Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
A/N: So, this is my attempt at Faberry in A Walk to Remember style. Some things will be different from the movie in order to make the characters fit into the story, but the main plot is basically the same (there's a possibility of a happy ending…). I hope you like it! Oh, and English is not my first language, so you'll probably find some mistakes in here. If anyone wants to volunteer to be my beta, I'll be very grateful.
Have a nice reading!
Learning to Breathe
You Get What You Give
Her teachers had warned her that she'd better behave or else the consequences wouldn't be as pretty as her perfect princess face.
But Quinn Fabray didn't give a damn.
It was her senior year and all the 17 years old blonde wanted was to have fun. And if it meant that Jacob Ben Israel needed to be involved in a perpetual case of shame, then so it would be. The Head Cheerio was driving at 60 miles per hour in a zone of 40 and as Bon Jovi loudly sang through her brand new amplifiers, she felt powerful as ever.
"Are you sure you want to do this shit, Q?" Santana Lopez asked as she checked her flawless make up in a small mirror. Quinn rolled her eyes. The Latina noticed it and sighed in irritation. "I'm not chickening up, ok? It's just that Schuester is watching us like a fucking hawk. If he ever find this out…"
"Nothing is gonna happen, San." Quinn groaned. "We're out of town. There's no way in hell he's going to catch us tonight." Brittany giggled from the backseat.
"I thought you were Christian. Why are you cursing?" Quinn was going to respond ironically, but Santana's deathly glare shut her up.
"Q doesn't care for religion any longer, sweetie." Quinn smirked.
"Yeah, since my loving father left us for a younger rebel." Brittany puffed her cheeks in deep thought.
"Then you two must be friends. I mean, you're a rebel as well, aren't you?" Quinn shook her head as she parked in the desert highway. She ignored Santana's full laugh at her girlfriend's innocent point of view.
"Here we are." Quinn announced noticing that Puck and Finn were already there. The mohawked boy approached them with a bottle of beer in hand.
"About fucking time, babe!" He exclaimed as Quinn got out of her car. "We thought you'd leave us by ourselves tonight." He tried to put an arm around her waist, however, she pushed him away forcefully.
"First of all, I'm not your babe, Puckerman." She said pointing a finger right into his face. "And secondly, I planned this up. Do you really think I'd miss it?" He winked at her and drank the rest of his beer.
"Sorry, blondie. Anyway, our guest has yet to arrive." Finn nodded in agreement and checked his phone.
"It's past midnight already. Maybe he won't come." Quinn shook her head.
"Oh, he will. That geek wouldn't miss a chance to become popular." Santana raised an eyebrow and circled Quinn's shoulder.
"Yeah. Plus, he has a crush on you, Q." Finn smirked but gulped immediately under the HBIC's angry frown.
"Shut the fuck up, Santana." Quinn snarled removing herself from her friend's grip. "And get ride of this annoying constipated expression, Finnocence."
"You're so much hotter when you're frustrated, babe." Puck said laughing at Quinn's murderer face.
"I agree." Brittany said. "But Santana is hotter." The Latina smiled and kissed the taller blonde briefly.
"Back at you, babe." As they were about to start a make out session, a honk caught their attention. Quinn smiled.
"He's here. Great." Jacob Ben Israel parked his car and smiled fondly at them. Never before he had felt so excited. The hottest girl at school had asked him to hang out with her and maybe, just maybe, he'd end his high school career among the popular kids. The boy almost melted when Quinn returned his smile.
"Greetings, everyone!" He said waving his hand. The group responded with "what's ups" and nods, but he didn't notice the malicious glint behind their sudden kindness.
"I'm glad you decided to join us, Jacob." Quinn said in a sultry voice. The poor boy almost joined Finn in his mailman mantra.
"I wouldn't miss it!" He said practically jumping up and down. "But why are we meeting in an abandoned swimming club?" Puck rolled his eyes.
"Because, you swab head, it still is one of the best places to have fun around here." Jacob gulped.
"R-really? How so?" Finn put a hand on the Jewish boy's shoulder and pointed beyond their location.
"Do you see that pool over there?" Jacob nodded as he saw the dirty pool a few steps across the field. "Well, it's deep and perfect for some cool flips. Plus" Finn continued guiding them through the gate that Puck had broken into. "there's a high diving board on it's edge. Puck and I jump on it all the time. Right, dude?" Puck nodded.
"Yeah. All the time." He agreed trying not to laugh.
"We think it's super sexy." Santana said while embracing her girlfriend. They stopped by the pool and Jacob looked around for Quinn. She smiled and got closer to him.
"We'd find you sexy too if you jumped on the water." She said right into his ear. He trembled and tried to look cool.
"But, uh, is it safe?" He asked unsure. The water was so dirty that it was impossible to see it's depth and the diving board seemed ready to fall out. The boy paled and wondered if it wasn't best if he had stayed home playing with his games.
"Of course it is, man!" Puck said confidently. "We're still here, right?" He pocked the smaller guy in the ribs. He chucked nervously.
"Right… But I'm not sure if I can do this." Quinn sighed.
"You're such a baby." She said faking disappointment. "Finn can go with you then." Finn nodded stupidly.
"Yep, I'd do that." Jacob started shaking badly.
"C'mon, dude. Don't be a chicken." Puck groaned. "Go up there already. I have a hot date later tonight, so hurry up." With a last look at the group, Jacob started marching up the diving board. In the end, it would be worth it, right? And if Quinn Fabray called him sexy in the front of the whole school, then he'd get a date faster than a blink of an eye. Finn patted him on his back and followed his path.
"It won't hurt me, will it?" He questioned when they got on the last step of the slippery stair. He saw the three girls and Puck whistling for him down the field.
"Nope. It's safe, dude." Finn replied a few feet behind him. "Look, the board is large enough to fit both of us, so we'll jump together, alright?" Even knowing that the probability of a disaster was high, he agreed trustingly. The quarterback grinned and they settled on the tip of the diving board. It made cranky noises under their weights.
"I-I think I'm ready." Jacob said ignoring his shaky hands.
"Cool. I'll count until three and then we'll jump." He nodded as Finn started to count.
"One… Two… Three… Now!" Jacob felt the slightest movement from Finn and imagining that he'd jump right after him, he allowed his thin body to fly into the cold November air. He felt the force of the gravity pull him down quickly and the last thing he heard before he gave out of consciousness under the nasty water, was the laugh of the five teenagers. Life could be a crap.
"Oh, man, did you see that?" Puck said having the time of his life.
"He even tried to make a flip. How pathetic." Quinn commented between laughs. Santana was giggling so hard that she couldn't even express her opinions.
"Great job over there, dude!" Puck said to Finn who gave him a thumb up. Brittany was the only one who wasn't laughing. In fact, she was eyeing the floating body at the pool with uncertainty.
"San…" She whispered. Her girlfriend took a deep breathe to control her laughter and gave her girlfriend her undivided attention.
"What is it honey?"
"Why isn't he moving?" Those four simple words caught the attention of Puck and Quinn as well. Apparently, there was a floating piece of wood into the pool and Jacob fell right into it. They stared at him in silence for a few seconds before the hell broke lose.
"Oh, shit!" Quinn cursed. "He fainted!" Puck run a hand through his hair.
"Damn it! Finn, the guy got hurt, save him!" He yelled to his friend. The taller boy shook his head.
"I won't jump after him! If I do that, I will get hurt. You do something!"
"Like hell I will!" Puck said. "I'm drunk, I won't be of any use." While they were arguing, Quinn's head was running with adrenaline. It was her idea. Her stupid idea. And each minute they wasted discussing coasted Jacob's life. As Santana finished saying that she and Brittany weren't going for some fucked up reason, she took her jacket off and jumped into the water. She thanked God that she'd chosen to wear jeans that night.
"Damn, it's cold!" She muttered when she came up for air. She started swimming towards Jacob and ignored her friends pleas.
"What the fuck are you doing, Q?" Puck asked. She wanted to yell at him, but her task didn't allow her any distractions. When she finally got to the boy, she grabbed him around the waist and started to pull his body towards the edge. It wasn't easy. He was heavy and she fought to keep going. For once, Sue Sylvester's Cheerio training was proving to be useful.
"A little help, please!" She said out of breathe as she was finally got into the edge. Her wrist was hurting badly and she was sure that she had sprained it at some point. Finn, who had finally managed to come down, offered his arms to grab a hold of Jacob.
"I got him. Let go now, Quinn." As Finn pulled the boy's body into the hard concrete, Quinn got out of the water and tried to control her shaking body.
"Is he breathing? Please, tell me he's breathing." Santana said holding Brittany closer to her. The taller blonde was crying and hiding her face on her shoulder.
"I don't know how to check it." Finn replied and Puck agreed looking scared. Quinn pushed him away and felt his pulse.
"He's alive, but we need to call an ambulance."
"Are you nuts?" Puck exclaimed. "We'll go to jail!"
"Shut up, Puck! He needs help, call the damn ambulance already!" Quinn yelled. The mohawked boy was about to respond when the sound of sirens got their attention.
"Oh, shit." Finn said.
"Fuck, it's the police! Someone might have heard us!" Puck shouted. "I'm outta here." He said running to his car. Finn got up and looked at Quinn apologetically.
"I can't stay. My mom and Burt are going to kill me if they ever find out about this." And he took of running before Quinn could spat at him as well. The Head Cheerio looked at her friends.
"You can't leave me." She said shaking with fear, pain and cold. Santana gulped and shook her head.
"Sorry, Q." Santana said fearfully. "But my mom will ground me for weeks, I can't…" And she didn't get to finish her sentence. The siren got closer and the Latina motioned for Brittany to follow her towards Puck's car. Quinn couldn't believe in her damn luck.
"Oh, God." She whispered checking on Jacob. "Hey, c'mon, wake up." She pleaded him patting his cheeks as gently as she could. "Please, wake up." She heard the sound of breaks and the voice of a police officer broke her concentration.
"What is going on here?" Asked the middle aged man. Quinn looked at him in fear.
"I… We were… We were having fun and he got hurt. Please, help me." She said disoriented. The policeman got down on his knees by her side and felt Jacobs pulse.
"Do you kids call this fun?" He reprehended her. Before she could utter a sentence, he called on his radio.
"Central, this is chief Watson. I need an ambulance ASAP at the abandoned swimming club at I-19. There's an unconscious boy here." Quinn was numb. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Jacob should be fine. He should have gotten out of the pool with lime and leaves on his head, but nothing more. She closed her eyes. Too much for a prank. The blond felt a hand on her shoulder and met the policeman's stern blue eyes.
"We'll have a lot to talk about later, young lady. And you better have a good explanation for this." Quinn nodded and looked at the peaceful sky above them. She wondered if God would help her is she prayed.
But as the EMT guys carefully laid Jacob on the ambulance and chief Watson guided them to the near police station before she could take a look at her wrist, she figured she had messed up badly this time and a redemption would be too much to ask. And when her mom sighed "Oh, Quinn" in a disappointed tone, she knew for sure that all her prays would be in vain.
You get what you give.
And she was far from being a perfect girl at the current time.
A/N2: In the next chapter, Rachel Berry will make her appearance! So be ready for some Faberry interaction. Now, I'd like to see your opinions! Please, review and let me know your thoughts!