over to hold his hand, shoving his guilt away like the blonde girl from clueless. "You weren't safe at McKinley anymore. We all get it."

Another proud smile took over your face as the boy tried to push his tears back with a smile of his own. Jabbing your thumb in her direction, you said, "That took me two hours of yelling at her to realize that."

Rachel looked awkward at your statement, "I may have been a bit dramatic at the news, at first."

"She compared it to the apocalypse," you told the boy.

"Okay, enough out of you." She pointed a finger in your face.

Kurt chuckled softly, "How come you were never this nice to me when I was your teammate?"

"Because you were my only real competition," Rachel said playfully, leaning over towards the boy, "Don't tell."

"Yeah, that's true."

"I'm right here." You pointed to your chest before you were pulled onto a quick group hug by the two, and they returned to their seats.

"So, how's Finn?" Your face morphed into a cringe at the boy's question. "I feel bad. I haven't spoken to him since the wedding."

"I, uh, haven't really talked to him much either," Rachel replied awkwardly, "I found out that he and Sanatana were romantically involved. And he lied to me about it."

"Wait, you didn't know about that?"

Just as Kurt asked that question, the boy you recognised as Blane came up to fetch him, as the bell dinged overhead, signalling the first show choir was up to perform.

"Kurt, they're calling places. Oh, hi, Y/N."

"Hey, Blane, this is my sister," you introduced the two quickly.

"Hey."

"Good luck out there, guys."

"You too."

"Thanks again, Rachel," Kurt said, bidding you both farewell and leaving your sister to turn to you.

"How many people knew?"

Instantly knowing she was talking about Finn and Santana boning, your mind became blank, "Uh... we... we, uh, we should get out there. Don't wanna miss The Hipsters, do we?"

You knew this wasn't the end of it.

---

You had missed a good portion of The Hipsters' performance, as you had to rush into your outfit with the rest of the club. All the while, Zizes complained about her lack of Raisinets.

But, soon enough, you were waltzing down the aisle as the elderly group performed, being forced into sitting between Puck and Mike, still finishing buttoning up your maroon shirt.

It didn't take long before the elderly club forced tears to well in your eyes as they sang, almost weeping at them along with Puckerman, as your friends looked on in complete bewilderment.

"They remind me of my grandparents, okay?!" you reasoned as you clapped loudly for the club.

"Mine too," Puck said through his tears.

... that was the first time you had ever bonded with Noah Puckerman. And it would probably be the last.

You were still recovering as Kurt and the Warblers performed, but still, that didn't stop you from leaning over to Mike to whisper your stupid joke.

"They're very... uniform."

The boy snorted, placing his head in hand and shaking his head in reaction as you returned to popping along to the song Blane took the lead on.

In a surprising turn of events, your sister was the first of your team to jump up and give the Warblers -Kurt- a standing ovation for their performance. You followed not long after with Mercedes and the rest of your group.

Pulling Mike up to stand with you, with bright smiles on each of your faces, you cheered. Leading the rest of the auditorium to do the same.

"Hell yeah, Kurt!" you shouted for your friend, pumping your fist towards the ground as you did.

A faint giggle behind you forced you to peer over your shoulder at Santana, who was amused by your antics. You quickly threw the girl a smile before catching Quinn's jealous eyes and sending her a soft smile of her own.

If only you could see the jealousy.

---

You were leaned against the window of the green room minutes later, behind the blonde couple. Watching as the dying leaves of yellows, reds, and oranges blew in the night's light breeze.

Until you were pulled out of your mindless daze by Sam's voice as he leaned over to evaluate his girlfriend.

"Are you okay?"

"No." Quinn shook her head, making you round the chair to face her. "I'm totally freaking out. Last time we performed, I went into labour. I think I'm having post-traumatic stress disorder."

"You probably are," you told her, crouching down beside where she was seated at the table, holding the hand Sam wasn't, "Have you considered therapy? I mean, after everything you've been through, I think you may need it. God know I would."

"F.Y.I., I'm totally available to fill in," Mercedes added from where she sat, flipping through the competition brochure.

"Not helping, 'Cadies."

Raising up, you leaned in close to whisper to the girl.

"You're gonna do great. Remember what I told you. You can do anything, including this."

Then with a kiss to her temple, she let out a deep breath, finally appearing to relax.

Sam threw you a grateful look as you walked away, winking to the boy as if to say 'I've-got-your-back', no matter how much it pained you.

With one problem down, another was quick to arise.

"You told Kurt?" Rachel stormed into the room, bearing down on her boyfriend.

"I don't remember. Maybe."

"About Finn and Santana?" Mercedes inquired. "No. I think I told him."

"Who told you?"

"Me," Quinn spoke up next.

"Yeah, I remember those two gossiping about it as I was moving blondie's stuff into her place," you said, gesturing a finger between Quinn and Mercedes as you sat on the chair's arms between Santana and Tina.

"Yeah, and I think Brittany told me," the cheerleader added, "Or maybe it was Puck."

"Yeah, it was me," Puck said.

"Wait. When did you find out about this?" your sister asked, growing further and further pissed at the second.

"Uh... I, uh, I think I was the first to know." You turned to Santana. "Right?"

A nod from the girl is all anyone needed to know.

"How were you the first to know?" Rachel snapped indignantly.

'Shit'

Pointing over to Finn, you started, "Well, numb-nuts over here dropped her off on the wrong street, so I was forced to take her back home in the middle of the night."

'Thank you, lying skills'

"Everybody knew about this but me?" Rachel asked, insulted and betrayed.

"Pretty much," Tina uttered from beside you before Santana decided to jump into the fray.

"Nobody tells you anything because 'A', you're a blabbermouth, and 'B', we all just pretend to like you."

Swiftly, you gave the Latina a light, back-handed slap to her shoulder, for saying that about your sister. As Puckerman voiced his disagreement.

"That's not true. I kinda like her."

"Look," Finn snapped, jumping to his feet, "Rachel, when this all happened, you were dating another guy, so you don't really have a right to be pissed at me about it, okay? And fine, I shouldn't have lied about it but, to be honest, that isn't what you care about. You care about the Santana of it all."

"Oh, who are you right now?" she asked as the Latina gestured to the tall boy, silently pointing out how right he was for the rest of the club. Before dropping her hand to your thigh. Letting it run up and down your black pant-covered leg, massaging the area close to your knee. Cockily smirked over to a jealous Quinn, who sat fuming beside her boyfriend. Hazel eyes glued upon the action before they snapped up to Santana's brown irises when her hand slipped 'round and under your leg.

The blonde glared at the smug look on the other cheerleader's face.

All the while, you were blind to their silent conversation.

"You know what? You guys are gonna have to find somebody else to mindlessly harmonize in the background because I'm not going onstage with him!"

"Make that two subs," Artie voiced, after your sister's rant, "I'm not going out there with Brittany."

"Dude, I thought we went over this," you regarded the boy confused, lifting your arms in question. As Santana's face scrunched up at the boy.

Pointing a hand over to him, she mouthed to you in question, 'What's he on about?'

'I have no idea,' you replied, shaking your head, watching as she placed hers in her hand. Unknown to the way Quinn's jaw ticked at the interaction.

"Me either."

"Tina?" you looked to the girl. "Seriously, with this bullshit?"

"Enough!" Mr Schuester yelled behind you, alerting the team to his presence, "Listen to yourselves. No setlist, no choreography, no chance in hell of winning. But you did win, because you did it together. Look, I don't care if you guys hate each other. All I want is for you guys to go out there and sing together."

"Questionable, but okay," you mumbled to yourself.

"Get up there and for six minutes, remind yourselves that you're not alone."

And as if by poetic timing, the bell dinged, and the lights repeatedly dimmed.

"All right. Show time!"

---

After that hectic time in the green room, you shouldn't have been surprised by its follow-up.

Just before he was about to go on stage, Sam rushed up to you, worry stricken.

"Dude, what's up?"

"Quinn's panicking again, and I can't stop it. I need you to do what you did before and help her."

"Oh, Jesus Christ," you husked to yourself, following the boy passed a visibly making-up Artie and Brittany, and Lauren Zizes doing pushups to the girl pacing by the curtains.

As soon as she spotted you, she rushed into your arms, hugging you tightly. Mumbling into your chest, "I can't do this. I really can't do this."

"You can," you clarified, pulling the blonde from your chest, "Listen to me. You had a fucking kid. You pushed a baby out of your hoo-ha." That got a soft chuckle from her. "You can do this."

Quinn shook her head, "I think I'd much rather give birth again."

"As long as I don't need to see it coming out of you this time."

"Yeah, don't want you passing out on me again."

"You passed out?" Sam asked from behind you, shattering the moment you were having with his girlfriend.

Before you could answer the boy, the announcer came over the PA, for the whole auditorium to hear.

"And now, for our final performance of the program from McKinley High, the New Directions!"

Panic shone in Quinn's eyes once more after that.

You had to hurry. Not only to calm her, but to run back to where you were needed backstage.

"Okay, listen, you're gonna go on in like five seconds." 'Not helping!' "Just remember to breathe. Your voice is perfect. You're gonna kill it out there. You look beautiful. Everything is going to be fine. You, Quinn Fabray. Can. Do. Anything."

Finally, she nodded, ready to go out there.

With Sam shooting you another grateful look, the two exited through the curtains, leaving you to run through the halls as their performance failed, then grew as you got closer to the backstage area.

The things you did for this girl.

---

After the performance and Santana's down-right iconic rendition of Valerie, the three clubs were gathered on stage for the results.

"And now, this year's Head Judge Associate Director of the Ohio Department of Motor Vehicles, Mr Pete Sosnowski."

"Wow, what a celebrity." you sassed in a whisper, with your arms thrown over Santana and Quinn's shoulders as the latter held onto their boyfriend's arm.

"Thank you," he spoke to the audience. Clearing his throat, he continued, "And thank you to all the groups who performed here today. We all had a seriously good time. You know what else is a seriously good time? Taking two minutes to save a life by filling out an organ donor card because it's never too late to donate."

Sucking your lips into an agreeing smile, you nodded your head, turning to spot Mike doing the same thing to you.

"Drumroll, please." Another clear of the man's throat. "In third place... The Hipsters."

Breaths of relief filled your team as one of the little old ladies came out to collect the award.

"Drive safely. And now, the winner of this year's West-Central Sectionals is..." The man smiled, pointing down to the card. "It's a tie. Congratulations! You're all going to the regionals!"

You joined the auditorium and two final teams in clapping, soon finding your opportunity to rush over to the Warblers' side, scooping Kurt and consequently Blane into a bear hug.

"Oof, hi, Y/N."

"Hi, Kurty."

"Congratulations," Blane chuckled against your shoulder.

"You too, buddy."

This was, like, the best outcome you could think of.

If only you could take Kurt all the way to New York with your team.

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Pushing the Lip Smackers Brittany had gifted you aside, you reached for the large textbook you needed for your next class when something -or rather, someone- ting collided with you.

"Hey, watch it-! Rachel?" Looking down, you spotted your sister, tears pouring down her face, holding onto you tightly. "Het, what happened?"

"F-F-Finn," she wept, "He broke up with me."

Now that shocked you.

"Wha-? Why?"

All that came from her were further muffled cries, so you did the only thing you could at that moment. Hold your heartbroken sister to your chest, chin rested upon her sister, as you muttered comforting words to her.

You were so gonna kick Finn's ass.

That was until you found out the whole story.

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#quinn fabray x reader #quinn fabray imagine #quinn fabray #original work #original fanfiction

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ginevrastilinski-ocs · 3 months

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➰ + Ramona?

My new rich bitch baby yes! (Also... so many poly lesbians vibes from this list lmao)

Abbie Hudson

Adelia Kline

Betty Fabray

Colton & Cece Cartwright

Charlie Sylvester

Cole Manning

Demi July

Hillary Holliday

Jeremy St James

Joy Schuester

June Harris & May Taylor

Kendall Pierce

Marilyn Pillsbury

Maureen Morton

Melody Naccarelli

Roxie Flores

Savannah Evans (& Valeria Ramirez & Bobby Seurat)

#answered #oc related ask #ramona solomon #about ramona #crossover ship #randomestfandoms

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WBW for Andrew Cartwright?

Disclaimer - this is Andrew Berry, just the crossover version with @randomestfandoms-ocs who gets his name changed in season two, post the Rachel Berry Trainwerck Extravaganza in Blame It On The Alcohol.

world building wednesday

send me the name of a character, and i’ll reply with:

B A S I C S

full name: Andrew Stephen Cartwright

gender: cis-male

sexuality: bisexual, also identifies as demisexual

pronouns: he/him

O T H E R S

family: Colton Cartwright (best-friend/soulmate), Quinn Fabrey (other best-friend/soulmate), Beth Cartwright-Fabrey (adoptive daughter) Brad Cartwright (Foster Father/Guardian?) , Cece Cartwright (Foster Sister?)

birthplace: Lima, Ohio

job: Waiter, various jobs in college, Broadway

Phobias: Will Schuster, Bugs, Slushies

guilty pleasures: Musical Films (but he doesn’t count them as guilty pleasures), Dolly Parton

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: neutral good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert:

organized/disorganized:

close minded/open-minded:

calm/anxious:

disagreeable/agreeable:

cautious/reckless:

patient/impatient:

outspoken/reserved:

leader/follower:

empathetic/unemphatic:

optimistic/pessimistic:

traditional/modern:

hard-working/lazy:

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: (varies on the crossover, all @randomestfandoms-ocs ocs) Andrew/Colton Cartwright, Andrew/Demi July, Andrew/Savannah Evens, Andrew/Joy Schuester, Andrew/Roxie Flores, Andrew/Bobby Seurat, Andrew/Val Ramirez, Andrew/Adalia Kline, Andrew/Kirsty Gilmore

ot3: Andrew/Colton/Roxie

brotp: Andrew Cartwright & Mike Chang

notp: Andrew/Dave Karofsky, Andrew/Jesse St. James,

#oc: andrew cartwright 🥺#oc: andrew berry

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blurglesmurfklaine · 1 year

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Thanks to @cerriddwenluna @thnxforknowingme and @forabeatofadrum for tagging me today!

here’s a snippet of something I’m working on that’s a bit of a guilty pleasure ship of mine. I’ve honestly grappled a lot with the idea of posting this bc I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but it makes my heart super happy and it’s my blog so I think I should get to post whatever I want lmaooo

“Then why are you so hard on me?”

“Because it’s an excuse to spend time with you!” Figgins snaps.

Will’s heart stops in his chest, and before he can stop himself he’s on Principal (he doesnt know this man’s first name, no one knows his first name. Maybe his first name is Principal. He was born for this job), kissing him hard as their tongues battle for dominance in the others mouth.

It’s everything Will Schuester dreamed it would be.

And then Sue walks in.

Thank you guys for encouraging me to stop hiding in the shadows and to share content that brings me SUCH joy 💞💞

Tagging: @rockitmans @byebyeblainey @calliopemelpomene and anyone else who wants to do this!

#no this is not an April fools joke Will/Figgins is my true otp I’m tired of having to hide my love #six sentence Sunday

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ramblingaboutglee · 1 year

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Season 6 - What Glee Should Be

Okay hear me out, I have a point I swear

Glee was cancelled going into S6. A half-length season, everyone knew it was over. There was no need to hold back, no need to compromise - and what we got was a highly divisive season that nevertheless feels like it was what the writers wanted to be doing for the last five years.

Note the focus on teacher-roles, Rachel instructing the New New New Directions, and Will and Sue’s rivalry taking the fore in later episodes. Note how none of the students get any more than one episode arcs, where even romantic subplots are constrained to single episodes unless it’s drama surrounding the teachers. It’s reminiscent of Season 1 of Glee, before the show was re-geared to be about the kids rather than Will and Emma.

But now the original kids are the teachers having the romantic subplot, creating an interesting middle-ground. But all in all, this feels so much more like the show that Glee was intended to be, now that there were no consequences for unpopularity or low ratings. It’s easy to imagine that, had the fandom not focused so much on the students, this might have been what Glee would have always looked like.

Does this mean it was good? That’s always going to be down to personal taste. But certainly, it is interesting to see the thought process shift.

Let’s look at them side by side

But seriously. There’s no escaping the fact that a lot of the heyday of Glee, and a lot of the things the fandom loves, weren’t part of the show’s original conception. There were always character arcs with the kids, a dash of acknowledging some real-world topics, but it was through the lens of, well, Will Schuester as the main character. Which is a sentence that feels so weird to type, but watching the pilot, watching the first season (especially 1A), it’s undeniable.

The show is about a teacher who learns from his kids, and through doing so has their life improved and helps figure out what they want in life and in their relationships. It’s about the idea of wasting your youth, and trying to recapture that and live your dreams even after feeling like you let them pass you by. That’s Glee season 1, before they had any idea of the huge fanbase they had, and what that fanbase wanted.

And Glee season 6? Rachel returns to McKinley, unsure of her place in life, and as she figures it out she chooses to become a teacher. She goes from hitting a low point, at the start of the season, to sorting out her priorities, finding romance again, and finding joy in helping others get the spotlight rather than being in it herself. And in much the same way, Blaine gets a comparable journey, going from a relationship that gets an alarming amount of vitriol, to finding himself with the Warblers, the school he went to originally, and having that help spark his development. Both of them have left behind successful performances to, well, teach Glee after something in their life crashed.

Rachel, Blaine and Will all get the same story.

Plus, of course, the throwback to building the Glee club one member at the time.

Parallel lines, who meet

You could complain about repetition. I’d argue that’s the point. Going to S1 again, it’s all about the parallels - right from the Pilot, Will and Terri and Emma are paralleled with Rachel and Quinn and Finn. There are a dozen tiny examples threaded throughout, like Quinn and Puck naming Beth and the immediate next scene being Shelby asking Rachel why her dads named her that - Glee likes to lay adult and teenage life side by side, and look at similarities and differences.

We’d be here a while if we listed everything. In S1, 3 and 4 especially, the show loves to compare and contrast - so having the original teens live the same arc as the teacher, well, it’s not unexpected. (shout out to Final Countdown having Kurt and Rachel watch Will and Sue have their sing-off and “...We cannot end up like them.”)

The echoes are the point. And when Glee goes out, it goes for parallels between Will and the kids, just like it did when it began.

Ain’t we got fun?

I feel like humour is going to be one of the most divisive things about S6. For me, it was a breath of fresh air - S5 had definitely gotten a little stale with some of the jokes. It referenced for the sake of referencing sometimes, and had grand set pieces that were played up like they were funny, and... weren’t, so it just ended up feeling a little weird.

S6, at least, is different. Love or hate Sue’s terrifying shipper-robot, it’s certainly not just a rehash of an old joke. Sue as an adversary is nothing new, but the dynamic she has in S6 as the over-the-top principal is different. There is imagination to a lot of the new quips, whether or not they work for you.

Then we have The Final Countdown, which harkens back to Run Joey Run and Baby Got Back as an unabashedly comedic musical number. The season gets a couple of those, and while the genre seems despised by the fandom, the writers seem to enjoy them, so given the chance, they added more.

It’s interesting. I’d probably say that one of the biggest issues Glee ran into was how it started to feel samey, and I wonder if that was a result of the same thought process that governed the show after S1 - trying to just do the things that the fandom reacted to. And when it’s too late to get the fandom back, they have the freedom to go for different things. There is genuine effort to do different rather than just do more - which inevitably runs the risk of alienating fans, but they were cancelled anyway so...

Lending a shoulder

So let’s talk about the social awareness side. How does S6 fare?

Honestly, surprisingly well. It’s still Glee, so not perfect, but there were beats that I noticed while watching that genuinely felt like an apology.

So let’s talk about Beiste. There is nuance here. Coach Beiste comes out as a trans man this season - I’ve seen this criticised, and I understand the criticism, that it undercuts Beiste’s arc in previous seasons. Originally, the depiction of a cis woman who was not conventionally attractive nor conventionally feminine still wanting acknowledgement and respect was, in its way, radical - then again, Beiste has had very little to do for a while. If the alternative was nothing, then I’m content with mere continuity wonkiness.

So let’s talk about the quality of this depiction. Glee’s previous foray into trans issues is Unique, and right from her name you get that uncomfortable vibe that they were just writing a drag queen, and there is that distinct undercurrent to some of her appearances. There was some good, but there was also a lot of... well, just imagine a ‘you tried’ star here.

Then comes Sheldon Beiste. I think this was the first time the word ‘transgender’ was actually said on the show. He’s explicit, upfront, takes a name that isn’t just ‘Badass’ or some such, and is otherwise presented and treated as just a guy, with other characters treating him without the transphobia Unique faced. Plus there is the off-handed scene where he mentions that he’s always been attracted to guys, and that’s probably not going to change - a mainstream show acknowledging that not all trans people are straight in 2015 feels bizarrely radical, especially after Unique.

Then there was Becky getting an episode that pretty much just existed to call out how she’d been consistently infantilised in previous seasons. Honestly that was one I had to google after the episode was done because there are a lot of things I don’t know about Down’s - the fact Glee of all shows got that reaction is kinda impressive.

Certainly, there are bits that are handled with the usual lack of tact, but there is a surprising amount to admire here. Which then, again, makes for a season one comparison and makes me wonder - in S1, the major dynamics that went for commentary were Kurt’s relationship with his dad, and Quinn’s arc dealing with conservative-family expectation and pressures, and a lot of that is well-handled compared to what a lot of people might expect from Glee going forwards.

There’s a lot of potential speculation there, but if nothing else, it indicates the season wasn’t low-effort.

Being the kids, as well as the sitter

Glee is about growing up, and it’s about what that means. We have a season where the teacher takes centre stage, like was originally planned, only it’s teachers that more people care about - Rachel, Kurt and Blaine probably have more fans than Will.

But what of the kids?

Given that they only have half a season, they’re impressive. It helps that they’re well cast - most only really get one or two big songs, but they’re able to nail them (if you haven’t, go listen to Roderick’s Take Me To Church, thank you), and all of them feel distinct from previous archetypes. There are also fresh dynamics here - Roderick and Spencer’s neat friendship, Jane fitting in with Dalton is brand new, Mason and Madison offer a sibling dynamic we surprisingly haven’t seen before given how rarely Glee has siblings (Kurt and Finn didn’t really act it, and Puck and Jake had few interactions).

Again, there’s genuine effort and freshness put into them, but it’s effort with the understanding that they aren’t leads. They don’t get multi-episode focuses on any love triangles or romance plots, they’re unmistakable secondary characters but it’s in that role that they thrive.

Is season 6 the best season of the show? No. And it’s one it’s easy to imagine being hated, because it is a departure from previous seasons. I could list flaws - there’s a lack of focus, a desire to bring back characters that can give a very scattershot approach, and some dynamics do feel definitely underexplored. There’s no arc to compare to, say, Quinn’s development in S1.

But for a half-length season that’s also wrapping up past characters, it does about as well as it reasonably could.

It really feels like this was the show that they meant to make, though. You can feel the extra effort that goes into it - plus the music that was selected sticks out. A Burt Bacharach episode, a Carole King/Alanis Morisette episode, these are definitely from the era and genres that the writers showed a preference for earlier on. We get another Queen song, we get Styx as the finale - bands that have both appeared before. This is a victory lap. There are certainly more modern songs included, but it’s reminiscent of, again, Season 1 thriving on the back of Journey and showtunes and Queen, before a younger audience made them insert more contemporary music. It feels as though the songs they’re including are the songs that the writers like, rather than leaning on chart-toppers - the Bacharach theme episode is one of the lowest watched episodes in the show’s run, which is kind of shocking given how easily artist-focus episodes could get a bump in viewership. For some reason though, fans of a songwriter whose heyday was in the 1950s/60s don’t cross over massively with Glee.

And yet they went for it. Why? Because they wanted to, they liked the songs (Bacharach tends to be basically showtune-adjacent, you’ll find a wealth of musical singers who’ll do his songs for albums and concerts), as we can tell by S1 using his ‘I Say A Little Prayer.’ This is what the show would have been if there was no care about what the audience wanted.

For me, the biggest flaw with Glee was the fact that they had no bloody idea what they wanted the show to be, or who the target audience even was. It goes from edgy teenage comedy, to teachable-moment kids’ show, to shockingly nuanced adult drama.

Hence the title of this ramble - this is what Glee feels like it was meant to be, regardless of personal taste. How much a show should listen to its audience is a heck of a complex question, way too much to go into this far into an already too-long ramble, but it’s still interesting to see. When they aren’t trying to balance intent and audience, you get a fascinating lens through which to look at the show.

There is effort here, which raises the question - if this is the show that they wanted to make, as it seems to be with how effective it is as a redo of the original season and original intent of the show and thereby the interests of the writers, what does that say of past seasons? Where are the compromises, where are the decisions made to feed into what the fandom wanted? And are the departures from this vision strengths or weaknesses?

I feel like everyone’s going to have a different answer to that question, and I do wonder if that’s why Glee fandom often seems so divided. Functionally, there are two shows going on here - it just depends which you were tuning in to see.

#Glee #Glee Meta #Glee Season 6 #Rachel Berry #Roderick Meeks #Spencer Porter #Jane Hayward #Madison McCarthy #Mason McCarthy #Kurt Hummel #Will Schuester

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oc-challenges · 1 year

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No offence but to have this kind of challenge sucks. I was looking forward to this challenge but it seems more about general religion than OCs or fandom. If it had been a short challenge, yeah, but the whole month? It just feels limiting. Can you not do a general winter theme challenge that doesn't isolate people? I'm an atheist so this challenge just makes me feel like I'm being marginalised even if that's not the intent. Literally my heart sank reading the challenges.

Firstly, I would like to thank you for attempts to remain civil about this and not just scream at me. Here are my responses to each point, please continue to be respectful.

A. This is not a winter challenge, it’s a winter holidays challenge hence why it’s in December when most well known winter holidays seems to take place.

B. You don’t have to be religious to have religious ocs celebrating religious holidays, after all ocs are like little people we create in our brains with their own personal beliefs and qualities.

C. There are about a thousand general winter challenges to find, perhaps not particularly about ocs but to things closely related: writing, drawing, fandom, editing, etc.

D. While Christmas certainly started as a religious holiday, it has pretty much lost all religious meaning in current years. People of all places and ideas celebrate it, it’s much more of a commercial holiday now.

E. I am also an atheist, and I am perfectly fine with all these challenges because they are not about me. They are about everybody. And marginalized is most certainly not the right term for this situation, it’s giving Will Schuester saying “You’re all minorities, you’re in the glee club.”

F. I’m sorry this challenge didn’t fill you with joy, but we can’t please everyone and it’s perfectly okay to pick and choose what you’d like to do and how you interpret each thing.

#type: answered #admin: ali

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sebastiansmytheapologist · 1 year

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the joy of one william michael schuester completely depletes my own.

#glee #glee season 5 #will schuester #when he screamed oh my god bc emma was pregnant i physically recoiled #he sucks but my hate for him comes from a personal unreasonable place #i hate when he sings or raps or opens his mouth #i hate when he walks #i hate him so much for no reason but also for so many reasons

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 28 days

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💿 + Joy

...also the only songs planned for her so far 😅

Emails I Can't Send, Sabrina Carpenter

Complicated, Avril Lavigne

Bad Reputation, Joan Jett

You Oughta Know, Alanis Morissette

So What, P!nk

Send me 💿 + an oc and I’ll give you five of their favourite songs

#ask #answered #manyfandomocs #joy schuester #about joy

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ocmerunaway · 11 months

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ship: Joy Schuester?

Name: Joanna Day Plot: Joanna is shy, to the point of almost being mute. When she performs on the stage, her true personality shines. She comes alive and sounds confident.... but when Sue starts to fracture her self esteem and Will forces her into joining Glee Club, she falls silent, until she meets Joy again. Joy who seems to shine with happiness when she performs for both the drama club and as a Cheerio, Joy who, for whatever reason, takes to her... but will Joanna ever find her words?

#joanna day #glee #crossover ships for randomestfandoms ocs

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manyfandomocs · 3 months

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➰ + Steve?

Yes yes here’s another big list (help I am already shipping some of these)

Abbie Hudson

Dolly and Barbie Corcoran

Betty Fabray (and the band)

Sav/Val/Bobby

Charlie Sylvester

Delilah Puckerman

Demi July

Gilbert Hummel

Hadley Roth <3

Hillary Holliday

Jeremy St. James

Joy Schuester

June Harris

Kendall Pierce

Marilyn Pillsbury

Natalie Astor

Roxie Flores

Sadie Berry

Tegan Wright <3

Zoe Giardi

Send me ➰ + one of my ocs and I’ll tell you which of your ocs I think they’d get along with

#answered #randomestfandom #steve schuester #oc get along game #crossover list

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cecexwrites · 3 months

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List of Maite Crossover Vibes™ that have jumped out to me (very open to others too!)

Abbie Hudson

Betty Fabray (they have the same audition song, it’s fate) & the Band

Cece Cartwright (and Colton but I feel like she and Cece would be best friends)

Christie Hummel

Demi July, obviously

Jason & Robyn Del Monico

Jeremy St James

Johanna Berry & Camilo Ayers

Joy Schuester

Mimi Morton (does Maite even go to NYADA no idea, Mimi is just fun)

Natalie Astor

Perrie Copeland

Satine Smythe (on the masterlist as Charlotte Smythe but she's been renamed/recast)

Savannah Evans

Zoe Giardi

Yes to everything. Absolutely everything

Also! Betty and Maite doing a duet of Fearless for their graduation- like the OGs did 10 different renditions of Don't Stop Believing

Maite could go to NYADA I could totally actually seeing it be a thing between her and her parents who want her to go to a 'real college' and she wants to follow her music dreams ooooh yes.

Okay yes, I need them all

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nnightskiess · 4 years

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r e q u e s t: Hi !! I love your writing ❤️ I want to know if it’s possible for you to write something with Quinn fabray x reader ? They are together in quarantine in New York with Rachel, Kurt and Santana. Also Reader and Santana are best friends. Can you add humor and fluff please ? Thanks ☺️

Quinn and Y/N were walking hand in hand through the streets of New York. They had planned a little getaway together to the big city. It was mainly Quinn’s idea, she wanted to propose to her high school sweetheart— Y/N. But most of their trip, and thus Quinn��s plan, fell apart due to the rapid spread of the Covid virus. Their tickets for Broadway had been refunded. The cute tearoom where Quinn had planned to propose to the girl— and where the two women had shared their first kiss during Glee club’s Nationals in New York— was closed down due to the virus. Most of the things Quinn had planned out for the proposal got refunded, except for the hotel. Quinn decided that she’d postpone her proposal to another time. She didn’t want to propose to Y/N like this. She deserved a proper proposal, like the one Quinn had planned out in her head for years. Quinn tried not to let it get her down but she found it hard to lie to Y/N about the frown on her face.

“I know it’s different.... but... I’m still glad we’re here.” Y/N brought their intertwined hands together and planted a kiss on Quinn’s knuckles. “New York always brings me back to high school.”

“Remember when we broke the bed during our pillow fight? And, oh God, how Tana fell off it when you smacked her across the face?” Y/N shook her head in amusement, “But the thing I will never forget is when we shared our first kiss in that adorable tearoom near the hotel.”

Quinn gave her a distant smile.

“And remember how panicked I was when Mr. Schuester walked by the window and I thought he had seen us out of the hotel room?”

Quinn hummed softly, rubbing her thumb across Y/N’s hand. She remembered every little detail about that morning, which made this all so much harder.

Y/N came to a halt and stood in front of Quinn, which caused the latter to bump into her.

“Oh, baby-”

“Why are you so quiet? I don’t like it.” Y/N seemed genuinely worried.

Quinn looked at the ground for a second and held her temple, trying to come up with a good enough lie.

“I-” She looked back up at her girlfriend and her expression immediately softened. Whenever Y/N was worried— particularly about Quinn — her eyebrows would furrow and she’d pout her lips ever so slightly.

Quinn sighed, “I’m just disappointed that we couldn’t visit it this time. I feel like a visit to New York is never complete without a high tea at our place.” Y/N smiled softly when Quinn grabbed her cheeks to comfort her.

“You know what else makes our trip complete?”

Y/N grinned like an idiot, immediately knowing what she was hinting at.

Quinn smiled,

“Let’s go pick up our stuff from the hotel first and then drive there.”

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“Wait, let me scare her.”

Quinn shook her head in amusement as her girlfriend plastered herself against the wall next to the front door of the apartment. Quinn knocked a few times before the door slid open.

“Oh my God! Quinn! It’s so good to see you!” Kurt’s voice rang through the hallway. He quickly hugged her before calling Santana.

“Quinn’s here!”

He turned back to the blond in front of him, “Are you alone?” Kurt was in disbelief, knowing very well that Quinn and her girlfriend were inseparable. Quinn quickly looked at Y/N through her peripheral and saw her nod her head.

“...I guess so-”

“Wait... you two are still together, right?” Concern filled Kurt’s voice, but before Quinn could reply, Santana appeared out of the bathroom.

“Ha! You bet they are.” She smirked at her friend, “Wait... where’s the fiancée?”

Quinn’s eyes widened and she immediately faked a long, awkward laughter. “Good one, San.”

Kurt looked between the two girls in confusion, and even Santana seemed lost.

He let out an awkward chuckle. “Am I missing something?”

Santana got the hint after Quinn shot her another look, “Oh- that’s just an inside joke of ours.”

“Y/N! Oh my God!” Someone squealed.

The three turned around and saw Rachel stand in the hallway, two large bags in her hand. She had seen Y/N hide behind the wall when she walked up to their frontdoor.

“Damn it, Berry.” Y/N groaned. “You ruined my surprise.”

Santana snorted, “Well, I knew you were somewhere. Quinn gets rashes when you’re not within a radius of 16 feet.” She opened her arms wide when Y/N revealed herself. “C’mere, I missed you.”

The two best friends shared a sweet hug while Rachel clumsily carried her bags inside.

“What’s up with that?” Kurt turned to her.

“Oh- well, now that our shows are postponed to God-knows-when... I thought I’d bring the stuff from my dressing room back home.”

“Why’d you bring this coffee machine home? We already have one.”

“Yeah, but I don’t like that one.”

“Rachel! We have no more countertop space... or available plugs!”

He gasped when he saw the brand, “These coffee pods are thirty dollars per package?!”

Santana rolled her eyes and walked Quinn and Y/N to the living room.

“So...while we let Bert and Ernie bicker... what’s up? No trouble in paradise?” She turned to the couple, hoping to cryptically find out why Quinn hadn’t proposed.

"I can’t believe you think we’d be able to part ways.” Y/N joked back and cuddled up against her girlfriend, who shook her head at Santana to let her know she’d tell her later.

“What do you girls want to drink? Or do you want some of Rachel’s exquisite coffee?” Kurt asked from the kitchen.

“Can I try a sip first?”

Quinn smiled at the childish antics of her girlfriend. Rachel gestured the girl to come over, which left the two ex-cheerios alone to talk.

Santana leaned in closer so that no one would hear,

“What happened?! Did you freak out at the last minute? Tell me you didn’t...”

Quinn sighed and rubbed her temples, “No, my whole proposal fell into pieces thanks to this freaking virus.”

“People are dying, Q.”

She sighed, “Gah, I know. It’s just- I’ve had this all planned out in my head for years. This was how it was supposed to go. And now everything is ruined.”

Santana gave her a sympathetic smile and squeezed her knee. “And there’s no alternative that you’d like?”

Quinn shrugged and shook her head softly.

“Well, if I may speak freely... we’re the only people who know Y/N in and out... which means that we also both know that she wouldn’t care if you went on one knee in a clown suit or if you wrote your big question in the sky with a plane...” Santana looked back to see if they were paying attention to their hushed conversation, but Y/N was sitting on the counter, her feed dangling while she took gentle sips of the expensive coffee. A small smile appeared on both girl’s faces.

“The only thing she cares for is that you are the one to ask her.”

Quinn’s eyes were filled with tears as she came to the realisation.

“Thanks, Santana.”

“Anytime.”

The two hugged until they heard Y/N run up to them.

“I want in!”

✫彡

A few hours had passed and all five of them were sprawled about the couch, their take-away food on the coffee table. Y/N’s head rested against Quinn’s chest while her legs were put on Santana’s lap. Quinn mindlessly played with the strands of Y/N’s hair.

It had become a tradition for them to watch ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ every time they visited their friends in New York.

“This scene breaks my heart every damn time.” Y/N mumbled and threw a napkin at the TV when Holly left the cat on the curb in the rain.

“She goes back for him later, though.” Kurt spoke.

“I don’t care. Damage is done.”

‘People do fall in love, people do belong to each other. Because that’s the only chance anybody has for real happiness.’ Paul, one of the characters spoke.

Quinn put her head against Y/N’s at hearing that. She was filled with so much joy at having this wonderful girl in her arms.

“I’ve been carrying this thing around for months,” Paul grabbed a wedding ring box out of his coat which caused Quinn’s mind to wander off. Even though she had seen this movie a dozen times, she was still surprised to be reminded of her ruined proposal.

Before she could make herself feel miserable about it again, Rachel’s phone rang. She quickly excused herself but motioned for them to not pause the movie.

Rachel walked to the living area after a few minutes, her expression tense and filled with worry.

“Guys...”

Kurt paused the movie as the girls turned to Rachel.

“We might have a tiny problem...Well... a big one, actually.”

Everyone got the memo that it was something serious and they sat up.

“One of the ensemble members has been tested positive for the virus... which means that everyone— crew and cast — needs to go into quarantine at home... and that includes everyone they have been in contact with... so that would mean that we have to stay inside for the next two weeks too...”

The bunch on the couch took a moment to take the news in until Santana shot up,

“I am not going to spend two weeks, non-stop, in here! I already go insane with too much of you as it is. I usually can deal with curtains as walls, your stubble in the sink or your god-awful annoying vocal exercises when I’m trying to sleep but that’s because I get home from work, eat and head straight to bed. But I will literally kill someone if I have to go through that all day long. I was supposed to see Brittany this weekend but hey, thanks a lot, Berry.”

“This is hardly Rachel’s fault. It’s the responsible and safe thing to do. You wouldn’t want Brittany to get it, right?”

Santana avoided eye-contact, but it was clear that she agreed with what Kurt said.

“Wow, I feel so unwanted right now.” Y/N mumbled out, slightly joking. “You get to spend your quarantine with us!”

Santana gave her a tight-lipped, apologetic smile, “I know, that’s the only good thing about this.”

Rachel saw the gloomy looks on everyone’s face. “They won’t tell us who it is for privacy reasons, but I usually don’t hang out with the ensemble anyway so I hope I’m safe. I’m so sorry, you guys.”

Kurt stood up with a sigh, “I guess I’ll go find the spare mattress then. You two can take my bed.” He was about to walk off but pointed a finger at Quinn and Y/N. “No sex... in my bed.”

Quinn pursed her lips, not that happy with Kurt’s rule.

“You were the leader of the celibacy club, you can last two weeks without sex. Besides, there are no walls so I will know when you break my rule.”

“Like that’s ever stopped you and Blaine before.” Santana rolled her eyes. “But great. We’ll have five, sexually frustrated people cooped up together in a tiny apartment with no walls for privacy, no natural light and no entertainment. Someone’s definitely going to get murdered... by me.” She added.

“My vote’s on Rachel...” Y/N mumbled out. Santana stuck out her hand behind her back for Y/N to high five.

“I’m just glad we decided to check out of our hotel this morning and bring our stuff to you guys... because no matter how much I love you all, I am not going to wear any of your spare panties.” Quinn stood up to go and help Kurt.

“You could just go commando.” Y/N shrugged, “I wouldn’t mind.”

Quinn sent her a teasing look and winked.

“I would say get a room but yeah, we don’t have any...so...” Rachel shrugged.

“I can’t believe we’re going to have to do this.” Santana sighed and walked off to her part of the apartment.

“Hey- but, look at it this way. We’ll have two weeks of non-stop karaoke, binge-watching and eating junk food. Doesn’t that sound great?” Rachel tried again but no one replied.

✫彡

One week done, one week to go.

For Quinn and Y/N, this week had consisted of a lot of cuddling and making out in bed, watching silly movies and cooking with whatever they could find in the pantry.

Santana had surprisingly been on her best behaviour, though they let her be whenever she had a ‘don’t-talk-to-me’ look on her face. Y/N suspected that Brittany had probably told her to be nice and to make the best out of it, but she also liked to think that it was because of her presence. She hadn’t been able to visit her best friend often now that they lived so far away. But it was like old times whenever they saw each other again. However, Quinn had caught herself feeling jealous that the two women had spent that much time together. But her jealousy washed away when she saw the best friends joke or laugh like they used to when they were still 16 year olds. It warmed her heart.

Kurt blended in perfectly and knew exactly when to give someone space or when to approach them. He and Quinn made sure there was food on the table and he had ordered a lot of, mostly useless, stuff online to try and keep everyone entertained. The twister game had been everyone’s favourite so far. And the effort he put into his bingo night was even too wholesome for Santana to make a comment about it, no matter how bad she wanted to after getting a rubber duck as present when she won.

Rachel did her best to help wherever she could and she was, surprisingly, a lot of fun to have around when things got boring. Though, yes, the daily vocal exercises got a bit out of hand when she woke them up belting high notes at 7.30. Santana was close to killing her had it not been for Quinn and Y/N holding her back. Santana wasn’t intimidating at all with her bed head, tangled up hair and red PJs and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh.

Quinn had been over the moon, so to say. She got to spend two whole weeks with the love of her life. Yes, they lived together but that was different. Now, there was no schedule or work to interrupt them or cloud their minds. It was just them, enjoying being in each other’s arms. For a lot of couples the lockdown and quarantine would probably be make or break, but Quinn hadn’t been worried about a negative outcome at all. When you’ve been together for that long, and been through hell and back, you know you will persevere together. The company of Kurt and Rachel was fun, and it was certainly good to have Santana around again but Quinn couldn’t help but wish it had just been Y/N and herself in quarantine. If that had been the case, she knew they wouldn’t just spend their days only cuddling in bed.

Y/N was the only one that was visibly annoyed and on edge. She would roll her eyes or sigh in annoyance if things went wrong or if someone said something she didn’t like. Quinn had caught her staring out of the window, to which Y/N explained that she hoped if she looked hard and long enough she might see the dragon that would save her. She wasn’t used to sit around and do nothing and was bored out of her mind.

Quinn and Y/N were lying in Kurt’s bed with their legs tangled together. Quinn held her girl close to her chest. She squeezed her and inhaled the scent of her freshly washed hair. The window was slightly open, causing a chill breeze to slightly move the curtains.

“Now I’m sure of it...” Y/N started, getting Quinn’s attention, “I’m never going to commit a felony.”

Quinn let out a breathy chuckle, “Were you questioning it before?”

“I can’t imagine being stuck like this for years.”

“Well, you still have access to the internet, great food, your friends...and your wonderful girlfriend.”

Y/N looked up at Quinn and grinned. She grabbed the girl’s cheek as she kissed her.

“Can’t believe I’m about to say this but I’m actually really thankful we got stuck in quarantine.”

Y/N subtly arched a questioning eyebrow.

“It made me realise two things— too much of Rachel Berry will be the end of me-” Y/N let out a breathy chuckle at that, “-and...”

Quinn stared into her girlfriend’s eyes, was she really going to do this now? Yes. Yes, she definitely was. This was the-

“Oh my God!” Kurt’s exciting squeal filled the apartment, startling both girls. They heard Santana shush him and it suddenly got very quiet. Too quiet...

Y/N tiptoed out of the bed in her PJ’s and fluffy socks and opened the curtain to see Santana and Kurt staring directly at her. She had clearly caught them with something, but with what? Quinn appeared behind Y/N and noticed the jacket that Santana was trying to hide behind their backs.

Kurt noticed she was doing a poor job at it and snatched the jacket out of Santana’s hands to hold it up to his face, admiring it like it was a newborn baby. “Oh my, it’s so pretty! Where did you buy this?”

Quinn quickly glanced at Y/N, who didn’t seem to notice what was happening. “Guys,” She groaned, “I thought something happened, you interrupted my peace.” She walked back, irritated, and closed the curtain in a swift motion.

“Why were you snooping in my stuff?!” Quinn hissed and plucked her jacket out of his hands.

“Um, excuse me? When where you going to tell me that you plan on proposing to her!?” Kurt whispered, enthusiasm clear in his voice.

Quinn didn’t reply and instead searched the pockets. “Where is it?”

“Here,” Santana gave her the jewellery box. “It fell out when Kurt was organising the coat rack.”

“Why haven’t you done it yet?”

“I had everything planned but the virus ruined it. It was suppose to happen the day we came here, but our favourite tearoom was shut down and so were all the other activities I had planned.” She sighed, “I was about to do it just now, in the heat of the moment, but then you two interrupted that. Whatever. I’m glad I didn’t. She deserved better than that.”

Santana crossed her arms, not happy with the fact that Quinn had apparently totally forgotten what the two of them had talked about a week prior.

“Damn, I wish you would’ve done it just now. That would mean the end of wicked witch Y/N.” Rachel joined their conversation. “Oh, so you can make fun of me but not the other way around? It was just a joke.” She added and raised her arms when she saw the looks Quinn and Santana were giving her.

“Okay, I know everyone’s feeling a bit irritated, but it’s just one more-”

The bell rang.

“Don’t tell me you bought us all matching boho outfits for your Mamma Mia night. I’m not wearing it.” Santana crossed her arms.

“I didn’t order anything?”

Y/N appeared again and opened the door.

“Thank you so much. Here, keep this.”

She closed it, walked over to the kitchen table and went to put everything down, completely ignoring the rest. She noticed the silence and turned around.

“Oh- Don’t worry, I ordered for everyone.”

Quinn eyed the table and recognised the familiar logo on the napkins.

“Baby-”

“I felt so bad that we couldn’t go to our place this time. So when I found out that they started doing deliveries this week, I knew I wanted to order their high tea menu. I got the one we usually get... to make you feel better...”

Quinn wrapped her arms around the girl’s waist from behind and put her chin on her shoulder. Y/N leaned into her touch.

“This is the sweetest thing ever. I love you.”

Y/N kissed Quinn’s forehead and sat down, immediately grabbing a brownie.

“You need to wife her up, fast.” Santana whispered into Quinn’s ear when she walked by.

And she would, when the moment was right.

✫彡

Kurt was watching a movie with Blaine through face time, Rachel was practicing some lines and Santana was face timing Brittany. Quinn and Y/N had promised to do the dishes, but Quinn ushered the girl to take a nap on the couch when she saw how tired her girl looked.

Quinn took quick glances towards the living room every few seconds and saw that Y/N had finally fallen asleep on the couch. With a faint smile on her face, she grabbed a blanket and tucked Y/N in. One of Rachel’s dvd’s, The Sound of Music, was still playing in the background. She slowly took the remote out of Y/N’s hands and turned it off.

“You’re the best and most precious thing in my life. I love you.” She bent down and caressed her cheek.

She widened her eyes when an idea suddenly struck her mind.

✫彡

“What do we sing?”

“No... no singing proposal. Y/N would hate that.”

“I loved it.” Kurt shrugged.

“So, then what’s the plan?”

“Listen up...”

✫彡

Their quarantine was over and no one had gotten sick. No one from Rachel’s crew or cast had gotten it either. Brittany and Blaine came over as soon as they could. They were over the moon to hear about Quinn wanting to propose and agreed to help.

“Love, what are you doing?”

Y/N sat on her suitcase, desperately trying to get it closed.

“I thought I had gained weight, not my clothes.” She grunted, “If we want to get home before the dark we should drive off by-”

“Actually... I had something planned before we go home.”

“Oh?”

“Is it okay if we leave as soon as you can? Bring a jacket, I don’t want you to get cold.”

Quinn left Y/N to get ready and anxiously walked into the kitchen where the rest were whispering words of encouragement to her. Quinn knew how much they had loved each other for the past years, but something inside her was still very insecure if Y/N would say yes to her question... to her. What would she do with herself if Y/N didn’t accept her ring?

“She’s going to love it.” Santana hugged her tight but quickly let go when Y/N opened the curtain.

“Why are you all looking at me?”

“Because you look lovely.” Quinn grabbed her hand. They all sent her thumbs up as she took one last glance over her shoulder.

✫彡

Y/N was eating a pretzel that Quinn had bought her in the park. The two were walking in a comfortable silence. Quinn glanced to the girl beside her, hoping that Y/N would catch on on what was happening soon.

They had walked almost the very same route that they walked on that morning in New York many, many years ago. Their end stop would be at the edge of the park, where Santana and Brittany were now probably busy setting their high tea up.

“Why are pretzels so much better in New York?”

“Eh, I don’t know. I’m not really a pretzel girl.”

The park was normally crowded with locals and tourists, but they had barely seen a handful of people so far.

“Wasn’t this where we sat with the kids from Glee?”

Quinn smiled softly.

Finally.

“Yeah, it is, actually.”

“Oh- Well, everything from that trip is very blurry in my mind, except for our first kiss, of course. I can even still tell you the colour of your coat.”

Quinn gave her a playful smile and grabbed Y/N’s hand. “Which was?”

“Red.” She booped her nose with the end of her pretzel, earning a giggle from Quinn.

She grinned softly, “Remember that snow globe I bought for you? With New York’s skyline?”

Y/N gasped, “I loved that thing.”

The two laughed, remembering that Y/N had dropped it when they rushed to cross the street only half an hour after buying it.

“Then you bought me a couple others throughout the years but none of them have ever been able to have the same value to me. Sorry not sorry.”

Quinn smiled to herself, hoping she was about to change that in a few minutes. She saw Santana and Brittany sitting on the grass in the distance and guided Y/N to the two. They left without saying a word, but not before giving the two enthusiastic but knowing smiles. Santana wiggled her eyebrows but Britt pulled her away.

“I am so confused right now.” Y/N hesitantly sat down on the blanket. “Why were they here?”

“I asked them to help me set up this little picnic so it could be a surprise. I know you ordered the high tea last week but I wanted to end our trip off like this, with just us. Also, we’ve spent the last two weeks in NYC without even a day outside. I didn’t want to leave before we went somewhere. I hope you like it.”

“Like it? I can never get enough of their cheesecake bites.”

Quinn smiled nervously, trying to hide how stressed she felt. She poured the juice in their glasses and fed Y/N a bite of a scone with butter and peach marmalade.

“How does that taste?”

Y/N threw her head back and groaned. “I’m going to miss their food.”

Quinn barely replied, too focused on how she was going to bring it up. Backing out now felt like a good way to calm her nerves but she knew she shouldn’t. Not only because Santana would kill her if she did, but also because there would never be a more perfect moment than now.

“Quinn?”

“Uh-Yeah, love?”

“What is this?” Y/N repeated.

Quinn’s eyes widened when she saw the wrapped up package Y/N had grabbed out of the basket.

“Oh- I... that...-” She sighed, “Screw it.” She went to sit on her knees and ushered Y/N to open it.

“For me?”

Quinn nodded, a big smile on her face.

“Quinnie... you-”

“Open it, my love.”

Y/N removed the wrapping paper and gasped when she saw what it was. It was a handmade snow globe, made in a mason jar. The New York skyline was glued to the bottom of it with a laminated picture of the two of them that they took during their first visit to New York. (Thank God Kurt was into a crafty phase during the second week of quarantine).

“I’m not the best at crafts but I just thought-”

“I love it.” Y/N beamed from ear to ear and her smile only widened when the snow inside of it fell onto the skyline.

“This is the most thoughtful gift someone has ever given me.”

“I’m glad you love it.” Quinn grabbed Y/N’s hand and softly moved it around so that the bottom of the snow globe was now facing up. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows until she realised what was scribbled down onto a piece of paper at the bottom. Quinn put the snow globe down and grabbed both of Y/N’s hands in her own, brushing her thumbs against the girl’s knuckles.

“I must admit that I thought what I’m about to say a million times over for the past days and I imagined what I would say to you in this moment for years—but truth be told, I kind of forgot all of that because of the nerves,” Quinn let out a chuckle, “To be honest, I have always known that you were the only girl I wanted to be with in this life. I don’t know what it was, but we’ve just had this instant gravitation towards each other. I know I wasn’t always the kindest to you in the beginning yet you still helped me through everything. The pregnancy, the accident... Now I can say all this cheesy shit about how you and I bring the best out of each other and how much love we have for one another but I think I don’t need to say that. We both know how much our relationship means to us. New York has always been a special place to me since it reminds me of why and how we fell in love. Which is why I wanted to do this here. This is were it all began. Now, I had everything planned months ago but... the situation changed and well... yeah. I had to adjust. At first, I wanted to postpone it all. Until I realised that I couldn’t wait any longer. Y/N, you are my everything. I want to be by your side until eternity. I want to be your person for as long as I can. I want to love and care for you for as long as you want me to.”

She let out a shaky breath.

“So I guess...what I’m trying to say here is...” She grabbed the box out of her pocket, opened it and presented it to Y/N. “Would you like to marry me?”

Y/N looked at the box in shock, she hadn’t made eye contact with Quinn ever since she had presented her with the ring in her hand.

The silence lasted only for a few seconds but it felt like minutes to Quinn, who slowly lowered her hands.

Y/N suddenly let out a sob, then another. She jumped onto Quinn and wrapped her arms around her neck.

“Yes.” She said through her sobs. Quinn let out a gasp of relief and squeezed the girl in her arms, letting her own tears fall freely now.

“Oh-” Y/N groaned and let go of her embrace. “I stepped into the scones...” She pouted and looked at her marmalade stained knee. Quinn laughed through her tears, realising this was exactly why she had asked this girl to marry her.

Y/N forgot it immediately the moment she locked eyes with her fiancée. She held her tight and kissed her like she never had before.

They let go like two love-sick puppies when they heard all of their friends approach. The newly engaged couple was radiating.

“I love you, so much.”

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