"Just like a star across my sky. Just like an angel off the page. You have appeared to my life. Feel like I'll never be the same. Just like a song in my heart. Just like oil on my hands. Only to love you."
Santana folds her arms across her chest as she watches Quinn, making sure to keep quiet, not wanting the blonde to stop playing. She always did love listening to Quinn play the piano, especially when she didn't think anyone was listening.
"Still I wonder why it is, I don't argue like this with anyone but you. We do it all the time, blowing out my mind."
The brunette smiles and pushes herself from leaning against the door frame to walk deeper still into the room, quietly taking a seat just out of Quinn's line of sight for the moment. Not that the blonde would have noticed anything.
"You got this look I can't describe. You make me feel I'm alive. When everything else is au fait. Without a doubt you're on my side. Heaven has been away too long. Can't find the words to write this song. Oh, your love."
Quinn holds the keys down, sustaining the notes for a measure longer, take in a deep breath and then decides to continue, "Still I wonder why it is, I don't argue like this, with anyone but you, we do it all the time, blowing out my mind."
Pulling her legs up, she sits Indian style on the chair, and rests her elbows on her lap, cradling her own head as she watches the blonde in rapt attention, not noticing her own girlfriend is watching them from the doorway.
"I have come to understand the way it is. It's not a secret anymore. 'Cause we've been through that before. From tonight I know that you're the only one. I've been confused and in the dark, now I understand. I wonder why it is, I don't argue like this with anyone but you. I wonder why it is, I won't let my guard down, for anyone but you. We do it all the time. Blowing out my mind."
Brittany accidentally pushes open the door further, making it squeak loudly in protest, effectively halting Quinn's performance.
"Brittany!"
The taller blonde's eyes widen further, tearing up slightly, "I, I'm sorry! Please don't be mad, I didn't mean to scare you or interrupt or a-anything…"
Quinn shakes her head, her heart rate slowing down, hazel eyes softening immediately, "No, no it's okay sweetie. I'm sorry, I just…You scared me."
Brittany approaches Quinn after getting the come here gesture, helped by Quinn opening up her arms for a hug and scooting over to allow her a seat beside her.
"You sound really pretty Quinn."
The blonde's face develops a pink hue to it as she ducks. Santana smiles widely at that. Rarely does the blonde so graciously take compliments, and actually seem to appreciate them. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that Brittany just couldn't lie to save her life, not to Quinn."
Santana gently clears her throat and Brittany places a soothing hand on Quinn's back from when she jumps slightly at that, "I agree with B."
"Jes-…When did you get here?" Quinn asks.
The brunette grins and shrugs slightly, not moving from her comfortable position, "Since before you even started singing. I walked by just as you sat down, and I was not about to pass up the chance to hear you play."
Hazel eyes close as she tries to steady her breathing. Brittany rubs her back, "It's okay Q…It's just us."
Quinn nods her head but keeps her eyes closed, "I know. It's not that you heard me play, as much as it's what you heard me play. It's-" She cuts herself off, believing she's said too much.
Brittany fills in for her though, so she need not have worried, "It's your Rachel song."
Santana just smiles fondly at her girlfriend before looking back at Quinn's face, noticing that her eyes are now at least open, "What?"
Santana snorts slightly, "Your Rachel song. This is like- honey…this song speaks volumes about you and Rachel's relationship."
Quinn bites her lip, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, "She can't know."
The brunette raises an eyebrow, "What the fuck."
Brittany frowns as she gently takes hold of Quinn's hands, "She does care about you, Q."
Quinn smiles sadly as she looks at Brittany, "I know. Just…not the same way that I care about her Brit, and I can't mess things up."
Santana shakes her head, "I think you're a fool, just so you know. If she heard you sing this. Hell if she heard you just say something about your feelings for her you know it'll be a hundred times better than anything Finnept could have done or has done."
The blonde chuckles, "Regardless. I don't want to cause her any discomfort. If she's happy, then I'll be happy, because that's all I want. Especially after the way I've treated her for so long."
"Even if you don't get to be with her like that? Even if you don't get to tell her all the time how you really feel about her?" Brittany asks, her blue eyes shining.
Quinn gives her a half smile, as she nods her head and squeezes Brittany's hand, "Yeah B…I'd suffer in silence as I watch her be happy with some other guy, as long as she's happy and isn't suffering, and as long as I'm still in her life somehow…"
Santana shakes her head again, then decides to scoot closer so she picks up her chair and drags it over so that she's on the other side of Quinn, "You're still a damn fool. But a fool that can sing. Finish the song…please." She tags on the ending after a look from Brittany, which earns her a sideways nudge from Quinn and a grin.
Sighing, Quinn places her hands on the keys once more, "Just like a star across my sky. Just like an angel off the page. You have appeared to my life. Feel like I'll never be the same. Just like a song in my heart. Just like oil on my hands…"
Unbeknownst to them, a tiny brunette was standing at the entrance, brown eyes filled with renewed hope, a small smile across her features, hands clasped in front of her mouth as she listens in wonder to Quinn sing a song she's secretly always envisioned the blonde singing to her, about her.
