#quinn fabray x fem reader

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She's My Girlfriend - Sebastian Smythe x Reader (Chapter 3)

Sebastian Smythe x Fem!Reader (Posted on Wattpad)

Summary:

"What are you doing?!"

"We knew you guys were up to no good!"

"What are you talking about, she's my girlfriend!"

"Wait, girlfriend?" "Huh?" "I thought you were gay..?"

Word Count: 880

Y/N's POV

I rushed through the halls, passing and almost bumping into people as I raced to the practice room. We were supposed to all be there 15 minutes ago. I speed through the hallways, almost running past the room. I entered out of breath, everyone's attention turned to me.

"You're late, again." Mr. Shue says. "That's the third time this month y/n. What's going on?"

"What? Nothing, I just don't manage time well and run a little late sometimes. I'm sorry Mr. Shue, I'll try and get better at it." I tell him, still slightly out of breath.

"Okay, come sit down so we can start." He tells me.

I nod and make my way over to my seat, in between Kurt and Mercedes. As I sit down, Kurt leans over and whispers to me, "It's a boy isn't it?"

I look at him and my face turns a dusty pink shade, "What? No. There's no boy."

"Mhm, sure there's not. But that's okay, I'll find out soon enough." He says with a smile on his face. To which I just rolled my eyes and turned my attention to Mr. Shue.

"Okay guys, for this week's assignment we're going to bring some R&B and soul into it. So let's see what you've got." Mr. Shue tells us.

My phone buzzed, and I quickly checked and found a message from Sebastian.

'Hey gorgeous, still coming over to Dalton after practice?'

- Seb

I grin down at my phone before typing and sending a quick response.

'Of course. Love you!'

- N/n

'Love you more'

- Seb

Kurt started to lean over my shoulder, "Who are you texting?"

I jump a bit and turn off my phone before placing it back in my pocket. "No one." I state quickly.

"So I was right? There is a boy, isn't there?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

"I'm sorry did you say a boy?" Mercedes asked.

"Oh my gosh, really?" Rachel asked, excitedly.

"Does our sweet little y/n have a boyfriend we don't know about?" Finn also joins in.

Soon enough I had the whole glee club's attention once again and was being bombarded with questions.

"Okay, okay guys. Let's not push, I'm sure if there is a boy, y/n will tell us when she's ready. All of this interrogating her isn't going to make her want to tell us." Blaine butted in, getting everyone to settle down.

'Thank you.' I mouthed over to him. And he responded with a small grin.

Soon after that, we were all dismissed and I was first out of the room. I was on my way out the door before a hand gently grabbed my wrist.

"So, is there anything you want to tell me?" I turned around and came face to face with Blaine.

I let out a groan, "Oh no, not you too!!"

"Hey, I get it. If you don't want anyone to know, that's fine." He says, putting his hands up in defense. "But if there is something going on, you can tell me. I promise not to tell a soul, not even Kurt."

I let out a heavy sigh, "Fine. There is a boy but I know you won't approve of him. And I really don't want you all getting in the way of us."

"I promise, whoever it is, I won't get mad." He tells me.

"It's Sebastian." I say bluntly.

"Oh, okay..." He says slowly.

3... 2... 1..

"Him?! Why y/n? Why him of all people?!" He yells a little loud, catching other students' attention.

"Shhh, not so loud!! I thought you said you weren't going to get mad!" I tell him in a hushed voice.

"That was before you told me that it was Sebastian! Need I remind you that he's the one who threw a slushie with Rock salt at me and almost blinded me!" He whisper yelled back.

"See?! This.This is exactly why I didn't want to tell any of you! I knew that you would hate it! And of course I remember that Blaine, I never left your side when it happened! And besides I already told him off about that and he's trying to be nicer Blaine! Ask the Warblers yourself, they'll tell you that he's gotten better." I say back, a quivering frown placed upon my face.

Blaine took a deep breath, "Okay, look. I get it, really I do. If he makes you happy then I can learn to live with it. And I won't tell any of the others, you're right about them not taking it so easy. But just be careful, I don't want you getting hurt."

I pull him into a tight hug which he reciprocates. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I told him.

"You're welcome n/n." He chuckled as we pulled apart. I checked my phone's time and I was starting to run late.

"Well I'm heading to Dalton right now, I'm already a bit late." I tell him, pocketing my phone.

"I can drop you off if you want? Kurt and I don't have any plans scheduled." He offers.

"Yes! That would be great!" I say before grabbing his arm and pulling him out of school.

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[dragonfirerogue-writes]

hi this is my first time sending a request and this one was rejected by other writer so I wondered if you could write it instead. I love quinn and I was thinking about a quinn fabray x fem!reader where reader was quinn first love back in middle school in that old school of hers and they had confessed to each other. reader loved quinn since her lucy caboosey phase and you could add that russell or Judy found out and separated them and encouraged quinn to get the nose job and lose weight. anyways, reader goes to McKinley during season 2 where quinn is trying to get her life together and she snaps when reader tries to approach her using her old name they don't speak anymore but reader always look out for quinn from the sideways (she's not from the glee club but she befriends Rachel) and quinn gets even more pissed when she catches rachel mentioning you before glee starts. the whole mess with lucy caboosey gets out and they finally speaks w reader comforting Quinn. make it angsty with a happy ending do not spare our feelings😂

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Still By Your Side

You know you're staring, but you can't help it. Something about this girl in your class is so familiar. You just can't put your finger on it.

See, you used to live in Lima, but you moved away in middle school. Forced away, rather. Now you're back and junior year began at McKinley High. While you recognized a lot of people, this one person just couldn't jog your memory.

Not until her eyes bore into yours.

As soon as class ends, you pack up your things and dart after the blonde.

"Hey! Wait!"

The blonde turns around, eyebrows cocked with an annoyed look on her face. She doesn't say anything, waiting for you to tell her why you're bothering her.

You take a moment to take her in. This girl was beautiful, that's for sure. There was a grace about her to match. Even her annoyed face looked pretty. You shake the thought from your head before finally speaking.

"Lucy, right? Lucy Fabray? It's me, Y/N."

Almost immediately, a hand covers your mouth and you're shoved against the lockers. Eyes blazing with fury found your shocked ones.

"I don't care who you are. I don't care how we met. But you will NEVER utter that name ever again." She leans closer and dangerously lowers her voice. "I am not Lucy and I will never be again. I am Quinn Fabray. Lucy is dead."

She pushes off of you, shoving you further into the lockers before striding away. You just watch her leave, your heart breaking with each step she takes. You didn't even notice the person next to you until she spoke.

"Sorry about her. She's always been like that."

With a jolt of surprise, you turn to look at the short brunette next to you. There's a moment before you look towards Quinn again.

"No... Not always." A sigh escapes your lips before you turn your attention to your companion. "You're friends with Lu-er... Quinn?" The brunette lets out a soft, rueful laugh.

"Kind of? More like rivals, I guess. We're both in Glee Club together. I'm Rachel Berry." She holds out her hand, which you take to shake.

"Y/N," you reply. "Y/N Y/L."

"If you wanna get close to Quinn, you can join Glee. We always need more members anyway." She offers. You consider it for a moment before shaking your head.

"Nah. I won't bother her like that. And I'd rather get myself settled before joining any clubs." You smile. "Thanks though. Maybe in the future." Rachel returns your smile with her own wide one.

"I'll hold you to that."

-----+++++-----

As the days pass, you learn more about Quinn thanks to Rachel. Her pregnancy and the resulting fallout with her parents, her life with the Glee Club, and now her determination to return to life before her baby. It was a lot and you weren't surprised by how much it affected her. You've already decided to stay out of Quinn's way, but they didn't mean you weren't still drawn to her.

While you tried your best to avoid directly interacting with the blonde, there were times when it was inevitable. Much like when she and Santana got into a fight in the hallway and you made it a point to pull Quinn away while blocking the Latina's attacks with your body.

Quinn didn't even acknowledge you.

It wasn't ideal. Your heart squeezed in pain with every rebuff. But the love you held for her, from the moment you met Lucy, it was worth every glance.

Only once did Quinn speak to you after meeting again. It had been months of just being in her orbit. But suddenly, you're slammed against the wall.

"Stay away from Berry." She growls. "I already have to deal with you everywhere else. I don't need that dwarf opening her big mouth to speak your name."

Recovered from the push and sudden rant, you retort.

"We haven't spoken since the first day! I even honored your request, Quinn. I don't understand why you dislike me so much."

"You don't get it." She leans into your space. If you weren't so frustrated, you would've blushed. "You're the only one who knows about Lucy. About everything I had to go through because of her. You can ruin my reputation with that knowledge. How can I not hate you?"

You could only blink in shock. So much was forgotten. Or rather, repressed. After a moment, you sigh.

"Quinn... What would I gain from that?" With a slump, your head thumps against the wall. "You may have forgotten but I... I loved Lucy." You hear a soft gasp. "I still love her. Even after your parents forced me away. Even after all this time."

You finally look straight into Quinn's eyes.

"If I ever talk about Lucy, it will only be with love and adoration. But since you don't want any indication of her existence, then she'll live in my heart. I'm not here to hurt you, Quinn. You have my word."

With that last word, you push past Quinn, leaving her in the hallway. You laid everything out there and you hope the blonde would trust you.

You didn't notice the look of awe in her face.

-----+++++-----

The first thing you noticed when you walked into school the next week were the whispers. Gossip sprung up all around you. You were confused until you were faced with a poster of a familiar photo.

Lucy Caboosey.

Almost immediately, you move to look for Quinn. At the choir room, you were met with most of the New Directions. Upon seeing you, Rachel rushed up.

"Y/N!"

"What's going on?" Another girl piped up.

"Fabray was being more annoying than Rachel." You recognized her to be Lauren Zizes. "I found out her little secret and decided to even the odds for Prom Queen."

You just stared at her. "YOU WHAT!?"

Everyone jumped at your voice.

"Do you know what she had to go through because of that bullying? I basically had to be her bodyguard in middle school just so she wouldn't be pushed to do anything drastic. And. You. Bring. That. BACK!?"

It didn't matter that Zizes was twice your size and stronger. She shrunk at your rage.

"You better damn well hope I find her before I see you again."

You whirl around to continue your search for Quinn, leaving the group in fear and awe.

Eventually, you follow the trail of torn posters to a classroom where you find the blonde crying at a desk. Quietly, you take a place across from her and wait for her to acknowledge you. It didn't take long for her to look up at you with teary eyes.

"Y/N..."

You smile. "Hey, Luce. Sorry I wasn't around to protect you this time." Quinn let's out a scoff.

"Please. I pushed you away. It's my own fault." A sigh escapes her lips. "How am I going to face the school now?"

"The same way you always did."

Quinn just looks at you, confused.

"Sure, you had an outburst. But you can't let that, or your past, dictate what you do now." You reach out your hand, palm up in an inviting manner. "You show that it doesn't control you. Even if you're just faking it."

She stares at your hand.

"Why are you doing this? After everything that's happened between us." You just give her a sad smile.

"I told you before. I love Lucy. Always will. I told her that as long as I was around, I'd protect her. I intend to keep it."

A tear falls from Quinn's eyes as she looks at you with wonder. Her hand covers yours and she revels in its warmth.

"Do you think you can... Love Quinn like you did Lucy? I've changed so much since you left. I'm not Lucy Caboosey anymore."

"Quinn," you start. "I don't think I could love you like I did Lucy." The blonde wilts, her heart breaking. Her hand clutches tighter onto yours. She had been so scared of her reputation crumbling that it masked her own feelings for you. Feelings she held for so long.

Quinn's actions catch your attention and when you look into her eyes, you're struck by the emotion in them. In an instant, you're back in middle school and falling in love all over again. You let yourself stay in that moment for a bit before speaking again.

"Lucy has a special place in my heart. She's my first love." You watch as your thumb caresses Quinn's hand. "It'll always be there, but it'll never grow." Your eyes meet again. "It can grow with you though. I may not know Quinn as well as I did Lucy, but I'd like to."

The smile on your face is immediately covered by soft lips. In a surge of emotion, the blonde leaned forward to kiss you. Before you could even react, she retreats.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself..." The light blush on her face sparks another memory and your smile widens.

"And here I thought I'd be the one to break." You chuckle. Gently, you lift her hand and kiss each knuckle. "Maybe let me kiss back this time?"

Quinn's blush deepens.

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my requests are always open!! if you have any thg character request (blurb, headcanons, one shot, etc), thought or just want to talk about them, my asks are open!! (also i love glee and would write anything about quinn fabray)

sorry if sometimes it takes me a while to respond to my asks, at times my inspiration is a little bit low or uni is killing me, but i will answer them

i looove talking about anything, so pleease don't be afraid to interact with me, i would love to be mutuals :)

THE HUNGER GAMES

Finnick Odair

boyfriend!finnick odair who helps you study for your finals

boyfriend!finnick odair who breaks up with you after seven years together

finnick odair who loves making improvements to your home to make your life easier

finnick odair who loves doting on his partner, but he also loves being doted on back

finnick odair is a sucker for affection from his romantic partner

finnick odair loves knitting and crocheting

finnick odair loves knitting and crocheting with a swiftie gf

finnick odair has a bed full of plushies

finnick odair loves dancing with you on the living room floor

finnick odair x reader who loves animals

modern!finnick odair would be a sucker for romcoms.

modern!finnick odair is a passionate duolingo user

finnick odair and reader going dress shopping

modern!finnick odair loves minions

finnick loves being taken care of when he feels sick

finnick odair with a musical gf (coming soon!!)

finnick odair fluff alphabet (coming soon!)

Katniss Everdeen

young!katniss everdeen x hyper fem!reader

modern!katniss everdeen loves garfield

Johanna Mason

johanna mason x reader after the rebellion (coming soon!!)

Peeta Mellark

nothing (yet!)

Haymitch Abernathy

haymitch learning to braid your hair (coming soon!!)

Everlark

everlark falls in love in every universe.

katniss and peeta move out of the victor's village after the rebellion

modern!everlark as swifties

modern!everlark and minecraft

General Headcanons

THG characters and the ttpd songs i think would be their favorites only based on vibes and delusion (i made it before it came out lol)

THG characters and their favorite animated character

GLEE

Quinn Fabray

quinn fabray loves snoopy

#english is my second language so my english may be a little clunky sometimes but i try my best lol #the hunger games #thg #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen x reader #johanna mason #johanna mason x reader #peeta mellark #peeta mellark x reader #haymitch abernathy #haymitch abernathy x reader #everlark #headcanons #glee #quinn fabray #quinn fabray x reader

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Defender

627 words

fluff

quinn fabray x reader

request- Can I request Quinn Fabray x fem!reader where Quinn gets into a heated argument with someone and Quinn begins threatening them, so reader picks up Quinn and carries/drags them out of the room before anyone gets hurt, fluffy please!

a/n- guys if you have any glee requests, please send them my way i will write about pretty much any character.

you sat in the choir room next to your girlfriend quinn. you were cuddled up next to the blonde, your head on her chest as she talked to santana and brittany. you were all waiting for mr. schue to come in and let everyone know the solo results. you had tried for it, as well as rachel (as always). everyone was expecting her to get it. not because you were bad, but because schue had a tendency to give rachel all the solos.

a few minutes later, mr. schue walked in. “alright, so as you guys know, last time we had our little try outs. “ he clapped his hands together to add emphasis to what he was saying, “and after thorough consideration, i have decided to give the solo to y/n!” schue pointed his arms towards you with a smile.

you sat stunned, amazed even. you had done better than rachel berry and got the solo. quinn kissed the top of your head “i’m so proud of you” she whispered against your head. you smiled and sat up as a wave of applause washed over you. “you go y/l/n, give her a run for her money” santana says with a smile, lightly snapping her fingers.

“mr. schuester?” rachel says, raising her hand. you groan internally, quinn does it loudly for you, “why did you give her the solo?” she says. “well, quite frankly, she blew it out of the park, rachel. she brought tears to my eyes.” rachel scoffs, “you’re just saying that. the truth is you just want to hurt me and my career” quinn tensed up under you. you perked up, trying to end the problem before it started “its fine, she can have it.”

quinn looked down at you before looking back up at rachel. “i mean it she can have it its okay.” rachel smiled before beginning to walk to her seat. quinn shot up and began walking towards rachel. “rachel does it make you feel better to put down others?” she asked sternly, walking closer to her with her arms down, her fists clenched by her hips. rachel began moving backwards. “i asked you a question.” the blonde said, still walking towards her. rachel nodded “yes” she said meekly, hitting a wall in her backing up.

quinn looked at rachel. “you are an insanely selfish person rachel. to make my girlfriend give you her solo, that she fought for and got fair and square. you make me sick and i swear to god, if you ever try to tear down my girlfriend again, it will be the last time you ever say anything”

you shot up as soon as she finished talking, quinn’s arm going back to punch rachel. you ran over to her and picked her up, quickly running out of the room. the cheerleader in your arms was fighting you as you did this. as soon as you reached the hallway you put her down. she looked at you angrily. “that was adorable quinnie” you said with a smile, cupping her cheek. quinn frowned, “i wasn’t supposed to be adorable, i was supposed to be scary.” you placed a kiss on the tip of her nose, “oh and you were dont get me wrong, but i mean how you defended me, i’ve never had someone defend me like you do” the blonde placed a gentle kiss on your lips, “i’ll do it time and time again”

you smiled and brought your hands down her shoulders to pickup her hands, slowly starting to bring the cheerleader back inside.

“can i still beat up rachel?” she asked with genuine concern.

“mmm i’m gonna say no, maybe another time” quinn frowned at your reply before you brought her into the choir room.

#glee imagine #quinn fabray imagine #dianna agron #quinn fabray #quinn #quinn fabray x reader #glee fanfiction #glee

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Who I Write For

FEMALE CHARACTER X FEM!READER ONLY

TV/Movies

Euphoria 

Maddy Perez

Cassie Howard

Lexi Howard

Rue Bennett

Jules Vaughn

Kat Hernandez

Scream 5-6

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Jennifer’s Body

Jennifer Check

D.C. Universe

Harley Quinn

Selina Kyle/Catwoman

Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman

Lena Luthor

Elite

Carla Roson

Nadia Shanaa

Rebeka Parrilla

Lucrecia Montesinos

Cayetana Grajera

La Casa de Papel/Money Heist

Tokyo

Nairobi

Wolf of Wall Street

Naomi Lapaglia

The Hunger Games

Katniss Everdeen

The Fall of the House of Usher

Camille L'espanye

Tamerlane Usher

Madeline Usher

Barbie

Basically all the Barbies

Gloria

Killing Eve

Villanelle

Eve Polastri

Glee

Santana Lopez

Quinn Fabray

Brittany S. Pierce

Mercedes Jones

Tina Cohen-Chang

Kitty Wilde

Marley Rose

Sex Education

Maeve Wiley

Olivia Hanan

Ruby Matthews

Aimee Gibbs

Rebelde

Emilia Alo

MJ

Andi Agosti

Jana Cohen

Dare Me

Addy Hanlon

Beth Cassidy

Collette French

Clueless

Cher Horowitz

Dionne Davenport

OBX

Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

Celebrities

Little Mix

Alexa Demie

Sydney Sweeney

Zendaya

Margot Robbie

Dua Lipa

SZA

Megan Thee Stallion

Beyonce

Megan Fox

[a-simple-imagine]

With Us

Synopsis: Quinn is on top of the world. She’s hot, popular, dating a handsome footballer and is on track to become prom queen but what’s most important to her? 

Pairing: Quinn Fabray x fem!reader x Sam Evans (polyamorous) 

Words: 6.1k (way longer than expected.)

A/N - Can’t believe i’m writing glee fanfiction in the year 2022. embarassing. this is purely self indulgent. it’s cuter if you listen to the song and imagine quinn and sam singing to you. 

Song is Bloom by The Paper Kites 

often we speak of great love. a single love that comes along and sweeps you off your feet. strive for a single person who makes your heart race as butterflies flutter in your stomach. it's sweet and pure but often so far from the truth. your first love lay with your best friend. the infamous Quinn Fabray. Hottest girl in Mckinley High. Captain of the cheerios. Girls wanted to be her. Guys wanted to date her. It wasn't immediate, you developed a crush about a year into knowing her. It was a secret you would have taken to your grave... if you had actually needed to.

The longer you stare at Puckerman, the more you wonder if he actually thinks before he speaks or just blurts out whatever pops into his head. that was not an insult rather you admired how oblivious he can seem to be. you reckon there is depth behind those eyes, something he reserves for a select few. you long for the peace that must come with an empty head. right now he spoke idle nonsense as the room waited for the arrival of a teacher. with your attention still on the boy, your head falls to rest upon the shoulder of your girlfriend. Nobody knew of your relationship status but it was hardly unusual for best friends to show affection towards each other.

the brush of velvety fingertips drifts across your cheek. "you okay?" Quinn murmured over her shoulder. you confirm your okayness with a nod so she goes back to chatting with Sam.

"I know you're all excited about prom but I really need you guys to focus," Enter Mr. Schuester. Champion of the William McKinley High School's glee club. he demands the attention of the room as he heads for the board. scrawled across the board is the world 'nationals' in massive white letters. “nationals” we need ideas- award-winning ideas."

"I'm not goin to prom so I agree we should be focusing on the competition," you start, sitting up straight. "also I wanna put myself forward for a solo- I've been working really hard."

"wait, you're not going to prom?" such surprise etched in the voice beside you but it was overshadowed by berry's famous arrogance.

"if anyone is getting a solo, it's me." a hand placed over her heart. "I'm clearly the best choice if we actually want to win."

"you have to go to prom." Quinn resumes buzzing in your ear, you peek at her. a worried expression on her face.

"I'd rather stay home."

"I'd also like a shot at any solos," Kurt adds. "we should be doing something new, not same old Rachel berry."

"I don't have a date," Brittany jumps into the conversation. "but I'm still going to prom."

"you should go," yet another blonde inserts their opinion on prom, this time from the other side of Quinn. why was this becoming a big deal? Your brow furrows as you look around your girlfriend to Sam.

"I thought you weren't going either."

"he is." Quinn moves to block your view of the boy. "if he doesn't go how will he win prom king."

"he won't?" you're almost certain that boy does not care about winning prom king and it's merely Quinn Fabray at work here. "we're getting off-topic- Mr. Schue, I agree with Kurt. you can't just give Rachel solos."

"I'm not giving Rachel anything." unlikely story. "once we decide on a plan, ill hold auditions for any and all solo parts."

"Quinn says I have to go," there was an aspect of playfulness in his tone, as he leans back in his seat. Quinn is clearly unamused as she lets go of his hand. "even if she has to drag me there."

"she can't make you go, Sam."

a sharp glare was thrown in your direction. if looks could kill, you'd have a dagger in your heart right now. "He's my date. I can't go alone."

"if anyone is getting a solo, it's obviously gonna be me. I'm the most talented one in here." Santana brags from her place next to Brittany. "so if we just plan it around me, we're gonna win."

"but I should go alone?"

"That's different," Quinn insists. "Sam is my running mate. I need him to win."

"how could I possibly forget," you groan a little too loudly. "it's not like your face is plastered all over the school or anything."

a few snickers dotted around the room but it's hard to pinpoint. you could take a couple of guesses of course. "guys," Mr. Schue calls out. "can we focus here please. "we've also been asked to perform at prom."

the pressure surrounding prom seemed to be coming from all directions today. you had already resigned the idea of attending and there was little that would change your mind. your hand shoots into the air but you speak without being called upon. "do I have to?"

"I'm not gonna force any of you to actually perform anything but I would still like some ideas for the others."

"Great, just what everyone wants more work."

"It's not like you do much work around here anyway." a snide comment from Santana. everyone is used to those by now. you wish she'd be more creative but alas she lacks the imagination to really hurt you.

"lay off her," Quinn is quick to your defense, a rather weird and frankly useless endeavour. Santana doesn't care and neither did you. you were plenty capable of defending yourself had it been needed. a free hand encompasses you knee, squeezing just a little. a reassuring smile spreads across your lips.

"It's fine," a heavy sigh, you remove Quinn's hand and place it back upon her own. for the rest of glee club, you merely remain silent. listening as Mr. Schue spoke of possible songs or ideas. you're the first to rise when it all comes to an end. bag slung over the shoulder, you charge out of the choir room.

"you can't just skip prom," that voice belongs to your girlfriend who walks up behind you and falls into step. it's late afternoon so most people have gone home unless they're part of a club. "don't you want to see me win prom queen?"

"do you want my honest answer or?" it was said in jest but frankly, it was more concerning that the only reason she wanted you there was to see her win some plastic crown.

"it won't be the same if you're not there." bottom lip pushed out into a pout. it may work on Sam but not you.

"you can send me a picture, I'll be just as proud at home." you just roll your eyes. "where's Sam?"

"had to get something from his locker," pushing through the double doors you're greeted by the setting sun of the parking lot. "you wanna join us for food?"

"right now?" the other girl nods a little. "always."  surveying the surroundings, you risk taking Quinn's hand and pulling her towards her own car. "where we goin'?"

"breadstixs." falling back against the door of her car, you just watch her for a moment. Quinn was a really pretty girl bathed in the golden sun made her even more angelic. every part of you wanted to pull her closer. wrap your arms around her waist and kiss her. but that was just a little too much right now.

"Isn't that a little too public?" With a playful quirk of your brow, you spy sam Evans making his way over.

"Are you gonna ask that every time I invite you somewhere?"

"yea," an eager nod, you flash Sam a smile. "breadstixs?"

"Who invited you?"

a hand slapped against his arm, you pull open the car door. "your girlfriend. now let's go."

The moment Sam Evans transferred to McKinley flipped your entire world upside down. he had come from some all-boys boarding school which made his about as smooth as a board of nails. for some reason that made him all the more charming when it came to the ladies. He joined the football team which was his ticket to popularity. and one admittedly adorable duet later and he was dating your best friend. this was pretty early on in the semester in spite of her summer promise to focus on herself. you weren't mad about it. there was no chance you'd ever tell Quinn how you actually felt. and if you were being honest to yourself, sam left you feeling... confused. he was ever so endearing. a blueberry slushy to the face was all it took. it was stupid but he tried to cheer you up by doing impressions of your favourite celebrities. it may not have stopped the burning but it did make you laugh. he was always making you laugh. sam was a massive dork but you liked that about him. but you liked, Quinn, right? it was hard to work through feelings that didn't matter because they were dating each other. only... that wasn't how things worked out. Quinn kissed you first and it fucked you up. riddled you with so much guilt you had to avoid her for days. cheating was definitely not something you wanted to be a part of. you couldn't even look at sam. and then when he kissed you, it was like the world was crumbling down around you. nobody wanted you before but now suddenly two people wanted you at the same time and they both just happened to be dating each other. looking back, it was silly how worked up you got, considering you're now actively just a part of their relationship. open relationship? throuple? the terminology really didn't matter.

" so Santana was telling me that as long as we empty the bowl, they'll keep bringing us more," grabbing a breadstick, you snap it in two before taking a bite.  "so we could walk outta here with like a hundred of these things."

"wait for real?" Sam perks up from across the booth where he is sat beside Quinn. "do people actually do that"

a quick shrug of your shoulders. "dunno. maybe we should try it. I'll start filling my bag with them."

"nobody is stealing breadsticks."

"it's not stealing if they gave them to us, Quinn," you take another bite. "we're just saving them for later."

"no." a loud huff followed by the sound of ceramic scrapping across the table as Quinn moves the bowl. "now can we talk about the elephant in the room?"

"Sure," placing your pieces of breadstick down on small side places, you sit up straighter to convey your seriousness. "do you also think sam needs a haircut? it's getting a little long in the front." reaching across the table, you run your fingers through his hair. "maybe it's time for a change, I think you'd look really sexy with short hair."

the blonde boy just slaps your hand away, fixing his precious hair. "you don't like my hair?" he turns sharply to Quinn. "do you think I need a haircut."

"your hair is fine," Quinn insisted, clearly getting a little flustered. "I was obviously talking about prom."

a roll of your eyes, you glance away from the table to lock eyes with the waiter heading your way. thank god, a distraction. "hi, yes, we're about ready to order."

it's polite smiles all around as you each go over your order, avoiding any unwanted chatter as to make it as quick and painless for all involved. but as he walks away, you can feel Quinn's eyes burning into you already. the word prom just dying to fall past her sweet lips. "maybe I should cut it a little in the front."

"I mean, I like it but sometimes I wonder if you can see past all that hair," you tease. "just a trim, maybe? you're plenty cute either way."

"How can you be so calm about this?"

"About what?" the blonde huff again only to be interrupted by the waiter bringing drinks. polite thank yous until he's gone and the smile on Quinn's face washes away just as quickly.

"you know what," cold eyes bore down upon you. "why aren't you going to prom?"

"urgh Quinn," an exaggerated groan. "let it go."

"you can't just not go," you take a sip of your drink in preparation for the upcoming battle. "it's prom."

"It's a silly dance," you express, leaning back against the plush fabric of the booth. how many times would you have to go over this? "I don't see what the big deal is?"

"It's not just a silly dance, it's prom." she reiterates like you're supposed to suddenly supposed to care more. "tell her,"

quinn shoved her elbow into the side of the boy a little too aggressively, taking him by surprise. luckily, he didn't spit out his drink but some did manage to slip past her lips. "oh yeah, totally. you should definitely come."

"way to really sell it, Sam. definitely want to go now."

"I don't understand why you wouldn't want to go," Quinn takes her own drink in hand. "we'll both be there and the rest of glee club so it's not like you'll be alone."

the thing about dating Quinn Fabray was that no matter what she did or how angry she got, she was truly a sight to behold. ever so pretty, you can't help but just stop and admire her. watching as she brings her glass to her lips to take a sip of her own drink. you wonder if you should tell the truth here or just keep biting your tongue. just letting the topic run it's course would allow you to keep your secrets while not upsetting anyone too much. "I'd just rather stay home." you offer a small smile, swirling a straw around the edge of your glass. "might watch Carrie or something."

"classic movie," sam comments earning himself a less than favourable look from his girlfriend. his other girlfriend.

"you can watch movies any time but prom is only one night,"

"but that's just not true, is it? there will be another one next year."

"Please come," Quinn reaches across the table for your hand. "I want you to see me win prom queen."

"Can we talk about something else?" you suggest, pulling your hand away. She was always extra touch feely when she wanted something. worked half the time too. "have you seen Carrie, Quinn?"

"how about we talk about the real reason you don't want to go to prom?"

"how about we don't," you hum. "you know a lot of kids from McKinley come here, don't want potential voters to overhear our little date, now do you?"

that was enough to shut down any more talk about prom, at least for now. quinn was many things and one of them was predictable. a high level of importance placed upon appearances; labels were a big thing at school so it's not entirely without reason. you cared a lot less about being perceived as cool. however, you understood why your relationship was being kept a secret. your school wasn't exactly filled with open-minded individuals. and while sam would probably get high fives from his pals for having not one but two girls. your fate, alongside Quinn's, was the be branded as sluts or whores with just a hint of homophobia. if they couldn't handle Kurt, it's a pretty safe bet that your fluid situation wasn't going to go down well.

The thing about dating three people is dividing up time. at first, the three of you would pretty always spend time in threes. then you quickly realised that wasn't necessary at all. just because you were dating didn't mean, you had to all be together all of the time. you could hang out in pairs. today was just you and sam. it had been his idea to come to colour me mine. you didn't mind though, you quite liked it here. it was peaceful. and while you're not the best painter here, you're definitely not the worst. sam, on the other hand, was surprisingly great at this. you enjoy watching him paint; the way his brow crinkles when he concentrates. today he was working on two ceramic dinosaurs. one big, one tiny. it's adorable how into this he gets.

"god we haven't been here in ages." you comment, watching the little over sam's shoulder mix paint together. a bad idea, if you've ever seen one. "gives me war flashbacks."

"war flashbacks?" with a steady hand, sam carefully runs his brush along the larger of the two dinosaurs. it leaves behind a distinct red.

"the shark mug?" is all it takes for a massive grin to appear.

"the shark mug," he repeats. the first time you ever came here with sam, there was but one ceramic mug fashioned after a shark left. obviously, you both wanted it but sam nearly tackled you to get it. He did a mighty fine job of painting it too. "do you still have it?"

"I do," in the end, he had given it to you. said it was better off with you than inevitably breaking at his place. that had probably been the plan all along but you just went along with it "it's my favourite mug. i won't let anyone else use it just in case they break it."

"you love it that much, huh?" a quick glance at you, as he turns the ceramic dinosaur around to paint the other side. you nod despite him being completely unaware.

"of course. you gave it to me after all," you dab a paintbrush in some water and start working on your own creation.

"doesn't take much for me to make a masterpiece," he teases, you flick some water at him in response. a few moments of silence pass by, or at least, you two aren't talking. the rest of the place is pretty hectic with kids and stuff.

"Are you doing okay?" Sam asks abruptly.

"what do you mean?" your expression morphs into that of confusion as you look at him. there was no reason to suspect something was wrong. did he think the silence was awkward? you certainly hadn't. or maybe he was worried about how little you had painted so far. that wasn't a reflection of your enjoyment level, instead you were just indecisive. "I'm fine. I'm not that bad at painting, am I?"

"wouldn't know, you've hardly done anything,"

"that's not-" you look to your trinket plate. still as cream-coloured as when you started. "I can't decide on a colour, okay?"

"Good to know," the corner of his lips perks up into a brief smile. "but I actually meant with Quinn."

"Quinn?"

he doesn't answer right away. instead, he finishes the spot he's working on before pausing altogether and placing his attention on you. he catches your eyes for just a second before you look away. it's almost a worry that he's looking for answers in them even if that was impossible. "Quinn can be... a lot. she's pretty intense and she's dialled that up to like a hundred so I wanna make sure you're good."

"is that why you brought me here?" the question leaves your lips quietly as you take your brush and dip it in some paint.

again with the pauses. you wonder if he's thinking about what he says before he blurts it out. "it's not the only reason,"

sam was right. quinn can be pretty intense but you never saw that as a bad thing. you don't necessarily think sam sees it as a bad thing either but the way he brought it up only brings up questions. does he think you can't handle her? was this jealousy rearing its ugly head? or did he just care enough to bring you here to see where your heads at? that sounded more like him.

"Quinn is passionate," you begin, trying to reassure him with a smile that you're not sure is convincing. "i like how excited she is, i just..." trailing off, you sigh a little. "it's fine. I'm good as long as you guys are."

"...and prom?"

"-don't you start"

"I'm not. if you don't want to go, that's cool."

the prom question was a little suspicious so begs the question was Quinn involved here?" "did Quinn put you up to this?"

his head shakes from side to side, and a blob of red paint drops to the table. "prom is what most people are talking about, thought I'd see if your mind has changed."

"it hasn't."

"that's fine too." the conversation dies there. you both go back to focusing on the task at hand with the occasional idle chatter. you finish your little dish first but that's probably because you had less to work on. Sam is still finishing up the smaller of his two dinos. big is red and purple, Small is purple and red. Once all was done and dusted, you follow sam out of the building onto the busy street. The sun was low in the sky and it was getting chilly.

"why'd you go for dinosaurs?"

"felt like it," he shrugs. "why'd you paint a dish?"

"It's not a dish, it's for trinkets," you correct.

"So it's a trinket dish, then. Still a dish."

"Shush," you hiss. "do you... wanna come to my place?"

"can't." he hums. "babysitting."

"oh... maybe I could help with that? if you want me to like, it's fine if not?"

"Actually Quinn already offered." he offers a smile. you don't press the matter. "we've got some work we need to do so."

"oh. okay, cool." you return the smile. "you at least taking me home?"

"of course. i am a gentleman after all."

"barely," you tease, bumping your shoulder against his.

stood outside your door, your eyes trail over your boyfriend. "thanks for today. it was just what I needed."

"you were just my excuse to go but you're welcome." it's hard to tell if he's joking or not but it brings a smile all the same. "do i get extra points for painting the little dinosaur just so I can give it to you?" this time you know it's a joke as he pulls out the ceramic dinosaur wrapped in tissue paper out his pocket. "matches the bigger one- thought it would cute or whatever."

"you'd get more points if it had been the bigger one," you play along, smile growing. what a massive dork. "thanks. I'll cherish him always." you take a step forward. "have fun with Quinn tonight. hope she's not too crazy."

"she's always just the right amount of crazy." a laugh bubbles in your throat.

"don't miss me too much." leaning in, you press a kiss to his lips.

"How could I not," you just roll your eyes before waving goodbye and heading for your door.

the weekend fast approaches. you've been facetiming Quinn for quite a few hours now as she picks out potential prom dresses with her mother. your phone propped up against a pencil case on your bed. why she needed your help when she was plenty stylish on her own is beyond you but you're more than happy to help. you kinda wonder how she hasn't gotten bored yet because you definitely would have but you'd never say that.

"It's really pretty," how many dresses was she gonna go through. "but I'm not too sure about the colour."

"lighter or darker?"

a soft hum. "not sure. depends."

"you're such a big help. thank you." do you detect sarcasm in her voice? it's amusing.

"if given the chance would you want to perform a solo at nationals?"

"what are you on about?" Quinn wonders.

"I'm working on a list of potential ideas for prom and nationals. so if you had the chance would you want a solo?"

"I thought you wanted a solo?"

you skim the screen. quinn is currently holding a dress in front of herself as stares into a mirror. " Mr. Schue is never gonna give me one."

"you've been practising right? so why wouldn't he?" Quinn continues. ever the optimist when it came to you. "you're just as good as anyone else."

a snort of a laugh. "hardly."

"we'll i think you'd smash a solo," turning to the camera, Quinn holds up a yellow dress. "thoughts?"

"how do you not already have a dress picked out?" a curious brow raise. "that shade of yellow will wash you out."

"too many options." she shrugs. "I need help narrowing down."

"you still haven't answered my question."

a sigh. "fine. yeah, probably. if it's an option, I'd do a solo."

"Great," you go back to scribbling down on your piece of paper.

"Have you thought about what you'll be wearing for prom?"

and there it was. it's like she can't help herself. "I don't really plan outfits to sit on my couch."

"Please come."

"we're not doing this now." you huff. skipping over Quinn's name to move on to Rachel. she could and would sing just about anything.

"I want you there."

"There will be plenty of other people to watch you win." you insist, glancing at the camera.

"I don't just want you there for that. you're my gir- friend. you're my best friend and I don't want you to miss out."

"Nice save, where's your mom?" the camera pans to Judy rummaging through a rack of dresses. she waves a little.

"how about I come over tonight?"

"what for?"

"to see you, obviously."

"how about you keep trying on dresses."

"I'm coming over." she declares. "do you think I'd look good in orange?"

"you'd look good in anything."

true to her word, a few hours later, the bedroom door opens and in walks the ever beautiful Quinn Fabray in all her glory. as inevitable as the dreaded prom conversation was, you can't help but be happy to see her. the bed dips beside you and a pair of arms wrap around you from behind as she lets herself lay on the bed with you.

"hey," mumbled softly in your ear.

"hey," you smile. "how's my girl doing?"

"she's good- still working on your set list?" you nod a little. reaching up you loosen her grip on you in order to spin around so you're looking up at the girl. she wears a gentle smile.

"I'm picking songs that I think play to everyone's individual strengths so it's taking forever," you express, picking up your list, you hold it so it's blocking her face. "so many songs."

plucked from your fingers, the other girl tosses the paper off to the side. "maybe it's time you take a break."

"I need to get it done before glee club," there's a slight whine to your voice as you shift to collect the paper. a hand placed against your chest, your pushed back down against the bed.

"your girlfriend came all this way to see you and all you can think about is glee club."

"you came all this way to talk about prom, not to see me," you argue.

she leans in very close, her breath pricking at your skin "I can do both." a gentle, slow kiss pressed to your lips. "can't I?" such a tease. "still thinking about glee club?"

"little bit," your smile broadens. quinn lingers close with an all too familiar smirk. "maybe kiss me again just to really get my attention."

with a roll of her eyes, the girl fulfils your request. delicate lips brush against yours in such a painfully quick embrace that as she goes to back away, you reach up to pull her closer. hands gracing the perfect curve of her jaw. you can feel her smile into the kiss. it's raw. it's passionate. you never want to let her go. quinn deepens the kiss, clearly getting into just as much as you; bottom lip pulled gently between her teeth as she pulls away just a tad. "better?"

"glee club who?" whispered against her lips.

"Such a pretty girl," she leans in once more, a feather-like kiss lasts but a second. "imagine how much fun we could have if you came to prom with me and sam?"

"that's not very head of the celibacy club of you, now is it Miss. Fabray?"

"you know what I mean,"

you lean up to peck her lips. "I do... but it's not like we can be open at prom anyway so."

you watch that pretty smile fade as sg sits up on the bed. crossing her legs, you do the same opposite her. "can you be straight with me?"

"not really, I'm gay babe."

"Haha, no."

"depends on what you're about to ask." you insist.

"tell me the real reason you don't want to go to prom and I promise I'll never bring it up again."

"isn't I don't want to go good enough?"

"not when it's not the truth." Quinn urges.

"tell me why you've been so distant with me recently?" you ask back.

"Distant?" she questions.

"you and sam have both been avoiding me recently. working on something in secret." she looks to you with an indecipherable expression. there's a pause.

"Answer my question first."

you sigh softly, looking down to your hands. you didn't really know what to say to her. how to express your feelings in a way that wasn't insensitive or would hurt her feelings. you also weren't sure yourself, if you were being honest. feelings were complicated. "i did wanna go to prom but..."

"But?"

"I just don't see the point." you shrug.

"why though?"

"it's silly."

forefinger placed under your chin, she forces you to meet her gaze. "tell me."

"I would have liked to be asked."

"I thought that guy on the-"

"two guys on the football team asked me actually," you interrupt. "I obviously said no."

"why?"

"funnily enough, I'm actually dating someone so," you quip but your heart is hardly in it. "I wanted you or sam to ask me."

"Oh,"

"yeah... oh." you hum. "it's fine though."

"I've asked you to come." Quinn continues, she takes your hands in hers. thumbs brushing over the back of your hands. "this is me asking you, right now."

"Quinn, no, you... you know what I mean." you gaze at your hands in hers. "I want the full stupid prom experience. matching colours. a corsage. I wanna slow dance with my prom queen of a girlfriend and have everyone else be insanely jealous. i just want this- us, to be normal. and I know it's selfish but yeah, that's why I don't want to go." you explain. "I'm not gonna stand on the sidelines and watch you pretend with sam. so if we can't tell everyone then I'm gonna stay home, okay."

"Okay." your brow furrows. wow. she was just gonna accept that? it was really that easy?

"okay?"

"Okay," Quinn repeats. "I'd rather you be there but I'm done pressuring you. stay home, maybe me and sam can come by after and watch... what was it called? Carrie?"

"I would like that." you nod a little, a smile tugging at your lips.

"you're so stupid."

"What?" abrupt insult there.

"Nothing," she smiles, ". I never realised you'd be so into the whole cheesy couple stuff. it's cute- you're very cute."

"I should get back to my list." pulling your hands away, you search your floor for the paper she tossed away earlier. "you should go."

"Really?"

"yeah." Quinn shuffles off and you go back to lying on your bed with the setlist in front of you. she stands there watching you, or that's what you assume because you don't look at her. she hasn't done anything wrong you're just no longer in the mood to talk. guess you expected her to change her mind about coming forward or something instead of just agreeing you should stay home.

"Are you gonna be okay?"

"mhmm," you nod. after a moment in silence, your bedroom door opens and closes.

it's been a few days since your talk with Quinn. you felt bad afterwards but every attempt to talk to her had fallen flat. almost like she'd been avoiding you. when you do manage to catch her, she refuses to acknowledge it even happened. Sam seems to be ignoring you too. any excuse to avoid being around you. it's weird. another day in glee club. only this time, you're in the front row while sam and Quinn are in the back. they normally save you a seat but they didn't. you're next to Rachel and Tina.

"so I hope you guys have ideas for what we can do." Mr. schue states as he steps into the choir room.

"Actually Mr. schue, sam and I have been working on something." that was Quinn. could this be the secret project they had been working on? they could have just told you they were doing a duet for glee club. you wouldn't have minded.

"Great, let's hear it."

they step down and take centre stage in the choir room. "so this isn't actually part of the assignment but it is about prom so," sam starts.

"hope that's okay." Quinn continues.

"we already know you want our votes, you don't have to torture us too," Santana remarks.

"constructive comments only, please" Mr. Schue declares, a poor attempt at scolding Santana.

"i just wanna add-"

"get on with it," Santana blurts, interrupting sam. it attains some chuckles.

"This is dedicated to our girlfriend." did he just say our girlfriend? was that a slip of the tongue? a mistake that everyone would just brush off because he was dating Quinn. they were both looking at you which made you reevaluate your position in the room. glancing at the other members of the glee club to see if they had also noticed. melodic notes fall from the strings of sam's guitar.

In the morning when I wake And the sun is coming through Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness And you fill my head with you Shall I write it in a letter? Shall I try to get it down? Oh, you fill my head with pieces Of a song, I can't get out

Can I be close to you? Oh-oh-oh-ooh, ooh Can I be close to you? Ooh, ooh

Can I take it to a morning Where the fields are painted gold And the trees are filled with memories Of the feelings never told? When the evening pulls the sun down And the day is almost through

Quinn walks on over, holding out her hand for you. with wide eyes, you're not sure what to do. the song was pretty. their voices compliment each other well. but why was she singling you out here? reluctantly, you take her hand.

Oh, the whole world is sleeping

quinn pulls hard and you stumble up into her. she catches you, whispering the next line in your ear.

But my world is you

Can I be close to you (ah)? Ooh (aah), ooh (aah) Can I be close to you (ah)? Ooh (aah), ooh (aah)

sam continues the melody as you stand between them. staring out at a sea of very confused faces. safe to say, even you're a little lost. what happened to keeping everything a secret? you've never had someone sing you a song before especially not one so... flowery and romantic. as confusing as this all was, it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. you couldn't stop the smile on your face. big and bright and incredibly embarrassed. and then out of nowhere, Quinn kisses you in front of everyone. not an ounce of hesitation on her part but plenty on yours. you're shocked at first but quickly relax into the embrace.

Can I be close to you (ah)? Ooh (aah), ooh (aah) Can I be close to you (ah)? Ooh (aah), ooh (aah) Can I be close to you? Ooh, ooh

claps all around for the immaculate pair. a captivating duet worthy of praise. you can't help but think such a lovely song was wasted on the likes of you. hardly worth the effort.

"what's going on here?" you glance between the two blondes on either side of you. they both wear Cheshire cat smiles. cheerful and light.

"you're hardly as subtle as you like to think you are," Quinn begins, taking your hand once more.

"so I have to be the one to ask," Sam takes over, "you wanna go to prom with us?"

if it wasn't physically impossible, you would swear that your heart stopped. a tidal wave of heat crashing over you because in that instant everything stopped. the sound of your fellow glee club members drowned out by a simple question. in that second it may as well have just been you, sam and Quinn in that room.

"like for real?"

"matching colours. corsages. the slow dance and all." Quinn hums, squeezing your hand gently. "we want you there. with us."

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[jedi-luca]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write a quinn fabray x fem!reader for us girls obsessed w her? there's almost zero works for her and i noticed you're a fan too. it's just something to give us some comfort. I think one where reader was quinn first love back in middle school in that old school of hers and they had confessed to each other. reader loved quinn since her lucy caboosey phase and you could add that russell or Judy found out and separated them and encouraged quinn to get the nose job and lose weight. anyways, reader goes to McKinley during season 2 where quinn is trying to get her life together and she snaps when reader tries to approach her using her old name they don't speak anymore but reader always look out for quinn from the sideways (she's not from the glee club but she befriends Rachel) and quinn gets even more pissed when she catches rachel mentioning you before glee starts. the whole mess with lucy caboosey gets out and they finally speaks w reader comforting Quinn 🥺 (sorry if it got too long)

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I have some old Quinn and Rachel fics on fanfiction and I want to say Ao3 but I’m sorry anon I don’t really think I have it in me to write a Quinn reader fic 🥺 I hope you can forgive me.

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look what you made me do [quinn fabray]

quinn fabray x fem reader

requested: hi hi! i absolutely adore your writing, you’re seriously one of my favs i was wondering if i could request Quinn Fabray gets into a heated argument with someone for like dissing reader and she begins threatening them, so fem!Reader, picks up Quinn and carries/drags them out of the room before anyone gets hurt. Something like cute and fluffy please.

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Everyone knew not to mess with Quinn Fabray. She will rain Hell on you herself. And you will not feel any type of sympathy or mercy.

Hurt her girlfriend or anyone she loved? Then you’d rather wish you were dead because she won’t give you the benefit of getting it over with. She will slowly rip off the Band-Aid to feel every pore be ripped of your skin.

And that’s exactly where Rachel Berry was, swimming with the sharks.

You know how Rachel is, you all do. But this time your girlfriend was there to witness her dissing you. All because you got the lead in the production of Waitress that you and the rest of the New Direction’s were preparing for.

“Really Mr. Shue?! Y/N’s not as talented as me and her dancing could use a lot of work! I was born for the role, Y/N could play one of the pregnant ladies who dance in the background. This is my show!” Rachel ranted and everyone groaned.

But from right next to you, you could feel Quinn stiffen, “Apologize,” she said in a really calm tone which caused everyone to freeze. That was the scary tone.

“For what? I’m just being honest!” she tried to save herself, but she was honestly digging a bigger hole.

“My girlfriend is perfect for the role! You just don’t want to admit that Y/N beat you by a long shot in the auditions. Her rendition of ‘Requiem’ easily beat your boring, overused, overplayed version of ‘Don’t Rain on My Parade’,”the blonde argued as she got up from her seat, getting dangerously close to her face.

“That is not tr-“ Rachel tried to rebuttal, but Quinn cut her off.

“Apologize right now,” she said with gritted teeth.

“No! I’m not gonna apologize for something that should be rightfully mine!” she argued.

Finn’s voice cut in between the girls, “Rach just apologize. Quinn gets really scary when she’s mad and honestly her face reminds me of when I suggested naming the baby Drizzle,”

“If you don’t apologize in two seconds I swear to God I’m gonna take that participation Regionals trophy we got and shove it right up that stuck up-“ she started to threaten, so you got up from off your seat and ran towards her.

You wrapped your arms around her waist and picked her up, carrying her towards the hallway. She started squirming in your arms which caused you to chuckle, “I’m gonna let her calm down and take a breather,” you called out before you left the room.

After you placed her on the floor you cupped her cheeks. Beginning to rub soothing circles on her jaw line. You could see a yellow tone spraying through her green eyes, something that only happens when she’s really angry. You kissed her forehead as she released a sigh.

“That was very adorable,” you said, bopping her nose which caused her to chuckle.

She shook her head, “I wasn’t trying to be adorable. I was supposed to look angry,”

“Oh you did! Everyone in there was about to shit themselves, but to me it was super cute how protective you got,” she grabbed your hand, playing with your fingers.

“I just don’t want anyone talking bad about you or hurting you,” her voice much softer now and she could barely look you in the eyes.

“I know, but I’m okay baby, I promise. Especially with a cute adorable protective girlfriend like you, I know that no one can hurt me,” you pressed a kiss to her lips and she hummed in contentment.

“Can I still beat her up?” she questioned as the two of you prepared to walk in.

“Maybe later,” you chuckled.

#glee imagine #glee #quinn fabray x fem reader #quinn fabray x reader #quinn fabray imagines #quinn fabray

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Quinn Fabray x Reader - My Girlfreind

Requested by Anon - Hi! Can you please write a Quinn Fabray imagine where R is slushied and Quinn gets revenge on the person that slushied R?

Warning - Slushies, homophobia, bullying

Note - Sorry Anon, I may have gone a bit overboard with this one….

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It wasn't a secret at your old school that you were attracted to girls, it honestly caused you the most pain you could imagine. The constant torment and bullying forced your parents to make you transfer schools. There were only a few schools around where you lived. Caramel High, Dalton Academy, William McKinley High, and your old school, Silver Oak Academy for girls. Your old school was a Catholic school, and the worst part was, it was a boarding school.

You had been outed by your supposed best friend, Katrina. You two had been best friends since you had met on the first day and believed that your friendship would last, guess that wasn’t that case. When Katrina had outed you, the whole school seemed to gang up on you, even the kids in the years below you.

The teachers had taken notice of this and tried to put a stop to the bullying, but it was all for nothing. They decided that the best course of action was to give you your own room in the teacher's wing of the dorms. It did help somewhat, stopping the bullies from tormenting you when you slept, but it caused them to become even more ruthless during the school day.

One day, you had decided that you needed to get out of the school for a bit, and your teachers allowed you to have some time for yourself. That’s how you ended up at the Lima Bean with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands, snuggled up in a padded armchair. You then noticed a blonde walk into the store, her hair cut in a straight line that barely brushed her shoulders. She was the most gorgeous girl you had seen.

The blonde turned as if she felt you staring at her. Your eyes met and you could feel your cheeks heating up. You averted your eyes and took a sip from your cup, acting nonchalant. You didn't notice the blonde when she grabbed her drink and she came to sit beside you. You glanced at her out the corner of your eye. “I saw you staring at me.” She said. You looked fully at the blonde.

“I-I’m sorry.” You stuttered, “Y-Your really pretty a-and I just-”

“It's alright.” The blonde assured with a wave of her hand as you took a sip of your drink to hide your embarrassment, “Your kind of cute as well.” You nearly choked on your drink. You cleared your throat with a sheepish smile.

“Sorry.” The blonde just gave you a smile.

“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself.” The blonde held her hand out to you, “I’m Quinn. Quinn Fabray.” You took Quinn’s hand shyly.

“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” That was the start of something wonderful. You and Quinn started to talk daily, whether it be through texting, calls or even the occasional get together at the Lima Bean. You told her about what happened at your school with bullies and such and the reason why they started to bully you. Quinn told you that at her school, they had two gay couples in the Glee Club.

She admitted to you about her own past, how she completely changed herself from Lucy to the beauty that she was today. She also told you about Beth and the drama’s that came with being in Glee Club. She also admitted that after Puck, the father of her baby, she realised that she didn't like him how she thought she did, and you helped her admit that she did indeed like girls and that she did feel an attraction to you.

You two started dating not long after that, finding that you were so much happier when you were with Quinn and that the pressure of your school life faded away.

It had gotten too much. Your school was horrible and they had gone too far, spray painting the word ‘dyke’ on your door one day. The school had called your parents and they decided that you should transfer schools. You instantly suggested William McKinley High, and your parents weren't surprised, you had told them all about your relationship with Quinn and they were fine with it.

You hadn't told Quinn that you were transferring, hoping to surprise her. When you walked into McKinley High, you were stared at, obviously. Your classes went by quickly and were surprised that you haven't seen Quinn all day. You had learnt from Quinn that your Spanish teacher, Mr Schuester, was the director of the Glee Club. He was quite happy that you were interested, as you were also part of the choir at your old school. He told you that Glee Club had a meeting at after school if you wanted to drop in.

When school had ended, you made your way to the Choir Room. You peeked in to see them all listening to Mr Schue. Quinn was sitting at the back, absolutely bored, and no one had spotted you yet. You smiled as you entered the room, “I’m looking for Quinn Fabray and I was told she would be here.” You said. All eyes turned to you. Quinn’s head snapped up and a grin spread onto her face. She jumped from her seat and ran up to you, wrapping her arms around you. You gladly returned the hug, burying your head in her shoulder. Quinn pulled back and held you at arm’s length.

“You're here!” She exclaimed, “W-Why are you…” Quinn trailed off, “They did something worse, did they?” You nodded.

“Mum and Dad thought it would be best if I transferred. So here I am!” You spread your arms wide with a large smile on your face. You then dropped your voice to a whisper, “Do they know?” Quinn shook her head. You nodded slowly before walking to the front of the room as Quinn went back to her seat, pulling one up next to her. “Hey everyone, my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I transferred here the other day from Silver Oak Academy. I already know who all of you are, Quinn told me about you.”

“How do you know Quinn?” Puck asked,

“We’ve been friends for a while.” You replied. The Glee Club welcomed you with open arms and were surprised that you were such a good singer.

Invitationals were rapidly approaching, and the New Directions were practising non-stop. After rehearsal one day, Mr Schue announced who was going to be at Invitationals the next day. “Ok everyone, quiet down.” Mr Schue called. “Ok, the other schools that will be at Invitationals this year will be...Caramel High’s Vocal Adrenaline.” The whole Glee Club groaned, Vocal Adrenaline was their biggest rivals. “And...the all-girls boarding school...Silver Oak Academy’s Celestial Voices.” You froze.

“C-Celestial Voices?” You squeaked.

“It’ll be ok.” Quinn assured, placing a hand on your shoulder, “We’re all here for you.” She then muttered under her breath, “Even if they don't know about us.” You nodded slowly as the bell rang. You quickly jumped out of your seat and hurried to your locker, pulling out your books.

“Hey (Y/N).” Mercedes greeted as she slid up beside you. “What was with all that back in Glee Club?” She asked.

“I was bullied back at Silver Oak, real bad.” You admitted, “That’s why I transferred in the first place.”

“Well Quinn was right, we’re all here for you.” You smiled as Mercedes wrapped you in a tight hug. You closed your locker as you followed the dark-skinned girl to your next class.

Invitationals had arrived. You were nervous beyond your wits. It had been months since you had seen anyone from your old school, and you were worried that they would do something. You were nervously chewing your fingernails as you waited for the bell to ring. When it did you quickly got out of your seat and almost ran out the door. When you did, you ran into someone. You stumbled before standing up, ready to say sorry. Your apology caught in your throat as you came face to face with Katrina and the rest of the Celestial Voices. “Hey there (Y/N).” She said sweetly as if she hadn't outed you. You glared at the taller girl before shoving past the choir and towards your locker. You started to shove your books into your locker, ignoring the papers and covers getting bent. Katrina followed you and leant next to your locker.

“What do you want?” You growled.

“You know, (Y/N/N), we learnt of a little tradition that your school has.”

“Oh yeah?” You muttered, shutting your locker and turning.

“Yes. And we heard that the whole Glee Club has had this done to them...all except one.” You went to leave but froze when a slushie was thrown in your face. You blinked as the girls of Celestial Voices laughs faded down the hallway. Everyone stared at you for a while before going on there way, leaving you standing there covered in purple slush. You heard a set of footsteps rush up to you.

“Oh my god, (Y/N)!” Quinn exclaimed, wiping the purple out of your eyes. “What happened? Who did this?”

“Katrina.” You whispered. “C-Can you help me clean up?”

“Yeah, come on.” Quinn lead you to the girl's bathroom to clean off the slushie. Once you were clean as you could be, the two of you walked to Glee Club together. When you got there, you realised you were the last two to arrive.

“What happened to you?” Santana asked.

“I got slushied by my old school.” You muttered, moving to the back of the Choir Room and sitting down.

“That does it.” Finn stated, getting out of his seat, “That just wrong! You don't go slushie your friends.”

“They're not my friends anymore, Finn, don't worry about it.”

“We have to do something though.” Mike insisted.

“We will beat them at Sectionals, that's all we can do.” Mr Schue said. After rehearsal, you quickly ran out, promising to text Quinn after you got back from the hospital. When Mr Schue left, Quinn turned to the rest of the Glee Club.

“We need to do something.” Quinn stated.

“But how do we do that?” Tina asked.

“I have the perfect plan.”

The next day, the New Directions, Vocal Adrenaline and Celestial Voices gathered in the Auditorium for the three Show Choirs to perform. The New Directions performed first, earning polite clapping from the two other show choirs. Vocal Adrenaline went next, and after the performance, you were worried that you would lose at Sectionals. You clapped as Vocal Adrenaline walked offstage and Celestial Voices got on. As they were performing, Puck claimed he had to go to the toilet and slinked off.

Right when they had finished performing, there was a woosh and blue slush fell onto the Celestial Voices. They shrieked as the blue stained their outfits. You placed your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughs. Quinn then shot out of her seat and pointed to Celestial Voices, “That's what you get for torturing my girlfriend!” Katrina glared at her before running off stage with the rest of the choir.

“Wait, you two are a thing?” Sam questioned. Quinn froze and turned to the Glee Club.

“Yes…?”

“For how long?” Blaine asked.

“A couple of months.”

“Well, why didn't you tell us?” Santana asked, “We could have had a cool all-girl-double-date.”

“Quinn.” You called. Quinn turned to you. “You planned that?”

“Of course.” Quinn sat next to you again and took your hands, “No one slushies my girlfriend without some punishment.” You smiled softly at Quinn. She let go of one of your hands and cupped your cheek, pulling you closer until your lips met in a kiss.

“Your girlfriend?” You questioned, pulling back with a smile, “I like the sound of that.”

“Well, then I’ll continue to say it.”

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Hi!! Can you possibly write a head cannon where y/n is kurts twin and is dating Quinn? Sorry if this isn’t specific any storyline is ok.

Quinn Fabray x Reader #3

Words: 2,024

Warnings: Mention of Car Crash, Hospital

Notes:

I was reading a story that involved a car crash and just...sort of took inspiration from that for more direction. I hope this is what you were looking for, thank you for requesting (and sorry for spelling mistakes)

———

You got into a car crash.

It wasn’t really your fault, it’s not as if you could have known that some dude driving a truck wanted to push you off a cliff…well, you’re sure he didn’t exactly want to; but that’s not the point, you think.

The point is that you got into a car crash. A car crash (or truck crashing, really) that you should have died from, but you didn’t. A car crash that should have presented lifetime injuries, but it didn’t.

And you’re lucky. That’s the magic word that keeps going around. You’re lucky.

Yeah, fuck that.

You don’t feel very lucky, laying down in your hospital bed and feeling so much pain everywhere, laying down in your hospital bed and not even being able to go to the bathroom by yourself... this doesn’t feel lucky. This feels miserable and shitty and—

Quinn. Quinn is here.

Quinn is sitting in the corner of the hospital room, reading a book with red rimmed eyes and shaky hands.

Quinn she— she wasn’t here yesterday. You wonder for a moment how she could have found out, and then you realize…

Kurt.

Kurt went to school today. You figure he must have relayed the news to the Glee club. If you had been awake yesterday, or even the day before—the night you got into the crash—you would have told him not to tell her.

Quinn doesn’t deserve to find out about this the way she probably found out about this. Quinn doesn’t deserve the worry she’s probably feeling...you know it would have been better for you to text her yourself so she knew immediately that you were fine. So you would be able to downplay the injuries.

Kurt likes being dramatic, and Quinn likes to panic.

“Quinn, you can’t be here,” you rasp out, your throat dry from lack of use. Her green eyes immediately snap up towards you.

“Y/N,” Quinn breathes out, voice full of relief as she sets her book down and moves towards the side of your bed to cup your cheek. “They said you woke up earlier but I had to see it to believe it.”

You give her a weak smile, not able to resist nuzzling your face into her hands. Her eyes watering with more tears almost makes you regret it. “Baby,” you whisper, “Kurt...my dad...what if they see? Where are they?”

Quinn’s face morphs into something guilty and apprehensive. “They both... sort of know about our relationship now…” she rushes to continue when she sees your wide eyes, “they were shocked, but they seem to be doing fine with the news.”

You blink at her, once, twice, and then drop your eyes closed with a wince. “Kurt’s gonna bother me so much about this,” you mumble. “How did they find out?”

You feel Quinn tense before you manage to open your eyes to see it.

“Me yelling at the nice lady up front to let me see my girlfriend probably told them as much,” Quinn says slowly, as if she expects an angry reaction. You don’t feel much anger. You haven’t really cared about them knowing for a while now…

In the beginning it just made sense to keep it a secret from them. Now, not so much.

Plus, nearly dying put some things into perspective for you.

“Does Finn know?”

Now it’s Quinn’s turn to wince. “I’m not sure,” she admits quietly, then adds, “i’m sorry if i’ve made things awkward for you.”

You can’t help but laugh at that, a laugh that turns into a coughing fit, and then turns into a whole bunch of growling while you grit your teeth in pain. “Fuck, fuck, that really hurt.”

Quinn’s hand is trembling again. “Do you want me to get the doctors?” She asks, with no small amount of panic. She’s terrified, and has been terrified since the moment Kurt told her you were in an accident.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you assure her, ignoring the pull of stitches that feel like they’re everywhere, and the hurt in your ribs. “I’m sure Finn will get over it eventually, when he finds out.”

“It’s not as if you two were siblings when I dated him,” Quinn jokes, though her eyebrows are furrowed with her worry.

You give her a smile that you hope is reassuring and try to relax into the hospital bed. Your eyes are heavy with tiredness, and you feel extremely drugged (yet at the same time not drugged enough), but you want to stay awake for Quinn.

Quinn has other plans.

She kisses your forehead, then promises against the skin there, “i’ll be here when you wake up.”

And right before you drift off into the dream world, you hear her say; “please don’t do this to me again,” in a voice that’s so weak and scared that you want to open your eyes again and reassure her.

You fall asleep instead.

——-

Quinn is there when you wake up again, but so is Kurt.

They’re talking. About you, you realize bitterly. About the crash, and the physical therapy you’re going to need to go through for your shoulder.

They’re talking quietly, as if to not disturb you, and it’s weird hearing the two most important people in your life talk. Especially since you know that just a day ago Kurt was terrified of Quinn.

Maybe not terrified...he was intimidated. Everyone is of Quinn.

(Quinn admitted to you once that sometimes she thrives in their fear, and other times she just feels alone. She told you that she doesn’t want to hurt people anymore just because she’s hurting, and that she’s trying to make people comfortable around her again.

The intimidation used to be from fear, now it’s from awe, so you suppose her plan hasn’t really worked. People worship the ground she walks on.

You worship the ground she walks on.)

Quinn is more deep than you expected though, and more deep than you’re sure everyone else expects. She’s more funny, more smart, more self-deprecating, more hurt, more nerdy, more goofy—than you ever realized.

She’s just a person full of surprises.

“Y/N?”

You jump in the hospital bed in alarm, your side and shoulder aching in protest. Yep. Quinn is full of surprises.

“Are you okay?” Quinn asks, giving you a sad smile. “Sorry for shocking you.”

Kurt pokes his head over her shoulder (it’s weird seeing them so close), “you don’t look so good,” he points out, as if you hadn’t already figured that out. The glare you send him has him shrugging.

“I’m fine, babe.” You ignore Kurt’s smirk at the nickname. “Could one of you just ask the doctors for about twenty pills for the pain?”

“And a hairbrush,” Kurt jokes, though his eyes are lined with the worry he thinks he’s hiding well, “got it.”

“You try getting pushed off a small cliff by a truck, see how you look afterwards!” You yell at Kurt’s retreating back.

There’s a tense silence the second Kurt is out of the room. Quinn’s eyes are focused on a spot on the hospital sheets, and she doesn’t look at you, even as she tries to make a joke for some levity;

“Twenty pills is a definite overdose. I hope Kurt isn’t actually asking for that amount.”

You snort, shaking your head. “They wouldn’t give it to him even if he asked.” Then, quietly, you ask; “Quinn, are you alright?”

She shakes her head. “You almost died,” Quinn mumbles, and she says it like an explanation, you suppose it is one.

It was terrifying, those moments when the truck hit, and those long moments after when you were still conscious.

“I keep thinking about what would have happened if you weren’t even a bit as lucky as you were,” she admits, closing her eyes. “You almost died. The only reason you're here now is because you were lucky.”

“Quinn—”

“You can’t die,” Quinn says, her eyes desperate when they snap open to look into yours. “You don’t get to leave me. That can’t be an option.”

But it is, because nothing is really guaranteed in life. Quinn knows this, has known this since a very young age, you imagine.

“I’m sorry,” is the only thing you can manage to say in the face of Quinn’s sadness.

Quinn seems to get a hold of herself after your apology. She just shakes her head and runs a hand through her hair and she’s Quinn again. “It’s not your fault. Just work hard at getting better soon so you can help me get through the school days.”

You nod, then hesitate. “Will you love me if I never drive again?” It’s meant to be a joke but it comes out more seriously than you intend. Quinn’s eyes immediately go soft and loving.

“Yes. I’d love you even if you didn’t even want to sit in a car again,” she says, and you believe her. You believe her.

“Then you’d have to walk everywhere with me,” you laugh, even as tears fall down your cheek. Quinn immediately bends down to kiss them away.

“The more calories burned, the more junk food I can have,” Quinn reassures, and you love her.

You love her so damn much.

——

Kurt is eyeing you and Quinn with something like wonderments in his eyes later that day.

Quinn can’t bring herself to care much though. What he thinks about her relationship with you in the least of her concerns right now. The only thing she really cares about right now is you.

She cares about you looking at her the way you’re looking at her right now, with a dopey drug induced smile. She cares about the fact that you’re looking at her at all. You’re looking at her right now because you’re alive.

You’re alive, Quinn reminds herself. The what if’s don’t matter.

“Quinn, will you marry me?” You ask, words slurred together. It brings Quinn straight out of her thoughts and into the real world.

She blinks at you for a couple of seconds and then nods uncertainty. You won’t remember this anyways, Quinn assures herself, but as she looks over her shoulder at Kurt’s wide eyes she realizes that he will.

Welp.

“One day,” Quinn continues, for appearance sake. Kurt snorts behind her.

She can’t be whipped enough for her girlfriend that she accepts a proposal this young. (She is though. She hates to admit that she’s incapable of saying no to a question like that from you, but it’s the truth.)

“I wanna get married now,” You protest, and Quinn doesn’t really know what to say to that.

“Y/N you can’t force the girl to marry you. Have some respect,” Kurt says, laughter in his voice. Quinn’s thankful for his intervention, though she won’t show it.

You pout at Kurt, and then at Quinn, “Fine. Just tell me when you’re ready, okay?” You ask, and Quinn loves desperately. She loves.

“Yeah. Okay.”

Not even Kurt’s rambling about ‘the disgustingness of love’ keeps her from the lightness in her chest at seeing you smile at her the way you are now.

You’re going to be okay.

The both of you will be, Quinn realizes, when Kurt cuts off his complaints to start planning for your wedding.

“We won’t be getting married for a while,” Quinn reminds the both of them. She gets blissfully ignored after a side glance from Kurt and another pout from you.

She’ll be okay, and even—Quinn realizes—Kurt will be. She wasn’t paying attention to how devastated he seemed earlier today, but in the face of his relief and happiness the differences between his behavior now seem obvious now.

He was devastated, but he’s okay now, because you’re awake. Quinn’s okay now because you're awake.

“Quinn, will you wear a suit for the wedding?” You ask, bringing Quinn out of her thoughts for probably the fifth time today.

Kurt snickers at Quinn’s resounding grimace, and his amusement only raises when Quinn mumbles, hesitantly, “we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“That sounds like a no, dear sister.”

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What Did She Say?

Quinn Fabray x Fem!Reader

Santana Lopez x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff ♡

Word Count: 1,039 words

A/N: When writing this I couldn’t decide what Santana was. So it’s totally up to you if you would like to see her platonically or romantically. I just couldn’t stop thinking about how protective they would be

Warnings: mentions the word suicide in relation to “song suicide”

The room was filled with excited chatter at the pending announcement for the new solo. Every member of the Glee Club auditioned, hoping to take the opportunity from Rachel. Mr Schue left the group in suspense, silently waiting for them to beg for the result. Each second was torture, eager eyes pouring into the man in charge.

“Y/N” he announced, clapping his hands in celebration. For those around the room, any role that’s taken from Rachel, is a role worth winning. They cheered for your success, a bright grin graced your features. Santana hollered, waving her fists in the air.

“That’s my girl” she announced, spurring on the crowd which seemed to cheer louder at the encouragement. The group shared your happiness, only one stood out for their resentment. Rachel huffed at the announcement, clearly disturbed by the choice for the roll. The room began to settle, all eyes landed on Rachel, calculating her next outburst. She pushed herself to the front of the room, standing directly in front of Mr Schuester.

“I for one do not agree with your decision” she crossed her arms over her chest. She wore her classic frown and diva attitude. You could hear the collective sigh and rolled eyes that waved through the room.

“My decision is final Rachel, Y/N won fair and square” he walked away from her, turning his attention to the sheet music he prepared. He was checked out, no longer feeding into Rachel’s inflated ego.

“That’s unfair, she’ll butcher the song. She’s not ready and you know it!” Her emotions got the better of her as she yelled at Mr Schue. The group collectively gasped at her outburst, sharing looks before setting their sights on you.

“What did you just say?” Santana growled through gritted teeth. She stood up abruptly, ready to fight the girl that dissed you.

“All I’m saying is she doesn’t have the range or the skill to pull off this song. She will be the end of Glee Club, it’s practically song suicide” her words were matter of fact, she truly believed what she was saying. She showed no guilt or remorse for how her words effected you. She watched as your eyes filled with tears, redirecting her line of sight to Finn. Santana’s body reacted without hesitation, she snaked her way down to the main floor. Rachel’s eyes grew wide, she tried to hide how her body trembled at the Latina. Santana was about to place her hands on the smaller girl when your voice halted her.

“It's okay, she can have it" your voice trembled, playing with the necklace around your neck. Santana dramatically turned to you, she couldn’t believe how easy you would give this up.

"You did not work this hard for some man handed tick tack to take it from you" she pointed a harsh finger towards Rachel, just to emphasise her point. A comment like that would have you shaking your head. Instead, you felt more insecure than you ever have before.

"Santana, honestly, she's right. I don't deserve it, I will never be good enough for it" For a moment Santana’s heart broke before it was quickly replaced with burning rage. Quinn sensed the mood change and left your side to be with Santana.

"Hell no" Santana lunged forward, ready to rip Rachel to shreds. She would not stand for the way you were treated. Quinn placed a gentle hand on Santana’s chest, stopping her from her torment. Quinn calmly approached Rachel, who instinctively stepped back. She wanted to create as much space as possible between herself and Quinn.

"Apologise" she growled, the sheer sound surprised you. It forced you to keep your attention on the fight in front of you. Santana raised a proud eyebrow at the interaction, clearly impressed by her attitude.

"Wha-What for? I-I was just t-telling the truth" she stumbled, she may be small but she felt smaller in front of Quinn.

"I am sick of your arrogant, selfish, entitled ass. Look at how you made them feel. Does it make you feel better about yourself when you tear others down?" Rachel blinked blankly at her, she was rendered speechless. A very rare occasion for those to witness in Glee Club. "I asked you a question" Quinn stepped even closer to the girl, her voice prompting Rachel to speak. Quinn’s stare was strong, baring down on the brunette.

“Yes” Rachel squeaked, she was truly afraid of what Quinn was capable of. She would never regret how she hurt you, more how she poked the sleeping bear.

“And that is what I thought. You are just some shallow, self doubting, low life that will never truly be happy with herself. Next time, leave my girlfriend out of it” Quinn shoved the smaller girl before walking towards the chairs. She offered her hand to you which you happily accepted. She laced her fingers with yours, pulling you out of the room. Santana followed closely behind, sending warning looks towards Rachel.

“Are you okay?” Quinn asked, her hard demeanour melting at the sight of your tears. Softly she wiped your tears, her hands resting on your cheeks. You nodded meekly, still recovering from Rachel’s harsh words. “Don’t listen to her, you know how she gets. You were clearly the best choice for the song” a sweet smile formed on her lips, a comfort that you desperately needed.

“Quinn’s right, Mr Schue would be an idiot not to give it to you” Santana added, standing behind Quinn. Your lips formed a grateful smile, leaning into Quinn’s touch.

“Thank you” you said sincerely, you were grateful for your two saving graces. It warmed your heart to see how passionate they were about you.

“You’re welcome beautiful” Quinn placed a soft peck to your lips, pulling you in for a hug. “Let’s go home” she suggested, her hand reconnecting with yours. Santana kissed the top of your forehead before her pinky linked with yours. You could always count on them to cheer you up, no matter the circumstance. You walked out of Lima High School with a new sense of pride. Rachel will just have to wait her turn because it’s your time now.

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She's My Girlfriend - Sebastian Smythe x Reader (Chapter 5)

Sebastian Smythe x Fem!Reader (Posted on Wattpad)

Summary:

"What are you doing?!"

"We knew you guys were up to no good!"

"What are you talking about, she's my girlfriend!"

"Wait, girlfriend?" "Huh?" "I thought you were gay..?"

Word Count: 630

Y/n's POV

"So, who wants to kick this off?" Mr. Shue asks as he claps his hands together. "No volunteers?" I looked around me before sighing and raising my hand up. "Great! Well come on up, the floor is yours."

I make my way over to the middle of the room, in front of the piano and take a deep breath in.

"All along it was a fever

A cold sweat, hot headed believer

I threw my hands in the air, said, "Show me something"

He said, "If you dare, come a little closer"

Round and around and around and around we go

Oh, now tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know

Not really sure how to feel about it

Something in the way you move

Makes me feel like I can't live without you

It takes me all the way

I want you to stay

It's not much of a life you're living

It's not just something you take, it's given

Round and around and around and around we go

Oh, now tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know

Not really sure how to feel about it

Something in the way you move

Makes me feel like I can't live without you

It takes me all the way

And I want you to stay

Ooh, the reason…"

Everyone begins to clap and cheer as my song ends. I smiled a bit before returning to my seat, some of my friends complimenting me. For the rest of glee I couldn't stop smiling, I was so proud of myself.

Rachel and Finn performed a duet together, as did Mercedes, and Artie. Then Quinn sang a solo before joining Santana and Brittany's performance too. Blaine and Kurt decided to have everyone song with them, and this had to be one of the best meetings we've had.

After glee, I headed home where Sebastian was supposed to meet me since my parents were both working late that night. As I arrived, I noticed a familiar car parked down the street from my house.

I unlocked the door and walked inside and jogged upstairs to my room. Sure enough, Sebastian was lying on my bed reading some book.

"Hey babe, did you put the spare key back under the rock?" I ask as I flop onto the bed beside him.

"Yes ma'am, I did." He says, before placing his book to the side and placing a kiss to my temple.

"Good. So how was your day?" I asked, cuddling myself into him, placing my face in the crook of his neck.

"Same old, same old. Went through some classes and practiced with the warblers. We were working on our songs for Regionals coming up" He replies, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Hmm, oh yeah? And what songs were those? I asked, placing a soft kiss on his neck.

"We were working on G- hey!" He exclaimed when he realized what I was doing. "I see what you're doing, you little devil."

I let out a laugh, before looking up at him, "I'm just kidding. I wouldn't do that to you."

"Mhm, because I'm so sure of that." He replies sarcastically, while rolling his eyes at me.

"It's true!" I say back, lightly hitting his arm. "Anyway, are you hungry? Do you want to have dinner?"

"Yeah sure, we can whip up something quick like pasta to have." He agrees.

I sit up from the bed and grab his hand in mine before we go racing to the kitchen, downstairs.

Let's say that the night was filled with us somewhat successfully cooling pasta but the kitchen was a mess. We ended up spending two hours cleaning it up after we ate. Yep, he's a keeper.

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[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Hi can I request fem!reader and Quinn Fabray kissing in the rain after an argument please :D

Running in Circles

Quinn Fabray x Fem!reader

All you could hear was the sound of your heavy footfalls and labored breathing. You had snuck into the school football field to run the track. It was something you did whenever you had extra energy to drain and couldn't find another outlet. However, tonight kept you on the track. Frustrated energy threatened to overtake you, even with extra shadowboxing or roundhouse kicks. The fight with your girlfriend lingered in your brain and latched on like gum in hair.

Though it seems as though you couldn't call Quinn Fabray your girlfriend anymore.

The blonde had been hanging around Puck more often lately. You knew her plan to try and prove that she was a worthy parent for Beth and that obviously involved the baby's father. But you felt as though you were getting pushed into the sidelines. Quinn, focused on her child, had forgone dates and other plans. She brushed you aside to talk to Puckerman. Overall, she neglected the fact that you were even together.

You were sure that Quinn wasn't cheating on you. At least not outright. Having knowledge of her previous infidelity, you knew that she would be more secretive at the very least. It didn't stop the negative feelings from settling into your mind. Did she not want a girlfriend anymore? Did she feel like you couldn't be around her daughter since you were queer? It was enough that you had to confront Quinn about it and it didn't end well.

The cheerleader was almost immediately on the defensive. There was nothing you could say that could sway her from the destructive path she was on. Emotions eventually bubbled over and Quinn exploded with angry words. Hurtful words that stuck into your brain.

"Beth is the only good, perfect thing I have!"

"What about me? What about us?"

"What about us!?"

You couldn't help but leave at those words. If she didn't care about you as much as you did for her, you weren't going to hang around and break yourself. You broke yourself for partners before and you refuse to do it again. You would rather leave heartbroken. Of course, that decision wasn't going to happen until you could think clearly. Which running was suppose to help with. At least it usually helped.

Your mind was so out of sorts that you didn't even notice the rain until you lost your footing and tripped. The momentum caused you to skid and roll, tumbling over until you hit the track with your face.

Normally, physical pain wouldn't cause any fuss, but now it was the last straw. Sobs wrack your body as you get up from the ground. Tears mix with rain and thunder masks your cries. Emotional torment causes your body to hunch, but only for a moment. You force yourself to recover and get up to run again, but sudden hands on your face stop any further movement.

Quinn was kneeling in front of you. Hazel eyes scan your face as they assess the damage from your fall. With gentle strokes, she brushes your bangs from your face and you have a clearer look at her. You don't know whether she had been crying or not. You can see that her eyes are red, but the rain hides any tears she may have had. Tears from what? The argument you had?

The spell she has on you breaks and you try to move from her grasps.

"What are you doing here, Quinn?" You ask, now refusing to look at her. "It's pouring out. You're gonna get sick."

"I can say the same for you." The blonde holds tight and keeps you near. Before you could pull away again, she continues. "I'm sorry."

You pause.

"I'm so, so sorry. I just..." She chews on her thoughts a little. "I just got so hyper-focused on Beth that I just... didn't think on anything else." Her hands move from your face to your hands. She clings on, but you don't budge.

"I know there's not much I can say to make up for things, but... I love you. You have to know that." You can feel her thumb run across your knuckles.

"Beth is the one perfect thing I've done," she continues. "But you? You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. And I can't lose you. Especially not like this." Quinn tugs your hands and it brings your focus back to her. There's a desperate look in her eyes. There's a fear. You vaguely feel her hands tremble.

"Please... not like this."

The crack in her voice breaks through your stupor. Quinn could only barely register your hands tighten around her before your lips on on hers. She clings onto you like a lifeline as she refamiliarizes herself with you and your love. The rain may have well stopped since neither of you pay attention to the downpour. It's not until oxygen calls for you did you feel a shiver run down your spine.

"Let's get outta here." You say, helping Quinn up. "Seriously don't wanna get sick."

Quinn agrees with a nod and you walk over to an umbrella she had dropped on her way to you. Taking it in one hand, you take hers in your other, leaving the track and your tears behind. There's only a pause for one last thing.

"Not ever, Quinn. You won't lose me."

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[beautifultrash-101]

Outing [2]

Part 1

Pairing: Quinn Fabray x fem!reader

Anonymous request: Quinn and the reader go on their first date

Warnings: none - words: 517

Y/n POV:

The silence lingering between the both of us is painful. Twirling my fork around in my barley eaten spaghetti I sigh resting it next to my plate “why is this so weird for us? We’ve been to breadsticks a million times before” Quinn let’s out a sigh but it’s followed with a chuckle “probably because this time it’s a date and we don’t have Santana and Brittany talking over us the whole time” I laugh at what she says thankful for the shift in mood “maybe we should just do what they do” Quinn gives me a questionable look “make out in the middle of this restaurant?” I choke some air at her words “I was going to go with let things come natural talk about anything like usual, but yours works too” she throws a breadstick at me which I catch and take a bite of, Quinn looks at me for a moment “I don’t want to lose that with you, the natural feeling” I smile knowing I feel the same “neither do I, but I’m pretty sure any relationship starts out awkward” Quinn suddenly gets a teasing grin and glint in her eyes “relationship huh?” out of instinct I start playing with my hands “well yeah, that is if you would want that, I’ve just liked you for a long time, then you agreed on a date, so I thought-“ “Y/n calm down, I would really like being in a relationship with you” Quinn reassures me laying her hand on mine “publicly?” I ask my eyes not leaving her hands “that is if you want to” nodding my head rapidly I tell her “I’m not gonna' miss the shot to tell everyone I’m in a relationship with Quinn Fabray” she smiles at my words wanting to say something when suddenly we’re interrupted “oh my god what a coincidence that you two are here” I close my eyes hoping that Rachel will disappear when I open them again. Nope still there. Quinn takes her hand back from mine crossing her arms “what do you want?” I retreat my hand putting both on my lap “just wanted to make sure everything is going well, we’re friends” “we’re not friends” I reply shortly my tone bitter towards her, she sucks in a breath “manly I’m here because of the musical” I hold my hand up “I don’t care, as you can see I’m on a date and I don’t know if Finn likes spending your dates talking to other girls, but that’s not my fun, so walk away and find a life” Rachel huffs out some air stomping away to which Quinn starts laughing making me laugh along. She traces her finger along my arm “is it weird that I kind of found that hot?” “depends, how hot?” Quinn leans closer to me her breath warm on my ear “hot in a way where I’d be ready to go back to your car” she gets up walking in the direction of the exit, grabbing my wallet I throw some money on the table quickly following behind her.

Parking the car at some dark empty lot I turn to Quinn “okay so this will kind of be the beginning of everything changing” “don’t make it a big deal” Quinn chuckles pulling me closer by my neck connecting our lips in a heated kiss. I pull back “I’m just saying I know we’ve kissed, but this is-“ she stops me by kissing me again making me forget wanting to talk it out for a moment. I put my hand on her tight hesitating to make sure it’s okay, she doesn’t show discomfort so I keep it there. When we both need a moment to breath we separate “yeah that was okay” I tell her still a little breathless from the make out session. She leans onto her seat with a smile “if it was only okay why is your hand still on my tight” I take it back knowing my cheeks are probably red “I got carried away” “I bet you did” she teases me by coming closer to me only to kiss my cheek “it’s late, I should probably get back before my mom notices that it’s past my curfew” I look to the clock noticing that it’s already past eleven, time really does fly when your having a good time, a really good time.

The whole ride to Quinn’s house her eyes are kept on me “you really know how to plan a date” “barley eaten dinner, make out in an old car, driving you home to a pissed off mother?” she smiles brightly at my sarcastic reply “what more can a girl ask for” I smile back at her, trying to park quietly in her drive way, that plan fails when the front door opens her mother walking out looking not so amused. Quinn bits her lip “guess she noticed” “see you tomorrow?” “hopefully” Quinn half jokes sounding a bit nervous non the less. She gets out of the car with not another word, walking up to her mom. I’m about to start the car when she runs back tapping the window quickly “did you forget something?” I wonder wanting to look behind me “yeah I did” she doesn’t give me a second to ask before kissing me, just to walk back to her mom who gives me a warning look. I wave awkwardly to which she rolls her eyes a small smile on her face. Quinn’s mom always had a soft spot for me I guess.

Backing out of the drive way I get home a smile plastered on my face, excitement building up since I get to see my girlfriend tomorrow. If Judy doesn’t kill her that is.

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[logbush]

Hi can you do a Quinn fabray x fem reader. Where the r is a new student and runs into Quinn by accident on her way to soccer tryouts. Then later r sees karofsky throw slushy at Quinn and immediately starts fighting Karofsky and ends up getting pretty beat up but still come out on top. Then the rest up to you.

New Kid on the Block

899 words

fluff? i think?

quinn fabray x reader

with your dad being in the military, you weren't very used to staying in one place. you had recently relocated from austin, texas to lima, ohio, across the entire country. you were leaving everyone you knew behind, but even then you didn't really know them, you were only there for two years.

it was the end of your first day at mckinley. you were on your way to soccer tryouts. you had always liked soccer, it was the only thing that stayed the same in a world constantly changing. while you walked out to the field, you ran into a blonde, causing her to drop her books.

"oh god i'm so sorry!" you apologized kneeling down to help the girl pick up her books. she was already down and had picked up a majority of them before you could help. you handed her a book, causing her to look up at you with a soft smile.

she was gorgeous. she made your knees weak just by looking at her. "you're the new kid right? y/n y/ln?" she asked, quickly snapping you out of your thoughts. you nodded "uh yeah, h-how did you know that?" you pondered. she let out a soft chuckle "i had to know the new cutest girl at school" she quipped with a smirk.

your cheeks felt hot as she said that, "are you off to soccer tryouts?" she questioned. you nodded again "yeah.. how did you know that? are you in my head?" she let out a breathy laugh "it's the only reason someone would be here still, i'm here for a glee practice, but i'm assuming you're not too interested in that" she said, making eye contact with you. "speaking of tryouts, you're going to be late" she added on, looking at the clock behind you. you turned around and nodded before running off "sorry again for knocking you down!" you yelled.

the next day you waited eagerly to know if you made it onto the team. but you started to think that that's not really what you were waiting for. you were waiting for a certain blonde to walk by.

you were unaware of the reputation she had. for gods sake, how could you know her reputation when you didn't even know her name?

you stood by your locker, getting your books for your next class. you watched the blonde girl walk down the hall. you were smitten over this girl. she smiled at you and waved, before a guy from the opposite side of the hall walked into your vision and threw a drink at her. it sort of looked like, a slushy?

you didn't really care what it was. the problem was, this guy just threw a drink at the blonde girl. you were outraged.

you looked at the buffoon before lunging at him, punching his nose. you thought you heard a crack but you weren't too worried about that. you wanted to get revenge. you continued punching him until he flipped you over and began hitting you back. just then, a man with what seemed like a really bad perm, pulled the crook off of you "kravosky, im sick of you doing this!" he yelled "she started it!" he boomed in response. the man didn't care about that, he took kravosky to the principals office after making sure you were okay.

you stood up and looked around, looking for the blonde girl, 'she's probably in the restroom' you thought, so then you ran off looking for her. you went to the nearest restroom and, to no one's surprise, the blonde girl was there, desperately trying to wash off the slushy.

"saw what happened back there" your voice echoed, causing the cheerleader to jump, "pretty rough" you added on. she shook her head before turning towards you, gasping as soon as she saw you "what happened?" she wondered. you had a bruise on your cheek and a black eye was starting to form. she walked towards you before putting her hand on your cheek gently rubbing the bruise. you winced in pain before the blonde girl removed her hands. "sorry." she whispered with sympathy "did you beat kravosky up for me?" she quizzed.

you nodded "i tried at least" you started, grabbing her hands with yours "couldn't stand to see someone bully the prettiest girl i've ever seen" the cheerleader blushed "and i don't even know your name" you added. she looked up at you, confused "quinn, quinn fabray" she stated.

you grinned, god even her name was pretty. you gently massaged her hands in yours "why'd you do that?" she whispered, looking down. "there was a connection between us yesterday. you know it, i know it. i thought that if i defended you, you would give me a try" you replied to her, looking down at the blonde waiting for her to look back up at you.

she nodded before making eye contact with you, "go on a date with me tonight" she commanded. "what?" you stammered, surprised at her confidence. quinn grinned at your shock, "yeah, tonight at 6 you're gonna take me on a date to breadstix, and if it goes well, you may or may not get a kiss from the 'prettiest girl you've ever seen'" she put air quotes around the last part, causing you to roll your eyes jokingly.

"i'll bring my wallet"

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