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dragonfirerogue-writes · 23 days

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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."

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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.

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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.

#a dragon tries to write #asks #quinn fabray x reader #glee imagine #quinn fabray imagine #quinn fabray

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 6 months

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Hey! I'm looking for some good canon compliant married!klaine fics, and was hoping you had some recs!

Here are some. I've read the first one, which is lovely. The next four have been reviewed previously by Lynne, and i have added them to my "to read" list.

Also, don't forget the Daddies!klaine tag for fun with their children!

Enjoy! ~Jen

Snapshots by @borogroves

August 27, 2044. They say a picture paints a thousand words… and Kurt and Blaine have a whole scrapbook.

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I remember when we first met By @tnystrk3000

Inspired by #42 of 101 Ways to Say I Love You by emswritingprompts on Tumblr: "I remember when we first met."

Summary: During their wedding reception, Kurt and Blaine find a moment alone to reflect on where they started and are now. They sit outside, looking at the stars, as they talk about their journey.

Takes place during season 6 episode 8, the only difference is that it’s nighttime.

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daydreaming my life away (would you come along with me?) by anderhummel (em_a)

Sometimes Kurt feels like he and Blaine are moving too fast, hurtling headfirst into the unknown where their relationship is bound to end in a fiery crash and broken hearts.

But then Blaine flashes a smile at him, or shoots him an exasperated look behind Rachel's back, or hooks his pinky into Kurt's belt loop as they're walking down the hallway, or—really, sometimes Blaine breathes and Kurt knows, deep in his bones, that he has never been more sure of anything in his life.

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A collection of times throughout Kurt and Blaine's relationship that they discuss their futures.

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5 Times: Darling, Just Kiss Me Slow by InsightfulInsomniac

Five types of kisses that Kurt and Blaine share in their domestic moments of early marriage. Wholesome, sweet early married Klaine with a few guest appearances along the way from Burt and Carole.

Aka my five favorite kiss ideas from a kiss prompt list I found a long time ago.

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New York Ever After by @gleefulpoppet

Upon their return to New York, Kurt and Blaine create an extraordinary life curated from thousands of ordinary moments noticed, appreciated, and treasured. [AKA The Klaine Glee spinoff we all wanted: date nights, doing the dishes, showers before work, fits of giggles, lazy couch kisses, and more.]

Canon compliant through the entirety of season 6. Each chapter will be self-contained—no cliffhangers or abandoned story issues to worry about.

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Honeymoon Holidays by @flowerfan2

Kurt and Blaine’s first winter holidays together as a married couple fall so quickly after their wedding that sometimes they almost seem like a continuation of their honeymoon. But not always. A story in the “Season 7” series that looks at events in the early married life of Kurt and Blaine.

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The Boys of Summerby neverhaveieverbooks

Kurt and Blaine’s first summer in New York after they get married. It’s easy. It’s hard. It’s perfectly imperfect. A summer tale in 12 chapters. Canon-compliant. This story technically takes place within the middle of episode 6 x 13, after Nationals, and before they return to McKinley for their visit in the fall.

Written for the Klaine Summer Challenge 2016 on tumblr.

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The Bluebird as She Singsby @lovetheblazer

Eleven months in the journey Kurt and Blaine take to become parents, from Rachel offering to be their surrogate through the birth. Klaine reaction fic for “Dreams Come True” with background St. Berry.

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My Wish for Youby Iris Kane

Picking up after the series finale; this story takes place sometime between 2015 and 2020 when Rachel agrees to be Kurt and Blaine surrogate, this is what I think might have happened. (Some rewrites and adjustments to this story; if you’re confused about the direction the story is going please reread)

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It’s Bittersweet, Babyby InsightfulInsomniac

When packing up their things to move into their first place as an officially married couple, Blaine finds Kurt’s engagement ring in his former sock drawer, sparking many emotions and memories between the two of them.

But as loving, secure husbands do, they talk it out together.

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A year in the Life by @darriness

Formally titled Fic A Day 2018.

I wrote 365 fics (one a day) based on a word that was randomly generated every day.

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Wednesday By @spaceorphan18

Just an average day in the life of Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, and their baby Katie.

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The Chaperone By pracitcalamenda

When a class mom pulls out at the last minute, Kurt fills in as a chaperone for Blaine's second grade class trip. Turns out that "Mr. Anderson" is quite popular with the moms and Kurt doesn't bother to mention that Blaine's his boyfriend.

#klaine fanfiction #fic finder #klaine fanfic #married!klaine #canon compliant! klaine

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caramelcoffeeaddict · 7 months

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Klaine fics that I've written with a Halloween theme :)

Costume Party Confusion - Blaine thinks he's talking to his friend, Sam, when he complains about not seeing his crush, Kurt, at the Halloween party. (977 words / rated G)

The Great Costume Debate - Kurt and Blaine try to agree upon a couples costume to wear to an upcoming Halloween party. (1,331 words / rated Teen&Up)

not specifically "Halloween", but has supernatural creatures & elements that are associated with Halloween

Reflections 'verse - This series blends supernatural elements - such as soulmates, werewolves, warlocks, hybrids, & magic - with the modern human world. These supernatural elements are unknown to the humans around them; considered to be nothing more than myths. It's a semi-twisted AU of Klaine's story starting from season 2 (4 fics / 204,238 words total / rated E/M)

Mirrors - Blaine finds his soulmate, but there is something different about him. This is the story of their first ten days together.

Echoes (Of The Past) - Dalton’s winter break is here. Now, Kurt and Blaine are splitting their time between Lima and Westerville - all while dealing with a visit from Blaine’s brother, Cooper, a full moon, a suspicious Rachel Berry, and Christmas Dinner with Kurt’s grandparents. Along the way, they learn more about Kurt, his abilities, and what made the all-white werewolves so unique.

Family Bonds - An unexpected encounter leads Kurt to learning more about his mother’s family

Soulmate Surprise - Trent's dreams have him questioning his sexuality and turning to Blaine and Kurt for advice; and things aren't what he expected when he meets his soulmate shortly after. Blaine and Kurt then help Trent and his new mates through the process of choosing a pack, a school, and a place to live.

Show Me Love, Show Me Life - When Blaine Anderson became a vampire over 800 years ago, he gave up on the idea of having close relationships – platonic or romantic – with anyone. As long as he could still have sex, feelings were unnecessary. But there was something different about the new transfer student, Kurt Hummel, that kept drawing him in. Kurt was unlike anyone Blaine had ever met. And Blaine was starting to think that he wasn’t the only one at Dalton with a supernatural secret. To most people, Kurt Hummel seems like your average high schooler; but there's nothing average about him. Kurt is a warlock – a warlock that can’t use magic. When he was born, his magic went dormant, and no one knows why. But sometimes, he's capable of things that no one – not even Kurt himself – can explain. (152,067 words / rated E)

Swinging On A Star - Loosely based on the 1987 TV series Out Of This World. Kurt is a half-alien raised on Earth as a human by his Earthling father, and on his 17th birthday learns the truth about his mother and himself when he is gifted with the power to freeze time. When he meets the new transfer student, Blaine, he struggles to keep his powers - and his feelings - a secret. **You do not need to be familiar with Out Of This World to understand this story (30,500 words / rated Teen&Up)

#klaine fanfiction #klaine fic #glee fanfiction #kiwi's writing #masterlist #halloween fic

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kittyt-hexxed · 2 years

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I’d Kill for You

Vi x Werewolf!Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: Soft Dom!Vi, Fighting for Vi, Graphic Violence, Killing a werewolf, someone’s throat gets ripped out, eating a heart, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamic, forced revealing of secrets, pack dynamic, biting, claiming, werewolf venom, turning Vi

Summary: You’re keeping a big secret from your girlfriend. You’re a werewolf. Thanks to a family Thanksgiving dinner gone wrong, you’re forced to reveal your secret.

Author Note: This makes me want to watch Teen Wolf again..

“Y/n! Do you have enough steaks?!” Your aunt shouts from the backdoor, “I can bring some more out if you need them!”

“The grill is full Aunt Lettie! I’ll let you know when I need them!” You shout back, putting the ones that you have onto the grill. Your father was the one who did the grilling, but after you learned how to do it, your family insisted that your food was better.

“Any chance I can sneak one?” Your cousin Richie slides up next to you.

“Not a chance.” You shake your head, “Everyone eats at the same time. You know the rules. We have to make sure that everyone gets food, especially with humans coming.” He groans and runs back to his little group of friends. You spend the next half an hour grilling, kicking away annoyances, and enjoying a drink on the side. Your aunt Lettie is the one carrying them back and forth, taking the finished ones and giving you new ones. With your last batch, you pick up the tray and make your way into the house where your mother and aunties are hanging out. You place the tray down by the rest of the steaks, grinning at the large amount of food laid out on the counters.

“Look out everyone! There’s a little Beta in the kitchen!” Aunt Jenna says teasingly.

“Ha, Ha. Funny, Aunt Jenna.” You say dryly, but you’re escorted to the dinner table and sat down at the head of it. All ten of your aunts and your mother sit down and you know you’re in for a long conversation.

“Speaking of our little Beta. I heard that you have a human coming today.” Aunt Berry grins at you, “Tell us about her.”

“Do I really have to?” You bite your lip.

“Y/n, darling. Of course, you have to!” Aunt Hester snorts, “You’re part of the main branch! It’s our job to make sure you’re choosing the right partner.”

“Besides, we like being nosy.” Aunt Rachel winks, “Now spill!”

“Ugh, okay. Her name is Vi. I met her at the University a few years ago. We had Ancient Shuriman history together and I asked her for her number. She’s my age and has three siblings.” You relent and tell them. If you didn’t tell them something about her, they’d ask her a ton of questions when she arrived. That was the last thing you wanted since she was supposed to be coming for a relaxing time.

“That’s all you’re going to tell us?” Aunt Bella complains, “What does she do?”

“She works as a tattoo artist during the week, but she boxes in her free time.” You smile.

“Ooohhh, a fighter? She’d be an Alpha if she was a wolf.” Your aunt Gretchen grins, “You must be very serious if you’re bringing her around.”

“I am very serious about her.” You nod, “I wouldn’t be bringing her around if I wasn’t thinking about marriage.”

“That’s wonderful!” Your aunt Lettie reaches over and pats your hand, “Have you thought about having pups with her?”

“What?” You blink. You weren’t expecting them to ask that question. Those things were usually reserved for the engaged couples that would be getting married. You and Vi had very briefly pondered what it would be like if you could have children together, but you mutually agreed that you didn’t want to have any.

“Lettie!” Aunt Rachel gasps, hitting her sister on the shoulder.

“Oh, come on! We’re all thinking about it!” She snaps at her. You try to get your aunts’ attention but they start talking to each other about what was said.

“It’d be no issue for Y/n. She can always get her pregnant. She’s a Beta.”

“Or if we turn her and she’s a Beta or Alpha, she can get Y/n pregnant.”

“OKAY! This conversation is over.” You get up out of your chair, blushing furiously, and move back into the kitchen as your aunts laugh. Having a big family isn’t an issue for you until they all want to get into your business. You didn’t want to talk about your relationship with Vi because it was the only private part of your life. As a werewolf, you couldn’t hide anything from your parents so you learned to be honest with them. Your parents tried their best to give you privacy even if they could tell something was going on. You appreciated that because when you started seeing Vi, you weren’t ready to bring it up.

You go back to cooking with your mother while trying to distract your mind. Your focus was elsewhere as you made the filling for the apple pie. You were nervous, more anxious than anything, about Vi coming. She’s aware that you have a big family but telling someone is different than seeing it. You didn’t want her to get overwhelmed. Besides, you were hoping that no one said anything embarrassing. There are too many stories about you from when you were younger. Anything goes in a family as close as yours, and there’d be more interest knowing that your partner is human. You were lucky that all the other nosy werewolves were outside when your aunts were grilling you. The soundproofing of the house saved you.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket and you stop mixing the apples to pick it up. ‘Hey, baby. I’m on my way! Be there in ten.’ Your anxiety shoots up and you respond with a heart before shoving it back into your pocket. The next ten minutes are filled with you shakily rolling out the pie crust and putting it into the oven as the doorbell rings. Your pulse jumps as you weave your way through your aunts and practically sprint to the front door. You skid to a stop, take a deep breath, and open the door. Your inner wolf growls happily seeing Vi in a dress shirt and a shining at her mouth draws your attention. ‘Oh, she got spider bites?! Did she do that because I mentioned how hot I think they look?’

“Hey.” You both say at once, laughing softly at it.

“Thanks for coming.” You smile at her, stepping aside to let her in, “I know it must feel weird to be away from your family.”

“Eh, we did a Thanksgiving lunch instead so I could come here for dinner. So, I’m definitely not missing them.” Vi chuckles, kissing you once you close the door. You grab her hand and hesitate, glancing towards the living room while biting your lip.

“So…before I take you out back. My whole family is here along with close friends. If you feel overwhelmed at all, tap my hand and we’ll go up to my room. I don’t want you to feel pressured to talk to anyone-” Vi silences you with another kiss, knowing that you’re about to break into your nervous rambling. She gives you an amused smile as you let out a long breath.

“Don’t worry. If I’m not feeling comfortable, I’ll let you know. Your parents love me already and their opinion is the only one that matters to me.” Vi leads you down the hallway, rubbing your hand with her thumb, “Besides, you’ve met my family and you haven’t run for the hills.” She grins at you.

“Having water balloons thrown at me was a shock, but a welcome one.” You laugh, remember the first time you met her siblings, “It was a good thing I had my bathing suit on under my clothes.”

“Violet!” Your mother shouts excitedly, a wide smile on her face as she rushes over to you.

“Hello, Mrs.L/n!” Vi chuckles, hugging your mother. Your aunts peek their heads out of the kitchen before they come out to greet your girlfriend. You smile to yourself as Vi is tugged over to your aunts and introduced to them. The surprised look on Vi’s face as she’s given a hug by each of your aunts makes you giggle. You had warned her that it might happen, but she probably didn’t believe you. They compliment her on her beauty, re-asking the simple questions you answered for them earlier as a way to confirm what you said to them. You sheepishly tugged Vi away when they started to tell her about how anxious you were waiting for her. ‘Oh, you’re all insufferable!’ You groan through the family pack link, making them snicker.

Vi follows you to the backdoor, a teasing smile on her lips as she holds back the urge to comment on what your aunts told her. You open the door and eyes are on the two of you as you step outside. You tighten your grip on Vi’s hand, making her glance at you and you give her a reassuring smile. The cousins closest to you approach and you start the painful process of introducing your girlfriend to everyone. It’s a bit disorienting trying to talk while the pack link is flooded with questions and teasing comments from your cousins and uncles. They force you to cut the connection so you can be present when you miss the question Vi asks you.

You’re impressed by how easily Vi can converse with everyone who approaches her. You know your girlfriend is a social person, but the fact that she’s not nervous is something you’ll never get used to. She took the lead in social situations, keeping a hold of your hand or wrapping her arm around you so you’re comfortable. Your current situation was oddly the same, but you relaxed once you realized that she wasn’t having any issues. Vi was having an avid conversation with one of your uncles about parkour. When Vi mentioned that she was preparing for a tournament they took interest in it. So she explained what it is and how she ended up doing it in the first place, strategically leaving out that she used to be a gang leader.

“Y/N!” You hear your cousin Kelly scream your name from the other end of the yard, “Y/N! COME HERE!” You groan. You didn’t want to leave Vi’s side but you knew they’d keep shouting for you until you did.

“Babe.” You nudge her, “Is it okay if I go to my cousin? She’s calling me.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll be okay.” Vi smiles. You nod, kiss her cheek and make your way to your cousin. ‘What does she want to talk about? I bet it’s to tease me or something. She’s known for doing things like that.’

“What do you want, Kelly?” You huff, crossing your arms when you get to her pack.

“So the pink-haired girl is your girlfriend?” Kelly raises an eyebrow, “I don’t believe it. She’s way too hot for you.”

“Vi absolutely is, but that makes it all the more special.” You grin. You and Vi had gotten into a playful argument about that when you first started dating. She insisted that she thought you were too attractive to date her while you called bullshit because you thought she was too attractive to date you. It was hilarious to you and made you laugh every time it got brought up.

“Have you claimed her?” One of Kelly’s packmates asks.

“No, not yet. She doesn’t know that I’m a wolf.” You shake your head.

“Why haven’t you told her?” Kelly furrows her brow, “You’ve been together for two years. Your heats must be unbearable with her being unclaimed.”

“The two of us haven’t talked about marriage. I don’t want to jump the gun so I’m waiting for that conversation.” You shrug. It was true, you haven’t talked about marriage, but you’re also scared. You’d be telling her something big, and if that caused her to run from you… you didn’t know if you could stomach that. You were in love with her, and even if your heats were unbearable you’d struggle through it for her.

“That means she’s anyone’s game.” Monica, your cousin’s Alpha steps forward. Her words agitate you, making you click your tongue to stop yourself from snarling. ‘I should get back to Vi before I end up in an argument. We’re supposed to be on our best behavior this evening.’

“You wish.” You chuckle, “Anyway, I’ve got to head back to her. Uncle Sal will keep her talking forever if I don’t save her.” Your words make the others around you snicker. You wave to your cousin and make your way back to Vi.

“You sound cocky about that Y/n!” Monica shouts, making Vi turn to look in your direction. You smile at your girlfriend and she returns it. ‘Vi wouldn’t leave me for anyone else. She loves me too much to.’

“Not cocky! Just stating a fact!” You shout, not turning around.

“Then, I challenge you to a claiming rite!” You jerk to a halt as you snarl internally, whirling around to glare at the wolf. ‘She did not just say that!’ Startled shouts come from everyone around you, and you hear someone sprint inside yelling for your mother.

“Monica, are you crazy?! There are humans here!” Kelly shouts at her Alpha who has a smug smirk on her face. The tables are hauled away from the middle of the yard to make room for the impending fight.

“Why don’t we show her what you are, since you’re so confident she won’t leave you for someone else?” Monia walks forward, her eyes turning red, “If I win the challenge, you break up with her and have to stop contact with her.” You feel the anger coursing through you, your inner wolf howling in rage. ‘Are you fucking kidding me?! She’s calling this right here? In front of five humans?!’ You take a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. You wouldn’t be able to back down from the official challenge, nor would Kelly or your mother be able to call it off. If you did, or if anyone interfered, you’d automatically lose. An Alpha challenging a Beta. ‘She expects to win.’

“Where the hell is this coming from?” You grit your teeth, feeling the ache in your gums as you try to hold back from shifting. You hear your uncle tell Vi something but you’re too focused to make it out.

“She’s hot. Maybe I want to mate her instead.” You snarl in anger, the sharp pain of your claws emerging only makes it worse.

“Step up, then!” You shout, spreading your arms out, “I’ll tear your fucking throat out and dance in your blood! You’re fooling yourself if you think I’ll let you lay a hair on my girl!” Your mother steps in between the two of you, her eyes glowing red as you’re tugged backward.

“Are they fighting over me?” You hear Vi's question.

“Things will make sense in a minute, but I’m going to need you to move over here.”

‘Y/n.’ Your father grabs your attention and you turn to meet his golden eyes, ‘Remember. If you don’t kill her, she’ll challenge you again if she believes Vi should be hers.’ You take your shoes and socks off and toss them somewhere behind you.

‘I don’t intend on letting her live, father.’ You narrow your eyes at him. ‘No one who challenges me will. Alpha or not!’

‘That’s my daughter.’ He nods with a smile on his face.

“Monica has challenged Y/n to claiming rites!” Your mother announces, “Monica, name your official terms.”

“If I win, you give up pursuing Vi…” Monica grins, “and you can’t contact her again.”

“What the fuck?!” You hear Vi shout, making you dart your eyes over to her. She looks at you with a mixture of disbelief and anger, her face twisted into a glare. You feel your heart ache in your chest, hoping that she’s not angry with you.

“Y/n, name your official terms.” Your mother demands.

“When I win.” You say darkly, “You’ll be dead.” Shocked murmurs come from the wolves around you at your terms. You only call for death terms if you’re confident about winning. Monica scoffs and your mother slowly backs into the crowd, putting a hand on your girlfriend’s shoulder. There’s silence as you and Monica stare at each other, waiting for your mother to call the fight since she’s the higher alpha in this situation. You meet eyes with Vi one last time as your irises turn to gold and give her a small smile. ‘Please. Please don’t let this scare her away.’

“Fight!” Your mother shouts. You growl as your body shifts, limbs elongating, and muscles tightening to reveal your werewolf form. The moment your transformation is complete, you’re running across the circle and colliding with Monica in a whirlwind of teeth and claws. You snap at her, trying to catch her hind leg in your mouth while keeping her face away from you. She snarls and slashes at you with her claws, forcing you to jump back, but it doesn’t keep you away for long. You get a few deep slashes on her, making her snarl and put some space between you two. The smell of blood in the air makes you feel murderous. ‘She thinks she can take my girlfriend? Big mistake.’ You snarl, taunting her as you slowly circle each other. She tackles you to the ground and you’re rolling around again. You can hear everyone shouting, some encouraging you, and others cheering Monica on. You manage to get your jaw around her neck when she slashes at your face, making you yelp in pain and let go. She kicks you off of her and you land on your hind paws, crouching down as she gets up. Your snout stings and you’re positive you’re going to have scars over your lips after this. ‘Her guard is down because she’s not taking this seriously. She’s confident I won’t win this. That. That’s my advantage.’ You flex your jaw as she stands up to her full height. You take a deep breath, getting a glimpse of Vi before Monica steps in front of her.

‘You’re dead.’ You snap at Monica. If this fight continues any longer, you will lose so you have to end it now.

‘Big talk from a Beta-’ Monica scoffs, but you spring at her and catch her off-guard. You shove her back by the shoulders, opening your mouth wide before locking it around her throat. You bite down hard, rupturing her arteries and causing blood to flood your mouth. Your bodies hit the ground and you use your claws to hold her down as you yank your snout back. The snap of muscles and tendons fills your ears as they give away and you find yourself clenching her throat in your mouth. You watch her bleed out for a moment before tossing her throat into the dirt next to her. Your werewolf side has you clawing at her chest so you can eat her heart to solidify that she’s dead. You’re vaguely aware of people telling the younger children to look away as you consume the heart. A victorious howl bubbles up in your throat and you feel a wave of exhilaration knowing that you succeeded. You feel a heat go through your body and you feel stronger.

You look up and feel your whole body freeze when you see Vi staring at you with an unreadable expression. You let out a whine, your ears flattening onto your head as you shift back. Your aunt Jenna rushes forward and throws your robe over your shoulders to cover your naked body. She stands in front of you while you put it on and the blood clinging to your skin soaks into it. The reality of your situation sets in as the humans gaze at you in shock and horror. Monica’s challenge didn’t just expose you to your girlfriend, but to the other humans as well.

“Y/n wins the challenge, becoming an Alpha.” Your mother says softly, and everyone can hear it since it’s absolutely silent. Your lip trembles as you feel the tears pool in your eyes. Vi had yet to move, to even say a word, and you fear that you’ve lost her. A sob forces its way out of your throat and you’re sprinting into the house before anyone can stop you. You slam your room door shut behind you and start pacing back and forth. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid! I should’ve- I should’ve- I shouldn’t have brought her here! What was I thinking?!’ Vi’s scent fills your nose right before you hear a knock on the door.

“Y/n? Baby?” Vi mutters, “Can I come in?”

“Y-Yeah.” You stutter out, sitting at the edge of your bed, “Come in.” The door opens and Vi gives you a gentle smile, ignoring the bloody footsteps on the tile, and approaches you. You jolt in surprise as she grasps your chin and lifts your face. Her eyes wander over your face, her thumb coming up to brush across the cuts on your face. From your cheekbone, all the way down, over your lips, and to the edge of your chin. You anxiously gaze at her eyes trying to figure out what she must be thinking.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Vi kisses your forehead, “We don’t want those cuts to get infected. After that, we can talk. I promise.” She helps you off of the bed and leads you to the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind her. Silently, she takes your robe off, turns on the shower, and coaxes you into it.

“Vi-” You whimper, not liking the silence.

“-Shhhh. Not right now.” Vi shakes her head, “Wash off the blood, cutie pie. I’m right here.” You meekly nod and do as she says, taking care to wash the blood off of your face and body. You can hear her shuffling around in the cabinet, most likely getting out the isopropyl alcohol. When the blood has been washed from your skin, you turn the shower off and nervously step out of the shower. Vi wraps a towel around you and you sit on the edge of the bathtub as she kneels in front of you.

“This is going to sting, okay?” Vi caresses your cheek and you nod silently. You hiss as she takes a gauze pad and dabs the alcohol onto your cuts. She takes care to clean the whole thing, applying pressure to help stem the blood flow, and even holds her hand there as she cleans your other cuts. You lean into her touch, a needy whine leaving your lips and making her chuckle. Vi bandages your other wounds before re-checking your face and nodding to herself.

“Come on. We can talk in your room.” Vi puts the stuff away and leads you back. Once the door is closed, you hang the towel up and sit on your bed.

“I know what you saw out there must have terrified you, and it’s probably hard for you to stomach and I completely understand. I-I just didn’t know how to tell you or when to tell you-” Vi puts a finger against your lips.

“You’re rambling.” She smiles in amusement.

“S-Sorry.” You stutter, blushing.

“Learning that werewolves exist wasn’t on my to-do list for Thanksgiving…” Vi bites her lip, “But, learning that my girlfriend is a werewolf is something else entirely. I’m not upset or anything, just confused. What- What happened out there?”

“Monica called for a Claiming Rite. It’s a challenge where two werewolves fight over the right to claim the person of their conflict. The werewolf that loses stops pursuing the person and is forced to cut off all contact with them. I guess she took an immediate liking to you and decided to challenge me.” You sigh, “I couldn’t allow that. You’re mi-” You pause at Vi’s raised eyebrow, a teasing look in her eyes.

“Go on.” She nudges you, “Say it.”

“You’re mine.” You state, “I wasn’t going to let her have you.”

“So you killed her and… ate her heart?”

“Yup.” You nod slowly, “It sounds so fucked when you say it out loud.”

“I don’t know.” Vi shrugs, giving you a grin, “That’s kinda sexy to me.” You blink.

“I violently killed a werewolf and you think that it’s sexy?” You ask in disbelief.

“My werewolf girlfriend fought another werewolf for the right to be with me and won.” Vi snorts, “Yes, I think that’s sexy.” You giggle and find yourself smiling at her. You feel something warm run down your cheek, and Vi reaches out to wipe up the blood.

“You’ll need stitches for that. Your cheek is torn open.” She gently caresses the skin, “It’s gonna be a pain in the ass to eat with it if you don’t.”

“It’ll be healed in the morning, and I think I’m full after that heart.” You joke, “I’ll have some wicked scars to remind you of tonight… I’m sorry for ruining your Thanksgiving.”

“I’d kiss you to shut you up, but I don’t want to make your wound worse.” Vi huffs, “I love you, Y/n. Hell, I’ve been thinking about talking to you about marriage. You didn’t ruin my Thanksgiving. You haven’t ruined anything. I am very much in love with you… and I want you to claim and turn me.”

“What?” You gasp, your eyes going wide.

“You’re an Alpha now, right? Your dad was explaining everything to me during the fight. That means you can turn me, and if you claim me, you won’t have to worry about that happening again.” Vi moves closer to you, taking your hands in hers, “I want you to.”

“You’ll be forced to turn into a werewolf every full moon.” You warn her, “It’s not all sunshine and rainbows. There’s so much to tell you.”

“After what I saw tonight, I’m well aware of that.” Vi chuckles, “You’re not going to sway me from my decision so you might as well do it now and tell me about it later.” You sigh, shaking your head at your girlfriend’s stubbornness. ‘She said she was thinking of marriage so she’s serious about us…’

“Okay, okay.” You chuckle, “Take your shirt off and lay down. I have to bite you twice to turn and claim you, and it’s going to hurt badly. We can save the mating for another time. I need to know your rank first and teach you about the things that come with that.” Vi takes her shirt off and lays down on your bed.

“I’m all yours.” Vi winks at you, making you roll your eyes. Your gums ache as your fangs push through and you hold Vi down. ‘Please. Let this be successful.’ You glance up at her, feeling the venom fill your fangs before you bite down on her side. A shrill scream - that you didn’t know she was capable of - sounds as your venom gets injected into her. Breathing heavily, you let go and hold her down tighter as more venom fills your fangs.

“Forgive me.” You whisper as Vi thrashes in your hold. With another deep breath, you sink your teeth into her shoulder and get another pained shriek from her. It pains you to hear her screaming because of you but it terrifies you more when Vi falls limp underneath you. You put your fingers to her neck and feel a pulse that rapidly picks up. ‘Come on. Come on. Open your eyes. Open your eyes.’ You plead internally. ‘Come on, baby. I know you’re strong enough to survive this.’ You jolt back as Vi’s eyes snap open and she lets out a gasp. Her eyes glow gold before you watch in awe as it bleeds into a vivid red. ‘An alpha? That… That shouldn’t be possible unless she’s a True Alpha. I guess my aunts were right. She is an Alpha.’

“Y/n?” Vi mutters in confusion. You affectionately press your forehead to hers.

“You’re a werewolf. An Alpha.” You smile at her as her eyes widen, “When you mate with me there’ll be two Alphas in our pack or you can make your own.” Vi delicately pecks your lips, the desire to kiss you too strong to ignore.

“You love me that much, huh?” Vi gives you a cheeky smile.

“Didn’t we just establish that I’d kill for you?” You smile in amusement, “I ate someone’s heart… That whole situation?”

“You’re right.” Vi nods, “I forgot to mention… I’d kill for you, too.”

“I think you should have told me that before I turned you into a werewolf.”

“Should I have? You didn’t tell me to.” You laugh and properly kiss her, not giving a damn about the gash in your face. It’ll heal in the morning anyway.

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unholy-fabray · 2 months

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Thank you @kurtsascot for the tag!! 🫶

I usually post art, but I don't currently having any fan art WIPs to show, so I'm gonna post a snippet of a Faberry one-shot I've been working on instead :]

Tagging: @unholybinchicken @paperstomach I think everyone else I would tag has already been tagged, so I'm leaving it open to anyone else who sees this and wants to share! 💖 Let me see your creations!!

Premise: Season 4 AU in which Quinn actually uses her damn metro pass to visit Rachel in NYC! AKA Quinn goes to visit Rachel during a 3-day weekend and drunken karaoke (and kisses) ensue.

On more than one occasion, Quinn had found herself on the phone with Rachel into the small hours of the morning, musing about life, music, religion, veganism, fourth-wave feminism, and the merits of Maya Angelou and Mary Oliver. It had been a long time since Quinn felt like she could ramble about those “deep” topics with someone else; the townsfolk of Lima, Ohio didn’t tend to be particularly deep thinkers, she muses. The blonde relishes the phone calls in which her and Rachel jump down the rabbit hole of conversation. The banter flowed easily between them - only occasionally slipping into the scathing sarcasm of their high school years - and Quinn could appreciate Rachel's penchant for dramatically rehashing the events of her days spent at NYADA. Sometimes, after they hung up and Quinn was bedding down for the night, the blonde would be struck by the realization that this was Rachel Berry that she was talking to and enjoying the company of, sharing sincere thoughts and earnest opinions with; it's a notion she would have scoffed at even two years prior. The absurdity of this fact lessens with every passing day and every long-winded phone call.

Quinn snaps the latches of the suitcase closed and straightens up with a satisfied sigh. She whips out her phone to shoot Rachel a quick update. Done with packing, finally. I’ll be heading your way in approximately two hours. You better not be planning any surprise parties. YAY!! surprise parties? me? you must have me confused with someone else ;) be safe see you soon!! [Attached is a picture. Rachel is in the kitchen of her and Kurt’s Bushwick apartment, beaming at the camera. Her hair is in a messy bun, make-up half done, and she’s wearing a NYADA sweatshirt. It looks like she's throwing ingredients into a bowl, but it's hard to tell exactly what they are. Quinn can make out Kurt in the background, fashion magazine perched in hit lap, as he eyes Rachel taking the photo with an amused raise of his eyebrow.] Quinn can imagine her rushing to make breakfast before setting off for rehearsals, perpetually on the verge of running late. The thought has her release a quiet puff of laughter and she shakes her head.

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miynt0012 · 4 months

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 1 month

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Carla Vasquez-Brice ✤ Centre Stage

If Carla Vasquez-Brice never saw Rachel Berry again, it would be too soon. After facing the worst experience of her life thanks to Rachel's dangerous selfishness, Carla had packed up her life, left her home, and moved to Akron to live with her Uncle Al, Aunt Kamilah, and cousin Sugar. It was better, it was. Thanks to Josh and Shelby, Vocal Adrenaline and Jesse, and her siblings' endless support, Carla was healing. She could step onstage again, she had relearned how to perform, she was okay. But when she finds herself moving back home, back to Lima, just in time for sophomore year, she's terrified. Lima means McKinley High, McKinley High means Rachel Berry. She's safe, as a Cheerio. Popularity becomes a shield that even Rachel Berry can't get past. Maybe, just maybe, Carla was going to be okay. Or so she thought, until Coach Sylvester demands that her four star cheerleaders spy on the New Directions from within.

Fandom: Glee

Face Claim: Rachel Zegler

Love Interest: Aaron Kennedy (past); Jimmie Baylor (past); Mike Chang & Sam Evans

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kirakiwiwrites · 10 months

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This one was kind of tough, not going to lie! Not sure if the word was right of not, but we still had fun writing this. Thanks for all the nice comments on our first one! For this entry, we are going back to before Kurt and Blaine had children. This one is slightly longer. Enjoy!

Thanks @klaine-word-scramble for the fun!

Don’t Know Whether It’s Morning Or Night:

(Aug 3 entry - 2151 words)

“Rachel Barbara Berry. Do you know what time it is?”

“I’m sorry Kurt! I need you!”

“Well, I need sleep. I have an early dress rehearsal in the morning and the rest of my day is packed.”

“And I don’t need sleep? You think it’s easy for me to function like this?” She shrilly continued to rant as Kurt pulled his phone away from his face, nose wrinkling. He knew he wouldn’t get a word in edgewise until she tired herself out. Plus, there was all the background noise. Crying and screaming rang in his ears, causing him to want to end the call.

His husband stirred in the bed beside him, blinking owlishly and rubbing his eyes as he groaned at what time it was. “Who is that?” Blaine asked, his voice raspy from sleep.

“Guess,” Kurt replied grumpily as he smacked his forehead repeatedly with his phone. Rachel’s tinny voice squawked from it.

Blaine huffed and fell back into his pillow. His breath blew his loose curls from his forehead. “Does she know what time it is?”

“Mhm.”

“You should never have done it in the first place,” Blaine said ruefully. He got really grumpy when he didn’t get sleep.

Kurt sighed and slipped from their warm bed and trudged into his living room, knowing if he lingered he would keep Blaine awake. One of them should get to sleep. He stared at the rain that pattered on the windows as he got comfortable on his couch. She was still going. “Rachel! Shut up!”

“Kurt! Pleeeeeease! Just do it one time! I won’t call for the rest of the night! I’m desperate here!” She sounded on the verge of tears, but to be fair she could cry on command so he wasn’t really moved.

“This is your crotch goblin,” Kurt snapped. “We are not co-parenting! Why should my sleep be interrupted?” Now, he truly loved Rachel’s son like he was his own blood, but two weeks of having his sleep disrupted made him a little grouchy.

“Hey! You love Brice! This is just the tiredness talking,” she soothed. “Now, I’m going to do a voice call and if you reject it, so help me Kurt Hummel, I will come over there.”

Kurt rolled his eyes, wishing she could see him do so already. “Where is the child’s father?”

“It’s okay. Shush, now my angel. Uncle Kurt is going to make everything better,” she said to the wailing baby on the other end. Little Brice didn’t even acknowledge her as he screamed again. “Jesse is working on that movie and won’t be back until next week. Now pick up!”

Kurt stabbed the answer button on his screen when it showed up. His screen was immediately filled with a harried Rachel, dark patches heavy under her eyes and hair a rumpled mess twisted up into a lopsided bun. Her nail polish was chipped and unkempt, unusual for her. She looked worse than she had that time in high school when she had gotten sick and depressed because she thought she would never sing again. His sour mood softened at the way her lip quivered as if she was seconds from crying and then he melted at the scrunched face of her four month old. Brice’s chubby cheeks were red and slick with tears and snot from all the crying. Rachel bounced him fruitlessly as he wailed, his little fists balled up and his feet kicking in his footed pajamas. Kurt smiled despite the late hour and ignored how terrible his own hair looked in the corner of the screen.

“Brice? Hey buddy.”

At the sound of his name, Brice immediately ceased his screaming and stared at Kurt on the screen. He hiccuped pitifully and reached for him.

“Hi. What’s the big deal?” Kurt asked softly as he wiggled a finger at the boy. He blinked big, shining brown eyes and babbled something they were convinced was Kurt’s name. “Why are you so upset? Mommy needs sleep and so do you, sweetie. And Uncle Kurt reeeally needs sleep.”

Rachel looked relived the crying had stopped. She kissed his head tiredly and began to wipe off his face with a soft cloth. Brice screeched and tried to twist his head away. “I’m telling you, it’s all the time we spent together when I was pregnant. He learned your voice and now you are the only one he wants.”

Kurt grinned. “Look at you, taking after your mommy and daddy and being the most stubborn, dramatic boy in the world! Yes you are!” He used a light tone and Brice smiled.

“He likes you better than me,” Rachel replied, her voice wobbly. Then she started crying into the cloth she had just used to wiped Brice’s face. He giggled and clapped his hands at her sobs.

Kurt tried not to laugh. “Rachel, that’s not true! Hey, don’t cry! Listen, you’re just tired and alone. It won’t be for much longer. How about I come over tomorrow evening and let you get a nap?”

She sniffled into the cloth and wiped at her face. “If I last that long.”

“You will.” He yawned suddenly and covered his mouth. Brice found this hilarious and cackled, seemingly at how he was making all the grownups in his life miserable. “I’m going to bed, Rach. I’ll check with you on my lunch tomorrow, okay?”

“Wait! You have to sing!” Rachel said desperately. Her voice was still croaky from crying. “Please, Kurt! He won’t sleep otherwise!”

“I thought you could sing?” Kurt asked with a superior look down his nose. “You never skipped an opportunity to tell me you were better.”

Her eyes started to fill like she was about to cry again. Kurt instantly felt bad. “He likes it when you sing. Please?”

He had been planning on making her beg and say he was better than her, but she was about to break and he knew he couldn’t do that to her. So he nodded much to her immense relief and gave Brice a stern look. (But not too stern. He was kind of a sucker for the kid.) “I’ll sing one song and you will go to sleep and stop giving Mommy a hard time. Got it, Brice?”

The baby just smiled at him like he wasn’t being given a talking-to and squealed happily. This was definitely the child of Jesse St. James and Rachel Berry. He did what he pleased.

Kurt cleared his throat and opened his mouth to sing. “‘Bout—“

“Wait!” Rachel interrupted. “You have to do the dance too! He loves the dance.”

“Rachel, it’s too early for choreography,” Kurt replied, exasperated.

“Please?” She gave him a dazzling smile and cuddled her tyrant of a baby who garbled his agreement. “You have to commit to it!”

“Fine,” Kurt hissed out through gritted teeth. “But I’m billing you when my back needs to be realigned from over use.” He stood, his muscles protesting greatly and positioned the phone so that his whole body was in the frame. He grumbled about how Rachel better not say anything negative or else and got into position. He remembered most of the choreography from back in glee club, but he didn’t worry about making it look good this early in the morning. “'Bout twenty years ago, way down in New Orleans. A group of fellows found a new kind of music. And they decided to call it... JAZZ.”

Brice giggled madly and clapped his little hands before wrapping his small arms around Rachel’s neck and snuggling into her neck. Rachel smiled and rested her cheek on top of his downy soft head. As Kurt went through the whole of Le Jazz Hot, the baby’s eyes glazed over and slid closed. By the end, he was fast asleep and Rachel snuggled him close. She looked as if she had started to doze off herself.

“Thank you so much, Kurt,” she whispered. “I have no idea why he won’t do that when I sing it. I even dance for goodness sake.”

Kurt smiled and his heart flipped with fondness for the sleeping boy in her arms. “The boy knows talent, what can I say?” He chuckled at her answering glare. It was a testament to how exhausted she was that she didn’t even argue. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

She nodded and started to say goodbye, but a violent yawn consumed her as his screen went dark.

He really did feel for her, even if it was ruining his own sleep. He had no idea why him performing that particular number put the child to sleep, but it did. He did it one time a few weeks ago and nothing else since had worked quite as well.

Rubbing his face tiredly, Kurt shuffled back to bed and was happy to slip back under the covers next to his snoring husband so warm and comfy. He tried not to wake him, but Blaine was a light sleeper. He snuggled up closer to Kurt and sleepily smacked his lips. Kurt got into his favorite position, Blaine’s head tucked under his chin with his arms around his shoulders and a leg hooked around Blaine’s. He closed his eyes, willing sleep to swallow him up again when he heard Blaine’s quiet murmur.

“Le Jazz Hot?”

“Yes. Le Jazz Hot.”

“Why don’t you just record it?”

“We tried that. Rachel says he knows it’s not authentic and starts crying again as soon as it’s over.”

Blaine puffed a soft laugh against his collar bone. “That kid is too smart for his own good.”

“Mhmm.”

Kurt had nearly drifted off again when Blaine wiggled a little.

“What do you think about us losing more sleep?”

Kurt kept his eyes closed, but scratched lightly at Blaine’s back. “Honey, normally I would be right there with you, but I’m so damn tired. Wake me up thirty minutes early and I’ll blow you in the shower.”

“Well, now I’m a little turned on, thanks. But I meant like… what if we had our own little Brice to make us lose sleep?”

At this, Kurt’s eyes popped open and he looked down at Blaine who was smiling up at him from his chest. “Seriously? You want a baby?”

Blaine laughed with way too much sunshine for whatever beastly hour it was. “Yes I do. We’ve talked about it before. We both have good jobs now and I don’t know… seeing how you take care of Brice just makes me fall more in love with you.” He toyed with the collar of Kurt’s silk pajama shirt. “You are just so good with him, I know you’d be such a good dad to our own. What do you think?” He smiled up at him hopefully.

“I don’t know…”

Blaine’s smile began to fade away.

“What if they sleep even less than Brice?”

Blaine’s sad frown twisted into annoyance and he playfully poked Kurt’s chest. “Don’t scare me like that. Seriously, what do you think?”

“I think you will be a great dad too and I would love to have a baby with you.”

The sunshine was back full force as Blaine crawled up and kissed Kurt’s lips softly and deeply. Kurt caught his face in his hands and held him there. Even when they pulled back, Blaine stayed close to Kurt’s lips. “I’m so excited I don’t know if I can go back to sleep.” Kurt adored how happy he looked and was certain he was going to approach fatherhood with as much love, enthusiasm, and care as he did everything else in his life. Kurt couldn’t wait.

“Well, why don’t you come up with some names you like and I’m going back to sleep.” He shut his eyes again, intent on doing just that.

“Kurt! Stay awake and dream with me!” He bounced the bed a little so that Kurt bounced with it. “Should we name our child after our favorite musical like Rachel? Hmm. I suppose Moulin Rouge isn’t a great name for a baby. Elphaba is too much, isn’t it? I don’t know about Glinda. It’s not a bad name, but is it our baby? There’s always Fiyero. Eh. No. What about—“

“Blaine, dearest, when I said come up with names, I meant in your head,” Kurt mumbled, eyes still closed.

He heard Blaine sigh and felt him burrow into his chest again. He was quiet for approximately thirty seconds before he whined and fiddled with Kurt’s top button. “Kurrrrt. Kissing you and talking about our future and you telling me you’ll give me a blowjob made me kind of horny…”

“Blaine.”

“Ugh. Fine. But don’t think I’m not waking you up like you said.”

Kurt didn’t reply since he fell asleep in the middle of what Blaine was saying. Blaine just grinned fondly at him and closed his own eyes, dreaming about what the close future would hold. He couldn’t wait!

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Angel

Rain

Linger (lingered)

Glare

Nail

Rang

Realign (Realigned)

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writtenjewels · 1 year

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Stranded part 2

Part One

Eric was relieved to find dense forest. Hopefully dense enough that the strange creature with the skull necklace wouldn't see him. He hobbled eagerly through the trees and sat down by a stream. He rolled up his pant leg until he exposed the straps of his prosthetic. Eric took it off and confirmed what he already knew: his residual limb was bleeding.

The combination of the crash and being chased by that creature did this. Eric sighed and shrugged off his pack to get out his supplies. He cleaned the wound and decided to let the limb breathe before wrapping it. As he sat he let his mind wander.

It was hard not to feel guilty about the mess they were in. It was Caelus, his pet project, that sent him and the marines here. And for what? To be shot down and scattered and chased by... He still didn't know how to categorize the creature. It looked human enough but it had horns and fangs. Eric wished he could dismiss it as the figment of a concussed mind but there were the very solid trees around him, the smoking remains of the helicopter he had been chased away from, the dull throb of pain in his residual limb, the strange structure in the distance that Rachel suggested be their meeting spot. All of that, Eric was sure, was real.

What was that Conan Doyle quote? Once one eliminated the impossible, the rest, however improbable, must be true. Eric shook his head and sighed. He always preferred Poirot, anyway.

A shriek pierced through the air and Eric stiffened, his heart kickstarting in his chest. It was that creature again, finally picking up on Eric's trail. He cursed and fumbled for his prosthetic. He wrapped his limb as best he could in a hurry and rolled down his pant leg once it was secure. He was on his feet ready to run when the creature appeared. Eric's eyes darted around looking for the best means of escape.

The creature didn't move any closer. It bared its teeth at him and made a series of clicking noises. Eric was caught off-guard. Maybe he really did hit his head, because the rhythm of those clicks almost sounded purposeful. It reminded Eric of how dolphins communicated. Was this creature intelligent?

“Hello?” he ventured. “Do you understand me?” The creature stared at him for a moment, blinking its glazed eyes. Then it pulled out a curved sword. Well, so much for that. Eric turned and stepped into the stream. It was just deep enough to come to his knees. He waded through and climbed out the other side, glancing over his shoulder to see the creature still hadn't moved.

Eric wasn't going to take chances, though. He started running again.

– – –

Clarice took one look at the sheer cliff and gave an emphatic “no”. When she came along with Eric to see Caelus in action, she was not expecting to be shot down and forced to trek around in the heat. Even in her sleeveless top she was sweating. Still, she had followed after Rachel without complaint. The other woman was clearly the more capable in survival situations. With Rachel in the lead, the two found water quickly and even had some food in the form of berries. Clarice probably would've kept following Rachel without complaint if their path didn't lead them to this cliff.

“What's the matter?” Rachel demanded.

“I can't climb that!” Clarice gestured to the cliff. “Are you kidding me?”

“You'll be fine,” Rachel assured her. “I'll go first and help you up.”

“And what am I supposed to do while you're climbing that thing? You're the only one trained in firearms.” She left the rest unsaid, because they'd both heard the strange shrieking that seemed to be everywhere.

“It's the fastest route to that tower.”

“Rachel, you're not hearing me. I-- can't-- climb-- that. I do okay in a gym but this? This is way beyond me.”

Rachel pursed her lips and sighed. “Okay, fine. You're right. We'll find another way up there.” She popped another berry in her mouth and started walking. “This is King to all call signs,” she said into her radio. “How's everyone doing?” There was only static in response. “Radio check,” Rachel tried again. “This is King to all call signs. Report, over.” Still nothing but static.

“Weird,” Clarice frowned. “Could be that we've separated too much to pick up a signal, or there's some transmitter interference.” She caught Rachel smiling at her. “What?”

“Nothing,” Rachel dismissed. “I don't really get science, but I like hearing people talk about it, I guess.”

“You have a thing for nerds?” Clarice teased her.

“Apparently.”

“The Queen Bitch and the King Nerd,” Clarice mused, chuckling. Rachel's smile flickered before fading. “Sorry,” Clarice winced. “I know you're probably worried about him. He'll be fine.” She reached out, waiting to make sure it was welcomed before putting a hand on Rachel's shoulder and squeezing.

“Thanks, Clarice.” Rachel managed a smile, though it looked forced. “Come on, let's get moving.” And they did, Clarice very glad that no matter what worries were going through Rachel's head, the woman kept her focus and had a gun at the ready.

– – –

Jason was tired and hot and thirsty, and he was pretty sure he passed the same damn rock five times already. His eyebrow twitched when he turned the corner and saw it yet again. Fuck, he was definitely going around in circles. But it didn't make sense! He had pointed himself toward the structure Rachel found and hadn't strayed once.

This place had to be fucking with him somehow. Jason pulled a knife from his stash of weapons and cut his initials on the stone. Just then he heard a shriek in the distance. He was far too familiar with that sound: some bizarre creature in battle armor was running around here. By the sound of its shriek, it was coming his way. Jason lifted his rifle and waited.

The creature appeared with a spear in hand. Before it could take a step, Jason opened fire. Every bullet hit but he might as well have been hitting a brick wall for all this strange being cared. It lifted its spear and threw. Jason instinctively jerked out of the way but still felt the tip graze his shoulder. He retaliated with more gunfire, more out of instinct than anything else. It was only when the clip ran out that Jason finally had to admit he was wasting his time: the armored creature was advancing on him, ignoring the bullets as a human would ignore flies.

Jason did the only thing he could and ran. He ducked and weaved, hoping to confuse his pursuer. Eventually he came to a cave, where he took refuge. He stepped backward so he was hidden in the shadows and waited. The armored creature ran right past his hiding spot; it had retrieved its spear. Jason waited until he couldn't hear its shrieks anymore before emerging. He squeezed where the spear cut him and winced at the pain.

Strange thing was, though, that even if he hadn't moved he wasn't so sure he would've been that badly hurt. Disarmed for sure, but he would've lived. Jason shook away the thought before it could raise any questions in his mind and opened his bag for any medical supplies he might have on him. He found some morphine and strips of cloth he could use to bandage the wound.

Jason remembered then: Joey had the medical kit.

“Well, fuck,” he cursed out loud. He hated doing it, but he used his water rations to clean the wound before dressing it. The last thing he needed was an infection.

There was the sound of footsteps and a sharp intake of breath. Jason glanced up to see an unfamiliar man standing a few paces away. His face was pleasantly rounded, his dark hair in tight curls on his head. He wore some kind of green uniform Jason didn't recognize.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jason demanded. The man continued to stare at him without answering. This stranger seemed wary, tense, though also a little curious. “You from here?” Jason asked, trying for a different tactic. This time the stranger did answer, though Jason didn't understand a word of it.

And yet there was something a little familiar about the words. He thought he remembered Rachel speaking it sometimes. Arabic, he remembered.

“Guess we ain't gonna have much conversation,” Jason sighed. “Still, it's nice to see a pretty face. Human!” he quickly corrected. “A human face!” He must've been more tired than he realized for that to slip out of his mouth. At least this guy couldn't understand him.

The other man's eyebrows went up, his expression going wide in surprise. “You think,” he spoke, his voice low and accented, “that I am pretty?”

This day was the worst.

#jason kolchek #salim othman #clarice stokes #eric king #house of ashes #rachel king

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Snow Angel - Chapter 1

Summary: Santana and her little sister Rachel are rich, spoiled college girls who go to a ski resort during their winter vacation. The siblings aren’t all that athletic but Santana is determined to show off her skills and fails spectacularly. Meeting flirty, super hot ski instructor Brittany makes everything a lot better for her. Brittana AU

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Rating: T

Pairing: Santana Lopez/Brittany Pierce

Genre: Romance/Comedy

Chapter 1

Spending her winter vacation with her annoying little sister was the last thing Santana wanted to do, especially in the middle of nowhere with several feet of snow around them for miles everywhere she looked. Their parents had insisted on planning this elaborate winter vacation and begged Santana to “watch over” their precious little Rachel.

“I told you we should have gone somewhere tropical. It’s way too fucking cold out here.” Santana grumbled, rocking on her heels and shivering slightly as they surveyed the mountain area through the high glass walls.

“There’s no need for that kind of language but I agree. It wasn’t exactly my first choice, if you remember correctly.” Rachel retorted with furrowed brows, her teeth chattering.

Rachel, as Santana expected, was bundled up in about a million layers of winter clothes with a big, ridiculous hat on her head. Her jacket was bright yellow and covered in fur, while of course the sweater underneath it was black with gold stars. She was wearing her gold necklace with the star pendant their father had given her as she always did.

Santana on the other hand, was just wearing tight jeans and a leather jacket over a black sweater, a black beanie on her head, leather gloves and Doc Martens to complete her rakish look. Her attractively messy, straight black hair fell to her shoulders.

“You girls have fun today! Mom and I will be up in the hotel room for a while if you need anything!”

The girls’ adoptive father, Will Schuester, was a tall, good-natured man with curly brown hair and a cleft chin. He held the hand of Emma, their mother, a small red-haired woman and waved to the sisters after they had checked in at the front desk, a bellboy rushing to help the couple take their suitcases up to the expensive suites. They needed three trolleys for all the heavy luggage Rachel had packed alone.

Santana snorted at that, her arms still crossed over her chest. She tried to keep as much distance from her parents and little sister as she could, ignoring them and scuffing her boot on the wooden floor while Rachel waved enthusiastically back at them.

Although she was twenty-one, Santana looked every inch the angsty teen girl with her black eyeliner and grumpy expression. Rachel was only two years younger but in Santana’s eyes, her sheltered sister still acted like a scared twelve year-old.

“Geez, Rachel, you think you could have packed a little lighter? Pretty sure you don’t need a year’s supply of reindeer sweaters to get you through a three week holiday, Miss Diva… ”

Rachel puffed out her cheeks in annoyance, just as her sister expected she would. Rachel was so predictable.

“You’re one to talk! You spent so many hours fixing your hair and makeup this morning that we almost missed our flight. Dad was getting worried that we would have to make last minute arrangements to take the private jet instead of first class.”

“Whatever. Let’s go to that café, Nerd. I’m gonna need some caffeine to put up with babysitting you.” Santana shrugged, swaggering over in the direction of the fancy looking indoor coffee shop that was close to the front desk and not caring if Rachel followed her or not. She considered herself an expert in ignoring Rachel Berry tantrums.

Slippery Slopes - seriously, what was up with that name? - was one of the most high-end ski resorts in the country. Even Santana couldn’t help but marvel at how massive the place was.

While she usually could care less about things like that, she had to admit the rustic, dark hardwood floors, fireplaces, and chandeliers everywhere they looked were impressive, creating an upscale but cozy atmosphere. It was early in the day but there were already so many hotel guests crowding the café area, which made Santana more annoyed as she lined up with Rachel.

“What should we do?” Rachel asked, looking over at Santana expectantly when she was halfway through her ridiculously expensive coffee drink. Everything the place offered was extremely pricey, taking advantage of the rich tourists who stayed there. The siblings had been sitting in silence for the past five minutes.

Santana sipped her own drink disinterestedly, rubbing the tip of her finger distractedly over the rim of the cup and staring off into the distance with a bored expression on her face. The shorter brunette sister was already getting a little anxious about them not having any set plan for their vacation.

They had never been to this kind of resort before. She didn’t know what guests were expected to do at a ski resort other than the obvious, which she didn’t want to do, and Santana wasn’t being very helpful.

“Who says I want to hang out with you, Tweety ?” Santana muttered, eyeing the girl’s bright outfit disdainfully. Rachel groaned slightly, rolling her eyes.

“What else would you do? Dad says we have to stay together so you can’t just run off and abandon me this time, Santana.”

“I don’t want to hang out with you,” Santana stuck out her tongue childishly and Rachel just huffed, ignoring her. Then Santana’s face adopted a scary expression, a mischievous look in her dark eyes that Rachel really didn’t like because she knew what that look usually meant. “Fine, whatever. If it’s so important for you to do everything at once today… let’s go skiing.”

“Skiing? Already? I - I don’t know, Santana. I’m not prepared. I haven’t even -”

“C’mon, Rachel, don’t get your big girl Barbie underwear in a twist. You’re seriously gonna come all the way here and not even try it once? It’ll be easy as fuck, you’ll see. I know everything about this.”

Rachel just nodded skeptically, narrowing her eyes. She knew this was going to be a bad idea but Santana seemed so confident about it. Maybe Santana knew something about ski resorts after all.

“Aren’t you going to finish that? I just paid like a million bucks for your stupid, fancy, fairy drink, so you better.”

“It was only what, like thirty dollars? That can’t be that expensive for one drink, right?”

“Just drink the damn thing so we can get out of here, Paris Hilton.”

Rachel rolled her eyes again, ignoring her quip but did as Santana said and followed her out of the café after Santana finished her own black coffee. They began walking towards some hills at the back of the resort where many other guests were heading. Rachel trembled, moving closer to Santana, who had her arms crossed over her chest. It was cold enough that they could see their breaths.

“Why do we have to do what you want?” Rachel complained, pouting as Santana came out of a rental shop and shoved a pair of skis at her, along with some ski boots while keeping the others for herself. Rachel struggled to carry them and barely kept up with Santana’s fast pace as they hobbled through thick, powdery snow. “I seriously have to wear these? They’re… they’re not very attractive!”

“I’m older so that means whatever I say goes. Put on the stupid, ugly boots.” Santana just shrugged, ignoring Rachel’s grumpy expression and whiny tone as they trekked along through the blanket of snow.

“These boots are too big for me!” Rachel added, still struggling to keep up with the taller girl when she had finally got them on. “We don’t even have a map!”

The short brunette gulped, her face turning pale as she looked around at the mountainous, rugged terrain, covered in pine trees. Rachel and Santana weren’t exactly outdoorsy people and this was all so uncomfortable for the shorter girl.

There were a bunch of different symbols on the ski marker up ahead and the two stopped to stare at them for a moment, deciding which trail they should go on first. It was completely confusing and the brunette didn’t know where to start. Rachel became more flustered, hastily pulling out her phone and looking up information about skiing.

“I- I don’t know. Will I be okay?”

“Don’t panic just yet. Of course you’ll be fine, Rachel. You have the coolest big sister on the face of the planet with you.” Santana told her confidently with a smug grin.

“No. This is silly. I’m not skiing with you!” Rachel finally shook her head after a while, annoyed with Santana’s ego and nonchalance. “And you’re not cool!”

“Fine, whatever. Your loss. You can just watch me, if you’re going to be such a scaredy cat about it.”

“We’re not even dressed properly for this activity! This guide says you need a helmet, winter pants, goggles…”

“As if I need all that lame stuff. I’m the Santana Lopez, and those rules are for losers. It’ll be fine,” Santana declared, ignoring Rachel as she pointed at a black diamond on the ski map. “Let’s do this one.”

“I- I don’t know! That’s way too advanced, Santana are you sure-”

Santana just walked ahead, ignoring Rachel then finally looked over her shoulder when she realized the other girl was still sitting in the snow cross-legged, in silence, looking rather pathetic and pouting up at her with her skis lying next to her.

“Fine, I’ll help you with your stupid skis.”

She grunted in irritation, realizing that the brunette didn’t know how to get her skis on and just crouched down to help her put them on so that they wouldn’t waste anymore time.

“Come along, Big Bird. We haven’t got all day.” Santana muttered, marching ahead to the ski lift as Rachel continued to throw her hands up and her panicked voice got louder.

“Don’t boss me around! I’m - you know that I’m very small and I can’t do anything that requires excessive muscular strength or hand eye coordination!“

“Yeah, yeah everyone knows you suck at sports. Don’t worry, a pro will teach you how.” Santana boasted, getting into the lift and Rachel reluctantly took a seat next to her at the glare Santana was giving her.

“Last time I checked, you weren’t exactly the best at athletics either and from what I’m reading here, the black diamond will be highly difficult for a beginner…”

Santana pointedly ignored her, saying nothing as Rachel rambled on.

She jabbed Rachel lightly with the ski pole and Rachel was outraged. Her jaw dropped and she jabbed the black-haired girl back in response. They continued to jab each other until Rachel got bored and crossed her arms.

“This is highly immature.” She sniffed as Santana laughed at her.

When they finally made it to the trail, Santana jumped down from the lift brashly, not even looking behind her. Rachel was scared to even get off of the lift so Santana had to practically pull her off of it with force. As they lined up behind other skiers, Rachel gulped, her eyes widening in fear and her hands went up to cover her mouth as she realized just how high up they were.

The massive, steep slope seemed so treacherous and there were all these ramps. The shorter brunette fell back on her butt on the top of the slope, earning some glares from fellow skiers lined up behind her while Santana just sped past her.

“Watch this!” She yelled at Rachel with a cocky grin. “Meet me at the bottom!”

Everything went well at first and Rachel was somewhat impressed by how Santana was managing to keep up with the others. Then Rachel watched in horror as Santana began to slip halfway down the slope and didn’t stop, falling face first and rolling the rest of the way down on her side as her skis flew off. At one point, she hit into a tree. She heard Santana yelp loudly as this all happened.

“Oh my God! She’s not even wearing a helmet! What am I going to tell Mom and Dad?!” The tiny brown-haired girl gasped, not knowing how to handle this situation.

She tried her best to walk down the slope while wearing the skis but it was immensely difficult as she had never learned how. Eventually she sort of side stepped slowly like a crab and the other skiers kept giving her strange looks, shaking their heads at the girl who was very slowly and cautiously stepping down the slope.

These contraptions she had strapped to her legs were making it such a challenge and she didn’t know how to get them off either. Rachel eventually slipped, falling on her butt and screamed as she rolled down the hill. It was painful but at least it got her to where Santana was much faster.

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Rachel gasped at the sight of the snow turning red beside Santana as the girl kept groaning quietly. One of her legs was twisted and there were cuts and scrapes all over her. They were in what seemed like a deserted area to the side of the trail, surrounded by a dense covering of pine trees.

Santana wasn’t moving, just lying on her side and Rachel yelled a few times with her powerful lungs for help from anyone who might be nearby but so far, no one had come to them. Santana winced at Rachel’s voice.

“You okay?” She rasped in a weak voice, opening one eye as Rachel skidded down beside her.

The shorter girl nodded, wincing. Santana would have teased her for the dramatic, scared look on her face if it weren’t for the fact that okay… maybe she too was a little shaken up by her ordeal.

“Guess your feathers must have cushioned the fall,” Santana chuckled at her joke and then groaned at the discomfort caused by her laughter. Her entire body was in pain. “At least I’ll get you back to Will and Emma in one piece.”

Rachel was outraged at how irresponsible Santana was being.

“Am I okay? Look at you! Look at the state you’re in! What were you thinking?! You just - I knew this was a terrible idea Santana, we should have never even attempted this! You could have - I don’t even want to say it.”

“Aww Rachie’s scared. You were worried about me?”

“No, I was not!” The brunette insisted but looked like she was on the verge of crying, her face turning a shade of red. Santana sighed.

“Alright, fine, fine. Maybe I… miscalculated a little. Don’t blow your top. I just couldn’t see anything and all that falling snow blinded me.”

As the minutes wore on, Rachel debated somehow making her way back up to the top and maybe flagging someone down for help but she could barely move and she didn’t want to leave Santana on her own.

“You clearly need medical assistance, Santana.”

“It’s no big deal,” Santana grumbled but yelped when Rachel tried to touch her leg, asking her if it hurt.

This was totally embarrassing. She had just fallen in such a ridiculous way while trying to look all impressive in front of the pretty tourist girls at the ski resort. A bunch of slim, attractive young women wearing ski masks who were gracefully zipping down the slope had all screamed when they witnessed Santana’s dramatic fall and she was pretty certain she had eaten about ten mouthfuls of snow.

“I don’t need a fucking doctor, okay? Just leave me alone.” She hissed as her sister continued to make a big deal out of her injuries.

Rachel crossed her arms in annoyance. It was becoming clear that they would be stuck out here for a while unless by some miraculous chance someone found them.

“This is so lame.” Santana grumbled.

“Hey, what was that?” Rachel whispered in a panicky tone as they heard heavy footsteps and rustling. Santana rolled her eyes.

“It’s probably just the Yeti.”

“It is not the - the Yeti! You’re making that up to scare me!”

“Oh, I think it is, Rachel. Or maybe it’s a bear.”

“It is not a bear!”

“How do you know? Maybe it’s a bear looking for a snack. You might be looking pretty tasty to it, Rachie.”

Rachel threw a snowball at her lightly, scoffing at the nickname.

“Ow, okay what the fuck? You’re attacking an injured person?”

“Well I’m cold, you need to go to a hospital, I broke three nails, and I lost my phone on the way down that mountain, I really have to go to the bathroom and I’m scared we’re going to be eaten by bears!” Rachel whimpered. “Not to mention my outfit is completely ruined now. This day is a complete disaster!”

“Rachel Berry, do not start crying right now.” Santana held up her hands warningly with the last of her strength as she saw the telltale signs of Rachel’s scrunched up crying face, tears already sliding down her cheeks as her lip wobbled.

“You’re crying too!”

“I’m not… it’s just snow in my eye.” Santana sniffled, wiping away a tear.

The two huddled together reluctantly, thinking about how awful it felt to be so cold with snow falling heavily now, all alone in this deserted area. They probably made a pathetic sight, Santana thought, weeping and whimpering about their injuries every so often. Soon, they heard footsteps again and looked up hopefully.

“Hi girls!” A friendly, booming male voice could be heard. They both jumped, thinking about the Yeti. Santana frowned when what could only be described as a Sasquatch came into view. Or maybe a big, gray abominable snowman. He was gigantic, especially from their view lying on the ground, and he was covered almost completely in snow, his body protected by furry, gray layers and wearing skis, along with all the recommended equipment. He shook himself off like one of those massive huskies.

“Told ya it was Yeti.” Santana mumbled tauntingly in Rachel’s direction.

“Hi!” Rachel squeaked at the man shyly, wringing her hands. Santana narrowed her eyes. She knew that tone of voice and that look. Of course boy crazy Rachel would be practically fainting over the first guy who talked to her.

He pushed back the hood on his jacket and all Rachel could focus on was his boyishly handsome looks from what she could see of them. He looked young to her, maybe in his mid-twenties if she had to guess with messy, short brown hair along with some stubble and he was smiling gently at Rachel. Santana groaned, completely uninterested and beyond grossed out.

“What are you two girls doing all the way out here?” He tilted his head to the side in confusion then he saw the blood all over Santana and pointed to her. “Hey, are you okay? I heard screaming out here and some girls told me someone may have got hurt… ”

“Well you see, Kind Sir, I’m so sorry but my sister and I just accidentally fell and I think she broke her leg. If you could kindly help us get back, we would appreciate that.” Rachel told him, fluttering her eyelashes while the guy just blinked at her.

Santana could not be less interested in any of this and listening to her sister attempt to flirt with Bigfoot while she was lying there freezing to death was the last thing she wanted. She nudged Rachel with her uninjured shoulder, grumbling under her breath.

“You’re seriously making big googly eyes at the first sasquatch who comes our way?”

“The girl who had every Victoria’s Secret catalogue saved since she was twelve should be the last one to talk!” Rachel hissed back at her savagely, “I know you were thinking inappropriate things when you looked at them!”

Santana felt heat rise to her face. Rachel definitely had some embarrassing secrets she could blackmail her with and the black-haired girl hated that. The guy just blinked at them again in confusion.

“Um, should I call for medical attention?” He asked while Rachel just gazed up at him in adoration, clutching her chest.

“I don’t need any help, you know. Wasn’t really a big fall,” Santana mumbled, rolling her eyes at Rachel acting like she was seeing one of her favourite Disney princes come to life. “No big deal at all.”

“Really?” A soft, girlish voice answered in a teasing tone. Santana instantly perked up as the figure of a woman came into view. She was wearing shades of bright pink all over and a fuzzy, lilac pom-pom hat.

Santana almost forgot how to speak when the woman took off her goggles and all she saw were the prettiest, crystal clear blue eyes and petal pink lips as the woman giggled softly. Her skin was so pale white and stunning. With the snow falling around her, the girl was mesmerizing. She was like some kind of angel. Santana felt better already in the presence of this Nordic goddess. She sure was a sight for sore eyes.

“Yeah,” Santana lied, trying to act casual even though she was inwardly groaning at how sore her back and arms and everything else felt. “It- it was nothing. Just a little trip and I can totally handle it. Really.”

“Really, really?” The woman tilted her head to the side playfully and gave her a goofy smile. Santana’s scowl slipped and she found herself smiling back at her because she couldn’t help it.

Brittany thought it was amusing how arrogant this scrawny woman in the leather jacket was acting, though it was nothing she hadn’t seen before from beginner skiers. When the woman leaned in to inspect her, Santana yelped in pain and surprise. She touched her arm, then her leg, making Santana jerk each time.

“Um, not that we aren’t grateful for the assistance and you certainly look prepared for this subzero weather but who exactly are you two?” Rachel piped up. “Father always says it isn’t a good idea to trust strangers.”

The woman and man just chuckled at the innocent, slightly odd way Rachel spoke.

“Oh yeah, I forgot… we work here. I’m Brittany. That’s Brittany S. Pierce - not Britney Spears - and this big gray guy is Finn Hudson. We’re ski instructors here at the resort.”

That explained a lot… Brittany S. Pierce…why did that name sound so familiar? Oh yeah…

Santana felt herself blushing deeply, remembering pictures of an insanely hot, tall blonde woman in the snow wearing nothing but ski boots and panties. And when she said nothing else she literally meant nothing else. The February edition of Sports Illustrated. Santana had been way too obsessed with that particular photoshoot and it had maybe awakened something in her.

Now that she was standing in front of her, Santana could only think of the fact that she had seen Brittany virtually naked. May God forgive me for these indecent thoughts…

It didn’t help that Brittany winked at her when Santana got flustered, as if she knew exactly where the black-haired girl’s mind was going and she didn’t seem to object.

Wait a minute… that meant… this was Brittany S. Pierce, as in the sort of famous skier who won all those competitions.

“Oh, that makes sense and it explains why you’re out here. I’m Rachel Berry and that’s my sister, Santana Lopez. It’s very nice to meet you, Finn and Brittany.” Rachel said politely to both of them, accepting this explanation.

Santana just stared at Brittany, awestruck and desperately trying to keep her cool. She was right next to a woman who could only be described as every teenage boy’s wet dream come to life and okay, maybe Santana’s as well.

“Same,” Finn nodded and continued to speak in a calm, professional voice, shaking Rachel’s hand. “We spend most of our days out on the slopes helping people learn. Um, did you two realize that you were on one of the most dangerous trails despite being total beginners? It also really isn’t a good idea for you to not wear helmets. In fact, it looks like you’re not wearing any of the proper gear today, you guys. Today just wasn’t your day.”

“I’m not some loser beginner. I know what to do.” Santana insisted, her scowl returning as she argued. Finn narrowed his eyes skeptically at this while Brittany kneeled down and leaned in closer, making Santana shiver but not from the cold.

“Um, I’m just saying… it doesn’t look that way because you could have killed yourself and your sister as well,” Finn responded in a serious tone, annoyed with Santana’s cockiness. “No offence but you two are incredibly lucky that nothing worse happened to you today when you wiped out, especially in this not so great weather. I’ve seen this happen to new people a lot out here.”

“That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to tell her. She’s so stubborn!” Rachel added in agreement.

Santana used the last of her strength to sit up, about to argue but the frown slipped away again and she was completely flustered as Brittany kneeled over in the snow and cupped her cheek, looking directly into her eyes with those searing blues. She examined the scrapes Santana had on her face with concern then glanced over at Rachel, who was also visibly upset and shaken.

“Aw, have you two been crying? You’re really cold and hurting, huh?” Brittany whispered in her gentle, comforting voice, wiping a tear from Santana’s cheek with the tip of her thumb. “You’re like little crying baby kittens. Don’t you two worry, we’ll help you get back home.”

Santana’s heart skipped a beat and her stomach fluttered, even though she was furious at herself for acting so pathetically. She felt comforted but at the same time, so very shy and bashful at this gorgeous ice maiden talking to her.

“Oh thank you, thank you! We’ve been out here for a million years.” Rachel whined, oblivious to Santana’s internal struggle. Santana groaned at how desperate and uncool Rachel was making them sound, giving her a sharp look. “We’ve never faced anything like this before. We’re hot weather, indoor people.”

Brittany and Finn giggled. Santana’s pride was bruised and she didn’t want the gorgeous, tall viking goddess to think she was helpless. She attempted to stand up on shaky legs and nearly toppled over after two steps.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” Santana shuddered as Brittany moved easily through the powdery snow and effortlessly lifted her, supporting her weight against her body. She was a few inches taller than Santana and seemingly very strong. Santana would normally protest at being carried by anyone but for some reason, it was different with this girl.

It was like Brittany read her like a book and knew Santana wouldn’t put up with being carried so she just supported as much of the black-haired girl’s weight as she would allow her to.

Santana clung to her slim body, wrapping her arms around Brittany’s shoulders and the blonde held her up so her feet didn’t touch the ground. Her heart was beating wildly at being pressed up so close to Brittany. “Good. You’re able to use your legs and arms pretty normally. At least it doesn’t seem like any of your bones are broken.”

“It- it’s okay you don’t need to -” Brittany gave Santana a knowing look with those calm, sweet blue eyes and she forgot what she was trying to argue. Instead, she just held on to the blonde, relishing the warmth and softness as Brittany’s other arm was wrapped around her thighs just under her butt, squeaking as the tall girl hoisted her up a little higher. “I - nevermind.”

“Which part of you hurts the most?” The blonde woman asked quietly. Santana forced herself to look away from her lips and tried to remember how to speak.

“Um, my arm…my back, and my face…and…my lips even… “

“Maybe I should kiss it better?” Brittany batted her eyelashes and then laughed softly, adjusting her hold on her in her arms. Santana blinked, her cheeks flaming and her heart skipped a beat again as Brittany’s arm circled her waist. She wondered if she was imagining this gorgeous creature flirting with her. Brittany was so smooth.

“Can you walk?” Finn asked Rachel, noticing that the small brunette wasn’t attempting to move. The small girl shook her head with a blush and Santana inwardly groaned, realizing Rachel just wanted to get carried by Finn. The boy bent over and took Rachel into his arms, easily holding her in a bridal style carry with one arm under her thighs.

Rachel began to panic as he lifted her and grabbed onto his jacket tightly as Finn just gave her a half smile she found so charming. She glanced up at Finn shyly, not knowing how to respond to being carried by a boy, especially in such a romantic style. This was one of her secret fantasies but she never thought it would ever happen to her.

“We can’t thank you enough, really. We wouldn’t have survived without you.” Rachel spoke dramatically.

“It’s no trouble at all,” Finn responded, glancing at Rachel nervously. She kept staring at him so interestedly and this never usually happened to him. He knew Rachel and Santana’s types - incredibly rich girls who would spend weeks at the resort without ever so much as looking at ordinary workers like Finn, far less making conversation with them. “Santana, if it’s alright I’m going to take your sister back to her hotel room, if she doesn’t have any major injuries.”

“Thanks.” Santana mumbled, still distracted by Brittany and wiping fluffy snow out of her eyes. Finn worked for the resort after all and there was no reason not to trust him with taking care of Rachel. It wasn’t like if Santana was in any shape to look after either of them right now. She tried to make some quip about Finn taking Rachel back to his igloo but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She could feel all of Brittany’s curves pressed into her and it was making her completely tongue tied.

“I know how to help you. Finn and I treat injured skiers all the time. I’ll take you back to my cabin, Santana.” Brittany informed her with a cheerful smile.

“Oh…okay.” Santana practically squeaked, not knowing what to say. Being held by Brittany alone was enough to fluster her this much and the thought of Brittany taking her back to her cabin was overwhelming. Her winter vacation was suddenly becoming a lot more interesting…

#Brittana #Santana Lopez #Brittany Pierce #Brittany S. Pierce #Glee #Rachel Berry #Brittana fanfiction #glee fanfiction #Brittana AU #Rachel Berry and Santana Lopez #My fics #Snow Angel #Kind of a Christmas fic I guess

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