Home New Home || Faberry
The news that we were having twins was still fresh in my mind and I couldn’t help but to catch myself thinking about it many times a day. This past night, I didn’t sleep much. I was probably anxious about the move and leaving my old apartment behind, where I was so happy for so long, but I know that this new time of my life requires changes and there are new great memories to be made there.
I look at Quinn and she is sleeping so deeply, and she had been so busy that I decided to let her sleep longer and went to the kitchen. We had left a couple plates and cups unpacked and a couple pans too. I made us some vegan pancakes with fruit salad and yogurt, Greek., very yummy. My mouth was watering. “You guys, mommy is almost ready to eat, okay? Wait just a little longer.” I tell my belly, not even caring if it sounds silly. I place all on a tray and walked iti the room. It’s 9am and I sit I’m bed, rubbing her back, “good morning babe!” I say, in her ear, before kissing her cheek. “Time to wake up…”
Moving Forward, Moving Out.
It had been about an hour or so since she and Rachel had arrived at the apartment that Quinn was no longer going to be occupying, packing up the things that she would be taking home with her while leaving enough for the space to be functional in case they – or someone else – needed a place to stay away from the insanity. It wasn’t an entirely huge job to do, but the blonde had decided that morning that she actually wanted to sort through her stuff that she had brought back to the city with her and get rid of some of the things she wouldn’t need or didn’t want. It was a process much longer than she could have expected, and about halfway through her far too large collection of clothes she had gotten tired and decided to grab some water and take a small break.
Walking out to the kitchen, she grabbed a glass from one of the cupboards that was now about half-empty and filled it with some water from the fridge, humming when she brought it to her lips and took a long sip of it. Her eyes darted around the room after, spotting Rachel just a few feet away working on something that she couldn’t quite make out, just watching her for a few long moments. There was no longer a longing whenever she looked at her wife, no ache in her chest from knowing that she couldn’t have the other woman because she had hurt her so badly, and it was entirely strange in the best way to simply feel her heart swell with love and happiness when she looked over at the brunette, once more. Setting her glass down on the counter to be retrieved later, the blonde made her way over to the singer and moved to sit behind her, allowing her to wrap her arms around Rachel’s small frame and kiss along her shoulder.
A Surprise Visit || Faberry
Rachel had left home relatively early that morning, needing to be at the theater for a video tour of their dressing rooms for a Broadway website. She and Jon both gave tours of the backstage area, a walk through their daily routines and Rachel took the time to show off the plethora of pictures of Quinn and Santana, her fiances. She was sure that by the end of the interview the audience would have no doubts about her engagement and she liked it that way.
But now, she only had a little bit of time to kill before she needed to be on stage and she really didn’t want to get back out in the cold to head home for just an hour. So, she pulled out her laptop, flipping through netflix before finally settling on one of the cheesiest medical dramas in the world. She’d been casually texting Santana and Quinn all day, enjoying the effortless conversation from her busy girls.
A knock on the door caught her by surprise and the door opened to reveal the gorgeous blonde. She immediately closed her laptop, tossing it to the other cushion on the couch and jumped up from her spot to envelope Quinn in a hug.
Train Rides To Somewhere New
When enough time had passed for Quinn to know Rachel was on her way in the taxi, the blonde got up from her table in the corner of the library and began to make her way through – armed with her cellphone, just in case Rachel needed directions, and the money that she would need to pay for the singer’s cab over to the library. Her eyes darted around her as she walked, wondering just how many books she could read in the time it took her to make her way through her schooling, and ended up smiling at the thought. Just being there made her happy, and though she almost wanted to go party and get to know her new friends better, she knew it was better for her sanity if she just didn’t get into the alcohol. She stopped at the vending machines and ended up buying two questionable looking blueberry muffins for the sake of it and then made her way out to the front steps to watch for Rachel’s taxi, smiling all the while to herself as she tried to contain the odd feeling of excitement over seeing her high school friend.
First report. Day 6.
The house is awfully silent.
I keep thinking this is a nightmare and I’ll wake up and everything will be as always. That Dad will make breakfast and I’ll go to class and Finn will be waiting for me at my locker. That the newly reunited Glee club will we hanging in the choir room and Kurt would wave and Mercedes would beckon to me to sit next to her and Quinn would nod as I walk pass her.
That my NYADA acceptance letter will come into the mail someday soon.
It’s only been 6 days since the outbreak and I can barely handle it. I’ve never had too many friends but I’ve never been this completely and utterly… alone. I tried talking to myself (because singing is obviously out of the question) but even that is not enough- as much as I never thought I’d say this, I don’t want to hear my own voice, I want to hear someone else’s.
My dads’.
The Glee club’s.
I’d even take Sue Sylvester’s.
But that’s not going to happen. I need to accept that that world doesn’t exist anymore. That people, the people I loved…
The night after the outbreak was the last time I talked to my Daddy. I turned on the TV after an afternoon of running my scales when I saw it.
The world ending. Peple running scared on the streets, crying, hysterical. The terror that not even the media could contain.
And the blood.
And them.
I sat frozen for hours, trying to organize my thoughts and make some sense of the unbelievable images on my TV, until Daddy called. He… he was trying to control his voice but he was scared. He told me to stay home, close all the doors and wait for Dad. He made me promise I wouldn’t leave my house. He told me he loved me. And then I heard the sound of glass breaking and a scream. And the line went dead.
I couldn’t even say it back.
That was the last time I heard from him.
Dad never came from work.
I am Rachel Berry and it’s been 6 days since I had contact with anyone, 4 since the TV stopped giving reports.
I don’t have enough food at home to survive for much more. I have heard their moans, their banging, their scratching and it’s only a question of time until they realize I’m here. I’ve seen them through my window, they don’t seem to be very smart, but judging by the development of things, they don’t need to in order to extinguish humanity.
I hope not. Please, let not everyone be dead.
Rachel Berry ★
End of first report.
Second report. Day 7.
I have it all packed already, well the essentials at least. I filled my pink duffel bag with comfy clothes: jeans, sweats, t-shirt, sweatshirts and yes, some of my mini-skirts. They’ve always been a sign of self-expression, I can’t give up on everything that makes me me just because there’s no one around to see.
I also packed a complete first aid kit (thank you, Dad), three watter bottles, the little edible food I could find (damn our habit of having take out), my iPod (who knows? maybe one day I’ll be able to relax and enjoy music again) a flashlight, my laptop and my phone (even though the lines seem to be dead, internet is still working).
Oh and the biggest knife I could find. Am I going to use it? Probably not. I would prefer to not have any kind of close contact with these creatures if I can help it but… I have to addmit the weight of it in my hand makes me feel a little safer.
Now I’m just sitting on my couch, with the bag at my feet and trying to pluck up the courage to go out.
I know my car is parked just in front of the house- I’ve walked those forty steps uncountable times- but why does it feel like the moment I cross the treshold, hell is going to fall on me?
This is Rachel Berry, doing her last report from the house that watched her grow from an adorable, promising, growing star to a talented young woman who’s gift went to waste because an epidemic destroyed all potential fans. A tragedy worthy of becoming a Broadway hit.
Rachel Berry ★
End of second report.
The Delivery || Faberry
It was thrusday night. The slightest wind was blowing while Quinn waited to The Berrys appear on her doorstep. This was the last day she gave them to pay their loan, and the vampire was quite curious to see how they would to return such amount of money. And thrust me, it was pretty big money.
Everybody in Lima knew how Leroy and Hiram liked to lavish what they gained. Nothing was the limit for them, their house was reformed every year, their cars was always shine and new, not to mention the enormous amount of gifts that the couple gave their only daughter, Rachel. Came to be absurd as a child could have so many things in so little time. The tide has turned for two men when Hiram’s design company shares began to depreciate in a very fast speed. It doesn’t take to be a genius to know that the bills soon start to be delayed while the couple still struggling to keep old luxuries that they thought it indispensable. They had to asked Quinn for quite risky a loan as a help to bring back everything the bank took, including Rachel’s thrust fund for college.
When the vampire came to collect, the Berry men begged her for more time to pay off. Quinn gave one more week, just because she thought it was funny see two grow men crawling at his feet for a few more days. Hell, she could gave them a year and those two wouldn’t reunite the amount they owed to her.
Their SUV stopped in the same time Quinn finished her glass of blood. She walked to the door and prepared her ears for more mourning. It was then the vampire saw her. The bigger one, Leroy, was carry her out in bridal style while his husband, the short bald guy, stayed in the car with very puff eyes. The girl in Leroy’s arms was small, with dark hair, beautiful pink lips, a toned body and had a delicious tan skin.
“What the hell is this?” Quinn question when the dark skined man leaves the girl in the threshold. “This is how we’ll pay our debts” He answered tooking a few steps away. “This is our daughter Rachel. We know that by the vampire law one of us have to stay as your slave, so Rachel voluntary herself to take the place”
The vampire could sense that he was lying. Rachel’s skin smelled like drug, also they keep the car’s engine running. Seems that the plan was throw the girl there and run away right after. “Fair enough.” She answered with a smirk. It would be good having a slave. Fresh food, somebody to keep her entertained during the days. “Now go, before I change my mind”. Says Quinn, holding Rachel in her arms. Later she pay a visit to them anyway.
I’m not ready to forgive you
Habían pasado dos meses y quince días desde que había terminado con Quinn, no era que los estuviese contando, no era como si cada día la extrañara tanto que le daban ganas de insistirle una vez más que tenían que volver a intentarlo aunque mentirse tampoco era la solución la mayor parte de las veces. Para su suerte los exámenes habían terminado, su primer año en la institución había acabado y en sus vacaciones, lejos de irse a Francia como quería en un primer momento, decidió ir a Lima, no quería ir a la ciudad del amor sabiendo que todo le recordaría el viaje que no pudo ser con la rubia. Le mandaba algunos mensajes de vez en cuando, tampoco quería ser una carga para ella ya que no sabía si tenía pareja, que estaba haciendo además de terminando también su primer año en la institución y lo mejor era permanecer de esa manera si no quería llevarse de nuevo un golpe con una negativa de parte de su ex pareja. Llevaba varios días en Lima y esa noche había decidido ir a tomar algo, unas cervezas en aquel bar gay que sus padres le habían comentado que habían frecuentado para no perder su tan amada juventud le pareció el lugar indicado, no recordaba que Kurt le contara que mujeres también asistiera a ese lugar pero por lo que se veía a simple vista así era. Al entrar fue directo a la barra, sentándose y sonriéndole a la chica de la barra mientras le indicaba que le pusiera una medida de vodka, necesitaba un poco de paz y eso se la daría, olvidar un rato que ese día sería otro cumple mes con la rubia resultaba una idea demasiado tentadora.
Swan Song | Rachel&Quinn
[El comienzo de su fin de semana en Nueva York no había ido como lo había planeado. Había sido recibida con malas pero, suponía que al final, buenas noticias. Sabía que le costaría tiempo superarlo, pero un bebé ahora podría haber arruinado a Rachel. No como persona, pero sí como actriz. Quinn no tenía tanto talento y ambición como ella, tener un hijo no le haría tanto daño. Claramente, Quinn no iba a mencionar su opinión a su amiga, ahora mismo quería animarla. Para ello, había conseguido unas entradas para Wicked de última hora. Habían sido caras, pero valdría la pena. Además, su cuenta del banco no estaba llena para nada. El dinero de su abuelo le venía útil en ocasiones así.]
Traveling Continents || Faberry
Quinn Fabray was giggling like mad. She just agreed to take on a woman to join her on her trips. This New Yorker was a trip in of itself. Rachel Berry was going to experience something she might actually not like. Laughing slightly at Rachel’s hesitancy at her comment of her safety not being guaranteed on the trips. She was telling the truth though. Lord knows she got into a lot of trouble a lot, especially with the authorities, but her Uncle always paid her way out of the jail along with making sure nothing was on her record.
The blonde grinned as she slung her duffel bag over her shoulder and hooked her thumb in her belt. Wearing her camo jeans and a black vneck shirt, Quinn adjusted her aviator sunglasses and smiled as she glanced around the airport. She was waiting for Rachel to join her at the airport before they got onto their private jet to head out to Central America into the heart of Guatemala. Quinn was excited to travel with someone finally. Of course, she traveled with weapons and hopefully she didn’t scare her off, but she had reasons to bring them.
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Video Games || Faberry
Rachel was frustrated, to say the least. The silly little character on the screen kept running into the wall and she couldn’t, for the life of her, figure out how to turn him around so she wouldn’t keep getting shot at and being killed by the ‘other team’. The brunette was curled in a ball, underneath the throw blanket from the couch, and still in her pajamas as she tried, desperately, to teach herself how to maybe be a little bit alright at whatever game was in Quinn’s playstation at the time.
Santana had left for some more New Years Eve damage control - crazy young kids thinking that getting plastered and making some mistakes wouldn’t damage their career. Her dads wanted to take the little man for a walk through Central Park to admire how it looked in the winter so that left Quinn, still asleep in the bedroom, and Rachel, a little restless and very determined to ‘win’ the game.
She’d finally managed to get herself unstuck from the wall and she clapped excitedly, only to have the character die in the time she had taken to set the controller in her lap.
When The Teacher Visits || Faberry
Quinn was all kinds of stressed. She had a journal entry due that wasn’t even up to the standard that Ms. Berry probably wanted it. For starters, the entry from Thursday was empty because that was the day Quinn got beat by her ass-hole of a father. And she couldn’t move all that much without practically growling through the pain. Truth be told, she had completely bullshitted through those journal entries except for one of them. One of them was actually a poem she wrote. THAT was not bullshitted at all.
When Ms.Berry reminded her that she was coming over, Quinn was in a black tank-top and shorts, her scars and marks for all to see. She decided she didn’t want the teacher asking questions when she came, so Quinn quickly pulled on some jeans and a loose band-tee. There were faint hand prints on her arms but she was hoping Ms.Berry would be more focused on school work than on her.
The pink-haired girl grabbed her pack of cigarettes and walked outside to the front porch. She needed to unwind before the Glee Club coach came, so she lit one, took a long drag, and waited for Ms. Berry.
