23 December 2009 @ 10:42 pm
"Queerleaders" (3/?) - Glee - Quinn/Rachel, Brittany/Santana - (PG)  
Title: Queerleaders (3/?)
Pairing: eventual Quinn/Rachel, established Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2351
Summary: Quinn enlists Rachel Berry's help in trying to make the Cheerios less homophobic.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters but I do own this plot.
Author's Notes: Not any legitimate spoilers (except maybe 1.04 Preggers but only kind of) since the fic is kind of AU. Quinn is not pregnant and is still on the Cheerios because I figured she should still have a little power over the girls to make the story work properly.

part one
part two
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Coach Sylvester excuses Quinn, Brittany, and Santana from Cheerios practice the day of the panel. Santana had almost cackled when she’d told Quinn over the phone the night before and Quinn had momentarily been a little worried for the rest of the squad. Well, worried until she had a flashback of the locker room and then a devious little smile had spread across her face. It’s not like it’s capital punishment or anything, just a little classical conditioning, well negative conditioning but the girls need to learn from their mistakes and Quinn’s always thought Coach Sylvester was the best at helping people in that kind of situation.

She passes a couple of Cheerios in the hall and they openly sneer at her but she glares right back, shooting daggers straight through them. Even though she doesn’t have the added bonus of her uniform today as a reminder of her power, the girls scurry off with their tails between their legs. Quinn waltzes into first period English with a smile.

Taking her normal seat in the very middle of the classroom she stares blankly at the board for all of two seconds when she sees Rachel Berry enter the room. The damn butterflies decide, exactly at that moment, that today is an excellent day for a party and Quinn grumbles in disagreement. The butterflies take no notice.

Quinn continually forgets that she has two classes with Rachel, and that Rachel usually sits near her in some capacity, and always, always smells of fresh vanilla in the mornings. She blames the butterflies for that last observation.

Rachel takes a seat to her left and looks over to Quinn with a warm smile. “I’ve reserved the Glee practice room for later tonight. I’ve told my fathers and the rest of the panel to be here near 6:30, you can come then too if you like. The panel itself doesn’t start until 7 but my fathers said they wanted to meet you.”

She tries so hard to focus on what Rachel is saying but it’s the tone she’s using that throws Quinn off completely. Rachel’s speaking softly to her, not a whisper but it’s low and almost a little breathy if Quinn listens close enough. Quinn catches herself staring at Rachel’s lower lip and she blushes lightly as she snaps herself free in time to hear the end of Rachel’s sentence. She repeats it slowly, “Your fathers want to meet me?”

“Of course they do. They’re very proud of you for wanting to do this for your friends.” Rachel’s smile gets a little wider and she turns her attention to the front of the room as the teacher begins with class. Quinn looks down at her desk and takes her bottom lip between her teeth, she feels a soft vibration at her thigh and reaches inside her pocket to fetch her phone. After putting it on silent she retrieves the new text, from Rachel.

I am too. :)

And then the butterflies start flat out moshing.

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It’s not like Quinn’s gay, well okay maybe a little, but that’s nothing she’d ever admit to out loud. If you catch her staring, Quinn’s explanation is as simple as this: she’s a teenage girl with a developing body; her hormones are going crazy, so she’s allowed to look at whatever she likes. And yes, she may be a Christian but it’s not like admiring someone from afar is anything close to accepting a homosexual lifestyle. And really, aren’t there all these churches who are accepting homosexuals as a welcome part of their congregation now? Homosexuals are allowed to believe in God, it’s not like it’s forbidden or anything.

So Quinn sits impatiently on her bed, fiddling with a stray thread on the pocket of her dress, and tries not to think of Rachel Berry’s lips or the way her legs look in her thigh-high skirts or how bright her eyes are when she sees Quinn or how her chest heaves after she’s just finished singing a solo at Glee. The last thought she isn’t supposed to be thinking makes her blush, the butterflies applaud.

Cursing herself inwardly, Quinn sits up and looks at her clock: 6:18pm. It’s almost as if the numbers are taunting her, they seem brighter, they burn into her eyes and she falls back onto her bed with a grumble.

Quinn knows it only takes 5 minutes to get to McKinley and she’s been ready to go since 5:45, dinner having been eaten, a shower taken, hair dried, curled slightly and makeup applied. Quinn doesn’t understand why she’s so nervous or why it took 3 full outfit changes to find the right dress. She kind of feels like she did just before the first date she went on with Finn, but this certainly wasn’t a date she was waiting for. She was going to a panel on homosexuality, created just for her best friends. She was going to support them and make sure the Cheerios understood that what they did was wrong. She was most certainly not going because Rachel Berry was going to be there, in a short plaid skirt.

The next 3 minutes are spent staring at the ceiling, trying, once again, not to picture any part of Rachel Berry. Quinn lifts herself off her bed slowly, one eye peering at the clock, daring it to change and once it does she all but leaps off of her bed. She slips her shoes on quickly, glances at her reflection in the mirror and then heads out to her car, a hollow goodbye echoed into the living room for her parents.

In the car on the way to McKinley, Quinn finds herself singing Colbie Caillat’s “Fallin’ For You” at the top of her lungs. She doesn’t consciously realize that she’s singing the lyrics whilst picturing Rachel’s smile from English that morning, the butterflies notice for her.

She pulls up to the parking lot and shuts off the engine, the radio dies out slowly. Quinn looks at her hair in the mirror, runs a finger under her bottom lip to wipe away a little excess lip gloss then heads into the school with her head held high. Once inside she heads down to the main hall towards the Glee practice room. Before she can even see the door she hears boisterous laughter emanate into the hall, doesn’t mean to notice Rachel’s laugh but picks it out easily. She shuffles forward along the hall and stands in the doorway for just a second before stepping inside.

“We have a visitor,” a tall African-American man says as he spots Quinn standing just inside the door.

Rachel turns around in wave of brown hair, all plaid skirt and knee socks. She bounds up to Quinn with a smile and takes the girl’s hand, leading her into the room a little farther. “Daddy this is Quinn Fabray. Quinn, this is my father, Michael.”

Michael reaches out and clasps Quinn’s free hand with both of his own large ones and smiles, “It’s very nice to meet you, Quinn. We’ve heard a lot about you.”

Rachel smiles sweetly and squeezes Quinn’s hand slightly before she lets go, “And this is my other father, Eli.” A shorter, balding man with glasses offers his hand and Quinn takes it once Michael lets go. He smiles at her and adjusts his glasses slightly, “Yes, very nice to meet you, Quinn. We’re very proud of you you know. Not many kids your age would stand up for your friends the way you did.”

“I didn’t…,” Quinn starts because she hadn’t actually told Rachel all that happened. But as soon as she feels an arm slide around her waist she smells that familiar bubblegum scent and smiles as Brittany leans her head against Quinn’s shoulder. “I told them,” is all Brittany offers as she squeezes Quinn’s side lightly.

“Well actually I did most of the telling,” Santana says as she sidles up next to Brittany and grabs the blonde’s hand.

“I helped though,” Brittany says as she snaps her head up to glare at Santana for all of a second before she starts giggling.

“Of course,” Santana says with a smile.

“Debbie!” Michael shouts unexpectedly, his hands up in the air and a wide smile on his face as he looks towards the door once again.

“Oh, Michael, always with the warm welcome. Come over here and help me with these would you?” A rosy-cheeked brunette trundles through the door carrying a couple of pink boxes and Quinn just kind of stares as Coach Sylvester follows the woman in carrying a couple of brown bags herself.

“Sue, sweetheart, just put those on the table alright, I’ll get everything set up.” Debbie calls to Sue as Michael helps her unload her parcels onto the table against the wall.

“Can do, Deb,” Sue says as she places the bags on the table and brushes off the front of her button down slightly. And still all Quinn can do is stare. She’s never seen Coach Sylvester in anything but a track suit, so that’s one thing, but when she goes over and presses a kiss to Debbie’s forehead Quinn has to use all the strength she can muster to keep her jaw from dropping to the floor.

Santana reaches around Brittany and pats Quinn on the arm playfully, “Stop staring, you perv.”

Quinn whips her head towards Santana with wide eyes, “You knew?”

“Of course I did, especially after this one,” Santana elbows Brittany lightly, “decided she liked it best right after Cheerios practice.”

“In the showers,” Brittany says flatly.

“She caught you?” Quinn breathes, mortified enough for the both of them.

“Jesus, no,” Santana spits, “B’s just really good at kissing me when people are around.”

“Sorry,” Brittany says, ducking her head down, “but you’re just really pretty.”

“I know,” Santana smirks and kisses Brittany on the cheek, “and so are you.” Brittany perks right back up and her eyes go saucer-like as she looks over to the table and finds more than a couple dozen cupcakes being set out on the table by Debbie while Michael unpacks all the drinks.

“Cupcakes!” The blonde all but shouts as she squirms out from between Santana and Quinn to join Debbie.

Debbie just laughs and pats Brittany on the shoulder, “As many as you want darlin’, I’m sure Sue will give you a break from that dreadful diet she’s put you on.” Debbie smiles at Sue who shakes her head and smirks. “Go ahead B, Debbie’s cupcakes are heaven.”

Brittany’s smile gets even wider as she reaches for a rainbow-topped cupcake. She brings the cupcake to eye level and stares it down, eyes squinting as she examines every inch of it. Santana starts laughing and Quinn looks to her, confused. “Brittany’s really serious about her sweets,” is all Santana says and Quinn shakes her head with a smile.

“Ms. Sylvester, I’m really glad you decided to participate in the panel,” Rachel says, moving forward to approach the woman, brushing against Quinn’s shoulder as she does so. Quinn can’t believe she’d nearly forgotten Rachel was in the room, inwardly scolds herself as she tries not to check out Rachel’s ass as the singer saunters a little forward to talk with Coach Sylvester.

“It’s my pleasure, Rachel. I’m still in disbelief as to what Q told me about the girls and it is part of my job as their coach to set them straight, so here I am.” Sue smiles as Debbie comes up alongside her and grabs her hand, squeezing it tightly. Quinn wishes Rachel were still standing next to her.

“I’m glad you made it too, Debbie,” Rachel says with a brilliant smile. “And thank you so much for the cupcakes, I’ve been craving them since we finished up the last of them at my birthday. I think a trip to the bakery might be in order soon.”

“Rachel, your birthday was in August,” Michael starts in as he comes up behind Eli and wraps his arms around the smaller man’s torso.

“Yes, and I’ve been craving them ever since. My sweet tooth is all your doing,” Rachel says with a cheeky grin as she turns to face her fathers, and consequently, Quinn. The brunette glances briefly at Quinn and then to the empty space next to her and then squeezes her way between her fathers and Quinn.

Quinn tries not to sigh as the back of their hands rub gently against each other and Rachel starts to playfully fiddle with Quinn’s fingers.

“Where’s Kurt?” Brittany asks, her cupcake seems to have magically disappeared, well except for the fact that she’s got icing all along her bottom lip. Santana swoops in and kisses Brittany soundly, removing the icing and subsequently any other thought on Brittany’s mind, if there even were any.

“Kurt was having a bonding night with his father so he couldn’t make it,” Eli speaks up as he looks to the door and sees a couple Cheerios walk solemnly into the room, avoiding any eye contact.

Brittany clutches onto Santana’s hand and Quinn can see Santana physically steel herself and can feel her own steely gaze setting into place, her eyebrows knit as she follows the girls across the room. Rachel turns to Quinn with somewhat of a frown and grasps the blonde’s hand lightly in what Quinn would assume to be a steadying gesture but just proves to wake up the butterflies.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” Coach Sylvester starts as she lifts Debbie’s hand to her lips to kiss it gently. She shoots a glare at a hushed comment from one the Cheerios and the girl practically falls out of her seat. Quinn laughs openly.

Santana sits at the end of the row with Brittany at her right. Quinn sits next to Brittany with Rachel at her right and the four of them watch as Michael, Eli, Sue, and Debbie take their seats at a couple of tables set at the front of the room. Quinn hopes the next hour will prove beneficial.

part four (the end)
 
 
Current Mood: hopeful
 
 
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[identity profile] likekazam.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 04:08 am (UTC)
Not going to lie, I did squeel a little and do a mental happy dance when I saw this.
Happy to see the return of the butterflies and Quinn's thoughts on homosexuals allowed to believe in God. I do the exact same thing as her(preparing to go to the panel) whenever I'm about to see someone important, I suppose we all do.
Awesome job again!
Emma: dianna agron[identity profile] falsealarm715.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 04:15 am (UTC)
I figured I should touch a little on Quinn's beliefs, I didn't want to just have her jump on the homo-wagon immediately. And I'm pretty sure most everyone's done what Quinn did before the panel, I definitely have.

I'm very happy you liked it.
[identity profile] let-me-stop.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 04:26 am (UTC)
Gah! Why do you have to end it there, you tease. I can't wait for the next chapter. I can't really single out a couple that I think is the cutest but omg Sue and Debbie.

Quinn's butterflies are ninja.
Emma: dianna agron[identity profile] falsealarm715.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 04:31 am (UTC)
xD I don't mean to tease, but maybe I do, okay I don't, my mind needed a refresher (aka very loud Glee singing). I'm surprised at how much gushy cute I fit into this part, I'm glad you liked it.

♥ Butterflies.
[identity profile] susurrusnight.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 04:26 am (UTC)
I was kind of annoyed that I had to stay awake at my computer and wait for an extra hour before I can go to sleep (babysitting) but am now very happy, because I got to read this. :)

I can't wait to see what happens next. Keep it up!
Emma: dianna agron[identity profile] falsealarm715.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 04:33 am (UTC)
Firstly, YOUR ICON. ♥ ♥

Secondly, boo babysitting, but yay for you liking the fic. I hope I can keep you reading. :)
[identity profile] susurrusnight.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 03:29 pm (UTC)
Lol, I'm glad you like the icon - especially since I'm new to LJ and just realized that you're supposed to have one, so I opened up photoshop and churned it out in about ten minutes.

You will definitely keep me reading. ^_^ (After all, if I don't, you might sic the butterflies on me. And that would be unpleasant.)
Emma: dianna agron[identity profile] falsealarm715.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 06:06 pm (UTC)
Oh I wouldn't sic the butterflies on you, I might just cry a little lol, jk, but maybe not. But you're safe from the butterflies at least. :)
novak_fan: Quinn/Rachel[personal profile] novak_fan on December 24th, 2009 05:37 am (UTC)
Aggghhh I want to read more! I'm totally hooked now, hope you update soon :) Great job so far.

PS:Butterflies FTW
Emma: dianna agron[identity profile] falsealarm715.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 05:46 am (UTC)
I'm happy everyone likes the butterflies so much, 'cause I straight up ♥ them. I'm gonna try to finish before Christmas because I won't have internet this weekend and I don't want everyone to have to wait. So you'll read the rest soon, promise.
novak_fan: Lea&Dianna BFF[personal profile] novak_fan on December 24th, 2009 06:03 am (UTC)
I mean, butterflies + Quinn = utterly adorable. You're awesome, I'm glad we don't have to wait that much. Already looking forward for the next chapter!
Emma: dianna agron[identity profile] falsealarm715.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 06:10 am (UTC)
They are a rather adorable pair, Quinn&her butterflies, I'm happy I've decided to keep them up through the fic and I'm happy you like them too.
[identity profile] heart1e55m00mba.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 09:06 am (UTC)
And then the butterflies start flat out moshing.

LOLZ. Awesome update. Brittany is so adorable. I'm really enjoying Quinn and her losing battle with the butterflies.
Emma: dianna agron[identity profile] falsealarm715.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 06:13 pm (UTC)
Those butterflies are pesky little demons. I had to make Brittany adorable, it's what she does best. And I like making Quinn lose to the butterflies, it's fun to write. :)
[identity profile] spencer-t.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 02:53 pm (UTC)
Awesome!!!
:)
Emma: dianna agron[identity profile] falsealarm715.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 06:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you, I'm glad you think so.
[identity profile] krumnut.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 05:01 pm (UTC)
Well, for one "I THINK I'M FALLIN' FOR YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU"

I'm sorry, I've just been singing that under my breath while reading.

2, That was kinda awesome, I'm sad for No Kurt, but I can see his reasons if we're sticking to canon. Can't wait for more.
Emma: dianna agron[identity profile] falsealarm715.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 06:16 pm (UTC)
I was trying to pick some song for Quinn to sing and I was like "WELL DUHHHHH", I was definitely singing it for a while while writing. It's very catchy.

Yea I kind of wanted to do Kurt but I was a little worried about his characterization so I thought I'd just stick with grown-ups for now. Also I didn't really want Kurt to get picked on any more, the adults could handle any backlash.

I'm glad you liked it.
[identity profile] xxinmydreams.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 05:09 pm (UTC)
I'm loving this story and quinns freakin adorable butterflys
plz update soon
lol I thought sue was gay in the show bit then she went out with that dude and I was like o.o
Emma: dianna agron[identity profile] falsealarm715.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 06:18 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you like Quinn's butterflies, and don't worry an update should be up by tonight.

Ryan Murphy's tricky like that so I decided to just go for it with this story. Sue's definitely the definition of a lesbian, as Rachel would say.
[identity profile] miss-darkmoon.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 09:11 pm (UTC)
Haha, this was awesome :D I love Debbie, and Rachel's fathers, and the butterflies were pretty great :D

If you're into more constructive feedback, I thought you had enough of the butterflies in that one scene - the next was a bit overkill - but it was still really great :) If not, ignore this, because this was awesome anyways (I love what you've been doing with Sue!)
Emma: dianna agron[identity profile] falsealarm715.livejournal.com on December 24th, 2009 09:20 pm (UTC)
You know I was a little worried about my butterfly level in this part, so thanks for telling me, it's much appreciated.

And I'm glad you're happy with Sue, I hope you like how she turns out in the final part too. :)
[identity profile] miss-darkmoon.livejournal.com on December 31st, 2009 07:55 pm (UTC)
Haha, I did like how Sue turned out...

And you're welcome for the butterfly thing... It makes more sense seeing it as an on-giong thing, because I thought it was just going to be for that scene, but still :)
Emma: smiley lea[identity profile] falsealarm715.livejournal.com on December 31st, 2009 08:22 pm (UTC)
Still thank you, and I'm happy you liked what happened with Sue. :)
[identity profile] miss-darkmoon.livejournal.com on January 4th, 2010 07:24 am (UTC)
You're welcome :) I'm an aspiring novellist/editor, and I always feel bad giving constructive criticism on fic because I can never tell who's trying to get that kind of feedback to improve and who's not (oh wow, that sounded really bad, that wasn't meant as an insult!), so this is hopeful for the internet, lol.
Emma: dianna agron[identity profile] falsealarm715.livejournal.com on January 4th, 2010 07:36 am (UTC)
Hah, no I really do appreciate it. If my writing were shit I'd really want someone to tell me, so your feedback was definitely wanted, thank you.
[identity profile] miss-darkmoon.livejournal.com on January 4th, 2010 07:38 am (UTC)
Awesome :D I'll keep that in mind for future fic ^^,
Emma: dianna agron[identity profile] falsealarm715.livejournal.com on January 4th, 2010 07:40 am (UTC)
Alright, sounds like a plan. Thanks in advance.
[identity profile] miss-darkmoon.livejournal.com on January 4th, 2010 07:53 am (UTC)
No prob :D
[identity profile] voodoochild-101.livejournal.com on December 25th, 2009 12:36 pm (UTC)
I love that the butterflies have role of their own.
Hmm... I'm still trying to grip my head around nice!Sue... I just... I can't. I really can't. When I watched the ep where Sue was in lust with the dude from the station I was just like... NO! SUE IS NOT NICE!!!!! GAH!!!!

Other wise though, it was a very cute chapter. :)
Emma: dianna agron[identity profile] falsealarm715.livejournal.com on December 25th, 2009 02:39 pm (UTC)
I know, nice!Sue was a little hard for me to write but since the topic involved her I figured she'd be rather nice about it. Sorry if she was too nice though, I've never been all that good at writing angry characters.

Glad you thought it was cute. :)
[identity profile] jackson-nash.livejournal.com on December 26th, 2009 07:58 am (UTC)
Aww. EVERYONE WAS SO FLUFFY AND CUTE. 'specially Santana kissing the icing off of Brittany.
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[identity profile] spashley20.livejournal.com on January 11th, 2010 05:24 am (UTC)
“Sorry,” Brittany says, ducking her head down, “but you’re just really pretty.”

soo adorable, both faberry and britana!
Emma: dianna agron[identity profile] falsealarm715.livejournal.com on January 11th, 2010 05:52 am (UTC)
Brittany. ♥