Author's Note: Okay, so I've been thinking about doing this for a while, and while it's so uncharacteristic of me to ship Spencer with anyone besides Toby (since I'm a diehard Spobette), I encountered a Fabrastings fanfiction which may or may not have ruined my life. Just a little. And now I can't get it out of my head.
Anyway, I am writing this and it will be my first crossover fanfiction. It's a one-shot, but I really like it, and I'm considering extending it into a multi-chapter fanfiction (hint, hint). The way I wrote it is so it takes place in both Quinn and Spencer's perspective. It goes back and forth between the two of them, so it's Quinn, Spencer, Quinn, Spencer, etc. If it's hard to follow, I tried to make it as clear as possible who is speaking and who isn't. If you still don't get it, I'm sorry.
Alright, enough chit chat, here we go.
I was dreading going to that party later.
Excuse me, "Social gathering".
Screw that. It was a party with alcohol, pretty girls in fancy dresses, and discreetly drunk people.
I had yet to make one real friend in Yale. It was already December. I was beginning to lose hope.
In high school, I was the pretty, popular head cheerleader who was only a Sophmore. Then, I was a "whore" because pf one drunken mistake. Next, I was the revived star, who, after a nasty demise, returned even stronger. Finally, I was the girl who was just trying to figure herself out. She wasn't really sureof where she was going, or where her heart was.
I was tired of being that girl.
So I decided that night that I was going to be the girl who knew what she wanted, and never took no for an answer.
Something I had admired about Santana throughout high school was her determination. Even though she managed to get on my last nerve, Santana Lopez knew what she wanted and how she would get it, no matter what the cost.
So what did I want?
I wanted to feel whole again. Ever since I gave up Beth and Shelby told me I couldn't see her anymore, I felt like a piece of me was missing.
I wanted love. I wanted to feel loved, to feel whole, to feel new again.
When I was little, I wanted what every little girl always wants—to be a princess. It wasn't because of the tiara, or the dresses (okay...maybe a little because of the dresses); it was because the princess always found love, always. I wanted to be Belle, because she was the hero, or should I say heroine—she saved the prince. But right then, I felt like Sleeping Beauty. The difference was, I feared that my prince would never come.
"Well, here goes nothing," I whispered to myself as I took a final look into the mirror.
I wasn't sure what to do about my invitation to Yale's "Social gathering" (i.e, fancy frat party). I sort of wanted to go, but...I'm one of those people who go to those parties, then end up wishing they stayed at home with a book.
"You should go," Toby prompted me over the phone. "You never know who you'll meet. And maybe it'll help you get out of your shell."
I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. "My shell is very comfortable."
I reallt wasn't that girl. I never was. I was the academically-smart bookworm. I never had many friends. It was a wonder to everyone that I ever had a boyfriend, even me.
So I was planning on keeping him. This was not a make-or-break relationship moment, but I was inclined to do the little things he asked/suggested I do, or at least try. Besides, if I didn't like it, I could always leave early, right?
I nodded, looking at my reflection in the mirror. "It'll be fun...maybe life changing."
Little did I know how true that statement was.
I looked around the room and immediately felt different. Maybe the term "dumb blonde" actually did have some thought behind it. I was one of about a dozen blondes in a sea of over two hundred people.
But there was one brunette who made me look twice.
She was wearing a cream-colored v-neck dress with a short tulle skirt. I felt my stomach doing flip-flops as I stared. It was a feeling I never experienced before—not even with Puck. She looked so familiar, as if I saw her in a dream or a mirage once.
She was laughing and her face was glowing. I wanted to know more. There was just this strong pull I felt near her, like I had to get closer. So I walked over.
I was laughing at a joke my quasi-friend Kara told me when I saw this beautiful girl with green eyes across the room. I felt almost intimidated and inferior in her presence. I only ever felt that way around one other person—Alison.
There was something extremely haunting and harrowing about her. She looked like...something like what Alison would if she was still alive.
She looked at me with her haunting eyes and I knew. She had the same shimmer and glint in her eyes that Ali had in her sapphire eyes. I wasn't quite sure what it was. Not yet, anyway.
The brown haired girl examined me, her smile fading into a look of curiosity. I wondered again if I had ever met her before. I was almost positive I hadn't. There was still something oddly familiar about her.
Before I realized it, she was walking over towards me.
Just breathe...
"Do I know you?" she asked suddenly. She had a raspy voice.
I shrugged, unable to find words. "I don't know," I said finally. "You look a little familiar."
She nodded, processing my statement. "Well, I'm Spencer. Spencer Hastings?" It came out more as a question, like she was looking for confirmation. I knew where I saw her before. She was in one of my classes. She was quiet, but when she spoke, it was clear that she was very smart.
"I'm Quinn Fabray," I answered, extending my hand to her.
She retracted, as if she was a little scared. It was very subtle. Then, she looked at my hand for a moment, as if she was deciding whether or not I was real, or if she was being messed with. After a mere moment, she shook it and smiled.
I spent the remainder of the night with Quinn. She wasn't at all like Alison. She was sweet and funny. I really liked her.
But there was something else.
When I was with Quinn, I felt something strange. It was a feeling I had with Toby. Only him. But I felt the same exact way around Quinn.
I sighed and sat down on my bed. I had no idea where my roommate was, but I didn't really care.
I tried to sleep, but I was unsuccessful. Instead, I began walking around my dorm. I just didn't want the night to end. I wished Quinn would just show up at my door. I wanted to talk to someone.
It was clear I needed advice from someone. However, I knew my other friends wouldn't be up this late—Aria was probably asleep, cuddling with a book; Emily was likely either resting or at a party; Hanna was probably partying, and/or wasted—and if any of them were free, they probably didn't feel like talking.
So this was what alone felt like on a Saturday in a dorm at 2 AM.
I just lay in bed that night, thinking of the night. Thinking of Spencer, mostly.
God, this feeling was not going to go away.
"I was enchanted to meet you," I whispered half-consciously. I whispered it as if somewhere, Spencer could hear me.
Please don't be in love with someone else.
I had finally willed myself to settle down into my bed.
I rolled over, and glanced at the clock. 3:25 AM. The green numbers reminded me that I neeeded sleep. And so did that groggy feeling in my head.
So I turned over once more, closing my eyes and succumbing to the allure of sleep. As I shut my own eyes, I realized that her eyes weren't green; they were hazel. The flecks of indigo and copper flickered when she talked about something she really liked.
My last thought that night was—
Please don't have somebody waiting on you.
Alright, that was probably one of the sappiest things I have ever written, and I apologize if I did not do the amazing characters of Quinn Fabray and Spencer Hastings justice.
I know I have readers of my other stories who are Swifties and probably picked up on my several allusions to Taylor Swift's song "Enchanted". In case you didn't, this one-shot (or multi-chapter?) is based off of that song. I will say whatever I want about her and that I don't like her music nowadays, but she is a good songwriter. Also, if it sucked and it's because of those allusions, blame her. Or say, hey, there's this really good fanfiction which features your BFFL's character Quinn on fanfiction, and this is the link if you want to check it out. BTW, it's also based on a song of yours.
Anyway, please let me know if I should make this into a multi-chapter story or if I should keep it as a one-shot. Thanks! -Kayson
