Perfect
Disclaimer: This is my first fanfic. It's not great. Reviews are always welcome. I don't own the characters, though I wish I did.
She's so perfect. Everything about her is perfect. The way she walks, the way she talks, and the way everyone follows her around just proves how perfect she really is. She's so perfect that even he loves her.
Look at the way he looks at her, he looks at her the way he once looked at me. He even told me he loved me. I guess he realized he was wrong, how it was so much easier to love perfect. Perfection isn't flawed. Perfection won't call him out when he's wrong, or stomp out of the choir room because Mr. Schue once again isn't being fair. Perfection will just smile at him, and laugh along with all those goofy things he says. You know, sometimes he doesn't even make sense.
We were perfect once. At least I thought we were. He used to hold me, and kiss me with those lips that could make an ice cube melt. Whenever I got slushied, or just felt down, he was there. He'd hold me and tell me everything would be ok, in that way that only he could. I guess it is easier to love perfect. I'm sure he never has to tell her she's beautiful, or remind her that he only needs her. She just knows.
I want to hate him. I want to scream, cry, and tell him how much he hurt me when he chose her. Even more I am angry at myself for letting him break my heart. I knew he was still spending time with her, that he still was holding her when he wasn't with me. How could I even think that I could compete with her? You can't compete with perfection.
Perfect can forgive him for lying, for going behind her back to see me. When he told her he cheated she just hugged him and said she still loved him. She hugged him. She didn't cry, she didn't yell, she didn't even tell him how disappointed she was. She just held him and told him they'd make it through this. She forgave him for being with me, because I'm not perfect, and she knew there was no competition. Finn Hudson will never love me the way he does her.
I wish I was more like her, but I never will be.
I'm not perfect.
I'm not Quinn Fabray.
…I'm just Rachel Berry.