Fabranger feelings keeping me up at 2am the day before Tracy and me are to move
damn you otp
ridakulous said:Quinn doesn't know how to feel.
It's not from lack of trying, at least not recently, but she just can't force herself from behind the castle she's trapped herself in. There's a moat she can't cross, walls she can't break down, a drawbridge that has been torn off of rusty hinges.
So she continues on, wading through students and classes and life like she isn't really there. She takes Hermione, against her dresser, half on top of a bookshelf, even during a Quidditch match she would normally watch. She fucks her until her wrist goes numb and almost laughs at the irony of another part of her lost. Another thing without feeling.
And she knows Hermione can tell something is off. She knows that she's worried, or at least intrigued. She hasn't said anything, though. Quinn almost wishes she would.
The words of her best friend swirls around her head. The thoughts and voices are so rough, fragmented really, that she can't make top or bottom of anything. So she walks, answers and motions through everything until she can't anymore.
They arrive in what looks like a flying school bus. The design is much larger than in the muggle world, and Quinn wonders why they even bothered trying to blend in. Quinn's hazel eyes see it, and see right through it, back to Williamson, back to her own life where laughing and talking and feeling didn't rip into her gut and make her chest hurt. Back when nothing else really mattered. Back when she was just Quinn. Back when she was in love.
Students pile out, two by two in the large, swinging doors of the bus, and Quinn freezes in place at the sight of linked pinkies. She sees her two best friends. She sees the all of the opposites: Santana is dark where Brittany is light, Santana is fierce where Brittany is bubbly, Santana is staring straight into her soul where Brittany is bouncing forward for a hug.
There is an awkward silence in the dining hall, as curious Slytherins take in the scene of “Ice Bitch Fabray” being enveloped into a tender hug and other students mill around, anxious to meet the new students.
“Q!” A voice squeals in her ear, “I missed you so, so much. Even more than I missed Lord Tubbington that time San hid him because he ate all of the cheese.”
And like that the walls start to creak and give. The drawbridge rights itself and the castle sways against the force of the storm. Quinn Fabray is freed and has absolutely no idea what to do with herself.
“B,” she chokes out against the electric blue robes of her friend, fisting the familiar fabric and pulling Brittany even closer. Inside the warmth of Brittany's arms, she feels safe for the first time in months.
“Fabray,” a voice calls out over her shoulder, and Quinn turns slightly to acknowledge Santana's presence. The shorter girl nods at her, slightly, before placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“We missed you so much Q! A lot of people from W were talking about seeing you but I think San missed you the most.”
“But San,” Brittany looked over Quinn's head to pout at her girlfriend, “You were totally mean to the fourth years who were whispering about Quinn and tried to pick on Rach. You even tied that girl to the big loopy thing on the Qudditch court.”
Santana's harsh gaze wavered before she let her head loll in defeat.
“Pitch. The Qudditch pitch, B.”
“But it isn't baseball. Don't muggles play baseball?”
Quinn smiled and pulled Santana into the hug, clutching both of the girls in front of her tightly.
“This doesn't mean I'm getting soft or anything, Fabray.”
“It's good to see you too, S.”
A throat was cleared behind the trio and Quinn looked up to see Hermione frowning slightly down at her. The Gryffindor had on her obnoxiously bright scarf and she sized up her best friends immediately.
“Quinn, are our study plans still on for this evening?” Her voice was even and neutral, and Quinn had no idea what to think of it.
“I might be busy, catching up with old friends,” she knew her tone should have been more apologetic, but Quinn couldn't bring herself to care.
She had gotten her family back, the only two people she could trust with her life. If Hermione wanted to fuck later, she mused to herself, well she could possibly schedule some alone time-
And then Rachel Berry strutted off the bus, and all coherent thought left Quinn's head.
Please, never ever leave my ask box, okay? OKAY.