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The sound of shouting in the Mess Hall is what attracts Miranda’s attention and pulls her, unhappily, from her work.
“What on Earth is going on out here?” she says, stepping out of her room in time to see Jack standing on the table, flaring biotically, opposite a very, very pissed looking Morrigan, who has her staff in her hands.
Everything around them is smashed. The chairs are scattered, the lights are broken and nothing that should be intact actually is.
She almost calls Grunt and Shepard to help hold them back.
Almost.
“Fuck you! That’s my bed too! You can’t have it!”
Miranda tilts her head. What.
“I find your use of obscenities just proves you are without the ability to use good English to make your point.”
“Fuck you!” Jack shoves Morrigan biotically and she counters by turning Jack to ice.
“Jack!” Miranda exclaims.
The ice spell wears off and Jack reacts by jumping off the table at Morrigan and hitting her with a stasis field.
“Jack!” Miranda shouts. She wants to use her own biotics to stop them, but she somehow doubts she could hold her own against either of them easily.
Morrigan comes out of the stasis field, raises her staff and exclaims, “I will have that bed!”
And with that… the penny drops.
Miranda slams both of them with biotics and they fly in opposite direction. Morrigan hits the wall, but Jack just slides across the floor. They both turn on Miranda, who raises her hands, both glowing blue, and shouts, “It is my bed! It is my choice who sleeps in it!”
Morrigan seems to actually acknowledge this, lowering her staff a bit, and then she says, “I wish to sleep in your bed.”
This declaration actually takes Miranda by surprise, so it takes her a moment to cough and say, “There’s only one person I want in my bed, thank you.” She grabs Jack by the arm. “I will speak to Shepard about you having nicer accommodations.” She looks at Jack. “Come on,” she says, and tows her off back into her office.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvubnebLoY1qhtjfdo1_500.png)
The sound of shouting in the Mess Hall is what attracts Miranda’s attention and pulls her, unhappily, from her work.
“What on Earth is going on out here?” she says, stepping out of her room in time to see Jack standing on the table, flaring biotically, opposite a very, very pissed looking Morrigan, who has her staff in her hands.
Everything around them is smashed. The chairs are scattered, the lights are broken and nothing that should be intact actually is.
She almost calls Grunt and Shepard to help hold them back.
Almost.
“Fuck you! That’s my bed too! You can’t have it!”
Miranda tilts her head. What.
“I find your use of obscenities just proves you are without the ability to use good English to make your point.”
“Fuck you!” Jack shoves Morrigan biotically and she counters by turning Jack to ice.
“Jack!” Miranda exclaims.
The ice spell wears off and Jack reacts by jumping off the table at Morrigan and hitting her with a stasis field.
“Jack!” Miranda shouts. She wants to use her own biotics to stop them, but she somehow doubts she could hold her own against either of them easily.
Morrigan comes out of the stasis field, raises her staff and exclaims, “I will have that bed!”
And with that… the penny drops.
Miranda slams both of them with biotics and they fly in opposite direction. Morrigan hits the wall, but Jack just slides across the floor. They both turn on Miranda, who raises her hands, both glowing blue, and shouts, “It is my bed! It is my choice who sleeps in it!”
Morrigan seems to actually acknowledge this, lowering her staff a bit, and then she says, “I wish to sleep in your bed.”
This declaration actually takes Miranda by surprise, so it takes her a moment to cough and say, “There’s only one person I want in my bed, thank you.” She grabs Jack by the arm. “I will speak to Shepard about you having nicer accommodations.” She looks at Jack. “Come on,” she says, and tows her off back into her office.
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“Kenzi said you needed to see me?” Lauren sits next to Bo on a park bench in the middle of practically nowhere. The sun is sinking down over the horizon and Bo turns to her and smiles.
“I thought we could have a date.”
Lauren looks confused. “You… Kenzi made it sound like you were dying or something.”
“Dying without you.”
Lauren rolls her eyes and Bo realises that was just the wrong side of cheesy so when Lauren tries to stand up and walk away she tugs her back down and says, “Look. The sun is setting. I just… thought we could have a date. A proper date. Now that everything is… behind us. We could just… pretend to be normal.”
Lauren leans against her shoulder. “It is beautiful,” she says.
“So are you,” says Bo and kisses her hair. “So are we.”
Lauren laughs. “Next time you want a date,” she says, “phone me. Don’t send Kenzi to tell me you’ve got smallpox.”
Bo shakes her head. “I said flu. Not smallpox.”
“Kenzi interpreted wrong then.” Lauren sighs. “A date would be nice,” she says and Bo just smiles into her hair and they watch the sun set together.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvm9tgsNJV1qhtjfdo1_500.png)
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“Kenzi said you needed to see me?” Lauren sits next to Bo on a park bench in the middle of practically nowhere. The sun is sinking down over the horizon and Bo turns to her and smiles.
“I thought we could have a date.”
Lauren looks confused. “You… Kenzi made it sound like you were dying or something.”
“Dying without you.”
Lauren rolls her eyes and Bo realises that was just the wrong side of cheesy so when Lauren tries to stand up and walk away she tugs her back down and says, “Look. The sun is setting. I just… thought we could have a date. A proper date. Now that everything is… behind us. We could just… pretend to be normal.”
Lauren leans against her shoulder. “It is beautiful,” she says.
“So are you,” says Bo and kisses her hair. “So are we.”
Lauren laughs. “Next time you want a date,” she says, “phone me. Don’t send Kenzi to tell me you’ve got smallpox.”
Bo shakes her head. “I said flu. Not smallpox.”
“Kenzi interpreted wrong then.” Lauren sighs. “A date would be nice,” she says and Bo just smiles into her hair and they watch the sun set together.
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“How about this one?” Mike twirls flawlessly, lands with his ankle at such a strange angle anyone else would be surprised it doesn’t break. It doesn’t, though. Instead, he grins up at Brittany, who giggles, pulls her gum from her mouth, sticks it to the nearest surface and moves forward.
“I can do that one,” she says, and does the same move, but with more feminine grace. “Can you do this?” She lands in the splits, half bent backwards.
“Yep.” Mike copies, lands right next to her on the floor. “I can do anything you can do.”
“No, you can’t.” Brittany grins, still in the same position.
“I can,” he says.
“Nope.”
“Okay, show me something I can’t do.”
She leans across, presses her mouth to his in a minty-tasting kiss. Slides her tongue between his, plays her fingers in his hair and pulls back. She grins more.
“I can kiss,” says Mike, after a moment.
“I can make you breathless, though.” She stands up. “Let’s do more.”
He catches her around the waist, pulls her close and kisses her behind the ear. “Okay,” he says.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvm8v6cL1N1qhtjfdo1_500.png)
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“How about this one?” Mike twirls flawlessly, lands with his ankle at such a strange angle anyone else would be surprised it doesn’t break. It doesn’t, though. Instead, he grins up at Brittany, who giggles, pulls her gum from her mouth, sticks it to the nearest surface and moves forward.
“I can do that one,” she says, and does the same move, but with more feminine grace. “Can you do this?” She lands in the splits, half bent backwards.
“Yep.” Mike copies, lands right next to her on the floor. “I can do anything you can do.”
“No, you can’t.” Brittany grins, still in the same position.
“I can,” he says.
“Nope.”
“Okay, show me something I can’t do.”
She leans across, presses her mouth to his in a minty-tasting kiss. Slides her tongue between his, plays her fingers in his hair and pulls back. She grins more.
“I can kiss,” says Mike, after a moment.
“I can make you breathless, though.” She stands up. “Let’s do more.”
He catches her around the waist, pulls her close and kisses her behind the ear. “Okay,” he says.
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“What are we doing?” are the first words out of Shepard’s mouth when she sees Zaeed in a tuxedo and realises that she’s actually, willingly, put on a dress at the request of a man.
“Isn’t this what humans do?” he growls. “Date?”
Her eyes widen. “That’s what we’re doing?” she says. “Dating?”
“Well, I guess we are now,” he says, gruffly.
She crosses her arms and eyes him. “Let’s go then,” she says.
They bitch at each other all the way to the Citadel and once they get there he parks wrong so she tells him she should have driven. He laughs and says fuck no because he’s heard of her driving from Garrus and no way in hell does he want to be in a car with her.
She twists her ankle in her heels and swears like a sailor on leave and he laughs and says she’s a shitty impersonation of a military officer, so she kicks him with her unhurt ankle and he stumbles and she laughs.
They go into the fancy restaurant and Shepard says, “What are you looking for?”
Zaeed says, “A table?”
She puts her hands on her hips. “You didn’t book a reservation?”
“No?”
She looks at the nearest waiter, who drifts across just because she’s in a skimpy black dress and says, “Got any free tables?”
“No,” he says and disappears faster than Kasumi.
“Well done,” she says to Zaeed.
“Didn’t know about bloody reservations, did I?” he says, as he trails after her out of the restaurant and she leans against the balcony and sulks. “Now what?”
She grins, pulls the hem of her skirt up and for a moment he thinks he’s going to get lucky… then she produces the biggest pistol he’s ever seen and loads a heat sync.
“Wherever you were hiding that, I wanna go,” he says.
“If you’d booked a reservation, you might be there already.” She stalks back into the restaurant and says, “I demand to see the manager.”
When the manager appears she puts the barrel of the gun to his head and says, “We want a table. Now.”
“We don’t have any tables,” the manager stammers.
“Or any bloody brains, it seems.” Zaeed rolls his eyes. “Get the lady a table if you don’t want what little you have smeared across the wall.”
Shepard grins at the manager, who finds them a table surprisingly quickly, all things considered. “I like your style, love,” says Zaeed, and she grins at him.
She leaves the gun on the table throughout their meal and they receive the best service they’ve ever had.
After the meal they go to the bathroom and he takes her up against the door of a cubicle. When they’re done – not disturbed even once, everyone having known exactly what they were doing thanks to the noises they were making – she pulls her skirt down and he grins and says, “I thought we were gonna save that for the hotel room.”
She smirks. “I thought maybe you’d forgotten to book that, too.”
“If I had you’d just have to threaten the manager.” Zaeed slings his arm around her shoulders. “C’mon, I got us the best room.”
“In the basement?”
He snorts. “Careful, I already got mine, I might just leave you here.”
“I’m the one with the gun, though,” she says, pressing it to his thigh.
A week later she receives a message to her terminal, demanding reimbursement for the fact six waiters up and quit without notice after their visit to the restaurant. She figures it was worth it.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvm8iyaGLp1qhtjfdo1_500.png)
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“What are we doing?” are the first words out of Shepard’s mouth when she sees Zaeed in a tuxedo and realises that she’s actually, willingly, put on a dress at the request of a man.
“Isn’t this what humans do?” he growls. “Date?”
Her eyes widen. “That’s what we’re doing?” she says. “Dating?”
“Well, I guess we are now,” he says, gruffly.
She crosses her arms and eyes him. “Let’s go then,” she says.
They bitch at each other all the way to the Citadel and once they get there he parks wrong so she tells him she should have driven. He laughs and says fuck no because he’s heard of her driving from Garrus and no way in hell does he want to be in a car with her.
She twists her ankle in her heels and swears like a sailor on leave and he laughs and says she’s a shitty impersonation of a military officer, so she kicks him with her unhurt ankle and he stumbles and she laughs.
They go into the fancy restaurant and Shepard says, “What are you looking for?”
Zaeed says, “A table?”
She puts her hands on her hips. “You didn’t book a reservation?”
“No?”
She looks at the nearest waiter, who drifts across just because she’s in a skimpy black dress and says, “Got any free tables?”
“No,” he says and disappears faster than Kasumi.
“Well done,” she says to Zaeed.
“Didn’t know about bloody reservations, did I?” he says, as he trails after her out of the restaurant and she leans against the balcony and sulks. “Now what?”
She grins, pulls the hem of her skirt up and for a moment he thinks he’s going to get lucky… then she produces the biggest pistol he’s ever seen and loads a heat sync.
“Wherever you were hiding that, I wanna go,” he says.
“If you’d booked a reservation, you might be there already.” She stalks back into the restaurant and says, “I demand to see the manager.”
When the manager appears she puts the barrel of the gun to his head and says, “We want a table. Now.”
“We don’t have any tables,” the manager stammers.
“Or any bloody brains, it seems.” Zaeed rolls his eyes. “Get the lady a table if you don’t want what little you have smeared across the wall.”
Shepard grins at the manager, who finds them a table surprisingly quickly, all things considered. “I like your style, love,” says Zaeed, and she grins at him.
She leaves the gun on the table throughout their meal and they receive the best service they’ve ever had.
After the meal they go to the bathroom and he takes her up against the door of a cubicle. When they’re done – not disturbed even once, everyone having known exactly what they were doing thanks to the noises they were making – she pulls her skirt down and he grins and says, “I thought we were gonna save that for the hotel room.”
She smirks. “I thought maybe you’d forgotten to book that, too.”
“If I had you’d just have to threaten the manager.” Zaeed slings his arm around her shoulders. “C’mon, I got us the best room.”
“In the basement?”
He snorts. “Careful, I already got mine, I might just leave you here.”
“I’m the one with the gun, though,” she says, pressing it to his thigh.
A week later she receives a message to her terminal, demanding reimbursement for the fact six waiters up and quit without notice after their visit to the restaurant. She figures it was worth it.
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“Oh, god, Liara, it’s been too long.” Shepard presses her mouth against Liara’s jaw and Liara sighs and rocks into her.
“It has,” she agrees and Shepard wonders how she manages to keep so calm with Shepard’s hand unzipping the back of her dress and her teeth scraping her jaw. However it is… Shepard thinks she needs to do better.
She pushes Liara onto the console, already locked out after the last horrific incident, and kisses her neck, then she unzips the dress the rest of the way and pulls it off. Liara isn’t wearing anything underneath, she never does, so as Shepard pulls the dress over her head she gets a good look at everything Liara hides underneath.
She drags her lips up Liara’s abdomen and Liara stops her with hands on her shoulders.
“Your turn,” she says, quietly.
Shepard steps back, grinning, and strips quickly. She drops her clothes in a neat pile and then steps back between Liara’s legs, sliding her hand down and…
“Oh!”
She turns her head without climbing off Liara to see Feron in the doorway. “Oh.”
He looks awkward. “Several of your contacts request your presence. You had a meeting booked…”
Liara blushes. “I forgot.” She tries to sit up but Shepard keeps her pinned. “Inform them I’ll be there shortly.”
“Of course.” Feron ducks out.
Liara looks at Shepard.
Shepard looks at Liara.
“It’s been too long,” Shepard repeats.
“They can wait a little longer,” Liara replies and Shepard bends down to kiss her again.
“I… came back to tell you they do not wish to wait.”
Shepard drops forward, buries her face in Liara’s shoulder. Liara laughs a little under her. “Tell them I’ll be right there.”
Shepard gets up, makes to leave but Liara stops her by catching her wrist. “You know where my bed is, I believe. Meet me there.” She smiles, a little impish. “Naked.”
Shepard grins. “Will do.”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvm7dvBgQb1qhtjfdo1_500.png)
“Oh, god, Liara, it’s been too long.” Shepard presses her mouth against Liara’s jaw and Liara sighs and rocks into her.
“It has,” she agrees and Shepard wonders how she manages to keep so calm with Shepard’s hand unzipping the back of her dress and her teeth scraping her jaw. However it is… Shepard thinks she needs to do better.
She pushes Liara onto the console, already locked out after the last horrific incident, and kisses her neck, then she unzips the dress the rest of the way and pulls it off. Liara isn’t wearing anything underneath, she never does, so as Shepard pulls the dress over her head she gets a good look at everything Liara hides underneath.
She drags her lips up Liara’s abdomen and Liara stops her with hands on her shoulders.
“Your turn,” she says, quietly.
Shepard steps back, grinning, and strips quickly. She drops her clothes in a neat pile and then steps back between Liara’s legs, sliding her hand down and…
“Oh!”
She turns her head without climbing off Liara to see Feron in the doorway. “Oh.”
He looks awkward. “Several of your contacts request your presence. You had a meeting booked…”
Liara blushes. “I forgot.” She tries to sit up but Shepard keeps her pinned. “Inform them I’ll be there shortly.”
“Of course.” Feron ducks out.
Liara looks at Shepard.
Shepard looks at Liara.
“It’s been too long,” Shepard repeats.
“They can wait a little longer,” Liara replies and Shepard bends down to kiss her again.
“I… came back to tell you they do not wish to wait.”
Shepard drops forward, buries her face in Liara’s shoulder. Liara laughs a little under her. “Tell them I’ll be right there.”
Shepard gets up, makes to leave but Liara stops her by catching her wrist. “You know where my bed is, I believe. Meet me there.” She smiles, a little impish. “Naked.”
Shepard grins. “Will do.”
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This one turned into a bit of a monster, so I put it under a cut.
Isabela is the first.
Shepard is minding her own business, taking a shower, shampooing her hair when she hears someone shout, “Where the bloody hell am I?”
Shepard grabs her gun from the shelf and dives out into her cabin in time to see Isabela standing in middle of the room, looking around, looking confused. “Who are you?” says Shepard.
Isabela doesn’t bat an eyelid at the gun, instead she looks the very naked Shepard over and says, “Someone you’re welcome to get to know. Did you know your fish are dead?”
They establish quickly that Isabela isn’t a threat, although she does threaten to steal the ship and turn it into a pirate ship. Jack is on board and it takes a lot to talk her down from the idea.
They’re just organising Isabela a place to sleep until Tali can work out how to send her back wherever the hell she came from when there’s a loud crack and someone appears in the middle of the room.
“Oh, Kitten,” says Isabela, “not you too.”
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“Shepard. Come with me.” The tone in Tali’s voice broaches no argument from Shepard, so she trails after her all the way into Shepard’s cabin. Once inside, Tali grabs her, pushes her against the desk and pins her with hands on her shoulders, hips between her knees.
“Tali, what—”
Tali slides her hands up Shepard’s thighs. “I just want to remind you who you come back to at night.”
Shepard’s eyes widen. “Bwuh… I know who I come back to at night,” she says, although her brain is struggling to function. “I-Is this about Ashley?”
Tali runs her hands around Shepard’s hips and slides her fingers around the waistband of her trousers. “No.”
Shepard grins and catches her hands. “You’re jealous!”
“I am not jealous,” says Tali. “I just… She’s from your past. I know you were together on the original Normandy and I want to make sure you don’t consider revisiting that.”
The grin on Shepard’s face only gets bigger. “You’re jealous,” she repeats. “That’s jealousy.”
Tali yanks on Shepard’s pants. “I’m not jealous,” she repeats and climbs to kneel on the desk either side of Shepard’s thighs. “If I were jealous, you’d be naked already.”
Shepard smirks and grabs her by the hips. “You know,” she says, conspiratorially. “Ashley was a really good lay…”
Tali thwaps her around the head. “Stop trying to make me jealous!”
“But you made it seem so attractive!”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvm2yailqo1qhtjfdo1_500.png)
“Shepard. Come with me.” The tone in Tali’s voice broaches no argument from Shepard, so she trails after her all the way into Shepard’s cabin. Once inside, Tali grabs her, pushes her against the desk and pins her with hands on her shoulders, hips between her knees.
“Tali, what—”
Tali slides her hands up Shepard’s thighs. “I just want to remind you who you come back to at night.”
Shepard’s eyes widen. “Bwuh… I know who I come back to at night,” she says, although her brain is struggling to function. “I-Is this about Ashley?”
Tali runs her hands around Shepard’s hips and slides her fingers around the waistband of her trousers. “No.”
Shepard grins and catches her hands. “You’re jealous!”
“I am not jealous,” says Tali. “I just… She’s from your past. I know you were together on the original Normandy and I want to make sure you don’t consider revisiting that.”
The grin on Shepard’s face only gets bigger. “You’re jealous,” she repeats. “That’s jealousy.”
Tali yanks on Shepard’s pants. “I’m not jealous,” she repeats and climbs to kneel on the desk either side of Shepard’s thighs. “If I were jealous, you’d be naked already.”
Shepard smirks and grabs her by the hips. “You know,” she says, conspiratorially. “Ashley was a really good lay…”
Tali thwaps her around the head. “Stop trying to make me jealous!”
“But you made it seem so attractive!”
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Like any small space with lots of people, the Normandy has a rumour mill. It grinds and grinds and all the shit in the world comes out of it. Some of it, the interesting stuff, filters back to Shepard via Kelly and it’s only when the latest piece of gossip arrives that it affects her.
She’s been messing everything up since she first came back, biding her time like she has a second chance and thinking, “I’ll do it tomorrow,” to everything important in her personal life. It’s mostly been there, they’ve both acknowledged it and felt it… but now… this rumour…
Her hands are shaking as she waits for Tali to come to her cabin and when she arrives she locks the door behind her.
“Shepard?” Tali asks, gently. “What’s going on?”
Shepard trembles a little. She’s never been the type to show her emotions, not like this, and the idea of opening up, of exposing herself, even to Tali, burns her inside.
“I’ve never been good at getting things right,” she says. “I… I screw everything up. I never had anything solid when I was growing up on Earth. I never… believed anyone would stay, so I kept everyone at arm’s length. I’m not good at… feelings.”
Tali tilts her head. “I thought we were waiting until after…”
“You’ve been seen. With Garrus.”
Tali’s eyes widen. “Oh, Shepard, no! We weren’t—”
“I don’t blame you,” Shepard interrupts. “I wouldn’t want me either. I’m violent and rash… I have to be held back sometimes or I do things you’d never be proud of me for. I’ve made mistakes… so many mistakes. But…”
She looks up, meets Tali’s glowing eyes. “If you’ll have me,” she says, “I will love you better than anyone could ever love you. I will protect you from anything that tries to hurt you but I’ll let you stand on your own two feet. I’ll never treat you any different to someone out of a suit and I swear… I’ll never let you down or take you for granted. I’ll be yours. Only yours. Forever.”
“Shepard.” Tali steps forward, takes Shepard’s hands. “Garrus and I are a rumour, nothing more and you’re already mine,” she says, gently.
She touches Shepard’s face. “And I’m already yours.”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvm2ijhpKA1qhtjfdo1_500.png)
Like any small space with lots of people, the Normandy has a rumour mill. It grinds and grinds and all the shit in the world comes out of it. Some of it, the interesting stuff, filters back to Shepard via Kelly and it’s only when the latest piece of gossip arrives that it affects her.
She’s been messing everything up since she first came back, biding her time like she has a second chance and thinking, “I’ll do it tomorrow,” to everything important in her personal life. It’s mostly been there, they’ve both acknowledged it and felt it… but now… this rumour…
Her hands are shaking as she waits for Tali to come to her cabin and when she arrives she locks the door behind her.
“Shepard?” Tali asks, gently. “What’s going on?”
Shepard trembles a little. She’s never been the type to show her emotions, not like this, and the idea of opening up, of exposing herself, even to Tali, burns her inside.
“I’ve never been good at getting things right,” she says. “I… I screw everything up. I never had anything solid when I was growing up on Earth. I never… believed anyone would stay, so I kept everyone at arm’s length. I’m not good at… feelings.”
Tali tilts her head. “I thought we were waiting until after…”
“You’ve been seen. With Garrus.”
Tali’s eyes widen. “Oh, Shepard, no! We weren’t—”
“I don’t blame you,” Shepard interrupts. “I wouldn’t want me either. I’m violent and rash… I have to be held back sometimes or I do things you’d never be proud of me for. I’ve made mistakes… so many mistakes. But…”
She looks up, meets Tali’s glowing eyes. “If you’ll have me,” she says, “I will love you better than anyone could ever love you. I will protect you from anything that tries to hurt you but I’ll let you stand on your own two feet. I’ll never treat you any different to someone out of a suit and I swear… I’ll never let you down or take you for granted. I’ll be yours. Only yours. Forever.”
“Shepard.” Tali steps forward, takes Shepard’s hands. “Garrus and I are a rumour, nothing more and you’re already mine,” she says, gently.
She touches Shepard’s face. “And I’m already yours.”
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The feel of a balled-up piece of paper hitting the back of Brittany Pierce’s head should annoy her, but instead she turns around, grins, flicks her wand and sends the paper flying back at Santana Lopez, who sits on her side of the potions classroom, laughing instead of paying attention.
A book lands on Santana’s head, the teaching having levitated it across. “Pay attention, Miss Lopez, I will not be repeating myself!”
Brittany is still giggling when she feels another piece of paper hitting her head. Instead of this one just falling on the floor, however, it stays pressed against her crown until she plucks it from the air behind her and unfolds it on her desk.
You, me, empty charms classroom at lunch. –S
As if it would be anyone else. Brittany glances across the room and nods.
At lunch, Brittany ditches the rest of the Hufflepuff class and ducks into the charms classroom to meet Santana, who is sitting on the teacher’s desk, swinging her legs.
“You’re late, Miss Pierce,” she says.
Brittany laughs and dances around the desks, letting her fingers drift across the surfaces. “You’re not a teacher,” she says.
“I could be.” Santana hops off the desk and walks over to her, catching Brittany’s hand between desks. “I could teach charms. I’m good at them.”
Brittany shakes her head. “You’re going to be a Quidditch player,” she says. “World cup. Pro.”
“No.” Santana pokes her nose. “That’s you.”
“That’s both of us.” Brittany pulls Santana by the tie and they sprawl across the desk together, laughing. “Kiss me.”
Santana obliges, kissing her slowly and trailing her fingers up under Brittany’s skirt. “You and me, Britts. We’ll be the best Quidditch players the world’s ever seen.”
Brittany giggles. “You just want to hit the other teams with bludgers.”
Santana grins against Brittany’s neck. “And celebrate victories with you.”
Brittany sighs happily. “Okay,” she says.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvm1ojqT7E1qhtjfdo1_500.png)
The feel of a balled-up piece of paper hitting the back of Brittany Pierce’s head should annoy her, but instead she turns around, grins, flicks her wand and sends the paper flying back at Santana Lopez, who sits on her side of the potions classroom, laughing instead of paying attention.
A book lands on Santana’s head, the teaching having levitated it across. “Pay attention, Miss Lopez, I will not be repeating myself!”
Brittany is still giggling when she feels another piece of paper hitting her head. Instead of this one just falling on the floor, however, it stays pressed against her crown until she plucks it from the air behind her and unfolds it on her desk.
You, me, empty charms classroom at lunch. –S
As if it would be anyone else. Brittany glances across the room and nods.
At lunch, Brittany ditches the rest of the Hufflepuff class and ducks into the charms classroom to meet Santana, who is sitting on the teacher’s desk, swinging her legs.
“You’re late, Miss Pierce,” she says.
Brittany laughs and dances around the desks, letting her fingers drift across the surfaces. “You’re not a teacher,” she says.
“I could be.” Santana hops off the desk and walks over to her, catching Brittany’s hand between desks. “I could teach charms. I’m good at them.”
Brittany shakes her head. “You’re going to be a Quidditch player,” she says. “World cup. Pro.”
“No.” Santana pokes her nose. “That’s you.”
“That’s both of us.” Brittany pulls Santana by the tie and they sprawl across the desk together, laughing. “Kiss me.”
Santana obliges, kissing her slowly and trailing her fingers up under Brittany’s skirt. “You and me, Britts. We’ll be the best Quidditch players the world’s ever seen.”
Brittany giggles. “You just want to hit the other teams with bludgers.”
Santana grins against Brittany’s neck. “And celebrate victories with you.”
Brittany sighs happily. “Okay,” she says.
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There’s something to be said about the friendzone. To the friendzoned person, it’s frustration, always watching the one you want out of the corner of your eye, knowing that when they look back, when they say, “I missed you this summer!” when they express fondness, they mean, “You’re a really good friend.”
Honestly, it sucks.
But although it sucks consciously for that person, it sucks in a whole other way for the other person… because they’re missing out on something so much more.
Rachel loves Quinn. She’s known this for a while, since they started hanging out after Glee club, since Quinn started driving her home from school and since they realised they could be really good friends if they gave it a go. Rachel loves Quinn as a friend. A really, really pretty friend.
When Quinn doesn’t come to school in the middle of the week, Rachel assumes she’s sick, so she texts her:
Get well soon, Quinn! We need your Belinda Carlisle glamor! It’s Regionals next week!
When she doesn’t get any sort of reply, she texts, I hope you’re okay.
When she still doesn’t get a reply, she finds Judy Fabray in the phone book and it’s not her that answers.
“Who is this?”
“M-My name is Rachel Berry. I’m a friend of Quinn’s. May I please speak to her?”
“Ah. You should know… Quinn’s in hospital. Her car ran off the road.”
Rachel’s whole body goes still, her blood freezing within her and her mind reeling. Quinn’s in hospital? She writes down the ward number and gets a lift with Kurt. The whole way there, her mind keeps saying, “No. Not her. You can’t have Quinn. I’d be nothing without her.”
She has visions in her head; Quinn lying in a hospital bed, bleeding internally. Alone. In her mind, it’s also the apocalypse. Zombies are battering down the doors and there’s no one there to protect her.
“Kurt!” Rachel snaps, suddenly. “Drive faster!”
Kurt all but jumps out of his skin. “It’s an eighty limit, Rachel, and I’m going ninety! Calm down!”
She slumps down in the seat, makes sure her belt is still on and sulks. The zombies will get Quinn and it’s all because Kurt won’t hit a hundred. Quinn needs her.
By the time Kurt finds a parking space at the hospital, Rachel’s realisation has dawned and she’s rehearsing her bedside speech. Quinn will be lying in a coma and she’ll hold her hand and recite her speech word for word. Quinn’s eyes will open and they’ll live happily ever after.
They can’t not.
She takes the stairs two at a time because she doesn’t trust the elevators now she’s terrified herself with ideas of zombie apocalypses and bursts into the ward without preamble, already reciting her speech as she strides at Quinn’s bed.
“Quinn Fabray, you are the light of my life,” she says, “I want nothing more than to be with you forever. I will keep you safe, protect you from more car accidents and zombie apocalypses and I will be there for you every—”
She grinds to a halt: Judy is standing by the bed and Quinn is packing her belongings into a bag. She has a large bandage around her head, but she’s alive, awake and staring at Rachel like she’s grown a third head.
Without even missing a beat, Rachel says, “—day without fail and I will be by your side for the rest of our lives if you’ll have me because I love you. I love your hair and I love your scent and I love your crazy and I love you. You. So… please wake up. Come back to me.”
Quinn raises an eyebrow. “Rachel, what…?”
Rachel rearranges herself a little. “I rehearsed that in the car,” she says. “I realise now that the final lines are moot, considering you are standing, walking, talking and looking particularly unimpressed and confused, but I’m never one to miss the chance for a monologue.”
Judy looks disturbed but meek as always, while Quinn looks interested. “What would you have done if I hadn’t woken up?”
“I… may have resorted to more physical attempts to wake you.”
“Rachel!” Kurt stomps into the ward, looking annoyed. “You left me to pay the meter.”
“Kurt,” Quinn says, quietly, “would you please take my mother to the canteen?” She meets Rachel’s eyes. “I need to pretend to be in a coma.”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvm10vrcdk1qhtjfdo1_500.png)
There’s something to be said about the friendzone. To the friendzoned person, it’s frustration, always watching the one you want out of the corner of your eye, knowing that when they look back, when they say, “I missed you this summer!” when they express fondness, they mean, “You’re a really good friend.”
Honestly, it sucks.
But although it sucks consciously for that person, it sucks in a whole other way for the other person… because they’re missing out on something so much more.
Rachel loves Quinn. She’s known this for a while, since they started hanging out after Glee club, since Quinn started driving her home from school and since they realised they could be really good friends if they gave it a go. Rachel loves Quinn as a friend. A really, really pretty friend.
When Quinn doesn’t come to school in the middle of the week, Rachel assumes she’s sick, so she texts her:
Get well soon, Quinn! We need your Belinda Carlisle glamor! It’s Regionals next week!
When she doesn’t get any sort of reply, she texts, I hope you’re okay.
When she still doesn’t get a reply, she finds Judy Fabray in the phone book and it’s not her that answers.
“Who is this?”
“M-My name is Rachel Berry. I’m a friend of Quinn’s. May I please speak to her?”
“Ah. You should know… Quinn’s in hospital. Her car ran off the road.”
Rachel’s whole body goes still, her blood freezing within her and her mind reeling. Quinn’s in hospital? She writes down the ward number and gets a lift with Kurt. The whole way there, her mind keeps saying, “No. Not her. You can’t have Quinn. I’d be nothing without her.”
She has visions in her head; Quinn lying in a hospital bed, bleeding internally. Alone. In her mind, it’s also the apocalypse. Zombies are battering down the doors and there’s no one there to protect her.
“Kurt!” Rachel snaps, suddenly. “Drive faster!”
Kurt all but jumps out of his skin. “It’s an eighty limit, Rachel, and I’m going ninety! Calm down!”
She slumps down in the seat, makes sure her belt is still on and sulks. The zombies will get Quinn and it’s all because Kurt won’t hit a hundred. Quinn needs her.
By the time Kurt finds a parking space at the hospital, Rachel’s realisation has dawned and she’s rehearsing her bedside speech. Quinn will be lying in a coma and she’ll hold her hand and recite her speech word for word. Quinn’s eyes will open and they’ll live happily ever after.
They can’t not.
She takes the stairs two at a time because she doesn’t trust the elevators now she’s terrified herself with ideas of zombie apocalypses and bursts into the ward without preamble, already reciting her speech as she strides at Quinn’s bed.
“Quinn Fabray, you are the light of my life,” she says, “I want nothing more than to be with you forever. I will keep you safe, protect you from more car accidents and zombie apocalypses and I will be there for you every—”
She grinds to a halt: Judy is standing by the bed and Quinn is packing her belongings into a bag. She has a large bandage around her head, but she’s alive, awake and staring at Rachel like she’s grown a third head.
Without even missing a beat, Rachel says, “—day without fail and I will be by your side for the rest of our lives if you’ll have me because I love you. I love your hair and I love your scent and I love your crazy and I love you. You. So… please wake up. Come back to me.”
Quinn raises an eyebrow. “Rachel, what…?”
Rachel rearranges herself a little. “I rehearsed that in the car,” she says. “I realise now that the final lines are moot, considering you are standing, walking, talking and looking particularly unimpressed and confused, but I’m never one to miss the chance for a monologue.”
Judy looks disturbed but meek as always, while Quinn looks interested. “What would you have done if I hadn’t woken up?”
“I… may have resorted to more physical attempts to wake you.”
“Rachel!” Kurt stomps into the ward, looking annoyed. “You left me to pay the meter.”
“Kurt,” Quinn says, quietly, “would you please take my mother to the canteen?” She meets Rachel’s eyes. “I need to pretend to be in a coma.”
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The sound of shouting in the Mess Hall is what attracts Miranda’s attention and pulls her, unhappily, from her work.
“What on Earth is going on out here?” she says, stepping out of her room in time to see Jack standing on the table, flaring biotically, opposite a very, very pissed looking Morrigan, who has her staff in her hands.
Everything around them is smashed. The chairs are scattered, the lights are broken and nothing that should be intact actually is.
She almost calls Grunt and Shepard to help hold them back.
Almost.
“Fuck you! That’s my bed too! You can’t have it!”
Miranda tilts her head. What.
“I find your use of obscenities just proves you are without the ability to use good English to make your point.”
“Fuck you!” Jack shoves Morrigan biotically and she counters by turning Jack to ice.
“Jack!” Miranda exclaims.
The ice spell wears off and Jack reacts by jumping off the table at Morrigan and hitting her with a stasis field.
“Jack!” Miranda shouts. She wants to use her own biotics to stop them, but she somehow doubts she could hold her own against either of them easily.
Morrigan comes out of the stasis field, raises her staff and exclaims, “I will have that bed!”
And with that… the penny drops.
Miranda slams both of them with biotics and they fly in opposite direction. Morrigan hits the wall, but Jack just slides across the floor. They both turn on Miranda, who raises her hands, both glowing blue, and shouts, “It is my bed! It is my choice who sleeps in it!”
Morrigan seems to actually acknowledge this, lowering her staff a bit, and then she says, “I wish to sleep in your bed.”
This declaration actually takes Miranda by surprise, so it takes her a moment to cough and say, “There’s only one person I want in my bed, thank you.” She grabs Jack by the arm. “I will speak to Shepard about you having nicer accommodations.” She looks at Jack. “Come on,” she says, and tows her off back into her office.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvubnebLoY1qhtjfdo1_1280.png)
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“Kenzi said you needed to see me?” Lauren sits next to Bo on a park bench in the middle of practically nowhere. The sun is sinking down over the horizon and Bo turns to her and smiles.
“I thought we could have a date.”
Lauren looks confused. “You… Kenzi made it sound like you were dying or something.”
“Dying without you.”
Lauren rolls her eyes and Bo realises that was just the wrong side of cheesy so when Lauren tries to stand up and walk away she tugs her back down and says, “Look. The sun is setting. I just… thought we could have a date. A proper date. Now that everything is… behind us. We could just… pretend to be normal.”
Lauren leans against her shoulder. “It is beautiful,” she says.
“So are you,” says Bo and kisses her hair. “So are we.”
Lauren laughs. “Next time you want a date,” she says, “phone me. Don’t send Kenzi to tell me you’ve got smallpox.”
Bo shakes her head. “I said flu. Not smallpox.”
“Kenzi interpreted wrong then.” Lauren sighs. “A date would be nice,” she says and Bo just smiles into her hair and they watch the sun set together.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvm9tgsNJV1qhtjfdo1_1280.png)
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“How about this one?” Mike twirls flawlessly, lands with his ankle at such a strange angle anyone else would be surprised it doesn’t break. It doesn’t, though. Instead, he grins up at Brittany, who giggles, pulls her gum from her mouth, sticks it to the nearest surface and moves forward.
“I can do that one,” she says, and does the same move, but with more feminine grace. “Can you do this?” She lands in the splits, half bent backwards.
“Yep.” Mike copies, lands right next to her on the floor. “I can do anything you can do.”
“No, you can’t.” Brittany grins, still in the same position.
“I can,” he says.
“Nope.”
“Okay, show me something I can’t do.”
She leans across, presses her mouth to his in a minty-tasting kiss. Slides her tongue between his, plays her fingers in his hair and pulls back. She grins more.
“I can kiss,” says Mike, after a moment.
“I can make you breathless, though.” She stands up. “Let’s do more.”
He catches her around the waist, pulls her close and kisses her behind the ear. “Okay,” he says.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvm8v6cL1N1qhtjfdo1_1280.png)
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“What are we doing?” are the first words out of Shepard’s mouth when she sees Zaeed in a tuxedo and realises that she’s actually, willingly, put on a dress at the request of a man.
“Isn’t this what humans do?” he growls. “Date?”
Her eyes widen. “That’s what we’re doing?” she says. “Dating?”
“Well, I guess we are now,” he says, gruffly.
She crosses her arms and eyes him. “Let’s go then,” she says.
They bitch at each other all the way to the Citadel and once they get there he parks wrong so she tells him she should have driven. He laughs and says fuck no because he’s heard of her driving from Garrus and no way in hell does he want to be in a car with her.
She twists her ankle in her heels and swears like a sailor on leave and he laughs and says she’s a shitty impersonation of a military officer, so she kicks him with her unhurt ankle and he stumbles and she laughs.
They go into the fancy restaurant and Shepard says, “What are you looking for?”
Zaeed says, “A table?”
She puts her hands on her hips. “You didn’t book a reservation?”
“No?”
She looks at the nearest waiter, who drifts across just because she’s in a skimpy black dress and says, “Got any free tables?”
“No,” he says and disappears faster than Kasumi.
“Well done,” she says to Zaeed.
“Didn’t know about bloody reservations, did I?” he says, as he trails after her out of the restaurant and she leans against the balcony and sulks. “Now what?”
She grins, pulls the hem of her skirt up and for a moment he thinks he’s going to get lucky… then she produces the biggest pistol he’s ever seen and loads a heat sync.
“Wherever you were hiding that, I wanna go,” he says.
“If you’d booked a reservation, you might be there already.” She stalks back into the restaurant and says, “I demand to see the manager.”
When the manager appears she puts the barrel of the gun to his head and says, “We want a table. Now.”
“We don’t have any tables,” the manager stammers.
“Or any bloody brains, it seems.” Zaeed rolls his eyes. “Get the lady a table if you don’t want what little you have smeared across the wall.”
Shepard grins at the manager, who finds them a table surprisingly quickly, all things considered. “I like your style, love,” says Zaeed, and she grins at him.
She leaves the gun on the table throughout their meal and they receive the best service they’ve ever had.
After the meal they go to the bathroom and he takes her up against the door of a cubicle. When they’re done – not disturbed even once, everyone having known exactly what they were doing thanks to the noises they were making – she pulls her skirt down and he grins and says, “I thought we were gonna save that for the hotel room.”
She smirks. “I thought maybe you’d forgotten to book that, too.”
“If I had you’d just have to threaten the manager.” Zaeed slings his arm around her shoulders. “C’mon, I got us the best room.”
“In the basement?”
He snorts. “Careful, I already got mine, I might just leave you here.”
“I’m the one with the gun, though,” she says, pressing it to his thigh.
A week later she receives a message to her terminal, demanding reimbursement for the fact six waiters up and quit without notice after their visit to the restaurant. She figures it was worth it.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvm8iyaGLp1qhtjfdo1_1280.png)
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“Oh, god, Liara, it’s been too long.” Shepard presses her mouth against Liara’s jaw and Liara sighs and rocks into her.
“It has,” she agrees and Shepard wonders how she manages to keep so calm with Shepard’s hand unzipping the back of her dress and her teeth scraping her jaw. However it is… Shepard thinks she needs to do better.
She pushes Liara onto the console, already locked out after the last horrific incident, and kisses her neck, then she unzips the dress the rest of the way and pulls it off. Liara isn’t wearing anything underneath, she never does, so as Shepard pulls the dress over her head she gets a good look at everything Liara hides underneath.
She drags her lips up Liara’s abdomen and Liara stops her with hands on her shoulders.
“Your turn,” she says, quietly.
Shepard steps back, grinning, and strips quickly. She drops her clothes in a neat pile and then steps back between Liara’s legs, sliding her hand down and…
“Oh!”
She turns her head without climbing off Liara to see Feron in the doorway. “Oh.”
He looks awkward. “Several of your contacts request your presence. You had a meeting booked…”
Liara blushes. “I forgot.” She tries to sit up but Shepard keeps her pinned. “Inform them I’ll be there shortly.”
“Of course.” Feron ducks out.
Liara looks at Shepard.
Shepard looks at Liara.
“It’s been too long,” Shepard repeats.
“They can wait a little longer,” Liara replies and Shepard bends down to kiss her again.
“I… came back to tell you they do not wish to wait.”
Shepard drops forward, buries her face in Liara’s shoulder. Liara laughs a little under her. “Tell them I’ll be right there.”
Shepard gets up, makes to leave but Liara stops her by catching her wrist. “You know where my bed is, I believe. Meet me there.” She smiles, a little impish. “Naked.”
Shepard grins. “Will do.”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvm7dvBgQb1qhtjfdo1_1280.png)
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“Shepard. Come with me.” The tone in Tali’s voice broaches no argument from Shepard, so she trails after her all the way into Shepard’s cabin. Once inside, Tali grabs her, pushes her against the desk and pins her with hands on her shoulders, hips between her knees.
“Tali, what—”
Tali slides her hands up Shepard’s thighs. “I just want to remind you who you come back to at night.”
Shepard’s eyes widen. “Bwuh… I know who I come back to at night,” she says, although her brain is struggling to function. “I-Is this about Ashley?”
Tali runs her hands around Shepard’s hips and slides her fingers around the waistband of her trousers. “No.”
Shepard grins and catches her hands. “You’re jealous!”
“I am not jealous,” says Tali. “I just… She’s from your past. I know you were together on the original Normandy and I want to make sure you don’t consider revisiting that.”
The grin on Shepard’s face only gets bigger. “You’re jealous,” she repeats. “That’s jealousy.”
Tali yanks on Shepard’s pants. “I’m not jealous,” she repeats and climbs to kneel on the desk either side of Shepard’s thighs. “If I were jealous, you’d be naked already.”
Shepard smirks and grabs her by the hips. “You know,” she says, conspiratorially. “Ashley was a really good lay…”
Tali thwaps her around the head. “Stop trying to make me jealous!”
“But you made it seem so attractive!”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvm2yailqo1qhtjfdo1_1280.png)
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Like any small space with lots of people, the Normandy has a rumour mill. It grinds and grinds and all the shit in the world comes out of it. Some of it, the interesting stuff, filters back to Shepard via Kelly and it’s only when the latest piece of gossip arrives that it affects her.
She’s been messing everything up since she first came back, biding her time like she has a second chance and thinking, “I’ll do it tomorrow,” to everything important in her personal life. It’s mostly been there, they’ve both acknowledged it and felt it… but now… this rumour…
Her hands are shaking as she waits for Tali to come to her cabin and when she arrives she locks the door behind her.
“Shepard?” Tali asks, gently. “What’s going on?”
Shepard trembles a little. She’s never been the type to show her emotions, not like this, and the idea of opening up, of exposing herself, even to Tali, burns her inside.
“I’ve never been good at getting things right,” she says. “I… I screw everything up. I never had anything solid when I was growing up on Earth. I never… believed anyone would stay, so I kept everyone at arm’s length. I’m not good at… feelings.”
Tali tilts her head. “I thought we were waiting until after…”
“You’ve been seen. With Garrus.”
Tali’s eyes widen. “Oh, Shepard, no! We weren’t—”
“I don’t blame you,” Shepard interrupts. “I wouldn’t want me either. I’m violent and rash… I have to be held back sometimes or I do things you’d never be proud of me for. I’ve made mistakes… so many mistakes. But…”
She looks up, meets Tali’s glowing eyes. “If you’ll have me,” she says, “I will love you better than anyone could ever love you. I will protect you from anything that tries to hurt you but I’ll let you stand on your own two feet. I’ll never treat you any different to someone out of a suit and I swear… I’ll never let you down or take you for granted. I’ll be yours. Only yours. Forever.”
“Shepard.” Tali steps forward, takes Shepard’s hands. “Garrus and I are a rumour, nothing more and you’re already mine,” she says, gently.
She touches Shepard’s face. “And I’m already yours.”](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvm2ijhpKA1qhtjfdo1_1280.png)
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The feel of a balled-up piece of paper hitting the back of Brittany Pierce’s head should annoy her, but instead she turns around, grins, flicks her wand and sends the paper flying back at Santana Lopez, who sits on her side of the potions classroom, laughing instead of paying attention.
A book lands on Santana’s head, the teaching having levitated it across. “Pay attention, Miss Lopez, I will not be repeating myself!”
Brittany is still giggling when she feels another piece of paper hitting her head. Instead of this one just falling on the floor, however, it stays pressed against her crown until she plucks it from the air behind her and unfolds it on her desk.
You, me, empty charms classroom at lunch. –S
As if it would be anyone else. Brittany glances across the room and nods.
At lunch, Brittany ditches the rest of the Hufflepuff class and ducks into the charms classroom to meet Santana, who is sitting on the teacher’s desk, swinging her legs.
“You’re late, Miss Pierce,” she says.
Brittany laughs and dances around the desks, letting her fingers drift across the surfaces. “You’re not a teacher,” she says.
“I could be.” Santana hops off the desk and walks over to her, catching Brittany’s hand between desks. “I could teach charms. I’m good at them.”
Brittany shakes her head. “You’re going to be a Quidditch player,” she says. “World cup. Pro.”
“No.” Santana pokes her nose. “That’s you.”
“That’s both of us.” Brittany pulls Santana by the tie and they sprawl across the desk together, laughing. “Kiss me.”
Santana obliges, kissing her slowly and trailing her fingers up under Brittany’s skirt. “You and me, Britts. We’ll be the best Quidditch players the world’s ever seen.”
Brittany giggles. “You just want to hit the other teams with bludgers.”
Santana grins against Brittany’s neck. “And celebrate victories with you.”
Brittany sighs happily. “Okay,” she says.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvm1ojqT7E1qhtjfdo1_1280.png)
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There’s something to be said about the friendzone. To the friendzoned person, it’s frustration, always watching the one you want out of the corner of your eye, knowing that when they look back, when they say, “I missed you this summer!” when they express fondness, they mean, “You’re a really good friend.”
Honestly, it sucks.
But although it sucks consciously for that person, it sucks in a whole other way for the other person… because they’re missing out on something so much more.
Rachel loves Quinn. She’s known this for a while, since they started hanging out after Glee club, since Quinn started driving her home from school and since they realised they could be really good friends if they gave it a go. Rachel loves Quinn as a friend. A really, really pretty friend.
When Quinn doesn’t come to school in the middle of the week, Rachel assumes she’s sick, so she texts her:
Get well soon, Quinn! We need your Belinda Carlisle glamor! It’s Regionals next week!
When she doesn’t get any sort of reply, she texts, I hope you’re okay.
When she still doesn’t get a reply, she finds Judy Fabray in the phone book and it’s not her that answers.
“Who is this?”
“M-My name is Rachel Berry. I’m a friend of Quinn’s. May I please speak to her?”
“Ah. You should know… Quinn’s in hospital. Her car ran off the road.”
Rachel’s whole body goes still, her blood freezing within her and her mind reeling. Quinn’s in hospital? She writes down the ward number and gets a lift with Kurt. The whole way there, her mind keeps saying, “No. Not her. You can’t have Quinn. I’d be nothing without her.”
She has visions in her head; Quinn lying in a hospital bed, bleeding internally. Alone. In her mind, it’s also the apocalypse. Zombies are battering down the doors and there’s no one there to protect her.
“Kurt!” Rachel snaps, suddenly. “Drive faster!”
Kurt all but jumps out of his skin. “It’s an eighty limit, Rachel, and I’m going ninety! Calm down!”
She slumps down in the seat, makes sure her belt is still on and sulks. The zombies will get Quinn and it’s all because Kurt won’t hit a hundred. Quinn needs her.
By the time Kurt finds a parking space at the hospital, Rachel’s realisation has dawned and she’s rehearsing her bedside speech. Quinn will be lying in a coma and she’ll hold her hand and recite her speech word for word. Quinn’s eyes will open and they’ll live happily ever after.
They can’t not.
She takes the stairs two at a time because she doesn’t trust the elevators now she’s terrified herself with ideas of zombie apocalypses and bursts into the ward without preamble, already reciting her speech as she strides at Quinn’s bed.
“Quinn Fabray, you are the light of my life,” she says, “I want nothing more than to be with you forever. I will keep you safe, protect you from more car accidents and zombie apocalypses and I will be there for you every—”
She grinds to a halt: Judy is standing by the bed and Quinn is packing her belongings into a bag. She has a large bandage around her head, but she’s alive, awake and staring at Rachel like she’s grown a third head.
Without even missing a beat, Rachel says, “—day without fail and I will be by your side for the rest of our lives if you’ll have me because I love you. I love your hair and I love your scent and I love your crazy and I love you. You. So… please wake up. Come back to me.”
Quinn raises an eyebrow. “Rachel, what…?”
Rachel rearranges herself a little. “I rehearsed that in the car,” she says. “I realise now that the final lines are moot, considering you are standing, walking, talking and looking particularly unimpressed and confused, but I’m never one to miss the chance for a monologue.”
Judy looks disturbed but meek as always, while Quinn looks interested. “What would you have done if I hadn’t woken up?”
“I… may have resorted to more physical attempts to wake you.”
“Rachel!” Kurt stomps into the ward, looking annoyed. “You left me to pay the meter.”
“Kurt,” Quinn says, quietly, “would you please take my mother to the canteen?” She meets Rachel’s eyes. “I need to pretend to be in a coma.”](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvm10vrcdk1qhtjfdo1_1280.png)
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This is NOT a spoiler-free blog.
I do, however, try and mark spoilers with "spoiler" or "spoilers" in the tag. I DON'T always manage it. Sometimes I don't realise things are spoilers, sometimes I forget, sometimes I just get distracted.
I mark my liveblogging of Doctor Who as just that, plus spoilers, so if you blacklist that you should be good. When it comes down to it, though, if you're too paranoid you should just not follow me. I won't be offended :)
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Following
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Oh, look what I’m playing for the first time ever. I hear it’s pretty good…
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aworldofpretty replied to your post: Gimme some Pete/Claudia :D
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Somebody That I Used To Know (4FRNT Remix) - Gotye
Wow. This is a killer remix.
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