Title: First Date (1/?)
Summary: AU. Quinn needs someone for a charity event and there's nothing more charitable than spending time with Rachel Berry. Pre-Show.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All rights for the characters and the world go to their owners (like Ryan Murphy and FOX). I, in no way, believe – or would lead others to believe – that I own Glee. I am merely a fan of the television show who has ideas for things that RIB could do/could've done.
Author's Note: This is an Alternate Universe Faberry fanfic that takes place prior to the show beginning. Please review if you read.
(1/?) FIRST DATE
Lockers slam shut in a staccato of crashes and clangs. As the door to the sunny outside world opens, sunlight basks the prominent, dominant female sauntering amidst the sullen, teenage zombies. Even from five feet away, I can't bear to turn away from her.
It's sad really. She's Quinn Fabray, and I don't have a chance in hell of ever having her. But, just like Cady Heron, horrible circumstances will not stop me from imagining that glorious moment when she will strut down the hallway, walk right by Finn Hudson, and say-
"Go out to dinner with me, Berry."
How great would that be? That'd be something to tell my dads. Not just because she's the most popular girl in school, but just the fact that it is a date at all, with someone who actually could possibly be interested in me romantically. That just doesn't happen often for one Rachel Berry.
I glance up from my locker, and she just seems so close to me. Loose strands of blonde hair reach towards me despite the deterring frown on her face. The wind doesn't move them away though. In fact, nothing about her is moving. Except for the painted pink nails that drum lightly against her barely covered thigh. She's so predictably cute when she's impatient. Oh, I should probably move out of her way.
I step a bit farther into my locker, but she makes no move to go around me. Actually, she watches me from her hooded eyes that are tainted with disbelief.
What did I do? Is glee club causing too many problems for the Cheerios again? We only have three members. Well, I could try not to practice in the locker rooms in the morning. Though, then I would hardly ever get in enough singing time to secure my vocal range is exceptionally broad and flawless by the time I start auditioning for colleges.I 'll just have to handle her frustration. Besides, it has her looking at me; that's worth a slushie or two.
Quinn continues to shower her leg with the dance of anxiety. She huffs dramatically and fixes me with an even stronger stare. She demands, "Can you just answer already? I'm sure you don't have any other offers."
I rack my mind for any comment I could have possibly missed. The only question I can recall though is - oh. Whoa, wait, did she actually - oh gosh. Quinn Fabray just asked me out. Quinn Fabray just asked me out. I would empty my bladder in excitement, but the short skirt I'm wearing would make it pretty obvious to everyone around me what's happening. I settle for just hearing it again, consciously this time.
"I-I'm sorry, Quinn, could you repeat that?" I ask.
Her eyes roll to the ceiling as if asking God if she truly has to repeat herself. She steps in to me and says, quieter this time, "Go to dinner with me." She looks away instantly. Far off on the other side of the hall are the rest of the Cheerios. None of them have noticed her talking to me yet. She calms at that. She adds, "Every Cheerio needs to take someone less fortunate to Breadstix for the fundraiser tonight. Sue just told me Finn doesn't count, so I'm going for my second choice."
I barely even take the time to let her addition register.
"I'm your second choice?" I check. It's me? Not Noah. Not some AV squad kid. Me. Rachel Barbra Berry. Oh my.
She awkwardly returns to watching her friends again. Obviously, that was the wrong thing for me to say. I clear my throat and say, "I resent being anything but the best. However, since you are in desperate need, I will accompany you to dinner tonight."
It takes every ounce of my strength not to beam at the end. I try to mirror the almost painful vague look on Quinn's face. I still wind up grinning a bit. She, on the other hand, doesn't show any sign of having heard me. It sinks into my gut that maybe this whole thing is a joke. Someone must have found out about my stupid little school girl crush and convinced her to use it to take away the small semblance of dignity that I hold onto with the grip of life on a daily basis. Well played, asshole.
"This isn't a date, Berry," she informs me, "I'm not picking you up. You're not picking me up either. But, you're paying, and we will be ordering from the expensive menu."
I nod. I ask, "Any other demands?"
She looks me up and down before saying, "Wear something hot. I want the guys to lose it on themselves when we walk in." She turns without another word, leaving me standing there like an idiot. Not that it matters what I look like now. For the first time in my educational career, I consider skipping class. Do I even own anything that could be considered, by Quinn Fabray standards, 'hot'?
I whip out my cell phone and go to my first speed dial. Daddy answers in an instant. I scrounge up my best fake sob and relinquish it into the receiver.
"Oh, honey," Daddy greets, concern dripping from him.
"I've just had the wildest experience, Daddy. Can I please come home?"
I can imagine he nods into the phone before saying the magic words I hear so often:
"Of course, Rachel. Anything for you."
Now, if only I can get Quinn to say them. There's time for that still. But first, I have to make a few stops.
End of Part One. Please leave your thoughts about it below then head on off to the rest!