The Nest

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Pairing: Rachel/Quinn

Rating: M

Summary: AU. Quinn Fabray, of the Women’s Auxiliary Army Corps, is shipped to Morocco for the Allied invasion of North Africa. A calamitous beach landing brings her to Navy flight nurse Rachel Berry. Raise their happy eyes up to flaming skies. Faberry in WWII.

Chapter 1

For Memorial Day.

This is by my girl, Ells. Read everything she writes.

since-i-found-serenity replied to your post: since-i-found-serenity replied to your post:…

There are a lot more decisions to make, it’s a much bigger game, I think as long as you don’t rush you’ll be as prepared as you can be. I actually played through more than once just to perfect my game for ME3.

I’ll probably do the same. I’m super paranoid about missing something.

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I took a break between playing ME1 and ME2 I couldn’t handle it again without a breather. The game is exhausting but worth it.

I’ve read up on everything on the second one and it just sounds harder, so I have to prepare myself. It seems like there’s a lot more that I can fuck up. I just started my second play-through with my soldier, and I’m upping my difficulty. Hopefully I’ll be prepared. 

since-i-found-serenity replied to your post: Just finished Mass Effect

Congrats, do you still have the other two to go or did you finish those?

Yeah, two more to go. I have me2 but I’m not going to start it yet.

brb, crying with relief.

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“Can you believe this,” Quinn muttered the dark-haired girl changing beside her, “Twenty interns and only five women.”

“Yeah,” the other offered with a smirk, “I hear one of them is an actress.”

A loud laugh sounded from down the aisle and Quinn looked around to see a guy with a broad muscular chest and a shaved head staring back at her. He licked his lips and waggled his eyebrows before looking pointedly at her chest. “There might not be many chicks, but at least they’re all hot this year. Don’t know what the Puckasaurus would do,” here he grabbed himself through his pants, shooting subtlety in the face, “if I was surrounded by a bunch of ugly girls.”

“Ugh, pig.” Quinn turned around quickly and sat on the bench beside the darker girl.

“Santana, right?” Quinn asked, but she already knew the answer. She had made a huge impression on everyone already, and there were whispers that she would probably be the first to get a surgery. Quinn had no problem with making alliances with the strong candidates quickly. “Don’t you have Sylvester?” Santana nodded distractedly. “Good, me too. I hear she’s the Nazi Killer.”

“You got the Nazi Killer too?” a giant dopey guy from the next aisle over demanded happily. “So did I!”

“Fucking perfect,” Quinn heard Santana mutter under her breath.

“Hey, I’m Finn,” the guy with the dopey grin introduced himself. He was smiling way too wide and he was way too tall, just in general.

“Quinn.”

“Yeah, we met at the mixer the other night.” He nodded insistently.

Quinn couldn’t remember meeting him, but she had been pretty buzzed. “Did we?” She didn’t really care, it was obvious he had a puppy crush on her, and she needed to nip that in the bud fast.

“Yeah totally.” He shifted back on his heels and Quinn was afraid he might just fall over like a tree, but he recovered. “Do you want to grab some coffee sometime?” His dopey smile was back.

Quinn wrinkled her nose distastefully. “Uh, not really. Thanks for asking.” She turned away from him and shoved her purse in her locker.

“Oh come on,” he whined unattractively.

“Hey, Man Boobs,” Santana cut in acidly, “the lady said no. Back off.”

Quinn didn’t hear anything further from Finn accept his retreating footsteps. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. Really. But he was weird and floppy. His baby face makes me want to punch him.” She sighed harshly and pulled her hair into a perfect ponytail. “Can’t believe he’s going to be stumbling around behind us this year.”

Quinn nodded distractedly. It wasn’t so easy to pull shoulder length hair up like Santana did hers.

Her attempts at neat and orderly were interrupted by an loud voice calling out names of interns. He got through two groups of four before he reached her group. “Fabray, Lopez, Hudson, Berry.”

Santana smacked her shoulder harshly as she walked past her. “Let’s get going, Blondie.”

“That’s the Nazi Killer?” Santana demanded, when they were pointed to the end of the hall where a tall blonde woman was talking to a red-headed nurse.

“I thought she’d be darker,” Finn muttered behind them.

“I thought she’d be a Nazi Killer,” Quinn added.

“Maybe it’s professional jealousy,” Berry, the only member of their service that Quinn hadn’t met yet, said as she bounced ahead of them. She was short and had long brown hair that had been pulled up just like hers and Santana’s had, but it looked strange on her and Quinn felt she probably looked very pretty with her hair down. “Maybe she’s really nice.” Berry smiled dazzlingly back at them and Quinn was momentarily stunned. She couldn’t conceive how this bubbly girl was a doctor. When her brain caught up with her she recognized that at least Berry didn’t seem as dumb as a bag of rocks like the one lagging behind them in the shape of Finn.

“Let me guess,” Santana drawled, “you’re the actress.”

Rachel shot Santana a pouty glare, huffed, and then stormed ahead of them down the hall. Santana chuckled when Finn lumbered after her.

“This year is gonna suck being stuck with an elf and a giant baby, but at least you aren’t completely awful.” Santana nudged Quinn’s shoulder roughly. “Come on, before Berry gets her head torn off.”

I wrote this thing

johannandkatniss:

omg

Uh just great, now I’ll have to wait a month for this to cool down.