A/N: This is my first Faberry fan fic. I've wrote several Spashley ones in the past but that ship has sailed. I was requested to write this for my fiancé for her Birthday. I hope you enjoy. My plan is to update once a week maybe more if I get ahead with my writing.
I own nothing but the story I created for our leading ladies.
Lips Of An Angel
By Chewy
Rated T for language but will increase with time
Quinn's POV:
Five years have gone by, and I still have the same images floating around in my head. They are always of her. When I close my eyes, she is there. Her lips are my salvation. Her eyes are my soul. I breathed just to love her each and every day. She was my life.
I still sit outside on my balcony overlooking Central Park and think of her. I wonder what could have been if we both would have stood strong and together. Instead, we both faltered like feathers in the wind not knowing where the other would end up. I suppose it was for the best, but I just can't seem to let her go. I have always needed her. She was my lifeline when things got bad.
Everything is different now though, we both have our own lives and special some ones. She ran back to him as soon as it got hard. I guess part of me always knew it would be them that ended up together. No matter how much, I wanted … no needed her with me.
I followed her, just like I always do. I went all the way to New York to be with her. She had other ideas though. She brought him with her. I ended up being the third wheel most days. I honestly don't think he even knew what we used to be to each other because if he did. He sure as hell would not have allowed us to live together in the beginning.
These thoughts always plague me for some odd reason. I especially feel her close to me when the moon is full. Sometimes I wonder if she stares at the moon anymore and remember the times we danced together under it. Or the times we'd just lay together under the stars looking for the different constellations for hours.
Part of me wants it all back. I want her back. However, I am not dumb by any means and know she is completely committed to him. Just like my heart is committed to her forever. I miss the way she always smelled of vanilla. Or the way her laughter could always brighten my day. I have never told anyone that I keep a small bottle of vanilla scent perfume to remind me of her. No one knows I have it and if they did, I sure as hell would not tell them why I have it. It is just one of my many secrets that I still keep to this day.
Sometimes I think she will be the one to greet me when I walk through the doors when I get home for work. It's not her though and never will be. I was too much of a mess back in high school for her to even consider being with me indefinitely. I guess that saying of "you made your bed now lay in it" comes to mind. I sure made a mess of things, and I would do anything to change it now.
I just hope she still thinks of me too.
"Quinn?"
Startled from my thinking spot, I turn to face my girlfriend of the last two years. Sarah has stood by me and showed me so much love. I wish I could give her my heart completely like she gave to me. I mean she is beautiful by any standard. I should feel lucky to have her. I should be happy that this amazing woman has decided to share her entire life with me. We even moved in together last year hoping that it would bring us closer together.
Smiling the smile, I have perfected over the years that says I'm happy even if it doesn't reach my eyes. I reply "What's up baby?"
"Just wanted to let you know dinner is ready, sweetie. If you're good, I might be dessert though." Wiggling her eyebrows to make her point, she turned around to head back in. She through and extra sway to her hips hoping that it would get me worked up later.
Sighing, I get up and head inside for what has become my routine for the past year. I am a great actress and Sarah is none the wiser. I always play the part. I just wish she was my leading lady where my heart is concerned.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
"Quinn can you answer that? My hands are full." She shouts from the kitchen.
Grabbing the phone, I look at the number and don't recognize it.
"Hello?" I'm pretty sure it is a wrong number.
"Quinn?"
Sharp intake of my breath and just like that my heart is beating a million miles a minute. Every touch, every sound, and every look flashes through my head. It can't be. It cannot be her. She is with him. She loves him. Why is she calling me now? After all this time, all I can do is whisper
"Rachel?"
Rachel's POV:
It's been five years five months and twenty six days since I last saw her, but who's counting. She is always my first thought and last thought every day. I still dream of her and those hazel eyes that show how old of a soul she really is. . I fell so fast for her, and it was so easy too. It was like we were made for each other.
She was everything to me at one point and that alone scared the shit out of me back then. I mean who meets the love of their life in high school and actually have it last forever. Those cards were never in my deck of playing cards. Sometimes, I think that is why I left when I did. I didn't want to lose myself in her and surrender myself to the pain of heart break when she realizes I was not good enough for her. So what did I do? I ran into the arms of the boy who I never really loved because I was selfish. I knew he couldn't hurt me like she could.
If I'm truly honest with myself thought, my entire decision was not just of fear of my own feelings. I saw what being with me was doing to her and her family. I couldn't be the reason her family broke. Everyone needed a family; I just didn't think I would be enough on my own.
I'm selfish, and I have been that way since forever. I always wanted my own way and would do anything to get it too. I have changed though. I haven't put myself first in a while. I have made everything about him. He likes it and it seems to make him happy, so I do it. He is not the same as her. I can't have hour long conversations with him about anything unless it deals with football or food. Neither, I am well versed in either. I can't send him to store for groceries. If I do, I will starve. He still cannot remember that I do not eat any animal products. How hard is it for him to remember that I am a vegan? I mean really. It's not like it is a brand new thing. I've only been one since he met me.
"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" Staring up at the night sky, I shake my head at my own stupidity.
The moon is full tonight. I love the moon. Some of my best memories happened underneath her watchful eye. She allures romance without even trying. The moon reminds me of warm loving hazel eyes that always saw me for who I am or was.
I should stop dwelling on her. I made my decision five years ago. I should be happy with my life. I made my dreams come true for me. I'm a Broadway star. I have a great apartment overlooking the lights of Broadway. I should be happy, but I'm not. I'm lonely. I don't think I have ever regretted anything like, I regretted walking away from her.
(flashback)
"Honey, I'm home!"
Quinn always thought it was funny to shout that cliché whenever she came home. It's always made me giggle every time. How could I not with the laughter that danced in those eyes of her.
"How was your day, Baby?"
She smiled licking her lips and glancing at mine before pulling me to her and covering her lips with mine. The kiss was slow and gentle. It was the first time we've kissed since high school. In that moment, I knew I loved her completely and would do anything to make her happy. That scared me to death that someone could have that much hold over me. Instead of thinking everything through, I ran
"I'm sorry Quinn. I just can't." Fighting back tears "I'm with Finn."
The look in her eyes made we want to pull her to me and tell her that I am all hers and no one else's.
"I'm so sorry Rachel…" She paused trying to gauge her next step "… I'm still in love with you"
The ex-cheerleader reached for my hand, but I pulled it away. I couldn't handle any of this right now. The previous threat tears now stained her cheeks. She had lost the battle with them.
"Tell me you don't love me too!" She wiped away a tear. "Tell me, and I will leave you to be happy with him!" The "him" was spat with so much venom at the end.
"I don't …" A brief flash of hope showed in her eyes before I finished. "… you like that anymore. I'm sorry Quinn." My heart broke at what I just said to her, but I just couldn't go back to her like nothing else ever happened. I couldn't … could I?
"You're lying Rachel!" She spat with fire in her eyes. "YOU KNOW WHAT? Never mind. I hope you enjoy your life with Finn, Rachel. I really do. I hope he makes you happy because I know I could have. You made your decision, and I can't stand by as a friend and watch anymore. It hurts me to see you with him, with anyone but me. I can't do this anymore. I can't pretend that we are only friends anymore. I want you and only you." Quinn, sighed before finishing. "Please tell me you love me too and that you choose me to spend the rest of your life with. "
"I'm sorry Quinn."
"Tell me you love him completely, and I will walk away from this, from you. Tell me you do not think of me every waking moment like I think of you." She took a couple of steps toward me. She was almost on top of me. She was so close. I could smell her strawberry shampoo from this morning. "We were made for each other Rach." A pale finger brushed some hair out of my eyes before locking hazel with brown. She wanted my answer.
"I love him"
(end of flashback)
I haven't seen her since that day. I remember it like it was yesterday. In my mind, I've always changed the answer. I should have told her that I loved her not him. We could have made it work. She is my soul mate and that I know without a shadow of doubt. I can't change it now.
I've thought about calling her every day since that night. I still have her number. I always scroll to it in my phone but never get the guts up to actually call it.
"Honey, I'm home"
The sound of his voice using her same phrase makes me want to puke. I don't like it when he does it, and he knows it. Instead, I stay where I'm at. I don't feel the need to greet him anyway. He never notices how unhappy I am. It is always about him.
"Work was good today, babe." He kissed my head. "Is dinner ready?" I simply shake my head no at him. I had lost track of time again. I always do when I think of her. My Quinn.
"God Damn it! You know how hungry I get after being at work all day. I need my energy, so I can support your stupid hobby."
I would have laughed in his face if I didn't fear what might happen if I did. I'm pretty sure my hobby as he puts it covers all the bills. His check would barely cover a tax to Central Park.
"I BETTER HAVE SOMETHING TO EAT WHEN I GET OUT OF THE SHOWER!" He yells at me as he heads out of the room.
Take out it is for tonight. Not paying attention, I dial the number on my phone. After three rings, a voice answers that I never thought I would hear again. I must have dialed her number by accident. I could just hang up, but I craved it. I craved her.
"Quinn?"
