This is just a short faberry fic. Rachel's thought's towards Quinn. What do you think? Reviews?..


Through the compact of your makeup mirror you watch the blonde bicker with her "boyfriend". She's telling him he has to stop staring at other girls, that it's disgraceful, and wrong, and that she's sorry she can't feed his raging, crazy teenage boy hormones, but that sex before marriage is against her parents beliefs, as well as her own. Without realization you roll yours eyes, your body boiling with jealousy. You know for a fact she's only in that virgin cult because of her parents. Because she want's to be perfect for them. She's told you so,

"I go to church, and I go to that club, and I be the good straight girl who date's the football player so they'll be proud of me. I hate myself. I hate how I act, who I have to be to please them."

It's the same thing each time, and it always happen's before she's making you cry in ectasy, followed by you doing the same to her. It's the same thing before she's calling you 'baby', and saying she loves you, and saying if it was different she'd be with you. You know it's heat of the moment, but it makes you happy.

"Will you let me touch your boobs?"

is what breaks you from your thoughts and you secrectly turn your attention back to the "couple". You see her catch your eye in the mirror, and you freeze. She's first to turn away, as always. You're expecting her to say no. To defend your hidden relationship. You're expecting her to tell a lie, because you know she's all too good at that.

"Fine. But only over the shirt."

Your heart breaks, and you catch him walk past, muttering a 'hey Rach'. Soon enough she walks past, nudging your shoulder and loudly saying in her HBIC tone,

"Move it, man hands."

it's like a snarl, but you can see the hidden love behind those eye's. You know she loves you, she just loves her reputation more.