(A/N): I have returned to you. Not one of those dark one-shots, just a warning! Okay, so this is something... new? It just struck me at school, and the pen and paper kinda kept me out of this one. It wasn't until I was done, and I looked at the paper like, 'Woah, I wrote this!' that I realized what had happened. This is from Sam's POV if you're wondering (but you can pretend that it's anyone).
The beauty of this girl is great.
What is it about her?
The silky strand of spun-gold hair, falling against the ivory cheek?
The luminous, innocent, hazel eyes, enveloping you in warmth and care?
The pale blush, perfectly coloring every inch of her cherubic face?
The slim figure, so sacred and admired?
No; none of that made the real beauty.
The real beauty was laced among her actions.
The way that she looks at you, as though you've saved her from everything; from herself.
The care with which she pulls you into her arms; each of you sheltering the other from the world.
The posture that she holds constantly, never relenting; telling the world that she is proud of who she is.
The uncertainty that you can see as she gently bites her angel lips, wishing for you to kiss her.
The subtle way that she unconsciously mothers all who she cares about; unknowingly filling the void of her lost child.
The barely-concealed vulnerability, always lurking behind her hypnotic eyes.
Best of all, the way that she drops her guard, telling you – with conviction – that she loves you, and silently begs you to feel the same.
Quinn Fabray is beautiful.
(A/N): Yup! So that's... well, whatever it is! I've always loved Quinn. Like, seriously, she's in my top five favorite characters. Which are (in no particular order) Kurt, Blaine, Tina, Quinn, and Brittany. No idea why. I just love them all. Okay, hope you liked it, and liked the way I changed it up.