So I'm between posts at the moment
Jun. 26th, 2011 10:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seriousficAnd since I know a lot of you are Rachel/Quinn fans, here's a snippet from my upcoming Glee superhero AU. If it's popular, I'll write a sequel where Santana is Catwoman.
"Does anyone want to be Quinn's partner?" Professor Holliday called. Quinn kept going to her community college out of some surely-sadomasochistic subconscious reasons. It seemed easier to just keep going than to drop it, which would seem like admitting defeat somehow. She doubted Finn wanted her to admit defeat.
And maybe she was just a little grumpy or maybe people had heard about her boyfriend, but lab partners were in scarce supply for her. She didn't care—she usually got paired with someone who thought he could set the ice queen on Defrost. But now she'd finally run out of paramours and Holly Holliday had gone Good Will Hunting on her, trying to set her up with someone so she didn't become a chemistry class old maid.
"Come on," Holliday said, "I know she's a blonde, but it won't kill you to have her for a lab partner. Although it can kill you not to mind the safety protocols, so please do that, whoever your partner is. But hey, Quinn's a hottie. I'd Mary Kay Letourneau her if you got a few drinks in me. Hey, gang, think that'd contribute to your final grade? Couldn't hurt!"
Quinn closed her eyes and prayed for something, anything, to make Holly Holliday stop talking.
"Miss Holliday!" Rachel's voice cut through the air like a whistle with perfect pitch. Quinn turned her head so hard she nearly cut her circulation off. Rachel had arrived late, wearing a pink labcoat and some sort of Kanye West safety goggles. Why would anyone even make those? "I'll be Quinn's partner!"
"And for that, I won't even count you as tardy. See, class? A good deed is its own reward."
Quinn tightened her gloves as Rachel sat down beside her. Enthusiastically, the brunette set about squaring away their work area.
"What are you doing here?" Quinn demanded.
"I go to this school. I was in the Glee club with Finn, remember? What, did you think that was the only class I took?"
Quinn resolved not to look at Rachel, and not just because of her eye-gouging fashion sense. She paged through her textbook. "I thought you were dreaming of being Liza Minelli's adopted daughter. What, is boiling acid your day job?"
"No, I'm up for a role as a scientist that James Bond sleeps with in the next movie. The notice says she's ugly, but Hollywood ugly. My agent says that's me all over!"
How did a human being have that chipper a smile? Quinn had seen people on Ecstasy with more negative outlooks on life. "Look, have you ever seen Single White Female? They've made, like, twenty movies with the exact same plot. That's you. You're the single white female."
"Actually, one of my dads has a Cherokee grandmother, so I feel like 'white' is a misnomer."
Quinn sighed. At least she could be sure of one thing. There was no way Finn could be cheating on her with this… individual.
"Let's just get this over with so I can be grateful and we can move on."
ETA: I wasn't going to write a sequel to my Vastra/Jenny story, but then I came up with a title. "Mind if I Silurian?"
"Does anyone want to be Quinn's partner?" Professor Holliday called. Quinn kept going to her community college out of some surely-sadomasochistic subconscious reasons. It seemed easier to just keep going than to drop it, which would seem like admitting defeat somehow. She doubted Finn wanted her to admit defeat.
And maybe she was just a little grumpy or maybe people had heard about her boyfriend, but lab partners were in scarce supply for her. She didn't care—she usually got paired with someone who thought he could set the ice queen on Defrost. But now she'd finally run out of paramours and Holly Holliday had gone Good Will Hunting on her, trying to set her up with someone so she didn't become a chemistry class old maid.
"Come on," Holliday said, "I know she's a blonde, but it won't kill you to have her for a lab partner. Although it can kill you not to mind the safety protocols, so please do that, whoever your partner is. But hey, Quinn's a hottie. I'd Mary Kay Letourneau her if you got a few drinks in me. Hey, gang, think that'd contribute to your final grade? Couldn't hurt!"
Quinn closed her eyes and prayed for something, anything, to make Holly Holliday stop talking.
"Miss Holliday!" Rachel's voice cut through the air like a whistle with perfect pitch. Quinn turned her head so hard she nearly cut her circulation off. Rachel had arrived late, wearing a pink labcoat and some sort of Kanye West safety goggles. Why would anyone even make those? "I'll be Quinn's partner!"
"And for that, I won't even count you as tardy. See, class? A good deed is its own reward."
Quinn tightened her gloves as Rachel sat down beside her. Enthusiastically, the brunette set about squaring away their work area.
"What are you doing here?" Quinn demanded.
"I go to this school. I was in the Glee club with Finn, remember? What, did you think that was the only class I took?"
Quinn resolved not to look at Rachel, and not just because of her eye-gouging fashion sense. She paged through her textbook. "I thought you were dreaming of being Liza Minelli's adopted daughter. What, is boiling acid your day job?"
"No, I'm up for a role as a scientist that James Bond sleeps with in the next movie. The notice says she's ugly, but Hollywood ugly. My agent says that's me all over!"
How did a human being have that chipper a smile? Quinn had seen people on Ecstasy with more negative outlooks on life. "Look, have you ever seen Single White Female? They've made, like, twenty movies with the exact same plot. That's you. You're the single white female."
"Actually, one of my dads has a Cherokee grandmother, so I feel like 'white' is a misnomer."
Quinn sighed. At least she could be sure of one thing. There was no way Finn could be cheating on her with this… individual.
"Let's just get this over with so I can be grateful and we can move on."
ETA: I wasn't going to write a sequel to my Vastra/Jenny story, but then I came up with a title. "Mind if I Silurian?"
