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Together We’ll Ring in the New Year → Faberry

Mon, 14 Jan 2013 15:03:06 -0500

TAGGING: Rachel Berry & Quinn Fabray
LOCATION: Cast party/Rachel’s apartment
TIME FRAME: New Year’s Eve/January 1st
GENERAL NOTES: A bittersweet new year.
SIDE NOTES: omg i’m sorryyy i completely forgot. but yes we can finish on chatzy i’ll message you

QUINN FABRAY:

What was she doing there? That seemed like the million dollar question. Quinn wished she would be able to reply to that, but she didn’t even seem to know the answer herself. She wanted to see Rachel, and talk to Rachel and just…get over her. How could she explain that to her? She fidgeted with the hem of her jacket as she slowly followed the brunette to the building. “Happy new year, Rachel.” she replied, rather uncomfortably. How was it possible for the brunette to still make her feel lots of different things in the span of a minute, and after years of not seeing her? Happiness, anger, a fluttering in her stomach, the urge to hug her yet to run at the same time…

Quinn sighed, glancing Rachel’s way for a second before looking around her. The streets were completely empty, everyone was probably enjoying the night and having a good time with friends or family or lovers, while Quinn was walking next to her former enemy former friend former person she was crushing on, and she couldn’t find it in herself to open her mouth and explain exactly what she was doing there. The blonde also wished she would have drank maybe a little bit more, so she could simply do exactly what she wanted and needed in that moment, and blame it on the alcohol later on. “I know you’re probably wondering why I’m here, and I’ll get to that soon but…why are you here? I mean, why aren’t you out at some party having a good time and all that?” Despite the uninterested tone of her voice, Quinn was actually curious about it.

Once they reached the building and were standing in front of it, the blonde took a deep breath and looked up and down to her old friend and just a tiny smile formed on her face. She still was beautiful as ever. “I want…I need to talk to you about something. Do you think I can come in, if it’s not too much trouble? Maybe we can get some drinks and catch up…?” Where was her eloquence? Get some drinks and catch up? Smooth, Quinn Fabray. But hey, at least she tried. And that way it would gave her an excuse to drink some more and brave herself to just say what she needed to. Only if Rachel said yes…

RACHEL BERRY:

That wasn’t what she wanted. Rachel didn’t want to catch up, she gave that chance to Quinn when they ran into each other, she offered her to get lunch together and talk but the blonde simply ran away like she was used to when she didn’t want to deal with things. If Rachel was one of the things she didn’t want to deal with, then fine, she wasn’t one to push other people into like her, not anymore. But even so, even if she was upset and still mad for Quinn completely vanishing from her life a few years ago, she still couldn’t find it in herself to say no to her. There surely had to be a song about that, right? About someone so naive and so nice that couldn’t bring themselves to say no when they were supposed to, about someone with a stupid infatuation on their high school friend, someone who they didn’t know anymore apparently. If there was a song like that, Rachel would have probably started singing it in that moment to let out her frustrations without actually using her own words, because in that moment, her thoughts and head were a mess.

But still, Rachel was curious. She wanted to know what Quinn had to say, even if she wanted not to want it, and she did want to have a few drinks because it would certainly help her relax for a few moments, or at least it would help her to simply stop thinking. She wanted to stop wanting her.

“I was at a party and now it’s past midnight so I’m home…” she shrugged, trying to find her keys in her purse and looking up at Quinn once she did, an unreadable expression on her face. “You can come in if you really do need to talk, but not for too long though. I am quite tired and I think I’ll be heading to bed soon.” It was a lie obviously, one she didn’t think Quinn would buy, but she still faked a yawn and covered her mouth with her free hand. “I’m really sleepy.” she said, trying to make a point.

By the time they got to her apartment, Rachel wanted nothing more than to get a bottle of vodka, downing it, and change into her pajamas. But no, of course, she just had to be a good host and held open the door for Quinn, grabbing her new coat and putting it away, and offering her a glass of water that the blonde politely declined and instead asked for some alcohol. At least there was a good thing about that night. “Please, make yourself comfortable,” Rachel said in a loud voice from the kitchen as she mixed up some drinks. She didn’t ask what Quinn wanted, and Quinn didn’t seem picky anyway, so Rachel just decided to mix some vodka and orange juice, easy. Of course there was a lot more of alcohol in hers, but that was something Quinn didn’t need to know. She handed one to her and took a seat on the very spacious couch, leaving an appropriate distance between them. “So what did you want to talk about that had to be tonight and couldn’t wait another day, Quinn? I have to admit that I find it kind of weird that you of all people couldn’t wait to talk to me. You seemed to be doing just fine without me these past years.”

Together We’ll Ring in the New Year → Faberry

Thu, 03 Jan 2013 13:38:46 -0500

TAGGING: Rachel Berry & Quinn Fabray
LOCATION: Cast party/Rachel’s apartment
TIME FRAME: New Year’s Eve/January 1st
GENERAL NOTES: A bittersweet new year.
SIDE NOTES: Side notes are getting old but this is the shortest reply I’ve ever written and I’m sorry. Headache and rl and such. You know the drill.

QUINN FABRAY:

If there’s something and someone she knew she shouldn’t trust in never, that’s herself. Forty minutes and five shots of tequila later, Quinn found herself walking towards Rachel’s apartment. She’s only been there once, but she got there almost without looking for directions, as if she’s been visiting the brunette since forever. She still didn’t even know the directions to get to her favorite cupcakes store, but she already knew how to get to Rachel’s place, that was just great.

At least she wasn’t drunk. Well, not much anyway.

What was she even going to say once she got there anyway? Why did she assume Rachel was going to be home, too? Surely she wasn’t as pathetic as she was; the brunette probably was at some party having a good time and not even thinking about her like she was. Quinn couldn’t understand how her life changed so much in a matter of a weekend — not even a weekend, a couple of hours being in the brunette’s presence. Sure, it was nice, but that was exactly the problem, it was too nice. It was nice and it made her feel, and that was the last thing Quinn wanted or needed in that moment (not only because it was Rachel but because she had a boyfriend too).

Once she was right around the corner, Quinn stopped abruptly midstep. If by miracle Rachel happened to be home, what was she even going to say? “Hello, happy new year, now kiss me”? Even in her head that sounded absolutely ridiculous. And what if she wasn’t there? Should she wait for her or simply go home and forget about that night forever? What a great way to start the year. And people say that how you spend your new year is the way the entire year is going to be… Well, then Quinn was going to spend her year half drunk and chasing cute brunettes. Fantastic.

She saw someone walking her direction on the distance. Quinn thought for a second that it was Rachel, but (even if Quinn could hardly see the girl) no, that couldn’t possibly be Rachel, that girl seemed like a mess and… As the figure was coming closer, she could tell (after a good minute) that, in fact, it was Rachel and all the anger she was feelings towards her for not being able to stop thinking about her for a second, simply vanished and all she wanted in that moment was to wrap her arms around her body and keep her safe.

Quinn sighed, stuffing her hands into her coat pockets and slowly making her way towards Rachel, hoping the night wouldn’t end in complete disaster.

RACHEL BERRY:

Surely her eyes were deceiving her, because that girl walking towards her almost shyly couldn’t possibly be Quinn Fabray. No. Maybe Rachel wished for her so much that she was seeing things now. It would be ridiculous and probably not plausible, but it was an option. She wasn’t even drunk, so she couldn’t say it was a product of her imagination. She’s drank a few drinks, but it wasn’t nearly enough for her to be drunk or even a little tipsy. It only made her a little but dumb and clumsy, and she was sure as hell that she shouldn’t trust her own judgement in that moment and until she went to bed, but that was about it the effect alcohol had in her.

Rachel crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to protect herself from the cold and walked warily towards the blonde, preparing a speech in her head already though the only thing she got was messed sentences that made no sense.

“Quinn,” Rachel said in a low voice once she was in front of the blonde, her eyes looking down for a few seconds until she finally looked up and locked eyes with hazel ones. “What a lovely surprise. What are you—” she cleared her throat. “What are you doing here? …Happy new year?” she asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion and slowly started walking towards her building.

Together We’ll Ring in the New Year → Faberry

Wed, 02 Jan 2013 22:13:25 -0500

TAGGING: Rachel Berry & Quinn Fabray
LOCATION: Cast party/Rachel’s apartment
TIME FRAME: New Year’s Eve/January 1st
GENERAL NOTES: A bittersweet new year.
SIDE NOTES: Really late reply, sorry! :P

QUINN FABRAY:

Despite her best efforts, Quinn could not for the life of her stop thinking about Rachel ever since she left the brunette’s apartment not only two days ago. She promised to herself that she wouldn’t, that her weird obsession with her was long gone and that seeing her again after a long time did not affect her at all. Of course, that was complete and utter—excuse the language—bullshit. She didn’t even understand where that came from; it wasn’t like she was in love with her or anything, it was just a stupid teenager infatuation, why couldn’t she just get over it? Letting out a heavy sigh, Quinn closed the book she was currently reading and looked up to check the time in her wall clock. 10:59pm. Only one hour to midnight and she was stuck in her apartment because she was stubborn enough to refuse an invite to a party just because she didn’t want to start the year watching all her friends kissing each other and her “boyfriend” had better plans for that night; it would be just a horrible way to start the year. But in that moment, as the clock hit 11pm, it seemed like the most wonderful idea ever – going out and getting drunk and forgetting about Rachel. Yes, perfect.

So the blonde grabbed her coat, not even bothering changing out of her leggings and oversized sweater she wore all day, her keys, purse, and she was out of her apartment. The cool breeze hit on her face and it was like a reminder that once again, she was just running away from things instead of just face it like the grown woman she now is. But did Quinn care? No.

Hailing a cab was almost impossible being so close to midnight, so the only thing she had left was to walk the 12 blocks to her friend’s house where the party was. The first thing she did once she got there was to finish a large glass of vodka and orange juice in one breath; if she had to deal with her friends all coupled up for the rest of the night, at least she needed to be drunk. Quinn grabbed her phone to check the time again, only 11:34pm and no missed calls or unread texts. It had been two days, wasn’t Rachel supposed to call to ask when she was available to pick up her coat or, or…something? Was she just going to completely ignore her as some kind of payback for what she did to the brunette? She let out another heavy sigh as she nodded, pretending she was listening to what her co-star was telling her; she wished she could just stop thinking about Rachel for a second to allow herself to at least enjoy the last minutes of the year.

Maybe the only way to get over her was to do something about it, get it out of her system and move on. That gave her the greatest idea ever, and she smiled as she nodded again, this time trying to put a little more effort in that conversation. Maybe she was going to have a good start of the year after all.

RACHEL BERRY:

It wasn’t even midnight yet and 2013 wasn’t looking so good from where she was standing. Rachel thought she was going to get over it, Quinn. That she wouldn’t think about her again, she would forget about the coat (Quinn could buy a new one, right?) and that was it, her life would go back to normal. How wrong was she. The blonde didn’t leave her mind for a second, and Rachel kind of hated herself for it. That whole situation was just so high school. Rachel pinning over the pretty blonde cheerleader just for a little of her time and affection. It was ridiculous and pathetic.

She shook her head at herself and downed a drink of…she didn’t even know at that point. She only had to make it to midnight, and then she would be free to go home, watch some cliche movie and cry just because she could. Only ten more minutes, she could do it.

There was a girl, a friend of one of her cast mates, that had been hitting on her since she got to the party. She was taller than her (but not tall), blonde, and had a smile that could rival Quinn’s. Just her luck, right? Lara, as she learned her name, made a few comments about wanting to kiss her at midnight which Rachel politely brushed off because she was not interesting in anything she had to say if she had to be honest, and she wasn’t interested in her either. So Lara resembled Quinn, big deal. It shouldn’t be, after all. But after spending three days straight thinking about blonde hair and haze eyes, Rachel was actually considering taking up on Lara’s offer about that midnight kiss. Goodness, who was she? That wasn’t the Rachel Berry that came to New York a few years ago. What has life and reality done to her? Well, for starters, she didn’t care.

2 minutes until midnight.

Rachel didn’t care about life, or her dreams that every day seemed more and more impossible to get, or about who was going to be her midnight kiss. Why was that even a tradition anyway? It was stupid. People shouldn’t have to kiss anyone at midnight, that wasn’t what a ‘new year’ meant.

The brunette was suddenly distracted by all her friends cheering and practically screaming “Happy new year” to each other and all Rachel could do was roll her eyes and wonder why she wasn’t in Times Square where she’s been spending her new year’s eves those past years. Figures that she would spend midnight talking to herself in her head and complaining about everything. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lara staring at her, almost daring her to just go over there and kiss her. She shouldn’t even be considering it, Rachel Berry did not kiss random girls, or random guys either for that matter. No, that was it.

“I need to get out of here,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head and quickly making her way out of the party, not bothering saying goodbye to anyone. Not that they were going to notice she was gone anyway.

The walk back to her place was about 20 blocks, and while it wasn’t ideal to walk, the cool breeze hitting her head was exactly what she needed to distract herself from everything (including herself). Letting out a soft sigh, she put her hands in her pocket and slowly started making her way back to her big, lonely, and empty apartment, only have have an even lonelier night.

Happy new year, Rachel Berry.

do you have any plans for new year's eve? :)

Sun, 30 Dec 2012 23:06:02 -0500

I do, I have a cast party at one of my co-workers’ place!

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Sun, 30 Dec 2012 14:12:18 -0500

Do you still talk to people you went to high school with?

Sat, 29 Dec 2012 12:52:06 -0500

I do, yes. Not a lot of them, and certainly not as often as I would like to, but I do. Surprisingly enough, if you knew me back in high school, you wouldn’t believe that I still keep in touch with none other than Santana Lopez, even if the brief contact we have is only through simple emails, but I’d like to think that we left everything behind and while we’re not the best friends, I can still call her a good friend of mine.

And I, um, saw Quinn Fabray this morning too…

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Sat, 29 Dec 2012 04:06:48 -0500

So, We Meet Again → Faberry

Fri, 28 Dec 2012 18:11:02 -0500

TAGGING: Quinn Fabray & Rachel Berry
LOCATION: New York streets/Rachel’s apartment
TIME FRAME: Saturday morning/afternoon, December 29th 2012
GENERAL NOTES: Quinn and Rachel meet again after a few years in the most cliche way.

QUINN FABRAY:

Okay, so that was the moment she felt like a bitch again. There was Rachel being nice to her, even after she completely vanished from her life and blatantly ignored her, and she was even inviting her to have some lunch and catch up (as if nothing happened!) and the only thing on Quinn’s mind was ‘no’ and ‘run’. She didn’t understand how being around Rachel brought back all her old traits; Quinn didn’t want to be that person anymore, she wasn’t that person anymore. Yet, she shrugged uncomfortably in her spot, trying to find a way to decline Rachel’s offer politely.

She stared idly at the white wall opposite to her, tilting her head to the side. Quinn Fabray would have been obviously caught as a shameful and laughable liar if she told anyone close to her that she hadn’t been stressed and anxious enough to have a moment of silent peace and a much-needed sleeping session of not concentrating on a focus-point. But this was her life. That didn’t mean Quinn didn’t have continued thoughts, conversations, and memories, that caused her to wonder even more about herself, and how she secretly didn’t want to admit a pile of truths that would not only ruin her, but also tear apart who she reached to become along the challenging stair-way to her shining career. Or so she believed. But that wasn’t something she had to worry about in that moment. What she needed was for Rachel to stop staring at her with those puppy eyes that were making it impossible for her to keep on her icy facade, and she needed for Rachel to stop being so polite and nice so it would be easy for her to say no.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Quinn crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back, sporting a small frown on her face. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Rachel…,” She didn’t have any good reason for saying no, well, none other than she knew the brunette was going to ask questions about what happened after high school graduation, and those were questions she didn’t have the answer to — Quinn hardly understood herself anyway. “I just remembered that I have to meet up with my boyfriend—” Lies. “—so I need to leave soon. And don’t worry about the coat, I’ll take a cab now and I can just come pick it up some other day.”

How was it that she had the power to ruin most situations in her life?

“But I’ll…I’ll call you, okay? No, actually…here, that’s my number,” she said, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen from her purse and writing down the number. She knew that if it was for her, she would continue to ignore the brunette’s presence. It seemed as if that was all she’s done her entire life. But she wasn’t ready to talk about it just yet, or if she was ever going to be, so as of now, leaving was the only solution. Grabbing her phone and quickly getting up, placed her arms around her as if protecting herself and offered the brunette an apologetic smile. “I-I have to go. We’ll talk soon, yeah?”

RACHEL BERRY:

There really is no point in denying that Rachel was hurt when Quinn politely (but also not so subtlety lied) said she had some other plans. Even after all that time it was amazing how Quinn could cause such emotions in her, and not the good kind. Was Rachel really not good enough to be friends with the blonde? And if so, why did Quinn even bother with her? Rachel would prefer if the other girl would simply just be honest with her, it would hurt much less than having her being hot and cold all the time. It had been four years, why couldn’t they leave everything behind?

Reluctantly, Rachel mimicked Quinn’s actions and got up too. She shrugged one shoulder, forcing a small smile on her face. Quinn was living in New York now and she had a boyfriend? How many other things did she not know? Well, she guessed it was none of her business anyway. “No, I understand,” she said, looking at the piece of paper where Quinn wrote her number that she placed over the coffee table. “It shouldn’t take too long for your coat to be completely dry, but if you really do need to leave I’ll make sure to take care of it until you can come and pick it up. You know where I live now, and this is apartment 1B, just so you know.” Stalling, Rachel decided that she wasn’t going to keep Quinn’s number or save it onto her phone so she could obsess over it. Even if they were both living in the city, there was no reason for the two of them to talk. If it wasn’t because they bumped into each other, Quinn wouldn’t have taken the time to look for her to catch up. Why would she? She was the one to cut off all communication between them. Closing her eyes for a few moments, Rachel let out a sigh and nodded. “It was nice seeing you, Quinn.” Rachel wanted to add something like ‘Please don’t disappear again’, but that wasn’t her anymore, she wasn’t going to beg Quinn to be her friend. If the blonde didn’t want to be in her life anymore, then fine, Rachel didn’t need her either. At least if she kept repeating that to herself maybe she would stop missing her and thinking about her so often.

Slowly opening the door and leaning in the door frame, Rachel gave the blonde a last look and smiled involuntarily; she looked as beautiful as ever. “Promise you’ll take a cab on your way home, I don’t want you to get sick.” And just like that, Quinn was gone. Rachel couldn’t say it was a good day (at least the first half of it) but it wasn’t bad either. She couldn’t help but feel weird for some reason, and it was really bittersweet. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, at least things couldn’t get worse if she stayed in bed all day, right?

So, We Meet Again → Faberry

Fri, 28 Dec 2012 14:00:26 -0500

TAGGING: Quinn Fabray & Rachel Berry
LOCATION: New York streets/Rachel’s apartment
TIME FRAME: Saturday morning/afternoon, December 29th 2012
GENERAL NOTES: Quinn and Rachel meet again after a few years in the most cliche way.

QUINN FABRAY:

Quinn was almost relieved that things felt naturally between her and Rachel but because of that fact, it kept her from being truly relieved. It was honestly bizarre and quite confusing but she was attempting to just roll with it. It was something that she didn’t want to question because this was a whole lot better than the awkwardness that happened earlier. A big part of her had been tempted to just run away in the opposite direction when she realized it was Rachel that had bumped in her but that probably would’ve looked completely ridiculous. She was an adult now, she needed to learn to stop running away from things even though it was the Fabray way. It was a hard habit to break and one that she wasn’t quite sure if it was ever possible to break.

Hazel eyes rolled when Rachel asked when her birthday was so she could buy her a coffee maker. She knew it had been a rhetorical question because the diva most definitely knew and remembered her birthday. Her pushing Rachel away had not stopped the girl from sending her a present on her 22nd birthday. Honestly, she had been shocked when she had saw who the package was from… later on that night, she had cried but that was something she wanted to forget that had happened. It had been a moment of regret and weakness that she just wanted to move on from. “Not every day… okay, that’s a lie. I plan to get a coffee maker soon since I don’t think I can wait until my 23rd birthday for you to get me one.” She huffed out a chuckle as she ran her hand through her wind blown hair, figuring it probably starting to look wild since it was still cut short and it was hard to keep tamed. “Thank you. It was an opportunity that I just couldn’t let slip by, you know? I’ll set some tickets aside for you, promise.”

Quinn eyed the apartment in front of them before snapping her eyes back towards Rachel and nearly froze when brown eyes finally locked with her hazel ones. “It was an accident.” She gave a light shrug as she took Rachel’s cup into her hand and held it for her while she let them into the building. Moments later, Quinn followed Rachel into the girl’s apartment and took everything in. It felt quite homey and that was something Quinn wanted for her own apartment. She really needed to unpack the rest of her things and do some decorating. “It’s fine, Rachel. I’m just glad you’re so tiny or I would’ve fallen on my ass and it would’ve been a whole ‘nother story.” She set their coffee down on a near by coffee table before reaching into her coat’s pocket to remove her keys and cell phone, which thankfully did not get ruined by the spilled coffee. She quickly shed her coffee-soaked coat and handed it over to Rachel. “Sounds like you’ve been incredibly busy. But you’re Rachel Berry. Remember that. You’ll achieve your dream soon enough.” Quinn gave an encouraging smile before stepping over to the couch and sitting down on it. “Your new apartment is great, by the way.”

RACHEL BERRY:

Her old apartment/studio was perfectly fine. Sure, she shared it with Kurt and didn’t have enough privacy, but it was fine. Tiny and cute, just like her. “Thank you, I definitely like it better here now that Kurt is nowhere to be seen.” Rachel joked —obviously— and rolled her eyes before disappearing into the kitchen to try and save both of their coats. She set them over the counter as she searched for everything she would need, and poured herself a glass of water while she was at it; coffee made her really thirsty sometimes. Since it was the first time Rachel actually was doing laundry (like, actual laundry and by herself) she didn’t know how long it was going to take, and even if Quinn was still in the living room, they could still talk, right?

“How long did you say you were living here?” Rachel shouted, just to get Quinn’s attention because the shouting wasn’t really necessary. As she kept trying to wash their coats without making a mess, Rachel started making a mental note of pro and cons about having Quinn living so close to her. But well, after two minutes she gave up because the only con she had was “You’ll have to buy her a coffee maker”, and that wasn’t necessarily a con. Of course, they still had to talk about how things ‘ended’ between them, but Rachel could use a friend in the City, someone outside her work and other than Kurt. Not that she didn’t appreciate them, because she really did, but she needed a change, something refreshing, and while she’s known Quinn for almost nine years, this…little reunion they had felt like a beginning of something, like starting fresh with that friendship. It could work — if Quinn was still willing to give her a chance, of course.

Of course, for the second time that day, Rachel got really distracted and forgot about the coats. Quinn’s looked perfect, however hers…well. How she managed to ruin it was beyond her, but it was old anyway, she didn’t need it. It was the perfect excuse to go shopping whenever she’d have a little free time. Maybe Quinn would like to accompany her… Although if they were both busy with their plays that seemed almost impossible. Once she was finally done, she washed her hands and returned to the living room, joining Quinn on the couch but sitting opposite to her. “Sorry it took me so long,” she said, running her fingers through her hair and letting out a soft sigh. “I, um, got a little distracted again apparently. I honestly don’t know what’s wrong with me, it’s just not my day…,” Rachel shrugged her shoulder lightly and made herself a little more comfortable, sitting cross legged. “I was thinking maybe we could grab some lunch later if you want? You know, catch up and everything. I do want to hear about that Theatre company…” There was a good possibility that Quinn would say no, so Rachel bit her lip nervously, waiting for her…friend’s answer.

So, We Meet Again → Faberry

Fri, 28 Dec 2012 11:50:29 -0500

TAGGING: Quinn Fabray & Rachel Berry
LOCATION: New York streets/Rachel’s apartment
TIME FRAME: Saturday morning/afternoon, December 29th 2012
GENERAL NOTES: Quinn and Rachel meet again after a few years in the most cliche way.

QUINN FABRAY:

Quinn was mighty glad to have her newly replaced coffee in her hands. It kind of kept her occupied with cradling it between her two hands and taking careful sips from it from time to time. It gave her something else to focus on, at least momentarily, and not just solely on the girl besides her. It was hard not to focus that Rachel Berry was walking right besides her, taking her back to her apartment that is apparently six or seven blocks away from where they were now. Figures she would move into her new apartment and find out that Rachel would live about twelve blocks away from her. She honestly didn’t know how to feel about that, knowing that the girl she had shut out of her life a few years ago was now only blocks away from her, instead of miles like before. It was just all… bizarre.

Her eyes darted around, taking in the area they were in. “You would think so, yes. But if you’ve been busy, then that’s understandable. Congratulation on moving into a bigger apartment, must be a nice change to your previous apartment.” A part of her was glad that despite how long since she had interacted with Rachel, she could still easily tease the girl. It was familiar and sorta comforting in the middle of the awkwardness of them being in each other’s presence again. “Anyways, you’re not alone. I’m not at all familiar with this part of the city either. I only know about Starbucks since it’s pretty much part of my morning routine. Mostly because I don’t own a coffee maker yet and well, Starbucks has really good coffee.” She said with a slight smile before taking a long sip of her coffee and licked her lips when she was done. Definitely some good coffee.

Quinn was honestly surprised that it took Rachel this long to ask her why she was here in the city. She had been waiting to be asked that question the moment after Rachel had realized just who she had bumped into but to her surprise, that did not happen. But here they were now, Rachel waiting to hear her answer to the question, knowing the girl was most likely extremely curious as to why Quinn Fabray in New York City. She briefly entertained the thought of lying to Rachel but instantly decided against it. It would be pointless to lie. If she did, she would most likely just get caught since it was very possible that the two girls would just bump into each other again since they live only twelve blocks or so away from each other, something that Rachel does not know yet but will soon. Just as she was about to answer, she stiffened for a moment when the brunette nearly brought up the moment they had last seen each other but thankfully the diva had caught herself before she could say those words.

After clearing her throat and keeping her head forward as they continued walking towards Rachel’s apartment, she choose to ignore the last bit as she began answering why she was here. “Around the time I was graduating from Yale, I was offered a job to work at this theater company here in New York City. Which is why I am now here. I had accepted it and just recently moved into an apartment that’s actually really close by here.” She chanced a quick glance at Rachel, something she had been trying to resist since they left Starbucks. Despite the ruined coat, Rachel Berry was still her tiny and adorable self, though her features have definitely matured some. Looking back to how she used to treat the girl in high school, calling her all those horrible nicknames. She could really bitch slap her younger self. Rachel was… beautiful. And her hair seemed longer since the last time she had seen her. Realizing that she was no longer taking a quick glance, she quickly focused ahead of her again. “I guess I’ve been doing great. Just been extremely busy these past months and now trying to adjust to living in a new place, a place that I can finally call my own. This weekend is also the first weekend in a long time that I can fully enjoy. Must say though, I definitely did not predict that this would be the way my weekend would start.” Her plans for an uncomplicated and relaxing weekend was already not going as planned but she was not about to allow this to ruin any of her weekend. “How about you? How’s life going for Rachel Berry?”

RACHEL BERRY:

If after being around Quinn for about thirty minutes Rachel hadn’t still gotten used to it, then she was probably not going to do it any time soon. Anyone that knew her in person just knew that Rachel liked to be prepared for almost everything and would always try and adapt quickly to whatever situation would present to her; she really loved to perform after all, so the acting part almost came natural for her in every day situations. But now…now she was at a loss of words and even actions. The air between them wasn’t awkward like those first five minutes they were basically standing in a corner, actually realizing that they bumped into each other; it was actually really comfortable and even natural. It’s why it threw Rachel off. They hadn’t seen each other in forever, yet they could still act like nothing happened, like they still were Quinn and Rachel, the girls who would spend hours talking on the phone and would stay up really late almost every night so they could talk. Rachel had questions, questions that needed an answer, and questions that she needed to ask so she could put that puzzle together. But she figured it wasn’t the right time to ask any of them. She could wait, right?

“Quinn Fabray! You’re telling me that you actually buy coffee every day? When’s your birthday? I’m definitely buying you a coffee maker.” She stated, letting out a soft laugh. Of course it was a rhetorical question, she knew when Quinn’s birthday was, how could she forget? As they continued walking, Rachel kept drinking her coffee, trying to ignore the shivers running down her spine whenever the cool breeze would hit her. She listened carefully to everything Quinn had to say and had to bit down her lip probably for the second, maybe third time that day not to simply embrace the blonde in a hug, because a Theatre Company? That was definitely amazing. Instead, she just simply looked up at her out of the corner of her eyes and offered a smile. “Really? Quinn that’s amazing, congratulations. Whenever you’re performing I expect you to get me front row tickets.” she joked, looking away from Quinn’s gaze because honestly, she felt a little exposed. Those hazel eyes could dig a hole in her head, but not in that moment though. Right there, Rachel felt as if Quinn was observing her, investigating or trying to figure her out. Of course, probably it was all in her head and Quinn was simply being politely, looking at her as she spoke, unlike Rachel who was looking at everywhere but Quinn.

“I’m sorry I ruined your coat,” she started apologizing again, finally looking up at her. “I promise I’ll clean it once we’re upstairs,” Rachel said, stopping right in front of the building and pointing out at the door, before fumbling to try and find the keys on her purse. She quickly handed her the almost empty coffee at Quinn with a simple “Hold this for a sec.” until she managed to open the door. “I’m sorry I kind of ruined your day too. You know I’m not usually too distracted, it’s just…I woke up in a good mood.” she explained lamely, holding the door opened for Quinn as they got in. There was really no need to take the elevator since her apartment was on the first floor —and Rachel found out soon enough that it came in handy, just in case, maybe, she was running late and couldn’t be bothered waiting for the elevator. Once in the safety of her apartment, Rachel let out a soft sigh and took off her coat immediately, motioning for Quinn to take a seat in the couch. “Hand me your coat please, I’m gonna wash it before it gets ruined. And oh, I’ve been doing great! I’ve been very busy lately. I’m currently in two plays right now, so if it’s not dance rehearsals for one, is script reading for the other one, and so on. It’s nothing really big though, I’m in a theater company too, and I know it’s good, but…you know what I’ve been dreaming of since I was like four” She said with a smile and a little shrug. While Rachel could be very confident sometimes, lately it seemed like her star was shining less and less, but she was trying her hardest to be optimistic.

So, We Meet Again → Faberry

Thu, 27 Dec 2012 22:10:42 -0500

TAGGING: Quinn Fabray & Rachel Berry
LOCATION: New York streets/Rachel’s apartment
TIME FRAME: Saturday morning/afternoon, December 29th 2012
GENERAL NOTES: Quinn and Rachel meet again after a few years in the most cliche way.

QUINN FABRAY:

This couldn’t be happening. It simply could not be. Whoever crashed into her sent her into an alternate universe or knocked her unconscious to have this definitely not reality dream. Yes, that had to be it because there was no way that out of everyone to bump into her (and completely ruin her coat) in New York City would be Rachel Berry. The girl she had basically shut out of her life after panicking when she realized she (maybe) had feelings for her. Yeah, that was something she wished never happened but sadly it did. Now was not the time to think about that since she was slowly starting to realize that this was truly reality and Rachel Berry was really standing in front of her.

Hearing Rachel say her name so calmly had made her stare even more in shock at the smaller girl. In this situation, she would’ve expected Rachel to shout her name in shock or anger or perhaps even slap her after she had cut off just about all contact between them so suddenly after they had formed a great friendship between them since Senior year at McKinley High. They were good friends for nearly four years—well, mostly just Senior Year—and then Quinn just ended it all. If she was in Rachel’s shoes, she would’ve had some choice words but then again, it was Rachel. That’s one of the things that made them different from each other.

Her eyebrow slowly arched up as she listened to Rachel apologize to her and ramble about her search for Starbucks mere moments ago. At hearing the nervous laugh at the end of it from Rachel, she went to speak up finally since saying the girl’s name, “That you did. Rachel —” but Rachel just kept rambling, not even realizing she was trying to get a word in. My, how things have not changed. She pursed her lips in slight annoyance, mainly because she still found it annoyingly adorable when Rachel babbled like she was on speed. She never understood how the girl never went out of breath from the nonstop words that tumbled out of her mouth. In an odd way, it kinda of impressed her but it did tend to grate on her nerves. At least it did back in high school. After that, she had slowly gotten used to it and found the much needed patience to let Rachel say all she had to say without snapping at her or tuning her out.

She was almost startled when Rachel suddenly blurted out about getting her another coffee and of course, went off on another spiel. “Rach — Rachel…” She rolled her eyes and glanced down at both of their coffee soaked coats. Great. She had really loved the pea coat she had on. Hopefully the cleaners would be able to get any the stains out. A grimace appeared on her face as she tugged at the front of her coat before sighing and focusing on a still talking Rachel. She briefly considered the thought of clamping her hand over the girl’s mouth so she could get a word in before deciding against it. That would be rather rude of her and really, it was kinda nice to hear Rachel’s voice after so long.

She wasn’t completely sure about going back to Rachel’s place to change out of her coat but a new coffee sounded good. Rachel definitely owed her one after causing her to spill her previous one all over the both of them. However, it would be silly of her to decline Rachel’s offer. It would be silly if she waited any longer to get her ruined coat off her and get it cleaned. Her apartment was only six blocks away or so but here was Rachel Berry offering to take her back to her place instead and buy her another coffee. She really couldn’t find it in her to say no to that, not after not seeing Rachel in nearly five years. Now if only Rachel would shut her mouth for a few moments…

“Are you done, Berry?” Quinn finally asked with a small smirk once the girl quieted down after giving a small shrug. At seeing a small sheepish nod from the smaller girl, she quietly sighed in relief before speaking, now that she had the chance to. “You don’t have to insist, Rachel, because I accept your offer. I was enjoying my coffee before you crashed into me, so, it’d be nice to have another one that I can fully enjoy this time and not have it all over my coat.” Her hazel eyes had narrowed but a small smile on her lips showed that she was mostly teasing and wasn’t terribly upset about her drenched coat, though, if it had been someone else, she probably would’ve ripped them a new one (HBIC style), and demanded them to buy her a new coffee and a new coat. “Let’s go get our coffee. Is your place nearby?” She had questioned when she spun around and began walking back with Rachel around the corner she had came from to Starbucks.

Before Quinn knew it, she found herself back in Starbucks with Rachel and in line so Rachel could replace her coffee. She was forcing herself to act casual and nonplussed that Rachel was right next to her and talking to her again. But she wasn’t so sure if she was fooling Rachel, because the girl always been pretty good at reading her - which she hated. Rachel made her feel vulnerable and it was a feeling she was not really used to. She had gotten pregnant, kicked out and ignored by anyone else that had noticed her being vulnerable or opened without her walls in placed. She slightly shook her head free of those memories and quickly ordered another Caramel Macchiato when they got to the front. Once Rachel had made her own order and paid for them both, she grabbed her coffee and led Rachel back out of the building. “Thank you for the coffee. Feel free to lead the way back to your place. Sooner the better to get our coats off and cleaned. I really can’t stand wearing this much longer.” She cringed slightly, hating how it felt heavy, sticky and smelled like coffee.

RACHEL BERRY:

Had Rachel knew her day would suddenly turn into a sort of college reunion with one of her (best?) friends who she had completely lost contact, she would have prepared herself a little bit. How? Well, that wasn’t important in that moment. But Rachel was certainly not expecting this, not expecting Quinn. Surprise didn’t even begin to explain it, but for once, she wasn’t letting it show. Her inner actress and drama-lover was being really quiet in that moment, it was the only way she was managing to stay so calm, so composed. Because really, what was she supposed to do or say? The last time she saw the blonde was at a party Noah threw after graduation and they even had a moment, they talked about the future and keeping in touch…they even cuddled! And then Quinn completely shut her off for no reason at all. And while Rachel knew the normal reaction to that should be ‘anger’ or something among those lines, all she was left with was sadness. It seemed that their destiny, that friendship’s destiny was always the same. Hating each other, become acquaintances, going back to forget about the other’s existence, become sort of friends, then Quinn pushing her away…it was a cycle. One that Rachel hated, but had quickly gotten used to it.

It was probably the only reason why she seemed so calmed in that moment. That, and the fact that she already had a coffee in her hand. She was having the opposite reaction to it, she wasn’t feeling energetic, bubbly, happy…she was simply calm. Like a smoker after taking a drag of their cigarette after a long day. Except now the day was just beginning, and it didn’t exactly seem like it was going to be a short one. So much for getting back home and watch some movies. Although…she could still do that. She could ask Quinn if she wanted to…maybe order some food, catch up and watch a movie? Yes, it sounded good. Good, normal, weird. It actually sounded a little out of place, like she forgot what it felt like to being around Quinn.

However, those thoughts were quickly out of her head the moment the blonde sort of hurried her, like she wanted to be over with it soon. They hadn’t even reached her apartment, they had just left the Starbucks and Quinn already wanted to leave. Rudeness! The blonde didn’t make it sound like she was upset about her coat being ruined, but more like she was upset by the tiny brunette’s presence already. But they still needed to head to her apartment, and Rachel didn’t want to make things awkward, not more than they already were, plus she needed to be a good hostess once they get to her apartment. So she instantly plastered the Rachel Berry smile on her face and nodded lightly. “Sure, my place is only like six, maybe seven blocks away. I actually don’t come around here a lot so I’m a bit lost,” she said as they started to walk back, and Rachel almost had to hit lightly her own free arm because she almost reached for Quinn’s to link them together as if they were really old friends and that was normal routine for them. Why did she have to be so friendly sometimes? “You would think that after living here for a while I’d be used to it, huh?” she said, rubbing the back of her neck, squinting in the little sunlight as she tried to take in all of Quinn. She looked good — despite the coat, of course. “I actually recently moved to a bigger apartment. And by recently I meant a few months ago. But I still haven’t got the time to properly explore this part of the city. You know, I’m a tad busy.” She said with a little shrug of her shoulder, taking in another sip of her coffee, feeling the hot liquid burn her throat. “What are you doing here? I mean, not here right now, but in the City…are you visiting or are you living here? I haven’t seen you since…,” Way to go, Rachel. “…in a while. How are you doing, Quinn?”

It felt strange for Rachel not having control of the situation, not finding the appropriate words to say. It was definitely a new thing for her, a new feeling. The not knowing. But she was still confused, she needed to know where they stood in that moment, and while it wouldn’t be the greatest thing to ask in that moment, she was definitely going to bring it up later — even if it would completely ruin another chance at a friendship with Quinn. It was something that she needed to know, so she could figure out what was she feeling in that moment. Because she was happy to see the blonde again, but she also felt confused…and weird. There were definitely a lot of things unsaid between them, and she was back to square one, feeling confused.

But she chose not to think about it in that moment. Once Quinn was gone, she would have time to think about their current situation, her current situation.

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So, We Meet Again → Faberry

Thu, 27 Dec 2012 20:17:34 -0500

TAGGING: Quinn Fabray & Rachel Berry
LOCATION: New York streets/Rachel’s apartment
TIME FRAME: Saturday morning/afternoon, December 29th 2012
GENERAL NOTES: Quinn and Rachel meet again after a few years in the most cliche way.

QUINN FABRAY:

Quinn Fabray couldn’t be more thankful that it was the weekend. A weekend that she could finally relax and enjoy. For the last couple of months, it’s been nothing but extremely busy for her — between taking part in her last play in college, working, taking her finals, graduating from Yale at the top of her class, moving to New York City after accepting a job opportunity to work at a theater company and all the while trying to maintain a relationship with her boyfriend of nearly four months. Clearly, she has not had a chance to simply relax for a few days. Not to mention Holidays. So, the fact that she could finally do just that and have some time to herself for the weekend was a total blessing.

She had woken up bright and early, and carefully navigated through stacked boxes that were scattered around her apartment that still needed to be unpacked to reach her small kitchen to cook herself a nice breakfast with lots of bacon, of course. After she had finished her breakfast, she showered and got dressed before leaving her apartment building. It wasn’t that chilly out considering it was December, but it made her buttoned the top two buttons of her pea coat to fend off the coldness. However, the sun was shining and the fresh air made Quinn feel completely elated as she walked down a few blocks from her apartment to a nearby Starbucks. Sadly, she did not own a coffee maker and had made a mental note to buy herself one soon.

Once Quinn had reached Starbucks, she ordered and paid for a Caramel Macchiato espresso before strolling out of the building. Her plans for the day was to simply explore the area, relax and maybe call up Ryan, her ‘boyfriend’, to see if he was free to come visit tomorrow. Perhaps later on when she had returned home, she could finally unpack the rest of her things and make her apartment look and also feel more homey. After all, it was officially her first place that was just hers. It needed to feel like home to her, but it just wasn’t feeling like that yet since it was so cramped due to having unpacked boxes all over the place. Quinn would work on that this weekend, she decided.

This weekend was going to be great and uncomplicated which was exactly what she needed. She happily hummed and carefully sipped from her espresso as she turned around a corner before the air got knocked out of her lungs when her body crashed into someone else. Her espresso was momentarily squashed between their bodies which caused it to spill all over her front. “Son of a — ! Are you kidding me now?” She gasped out, absolutely upset that someone stupidly walked into her. Whomever it was, was lucky that they didn’t knock her onto the ground by how fast they were walking. Hazel eyes with clear annoyance swirling in them snapped up from her ruined and soaked coat to the person that made the mistake to walk into her. However, her eyes widened in surprise when recognizing the woman in front of her. “R-Rachel?” Well, fuck. There goes her uncomplicated weekend.

RACHEL BERRY:

Although the day hadn’t really started on a good note, it was slowly starting to look up. Forgetting to set up her alarm the previous night was her first mistake, but who could blame her? She was practically getting a full weekend all to herself, so of course she was really excited. Besides, it shouldn’t even be a problem that she slept in, she only had a few errands to run that day and none of them were really urgent. Really, sleeping in should actually be a must on weekends, at least for one Rachel Berry.

But since she missed her breakfast time —and she just couldn’t allow herself to mess up with her meals schedule, yes, she even had an schedule for that— she decided to just get changed, do everything she had to do that weekend and grab some coffee on her way. That way it would even save her time and if she finished everything before noon, she would get the whole afternoon to herself, to just sit back and relax, maybe catch up on her shows or watch a movie.

After a very refreshing shower, a towel still loosely wrapped around herself, Rachel made her way out of the bathroom to the tiny living room of her apartment and placed her iPod on the dock, quickly turning it on and letting the music fill the room as she danced her way to her bedroom to find appropriate clothes for the day. This time she had been extra careful to look exactly whereshe was going, because it wouldn’t be the first time that she would get distracted and trip over something while dancing around her place — but hey, it wasn’t really her fault that music would put her in an extremely good mood!

Twenty minutes later, papers on her hands, and a small bruise on her elbow, Rachel was ready to leave her apartment and have a splendorous day. Even if someone would ask her how she got that bruise, she would gladly tell them that yes, in fact Rachel Berry is quite clumsy; and she wouldn’t care because there was probably nothing that could ruin her mood that day. She just simply loved those random outbursts of happiness and she’s never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. But as good as that day was going, Rachel somehow had a feeling that it wasn’t just a normal day. Maybe it was because she still thinks she has a sixth sense —and who knows? Maybe she really has one— but there was a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach that was simply telling her that it was meant to be different. It wasn’t something bad, but neither was something good, it was just…different.

But by the time she got to the copy place, everything was long forgotten. She was now just focused on making the right request, to order the right amount of copies of her script, and ask for ten and only ten prints of one of her new shots that she would be using for her resume. One of the few (if not the only) cons of being in an extremely good mood, was that she was constantly distracted — hence the tiny bruise. But after she got the copies of her script and her head shots, Rachel smiled happily at the boy and exited the store with only one thought in mind: coffee. The bright green sign she saw on her way indicated her that there was a Starbucks nearby, so Rachel started to make her way back, already wanting to be in the safety of her apartment relaxing herself and doing absolutely nothing.

There was a script she needed to deliver to one of her cast mates, but he lived on the other side of the city, and there was no way Rachel would take the subway risking getting lost just to hand him the script. That could definitely wait until Monday, though if she had to be honest she didn’t know what was worse,that or actually wait to do it on a week day when everyone’s rushing and the entire city is practically busy. But oh well, it was her free weekend — free of worries, so that would have to wait, yes, definitely.

Growing a little impatient, Rachel hurried a little bit because how far could that Starbucks be? Everything was two steps away in NYC and she was positive that she saw one on her way, she wasn’t hallucinating! But just in case she turned around, not even bothering to stop, because she was distracted after all and there was a good possibility that she missed the green sign. And just in that moment, not two seconds after there was coffee all over her and…that voice. Even after so long she could still clearly recognize it. And it sounded like the first version of Quinn she met, the head bitch in charge, the popular cheerleader that could rule the school only with an icy glare. Her former nemesis at the time, her… “Quinn.”

Quinn Fabray. Who would have thought that of all people in New York City she would bump into her? Certainly not her, or Quinn, if the surprised look on her face was saying something. Rachel’s voice sounded calm, all the energy she had instantly vanished the second chocolate eyes met with hazel ones. Should she be excited to see her again? Sure, she had missed her, of course she did. It was the reason why she kept sending gifts to her, it was mostly a reminder to herself, a reminder that they were friends once, and even if they weren’t exactly on good terms, Quinn was there. Quinn received everything she sent, she acknowledged it, otherwise she would have returned every single present and card, change her number or something for that matter — though Quinn wasn’t nearly as dramatic as she was.

Quickly snapping out of her daze, Rachel shook her head slightly. Yes, she was shocked, but not because of that she was going to completely ignore her manners. She noticed that not only Quinn’s coat was ruined but so was hers, and ugh it was sticky already. And thank god her scripts were safe! “Oh goodness, I’m so sorry. It was completely my fault. I got distracted for only two seconds…I was trying to find the Starbucks and I thought I missed but, uh, I guess I know where it is now,” she commented with a nervous laugh — and Rachel Berry is never nervous!

“Let me buy you another coffee,” The brunette blurted out without even thinking about it, it seemed like the polite thing to do after all. “We can go to my place after so I can clean your coat or you could borrow one of mine. It’s going to get ruined if you leave it like that and I won’t be responsible if you catch a cold or anything because you are most definitely not leaving without a coat.”

Did someone suddenly drugged her and she didn’t notice? It was the only logic explanation as to why she couldn’t keep her mouth shut, because that sort of rambling was completely unnecessary. “I mean, if you want to.” she said, shrugging her shoulder and trying to sound nonchalant.

“But if you don’t that’s completely understandable, though I would have to insist anyway that you at least let me replace your coffee. It’s the least I can do since I ruined your coat…” Could someone please just walk over her and tape her mouth shut?