Detour || Dave and Quinn
Dave frowned at Quinn’s hurried response. There was a falseness to her gratitude, almost like she didn’t believe what he’d just said. He didn’t know how that could be. He wasn’t interested in girls, but he wasn’t stupid or blind. He could still appreciate their beauty and he knew enough to know that Quinn was one of the most beautiful people he’d ever met. How could she possible look at herself and not see that? he wondered. Then again, Kurt was one of the most beautiful people he’d ever met and he too didn’t seem to think he was even remotely attractive. Some part of Dave knew that looks weren’t everything, but when he was in the category of not classically attractive it was hard to not feel like they were.
His frown deepened as she referred to his relationship with Hunter. Yes, he had love and he knew that above all things that was really what was supposed to matter, only… “Not really,” he said quietly as he stared down at the floor. “I think…sometimes I think it’s all crap. I mean…I love Hunter, I do, but it’s…it’s not the same kind of love I feel when I think about…when I think about Kurt. I know that’s awful, but I think…I think he feels the same way, only about Rory. We love each other, but I think he’s going to let me go the second I finally get my head screwed on straight again.”
Quinn tried to keep her face in check as Dave spoke about Hunter. And love. It wasn’t that Quinn couldn’t relate to him — she could. She had been in several relationships that didn’t feel right. Didn’t feel like they should have felt, with the butterflies and blushing and everything they wrote about in movies. The most she had fallen for someone had left her to fall to rock bottom, so Quinn wasn’t all too optimistic about the idea of true love. But the one thing Quinn did not understand was how Dave could talk about love so pessimistically when he had it. When he had had it once with Kurt, and now with Hunter. Never mind the drama between them. He had the privilege of pointing to someone, declaring his affections for them, and having them reciprocate. And he was brave enough to do so.
“But you have love,” Quinn repeated, and there was an edge to her voice this time. “You have a boy, or maybe even two, who loves you for you.” She crossed her legs and regarded him with a slight frown. “Everyone wants that and you have it.” She shook her head, realizing she was starting to get irritated. Maybe even a little… jealous? “I’m sorry. It’s just that, I think you’re lucky.”
(Source: neverthepromqueen, via cure-the-karofsky77)
Detour || Dave and Quinn
Dave sat back in his chair a little and studied Quinn. He was a little amazed that she hadn’t already gotten up and left if not for him just being awkward and boring, but also that he was responsible for breaking her best friend’s heart. He knew Kurt tried to say that he was the one who ruined everything and that it wasn’t Dave’s fault, but he couldn’t help but feel that way. He felt his stomach sink in guilt as he thought about Kurt being alone while he had Hunter. He tried to push it away, because it wasn’t fair, he was only trying to do what Kurt wanted, but still…seeing Quinn looking at him like that made him feel like he’d done something bad.
He stared at her curiously as she lamented other people having it all. “Um…yeah, that does suck, but you’re….well, I mean…look at you,” he said as he gestured towards her. “You’re skinny, you’re pretty, you’re a cheerleader, and you’re smart. You’re not even a bitch like Santana either, so anyone would be crazy not to like you.”
Quinn had to refrain from averting her eyes at Dave’s words. How many times had she heard people say that? Pretty, beautiful, gorgeous. After a while it stopped meaning much. And how many times had Quinn learned that being pretty and acting a certain way wasn’t enough to get what she wanted? Things always seemed to go sour before her eyes. But Dave didn’t know that. Few people did.
“Oh. Thank you,” she said again. “No one has everything, though,” she added a little wistfully. She gave him a small smile in an attempt to put him at ease. Really, there wasn’t a reason they couldn’t be friendly with one another. And even if she could never admit it aloud, there were a lot of things Quinn wanted that Dave seemed to have. Strength — she didn’t know all the details but knew he had been through a lot, someone who loved him. “You have what matters, Dave.”
(Source: neverthepromqueen, via cure-the-karofsky77)
One Step Closer || Faberry
The thought of Rachel Berry, dancing and jamming out to a rap song was completely proposterous if anything else. The tiny girl, shaking her hips while belting out crude lyrics and even the occasional inappropriate gesture that matched the tune was an idea that most people couldn’t even fathom. Quinn however, found it… cute? Had she heard her right or was she so head over heels for this breaktaking girl that Rachel was experiencing “Selective Hearing” syndrome? However the cute way in which Quinn rushed for the glass of water completely disregarded that thought. It only made her cheeks heat up further. “Thank you, Quinn…” she said with a hint of airiness to her voice, sounding more like she was completely enraptured by this girl.
Upon hearing the quiet admission, Rachel burst into a fit of giggles. Boy bands? Really? The image of Quinn as one of those crazy fangirls fangirling over a bunch of teenage “heartthrobs” struck her as completely amusing, but in the good way. “So you were one of those girls, huh? Oh, Quinn…” Her hand came up to wipe under her eye, only emphasizing the hilarity of her statement. Oh, what if Quinn thought she was laughing at her? “I apologize, I find that very adorable actually.” They were comfortable enough to share little compliments here or there, so Rachel didn’t even feel the heat rush to her cheeks that time. It felt completely normal. Too normal. ”Mandy Moore is a singer that you and I can agree on.”
She hadn’t realized that they had been talking for so long, that she was finishing off the remains of her risotto. “You know, Quinn, you honestly didn’t have to order a vegan meal. I’ve been on dates before, with boys I might add, who stacked their plates high with meat. I know that you enjoy your… bacon, is it?” The brunette would never confess it aloud, but she found it completely endearing that Quinn cared enough to order a vegan meal. Eating the last piece of risotto, Rachel hummed and placed her fork down. “I don’t think I want to order any dessert as I’m far too full.”
Quinn smiled some more, enchanted with the idea of being able to make Rachel burst into laughter like that, so much that tears had come to her eyes. “So, yes. I won’t tell if you won’t tell,” she added playfully. She couldn’t tell if they were simply at ease with one another, or if they were flirting. And really, she didn’t care, because things were going well. Much better than she could have expected. Whatever hump they had just overcome had made it so that their conversation flowed smoothly and the smiles and giggles came easily.
Well, obviously the brunette had been with other people. Who wouldn’t be enamored, or at least interested, in her? Rachel was one of the most interesting people Quinn had ever met. But still. The thought of other people made Quinn’s hand twitch imperceptibly. She had always been possessive over her significant others. Not that Rachel was a significant other. She was just… significant. “Bacon’s definitely one of my favorite foods,” Quinn answered with only a little hint of shame. She could never give up bacon. It had been a huge inside joke within her family – back when they used to joke around – that the way to Quinn’s heart was cheerleading and a sizable BLT. “But it’s no problem. It was nice, trying something different.” She punctuated her sentence with a last sip of water and set her glass down with a light clink, and nodded in response to Rachel’s words. The mushrooms had been surprisingly filling. “I’m ready to head out if you are.” On cue, the waiter bustled over and cleared off their table. Quinn told him they were nearly done and he went to go get the check.
She turned back to Rachel. She didn’t want this night to be over just yet. Then they’d have to go back to their dorm and they’d be busy once more with activities and the musical and whatnot. “Do you want to maybe take a walk with me?” she asked. Quinn held her hand to her side, but she could definitely see herself reaching forward and taking Rachel’s hand in her own. She could do it this time, she knew it. “Before it gets too dark out, I mean.” Time really had passed quickly.
One Step Closer || Faberry
Her brown eyes swirled with fascination and as she listened in on Quinn describing her pastimes, the way she spoke with such a casual air about herself surprised Rachel, to say the least. She made it sound as if she wasn’t interesting at all which contrasted completely in comparison to the image she had conjured in her own mind. How couldn’t the blonde see what the brunette saw? Quinn was gorgeous, intelligent and popular yet she was on a date with Rachel Berry, theatrical geek and “loser” of every high school she ever attended. The Glee Club Captain, the girl who found argyle to be attractive… Of course, she never let other’s critical opinions about anything other than her talent nibble and bite at her, but sometimes —just sometimes— it did make her re-evaluate herself. The only thing that kept her head held high was the fact that high school wasn’t everything. Outside of the four walls of the classroom, her talent was envied and desired, everything else was disregarded. Her attires, the annoying qualities about her, that didn’t matter. She was attractive, she was talented, her acting skills could be compared to no one’s she had ever had the pleasure of meeting and that… that was all that mattered.
Catching herself going off on a tangent with her inner thoughts, Rachel shook them off and honed all of her attention back onto the beautiful girl sitting opposite of her. “What do I enjoy listening to apart from the greatest Broadway star that has ever graced the stage?” She pondered, tapping her chin with her forefinger and delving deep into the back of her mind to find the answer. Oh, she could think of one. If everyone had knew that the small diva listened to this band, well, they probably wouldn’t have believed her at all. Bringing her hands together, the brunette fidgeted with them while a grin formed slowly on her face. “Contrary to popular belief, I listen to other songs that aren’t featured in a hit musical such as…” Her tone lowered a little at the silly confession. “Chris Brown. I like Chris Brown and LMFAO.” Raising her head again, a chuckle left her lips. “It sounds utterly ridiculous and I cannot fathom why I like them but I just do! Oh this is so embarrassing,” she groaned hiding her flushed face. Back home Rachel Berry loved to crack up a few tunes, grab her bedazzled microphone and jam out to songs like Forever and Sexy and I Know It. ”Now it’s your turn! You now know my embarrassing secret indulgence so now it’s your turn to hear your confession,” she playfully teased back, catching a bite of some of her risotto meal.
She smiled widely, incredulously, at Rachel’s unexpected admission. “I guess it’s not that ridiculous. They have some good songs,” Quinn let out a small chuckle though, picturing the smaller girl belting out rap lyrics. “I think it’s cute that you like them, actually.” The compliment had slipped out before Quinn even realized it; she had become comfortable enough that her usual filter had gone by the wayside. Smooth, Quinn. She took a sip of her water as a way to stop herself from blurting out any further observations about the girl across from her. Like the endearing way the blush crept over Rachel’s face as she spoke, or the way her hands and fingers fluttered around when she was trying to make a point. Absolutely adorable.
“My guilty pleasure… I suppose it’d have to be all those boy bands from the 90s,” Quinn said, another smile coming to her face. ” It was a bit of an understatement; her middle school days had consisted of her and Frannie begging their parents to let them go to their concerts. If anyone asked her about it now she’d say she was simply going along with what her friends were doing, but Quinn really had been hooked on their cheesy lyrics and music videos. Not that this was some significant or pivotal secret of Quinn’s, but it still felt like a relief to share a little of herself with Rachel. Usually she was too nervous to do much else when she was around the brunette.
She continued working through her pasta, meeting Rachel’s eyes every so often. “N’Sync, New Boys on the Block, and the Backstreet Boys. And… Mandy Moore. She was great too,” she cited with an embarrassed smile. Well, she figured Rachel wouldn’t tell anyone. She hoped. God forbid if anyone got hold of her iPod. “’Bye Bye Bye’ was my anthem in the 8thgrade.” She shook her head slightly and let out a real laugh.
Detour || Dave and Quinn
Dave shifted a little uncomfortable as he felt like Quinn might have noticed the tears in his eyes, but she didn’t say anything, so he let it go and coughed instead. He sat up straight and rubbed his arms, realizing that they were a little sore. He shrugged again and nodded as she spoke. “Yeah, some of those guys are always in the gym whenever I pass by, no matter what time of day, they’re always in there. And they’re all really…they’re way too small to be working out that much. But, uh…guys like me need about all the exercise we can get,” he said with a self-deprecating smile.
“Some guys are lucky like Hunter or…or Kurt. They never had to do anything and they just stay so small…” he said before breaking off into a quiet sigh. He looked up and realized he was probably boring the girl to death not to mention being pretty rude, at least by his father’s standards. “Um, sorry. I didn’t ask if you wanted anything. We’ve got, I mean…I’ve got a little fridge in here. There’s not much, but I have water and soda and stuff if you want something,” he said as he pointed to a little refrigerator tucked away in the corner. It had belonged to both him and Kurt at one point, the boy Dave had once called his using it mostly to keep his beloved sherbert in so he didn’t have to go all the way down to the kitchen every time he wanted some, but now it was just Dave’s he realized sadly.
She tilted her head to the side slightly, getting the uneasy feeling she had stumbled upon a source of discomfort for Dave. “Oh… well, you’re right. Kurt’s got better legs than all of us.” The joke felt a little forced; Quinn felt like she had to say more. She didn’t have a perfect record in that department but she had to try. For Kurt’s sake. If there was even a sake for him left at all. Because even if Dave was lifting weights for hours in front of the television, he still had someone who loved him. Quinn didn’t speak to either of them much but she could tell they were happy. It made her sad on behalf of Kurt, to see that and know that Dave had found someone else.
“I’m fine, but thank you,” Quinn gave him a small smile. She could tell he was trying. Suddenly, it didn’t feel as awkward, sitting with and talking with him. “I know what you mean, though. Some people just have it all.” She kept her voice light but her words were something that she had thought about numerous times before. Perfection was something she had always wanted — and her parents had always expected nothing less — but she hadn’t succeeded in all these years of trying.
(Source: neverthepromqueen, via cure-the-karofsky77)
Detour || Dave and Quinn
Dave smiled slightly and gestured for Quinn to take a seat wherever she felt like. He’d forgotten how empty the room was without all of Kurt’s stuff in there. With two of them it suddenly felt more evident and for a moment he felt his throat close up and his eyes begin to water, but he pushed it down and away. Quinn didn’t come here to see him cry. True, she hadn’t really come here to see him at all, but still…she certainly probably didn’t care to see that he told himself as he finished putting his equipment away.
“Oh that?” he said, gesturing towards the stuff. “Nah, I was pretty much done anyway. I’d already been at it for like an hour…” he glanced at the clock to verify his time, “an hour and a half or so, so it’s cool. Need a little break anyway,” he said with a slight shrug. The little bit he’d set up in his room wasn’t great and he knew there was a gym he could use, but every time he thought about just going down there for a little bit he’d start to feel overwhelmed by anxiety.
At his urging, Quinn pulled out his desk chair and took a seat in it. She felt a little more comfortable now. Still, she had to refrain from looking all around the room in curiosity. She knew that Dave was with Hunter now, and a big part of her wondered if it had been all that easy for him to move on to someone new. She wondered if Kurt was no longer significant to Dave. If maybe the clearing out of half of their room had also meant that Kurt had no place in Dave’s heart either. She wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or bothered by this. Her gaze flickered back to Dave’s. Was it just her, or was there a little more tension in his face than before she had mentioned Kurt?
“Well, I wouldn’t want you to tear a muscle,” she realized how odd that sounded, coming from someone she barely spoke to. “It’s just um, a lot of guys around here work out way too much and I’m pretty sure it’s not a good thing.
(Source: neverthepromqueen, via cure-the-karofsky77)
Detour || Dave and Quinn
Dave nodded and relaxed a bit as he pulled the door back a little more, wondering if he should invite the girl in or if she would just leave, disappointed that her friend wasn’t here and instead found the person responsible for screwing everything up for him. He waited in the short silence the spanned between them, his hands absentmindedly tugging down the sleeves of his jacket as he waited to see what the blonde would do.
He was surprised to hear her speak as though she were interested in what he was doing. He stepped back, making room for her to enter if she wanted and gestured vaguely towards the television. “Yeah, I dunno. One of those specials on History Channel that’s all about how aliens have been around since forever and how they like…control the world and all that bull crap. It’s alright, I guess. X Files is definitely better, though,” he said with a smirk as he moved back to his seat to put his weights away.
Quinn looked up at him, seeing the hesitant look in his eyes. He seemed to decide that he wouldn’t mind her coming into the room, so she took a tentative step inside, nodding slightly in a silent thanks. She wasn’t sure if he was inviting her inside because he wanted to or felt obligated to, but did it matter? Maybe she could get something out of this chance meeting with Dave.
“I never watched the X-Files,” she said as he went back inside. She followed a few steps behind and stood near his desk, watching him put some equipment away. ”I just know it’s crazy and David Duchovny’s in it.” She smiled at the memory of her older sister insisting she watch the science fiction show with “the cutest guy alive” and the creepy intro music. “Were you working out?” she raised an eyebrow and wondered why he wasn’t simply in the gym with the other guys. “If you’re busy, I’ll leave.”
(Source: neverthepromqueen, via cure-the-karofsky77)
Detour || Dave and Quinn
Dave had been staring mindlessly at the TV for the past hour as he worked out. He’d been engrossed in some History channel special about aliens or some bullshit when he’d heard a knock at the door. He set down his weights and leaned over to check his phone. He hadn’t heard it go off or alert him that he had any messages and usually Hunter would text him before popping in. He unlocked his phone and found no new messages and frowned. Sighing, he stood up to pull on his hoodie and answer the door.
He wondered if there was some kind of inspection he didn’t know about as he shuffled his way to the door and opened it slowly. He blinked in surprise a few times to see Quinn standing there. “Um…hey, Quinn…” he said, a puzzled expression on his face. He wondered if she was looking for Kurt, being that they were best friends and a flare of panic ran up his spine. “Is everything alright? I mean, is Kurt…is he okay? Are you okay?” he asked nervously.
“Kurt’s fine. I mean…” she trailed off, unsure of what she was supposed to say. “I’m fine, thank you,” Quinn added. “I was going to visit Kurt but then I remembered he moved rooms.” He had been the cause of a lot of pain on Kurt’s end, but Quinn didn’t hate Dave; the few times they had spoken, he’d seemed like a nice enough guy. She would always be wary of him on principle, but now he just seemed like an average guy. Not one who could make her best friend so sad and unsure about everything.
Over his shoulder she could see into the room. Kurt had definitely left. His side of the room contained a bare bed and the end table was absent of his usual things. Quinn wanted to leave, but now that they were face-to-face, she found herself a little curious of Dave. And she still had those hours to kill before practice. “So… are you watching the X-Files or do you actually believe in aliens?”
(Source: neverthepromqueen, via cure-the-karofsky77)
Detour || Dave and Quinn
Quinn shut her Art History textbook with a sigh of relief, straightened in her seat, and scanned the library. The place was emptying out as students went down to the cafeteria to get some dinner or head off to sports practices. But Quinn wasn’t hungry, and Cheerios practice wasn’t for another couple hours. She pursed her lips, then decided to do what she normally did when she was bored: find Kurt.
They hadn’t spoken much since he’d gotten back from his trip, but Quinn was always eager to spend time with her best friend. She packed up her things and exited the library, following the familiar route to the boys’ wing, and specifically, Kurt’s room. She halted in front of the closed door and knocked. She heard the sounds of someone inside, but the footsteps sounded heavier and the TV didn’t seem to be playing something Kurt would normally watch.
Quinn realized her mistake a moment later; Kurt had moved out of his room. He had told her so. So the only person who would be there to greet her was not her best friend, but her best friend’s ex. It was too late to bolt, though; Quinn’s eyes widened as she heard footsteps on the other side of the door, and she straightened out her expression as best she could as Dave cracked it open.
Sweet Dreams are Made of These - Emily Browning
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